Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 1

over my fingers a few moments later. I threw my head back in ecstasy with his, wishing we'd started wanking the day we met, instead of going through that regular routine of dropping hints and not acting on them.
    After a couple of minutes panting and cooling, I looked at him, meeting his gaze and smile. "That was amazing. Thanks a million, Drew."
    He smiled. "Let's have a shower to clean up then another swim, without speedos this time."
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    I didn't realise he meant shower together , to introduce me to the unreal feelings of rubbing and sliding our slippery, soapy flesh against each other. He held me from behind and slid his hands over my front, coating my chest and belly in soapy slime and also my cock and balls, which tickled and made me squirm away and laugh, only to press my bum into his groin, feeling his cock slip into my bum groove, adding further laughs. I rubbed my hands in the goo and turned in his arms to rub my front to his and slide my hands over his back and butt cheeks, feeling us bone up more. Damn, he felt good, and I realised then these moments ranked among the happiest in my life.
    He turned the water on and rubbed my cock, encouraging me to full size as the suds washed away. "Now, I've got a special treat for you," he whispered, then kneeled in front of me, placing his hands on my hips where I place mine when I have to. A tremble thundered through me, shattering my happy calm. I quaked, looking to the ceiling.
    I felt his breath on my skin.
    "Don't," I screamed.
    I felt his tongue touch me.
    "No," I screamed louder, pushing his head away. "Please don't, Drew," I begged, torn between my feelings for him and the hatred burning in my mind. I leaned against the wall tiles, shaking, sobbing, slapping the walls with my palms and fists and rolling my head at the traumas of pain and constant fear racking my body. I looked at the ceiling wondering if the physical and mental pain will ever end, then dropped my head to my chest, knowing that if not tonight, then tomorrow and the next day will be the same.
    Drew stood and cupped my head. "What's the matter, Alex? What have I done?"
    I continued wailing and quaking and rolling my head.
    "Alex. Tell me, please. What did I do to psych you out like this? I don't understand."
    "N… n… nothing."
    He clamped me to his body, his arms feeling like vice jaws, stopping my trembling, but not my laboured breathing, nor chest jerks and weeping. He held me still, protecting me, his eyes tearing. "Please, Alex, tell me, 'cuz something I've done has pissed you off, making me feel guilty and rotten."
    I stood in his embrace, amazed by his caring attitude and interest toward me. After a few minutes I managed to blabber, "It's nothing and don't get uptight or feel bad. Please! It's just a bit of ADHD hitting me."
    "Bullshit. I wish you would tell me." He raised my chin, and without warning, he kissed me…on my lips.
    Wide eyed, I stared at him through the tears. Despite my anguish, I'd never felt anything so beautiful or so gentle touch my lips in my recent life, nor had I felt anything so sincere, and heartfelt meaningful. My sobbing ebbed and I tilted my head, sliding my cheek alongside his, my willpower cracking. "I wish… I wish I could live with you, away… away from…"
    "Away from?"
    "Doesn't matter."
    "You mean the town, the people, and the loneliness?"
    I looked at him then lowered my head.
    He lifted my chin again, shook his head and returned his cheek beside mine, while flexing his embrace around me.
    "Whatever's bothering you, we'll overcome the problem together, Alex. I promise you."
    I pulled away and looked at him as a rare feeling flowed through me, a deep, profound whole-hearted emotion and warmth I only sense when I think of the memories of my real dad. New tears flooded my eyes as I stretched my lips to his and kissed him, feeling that moment of beautiful lip magic again and then sighed. "Thanks, Drew."
    For minutes, I stood in his embrace, relaxing against his strong body until calm replaced agitated nerves and the disorder symptoms. I readily nodded when he suggested another swim, a sexy swim, in the nuddy this time. Feeling brighter, I decided I needed more diving practice, and stroking. Maybe, as well, he could teach me that mouth-to-mouth thingy lifesavers do. Hell, go easy , I thought, I don't want to frighten him off, he might think I'm a whacko sex freak.
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    "Alex, I want you to have this mobile phone so we can stay in touch after I return