Scott’s Secret - 15 (The End)
Chapter 15
Mike was able to slowly open his eyes. They had trouble focusing as the room was no longer bathed in the golden glow of the sun. Instead he saw the darkness coming, a soft blue, deepening, covered him and Scott. The room seemed so quiet to him, he could hear the gentle sway of the wind outside, along with the soft almost cat like purring of Scott.
He smiled as he turned his head to stare over to Scott’s body, laying next to him. He could see his naked chest rising then falling in a steady rhythm. His heart felt very light, but the mere sight of Scott’s soft pink nipple made it skip a beat as his mind went back to a few hours earlier.
The passion he had just experienced, made him feel like was walking on air. As his eyes became accustomed to the dusk, he also realized the scope of his new found life. Here he was, laying next to a man who obviously hadn’t told him everything. Hell this bedroom was larger than any apartment he had ever lived in, and what was the rest like? Mike shook his head, wondering just what lay ahead. He knew he was scheduled to be here for 3 months on the course, then what? What would happen then?
Mike didn’t normally think so far ahead. For the most part he went with the flow, reacting for the most part to what life dealt him. Sure he had his dreams, but never too specific, and now here he was, living in what had to be a fantasy world. The sheets were stain and the room definitely oozed money and wealth. Just really who was Scott?
As his thoughts turned to the young man next to him, he felt a slight stirring and felt Scott’s arm move along his stomach, squeezing him gently, as if making sure that he was still there. He smiled with the thought, and his groin seemed to agree with his inner feelings of contentment.
Glancing over to the doorway, he noticed his suitcase standing all alone. The shabby brown case stood out like a sore thumb in the room’s opulence. A bit of a frown crossed his lips as he realized that almost everything of value was in that suitcase, and none of it really amounted to much. His eyes now glanced back at the soft face resting on his shoulder, the gentle breath against his bosom, seemed to belie the fact that Scott certainly traveled in a different economic circle than he did.
His brain was finally facing the one issue he had been dreading. How could he expect to pull his own weight in a relationship with such a wide difference in financial abilities. Sure he would make a decent income, from his paramedic training and all, but obviously nothing like what Scott was making. Judging by the bedroom and what he had seen of the main floor, Scott had to be earning 6 figures, how could he compete with that? The frown deepened on his face as he tried to come to terms with the problem.
“What’s wrong Mike? You look so lost in thought…”
“Uh… oh you are awake….. wrong? Nothing.. why?”
“That frown…. you look like you a person who is trying to figure out their tax form….hehe”
“Hehe… yeah right…. no… just lost in thought I guess… nothings wrong…. ‘cept that I am starved…. you ever eat around here?”
“Food? He wants food? Hmm, well I think if memory serves me …. that stuff is generally found in the kitchen …. right after some delivery boy brings it over….hehe”
“Oh really? Well… what is the delivery boy bringing tonight? And just what kind of food does he deliver? Hehe”
“Perv..”
“Thank you….. no seriously… don’t you ever cook a real dinner here? Or you just haven’t figured out where the kitchen is?”
“I know where the kitchen is….just .”
“Just all those knobs confuse your poor blond head?”
“Witty bitch aren’t you?”
“Well funny thing that…. last time I checked my equipment … said I wasn’t no bitch….”
“hehe…. yeah last time I checked it sure as hell said you weren’t a bitch either… hehe but maybe I need a few more inspections ….. just to make sure….”
“Yeah… well little mike needs some food too… but only after big mike gets fed….. hehe then you can check him out all you want……. how about I cook us up something.. I do a mean steak….”
“Steak? Hehe I bet you do…. nothing like taking some raw meat and getting it all heated up is there….. hehe ….. okay don’t hit….. ”
“hehe…. careful or ”
“Yeah okay…. but seriously… haven’t really done any grocery shopping … and the larder she is rather empty I do believe…. hehe”
“Well… okay… so what did you have planned?”
“hehe.. need you ask? …. okay okay…. I get it…real food then protein…. I get it…. I don’t know…. how bout we order in some Chinese? Good place around here that is pretty good….”
“Sounds good…. ”
“Great….. tell you what…. I’ll go order us some sustenance while you get used to the joint…. hehe maybe unpack the essentials… like toothbrush and shaving kit… the clothes you can just leave in the bag…. hehe ..don’t think you’ll need them much….”
“Fuck you are a horny bitch today Scott… hehe good thing you aren’t on viagra…. I’d never get any food…”
“Yep..”
Scott tossed aside the covers, exposing his naked body to Mike’s roving eyes. His perfect milk white skin glistened, and he guickly stood up. The creamy white flesh of his of buttocks brought an instant reaction from Mike, who could feel the coves shifting by his groin, his penis pushing the heavy quilt upwards.
Grabbing the housecoat by the chair, Scott managed to cover himself for the moment. He turned to face Mike, his eyes sparkling as he informed him that he was going to take a bath. Mike just grinned up at him, his erect penis evident to anyone. Scott merely smiled as he walked off to the bathroom.
Mike couldn’t believe it, how sexy Scott was and how damn horny he always seemed to be. Maybe he was on Viagra, cause he sure seemed to be ready at a moment’s notice. He had never experiences such raw animal lust as he seemed to when around Scott. They hadn’t known each other for all that long, and yet their love making was only becoming more intense as well as more frequent.
He shook his head as he tossed his legs over the side of the bed. Glancing down he saw his pants, and other clothes all scattered around the side of the bed. Well, they had been in rather a hurry, but that was over with for now. As he stood up he could feel his still erect dick jerking a bit as his mind kept thinking of those milky white ass cheeks. Damn it, his stomach was growling for food and yet all he could think of was Scott laying in a tub with a bunch of soap suds covering him.
‘Well’ he thought, ‘might as well satisfy one of the hungers’ With that idea firmly fixed in his mind, and the constant vision of those swaying tight butt cheeks, Mike forgot everything else. He put aside his apprehensions and headed off to the bathroom, no house coat, no clothes, just himself in his birthday suit. He could use a nice bath too, he thought, as he turned the door handle to enter the bathroom.
He walked in to a large room and there by the medicine cabinet was Scott, the perfect white flesh still covered by the terry cloth robe. Mike stopped, his mouth opened with a greeting on the tip of his tongue, guickly stifled as he saw a row of pills and Scott counting out different colored pills in the palm of his hand.
Scott turned suddenly as his eyes saw Mike’s reflection in the mirror over the sink. His eyes no longer sparkled and his face reflected the sudden feeling of panic that was starting to take hold of him. He almost dropped the pills in his open hand but managed to clench his fist, holding them from falling.
“Mike….”
“Uh… sorry…. thought I’d…. shit man was is all that? You sick or something?”
Mike was startled. He had to say something, he couldn’t just ignore the small pharmacy that greeted him. A sudden thought that Scott was some pill junkie raced through his mind and he fought to keep it in check. Just what he needed, to have a lover who was hooked on prescription medicines… or worse, was hiding some secret illness.
“Fuck… uh… sorry Mike… uh… this isn’t how… I mean…. shit ….. I was going to tell you… but later on….. not like this…”
Scott couldn’t get it all out, his voice trailed off into the air, his heart was beating a mile a second but not from lust or desire, but out of fear. He knew that he should have said something before now, but fuck it, if he had he was sure that Mike would of bolted, they always did when they found out… he just wanted to have something, someone, for a while… he knew it was wrong, but he was desperate for someone’s affection.
Hell, that was why he generally sought out young hustler’s, least it gave him the illusion of being loved and every now and then he would find one like Randy, Chris, whatever his name really was. Then Mike happened to him, and he couldn’t stop himself. There was something so special about him that he forgot all about his problem, his secret. He ignored it, tossed it aside, for fear that once Mike found out, he would leave him. Scott was too desperate to keep and hold onto the strange feelings of love and desire that Mike gave him, he not only ignored the problem, he denied its very existence, and now he was going to pay the price.
He sensed the sudden change in Mike. God, what must be going through his head, he thought, as he stared back into the now darkened eyes. No flicker of passion rested inside them, instead they seemed rather cold and forbidding to him. His own heart was pounding hard inside his chest, his chest ached from the pain and the realization that his secret was no longer his alone to deal with, now Mike was about to face it square on.
“Tell me what Scott?”
Mike’s voice was flat, emotionless as he steeled himself for the answer. He knew it had been too good to be true. The sudden meeting, the sudden and deep passion that seemed to erupt between them. Now it all lay shattered at his feet, all because he wanted to have a bath with the man he always dreamed of having as his special partner. There wasn’t anything he hated more than a druggie, whether they were rich or poor he couldn’t stand to be near them. His heart ached that here he thought he had found a mate, instead he had been tricked.
“Well Scott…. what was it you were going to tell me?”
Scott stared into the blank face, the face that once shone as they looked at each other. No longer did it even convey a hint of passion or desire. It was as if a mask had fallen between them. The eyes no longer glistened with desire or need, instead it merely stared back, empty without any sign of life.
He shivered even though the room was a comfortable 75 degrees. His body was racked by the terrible fear of losing Mike, and his mind was in a turmoil. Unsure of what to do, he stammered briefly, then fell silent. The battle was lost, he could see it, but he couldn’t just let it go. Summoning some inner courage that he didn’t even realize he had, Scott was finally able to find his voice. Calmly, despite his inner quaking, he told Mike that they should maybe go and sit down, while he explained it all.
Briefly, he thought Mike wasn’t going to accept the request, then Mike shrugged his shoulders and gave in. He turned and left the room to await Scott and the explanation. Scott looked into the mirror, seeing his face a bit puffy under the eyes, the white skin looked rather ashen in color and his eyes seemed to be like little stones, lifeless and dulled by age. With a reflex action he popped the myriad of pills into his mouth, swallowed then chased them down with some water.
Still he looked into the mirror, seeing the ravages of his life before him. His heart felt heavy and while he had managed to calm his nerves somewhat, he could still feel the icy grip of his fear wrapped around himself. With his head lowered, he headed off back to the bedroom and Mike.
Scott walked into the lit bedroom. Mike had found the lights, and the place was no longer cast in shadows. He could see the yellow lights reflected in the mirrors and over by the door, he saw Mike.
He was sitting by the table, where the decanter was. Scott stopped briefly, as he noticed that in the few minutes it had taken him to take the pills, Mike had managed to get fully dressed. Will, he had hoped but obviously his hope was unfounded. The dread of losing Mike was once more at the forefront, as he continued to walk towards his fate.
Briefly he thought about dressing as well, but decided against it. He did want Mike, not as a plaything, but for the long haul, and yet he hadn’t been fair to him. He could understand Mike’s anger and hurt, least he thought he did, but then again. It wasn’t like he was some kid, he was entitled to his secrets, and really things had happened so fast, surely Mike could at least be understanding, couldn’t he?
As he walked up the table, he saw the decanter, and licked his lips. Damn, he wished he could have a drink right now, but it was too soon after taking the pills. That would really be a great way to explain himself. Pop a bunch of pills then have some booze. Man, that would impress the hell out of Mike.
Scott sat down, facing Mike across the small round table. He reached out and pushed the decanter off to one side, so that he could at least stare face to face with Mike, without some damn bottle in the way.
Mike watched Scott approach the table, where he sat, confused, angry and unsure. For a short time he had felt like he was in heaven, only to come crashing down to earth when he saw Scott hovering over a bunch of damn pills.
His paramedic training had taught him a few things. One of them was the ability to recognize certain drugs by their shape, smell or size or even color. One of the types he was sure was Valium, and there looked to be at least three of them amongst others.
Could that explain the way Scott had been so hyper most of his time in Atlanta? Hell, could it explain why he acted to impulsively with Randy in that bar? Drugs would explain some of the things but not all. Maybe he was jumping to conclusions, didn’t he owe Scott at least the benefit of the doubt? What kind of lover was he to automatically think of the worse of his partner. Maybe the pills were some sort of medication regime?
Mike was confused, his mind was telling him that his new found love, the one who made him weak in the knees was a pill junkie, yet his heart wanted to believe that it was an illness that needed medication. He was torn between the two views and yet, yet he had acted to his brain. Maybe he was at fault? Maybe he was too guick to judge, and in that one instant he had damaged what may have been a lifetime of happiness.
He watched Scott walking towards him, he saw the disappointment in the face as Scott noticed he had dressed in the short time. His heart started to ache as he saw the beaten look on Scott’s face, and his brain was yelling ‘I Told You So’ and yet his heart still refused to give in.
His eyes refused to stop staring. He couldn’t help it, he searched all of Scott’s mannerisms, the way he walked, the way he held his shoulders, the way his arms moved, his legs, how he held his head, all of it was scrutinized and yet he was no closer to knowing than before. His heart hoped for a sign that it wasn’t what his brain kept trumpeting out to him, but it just couldn’t.
Mike sat there, torn, waiting for the confession as Scott finally sat down at the table, moving the decanter of booze away. God he wished he could reach out and pour the contents down his throat, instead he just sat there, not moving, his heart pounding from fear as he waited to have his worse thoughts confirmed.
It seemed like forever before anyone spoke. They stared at each other, furtively. Scott wouldn’t make eye contact, but he would glance up briefly to try and see something there. Mike’s heart wanted to reach out, but the brain had blocked all other emotions, turning him into some judge awaiting the accuser’s statement.
Too many times in the past had Mike been on the receiving end of such statements. Far too often he had found out that someone he liked or wanted to be with had been consumed by some foreign substance. They rarely admitted to it, in fact most denied their addiction, they always said they could handle it, or that it was for special occasions and maybe for the most part they did, but it always came out the same. It always came out that what they had between them was never real, just some damn chemical reaction.
This time, he had hoped for more, had dared to think of more and then in the bathroom he had seen the same old situation. Funny thing though, his heart was normally the one to close off first, not his brain, but this time it was his heart that was fighting to stay open, not his brain. Could his brain be wrong, could his thoughts merely be a result of too much past baggage?
Scott could see an occasional flicker in the dark eyes before him. He was nervous, not because of what he had to say, well okay sort of but more of what normally happened after. He wanted this to be different, he had prayed that Mike would understand, that Mike would be that one person who was different. Now he would find out, not in the way he had planned, but then it rarely went the way he planned.
It wasn’t his fault and yet he was condemned to the endless questions, the myriad of doubts and eventually the final loss as they realized they couldn’t handle the job. He was doomed to this, least he thought he was until he had met Mike. Randy had been an illusion, he knew that, but Mike, well he had felt real. Now even that hope seemed shattered as he sat there, his head bowed low unwilling to meet the eyes of the one person who he had let loose with.
To be honest, he hadn’t really been all that frank with Mike, his mind told him. So what his heart answered, if you love someone shouldn’t you give them the benefit of the doubt, shouldn’t you be willing to stand by them if they are in trouble? Back and forth it went inside him, as he waited for the final outcome.
Scott placed his hands on the table, as if to grip the flat surface, and instead they just lay there. He could feel Mike’s dark eyes searching him, probing him and yet his own heart refused to let him meet him.
Mike could see the turmoil going on in the drawn face that hanged in front of him. He could see the battle raging across the face just as it raged inside himself. He felt a slight twang of pain at that, surmising the grief and pain that Scott had to be feeling. If it was anything like that going on in his own heart, he could sympathize.
His eyes saw the two hands stretched out on the table. Without even a thought he saw his own muscular hands reach up and move towards the thin fingers of Scott’s hands. He marveled at how his body seemed to suddenly be moving on its own, without consent of his dominating brain. The war was being fought and for this moment, his heart was winning.
The sight of Scott, sitting there dejected and so alone made his heart pound faster, his blood race faster inside and it was enough to make his hands reach out. Slowly they pushed along the flat surface, his own fingers now spread out, stretching forward towards Scott’s.
Mike watched his fingers stretching outwards towards Scott’s. He could feel a jump in his heart rate, he could feel his blood starting to push along faster, his breathing was becoming faster and more shallow as his fingers inched their way along the table top.
Inside his head he could hear the thin whiny screams of his brain, yelling for his hands to stop, swearing at the fingers to listen to it, but they refused. It was only an inch apart now, and in a blink of an eye his finger tips were almost there, just about touching when sparks seemed to fly in the air.
It was unlike any feeling he had ever experienced. Scott reared his head backwards as his whole body seemed to suddenly burst in a flash of light.
Mike’s body shuddered, then the trembling started. His eyes closed briefly, the brilliant flash of a deep blue seared in their memory. He could still see the pulsing flashes through his clenched eye lids. There was no denying the sudden force that exploded between him and Scott.
Every cell in his brain was telling his nerves and limbs to back off, telling him to get up and run and yet suddenly, deep inside his very soul, he felt a strange calm welling upwards. The quaking muscles in his stomach, turned into knots earlier, now relaxed, feeling at ease.
The tenseness in his limbs seemed to suddenly evaporate and instead of feeling like coiled steel, he felt at ease and passive. The calmness roared through his body, calming every screaming nerve, soothing every coiled muscle, softening every taut sinew.
The screams and shrieks from his brain were suddenly muffled, then in no time, as the flashes continued, the noise inside his head left him. A strange but soft whisper seemed to flow through him as his eyes opened now, to gaze into Scott’s face.
His eyes no longer were closed off, the shield had shattered and his brain no longer had him closed off to the world. Mike was able to stare knowingly into Scott’s face, no longer clouded by pre conceived notions or doubts. The face that had attracted him looked drawn, worried, and frightened, and his heart reached out, through his eyes towards Scott.
The sudden jolt of Mike’s fingers brushing against his own fingers had flung him backwards into the chair. His whole body had shook as if in the midst of a 9.0 earthquake. Every part of him had trembled to the touch and his head had been jerked upwards.
No longer was he staring down at the mirror surface of the table. Instead his misted eyes were staring straight ahead at Mike. He was about to turn away, his brain signaling for him to run, when he felt like he was being held in place.
His heart started to quicken its pace, his pulse was racing now and every part of him was urging him to get up and run yet he couldn’t. Something was holding him in place, his arms refused to move, his head was straining to turn away but was being held in check by some unseen force.
Finally he opened his eyes and there before him lay a beautiful scene of blue. He tried to shake his head, to clear his mind from its obvious hallucination, but it wouldn’t change. Flashes of a deep vibrant blue seem to be arcing upwards from where his fingers lay next to Mike’s, and they seemed to enter each of the two bodies at all angles.
Scott moaned softly as he felt his blood starting to run quickly inside his body. His muscles seemed to quiver as a strange force passed over and through them, as if he was being probed by some alien force. Blinking his eyes didn’t stop the strange feeling that was now overtaking his own senses, his own nerves, his own thoughts.
The panic in his mind suddenly stopped. The strident cries to run no longer echoed inside his head, and his heart suddenly stopped its frantic race to burst out. His eyes slowly cleared, the flashes of blue no longer dominated his vision, and he gazed outwards into the shimmering dark pools of Mike’s eyes. His vision was no longer blocked, he could see deep inside and he sighed deeply.
His shoulders seemed to sag, his knees felt like rubber as his eyes penetrated deep into Mike’s soul. He could feel a strange calmness now, as if he was floating in the middle of the ocean. His arms relaxed, his fingers still touching those of Mikes, but the blind terror no longer had him in its grip.
It didn’t take long, before his entire body was calmly sitting back in the chair. Scott could feel the fear in the pit of his stomach slowly evaporating into the air. His stomach muscles were no longer cramped, twisting his guts into knots. He felt at ease for the first time since Mike had walked into the bathroom, seeing him take the pills.
The flashes of blue no longer filled the space between the two men. Instead it was as if a long life line had been passed between the two, and nothing but calm prevailed between them.
Questions passed back and forth, and with each question, the hearts would beat out their answer. Their was no longer the cold analytical analysis of each question or of what the answer should be. Instead it was the two hearts, speaking directly to each other, telling each other their inner most fears, their deepest secrets.
Time stood still as the two hearts exchanged their most hidden doubts, their most painful regrets. Each regret, each vivid memory of pain and anguish passed between the two throbbing organs. Blood flowed within, but so did a strange calmness. No longer did either of them feel alone, feel abandoned to their own devices. Their was comfort in the strange union between them, even though all that physically touched was their finger tips.
Mike could see it happening. His mind no longer rebelled but embraced the sudden change in attitude. He could feel it urging his soul on, calmly directing the steady rhythmic beat of his heart as his questions were answered, and his own fears were equally answered.
He could feel the way Scott felt, the way he had hidden his problem, and instead of feeling guilt at his own reaction, he felt a strange glow, a strange warmth that made his own guilt, his own doubts, vanish into the night.
Scott couldn’t move, and now he didn’t want to leave. His eyes were seeing something he had only dreamed of. His heart was feeling things he had never imagined would happen to him. The constant pain in his stomach no longer ached, no longer invaded his calm. He could feel the strange warmth that surrounded him.
Every part of his body was relaxed, except his groin. For some strange reason he could feel his penis growing hard deep inside him, pushing against his pants. It wasn’t a physical attraction but a strange desire that seemed to be fed by the warmth that covered him. Mike knew that with each stretch of his pants, that across the table lay another penis, equally growing, equally stretched outwards towards him. He felt the warmth intensify around his body and he saw an answering glow surrounding Scott.
His eyes bulged wider as the two warm glows seemed to expand with each passing of thoughts between the two bodies inside. Mike watched as his answers were met by the glow, then passed on to the beating heart inside of Scott. He could feel the beating answers and feel the force of the blood being pumped outwards into Scott’s veins.
Mike had no idea what was happening, all he knew was that he had never felt so calm and so excited. His whole mind was no longer raging at him or ordering him about, instead it seemed to have been tuned out, to be in a state of suspended animation. His heart was in control, and he could feel it reaching out, feel it pressing the strange glow outwards towards Scott.
Scott felt the heat around him. It covered him like a blanket, and every part of his body felt bathed in its softness and its tenderness. He couldn’t explain it, but he could feel his penis shifting between his legs, as if it was stretching outwards. He could feel the skin on his cock stretching, tightening itself along the huge shaft, forcing his head to grow. The blood was filling the thick pulsing vein beneath his cock and it seemed to be a perfectly natural reaction to the situation.
He could feel the head of his cock poking out from the robe that covered his still naked body. His balls were slowly pushing his legs apart, as they climbed upwards to his thick cock shaft.
Scott blinked and he could see the warm glow that surrounded Mike changing shape. As it grew larger, he could feel Mike’s own cock struggling against the jeans fabrics, he could feel the heat it was generating, feel the desire in it to break free and yet he felt strangely calm inside. His heart didn’t skip a beat, it didn’t start to race as it normally did when he was aroused or having sexual thoughts.
Mike could feel his penis stretching forward. He could feel his thick bulging cock head pushing against the metal of the zipper in his pants, feel it pushing against the tight fitting fabric. He knew he was fully aroused, and yet his heart was beating normal, his breathing was equal and full, no ache or sudden need for more air. His whole body was perfectly calm, perfectly relaxed as his heart beat onwards, one beat at a time, equal and steady.
There eyes were still locked together, their finger tips still touched as the warm glow merely grew around them. No longer were their two distinct shapes surrounding each body. The strange shape had reached out to touch then join. Mike could feel it, he could actually feel the sensation of Scott’s blood rushing through his veins, and he knew too, that Scott could feel his blood rushing through his own veins.
Their minds locked together, and yet no battle, no accusations, no arguments, were forthcoming. Instead all he could feel was a strange peacefulness invade his thoughts. There was no need anymore to doubt, to question Scott. He had his answer and his body was pleased with it. That was all he needed as he felt his blood quicken, his pulse jump ever so slightly faster.
Scott couldn’t believe it. His fears of living alone were vanquished. His doubts of ever being accepted for who he was, what he was, were gone. There was no anxiety of how to act or how to answer, it was all taken care of. He could tell now that it was all going to work out.
His heart was beating, slightly faster to match the steady beat of Mike’s heart. His lungs were filling and exhaling in time with that of Mike’s own lungs. They had become one, no longer lost in their own doubts and fears. Their love had blossomed, had come to their rescue when all seemed lost and their bodies had surrendered to that love.
Mike could feel his penis jerking inside his pants as he realized that he couldn’t exist any longer without Scott. He could feel his balls tight up against his cock root, pumping their life force into his cock. He could see deep inside of Scott that his balls were also engaged in a similar motion and he knew, that together they were going to be.
Scott felt his cock head rearing backwards into the hot blood thickened shaft, he could feel it throbbing between his legs, waiting for that special time. His eyes searched deeper into Mike’s eyes and as they did, he could feel the sudden heat around him grow hotter. He could feel the strange glow start to permeate his entire body. It no longer just warmed his flesh, but dove inside, to warm his already hot blood, to heat his sore muscles.
Scott could feel Mike’s penis starting to pull forward, away from his throbbing shaft, and he knew his own cock head was moving in time as well. He could feel a soft touch around his heart, his eyes blinked and he could see a strange white glow stretching out from Mike’s chest to his own. His breathing seemed to stop and yet he didn’t feel the need to panic or to gulp in air. He knew he was okay.
Mike saw the white glow reaching out, slowly advancing towards Scott’s chest and then he witnessed it touch the perfect white flesh. He could see it enter now, see it move slightly to the left and there he saw its final destination. He saw the pumping organ itself, beating slowly and in time with his own heart. He saw the perfect redness of the blood filled organ as the white glow slowly touched it.
As the beam touched, he felt his own heart slow down a beat, then it kept on going, beat after beat, steady and regular. He could see Scott’s heart beating in time with his own and he felt like he had never felt before. He knew that no matter what life threw at him, he would be all right, because he had Scott.
As the white beam touched and surrounded Scott’s heart, Scott could feel his penis jerking now, he could feel his cum spurting out, splattering all over the place as his heart relaxed even more, his breathing more calm than ever before. His whole body was calm, yet he was ejaculating all over himself and the underside of the table.
Mike could feel a strange wet warmth around his groin. The feeling of his penis jerking inside his pants managed to briefly flood his thoughts, and he knew that he was cumming. His hot sticky milk was flowing eagerly out of his cock, coating his thick shaft with its stickiness. The hot milk was running back along the throbbing shaft, coating his balls now, running between his groin and his inner thighs. Mike had never felt so much love as he did right then and there as he knew that Scott’s cum was also flowing freely at the same time.
The ‘Hoover Dam’ had burst, or so Scott thought as his body seemed to just keep on pouring his milk outwards. His throbbing penis continued to jerk time after time, as more and more of his cum flowed out and along his cock. He could feel some of it as it splashed back onto his cock from the underside of the table.
They sat there for hours, their bodies at ease, their minds at rest, their hearts in triumphant embrace of each other. Goals and dreams now passed between them, as the cum dried along their groins. Mike no longer felt as if he had been kicked by a mule and Scott felt at ease with himself for the first time since he had gotten the news. Finally the finger tips broke their contact, the soft blue glow suddenly shrunk backwards.
Mike rose from the table, and walked softly around it to where Scott sat. He reached out with one hand, resting it on Scott’s shoulder and the deep warmth suddenly was there once more. It enveloped them both, crushing them both together as Scott rose to meet Mike. Together they gazed lovingly at the other, and they could feel the deep love that had found them both.
Once more their bodies seemed to be as one. Both spent cocks were once again fully erect, awaiting a more physical union than previously. Scott reached out with his one hand, gently rubbing the back of his hand along Mike’s angular face, feeling the stubble of the beard, but feeling also the deep love that was also there.
He felt Mike’s hand grasp his, gently pushing the hand down, and then drawing his face closer to him. Mike bent down, his face at one angle as he closed his eyes. His mouth now slightly open, as he brought his lips down to meet Scott’s.
The two kissed, and once more their hearts were joined together, as were their souls. Their torment was over, each one of them no longer racked by secrets or past experiences. Together they walked calmly towards the bed, as one person.
THE END
