Visiting Hours

Author's Notes: As you read this please be aware that is a collaborative effort; Butch provided the tune I some appropriate lyrics. 

P.-J.

I would put my thumb on his thumb then my index finger on his index finger, center fingers touching, ring fingers, pinkies then slide the two hands, his and mine, down until I could move our hands…. here is the church, here is the steeple open it up and see all the people. We would look into each others eyes, I would kiss each of the ‘people’ put the two hands to his lips so he could kiss all of the people then putting them down, lean forward and kiss him. His large gray eyes, the lashes with which one could paint “I Love You” on a wall, his face looking at mine….We were alone so I put a pillow under his head and shoulders, put my index finger over my lips, shook my head, pulled back the sheet, looked around then opened his ‘church’ to find only one person. He liked having his legs rubbed as I spread them, his slow blink told me that pleasure was what he wanted so...up on the bed, with him, he was always naked, his magnificent body a treat for me. His to give me to eat up like a dessert you always desire but never tire of. Run my fingers up the inside of his thighs as I gently moved toward the center of his universe, the place where nerves end, the place where it was so easy, so good, so wonderful to taste him. He was hairless, his whole body, but especially his balls and cock almost glowing in their nudity; It was selfish but...I wanted nothing to obscure my viewing of him. Now take both hands, surround his sack, thumbs, not touching this time, one each on a large, hidden round treat. My tongue, rolled into almost a funnel, trying to enter the meaty head, one finger underneath him, going up, up, in, in finding the soft walls through which his blood veins pulsed rubbing my finger telling me, yes, yes, yes oh my God, yes, please go further. I could refuse him nothing but knowing this would be a pleasure go onward, deeper into him.

Taking his long, smooth, completely cut phallus into my mouth I felt myself get hard with expectation. He was so giving, so completely loving of me, what I was doing, what I would always do that it seemed like only seconds until my mouth was filled with the way he expressed his deep love, his affection. Underneath my finger found that place in all men which, when touched, sent messages to the brain saying how much love I was presenting to him.

It was time for me to gently rise then move forward, looking at the last small bubble of semen that slid out as I passed over it, wanting to be with it’s group of brothers that I held while they drew pictures of him on the warm walls in my mouth, waiting to plummet down, letting me consume him. My finger slipped back along the track it had followed in. He lay there, peaceful, those gray eyes following my face, blinking.

He was waiting. I took his cleft chin, pulled it down, exposing his place waiting for me, hungry as I had been for him. The eyes closed as I lowered myself until I felt the warm moist back of his throat then thought what it felt like to be the food he most wanted to eat, imagining me on a buffet table as he walked along, no plate just his open mouth, ready to lean down, close on the few delicacies, pull them away, hold them in his mouth demanding they release the treasure they held. The Essence of Man, the fluid that spelled life, now he would have mine as I had his.

After I’d groaned while imagining him chewing on me, I was eaten up. What was left inside me, my one bubble of semen, dangling over his eyes. They blinked.

Back to our thumbs touching, the white sheets concealing his love at least for now…..

Why did they tell me that they were going to take him off ‘life support’? Did they think that love might also die? Why did they think he would?

My thumb on his until I could open the church and see all the people but...this time, when I leaned over, I only needed to kiss but one….

The last thing, look at the inside of his forearm, what he’d put there...the tattoo...that read, “Even in Death Love is Eternal”….

I left the quiet room still able to taste his life.

Visiting Hours were over.

For Butch who suggested the idea from his friend P.J.