I got up off the couch and walked towards his bedroom. The light was still on and the faint sounds of a soul album could be heard. Gently I knocked on the door. I heard a few rustling sounds, and Joe opened the door, wearing nothing more than a pair of baby blue boxers.

'Hey, lil' buddy. Couldn't sleep?' His eyes were red and bloodshot and the sweet smell of marijuana pervaded the small bedroom, adorned with a bed, a metal headboard, two end tables, two lamps, and a chest of drawers.

'No, not really. Sorry to have bothered you'.

'Come on in. You can sleep with me'. I hesitated, wanting to return to the sofa, but he ushered me into the room, and told me to climb into bed. I did as I was told, and he climbed in after me. He picked up the roach clip, relit and hit it, inhaling deeply. He passed the joint to me, and I politely declined.

We lay there for what seemed hours, Joe getting high, me feeling very awkward and uneasy, wanting to be next to Joe, but at the same time curious if something was going to happen, and if it did, how would I respond? I'd never been with a man before, even though i'd always had the feelings inside of me, i'd never acted upon them.

Joe finished the joint and leaned back against the pillows. He looked at me and frowned.

'Why are you wearing a tee shirt? Take it off.' I removed it and laid back on the pillow.

'That's better. Hey, nice chest. Lots of fur.'

'Not like yours, though.' He smiled and leaned over.

'Mind if I touch it?' He reached over and began to stroke my chest. I felt myself trembling with a mixture of terror, and desire. He seemed to sense my fear, and moved in close. He ran his hands through my hair.

'Phillip, have you ever been with a man before?' I shook my head no, and felt tears welling up in my eyes. I felt vulnerable and embarrassed. I started to turn away, but he gently pulled me to him, and kissed me gently on the lips. He stroked my cheek and took me into his arms.

'Let me love you tonight. Let me be your first.' He slid me onto the mattress and kissed me again, this time, a deep, lingering tongue kiss that sent me reeling into the coils of the mattress. His lips found their way across my trembling body, and as he kissed my flesh, caressed it with his hands, I closed my eyes and allowed him to take me. It almost seemed too surreal, but I relished in his touch.

He came to my bulge and looked up at me. Pulling off the underwear, he began to lick the shaft, flicking his tongue across the mushroom head. Suddenly his entire mouth encirlcled the cock and he deep throated my tool, as I arched my back and let out a passionate moan. As he fellated me, every core of my being felt as if it were on fire, dancing with hot flames upon my nakedness. He took his balls in my hand and began to play with them, twirling them in his hand, and I shuddered. I kept wondering when i'd wake up from this dream, that this wasn't happening to me, but i'd look down and see Joe taking his time, lingering over every pore.

He turned me on my stomach, and spread the cheeks of my ass apart, and buried his face deep within my crack. I had to hold onto the bedframe to keep from coming completely off the mattress. I'd never felt anything like this before, and he had me climbing the proverbial walls.

He laid upon my back and whispered in my ear, 'I want to be inside of you. It will hurt at first, but I want you to relax, and take it easy. If it is too much, let me know and I will stop, OK?' I nodded and he spread my legs apart, guiding his hard shaft into the deep, tight hole.

I held my breath as he pushed the head into me, and I felt a little pressure. He slowly guided in another inch, and I could feel the pain. It felt as if someone was pushing a knife into my sphincter, and I started to cry out for him to stop. But as he continued, the pain subsided and it felt warm, relaxing.

'Breathe in, kid. Just go with it.' I took a deep breath and sighed. I closed my eyes, and willed myself into a state of numbness. He slid his tool in and out of me, his hands pressing against the small of my back.

He suddenly pulled out and turned me over on my back, placing my legs and feet upon his shoulders.

'I want to see your face as we make love. I want to see you as I enter you'. He started again, going deep within me. I gazed into his eyes as he started to fuck me with a passion i'd never felt before. With each thrust I begged him not to stop, to take me into him completely.

Soon he was lying on top of me, our bodies drenched in sweat, my arms clasped about his back. I was crying out in passion as he raped my hole, bringing me to climaxes that went on for hours.

When he was ready to cum, he leaned down and kissed me passionately, pulling out of me and spraying his load all over my body. Collapsing against me, we lay there for an endless period of time, entwined in our sweat, his semen, and our passion.

I'd awakened early the next morning and lay there, my pillow pressed against my chest, smiling broadly, remembering the incredible evening we spent together. I turned over and found Joe lying on his side, facing me, a smile across his handsome face.

'Good morning, starshine'. He reached over and stroked my cheek.

'Good morning, Joe'. The sun came up and streamed through the windows, and we lay there talking until late afternoon. I didn't want to get up and face anything, for I knew I didn't have to. I'd have Joe beside me.

He wanted me to live with him permanently, and I felt the same way. I know it had been a short time, but it felt so right. We began to decorate our home together, he got me a job at his company, a small computer firm, where I worked in the mail room, and he was a technician.

I tried to reconcile with my family, but they decided that they could have one less son. At first it was hard to take, but with Joe beside me, everything seemed to fall into place.

We were together for ten years, and in that time, we bought a house, adopted a cat and a dog from the local shelter, I went to college and got a degree in psychology, and interned at a local hospital. Joe became co owner of the company, and everything seemed like it was picture perfect for us.

On his way home one night, he lost control of his car on a rain slicked road and hit a telephone pole, killing him instantly. I was devastated, remaining inconsolable for months. I didn't know how I was to survive without him.

One afternoon I went into the garage to get some more food for the pets. And I saw it. His '65 Skylark, beneath the tarp. I pulled it off and grabbed the keys from the key holder in the kitchen. I started it up, and the engine roared to life. I opened the garage door and backed out onto the street, heading for one particular place.

The road yawned wide, untouched by time. It was where I'd first learned to drive with Joe by my side and as I stared out the window, I could see him, standing on the side of the road, smiling at me, beckoning for me to take the path, as i'd done that first time.

'For you, Joe. I love you.' I pressed down on the clutch, put the car in first gear, waited for a moment, then hit the gas. The tires spun and threw dust into the air as the car sped down the empty road, taking my memories of Joe along with them.





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