Once Upon a Time...Again

This is a follow up story to Once Upon a Time. I decided Tony needs to find some happiness after he loses Liam. You don't have to read the first story, there is a brief recap in this first chapter, but if you want a good cry, it may be worth your time. Once again, I will be writing this with the two main characters telling their story in alternating chapters. Tony, of course, will go first. Jace Parker will be introduced in chapter two. I hope you enjoy the story and as always, your comments are always welcomed.

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Once Upon a Time…Again

Chapter 1

Tony

I had just had the worst week of my entire life. Monday, I got a call at work telling me my boyfriend, Liam, had collapsed and was now dead. I spent the next couple days with his parents planning his funeral. They went back to their home the day after the funeral, my parents stayed a couple of more days, until I told them to go home too.

Mom gave me a worried look, “are you sure Tony?”

I gave her a weak smile, “yes mom, I love you both so much for being here for me, but I need to start dealing with this on my own.”

After a little more convincing, they headed home, but, of course, mom still calls every day to check on me.

I met Liam in my second year of college. I went to the library to study for my English Lit midterm and saw him sitting at a table alone. Even though there were several empty tables, I asked him if I could sit next to him. One look at him and those beautiful eyes and I just had to talk to him. After an hour of not actually studying and just checking each other out, we finally went for coffee. As we told each other our life stories, I couldn’t look away, his jet-black hair, those eyes, did I mention he had beautiful eyes, they just sparkled when he smiled. His long eyelashes fluttered when he blinked, I think I fell in love that night. He was wearing a V-neck shirt and the same jet-black hair that covered his head was also on his well-defined chest. I do like a hairy guy. I guess you always like what you don’t have, I had very little body hair.

I was thrilled when we made a date for the next Saturday night. We went to a nice place to eat and once again I was lost in his eyes, he seemed to like me too. After we ate, we went back to his place, he asked if I wanted to watch a movie.

I smiled, “sure sounds good.”

He brought up the Netflix menu and asked, “what looks good?”

I said, “you pick, I’m ok with whatever you decide.”

He made a selection, and then went to get us something to drink, I watched his ass as walked out of the room. Damn, I thought he had nice eyes, his ass was just as nice.

Just as I had hoped, the movie didn’t matter because within fifteen minutes we were pushing our tongues down each other’s throats. I had never made out with another guy before, but he was an excellent kisser. We broke our kiss, and I was looking into those sexy steel-grey eyes again.

Liam smiled, “would you like to go to the bedroom?”

I stuttered, “sure.” How could I say no to those eyes, have I mentioned I like his eyes?

He took my hand and led me to his room, he pulled my shirt off and I pulled his off. I ran my hands through the thick black chest hair and tweaked his hard nipples. He smiled as he leaned in for another deep passionate kiss. We fell back on the bed as I enjoyed the feel of his bare chest against mine.

We paused only long enough to take our pants off, he had a perfect cock too, why would I have expected anything else. I pulled him on top of me as we kissed, and our hard dicks rubbed against each other. I grabbed his ass, so firm and plump, and as an added bonus, it was covered with thick sexy fur, just like his chest.

I whispered, “you are so sexy, but I am sorry, I have never done this before, what do we do next?”

He chuckled, “I have never done this before either, what do you want to do?”

We laughed, I said, “well, in all the videos I watched online, they usually suck each other’s dick.”

Liam grinned, “that is as good a place to start as any.”

We were soon in a sixty-nine position, I was loving my first blow job and my first taste of another man’s cock. I reached back to pull him closer, I cupped his ass cheeks running my fingers through the hair on his ass. I ran a finger along the crack of his ass, and I heard a small moan. I ventured further, I hit the pucker and Liam instinctively lifted his leg. I let go of his dick and ran my tongue across his hole, he shuddered and said, “oh God, that feels amazing.”

I worked over his hole as he thrashed around, enjoying every lick of my tongue. Liam reached into the nightstand drawer and handed me a bottle of lube, “please fuck me, Tony.”

I squirted a dallop on his ass and my cock and leaned in and kissed him as I pushed my cock into his tight warm hole. Liam started to push back against me, and we were soon rocking, my cock tingling more and more with every thrust. I knew I couldn’t last much longer, I panted, “I’m getting close.” He grabbed my hips and said, “fill my hole with your load.” One more thrust and my dick was squirting the biggest load of my life, I lost count of the number of times I spasmed.

I fell forward and we shared another deep kiss. I sat back as Liam took hold of his dick and started to stroke. I pulled his hand away and took him into my mouth, I went as deep as I could, he had his hand on the back of my head. I felt his nuts tighten as he said he was ready to cum. I tightened my lip lock on his cock and was rewarded with a mouthful of hot creamy cum. It was delicious, I saved just enough to give Liam a good taste as we continued to kiss.

We lay there holding each other as we caught our breath, completely satisfied.

I asked, “did you like that?”

He smiled, “oh yes, very much.”

I said, “me too, I was a little bit worried, I don’t have too much experience.”

He pulled me close to him, “you did great, we can both learn as we go. You know practice makes perfect.”

I smiled to myself as I remembered all the times that we “practiced” after that first night together. God Liam, I miss you so much.

I was trying to get back to a routine, I went back to work after about two weeks. My boss had been really good to me, giving me all the time, I needed. I was having trouble getting back into the groove of things, he called me into his office.

He started, “Tony, I know it’s been hard for you, but you are not living up to your usual high standards. What can I do to help you?”

I sighed, “I don’t know, but I am sorry. I know I need to try harder.”

“Maybe you need some help.” He said.

I asked, “what do you mean?”

He continued, “have you talked to anyone about what you are going through?”

I thought a second, “like who?”

He leaned forward in his chair, “would you consider talking to a therapist?”

I looked at him, “I don’t know, I never thought about that.”

He said, “it really helped me after my divorce. Yes, I know it’s not the same, I know what you are dealing with is much worse. I really want you to consider it.”

I nodded, “you are probably right, I’m sure it wouldn’t make things any worse.”

He smiled, “thanks, and don’t worry, you can have all the time you need for your sessions, just get me your schedule.”

I smiled back, “thanks.”

I met with Dr Walsh the next week, we set up appointments to meet once a week for the first couple months. I was able to concentrate at work again and my boss noticed the improvement.

At our latest session, Dr Walsh said, “so, I would like you to keep a journal of your thoughts, I think that if you see your thoughts in writing, you will be able to deal with them more easily.”

I asked, “what should I write?”

She said, “you can write anything, if you hear a song that reminds you of Liam, just jot that down. Write down what you had for lunch, it doesn’t matter what you write or how you write it. This isn’t English class, and you won’t be graded. You don’t even have to show it me or anyone else for that matter.”

I said, “so, I just get a notebook and start writing?”

She nodded, “sure that would work, a note pad, a scrap of paper, anything. Just write whatever comes to mind.”

As our session ended, I said, “ok, I’ll give it try.”

I stopped on the way home and picked up a notebook and as soon as I got home, I wrote the date on the top of the page. I wrote what I had for lunch, then a couple of things that I saw that reminded me of Liam. Before I even knew it, I had been writing for over an hour and had covered four pages. I did the same the next night, I was looking forward to writing every night. By the time of my next appointment with Dr Walsh, I had about ¼ of the notebook filled as I headed to my visit with her, she was right it was helping. Now whenever I would think about Liam, it was happy memories, not the sad ones I had been having since his funeral. I took my notebook to my session, not sure if she would want to see it.

She asked, “so, has writing down your thoughts helped you, Tony?”

I nodded, “yes, I think so, I still think about Liam all the time, but now it’s mostly the good things.”

She smiled, “that’s good, is that the notebook you are holding?”

I said, “yes, do you want to see it?”

She shook her head, “no, that’s not necessary, unless you want to show me anything specific.”

“No, I guess I don’t have anything in particular. I do seem to write a little less about Liam the longer I write. Does that mean I am forgetting him?” I replied.

She said, “no, not at all, you still have all your memories, you are just getting on with your life. That’s what Liam would have wanted, right?”

I took a deep breath, “yeah, I guess he would have.” A felt a tear run down my cheek.

She told me, “now you should start to work on doing other things you like to do, go out with friends, work on a hobby. Maybe there is something you and Liam liked to do together, try doing those things again.”

I thought about this as I drove home, I picked up some takeout and sat in front of the tv. I pulled out my notebook and started to write as I ate. After I had finished eating and written about 2 pages, the tv caught my attention. There was a show starting that Liam, and I used to like watching, it was true crime show where they profiled cold cases. We would always write the clues down and try to figure out who the murderer, thief or con man was. Tonight’s episode was about a robbery that occurred about five years ago. The thieves used some high-tech equipment to break into a bank and clear all the money from the vault. Once the show was over, I made a quick note in my notebook about the show. For some reason I got the idea to write my own version of the story. I pulled out my laptop and started to type a new fictional story, based on the one that I has just seen. Again, this is something that Liam and I used to do after we saw this program. We would change things like instead of a bank, it would be a jewelry store, and give all the characters a different back story. We just had fun and sometimes the stories would get pretty farfetched.

I jotted down an outline and a couple hours later I had the story all laid out. Over the next few nights, I typed up the story and before I knew it, I had about a 60-page short story. I didn’t know what I was going to do with it, but it kept me busy and my mind occupied. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed the process, rereading, editing, and finally seeing the finished product. I took the story with me to my next session with Dr Walsh.

I gave it to her to read, I just wanted to hear some feedback, I still knew nothing would really come from it. She did a quick read of the story and looked up at me.

She said, “this is really good Tony, I mean it may not make the best seller list, but I like it.”

It felt good to hear that, I said, “thanks, I did enjoy writing it, with some more practice, I may get better.”

She smiled at me, “would you mind if I took this home with and showed it to my husband? He teaches journalism and creative writing classes at the community college.”

I laughed, “I thought you said it wasn’t going to be graded.”

She smiled, “he won’t grade it, but maybe he can give you some pointers.”

I shrugged, “sure, that would be fine.”

A couple weeks later, I was signed up for an evening class at the community college for creative writing. My new hobby was very therapeutic, and somehow it felt like Liam was right there beside me as I wrote my next story.