Prolthalamium

For a moment, Tom believed it was still raining. His eyes still closed, he inhaled deeply as the awareness of the cool sheets enveloping his body started his wakefulness. The whiteness behind his eyelids told him it was day and as he inhaled again the scent of clean air mixed with the smells of his semen. ‘Wet dream again,’ Tom sighed, turning his head back into the pillow. He wanted the dream back. But the sound of the rain, the brightness, the birds; none would let him go and he felt sad. ‘Wouldn’t dreams be better?,’ and as he turned onto his side, he felt the crusted top sheet rip from his chest hair and the pain startled him awake. It wasn’t raining at all. The sun was rising in the east and the rush of water was the shower in the bathroom. ‘Evan’s here. Evan--,’ Adrenaline pumped into his heart now and it began pounding. Tom eyes opened wide awake as his brain fast forwarded through last night and what had happened. What would he tell his parents? His friends? Shit! What would he tell Amelia? Now that he was out-- ‘Out? Am I out? Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, “FUCK ME!”

“Tom?,” from behind the wall.

“Nothing!” Tom fell back into bed, staring at the ceiling fan gently spinning up in the gable. ‘Happiness? Am I a man? Where will I go? Will I be safe?’ he pondered. The porch suddenly felt cold and Tom felt his testes pull up under his penis and the realization that he would be alone now filled him with dread. His life was gone, his persona was gone. Now he was wearing a new skin. It felt like the old one even if he was sure it looked the same. Pulling himself up again he felt soreness in his gut, he needed to shit, yet his anus felt moist and he knew it was Evan’s sperm seeping out of him, Evan leaving him as surely he would do the next morning. Like everything about Evan, even this piece of his soul was transitory.

On an open desert plane before him opened a vast gray pit with no bottom and only blasts of heated air rushing forth from it. Tom felt himself tottering on the edge as the horror of what would be issued forth. He was no longer himself. He was not going to be with Evan. He was stripped, bare. No life behind, no life ahead. It had to be the abyss. It had to be. He leaned forward slightly as his heart dropped into his aching stomach and his eyes clenched shut to hold the tears. All he had was gone and all that he wanted would never be.

The touch of Evan’s warm hand on his thigh pulled him back and he heard Evan’s voice. Opening his eyes, Evan was squatting naked before him, his blond hair tousled by the towel he was holding. His face was wet, his eyes piercingly soft with empathy, water dripping from his auburn body hair, his penis hanging full against his heavy scrotum. “Tom,” he whispered, “Tom. It’s all right. What’s wrong? Look at me,” his voice filled with gentle concern. Tom just closed his eyes again as Evan grasped both of Tom’s arms and brought him to his feet and embraced him deeply. Tom’s body wrested itself from the brink and he was back on the porch. Wrapping his arms around Evan, he pulled him closer; this time crying in earnest. Rocking Tom in his arms, Evan whispered comforting sounds, “It will be all right. We’ll be OK. I’m not going anywhere. It’s OK... not anywhere.” Tom melted again, allowing Evan to hold him, feeling his strong arms pulling him closer.

“Do you mean that? Don’t lie to me Evan, don’t. I can’t take that. Will you really stay? Do you promise? Please?” Tom pleaded and he heard his words fall out of him like a child as it was all that simple. Evan couldn’t leave. That’s it. He had to be there. He was scared and needed Evan to stay. With Evan it would be all right. He could do it then.

“Yes my love... I will be here... not going anywhere...” The rocking of his body against Evan’s relaxed Tom and as the the wave of relaxation reached his neck he laid it against Evan’s chest, happy, secure, listening to the heart he needed to live.

Evan lowered himself and extended his arms to carefully release Tom’s limp body on its back. He squatted again. Droplets of water glistened on Tom’s chest hair in the dawn light and it struck Evan how beautiful Tom still was and how he still craved him as fiercely as he did all those years ago. He felt his face flush and the slight chill of air as his cock distended from its warm cover. He crept down onto the bed next to Tom, his head inches from Tom’s. “You don’t have to do anything. This is for you.”

He leaned forward and touched his lips to Tom’s and at once Tom’s mouth responded by widening. Evan held his lips against Tom’s, reaching his tongue deep inside. Tom responded in kind and Evan felt his cock spring hard between his legs. It was eternity. It was day. It was eterniday.

Tom felt Evan pull away and opening his eyes he saw Evan smile tenderly, his eyes unfathomable blue, unfathomably happy. What had been terror was now bliss in Tom and he lay fixed to the bed in nether time, Evan slinked back down to the floor and reappeared between Tom’s legs, grasping his cock. Tom closed his eyes in anticipation of Evan’s touch.

Inhaling deeply, Evan pulled Tom’s pulsing cock to his lips, his moist tongue encircling Tom’s reddening mushroom head. His cock was salty. The manly aroma from Tom’s balls filled Evan’s nostrils and his mind with lust as he tenderly worked Tom’s cock head with his lips and the tip of his tongue, teasing, fleeting. Tom breathed out a moan as his hips squirmed on the sheets. Grasping Tom’s heavy shaft, Evan worked his tongue down the long rod and sucked in Tom’s relaxed and hairy sack, tonguing it gently as he worked his way down to the delicate treasure it contained. His tongue caressed the left nut first, separating it from its twin and then sucked it far into his mouth savoring the sweaty taste of Tom’s skin. Tom inhaled sharply, arching his back then relaxing as a moan escaped his barely parted lips. Rolling Tom’s egg-sized ball in his mouth carefully, Evan stroked it back and forth with his tongue and then gently sucked in more of Tom’s loose skin as he turned his head to take in Tom’s right hanger. Tom released a gasp through clenched teeth as Evan’s moist tongue inhaled his right nut and now both of his balls were being massaged gently deep in Evan’s throat. Inhaling through his nose, Evan sucked and tongue-stroked Tom’s load-heavy jewels, feeling Tom’s cock throbbing against his face. Rolling them back and forth, over and under his tongue, working his cheeks to gently massage both of them as they began to swell. Evan reached underneath with his finger and began to probe between Tom’s sweating ass cheeks, feeling for his hairy man pussy. As he pushed his finger deeper, he felt a sudden warmth and moistness that was not Tom’s but his own. His semen was still oozing slowly from Tom’s anus and Evan shoved his finger in deeply causing Tom to rise up in spasm from the bed with a shout of ecstasy before he sank down into it, whimpering like a puppy. Evan felt deep inside for Tom’s chestnut and turning his finger upward, found it close and swelling. As his mouth released Tom’s balls one by one, he turned his hand upward and used his forefinger to massage Tom’s prostate as his thumb worked Tom’s eager rim. Evan pressed his lips to the base of Tom’s pounding shaft as it turned purple and he began moving his fingers faster as he mouthed the base of Tom’s cock. With his other hand he reached down deep below the base of Tom’s pole and squeezed up the shaft making a glistening diamond of precum form on the Tom’s thin, long, cock lips. Evan reached his tongue down and flicked off the drop, savoring the silky sweetness in his mouth. Another squeeze and Tom began oozing a steady stream, a brook of precum flowing over his helmet. Evan’s tongue greedily lapped each new pearl, rolling his tongue over Tom’s cock to get every thick drop. He heard Tom moan again as his fingers parted Tom’s cock and thrust his tongue tip deep into the prick’s piss hole. Turning his tongue sideways, then thrusting it forward, Evan pressed his lips to Tom’s slit and sucked hard, pulling the precum from him. With each pull of his mouth, Evan pressed his finger deeper into Tom, stroking his chestnut, making his cock strain ever longer and harder against his tightly circumcised shaft skin.

Tom writhed. His crotch flamed with the agonies of pleasure as Evan’s mouth worshipped his manhood. He felt his balls dangling moist and heavy with sperm. His rigid cock verged to the edge of explosion and then drew back, pumping all his fluids into the base of his swelling groin. As his balls began to ache he couldn’t believe anything could feel this good. His mind indexed Amelia’s attempts to fellate him and he was about to laugh when he felt Evan’s lips leave his helmet behind sliding down the full length of Tom’s shaft. Evan's throat was warm and tight on his thick, hairy shaft, tighter than any pussy he’d ever had. This feeling he remembered from somewhere as he drifted back into the electricity flowing from his manhood. Here his cock was, deep in Evan and he opened his eyes to see Evan’s mouth running up and down the length of Tom’s shaft, engulfing quickly to the base of his balls and withdrawing in long slow strokes. As Evan pulled out he locked eyes with Tom and the smile on Tom’s face softened Evan’s eyes just for a split second before he closed them and impaling his hot, wet mouth on Tom’s cock sucking in deeply, drawing in his throat and cheeks around the burning lance between Tom’s legs. Tom felt himself breathing heavily as his tormented cock drew close to exploding. He found himself panting heavily. He could barely warn Evan, “I.... I’m.... gonna come!”

Evan didn’t stop. If anything, Tom felt him move faster, sink even deeper, burying his lips deep against the thick and hairy base of his maroon pole, moaning as he withdrew completely before plunging deeper with every draw. Tom felt the depths of his ass burn as Evan’s fingers worked faster, inserting two more, working them deeply against his chestnut, making Tom raise his pelvis to relive the rush of erotic sensation that overwhelmed him. With that Evan released his other hand from Tom’s raging cock and drew it into a fist around the top of Tom’s ball sack, pulling his swollen, sperm-filled balls down, drawing his cock closer to Evan’s hungry mouth.

As the rapids took Tom from the bed, a river of white erupted from his painfully swollen cock before the wave of orgasm slammed against his body arching his back, forcing Tom to cry out in shock. Sperm shot forth from him in one continuous river deep into Evan’s throat. The second wave consumed him in a fire of blinding ecstasy as his sperm continued to gush forth endlessly. This was the Hell of Heaven, the end of the world, all things left Tom and burst forth from his cock as he had never felt before.

Evan drank deeply from Tom’s wellspring, the first explosion of salty sweet sperm forcing his head back. He managed to keep Tom’s thick spasming cock head between his lips, quickly swallowing torrent after torrent; each time his cheeks billowing to contain it all. Closing his eyes, he savored Tom’s essence. This was Tom, his seed, the most intimate part of him. Now it would become part of Evan too and as he realized this, his eyes welled in happiness. He gagged once and a mouthful of Tom’s pearly jizz spilled forth bathing Tom’s jumping cock in a bath of its own juices. Evan’s mouth jumped forward, engulfing the sperm-covered monster again, enrobing it with his tongue as it continued to splash his throat with essence of man and Evan realized his own cock was ready to explode. With one swift move of a young buck in rutt, Evan swung his body onto the bed and spread his legs over Tom’s face. Tom felt a shift and seeing Evan’s dripping purple head pulling against its collar just inches from his gasping lips, he reached up and drew the man’s shaft down into his own mouth, his tongue forcing back the foreskin to reveal the tender pink skin just as Evan’s cock shot forth its first thick rope of come. Unprepared, Tom coughed as the blast hit the back of his throat and he choked as the second rope spat forth with as much force and volume. He drank what he could of Evan but he could not catch it all and he felt rivulets of semen leak from his lips and onto his chin. He had not expected Evan to taste this beautiful, this rich, and Tom felt himself slide in and out of Evan as Evan slid in and out of him. This was a new place, a place no woman could go, a place wholly warm, wholly male. Its intensity frightened Tom as it had last night when he felt Evan’s manhood ram deep into him yet now it felt simultaneously revealing and secret; sweet and coarse.

Images flashed in Tom’s mind of hugging his boyhood friends; of lacrosse his team played as one and triumphed; of his father tenderly reading Curious George to him before bed; of waking to his first wet dream, his older brother helping him change the sheets rather than teasing him; of the deep sweaty smell of locker rooms; of long road trips with Evan happily spent barely talking; of his first circle jerk with Trevor and Chris; of beating the shit out of Billy Hinton for saying his sister was a slut; of his first drive in his BMW, testing its limits and his own; of the smell of leather couches; of watching baseball on TV with his grandfather. The memories swirled in his mind and as Evan’s still pulsing shaft spent its last drop of sperm, Tom felt his body give way and fall through the bed into a cold blackness of instinct. He felt his strength now and a fierce desire to hunt, to kill, to destroy enemies, to fuck long and hard, to endure pain, to be honorable, to know his fellow tribesmen were brothers unto death. To know Evan would be his unto death. The feeling was primal, thrilling, frightening. Tom could only grasp its meaning for a fleeting second before he regained his mind with the last spurt of his spent cock.

Evan fell to his side gasping for breath, Tom’s sperm covering his face. Tom was in him, forever; his one love, his only desire, was now part of him. He thought of his redwood forest, the nights spent under a blanket of stars scanning the skies with his telescope, of never wanting even the most beautiful men who made passes at him, of his years spent as an anchorite in a church that only one other man could enter and now, finally, that man had come. Evan laughed a little at his own pun, rousing Tom to turn round on the bed, lean forward and kiss him.

Reveling in the kiss, Tom could taste himself and Evan as Evan tasted himself and Tom. The power of the realization pulled them closer, deeper. Tom grunted as he felt his spirit pass deep into Evan’s darkness, revealing his soul, releasing it from the hermitage as a sweet melody resurrected from ancient parchment. Evan pressed in closer as tears fell from his eyes, crying in unbound joy.

Hell behind them, Orpheus had rescued Euridyce.

Still waiting, Jason!

I was give to understand that more would be forthcoming. I surely hope so!

All I can say is that it DID arrive and makes me feel warm all over. KEEP going and many thanks for this sensuous exciting love story!

I will post more as it is completed. Please have patience.

[Retracted as the previous posts by funnyguy appear to have been made by mistake.]

very nice! good pace!

FANTASTIC Jason. Great Job! You have me completely hooked. I will be watching for more, so please don't keep us waiting too long.

You asked for criticisms so I hope this will help, remember it's only my take on it. I felt you added a lot of details to the first section of the story that didn't add to the atmosphere of it, all you really needed to say was he was pissed off that he couldn't find any hotel rooms and had to take him back to his place. It's about the interaction of two people and I would have preferred you to get straight to that. You need to read through a story properly before submitting it to wherever you're sending it, I noticed a few grammatical errors (not tiny ones, quite glaring ones) and although some people say these don't matter I think anyone writing has to look on it as a performance, in which spelling, grammar, subject matter, have to be of a certain standard.
The resentment and anger the main character felt were handled well and once you got past the first part the pace was good.
I know no one else has mentioned specifics but I don't think a 'criticism' just saying well done is of any help.

Nor do I. THANK YOU so much! It's remarkably helpful. I do have issues with pacing and I'll go over the grammar as well. You're quite right about getting right to it. Wordiness has always been an issue. Pare and repair as they say.

I think what I'll do is conclude this story and then completely write and edit the next one before posting it. I've already posted the first chapter, before reading your post, and I may need to rewrite that as well. I find short story writing very difficult. Like a play it has to be kept concise and too frequently I let things get away from me.

My thanks again for your critique. I truly appreciate it.

Hey Jason, when I'm helping friends edit work what I always tell them is once you've finished it leave it for three days, then go back and take out every word that you feel doesn't add anything to it. You're right that short stories are hard, in something the size of a novel you can afford to have long meandering passages, I feel in a short story every word should count.