Date: Wed, 10 Dec 2003 15:18:09 -0800 (PST) From: mycandlelight_dreams <email@example.com> Subject: Cabin in Paradise - chpt 8 This story is purely fictional and is based solely on the author's imagination. Any connection between real people, or situations is purely coincidental. It depicts a love relationship between two men, both being of legal age. The author reserves all copyright privileges. This work may not be reproduced, except for personal use, without permission of the author, and may not be linked to any pay sites. Chapter --- I didn't realize just how close this night would bring us, until after we were already fast asleep... I was sure I was dreaming. After all, real life doesn't shake the bed this much. But, as I sleepily rubbed my eyes awake, I realized that the reason the bed was shaking so much was because Kenny was tossing around as though he were wrestling. I quickly sat up and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him awake. "Kenny, it's just a bad dream...wake up!" "Let go of me you Son-of-a-Bitch!" He yelled out as his eyes opened, and he realized that the nightmare was just that...a nightmare. "Oh, Russell, thank God!" He cried, wrapping his arms around me tightly, as he buried his face in my shoulder. A single moment later, he was sobbing as though a watershed was erupting. "Hey, now, easy does it. I'm here. It's all right now." I cooed, trying to calm his tortured soul. It took a few minutes for Kenny to re-capture his normal breath, and control his sobbing enough to speak. "I'm glad you're here, Russell," he sobbed softly. "Do you want to talk about it?" I asked, knowing that sometimes talking about a nightmare helps to will it away. "Robert Franklin...Damn it, it's been so long, I almost forgot!" Kenny started. I looked into his eyes, but he was already miles away from me. "It was so hot that summer," Kenny continued. "It felt as though the sun was just inches from the ground." Kenny kicked off the covers, as though he could feel that summer's heat just now. "All I was thinking of was going for a swim. I was just a kid, what did I know about stuff?" Kenny looked at me, waiting for me to answer. "What happened, Kenny?" I whispered, softly stroking his hair. "I found him. I screamed his name, but he didn't answer." "Who, Kenny? Who did you find?" I asked. "Mr. Franklin! There!" Kenny jumped from the bed, throwing open the heavy curtains. "The old sycamore...just hanging there...lifeless." Kenny fell to the floor, his face buried in his hands. "I tried to get him down...I kept screaming his name, and no one would come. They hung him. God only knows what for. Most likely just because he was black." Kenny continued to sob, "He was the sweetest man I ever knew. And they took him from me! Those bastards took him from me!" I sat down on the floor next to Kenny, and pulled his limp body tightly to mine. For what seemed like an hour, I just softly rocked him. I didn't ask, but I was willing to bet that the tears he shed tonight, were tears that he had been storing for years. Finally, after a long silence, Kenny took a deep breath, looked me in the eye, and said clearly, "It's why I do it, Russell. It's why I take litigation so seriously. It's why I do it." "I know," I said softly, once again pulling him to me. "I know." I managed to convince Kenny to get back into bed, and I rocked him to sleep, as he continued to mutter the thoughts and feelings as quickly as they raced through his mind, until finally sleep overtook him, and his body went limp in my arms. As for me, there was no way I was going back to sleep now. I had to be there for him. And so, I stayed awake the rest of that dark night, just holding him, occasionally stroking his hair, or touching his cheek...just there for him, so he wouldn't feel alone. --- The next morning was a Friday, and though Kenny was not due in court, he had planned on making up for lost time in the office today. However, when he woke to find me still holding him, he looked at me puzzled. "How long have you been awake?" "Only just now," I lied. "What do you say we play hooky today?" Kenny thought for a moment, his brain trying desperately to engage into logical thinking. "There's so much to do." "Call in sick, Kenny. No one but you will care. Thomas has things under control on the case, and you know you can rely on the other Associates there. Stay here with me. We'll get up late, eat in bed, and maybe go for a swim. What do you say?" It was my best ditch effort, just to keep him close to me. I knew last night's events were still fresh in his mind, and I knew working in the office wouldn't help resolve them. "I don't know," Kenny hesitated. "Well, I do!" I hopped from the bed, and grabbing the bedside phone, dialed the office. After being connected to Thomas, I said, "Kenny and I will be doing some work from home today, Thomas. Please watch over things there." "Yes, Sir. Everything all right?" Thomas asked. "Yes, thank you, Thomas." I hung and smiled broadly at Kenny. Then, I snuggled back down under the covers and pulled him to me. "Well, you certainly know how to take control, don't you?" He smiled back, softly, but a smile for sure. "You think so, huh? Well, then, how's this for taking control?" I reached down in the covers, pulled my hand up between his legs, cupping his package, and whispered, "I think Kenny Junior needs resuscitation." Kenny's smile broadened. I wasted no time, as I dove under the covers, until my head was in line with Kenny's rising bulge. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of the sleep pants he was wearing, and slid them down below his gorgeous nut sac. Kenny rose slightly, allowing me to slip the pants off his hips and down his smooth, sexy legs. Kenny threw back the covers, just in time to see me suck the head of his half-hard dick into my mouth. "Mmmm, fuck yeah, Russell, you do that so well. God, I love you, Babe!" Kenny arched upward a little as I sucked in more of his shaft. I love the feeling of Kenny's dick growing in my mouth, and this was no exception. As his dick took the space of my hungry mouth, I could feel my love toy rising to the occasion, straining against the cotton fabric of my white briefs. I reached down to give it a firm squeeze, which only encouraged it to full length. "Tshhh, oh yeah, lick my slit, Russell...ooo, yeah, that's it." Kenny continued to moan, rooting me on. Not that I needed any encouragement; still, it was nice to know that I was still able to please him. I continued to wet his tool, as I gently massaged the gorgeous orbs that lie just below. I could feel Kenny tensing and lifting his hips, so I backed off a bit. I wanted this session to last. Kenny whined softly. "Why'd you stop?" I looked up at him, smiled, and kissed the very tip of that fat dick, before, flicking my tongue into his slit. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. This was his most sensitive part, and we both knew it. He loved it when I played with it, and I loved licking it. Then, with his stiff prick poking me as I moved, I made my way up his firm body, planting kisses along the way. When I reached his mouth, our lips locked in an embrace that seems to give life. We immediately found our tongues dancing and twirling, exploring each other as though it were the first time. His strong hands slid over my back, pressing me harder to his lips, wanting to suck me into him until we were one. I broke our embrace only long enough to plead to Kenny to make love to me. Kenny never denied my requests, and this morning was no exception. He rolled me over onto my back, and began planting his own kisses on my chest, nipples, and treasure trail. My dick, now fully erect, began to leak a single tear of precum, already excited with his attention. Seeing the tear, Kenny reached down, lapped up the mild liquid droplet, and rolled his tongue across his lips. "Just like honey," he whispered. God, he made me so hot. Kenny knew that anal sex was not my favorite. Hell, give me his hard cock and I could suck it all night. But I also knew that Kenny loved to plunge his prick deep into me, delivering his life fluid to me. It was a compromise of sorts, because though not my favorite, Kenny managed to make it oh, so wonderful. First, Kenny lifted my legs up against my chest, exposing my love hole to him. As customary, he ran his finger across my rosebud, both teasing me and letting me know what was in store. Without uttering a word, Kenny lowered his lips, kissing each cheek. Then, he licked a single stroke across my bud, causing me to moan. He started slow, and increased his licking gradually; moistening my tunnel for what would be his own. Each lick more intense, flicking inside. I tried to relax, allowing him into me, opening my hole for him. Then he kissed my inner thighs, as he rubbed and played against my hole, pressing slightly. I was surprised at how willingly my hole opened for him, as though it missed his dick and was anxious for its return. The Kenny pressed his middle finger against my hole, gently slipping it inside me, all the while gauging my reaction. Our eyes met, and I smiled at him, approving his movements and permitting him to continue. Soon, two then three fingers, preparing me for his cock. My dick continued to leak and soon a single strand connection between my dick and my stomach had formed, ending in a small pool at my navel. I knew I was ready, and Kenny knew it too. He knelt in front of me, pointing his dick at my ass. I exhaled and relaxed, as much as I could, as he pushed inward, his prick head disappearing from view. "Mmmmm, just like velvet," he moaned, pushing more and more of his hard shaft inside me. My dick throbbing and I felt a sudden jolt of electricity, as his pubes came to rest on my ass, and his dick head brushed my prostate. More of that silky clear fluid escaped my dick into its pool. Kenny waited a moment or two, allowing my ass to adjust to its visitor, and then, with movements like a symphonic score, Kenny withdrew his dick, almost to the tip, before plunging back into his lover. With each plunge, I could feel him pressing against my juice organ, pumping more of my precum from me. It was the most precum I'd ever experienced, and it was Kenny bringing it on. His speed increased, deeper and deeper into my bowels. I found myself wrapping my legs around his back, pulling him into me, matching his rhythm, beat for beat. Before long, the sound of wet skin slapping together in passionate sex filled my ears. I knew it was Kenny who was fucking me, but hearing his movements only turned me on even further. Kenny's stamina is one of the things I admire the most, and after what seemed like hours, his sweat dripping on to me, his speed increased. I knew he was driving near his orgasm, and I wanted it. I wanted it more than breath itself. I could feel my balls tingling, warning me that my precious sperm would soon be drenching my belly. I didn't care. I didn't dare move. I never wanted this to end. I felt my balls ache, begging me to let go. I couldn't hold on any longer, and the first splash of hot cum drenched my belly. Each push into me, forced more of the thick hot cream out of my cock and on to my wet skin. I panted loudly, and as my dick pulsed and ejected its load, my ass tightened around Kenny's already throbbing love tool. "Oh yeah, Baby, tighten that ass...mmmm...uhgh...uh, huh...I'm gonna...oh gawd...oh, Russell...this...it's...uMMMMM..." Kenny pushed deep into and suddenly stopped there. I could feel his balls rise and empty their contents deep inside me. I held him tightly to me with my legs, as line after line of Kenny's warm juice lined the walls of my colon. Kenny inhaled deeply, as the peak of his orgasm rescinded, and he slowly moved downward, his dick pulling from my ass. "No...not yet," I said, pulling his to me again, forcing his softening dick back inside my wet hole. Kenny paused for a moment, letting his cock shrink inside me. With each centimeter that it shrank, I felt it against me. It was absolute heaven, and I smiled up at him. Kenny reached down and our lips met again. "I love you, too, Kenny." I whispered. "Thank you for staying home with me." --- In Birmingham, no one works on Saturday. Well, no one except those cute boys in the fast food joints, the people in those 'always-open' quickie marts, and the Associates at the Schilte Law Firm. Kenny was no exception. My ploy to play hooky was fine for one day, but it was back to the office, bright and early Saturday morning. The only difference between Saturday and the rest of the week, is that the Associates are much more casually dressed. Jeans is the norm, and Kenny and I were no exception. My Tommy Hilfiger's fit rather nicely, and Kenny didn't mind giving my butt a loving squeeze as we came up the elevator. "I'm SO glad you're here!" Thomas exclaimed as the elevator doors opened. "Geez, Thomas, good morning to you too!" Kenny laughed. "I have to show you something. It's in my office...come on." Thomas turned and led the way to his office. If it was his own sexy behind he wanted to show us, his Levi's were already doing a pretty good job. I nudged Kenny, and he gave me a jealous look that led me to know in no uncertain terms that 'fraternizing with the help was not acceptable.' "Old Fashioned," I smirked. "What was that?" Thomas turned. "Oh, nothing. I was talking to Kenny. So, what's this you have to show us?" I was trying to direct attention away from my reddening face. "Here we go," Thomas exclaimed as he pulled a single sheet of paper from his desk, and then handed it to Kenny. Kenny read the document, and then a smile so large appeared on his face, I was certain his head would crack. "Well, what is it?" I asked...my curiosity again playing havoc with my patience. "Read it yourself." Kenny beamed, handing me the document. The letterhead read The Law Offices of Austin Smith. As I continued reading, the words escaped my lips before I could catch them. "A settlement?" Kenny's pride was almost overwhelming. "Thomas, get Stills down here now! I want him to see this. If he accepts, I want the answer back on Smith's desk before the close of today!" "Yes, Sir. I figured you'd want to see him. I've already called him. He should be arriving shortly." Thomas smiled. "Excellent work, Thomas. I knew I could rely on you!" Kenny patted Thomas on the back. "There's somebody else I want to see this," Kenny started to speak. Thomas interrupted. "Went there too. He's in his cubicle." "Wait. What'd I miss?" I asked, trying to catch up to Kenny and Thomas. --- I hope you're enjoying my story of Russell and Kenny. I welcome comments and questions, so email me at firstname.lastname@example.org I also have other stories posted on Nifty. If you'd like the titles, just ask me.