do, Sander?"
"Love me. Just... Love me, Johnnie. Anything you
do is what I want," he said, breathlessly.
I dropped onto my knees and came face to face
with his beautiful, perfect member. How can a simple
piece of flesh be so amazing? But it was. Yeah, I know all
the science; he obviously is blessed with good genetics. But
I've seen a few of these in my short life, and his is
unbridled perfection.
It stuck straight out at me, in perfect alignment
with my chin and mouth. I kissed the tip, and as I did, I
slowly pulled his foreskin back using each of my thumbs
pressed lightly against each side of his cock. It glided back
so gently and with such ease, revealing his perfectly
shaped head.
I kept my mouth open wider than the
circumference of Sander's dick, eased it in line with the tip,
and blew softly down the length of it. I knew the technique
I employed was working when my breath moved his
pubes ever so lightly.
"Fuck, that's good!" Sander said, his eyes closed
and his back now against the pine and beech wood
paneling. "How do you think of this stuff?" he smiled.
"Fuck, it's amazing!"
I kept that going for a good five minutes and then
all of a sudden let my mouth envelop his cock, pulling
back from the base to the head. When my lips surrounded
the corona just under his head, his stiffened penis began to
quiver involuntarily. That's when I noticed his heavy
breathing, and his legs beginning to shake.
A few extended second of this, and I wrapped my
arms around him just below his waist, which meant my
hands met right on his smooth bottom. Once I had
interlaced my fingers, making a kind of makeshift seat, I
pulled him towards me and lowered him gingerly onto the
mattress. And I did this without missing one suck.
Now that he was sitting, I reached up and
squeezed one of his tits while using the other hand to
lower him onto his back. He expelled a pleasurable moan
as I now moved my right hand to his balls, and lightly
onto his crack. He instinctively opened his legs, as if to say
he was ready for whatever may be next.
"Put your finger in me, Johnnie. Make it feel good,"
he whispered, the passion building within him as every
moment led to the next. "This is wonderful!"
"Roll over, Pokey. I'm going to worship you for
awhile, and you just tell me anything you want, okay?"
"Yes, Johnnie. Oh, this feels so nice!" Sander
exhaled. "I love you..."
"I love you, too. I really do..." I told him, and I laid
down between his legs, kissed all around his round,
perfect ass, and naturally found my way to his hole.
I softly opened his cheeks just a little, and plunged
my tongue onto his immaculate anus, licking and kissing
and fingering him into complete ecstasy. He started to
move his rear in a slight circular motion, which titillated
his nerve endings even more. This forced him to
involuntarily raise his hips, which afford me the
opportunity to burrow each of my hands in from both
sides to touch and massage his hard cock. One hand
cupped his balls, while the other teased his foreskin.
By now he was close to passing the point of no
return, so I got up on my knees and prepared to mount
him from behind. He knew what I was doing, so right
away he spread his legs, and pushed his butt up higher on
his knees. He spread his legs a bit farther, and laid his
head on the pillow anticipating my entrance into his
gorgeous body.
I teased my head in a little, and let him push
against me. He would control the entry. Then, when his
ass met my pubes, and my cock was as far inside him as it
could go, he slowly began the thrusting motion with his
hips and ass that would soon build to a fantastic release.
"Fuck me as deep as you can," he pleaded. "You
feel so good inside me, Johnnie!"
With each thrusting cycle he increased the speed in
which he was fucking. I looked down and watched my
stiff rod as it made its way in, then out again; in, then out.
"God, I love your sweet ass," I told him, my own
heart rate and breathing increasing with every thrust. I
noticed he was furiously jacking himself off as he turned
up the heat even further with our fucking.
"Johnnie, fuck me deeper! Deeper! I need it faster...
Help me, oh God, it feels so good! I fucking love you,
Johnnie Allen!" He said in shortened, abbreviated breaths.
"Fuck me harder! Oh, my fucking God!!!"
By now my ball sack was slapping against the
lower part of his butt crack, and a couple of times our balls
collided which caused a pleasurable pain. "How's that, my
love?" I managed to say as I felt my own explosion starting
to build.
"Fucking beautiful! God, it feels so good!" he
sputtered. "I love you! Johnnie, I love you so much!" he
cried.
"I'm gonna cum soon!" I warned.
"Me too! I'm gonna cum big! Cum inside me,
Johnnie!" he whispered. At that second I felt his asshole
tighten against me in a quick series of vibrations, which
told me that he was cumming right then.
"Aaagghhh! Oh, God! Oh, God! John... Uhhhhnnn...
Oh, fuck! Oh, God, here it comes! Ennnggghhhh!" and I
felt him release his semen onto the bed, his breathing at the
very peak of pleasure, and his ass starting to relax again.
"Sander, I'm cumming..." I told him.
And right when I got the words out, my penis let
loose with its hot and ready load. One-two-three-four
initial squirts of my semen entered my best friend and
lover. I managed a couple more thrusts and his ass was
met with another eruption of my cum passing into him.
Five-six...
A couple more thrusts; my cock was so sensitive at
this point that I could barely control my muscles. Seven-
eight, and I began to slow and change the rhythm into a
comfortable cool down mode. Sander was still dripping
cum from the head of his cock, and I slowly pulled out
from his ass and rolled onto my back.
"That was fucking incredible," I told him.
"Unbelievable, that's what that was."
"I just want to lay here with you forever," he
exhaled. "I want to do that day and night."
"But we'll starve to death," I chuckled.
"We eat each others' cum. That's what!" He said
with a gleam in his China blue eyes. "That'll give us plenty
of calories!"
"How's Lake Sander doing down there?" I teased
him.
"It's fucking cold is what! We could go ice fishing
there! Damn!" Sander exclaimed.
He carefully rolled away from his reservoir of
semen and used part of the sheet to wipe off his dick. I did
the same, then we pulled the sheet off and laid an
eiderdown on the bed in its place.
We crawled into bed, spent, but incredibly
relaxed. We started to t
alk about something, but before
either of us finished a single sentence, we were out like
lights. I hadn't slept that good in months.
Chapter 33
wo days after the wedding, Torben fell ill. This time
his breathing turned erratic; he felt like he couldn't
T get any air inside of him no matter what he did. He
was breathing. His chest was filling and expelling. He tried
deep breaths, but something wasn't working right.
Jannik and Ingrid performed the babysitting duties
while the boys enjoyed their honeymoon in Copenhagen.
Ingrid drove into Odense that particular morning
with the idea of loading up on enough groceries and
staples that they would have enough to last them well
after Sander and Johnnie came home. She asked her little
brother to keep an ear out for Torben. She would return in
three or four hours at the most, she said. No problem, the
boy told her. He was more than capable of holding down
the fort.
After his sister left, he went searching for the cats.
He hadn't seen them in awhile, and that could only mean
one thing: mischief. The last time they went silent he
ended up finding three rolls of toilet paper shredded, and
the one on the roller completely unwound and piled on the
bathroom floor, a regular kitty pyramid.
He began his search in all of the usual places.
Jannik determined that the bathrooms downstairs hadn't
been hit, so he closed the doors to both and went to the
mud room. That's where the grub, water, and cat boxes
are. Hmmm... No cats.
He checked in the kitchen—sometimes they took
naps in the sink. No cats. Then he tiptoed up the service
stairs from the kitchen to the open loft. He was extra quiet
because he didn't want to disturb Torben in case he was
sleeping.
The bathroom at the top landing was also feline-
free. He turned the corner into the open loft and there they
were. Torben was sleeping and both cats were on the bed
with him. One was cuddled up near the crook of Torben's
arm; the other one was lying near his face, steadily licking
the sleeping man's cheek. Jannik whispered: "Klaus!
Slinky! Come here!" Like all good kitties, they ignored him.
Klaus even yawned.
He stealthily crossed the room with the idea that if
he picked up one of the furry troublemakers and carried
him to the stairs, the other one would follow.
He figured he'd better grab Slinky, because his
rough little tongue would be what would wake Torben up
more than anything. When he got within reach of the cat
he noticed that Torben seemed strange; he was lying on
the bed with his eyes open. He was kind of sweaty. He
would blink really slow. Then he smelled something. It
was pee. Torben had pissed himself. He shooed the cats
away and pushed Torben's shoulder.
"Hey! Torben, come on. Let's change the bed,
okay?" Jannik said. "You had an accident." Again he
pushed his shoulder. Then Torben turned his head, looked
directly at the boy, and smiled.
"Torben?"
"Hi, Jannik. Sorry about the bed. I'll clean it up in a
little while," Torben said, slowly and sluggishly.
"What's wrong? Are you more sick?" Jannik asked.
"No. I think I'm as sick as I can get. I'm sorry about
the bed. I didn't mean to do it. I guess I was really too
tired. But I'll clean it in a min—"
"Don't worry about the stupid bed, Torben. I'm
gonna call Ingrid," Jannik declared.
Half way across the room he turned to Torben:
"Wait here." He knew how dumb it sounded the second
the words left his mouth. It made Torben laugh, which
threw him into a coughing fit.
Jannik retrieved his phone from the kitchen table
and pressed the button for his sister. Of course it rolled
right over to voice mail. God or money couldn't get Ingrid
to keep her phone on while she was driving. Great! he
thought.
The next one he called was Mama. Thankfully she
picked up right away.
"Mama, it's Jan! I think something's not good with
Torben, and Ingrid went to the store. I'm here with him,
but I can't really know what's wrong!"
"Okay. Where was Ingrid going?" Mama asked.
"Føtex supermarket in Bolbro. That's where she
said," Jannik told her. "But she doesn't answer her phone."
"How long ago did she leave?"
"Maybe twenty minutes," he said.
"Okay. I'll drive over there and see if I can find her.
You just stay with Torben and if you think so, call the
rescue ambulance, okay sweetie?"
"I'll do it. I have my phone with me so call me
soon," Jannik replied. "I go to Torben now."
After he ended the call, Jannik grabbed a pile of
clean dish towels and wetted them, squeezing and
wringing them over the sink. Then he rushed upstairs.
"Hi, Torben, I'm back again. Mama and Ingrid will
be here soon, and I'm to call the fuzz if you get more sick
than you already are!" Jannik said, doing his best to lighten
the dark, foreboding oppressiveness in the room. It was
akin to whistling across a cemetery.
"I brought you these to get that sweat from your
face. Here," he offered, "do you want me to cool your face
down?"
Torben smiled at Jannik and did his best to nod.
More coughing, and the erstwhile nurse did his best to
comfort the patient.
"Maybe you have a bad cold. Maybe even
something more. But Ingrid will know, and then you'll get
fixed up."
"Nah. She hates everybody. Well, she acts like she
does. But she really doesn't. Did you know that she one
time had a big crush on Johnnie?" he said.
"Who can blame her?" Torben smiled.
"Well she did until she found out he was gay and
was in love with my brother. Then she hated him. For
about an hour," Jannik laughed. "Do these rags make you
feel a little better?"
"Sure they do. Can I ask you a favor?"
"Yes, of course."
"Will you promise to sit here with me?" Torben
asked. "Because I'm going to tell you a secret,
okay?"
"What is it?"
"You know when you take a trip, and they say that
it's time to get on the plane?" Torben began. Jannik
nodded. "Well that's what I feel like right now. I feel like
the lady got on the speaker and said it's time to get on the
airplane, Jannik. And I'm scared. I'm so scared right now."
"I'll stay with you. Don't be scared, okay?"
"Your brother is the best person I ever knew. Will
you tell him that?" Torben pleaded. "Can you remember to
tell him that when he gets home?"
"You can tell him."
"Can you hold my hand? I'm just gonna close my
eyes a little, okay?" Torben said. "I watered the hyacinth
plants, but they need more I think. Do you know which
ones they are?"
"Sure I do. Mama a
nd me do a lot of gardens in the
summertime. So, yeah, I know those. They're very pretty."
Jannik said.
"What color are they?"
"They're the purple ones," Jannik replied. Torben
smiled and turned his head, focusing his gaze upon the
open beamed ceiling.
"They smell so nice, don't they, Jannik?"
"They really do. We'll bring some into the house
when they grow some more. I made a vase in pottery class
and we'll put them in water."
"Hold my hand, okay?" Torben asked.
"I'm holding it, Torben. See? I'll squeeze it like a
clown nose!" Jannik joked, and squeezed three times.
"I'll have a little sleep I think. Just for a minute. Do
you want me to water the Hyacinth flowers, Mum? They'll
be pretty if we put them in the window by the candles."
"Torben?"
"I didn't mean to, Sander. I swear I didn't mean to.
That time..."
"Shall I call the police? Torben? What do you want
me to do?" Jannik asked him.
"Don't be me. Oh, God, it's so beautiful. My legs are
warm, and I didn't know you'd be here."
Torben moved his leg and landed his foot on the
floor beside the bed. Then he laughed a little and his face
glowed with the biggest smile he'd ever worn. He
squeezed Jannik's hand and then closed his eyes for the
last time.
Jannik remained with him, holding the young
man's hand until he heard his mother and sister's footsteps
ascending the stairs.
"WE TALKED ABOUT FLOWERS, and he said he was
sorry for what he did to Pokey that time. And then he
went to sleep," Jannik told his mother and sister. "And I
promised him I'd stay and hold his hand. And so I did."
"Okay. We'll call the hospital and see what we need
to do. But we've got to let the boys know he's gone," Mama
said. "After they take him away, I guess we'll go home
until Johnnie and your brother get back."
"What about his family?" Jannik asked. "Won't they
want to know Torben's dead?"
"I'll ask your brother when I talk with him. I hate to
ruin their honeymoon with this, but we've got to tell
them." Mama said.
IT WASN'T LONG BEFORE the coroner arrived at the
house. She took statements from Jannik and Ingrid, took
temperatures, a reference photo, and in the most dignified
manner the team moved Torben onto a Geo-Cart, a unique
rolling gurney that is able to negotiate the tight turns and