This week, in Don't Look Back, the memories continue as Marshall remembers turning eighteen and making love with Lee for the first time. Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to! Their links follow my tale. Enjoy!
They drew back for a moment, so Lee could make the toast
he’d promised. Marshall had to admit he was curious to see how the champagne
tasted, but mostly he wanted to hear what Lee had to say. Lee cleared his
throat.
“I know I’m not the most eloquent man in the world. I have
no real words that are adequate to tell you how much I love you, but I’m going
to try. You mean everything to me, Marshall. You are my world and my joy, and I
love you with everything I am. I promise that I shall always love you, and I’ll
always be there for you. I’ll stand beside you, no matter what, for the rest of
our days together, may they be many. I give to you all I am, now and forever.”
Marshall puddled inside at Lee’s beautiful, heartfelt words.
He felt as though this was their own private commitment ceremony, probably the only
one they’d ever be able to have. But at least they would always know the truth,
in their hearts.
Marshall swallowed the lump in his throat, struggling to
speak. “Lee, that was beautiful,” he managed at last. “You’re everything to me
too. There’s no one in the world I’d rather be with. I’m yours, forever and
always.”
They clinked their glasses together, then drank. Bubbles
rushed unexpectedly up Marshall’s nose. He sneezed in surprise, then giggled.
Lee laughed. “Like it?”
“It’s not bad.” He took another sip. “A little sweet.”
Lee took the glass from Marshall’s hand, then kissed him
softly. “We can have more of that later, if you like.”
Later. That sounded good. So much meaning in a single word. So much promise.
Lee rose and set both glasses on one of the bedside tables,
then reached for Marshall’s hand. “Why don’t we take a shower?” he suggested.
Marshall shivered with pleasure. Over three years had passed
since they’d last showered together. The prospect of sharing hot water with Lee
once again excited him. “That’s a good idea,” he agreed.
“Why don’t you go first, and I’ll join you in a few minutes?
I’ll wash your hair, if you like.”
Marshall nodded, trying to quell the butterflies that had
suddenly lodged in his stomach. Why was he nervous? They’d done this before.
Many times.
Maybe because tonight was different. This would be their
first time as adults. As lovers.
“I’d like that,” he said.
Lee pulled him close and kissed him, and Marshall felt his
queasiness dissipate in the face of his growing desire. Feeling more confident,
he performed a quick strip tease for Lee’s benefit, then disappeared into the
bathroom. He adjusted the water to the right temperature and stood beneath the
spray, letting it run down his body.
A few minutes passed before the curtain was drawn back, and
Lee stepped inside. Marshall’s breath caught at the sight of him. Damn, that
man was all kinds of well-built handsome, not to mention he was well-hung. Lee
put every guy Marshall had ever ogled on the Internet to shame.
He noticed the appreciative looks Lee was giving him, Lee’s
eyes roaming up and down Marshall’s body. “Goddamn,” was all Lee said before he
stepped closer to Marshall and took him in his arms, kissing him softly.
Lee took things slowly, as if he understood that Marshall
was a little nervous, a little unsure of himself and what was expected of him
this first time. They went no further than kissing, the way they’d been doing
for a while now. Lee shampooed Marshall’s hair, as he’d promised. Then he
squirted body wash onto his hands and very gently rubbed it over Marshall’s
skin. Once he was done, he repeated the process on himself. Then they rinsed
and stepped out of the shower. Lee had laid out large fluffy towels for their
use, and they toweled one another dry before returning to the bedroom.
Marshall was taken by surprise at what he saw there. Lee had
been busy during the short time Marshall had been in the shower alone. He’d set
some candles around the room and lit them, and he’d put a CD into the CD
player—something soft and slow. He’d turned down the bed, also.
Marshall turned to Lee. “Everything’s perfect,” he said.
“Like you.”
“I was hoping you’d like it,” Lee admitted before he took
Marshall in his arms and kissed him, softly at first, but with a growing
passion. Marshall responded in kind, winding his arms about Lee’s neck,
clinging to him. They rubbed together. Marshall thrilled to the touch of Lee’s
cock against his own—he’d dreamed of this moment for a very long time.
Marshall wasn’t sure what to expect. Videos only went so
far, and they were a poor substitute for experience. He wanted Lee to receive
as much pleasure from their union as he knew he would. He trusted Lee to
instruct him in the finer techniques of lovemaking.
They stood there for a few moments, looking deep into one
another’s eyes. “Are you ready?” Lee asked, one hand stroking down Marshall’s
back.
“Absolutely,” he replied with confidence.
Lee took Marshall by the hand and led him to the bed,
directing him to lie down. Marshall complied without hesitation, watching Lee,
to see what he would do.
“Scoot over a little and turn on your side.”
Marshall did as he was told. Lee lay down beside him, facing
him. He reached toward Marshall and cupped his cheek tenderly. Marshall nuzzled
Lee’s palm.
“I don’t want to rush tonight,” Lee said. “There’s so much I
want you to experience, so much for you to learn. It won’t all happen in a
single night. But we have a lifetime ahead of us, you and me. Tonight’s just
the first night of many.”
Marshall relaxed at Lee’s words. He trusted Lee with his
whole heart and soul. He knew nothing would happen that Marshall didn’t want to
happen. Not ever.
to be continued
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