" "Jahn," I said, "I've thought about this for a long time." "Jahn," I said, "I've thought about this for a long time. I couldn't think of any other male I wanted more to do this for me. I've been intrigued for a long time... I feel that this is right for me, and you're the right person." He chuckled and reached out, touching my shoulder. "Okay, I see that you've thought about this." "I better have." He chuckled. "Yes, you better have." He shifted around and sat behind me, holding me close. "You're really sure?" I looked at my watch. The time was getting close. "Half an hour." "Is that all?" "That's all. Then life as we know it ceases to be." He smiled, scratching slowly at my tunic. "Take off your shirt." I took it off and tossed it aside. He had already set aside his g-string. His scratched softly at my chest, and it felt strange, but I slowly eased against him and relaxed. "You've gotten pretty confident," I said. "You taught me that, Ken. Even though you yourself aren't really entalie' or a part of what we are, you know the language, you have the compassion. You helped me understand myself. I owe you for that." "I know," I whispered softly. "You're getting hard." He chuckled. "Yes, I am. You want it inside you?" "The moment of truth. Yes, but I want to enjoy your touch, first." "Then enjoy it." He slowly touched my stomach, his hands trailing down over the denim of my pants and caressing my thighs. I tried to relax, but inside I felt so nervous. |