Red Eternity

Heathrow is not my favorite place. I don't like airports much at all, and the big ones are the worst. What I really hate, is having to trot around forever to get anywhere at all, like at Heathrow. No, small airports for me.

Yet here I am, thinking little of airports and all the more of my destination. Madeira in January; a bit risky as far as the weather is concerned, but I had fallen so deeply in love with the island the previous year that I had decided to risk a one week trip. "Insel des ewigen Fruhlings" he called it, Helmut from Cologne that I met there last year. Eternal spring. My prick stirs a little as I think of my nights with Helmut. Maybe I can meet another cute guy to give me a taste of spring? Hope springs eternal.

Passing all these stupid shops that sell unnecessary stuff to international travelers, I spot him. Or I spot his back. And bum. What is it about a compact little male behind that's so exciting? He's ambling along at a leisurely pace, and I follow about fifteen feet behind. Wonder where he's going.

He reaches his gate, finds a seat and sits down. Smooth, unhurried movements; feline. He pulls a magazine out of his bag and starts reading. I can see his narrow, somewhat bony face, thin, but strong eyebrows and eyes like...Shit, he's wearing tinted glasses; I can't see the color of his eyes. Blue tinted specs. Odd. But there's something about him, something electric. Or magnetic or...something.

I check the sign at the gate. Yes! He's on my flight. Pulse suddenly racing, I sit down to wait. I take out my book and try to read, but spend more time ogling him. He looks up, and we make eye contact. He smiles, and I bounce up. Gotta have a smoke. Fuck! It's been three weeks since the last one, and I was well on my way to quitting. I still have some time, and walk quickly to the nearest smoking zone. A bar selling cigarettes at crazy prices. Who cares? I need something to relax me.

After fifteen minutes and three cigarettes I feel calm enough to return to the gate. We'll be boarding soon.

On the plane I don't see him. He's probably sitting far away. Just as well, I might get some sleep. Didn't have much of that last night. I'll try to pay some attention on the bus and find out which hotel he's at.

I'm in church, watching the officiating priest. He's reciting the Lord's Prayer: "..forever and ever, Amen." Now it's Holy Communion: "This is my blood...." I receive the chalice, drinking deeply of the thick, warm red fluid...

I wake up with a jerk, taking a few seconds to figure out where I am. A glimpse of something blue up ahead. Somebody is holding a pair of blue glasses to the overhead light. Oh, shit, it's him. I get up and make my way to the toilets.

At the airport I spot him again. His shirt is hanging loosely outside his trousers, making him look like a real tourist. A beach bum or something, although Madeira only has one beach. The glasses help. I step nervously around, my pulse at 120.

During the bus trip into Funchal, the information from the guides escapes me completely. He's in the seat directly in front, so close I can touch him. I can tell he's pale. Needs a bit of sun, he does. I concentrate on my breathing. Deep, calm breaths. Red. Breathing red? It seems I need this holiday more than I had thought.

After settling in at the hotel I get on the balcony with the packet of cigarettes I bought at Heathrow and watch the thunderstorm over the Atlantic, trying to relax. That might not be so easy; he's here. At this hotel.

That's when I hear somebody calling, and leaning over the edge, I spot him, on the balcony directly below! He's taken off his glasses, but I still can't see the color of his eyes. He waves his hand at me, smiling, lifts a bottle inquiringly. Is he offering me a drink? Numbly, I nod my head, and he disappears. Shortly, there's a knock on my door. He's there, bottle in hand, a smile on his impossibly pale face. The eyes are so dark they're almost black.

"Can I come in?" he asks. I shake myself back to full consciousness.

"Oh, sorry! Please do!" I stand aside, and he enters the room. He walks like a...like a woman? No, not that. Graceful, like many women, but there's something else there, too? He seems incredibly light, yet powerful. A leopard? Yes, that's more like it.

"I'm Adam" he says, reaching out a pale arm, flashing snowy white teeth at me.

"Uhm, John" I tell him, taking the proffered hand. Thin, bony and cold. Firm and strong, though.

Awkwardly, we start a conversation. That is, I'm awkward. He's just smiling, patient, polite and interested. He finishes his glass of wine and turns to face me fully. The next thing I know, he's kissing me. Thin, cold lips pushing hard against mine, a tongue invading my mouth.

"Come!" he says, and pulls me from the balcony where we've been standing and into the room. Another kiss, hard, demanding. He steps back, pulling off his shirt. The rest of him is as thin and pale as his face and arms. Just as beautiful, too. The trousers follow, and he's completely naked. Mesmerized, I drop to my knees in front of his hard cock. It's a lot darker than the rest of him, like all the pigments have gathered there. He makes a little thrust, and the head grazes my lips. I open up and let him slide inside. I can hear a sort of drumbeat in my ears, and start sucking. Red. Why red? Does it matter?

His breathing is heavy, and I can feel his balls rising up toward his shaft. With a small groan he sends his sperm into my mouth, and I swallow. What am I thinking?! Swallowing sperm like that, I'm asking to be infected.

He grabs my shoulders. I get up, and we melt together in yet another kiss. I taste him, sperm, saliva and tongue. Red.

He gives me a small push, making me fall on my back onto the bed. With a couple of swift movements he's got my pants and underpants in his hands, and tosses them on the floor. I take a little longer getting out of my T-shirt, but then I'm naked. He bends down, taking my cock in his mouth, sucks it for thirty seconds, and gets back up. It's glistening with saliva, and he gets on his knees in bed, wriggles upwards, finds his position. He spits into his palm and lubes himself up in the back, then places my cockhead to his hole.

"Wait, I need a condom", I want to tell him, but he's all the way down on me. I can feel his balls on my underbelly. He rises up again, then lowering himself once more. He's fucking himself on my 6 1/2 inches. I close my eyes and lose myself. He picks up the pace, and soon everything is cock and arse. Red.

I start thrusting into him. My orgasm is close, and I pound him hard. I cum, my whole body jerking. I feel the goosebumps, and I shoot inside him.

He bends down, cock still inside his arse, kissing me again. He seeks downward, along the neck, kissing my shoulder. Oww! It stings.

He lifts his head, and I see his white teeth and his red, red tongue.

Beeep! The alarm goes off, and I wake with a jerk. 9:15. I squint at the sunlight streaming through the curtains. Maybe I can ask for an extra set of curtains?

I get dressed and ready for breakfast. The light seems real strong this morning. I don't have much of an appetite, either.

At 10:30 my hired car is delivered. I was planning on a trip today. Over the moutains to Sao Vicente, then north-east and round to Funchal again, but I'm so tired. Ah, well an hour's nap will do no harm.

I wake up again at 3:30. The new curtains are in place, and there's less light. Hooray for expensive hotels!

It's a bit late for the trip I had in mind, but I can make it to Cabo Girao. It was foggy when I was up there last year, which isn't the best thing for visiting a vantage point high up. I put on long pants, shirt, jacket, cap and sunglasses and set off.

I'm back at six, and the daylight is fading. Out on the balcony I lean way over, trying to see if he's below there. Nothing. I spend fifteen minutes demonstrating that my quitting cigarettes was an illusion, and then I hear the door opening. A tired mug appears below me. I laugh a little. Yesterday, there was something almost super-terrestrial about him, but today he looks more like a sleepy kid.

"Wake up, Little Susie! Wake up!"

He smiles at my attempt to sing. Nice of him; lots of other people would shudder instead. He points to my balcony, a look of inquiry on his face, and I nod.

He steps up on the edge of the balcony. "Watch out!" I try to call, but before I can make a sound, he's gliding upward through the air, landing lightly on my balcony. Not hanging by his hands, mind you, but standing on his feet. It's impossible, but there he is, landing as surely as a cat. Now he's standing here, not two feet away. The same dark eyes, black as the night.

He kisses me, and I whimper softly.

We have sex again. Or maybe we're making love? Something's happening to me. In any case, we take our time. It's two full hours before we get up to anything "sexual". My understanding of sex has broadened. Thankfully. In my teens, sex meant jacking, sucking and fucking. That was all I wanted from my boys. Now I know there's lots of ways to have sex, even though the best is with a tight bum encircling my hardness.

He's the one getting that tonight. He's cum in my hand once already, so he's not hurrying. He's the first guy I've allowed to cum inside me. Unprotected, I mean. I can't really feel the sperm as it flows out from him, but I get this illusion of warmth spreading. Wonderful. Red.

He kisses my neck and shoulders, and I feel the little sting again.

A week has passed, and I'm on the plane, heading back home to England. Adam is sitting next to me, reading. Oh, yes, we have talked, we didn't spend all our time fornicating. I'm in love. It's been a strange trip. Much less sun and outdoor activities than I had thought. Much less food and drink, too. But we made love all the more. In the dark. "Dark for dark deeds", I think to myself, giggling.

Back home, I find I've turned into a night person. Good thing I'm a writer. Not a "real" writer; I write school textbooks. But I can do that at night. Some things have to be done during the day, but most of that can be arranged on the phone or via e-mail. That's how most of my nights are spent, but on some of them, I see Adam.

Two more weeks have gone by, and I'm with him. He's on his back on my bed, his legs bent and spread. He slings his feet over my shoulders, and I position my cock outside his hole. I take plenty of time penetrating him. It's several minutes before I'm all the way in. I bend down to kiss him, and he holds on to me. Hard. I start moving in and out, fucking him with long, slow strokes while we kiss each other in a frenzy. Odd, this, that we can be wild and relaxed at the same time. I can keep going for much longer now, even though I'm sure I spend a lot more energy than I used to for sex. I can do it in new positions, too. Athletic, that's what I've become. Despite the fact that I don't work out any more, smoke constantly and eat like a bird.

Finally, he lets me go, and I can increase my pace. I've been fucking him for ten minutes, yet I feel up to another half hour. I vary my positions. Leaning back on my elbows, I have a perfect view of my cock sliding in and out of him. Then leaning forwards, holding his arse cheeks in my hands. I can thrust deeply in that position. Leaning even more forwards, supporting myself on only hands and toes. He's lying on his shoulder-blades. It's an exciting position, but in the past I never could hold it for more than one minute. Now, it feels like I can keep going forever.

At long last, my balls scrunch up, and with a scream, I shoot my load, deep inside my love.

I'm breathing normally again, and my cock is going limp inside him.

"Forever and ever...", I whisper.

"What?"

"Forever and ever", I repeat. I tell him about the dream I had for the first time on the flight to Madeira, and then almost daily since my return. It's a good dream, and as I finish telling him, he smiles widely.

"You're ready now", he says. "You can still turn around, you know. The weaning process will take a few months, but you can turn around. But then, you can choose to take the last step, and that will be forever."

He stretches his neck, revealing it. I've read that foxes do that, as a sign of trust and submission. Exposing the most vulnerable part of their body, the jugular.

"Yes", I whisper.

I bend down, and my cock almost slips out. I kiss him on the neck, and then I bite. The teeth pierce the skin with ease, and soon the blood is streaming out of him and into me. In my cock, as well. I think we'll be fucking again tonight, and it's gonna last a long time. A long time.

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written by einhard