0 comments/ 26027 views/ 2 favorites Sunset By: ozeboi69 "I know why you did it." Ray stared out of the bedroom window, watching the sun slowly disappear behind the distant hills. A gentle breeze lapped at the curtains and caressed his face soothingly. It was a perfect evening. "I knew you would come," he replied. He reached for his walking stick and slowly turned to his companion. "I've missed you. Welcome home." "This isn't my home anymore, Ray. You know that." The voice was soft like the breeze, no hint of malice. Ray sighed and shook his head. "You always did state the obvious, Phillip. I've missed that too." He hobbled over to the watching figure, the arthritic pain disappearing at the pleasure of seeing Phillip again. Phillip extended his arms and the two embraced affectionately. "Why did you leave me?" Ray whispered, not wanting to release his grip. "I had to go. You know that." Ray inhaled deeply and stepped back. "You look good," he offered. "Younger. You look younger somehow." "I feel younger," Phillip responded, warming to the compliment. "I'm still 65, but I feel much younger. I've never been happier." The words stung Ray and tears welled up in his eyes. "Never?" he asked. "No." Phillip's response was as tender as his smile. "You know I can't lie to you. I never could." "Then perhaps it was for the best that you left me." "Don't be sad." Phillip took Ray's arm and let him to the cane chair in the corner. "It's going to be a beautiful sunset tonight. Sit here and enjoy it. Remember." "I remember." Suddenly it hurt too much to look at Phillip directly. Ray gazed out the window from his seat. "I remember everything. I remember too much. All the good times – and the bad….but most of all, I remember the morning I woke up alone." "I wish I could have told you I was going." "Together, forever. That's what you promised. I thought I was enough for you; enough to make you want to keep that promise, but I wasn't. I wasn't enough." "Nothing lasts forever, Ray. We had 40 good years together. I was getting old…we both were." "I still am!" Ray's temper surged unexpectedly. "But you….look at you! You look 10, 20 years younger!" Phillip chuckled. "You're exaggerating. No one can get younger. Not even if we try!" "Are you happy?" Ray asked, changing the subject. "Really happy?" "As happy as I could ever want to be." "Are you lonely?" Phillip paused, considering his answer. "Not like you, my friend. Never like you." "Tell me what it's like – where you are. Did you go far away? Escape from me to the furthest reaches of the Earth?" Phillip sat on the floor by Ray's feet, leaning his head on Ray's knee. "You already know the answer to that. I could never go far and there was nothing to escape from. If you ever really needed me, I would have been here." "Like now?" "Like now." They sat in silence for a moment, the first shades of pink beginning to paint the sky, wrapping itself around the fading yellow glow just as Ray and Phillip once had to each other as young lovers. They had met in high school, bonding instantly and becoming the best of friends. At University they had remained inseparable pals and in their first year in the work force they had become lovers, meeting secretly each evening to talk, make love and just be with each other. Ray remembered their first time. Back then, homosexuality had been illegal and the butterflies that had ran so rampant through his stomach almost forced him to turn around and run right back home. He smiled at the thought of it, and of Phillip's careful first caress. When they had discovered each other to be gay, Phillip had confessed to his brief liaisons with other men, while Ray was still virginal. He had relied entirely on Phillip to teach him all he now knew. Forty years. It was a long time to be with the same man, yet it passed in the blink of an eye. He remembered the sensation of Phillip's skin pressing against his own that first time they made love. Phillip was rakish back then, his sinewy frame devoid of any fat, while Ray was slightly heavier, with enough meat on his bones to keep both of them warm at night. The memory of Phillip's body pressing down against his own made him breathless once again, his wandering mind transporting him back to relive every exquisite sense. The smell of Phillip's breath as they kissed, the touch of moist flesh as his hands explored the contours of Phillip's body; the taste of semen in the moments before they climaxed… The recollections grew, becoming more vivid with each passing image. The overwhelming marvel of Phillip's touch; the unbearable euphoria of being so close to one so dear; the blinding explosion of his first induced ejaculation…. He never truly understood what Phillip saw in him, but accepted his love gratefully and returned it in abundance. "I'll tell you what I saw," Phillip said, raising his head to look deeply into Ray's eyes. Ray started, not realising that he'd been speaking his thoughts aloud. "I saw a beautiful, loving man who was my equal in compassion, in strength and in his intelligence. I saw everything that I ever wanted in a lover. And I saw in my own reflection, the luckiest man alive." "I was the lucky one," Ray replied, stroking Phillip's thinning head of hair. "You took me to heights that I never knew existed." "Do you remember that time," Phillip said, suddenly sitting upright, "that we went camping? We were in our late twenties and we hiked down to the gorge by Waterfall Gully." "That's right," Ray laughed. "We got caught with our pants down by the Ranger!" Phillip laughed enthusiastically. "I thought we were going to be arrested!" "After all these years, I still can't believe how impeccable his timing was! I had my mouth wrapped firmly around your cock, and you were groaning and moaning and carrying on like nobody's business…" "And just as I came, he stuck his head through the tent flap and copped it right in the eye!" The two cackled heartily, recalling the moment until their laughter subsided into silence once more. "The sun is almost down now," Phillip sighed, looking out of the window at the rainbow of colours now blossoming through the clouds. "You still haven't answered my question," Ray said. "Have you missed me?" Phillip knelt up to take Ray's hand in his face. "With every pore of my being," he said. "I've missed you each and every day and throughout every night." The tears trickled down Ray's cheek and Phillip leaned over gently kissing them away. "I'm here for you, Ray," he whispered. "You don't ever have to be alone again." "You'll take me with you?" Ray pleaded. "How could I not? It'll be just like old times, only better. Open spaces, no more hiding. Just you and me and our love, forever and ever." "You've said that to me before," Ray countered. "How do I know you won't leave me again?" "Because this time there's no reason." Ray thought about Phillip's answer. The last rays of light were almost gone now as the night slowly edged its way through the window. A single candle on the table beside him flickered anxiously, spilling its ever-strengthening glow over their faces. "It's almost time," Phillip said. "Come. Let me help you to bed." He lifted Ray from the seat. "It's one year to the day, you know?" Ray asked him. "I know," Phillip said. "One year tonight." "I'm scared." "Don't be. Look." He pointed to the bed, where Ray's slumbering figure lay quietly, the empty bottle of sleeping pills still clasped in his hand. "No more pain. No more tears. Just us." "Did it hurt when you left?" Ray asked. "No. I didn't feel a thing. Just your skin on my lips as I kissed you goodbye." "I felt it!" he whispered in awe. "I felt your kiss. I remember it!" Phillip smiled, knowingly, and lay Ray down on the bed. "I'll blow out your candle," he said, barely audible. "The light is going out now. It's nightfall. Time to rest. Time to be by my side." And the curtains fluttered as the candle flickered out. Sunset "What do you think of that new lawyer the firm just hired? Byron." Elizabeth asked Stacy as the two paralegals walked from their office; Elizabeth toward home, Stacy to her car. "I don't think anything of him. I'm engaged." Stacy answered, fluttering her left hand which held a small diamond ring, newly placed there. Elizabeth made a small face of "Oh yeah I remember now" but continued her train of thought. "Well I think he's kind of creepy looking. So pale and all." "Oh," Said Stacy sounding slightly disappointed, "I thought you were going to say you thought he was cute. You know you haven't had a date in ages!" "Please don't remind me of that ok. I've been through more batteries than any girl should!" Elizabeth answered. They both laughed as they reached Stacy's car and said goodbye. Elizabeth remained deep in thought about Byron as she continued on her way walking home. Much as she thought he looked kind of creepy with his dark hair and eyes and white as marble skin, at night when she went home to that battery eating vibrator, it was usually his face she saw in her minds eye. That was what was really troubling her as she walked the nearly dark city street toward home. A gruff voice saying, "Hand over your purse and you will be fine!" startled Elizabeth from her reverie. Two men blocked her off from the street. On her left were buildings, and she gauged her chances of running. "I said lady, hand over the bag." The shorter of the two demanded. "She's not bad lookin,'" the taller thug observed. "I like blondes." "Tall bitches are hot," the shorter one leered and the two of them corralled her towards the shadows. "Shit!" Elizabeth thought, looking franticly for an escape route. "Here, take my purse," she offered. "We will. After," the bigger one growled, reaching for her breast when he was shoved to the side by someone appearing as if from nowhere. In an instant, her attackers were on the ground, bleeding and there beside her was Byron. "Are you alright Elizabeth?" he asked with his deep voice. "What, yes, fine. Where did you come from?" She stammered fighting tears. "Here come with me. Inside here," And he was steering her toward the nearest office building. She followed as if in a daze. Once inside Byron led her across the lobby and into a private elevator. He swiped a key-card and pushed the elevator's only button. The doors opened into a suite, partly illuminated by indirect lighting. "Is this your home Byron?" She asked. "It's a place I know," he replied off-handedly. "You're safe now Elizabeth. I'll get us some wine to calm your nerves." She looked around the plush, hotel style apartment; very dark and modern, sleek furnishings, all reds and blacks. The only seating, she noticed was a plush bed in the center of the room. Byron returned with two goblets of wine and gestured for her to take a seat. Noting her hesitation he grinned and said, "I won't bite you Elizabeth. I just saved you from being mugged." He looked deep into her eyes, not touching her at all and whispered "Trust me." She sat. He handed her a glass and she asked, "Where were you Byron? It's like you came out of no where to save me." He laughed . lightly," Does it matter?" He said. "WhatAllmatter? All that mattersthat matters is that you are safe. Now." He gestured to her a glass. "Taste. It's delicious." She sipped the wine feeling it warm her all the way to her toes. He was watching her with those deep, dark eyes. It excited her and made her uncomfortable, all at the same time. It and it was almost like he knew that she thought about him late at night when she was home. She could feel herself blushing. At that moment, as if he was reading he thoughts, he grinned slightly and reached finger out to brush a stray piece of hair from her face. "I like working at your firm." He said. "Do you like it there?" "Yes," She answered and wondered why she sounded breathy. "Have you worked there long?" "A few years" she answered and noticed he had moved closer to her. "Do you like the wine?" "It's good. Very..." She was at a loss, her pulse racing, her breathing shallow "red." "I like red. Don't you?" He was touching her again. Her hand this time. The one she had on the bed. Just running his fingers over hers daintily. Back and forth. Little rivers of light were going off inside her every time he did it. She felt herself nodding in answer to his question, unable to form words. "This particular red is a favorite of mine,." he murmured hypnotically. His hand traveled up her arm now to her neck, her cheek, her ear. His eyes, never leaving hers always intent, looking into hers, reading her. "Your hand is cold." She said finally when words would come. "Is it uncomfortable to you?" He asked, still caressing her. Never stopping. "No, not uncomfortable, just different." She slipped nearer allowing his hand to move lower as he pushed her blouse slightly off her shoulder. She sipped more wine. A drop lingered on her lower lip. "Ah, let me catch that." He said and he moved toward her for a kiss. His hand pushed her blouse completely from her, buttons popping open, exposing her bra while he kissed her hungrily. She did not resist. The wine warming is his alabaster cold lips and tongue. When they parted she groaned, her head swimming. He pushed the bra straps down her shoulders, exposing her as she drank from the wine, watching him as he gazed at her breasts. "Lovely. Your skin is lovely, the finest I've seen in a very, very long time Elizabeth." He dipped a finger in the wine and transferred it to a nipple, watching it pucker as. she gasped. "That looks like blood." She murmured. "Yes, yes it does." He replied and lowered his head to suck on her tight pink bud now dripping red wine. Elizabeth gasped in pleasure, throwing back her head. His hands worked the clasp of her bra then pushed it and her blouse down her arms and off. Before she knew she was exposed to the waist and lying back on the bed. Byron took the glass from her unresisting fingers and placed it on the table nearby. He moved on to the other breast, dipping his fingers in to the wine again and licking and sucking it from her, the cool of the wine and the unnatural coldness of his tongue caused her to groan in delight. "Byron, what are you doing to me?" She moaned. "Just be still Elizabeth. The best is yet to come" His chill fingers left a trail of fire across her belly as he moved to take the skirt from her. "But you're different Byron. I knew it from the day I saw you.," she whispered. "What am I?" he teased as he ran his icy fingers up across her breasts then down her, her belly to her now exposed hips where a small pair of pink panties guarded what he was after. She shivered but whether it was from cold, fear or lust she couldn't say. . He licked at her inner thigh. His tongue cold yet warming her. A tug at the panties, his tongue moving carefully higher and higher, feeling her writhe against him, wanting him to put his mouth on her . She moaned when the scrap of fabric came off and his chill tongue touched her warm wet pussy. "Byron, oh God, Byron." Was all she could say as he licked her expertly. One icy finger toyed with her clit making her crazy while the other pushed deep inside her. Her hips bucked in a frenzy., oOne of her hands tangled in his dark hair the other teasing and rubbing her own nipples, so crazed was she by him. "Ohhhh,." She moaned at last cumming hard. He licked until he knew she could take no more. Like a flash, faster then she could even believe, he was out of his clothes. He stood before her pale and white, bursting and ready. "Do you still think I am different Elizabeth?" "I know you are different Byron but I'm fine with that." She propped herself up on her elbows, devouring him with her eyes, ready to receive his cold, manhood. "Tell me what you think I am Elizabeth." He commanded as he approached, climbing over her, his stiff penis at her gate, nearly inside her. Tell me." "I don't care if you're a werewolf Byron," she moaned, "that's what I think,." He laughed and said."Oh no, they smell and have dirt under their nails." The momentary flash of confusion that crossed Elizabeth's face was obliterated as he plunged his icy coolness deep, meeting her warmth. It was too much and she came again instantly, clutching his back as she convulsed.. Byron grinned and thrust hard, deeply, again and again. His hypnotic eyes lost focus and his hands clenched at the sheets. She felt him explode inside her as he hissed, an icy hot jet deep into her womb. She felt such a sudden rush of power, an adrenaline surge as she screamed her ecstasy. Byron's lips were at her neck and ear, nibbling and licking at her. "You tasted exquisite Elizabeth. But I said when we got here I was not going to bite you." She laughed nervously,. "I didn't think you were. Just for the record, I just don't go to guy's houses and have sex with them just like this. But you did save my life." "I did do that." He ran a finger from her cheek to her nipple and back. "Funny, but I feel like I could run a mile right now and I usually feel sleepy after sex." "That is funny. Do you still think I'm different?" "I know you're different. You're a vampire, aren't you." "Are you afraid?" he asked. "No," she said, surprising herself. "I'm not. I should be, but I'm not." "Good," he smiled because I am." aAnd he put her hand on his rock hard penis, ready to go another round. Sunset He sat alone at the top of the sand dune. The beach was empty, yet teaming with life. There was a line of pelicans gliding along on a wind current skimming across the top of the water, gulls high overhead, calling to each other and the tiny terns running along the edge of the shore line. It had been so long since he had been this alone. Every day, all day long it seemed as if there was someone talking to him, needing something from him - - the demands made on his time had reached a boiling point and he was nearing meltdown. This moment in time was priceless. To be all alone - no phones, no faxes, no memos to answer, no voices other then the call of the birds. The sun was just on the verge of setting and the breeze was cool and moist on his face. The surf was crashing against the shore and now his heart seemed to beat in time with each crash. He could feel his body relaxing in the peace of the scene stretching out before him. This is what he needed; the sounds of the gulls calling, the crash of the waves, and the sound of the wind whistling through the sea grass and peace and solitude. What could be better? She slammed her car into park and sat gripping the steering wheel. "What else?" What else could possibly go wrong?" she screamed in her mind. Today had been so hectic and full of demands, everyone wanting something at the same time. No, that wasn't right, they didn't just want, they were demanding, either by phone, fax, memo or e-mail.... It was so frustrating. How much more could she give? God, she was tired; tired of being on the go, tired of being needed, tired of all the demands. It seemed lately that there wasn't any time for her. Well..... She was going to make some time now. This was her favorite spot in the world. The beach was always deserted at this time of day. All the times she had been here in the past there was no one ever around. She felt safe as she got out of her car and walked barefooted towards the high dune that offered the best spot to view the sunset. As he sat there enthralled by the sunset and the symphony of sound surrounding him he became aware of a different noise. When he turned his head toward the sound he thought his heart would stop. Standing above him was a vision. Her legs were long and beautifully shaped. The wind blew her dress tight against her body, clearly revealing a fabulous shape. Her long hair whipped about her face. But it was her eyes that held him. Startled blue eyes opened wide, much like a deer caught in oncoming headlights staring right at him. Just as she reached the top of the dune she stopped short because if she had taken one more step she would have fallen across him. A startled sound of surprise escaped her lips and he turned to look up at her. She took him all in at once. Lounging there, with his feet buried in the sand, his shirt open revealing curly black chest hair. He seemed so relaxed and at ease with himself sitting there. Then he did something that took her breath away. Looking at her with eyes as deep blue as the ocean, he smiled, a smile that touched his eyes and held her spellbound. She did the only thing she could do...... she sat down next to him. "My God" he thought, "where did she come from?" He watched her hand move to her face to push the hair away from her eyes and he smiled at her. With a graceful, fluid movement she sat next to him and as she did her arm brushed against his. It was like an electric shock. The lightening tingle of her skin momentarily touching his brought a totally unexpected reaction. Suddenly he was rock hard. Never before had she been so bold. Here she was sitting next to a strange man on a deserted beach. This was NOT a good idea. The minute she sat down and her arm brushed his she felt like a bolt of electricity had shoot through her and for some strange reason she wasn't afraid. She turned to him with a half formed question on her lips only to find him already looking at her. The tip of her tongue came out and licked along her bottom lip and he must have taken that as an invitation because..... ........when she turned toward him her lips were slightly parted and her tongue came out and seemed to stroke her bottom lip and all thought and reason flew from his head. For the first time in his life he reacted without thought. He leaned towards her and touched his lips to hers. As soon as his lips touched hers she felt a jolt of pure pleasure. Her heart suddenly felt as if it would pound through her chest. A small sound of both surprise and pleasure emerged from deep within her as his tongue slipped between her lips. Every part of her body was suddenly alive and tingly. His hand slid up her side and gently, almost tentatively, began to caress her breast. Her nipples grew hard and began to ache with a desire to have his mouth and tongue suck them. The small sound of pleasure in the back of her throat grew into a groan of desire. The touch of her lips and the very smell of her brought forth a desire in him that had been dormant for so long. He knew in that moment that he had been sleepwalking through life. This woman, here and now, had awakened a hunger in him. His hand slid up her side and gently cupped her breast. As his thumb brushed across her nipple he could feel it harden through the material that separated his fingers from her flesh. His hands quickly began to undo the tiny buttons down the front of her dress and as his fingers fumbled she reached up and finished the job for him. Pink lace held creamy, firm breasts in place. With a quick movement she reached behind and unclasped her bra. Her breasts were beautiful. High and firm with nipples that were big and pink and hard. He lowered his mouth and took one in and began to suck and nibble with such passion all she could do was throw her head back and groan in glorious pleasure. As he sucked his hand slid up her thigh and with his thumb he gently, yet firmly began to stroke her through her lace panties. As soon as his mouth touched her nipple a wave of unreasonable desire began to form within her. All she wanted was for him to touch her when his thumb brushed against her clit. There was only one thought now and that was the need to have him in her. Her hands reached out and found his belt, and as if by magic they were both suddenly undressed. As she lay back on their discarded clothes he moved on top of her and she opened her legs in welcome. As he moved on top of her he looked down to find her gazing at him with such intensity that he felt himself shake. Her legs parted and with a need as old as mankind himself, he entered her. With the sky on fire above him he found his rhythm with the crash of the surf against the shore. When her legs wrapped around him he felt as though he could melt right into her. His thrusts were strong and sure. Each thrust deep into her brought forth a moan of pleasure. She was wet and ready for him. When his cock pressed against her and then pushed deep within she tightened around him. Her legs wrapped around him as if to push him deeper inside. The feeling was incredible. Every nerve in her body was alive. His rhythm was bringing her almost to a point of madness. A tingling began at the soles of her feet and then worked its way up through her entire body until the explosion. She shook with wave after wave of orgasm. He could feel her orgasm take hold of her. When she cried out in release he let himself go. The tightness of her was incredible. He felt his cock grow rigid and every nerve in his body seemed to explode as he filled her with his orgasm. With a gasp and deep groan he shuddered and buried his face in her neck. He lay on top of her spent and completely satisfied. After a soft kiss he rolled off and they lay quietly side by side, both spent. With the sun almost gone and the breeze turning cooler they both stood and quickly dressed, casting shy smiles at each other. Fully clothed he stood close to her, wrapping strong yet gentle arms around her. She laid her head against his chest and listened to his heart beat. With a gentle kiss she was suddenly off and running down the dune. He could only watch as she seemed to take flight. She never looked back. Sunset and the Husband's Kiss I will narrate an incident today which happened on our first anniversary. We were holidaying in a beautiful hilly resort. The place was very famous for its sunset and couples used to kiss and smooch each other and declare their everlasting love while seeing the sun go down from the famous sunset site. When we reached the spot, my wife asked me to drive a little further. We stopped at a grove and we searched a place from where we could have a good view of the sunset. This was a completely secluded spot. 'I want to sit,' my wife said. 'I'll see what I can find around here for you, darling,' I replied. 'I think I have a better idea,' she said. 'Come on, get naked.' I took off all my clothes and put them at her feet. She took the bundle of clothes and suddenly threw them down the valley. I was aghast. In horror, I tried to speak something but she suddenly put a finger on my lips and said, 'Chairs don't speak and they certainly don't wear clothes.' I knew what I was then. I was a chair. Whenever my wife tells me something, I always try to anticipate what she really wants from me. She wanted to sit so of course, in those hills, I was the best chair available. So I got on all fours and my wife regally sat over me, watching the woods, the valley and the setting sun. 'The sun is about to set now. I know you have been desperate to see the sunset at this place. If you lift your head towards the left, you can easily see the sunset. But, here's the catch. I want you to keep looking down till it's completely dark. I don't want you to see the sunset. Is that clear?' My whole being rebelled against this injustice, as I saw it then. But the words that came out of my mouth were, 'Yes darling whatever you say.' Suddenly I saw that the last rays of the sun were playing on her feet. I asked her, 'Darling, can I watch your feet?' 'Yeah of course', she said absent-mindedly. I have always been obsessed with her beautiful feet and have spent many hours of my married life kissing them, licking them. But at that moment, her feet seemed heavenly. Through the leaves, the rays were playing on her feet and I kept looking mesmerized at them while my wife watched the sunset like the queen she was, sitting astride her naked husband. As I kept looking at her feet, the terror of being found out naked by somebody which had seized me a while back, dissipated and was replaced by the warm glow of love, of devotion. At that moment, I could have given my life for one kiss of her divine feet. Yet, for that I would have to bend and stretch myself and that would have disturbed my wife's repose. So, I decided not to do it. Suddenly, I heard my wife sigh, 'If only Jeff was here.' Jeff was my wife's ex college friend and my subordinate at office. He was also one of my wife's fuck buddies. She continued, 'It would have been so nice to suck his cock or to even just hold and stroke his cock while watching the sunset sitting on your back.' I kept staring at her feet as it got dark. My cock was hard as steel and my mind was surfing on the waves of the deepest pleasure I have felt. Why I was feeling such immense pleasure, I have no idea. As it grew dark, she got up, came near my face and lifted her dress. Her ass enveloped my face, her gorgeous, heavenly ass that always left me powerless before her. 'You saw the vanilla couples kissing and smooching each other, didn't you. But we don't kiss like that, do we? I am so horny, so aroused right now. Give me the husband's kiss.' She bent over slightly and parting her ass cheeks, I kissed her rosebud (the first time I called it an asshole, she slapped me and said, 'Only men have assholes, because they are assholes. Women have rosebuds.'), then gently flicking it with my tongue, I fixed my lips on it and wiggled my tongue inside, smooching her with full intensity and fervour. This is what my wife referred to as the husband's kiss. Her logic was pretty simple. 'No boyfriend is going to kiss his girl like that. This is the secret kiss which only a husband gives to his wife.' After our smooch ended, she suddenly jumped on me and spurred me on, saying, 'Com'on you horsie, take me to my car', She seized my ears as I understood I was a horse now. There were many pebbles and gravel on the path to our car but she urged me on, saying, 'I know you are in pain, darling, but withstand it for my sake, be proud that you have the opportunity to suffer for your wife.' Her words did not make sense to me. Yet I knew she was right and I knew I would withstand the greatest of pains for her simplest whims. It was the most beautiful sunset of my life.