Nighthawk

by Macky

"Flying high above the forest with a keen eye for its prey, the rapid flight of a nighthawk is a magical sight to behold. As the end of the day is consumed by dusk, the nighthawk flies higher and more swiftly than one could ever imagine. Ascending to great heights, it dramatically changes direction and streaks downward to what appears to be an inevitable and violent collision with the fast approaching ground. Within seconds of disaster, it stretches out its wings and with unbelievable force swoops gracefully along the ground before, once again, heading gently toward the sky. Many people take the opportunity to seek out this spectacular display of artistry. However, pay close attention, because as legend goes, in the blink of an eye the nighthawk could be gone." ("Legend of the Nighthawk", program for sheet music by James Swearingen)

1. Sentry.

The night was warm. A cool breeze wafted through the park. It rustled the springtime leaves on the maple trees. He sat completely still. Sometimes he could hear a muffled voice under the boughs, but mostly it was silent.

The silhouette he formed against the full moon was sleek and shapely. He was dressed in brown, black and gray, the colors of the night. His large chocolate brown eyes stared unmoving, yet he saw everything around himself.

Spectral figures slunk among the tree trunks and park benches, sometimes disappearing in the cover of a copse of bushes or skipping down the stairs to the river. The people of the night were silent, shadowy, phantoms.

He looked down the street that lay in front of the park. Slowly cars circled. They drove down the one-way street towards him. Then, they went around a semi-circle before driving away from him on the parallel one-way street.

It was a place where cars could cruise in an endless oval pathway. They were like a line of circling elephants in a circus big top. The drivers sometimes looked at each other. Sometimes they looked intently down alleyways and sidewalks along the street. But there were other spectators too.

Skulking in doorways and alleyways off of the main oval, more of the night people kept their vigil. They watched the circling parade of cars. Sometimes cars parked in the oval's center. Ethereal figures approached the driver's window. Sometimes they would get into the car, and sometimes they would go back to their vigil stations.

He could hear only the low drone of the auto engines and the occasional muffled quiet voices. All these sights and sounds meant nothing to him. He cocked his head when he heard a high pitched buzz below.

Instinctually, he spread his wings and flew off his perch. He swooped down, opening his mouth wide. As the mosquito approached Rob's ear, the bird shrieked its "Beer!" battle cry. It scooped up the mosquito in its beak, and pulled out of the dive seconds before colliding with the head of the young man on the park bench. Then it swooped low across the river and streaked out of sight.

2. Night Person

Rob smiled. "Thank you beer-bird.", he muttered quietly. Before he learned its name, he always called it the "Beer Bird". Its nightly call sounded like the word "beer" to him. The call was a quick raspy ejaculation. Rob always thought of the park, the cruising street, and the bars when he heard it.

'Good bird!' thought Rob. 'Were it not for the Common Night Hawk, I would have a puncture behind my ear right now, and the little beast would be sucking out my blood.'

Rob felt a special kinship with the bird. It had accompanied him on many a lonely vigil night in the park. Why did he spend so many nights here? He was searching for a special friend. Or perhaps he was searching for a lover. He could have been seeking sex. He was not even sure why he felt compelled to spend so many hours keeping his nightly vigil. He was lonely. He needed someone. There was a certain kind of hope in these seedy surroundings.

Rob was a night person. He had been for a couple of years now. He occasionally visited the gay bars in the area. The street and the park at its riverside end were like the aisle of a department store. It was a place where homosexual men could congregate and, perhaps, meet. About a month earlier Rob had met his first sexual partner here. He had wanted sex with a guy since early youth. He had had wet dreams about it. He had sought it here for over 2 years.

But then, one magic night as he walked among the shadow people in the park, he found him. He was sitting on a park bench, looking serenely at the meandering river. Rob struck up a conversation with him. Before he knew it, he found himself at the stranger's apartment. The action on the street faded from Rob's consciousness and his mind wandered back to ponder that occasion.

3. Flashback

His host was an older, plump gentleman in his middle thirties, with blond hair and blue eyes. He did not rate him a stunning beauty, but had decided that he would do. The host offered neither a drink nor pleasant conversation. He merely beckoned towards an unmade bed, silently bidding Rob to lie down.

After watching the stranger disrobe and repose on the bed, Rob thought 'This man knows how to dress to hide a thousand imperfections. If he were passable before, now naked, he is just barely passable, if at all.' He looked at a large stack of typed papers on the desk.

"Did you write that?"

"Yes, it's a piece of pending legislation. I'm a lawyer. Do you have crabs? I don't mind diseases. I can get a shot of penicillin, but I just can't stand those little bugs."

"No", replied Rob. "I have never been with another man or woman or anyone. I don't have crabs or anything."

"Well, all right." murmured the host unconvinced. "What do you do?"

"I want to suck." He stammered guiltily.

"Ok then, you can suck me, but you're sure you don't have crabs, are you?" [Consider that you can't easily pass on crabs by sucking. You would need to be crotch to crotch.]

"No way! You are my first. This is my first sex with anyone. And besides, how can anyone give you crabs just by sucking you off."

"Yeah", scoffed the host and said "Take off your clothes and let's see what you can do."

Obedient and excited, Rob disrobed. This was the moment that he had waited for, for his entire life. Finally, at long last, he was going to feel the sensation of an erect penis in his mouth. He dreamed about this moment ever since puberty. This was what he was waiting for all of his life.

He was blind with excitement at the prospect of losing his virginity. He closed his lips around the deflated penis and felt it harden in his mouth. He sucked hard, released the suction and sucked again.

"No, fruitcake, you have to hold your lips tight around my dick and move your head up and down to give me any sort of pleasure at all."

"Sorry", he burbled, unwilling to release the penis from between his lips. He followed the host's instructions.

"Now suck my balls for a while, but be careful. Don't hurt me. And are you sure that you don't have crabs?"

"I told you", reproached Rob, "this is my first time."

"Right", said the host. "You look like a virgin for sure, NOT!"

"But I am a virgin. Or at least I was until tonight."

"Whatever", scoffed the host. "But you aren't very good at sucking. Run your tongue around the head now."

Obediently, he complied. Once more, sucking the balls, he murmured, "I'm having a ball!" And indeed he was. The host lacked hospitality, but he was a warm male body and that's what was most important to Rob.

He tried to please his host. He sucked and deep throated until his lips were sore and his throat was raw. His heart beat feverishly. He was not sure if it was excitement or the effort of rapidly thrusting his head up and down on the erect organ.

Finally, he felt the host's body stiffen and his back arch. He smelled it first. The pungent earthy smell of semen wafted from his mouth to his nasal cavity. Then he felt and tasted the thick liquid. The host cursed.

"Damn it, stop already. I'm very sensitive now. Let me alone."

He released the penis from his lips. He swallowed. He felt both exhausted and fulfilled. The semen left a coating on his throat, lips, and mouth. He could still taste it and smell it. He found this both exciting and very satisfying.

Meanwhile, the host lay motionless on the bed, his eyes closed, apparently sleeping. Without a word, Rob picked up his clothes and got dressed. As he reached the top of the stairs, the host reticently queried, "Would you like a beer?"

"No thank you." he sang sweetly.

The host sat up and stared after him, as he descended the stairs, and closed the front door behind him.

'He was decidedly rude.' thought Rob as he stepped into the street. 'But I don't care. I have finally done it. What a relief. He sounded a bit remorseful as we parted. I guess he may have felt a little guilty about the way he treated me. But I don't give a shit. I sucked a dick. I swallowed sperm. I feel wonderful. It was great to FINALLY have sex with a guy. He was not a nice person. But it sure as hell was a nice experience.'

4. Faltering Steps

Waking from his reverie, Rob watched the activity on the street intensely. It was interesting to watch who was picking up whom. Two boys tussled with each other. One was quite a bit taller, with longish black hair and blue genes. The other was a shorter, perhaps younger blond guy, in a tank top and shorts. They were talking and laughing as a car pulled up beside them and stopped. They both leaned in the window to speak with the driver. Then the smaller guy walked around and got in on the passenger side and the car left the street.

'I need a walk' he thought as he set out down the street.

He stood in a secluded entrance of a public building and watched the traffic. He noticed that every time a certain car passed, the driver would turn his head to look at him. Imitating other night people that he had watched, he began to walk down an alleyway which intersected the street. He walked to a place where the moon cast shadows across the alley. There was a stone wall there and he sat down. Soon, he saw a slow moving car enter the alleyway.

The car stopped when it came to the place where Rob sat. He peered into the window and his eyes met the face of a well dressed middle aged man.

'His moustache is too severe. His face is too stern. He's probably another lawyer.' he considered.

He stood up and walked casually on down the alley. The car followed on his heels closely. Then he stepped up over the curb and back into the park. The car turned and began to cruise the street at a more normal speed.

'This really should be easier.' he thought as he sat down on his park bench again. 'I'm not a virgin anymore.'

5. Night Hawk

Just then a swift shadow blurred across his line of sight. He saw the Nighthawk swoop down an alley and disappear around the corner of a building, crying its shrill "Beer!" Rob, deep in thought, sat hypnotized staring at the corner where the Nighthawk had disappeared. Then, from around the same corner, silhouetted in the light of a streetlamp, emerged a sleek shapely figure. The figure was that of a young man or a boy.

When the boy passed in front of him, Rob could see that the he wore gray jeans and a black denim shirt, the colors of the night. The boy didn't notice him, but stared intently down the street as he walked past. He watched him until he disappeared into the shadows. It was getting late and he was considering giving up for the night, yet loneliness kept him on his park bench.

There were notably fewer cars on the street now. Some doorways and corners were becoming deserted. He continued staring straight ahead. He was lost in his thoughts.

The scuff of a shoe through the grass startled him out of his reverie. He looked up in time to see the slight figure of the boy passing in front of him. He glimpsed longish brown hair. The face still was not visible, because his head was turned. He was watching the action on the street intently.

A clean, crisp, slightly earthy, outdoorsy scent trailed the boy. There were hints of the dying embers of a spicy cologne, together with the salty musky smell of fresh sweat, soap, cotton denim, shampoo and leather. Rob craved the smell and felt a little sad when the breeze blew it away.

'So close and yet so far' he thought. 'He's probably looking for someone. He's obviously interested in the guys on the street. Maybe he is trying to spot his boyfriend or something.'

Again, he watched the boy disappear into the darkness. He was captivated by the boy's smooth, even somewhat feminine gait. He almost floated down the street, like a specter. He watched the darkness where the boy had disappeared for a long time. He felt more than a little desire.

The boy was a celebration of young male beauty. He had the lean build of a wild stallion, with well defined arm and chest muscles. The angle of his head, as he peered intently at the street, was like the head of a young eagle intent on its prey. He watched for a long time, hoping that the boy would return. Then his head began to droop, as fatigue gnawed at his eyelids.

Finally he gave up. 'I just don't know how to hook up.' he thought. 'I thought it would be easy after the first time, but it's just the same. That young man was obviously interested in guys. But how do I know he isn't looking for his boyfriend? He didn't even notice that I was sitting here. What could I have done, kicked out my leg and tripped him as he darted by? I couldn't even get in a greeting at the speed he was walking.'

Just then, a Nighthawk in pursuit of prey darted so close that Rob ducked.

"Dammit!" he said to himself, as a tear rolled down his cheek. "I don't even know what I'm doing here"

He bolted to his feet. Turning, he started towards his car. Just then, he cried aloud. An impending collision startled him. The boy was walking past at his usual pace. He was staring intently down the street. Upon hearing his cry, he snapped his head around in time to alter his course. He veered smartly to the side and stopped.

Rob was shocked to find himself staring into the blinking chocolate brown eyes of the boy. He was a picture of surprise and innocence.

"Close shave!"

The boy's face was smooth, with a slight beard that was freshly shaved. His long brown hair was clean and beautifully kempt. It hung down to his neck where it ended in cute bouncy ringlets. When he turned his head, the hair would cascade about his head like ripe wheat rippling in a breeze, and there was a diamond stud in his right ear. A scattering of fading freckles ran under his eyes and across his nose. The boy's pupils were large. A thought flashed across Rob's mind.

'My poker teacher told me to watch the opponents' pupils. If they are large he is feeling pleasure, so don't bet high because he has a good hand. Does this mean that this boy is feeling pleasure at seeing me?'

"Oops!" shouted the boy, his face bursting into a full smile that showed off luscious lips and beautiful white teeth.

"Oh I'm sorry! I beg your pardon" laughed Rob.

"Don't worry about it." said the still smiling boy. "I wasn't watching where I was going."

'Well, its now or never' considered Rob.

"I know you weren't. I saw you go past a couple of times. You were not watching where you were going then either. You were just staring at the street. What or who were you looking for?"

The boy blushed red in the light of the streetlamp. He hung his head and stared at the ground, looking for an answer.

Seeing his embarrassment, Rob continued "Another star struck dreamer I suppose. Was it complex Philosophical meditation or were you composing poetry?"

Relieved, a relaxed smile shone on the boy's face. He tilted his head to the side, raised his shoulders in a shrug. "All that kind of stuff, I guess."

"Can I offer you a seat?" dared Rob, indicating the park bench.

"Thanks."

"So what brings you out here pacing the park in the middle of the night?"

"Oh, I was just to a graduation party."

"Just graduated high school? You must be around 18 then?"

"I turn 18 in 2 weeks."

"I'm Rob. You?"

"Will."

"Well congratulations Will. Do you have any plans as to what happens next?"

"No." said the young man, raising his eyebrows and lifting his hands palm upward.

"It's a confusing time, man. Don't worry about it. Enjoy yourself and everything will sort itself out."

"Confusing is right. I have no idea what I'm going to do for a living. And that's not the worst of it. I don't even know what to do about…well…"

At this point the lad lifted both his hands in front of him indicating the street, the park, and the whole scene. He fell silent and bowed his head leaning forward, elbows on knees and his chin cupped in hands.

"Were you really thinking heavy thoughts when you were staring down the street, Will?"

"No."

"Were you looking for someone you know?"

"No."

"Are you lonely?" asked Rob gently with concern.

"Yes."

"You were looking for someone to hook up with then?"

"Yes."

"I guess that you like guys then?"

"Yes."

"Me too. My car's right over there. Care to have a drink with me?"

He saw large chocolate brown eyes smiling at him as the boy nodded his head. Then Rob leaned over and kissed him on the top of his silky brown hair.

"Come on then. Let's go. What would you like to drink?"

"I had some beer at the party!" said the young man. The word "beer" sounded so like the cry of the Nighthawk that Rob quickly looked about for its swooping flight.

"All right, but if I buy you a beer, you have to let me take you to your home tonight. I don't want to have the death of a beautiful young man on my consciousness."

"OK. But I don't live far from here." He said getting into the car.

"I know a nice spot across the river where we can be alone. It's on top of a mountain. Does that sound OK to you?"

"Sure."

"Well, Cascade, Olympia, and Coors are all good mountain beers. Which do you prefer?" Rob asked as they pulled into a tavern parking lot."

"Aw, I don't care. I just need something to give me a little courage."

"Are you planning to take advantage of me or something?"

The boy smiled and slid down in the seat covering his eyes with his hand.

"First time?" whispered Rob leaning in close to the lad's ear.

"Yeah."

"Don't worry Will. My first time was 3 weeks ago. You are my second, but we are both new at this. You are in charge. I'll do what you want. Let me know if you want to back out, and I'll take you home. Anything is OK. Just relax and try to enjoy yourself. You only have one first time."

Will sat upright in the car seat. He looked earnestly at Rob. Removing his hands from his face to reveal a beaming smile, he said "Thanks."

Rob kissed the teenager tenderly on his pate and leaving the car, entered the tavern.

The young man looked around the car and picking up a CD read that it was a collection of Chopin Waltzes played by Vladimir Ashkenazy. 'Classy' he thought. The car keys dangled in the ignition. 'Trusting' considered the teenager. The keys were attached to a picture key chain, depicting an older lady. 'And he loves his mom.' Will snuggled down into the seat and felt cozy.

The car door opened, and setting a six pack of silver cans on the floor, Rob got into the car.

"Now, to the mountain" he said, pulling onto the road.

6. Moon over Mountains

Rob backed his car into a convenient spot among the trees. He wound down the windows and the scent of fresh pine filled the car. A cool, fortifying breeze blew through.

"Wow, look at that moon!" marveled Will.

"A nice bright full moon like that gets me feeling romantic." said Rob, gazing out the windshield at the moon hanging low over the pine forest that spilled down the side of the mountain. The breeze was driving puffy silver lined clouds across the face of the moon. "It just makes me want to hug something!"

"You can hug me, Rob." said the boy bashfully and in a hushed tone, looking up at Rob through the eyebrows of his bowed head.

A wide smile spread across Rob's face. He wrapped his arms around the boy and pulled him close. His ear touched the bouncy ringlets on the long hair as he laid his head, against that of the boy. Will snuggled in close and laid his head on Rob's shoulder.

"You are so sweet, innocent, and beautiful. I feel like an angel has dropped right out of heaven and landed here in the seat right next to me."

"I'm far from an angel, Rob."

"Well, you still look like an angel to me. Here, let me put a can of beer in you hand and see if that makes you look more mundane."

"No. I don't think that I want a beer after all. It makes me sleepy and I want to be wide awake tonight."

"Great! I don't want to stop hugging you long enough to get a beer anyway. I only offered it because you said that you wanted it to soothe your nerves. I don't want to cloud my head for this experience either."

"Oh, but I still need something for my nerves." said Will, reaching under his buttocks and producing his wallet. "Would you like to smoke some weed with me?" He produced a skinny flattened joint from the wallet.

"Well, the angel image is definitely gone now. It will be a new experience for me. But I would absolutely love doing anything with you."

"Do you know how to do it? You can't smoke it like a regular cigarette, you know. You can't just draw on the joint, you have to suck air too."

"Light'er up mon!" joked Rob in his best Jamaican accent.

Rob sucked hard on the joint as Will lit it. Hot smoke seared his throat as his eyeballs bulged and he began to cough and gag.

"Oh man, you're wasting good smoke. This stuff isn't cheap you know. I don't have enough to teach you how to do it, so I'll do it for you. I'll take a hit, and when I hold up my finger like this, you open your mouth. You breathe in, as I blow the smoke to you."

"Oh man, smoke that has been in your beautiful lungs entering mine! I am going to hold that thought in my mind forever!"

Smiling wickedly, Will held up a match to the joint and sucked audibly on it. Then he held up his finger and Rob opened his mouth. Slowly and deliberately, Will moved his head closer to Rob's. Rob locked eyes with his gaze. He could see the luscious full lips approaching and opening. Then, miraculously, those lascivious lips touched his. They were soft and sensual.

As they touched they began to open until Will's open mouth pressed tightly against Rob's open mouth. Rob breathed in as Will breathed out, his lungs filling with the blessed smoke from within the depths of Will's body. The smoke was cooler now and holding it in was easy for Rob. Then, able to hold his breath no longer, he blew out a puff of smoke.

"I don't know about the smoke, but your technique is dynamite."

Will was puffing again. He repeated the process, to Rob's delight, until the joint was spent. As he blew the last puff into his lungs, his tongue followed the smoke into Rob's mouth.

Rob savored the feel and the taste of the young man's tongue. It was so unfamiliar to have someone else's tongue in his mouth. The feeling was amazingly arousing. His own tongue touched and caressed his partner's tongue and teeth. He sucked in the air and turned his head from side to side searching for the optimal sensation. Then a remarkable thing happened. Will had relaxed and opened his lungs to the embrace. Without effort, air rushed into Will's nose and lungs and was sucked out of his mouth by the draw of Rob's breath. Then the process reversed itself as Will drew air into his lungs through Rob's lungs. Finally the seal which bound them together in suction was released and they sat staring into each other's eyes.

"Where'd you learn to kiss like that?" blurted out an astonished Will.

"No! Where did you learn to kiss like that?" You started it, remember.

"I have never kissed like that. You were breathing through my lungs and I was breathing through your lungs. It's almost like we were joined together. It was like we became a single person in the kiss."

"It sorta makes me hungry for more." admitted Rob.

"Well…" said Will teasingly. "What more were you thinking about?"

"Oh no, Will. This is totally your night. You call the shots. I am here to do everything that you want. My greatest pleasure tonight will be to help you fulfill your dreams. But there is one thing that I have to insist upon. Nobody should have their first time in a cramped car seat. I'm going to get us a motel room where we can spread out. Is that OK with you?"

"But how long is that going to take. We're here in the middle of nowhere."

"We'll be checked in within 15 minutes, gorgeous."

"Can I sit close and touch you while we are getting there."

"Please do! I'll do my best to try to look at the road every now and then. You seem like a dream. You are so sweet and beautiful, that I can't seem to keep my eyes off of you."

Will scooted over close to Rob and put his hand on his leg. Rob slipped his hand over Will's. They no longer felt like strangers. It was like they knew each other from childhood.

7. Giving up Virginity

Rob returned to the car with the keys to their room.

"Did you miss me?"

"No, but what took you so long? I can't wait to get to bed with you."

"Oooo…look at Mr. Hotstuff! I hope that you are not in that much of a hurry to come. I want this to last a while. I like looking at you. I can't wait to see you naked to tell the truth. Our room is right there in front of us, number 169. Hey, that gives me an idea."

"No. I don't want to get into that advanced stuff yet. I don't think I could fully enjoy working on someone while he was working on me. And remember; I'm the boss tonight."

"Right. You are the boss and I am here for your pleasure. Shall we go in and get started?"

"Let's"

At this Will burst into a fit of laughter and bolted out of the car. Also laughing, Rob ran after him and fumbled excitedly with the keys upon reaching the door. When they slammed the door behind them, Rob began throwing the deadbolts and locking the locks, while Will drew both the inner and outer curtains.

"Do you prefer lights on or lights off, Will?"

"I think that I would like the lights on. I want to see and remember this."

"I was hoping that you would say lights on. I want to be able to see every inch of your beautiful body. You're stunning with your clothes on. And I bet that those jeans are hiding even more of your beauty."

Rob pulled Will into a tight embrace. He loved the musty "boy smell" of his hair. He cherished the feel of the taunt young body against his own. Of its own volition, his right hand reached for Will's crotch and began to feel him up on the outside of his jeans. He had an obvious erection. He released Will's belt and undid his fly. He had to pull the tight jeans off his legs. He stopped to admire those legs. They were well developed, long and muscular, and had a light invisible coat of blond hair.

"What a surprise! I would have expected that the hair on your legs would have been the same color as the hair on your head."

"I don't know why that is. My hair is brown, my beard comes in black and everything below that is almost blond."

"Wow! I've got to see that!" he said, tugging Will's immaculate white briefs down to his ankles in a smooth motion.

"It is blond! You have such wonderful golden yellow pubic hair. I just want to rub my face in it."

He rubbed the top of his head against Will's pubic hair, scrotum and penis as Will groaned quietly. Then he rubbed his face across the same area adoring and kissing all the while. The smell of musky fresh sweat, mixed with a fading soap scent, filled his nostrils and made his heart beat fast.

"Oh, I love it here. Your smell is intoxicating. They say that people have pheromones that attract the opposite sex. They're wrong. There are pheromones, all right, but they do not necessarily attract the opposite sex."

"Damn, stop it Rob, or I'll come before I even get started." joked Will.

"Oh, all right, but just one little taste of your sexy pheromones, please." he said as his licked the boy's scrotum and stood up facing him.

Rob continued to undress the boy. Pulling his shirt off, he saw nicely developed pectoral muscles forming two neat mesas under the pure white t-shirt. Again, his hands explored the firm texture of the muscles and the little promontories of the nipples on the summit. The smell wafting down from the boy's armpits was fresh and sweet.

"You are a vegetarian, aren't you?" said Rob.

Will's mouth dropped open in amazement. "How did you know that?"

"Because your body odor does not have a rancid smell. You smell extremely sexy to me. I could lick your armpits."

"Sheesh! I'm all self conscious now. I'm taking a shower before we do anything."

"No, please don't. I love your smell."

"Got to. I'm embarrassed. And I'm calling the shots here anyway."

"OK then, but can I shower with you? Please?"

"OK." said Will readily.

He pulled off the lad's white t-shirt, rolled it in a ball and buried his face it enjoying its bouquet. Then he undressed as Will removed the remainder of his clothes. He grabbed Will's hand and led him to the shower.

The boy leaned his head back, letting the water splash on his face. Rob could not restrain himself. Gently he moved Will's head under the shower soaking his hair. He rubbed shampoo between his palms and lathered it into the lad's hair. The wet soapy hair was silky smooth to the touch. He rubbed down to the scalp, enjoying each curve and bump on the boy's head. He paused and looked at the boy, his eyes gently closed, he exuded innocence and trust. A rush of longing surged through Rob. The hair framed the lad's face and covered his ears as the water and rinsed out the shampoo.

"Keep your eyes closed, I'm going to do your face now." he said.

A closed lip smile appeared on the young man's face as he leaned his head back.

He lightly soaped his hands and ran them across the boy's face. The slight stubble tickled his palms. He ran his hands around the vulnerable neck and over the gentle hump of the Adam's Apple. The boy winced and hunched his shoulder, turning his head to the side, as he ran his fingers inside the youth's ear. Again he rinsed, as he turned his head and lightly kissed the boy on the side of his neck.

The flat firmness of the lad's chest was an inviting surprise to Rob. Perfect red nipples stood at attention and he just had to pause to briefly suck on each of them. His soapy hands wandered down Will's chest to his abdomen. The taut feel of the abdominal muscles was a treat to his searching fingers.

As he rinsed again, the boy opened his eyes and broadened his smile. He stood transfixed, staring into the fresh beauty of the boy's face. As one, they enveloped each other in a naked embrace, being sure that as much of their bodies as possible were touching.

Will broke the embrace as he soaped up Rob's posterior. The feel of the strong hands kneading his bottom was delightful. Then, ever so carefully he washed Rob's scrotum and penis. He paused with Rob's penis on the outstretched palm of his hand. He eyed it carefully and looked shyly into Rob's eyes. Both smiled bashfully at each other.

After a final rinse, they stepped out of the shower. Rob dried Will's hair, and combed it for him. He could not resist burying his face in the soft coiffure and smelling the essence of boy on the scalp. They embraced again, as Will wrapped a towel around them both and patted them dry.

Together, they pulled down the sheets on the wide soft bed. With a hand gesture, Rob bade Will lie down. Will smiled and shook his head negatively and bade Rob lie down. Rob lay on the clean smelling sheets. He gazed up at the beautiful moist male before him. His breath quickened when he saw the young man's erect penis.

It was of normal length and thickness but it was as hard as steel. It was slightly flattened because of the engorged parallel blood reservoirs within, but as straight as an arrow. It slanted upward due to his youth and the tension of the erection. It was a bit darker than his abdomen, probably due to the blood engorged veins close to the surface. He wanted to caress and kiss it. He wanted to feel the sensation of having it in his mouth. But he remembered his pledge to the boy that he would be in charge and controlled his urges.

He spread his legs apart as the young man entered the bed from the bottom. The latter stretched out his sleek body atop Rob. Rob could feel Will's erection pressing down upon his abdomen. He could feel the boy's hot breath on his chest. Then the lad's arms enveloped him and he once more felt the soft lips upon his own. They kissed and embraced for some time. Then the young man rolled off of him to the side and began to feel his body.

His fingers softly traveled across Rob's face and down his neck. His other hand journeyed palm up, the backs of the fingers tracing his chest and abdomen. The warm gentle touches were like cool rain on a parched desert for Rob. He felt as though Will's fingers were melting into his flesh and becoming one with him. Rob was so glad that he insisted that the boy should be in charge of the evening. He was an excellent lover. He made his partner feel especially appreciated. Rob felt beautiful as the young man's hands explored his every curve and line.

'It is indeed an excellent lover who makes his partner feel so loved.' he thought. He reached for Will with longing in his eyes. He wanted to hold him close and hug him until their bodies merged into one. But Will shook an outstretched index finger at him, reminding him of his promise that he was in charge.

Then the lad slid down between Rob's spread legs until his head was directly above his erect penis. Sticking out his tongue, he licked a drop of pre-cum from the head of the penis and tasted it. His eyes closed and a peaceful, angel like countenance appeared on his face. Obviously, he was living his dreams. A million thoughts raced through Will's head. He thought of the awakening of his sexuality and his attraction for a particular boy. He thought of his masturbation fantasies and daydreams. He remembered the subject matter of his wet dreams. Here at the very moment that his crystal virginity was about to plummet off the edge of the jagged cliff of desire, he re-lived his sexual past. He felt the combined tension of years of longing. Now was the moment. Now he would let it go. Now he would give in to the desire that had plagued his young life.

The boy's face was so peacefully expressive that Rob could read the culmination of his desire in it. It was as though all of Will's previous experiences, lusts, and longings, now had him as their object. He had never felt so gloriously appreciated. He felt that he must be the most sexually provocative young man in the entire world. 'What is this boy doing to me?' he thought.

Will envisioned the delicate crystal of his virginity smashing upon a jagged crag, as he plunged his open mouth down on the penis. He sensed the organ passing his jaws and teeth, filling his whole mouth and proceeding down his throat until his lips touched the pubic hair on Rob's groin. He retracted and began to thrust his head down upon Rob, swallowing and regurgitating his penis rapidly. Rob gazed down at the boy feverishly working on him with every ounce of strength that nature had accorded him. The lad's half dried locks of hair flew about in wild disarray, patting Rob's abdomen softly. It was a scene of unreserved abandon, like an aboriginal savage's wild dance around a bonfire. He was fulfilling his dreams with a vengeance.

Shortly, Rob began to feel a tingling at the end of his penis. He shut his eyes tightly as his muscles tightened and his back arched in a thrust, his upraised hips driving his organ deep into Will's throat. An involuntary groan escaped his lips as the tightening spasm of an orgasm overtook him. Again and again orgasmic waves washed over him as he filled the boy's throat and mouth with living cells nurtured within his own body.

Will sensed the familiar smell of semen. It smelled just like his own. He smelled it often throughout his masturbatory youth. The smell wafted through his olfactory cavity and hit his brain like an aphrodisiac. Meanwhile, the pleasant musty taste delivered a second stimulatory impulse. In a second he was up on his knees in bed furiously massaging his steely erect member. Pleadingly Rob lifted his arms, asking for an opportunity to reciprocate. The young man ignored the pleas and brought himself to a rapid climax. The first drop of his semen landed on Rob's lip. Rob retrieved it with his tongue. The rest of his ejaculation splattered down on Rob's abdomen and puddled in his navel. Rob tasted the sweet musk as the young man crashed down upon him, spent and fulfilled. They lay there in utter satisfaction for a long time. Then, picking up his t-shirt, Will wiped his semen from Rob's abdomen saying "Sorry about coming on you. But I just couldn't stop."

"No need, I enjoyed watching you shoot. I even caught the first drop and had a taste. Nice. It's the first virgin cum I've ever had."

Dropping his sullied t-shirt on the floor, Will lay close to Rob. "Thank you for letting me be in charge. You were my first and you were everything I dreamed my first would be; only you were better. The real thing is ever so much better than the dream."

"You were a dream come true. I wish that I had waited the few weeks so that you could have been my first too. You are so different from my first. I think that I have experienced the two poles of gay sexual experience, in my first 2 gay encounters. You were heavenly. You're still heavenly. I could really fall for you."

"You're sweet Rob, and you are a compassionate and caring lover. I'll keep my eye out for you on the street, but I have my own lifestyle to contend with. I can't get into a prolonged sexual relationship right now."

"I can't say that I understand that, but like I said, 'This is your show; you call the shots.' "

8. Gone Forever

"Just around the corner here." said the young man as Rob turned onto a street lined with row houses.

"Which one is yours?" he asked.

"None of them." smiled the boy coyly.

"Oh, you don't want me to know where you live. It's OK. I understand." he said pulling over to the sidewalk and stopping.

"Can I trust you not to follow me?"

"Of course. I told you that you were in charge tonight. Haven't I kept my word so far?"

"Sorry." blushed the lad guiltily.

"Then this is good bye. Can I kiss you?"

"OK." he whispered nervously.

Rob put both his hands on the boy's shoulders and stared into his chocolate brown eyes. He could see a little nervousness a little shame and definitely some affection and appreciation.

"You are a wonderful person. I think that I am going to remember you fondly for a long time." he said, kissing the young man respectfully on the top of his head.

The boy nodded and burst into a wide grin as he opened the door and stepped onto the sidewalk.

"Wait!" said Rob, reaching towards the young man with a currency note in his hand.

The smile disappeared from the boy's face, as he stared at Rob blankly.

"No, silly, nothing like that. I didn't get a chance to get you a card. Happy graduation!"

Like desert cacti blooms after a sparse rain, the lad's face bloomed a gorgeous understanding smile. He pocketed the bill, turned, and walked briskly down the sidewalk.

He felt pure pleasure as he watched the beautiful boy disappear around a corner. Before disappearing, Will waved one last friendly good bye. Just then Rob noticed Will's soiled T-shirt draped across the back seat. He was tempted to follow the boy using it as an excuse, but he felt honor bound to keep his word. So he just stared down the sidewalk, enjoying the moment.

He covered his face with the T-shirt and breathed in Will's scent deeply. He could see the boy's smiling innocent face in his mind's eye, and it made him smile.

Just then Rob looked up to see a nimble Nighthawk dart out from around the corner where the boy had disappeared. For a second, it seemed like the bird would crash into the car's windshield. But it changed its trajectory of flight dramatically, as it swooped up vertically and disappeared into the night.

9. Epilogue

Rob spent many a night at the local gay cruising place, under the watchful eye of the Nighthawk. Whenever he heard a Nighthawk's shrill "Beer!" call, the memory of Will and his wonderful gift returned. It always elicited a smile and a little rush of joy in Rob. It's odd how the memory of such a short, condensed relationship can stay with a person for his entire life.

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Nighthawk

by Macky