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"Preston, you didn't...." Stone flushed and began to stammer.
"I know. I wanted you to know how wonderful that can be when it's someone you care
about."
"But what if I'm not very good?" He turned his head away, and Preston lightly stroked his
cheek. "That's what some of the men said." Stone's eyes got watery, and Preston wanted to kick
himself, but he knew he couldn't change Stone's experience; he could only replace those
memories of abuse with ones of joy and caring.
"It's different when it's someone you care about." Preston had had his share of anonymous
sex, and seeing Stone's expression just now was the most incredible experiences he'd ever had.
He cared about him, and that made it special.
"I want to try."
"You don't have to, you know." Preston soothed Stone's hair away from his eyes.
"I want to." Stone turned them on the bed and positioned himself above Preston's cock and
then stopped.
"Come here, Stone." Preston touched him beneath the chin and sat up, bringing their lips
together, kissing him firmly as he petted his back. "This is making love, Stone, and nothing is
required except our happiness." Preston could tell Stone was upset, and he really wanted to
reassure him that it wasn't everything, that he was so much more important. Moving away, he
rolled onto his stomach and turned his head to watch the expression.
Preston wasn't sure Stone would understand, but he jumped slightly as a hand slid over his
back and over the curve of his butt. "I want you, Stone."
"You want me"--he heard a hard swallow--"inside you?"
"Very much."
"But won't it hurt?" Preston knew Stone was remembering his earlier experience, and he
pulled him into a soft kiss.
"You won't hurt me, Stone. I promise."
"Then what do I do?"
"Use your fingers and lots of lube." Preston heard a drawer open and close, then cool fingers
slid over his skin and he shivered, not from the cold, but from that soft, tentative touch that sent
shivers through him. Fingers that told him that this was truly Stone's first time. They fluttered
over his skin before sliding between his cheeks.
The way those fingers teased and played had Preston writhing on the bed. Then a long, sleek
finger circled the skin of his opening, and he moaned softly as it slipped inside him. "Is this
okay?" Stone curled his finger, and Preston's eyes crossed as the zing shot through him.
"Where'd you learn to do that?" Preston whimpered as Stone massaged the spot deep within
him. He thought Stone answered him, but he couldn't hear it through the haze of pleasure that
surrounded him as one finger became two, scissoring within him. God, Stone was a fast learner,
and Preston gave himself over to his ministrations.
The fingers slipped away and the tear of a wrapper signaled that Stone was ready. Then his
lover sank slowly into him, and Preston willed himself to relax. He was entering a little fast, but
Preston didn't want to say anything. Then he felt Stone deep within him, and the pleasure
returned. Stone's weight on top of him, his cock filling him--it all felt so unbelievably good.
"Start slow," Preston whispered, and Stone began to move. And it wasn't long until Stone was
driving into him, sending Preston on a pleasurable trip to the moon.
"Stone!" Preston cried out, unable to control his errant body, and he spilled himself on the
sheets under him as he felt Stone throb deep within him, making an indecipherable noise as he
came. Then his body stilled, and Preston felt a warm weight settle on top of him.
"You feel so good, I don't want to move." Stone's voice in his ear made Preston smile, and
he twisted his head and their lips met in a sloppy kiss. Then he felt Stone slip from his body, and
Preston couldn't hold back a groan. Stone settled on the bed next to him, and Preston rolled onto
his side and was drawn against Stone. "Thank you."
Preston pulled back to look in Stone's eyes. "What are you thanking me for?" He felt Stone's
hand stroke his cheek, and he settled against his younger lover. "You were magnificent."
Stone stifled a yawn, and they kissed again. Stone put out the lights and climbed back into
the bed, curling next to Preston. The house was quiet, the sounds of the farm surreptitiously
entering the room like a rural lullaby, and soon Preston heard Stone's breathing even out and he
began to snore softly against Preston's ear. Slowly, he turned, careful not to wake Stone as he
watched the man sleep. With his eyes closed, lips parted just a little, he looked like an angel
lying still next to him.
What could this incredible creature see in him? He was so young. Preston watched him
sleep, wondering if he really had what it took to keep Stone happy. He couldn't walk, and while
he was getting stronger, there were no guarantees that he'd ever be able to walk normally again.
How could he saddle Stone with a cripple? He felt his throat tighten. He was falling in love with
Stone, he knew it, and that scared him too. All his previous relationships had been a shambles;
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