Love Magick

By Danny Silverwood

Published on Jun 4, 2004

Gay

This is a work of fiction. It is straight out of my imagination, except for most of the pagan practices mentioned. This is written for adults and if you are not supposed to read this where you live, then please don't.

Part 16

I found Ryan holding my mother's hand in the waiting room. They both stood when I approached them. I told mom that Dad and I had worked things out. I just wished it had not taken a car accident to bring about peace. I held Mom for a moment and then told her that Ryan and I needed to talk. She nodded and let us go. She still had his hand while she was hugging me.

Ryan followed me to one of the outdoor sitting areas. I sat on a bench and Ryan joined me. He sat very close to me and took my hand. We both stared off into the evening sky. The sun was setting and looked quite beautiful. I remembered the time we knelt in devotion to the setting sun, and slipped from the bench to kneel on the soft sand. Ryan looked around and then joined me. We moved through the devotion, silently together. We moved back up onto the bench and continued holding hands.

"I think things will be better now," I said and Ryan squeezed my hand in response. " I had a lover a while back. He died, nearly six years ago. His name was Ward. We met in a pagan group in college. He was the one who helped when Cecilia tried to curse me. We were friends for a long time; a few years in fact, until we realized we were in love. I was dating Owen, and I left him for Ward. We were together for seven years before he died." I turned away to hide my tears.

"How did he die, if you don't mind me asking," Ryan whispered as he moved up behind my back. He rested his chin on my shoulder and slid his arms around me; either forgetting we were sitting on a public bench, or not caring.

"He had a cerebral haematoma... when we were in bed." Ryan held me tighter and my tears dropped faster. I sniffed a few times and continued. "He died very quickly. They said there was nothing anyone could have done. It was... just one of those things." We sat together in silence. "I have not been with anyone since. I never wanted to... until now."

"Are you sure," he whispered.

"I am sure. I love you, Ryan." I felt Ryan's tears soak through the thin fabric of my shirt.

"I love you, too," I turned around in his arms and leaned forward. He gently pressed his lips to mine. We parted and looked into each other's eyes. We sat back on the bench and held hands.

"I suppose it is my turn," Ryan said, staring down at his shoes. I didn't react, but I was bursting at the seams. "I fell in love with you the moment you opened the door. This was hard for me, because I had never fallen in love. I had never been able to decide if I were gay, straight, or bi. I was... well, me." I looked up at Ryan and squeezed his hand.

"I dated a bit in school, and I had sex in college. I was with both women and men. None of them felt right, and I was worried that there was something wrong with me. When I saw you I knew I was in love. Then the reality set in, and I figured you would not be interested in me. I'm so much younger than you, with little experience." I chuckled a bit at this.

"You haven't met many older gay guys have you," I asked, trying not to laugh harder.

"Well, I was wrong. I couldn't hide it anymore. I had a drink or two to give myself a little liquid courage, and made the leap of faith."

"I am glad you did, love," I said and cupped is cheek with my left hand. I glanced at my watch and realized we had been gone for half an hour. I stood up and turned around to helped him to his feet. We walked back into the hospital and found our way back to the recovery area.

"Here," Mom said as she jumped from her chair and handed me a handkerchief. I took it gratefully and wiped away the tears that stained my cheeks.

Ryan and I stayed with Mom at her condo, Friday and Saturday. I slept in the den and Ryan slept in the living room. We weren't ready to be a couple for Mom and Dad. We thought it would be a bit much at one time. We met in the bathroom to kiss before bed and showered together when Mom was out of the apartment. I was a little guilty, but I kept reminding myself that we were adults.

Dad got out of the hospital on Sunday and we had a big dinner to welcome him home. He was like a different person. He was the man I loved as a child. The man I feared and disliked was gone. We stayed as long as we could, but Ryan had to work on Monday. We left for Savannah, in the afternoon, and arrived home late that evening.

We dropped our things in the living room and went upstairs. I pulled Ryan to my room and into the bathroom. I pulled his clothes off as he laughed from me inadvertently tickling him. I stripped off and we climbed in the shower. We washed each other and shampooed each other's hair. I started kissing him around the neck and slipped down onto my knees. I took his hardening cock in my hand and pulled back the foreskin. I licked the tip and ran my tongue around the head. I put it in my mouth and sucked it down my throat. I sucked up and down and he started to moan. He massaged my shoulders as I worked on his tool. I played with his balls until I felt them tighten. I moved faster until the first shot of cum hit the back of my throat. I sucked hard, taking every bit of cum he could give me.

He leaned back against the wall and tried to catch his breath. I stood up and kissed him, letting him taste his own cum in my mouth. He started to go down, but I stopped him. He looked up with a puzzled expression.

"You need to go to bed," I said. "It has been a long weekend and you need some rest. There is plenty of time." He smiled and kissed me deeply. We got out of the shower and dried off. We walked into the bedroom and Ryan went to the window. I watched as he knelt down and prayed in the light of the moon. He was so beautiful, nude, and bathed in blue light. I knelt next to him and performed a quick devotional. We both moved to the bed and snuggled together. We drifted off to sleep; Ryan wrapped in my arms.

(To be continued)

The next chapter will be submitted soon.

I welcome comments, twinkchaser@excite.com

Next: Chapter 17


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