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Valentine [mm cons]
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"My Valentine"
A Gay Love Story
by Dick Magnum, SysOp
The Briar Patch BBS
(303) 457-2142
Denver, CO
Turn down the lamps, get very close to your
special guy, and read this one softly aloud.
'My Valentine' is a love story intended to
be shared, especially if you're into romance.
William snuggled, alone, deep into the big, soft feather-bed,
listening to the silence of the still, cold, mid-winter night.
Early the day before, a heavy snow began to fall and continued into
that night and through the next day. He had scarcely managed to
complete his journey to this olde romantic lovers' rendezvous.
Usually, one would anticipate finding such a place in a condition
of near-overflow, regardless of the time of year. But... this wet,
unexpected February snow had caused frustrating delay for most
travellers, and most all the suites seemed destined to remain
empty.
A hush had settled all throughout the comfortable, rambling rooms
and corridors which normally echo with quiet conversation, soft
footsteps and the creak of heavy wooden doors being opened and
closed. His feet felt icy-cold and now William shivered as he
shifted his body, trying to find a warmer niche, and the "POP!", as
a knot from a solitary glowing log in the fireplace exploded,
resounded like a canon-report amidst the silence of the night. He
ran his fingers downward through his long, soft auburn hair and
felt a tingle as they continued down past his ear, gently teased
along his bronzed neck and jaw, then stopped to caress his
dark-haired chest. His body was primed for the romance he had
incessantly thought of since October had first hinted at the chill
to come.
Unconsciously, William chewed his lower lip and remembered the
events which had brought him here. Months ago, in late-summer, he
had arranged a holiday with his friend, Thompson. "Thom!" he
thought, almost aloud, then tensed, expecting to hear an echo.
William and Thompson had been nearly inseparable all summer. They
had discovered each other late in their final year of school.
Friends first, they studied together in the quiet library.
William, a political science and economics student; Thompson
studied the mechanical sciences. Although William had difficulty
grasping the context of all Thompson studied, he easily understood
its importance and admired this new-found friend for his ability to
reason-out and understand the most complex devices; William had
difficulty at times even setting his alarm clock. Thompson
balanced the scales of their friendship by his difficulty
maintaining an easy personal relationship with many of his
instructors and peers; indeed, his attitude got him in many
scrapes.
As examinations drew closer, the friends' reliance upon each other
grew beyond normal bounds. William depended upon his friend's
companionship, and loved to stare quietly at Thompson's intense
dark brown eyes as they grappled with a problem in a text. He
watched closely as they widened, as the eyebrows arched, then saw
the grin as some complex theorem easily solved itself in his
friends' mind. Thompson was similarly awe-struck at the ease with
which William explained better methods of dealing with people who
wanted to understand - or to test Thompson's understanding of - the
inner workings of those things which he took for granted. As the
weather had warmed that last year of their school, they frequently
took their studies out-of-doors into the warm sunshine. Exploring,
talking as they wandered away from the central campus, they had
found a peaceful oasis and here they would lie back on the warm
earth, study together and sometimes talk of the things friends
speak about.
It was a day such as that, when the magic of the warm spring sun
caused Thompson to remove his shirt, revealing the thin,
nearly-blond hair covering his lightly-muscled chest. William had
never seen his friend in anything but full school dress; dark
slacks, white shirt and tie. Thompson delighted in the warmth of
the sun as its rays tingled and splashed onto the surface of his
skin. The crushed blades of grass beneath his back felt cool,
almost damp. Squinting into the glare of the bright blue,
cloudless April sky overhead, he wished these moments would
continue forever and suddenly realized how closely the sky's blue
matched William's eyes. Gently warm and penetrating, he had become
aware of William studying him in the library. Now, he turned and
looked into those same eyes, framed with contrasting auburn hair,
recently cut short as the winter's harsh cold was replaced by
spring's more gentle days.
Thompson was deeply in his friend's debt. William had opened his
eyes to the reality that people posed no real threat to his goals;
had actually taught him to make profit from his love of science by
winning the confidence of others. Thompson was now more certain of
his abilities and developed a deep admiration for his friend's
gentle, understanding ways. The two smiled and continued their
silent gaze, then, perhaps a bit embarrassed to be under such close
examination, Thompson rolled over onto his stomach, pretending to
disperse the sun's warmth over his entire body. Instinctively,
William raised his hand to brush a few bits of grass which had
broken and clung to his friends' bare back. The touch was
electric!
William snapped out of his reverie as another knot exploded in the
fireplace. "POW!" And just now he became aware of another knot,
this one somewhere deep inside his own body, located between his
gullet and his gut. "Thom!" He pulled a pillow to his chest,
easing the ache in his heart as his mind and soul cried out into
the night which held his lover, snowbound somewhere... far or near,
there was no way to know. But he felt that his ache was shared.
He tossed again in the bed but knew he wouldn't... couldn't...
sleep now. William sat upright and stared out the window into the
winter night. Snowflakes, thick and soft and beautiful, shifted
like a lace curtain in the night. A nearly-full moon cast its pale
light over the countryside. His hands reached for his unseen
lover; his eyes peered through the night in the direction Thompson
must be... wondering where, how soon? Oh, to feel that strong body
in his arms right now!
And in a distant village, Thompson paced, unable to think of sleep.
He was still a full day's ride from the old flatland castle where
he and William were to spend the week; this Lover's Holiday.
Unable to continue through the deep and heavy snow, his convoy had
been forced to stop and seek shelter at a small inn. Although the
snowfall had finally ended, there were still many miles of nearly
impassable road ahead. At morning light, their driver would set
out and find some means to transport his passengers toward their
destinations. He looked out a window toward the moonlit hillsides
and knew that just beyond the last one, William would be waiting.
A bluish-coloured light sparkled somewhere up the nearest hill and
for a moment the sparkle of his lovers' bright blue eyes flooded
Thompson's mind.
His heart ached from the disappointing delay. Thompson deeply
longed to hold William against his breast; he thought of gently
running his fingers through his head of silky long hair and
caressing the coarse hair on his chest. "Oh, Will!" he thought
silently. Now, from somewhere close by, a tower-clock began to
chime the hour. Thompson counted: One.... Two.... Three.... then
silence. He calculated four more hours of darkness then another
hour delay while their driver made arrangements to continue their
journey. It would be far past midnight the next day before he
could possibly greet William at the old castle. Unsettled and
agitated, Thompson continued to pace. The old oak floor creaked
beneath his step and he paused, waiting, lest the noise awaken the
other two who shared this tiny room. Convinced that they continued
to sleep, Thompson slowly returned to his watch-place at the window
and satisfied himself to recount that warm spring day when William
had first broken the silence of admiration between them, feeling
again the tingle as William's hand gently brushed some lawn-stubble
from his back.
Their thoughts now meld. Just as suddenly as he had turned once
before, Thompson again turned to face William and placed his
friend's hand upon his chest. Thompson reached for the lovely head
of hair which glistened in the sun; the hair he had longed to run
his fingers through time and time again. As his hand brushed his
best friend's cheek then again stroked the auburn hair, now he
pulled William's lips to his and gently they met and kissed. It
was warm and pure, as natural as a thing could be. William removed
his own shirt and lay closely beside Thompson, reverently watching
his every breath as he explored his friend's chest, arms, head;
every part exposed to him. Thompson inhaled the beauty of
William's bared breast and with one finger traced a trail through
the heavy dark hair of William's chest. Laying together like this
for a score of minutes, they let their eyes and hands feast upon
the newly discovered delights of their friendship.
Staring out his window in the old castle, William felt a stirring
beneath his nightshirt as he remembered that first time Thompson
had paid attention to the swelling bulge at his crotch. Reaching
beneath his slacks, his friend had found the source of that
swelling and gently pulled it down toward him, running his fingers
over its length. Oh, the pleasure William felt as the fingers
began their slow massage. He had sighed a happy sigh and loosened
his belt, unfastened his slacks and let the zipper be forced open
by the pressure of the mass surrounding his crotch. The warm spring
sun instantly found his swollen flesh as Thompson slid his shorts
and slacks downward. Then Thompson's eyes feasted upon the
handsome male organ in his grip. The sun caught a drop of moisture
as it oozed from the opening of his erection.
From his vantage point in a small village, Thompson watched the
blue twinkling light upon the distant hillside. The ache in his
crotch was now unbearable. His hand reached out, wanting to touch
again that most wonderful part of William's body. It touched,
instead, the glass window-pane through which he watched the white
winter night passing by. He felt now, the feeling that William's
fingers were upon his chest, ruffling its golden-brown hair, and
ever so slowly moving lower and lower, now circling his crotch.
His passion rose as he recalled the warmth of William's hand as it
had reached through the stressed opening of his trousers and begin
to massage the warm hard mantool waiting there. Their passions
steadily rising to a peak and slowly ebbing, William and Thompson
thus passed the night.
Now, stirring, Thompson squinted through half-closed eyes and
became aware of the busy noises all around him. Their driver had
returned with a leased transport and their journey would continue
within the hour. He startled... fully awake now, hope rebourne in
his breast. He looked, half-expecting to find William asleep
beside him as he recalled the realism of his dream.
And now, it was William who felt a peaceful warmth, and imagined
that Thompson was fully covering him, completely enveloping his
body. Rather than open his eyes, he hugged... and the big feather
pillow gently gave 'way to his strength. As his senses
re-awakened, William shot a glance to his left, then his right,
expecting Thompson to be there, sleeping soundly beside him in
their room at the old castle. No... the bed was still empty. The
pungent aroma of fresh muffins and strong coffee teased his nose to
wake. The snow had ended during the night and a brilliant sun shone
down upon his bed from a bright blue sky. Outside, the scene was
dazzling... jewels glittered from every tree branch, and what had
been shrubbery in a garden below were now white snow-mounds.
Awake, William wondered the fate of his lover and if the same sun
caressed his breast this morning. William stirred; it was bitter
cold in the big olde high-ceilinged room, as the fireplace
contained only ashes. Pulling the warm covers with him, William
swept across the floor, chose a large log and a few smaller pieces
of kindling, struck a match and watched the flames take hold. The
water in the wash basin was ice cold... the kettle hanging above
the hearth seemed warmer and he tok a small pan of it to splash
and refresh his face. A rumble from his stomach reminded him that
breakfast was ready downstairs and prompted him to dress quickly in
the morning chill. The fireplace had settled to a soothing
snapping sound as he laid one more log upon the one now burning
easily, then opened the unlocked door and stepped into the long,
empty corridor of the cold, olde castle.
Thompson stumbled into the bright sunlight and took his place
amoung the waiting passengers laden with luggage. Their driver
stowed each piece snugly to its owner's satisfaction, then moved to
the next. As Thompson boarded, he glanced up at the sun, now high
into the chill winter sky. It was very late, not far from midday,
and he wished the driver understood the urgency he felt. And
within minutes of loading his, the last of the luggage, they were
off into the hills. He was glad he had thought to purchase a few
freshly-baked hard, chewy rolls the innkeeper's wife had offered
their departing guests. He was hungry and no one knew when they
would arrive at the next village. Beginning to munch contentedly,
Thompson glanced out a window and saw a tall steeple. Its clock
indicated half-past nine. They moved swiftly, silently over the
fresh, packed snow towards the hills, now far away. He settled
back into his seat and tried to silence the rushing within his
mind as he resumed his travel.
Descending the stone stairway in the olde castle, William allowed
his senses to lead him to the source of the aromas which beckoned him.
He chose a table close to the window looking onto the distant hillside
and settled for hot tea and a freshly-baked fruit scone for breakfast.
He could leisurely sit and watch for arrivals, if any could dare
make such a journey through the deep snow. The dining area was almost
deserted except for one couple seated at the opposite end of the large
hall and a scattering of lone people sitting and gazing into nowhere.
Pieces of muffled conversation reached his ear, but his mind did
not care to listen. His thoughts were on another traveller. He knew
Thompson was there, even hiking if necessary, to keep their long-planned
meeting. His tea and warm scone had been set upon the table before him,
and he broke off a small piece and savored the mild spicy taste. He
lingered, preferring to stretch the breakfast as long as possible,
rather than return to the lonely, icy silence of his... their... room.
He allowed his tea to be refreshed time and again until the server
politely asked whether he would be staying for lunch, also. Then,
he saw a heavily-laden carriage moving slowly across the ridge of
the hill. William excused himself and found a position in the
antechamber where he could await its arrival.
It was now well into mid-afternoon, and Thompson was stirred from
his thoughts by changing scenery. They were approaching a small
city and he saw houses, young children playing in the snow, and the
road widened a bit. He welcomed the idea of the opportunity to
stretch, perhaps find some hot beverage and some small portion of
hot food and learn of news about the road ahead. Their driver
stopped at a large hostel near the center of town and advised his
passengers that they were free to walk about, get food and wait
while he determined whether the roads were in such condition that
they could press onward. Thompson knew that the next distant hill
would present a challenge to any vehicle; the road was steep and
winding. He fingered the extra currency he carried, considering an
offer of a bribe to the driver if he would attempt just one more
leg of their journey without delay. He stood and gazed up at that
hill, wishing now that they were already descending; he could be in
William's arms before nightfall.
He sighed, turned and walked into the hostel where, around a cheery
fireplace, a crowd had gathered to drink and feast and enjoy the
companionship of other travellers and local citizens as well.
Already a local lass was leading one fellow traveller up the
winding staircase. Thompson's pent-up desires for the warm
closeness of his lover caused his blood to rush, and he felt
disgust that a fellow human could so easily allow himself to be
secluded with a stranger for only a few moments of pleasure. As
more travellers arrived and crowded into the hostel, Thompson
busied himself with the warmth of the fireplace and the tempting
food spread out on the long table nearby. He filled a plate and
took a seat at an empty table looking out onto the street. Then he
became aware of a presence beside him and looked up into the face
of a youth about his age. The stranger nodded and motioned
questioningly to another chair at the table. His mouth full,
Thompson nodded and the handsome young man removed his coat and sat
down. As they ate, Thompson watched the street, and watched the
stranger, considering.
The large double doors of the olde castle swung open wide, and a
chilled, noisy crowd entered the stone building. William quickly
scanned the faces, but none were familiar to him. There were
couples, young and old, and some people like him, travelling
alone... perhaps, he imagined, many like himself, hoping to greet
their lovers here. Now disheartened, William stood to move out of
their way. As he did so, his eyes came level with a handsome
fellow, about his own age. They exchanged a momentary glance, a
nod, then William escaped into the dining area to take a late noon
meal. Again he chose a chair near the window where he could see
the arrival of more guests. He watched as the crowd of new
arrivals now began to wander into the room, were seated and made it
seem warmer by their presence. With interest, William noted the
same handsome young man being seated at a table near his; in one
direction he could watch the hillside, somewhere beyond which
Thompson would be found. On the opposite direction was the
pleasant young man, just being served.
Some far distance away, among a pack of noisy travellers gathered
into a city's hostel on a cold winter day, Thompson was aware
throughout his meal that a pair of eyes were upon him almost
always. Occasionally, when he met their gaze, the handsome young
man smiled but often he glanced away nervously. Their driver
returned to the inn and began speaking to people who were finishing
their meal, moving quickly from table to table. Some people shook
their heads and got up to wander about, gathered their luggage and
appeared to prepare for a stay at the hostel. Thompson was
momentarily distracted as a disheveled man came down the staircase
on the opposite side of the room, spoke to the hosteler behind the
desk, paid some currency then quickly returned up the stairs.
Thompson recognized him as the traveller who had ascended an hour
earlier with a young lady on his arm. So... one more would be
spending the night.
As Thompson watched, more of his fellow passengers were greeted by
the driver. While some followed the others, a few got up, paid for
their meal and were waiting outside. Now the driver approached
Thompson and the other young man. Thompson learned that earlier in
the day, another travelling party had departed this same hostelry
and had successfully completed the journey to the flatland castle
beyond the next hill. The driver, familiar with the layout of the
land, could continue the trip, but only with able-bodied people
travelling alone who would be willing and able to help free their
vehicle if it became stuck in the darkness along the way. They
must understand that they could become stranded. Thompson and the
young stranger eagerly agreed. They each paid for their meal and
prepared to continue on the journey of chance. So... they were now
to become travelling companions also.
Seated in the dining area of the olde castle, William had finished
his meal. Outside, the winter shadows became longer and still no
new carriages had arrived, and William's spirits were dampened. As
the night of the Lover's Day eve rapidly approached, he consoled
himself that the castle would not be so quiet tonight; he decided
to adjourn to a more comfortable room at the olde castle, one
reserved for guests who wished to linger and smoke or perhaps enjoy
some after-dinner spirits. William seldom smoked, but anything
would help to pass the time through what seemed destined to be an
eternally-long, lonely evening. Anything, even the companionship
of a stranger, was preferable to being alone, especially on this
especially memorable day. Seated now at the long mahogany
common-table, his back to the doorway and few other guests, he was
surprised as the same handsome young man he'd watched throughout
the meal drew up a chair near his.
The long afternoon shadows faded into evening. Evening became
night. At least they were not alone, William and Thompson. They
chatted with their new-found companions and learned they were on
holiday, expecting to meet a friend. The time now passed easily
with someone to share the loneliness of the winter evening, and now
William hesitated. Although the spirits had made him tired, he was
enjoying the companionship of a new friend. And Thompson knew the
miles were moving rapidly. Their companions had edged closer, to
speak in lower tones. Each considered opening their hearts to
these new young men. William knew it would be very cold in his
room and decided to excuse himself to re-light the fireplace, throw
back the bedcovers to allow the warmth to penetrate. He would
return shortly, he assured his new friend. Thompson heard the
driver announce their approach to the castle gate. Now excited, he
moved away from his travelling companion to look out the window,
hoping to catch a glimpse of window-light from where he hoped
William would be waiting.
Their quiet arrival at the castle was noticed by only the few who
had reason to stay up into the night. The travellers found no
staff waiting to greet them, just a lone sentinel who directed them
to wait while he roused enough faculty people to help them become
comfortable. Neither Thompson nor his travelling companion were
certain that their arrival was expected and had agreed to share a
room rather than remain alone. The two wandered a bit; viewed the
empty dining room then saw a dim light and noticed a few patrons
still gathered in the lounge. There the young traveller suddenly
recognized his friend, sitting alone, waiting, at a long dark table
and shouted out his name. The lone young man spun and laughed with
happiness of the reunion. Arms outstretched, he happily ran to the
traveller... a journey, a reunion, complete.
Now, from somewhere deep within the old castle, a clock begins to
chime the midnight hour. Thompson now turns away to avoid being
witness to the warm reunion. His glance catches a figure descending
the stone staircase. Bright blue eyes sparking, his beloved William
runs down the steps and into his arms. As the twelfth chime sounds...
a new day, a Lover's Day, begins. Today is February 14th...
Happy Valentine's Day.
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Notes:
1) The author is available for comments and conversations on
the "DICK_MAGNUM" message echo on many gay BBS's in both the
United States and Europe. The echo originates on Gay Capital
Amsterdam BBS in Amsterdam and is carried by most FreeSpirit
Network and GayNet International affiliated BBS's.
2) The story, My Valentine, was inspired by (a) Wittem Castle,
about 15 minutes cardrive from Valkenburg, situated in one of
Limburg's most beautiful valleys, the Geul Valley in Netherland
and (b) the romantically-beautiful lyrics of "I Will Make Love
To You" by BOYZ II MEN (Motown).
3) Permission is granted by the author and DICK MAGNUM INTERNATIONAL
for the release and distribution of this manuscript in whatever form
is useful, providing all material contained herein remains intact.
© 1995 DICK MAGNUM INTERNATIONAL
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