Male Stories
                             The Cold
                        *** Note: 18+! ***

     "Allie?" he called my name and I puffed up the flight of stairs.
"Allie?" again as I rounded the corner and entered into our bedroom.
     "I'm here," I replied, sitting down on my side of the bed. "What do
you need?"
     He looked at me with sad eyes. "I'm thirsty." Ever since he came
down with the cold he'd been thirsty.
     I nodded and got him a popsickle from the downstairs fridge,
trekking back up as I reminded myself that i was doing it because he
needed me. Giving it to him, I loved how his face lit up at my kindness,
and how eagerly he devoured that which I'd brought.
     "Thanks, Allie," he said, already halfway done as the cold, wet
pieces were bitten off and left to melt, one by one, in his hot mouth.
     I told him that he was welcome, of course, and then bit my tongue
before I asked him how he felt. I figured he'd tell me if he wanted me to
know. He did look a bit better, at any rate, with cheeks a little bit less
flushed and eyes a little bit less dazed. My guess was that his fever was
down, which was a large improvement over the night before, when I
could hear him tossing and turning in a feverish state from where I slept
downstairs on the couch.
     As he sat up to hand the stick back to me, he reached for the
kleenex box, taking two and lifting them to the air right in front of his
nose. I could see it twitch, wrinkling right below the bridge as the tip of
his nose turned up a little and his nostrils flared at the intake of air.
"Huhh..." I heard him breathe out, and he closed his eyes as he did the
same again. "Huhh..." I saw the faint lines at the corners of his eyes as
the squeezed shut tightly, and I saw his upper lip curve upward slightly
as his jaw dropped open. He paused a moment, and I could tell he was
expecting it by the way his face tensed as did his expression. He drew in
a deep breath quickly and sneezed, jerking forward with thrust,
covering his nose and mouth at once. He opened his eyes and rolled them
with a small groan. Then he looked up at me out of the corner of his eye.
     I felt my cheeks burning, and that wasn't the only place. "What?"
     He recovered gracefully, swiping his nose once with the tissues
and dropping them into the trashcan. "You're looking at me like that."
     My voice was shaky as I pretended not to notice, "Like how?"
     "Heh, heh," he chuckled, straightening up into sitting position.
"Like how you look when you start getting hot and ready."
     "Nels!" I exclaimed, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him.
"You're horrible!"
     "Apparently not that horrible," he said, still grinning. "Since that
look in your eyes isn't going away."
     I tried my best to cover myself, my longing. "I don't have any idea
what you're talking about," I told him sweetly, innocently, as I batted my
eyelashes.
     He only grinned, then shook his head. "A few months ago you told
me that secret, Allie. The one... o... ohh..."
     I quickly handed him a tissue from the box, my hand shaking
terribly with excitement as I did so. He took it desperately and spread it
across the lower half of his face as he gripped it firmly in both hands.
"Huh-HaChaa!" he sneezed, bending far forward, the kleenex blowing at
the breeze as the sneeze commanded it to.
     He recovered his composure and looked at me, then his eyes
widened. "I nee... need... I feel anoth... Allie..." his voice raised in
desperation as he motioned for the kleenex box. Quick to react, I grabbed
him another, feeling weak and pleasured just at the thought of another
sneeze coming from the man I loved so much. I just barely managed to
pull my hand away before he burst out with two, a full sneeze and then a
half of one, a soft, then more powerful "HaCha-CHAA!" as he half hit and
half missed the tissue; men were sloppy when they were sick... not that I
minded at all.
     And I was cautious. Every second with him was bringing me closer
to him. I was afraid that if I felt his soft breath, or the touch of his skin
I'd loose control, not to mention what might happen if he were to sneeze
on me!
     He looked at me as he sniffed deeply. "You're really," he sniffed
again, "getting off on this, aren't you?"
     "Nels-" I protested. I wouldn't be able to hold myself back.
     "I can tell, Allie." He took his hand and cupped it over my left
breast, squeezing it, feeling how hard and firm it was. "You really are
ready!" he exclaimed, a little shocked as he realized how much I wanted
him, then. I realized one of my hands was at my crotch, trying to help
hold myself back, though the though of it and the words from him were
only making me want him even more. "You want to have sex!"
     "Nels!" I cried, almost with real tears. I moved back on the bed, out
of his reach, almost to the other edge. "Please don't... don't say it."
     "Why not?" he asked, rubbing a finger against the side of his nose
as I watched it twitch. He was trying hard not to sneeze. And how he
looked doing so, with his furrowed eyebrows and down-turned mouth.
     I turned hot from within, my crotch jumping, pulsating, urging. "I
can't..." I managed to tell him, wanting so much to say yes. I fought
desperately for an excuse. "You're sick."
     He shook his head. "I want to, Allie. I feel well enough to do
whatever you want."
     "Nels-"
     He held up one finger to signal me to wait. His breathing deepened
and bent his head down and to the side as he began exhaling loudly
enough so that they could be heard. "Huhh..." he gave heavily, thrusting
his whole body with the breath as it took hold of him, the simple and
familiar yet unique force of a sneeze. It was too far to stop, the urge
forcing him through with it, and so he closed his eyes, letting it come as
he exhaled a last "Huh" before coming out with a loud "HeeCHaa!" rocking
the bed, hunching over, following through with an extended breath
outward. Then, sitting up straight, he took in a great breath through his
nose, sniffing to try to clear it of what the sneeze left behind. "Excuse
me," he mumbled, realizing how bad he must sound. His eyes met mine
and he saw in a flash what he'd just done to me. "Allie," he began again,
sniffing periodically as his nose ran from his cold. "I want to please you
so much. I want to make love to you. I'd be blind not to see how much you
like it, and it's not any time that I sneeze- I don't have allergies. I can do
this for you now, and I want to."
     I didn't know what to say. I wanted to say yes... but it stuck on my
tongue and I couldn't let it out.
     He tried a different approach. "You're humored my fetishes, Allie.
Remember? They were just as strange and just as wonderful... please let
me do this for you. All I want to do is please you."
     As I bit my lip, my crotched burned with the answer. But I
hesitated. I was scared. "I can't."
     "Why not?" he asked, sniffing twice, very powerfully, sounding
very wet, which reminded me of his last sneeze.
     Suddenly I realized that I wanted there to be no lies, nothing but
honesty. If he truly wanted to know, I would tell him the truth. "I'm
scared it won't be what I dreamed it would."
     His questioning expression fell to a sympathetic one. "Oh, honey. I
understand," he cooed. I felt the same way when i asked you to do what I
wanted."
     "It's just... I've held onto this desire for so long. And, God, I love
you... but what if you can't do it for me? What if it's not how I dreamed
for all those years it would be?"
     He wiped his hand on his thigh to make sure it was dry, and then
took her hand, squeezing it, running his thumb over her soft knuckles.
"I won't be able to make it just as you dreamed, Allie. But I can fulfill it
in my own way. And together we can make a whole new version of your
dream come to life... if you'll let me. I so want to, Allie. And as for not
being able to arouse you, well, I don't think we'll have to worry about
that. You look as if you're more than ready. You're hot... and I'm getting
hot every time I see you lust for me like that. I love making you feel like
that, even if I can't control how I do it."
     "A-And," I stuttered, getting lost in his beautiful words, "That's
why I love it; that's why I love you."
     His eyes lit up. "So you want me to? I want to so... oh God... here c-
comes anoth-another..." he started to hold his finger up for me to wait
but realized he'd better cover his mouth. "Huh... huhhh..." I watched it
build up and held my breath... but the sneeze didn't come. He sighed and
rubbed his nose. "Sorry, I thought I was going to sneeze." He looked into
my eyes, full of lust, full of wanting. "Now, where were we?"
     I smiled as I reached to undo the buttons of his shirt.
     "Huh!" he breathed out quickly, suddenly, unexpectedly. "Hold...
huh... hold on... I'm gonna.. huh... HUH-" again the sneeze left, and his
face dropped, as if frozen in it's look of helplessness, waiting for the
sneeze to return. He finally gave up and sniffed. "Sorry."
     "Don't be," I said, my voice dying away so that the words were
quiet and passionate.
     He began to smile but his face fell in the middle, back to a frown
and a look of distress. Again he drew back, breathing out heavily, then
finally burst forth with a tremendous sneeze, "HAACHHAAAH!"
     Without even thinking about it, I grabbed him a tissue and put it
over his nose, feeling the warmth of his nose at the sides as I held it
secure. "Blow," I commanded, feeling tingles in my chest. He did and I
felt an even bigger rush as it came out through his nose. I was surprised
a moment. When he was finished, I folded the tissue in fourths and wiped
his nose. Then I did something else I hadn't expected to: I kissed his
nose. Open-mouthed, my lips were light, brushing over the top at the
bend and over the bottom in softness against his nostrils.
     "Huh!" he exhaled in reaction. "HUH-HUHCHAA!" he sneezed
powerfully, and I grabbed him, hands above his hips, pushing him back
on the bed so that we were lying with me on top. I tore off his shirt as
best I could as he helped to undo mine, sniffling all the while. I'd done it
to him; I'd made him sneeze... and he couldn't help it. He was totally
helpless... and I was helplessly turned on. I had my hands down his
pants, massaging, rubbing, and he held me up, strong hands on my bare
shoulders. When we had stripped each other, we began kissing, and I felt
him shiver in chill at my touch.
     "Do you... want to stop," I managed to whisper, not sure I'd be able
to even if he did say yes.
     "No!" he whispered into my ear, sniffing. He shivered again, "I'm
just cold."
     I should have realized it before; even if he did want to do it, he was
still sick, and I should have taken that into account. I paused a moment,
my last kiss lingering upon his skin as I reached back and pulled the
blankets over us almost all the way. He smiled as the warmth overtook
him and nuzzled his face into my breasts, rubbing his nose upon the
bare skin. At his next sneeze, we watched each other very closely: the
feel of his body tensing under mine, ready, controlled. It made me yearn
for him, spread my legs wide, kneeling and straddling him. I thrust
myself forward and downward with a cry as I longed to hold him in my.
He rose in accordance and we joined easily because of his hardness and
my wetness. I was taken at once, past all I'd ever imagined, past all I'd
ever dreamed of. I saw him struggle to hold back a sneeze and my whole
body tingled from my crotch to my heart. "Nels!" I gaped as he pleased
me. "Hold it back!"
     He shook his head slightly. "I d-don't thii... huh... think I... can-
huh... huh-"
     I was weak, my heart throbbing, racing, flying. I went down to feel
him, to touch him, to make him a closer part of me.
     "Huh-HaCHAA!" He sneezed, very strong, the tip of his nose against
my neck, the sneeze coming hard, powerfully wetting my skin just as it
caused him to jerk forward and come hard against me. I gasped, never
before feeling its like, as I had the greatest and most wonderfully
encompassing orgasm. It seemed to fill me completely, turn my whole
body numb with hotness and with pleasure. I pressed myself closer to
him as I felt his chest rise again against mine to take in a deep breath, to
prepare again to sneeze. I looked at him through eyes watering with
happiness. His nostrils were wide,the line at the bend of his nose now a
defined wrinkle, his nose itself nearly turned up. The balls of his cheeks
were high, meeting his eyes as they squinted in concentration, the sides
of this mouth going back and down to widen it, then let it drop down to
gasp for a breath of air. "Huh..." he began again in the same way, making
me tingle even more as I expected its arrival yet did not know how
exactly it was to come. At this breath, he pushed into me, as I did not
expect; at each breath he did the same, letting the force and anticipation
build up inside of me as the sneeze built up inside of him. As I saw in his
face and heard in his unsteady breaths, just as he was about to let it out,
it left him. He pulled back, frustrated, disappointed.
But I wasn't disappointed in the least as tingles raced through me. I was
as amazing a thing as loosing my virginity- a tingle as unique as having
sex for the first time. "I love it..." I gasped, nuzzling my nose against
his, hoping it might trigger the sneeze that was sure to be there
somewhere.
     "Huh!" he gasped in immediately, then let loose with a full pair of
strong sneezes, right in my face. "HACHAA! HUACHAAA!"
     I was pushed into so hard that I felt as if I would burst. Nels took
me so hard it seemed to resonate through me, seizing me, commanding me
with urges only we could feel to come together stronger, harder, in this
new way. I had a pulsating orgasm, the tingles taking hold of my body
and raising it higher. I cried out happily at it, and felt him reach the
same point as he sniffed, allowing us to pleasurably stay in synch.
Pushing into me with a final, powerful thrust, we both moaned, and he
sneezed, causing us both to reach our highest point, an orgasm with
such excitement and pleasure as we had never before experienced. He
fell back with me on top of him, his nose running freely, my heart racing
happily. Weak and numb, I kissed his muscular chest in thank you, dying
to hear him sneeze again as the remembrance of the sight and sound
burned itself into my brain and made my crotch burn again, a smaller
orgasm over-taking me. I rolled off him and sighed for the last time, my
body filling all over with the faint tingle I hoped would never leave me.
     I lifted his head, letting it rest upon my shoulder comfortably.
Then I grabbed the box of tissues to tend to my husband, loving the
miniature orgasms that pulled me as the mere touch of his handsome nose
reminded me of what we'd just shared. With my help he cleared his nose a
dozen times, then a dozen more. Tissue after tissue I held for him as he
sniffed and blew and twice more sneezed. They were wet and warm
against my hand. Making my body just as warm, the sneezes filled me
with comfort and familiarity, so I closed my eyes and rested my head
upon his.
     "Thanks you Nels," was all I could think to say after such a
performance. "For giving me so much more than I could have imagined."
     He smiled, sniffing, exhausted from such activity. "No, that you,"
he said, stressing the you. "I've never been with you like that before,
nothing's even been close. The way your body came to mine in so much
desire. You were so excited. That was so amazing!"
     "You were amazing, Nels," I said, giggling as I stressed the you.
"And now I can remember that for always." He looked up and back at me,
so I answered by coming to him, my lips warm against his wet ones.
Softly, "I never want this moment to end."
     Sniffling, "Then let's not allow it to."
     We cuddled and I tended to him as he battled with his cold until he
fell asleep. I drifted off shortly after with him securely in my arms and
in my heart.
~tarotgal, dreaming again :-)