Date: Sat, 28 Jul 2012 01:39:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Henry Brooks <hankster1430@bellsouth.net>
Subject: Another Orduinary Guy Ch.12

Another Ordinary Guy
Chapter Twelve

Bill met Sven and Brett at a small neighborhood restaurant. The cuisine was
Hungarian, and Bill had no idea what to expect. The restaurant was very
popular and accordingly, it was very crowded. Bill checked a suitcase with
the cloak room girl. He was going to be staying with Sven and Brett during
their school break, and he would be going home with them after dinner.

Brett and Sven were there when he arrived, and when the waiter showed him
to their table, he was disappointed not to see his "date." The three men
just shook hands, since they were in a very crowded public place.

Brett could see the look of confusion on Bill's face. "Teddy just called,"
Brett said. "He got stuck at the office, but he should be here in less than
fifteen minutes. Trust me Bill. He's worth the wait. In the meantime guys,
how about a drink?"

The drinks were served, and the three men raised their glasses just as Bill
heard a sound that was music to his ears, a genuine southern drawl. "Hi
y'all. So sorry to be late." Bill looked up to see a grinning face. His
hair was red, and his eyes, which sparkled, were blue. He had a little
boy's pug nose, and was small in stature. He could not be more than five
feet, seven or eight inches tall, and rather thin. Bill was six feet, two
and a half inches tall. Bill figured that Teddy was about twenty-eight, to
his twenty-four.

Brett motioned for Teddy to be seated at the empty chair. He smiled at Bill
and said, "Hi, you must be Billy. I'm Teddy, Theodore Simms."

Bill shook his hand. He was amazed at how strong a grip this little guy
had. "Pleased to meet ya Teddy, but nobody calls me Billy. I'm Bill, if ya
don't mind."

"As you wish, Bill." The moment was a little awkward, but fortunately the
waiter came over to take a drink order from Teddy. He ordered a scotch and
soda. "Where ya from, Bill?"

"We own a farm just west of Tallahassee. How about you?"

"Atlanna. I couldn't wait to get out of there and to New York. It's easier
for a gay man to exist here than in the south, don't you think?"

Bill had never thought about it. He had been living as a straight man until
just a few days ago. He hadn't had time to experience any
discrimination. So far it had been all fun and sex games. "Yeah," he
mumbled. He wasn't as comfortable with Teddy, as he was with Brett and
Sven. He didn't think the matchmaking was going well. He decided not to
jump to conclusions, and give Teddy a chance.

Bill studied the menu and said, "I gotta confess; I don't know what any of
this stuff is."

"Do you mind if I order for you?" Brett asked.

"Please do."

Brett ordered corn chowder, and wiener schnitzel with spaetzel, for himself
and Bill. After everyone had ordered, the waiter brought potato pancakes
with apple sauce for everyone at the table, and complimentary bowls of red
cabbage and creamed spinach. When Bill observed his entree he laughed and
said, "Hell, it's nothin' but a breaded veal cutlet. I expected somethin'
more exotic."

"Did you say erotic?" Teddy quipped. "That'll come later. Bill blushed as
his cheeks turned a deep crimson. Things were going better all of a
sudden. He wanted to retort to Teddy with something clever, but he was
tongue tied. Suddenly, the tense atmosphere gave way to camaraderie, and
everyone was having a good time. They had apple strudel for dessert with
coffee.

Brett paid the check. He and Sven insisted on paying. "Let's go back to our
place," Sven said. "We can take off our shoes and be ourselves there."

Bill had a suspicion that Sven meant something more than what it sounded
like when he said, "be ourselves." It made him a bit nervous and he
wondered why. He was no longer a virgin, far from it.

**********

It was almost noon, when Ricky and Joey were awakened by a knock on the
door.

"Who is it?" Ricky asked groggily.

"It's Nick and Scotty. Open up. It's getting late."

Joey was shocked that Ricky went to open the door completely naked, but
then he remembered that Ricky had made it with two of his dancers. These
must be them. At any rate, two good looking guys entered quickly, and Ricky
closed the door as fast as he could. All that either of them was wearing
was a pair of gym shorts. They were barefooted, and from the looks of
things, they were not wearing underwear either.

Nick jumped right into bed with the very naked Joey, and grabbed his
package. Joey was speechless.

"Not now, guys," Ricky said. "Another time. We're done out. We've been
going at it since Joey arrived."

"Let's order room service, and eat breakfast or lunch or whatever, right
here," Scott suggested. "Then we don't have to get dressed. I mean dressed
up. Shit, you know what I mean."

A crazy thought occurred to Joey. He wondered if Sven, Brett and Bill were
eating together, and was there a fourth for Bill. He couldn't imagine why
that should occur to him. It was just a wild thought, right out of the
blue.

Ricky and Joey excused themselves to use the bath room and brush their
teeth. While Ricky was peeing, Joey remembered about Randy. Seeing Ricky
and making love to him, had wiped it right out of his mind. He told Ricky
what had happened.

"He got what he deserved. He was a murderer, but I feel sorry for his
parents. I'll send flowers or something to them," Ricky said, and the
matter was never spoken of again. It was like Randy had never existed.

**********

In Sven and Brett's apartment, the men had indeed kicked off their shoes,
and ditched their jackets and ties. They sat around the ottoman in the
living room, drinking scotch and sodas, and munching cheese and
crackers. The liquor was really loosening them up, especially Bill, who
drank very little.

Whether it was by instinct or design, nobody could say, but Sven and Brett
started smooching. The groped for each other's packages and obliged their
partners by taking their cocks out of their pants. Suddenly Brett
remembered that they had guests. He took Sven by the hand and they both
stood up with their cocks dangling out of their flies.

"Sorry guys. We are going to our parents' bedroom. We set you up in our
bedroom, Bill, so you two are free to do what comes naturally or not, but
if you do, there are condoms and lube in the night stand. G'night." And
they were out of there.

"I gotta admit, those two got me going," Teddy said. "Look!" He pointed at
his very erect, uncut cock (Bill paid attention to such matters now) which
he had also removed from his pants.

"That's a mahty purty saht," Bill exaggerated his southern drawl.

"Would ya lak a bettah look?"

"Uh huh." They literally ran into the bedroom, dropping clothes along the
way.

Teddy was a nice six inches hard, but when he saw Bill's eight, fat inches,
he started to laugh. "I see you're gonna be a challenge, but my ass is up
to it." There was no hint of a phony southern accent now, just the real
stuff.

They warmed each other up with a lusty game of sixty-nine, and then they
prepared Bill to fuck Teddy. Well sheathed and well lubricated, Bill could
not believe how easily he entered his new friend.

"I've had lots of experience," Teddy said.

Bill sighed. Ted was a perfect fit for his fat cock, and he began to stroke
slowly. Teddy was on his back and Bill leaned forward to kiss him while he
fucked him. After an initial kiss, Bill put his lips to Teddy's ear and
whispered, "You can call me Billy if you like, but if any of your friends
do, they are gonna meet Jesus."

**********

The only people at Randy's funeral were his parents, Mama and Papa Alberto,
and their two daughters. Not one of Randy's friends showed up.

Randy's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Lopez, had trouble looking at the Alberto
family, but after the graveside service, the four of them went over to
offer their condolences. "Thank you," Mrs. Lopez offered. "We got a
beautiful bunch of flowers from Ricky. Please thank him for us."

"Sure," Papa said. "He's in Argentina right now, or I'm sure he would have
been here."

Those were the only words, and the last words, they spoke to each
other. Shortly after the funeral, the Lopezes sold their house and moved to
the west coast of Florida.

**********

The morning light woke Bill and Teddy.

"Shit," Teddy said. It's a good thing the boss is on vacation. I'm gonna be
very late to work. I gotta go home, shower and dress fresh." He leaned over
and kissed Bill lightly on the lips.

"Sorry, I didn't brush my teeth."

"It's understandable."

"Will we see each other again, Billy."

"Bill melted at the way Teddy said, Billy."

"I'd like that. I'd like that a lot."

After he dressed, Teddy gave Bill two calling cards. "One's my business
address and the other's my home address. It would be great, if you're free,
if you picked me up at the office at five this afternoon. Brett and Sven
are not scheduled to come in to the office today, and I think I'd like to
spend the evening alone with you. You're welcome to move to my place until
school resumes, that is, if you'd like to."

"I'd like that a lot."

Teddy smiled, and ignoring the fact that he might have morning breath, he
gave Bill another kiss. Bill lay there in bed in pure
contentment. Eventually he dozed off. He had a dream.

In his dream, he was a wealthy New York attorney and Teddy was a wealthy
financial advisor. They lived together in an upscale condo on the upper
east side of Manhattan. He and Teddy were busy preparing their apartment
for a party. There was a big cake in the middle of the dining room
table. The guests started to arrive. The first to arrive were Teddy's
bosses, John and Arn and his colleagues, Sven and Brett. Then Larry and Red
arrived, followed by Ricky and Joey. When everybody was assembled, he and
Teddy blew out a single candle on the cake. Now Bill could see the
inscription on the cake: Happy Anniversary: Fifty Years. That seemed
strange to Bill, because everyone in the dream looked exactly as they
looked today. Nobody was a day older.

He heard pots and pans banging in the kitchen and he suddenly realized it
was not happening in his dream. His hosts were up and puttering in the
kitchen. He put on his boxer shorts and went to investigate. He found Sven
and Brett in the kitchen preparing breakfast. They were both naked.

"Did you have fun last night?" Bill asked.

"We always do," Brett answered. "The more important question is did you
have fun, and where's Teddy?"

"I had a ball, and Teddy's gone home to put on fresh clothes for work. We
have a date tonight, and he asked me to move into his apartment until
school begins. I'm thinking that it would be cheaper for me to stay with
him and pay him rent than to pay the dorm fees, but I guess that's a little
premature. I'll have to discuss it with him."

"I told you that you two would hit it off big time," Brett gloated. "Is
there anything that you two guys would like to do special today, until Bill
goes on his date?"

"There's a tradition in New York that I've heard about," Bill said, "but I
haven't done it yet. I'd really like to."

"What's that?"

"I'd like to go ice skating in the Rockefeller Center rink."

"What a fantastic idea," Sven said. "I haven't gone ice skating since I
left Sweden. I didn't think anyone from Florida skated.

"I don't, but it's something I always wanted to try."

"Me too," Brett said, rather reluctantly.


To be continued....