Date: Sat, 10 May 2008 21:39:46 +0000
From: Hankster1430@bellsouth.net
Subject: Brian and Tucker Chapter 1

Brian and Tucker
Chapter One

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction.  These characters don't exist nor
did they ever exist, except in my imagination.  Brian and Tucker were
introduced in a previous story: "My Boss and I."  They were very minor
characters, but I thought they might have an interesting story to tell.  I
hope dear readers that you agree.



Brian and Tucker met in college.  They were both engineering
students. Brian was studying electrical engineering and Tucker was studying
civil engineering.  They were in a few classes together during their
college years, and once they ran into each other in the lobby of a movie
theater.  They both had a hot looking girl leaning on their arms.

Whenever they would meet accidentally like that, or would pass each other
in the college halls, they would nod at each other and move on.  They were
not really friends nor did they even know each other's names.  But in a
world of constant coincidences, that would all change after college.

Before graduation, recruiters from several large engineering and consulting
firms came to the campus.

Coincidence One: Brian and Tucker accepted positions with the same firm.

Coincidence Two: They were both to be married three weeks after graduation
and each had a two week honeymoon planned, so the firm agreed that they
could start work on August 1st.

Coincidence Three: Both couples were going to Paris on their honeymoon and
were booked on the same Air France flights, going and coming.

Coincidence Four: They were staying in the same economy hotel in Paris in
adjacent rooms.

Coincidence Five: Both couples had rented apartments in the same building,
not too far from their new office, and both had leased one bedroom
apartments adjacent to each other.

Tucker Simmons and his bride, Maryann, were all checked in at the airport
and had found comfortable seats in the waiting terminal.  They were holding
hands, and pretty much just staring and cooing at each other.  They were
totally lost in a world of their own.  A few minutes later, Brian and
Colleen O'Toole sat down right across the aisle from them.  They were also
lost in their own world of newly married bliss, so neither couple was much
aware of what was going on around them.

Finally, fate stepped in.  Both men looked up at the same time and
recognized each other.  Tucker spoke first.  "Hey didn't you go to Syracuse
University?"

"Yeah," Brian answered.  "I recognize you."  He reached across the narrow
aisle, stuck out his hand, and said, "I'm Brian O'Toole and this is my wife
Colleen."

"I'm Tucker Simmons, and this is my wife, Maryann.  Everybody calls me
`Tuck' " Tucker smiled warmly.  "We were married yesterday and we're headed
to Paris for our honeymoon," he added.

"We were married yesterday also and we're headed for Paris, as well," Brian
informed them.  "Where are you staying in Paris?"

Tuck couldn't remember the name of the hotel so he took out their travel
documents, flipped a few pages, and said, "It's called Chez Luis."

"Are you kidding me?" Brian said incredulously.  "We're at that hotel
also."  Then he added with a chuckle, "Hey man, we can share a cab from the
airport."

 "Sounds like a plan to me," Tuck added.

Just then the squawk box announced that the flight was about to start
boarding.  Conversation halted as they gathered up their flight bags and
stood on line.  Considering that they were newlyweds, a funny thing
happened as they waited on line to board the plane.  Instead of standing
with their husbands, the two women stood together and started to chat like
two old friends, and the men did they same.  Their conversation was so
animated that you would think they had been the closest of friends all
their lives.  Suddenly Brian yelled," You gotta be kidding!!"  And several
people stared at them.

"What is it?" both ladies asked in unison.

"This is incredible."  Brian said.  "Tuck and I start work at World Wide
Consulting on the same day.  Can you believe it?"

"No I can't believe it.  Where do you live?"  Maryann asked, almost afraid
to hear the answer.

"237 Sycamore, apartment 206," Colleen said shaking.

Now, it was Maryann's turn to shriek.  "We're at 237 Sycamore, apartment
208.  Something tells me that this is going to be the beginning of a great
new friendship."  Everyone laughed at that as they stepped off the jet way
into the cabin of the plane.

Of course they each had an aisle and a middle seat just across the aisle
from each other. "This couldn't be better," Brian said as he put his hand
on Tuck's shoulder.  Tuck didn't think anything about that, but
acknowledged to himself that Brian's hand felt wonderful on his shoulder,
sort of tingly.

"Why weren't we better friends in college?" Brian asked Tuck.

"I don't know, but I have a feeling we are going to be very good friends
from now on."  Tuck gave Brian a grin that melted his heart.

During the long flight, the women sat together more of the time than they
sat with their husbands.  This gave everyone a chance to cement the growing
friendship.  By the end of the long flight, they knew more about each other
than many of their old friends did.  Often, while Brian and Tuck would
speak animatedly their knees would touch and other times their arms would
touch on the single arm rest that they shared.  Ordinarily, if that
happened to two guys, one of them would move away discreetly, but neither
of them did that.  In fact, though neither was aware of it, they actually
pushed knees and arms more closely against each other when these chance
meetings happened.  Both felt comfortable with it and it made them both
feel good.  The guys had a great attraction to each other, but neither
realized that it could be anything physical.

The plane arrived in Paris early in the morning, but it was the middle of
the night at home.  Strangely none of them was tired.  They found a cab and
with their high school French asked the driver to take them to Chez Luis.

After they checked in at the hotel, they agreed to shower, change and meet
in the lobby in an hour.  The hotel had a quaint coffee shop off the lobby
and it looked like an ideal place for breakfast.  Once seated in the
restaurant they all ordered a very American meal of bacon and eggs followed
by coffee.  Both Tuck and Brian had bought foreign currency at home and
struggled a bit with the strange money and trying to figure an appropriate
tip.  After breakfast, they finally acknowledged that they were all very
tired.  Each couple went to their room and did what newlyweds do before
falling into deep, deep sleeps.  They all slept through lunch.  At about 5
PM, the phone rang in Tuck and Maryann's room.  It was Brian.

"Hi," he said, "would you guys like to meet for dinner in an hour?"

Of course they did, and for the next two weeks they were inseparable.  They
visited all the museums, churches, and tourist attractions.  With the help
of the concierge they went to many fine restaurants, and enjoyed the
Parisian night life.

The night before their last full day in Paris, the girls announced that
they were going on a shopping spree the next day, and the guys could fend
for themselves.  The next morning, they all had breakfast together and then
the wives took off.

"There's a pool, gym and sauna in the basement of this hotel.  Now would be
a good chance to try it out." Tucker suggested.  "Did you bring a swim
suit?" he asked Brian.

"Sure did," Brian answered.  "I think we better change upstairs.  I don't
know if they have changing rooms at the pool," he added.

Tuck changed into his Speedo in his room, took a towel and put on a hotel
provided bathrobe and slippers.  He went next door and knocked on Brian's
door.  Brian answered and Tuck was surprised that he hadn't changed yet.

"I'll be ready in a sec," Brian said.  "I had to take a dump.  I know it's
crazy, but when someone is within earshot of any toilet facility I might be
in, I have trouble crapping.  So I took advantage of the situation and let
one go."

"Tuck laughed.  "I have the same inhibitions," he said and sat down on the
bed to wait for Brian.  Brian threw his Speedo, robe and slippers on the
bed and started to strip.  He wasn't the least bit embarrassed to get into
his birthday suit, but Tuck gasped as Brian stripped.  Brian's body was
rippled with muscle.  There wasn't an ounce of fat on him.  His biceps were
way above normal size.  Tuck stole a glance at Brian's package.  He was
uncut and about 6 inches long in its limp state.  What was unique about it
was its width.  Brian had about the thickest cock Tuck had ever seen.
Indelicately he asked, "How do you get that monster into Colleen?"

He immediately regretted the question, but Brian didn't seem to mind.  He
laughed and said, "Actually it was tough at first, but little by little she
opened up and we're fine now, but I use a lot of lubricant."  As he spoke,
Tuck was sure he saw Brian's cock plump up a little.

"And what do you do to get those pecs and abs that hard?" Tuck continued to
be inquisitive."

"I work out as often as I can." Then Brian's face lit up.  "You know
there's a gym in our building at home," he said to Tuck.  "We can work out
together."

"Sounds good to me," he said as Brian finished getting ready.

Tuck got up to go, but Brian said, "Not so fast, buddy.  You've seen me in
the buff.  Now it's my turn.  I want to know everything about you."

Tuck dropped his robe, and he was just as muscular as Brian.  "You look
like you work out too," Brian said, "but come on, don't be shy.  Drop your
Speedo."

Tuck gave Brian a coy look and pulled down his Speedo.  Brian gulped.  Tuck
was uncut also.  He wasn't as wide as Brian but he was at least an inch
longer.  Brian couldn't help himself and kept staring at Tuck.  Tuck felt
his cock start to rise, but strangely he wasn't the least bit embarrassed.
Brian saw what was happening and started to laugh.  "Look what's happening
to me also?" Brian said.  He tugged at his Speedo until he was exposed, and
he too had more than the beginning of a hard on.

To be Continued...

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