Date: Sun, 7 Feb 2016 16:17:10 +0300
From: Cooper Max <lmd4208@gmail.com>
Subject: Diplomacy and Lust Part Seven

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Diplomacy and Lust Part Seven

	Nate felt horrible as the taxi sped off. He definitely had too many
drinks at the bar with Greg. Nairobi's roads didn't help his nausea, as the
taxi driver seemed to hit every single pothole and speed bump as he weaved
in and out of matatus on the highway.

	Nate thought about his fight with Dave and fury began to build up
in his body yet again. Sure, he had just made a pass at Greg but he never
would have considered it if Dave had shown him any appreciation or kindness
lately. Yeah, Dave was going through a seriously difficult time after
surviving the terrorist attack; Nate couldn't diminish that but didn't he
see that Nate was trying to be there for him? Didn't he see that Nate
wanted to be by his side as a partner in helping him get through it? If
Dave saw any of that, he sure as hell wasn't letting Nate realize that he
did. Nate wondered at whether given the situation he was crazy for loving
Dave.

	"DRIVER!" Nate roared from the back seat startling the driver half
to death at the sudden out burst from the utter prolonged silence that had
seized the taxi. "WE'RE TAKING A DETOUR. TAKE ME TO THIS ADDRESS!"

	The driver made a hard right and headed towards Dave's house. Nate
didn't know what he was going to say to Dave but he knew he had to say
something! In 15 minutes, the taxi pulled up at Dave's apartment.

	"Wait here. This shouldn't take long!" Nate told the driver as he
slipped him a few extra shillings to ensure the driver complied.

	Nate stomped up the stairs feeling every drink he had consumed that
night pounding against his head and insides.

	`Oh man this probably isn't a good idea but I don't care!" Nate
raged inside his own head.

	Nate reached Dave's front door and pounded as hard as he
could. This late at night, Dave would probably think someone was trying to
break in with the way that Nate beat that door.

	Within a minute the door swung open but it wasn't Dave standing in
front of Nate.

	"Who are you?" said a heavily accented voice. Nate's jaw almost hit
the floor as his eyes drunk in a beautifully built shirtless Spanish man.

	"Who am I!? Who the fuck are you!?" Nate raged anger taking over
his body as he pushed past Alejandro, Fernando or whatever the fuck this
asshole's name was.

	"DAVE I FOUND YOUR BOY TOY! GUESS I WASN'T THE ONLY ONE WITH OTHER
MEN ON MY MIND!" Nate screamed as he strode down the hallway towards Dave's
bedroom. Nate kicked open the door as the Spanish man trailed behind him
uttering all kinds of Spanish curses at Nate.

	Dave looked absolutely shocked as he lay naked in bed, hard as a
rock. If Nate hadn't been vehemently angry he would have laughed out loud
at the expression on Dave's face when he had booted in the door.

	"Nate, oh my god what are you doing here? At this hour?" Dave
stammered half embarrassed, half angry.

	"Well the better question is what are YOU doing here or maybe I
should say WHO are you doing here?" Nate's word flamed out of him like a
dragon torching a mid evil village.

	"Umm, uhhhh, errr." Dave muttered trying to think of what he wanted
to say all the while the Spanish guy kept rambling on.

	"Save it Dave. Clearly I don't mean what I thought I did to
you. Enjoy your nice piece of Spanish ass over here Ð Diego or Felipe Ð
whatever the fuck his name is - you fucking hypocrite." Nate spat.

	Nate didn't even look back as he stormed out of the
apartment. Within minutes he was down the staircase and back into the taxi
cab feeling worse than he could ever remember.

	"Take me home now, please." He said in a reserved tone slumping
against the window feeling ready to puke; this time he knew it wasn't the
alcohol making him sick.

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	The pounding at the door the next morning made Nate's head ache. He
slowly pulled the blankets off; not remembering every detail from last
night entirely he half expected it to be Dave at the door. He DID remember
meeting Dave's little fuck toy last night and the memory brought back all
the anger he felt last night. Nate slumped back into bed with an
exasperated groan. The pounding continued until Nate finally dislodged
himself from the bed he never wanted to leave again and headed to the door.

	He swung it open to find Greg standing there. The memories of last
night with Greg flooded back into Nate's mind. He remembered Greg said he
would be checking in on him but he didn't expect him to actually follow
through.

	"I see you don't look any better than you did when I left you last
night." Greg stated laughing out loud. "Move over and let me in, I'll make
you some coffee."

	Nate, bewildered at Greg, let him into the house and followed him
into the kitchen.

	Nate sat across from Greg as he made the coffee. In the morning
light, Nate took in Greg's features for the first time since Nate found out
Greg was gay too.

	Greg was the quintessential `guy-next-door'. He would have looked
right at home in any suburb in America with a mini van in the drive way and
kids running around the yard. He was nailing the whole `dad bod' trend that
had become so popular in the states but it suited him well his 5'8 frame
well. He had an overwhelming sincerity to his personality; a kindness that
radiated off of him. Greg was one of the first people to introduce himself
at the embassy when Nate started.

	Looking more closely, Nate would definitely describe Greg as
handsome. He wouldn't be modeling in any swimsuit calendars but he had a
smile that could capture a room. Nate remembered that Greg's smile was one
of the first things he noticed about him when Nate had first met him. Greg
had walked right over to him, reached out his hand, smiled that blindly
white and wide smile and introduced himself.

	In the months since Nate first met him, the two had talked
frequently in the hallways. Nate always got the impression that Greg was
kind of innocent, maybe na•ve was the better way to express it; like
Greg genuinely believed that everyone in the world was a nice person with
the right intentions. His bright green eyes had a way of drawing you in
too. He had a way of making you feel like you were his complete focus when
speaking.

	Nate wondered to himself how this guy ever worked on Wall St. Greg
was a Wharton grad, a real numbers and finance guru, and had worked on Wall
St. for quite a few years. Apparently, the work didn't suit him Ð this
didn't surprise Nate at all given that Greg was actually a genuine person Ð
and he had quit his six-figure salary abruptly. Greg decided he wanted a
more meaningful, adventurous job, took the Foreign Service exam and wooed
everyone that had interviewed him. He ended up going into management cone
and not surprisingly he started working in the Financial Management section
of the embassy.

	Those bright green eyes were staring intently at Nate across the
kitchen island as Greg slide Nate's coffee across towards him. Greg broke
the silence, "So last night was wild, how much of it do you remember?"

	"Ohhhhhh enough to feel embarrassed and apologize to you." Nate
stated looking right back at Greg.

	"No need, my friend, we all have made mistakes when alcohol was
involved. Water under the bridge." Greg said with the kindness and
sincerity that Nate had always known him to display.

	"So I take it you remember what I told you last night?" Greg
inquired looking a bit more worried and intent on reading Nate's facial
expressions.

	"Yeah, you're one of us Ð in the gay club!" Nate said chuckling
out loud.

	Greg grinned and blushed. "Sure looks that way!" he stated.

	Nate smiled widely. He felt very comfortable with Greg.

	"Sooooo, don't be mad at me, Greg." Nate started feeling like he
could tell Greg what had happened. "But I made a detour last night."

	"Let me guess, to Dave's? Did it end in fabulous make up sex?" He
said half looking disappointed and half amused.

	"Not quite Ð not with a shirtless Spanish guy answering the
door." Nate replied.

	Greg's expression was almost as funny as Dave's had been last
night. Nate launched into the whole recap of the story.

	"Oh man, I'm so sorry, Nate!" Greg stated. "It looks like it's
really over between you two, then?"

	"I'm going to go with a yes but I haven't talked to him since
then. I'm considering it over. At this point, with everything we've been
through, I don't know if it's worth all the stress to try to make this
work. Hell, I don't know if he even wants it to work. He didn't cheat
technically because we were never `together' but that doesn't make it feel
any better. Maybe he's too busy working on Spanish studs to think about him
and me." Nate said with a depressed tone.

	"Uh, I can't imagine what you're feeling right now. I really am
sorry. You know it'll get better. Whatever happens, you'll get through it."
Greg said reassuringly.

	"Who am I to complain? Your boyfriend was killed altogether and I'm
over here whining about my petty relationship problems. I'm sorry, Greg. I
truly am. You're the one who must be going through utter turmoil and hell
right now. Your first boyfriend in your first gay relationship and then out
of no where he's gone." Nate said apologetically.

	"I'm still processing it all. I won't lie and say it hasn't been
rough. I've felt very alone not having anyone to talk through it all
with. No one in my family knows. None of my friends know. Do you know what
it's like to lose someone and not even be able to talk about that person
with anyone else that you love? Greg stated with pain in his voice.

	"Well you have me now. I'm always here to talk and help you work
through it. I promise I won't make another move on you. I know this is a
really sensitive and confusing time for you. Again, I'm sorry for last
night." Nate said.

	An awkward silence gripped the room. Greg blushed again and broke
eye contact with Nate.

	After a long pause. "Well, what if I wanted you to make another
move on me?" Greg inquired shyly and nervously; his face bright red.

	"Ha, real funny Greg." Nate replied.

	"No, I'm serious, Nate. Now that I know you remember it. You know,
it was a nice kiss despite you being drunk. It felt really good. You're a
really nice guy. I can tell you're sincere and you're handsome too." Greg
replied.

	Now it was Nate's turn to blush. "Greg, like you said to me last
night, maybe you're not thinking clearly. Maybe you're just missing Mark. I
don't want to take advantage of you or put our friendship in an awkward
position." Nate stated.

	Out of no where, Greg leaned and kissed Nate.

	Nate broke away quickly. "Didn't you hear any of what I just said,
Greg?" Nate stammered.

	Greg leaned in and kissed him again. This time Nate let the kiss
linger. Greg really was a good kisser; Sensitive, soft, passionate and he
smelled great.

	"Nate, I'm an adult. I know what I'm doing. I appreciate your
concern but I can take care of myself." He kissed Nate more aggressively.

	The two locked tongues. Greg reached a hand up and held it on
Nate's face as he kissed him; man he was passionate.  Greg broke away from
Nate and smiled, looking right into Nate's eyes and then leaned back in for
another kiss.

	"Should we get more comfortable? Maybe in the bedroom?" Greg asked
sweetly.

	"Let's stick to the living room. I don't want this to get too
wild." Nate replied.

	The two continued their passionate make out session in the living
room. Nate caressed Greg's chest. He slipped his hand under Greg's shirt
and felt Greg's smooth chest. Nate pinched Greg's nipples.

	Greg slid his hand into Nate's pants. He felt Nate's rock hard
pulsating cock.

	"Damn man this is huge! I never would have guessed!" Greg said with
surprise on his face and in his voice.

	"I hear that a lot," Nate replied with a laugh.

	Greg vigorously stroked Nate's cock and grabbed his hairy
balls. Greg's grip was firm but it felt great. The stroking motions he was
using felt absolutely incredible; there was a sensual aspect to everything
Greg did. Looking at Greg's handsome face smiling at him as he stroked his
cock so sensually, Nate's balls churned.

	"I'm going to blow if you aren't careful," He panted at Gregg.

	"Well that's what I want! Shoot!" Greg replied. Greg picked up his
pace all the while leaning in for more kisses. When Greg slipped his tongue
into Nate's mouth, he lost all control and shot his load all over Greg's
hands.

	"Damn man, I've never had a hand job like that!" Nate said. "Now
let me help you out!"

	Nate knew he had a little more experience than Greg did and he felt
like he needed to really return the favor since Greg had done unique
work. Nate didn't waste any time; he slid his mouth over Greg's cock and
plummeted down onto the hilt taking Greg's 6 inch cock all the way.

	Greg shuttered and let out a moan. Looking up at him, Greg had such
an innocent quality. Nate felt like he was sucking Ward Clever from Leave
It to Beaver. It was sexy how innocent Greg seemed.

	Nate pumped and pumped himself onto Greg's cock. He combined his
mouth motions with his hand and stroked Greg vigorously. Nate knew Greg
wouldn't last long.

	Within a minute, Greg's hips were pumping harder and harder. Nate
could feel Greg's load start to build.

	"I'm going to cum man, you may want to move your head!" Greg said
sweetly looking concerned for Nate.

	Nate looked up and winked at Greg pumping his mouth harder and
grabbing his balls to signal Greg to shoot his load.

	Greg's face was one of utter surprise. It was clear he'd never shot
in anyone's mouth before. He lost all control as his eyes rolled back in
his head in pleasure. He pumped his hips shooting an enormous load into
Nate's mouth. After finishing he looked embarrassed.

	Nate swallowed Greg's whole load and smiled.

	"Wow, man, you're something else!" Nate said. "I was not expecting
any of that from you."

	"You're one to talk. Damn that was great." Greg smiled back yet
again blushing.

	"More coffee?" Greg asked.

	"Sure." Nate replied.

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