Date: Mon, 24 Oct 2011 07:24:45 -0400
From: preecherdave@gmail.com
Subject: Getting My Act Together

This story includes consensual homosexual sex. If your are underage or do
not like the subject, then just don't read it.

The story is not autobiographical and is a product of the author's fertile
imagination.

Comments welcomed       preecherdave@gmail.com



"Thanks Michael. That was great."

"Yeah."

Is that all I could say? Sean had just fucked me. It had felt great while
he was doing it. My body had responded if the amount of my cum on my chest
and stomach meant anything.  I suddenly felt let down and filled with
melancholy. Where had that come from?

I put on a good face to Sean but inside I felt empty and used. No, not used
exactly. I had agreed over the months to the terms of our relationship. We
were fuck buddies. Correction, I was Sean's fuck buddy. Sean was married
with kids. His wife was too busy and tired to accommodate Sean's rather
robust libido. As a result, it was a one way relationship; Sean fucked,
didn't kiss, didn't suck and didn't stick around for romantic cuddles.
Sometimes he used his hand to get me off; most of the time I even did that
myself.

I liked Sean and we had known each other since university. We played some
sports together and went to the pub often with mutual friends. The sexual
part had started slowly 6 months ago and like some old married couples, it
had become something that we did as part of a routine, basically when Sean
was horny. We had just evolved into it.

I didn't have a steady, intimate partner. I had my friends, my work,
Taekwando, my workouts and Sean's needs. All of which kept me very busy. In
fact, with my late hours at work, working out, and some time with my
friends, that was my life. I had stopped going to gay night spots after
some unpleasant and unfulfilling experiences. Most of my gay friends from
university had moved to other cities or were in relationships. We had
drifted apart.

Damn, I was on automatic pilot. Shit, I was 30 and going nowhere in a
personal sense. I guess I was having one of those moments of clarity and
insight when one sees patterns in a realistic way. I was going to have to
take stock, as I realized I didn't like what I was seeing or feeling.

Change is hard. But deciding what needs to be done was even harder. I was a
programmer and team leader in a medium sized software firm. Like a good
problem solver, I started making some lists and observations after Sean had
left, which was very soon after we had finished, as usual. The first
comment on the list was not to blame Sean. I needed to figure out what I
wanted and figure out some changes to my life. A lot of thoughts swirled
around in my head and I knew enough not to jump to any conclusions too
soon. Like a good decision maker, I had to review the data and see where it
led. Hasty moves can lead to too hasty, bad decisions.

I went to work the next day encouraged but still down and a bit morose. We
had a meeting at 10:00 at which I had to make a presentation on a fairly
big account that was important to the company. That got my mind on concrete
items. My presentation was good and well received. Well, expect by Randy.

I could not get a hold on Randy. I felt that he was ambitious and perhaps a
little jealous of anyone in the limelight. He appeared to feel that other
people's accomplishments took something away from him. He was a very good
looking, jock of a guy who talked sports and women. He often made snide
comments about things that I did or what others at our level did. Not quite
negative but always implying that he would do better. This morning, as we
left the meeting, he asked if I had cribbed the graphics and the ideas. He
laughed as if it was just a little joke. I just replied that for better or
worse, they were mine. He gave me a snide smirk.

I found myself later that afternoon in the staff coffee area with Robert,
just talking about TV shows, recent movies and joking around. Robert had
graduated from a university computer science course and was working in our
intern program. He was at our firm for some work (money) and experience. He
was a little older than some interns as he had worked a few years before
university to make some money, so that his debt load would not be too
high. I found his mind sharp, inquisitive and he often thought outside the
box. He was one of those lanky, fresh faced guys who, when you really
looked at them, you saw that they were well built and looked younger than
they were. I always enjoyed my chats with him. He kept to himself most of
the time as he was only there for a short period of time. He seemed quite
quiet and reserved. Why were all the straight guys interesting?

I went home and had just finished supper when the phone rang. It was Sean
wondering if he could come over. Wow, robust libido was an
understatement. I told him that I was busy this evening and we left it at
that, with a sigh from Sean saying that he had some unfinished business. I
told him that he was never finished and that maybe he should approach his
wife. He sighed again saying that she was already in bed feeling
tired. What was with their marriage?

I went back to my list making. Strangely, I decided on a make over. A new
hair style and some new clothes but with a planned a visit to a local gay
club on Friday night, something I hadn't done, wow, in 7 months. I kept
reminding myself that this was a project that would take months to really
get going. I was in the closet with most of my friends and certainly at
work. Even in the 21st century, I didn't feel that I could out myself. My
parents really showed me reality on that matter. But I realized that if I
was ever to get some life going, I would have to get out and take some
chances.

I went into work early the next day. When I went near the photocopy room. I
could hear a row going on. It sounded like Randy and Robert.

"Randy, I shall be finished in a minute. I came in early to get this
material together for this morning's meeting. It will only take a minute."

"I don't know who the hell you think you are and I don't care if you got
here first, I want the machine, now. Your part in the meeting is nothing
and your material will probably be a waste of time anyway. Do I have to get
physical about this?"

Whoa, out of all proportion to the situation. I calmly walked into the
room.

"Hey guys, sounds a bit feisty. Sounds like we all need a cup of coffee."

"This is just a little friendly misunderstanding between the junior staff
and those that count."

I hate bullies and I knew that there was only one way to deal with
them. Call them out.

"Doesn't sound friendly to me," I said as I walked over beside
Robert. "First come, first served."

"It's OK, Michael. I can finish this later."

"Why? Give it to me. I'll do it. I'm not junior staff!" I took the material
from Robert, looking hard at Randy.

"Wallace stay out of this. I'm warning you."

"Warning me of what?"

He bunched up his fists and stepped towards me. I put the papers down. I
looked at Randy and said, as I took a step forward closing the gap with
him, thinking, never ever back down, "Here is some disclosure," I sounded
like a lawyer. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. I am a black belt in
Taekwando, a lower rank I must admit but.... Randy just leave and I shall
forget all about this." I took a defensive stance but I gave him a smile.

I love the look on bullies faces when they actually have to weigh their
options. I knew that bluster would come next but then he would
leave. Bluster he did. I was a fucking bastard who didn't know when to
leave things alone. People had to learn their position in the pecking
order. He would get me. Etc., etc., ect. I said nothing but just starred
him down. He ran out of steam, especially as he got no responses back
except my hard stares.

When he finally stormed out, I turned to Robert with a smile. "There that
was simple. Get your work done, junior staff. That is an order." We both
laughed.

He smiled as I left and thanked me again.

I stopped at the door. "I know a way to thank me. How about a beer and some
pub food after work? My treat."

"You pay, for me to thank you. We'll have to negatiate that." We did agree
to meet at 6:00. He told me that he would skip his workout tonight for the
chance of good companionship. He looked as if he worked out; he could miss
one.

We met and as we ate, we got to know each other. Robert came from a middle
class family and still lived at home to save money to avoid yet more
debt. He had an older sister, who worked in high tech in Toronto and a
younger brother, at University out of town. He had a group of university
friends. He didn't have a girlfriend; no time and never really met anyone
who he clicked with. He read, he liked good film, he liked all sorts of
music including classical and loved modern and classical dance. He worked
out. He played some soccer and liked riding his bike. He finally admitted
that he tried to avoid situations like this morning and he felt very
uncomfortable with confronting someone.

"You know Robert that is something that you are going to have to learn to
do. We have all sorts of clients and fellow employees. Some are not nice
people or they are people who are going to make bad decisions that could
cost the company or themselves a lot. Some of them need direction or even a
no, given nicely.  Can I make a suggestion?"

"Why not, oh wise one who saved my self respect this morning."

"Smart ass. I have found Taekwondo very liberating. It teaches self
respect, respect for others and the ability to defend yourself if you have
to. Randy is the quintessential bully. I have learned from life to almost
always call them and to never ever back down. Now, you always have to
choose your time and place and try to never make rash, untenable
decisions. Would you like to join me for some introductory Taekwondo
lessons at the spot I do my training?"

The thought did cross my mind that here, I was giving advice, while in my
spare time, I was trying to figure out my own life and to get it going. I
guess we are filled with contradictions and we never stop learning.

The look of surprise was gratifying. We agreed on a night next week with
some food at the pub before the lesson. I would make the arrangements. We
negotiated and split the bill.

I went to the stylist on Friday afternoon and he did do a really good
job. I had let myself go a bit. I tried on a couple of new pieces of
clothing that I had bought on my lunch hour the previous day. I settled on
the dark tomato red, rather form fitting shirt and the well tailored black
pants. I had to admit that my workouts had left me looking OK in the form
fitting clothing.

I finally arrived at Le Coq D'Or just after 9:00. The place was already
crowded. I figured that a seat at the bar would be the best place to sit
and observe. I had decided that I would just sit, watch and would probably
go home early. This was just my first move and it didn't have to go
anywhere. The beer tasted good. I sat and looked. Some very nice sights.

"Are you new in town? I have never seen you here before." A rich masculine
voice asked me as I took a drink of my beer. He was easy to look at.

"No, just new to this club."

The voice was from a guy about my age. He had auburn hair and hazel
eyes. He had my swimmer's build and a similar weight of 180 lbs. He was in
good shape. Eye candy if the truth be told.

"Would you like to dance. I like this piece and we can talk later if you
want. Are you with anyone?"

"Yes, yes, no; to answer your two questions and one suggestion." That
brought a quick smile which lit up his face as he registered my answers. He
had eyes that shone when he smiled.

"Dance, talk later and no one else to interrupt us. OK, let's dance!"

I have to admit that it was great to be dancing with this charming
stranger. He certainly had great rhythm and moves. The next dance was a
slow one. He cocked his to the side in a question and I nodded. We moved
together and I felt the electricity of two bodies dancing to the same
music. It was liberating but I had to make sure that we didn't get too
close as my crotch started to fill out. I didn't want to make it too
obvious. After a few more dances we made our way back to the bar and our
drinks. We had given up trying to talk on the dance floor, just too noisy.

"Was there a reason that you didn't want to dance too close?" He asked with
an ironic smile.

"No. What reason could there be?" I asked as ingenuously as I could.

"I can think of a couple." He added laconically. "I'm finding it warm and
noisy in here. Would you like to come back to my place for a nightcap? We
can stay here and chat if that is what you want."

I decided quickly. "Well if it is a chat you want, it is a little noisy
here." I gave him a quick inquisitive smile.

He smiled his 1000 watt smile and suggested that we leave. He said that it
had been a long week and he could use a more restful location. He lived
close by and we walked to his apartment. I couldn't believe that I was
walking back to someone's apartment tonight. Events had moved faster than I
thought.

We did chat for a while with good scotch, talking about our lives and
work. After getting me a refill, he sat beside me and our legs
touched. Neither of us moved them.

"Michael, I'll be blunt, I find you very attractive."

"John, you are no slouch yourself."

I decided that he had asked me back and eventually sat next to me with legs
touching. It was my turn to take the initiative. I put my hand on his
thigh. I was not wrong.

I very quickly found myself naked with an erection that was as hard as any
I had had in a long time. He was no different. He had a lovely body. Hair
on his chest that was neither too thick nor too skimpy. His treasure trail
was delicious as were his pubes and the slit and head of his cock. What was
wonderful were the reciprocal actions. I realized that that was what I had
been missing for so long. We had agreed that oral was as far as we would
go. It was wonderful as hands touched balls, thighs with gentle stroking up
and down our cracks. He moaned with pleasure as he finally ejected semen
all over my neck and chest. His chest hair was totally matted by the large
volumes that I had spewed out with quite a verbal outburst. He commented on
my vocal pleasure with laughter and good spirits. What I really enjoyed was
the cuddle and soft words after.

"Stay the night with me," he encouraged me.

I declined saying that I had some things that I had to do with friends
tomorrow morning. It was an artifice but I decided that this was as far as
I wanted to go tonight. I still had to get my head around what I wanted. I
had discovered that John was a sports fan who followed hockey avidly. He
didn't read and didn't like my music or my interests.  We were quite
different. We exchanged numbers but no definitive plans were made.  But it
was a wonderful way to start my journey. I suspected that it was a
convenient way to leave it as a one time thing with John and me. I figured
that each of us would go our separate ways with a good memory of the night.

I had a lot to think about. I loved the closeness. I knew that I wanted the
little romantic touches of cuddling and feeling wanted. I realized that I
had a lot to offer someone. It did lift my spirit. The weekend went quickly
as I went biking with friends on Saturday and went to concert on Sunday
evening at a local church with another friend who loved classical music. I
made arrangements for Robert and me to go out on Tuesday night for his
introduction to Taekwando.

I got compliments from all the secretaries about my hair and the new
clothes. Robert actually sat down late in the afternoon with a coffee and
told me that I cleaned up well. He said it with a big smile and a thumbs
up. I got my usual scowls from Randy.

Monday night was all mine to read, listen to music and reflect. I was
lucky; Sean did not phone; I didn't have to come up with excuses. I enjoyed
the time by myself.

Robert was in a very upbeat mood at supper on Tuesday. I had never heard
him talk so much with so much enthusiasm. He was excited and energized by
the whole concept of Taekwondo. He had done a lot of research on the
Internet and had decided that just the exercise and insights would be more
than worth the time and effort.

He not only showed that he was willing to listen hard but he concentrated
very hard on the exploratory exercises and demonstrations. He had watched
me and my group and had been very impressed. We went back to my place for a
quick drink and to relax. He could not contain his enthusiasm.

"I guess that you are on for next week."

"Absolutely!"

"How about we go for something to eat first and make that part of our
routine. You can choose the restaurant this time. I'm up for anything but
fast food." He made a face at the fast food suggestion and suggested a nice
Korean restaurant close by. I commented that it was very appropriate.

"Robert, I was going through some information from the Arts Centre and
noticed that there was a performance by the Mark Morris Dance group, a
contemporary dance company Thursday of next week. Would you like to go if I
can get some cheaper tickets?"

"Wow, I am getting a social life!" He said with his trademark bright
grin. "Yes, that sounds wonderful. I'll pay for my own ticket and that is a
must, a deal breaker if not."

"One Taekwando lesson and he is already assertive. I can retire, my job is
done." To my surprise I got a tap on the arm with a smile.

"Michael, thanks a lot. I've got to run. See you tomorrow at work."

I had had a great night. I had made a new friend but I must start to plan
for the weekend. I didn't want just another hetero friend, although that
was still great; I wanted to keep to my plan of expanding my other
horizons. I chose another club to go to. I didn't want to meet John this
Friday; maybe I'd go back to the Coq D'Or the week after. I just wanted to
do some scouting and see what was available. Maybe this time I would be a
bit more proactive; I had to test myself and get myself back into the
action not just in a passive way.

I was out on Wednesday night for some pool with friends and when I got back
to my apartment at 8:00 I got the dreaded call from Sean.

"Hi buddy. I haven't seen you for a while. Can I come over?"

"Actually, Sean I just got in and I haven't eaten. I'm a bit tired."

"Michael, I need to talk. I need a friend right now to bounce some things
off of. I'll only stay an hour or less."

What could I say? He seemed down and if this was just a ruse then it would
be my opening to level with him. I might get that chance anyway depending
on the subject of the chat. "I have some leftovers. Do you want anything to
eat or do you just want a drink. You sound as if you could use the drink."

"I do need that beer. I've eaten. Any kind will do."

"That's the best kind, buddy but I have good stuff that you like. See you
soon."

When Sean entered, he looked really down. There were circles under his eyes
and he looked a little lost. I asked what was up and I got the whole
story. His wife, Marie, was withdrawn and had made it very plain that he
was to keep his distance. She was distant with the kids and spent a lot of
time sleeping and refusing to talk about how she was feeling. She was
listless and almost slovenly in her dress and communication. I asked when
it had started and he said a couple of weeks more or less after their last
child was born. The alarm bells went off, even I recognized the signs.

I told him that it sounded like post partum depression. We discussed what
they could do. I suggested that he go with her for the baby's next
appointment with the doctor and bring the matter up. I stressed that it had
to be treated and that it was serious. In the mean time, I told him to let
her know that he loved her and the kids and to start taking over some of
the jobs around the house to ease her burdens. I stressed that it was going
to be hard for him at work and at home. I told him to see if there were
some subtle ways he could let her know that he was concerned for her and to
show lots of love and attention, to try to change some routines. He had to
act.

"Michael, my time is up and I have to get back. Thanks so much for letting
me vent and helping me see some things that I can do. For the first time in
a long time, he came over and gave me a real hug. There were tears in his
eyes as he left. No need for my explanation of why were not going to be
carrying on with our old routine.

Friday night came and I went to the Blue Lagoon. I sat at the bar and
looked over the crowd. I eventually saw a couple of guys that were
obviously in my position and went and danced with them. No immediate
rapport but it felt good. At about 10:30 I was thinking of going home when
I saw a guy in his thirties, well built, well dressed, with a nice
smile. He seemed to be without an escort as he had just come off the dance
floor and didn't seem to be meeting anyone. Well it was worth a try.

He danced like a dream and we had a really interesting time getting to know
each other. I finally screwed up my courage and asked if he wanted to come
back to my place for a drink. He gave me a look and I simply said that it
could be a drink, talk and whatever he wanted . No pressure. I told him
that I had enjoyed our time together. He accepted. I had done it.

There was a drink and lots of fun chat.

"Michael, I don't usually do this but you are an interesting guy and I feel
quite turned on. You said a drink, a chat and anything that I wanted. Can I
show you what I would like."

"William, I am a man of my word and I like men who take the initiative. I
had decided tonight to leave that to you."

He moved over beside me and put his hand on my leg and turned his head and
kissed me. It went from a kiss to a duel of the tongues in a very short
time.

When we stopped, I stood up, tenting pants and all and pulled him up to
me. "Unless I am missing all the signals, I think that we want the same
thing." As I said this, I ran my fingers over his very full crotch. The man
was very hard. He shivered.

"Michael I really don't usually...." I covered his his mouth with my hand
and then kissed him.

"Neither do I. No explanations necessary. This is for mutual pleasure."

William was not a novice. When we were naked, he ran his hands over my
chest and pulled the hair lightly and then he flicked a nipple. When I
moaned, he smiled and commented that we both liked the same thing. After
minutes of torturing each others nipples, we ended up nipping them with our
teeth. I looked down to see a dripping cock. I kneeled and took him in my
mouth.

"Michael, don't stop. I too like a man who takes the initiative. He got
bigger and harder. We moved to the bed and a 69. I love the feeling of
man's warm mouth and the tongue swirling around the head as the cock head
is held in the mouth and sucked after a long stroke down and up. We came to
the edge several times and finally I knew that I was too close and so was
William.

"William, I am very close. Let's end this wonderful session."

"I'm right with you."

William was a shooter and he shot strong jets of cum on my face and
neck. He aimed me at his chest and he was also covered. I went to get a
warm cloth to clean us up. I turned him on his side and put my arms around
him. It felt good to just relax in the afterglow. We must have drifted off
for a few minutes. I felt William shift and start to get up.

"Michael, I have a lot of things on tomorrow and I have to go." He sounded
like I did with John and so I kissed his cheek. He dressed and we said good
night at the door. There were no contacts given and for some reason, it
didn't bother me. I was learning and growing in experience; that is what I
had set out to do. There was still something missing but I kept repeating
that this was just the start of a long process.

"Good weekend, Michael?"

"Yeah it was and you, Robert?"

"It was quiet but I was at the pub with a group of friends on Saturday and
went for a bike ride on Sunday. It was OK."

"I hope that you like Mexican food, Robert. This place is quite good." I
commented as we ate before our Tuesday night Taekwondo classes.

"I like it but I find that a lot of it tastes the same and it certainly
isn't gourmet dining," replied Robert.

"Oh, a gourmet are we?" I asked laughing.

"I am actually quite a good cook, French and Italian. Don't take me wrong,
I am enjoying this and it is good Mexican. You know sometime, I should cook
you a good meal. I really enjoy doing it."

Out of the blue, I heard myself saying, "Are you busy on Saturday? I'll buy
the food from your list and I'll be your sous chef. We can make a day of
it." Sometimes I just talk without thinking.

"I have a better idea. Let's meet in the early afternoon, go to the market,
buy the food and then cook in the afternoon. You realize that as sous chef
you are my slave; I demand complete obedience. We can go to a movie or rent
something for the evening."

"I'm not sure about the complete obedience but I like the rest of the
plan."

We had another great night at our classes and Robert was just as
enthusiastic at the end of the evening. I could see that he was
progressing.

We met at 7:00 on Thursday for the dance performance at the Arts Centre. We
were both blown away by the performance. Robert loved the athleticism and
the angularity of the moves. A very interesting analysis of the ballet
followed from Robert at the interval. He really did like dance. The second
half was dynamic, enthralling and very sexy.

During the interval, I had asked him what the menu was for Saturday. He
said that we would try the simple but classic French, Coq au Vin with Pomme
Parisienne and buttered green beans. We would choose the wine on
Saturday. I told him that my mouth was already watering. We had a great
night at the dance performance. We agreed to meet at my place at 2:00 on
Saturday. He asked about my batterie de cuisine and I told him what I had
and didn't have in the way of cooking implements.

We met on Saturday and had a wonderful day of sun and warmth on one of
those magnificent September days. When we got back to my place I saw a
transformation in Robert. He was the boss and I was the sous chef. He took
care of the chicken and I was assigned to the onions. He watched me and
then very quickly said no and told me to stop. He reached in his bag that
he had brought and pulled out an 8" French chef's knife.

"Michael, here is the proper knife and I'll show you the correct way to
slice onions. He handed me the knife and showed me how to hold the onions
with my fingers but with the knuckles sticking out so the fingers were
tucked in, not waiting to be chopped off. Then he showed me the rocking
motion with the knife tip always touching the cutting board. By the end of
the onions, I felt as if I was a seasoned sous chef.

He gave me a smile and repeated my words of several weeks ago. "There that
was simple. Get your work done, junior staff." He said it as he pushed more
vegetables to me. We both exploded with laughter. There were depths here
that I was only beginning to find out about.

As he browned the chicken and then sauteed the onions, not fried I was
told. The kitchen took on a wonderful aroma that was comforting and
enticing.

When the dish was assembled and put in the oven, Michael insisted that we
clean up, saying that he liked to start fresh later with a clean kitchen to
make the potatoes and the beans. After clean up, we each took a glass of
the wine that the chicken was cooking in and Robert made a nice tray of
cheeses we had bought as an hors d'oeuvre. We sat in the living room
enjoying each others company and the smells coming out of the kitchen. The
meal was fantastic. We savoured it. It was such a good day that we decided
to repeat it next Saturday with the classic Boeuf Bourgignon from Julia
Child's recipe book. In addition, Robert asked if I would like to join him
and some friends for pool on Friday night. I hesitated but decided building
a good friendship with Robert was more important than a chance meeting at a
club, for this weekend anyway.

In mid week we had our Taekwando and another supper out on Thursday night
after a late night at work. I had a great time with his friends on Friday
night. His friends were a couple of years younger than me but we had the
same interests and they played a mean game of pool. I impressed them as I
won several games. We had some interesting discussions. One of his friends
was a civil servant and was extolling the need for regulation of greedy
companies. I listened with interest and finally, of course, could not keep
quiet.

"Jack, I don't disagree with needing regulation on health and safety and
some consumer protection but I find some of your statements a little off."
I could see some smiles around the table.

"What do you disagree with, Michael?"

"Well maybe I am a little sensitive but I see a small bias to control and
against business. You know that I work for a small computer software
company. We employ around 100 people. It is profit and competitiveness that
keeps us going. If we are not efficient, we lose money and then jobs. It
really is produce or fail. I see your point that there has to be
regulations but beware of over regulation. The market does cure a lot of
things." We were off on a 30 minute debate. It was like a tennis match but
it was not just Jack and I; others, including Robert, added to the back and
forth. The argument tapered off in good natured jests and comments. It was
Jack who finally said that it was a stimulating discussion and hoped that I
would be there to take my licks another time. I responded with back
slapping and I added that he had taken a few licks himself. The night ended
with laughs and good feelings.

"Michael, they really enjoyed you, especially Jack. He loves a good
discussion and you were his equal. Bravo." He put his arm around me in a
head lock and gave me knuckles to the side of my head. We both laughed with
gusto.

We repeated our routine on Saturday. Again it was a beautiful day and I
found myself just enjoying the day with my new friend. I even got a
compliment on my cutting and sauteing skills. The aroma was absolutely
enticing as the Bourgignon simmered for several hours. We had light hors
d'oeuvres and lots of wine. I introduced Robert to cribbage; he was a fast
learner. We ended up tied in games by the time the cooking was
finished. The meal was sumptuous and our after meal cognac put us in a very
mellow mood.

"Michael you never mention any females in your life."

I was immediately on the defensive. I gave him the usual that I dated but
just never seemed to make a connection. Work in the last few months had
been hectic (it had) and I just didn't have the time at present. I changed
the subject, I hoped gradually, and we decided on supper again next
Saturday. I said that I would come up with the menu and I would be the chef
and Robert would be the sous chef.

Robert was a little dizzy when he got up to leave. I suggested that he use
my couch. He phoned home just to let them know and I heard him tell his
father that he had had a great time and had a bit too much to drink. There
was good natured banter between him and his father. I envied that kind of
relationship; I didn't want to compare that to my family. Breakfast the
next morning was fun. I had gotten up early and prepared a nice table and
had everything ready when a bleary eyed Robert appeared over the top of the
couch.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in. Are you OK?"

"Yes, actually, I had a good sleep. Comfortable couch. I don't actually
feel hung over. Give me a second, I'm not exactly a morning person. I'll
get moving and be on my way."

"Not so fast. The sous chef has prepared, master, his breakfast. Go clean
up and get dressed and I shall be pleased to serve you."

He smiled his great smile and said that it wasn't necessary but thanks. He
ate with enthusiasm and I got more compliments. Along with our Taekwando
and a band that he and I were going to see with some of my friends, we were
both going to be very busy. Was this a mistake? I was enjoying this guy too
much. At least, we had a different relationship than with Sean. I would
have to get back to my plan very soon.

Business and human relations are always quixotic. An office meeting had
been called and we were all assembled on Tuesday after lunch. A situation
concerning my team's project came up. The client had requested an
additional feature to the release. After hearing the request, Randy quickly
spoke up and said that we should do it as they were a valued client; it was
an easy decision he maintained. Looks were exchanged between me, my boss
and Robert.  Other members of my team looked uncomfortable. I was just
about to respond when Robert spoke.

"I know that I am junior here but I think that we should look at this
closely."

"Robert what do you know about this?" Randy almost demanded with a
sarcastic undertone.

"Actually I have done a lot of the coding in the area that that request
would affect." He looked at the boss and asked if he could continue. The
boss nodded yes with a look of interest on his face.

"The release is in two weeks. We are on schedule but it is tight as usual;
we have built in time for conflicts and problems. We start our final
testing later this week. This request is not too difficult but it could
really screw up the code."

Randy interrupted. "Just say yes and if it causes problems, use that as an
excuse for being late."

"I don't like to work like that. There are too many software companies that
promise anything and get a bad name for not delivering on time or
delivering flaky releases. Bad business."

"What would be your course of action, Robert?"  My boss asked.

"I would phone them, explain the situation and make that request part of
our next release. I'd tell them that we want to meet our deadline and give
them the best possible product on time, with the specs we agreed to. In
fact, it is not too difficult and I would be prepared to work on it the
week after the release and give it to them as an extra for their great
support." Both myself and my boss nodded our approval.

Randy and some others not on our team were about to comment when the
President said that he had heard our thoughts and he would make the
decision. As the meeting ended, the President asked Mark, myself and Robert
to see him in his office now, if we had the time.

I heard Randy mutter to a friend that we were going to get our marching
orders and that we were gutless wonders.

As we walked down the hall to the President's office Robert asked, "Michael
what have I done? Have I really screwed up?"

I put my hand on his shoulder and simply said, "Not in my books. You spoke
very wise words, oh wise one." We both cracked up and the tension was
broken.

The President lost no time. He ran the kind of company that Robert had
spoken of and he was impressed with how Robert handled the situation. We
decided that this would be a great opportunity for Robert to test his
skills and make the call to our client. It was agreed, at Robert's request,
that I be on the line with him for backup.

Supper before Taekwando tasted better than usual. We seemed closer and
conversation just flowed.  The evening went well for both of us in our
sessions.

It was my turn on Saturday. When Robert arrived at my apartment, I realized
how close this guy had become. We seemed so natural together. I felt
relaxed and easy with him. Damn, another heterosexual friend. Back to my
plan next Friday without fail.

"Well Michael, you said it would be a surprise. What does the chef have
planned for dinner tonight?"

"I decided to make it a little easy as my first time; so I suggest rack of
lamb, ratatouille and petites pommes sauteed in butter and oil. Dessert is
a fine sorbet from the supermarket."

Michael's mouth opened but nothing came out and then he started to
laugh. "I have created a monster. You call that easy?"

"Well you'll have to do all the chopping for the ratatouille. Oh, I'll
clean the potatoes, cook them and saute them. The rack is almost ready to
go as I have it in the refrigerator covered with herbs marinating it
now. Let's go get the vegetables for the ratatouille and a good bottle of
wine."

We laughed and joked at the market. I ribbed him about his outburst at the
office meeting. He did stop me dead on the sidewalk when he told me that
the President had offered him a full time position. That had happened on
Friday after the client, Robert had phoned, had spoken to our President
about how impressed he was with Michael on the phone. He was impressed with
our companies attitude to business and deadlines. He apologized for his
man's pushing for a last minute addition. Suddenly, out of nowhere I was
giving Michael a hearty hug of congratulations. I wondered if it had lasted
a bit too long but Michael didn't seem upset or embarrassed.

I have to say that the meal was excellent and we were both very mellow from
good food, wine and fellowship. Towards the end of the evening, Robert
seemed a little keyed up as if something was bothering him but I assumed it
was the wine.

 We had been talking a little politics and had ventured on to social
conservative ideology. Suddenly out of almost nowhere Robert gave me a look
and asked, "Michael, where do you stand on gay marriage?"

"Stand, Robert?" I gave him a quizzical look. "I hope that I am not going
to upset some deep seated belief that you have. Gay marriage is legal
across the country; I accept it because it is correct and fair. Anyone who
is gay and wants to marry someone of the same sex should have equal rights
with non gay couples."

Robert seemed to compose himself and pull up his courage. "Michael I have
met someone." He stopped and looked at me.

It hit me like a blow to the stomach. I suddenly realized how much this guy
had come to mean to me. This potentially meant he would have no time for
me. I masked the pain that I was feeling, as much as I could, and simply
said, "I'm happy for you. My, you have been busy." I hoped I sounded happy.

"What do you mean?"

"We have been together a lot and I am surprised that you could manage that
and meet and fall for someone. You sure kept it to yourself."

"I had to keep it to myself. I had to figure things out." He paused as if
he were trying to find the right words. It was a long pause and I started
thinking about my plans for next Friday night. He spoke slowly and
softly. "Being with you a lot and meeting someone wasn't two separate
things. That's how I could do it." He relaxed, almost saying with his looks
that it was said, done and out in the open.

A lump formed in my throat as his meaning came clear in my fuzzy mind. I
was virtually speechless. My befuddled brain could only stammer out, "I
never thought that you were gay."

He started to laugh and that brought a smile to my face. "That's not
exactly the response I was expecting."

"What were you expecting?"

"I'm not sure. I suppose a comment on how you respected my feelings but you
couldn't reciprocate. Or perhaps a look and then a comment that I had
better leave and we could talk about it after you thought about it."

I decide to take my chance. He certainly had. This sudden situation had
clarified a lot in my mind. This opened a whole new vista. My plans for
change had changed in an instant. "Can I show you how I feel?" He shrugged
a yes.

I got up and walked over to him. I held out my hands and pulled him
up. While not letting go of his hands, I pulled him close and kissed him on
the lips. The look on his face was wonderful to watch. It morphed from
apprehension to surprise to relief and contentment. His body relaxed and I
could see a glow start in his face and spread to his eyes. When I saw the
first small drop of moisture form in the corner of his eyes, I broke the
kiss and gently kissed and licked the moisture away.

"Robert, this is so unexpected but certainly not unwelcome. I don't
advertise but I am gay. There I have said it. So if you are upset we can
leave it at that. I value your friendship too much not to be honest now."

"Oh, Michael, how could that bother me? I have done a lot of contemplation
over the last weeks. I knew that I was enjoying our time together more than
anything in the past. I now know why I have never made a connection with a
women. I suddenly realized that my fantasies often involve a man in some
way and increasingly they involve you." He stopped and looked directly in
my eyes. There was moisture starting in my eyes. "When you made your
comment about never making a connection with a woman a little while ago, my
thoughts came together and took a new path." He started to blush
deeply. "Where do we go from here?"

"In whatever direction you want but always at the speed you are comfortable
with. You have come to mean a lot to me in so many ways."

We had remained standing and Robert leaned over and resumed our kiss,
muttering that he liked this. I suddenly felt his tongue softly on my lips
so I opened them a bit. When his tongue met mine, I was in heaven. I find
that very sexually stimulating. From the moans from Robert so did he. My
hands traced the back of his head, down his back and I lightly cupped his
buttocks. In pulling him closer, I could feel that he was growing. I
separated us and looked at him from his eyes down to his crotch and back
up. I had a little smile on my face.

"Someone is happy?"

"That word isn't even close to what I am feeling. Ecstatic comes
closest. My life has taken on a new dimension and meaning."

"At some time, I'll tell you about my journey of the last weeks. You are my
unexpected, wonderful surprise. I too have been doing a lot of searching
and contemplation. I thought that you were off limits. Thank you so much
for having the courage to confront me." The kiss became passionate.

 We were still dressed but I put his hand on my cock as I put mine on
his. The pleasure radiated on his face.

"This is the first time I have done this since some adolescent
experimentation in my teens. You feel great and I am starting to feel very
good. Please don't stop."

I leered at Robert as I took off his shirt and t shirt. I had seen him at a
distance in the locker room at Taekwondo but this was the first real
look. His chest was defined and he had medium sized nipples. His chest was
covered with a light covering of hair that narrowed to a trail to the top
of his pants.  I love men with hairy chests. There is so much to work
with. I ran my hand through his hair to his delight. It was when I ran my
hand over the tip of his nipple, I knew we shared a lot. He shivered and
moaned. Just like me! He reached over and before I knew it, I had a bare
chest and my nipples were being teased. After several minutes, I could take
it no longer.

"Robert, I said we would go at your rate. Do you want to go any further
tonight?"

He asked softly that I take his pants off. To me it always fascinating when
you first see a partner totally naked. Robert was exceptional. His body
tapered from an well formed chest to a narrow waist. His rigid cock was
wonderful. It was a beautiful shape with a large, beautifully shaped head
and it stood out at more than a 45 degree angle. The tip already had a
little pearl at the tip. His balls were not large but were hanging down a
bit. They had a little hair on them. Oh and he had lovely, soft hair on his
legs. I won't even start on his ass but it was very fine.

"Now I get the show." He said as he began to unzip my pants and force them
and my shorts down to the floor. I was left naked, rigid and wet." He
surveyed me from head to toes. "Really nice.

I guided him over to the couch. When we were seated, I started to kiss him
again and then lightly run my fingers over his balls and inner thigh. His
sighs and moans indicated that he was in a very erotic place. His cock had
started to leak. I opened his legs wide for easier access and he did the
same to me. Our hands were all over each other for a many minutes. Finally,
as we were kissing I used his precum to lube his very rigid cock and use my
fist up and down.

"I'm not going to last."

"It is OK. Keep it simple for now, enjoy the ride. We have lots of time."

He threw his head back as I knelt in front of him using one hand to touch
him all over and the other to jack his cock in different rhythms and
firmness. He suddenly moaned and I could see him stiffen up and his balls
start to draw up. His first shot hit his chest and succeeding ones tapered
off down his stomach until it was just oozing out. He opened his eyes with
wonder and contentment.

"Just wait and let the glow take you." I told him

"But you haven't ...."

"It's OK. I know you and my time will come. Just relax and enjoy all the
sensations." I sat beside him and put my arms around him and kissed him
again. I caressed his body lightly.

A few minutes later, he looked at me, "Now, your turn."

I was surprised. He put his hand up to his chest and gathered semen into
his hand and then used it to lubricate me as he used his fist on my very
hard cock. With one hand working my nipples and the other moving up and
down my very sensitive cock which was very tender as it was so hard, I
didn't last long. Soon he was admiring the amount of cum I had released as
far as my chin. I think I swore as I released.

"Can you stay?"

"I told my parents that if I wasn't in by 11:00 that I was using your couch
again."

"You can't use my couch! It is not available."

"OK then, your bed it is. Let's have a shower. You certainly need one."

"You did this to me." I laughed indignantly. "To the shower." I added
joyfully.

We got clean but we were also hard again by the time we came out. I wanted
to go slowly. I asked Robert about his decision to approach me. It turns
out it had been of a bit spur of the moment. He had enjoyed the day so much
and he said that he suddenly realized how much our relationship meant to
him and how he just didn't connect with women the way he had with me. I was
touched. We held each other and drifted off to sleep.

When I woke in the morning, I looked up to see Robert on his side looking
at me with a contented smile.

"I like waking up beside you." He said.

"No second thoughts or regrets?" His eyes opened in surprise and shook his
head with a no. "I'm so glad you like waking beside me. Strangely, Robert,
at some point yesterday, I asked myself why all the interesting,
intelligent, sexy ones were straight. To be a little less romantic, I need
to use the bathroom. Want to join me? We both got up with no embarrassment
even with two very erect penises. He touched mine and said nice.

When we came out of the bathroom, he asked, "What does a man taste like?"
He was looking at and lightly holding my erect cock.

"For me, great. Each man tastes a little different, some better than others
but so far, all good and interesting."

He put his arm around me and guided me back to bed.

"Oh not had enough, tiger?" I asked with a smile.

"Well, I do have to something about that." He pointed at and fingered my
hard cock and then my balls. "Teach me Michael?"

I started kissing his face then proceeded to his chest and nipples, his
bellybutton and finally I took his balls in my mouth. After rolling them
around in my mouth and using my tongue, I came off and with my tongue I
licked the head of his cock. I took it lightly in my mouth and ran my
tongue around it and sucked gently. "There is the first lesson."

He pulled me up and kissed me with passion and then repeated everything
that I had done. As he left my bellybutton, I commented. "Don't forget that
since our last shower there has been a lot of action, if you don't like the
taste, stop and we can shower. For some it is an acquired taste."

I watched him closely as he licked the head of my cock and then, to my
surprise, deliberately put his tongue in the slit. His eyes closed as he
sucked the head and he moaned his pleasure.

His head came up and there was a lovely smile. "I have acquired the
taste. The nectar of the gods."

I grabbed him and kissed him deeply. It was only matter of seconds and we
were in a 69, with hands everywhere. This man was a quick learner and a
good mimic. I finally warned him that I was going to cum. I stopped and
told him that we should finish on our bodies until we were tested. I felt
as if there volts of electricity flashing through my groin. He yelled as he
erupted all over my neck and chest. I came in litres over his chest. I
didn't care how messy we were, I turned around pressed our bodies together
and kissed him in the after glow of one the most passionate orgasm I had
ever had.

"Robert, no that is too formal. Rob you are an amazing lover."

"Mike I now know what has been missing."

"Rob, it is not just what we have done. Yesterday, I kept thinking all day
with regret that I felt so close to you, so comfortable and in tune with
you. The regret was that I could not be as close as I wanted; you were
heterosexual. I am so lucky that you took the chance."

We lay embracing each other and when we finally broke apart. I suggested a
shower together. It was even more romantic than last night. We soaped each
other thoroughly in the most intimate parts with no qualms from Rob. In
fact it was clear that he was very sensitive when I washed his buttocks and
let my fingers wash his cleft. Some things to try at a later
date. Breakfast was a delight with the light, random touches by two new
lovers. We were hard for most of breakfast. We took each other in the
kitchen after breakfast. I commented that we were making up for lost
time. He added that we could continue that for as long as I wanted. When he
left late in the afternoon, I instantly missed him.

I solved the nicest problem that I had had in a long time. What do you say
to your new lover when you see him for the first time at work?

I saw Rob down the hall. As he saw me, he had a wonderful smile on his
face. I stopped when I got to him and I asked out loud. "Hi Rob, have a
good weekend?"

"One of the best! You?"

"Could not have been better." As we moved past each other I said in a low
whisper. "Missed you this morning."

He whispered back. "Stop. You'll make me hard thinking about the weekend."

Our hands did brush each other as we walked on. And so our relationship
started in public. Both of us went at noon hour to be tested and have a
bite to eat. We felt easy and comfortable. We agreed to meet on Tuesday as
usual for supper. He chose an out of the way restaurant and he said that he
could stay over on Tuesday night if the couch was available. Again I told
him that the couch was not available but I could think of an
alternative. My heart and groin reacted to that conversation. Luckily we
were busy at work both Monday and Tuesday as we were into our final days
before final testing was to start on the new release. I had to stay late on
Monday night with a small problem that had cropped up.

At supper on Tuesday, Rob surprised me. He grabbed my hand and caressed it
as we sat down at the table.

"Mike, I missed you a lot more than I thought I would." I smiled.

We had a great night at Taekwando. I was not anticipating the Rob I took
back to my apartment. When the door closed behind us, he turned and backed
me against the door and aggressively started to kiss me. He had my jacket
and shirt off in less than a minute. His hands were over my chest and
nipples as his tongue duelled with mine. A minute more and my pants were
off and I was naked.

"That's better." He sighed. "Now for what I really want." He knelt in front
of me.

"Don't you want me to shower first?"

"I want you, sweat and the day's activities be damned. I told you it was
the nectar of the gods." His mouth was on the head of my cock alternatively
licking and sucking. I thought that I would lose it instantly. He must have
noticed my tensing up. He stopped and went for my balls. They were wet and
I was feeling so good when he finished with them. I put my arms down and
pulled him up. I turned him around and with protests, I marched him to the
bedroom, turning on the dim night light. I stripped him faster than he had
stripped me. I shoved him onto the bed and aggressively licked and sucked
his nipples, pulled the hair on his chest. I opened his legs wide and
stroked the hair on his thighs. I thought that he would not stopped
squirming and moaning when I put fingers down his crack and circled his
rosebud many times. I finally lay on top of him and kissed him. I hadn't
touched his cock.

"Is this the Robert Jackson that I know or an imposter? Where is the quiet,
introspective, scholarly man that I met a month ago? By the way that is not
a complaint."

"You have released the real me. I was waiting to be released and to ravish
my chosen one." We both laughed.

With that he threw me off and quickly had my cock in his mouth. He didn't
have the experience to deep throat me but he sucked me like a vacuum
cleaner. When his finger was at my hole, I moaned and warned him a minute
later that I was close. When his finger went a fraction into my hole, I
warned him that I was cumming. Luckily, just as I came out of his mouth, it
started with the electricity in the groin and huge shots of semen covered
his face and neck.

"Nice splatter pattern." I commented. With that, I did what he had done to
me and in equally short time, he commented on the nice splatter pattern on
me. He pulled me up and we went to the bathroom to look. We both oohed and
aahed at the splatter patterns, broke out laughing at the silliness,
cleaned up and kissed deeply.

"Damn, you have to go home."

"No, remember I said that I could stay over; it has been taken care of.
Come to bed."

We did a lot more that night and early the next morning. I could hardly
wait until our tests came back. We could be even freer. I let Rob leave
earlier than me for the office and we arrived about 15 minutes apart. One
of my friends commented that I looked a little tired. I told him that for
some reason I hadn't gotten a lot of sleep. I could see Rob down the
corridor smiling an innocent smile. My god, if they only knew how that
innocent smile was not very innocent.

To be continued, the next chapter in Michael's journey is being written.

If you liked this story, you might want to read the others that I have
published on Nifty. In particular, Unexpected Change has had the most
positive comments.

Unexpected Change, Nifty, College, April 16, 2011
Friendship, Nifty, Adult Friends, May 20, 2011
Surprising Last Year at University, Nifty, College, June 9, 2011
Murder Changed My Life, Nifty, Beginnings, July 8, 2011
What is Love?, Nifty, Beginnings, August 31, 2011