Date: Sat, 25 Oct 2008 15:17:11 +0000
From: hankster1430@bellsouth.net
Subject: Old Acquaintance  Short story

Hi y'all.  My name is Bobby.  I guess since I've reached the ripe old age
of thirty, I should start asking people to call me Bob.  I'm a good ole
southern boy, who somehow found his way to The Big Apple, New York City.  I
practice law in this urban jungle and I love every minute of my life.  It
wasn't always so!

It's a big deal, moving from a small rural town in Georgia to the big city,
but it had to be done and a guy's got to do what a guy's got to do.  What I
had to do was get out of town as soon as I possibly could.  I went to New
York University for my undergraduate work, and never returned to Georgia.
From New York University I went directly to law school at Columbia
University, and I started to work for a large law firm right after
graduation. My visits to Georgia are very limited now, and I usually go
there only around Christmas time.

It wasn't my parents I wanted to get away from.  It was the town.  Actually
my parents are great.  They paid my tuition through college and law school
and let me know that it was an honor for them to do so, not a burden.  They
always stood behind me, even when I came out to them.  They were always my
biggest fans and supporters.  I have to wonder why.

Life was awkward for me all through elementary, middle and high school.  I
was skinny, short, pimply and an all around nerd.  But apparently my folks
loved me enough to try to keep bolstering my self esteem.  I was easy
pickings for every bully in school.  Then in high school it became obvious
to a contingent of aggressive bullies that I was gay.  I hate telling about
the indignities I suffered from then on.  As just a single example, the
worst indignity I suffered was when five big guys stripped me in the school
boys' room.  They all pissed on me, and one shit on me, leaving me dirty
and crying on the tile floor.  Are you getting a clear picture of my need
to exit town and quickly?

One of my tormenters was Mike Callahan.  Here's where I must make a
confession and tell you my life long secret.  I fell in love with Mike in
kindergarten.  We became friends and played together every day after
school.  I could never tell him how much I loved him.  We remained friends
until we entered high school.  By that time, Mike had become a hunk and I
had only grown uglier.

In high school he wanted nothing to do with me and avoided me like the
plague.  I couldn't have him as a lover, of course, but my fantasies ran
amok.  I gleefully whacked off several times a day imagining that he was
fucking me or sucking me or vice versa.  Oh Mike, if you ever knew what
joys I could bring to your beautiful body, you might have been kinder.  I
have always believed that I would take this secret to the grave.

Let me tell you what happened to me once I got out of Georgia.  First of
all, I made it my mission in life to lose my southern accent.  Then without
any effort at all, I grew to be six feet two inches tall.  I worked out in
the gym every chance I could get, and my tall frame became hard and ripped.
Best of all, my acne disappeared.  The bottom line is that I became a hunk.
I even played football in college.  I still fantasized every night that I
was in bed with Mike, but little by little the Mike fantasy stopped, and I
lived in the moment.  Fuck you, Mike Callahan, and eat your heart out!

I was in my twelfth year away from Georgia, and in my fifth year in the law
firm.  One wonderful, wonderful morning, Mr. Becker, the senior partner in
the firm, called me into his office.  He had me sit comfortably on the
other side of his desk.  He started by reciting a litany of my
accomplishments and let me know how valuable I was to the firm.  Then he
smiled, stuck out his hand and told me that I was being offered a junior
partnership.  How quickly I advanced to senior partner was all up to me.
Of course I thanked him profusely.  Then he did something very atypical for
him.  When I stood up to leave, he stood up too.  He threw his arms around
me and gave me a bear hug.  That lasted a moment and then we were all
business again.

I immediately called my parents.  They were thrilled for me and kept
telling me how proud they were of my accomplishments.  It was all I could
do to get them off the phone.  Then I called my very best friend, Matt
Finch.  His cell phone took my message and he called me back in about
twenty minutes.  Matt teaches drama at the City College of New York, and it
seems he's always in class when I call.  Matt said that my news called for
a celebration ON HIM, and we agreed to meet at our favorite watering hole
at 9 PM.  Unfortunately, he had a rehearsal of a Tennessee Williams play
that his drama students were preparing for presentation.  He hoped he could
make it by nine, or 9:30 at the latest, he promised.

Let me digress a moment and tell you about Matt.  I met Matt in my first
class on my first day at NYU.  I was still the nerdy hick from Georgia and
Matt was a bit of an outcast himself.  He stood about 5'9" tall and was a
good fifteen pounds overweight, but not fat.  He was far from handsome, but
he wasn't ugly either.  What he lacked in physical appearance he made up in
personality.  I myself never had that ability.  His face bore a perpetual
smile which formed the cutest dimples.  He was upbeat and brought everyone
around him up to his level.  He was sharp and witty and became popular even
though he had been shunned in high school just as I had been.  I became
more popular just by associating with him.

We both lingered a moment after class that first day.  I know for sure we
recognized each other as kindred outcast souls.  We introduced each other
and simply said, "See ya tomorrow."  It was a very unpromising beginning.

Matt and I spoke to each other for a few minutes every day before and after
class for about the first five weeks. Then we would go our separate ways.
Finally one day, I screwed up my courage and asked Matt if he would like to
have a drink with me this evening and maybe a burger at Burger King.  His
eyes just illuminated and I could see the light of his joy diffuse through
his whole body.  At that moment this chubby little guy looked as cute as
any guy I had ever fantasized about.  "Easy Bob," I had to tell myself.
"He's straight!"

From that day on, we saw a lot of each other.  We had our fast food dinners
together almost every night; had an occasional drink at a local pub;
studied together in the school library; and then returned to our separate
dorm rooms.

After the first semester my room mate dropped out of school and Matt was
able to move in with me.  It was a great move for both of us because we had
become best friends.  We got to see each other naked since we both slept in
the buff.  He was nothing special.  If anything, he was a little below
average.  But I got to see his morning woodies and realized that he grew
substantially to a very respectable size.  I was at least half again larger
than he and we joked about it a lot.  By the way we were both circumcised.
What I loved most about him were his love handles.  I began to fantasize
making love to Matt and squeezing his love handles as I shot my load.  It
was an effort to force myself to give up thinking that way about him.

One fateful day Matt told me that he had been invited to a friend's
birthday party and he couldn't have dinner with me that night.  I myself
could not get over how lost I felt.  I asked Matt if there was any chance I
could tag along, and he said that it would not be possible this time.  I
asked why, and he said that he would tell me someday, but not tonight.

After Matt left I was feeling pretty lonely.  At this time I had not yet
had any sexual experiences with a male or a female for that matter.
Through the grapevine I had heard about a gay bar not too far from the
university.  At this point I didn't care if I ran into any students I knew.
I was ready to come out and lose my virginity.  I dressed in what I thought
was appropriate attire for a gay bar, a tee shirt with cut off sleeves, a
pair of tight jeans and flip flops. I put on a stylish leather jacket, and
off I went to The University Club.

The place was dimly lit and I had to stand just inside the entrance for a
while until my eyes became accustomed to the dark.  I finally spotted what
appeared to be the bar and I meandered over to it.  At this point in my
life I was almost full grown, but I was still a skinny bean pole.  I still
had acne and I still wore glasses.  Contacts were in my future.  I found a
seat at the bar and ordered a gin and tonic.  The bartender carded me.
Nobody was pushing through the crowd trying to meet me so I sat quietly by
myself looking around and getting a sense of New York's "gay scene."

After awhile I heard a lot of laughter coming from a large table not too
far from the bar.  I looked over and saw about ten guys seated around the
table.  One of them was opening gifts.  Obviously it was a birthday party,
and all the gifts were gags.  With each opening they all burst into
laughter.  After opening each gift, the birthday boy got up and kissed the
gift's giver.

The fifth gift he opened turned out to be an oversized dildo.  It was at
least a foot long and as wide around as a good size salami.  Everyone at
the table was hysterical and I laughed too.  The birthday boy got up and
walked over to the friend who had given him the dildo and my heart stopped
beating.  It was Matt.

Dear sweet Matt.  Dear unattractive Matt.  Dear man, who had grown to mean
so much to me, Matt was gay.  I realized that he thought I was straight,
and that's why he didn't want me tagging along this evening.  I panicked
and ran from the bar and straight back to our room.  I was in a dilemma.
Should I tell him that I knew or should I wait for him to come out to me?
Should I come out to him?

I ran to the showers and let the hot water cleanse my body as if my mind
could be cleansed also, and I would somehow know what to do.  When Matt
came home, just a wee bit tipsy, I said and did nothing, and life continued
as it had.  We were still just good friends.

I could not live much longer knowing he was gay, wanting him, and doing
nothing about it.  Every night as he lay snoring lightly in the bed across
the room from me, I began to fantasize making love to him.  My cock would
rise to the occasion and as silently as possible, I whacked off, catching
my jism in some paper toweling I had put under my pillow.  If Matt ever
jacked off, I was unaware of it.  I never heard him or caught him at it.  I
shouldn't be surprised.  I was being just as cautious.

One night madness came over me.  I heard his near quiet snoring, and knew
he was asleep.  I got out of bed and crept cautiously into his bed.  There
was hardly room for both of us.  I nestled against him like two spoons in a
drawer.  My hard cock pressed against his naked ass and my arm went around
him.  I took this opportunity to squeeze his adorable love handles ever so
lightly.  Then I reached further down and wrapped my hand around his limp
cock.  I thought he was still asleep but I heard him murmur, "Thank you,
Lord."

We both fell asleep that way and never even made love that night, but oh,
the next morning we consummated our love and I have never looked back
since.  We missed our morning classes in favor of sucking and fucking until
we were so exhausted we missed our afternoon classes as well.  Thinking
back on it now, I am grateful that my first time was with such a caring and
thoughtful lover as my Matt.

As long as I am in a confessing mood, I must confess that the first couple
of times I made love to Matt, I fantasized that he was Mike Callahan.  As
my love for Matt grew exponentially, that fantasy disappeared forever.


The night of my promotion, I changed into my "bar attire" and started out
for The University Club.  Matt and I had agreed to meet at the bar so when
I got there I knew immediately that I had arrived first.  If I knew Matt,
and I knew him well, I would be lucky if he showed up before 10:30.  Things
were so different for me now at the Club.  Friends kept coming over to give
me a kiss or a hug or both and to ask me how I was doing.

I headed for the bar, and I tried to save the seat next to me for Matt.
Good looking guys kept coming over trying to put the make on me, but I told
them all to buzz off.  I was waiting for a friend.  In the darkened room, I
couldn't see any of them until they actually sat down next to me.  Then I
heard a voice say, "Hey handsome, are you alone?"

My brain began to clang.  I knew that voice, knew it well, right down to
the southern drawl, but I couldn't place it.  I looked up and right into
the eyes of Mike Callahan.  I would know him anywhere.  He was as handsome
as ever.  His blue eyes were piercing right through my heart, which was
being challenged to continue beating.

"Yes, I'm alone," I said, and he sat down in the seat I was holding for
Matt.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he offered me.

"Not yet," I answered.  "I'm still nursing this one.  You don't recognize
me do you?" I asked.

"No.  Should I?  Did we ever get together?"

"Hardly," I answered and began to laugh.  "Think back to high school.  Do
you remember Bobby Rogers?"

"A sneer came across Mike's face.  "Sure I do," he said.  "What an ugly
little nerd.  Did you know him too?"

"Pretty well," I answered.  "You're talking to him."  I wish I could have
photographed the look on Mike's face at that moment.

"I don't believe it," he finally managed to say.  "When I knew you in high
school you were skinny and pimply faced.  Now you look like a Greek God.
You are so hot, man.  The transition is remarkable."

"I know," I answered.  "I'm at least a foot taller.  In college I started
exercising and I lived on protein diets.  You didn't know me in college,
but I played football there."  Mike looked at me in astonished awe.

"Why did you stop being my friend back then?" I asked.  "I really had the
hots for you."

"I must have been a major jerk," Mike answered.  "You know there's a lot of
peer pressure in high school.  If I was to remain with the in group, there
was no room for you."  He said that as if it was a universal truth.

"Hey, that's all water under the bridge," I declared.  "Let's talk about
now."

"You grew up to be one hot dude, Bobby," Mike said.  Then with a wink of
his eye he added.  "I saw your tiny weenie in the boys' room, but I'd sure
like to see that cock of yours now."

"There's an empty table over there.  Let's grab it," I said, "then you can
reach under the table and feel for yourself, handsome.  Nobody will see and
if they did, they wouldn't care.  Not in this joint anyway."  We sat down
at the table and Mike lost no time in taking me up on my offer.  When he
managed to get my cock out through my fly it was hard and throbbing with
desire.  I hated myself for it, but I realized that I was still hot for
Mike.

Mike's eyes got a look of pleading in them, and he said, "Let's go
someplace where we can do this right."

"My cock is so hard, I'll never be able to stand up," I replied.  "Let's
just sit here for awhile and talk a bit.  Tell me what you would like us to
do together, handsome."

Mike giggled.  Under the table he continued to stroke my exposed cock.

"That's nice," I said, "but I don't want to start something here in a
public place. I still want to know what you would like us to do."

Mike giggled again.  The question had made him very self conscious, but he
cleared his throat and said, "I want us to suck each other and fuck each
other, but not in ordinary ways.  I want us to find new and innovative ways
to do it.  Oh Bobby, you are the hottest guy I have ever seen.  I can't
wait for us to fuck our brains out together.  I thank the gods that we ran
into each other again.  Please let's get out of here before I explode."

"Don't be so impatient.  The night is young," I said.

"I'll try to be patient, but it's going to be hard," Mike replied.

Just then Matt approached the table and called out to me.  I jumped up and
embraced him.  Mike was confused and appalled. The guy I kissed was
overweight by at least twenty pounds, and worst of all, he was balding.
His face was very plain, and he had a couple of zits on his forehead.  He
had obviously come from work because he was wearing a tie.  For some reason
it irked Mike that the man seemed to be successful.  Mike wondered why the
hell a hot looking guy like me was being so nice to this loser.  He sat
back and waited for me to get rid of him.  He hoped I would fail to
introduce him to this freak.

I looked at Mike with a sly smile and said, "I'd like you to meet my
partner, Matt. I love him for every bit of the man he is, and for the
beauty that is inside of him.  I couldn't exist without this man.  I hope
someday you can learn to look inside a man's soul to find his beauty, and
not just judge him by his physical appearance."

Mike's jaw dropped down.  He actually said, "No way! You're pulling my
leg."

In answer to that insult, Matt and I walked away from Mike, heading for a
group of men that Mike had always considered to be an elite bunch of hunks.
He had been trying to crash their enclave forever, but they didn't seem to
want to let him in.  He watched as everyone in the group embraced Matt and
me.  He kept his eyes on us all evening and his whole body cringed when the
entire group raised their champagne glasses to toast me on my promotion and
my success.

I would like to think that Mike learned a lesson that night and that he
will someday be able to find true love.  I tell you this in all sincerity.
I wish him no ill will.