Date: Tue, 6 Jul 2004 06:44:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dane Bruebeck <dowtheory2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: Symmetry Part 2

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 				Symmetry-2
Evan's Story

	After the telling moment in the squash court, Evan spent the large
part of the day at work cooped up in his office.  He hated being this
way. He had always prided himself for being a confident and straightforward
kind of guy.  Wouldn't everyone laugh if they knew that hunky Evan Shaw was
hiding in his office?  It was already 4:30PM and he had succeeded in
avoiding Ron.  Sure, the two friends had said hello to each other in the
morning but during their mid-morning coffee break, Ron had not shown up so
Evan had been saved the embarrassment of a meeting.  Then at lunch time, he
made excuses to the guys about having to finish up a project because he
knew Ron would also be at the usual sandwich shop.

	Avoidance was the best principle according to Evan.  How was he
supposed to deal with this situation?  He obviously could not say to Ron
"Hey, I figure you should know this, lately, I find myself getting hard
anytime I am within two feet of you.  This thing just hit me from left
field.  You know how it is."  It was just inconceivable.  No sane human
being could be so honest.  Brutal honesty had its dangers- it could lead to
violence, pain, shame, isolation, ridicule, the list was endless.  However,
he had caught glimpses of Ron around the office floor.  As usual, Ron
looked rambunctious and hearty as ever.  Obviously he was not suffering the
same affliction as Evan was.

	Questions that plagued him repeatedly rushed through his mind as he
sat behind his desk.  Did this mean he was gay? Was he bi? Was he still
straight? Did it matter?  How come he had never been so attracted to other
men before?  Evan admitted to himself that he had always found the male
body intriguing.  He had enjoyed hitting on women and ogling at their
breasts and had done his fair share of admiring their unthreatening
features but at the back of his mind he had always thought their bodies a
bit excessive.  Over the years, when he had caught himself noticing the
minimalist bodies of his male counterparts in college or at the gym, he
rationalized that he was just appreciating good form.  He was secure enough
in his manhood to notice good looks on guys, he always told himself.

	That is why this craziness over Ron scared the hell out of him.
Evan knew he did not notice Ron with the same detachment as he had other
men.  Ron was a different story.  Evan wanted to look at him, touch him,
hold Ron's body into his own and receive pleasure from it.

	He heard a familiar knock and lifted his head to see his best
friend's head peering through the door.  Evan felt the back of his ears and
nape heat up intensely.  The effect of his lusty day dreams and now the
subject of those very scandalous dreams materializing in the flesh threw
him off for a moment.  Ron must have noticed.

"Is now a bad time?  Coz I can come by later," Ron said.

"No, no, come in.  Just trying to catch up with stuff."  Evan said.

"So, is everything all right? I haven't seen you around today," Ron
ventured taking the empty seat on the opposite side of Ron's office table.

"Man, too much work.  Mr. A stuck me with those quarterly reports again.
The guy has some kind of evil ploy to kill me with work," Evan answered
trying as much as he could to ignore the sexy and careless way Ron pushed
the chair back as he sat and stretched his legs all the way out in front of
him.

"Dude, that guy just loves you.  Maybe he is test driving you for a
promotion.  Anyway, nice to see you.  I was beginning to think you were
avoiding me," Ron said averting his eyes.

"No way, buddy.  Never.  So, how did dinner go with your folks last night?"
Evan inquired.

"Well, my mum is still sulking over the fact that I never called Jen back
for a second date." Ron stated a funny look taking over his face.

	They looked across the table at each other and they both burst out
laughing.  The "Jen story" never failed to rouse bone-cracking laughter out
of them.  Jen Cook was this tall, gorgeous brunette whom Ron had been
forced to meet by his mum a month ago.  Apparently, Jen's and Ron's mother
had met at the yoga center and shared the frustration of their single and
unattached single children.  Ron' mother had twisted Ron's hand until he
agreed to go on a date with "the sweet girl" (his mum's words).

	The date had been disaster.  Jen had showed up 30 minutes late
looking sweet, innocent and as pretty as Ron had expected.  They had shared
a conversationless dinner at some trendy restaurant downtown.  After
dinner, Ron had stupidly suggested that they get a couple of drinks at the
restaurant's downstairs bar and there, the night had taken a turn for the
worse.  After the first strong drink, Ron noted that his date seemed to
relax a bit.  Then, Jen proceeded to guzzle up drink after drink, after
drink.  She got louder and rowdier the more she drank and when Ron
suggested that it was time to leave; she had stomped off to the bathroom
clumsily.  The lounge was getting busier and people had started to dance in
the little crowded space.  Ron looked around for his date and was surprised
to find Jen gyrating her lithe body on the bar with a throng of drunken men
cheering her.

"Hey, Morty isn't that Shania from "Titties Palace" on Riverbank?" he heard
a guy ask behind him pointing at Ron's now almost topless date.

"Yeah, that's her all right.  I could pick out her face and that body
anywhere." he heard Morty reply and he had seen the two guys hurry to watch
the spectacle.

	The strange turn of events was further heightened when he heard the
bartender call for security to throw out the stripper because "this was not
a fucking strip club"!  Ron was shocked.  His mum had set him up on a date
with an alcoholic stripper.

"Did you tell her why you will not be calling Jen?" Evan asked still
laughing.

"I actually thought about it.  Next time, I swear I'll just say," Ron
cleared his throat, attempted a serious face and stood up from his chair
dramatically. "Mum, I will not be calling Miss Cook because we somehow did
not click.  Let's see, she is stripper at a place called "Titties", plus
she has a little drinking problem, plus I am not sure what her name is, Jen
or Shania."

"Dude, I can just see your mum's face." Evan said shaking his head and
still reeling with laughter.  He had also stood up from the desk and he
proceeded to put his hand on Ron's shoulder in an effort to make him stop
making him crack up so hard.

	Slowly, they stopped laughing and their eyes watched each others
open grins.  Evan noticed Ron's eyes look intently into his own and he
could not and most importantly, did not want to drag his eyes from his
friend's green orbs.  Evan's hand on his best friend's shoulder was not
helping either.  Evan felt as if he was attached to a live wire and the
current was running through him over and over again.  Ron's brow furrowed
as he stared into Evan's eyes questioningly.  Evan transmitted back the
answer he hoped Ron was looking for and he felt himself pulled into the
breath-taking heat of his friends embrace. The room was filled with an
impervious tension and Evan was aware of nothing but their hastened
breathing and the rise and fall of Ron's chest against his own. Now there
was nothing between them and their eyes held in the heated space between.

	Unable to resist, Evan pulled Ron's hard body even tighter against
his own and moved his hand onto the back of Ron's neck in an effort to pull
him into his own body.  Evan almost died when his hardening cock crushed
against another similarly hard object.  Closing his eyes tightly in an
effort to contain his urge to scream out his pleasure, Evan heard himself
groan inwardly.  The heat emanating from Ron's tented pants filled Evan
with lust and he pushed even closer in an effort to press his hard, erect
tool tighter against Ron's.  Nothing had prepared him for this eventuality.
It was better than he had imagined.  The closeness was exhilarating.

"Evan..." he heard Ron whisper his name in a husky whisper. "Evan. . . I
think . . .  someone might. . ."

	Immediately, reality hit Evan.  They were in his office, in broad
day light where anyone could walk in at any moment.  It must have dawned on
Ron too because they pulled away from their hot embrace at exactly the same
time.

"I don't..." Evan started.  He was flustered, he was shocked, and his cock
was as hard as it had ever been in his whole 26 years.

"Maybe, I. . ." Ron attempted running his hands through his hair and
looking upwards as if the answers were scribbled on the ceiling.

"Ron . . .I have no idea. . ." Evan wanted to say he had no idea what had
happened but that was a lie.  He knew full well what had happened: they had
shared a moment, a deeply erotic moment and he wanted more of such.

"Ssshhhh, don't say anything.  Not now.  We should talk." Ron said sounding
firm and confident.

"Yes," Evan replied feigning composure.  If Ron was man enough to handle
this thing, Evan knew he had to do the same.

"Well, I better get back to work." Ron stated as he turned around and
walked out of the office.


Ron's story

	Ron sat on the couch in his apartment staring at his phone.  He had
left his office promptly at 6 o'clock and drove to his apartment as if it
was an oasis and he a dying man.  The blatantly sexually charged embrace in
Evan's office had left him in a state of utter confusion.  On the one hand,
he feared the ramifications that might befall him for such improper
actions; on the other hand, he was overwhelmed by the aroused state of his
being.  His cock still twitched and jumped at the thought of Evan.  On the
drive home, with images of Evan in his mind, his cock had leaked profusely
and incessantly. In fact, as soon as he had entered the privacy of his
apartment, he had been forced to pull down his work pants and massage his
painfully erect member.  The memory of the embrace with Evan fueled his
passion causing him to moan and groan loudly.  He came with Evan's name
bursting forth from the core of his being.  He had remained slumped on the
sofa still wearing his oxford shirt and tie and with his dress pants around
his ankles quaking from the frenzied orgasm.

	Now, one hour later, showered and dressed in his jeans and t-shirt,
Ron sat looking at the phone and contemplating his next move.  He knew for
a fact that he had to call his best friend.  He just had no idea what he
would say to the voice on the other side of the line.  Taking a deep
breath, he picked up his phone and dialed Evan's number.

"Hey. Evan?" Ron said as soon as the phone was picked up on the other side.

"Ron?"  Evan asked.

"I just wanted to call.  You know, to see how things are going with you."
Ron said cursing himself inwardly for the lousy beginning.

"Ah. . . well, I'm fine.  How about you?"  Evan asked in a rather quiet
voice.

"Well, I'm fine.  Just getting ready to have dinner." Ron responded again
admonishing himself for the senseless banter.  The line was silent and Ron
could feel the tension rise.

"The twins are coming over for dinner.  They should be here any minute."
Evan said.

"That's cool." Ron said.

"Yeah. Um..." Evan said after a long empty pause.

"So. . .um.." Ron tried to pull the words out but he was speechless.

"Well, I guess I'll see you at work tomorrow," Evan said after a seemingly
long pause.

"Yeah...I guess so.  Wait!" Ron said sensing that Evan was going to hang
up. "Evan, about what happened in your office... I've been thinking about
that."  In fact, Ron had thought of nothing else but the power of Evan's
touch.

"You too huh?" Evan said with relief in his voice.

"Evan, what happened in your office?" Ron asked in a low hushed tone.

"Well, we were laughing so hard one minute and the next...the next we're in
each other's arms and...." Evan replied slowly as if he was replaying the
encounter as he spoke.

	Ron felt his cock get hard at the breathlessness and softness of
Evan's voice.  The phone against his ear felt hot and heavy in his hand.
He closed his eyes and forced himself to remain calm.

"And...and...it wasn't a normal hug...like from before... and I felt you
against me..." Evan continued unaware of the escalating desire brought
about by his husky voice.

"Evan...I have to see you.  We have to talk about this.  Not over the phone
though. Come over?" Ron knew he had to stop this conversation before he was
forced to pull his cock out and jerk it like crazy.  Evan was above all
else his dearest friend and their friendship deserved utmost care.

"Cece is bringing the twins any minute now.  It's too late to beg off."
Evan said his voice regaining its normal tone. "Ron, I agree, we do need to
talk.  I don't want us to ruin what we have but maybe there is more . . . I
don't know what this means."

"Before you hang up, I have one question." Ron asked.  He needed to find
out for the sake of his sanity.  "Evan, did you like what we did?" There,
he had asked and he held his breath waiting for the answer from the other
end.  And it came to him, exactly as he wanted it.

"Yes."