Date: Thu, 15 May 2014 15:39:18 -0400
From: preecherdave@gmail.com
Subject: Unexpected 5

Unexpected 5

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The story is not autobiographical and is a product of the writer's fertile
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Author's Notes

Chapter 5 is a chapter that pulls some things together for the next
chapters. Chapter 6 will see some changes in relationships as the story
starts to take some new, interesting turns in succeeding chapters. Chapter
6 is one of my favourites.  Enjoy Chapter 5; I know you will enjoy 6. I am
up to Chapter 11 which is being written now. So lots of things can happen.

Previously

With that he pommelled me and yelled as he impaled me one last time as he
started. He then finished after several pulses moving in and out. He was
out quickly and turned me around and took me in his mouth. He sucked me
like a mad man and when I came, it was an explosion. My muscles were still
twitching and I was still gasping after a minute. When he knew that I was
too tender to be sucked any more, he looked at me. I nodded yes and he
shared with me. It was the perfect finish.

If someone was observing, there were two men with tears in their eyes on a
bed embracing each other as hard as they could with cocks still dribbling
cum. No words were spoken and that was good. We had said so much to each
other with our bodies. I woke the next morning with my arms around him and
my very hard cock on his ass. He felt my movement, turned and reached for
the lube and gave it to me. Just minutes after waking I was slowly making
love to him. It was slow and erotic. He was on his side facing slightly
towards the bed and I leaning over him buried to the the hilt when I
finally lost control and filled him. Moments later I had taken him in my
mouth and was sharing with him.

Breakfast was like a time set aside. There was just the two of us in the
world as we ate, touched each other and talked about our living
arrangements.

Present

"If you really want to live together, I have a suggestion."

"I figured that you would have thought about it." He smirked.

"Don't smirk at me." I pinched him. Damn, he enjoyed it. He started moving
his legs in and out. Always as sign of excitement with my guy. "I like your
condo but my house is well situated and is bigger for entertaining and for
family or guests. I love your kitchen and your style of decoration. You
could rent the condo as an investment and we could move some of your
furniture to my place and put mine in the condo. I would like to renovate
my kitchen in your style. My place would become our place in a short
time. Or we could both sell and find something on the market."

"I knew that you would have a solution. We could get my designer to do your
kitchen and we could repaint your living and dining room to match our
choice of furniture. We could live here until your place is done; sorry,
until our place is done. In fact, we could start now in the off season and
get it done more cheaply and sooner."

In fact, we figured that we would live at my place for weeks as we had
designers come in. Hopefully we could come to some decisions by the end of
November, early December. We thought that we would have Christmas at his
condo and New Years at the house. Then we would be permanently at the condo
until the house was ready for us to move in.

We had invited Philip's family over after church a week after our decision
to move in together permanently. Mamma, of course, was going to bring some
food. I decided that this was our place and our entertaining. I was not
going to do it entirely Italian style but in what I hoped would become our
style. I decided on antipasto first and then a sea food chowder for lunch
with breads and cheese and with some of the pasta dish that Mamma was
bringing over.

Supper would be a Boeuf Bourguignon. I knew that I would have to make both
dishes in advance. So Friday night with the chowder and Saturday with the
Boeuf, were taken up with lots of food preparation. We had a great time
together and it was a joint effort; Philip was a good cook. Probably the
most memorable part was Saturday afternoon when the Boeuf Bourguignon was
in the oven. My co-chef served up another dish, me.

I closed the oven door for the Bourguignon and felt myself encircled by two
strong arms. Soon those arms and the fingers attached had me and my co-chef
naked. I shall never forget sitting on him as he sat on a chair in the
kitchen with the smells of sauteed food and the Boeuf cooking in the
oven. I sat with my eyes closed feeling his cock pulsing in me and we
kissed and touched each other. It was not frantic but slow and measured
until we finished together with sighs of joy. This might become a
tradition.

We arrived at church and took our usual positions with Mamma and Pops. I
noticed that I did get some cold glances from Chelsea. Obviously, she had
heard of my confrontation with Gio. Everyone was invited back for lunch,
football and dinner.

I put the huge Creuset casserole on the stove to heat the chowder and asked
Julia to shred some parmesan cheese for me. Mamma was assigned getting the
breads and roles into bowls and plates. I enjoyed ordering Mamma around in
my kitchen and I think that she knew it. The table was set and I had some
wonderful fresh wines including a Prosecco and some lovely pinot gris from
the Alsace. I had added my secret ingredient to the chowder, just a touch
of Sambuca to give it a special flavour. Mamma had made a great ravioli and
I would serve it after the chowder.

I asked Pops to give the blessing and then we started with some excellent
antipasto and salamis that Philip had chosen. Then, the huge steaming
Creuset casserole of chowder was set on the table. It looked impressive and
smelled delicious. I noticed that Gio dug into the chowder but Chelsea had
turned her nose up at the fish, mussels, oysters and shrimp that I had put
in the chowder. She took a little more of the antipasto and bread. Her loss
and our gain. There might be some left over for tomorrow for us although I
would offer it to Mamma. There were a lot of ohs and ahs over the chowder
and it was good if I do say so myself. Mamma eyes' opened with surprise and
I saw just the trace of a smile on her face when I told her that the recipe
was basically my own, in my head but I would write something down for
her. I think that it was one point for me.

Her ravioli was very good and I asked for the recipe. That was when I got
the little innocent hesitation and hint of a smile as she told me that it
was in her head and she would show me how. She saw the little flicker of my
smile and I could see pleasure in her eyes. We enjoyed each other.

We ended with ice cream and sauces. I thought that it was for the kids but
the adults had just as much fun.

I noticed yet again that Chelsea made no move to help clean up or comment
on the food. In fact, she had picked at it. I had tried several times that
day to engage her in conversation but to no avail. She preferred her
telephone. I decided to just write her off.

I had brought some board games and had loaded some electronic games onto my
iPad and my computer so that the kids would have something to do during the
long afternoon as we watched football. My next task was to get Mamma out of
the kitchen. It was not her job to clean up.

"Jamie, you have provided us with a fabulous meal and I intend to clean
up."

"Then, I intend to stay and work with you. You are in our home and I do
what I think is right."

"Jamie, you are impossible."

"So are you Mamma. Truce? Let's spend some time together and do the job. I
know you don't appreciate the football."

We had a great time cleaning up and we talked about church and our
beliefs. We talked about our plans for the house and she was so touched by
the decisions that Philip and I had made together. As we finished she
looked at me with a sweet, tender look. "My Philipo is a lucky man to have
found you. I am so happy for both of you. I can tell from the way you look
at each other how much you care for him and he for you."

"Mamma, I consider myself the lucky one. He is the finest person that I
have met in my life."

She hugged me giving me her blessing. Then she straightened up and told me
to get into the football match. With that, she poured me a glass of
Prosecco and sent me off.

Juventus lost and I told them why. Not modest at all, not with this crowd
anyway. They did not play as a team and their defence was too open, not
tight enough. They let too many Milan players get behind them in the
box. Simply, they were outplayed.

Supper received even more praise and I assured Mamma that I had used a
recipe for that dish, well my usual recipe from Julia Child which I knew
pretty well.

After supper, I decided that we would play a game that I had played as a
youngster and I had borrowed it from parents figuring that I would have a
chance to use it.  I wanted to start a tradition of involving everyone in
the family, especially the kids.

It was a game that involved trading cards to anyone who would trade with
you and trying to corner the market in commodities. It involved lots of
shouting with great whoops of joy and displeasure. The shouts of 2 cards, 1
card, 3 cards resounded in the living room as people snatched trades, made
sounds of despair as they didn't get what they wanted.

I had insisted that we sit on the floor not around a table to make it more
informal. It was organized chaos until Marcus yelled 'cornered the market
in corn'. I had insisted that Mamma play and that Chelsea join us. Mamma
was right into the spirit of it but Chelsea looked as it was the last thing
in this world she wanted to do. She dropped out at the end of the first
game and Gio took her spot. For the first time, he joined in and had a
great time. Everyone left laughing and joking about the game and the
day. It had been a lot of fun. As I had hoped, Marcus thanked me for a
great day.

Philip and I sat in the living room with a glass of wine after everyone had
left. He looked at me. "How do you do it? You have captivated my family."

"It's easy. They have accepted me ... and you together and I like them. I
even appreciate Gio after the game tonight. Besides they are your family
and they are like you in so many ways. I love em." I looked at him. "And
you too."

His arm went around me. I can never figure out just how Philip can undress
me so quickly. I was suddenly naked and he was still fully dressed. I fixed
that and it didn't involve me getting dressed.

We went through the next weeks gathering samples of tiles, counter top and
paint chips. Of all the companies interviewed, I did really like the woman
who had designed Philip's kitchen and it was her company that we chose.

She spent a lot of time with us. My kitchen was bigger and a different
shape. There would be a peninsula that would be both a preparation area and
a place for breakfast or a quick supper although there would be a table and
chairs in the kitchen. The tile for the floor and granite for the counter
top were the finishes but she realized that I wanted something in slightly
warmer colours than Philip's kitchen. We had a lot of funny arguments over
each others taste and finally came to an mutual agreement. It really was
going to be our kitchen.

We did move over some of his living room and combined it with my dining
room set to make a very handsome main floor. I insisted on a new oriental
rug to highlight my old oak floors which would be refinished but kept the
colour of the aged patina of oak.

We were pretty well set until the renovations would start. In late November
Philip suggested that we just stay here until January and use his place for
entertaining if we wanted. He had slowly brought over what he needed for
daily living and the thought of moving back and forth was a bother. I loved
the idea. We were living in our home.

A couple of days later, I brought home two pictures that I had had framed
in identical frames. They were two wonderful pictures of us together with
his family in one and with my family in the other. In both pictures one of
us had our arm draped over the others shoulder and the looks on our faces
told a story of love and contentment. I gave them to Philip as a
housewarming gift and he put them on the mantel together. It did become our
place.

It was early December late in the afternoon and there was no indication
that there would be any surprises for me that day. But of course, that is
what a surprise is. Philip had phoned 20 minutes earlier to say that he was
running a bit late and that he would pick up some Thai food as soon as he
could.

There was knock at the door. Your mind does that little scanning of the
memory. No deliveries planned, Philip would not knock. Must be college
painters, gas salespeople or a religious person looking to save my very
wicked soul. I opened the door and when my eyes and brain registered the
person in front of me, my mouth must have dropped open as well.

"Colin. It's chilly. You had better step in for a minute." He stepped in
the door and stood in the entrance hall. He looked as if he was going to
give me a hug.  I stepped back away from him and asked if he wanted to come
in for a minute. He nodded yes with a Colin smile and immediately went for
the cupboard to hang up his coat. Right, he had done that a few times in
this house. I walked into the living room wondering what on God's earth was
going on. I was surprised that I didn't feel any hostility; in fact, I had
very few feelings except for surprise that he would come at this time in
the afternoon.

"Oh, I like it. You have changed the living room. The rug is wonderful."

"It is on trial to see if it it the one we want." If he heard the 'we', he
didn't indicate it. "So what brings you to town? Can't be to do your
Christmas shopping. Toronto has much more choice." I decided that I could
at least be a little light.

"Oh, I am moving back to this office. My job has changed." I just let the
silence continue. "I just got into town and am looking for a place to stay
until I can find something permanent. Thought that I would drop by."

"I always recommend the Suites. The rates are not bad and it feels a little
like home, especially for a short stay."

"I heard in the Fall that you had had a bad time of it in the summer. I
wondered if you wanted company or just for old time sake you might let me
stay until I find something." He paused and gave me a intense look. "And
who knows ...." He shrugged and smiled, his most charming, lecherous, Colin
smile; it shone on me like a divine light.

His total lack of self knowledge and his total misunderstanding of what had
happened to me almost took my breath away and I was at loss for words. He
looked at me. "You don't have to say anything but think about it for now."

That finally galvanized me. I was surprised at how quickly my lack of
feelings for him turned to visceral anger. "Colin, your staying here could
be very uncomfortable. My silence is not for lack of words or things to
say. It is how to say them." I held up to stop his reply. I decided not
hold back. "It was not your absence that upset me. It was how you broke it
off. You had met someone in Toronto and you went there on weekends and you
fucked like rabbits to quote you and then you came back here and literally
fucked me in all possible ways letting on that everything was as it had
always been. During that time, you spent weeks getting a job in Toronto
hundreds of kilometres away and finally telling me just days before you
were to leave permanently. You used me and my home as a bloody convenience
for your plans. I should have thrown you out that weekend and put a little
inconvenience into your well crafted plan. How the hell do you think I
would feel about it?

I indicated that he should follow me to the mantlepiece. I pointed to the
two photos. Surely, even he would get it.

"Nice photos. You look quite happy."

"And so does Philip. He'll be home shortly with supper. A lot of the
furniture that is new is his. We are planning a renovation of the kitchen
and some repainting in January."

"Oh, so you think that it would bother him if I were here for a few days."
Unbelievable, he still didn't get it

"Colin it would bloody well bother me. You have a lot of your story wrong
as usual. I wasn't upset that you weren't around. It was what you did and
how you did it that bruised my self image and confidence. I was just plain
lucky. I met Philip in September. I have never in my life been as happy and
fulfilled as these last few months. I love his family and my family loves
him that is why I have him and me with our families in the photos."

Colin looked a little shell shocked. I heard the key in the front
door. "How's my big sexy guy? I am waiting for that first kiss."

"Hi big guy. We have an unexpected guest."

"Whoops!" With the sound of chuckling. "Given my greeting, I hope it isn't
Mamma but I didn't see her car."

I went to the foyer with a huge smile on my face and gave him a kiss to
remember. "Oh wow, some first kiss."

He walked into the living room. He had seen some pictures of Colin and he
stopped in the middle of the entrance. "Colin. I am Philip
Marchese. Welcome to our home." Well done Philip. From the look on Colin's
face, it was a direct hit. Colin had almost acted as if this was still his
place. "We have lots of food. You are welcome to stay."

"Colin, we'll get the food out. You can use the phone to call the Suites
and reserve a room." He gave me a defeated look and simply said that he
didn't want to intrude; he would phone and then go and check in. I was glad
as I didn't want to make conversation with him. Basically, I wanted him out
of the house and I didn't want anything to do with him. I finally knew how
I felt about him. I didn't like him and I did not trust him. He left
shortly after.

"You weren't very enthusiastic about him being here."

"Philipo, he virtually asked me to stay here while he looked for a place
and suggested not very subtly that maybe we could rekindle what we had
had. I set him straight about what he had done and how I felt about him."

"He is a good looking guy. Not tempted?"

I went over and punched him on the arm. "You are fishing for a
compliment. Get that gorgeous ass here and let me show you how tempted I
was." I grabbed him to me and pulled us together with my hands on that
ass. The kiss lasted for a minute or more.

"I can put the food away if there is something else you want to tell me."

"That's enough ... for now." We ate a great meal joking and talking about
the day. We finished and cleaned up. When we were finished, I pulled him to
me. "Now I have more to say to you but not here."

I kissed him gently and put my arm over his shoulder and moved him to the
bedroom. I have to admit that half way there my hand slipped down to his
butt. He looked at me with a smile. I looked at him. "Yeah, one of us is
really going to get it tonight, stud." He raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, you
are a stud and I love it. I am so glad Colin dropped by, it really reminded
me what I got out of his leaving. There are times when you leave me
breathless and then there are times like tonight when I would not be able
to get enough of you."

I stopped by the bed and slowly undressed him. He was already hard when I
took off his shorts and they were wet from where I had sucked them and his
big, beautiful cock. It was then I knew who was going to get it. Colin and
I had shared this bedroom but this guy made love to me. I wanted that
tonight.

"Philipo, undress me. Touch every part of my body. Make it tingle, make it
shake, make me cry out with pleasure. Then take me anyway that you want. I
want us to be one."

He undressed me slowly touching every part of my body. By the time he was
finished, my body was pulsating with expectation and desire. We kissed all
the way through it as if were going to be our last kiss. I was breathless
and had started to perspire I was so worked up. I lay on the bed and spread
my legs. He shook his head. "Not quite yet."

He raised my legs up and started to lick and bite my ass cheeks as he moved
slowly to his destination. When his tongue finally flicked across my
opening, I could not stop moving and making little noises in my
throat. There was more to come. I felt his fingers pull me apart and open
me. His tongue went in as far as it could. Sometimes with rimming it is the
physical act and sometimes it is the just the realization what someone was
doing to me. Tonight it was both, realizing that this was something that
Colin had almost never done although I had done it to him. I looked at
Philip's glazed eyes. He enjoyed doing this to me. What an incredible turn
on!

I finally pulled him away and up to me to kiss him. I could taste my self
in his mouth. I pulled him up and took his cock into my mouth. By the time
I was finished he was running his fingers through my hair and setting the
rhythm with his hands on my head. I came off him. "No lube tonight. I want
you now like this." I pointed to his wet glistening cock.

He slid down and balanced himself over me. There was a gorgeous man, lean
body, defined chest covered lightly with dark hair bent over me, looking at
me with passion in his eyes. I guided him to my opening. "Go slowly but
don't stop. I want to feel invaded and full." I pulled his head to me and
we kissed as he invaded me.

How do you describe the sensations, physical and psychological. My body was
alive with sensations. I could feel him and did sense both pain and
pleasure in all the centres of my brain. My eyes filled with moisture as I
realized yet again how wonderful it was to be with this man. How I needed
him.

He suddenly looked concerned. "Philip, they are tears of joy. You complete
me like no one has ever done physically and mentally. Kiss the moisture
away and take me to places I have never been." Over the next minutes that
is exactly what he did. The harder he took me, the more I kissed and
stroked, pinched and pulled him. I loved putting my fingers on his cock
stroking him as he moved in and out of me. At times, it was almost like a
wrestling match except we were only heightening every nerve ending.

"Jamie, I am not going to able to hold back much longer. You have me so
hard and so sensitive that I can't last much longer. Come join me." I
started to stroke myself faster and faster as I started to force myself to
move against him. I started before him and I yelled his name as I literally
forced out shots that hit my chin. I squeezed him as hard as I could with
my anal muscles. It must have done the trick because he suddenly called my
name and thrust into me and pushed as hard as he could holding so hard that
he was shaking. He muttered and moaned and suddenly started to thrust
frantically again to the rhythm of his final shots.

We were both breathless and strangely had stupid grins on our faces. He
spoke first. "Never, never have I experienced anything like this. Fuck!"

"In the vernacular that is what we did. But I like to call it making love
with my lover. Kiss me."



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