Date: Tue, 29 Dec 2009 05:24:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Peder Pederson <pederdagreat@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Question of Time V

V.
Paphos, Beginnings

2002
	The following Wednesday, David had an appointment with Dr. Rogers,
the oncologist, for blood work and a check up. Each time, since stopping
the chemotherapy, David had these mandatory tests, he was apprehensive,
expecting the worse.
	After the perfunctory physical, and returning from the lab,
Dr. Rogers stated, as usual, "Everything appears normal. Make an
appointment for Wednesday when we can review the results of the blood
tests."
	"Can't I just call in?" David asked, as usual.
	"I think it's better for you to come in," the physician replied,
again, as usual.
	David hated the waiting. Hated the not-knowing! But, as usual, he
waited for the Wednesday's appointment.
	As he sat down in Dr. Rogers office, the physician took his file ,
glanced through it and announced, as usual, so far, "Everything seems
negative! Keep up the same regimen, regular meals and plenty of rest."
	David left, exhilarated, as usual.


	He called Eleanor, and related the news. She was pleased. He called
his mother and she too seemed relieved. Not only had the chemotherapy
process been difficult on his family, the monthly tests were always times
of apprehension. Then he called Aaron and related his news.
	"That's wonderful," Aaron stated, and added, "How about a drink?"
	"Sure! Where?" asked David.
	Aaron wanted to say, "Our Place," but thought better of it. "How
about the Union?"
	"Great! What time?"
	"5:30?"
	"See you there. Bye."
	"Bye."
	This was the first time, since the last Thursday, that the two had
met, or even phoned.
	The Student Union was large and sprawling. It was one of the few
Student Unions that had beer on tap. David avoided hard liquor since his
chemotherapy.
	But, "A glass of beer once in a while will do you no harm,"
Dr. Rogers had stated.
	David was sitting at a table with a mug of beer when Aaron
arrived. The shook hands, warmly, sat down and began to chat.
	Aaron was hoping for David to invite him over, but it didn't
happen.


	For several months David and Aaron phoned each other during the
week relatively regularly and they met almost every week for lunch or
dinner. Aaron wondered about the avoidance of any but the most casual
physical contact. He suspected that David found any further physical
intimacy to be distasteful.
	He brought the subject up and his conclusion, hesitantly, during
one lunch.
	David replied quickly, and with no small amount of concern, "No,
that's not true!"
	Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, but was still in a quandary. "Why,
then?"
	"Because it's not . . . fair!"
	"Fair! what do you mean?"
	"Aaron, I don't know what the future holds," he stated calmly. "It
would be . . . unfair . . . to start something . . ." he could not finish,
but Aaron understood.
	Quietly, trying to reaffirm his foreboding, but taking heart in the
words "start something," Aaron said, "I thought it was . . . because
. . . you found it . . . our actions . . . I don't know! . . . repulsive?"
	David smiled wanly and stated, "No, that wouldn't be true . . . . "

	2003
	The status quo continued into the new year. Aaron was accepting of
the situation.
	The beginning of April approached when Aaron received a call from
David. "Do you have any plans for Friday night? And don't bother to consult
your appointment book!" he stated with a snicker.
	"Hah!" Aaron said, then quickly added, "Nope!"
	"Good, how about dinner then, my place, 7:00?"
	"Dinner? Your place? I didn't know you could cook!"
	"I can make a mean steak!"
	"Steak."
	"Yeah, but only if you like it rare!"
	"I like my meat any way I can get it!"
	"Shit!"
	"Can I bring anything?"
	"Nope! My treat!"
	"OK! . . . See you then . . . Friday, 7:00."


	Aaron was almost always punctual. He buzzed David at 7:00, opened
the outer door and mounted the steps to David's apartment. He knocked,
	"Come in . . . door's open," David called from inside.
	Aaron entered, closed the door as David appeared from the small
kitchen.
	Aaron's eyes bugged, "OH, MY GOD!"
	David stood in the kitchen doorway with a broad smile on his face,
nothing else!
	"You don't like?" David had planned this. Now he wasn't sure it was
the right thing to do.
	Still in shock, Aaron stated, "What the hell!"
	David disappeared into the small kitchen. After a moment he
reappeared wearing a chef's apron.
	"This better?" he asked, hoping he hadn't missed judged.
	"Leaves a little more to the imagination," Aaron stated as he
walked over to David and gave him a big hug. "Sometimes, I don't understand
you," he said softly, as he bun-cupped David's bare ass.
	"Good!" David stated matter-of-factly as he pushed Aaron
back. "Keep 'em guessing! That's my motto!"  Then added, "Take a seat while
I get the steaks ready!"
	In utter confusion Aaron sat down. This greeting . . . was such a
shock that Aaron was sent into a miasma of confusion.
	After recovering from the shock, he heard David in the
kitchen. Odors wafted through the small apartment announcing the impending
meal.
	"Smells great!" Then with a voice tinged with irony, "What's for
dessert?"
	"You'll have to wait."
	Shortly, David reappeared, this time with Bermudas and a t-shirt
under his chef's apron and carrying two plates with man-sized steaks, green
beans and hot rolls.
	"Dinner is served," he announced.
	Aaron took the proffered seat as David brought forth two pilsner
glasses and two bottles of beer, and stated, wryly, "Champagne in the
finest crystal."
	"Mmmm, not as nice as the hors d'oeuvres!" he said with a
wink. "Could have spent the rest of the evening nibbling on them!"
	With an arched eyebrow came, "Bet you could! But, first things
first! Besides you might need all your energy later!"
	"Promises, promises!"
	They both laughed.
	Mid way through the dinner, Aaron asked, "By-the-way, Dave, what's
this all about?" and added, "Honestly."
	"Came back from the doctor's today. One year . . . clean!"
	"Great!"
	"Yeah, but they're so damned evasive! Asked him if I was cured. All
he said was that. 'It looks VERY promising."'
	Aaron smiled.
	"Get so tired of all that evasiveness! Why can't they say, 'Yes,'
or, 'No,' or 'I don't know?' instead of 'looks VERY promising."'
	"Yeah, know what you mean . . . . So this is . . . a celebration?"
Aaron wanted to add, "and a coming out party?" but dare not at this
time. Discretion is the better part of valor.
	"Yep!"
	Suddenly serious, "Dave, I know you've been through hell. But I'm
really happy about the news."
	"Thanks . . . me too!"
	They finished quietly, each lost in their own thoughts.
	David looked up, "Want another beer?"
	"No, I'm fine."
	David got up and cleared the table. From the kitchen he called,
"Dessert in a minute, but you gotta get ready for it."
	"Ready? Like, how?"
	"Ya gotta strip!"
	"Strip! What are we having?"
	"Just do it!" came the good hearted command.
	"OK! You're the host!" He removed his clothes, all but his briefs
and sat on the sofa-bed.
	David reappeared from the kitchen. This time, like earlier that
evening, he was completely nude. He carried a small bowl with a spoon in
it.
	"What about the briefs? You've gotten shy on me?"
	With a chuckle, Aaron stated, "This looks lie its going to be a
kinky dessert!" He removed his briefs.
	David grinned as he walked over to Aaron.
	"Lay back," he directed.
	Aaron complied. David leaned over and with the spoon dribbled warm
chocolate sauce over Aaron's chest.
	"Damn!" said Aaron.
	David set the bowl and spoon to the side and began licking the
chocolate from Aaron's dark mahogany chest. He glanced up with a twinkle
and stated, "Kinda hard to see if I got it all off!"
	Aaron chuckled at the obvious comparison.
	Then some of the chocolate sauce was trickled on the equally dark
belly. This time Aaron gasped as it was licked off. Concurrently, his cock
lengthened and began to stand up.
	"Like my dessert?"
	"Oh, Yeah," came the husky reply.
	Again the spoon deposited drops of the sweet, dark liquor on
Aaron's eyes, neck and a single drop on his lips. He wanted to lick the
drop off his pink lips but hesitated, anticipating.
	Lightly David licked the liquid chocolate of the closed eyes, and
neck. Aaron's neck was extremely sensitive, an erogenous zone second only
to his burgeoning cock. As David lasciviously licked the chocolate of the
pulsing neck Aaron gasped.
	"Ahhhh!"
	There was a hesitation. Then he felt that hot appendage, that inner
extension lightly graze his lips. And, again, it was run over their
trembling surface. Involuntarily, Aaron's tongue reached out, tentatively
to make contact. Then he felt David's mouth clamp over his and their
tongues danced together. Not deep and probing, but haltingly.
	This time it was Aaron's turn to utter a low, guttural, "Humph."
	David pulled away and looked down into this dark wonder's eyes.
	Quietly Aaron confessed, "Dave, you amaze me!"


	Knowing the peaks that had to be scaled to arrive at this point,
Aaron was not only amazed, he was touched. He remembered the first time he
had met David and the latter's embarrassment at being found naked, sprawled
on the bathroom floor. He remembered how all the times he had seen David
professionally, there was not a scintilla of impropriety. David was
scrupulously well mannered and completely modest. He remembered how on that
fateful Monday when he had made the first, tentative erotic advances to
this shy, modest man. The fact that David appeared before him earlier this
evening completely, but not totally unabashedly nude, was a shock. His
actions these past few minutes were startling. What he must have gone
through to reach this state. Aaron also felt that these unaccustomed
actions were, in part, due to David's feelings for him. True or not, this
thrilled Aaron--filled his whole being with warmth.
	But it was the kiss! The kiss which sent Aaron spinning. It
communicated volumes.


	Quickly, he clasped David's face and place a firm but fleeting kiss
on his lips. Then, he torqued his body until David was laying on his
back. He reached over and grabbed the bowl of chocolate and dribbled some
of its contents over David's torso.
	"Mmmm, No trouble seeing it on this light skin," he quipped and
bent over licking David's whole torso. He payed particular attention to the
erect nipples and even ventured into David's arm pits.
	"Arghhhhh!" David gasped as that ticklish area was invaded. He
tried to move away, but the licking tongue and sucking mouth held firm.
	"Stop!" he finally half shouted, breathlessly.
	"You like my dessert?"
	"Yeah," came the still breathless reply.


	David watched as Aaron brought the spoon to his pink lip and
smeared some of the dark syrup over them. Slowly Aaron lowered his
head. David closed his eyes in anticipation, no longer rejecting this
advance. The kiss was long and provoking and appealing and eminently
satisfying for both.
	Next, with concentrated care, Aaron trickled the dark liquid over
David's already upstanding, throbbing shaft and over balls hanging
below. For David, the next few minutes could only be described as
lasciviously provoking to a high degree. A bit of the chocolate syrup and
strayed to the underside of the ball-sack. The legs were already spread,
Aaron merely lifted David's thighs a bit for better access as his tongue
lapped up the dark syrup.
	The tip of the tongue inadvertently strayed for a brief second to
the puckered opening. The sensation was galvanic to David. He sat bolt
upright, pulling away from that luxurious tonguing.


	"What are you doing?" he demanded incredulously.


	Aaron had participated in anal intercourse as the active
participant. He rather enjoyed it. He had never assumed the passive
role. Similarly, he had been rimmed a few times in the past and always
found it incredibly stimulating. But, likewise, he had never performed it
on anyone. He simply was never motivated to do so.
	This night he tongue merely strayed to that sensitive spot. It was
not pre-planned, nor, when he realized what had happened, was
repulsed. "Strange," he thought.
	David's reaction, was, he thought, "Understandable."


	"Sorry . . . Nothing!" was his only response the could offer to the
disbelieving expression on the neophyte's face. He moved up and enfolded
David in his arms. They held each other. Although neither had achieved
release they both quietly slipped into a shallow sleep.
	It was Aaron who first awoke. He held David a bit closer and gently
stroked his back. He moaned in his sleep and snuggled closer to Aaron,
slipping his right thigh in between the dark thighs. Aaron smiled in the
comfort of that intimacy. He gently kissed David's forehead which elicited
another quiet moan of subconscious assent. Simultaneously, Aaron felt a
slight flutter against his left thigh. As he continued to rub lightly
David's back, the flutter increased to an undeniable awakening. Again,
Aaron smiled. Within minutes Aaron was prodded by David's full blown
erection.
	Quietly, carefully he insinuated his right hand between himself and
his sleeping companion until he was able to grasp the hardened cock. It
jerked as he enfolded it. Again David moaned, but this time his pelvis
thrust forward against the fondling hand. The fingers gently manipulated
this phenomenal muscle.
	David groaned and his eyes fluttered open.
	"What are you doing?" he asked sleepily.
	"Do you want me to stop?"
	"No . . . it feels to good." he smiled and slid his hand down and
grasped Aaron's similarly hard cock. His smile broadened and added, "Yeah
. . . it sure does feel good."
	They smirked as they fondled each other.
	Aaron slid down until he was facing the pulsing cock and quickly
swallowed its whole length.
	"Ahhhh!"
	He began to bob up and down on that marvelous tool, reveling in its
feel as his head pistoned up and down.
	David reached down and tugged at Aaron's arm, pleading "Turn around
. . . I wanna feel you cock."
	Aaron spun his body without losing contact with David's dick, 'til
it was parallel to the neophyte's form. If soixante-neuf was to be
accomplished, this was the position. David grasped the turgid handle and
began to reexamine its form and movements close up. Ever since the first
time he observed this ebonite tool, he was, frankly mesmerized by the dark
sheath covering the pink, flaring, mushroom head. Slowly he pulled the
foreskin back, grasped the glans with his thumb and forefinger then slid
the elastic covering over--covering the grasping thumb and finger.  It
wasn't that David was necessarily fixated on Aaron's cock, it was merely
the novelty of it.
	Soon Aaron's mouth, tongue and lips were working their wonders.
	"Ahhhh!" escaped from David's mouth.
	Aaron lifted his head at looked at David, "What are you doing?"
	"Playing with your cock!"
	Aaron smiled at the frank reply and said, "I like the way you
play!"
	"Mmmm." Knowing Aaron was watching, David willed himself to bend
forward and place the briefest, the lightest kiss on the resplendent pink
plum. Quickly he drew back.
	Aaron smiled and returned to the task at hand.


	Minutes later they both brought the other to climax. It was not a
screaming orgasm, it was not a cosmic culmination, but warm and
fulfilling. This time Aaron got up and brought the warm, moist wash cloth
to wipe the cum stains off of David's neck and chest.
	"Will you stay?"
	"I was hoping you'd ask," Aaron said and lightly kissed David--on
the lips.
	David got up, retrieved a light throw, covered Aaron, slid in
beside him, snuggled up to him and they both fell into a deep slumber.


	Aaron was the first to wake up. Carefully he slid off the foot of
the sofa-bed so as not to waken his sleeping partner. He padded to the
bathroom, waited for his morning erection to subside enough so he could
pee, found some cue-tips and toothpaste to clean his teeth. He washed his
face and smiled as he reached for one of the two fresh towels hanging
there. "He planned it all out," he thought to himself. Quietly he shuffled
to the kitchen and placed a tea kettle full of water on the stove. He found
some instant coffee, made a mug of coffee and sat down at the small table,
sipped his brew while he observed David.
	Minutes later, David roused himself, glanced over at Aaron, swung
his legs off the bed and wrapped the throw about his lower body.


	"Jeeze," he uttered.
	"What?" came the reply.
	"What a sight to wake up to . . . a naked guy sitting at my table
drinkin coffee!"
	Aaron ceremoniously grabbed a small paper napkin from the holder on
the table and placed it over his crotch.
	David chuckled, "Think you need more than one!" The he stood up,
wrapped himself in the throw, essentially to hide his 'morning hard on' and
went to the bathroom.
	Minutes later he reentered the room, sans throw, walked to where
Aaron was sitting and gently ran the back of his hand over Aaron's
cheek. Aaron grabbed the hand and kissed it. Then he encircled David's
waist and nuzzled his crotch with the soft, hanging cock and balls,
inhaling the man-scent.
	That intimate action immediately triggered a lengthening of David's
detumescent love handle. It also triggered something deep within the
beginner. David clasped Aaron's face, reached down and planted a kiss on
his lips.
	"Mmmm," Aaron vocalized.


	Whether it was the morning glow, or the glow from the night before,
David knew not, but he was compelled. He recalled how the accomplished Dian
introduced him to many of the intricacies of arousal--things he had only
seen in the glossy, porn magazines as a kid. He recalled how, at first, he
was a bit unsettled the first time he tongued her clit. But her reaction
washed away any compunction and he became an avid practitioner.
	"Is this any different?"


	David fell to his knees, between Aaron's spread thighs, looked
intently at that soft form hanging before him. He reached for it. It felt a
bit spongy as it lolled in his fingers, unlike last night. Quickly, with no
more consideration, he bent over, opened his mouth and encased the whole,
soft length in his mouth.
	Involuntarily, he gagged and instantly withdrew, jerked back.
	"Sorry," he apologized.
	Aaron smiled warmly and drew David to his chest and embraced
him. "Don't worry," he said, softly and added tentatively, "When, and if
you want to . . . you will."


	Later, as they sat across from each other sipping hot, steaming
mugs of coffee, they talked, much the same way they had before, during
Aaron's professional visits--analyzing, probing, questioning. In one sense,
one area--man-to-man sex--David was the neophyte, the beginner. In those
areas Aaron was, for now, his guide, never master! David may have been
passive, even compliant in these tentative, beginning forays. But his
passivity was that of a beginner, a novice, learning, gaining knowledge and
mastery of a craft. David's apparent and real reserve was not indicative of
passivity, or of an acquiescent spirit. It, on the other hand,
characterized his natural caution of things unknown.
	His initial actions of the night before was evidence of this. He
had come to realize and accept the fact that he desired Aaron, at least for
the time being. Whether or not, this desire presaged something more
permanent, less transitory, he did not know. But he was willing to take the
next step. He had appreciated, even admired Aaron's naturalness, his lack
of undue modesty when he choose to be nude in front of him. It was not
unlike a group of men, nude in a gym shower--or not unlike David being
joyfully nude when he and Dian were together, making love. So when he had
received the news from Dr. Rogers, and being aware of Aaron's desires, he
carefully choreographed the evening. It was a kind of a gift to Aaron. His
nude appearance at the beginning of the evening was his way of
acknowledging both his own wishes and his attempt at
naturalness. "Sometimes you have to jump into the water in order to learn
to swim." he had thought.
	He had not considered his nascent desire to hold that cock in his
mouth! But, when Aaron had aroused him, was sucking him and the close
proximity of that hard, pink crested dart was in front of his face--he felt
the urge to kiss it. And, he did! The itch returned as Aaron embraced him
that morning, burying his face in his crotch. He realized that it was not
just the desire alone, it was also an act of selfless
reciprocity. Unfortunately, he hadn't counted on years of accumulated,
cultural, subconscious negativity towards sucking another man's cock.
	These things David and Aaron discussed as dispassionately as
possible under the circumstances. Aaron understood. David, also, came to
understand.
	After the lengthy discussion, they sat in silence. Each digesting
what they had discovered.


	"I'm tired of talking," David admitted.
	Smiling, Aaron stated, "Me, too," then added as he stood up, "I
need a shower." Casually he walked to the bathroom, adjusted the shower,
stepped in and closed the glass door.
	A moment later, the shower door was opened.
	"I need a shower too. Ya mind company?"
	"Sure . . . but only if you shower!"
	"Promise!" David said with a sly grin.


	David's apartment was small by all standards, but his shower
comfortably accommodated the two men. David purposefully lathered up, but
his deliberately made sure his body grazed Aaron's from time to time. Soon
both men were sporting an erection.

	"What do we have here?" David leered as his soapy hand grasped the
extended ebony pole.
	"See! I knew I couldn't trust you!" Aaron laughed as he fondled
David.
	"Wouldn't you be upset if I just showered?"


	Aaron only smiled and reached over and kissed David. His tongue was
welcomed into David's mouth. Tongues darted about, in and out of the
other's parted lips, deep gasps of joy issued from both throats. They broke
apart, gasping for breath.
	Aaron glanced down at his cock encased in David's hand. The
contrast was apparent--black and white. He watched as David, again
retracted the foreskin and re-sheathed his pink knob a number of times. He
smiled, not only at the sensuousness of the act, but at David's apparent
curiosity.
	He watched as David sunk to his knees so as to better observe this
thing, his rampant rod. Aaron leaned back against the wall and
watched. Water cascaded off his body, his enfolded cock, and the head of
David.
	As if the water was washing all taint, David slowly moved toward
that engorged, pink crested shaft. His open lips crowned the pink
cock-head. His tongue explored the tip. Slowly he slid his lips over the
flaring crest. He stored every sensation in his brain. He slid his lips
back off and glanced up into Aaron face. He was met with a warm, adoring
smile. Again, he encased that pink plum into his mouth and a bit of the
throbbing shaft. He moved back and forth, slowly, taking a bit more of the
length each time.
	Aaron fought to remain still. This was David's solo, not a pas de
deux. It took superhuman effort not to join in. Aaron gasped as David
sheathed the cock-head and then insinuated his tongue under the soft,
elastic covering and explored that covered region.
	Grasping David, Aaron lifted him up. He could take no more of this
solo. He led him, dripping to the sofa-bed. Heedless of their wet bodies,
Aaron maneuvered David and lay nest to him--soixante-neuf. This time both
were willing contributors.


	As David's mouth was otherwise occupied, his hands roamed over
Aaron's thighs, lower belly and balls. Inadvertently, a finger grazed the
puckered bud. It elicited a groan and a slight spasm in Aaron. David
remembered the same galvanic response he had the night before. He
purposefully traced a finger over that spot again.
	This time an audible, "Ahhhh!" and Aaron spread his thighs slightly
as if anticipating further contact. At the same time, Aaron tentatively
reciprocated.
	David, mouth stuffed, drew a sharp breath in through his nose. He
remembered Aaron stating, "Whatever two, consenting people do together is
not 'bad,'" when they were talking earlier.
	The sensation was electric, and he guessed, "Pleasant enough." This
was an entirely new area of exploration, and one he wasn't sure of! Still
. . . ! Part of his brain and his senses was concentrated on fellating,
part on the sensations Aaron was transmitting with his mouth, part on
Aaron's investigating finger, and, part on his own exploration of the
unknown. He lightly circled that quaking bud and Aaron's thighs spread even
wider. He found the same reaction now as his private opening was being
manipulated . . . he spread his thighs!
	Somehow the sucking and being sucked became secondary. Both men
explored lightly the other's nether region. Both men found varying degrees
of delight--Aaron more so, David not as much.
	Both men were raised to an erotic plateau neither had anticipated.


	Aaron lifted off David shimmering cock, spun around to face this
marvelous beginner, pushed him on his back and straddled him--pinning him
down.
	"You are fantastic!"
	David merely smiled, accepting the compliment with good
grace. "Kiss me," he requested.
	Aaron complied. It was a long, probing kiss. Aaron slowly moved his
hips over David's trapped, pulsating cock. Rubbing his own cock and balls
over its length until Aaron felt that torrid muscle make contact with his
tightly pursed opening.
	Aaron pelvic movement did not go unnoticed to David. But he was not
prepared for the sensation that hot, puckered button created as his cock
came in contact with it. Involuntarily, he lifted his hips as if to get
even closer. soon Aaron and David's pelvises were grinding against each
other in primordial need.
	Aaron raised up, supporting himself on his bracketing arms and
looked down into David's now clouded eyes. He reached over to the bookcase
next to the sofa-bed and took the small bottle of lotion from its place. He
sat back and slid to David's mid-thigh. His eyes were locked on David's as
he squeezed a dollop of the pink lube into his hand and slathered it over
the length of that upright, flushed cock.
	"Ahhhh!" David gasped as the cool lotion came in contact with his
superheated cock and was spread over its length.
	David's eyes opened wide and focused on Aaron as another similar
amount was squeezed on the finger tips of this dark wonder, only to
disappear between his straddling hips.
	"What are you doing?" came a hoarse query.
	"Relax!" Came the unsatisfactory answer.
	"I cant!" came the honest answer, and then again, "What are you
going to do?"
	Concentrating on relaxing himself, lubricating his tight opening
and inserting a finger, Aaron declared, "I'm giving you a present!"
	"A present?" then with insistence, "What for?"
	Smiling, concentrating, "Because you just gave me a most wonderful
gift!"
	"What?" Confused.
	Simply, he answered, "You sucked me!"
	"But I wanted to!"
	"And, I want to do this!"


	So said, Aaron grasped David's hard cock, moved forward, positioned
himself and lowered his hips. To say that the initial entry was painless
was not altogether true. But Aaron fought not to register discomfort as he
waited for his sphinctered opening to finally accept the intrusion. This
was uncharted territory for both men and since Aaron had accepted the
position as 'guide,' he wanted it to be remembered with joy.
	Neither men were so self-centered that they sought their own
satisfaction and release independent of what his partner may need. David
was always desirous of Dian's satisfaction and climax. Of course there is
that time, a millisecond before orgasm, when all becomes focused, centered
on that primal release. That time of no return. That time of supreme
self-need! Aaron, too, possessed the same attitude. But, for some reason,
with David, his 'self' was submerged more than ever before.
	As his flared cock-head popped past the ringed muscles, David
gasped. The sensation was incredible, and mixed with the knowledge that
this was the first time for this dark wonder increased the feeling beyond
all known bounds.
	Both men were unaware that their individual gifts, as rewarding as
they were to the individual givers, would create a irrevocable bond. But,
it could be broken.
	Soon both were transported. Instinctively, Aaron grasped his steely
hard pole and began to run his lotioned hand up and down its length as he
rocketed up and down. David, lifted the hand off and replaced it with his
own. He had enough wits in this situation, which bordered on sensual
overload, to want to bring this dark wonder to the same release that he was
now racing toward.


	David dipped his finger into one of the lustrous pools on his chest
and tasted the pearly deposit with his tongue. His brows knitted in
concentration and analysis.
	"Well? What do ya think? How does it taste?"
	In a matter-of-fact tone David answered, "Like the taste of steak
better!"
	Aaron threw back his head and roared with laughter. The laughter
caused the muscles still encasing David's detumescent cock to ripple,
deliciously.
	Carefully, Aaron raised off his captive and stated, "I need a
shower," adding, "ALONE! I don't trust you!" the last was delivered with a
knowing chuckle and a wink.
	"I don't trust myself either, anymore," adding, "especially with
YOU!"


	Having found each other, and particularly David having unlocked the
door to his latent sensuality, their private get-togethers were lascivious
and torrid. Both men were passionate by nature, they were to find out. But,
unlike many, they didn't succumb to constant, unrestrained
couplings. Rather, their private meetings may be characterized by some as
'infrequent.' Nonetheless, frequent enough. They would meet either at
David's or Aaron's as the situation demanded.
	David's time was consumed in the final stages of his thesis. He had
taken longer than most in finishing his degree, his illness being the main
reason.
	It was late fall when he began to consider going on for his
doctorate. Aaron had questioned the decision, thinking that the reason was
so that the two could continue their 'relationship.' That was partly true,
David had admitted, but he really wanted the advanced degree. So, he
applied and was accepted for midyear entry.

2004
	David decided to go to Rhinelander over winter break. It had been
well over a year since he had visited his parents, although he phoned
regularly. It was the day after New Years when he left Madison. He had
wanted to leave earlier, but a violent winter storm delayed his
departure. Still the roads were a bit treacherous. His trip was an hour
longer than usual.
	Rosemary Patterson was delighted, as usual, to see him. They sat in
the kitchen and chatted over the mandatory brownies and milk.
	"You look so much better," Rosemary observed. Indeed, he was nearly
back to his 'old self.'


	Dinner was quiet, as was normal in the Patterson household. David
and his father took their coffee to the living room while Rosemary did the
dishes and cleaned the kitchen. David, this time, was prepared for the
inevitable question that came from his father. He did not explode.
	Quietly, he looked intently at his father for a second. His gaze
was disquieting as was his silence. Calvin averted his eyes.
	"Pa, for years now, you have badgered me over this issue." He
paused, "Since I have long ago reached my majority . . ." he grasped the
arms of the chair and leaned towards his father. Calvin was
surprised. "What I do with my life is my concern. YOU . . . HAVE . . . NO
. . . CONTROL . . . OVER ME . . . ANYMORE!" Then spat out, "UNDERSTAND?"
	Calvin was silent, actually shocked at his son's self control, the
vehemence of his statement as well for the fact that David had never spoken
to his father that way before. He regained his speech and declared, "You
can't speak to me that way!" hesitated then stated, authoritatively, "I can
ask you any question I want! I'M . . .  your . . . FATHER!" With the last
statement he glared at his son. The last statement had been used frequently
over the years to assert his authority over David.


	This time, it didn't work. The son had enough!
	David was not a vengeful person, but he had a keen sense of self
preservation. Besides, he was tired, tired-to-death of being browbeaten by
his father. There was no question of asserting physical dominance, that was
beyond the pale. So, he used a weapon he had in his paltry arsenal for a
number of years, a weapon he had never intended to reveal or employ. But
. . . .

	"OK, Pa, but I have one question." His eyes bored into his
father. "What were you doing coming out of a motel in Tomahawk about four
years ago . . . and with some woman?"


	David had been returning to Rhinelander from Whitewater on one of
his infrequent visits, when he saw his father and this woman. It surprised
him. No, it shocked him. Later, his shock turned to anger. Finally, he
accepted the fact and buried it away, deep in his memory, telling no one!
He had not intended to mention it ever.
	Later, he suffered no small amount of remorse in this type of
. . . blackmail. But, he was tired of the constant recriminations and
haranguing from his father.


	Calvin Patterson was a man whose world was closely regulated and
narrow, confined, almost proscribed. He had been accepting of its
self-imposed limits. He had strayed but once and his action, his
weakness--for that is what he thought of it--nearly brought down his world
around him with guilt. He barely survived his moral dilema.


	Calvin gasped, poleaxed! His eyes bugged and he blanched white. His
breathing was rapid. David became concerned. He heard his mother in the
kitchen and waited. His father's natural color reappeared as did his
regular breathing.
	"David, I want to tell you . . . tell you that . . ."
	David raised his hand, stopping his father. "Pa, I don't want to
know anything about it. It's not my business. Just like my . . . " He
stopped mid-sentence. He knew the point had been made.


	The rest of his brief stay at his parents was uneventful--maybe
fragile would be a better descriptor! He returned to Madison, strangely
reinvigorated, anxious to start his new program and continue his life. He
was anxious to see Aaron and tell him what had happened. He knew Aaron had
a way of putting things into perspective. And, he 'needed' Aaron. He smiled
as he drove thinking about this dark wonder. He smiled, too, over his
'need.'


	He remembered one of the conversations they had after one of their
frenetic couplings:
	"I don't know what it is, but I sure needed that!"
	Aaron smiled and said simply, "You didn't 'need' it . . . you
wanted it."
	"'Need' . . . 'want' . . . it's the same!"
	"Nooo . . ." Aaron stated philosophically, "You need air to
breathe, water and food to live. You 'WANT' sex! You don't NEED it to
survive."
	"Yes I do!" he chuckled.
	Aaron laughed. "You're hopeless."


	David had come to desire their passionate romps. Usually Friday or
Saturday nights were 'play time.' David had marvelled at his desire for
Aaron. The words 'relationship' or 'commitment' or 'love' had never been
bandied about in their conversations either in or out of bed. Yet, they
began to insinuate themselves into the back of David's consciousness, and,
if the truth were told, Aaron's, too. However, they were never
verbalized. For both men, words generally possessed precise meanings and
implications, certain words were even more inviolable in their
connotations.
	David had come to accept the state of things and the state of his
life. It was a long, and at times, and agonizing process, ongoing. So much
had happened over the past two or three years.


	One of the routes to his apartment took him by Our Place. "Maybe,
since it's late, he might be there," he thought. Although, they never went
there together, and David didn't by himself either. There was no need to,
for him. As he entered the block where the bar was, he saw Aaron and Rick
about to enter the latter's apartment building. Aaron's arm was draped over
Rick's shoulder and they were apparently laughing as they ambled along.
	David was disquieted. He was not, by nature inherently the jealous
or suspicious type. But that sight sent a dart through his being. "Not my
business what he does," he thought. "I have no claim on his exclusivity!"
he continued. "He can do what he damn well pleases!" he shouted to himself.
	By the time David got home he had worked himself into a state of
self-induced agitation. "Damn! This is stupid," he stated out loud as he
closed his apartment door. Then to himself, "There's probably a clear
explanation!" He showered and went to bed, sleeping fitfully


	It was about 10:00 the next when the phone rang. David was drinking
his second cup of coffee.
	"Hi!" It was Aaron.
	"Hi," came the slightly guarded reply.
	"When did you get back?"
	"Last night."
	"Ya should've called."
	"It was late," he lied, and added, "What did you do . . . last
night."
	"Nothin."
	With light, but directed sarcasm, David probed, "Nothin? Hah! A
horny hunk like you? Bet you spent the evening at Our Place."
	"Shit! Man, haven't been there since we met there . . . you keep me
too busy!"
	"Yeah!" David was a bit angered and confused. But, "Why should I be
so angry?" he thought.
	Aaron thought he detected a hesitancy in David's voice. "You all
right?" he asked.
	"Yeah, fine . . . just a bit tired from the trip."
	"Ah! Of course. Can we meet this week end?"
	"Can't," he lied, again. "Got a meeting with the new doctoral
students." That was the truth. "Then Eleanor's invited me out to dinner,
Saturday." That was another lie. "I'll call you." That wasn't altogether a
lie.
	"OK . . . Sure . . . call me."
	"OK, Bye then."
	"Bye."


	David hung up the phone. A feeling of emptiness engulfed him. He
should have asked Aaron about the previous night. However, he gave him
plenty of opportunity!
	"SHIT!"