Date: Fri, 28 Apr 2006 15:19:10 -0400
From: cgard 43 <cgard43@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Art of Love 7

Part 13

     Art groaned most of the day about how nervous he was about meeting my
parents. I kept trying to reassure him, but it didn't seem to help.
     "Why don't you have a drink and relax?" I asked late in the afternoon.
     "Oh no," he answered, "I'm not gonna take a chance on getting drunk
before I meet your folks." I laughed at his distraught look.
     "I really don't understand why you're so worried."
     "Look, Darren, you come from a very successful family. Your Mom was a
teacher and your Dad's a big executive type. I'm just a guy from the wrong
'side of the tracks.'
     "Bullshit," I countered. "You're smart, handsome, well educated, and
successful in your job. You're everything they'd like to see in a future
son-in-law." That made him laugh and I felt that some of his tension had
ebbed.
     I really wasn't worried at all. I know my parents too well to be
concerned.
     It was about a half hour drive to their home so we left in plenty of
time and in fact got there early. I gave Art a brief tour of the area that
was very nice and largely residential. There are a couple of shopping
centers nearby with all the major stores, but we didn't stop.
We pulled up in front of the house right on time.
     Mom and Dad must have been watching because they greeted us on the
porch. I kissed and hugged both of them and then introduced Art. Mom led the
way inside and we all sat down in the living room.
     "Wow, this is a beautiful home, Mr. And Mrs. -" Art started.
     "Just call us Paul and Mary," my Dad said.
     "Well, it's still beautiful," Art said with an easy grin, "Thanks for
inviting me."
     We had a drink before dinner and the whole evening went perfectly. My
Mom asked for my help just before dinner and I went into the kitchen with
him.
     "He's so handsome," she said as she started on dinner. "He's a little
older than you but not that much."
     "Mom," I started to say, but she put up her hand.
     "I'm not complaining," she said, "Maybe that's what you need. Besides,
he seems very nice. Well spoken too," she added. I laughed, thinking once a
teacher always a teacher.
     Art later told me that his conversation with my father alone had been
quite convivial.
     Dinner was excellent: beef tenderloin, roasted potatoes and wonderful
fresh asparagus. Mom had also made an apple pie for dessert that we all
thoroughly enjoyed.
     After dinner, we took our coffee back into the living room and talked
for a while longer.
     "So, how serious are you two?" my Dad asked, rather bluntly I thought.
     "Let's just say we're dating, Dad.  It's been pretty hectic at work
lately and I've been putting in some very long hours." I explained what had
been going on in my work life and Dad was sympathetic.
     "Well," he laughed, "That's what they pay you for, isn't it?"
     "Yes sir," I said, "That's the way you taught me.
     "But what I meant," I said, "Was that we've only had a little bit of
time to be together. We're getting to know each other at this point.
     My Dad's eyebrows went up at that, but he just grinned at me and kept
quiet.
     My Mom asked Art about his family, as I knew she would, and he told
them that his mother had been widowed, where she lived, and mentioned that
his sister worked in our town and was unmarried.
     "Oh, wait a minute," Mom said, "I think I know your sister. She's a
buyer, isn't she?"
     "That's right, Mrs., er...Mary." It turned out that my Mom knew her a
little bit, not that they were close friends or anything.
     As we left, my Dad pulled me aside briefly into the den.
     "You guys are being safe, aren't you?" he asked quietly. I smiled.
     "Yes Dad, we're being safe," I answered, "We know what we're doing and
we're surely not kids any more." He smiled and nodded. I could tell he
approved.
     Driving home, Art suddenly got very sleepy, no doubt the let down from
his earlier nervousness. We went back to my place and quickly got undressed
and went to bed.
     "You know," he said very quietly, "That was a nicer welcome than I ever
got from my in-laws when I was married. Your parents are so nice!"
     "And so are you," I said, "I told you there was nothing to worry
about."
     We cuddled together and I reached around and found his penis with my
hand.
     "You feeling sleepy?" I asked, cuddling against his back. He giggled
and turned to face me.
     "Nope," he whispered, "Not when I'm here like this with you." We made
love and it was the most caring and tender lovemaking I've ever known. Once
we satisfied each other, we kissed again, tasting each other and ourselves.
Soon we were spooned again and I held him from behind.
     "You're wonderful," I whispered, kissing and licking his ear.
     "No, you are," he answered, pushing his butt back against my crotch. We
were quiet for several minutes, just touching each other.
     "I never knew it could be like this," he said quietly.
     "What do you mean, Babe?" I asked. I felt rather than heard him
chuckle.
     "I always figured man-to-man sex would be tough and physical, you
know," he said, "I never knew it could be so tender and loving."
     "There are some guys who like that tough stuff," I said, "But that's
not my style. Is that okay with you?"
     "That's perfect for me," he said, and I felt his body relax even more.
"Just perfect."  In less than a minute he was asleep in my arms.
     The next morning, after coffee, juice and a light breakfast, I was
walking back toward the bedroom when I saw an envelope on the hall table. It
was addressed to my parents.
     "What's this?" I asked Art.
     "Just a thank you note for dinner. What's the problem?"
     "None." I kissed him and knew another reason why I loved him.


Part 14

     The week after we had dinner with my parents, my manager told me he
wanted me to go to a weeklong conference in Chicago. It was a major
compensation conference, and I was really excited about getting to go to it.
     What I wasn't excited about, at all, was being away from Art. We were
growing closer and I knew I was going to miss him. He tried to hide his
feelings though and encouraged me to go and enjoy it.
     "It's all part of building your career, Babe," he said the night I told
him about the conference. "You'll learn a lot and probably have a good time
in the big city." I grimaced.
     "Oh, I want to go," I answered, "But I'm not happy about being away
from you. You don't know how happy I am being with you."
     He put his arms around me and kissed me in a way that told me he felt
the same way. Later in bed, he showed me again as we made love, culminating
in sharing a fine protein shake.
     As the week ended before I was to leave on Sunday for the conference, I
was more and more excited and yet upset about going away. We showered
together after we got home from work, which was great fun and quite
arousing.
     As we dried each other off, I couldn't help but think how much Art
appealed to me physically. Not only was he handsome, he had a great build
and clearly kept himself in great physical condition. He was also just right
in almost every other way.
     He wasn't really hairy which suited me just fine. He did have hair on
his chest and down the treasure trail, but it was a light dusting of hair
that made him sexy without being 'bear-like.' In fact, he just totally
turned me on.
     We were going over to Dennis and George's house for dinner that
evening.
     "I'm gonna take a quick nap," Art said suddenly. "You interested?"
     "In sleeping, no," I said. "I'm not a good nap person.
     "But come on, sexy," I said, "We'll find something to do." I led him
into the bedroom.
     Something to do involved sucking each other but I decided to add
something new to the mix. We were 69-ing and I pulled him over on top of me,
and then moved up on the bed a bit.
     I moved his cock and balls to the side and gently ran my tongue along
the skin behind his balls. He gasped, so I did it again, several times.
     Moving a little bit further still, I found I could reach his hole. It
was actually very sexy looking, surrounded by short, fine hairs. I started
tonguing it gently. He first jerked his body away from my tongue, but I
grabbed his ass and pulled him back to me. He moaned and moaned so I picked
up the speed a little bit and went at his hole more aggressively.
     "Oh God, man," he cried out, meanwhile pushing his ass back against my
tongue. Obviously, I'd found a new pleasant game to play, and I played it to
the hilt. I moved out from under him but left him lying on his front.
     "Just relax and enjoy this," I said, renewing my gentle oral attack on
his hole. He moaned and wriggled from side to side for several minutes. I
knew it was exciting him by the way he was squirming around.
     "Stop, man," he said after a few minutes, his voice hoarse.
     "You don't like that?" I asked.
     "Hell yes, I like that, but it's just too good! You're driving me
crazy."
     "That's the idea, stud," I answered and went back to playing with his
hole with my tongue.  After a few more minutes, he pulled away again.
     "Let me try doing that to you before I lose it completely."
     He lifted himself and pushed me over on my stomach and dove between my
legs, his tongue quickly finding his target as he laved my whole butt and
focused in on my own rosebud. I was almost instantly in heaven, or at least
that's what it felt like.
     "Oh yeah," I whispered loudly. "God that's so hot!"
     For a novice, he was incredibly good at rimming and also seemed to get
very excited doing it. Pretty soon, I too was getting very close to coming.
Needless to say we both enjoyed the new activity but then we moved back to
69-ing and finger-prostate massage. We varied the speeds to keep from coming
right away, and it was a wonderful cock sucking session for both of us.
     "I can't help it, Babe," Art cried out suddenly. "I'm gonna cum. I'm
gonna shoot." I followed in less than half a minute and we both swallowed as
we climbed down from bliss together.
     "Man," Art said after we'd both been satisfied, "You just keep getting
better and better! That was wonderful." I chuckled.
     "You're a fast learner, Art," I said with a laugh, "And that's just one
more reason I love you."
     He snuggled against me and we kissed passionately. I felt his body
relax and he soon dosed off. I laid still, watching him as he slept
peacefully and thinking how happy I was with the way things were developing
with my guy.
     Dinner with Dennis and George was fun. George innocently asked how
things were going between the two of us.
     "Great," Art said, blushing a deep red. "Darren's the greatest guy I've
ever met. This afternoon he..."
     "That's too much information, Babe," I said, chuckling at his
embarrassment.  We all laughed.
     "We're doing fine, George," I said finally. "Just getting to know each
other a little bit more each day. You remember how that works, don't you?"
Then it was George's turn to turn slightly pink.
     When we were home in bed, I explained my philosophy that the details of
the bedroom were best kept private. Thankfully, Art agreed with me
completely.
   "I didn't mean to embarrass you," he said. "I just found what we did
wildly exciting and I guess I wanted to share that excitement."
    "Let's let them guess how far along we are," I said with a grin.
    We snuggled close together and both soon fell asleep.