Date: Thu, 2 Jan 2014 14:04:10 -0500
From: preecherdave@gmail.com
Subject: Billy 4

Billy 4

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Author's Notes

First, I want to wish all who have written such encouraging comments and
those who have simply read and enjoyed the stories, the best New Year in
2014. I have had comments from people in Canada, the US, Australia and
Britain. We in these countries are blest in so many ways. The best to all
of you.

In case you have forgotten the story, Billy, also known as Will, had been
sexually demanding and rough with his cousin Sean in their late teen. Sean
had never forgiven Billy. They had not spoken since Sean had physically
stopped Billies attempt to have sex with him after Sean's first year at
Community College. On Labour Day eight years later, Billy had apologized to
Sean and Sean had kindly challenged him to look into himself to see if his
orientation (strictly heterosexual at that point) was correct. After a
month of introspection, Billy decided to visit Sean and his partner Thomas
after Thanksgiving and try and figure himself out.  He met Paul and began
to realize what was missing in his life. He had a one night date and fling
with Robert a week later and the next week had met Paul again. Below in
Previously is the ending of that second meeting with Paul which had been
sexually and emotionally very moving for Billy or Will as he was called my
Paul.

Previously

I have seldom in my life felt so attached to a person and so emotionally
attached. I would have to watch what I said and figure this out. Was this a
momentary reaction to a situation or was my connection with Paul a new part
of my life? I still had to let him know that this had affected me.

"Paul, I was correct. The right time with the right person."  I kissed him
back.

We lay in a total stupor as our bodies recovered. It didn't stop us holding
and touching the other.  We eventually agreed to sleep and I woke the next
morning on my side with Paul awake on his side looking at me. "Morning,
Will. Can't get enough of you. Your body is lean and firm, beautifully
developed."

"How long have you been perving on my body?"

"Enough to get me going again."

"I am not sure that I am up to the way we did it last night."

"Sometimes turn about is fair. I am certainly ready." He put my hand on his
hard cock. I gave him feather like touches. He shuddered. It didn't take
long until I was doing to him what he had done to me last night.

We took a long shower together and almost ended back in bed but hunger and
good sense prevailed and we had breakfast together. I felt so comfortable
with him. I was trying to think about a next step and finally decided to
act on the spur of the moment. The time for thought and figuring was for
later.

"Paul, I may be out of line but I am just going on my instincts right
now. If you are not doing anything next weekend, you could come and visit
me, take in my hockey game, go to a pub."

"Or spend the whole bloody weekend in bed." He leered at me. "Yes, I'll
make myself free."

"Good, you set the day and time. Friday, Saturday, your choice."

"I like the timing for this weekend. After work on Friday. By the way, in
my books, you are not out of line."

Present

I made some decisions on the drive home. I really enjoyed Paul, no it was
possibly more than that, so I wanted to pursue getting to know him
better. Even if things didn't work out, I realized that I wanted to live in
the city. The town was just too enclosing for me now. The rumours would
start. OK, I was ready for that but I just wouldn't have the ability to go
out any night of the week and meet more people. I had been looking at the
jobs available in our company in the city and I had seen one that looked
interesting last week when this was all hypothetical and looking was just
to pass the time. Now I was really interested.

I also decided that if it was OK with Paul, I would take him to meet my
family as a friend I had met in the city. I could come up with some
explanation as to how I met him. A friend of friend and hockey. My parents
knew that I had played this weekend in the city. He was after all in much
the same line of work as I although he was more on the financial side and I
was in planning and operations so maybe even a work contact. We could make
that work.

It was also time to see Jackie and let her know what was happening. I
really didn't want to lose her friendship. It was strange now that I had
met Paul, I felt more secure and closer to Jackie. I would be honest with
her and hope that she would keep confidences. She had so far.

My first action on Monday was to phone the city office and talk to
Mr. Leblanc, the manager, who I had met at the meeting I had gone to just a
few short weeks ago. He remembered me and was quite enthusiastic about my
idea to apply for the job. He even said that I could use him as a
reference. After talking to my boss, I set things in motion. He said that I
would be missed but I had his support in any way I wanted. I knew that it
could take weeks although the closing date for applications was quite soon
but I had started.

That Monday night I phoned Jackie. I received a very warm reaction and she
agreed that I could drop over on Tuesday night. I only hoped that she did
not want to go any further than a sociable visit. Paul and I had not talked
about our relationships with other people but I somehow felt that I should
not involve myself with anyone. I didn't want to anyway. If he did, that
was his decision. After all, I had gone with Robert the week after I met
him and I hadn't spoken to Paul about it. I hoped that he might feel like
me but it was early days.

It turned out that I didn't have to even think about it. He phoned me on
Monday night to tell me that he missed me and that he was really looking
forward to Friday. In fact, he implied that a week of celibacy would make
for a very interesting weekend. I had asked why that would be. He had
replied that I would be as horny as he would be. We kidded each other about
that. It felt good that we could be that open about that part of our
weekend. We talked for an hour about the weekend, jazz and our time
together. In fact, we talked on Wednesday and Thursday night as well. The
rapport was still there.

Jackie had a big smile when she opened the door. We hugged but didn't
kiss. We talked for a few minutes and she looked at me. "It's true, I can
tell, you have met someone?"

"Yes but what do you mean that it is true?"

"Oh there are rumours."

"Goddam rumours in this fucking town. Ops, sorry."

"You don't have to be on your best behaviour with me. Billy, it is the life
blood of small communities, rumours and other people's misfortunes. One of
the reasons I am going to leave."

"OK one at a time. Rumours."

"Some one says that he heard from someone who heard from someone who claims
to have seen you kiss a guy outside a movie theatre."

I started to laugh. "They got it partially correct. I kissed Paul outside a
club where we had gone for jazz and supper. Not going to deny it to you."

"I take it, a good guy?"

"Yeah! Jackie honestly up to that afternoon at Starbucks on Labour Day
Monday, I had no idea that my life would take this turn. Paul is great. You
could meet him if you want this weekend but I would understand if you
didn't want to. Second one. You are going to leave?"

"Yes, applied for a job in the city and I have been accepted. I am going in
two weeks."

"I have started the process for a job in the city too." We smiled at each
other. She looked at me. "We could have supper or lunch here on Saturday if
you want. I want to stay friends and if Paul is part of your life, then I
want to meet him."

"Can I see how things shape up and get back to you in a couple of days?"

"Sure, not as if my calendar is full."

We caught up on all the news and I had an early meeting the next day so I
made moves to leave. Jackie looked at me. With a big smile, "I guess you
can't be convinced to stay tonight?" Then she started to laugh hard. "Just
joking but you should see the look on your face. Priceless. I'll remember
the last time and I do have good memories." She came over and gave me a
peck on the lips.

How could I be so lucky? We parted friends and we promised to keep in
touch. I had always been basically honest with her. As I walked down the
street, I could only shake my head at the bloody rumours realizing that my
mother and father would hear them sooner rather than later. At least, I
didn't have to come up with a story about how we met and why Paul was in
town. Better talk to Mom first and then figure out what to do about
Dad. That would have to wait until tomorrow evening at least. I had a
really busy day at the office tomorrow. The next day I arranged with Mom
for supper at their place.

My boss at work told me that he had had a request for information on me for
the job application I had made. I talked to him on Monday. He did not want
to lose me but he said that he always supported the people who had worked
well for him.

I managed to make a call to our hockey team leader to ask him if we could
use Paul on our team this weekend. When I described his play, he was
enthusiastic. A quick call to Paul's work number and he agreed to play. He
said some really sweet things to me as we signed off.

I arrived at my parents' immediately after work and my mother was there by
herself. She looked at me silently but sympathetically for a bit. She had a
look and I thought I knew what it was about.

"The rumours Mom?"

She shook her head with resignation.

"Mom I only heard about the rumours when I went over to Jackies last
night. Let's sit down and talk. Dad?"

"Probably today. We shall have to cross that one shortly." Almost
surprised, "You were with Jackie last night?"

"Yes I went over for a drink with a friend. She is OK." I told Mom in some
detail what had happened since Labour Day. It was interesting as her look
changed from surprise, to approval of my relationship with Sean being
settled and finally to pleasure when I told her how I felt about Paul.

"Mom he is coming to visit and play hockey with me this weekend. You would
like him."

"No matter what, I want to meet him."

"No matter what! Mom, I am not going to bullied by Dad. I know that is what
is running beneath this discussion. I am old enough to make my own
decisions."

"Son, don't forget that we parents still see you as our young son. Hold
back as much as you can."

"Thanks Mom. I do have to be who I am."

I heard the back door open and shut. After a few moments, Dad walked into
the room. He stopped and looked at me. His face was tense and his eyes
narrowed. His cheeks were moving as he flexed the muscles there. His look
yelled out that he had heard the news. I decided to wait and see how he
handled it.

He drew himself up. "Well?" Challenging.

I decided to make him react. I looked at him with questioning written all
over my face.

"Don't play smart ass with me."

In soft tones, "Dad, out with it, what ever it is on your mind."

"I heard that you were seen kissing a guy outside a movie theatre."

"And?" I knew that I was being a bastard but I wanted to answer specific
questions not give him any fodder.

He hesitated and then sort of pulled himself together. "Are you a fag, a
queer?" He said it in an insulting and pejorative voice, almost a sneer. I
sensed that Mom flinched.

Keep calm Will. "I may be bisexual or gay. I have had a long talk with
Mom. Do you want the long or the short story because there is story over
the last month or more?" I tried to keep my voice reasonable and level even
though my anger was rising.

"I may want you out of my house!"

That one hit home but still I just looked at him. Finally, "Dad, this is
not just your house. It is Mom's and I believe that there is someone else
who has a 1/3 ownership." That stopped him. I had invested in the house
both as an investment and to allow them to buy something really nice.

"How could you do this to us?"

Angry now. "Dad there is no ... us. There is only a me in this issue. Do
you want the story or do you just want to vent you anger? Your prejudice? I
can wait. Just a reminder, I am an adult over the age of 30 with a damn
good job. I am a masculine man who loves hockey and sports who may have
discovered why none of his relationships with woman have worked out. Jackie
by the way has been in the loop for a month now and she has invited Paul
and me to lunch or dinner this weekend."

"Christ, you are bringing him to town this weekend. Are you crazy? What do
expect us to do?"

My opening, thanks Dad. "I hoped that you might do as Uncle Philip and Aunt
Brenda did. Meet Paul and decide then your feelings about him but treat him
and me with respect." I knew my anger was taking hold. My voice raised a
few decibels. "Goddamn it, Dad, I am still the guy I was last week. I
haven't changed my abilities, my interests, well maybe one interest." I
couldn't help but smile at the last statement. Dad didn't smile. "My choice
of partners is not yours to make. I repeat. I am still the same guy I was
last week!"

He looked a little stunned at my raised voice and my rant. Luckily, Mom
intervened. "I think that we can come to decision here. I want you and Paul
here for supper after your hockey game unless you want to go out with the
guys. So the alternative is lunch on Sunday before you leave. Douglas, I
expect you to be present." Douglas not Doug. Dad looked even more
stunned. Even he realized he was in dangerous territory

"I'll discuss it with Paul tonight and get back to you. OK?"

Mom smiled and nodded yes. Dad muttered something about this guy already
making my decisions for me.

That one I could not let go. I used my 'I am in charge and you will not
take control' tone of voice. "Dad! Paul is a friend and my guest this
weekend. He gets a share in deciding what we do. It is a courtesy," I
paused, and almost sweetly, "Amongst other things."

I had cooled down a bit and decided what to do next. "Now I would like to
explain what has happened." I did. I didn't get quite the same reaction as
I had from Mom. There were more surprised looks and scowls but in the end,
he accepted that Paul was coming and he would meet him. Not with a lot of
grace but more than I had expected at the outset. We had a little way to
go, uphill.

Later on the telephone. "So is it like Daniel in the lion's den? Or do I
get a trial?"

"Sorry, Paul if this is becoming too much like meet the parents, you can
back out. It is just that this is a small town and I can't just bring in a
male friend who I was seen kissing last weekend and not introduce him to my
parents. Really, you can back out."

"Will, I guess it is the charm offensive and me on my best behaviour." He
paused. "In public." I couldn't help laughing at his tone and innuendo.

"I can take the public and private."

"You sure did last week. I am getting turned on already."

"OK, you horny bastard. Do you know how much I miss you and also the
private stuff but really just you?"

"I think that we are probably equal. I am really looking forward to the
weekend, even with meet the parents."

We signed off and I told him that I had made no plans for Friday after
work. It was just he and I. He growled. This guy was really getting to
me. I think that my Dad may have met his match.

I managed to get by on Thursday and Friday. When I was on the shop floor, I
had a few appraising looks but I was the boss and I had a reputation for
being tough and firm but fair; certainly, not someone you took shots at. I
did have a friend, Alex, in the office who looked at me and told me that he
hoped that everything was going OK. We both knew what he was talking about;
so over coffee, I gave him the short version of the story. He played hockey
with us so he told me that he was looking forward to the game and meeting
Paul. One ally.

The door bell rang at 7:30 and there was Paul with all his stuff at my
front door. He came in and I lost it. I pulled him towards me and kissed
him deeply. He dropped everything and kissed me back. Obviously, it had
been a long week for both of us. I don't think that I ever had a kiss like
it. I was excited and hard by the time we broke it off. I put arm around
his waist and felt his butt.

"You testing the target."

"Maybe I have the bulls eye on my butt."

He felt mine and told me it was just right. We put his stuff away and had a
good supper that I had put together, with a good bottle of wine. We were
quite mellow by the time we finished. I had filled him in on our schedule
and he had looked at me as he were calculating something. "Yeah, lots of
time for other things as well."

I raised my eyebrows. "No time like the present. Wouldn't want to miss a
second this weekend."

I walked over to him putting my arm over his shoulder and I steered him to
the bedroom. It was then that he took the initiative. He sat on the bed and
cocked his head to the side. "I have been fantasizing all week. Would you
stand there and strip?" I gave him a smile and a look. "You're right I want
to watch you strip. Turn your back to me and start. It is my video."

"Pervert!"

"Yeah but it is in a good cause, getting you naked."

I had seen several striptease in movies. So I slowly and dramatically took
off my shirt and t shirt and turned my head to look at him as I flung my
clothes over my shoulder at him. He grabbed them and smelt them. Then
slowly it was my pants and just my pants. I let them drop to the floor. I
stepped out of them and then bent over from the waist to pick them up. He
made very rude noises. Then my shorts came off very slowly, down over my
ass and I picked them up with my bare ass on display as I bent down. I
threw them to him. He put them to his face. Shit I was already hard. Never
knew that this sort of thing could be such a turn on. To his encouragement,
I slowly turned around with my erection bouncing as I moved. Paul's eyes
were as big as saucers.

"Exactly what I remembered. Come here. You are as wonderful as I
remembered."

I stood in front of him and he reached forward with his hands putting them
on my ass. He opened his mouth as my cock touched his lips. His hands on my
ass slowly pulled me in, sucking and licking me until I was totally in his
mouth and throat. "Paul!" was all could exclaim or do. Then I started to
run my hands through his hair as I felt one finger circling my entrance. It
went in. I moaned his name again.

I took charge. I came out so he could breathe and pulled him up. I slowly
stripped him making certain that I licked and bit his nipples as I took his
shirt off. I knelt in front of him and undid his belt and fly and took off
both pants and shorts in one quick movement. His cock was in my mouth
immediately. I could taste him and his precum. I sucked him hard. I looked
at him smiling as I told him his taste was even better than I remembered.

Eventually, I stood up and found the condoms and the lube. In one swift
movement, I let him know how this was going to go by kneeling in front of
him, wetting his head and putting the condom on him with my mouth and
fingers. He shivered.

He grabbed me and we ended up in the bed kissing, biting and feeling each
other all over for a long time. I was sensitive to any touch. I finally lay
on my back with my legs apart and handed him the lube. "You use this first
on me and then I want it back." He smiled and put in lots. I took the lube
and slowly put lots on him but with soft, soft touches. He was making
noises in his throat. He knelt between my legs bending over to kiss me as I
placed him at my entrance.

"Paul, I have dreamed of this all week. I saw your magnificent body
hovering over me like this many times." I ran my hands over his chest
pulling the hair and then put them on his ass and started to pull him into
me. "Just let me direct this scene and then it is yours."

My body resisted at first. So I used my hands to move him in slow back and
forth movements until I pulled him just in to the first opening. My body
was spasming but I knew it would stop especially as he kissed me with his
tongue. It actually felt incredible. I finally slowly pulled him in until
he could go no further. I was filled with Paul. It felt so right. It felt
so damn good. Then I told him it was his scene.

I think that we both knew that it would not last long but we both knew that
this would only be the first of several times that night so that didn't
matter. He was a great lover. He stroked slowly at first with long, slow
thrusts. It was exquisite. Then short quick thrusts at my entrance and then
over my prostate. He had my body vibrating with electricity. Fair was fair,
my hands were everywhere. He was especially vocal when I first put my
fingers between us and squeezed and pulled his balls. I stroked his cock as
he stroked in and out. Then he was very vocal when I was able to reach
behind and get a finger in him. He retaliated with nips to my nipples and
light bits to my shoulder. I guess I thrashed a bit and was even more
vocal.

I finally started to stroke myself. "I'm close."

"Lover, I have been close since we started. Had to picture my grandmother
naked a couple of times."

"Then I think that it is time to finish." Flashed through my that he had
called me lover.

I started to stroke myself harder and faster while I contracted and
released my ass muscles harder and faster. I pulled him down and bit his
nipple.

"Will, oh shit ...." I felt him tense and change his rhythm and then go in
all the way. I could feel him pulse once, twice, three times and then he
started to stroke in and out again to finish his orgasm. Suddenly, I shot
out a weeks worth of semen all over my chest and stomach. I pulled him down
to me in a frantic kiss. I could finally feel him softening and he came
out. I turned us sideways holding him tight.

I slipped the condom off him and bent over and cleaned him off with my
tongue. "No more clean up. Just hold me tight. Wake me anytime during the
night for a repeat. You are amazing."

"Will, it takes two." His eyes were damp. So were mine.

At some point in the night, I woke to find a hot mouth on my cock and a
very few minutes later a condom on it.

As he sat on my cock while I lay looking up at him, "Will, I need you in
me." His voice was beseeching and gentle. It almost hurt it was so intense.

This time it was me looking and admiring his body when he woke up in the
morning. My kiss started it all again. We ended up in the shower with fresh
and dried cum all over our chests, stomach and groin. We were both semi
hard as we dried each other off but by common agreement, we would wait for
later in the day.

We had breakfast with just shorts on the next morning. I could not resist
touching him and kissing him time and time again. We showered together and
ended up using our hands and mouth to finish each other off. We were like a
couple of adolescents who were new to sex and I guess for me that was
partly true. We wanted to have an early lunch because our game was in the
early afternoon. We planned to go out for drink with the guys after the
game and to my parents for supper. Lunch tomorrow would be with Jackie.

Most of the guys must have heard the rumours but there was not a comment
made. In fact, they welcomed Paul warmly. I watched him on the ice during
warm up and you could see, almost feel his strength and skill. I don't
think it was lost on my team members. Alex came over just before we left
the ice telling him that we were lucky to have him. In his usual, self
effacing way, Paul said that he should wait until he saw him play.

Miracle of miracles, just as the game was to start I saw first my mother
and then my father come into the stands. What did she have to do to make
that happen? I was elated.

Towards the end of the first period, I watched Paul as I was on the bench
for this shift. He was a very strong skater and I watched as he stopped a
rush on our goal with some really good moves. Then suddenly when our team
was in our opponents end, one of their players tried to make a clearing
pass. Paul anticipated it and intercepted the pass and stick handled toward
the goal. Half way between the goal and the blue line, he used his wrist
and arms to send the puck up high and hard into the left corner of the
net. We were ahead one to nothing. The team mobbed him.

In the second period, I scored from a pass from Paul and that took us into
the third period leading 2 to nothing. Paul was brilliant on defence as the
other team desperately fought to catch up. One of their bigger players
boarded Paul quite hard. I heard Paul as he looked at the guy telling him
not to try that one again. I noticed minutes later that the guy was against
the boards with Paul behind him. The guy didn't bother Paul again. Strong
but so gentle.

We went for a drink with the guys. They couldn't stop talking about what
great contribution he made to the team today. One guy noted that his pass
to me had been brilliant. Neither of us had to pay for any drinks.

We arrived early at my parents'. "Well you made an impression on the
team. Now my parents. They were in the stands by the way."

"Shit, I am nervous. Give me a kiss. Just for encouragement."

I gave him a good one. "Well that may start yet another round of rumours
and I don't care."

Mom must have heard us come in. She appeared at the end of the hall, big
smile on her face. "Mom, Paul. Paul, Mom."

"Hi Mom." That was Paul and Mom was beaming.

Dad came out of the kitchen. He stopped gave an appraising look at
Paul. "Paul, I assume. I'm Doug. I assume that you were number 9." Paul
smiled a yes. "You guys played an amazing game. You operated like a team."

I almost had tears in my eyes. This was my Dad doing an Uncle Philip. OK
Will, no time for being emotional. "Thanks Dad. I told you that he was
good. The team would like to have him here for every game.  But ...." I
shrugged and he smiled and it was warm smile. Wow.

Mom and Dad took us into the living room and offered drinks. I had a beer
as did Paul and Dad. Mom had some sherry. We talked about the game and then
about the NHL and the chances of the various teams. Something was said and
Dad discovered that Paul liked fishing. They were off. At one point over a
discussion of whether bass or pickerel were the best for sport and eating,
Mom and I looked at each other and smiled. Her smile said it all. My father
had met his match. My guy had landed him hook, line and sinker to use the
old fishing expression. Oh, it wasn't a phoney Paul. It was my Paul as I
had come to know him. There was talk of fishing trips in the spring when
the seasons opened. Dad and I used to do it all the time and now it would
be the three of us. I wanted to break out into song I was so happy.

Supper only quietened the talk a little but everything was cordial. I guess
a couple of glasses of wine didn't hurt. Mom asked about our jobs and again
Paul surprised them with his knowledge and position which was almost the
same as mine. When we left there were genuine invitations to return.

I woke up the next morning and he was watching me. He had a smile on his
face. "You, Will, are one horny bugger."

"Me? Who woke me up in the middle of the night ... again?"

"Damn and you never moved a muscle?"

"Well you are my guest and it would have been impolite." I said it in the
most innocent, sweet voice. "No get that look off your face. My politeness
to a guest only goes so far. No don't touch me there. It is going to fall
off!!! Breakfast now." I scrambled out of bed and locked the bathroom
door. His frantic pleas only caused us to laugh louder. I opened the door
and hugged him. We were naked and aroused but I made it clear that it was
breakfast. He slapped my ass. It sent incredible shock waves through my
body. I didn't tell him. We were both still laughing. What a wonderful way
to start the morning. I hoped that there would be many more.

Jackie opened the door and gave Paul the once over. "So this must be
Paul. Welcome." Then she welcomed us with hugs and kisses. I could see that
there was resignation in her eyes and face. We talked about her move and
what a difference it was going to be from the town and its constant
rumours. She was hoping to strike out and meet a new crowd but she wanted
to keep her friends from the town as well in the city. We actually had a
lot of fun.

At one point she was in the kitchen getting dessert and she called for my
help. She looked at me. "Billy, he is smitten. And so are you. Don't let
him get away. He is a great guy."

"Thanks Jackie, I don't intend to." That was all that was said. I felt a
bit sad for her but I was certain that she would find someone in the city
and not be encumbered by me who had not been able to make a commitment to
her.

We had had a good lunch with Jackie and we both didn't really want to
leave. When we were in the car about to head back to my place, Paul looked
at me. "She really likes you. You know each other very well I assume."

"Yeah, we know each other VERY well but I have never lied to her. We acted
as VERY close friends. The week after I came back from seeing you, I told
her about what had happened from Labour Day to Thanksgiving and after my
last visit with you, I told her about you. Her words, 'if he is going to be
part of your life, as a friend I want to meet him'. We have only been
friends since my first visit with you."

"So I am part of your life?" He gave a small, quizzical smile.

"I hope so. Or maybe I should say that I would like you to be."

He didn't say a word but he leaned over and gave me a loving kiss. I felt
as if we had sealed a deal of some kind. I decided to leave it at that.

It was 3 in the afternoon when we arrived back at my place. We sat down for
a quick drink. The topics turned to interviews for the job I had applied
for.

"I guess that when I am in town for the interviews, I should start the
search for a place to live. Not looking forward to that."

Paul looked as if he was thinking about something. "Will, I don't know how
to put this." He stopped and looked me. "For me, this time with you this
weekend and last weekend has been one of the best in years. I am going to
make a suggestion. Please don't assume that you have to do it. I am pretty
sure that I want to be part of your life, big time. Why don't you come and
stay with me first for the interviews. If you want to, you could look for a
place while staying with me and getting used to your job or ... you could
just stay. You wondered if you were moving too fast when you invited me for
this weekend. If I am moving too fast, tell me. I want us to be honest with
each other."

"Paul, I, I, I don't know what to say." I hoped that I had correct tone of
voice.

"Simple, say yes Paul, I would love to take you up on your offer."

"Paul, I would love to take you up on your offer."

"Settled."

I stood up and pulled him up. "What time were thinking of leaving today?"

"When it is time to leave."

I grabbed him and kissed him. I have never made love standing up before but
we ended up in the hall to the bedroom with me forcing Paul against the
wall. We were just the right height. As I entered him, I kissed and bit his
shoulders and then stroked his very hard cock with my hand. I was surprised
that after all the activity in the last days, it took very little time
until I was ready to finish and from the frantic gasps and noises Paul was
making, he was there as well. With a final thrust, I had an incredible
finish and I quickly stroked Paul to a finish that gave my wall a coat of
whitewash.

We turned and kissed murmuring sweet things to each other. We lay down on
the bed and covered ourselves. It was there that we told each other how we
felt about each other. Jackie was right we were both smitten by the
other. Then a quick shower and a quick supper of left overs before his trip
home.

We stood at the door. I forced him to drop all his stuff and I engulfed him
in an tight embrace. I could feel his strength and his firm body. Mostly I
could feel his warmth. As I held him tight, I could feel his body radiating
heat to mine. I swear that I could feel his heart beating. As we held each
other, it felt as if our bodies had melded together. I had never felt this
way with any person. To me, it was as if we were one. I finally broke my
reverie and the embrace.

"Have a good week. See you on Friday." I paused. "I'll miss you."

"Will, you have no idea. I'll phone when I arrive back."

He gave me a wisp of a smile and in a simple, intimate gesture, he touched
his fingers to my lips and was gone. This guy had me.



Author's Note

There may be yet again a delay but there will probably be another
chapter. Let me know your thoughts on this new chapter. Always good to hear
from readers.



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If you liked this story, you might want to read the others that I have
published on Nifty. In particular, Unexpected Change which has had the most
positive comments and one of my favourites, Getting My Act Together.

Unexpected Change, Nifty, College, April 16, 2011

Friendship, Nifty, Adult Friends, May 20, 2011

Surprising Last Year at University, Nifty, College, June 9, 2011

Murder Changed My Life, Nifty, Beginnings, July 8, 2011

What is Love?, Nifty, Beginnings, August 31, 2011

Getting My Act Together, Nifty, Adult-Friends, November 10, 2011

Surprised, Nifty, Adult-Friends, January 14, 2012

Surprised Eric and Dave, Beginnings, February 10, 2012

Surprised Graham and Robert, Nifty, Adult-Friends, March 22, 2012

What a Difference a Year Makes, Nifty, Adult-Friends, September 13, 2012

Discoveries, Nifty, Beginnings, November 1, 2012

Introspection, Nifty, Relationships, August 1, 2013

Bad Boy Series, Nifty, Beginning, January 2, 2014