Date: Sun, 02 Jan 2005 01:01:36 -0800
From: Sec Ad <secad17@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brady's Tale -- Chapter 1

Chapter One

Hi, I'm Brady, a closeted 32 year old gay man.  This is my mostly true story
about me and my "buddy" Mitch.

   I'll never forget the day Mitch walked into my life.  He was 19, fresh
from Army Reserve training.  Mitch's good looks caught my attention
immediately. He was drop dead perfect gorgeous... a 5'8" baby-faced vision
of fresh young meat; black hair in a military cut, big brown eyes and the
cutest nose and lips hairy arms and a few whisps of hair popping over his
t-shirt.  We were introduced by the person training him and although I can't
remember exactly what he said, I knew immediately that I liked this kid... a
lot.

   Over the next few months we developed a friendly working relationship.
Mitch was a pretty quiet kid.  Generally, he pretty much kept to himself at
work.  I was his boss, and although not customary in our workplace, I
encouraged him to call me by my first name. During lulls in work, I would
often talk to Mitch about various things... classes, how our favorite sports
teams were doing, our social lives (mine was almost non-existent, Mitch had
a very rich circle of friends).  With every passing day, I found myself more
and more attracted to Mitch... not just for his good looks, but for his
personality, his kindness and his intelligence.  I was ready to take our
relationship beyond the workplace, I just needed a catalyst.

     When final grades were posted that December, Mitch sought me out a work
to tell me that he got a 4.0 that semester.  Pretty impressive for a first
semester pre-med student.  This kid really had his act together.  I also
realized that this was a rare moment when Matt actually initiated a
conversation.  That was the foundation of a new friendship.

     After that, Mitch began to open up more and more.  I was learning new
things every day about my newest little buddy.  On the night of his 20th
birthday, I had to work.  That night, some of Mitch's buddies had a party
for him.  He had a few drinks and then called me at work just to chat.  We
talked for quite awhile.  It ended with me wishing him a "Happy Birthday"
and "Talk to you later."  Me and Mitch were quickly becoming good friends.
It was definately time to take our friendship beyond the workplace.

     The rest of that night, I could not get my mind off of Mitch and his
phone call.  My heart was racing, my crotch was stirring.  I had to get to
know him better and I had to do it outside of work.  Thank God there was no
work policy against fraternization.

     By the end of the night, I had the perfect ice breaker.  Every year I
go see a couple of NBA games.  It is a two hour drive to the nearest NBA
town.  Mitch loves sports, four hours round trip... plus dinner... plus the
game.  What a great way to work on forging a friendship (or more).

     The next time I worked with Mitch, I offered him my extra ticket, and
he eagerly accepted.  We made our plans for the road trip and two weeks
later we were ready to go.  I met him after his last class let out, dropped
his car off at his house and we were off.

     The trip was a total blast.  We chatted the entire way down.  We had an
awesome dinner and the game was great (double overtime victory for the home
team)... not to mention we were sitting next to three drunk guys that were
hilarious.

    On the way home, we were talking about Mitch's communications class.  He
had somehow gotten stuck doing a speech about homosexual behavior.  During
the course of this contversation, Mitch made mention that he was totally
against the gay lifestyle.  It was wrong and he didn't understand how two
men could find each other attractive.  I was deflated.  By the end of the
game, I had high hopes for Me and Mitch.  But hearing that, I realized that
we would be friends and there would be no "next level" after friendship.

To be continued...