Date: Tue, 12 May 2015 10:17:42 +0100
From: Alain Mahy <amahy1957@gmail.com>
Subject: Fate and More 2

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I made the reservation at "Le Mirage" and confirmed it to Kyle.  The fact
he had said he was not married was welcome news for me.  My hopes were
again as high as the highest mountain.  It was not that he confirmed he was
gay, but good-looking like he was and not married gave me a suspicion that
maybe he was.  I sure had to be careful, remembering what my father had
said to me in a far past.  My father was buried, but he was so alive in my
memory thanks to all the lessons he had taught me!


******


Friday night couldn't come fast enough for me.  Kyle's image and the little
bit I knew about him obsessed me.  I was fascinated by his personality and,
yes, I admitted it, his voice.  The deep tone it had resonated in my ears
and head.  It didn't matter what he was saying.  What mattered was the way
he said it and, yes, the sexiness it irradiated made my heartbeat skip from
time to time.  Oh my... what was I going to do?  Even though I had designed
and built a car, despite of being at the had of a major car dealership, I
felt like a sixteen year old, falling in love for the first time and who
doesn't know how to approach the subject of his dreams.  I missed my father
even more at that moment because he would have found the words, the advice
of how to handle those things.  The more I thought about it, the more I was
aware that my father had never failed in answering my questions.  We had
talked about emotions and love.  He had told me that there were different
types of love and that each love was compatible with others: the love of a
parent, the love of brothers and sisters, the love for a lover were all
different, yet based on the same values and necessarily accompanied by
trust and respect.

I didn't think that what I felt for Kyle was love ... yet!  For the moment
is was admiration, respect and a strong desire to learn to know him.  My
father had always told me that the person I chose as a partner for life had
to be my best friend.  With a friend you could talk about anything without
being judged or condemned.  A friend accepted you as you were, without
discrimination and unquestioned faith.  If your lover could be your best
friend at the same time, you were really blessed.  He always mentioned the
same example: my mother and him.  It was indeed love at first sight, but
they had a deep friendship between the two of them.  There had never been
the slightest taboo about any subject.  They didn't always agree, but they
respected each other's opinion.  No, they were not necessarily perfect, but
they were perfect for each other.  "Communicate!" he said.  It was
important to talk, but even more to know that the talking would not lead to
arguments of negative discussions.  If I had to write down all the lessons
my father had taught me, it wouldn't be only a book but a complete series
of books.

Friday afternoon I left the office early.  I went to the hairdresser as I
thought it was necessary and I wanted to look my best.  I went home and
took a good shower.  Maybe it was not necessary yet, but I trimmed my chest
hair and pubes.  I didn't think Kyle would see them, but it made me feel
good.  I paid special attention to what I was going to wear.  I went
through my wardrobe, but couldn't decide.  "Le Mirage" was an upscale
restaurant and jacket and tie were not required, but recommended.  But
which suit was I going to wear? Would it be classical navy blue or light
grey?  Would I go for a more casual approach and pull on beige slacks and a
blue jacket?  Even the choice of a tie seemed an impassable barrier.  I had
to decide if I didn't want to arrive late.  After doubting for about an
hour, I finally wore what was my first idea: navy blue suit, white shirt
and yellow tie.  I used my favorite Cologne and looked at my reflection in
the mirror.  I am not narcissistic but I liked what I saw.

I arrived at seven sharp.  My father told me that punctuality was the
virtue of the kings.  Kyle arrived exactly at the same time.  Hmm!  We
shook hands and again there was a sparkle of electricity when we touched.
Out table was about to be ready and we were invited to have an aperitif at
the bar.  We both had Martini's and enjoyed them while having some small
talk about the weather and the traffic.  Pathetic, isn't it?  Once we were
seated the conversation turned to our respective jobs.  I asked him how he
got to be chief editor at such a young age.

- I know, he said, the image of a chief editor is more the one of an older
person.  I always wanted to write and followed the courses of journalism.
I also studied literature.  I started writing in the university magazine
and was noticed by an editor who approached me and asked to write some
articles for his newspaper.  The first article he asked me was about an
automobiles' event.  It was a concentration of old timers.  He was so
impressed by what I wrote that he asked for a second article about the
presentation of the newest BMW.  Again he was impressed.  This went on for
a few years till he decided to launch a specialized magazine concerning
cars.  That was five years ago and I was given the job of chief editor
right away.  I have done it since.  The incident with the reporter and your
car was due to the fact that I was out of town and that the article went
through without my supervising it.  It is something that will not occur
anymore.  I will personally see to it.

He really seemed sorry for what had happened, but I didn't care any more.
The incident had allowed us to meet.  I felt a strong connection with him
and that was the only thing that was important to me.  What happened to
that reporter was the last of my preoccupations.  The new article published
was correcting all the wrong and meeting Kyle was giving me satisfaction.
I just crossed my fingers that this satisfaction would lead to a lot more.
Sitting here with him was fantastic.  We were sharing time!  For me it
meant a lot as giving our time was giving part of our lives.  That time
would never be given back.  Such a gift was priceless.  And it was mutual.
Kyle knew already a lot about my life, as the reporter had asked me the
appropriate questions during the interview.  I still had to discover a lot
about him, but I was in no hurry.  I was determined to take the necessary
time to know him, even if he wasn't gay.  If nothing else I was convinced
that I was working on a lifetime friendship.  I didn't know, yet, what his
position was towards gays, but I knew that when the occasion rose I would
ask him.  It was not a must to be today or right now.

We ordered our food when the waiter came.  We both had fish and agreed on a
white wine to go with the meal.  That was the way we discovered small
common things.  I was pleased.  Those were the small things that made us
getting closer to each other.  I was sure it was our first, but certainly
not our last meal together.  We had so much to tell each other that even
the meal was somehow disturbing in the way that we couldn't talk while
eating. I tried to talk when he was eating and vice versa.  There wasn't a
moment of silence, comfortable or not.  I wanted to share all the things of
my life and apparently he wanted the same.  Although we had a lot to talk
about, we respected each other when speaking.  I noticed with a real joy
that none of us interrupted the other in mid sentence although we wanted to
agree or give our opinion.  At one point our conversation came on the topic
of respect and I was so happy to learn it was the value he most
appreciated.  His opinion was that to receive respect you first had to give
it.  I couldn't agree more.

We finished our meal with coffee.  We had been so involved with each other
that we didn't notice till then that we were the only ones left in the
restaurant.  As I paid the bill, Kyle insisted he owed me one.  Once we
were outside and about to part to each get his own car, he asked to be able
to invite me for the next one.  I tried to not be too eager in accepting,
but gave in.  Kyle said he would call me to arrange our next meeting and we
parted.  Going to my car I felt a bit awkward.  I knew that I had to wait
till he called.  Fortunately we had exchanged cell phone numbers!
Nonetheless, as nothing had been said about our preferences, I didn't want
to seem to inpatient to hear him again by calling first.  I knew he was
probably quite busy and wouldn't have time to call me soon.  There was no
reason to.  When two friends go to have a meal together, it's ok, but it
hadn't to be every day or even every week.  After all, we had spoken over
the phone twice and met in real life twice as well: once for the interview
and once for a meal.  He didn't know I had been obsessed with him most of
my time.  I couldn't help it and after that meal I had even more things to
think about.

To my utter surprise, he called me the next day.  I had gone for a run and
taken my shower when I saw his name on the caller's ID of my cell phone
when I had just wrapped a towel around my waist.  He just wanted to thank
me for the "lovely" evening.  I found the choice of words a bit strange,
but agreed it had been indeed "lovely".  We had, once again, a thousand
things to tell and after being on the phone for more than an hour, he
suggested that maybe it would be better if we met instead of talking over
the phone.  I took the opportunity to invite him over, telling him I had a
few bottles of fine wine and even some Champagne in the fridge.  That's
when he said another odd thing that made my mind race again, when he made
the comment that I was a man "to his liking".  Could it be that he was gay
after all?  I wondered.  We hung up after I gave him my address and that he
said he would be over in about an hour.  I went to my bedroom and pulled on
my favorite 501's and a T-shirt.  It was a Saturday, right?  No need for
formal clothes.

His punctuality was going to make Swiss watchmakers jealous!  We had not
agreed on it, but Kyle was dressed exactly as I was.  The only difference
was that he had sneakers on his feet where I was barefoot.  When I was at
home I was always barefoot because I loved the feeling of the hardwood
floors and the contrasting fluffy oriental carpets.  If I could avoid
wearing something on my feet, I did it.  When Kyle came in and saw that I
was barefoot, he took off his sneakers.  I led him to the living room and
told him to make himself at home while I went to the kitchen to retrieve
the bottle of Champagne that was chilling in a bucket of ice and the two
glasses I had prepared.  Normally seen I drank Champagne only on special
occasions and this was for me a perfect reason to open a bottle.  I didn't
know for Kyle, but for me it was a special occasion: his first visit to my
home.  I was pushed out of my comfort zone when Kyle asked a very direct
question.

- So tell me Junior, you are living all on your own in this big house?

On itself it was a simple question, but it was the first time that he
actually entered my private life.

- Yes, I do, I answered.  I have been living here my whole life.  I am on
my own here since my father died two years ago...

And that was how I started to tell him the story of my life, the admiration
I had for my father and the love for this Victorian house.  I told him
about Elizabeth, the housekeeper, who was here from Monday to Friday
because I was not able to keep the house clean with the work I had.  I told
him quite a lot actually because I felt at ease with him.  I wanted to
share my private life with him, secretly hoping that in the future he would
be part of it.  I was anxious to ask him THE question, but didn't dare to.
I didn't want to spoil the growing friendship with THE question that could
lead to complete happiness or shattering to animosity.  My suspicion was
strong but I wasn't hundred percent sure yet.

Kyle shared information about his private as well.  He loved and respected
his parents very much and was lucky to still have them.  He didn't live
with them anymore.  Quite early he had left the parental house and lived
his own life because he loved his independence.  He loved his mother
dearly, but admitted she was a bit nosey.  He said he had nothing to hide
to them, but preferred having his own place, doing what he wanted without
having to answer a hundred questions.  Kyle talked about his happy
childhood although he admitted he missed brothers and sisters.  His mother
had had two miscarriages after he was born and the doctor had advised her
to stop trying having another child.  He did seem to be at ease as well and
was talkative.

We talked without looking at our watches, but our stomachs reminded us that
time was flying by.  We were not in the mood to go out.  I looked in the
fridge to see what Elizabeth had left, but none of it was appealing to us.
So we did what most bachelors do in that case: call and order pizza.  While
we were waiting Kyle surprised me with yet another direct question.

- And Junior, anybody special in your life?

- No, not at all, I said.  You see, with the designing and building of the
Alberta I, all my time was completely absorbed.  I didn't have time to
socializing or go clubbing.  The very few free time I had, I kept it for
some good friends.  I am not that kind of guy that goes out and finds
himself in a bar, filled with smoke, with the music that comes far too loud
out of the speakers.  Even if you meet someone, it is very hard to have a
decent conversation because you can't hear each other.  If you can't have a
conversation, what's the use of going to those bars?  I tried it a few
times but soon realized it was a complete waste of time.  I am not the guys
that will place an add in a paper (we laughed at that), in short I let the
work overwhelm me and felt happy with it.  When I was home, my father would
be here as well and we had the relationship I told you about, so I didn't
have the need to go out.  What about you?

- Pretty much the same if I can say so.  Not really the type to go out and
look for someone.  I tried a few times to build a relationship, but it
never worked out like I wanted.  My Mum says that I don't have to look for
it, that with time Destiny would put the right person on my path and that I
would immediately know it is the adequate person.  So, for once, I followed
her advice and stopped looking.  I just cross my fingers that she is right
and that indeed I will meet someone.  You know how it is to live on your
own.  It can be very lonely some times.  You watch a movie on television
and want to comment it, but there is nobody to comment it with.  You eat
alone, you sleep alone and when you finish your work there is nobody to
come home to.  A lot of people envy us bachelors because they say we are
free to do what we want and when we want.  And that is true!  But some
times it is so much nicer to share things.  For example: I am a huge fan of
flat screen television and I allowed myself to buy the latest model.  When
I watch it, the image is crystal clear and the surround system gives me the
sensation of being in a cinema, but there is nobody who enjoys that perfect
image and sound combination with me.  I know it sounds stupid but it is a
reality.

- I understand what you mean.  If you can't share the pleasures of life, it
quickly gets boring.

I suddenly had an idea.

- Are you doing anything tomorrow? I asked Kyle.

- No, not really.  Why do you ask?

- Let it be a surprise then.  If you want I'll pick you up around eleven.
I can assure you that you won't regret it.

- Ok, he said, I trust you.

We talked on and on, but I had to make at least one phone call to set up
the surprise of the following day.  I excused myself and went (supposedly)
to the bathroom.  I made my call and received a positive answer.  I jumped
in the air of joy.  What I just achieved was to rent the private circuit
again.  Kyle had seen Alberta I, even sat in it and heard the whisper of
the engine, but he had not driven it!  As a specialized chief editor of a
car magazine, I was sure he was eager to drive the car.  He obviously loved
cars and such a prototype was not something you could drive every day.

The following morning I went to pick him up.  The previous day, once Kyle
was gone, I went to the dealership and put Alberta I on a trailer.  So, we
went to the dealership and once I opened the garage door, he understood
what the surprise was.

- Do you really, and I mean REALLY mean for us to have a drive in Alberta
I?  Kyle asked.

- Yes indeed, I said, and you will be doing the driving!

- I can't believe it!  This is just fantastic!

I attached the trailer to my car and we were on our way to the private
circuit.  Alberta I was easily unloaded from the trailer and I handed the
keys to Kyle.  He was still looking at me in total disbelief.  He admitted
he had wanted to ask me to drive it when he was with his reporter in my
office, but thought it was maybe asking too much.  Now, without even asking
for it, I handed him the keys and we slipped inside.  He started the engine
and was once more surprised by the silence inside the car.  He put the car
in gear and we started to move, slowly at first but soon increasing the
speed.  Kyle was a top driver and I would almost say a professional pilot.
He handled the car with care and once he got it well in his hands,
recognizing the reactions of the car, he felt more and more confident.
Alberta I glided over the asphalt smoothly and obeying every command Kyle
was giving it.  In the straight part of the circuit he pushed it to the
limit, cleaving the air like an arrow coming out of a bow.

We didn't say a word.  Kyle was so concentrated on his driving that I
didn't want him to be distracted with comments that I would make and which
were obvious.  The chronometers of the circuit showed the time of each lap,
being it starting from zero or at full speed.  Kyle broke the records that
we had achieved earlier with the test pilot.

When we got out of the car, my eyes were drawn to his crotch and I could
see he actually had a hard- on.  He had to be well endowed to make it so
visible.  He didn't try to hide it or maybe he wasn't even conscious he had
one.  I thought it was funny because it was exactly the same reaction my
body had shown when I had tried the car the first time.  Kyle was beaming!
He pretended it was the most satisfying test-drive he had ever experienced.
He was talking only with superlatives, just as my father had done and ended
up with saying he wanted one, too.  When I told him what price-ticket the
car had, he said he didn't want it anymore.  We laughed heartedly at that.
When I mentioned I could give him a discount because he had broken the
speed record, he laughed even harder.  He came over to me and gave me a
manly hug, with the traditional slaps on the back.  I wouldn't have minded
kissing him, but I kept a safe distance.  He helped me load the car back on
the trailer and said goodbye to the guy who had opened the gate for us and
handled the chronometers.  We drove back to the dealership and the whole
way Kyle had a smile on his face going from one ear to the other.  He said
he felt a bit stupid to be that excited over a test-drive.  I thought it
was the best reward I could get from someone who had driven the car I
designed and built.  I put the car back into its space in the showroom,
leaving a note for the workshop manager to have it cleaned and filled up
again with fuel.

I drove Kyle back to his place.  He lived in a bungalow not that far from
my house.  It was modern and functional.  He had clearly more sense in
editing a magazine than interior design.  It was a real man's place.  It
missed that feminine touch my mother had brought into our house, but it was
tidy and clean.  He invited me in and offered me a beer as it was the only
thing he had available (a real bachelor!).  He couldn't stop talking about
the car and the experience I had offered him. He thanked me so profusely
that I had to tell him to stop because it became embarrassing.  Two beers
later I announced I was on my way because I still had to drive and didn't
want to have problems if the police was doing some alcohol tests along the
road.  Kyle said I could stay the night if I wanted and I found that again
it was a bit odd.  Although I didn't mind to stay the night, I declined
politely pretending to have a lot of things to do in the morning.  My heart
said to stay and see what would happen, but rationality kicked in and I
drove home.

I was just closing the front door when my cell phone beeped, telling me I
had a message.  I didn't have to look at the caller's ID, I knew it was a
message from Kyle and it was, thanking me again for the fantastic day.  I
agreed.  It had been a fantastic day indeed.  It was a long time since I
had enjoyed myself so much.  Kyle's company was a big part of that
enjoyment.  When I slipped between the sheets I couldn't help to visualize
his hard-on, confined in his 501's.  My own cock responded accordingly and
soon I was beating me meat furiously.  I climaxed and deposited a huge load
on my chest and stomach.  I reached for my T-shirt to clean myself and
drifted to sleep with the image of Kyle's face as an introduction to a
restful night.

Monday mornings were always hectic.  People had rested the weekend and had
some problem picking up the required work speed.  Monday morning clients
were always a bit more difficult to handle.  It was as id they were
frustrated that they hadn't been able to come in on a relaxed Sunday.  I
had thought of setting up a rotation of sales people on Sundays, but
discarded the idea, respecting family life and weekends.  I had talked it
over with our sales manager and he had talked it over with his team.  I
offered an extra day off for those willing to work on Sundays, but the
general idea had not been received with a lot of enthusiasm.  We already
had three to four weekends a year that the dealership was open and always
resulted in quite good sales figures, but that was not enough to convince
our sales team to go on with it.

The workshop manager came up with the keys of Alberta I, telling me it was
clean and filled up.  I didn't want the keys of the Alberta I in the
ignition, nor with all the other keys we kept at the reception desk.  The
keys to Alberta I was kept in my personal safe in my office.  The article
in Kyle's magazine had already caused a lot of curious people to come and
see it.  The possible sales of Alberta I were exclusively in the hands of
James, our sales manager.  He had gotten the opportunity to drive it and
learn everything there was to it.  The potential clients were a very
selected group of people that had to be handled with a lot of care and the
highest professional approach.  James was the perfect man for the job, but
it often happened that the potential buyers wanted to speak to me as the
designer and builder.  Apart from Kyle's magazine I had also a Webpage
designed with the best possible pictures and detailed technical
information.  We were still waiting for the official papers that would
allow the Alberta I on the road.  We also had the visit of buyers from
Dubai and Abu Dhabi.  Those people are ready to pay a fortune to have
something exclusive.  All in all, I could be proud of what I had achieved.
I wished I had the time to design a second car: a limousine type.  I would
have to do a marketing survey to see if there was a possible market for it.
It came to my head to ask for Kyle's advice on the subject.  Yes!  I had a
reason to call without causing the suspicion that I just wanted to be in
his company.

Kyle and I agreed on a business lunch.  The conversation we had over lunch
was purely about the survey to know if it was worth to build an exclusive
limousine that would have the price of a Rolls Royce without being one.  He
came up with the idea of publishing the survey in his magazine, but also to
create a special Webpage, as people were more inclined to take a survey by
Internet than on paper.  He said it would be beneficial for both of us
because he would automatically know how his customers perceived his
magazine.

I received again various copies of the new number of his magazine.  I found
the page with the survey and it was really complete.  The questions were
accurate and precise.  The multiple-choice options were clear and concise.
But what surprised me the most was a new article about Kyle's test-drive
with Alberta I.  My God!  This was the most appreciative article I ever
read in my life.  His observations were honest but he described them in
such a way that you couldn't do anything else than falling in love with the
car.  As he was obliged to mention at least a few negative points, he had
mentioned there was not really enough space for suitcases in the trunk and
being the sports car it was, it was low and thus not really accessible for
older people to get in and out of it.  The last less positive point
mentioned was the delivery time, as it was hand built and that after a
test-drive it would be difficult for anyone to have to wait that long
before being able to enjoy it.  He didn't mention the price.  He had just
mentioned that it was on request.  That article was, for me, too good to be
true.  He had mentioned our e-mail address and I guessed James would be
overloaded with inquiries.  It had just come to my mind when James came
into my office saying he had hundreds of inquiries.  I showed him the
article and he understood right away how it came that his inbox was so
full.

If the sales were going to be that good, we would have to increase the
space for building the Alberta I.  We would have to hire more people and
have more space to stock what we needed.

I called Kyle and we were again on the phone for the longest time.  As it
was getting a habit, we agreed to have a meal together that same night.  I
had been afraid at the beginning of our friendship that we wouldn't see
each other a lot.  I became aware that I had no reasons to be afraid as we
saw each other on a regular base.  Each and every time we saw each other, I
wanted to touch him, hold him and even kiss him, but we hadn't reached that
point.  I restricted myself to a firm handshake and the occasional manly
hug.  This couldn't go on like that.  He was haunting my nights and my
dreams.  I was thinking about him constantly.  I imagined him in all the
possible positions of the gay Kamasutra.  I visualized him naked and
touching me in all the places very few people had ever had access to.
Although I was an anal virgin, I dreamed about having him inside of me.

I knew I had to occupy my mind and my head.  The only thing I could do to
change my mind was to start the design of the Limousine.  I didn't wait for
the results of the survey.  I took out all my sketches and, just as I had
done for the Alberta I, selected the five that were most appealing to me,
transferred them to my computer and began the new project.  You could often
find me at my designer's desk till one or two in the morning.  The creative
fever got me!

One night, around one thirty, as I was about to switch off my computer, I
looked through the window and out to the desert street.  I saw a silhouette
of man pacing up and down in front of my house.  I had the sensation it was
Kyle, but discarded it.  Kyle had no reason to be walking in front of my
house.  We were friends.  If he wanted to see me, he would ring the
doorbell!  I went to bed without giving it more importance.  But it
happened more.  About two or three times a week I would see that same
silhouette passing several times in front of my house.  I was getting
curious about this stranger who was apparently observing my house.  So, the
next time when I saw him, I switched off the lights but kept looking
through the window.  It didn't take more than a minute before I saw that
silhouette disappear in the darkness.  During the following weeks I did the
same trick with each time the same result.  As long as my light in my
office was on, the guy would walk up and down.  Once I switched it off, he
would disappear.  The trees in my front yard had grown that much since my
Grandma July had planted them and hiding the street lamps, that I never
could see the face of the mysterious silhouette.  I even mentioned it to
Kyle but he didn't pay it a lot of attention.

The design of the limousine went well.  Of course, the experience of the
first design of the Alberta I, was helping a lot.  A lot of people had
taken the survey and the analyses of them were indicating that there would
be a definite interest for a very exclusive town car.  I was nonetheless
limited to evenings and weekends to dedicate time to the design.  I saw
Kyle a bit less, but noticed that he was a bit more distant.  I didn't
understand why but respected his privacy.  If he wanted to talk about it,
he knew I would listen.  Strangely enough, the less I saw Kyle, the more I
saw the mysterious silhouette in front of my house.  My curiosity was
piqued and I caught myself watching the clock as I had observed that the
silhouette was always arriving around midnight.  As to not get completely
crazy, I made it a game: switching lights on and off and observing the
results.  It was always the same scenario: once I switched off my office
lights, the man would disappear.  I went through various phases.  First I
was just curious.  Then I began to fear for my security.  Was that man
observing my house and one day I would come home and find it empty?  With
time the fear disappeared and was replaced by laughter.  The last phase was
when I got worried for that man.  He must have had a reason to observe my
house like that two or three times a week.  I didn't know what to do.  I
couldn't go to the police!  That man had the right to walk in the street,
no?  He didn't do anything wrong!  As I didn't know what his intentions
were, I didn't dare to go out and confront him.  Even if he didn't do
anything wrong, he could be a serial killer!

I felt observed for weeks!  My God... I was in shape and strong.  Except if
that man had a gun in his pocket, I could probably overpower him without
too much efforts.  I had to know what was going on.  Just when I was almost
decided to confront him the next time he walked in front of my house, he
didn't appear during a whole week.  I was sure his patience was up, but
after two weeks of absence, he was back.  It was pouring rain and I guessed
that my mystery man had to be soaked to the bones.  I left the light on in
my office and went to the front door.  I opened it wide.  The overhang at
the front door protected me from the rain and I saw the mystery man walking
away.  I threw all caution in the wind and called out "Come in!  I know you
are there!  Come in and tell me what's going on".  The figure suddenly
stood still, probably hesitating about what to do.  I called him over once
again and he slowly turned around and walked towards me.  When he was close
enough I could finally see his face.

It was Kyle!

I was confused.  What on earth was he doing, pacing in front of my house
two or three times a week?  Why didn't he ring my bell?  What kind of
mysterious reason did he have to behave like that?

- Take those clothes off, you are soaking wet.  I'll go for towels and a
bathrobe!

I ran to the bathroom to retrieve some towels because I was sure he would
need more than one.  I took my bathrobe with me and ran down the stairs.
Fortunately it was only raining and not cold.  Kyle stood there standing
under the overhang in his briefs.  If the moment was different I would have
been aroused in a split second, but it was not the time for that.  I
couldn't determine if the moisture on his face was from the rain or
tears. I threw him a towel and the bathrobe that he put on immediately.  I
took all of his clothes, including the briefs that he had taken off as soon
as he had the bathrobe on, and put them in the dryer.

- Can you tell me what you have been doing here all of these nights?  I saw
you Kyle!  We are friends and I thought we were friends!  Why did you pace
in front of my house and not ring the bell?  Kyle, please, explain this to
me because I don't understand.

- I ... I am sorry Junior... really sorry ...  I'll try to explain but
please don't get angry with me... I won't be able to stand your anger.

- I am not angry Kyle.  I just want to understand.  Nothing more.

I was so confused.  It was obvious that Kyle searched a way to postpone his
explanation.  He was one nervous wreck!  He twisted the belt of the
bathrobe in his hands.  Was he looking for an acceptable explanation?  Had
he done something that could cause my anger?  I doubted it very much.  Was
there anything at all that he had not told me and now regretted that he
hadn't?  I couldn't figure.  For the first time in our friendship, I
pressured him.

- Please Kyle, talk to me!  Say something!  This silence of yours is
killing me!

He looked up at me.  I saw him pleading with his eyes, but I didn't know
what he was pleading for.  I could also detect some fear.  I tried to
remember our last times we were together, but everything seemed normal,
except maybe that he was a bit distant.  I supposed that him being distant
and the look he had on his face were related.  Finally he appeared to be
ready to speak.

- First of all Junior, be assured that I consider you as a friend in the
deepest sense of the word.  I haven't and I won't ever do anything to harm
you.  You are my best and closest friend and if depends on me, that will
never change.  But there is something I have to tell you that can make you
change your mind about our friendship.

He seemed to collect his thoughts.  I was aware that he had a very hard
time.  I couldn't imagine what he could tell me to make me change my mind
about our friendship.  Jeez ... we had connected so well over the months
since our first meet in my office.  All that time I secretly hoped we could
build our relationship to another level, but as he was as straight as the
proverbial arrow, I had discarded that idea and thrown myself in the design
of the limousine.  Oh ... wait a minute ... was it that?  Was it actually
me and not him who was more distant?  I guessed I would have to wait till
he finished his explanation to have some answers and maybe do some
confessions.

- Since a few months I have the sensation you're avoiding me.  I don't know
why.  What I know is that I miss you like crazy Junior.  Our friendship
started so well and I was always happy to have you near me.  I enjoyed our
evenings out and when you let me drive the Alberta I, I was on cloud nine.
I just love that car, but driving it with you next to me made it all very
special.

Kyle paused again, apparently looking for the right words.  Or was he just
trying to follow a chronology?  I tried to be as patient as possible and
give him his space and time.  He sighed deeply and continued.

- That day on the circuit was a milestone for me.  That was the day I
realized how much you mean to me and I had the clear feeling I was meaning
a lot to you as well.  In the car, while I was driving, I felt such a
strong connection between the two of us.  It was the most beautiful day of
my life and I was happy beyond belief.  But soon after that day, you seemed
a bit more distant.  You said you started the design of the limousine and I
accepted your explanation, but I wondered if you had something else against
me.  I know you saw me getting out of the car with ... an erection.  I saw
you looking at me or rather my lower abdomen.  I tried to act as nonchalant
as possible doing as if there was nothing the matter.  But as you took your
distances with me, I supposed you were disgusted with me.

What the hell was he telling me?  What on earth had his hard-on to do with
his strange behavior?  I had had a hard-on as well when I drove the car for
the first time!  I attributed it to a rush of adrenaline!  There is nothing
to be ashamed about.  I wanted to tell him right away, but he had already
enough trouble telling me whatever it was he wanted me to know.

- I then went into a bad habit of mine when I feel insecure.  I tend to see
things in black rather than in color.  I started to imagine a thousand
things and that you were displeased with me.  In the following weeks I came
over to your house more than once for not to say I did it on a regular
basis.  Each and every time my resolution was to ring your bell and talk it
over with you.  But I saw the light in your office and thought you were
working hard and I chickened out.  But seeing the light in your office made
me feel closer to you and I came back and back and back.  I even thought
that maybe you had met someone and I envied you.  I felt each time more and
more miserable.  This was not good, not good at all!  We had always been
able to communicate perfectly and suddenly I was at a loss of words.

Remembering this made him pause again.  The fact he said he envied me
because he thought that MAYBE I had met someone made me think hard and
fast.  Was he actually talking about jealousy?  Was he admitting that he
had feelings for me?  Or was he just acting like a spoiled kid who gets
angry because his best friend has met someone?  We were adults for God's
sake!  But when I saw that his eyes were moist again, I realized he was on
the verge of crying.  I didn't want my best friend to cry!  I would never
do anything to hurt him.  I just wanted to see him smile and be happy!

- We kept meeting, not as often as before.  I tried to be as much as you
had always seen me, but nonetheless we were drifting apart and it hurt!
What I am trying to tell you Junior is that ... Oh Jeez, this is so hard!

He looked up at me again and our eyes met.  This time, apart from the fear
I saw love and it hit me like a punch in my face.  What Kyle tried to tell
me was that he was in love with me!  How had I been so stupid?  How was it
that I had not noticed all the signs?  He had even given me clues with some
comments and remarks.  Kyle, who was always the confident and self-secure
man, was suddenly afraid to lose me.  Nothing else!  He was scared to death
that if he admitted his feelings for me, I would reject him!  Oh my ... how
had I been so blind?

I wanted to deliver him from his suffering.  I remembered my father's words
to always be myself.  Well, this was the perfect time to show the real me.
For a split second I thought about what would happen if I had misunderstood
him, but I discarded the idea.  I got up from where I was sitting, went
over to him and kneeled in front of him.  I took his face in my hands and
leaned softly in.  Our lips brushed against each other in a feathery touch.
I leaned back and looked in his eyes that were as big as saucers.

- You ... ? ... How did you ...

I didn't let him finish his sentence.  I pressed my lips against his for
the second time, a little bit more forceful, introducing some passion and
showing him in this tender gesture all the love I felt for him.



To be continued É


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