Date: Sat, 7 Aug 2004 09:57:51 -0400 From: JayLoveNJ@comcast.net Subject: FOUR BECOMES TWO-CHAP 2 This is the ultimate story of two men, Dave and Greg. Two men who discover a passion for each other, despite their current heterosexual relationships. If you find a story involving same sex partners not to your liking, or if you are not of legal age in the area in which you reside, please leave now. If this is what you're looking for in entertainment, please enjoy. Remember, the characters and situations are alive only in my imagination, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is totally coincidental. Heterosexual sex. Yuk! But it worked for my mom and dad, as it did for yours. There's more, but I promise, the good stuff is coming soon. Bear with me. That's why I am releasing these chapters in sets of twos. Hope it gets your libido pumping faster. And as always, this author craves feedback. Criticism only makes me a better writer. Please respond to Jaylovenj@comcast.net. I look forward to hearing from you. Four Becomes Two: Chapter 2 Greg is a likable fellow, and I find myself drawn to him. I learn that he is a lawyer, like the three of us, and works for a very prestigious firm here in Manhattan. As the evening progresses, Greg and I find that we have more and more in common. As the girls are drawn into more and more conversation, I find myself in intimate conversation with Greg. "You know, I feel as if I've known you all my life," Greg states matter-of-factly, shocking me, as I am having the same thoughts. And I tell him so. At one point in the evening, Shelia lets it slip that she and Annette will be leaving town the in a few weeks for a couple months. They are to argue a case in Philadelphia Superior Court where a woman is accused of killing her husband in a fit of passion when she found him molesting their young daughter. Unfortunately I had forgotten, for I had made special plans to spend those warm July days at a cabin in upstate New York in the White Mountains. "I'm sorry, honey, remember I told you that we were trying to get the trial moved to an earlier date. Well, the judge accepted our motion." "The client does have the right to a speedy trial," inputs Annette. Being a lawyer myself, I know she's right, but being her boyfriend does not make this knowledge any easier to accept. Soon the night quickly comes to an end, and we depart. But Greg and I make plans to meet the following morning at my club, and play a couple rounds of racquetball. "So, you and Greg seem to hit it off," Shelia says, as I wheel my 324i into my parking spot at my building. "Yeah, he seems like a nice guy. We are playing ball tomorrow. I think we might become good friends." "I'm sorry about the trial interfering with your, our, plans. Is there some way that we could postpone until after the trial is over?" "No, there isn't. It's my fault. I should have checked with you before I booked the cabin. Since you are going to be in Philly, maybe I'll just go up and spend some time fishing and hiking. I could really use the break." "Why don't you see if Greg can go along with you?" "Shelia, really. I just met the man." "Think of it this way, if he's with you, he's less likely to step out on Annette." "That's cold. Besides, I don't think he's like that." "Come on, do it for me!" "Okay, I'll talk to him about it tomorrow. Who knows! We might have a good time together." "Good-now fuck me, stud!" I look up. She has somehow managed to get down to her bra and panties without my seeing her. She looks so damn sexy standing there in her matching soft pink undies. My dick immediately lengthens down my left leg as I take in the sight of her. After all this time, she still has the same affect on me. I take her into my arms, kissing her moist lips. My hands gently massage every curve of her body as she molds herself to my form. My fingers inch inside the waistband of her panties, pushing them over the swell of her hips. She was busy herself, ridding me of my jacket, shirt, and trousers. In a flash, she was on her back, and the head of my throbbing member was entering the hot, moist confines of her womanhood. We developed a rhythm that soon had us both in the clouds, and completely satisfied. And I drifted off to a sound, dream-filled sleep. It was almost kismet that Greg and I pulled into the parking lot of the racquetball club at the same moment. Even more coincidence that we found parking side by side. "Good morning," he says as he exited the car. "Ready to be spanked?" "Good morning," I respond, "but I'm not into that." He laughs at the double implication behind the phrase. We grab our gear from our respective cars and head inside. We find lockers, and start to change. For some reason, I felt a little self-conscious undressing in front of Greg. And I didn't know why I was feeling that way. All my life, I had been around the male form, having spent my youth on various little league teams, and becoming the consummate jock in high school and college. Greg seem to be a chatterbox as we disrobed, totally unaware of the weird reaction that I was having. I was so afraid he had heard the very audible gasp as he dropped his slacks. Greg was wearing this pair of red jockey shorts, and the pouch was packed to capacity. I mean, I'm no slouch in that department myself, and I have taken secret delight when I heard the gasps myself after dropping my trousers. There he stood. Greg had a very toned body. A sculpted chest capped with quarter-sized crimson nipples that perfectly matched the redness of his lips. His chest flowed to a rippling abdomen with a thick treasure trail that began under his naval indentation and led to that magnificent prize hidden in the pouch of his red jockeys. The muscles of his hairy thighs flexed very prominently as he moved to pull his shorts up over his hips. And his legs were definitely that of a jock with the thick calves of an athlete. Luckily, I did not become comatose as Greg was dressing, or should that be undressing. But my mouth did suddenly go dry, so it was with some difficulty that I was able to squeak a response when he asked me if I was ready. "I just need to get some water," I responded. "They have it at the juice bar." "Don't be getting sick on me. I want to say I kicked your ass on the courts honestly," Greg chuckles. "Shit, I could beat you with a fever of 104øF," I shoot back. "We'll see," returns Greg. We play two straight sets before we take a break, with Greg boasting as he wins the first, and me showing him some moves and winning the second. "Wow, where did you get those moves from?" Greg questions. "You were only 'playing' with me before." "Just trying to keep you on your toes. Say, there's something I want to propose to you, while we have a couple minutes." "What? I don't know what to say. A proposal? But we just met. Shouldn't we at least 'date' first?" "Ha-ha, funny man. If we did date, I'd be the one on top." "Ooo, stud, tell me more!" "No, seriously. As you know, Shelia and Annette are going to be in Philly for that big trial next month. And I, like a dummy, rented a cabin in upstate New York for a couple weeks. And since Shelia can't make it, she and I was wondering if you would be interested in joining me, you know, for a little male-bonding. Plus, Shelia figures with the two of us together, we could keep each other out of trouble." "Sounds good, what is the date?" "I have the second and third weeks." "I'm sure I can get away. I don't really have any urgent cases coming up, so I shouldn't have a problem. But, I'll check my schedule when I get back to the office." "Good, bring your fishing gear and your hiking boots." "I was just going to bring along some libations." "That's good to. With what I bring and what you bring, we should be shit-faced for two weeks." Greg gives me a look. "Who says I was gonna share?" He couldn't say this with a straight face. "Come on, let me finish licking your ass. Then you can buy me lunch." "Ooo, promises, promises," Greg muses. Neither one of us could maintain a two-point spread in our game for a final victory. After the score became 50-50, we decided to call it a draw. We headed back to the locker room, anxiously awaiting the heat that a hot shower would provide. Looking at our watches, we found that we did not have the time to have the steam that we thought we could have. I did have an appointment that afternoon with an influential client. The showers were designed with individual stalls. Too bad! I would have loved to have actually gotten a look at that thick salami that Greg looked to be sporting. When I got out of the shower, Greg was already pulling his underwear up over his hips. I just managed to garner a glimpse of his hairy ass before he covered up. "You're still buying me lunch?" Greg asks. "The deal was the winner would buy lunch, and if I recall correctly, there was no winner." "Some date you are," Greg pouts. "Okay, okay, to keep from seeing that face, I'll buy." This brings a big smile from Greg. "You know, I was a little apprehensive when Annette suggested we get together, figuring we had little in common, other than our professions. But, I'm glad we did. I really like you. And it's not because you are buying me lunch." I chuckle. "That's the same way I feel. Just so you know, at times, I can't stand your girlfriend." This time Greg goes into a hearty laugh. " What's so funny?" I ask. "No," he says between chuckles, "sometimes I can't stand her either." We both laugh at that.