Date: Tue, 24 Jun 2003 21:20:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Terence Audette <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lost and Found 4

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                         Lost and Found 4

The only thing that I find strange about living on the
ocean, or in this case the Gulf of Mexico, is the constant
sound of the water, the only constant sound in Wisconsin is
the wind whipped snow hitting the windows.  Anyway that was
the first sound that I heard as I was waking up.  The first
thing that I felt was Michael's chest hair under my hand and
the overall warmth of his body.  As the first light of the
morning began to enter the room I was staring at the back of
Michael's head, some strands of his hair were still in my
mouth.  The color of his hair is kind of a dark medium
brown, a warm color, it matches his nature, he's a warm,
loving guy.

My mind wanders back to last night, to fucking Michael and
my cock immediately begins to harden.  It was incredible!
And Michael was right, it does somehow change things, it
must be genetic --- you fuck someone and then you feel
protective of them.  At least that's how I felt toward
Michael, course I felt that way before the fuck but it
intensified the feeling.  He was safe here, here in my arms,
it's where he belongs.  His hair smells so good, a
combination of the shampoo that William sends me, and
underlying smell that is the real smell of Michael, a smell
that is almost electric and intensely masculine.  My
hardening cock is pressed between the hard mounds of
Michael's butt.

"Kiss the back of my neck."  Michael was mumbling into his
arm, his voice still thick with sleep.  I did as I was told
and he pushed his butt back against my cock.

Michael sighed.  "Ohhh, damn it feels good when you do
that!"  He wrapped his arm around mine and pulled it tighter
to his chest.  "My butt feels.....warm...from last night."

I spoke very softly.  "It was wonderful, better even then I
had dreamed it would be and I've dreamt about it a lot.  You
sure you feel okay?"

Michael was silent for so long that I was beginning to get
concerned.  Then finally he spoke, obviously more awake now
than before.  "It's scary Jeff.....a little anyway."  He
half turned his head towards me and then laid it back down.
"It was so great....but like I could see myself needing it.
I guess it's just the whole falling in love thing...and last
night kicked it to a whole new level.  Like on some level
some part of my brain is screaming, "Don't get used to it,
maybe he'll stop loving you!"  But yet the real me, the
normal me tells me that I love you and you love me and I've
gotta take the chance."  He kissed my arm and said.  "Don't
stop loving me Jeff."

Like I could!  Like I would!  Like that could ever be
fucking possible!  "No fucking chance, Michael!"

Michael reached back and wrapped his fingers around my hard
cock and laughed.  "So you still like me huh?"

"Yeah, I'm thinking that I do."  I kissed his shoulder.
"And my cock has really fallen for you too."

Michael laughed.  "Well, after last night, I'm pretty much
liken it too."

I climbed between his legs and slid my knees under his
thighs our cocks are pressed together.  I leaned forward and
wrapped him in my arms my hands lightly holding his face.  I
spoke very softly.  "Don't panic on me Michael."  I ran my
fingertips over his temples.  "I know that commitment...can
be scary.  But, well, I just don't want you to freak.  Cause
baby....there's no fucking way that I'm changing my mind."
I lifted my hands slightly in frustration and then start
playing with Michael's hair.  "You know....the whole idea of
me changing my mind implies that you've left me with free
will, that I have the ability to change my mind."  I turned
my head slightly and then kissed the base of Michael's neck.
He made a little "unn" sound.  I leave my face buried in his
neck and speak softly.

"How could I ever stop loving you?  I can't even stop
thinking about you.  I don't wanna work cause when I do I'm
away from you.  Everything that happens in between our kiss
goodbye in the morning and kiss hello at night is like a
total waste to me because I'm not with you."  I lifted my
head and smiled at him.  "You're driving me fucking nuts you
know."

Michael was staring up into my eyes and didn't say anything
for a few moments.  Then he stretched his arm out and
grabbed the tube of lube on the nightstand and handed it to
me.

"I need you to fuck me."  He pulled my face down to his and
kissed me.  "Need and want."  He gave me a crooked smile and
his hazel eyes flashed.  "I hope you know what you've
started."

I pushed his knees up and told him.  "Hold these."  He
hooked his hands under his knees and I jumped out of bed and
ran naked for my suitcase.  I tore it open, grabbed what I
wanted and ran back and jumped into bed.  I scooted forward
until I was in the exact same position that I was in before.
Michael lowered his legs back down until they were draped
over my thighs again.

His head was raised and he was staring at my hands.  "Whadya
go get?"

It suddenly dawned on me that this might freak him out too
but I gone too far to stop and wait.  I set the small red
and gold box on his chest.  He lifted it and stared at the
cover.

"Cartier?"

"It's for us.  Open it but please don't freak!"

Michael picked up the little box like it's nitro and I
really began to worry.  "Oh fuck Michael!  This is probably
something we should have done together.  God I'm an
asshole!"

Michael still hadn't opened the box but he looks up and me
and laughs.  "Will you fucking relax, Jeff!  I was truly
pissed about you making decisions for me but this is
different."  He shook the box.  "I'm assuming this isn't a
pearl necklace?"

Michael opened the box but let it continue to rest on his
chest.  He laid his head back down on the pillow and looked
up at me.  He spoke softly.  "I'm not sure that we're
supposed to do this while we're fucking."

"We're not fucking yet.  I thought maybe.....you
know....we'd like....put on the rings.....and
then.....well....fuck."

Michael lifted his head and looked in the box again.
"Oh.....well...yeah....that'd be okay."  His hands were
hovering over the box but he wasn't touching the rings.  He
gave me a little boy look.  "You're sure?"

I reached forward and took one of the rings out of the box.
"Gimme your right hand."  He does and I slip the triple gold
band over the third finger of his hand.  "There!  That
wasn't so bad.  Was it?"  I picked up the other ring but
Michael stopped me.

"Let me do that, Jeff."  He pulled my right hand to his face
and kissed the palm slowly and then slipped the ring on the
third finger.  He looked up at me and said.  "You've lost
your hardon."

I leaned over him, my face just a fraction of an inch from
his, I could feel his breath on my face.  "I know how to get
it back but first...this is okay?  You're okay with this?"

Michael smiled up at me.  "Baby, I'm so much more than okay
with this that I don't even know how to tell you, at least
not yet anyway."  He pulled my face down while he raised his
head up to meet me in a kiss.  "You're getting hard again."

I kissed the bridge of his nose.  "Yeah, and I know just
what to do with it."  I was beginning to slowly thrust
forward, the tip of my cock pressing lightly against
Michael's butt.  I moved the head of my cock slowly around
his asshole allowing my precum to get it good and wet, then
applying just the very slightest pressure I began to
penetrate him.  He had been holding his head up trying to
watch, the muscles in his neck standing out but as the head
of my dick popped through Michael's head fell back against
the pillow as he let out a low moan.

Then we were joined by the head of my dick in his ass and
separated by the six additional inches of my cock that was
between us and while the precum had been enough lube in the
beginning I knew that we'd need more now.  I took the small
bottle and turning it over allowed a small stream of lube to
drop on Michael's perineum, where it ran down onto my cock,
and then ran a stream of it along the top of my cock.

I moved my cock forward and inch or so and waited.  "More!"
Michael said his voice sounded throaty.  "I can take more,
Jeff, you don't have to be so gentle."

"Okay."  I leaned forward to kiss him and all the while I
did my cock was moving deeply into his ass.  Underneath me
his body was in constant motion, his pelvis tilting up and
down, his stomach contracting and releasing, his hand
grasping and releasing my thighs and his head moving from
side to side.  I held his head steady and then kissed him
deeply.

"Fuck me hard, Jeff!  I wanna feel the way that I did this
morning.  I wanna know that your cock has been in me that
you fucked the crap outta me.  I wanna be able to feel it
all day."

                    ------------------------------------

"You gonna shave?"  Michael was drying himself off after we
had gotten out of the shower.

"I gotta, it drives me nuts if I don't but you don't have to
if you don't want to, if we go to lunch or something you'll
just look fashionable."  I smiled at him in the mirror.

He picked up the shaving cream.  "Well I sure as fuck don't
want to look fashionable!  My mom says that you should
always try to look clean."

"Well, mom's probably know best about that sort of thing."
I laughed.  "I don't always agree with them about butt
fucking but when it come to clean mom is probably dead on."

When I finished shaving I stepped behind Michael and wrapped
my arms around him while he shaved.  "God you feel good!"  I
ran my hands lightly up his chest.

"You pinch my nipples and I'll end up cutting my throat."
He was shaving his upper lip.

I moved my hands to his narrow hips.  "What happens if I rim
you?"

He laughed.  "Come on now!  I'll cut myself!  I'm really bad
with sharp stuff anyway.  Every time I pick up a chef's
knife I cut myself."

"How about coffee?  Can you drink coffee with anything
terrible happening?  I'll hide the knives."

Michael wiped his face of with the washcloth and then turned
and pulled me to him.  He tilted his head as I tilted mine
and we kissed lightly at first and then tongues got
involved.

He pulled away from me and held my face in his hands.
"Thank you.  This weekend, the ring......you."  My eyes were
tearing up and I laid my chin on his shoulder, my arms were
wrapped tight around him, his beating heart between my hands
and my chest.

I mumbled into his ear.  "Why don't we get that coffee
before I turn into a blubbering idiot."  I lifted my head
off of his shoulder, took his hand and pulled him into the
kitchen.

The coffee was ready and I pouring each of us a cup.

The phone rang.

"Michael will you get that, it's probably Rosie."  Then as
an afterthought.  "Check the caller........  I never got a
chance to finish.

Michael had snapped up the phone.  "Rosie!  For once we're
not naked when you're calling."

Michael's face seemed to freeze and then shatter but a
moment later it was a mask.  "Mr Caldwell.....Brian!"
Michael lowered himself slowly onto the chair at the kitchen
table while raising his left hand to his forehead.  "Ye, ye,
yes...yes he's here."  Then moments later.  "Since the boy
died.  Yeah, we do get along."  Michael seemed to be
deflating before my eyes.

He looked over at me with deer in the headlight eyes.
"Jeff, it's Brian Caldwell.  He wants to talk to you about
the boy."

While Brian Caldwell was telling me basically what Michael
had already told me Michael had laid his head on his arms on
the table and was slowly shaking it.

I said goodbye to Brian and slowly walked over to Michael
and put my hands on his shoulders.  "You okay?"

Michael lifted his hands and then dropped them in defeat.
"I knew they had to be told.  I, I just hoped that I could
do it in my own time."

"Who will Brian tell?"

"Officially nobody.  But he and Joe are both partners and
you're Joe's biggest client.  Hell, you're the firms biggest
client!  No way he's not telling him."  He leaned all the
way back in the chair and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Fuck!"

I sat down next to Michael.  "And you feel?"

Michael shook his head slowly and laughed without humor.
"Oh let's see, embarrassed, ashamed, stupid, vulnerable,
afraid, and a million other things"

I reached forward to take his hand and he almost pulled it
away but then didn't.  "Pretty fuckin scary isn't it?"

Michael nodded yes but there were tears starting to form in
his eyes.  "I feel like I'm letting you down."

"Baby, you're not letting me down.  You're just going
through something that you didn't expect and have never
experienced."  I squeezed his hand a little tighter.  "What
hasn't hit you yet is the reality of us as a couple.  When
you're just by yourself you're vulnerable in so many ways,
both financially and emotionally.  But now that you're part
of an us," I reached up and lightly touched his face,
"you're so much stronger....but you have to realize
it.....and you haven't yet."

Michael looked at me.  "Why do I feel so afraid?  How can
they do that to me?"

"The nature of the fucking world.  Want me to fix it?"

"Whatdya mean?"  He looked questioningly at me.

"You're half of an us.  My half of the us can fix it, just
like if I had a legal problem, your half of the us could fix
it.  So, ya want me to?  I mean it pretty much has to be
done anyway."

"Whatdya gonna do?"

"Watch, it'll be a surprise."  I picked up the phone and
called Joe Callin's private line."

"Hi Joe.  I'm good.  Calling from Florida.  Yeah the
weathers great.  Joe, you probably already know this but
Michael Worthington and I have become partners, well,
actually,  lovers and the thing is that neither Michael nor
I want this to affect my relationship with the firm.  Right
Joe, Michael wants to just continue to do his thing like
this relationship doesn't exist.  I guess that I just want
to make sure that you feel that that's possible.  Great Joe,
great.  I'll call you when I get back.  Bye Joe."

I smiled at Michael.  "You're bullet proof."

"What you really mean is that they can't say anything cause
their afraid of loosing your account.  It's not like they
really want me there."

"Michael, you're a good lawyer and for whatever reason they
keep you you're going to continue to turn out the fine work
that they expect.  And another thing, Joe Callin is many
things, including being a first rate attorney and an ornery
son-of-a-bitch but also, I believe, an honorable guy.  When
my ex-wife outted me Joe and I were working on the divorce
one night and finally went out to get some dinner.  At some
point during the meal I asked Joe how he felt about all of
this, I mean me being gay and all.  He looked at me and
said." "Jeff as long as I don't have to sleep with ya I
really don't give a damn."

"Michael, there's no doubt in my mind that that's how Joe
feels about this.  He's a businessman and his main concern
is the bottom line."

Michael looked up at me.  "He wants to keep you happy."

"Yeah Michael, there's some of that, maybe even a lot of
that but I really think that he's one of those straight guys
that just doesn't give a fuck.  And, I don't think that
there's any way that he's gonna let the information out to
the rest of the firm."

I pulled him up into my arms.  "Nothing bad is gonna happen,
Michael."  I wrapped my arms tight around him while he
rested his chin on my shoulder.  I spoke very softly.  "Why
don't we go out onto the patio and finish our coffee by the
pool?  Naked."

There was a smile in Michael's voice.  "You just wanna look
at my dick."

I laughed and pulled Michael's towel loose and let it drop
to the floor.  "Not just your dick sweetheart, that
fantastic butt of yours too."

We sat side by side on a double chaise lounge that hadn't
been there the last time that I had been to the house.  God
love her, Rosie at work!  The sun was just beginning to get
the patio warm and there was still a bit of mist rising off
of the heated pool.

I reached down and took Michael's hand.  "Warm enough babe?"

"Yeah I'm good.  How warm is it supposed to get today?"

"Been hitting the high seventies but it'll be warmer here
because we're protected from any breeze."  I was playing
with Michael's fingers.

"Michael, let's talk about money and get it the fuck out of
the way."  I could feel him tense.  "Okay, okay!  Stay calm!
It's just that.....well first I totally agree with why you
were mad at me for not discussing the plane with you."

He looked at me very seriously.  "Do you really understand?"

I lifted his hand and kissed it.  "I didn't give you a
chance to make a decision.  I tried to take that away from
you. But let me ask you a question.  Were you opposed to the
idea of the plane too or just the fact that I tried to con
you?"

Michael swung his left leg over my waist and sat straddling
me, he reached down and interlaced his fingers through mine.

"The manipulation pissed me off.  The plane.....well...I
have no point of reference for the plane, it's beyond
anything I ever really considered.  I guess from my point of
view it seems excessive."  He smiled.  "But it sure is
cool."

I spread my arms, which caused him to lean forward and then
I raised my head and kissed him.  "The thing is, if I had
been making this trip by myself, I would have done it the
same way.  It's not like you being along increased the cost
or anything."  Michael's naked ass was directly on top of my
cock, which was reacting with a mind of its own.

Michael tilted his head to the side and smiled at me.
"Jeff, sweetheart, you're so full of shit.  Why don't you
just tell me where you goin with this and we'll save a lot
of time."

I laughed.  "I don't want you to pay me for anything and
still let me shower you with gifts."

Michael was slowly beginning to move his butt very slightly
back and forth.  He laughed out loud.  "What kinda gifts?"

I laughed.  "Well, like tiara's and shit.  No, just stuff,
like the plane....and stuff....it's just that you've got me
afraid to do anything."  An idea popped into my head.

"How about we use your fellow attorneys and let them work
this out?"  He started to speak but I held up my hand to
silence him.  "Really, think about it.  You get Brian, he
already knows that you're gay, and I'll use Joe and let them
work out some reasonable arrangement that we both can live
with."  He started to speak but then stopped and I knew that
I had him.

"You won't pressure them?"

"Honest to god I won't, Michael.  Whatever they come up with
is fine with me.

"I promise that I'll tell Joe exactly what happened and how
I would like this to work out but beyond that nothing.
Whatever they come up with, they come up with."  Michael's
ass was becoming slick with my precum as he gently moved his
ass forward and back.

I grinned up at Michael.  "You can't possibly be ready to
get fucked again?

He bent down and kissed me.  "I told ya that you were
starting something."