Date: Sat, 13 May 2000 14:06:35 GMT From: Paul <yvonneva@hotmail.com> Subject: A New Beginning - Chapter 1 A new Beginning - Chapter One This is a story involving male to male relations. If reading stories like this is something you don't want to be doing, or it is illegal where you are, I'd suggest you leave. If not, then read on. This story is mainly fantasy. The main character is me! I'd like feedback once you've read the story. This is my first attempt at story writing so please be gentle. Email me at yvonneva@hotmail.com The road stretched out before me, a road I hadn't been expecting to follow. My wife died 10 days ago in a car accident and my life took a U-turn. I'd called my clients and let them know what had happened and that I was going away for a while. My maintenance business would survive on hold for a few weeks, so I packed up the motorcycle and took off for Queensland. I hadn't ridden the bike for quite some time and the feeling was exhilarating, I was free to go where I chose, stop where I wanted, and do everything I could to forget the last 2 weeks. I had a happy marriage, not kids although we wanted some, but I've always had an "interest" in the same sex. This is not to say that my marriage was a sham. I loved her, and there was nothing I wouldn't have done for her. I've read about gay encounters on the internet, and I have a secret stash of pictures hidden on my computer. God some of those guys are hot! I would certainly never cheat on my wife though, so any fantasies I've had will always remain just fantasies...... until now!!! I'm in my early 30's, run my own business, and don't look too bad. I carry a bit more weight than I should I suppose, no rippling abdominals on me, although I wouldn't mind them. I'm 5' 11" with dark hair, moustache and goatee. I'm certainly no weakling and other than the bit extra around the stomach area I'm mainly muscle. I've got a fairly hairy chest although I'm no walking shag pile carpet, well muscled legs and I've been told I have a nice arse and nice arms. It's mid March and it's a hot summer. Today's supposed to get into the mid 30's and it certainly looks that way. I'm wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, jeans and boots and fingerless gloves and a helmet. It's an ideal day for a ride and I'm going to see how far I can get. I'm hoping to make the north coast, making tomorrow's ride an easy one to make the Gold Coast, and from there I decide whether to go further or stay for a while. It seems like fate that I should be here on the bike. I had it serviced 2 weeks ago because I ride it so rarely, little knowing that I'd be using it for a long ride. So much has happened since that service, so much that I can't believe or accept. My wife was driving to the local town centre to visit the shopping mall. Some dickhead came through a red light and t-boned her car. Mercifully it was quick. I don't think they even tried to revive her she was that bad but they assured me she probably didn't even know what happened. I loved her dearly (still do) and there's a huge gap in my life now. Her Superannuation came through in record time and I've settled all my debts, leaving a little left over. A percentage of her pension (Redundancy pension, not aged pension..... she got a redundancy from her government job a few years ago and received a pension from it) comes to me now, so I've got money coming in even if I don't work. It isn't worth the pain though. So.... I decided to take off for a while. My clients were all understanding so I had nothing to hold me back right now. Being on the road was a relief, clearing the mind and the lungs. The only problem was that there's too much time to think on the bike, with the divided highway ahead of me and a speed limit of only 110km/hr. I settled the bike at around 130km/hr and counted down the kilometres to the Gold Coast. I wonder what I'll do from there. **************************** Well I made it to the Gold Coast alright! Beautiful weather the whole way, and last night's motel wasn't bad. I've booked into an apartment across from the beach, on the 14th floor and what a view. I've only been to the Gold Coast twice before, so I don't know a lot about the place, but I know where the eateries are, and at least parking isn't a problem because I've got the bike. I think I'll stay for a couple of days and enjoy the sun, maybe find a gym nearby and get rid of some of this extra weight. Losing 10kg would do me well, toning up muscles and losing the fat. Definitely worth a go. I've got to start looking after myself better now that I'm no longer married..... there's that reminder again... Sigh! After unpacking my stuff I decided to head on down to the beach for a while and bake my brains out in the sun. It's only mid afternoon, so the shadows from the highrises aren't really hitting the beach too badly, should be a good couple of hours yet. The beach is beautiful!! This is so much better than home. Home would be stinking hot and revolting, but the ocean here allows you to escape the heat and just plain enjoy yourself. So I take a dip for a while, then stretch out on the beach in the sun, relaxing completely for the first time in days..... Aaaagh! This is the life. The only problem with lying here and relaxing is that my mind starts up again, running through scenes from the last few weeks. The police tracked me down in the evening as I'd been working all day. When they told me the news I just stood there stunned. They asked me to identify the body, and that will remain in my memory for the rest of my life. The light gone from her lovely face, the bones broken in her lovely body. Part of my reason for living gone....! By now I'm sitting looking out to sea, the scenes running through behind my eyes, and I finally find the tears I've been looking for since her death. 2pm in the afternoon on a sunbaked beach on the Gold Coast I finally say goodbye to her, tears streaming quietly down my face. "You alright?" The question jolted me out of my memories. "Huh?" I said, struggling to work out where I was. "I said, Are you alright?" I looked up at the face of a guy crouching beside me on the beach. "I'm fine" I muttered, trying to compose myself. "You don't look fine" he continued. "There's not that many people crying out here on the beach at the moment, so you sort of stand out. Anything I can do to help?" Where I come from this just does NOT happen. People don't walk up to complete strangers and ask them if they are OK, or if they do then they're probably after something themselves. I guess it was the location and catching me at a raw moment, but I patted the sand beside me and he sat down. I just couldn't focus on anything except the kindness offered in a strange place. "Life's just getting me down. It's been a tough couple of weeks. My wife died and I'm a long way from home. You want to make a run for it now while you've still got the chance?" I looked across at him, giving him time to leave if he wanted to and watched his face for reactions. "There's nowhere else I've got to be, and I think you could use a friend right now, so I think I'll hang around if you don't mind" he said with a grin. He had such a cute grin!! Reminded me of her.... let's not go back there right now. Just suffice it to say he had a cute grin. It reached all the way to his eyes and they almost twinkled. Of course I was seeing this through eyes that were still half filled with tears, so that might account for the twinkling. I looked back down at the sand and tears flowed once more, taking all the pain away with them, making way for my future. After about 10 minutes my tears started to dry and I gradually became aware of my surrounding again. Looking out at the ocean again I realised that there was a shadow next to mine on the sand. I looked and found him still sitting there in the sand where I'd motioned for him to sit. He was staring out at the sea, but looked across at me as I looked towards him. "You're looking better now. Tears do wonders don't they? Do you want to talk about it?" "Not particularly" I replied. "That'd just start me up again. I really needed to get it out of my system" "I figured that, that's why I let you cry and waited for you" "But you don't know me, why involve yourself" "Life hasn't always been wonderful for me either" he said with a sigh. "Having someone care can sometimes make a big difference. I didn't have to be anywhere in a hurry so I thought I'd try to help if I could" "Thanks!" I held out my hand to him to shake his hand. As his hand closed on mine I told him my name was Paul. He said his name was Trevor and that he lived not far from the beach if I wanted to come back for a coffee to talk in private. I accepted with a grateful smile. As he stood up I was treated to the sight of a set of abdominals that could have been straight out of my secret cache of pictures on the computer at home. "I assume you work out" I said as I gestured towards his six-pack. "Yeah, from time to time" and he flexxed them for me. "Not bad!" I said in awe. "Is there a gym around here?" "Nah! I've got my own gym at home. Saves me a heap on gym membership and I can work out whenever I want." "Not a bad idea! I want to visit one while I'm here. There any gyms in the area?" "You're welcome to use mine today if you want" and he slapped me on the stomach. "You look like you could use it" "I know" I said sheepishly "I just never got the time at home, and I never ate right. Thanks for the offer, I might just take you up on it." With that, he lead me along the sand and then across the road and past a few highrises until we reached an apartment block about 4 along from where I was staying. We washed the sand off our feet at a tap out the front and then went in through the foyer and into the elevator. We zipped up to the 9th floor and then along the corridor to his room. He opened the door and gestured me inside. I looked around in surprise at quite a large apartment. There appeared to be at least a couple of bedrooms and a balcony outside. He showed me around the place, giving me the full tour. His apartment had 3 bedrooms, a full kitchen, lounge and dining room, plus a spa in the bathroom. Quite a luxury apartment by the look of it. When we finished the tour he asked me if I wanted a beer. I'm not really a beer drinker, but I accepted one anyway. He gestured that I precede him out onto the balcony. I suppose I'm supposed to say here that the view was terrific and all that, but it wasn't bad. You could see the beach to a degree between the buildings, but it wasn't beachfront or anything like that. Being only the 9th floor we weren't way up, but we were far enough above the street to give some privacy. It actually faced sort of North-west so the view to the beach was looking out to the right of the balcony, but the good thing was that you could see clearly out to the west without any other taller buildings there. From that point of view the privacy was great. You didn't have people looking out at you from the building across the street, but at night the lights of the Gold Coast hinterland must have looked great. The balcony itself was reasonably large, having 2 deck chairs, a sun-lounge and a table, with plenty of space in between. He sat in one of the deck chairs and I settled myself into the other. We sat quietly for a while, drinking our beers and looking out at the hinterland. When he finished his beer he quietly got up and went back inside, coming back with a six-pack and a small esky. He popped the top of 2 of them and handed me one. I drained the last of the bottle I had and grabbed the offered beer, smiling my thanks. "So.... you want to tell me about it?" he asked quietly. "I suppose so." I sighed, and then proceeded to tell him about the events of the last few weeks, what I do for a living, and how I'd come to the Gold Coast to get some breathing space. "Well! It's a good thing I came along then, isn't it?" he said when I'd finished. "I'd say you need a friend right now, and a guide to show you the attractions of the area. What say we have a bit of a workout and then clean up and hit the town." "Sounds great. Just give me a few minutes to go back to my hotel and pick up some proper clothes and we'll hit the gym." "That's cool, I can lend you some shorts and you're swimmers can dry on the balcony while we're working out" With that he got up and heading inside, motioning me to follow. He disappeared into his bedroom and came out with a pair of shorts and threw them to me. I headed into the bathroom and quickly changed, then took my swimmers out and hung them on the balcony. By the time I got back inside he'd changed into some fresh shorts and we headed into his gym. His gym wasnt a bad setup at all. It took up most of the third bedroom, consisting of one main multi-use gym with a separate bench press and a heap of free weights and dumbells. This had certainly cost him some money but to judge by his body, he'd been making the most of his investment. We had a good workout, and I could tell I was going to be sore the next day as I used muscles that I hadn't used in ages. Watching him work out I was more and more in awe of his body. He was about my height, with blond hair but a fine pelt of blond hair on his chest and stomach that didn't hide any of his abdominal definition. He could lift a hell of a lot more than me and his muscle definition was amazing. Throughout the whole workout we talked, him filling me in on what he did for a living (A rollerblading teacher, which was why he was so fit) and just generally chatting. He was single with not prospects at the moment and his family lived overseas. He'd come to Australia to see what it was like and stayed, bought this apartment and settled in. By the time we finished the workout we were firm friends (if that's possible so quickly) and we'd made plans to head into town around 7pm for a wander and to check out the sights. I headed back to my hotel in a much happier mood than when I'd arrived. I'd found a friend on my first day here and I had a guide for the area. Things were defnitely on the improve. <to be continued> Well, that's it for the first installment. I hope people like it. As I said at the top, please let me (Paul) know at yvonneva@hotmail.com. This is my first go at writing, so I need feedback of any sort.