Date: Mon, 26 May 2003 07:40:07 +1000
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Opposites Attract - Ch 2

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Opposites Attract

Chapter 2


They relaxed again, and Jeff lay back with his head on Michael's lap, as
Michael ran his fingers over Jeff's body playfully. Staying there for hours,
they chatted easily, confiding in each other, both finding it a strange but
welcome relief to be able to open up completely to another person. Finally,
around 2.00 am, Jeff began to get restless.

"Do you need to be somewhere?" Michael asked him, teasingly.

"No," came the slow reply, "but it's getting late, and Phillip will be
concerned if I don't show soon."

"Phillip?" Michael queried, his face aghast. "But I thought you were, well,
single?"

Jeff laughed quickly, and took Michael's hand in his. "I am! Very much so.
Phillip is the one and only person, apart from you, who knows my secret.
He's my housekeeper, my driver, my cook, just about everything. But he's not
my lover. He'll be waiting outside with the car for me."

Michael looked impressed, overawed even. He'd never known anyone who had
their own driver/housekeeper.

"I suppose you'd better go then," he said quietly. "You will call me, won't
you?" The anxiety crept into his voice despite his attempts to hide it.

Jeff looked at him again, and Michael could see him thinking hard. He took a
deep breath.

"I've never done this before, but, well ..." and he paused for a moment,
before rushing on. "Michael, it's Friday night, or probably Saturday morning
by now. If you don't have any other plans for the weekend, would you like to
come back to my place?"

Michael's heart leapt into his mouth. He was dumbfounded for a second. "I,
ah, YES!" he almost shouted, suddenly wanting more than anything to be with
Jeff for as long as possible. "But I don't have another helmet, and my bike
is downstairs, and I don't have any other clothes," he said, thinking aloud.

Jeff smiled wickedly. "I don't want you in any other clothes!" he said
emphatically.

"But I have to get home eventually," Michael said, being practical.

"Leave your bike here, we can arrange to get it later. And I'm sure we can
sort something out as far as getting you home, clothed appropriately."

Michael nodded. Throwing caution to the wind, he decided to take a chance,
and enjoy himself while he could.

"Come on, stud," Jeff grinned, "Let's go."

He pulled his hood back on again, and Michael replaced his cap and glasses,
admiring the view of Jeff's body, clad in beautiful leather, as they walked
to the lockers. Michael collected his jeans, jacket and helmet while Jeff
retrieved a mobile phone he had checked earlier. They confirmed with the
desk attendant that Michael's bike would be okay in the carpark, and Jeff
dialled a number on his phone.

"Hi, it's me ... yeah, five minutes, okay? ... oh, Phillip, I'm bringing someone
with me." Michael could swear he heard the shock on the line. "That's right,
see you in five." Jeff hung up, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "He'll be
fine," he said to the question on Michael's face. "Just a little surprised,
its never happened before, but you'll like him, I know."

A few minutes later, Jeff and Michael walked quickly from the lower entrance
of the club into the underground carpark and, looking around to see there
was no one in sight, Jeff pulled open the door of a large blue car with dark
windows, motioning Michael into the roomy back seat, and following him into
the vehicle. As the car pulled slowly from the garage into the street, Jeff
grabbed Michael's hand in his own, and said to the driver, "Phillip, this is
Michael. He'll be staying for the weekend, and I hope to see a lot more of
him."

Michael glowed with this comment, as Phillip answered without turning his
head. "Welcome, Mr Michael," he said firmly, as if they were meeting in a
gentleman's dinner party, instead of being collected from a gay club,
dressed in sexually explicit leather gear. Michael muttered a halting thank
you, as Jeff sat back, a grin from ear to ear. Jeff's hand settled on
Michael's leg, and slowly and sensuously made its way up until he was
groping at the mound of polished black leather between Michael's legs.
Michael sighed, lost in the wonder of what was happening, and his fingers
sought out Jeff's again erect nipples, pinching them playfully.

Fifteen minutes later, the car slid quietly through an automatic gate and
into a large garage below a huge house in a silent street. It pulled to a
stop, and Phillip stepped out, opening the door and holding it politely as
Michael and Jeff alighted. His face showed nothing, and he may as well have
been holding the door for two suited businessmen as for a pair of leather
clad men in chaps and harnesses, one's head hidden in a leather hood and the
other's face obscured by a low cap and mirrored glasses.

Jeff calmly walked into the house, leading Michael up a flight of wide
stairs and into a lavishly appointed bedroom. As soon as they were inside
the room, he closed the door behind them and turned to his companion again.
As Jeff dimmed the lights, once more the two men explored each other with
their eyes, feasting on the sight of the leather encased body and bulging
promise of manhood before them. They leaned to each other and kissed, their
lips meeting and tongues jousting as they tasted each other, nibbling and
biting with growing passion. Hands strayed over muscled torsos and fingers
traced leather straps before they pressed against each other, hard and
desiring yet again.

Jeff moved backwards to the bed, drawing Michael with him. He sat on the
edge of the huge mattress and closed his mouth over the leathery bulge of
Michael's clearly visible cock and balls. Michael sighed with delight as
Jeff began to massage his leathered genitals, and his hands gripped at the
black hood covering Jeff's head, revelling in the sensuous feel of the
leather beneath his palms. Jeff reached for the snaps holding the codpiece
in place, and released Michael's throbbing tool from its hiding place,
diving onto his lover's prong and swallowing the hard throbbing fleshy pole.
He resisted the urge to gag as he pushed his face onto Michael's penis, and
slid his teeth all the way down the beautiful shaft until his nose was
buried in Michael's pubic hair. Jeff worked the muscles of his throat around
the pole of man meat buried in his mouth, and ached with joy at the sighs
and trembling contentment emanating from Michael. He loved the feeling of
having his face impaled upon the hard throbbing flesh of a man's cock, and
it was so much more exciting when the man was someone special like this one.

Michael pulled himself from the heated bliss of Jeff's mouth, and slowly
pushed Jeff back onto the bed. Jeff whimpered his need and Michael quickly
swung around so that he knelt behind and astride Jeff's head. He kissed the
prone form below him on the lips, powerfully and passionately, then broke
the kiss and began to lick and nibble his way over Jeff's chin and across
his chiselled chest, until he found the hard brown skin of his man's
nipples. He licked at the tiny erections, then nibbled at them, taking each
in turn between his teeth, biting firmly but not too hard and then blowing
on the sensitive skin. Jeff moaned with pleasure at this attention, his cock
fully erect and straining within its leather pouch, looking impossibly huge
and inviting from where Michael stared at the black tube across Jeff's
sculpted abs.

He leaned further forward, and Michael's lips made contact with the bulging
leather mound at Jeff's groin just as Jeff closed his lips over the
dribbling head of Michael's cock one more time. Michael ran his tongue along
the black leathery rod and over the hide bound orbs of Jeff's nuts, closing
his lips around the firm shapes and gnawing at the supple leather encasing
Jeff's masculinity. Resting on his elbows, he lifted the triangle of black
hide away with his hands, revealing Jeff's throbbing veiny cock in all its
glory. As Michael closed his lips over the head of that beautiful meat, his
own cock pushed its way back into Jeff's willing gullet, and the two men
slurped and suckled at each other in the 69 position for uncounted minutes,
each biting and licking at the hot pole of throbbing muscle sunk within
their throats while they trembled with joy at the warm moist sheath
enveloping their aching prongs.

Michael almost reluctantly lifted himself away from Jeff's cock, and slid
his own prick from the mouth slurping at it noisily. But before Jeff could
say anything, he swung around again, straddling his man, sitting his bare
arse on the ridged abdomen and binding leather straps as his gleaming black
legs pressed against Jeff's sides, the leather of his chaps rubbing against
Jeff's bare skin. Leaning forward, his hands on Jeff's arms, he bent to kiss
the man below him and as he did he felt Jeff's raging erection nudge at his
arse. This was almost like riding a bike, he thought, but what a bike! A
living breathing leather clad monster, trembling beneath him, between his
legs, with a proud and solid dagger of flesh sticking up and pressing at his
arse. Michael ached with the erotic sensations which assailed him. He
reached for his jacket and retrieved a condom and a sachet of lube, and
quickly placed the prophylactic over Jeff's cock, smothering it with the
lubricant as he did.

Jeff gasped as he felt the latex envelope his prick, and sighed with delight
when Michael's hands returned to pin his arms to the bed. With Michael's
weight upon him, he could barely move, but he flexed his groin, and felt his
tool lift and slide between Michael's arse cheeks. As the two of them kissed
and wrestled like this, Jeff felt his prick nudge into place as Michael
rotated himself into position, and then the man above him lowered his hungry
arse down onto Jeff's rock hard pole, and Jeff gasped with the sensation of
his weapon entering Michael's body. He trembled as he felt Michael's
sphincter close around the head of his dick, and ached with desire as the
incredibly wonderful feeling of Michael's body wrapping around him descended
inch by inch along his manhood. As Michael's rectum swallowed him, Jeff
marvelled at the pleasure concentrating itself in his dick.

Michael felt a twinge of pain as Jeff's steely cock was forced through his
anus, then sighed with pleasure as that same tower of flesh nudged against
his prostate and probed up into his body as he used his own weight to drive
himself down upon the upright weapon. As he sank onto Jeff's manhood, he
shuddered with delight at the incredible sensation of being filled by his
lover's hot meaty poker. His butt came to rest against Jeff's thighs, and he
clenched himself around the invading spear, then began to lift and drop
again, fucking himself on the prone form of the muscled and leathered man
below him. This was incredible! He rarely took the passive role in sex,
preferring to be dominant, in control, but the feeling of someone else
inside him was unbelievable. It occurred to him that in fact he was still in
the dominant position, his arms and legs pinning Jeff to the bed so that his
partner could not move, while his body humped up and down, faster and faster
upon the fleshy spike within him, driving it harder and deeper into himself
with each movement.

For his part, Jeff was in ecstasy. He was accustomed to being fucked, to
have his partner use him and dictate the direction of their coupling. It was
the combination of submission and hot sex that excited him, but he had never
before experienced the erotic joy of being subjugated as he was, unable to
move with Michael holding him in place, and at the same time thrusting his
rigid, throbbing prong deep into the welcoming cavity of another body. As
Michael hunched up and down on him, faster and faster, Jeff trembled and
thrust, feeling his partner pound himself down onto Jeff and sending
shockwaves of passionate lust through them both.

Their rutting, sweaty fuck continued as Michael heaved and dropped against
Jeff's body and the two men groaned and gasped together. The musky aroma of
perspiration and male sex mixed with the scent of tanned hide as the
leathered bodies crashed against each other in powerful and passionate
coitus, and Michael and Jeff raced each other toward thundering orgasm.
Michael hit his peak first, a spasm rocking his body as his hand flew to his
own cock and his voice tried to stutter a warning to his mate. Losing the
last shred of control, he felt his nuts contract and his cock swell, and he
drove himself down onto Jeff's prick with one final, ultimate fucking. As
his cock exploded, his sphincter clenched in a vice-like grip around Jeff's
pole, and Jeff responded with a strangled yell of passionate surrender,
humping his body upwards and loosing his white hot cream into the rubber
sheath clamped inside Michael's bowel. A torrent of cum poured from Michael
over Jeff's stomach and chest, and a corresponding river of jism emptied
itself from Jeff's cock into Michael's body.

"Un-fucking-believable!" was Michael's comment, whispered to his leathered
partner as the tide of passion ebbed away. Jeff grinned back at the
beautiful man encased in black hide still astride him, still gripping his
slowly flagging penis within his arse. He knew in that moment that he had
found someone special, someone he had to hold on to at all costs.

As the two separated, they helped each other remove the gleaming, polished
leather adorning their bodies, and placed it carefully to one side, then
collapsed into the huge bed together, arms intertwined as they kissed, happy
and sated, before falling asleep contentedly.

***

When Michael woke the next morning it was dark, and for a second he was
unsure where he was. A momentary alarm struck him, and then the memories of
the night came back and he smiled. There was a weight on his right arm which
proved to be Jeff's head, and he looked long at the strange yet familiar
face. He knew the features well enough from his television set, but began to
feel arousal coming on when he imagined them encased in the leather hood his
new lover had worn last night. Michael leaned close to Jeff's mouth, kissing
his forehead lightly.

The soft touch of Michael's lips caused Jeff to stir, and as he opened
sleepy eyes a flicker of surprise crossed his face, much as it had with
Michael, before realisation dawned, and a cheeky grin replaced the
uncertainty. "Good morning, stud," he said, "Sleep well?"

"Uh huh," Michael nodded. In fact, when he thought about it he had slept
more soundly than he had for a long time.

"Ready for some sunlight?"

Michael nodded again, and Jeff reached for a remote control on the bedside
table. He pushed a button, and the heavy curtains along one wall of the room
slowly slid open to reveal a bright sunny mid-morning. The view which
presented itself through the floor to ceiling, wall-to-wall glass took
Michael's breath away. Below them a lush tropical garden of palm trees and
ferns bordered a crystal clear swimming pool, the far edge of which was
paved with sandstone flag stones. Nothing could be seen past the paving
except the sparkling blue water of Sydney Harbour, and across the water the
green of trees from which the towers of the city buildings rose skyward.

"Amazing!" Michael whispered when he caught his breath. "What a sight to
wake up to every morning."

"Yes, I never get tired of it," Jeff agreed, relaxing and letting his
fingers play across Michael's chest, pinching softly at the hard skin of his
lover's nipples.

As they lay there, delighting in each other's company, and the new
experience of waking up with someone, there was a knock on the door. Both
men jumped a little, and pulled the sheet up to hide their nakedness, before
Jeff called out, "Come in."

Phillip entered the room and nodded to them.

"Good morning, Mr Jeffrey; Good morning, Mr Michael," he said, as if he did
so every day. "I trust you both slept well. Will you take breakfast on the
terrace, or shall I serve it here?"

Michael looked dumbfounded, but Jeff had recovered from the initial
embarrassment of being in bed with a lover. He had known Phillip for years,
and knew he would ignore anything but his job. "We'll eat outside, thanks,"
he said calmly.

"Do you have any preference for breakfast, Mr Michael?" Phillip asked,
looking at the smaller man as though he were fully dressed and sitting in
the living room, instead of lying naked alongside Phillip's employer.

"Ah," Michael stammered, "no thanks, whatever is easiest, and please, just
call me Michael."

Phillip ignored this last comment. "In ten minutes then, gentlemen?"

Jeff smiled. "Okay, thank you." As Phillip left the room, he grinned at
Michael. "You won't get him to drop the `Mr'. It's taken me forever to get
him to call me `Mr Jeffrey' instead of using my surname."

"I guess it's all a bit much for me," Michael said quietly. "I've never
known anyone who had someone living with them like this. Don't you get
embarrassed with him hanging around all the time?"

Jeff thought about this a moment. "I guess not," he said slowly. "When he
first came to work for me, I told him that I needed someone with absolute
discretion. He was recommended on that basis alone. I figured if he was
going to be here 24 hours a day, then he needed to know everything about me,
and in fact, he's become a friend and confidant, more than a servant or
employee. He is the only person who knows I'm gay, and the only one who
knows about my love of leather. He's helped me through some tough times
personally, and protects me, too. I never feel uncomfortable with him
around, whether I'm naked or geared up in leather or any other time. And
besides, he doesn't hang around permanently. Most of the time when I'm at
home he keeps to his own section of the house, downstairs, and looks in on
me from time to time to see if I want anything."

"Then why were you embarrassed when he knocked this morning?" asked Michael,
curious about life with a live-in butler, as he had come to think of
Phillip.

"Well," said Jeff slowly, "mainly because this is all new to me. I've never
brought anyone home before." A look of uncertainty was on his face as he
stared now at Michael.

"Then, thank you even more!" Michael said with emphasis, and he kissed Jeff
again, tenderly.

"Come on, handsome," Jeff laughed, "Let's eat." He threw a shave coat around
himself, and tossed a matching coat to Michael. "For the neighbours, and the
tourists," he explained. "Phillip wouldn't notice if we were naked, but one
drawback of living here is that the people on the harbour can see you if
you're sitting nude on the terrace."

Together they made their way out onto a wide sandstone balcony that opened
off the living room and overlooked the pool. Two comfortable chairs were
drawn up to a glass table, and steaming cups of coffee were set beside
glasses of juice and fresh pastries. Michael looked in wonder at the scene.

"I feel like I've died and gone to heaven," he said softly, "or at least to
a fancy hotel!"

"I hope you get used to it," Jeff winked at him.

"All this and you too? Oh yeah!" he said enthusiastically.

Phillip appeared at the door behind them. "Is everything in order,
gentlemen? Will there be anything else?"

"It's fine, thank you," said Jeff. Then added suddenly, "Oh, Phillip,
Michael is concerned about walking around the house naked. He's worried that
you'll be offended."

Michael turned a deep shade of red, and shot a look of daggers at Jeff, who
grinned evilly.

"Not at all, sir," Phillip said to both of them. "I shall do my best to be
inconspicuous, but please feel at liberty to enjoy yourselves, and ignore me
completely should I inadvertently disturb you."

"Well, much as I like the look of him naked, and love it even better when
he's kitted out in full leather ..." once again Michael was turning red and
Jeff was enjoying the teasing, "... he needs some everyday clothes to get
home in. Do you think you could organise something for him?"

"It will be my pleasure, sirs," Phillip said at once.

As he spoke, Michael swore he noticed the slightest curl of a smile on
Phillip's face. When he left, Jeff laughed out loud. "He thinks it's
wonderful that I've brought someone home, and he really likes you."

"How can you tell?"

"I've known him long enough to be able to see what he thinks, and he
approves of you," Jeff said, certainty in his voice.

For what was left of the morning they lazed around the house, Jeff happily
giving Michael a guided tour as his new friend marvelled at the lifestyle
money could bring, and down inside a niggling worry began to hatch. Michael
felt for Jeff because of who he was as a person, and lusted after him as the
hooded, leathered god with whom he had made love last night. He didn't give
a damn about the money or the fame that Jeff had, but he wondered whether
they were too different to be together. Michael tried in vain to picture
Jeff at Michael's tiny flat, and felt too that Jeff may have second thoughts
about starting a friendship with him when he realised how uneducated Michael
was.

But he put aside his doubts for the moment, and enjoyed the day more than
any he could remember. They swapped their robes for a pair of light sarongs,
which Jeff had to show Michael how to tie. They swam naked in the warm
waters of the pool, and sunbathed on the sheltered patio. Phillip appeared
two or three times with cool drinks, or to bring them a tray of freshly made
sandwiches for lunch, and Michael surprised himself when he realised he was
not at all uncomfortable when the older man suddenly appeared, even when
they were completely nude and cavorting together in the pool.

As the afternoon grew into evening, the two men became noticeably closer,
their playful contacts more intimate, and they frequently found themselves
kissing, or holding hands, or caressing each other in the beginnings of
arousal. By some unspoken signal, both men suddenly stood and faced each
other, acknowledging their shared need and growing desire. Jeff led Michael
into the bedroom again, and hit the control for closing the drapes, sealing
them away from the world. Michael noticed with amazement that their leather
gear had been carefully laid out on the bed, cleaned, dried, oiled and
polished to perfection.

Jeff saw Michael's surprise and smiled again. "Phillip. He thinks of
everything," he said matter-of-factly.

As one, they stood naked and embraced, then slowly, sensuously, they helped
each other into the gleaming black hide. Michael had always enjoyed the
ritualistic and erotic pleasure of wrapping his body in the beautiful rich
dark skin, but this was so much better as he and Jeff dressed each other,
taking their time to encase themselves in the tight, shining leather, and to
admire themselves unashamedly as they did so.

They slept little that night. The hours passed in a blur of erotic bliss for
the two leathered and lusty men. Fingers and hands followed eyes as they
explored every centimetre of each others' bodies. They touched, they kissed,
they squeezed and licked and bit, they trembled and tingled and they fucked.
Time and again they filled the room with the sounds of pure masculine sex,
gasping breath and squealing leather, excited groans and the squelching,
slapping noises of skin on skin, skin on leather, and sweating, heaving
bodies joined as one. The aphrodisiac smells of leather, sweat and male musk
permeated the place, and Michael and Jeff became `Visor' and `Hood' as they
surrendered willingly to the primeval lust and passionate urges of their
inner beings, coupled themselves and sated their animal needs together. They
grunted and humped their way to climax a number of times, and through it
all, they revelled in the joy of being with someone special. They made love.

The next day Jeff was the first to open his eyes. The first thing he saw was
Michael's face, only inches from his own, serene and content. He lay there
for some time, looking at the man who had shared his bed and his life for
the last two days, and his heart ached with happiness. Michael stirred in
his sleep, twisting around, and his head ended up on Jeff's chest, Jeff's
arm draping over Michael's shoulders. Jeff smiled again, and drifted back
into sleep.

**

That was how Phillip found them when he tapped quietly, and opened the door
carefully later in the morning. Making sure he didn't disturb the two
sleepers, he gathered up the leather gear strewn on the floor, and pulled
the door closed again, but indulged himself in a satisfying look at his Mr
Jeffrey, lying there with Mr Michael asleep on his chest, and smiled to
himself. He loved Jeff as a son, and had been concerned for him for some
time, but now this man had come along, and Phillip had never seen Jeff so
happy. It moved him to see the improvement, and made him determined to
ensure that these two stayed together.

**

When Michael and Jeff did finally emerge from the bedroom, they were naked
and ravenous. Phillip ignored their lack of clothing and managed to provide
an instantaneous meal of toast, eggs and bacon, juice and coffee. Without
even a blink, he cleaned up after the men, and approached them as they
relaxed on a sofa, Jeff lying face down, his bubble butt enticingly pointed
to the ceiling, his arms and head resting on a pillow atop Michael's chest
while Michael was stretched out, his feet supported by an ottoman, his
flaccid penis lying across his thigh.

"I shall be out for an hour and a half unless you want anything else,
gentlemen?" he said, more a statement than a question.

"Okay, Phillip," said Jeff. "I'm sure we can think of something to amuse
ourselves."

The older man ignored the comment and the embarrassed giggles of Michael and
Jeff, and walked away. The two young men happily repeated the routine from
the day before, swimming and sunning, enjoying each other's company. Philip
had not returned by the time they began to feel hungry again, so Jeff
rummaged through the kitchen, and made them a very passable salad with cold
cuts.

"I'm impressed," said Michael with a smile. "I was starting to think you
didn't even know where the kitchen was, but you're a regular chef!"

Jeff grinned at the dig. "I know it looks like Phillip does everything for
me, but he insists. I'm happy enough to look after myself when he's not
around. I'm not stupid you know!" he laughed.

Michael joined in the chuckling, but inside his head he winced at the
comment. `No, but I am,' he thought to himself, wondering again if he could
possibly keep Jeff happy when this wonderful man got to know him better.

Much too soon for the liking of either man, the afternoon shadows
lengthened. Michael sighed, and stirred against Jeff's arm. "I hate having
to say it, but I really have to be going," he said, the reluctance obvious
in his expression.

"You're welcome to stay. In fact, I'd prefer it if you did," Jeff said
quickly. Michael could hear the plea in his voice.

"I'd love to," Michael said, wistful now. "But I have to work tomorrow, and
my bike is still back at the carpark of the club."

"Oh, shit, that's right, I forgot." Jeff sat up and looked deep into
Michael's face. "Will you come back again?" he asked quietly.

"Yes, please," Michael responded, almost in a whisper.

They walked together into the bedroom again, and found that Phillip still
worked his magic. Michael's leathers were again cleaned and oiled, and
placed in a large carry bag, while a pair of expensive dress jeans and a
beautiful polo shirt were laid out on the bed. Michael looked at the
clothes, then turned to Jeff.

"You shouldn't have ..." he began.

"Of course I should," Jeff cut him off. "I waylaid you into staying, and we
can't have you going home in daylight in full leather -- some guy might steal
you away, and I only just met you!" The last words were said with a grin,
and Michael pushed at his lover playfully.

"I guess you're right," he said slowly, pretending to look thoughtful.
"Still, I could nick into Headquarters again, see if there's anyone
interesting in there before I go home." Jeff's face gave away the moment of
doubt, and Michael laughed out loud. "Got you!" he said. "Anyway, you've
worn me out, spoiled me for anyone else."

Together they broke into grins, and wrestled around, laughing as Michael
dressed in the new clothes and Jeff pulled on similar items from his
wardrobe. Properly attired, they kissed again, and Jeff held Michael close.

"I'll get Phillip to drive us into the club, so you can collect your bike,"
he said.

On the trip from Jeff's home, the two said little, but sat pressed against
each other, holding hands and kissing occasionally. When they reached the
club, Michael made to go. Jeff kissed him again, a long, needing embrace,
then pressed a piece of paper into his hand.

"What's this?" Michael asked.

"My number. Promise me you'll call?"

"Shit!" said Michael vehemently. "I didn't think! I'm sorry, Jeff, really.
It just didn't occur to me that I had no way of reaching you, or you me.
Phillip, do you have a pen and paper?"

"Yes, Mr Michael," said the older man, handing over the requested items.
Michael scribbled his phone number on the page, and gave it to Jeff,
smiling.

"Make sure you don't lose it, handsome!" he whispered, as he closed the
door, and watched the car drive away. With the darkened windows, he couldn't
see whether Jeff was watching, but he didn't move until the car was out of
sight.

Quickly then, he donned his helmet, and shoved the bag with his leather gear
into one of the panniers. Riding home, he had trouble concentrating as he
thought of all the wonderful things that had happened since Friday night,
and of how much he felt for Jeff. As he made his way into the flat and
looked around, he was suddenly hit by a sense of depression. Jeff would
never fit in here, and how could Michael expect him to build a life with
someone so different from himself. He carefully returned his leather gear to
its special place in the closet, and sat in silence as morose thoughts
assailed his brain.

He was shaken from his reverie by the ringing of the phone. Absently he
picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hi there, stud," came a seductive voice that he recognised instantly, and
brought a smile to his face. "are you naked ..?"

"Not yet," he answered quickly, grinning to himself. "But the guy across the
road is coming over in 15 minutes, so I might be soon if I'm lucky."

"Michael!" Jeff's voice thundered down the line. "You've ditched me
already?" he tried to sound hurt, but couldn't keep the smile from his
voice.

"You know how it goes, kid, out of sight, out of mind as they say."

Then Michael lost his composure and started laughing. Jeff joined in, and as
they subsided, he said more seriously, "I just wanted to thank you again,
and to show you that I hadn't lost the piece of paper."

"Thanks, handsome," Michael responded. "You can call me anytime you want, my
man. I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?" and hung up.

Jeff put the receiver down slowly. A warm glow had come over him at
Michael's words. `My man' -- hmmm, I like that, he thought to himself.

To be continued ...

This story is a fantasy, it is not real and only happened in my imagination.
YOU MUST REMEMBER that in the real world, you can DIE from having unsafe
sex. It is your right and your duty to make sure that condoms are always
used, whether you are giving or receiving. It doesn't matter how good
looking or how ugly he is, and it doesn't matter whether you are top or
bottom, USE A CONDOM!