Date: Fri, 30 May 2003 13:41:31 +1000
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Opposites Attract - Ch 3

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Opposites Attract -- Chapter 3


The next day Michael was back at work as usual. If it weren't for the new
clothes hanging in his closet, he could easily have convinced himself that
the weekend had all been a dream, so far removed was it from his day to day
existence. Nothing had changed in the `real world', yet he constantly
thought of Jeff, of the incredible sex they had had, and of the special man
behind the leather mask. His supervisor was just as testy, and just as
belittling as always, and Michael struggled to stay away from him, and get
on with his job quietly.

That night he sat himself down to eat, and absently flicked on the
television. There on his screen was a very familiar face, and one which
started Michael's thoughts racing again. Jeff was doing a story on used car
salesmen, confronting the manager of a car yard and demanding answers the
man couldn't give without incriminating himself. He was forceful and
dominant, and Michael smiled. He turned down the volume and picked up the
phone, dialling the number on the sheet of paper he had carefully put aside
the previous evening.

"Hello?" came a deep voice.

Michael was taken aback for a second, and then realised. "Hello, Phillip?
It's Michael," he said.

Phillip's voice brightened considerably. "One moment, sir," he said quickly.

Almost immediately Jeff was on the line. "Hello?" He sounded almost anxious
thought Michael, unable to guess why.

"Hi there, handsome," he said brightly. "Watcha doin'?"

Jeff laughed, "Sitting over the phone, willing you to ring, of course," he
said jokingly.

"Yeah, right! That's why you had Phillip answer it for you."

"Well, you can't be too careful, you know. It might be a crank call, some
pervert trying to get at me."

Michael lowered his voice, trying to sound like a dirty old man should.
"There's a pervert right here who wouldn't mind getting at you right now,"
he hissed.

"Sounds good to me, how quickly can you get here?" Jeff matched Michael's
voice perfectly.

"Sorry, stud, not tonight," Michael said, giving up on his attempt at
getting a rise out of his friend. "Besides, I'm busy watching some character
on TV picking on a poor innocent used car salesman."

"Yeah?" said Jeff down the line. "Don't you just hate the way they do that --
never give the poor business men a fair chance!" Michael could hear the
sarcasm and the mirth in Jeff's voice.

"True, still this one's kinda cute, I suppose. I can just picture him in a
harness and chaps, with a leather hood over his head. Now that'd be hot! I
wonder what the salesman would think then, if he could see this guy begging
to be fucked?"

"You have no shame, Michael!" Jeff said, sounding hurt. Michael instantly
regretted what he had said.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I was just joking."

Jeff's laugh rang out. "Got you!" he said, and Michael smiled again.

"Okay, you win. I have to go, but I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?"

"You bet, stud," said Jeff. "I'll be looking forward to it." And somehow,
Michael knew he was telling the truth.

For the rest of the week, they spoke every evening, and Michael struggled
through his days. Jeff had begun jotting down a few ideas for stories when
his break was finished, and put them in a memo to his secretary, even though
he wouldn't see her for weeks. He hummed to himself as he did, and waited
eagerly for his daily chat with Michael. Phillip noted the change in his
employer, and smiled.

Friday rolled around and Michael called Jeff early that afternoon, as soon
as he had finished work. He had been both hoping for and dreading this call
all day. He desperately wanted to see Jeff again, but what if Jeff were
busy, or did not want to see him?

Jeff came on the phone immediately, sounding bright and cheerful as always,
perhaps a little too cheerful, thought Michael, almost as if he's forcing
it.

"Hi there, Michael," he said quickly, "how was your day?"

"Uh, the usual," Michael said off handedly. "Yours?"

"Okay. I've been thinking about some possible ideas to follow up when we go
back into production, although I have to admit that I've been a bit
pre-occupied, thinking about the weekend."

"Oh," Michael responded quietly. "Do you have some big plans then?"

There was a short silence on the other end of the line. "Nooo ..." Jeff drew
out the word, and uncertainty crept into his voice. "Why, do you?"

"No." It was as much a question as a statement.

Jeff took a breath. "I was hoping you'd like to come here again?" he said,
tentatively.

Michael's heart leapt in his chest again. "Yes!" he almost yelled into the
phone. "I'd love to. I wasn't sure if you'd want me back again so soon."

"Michael, sometimes I could scream at you," Jeff said with a vengeance. "I
was terrified you wouldn't want to come! Get yourself over here as fast as
you can, and bring that beautiful leather gear with you. And Michael, ..." he
paused.

"Yeah?"

"Plan on being here ALL weekend! I don't want you to go home until the
absolute latest that you can, okay?"

"Okay!" Michael replied happily.

"Do you remember where the house is to get here by yourself?"

"I think so."

"Okay. When you get to the front gate, just ring the intercom on the right
hand side of the driveway and the gates will open for you. See you soon,
gorgeous." And with that he rang off, his whole body tingling with
excitement and anticipation at having his man back again.

Michael raced around his flat, getting himself together. He stowed his
precious leathers in the carrier bag, showered and dressed in the clothes
Jeff had bought for him, and tidied up cursorily. The whole time Jeff's
voice rang in his ears -- `see you soon, gorgeous' -- Michael was so happy,
and so excited to be getting back together with Jeff again, he couldn't get
the smile off his face, or the hardness out of his shorts!

Michael and Jeff were inseparable the entire weekend. With Phillip
unobtrusively and benignly seeing to their meals and creature comforts, they
explored each other's bodies, and when they rested from the fantastic,
erotic excitement of sex, they explored each other's minds, talking long and
meaningfully, getting to know one another more and more. Michael learned of
Jeff's hopes for the future, and his plans for more exposés on his show.
Jeff listened intently as Michael told him of his impoverished upbringing
and inability to finish his schooling. And they punctuated the time with
joyous, abandonned, lusty sex. Each of them carefully, ritualistically,
garbed his mate in the slick, oiled leather, and transformed himself into
his alter ego as they indulged in pure erotic pleasure, arousal building
slowly and sensuously to climax, and gently easing down again in each
other's arms.

Very late on Sunday night, Michael stirred again. Jeff's arms were around
him, both of them still bound in leather harness and chaps, the sheen of
sweat glistening on their bodies as they recuperated from another session of
hot love making.

"I have to go," he said regretfully.

"I suppose so," echoed Jeff. "I wish you could stay forever, you know?"

Michael smiled. "Thank you, Jeff. You're the most wonderful person I've ever
known."

"What did I do to deserve that?" Jeff asked with surprise.

"Just for saying what you just did, and for letting me be with you. I'm not
very smart, I know, but I do know when luck is on my side, and it has been
since I met you."

Jeff's heart ached. "That's bullshit, Michael," he said harshly. "Of course
you're smart. You're one of the most intelligent people I know. You're
incisive, witty and charming, and honest as well. So you didn't get much of
an education? That doesn't make you stupid, it just means that you can learn
so much more if you want." He stopped, suddenly, looking deeply into
Michael's eyes, and went on again. "You are a really special person,
Michael, and I'm the lucky one. Lucky that you agreed to come home with me,
lucky that you like me enough to come back again."

Tears began to form in Michael's eyes, and he wiped at his face with his
forearm. "Jeff, I can't tell you how good I feel when you say that. I wish I
knew the right words ..." he stopped, breathing fast. " ... you make me feel
important, and you mean so much to me."

Jeff hugged him tightly. He never wanted to let this man go.

Michael coughed and spoke again. "Do you think I could, ah, leave my leather
here? It's heavy to carry, and I don't feel like I could want it for
anything unless you were around?"

Jeff's look was one of pure joy. "Yes, yes, of course. You know that means
you'll have to come back every weekend, so I can put it on you again?"

"Yep, that's what I figured," Michael grinned slyly.

"Perfect!"

The following week was a repeat of the previous. Michael and Jeff spoke to
each other daily, and Michael put up with work as best he could, counting
the hours until he could be with Jeff again. Jeff tried to concentrate on
notes and ideas, but his mind was constantly filled with thoughts of
Michael: Michael dressed in gleaming black leather; Michael sleeping
alongside him; Michael diving into the pool and spraying water over Jeff. He
found himself wondering what Michael would think of this idea or that plan.
He imagined what it would be like to have Michael around all the time, and
his imagination told him it would be wonderful.

Michael had managed to finish work around lunchtime on Friday. He planned to
surprise Jeff by showing up early, so they could have even more time
together. But disaster struck. Riding home that afternoon, his rear tyre
blew out. Luckily, he was only going reasonably slowly, and he was able to
keep control as he veered over to the side of the road, but as he did, he
clipped a piece of timber near the gutter which spiked upward and broke his
chain. He looked at the bike, disheartened. Nothing major, but he wouldn't
be getting to Jeff's early after all.

Pushing the bike into his regular mechanic's garage, he showed the man the
damage, and asked how long it would take to repair.

"Not long, mate, but I'm stuck on an emergency job, and won't be able to do
it until tomorrow morning."

Michael was aghast. But there was nothing for it. The bike had to be fixed,
he had no other means of transport, either to Jeff's place, or to and from
work next week. He left the bike at the garage and headed home.

Jeff  couldn't disguise the surprise when Michael rang early. "Hi there,
handsome, what's up?" he asked happily.

"Not us, at least not tonight," Michael answered dejectedly. "My bike's off
the road until late tomorrow morning, so I can't get there this evening."

"Oh, damn!" Jeff said with feeling. "I miss you already, stud." There was a
silent pause, then Jeff spoke again. "Michael, I'll come and get you. Forget
about the bike for the weekend."

"I can't. I need it for work next week and the garage closes on Sunday, so I
have to collect it tomorrow."

"Well, I could still come out, that's, um, if you'd like?" Another pause,
Jeff not knowing whether to go on. He swallowed his fears and continued. "I
could come to your place if you'd like. You've never actually asked me to do
that!"

Michael gulped. "I, ah, know I haven't Jeff. But this place is so, um,
small, and ah, well, it's just that I don't know that I want you to see
where I live ..." he finished lamely.

"Okay," said Jeff, "if you don't want me there, I'll accept that." The hurt
in his voice was plain.

Michael agonised on the other end of the line. "No, Jeff, it's not like
that. It's just that I'm scared that if you see exactly how I live you'll be
really disappointed, not so sure about us anymore."

"Don't be stupid!" the phone exploded in Michael's ear. "It's not where or
how you live that matters, but YOU!"

Michael surrendered. He really wanted to see Jeff tonight, and Jeff had to
find out eventually just how poor Michael was. "Okay, my man," he laughed
weakly, "come on over." He gave Jeff the address, and Jeff assured him he
would be there in an hour.

During the time he waited for his lover, Michael worked feverishly to make
the tiny flat as presentable as possible. There wasn't a lot he could do
about the ancient furnishings or the peeling paintwork, but at least the
place was spotlessly clean and tidy. When a knock sounded at the door, he
almost jumped with fright, and realised he was actually nervous as hell at
having Jeff here for the first time. Michael opened the door tentatively,
and Jeff rushed in, throwing his arms around Michael and kissing him hard.
Michael slammed the door quickly in case one of the neighbours walked past.

"So this is your palace?" Jeff said, a smile on his face as he looked
around.

"Don't be funny," Michael grimaced.

"Okay, so it's not a palace. But it's your home and that's what matters to
me."

A flicker of a smile crossed Michael's face. "You didn't have any trouble
finding the building?" he asked, trying to make small talk.

"No," said Jeff, "Phillip drove straight here."

A panicked thought struck Michael. He raced to the window and looked down.
Sure enough, there was Jeff's car parked out front, presumably with Phillip
sitting at the wheel still.

"Jeff, anyone could have seen you coming in here!" he cried.

"So? It's not like I'm going into some gay leather club," he smirked.
"What's wrong with visiting a friend? Besides, no-one is likely to take any
notice of someone getting out of a car and walking into a building."

"Around here, that car alone is going to attract plenty of notice,
especially with a chauffeur! I'm surprised there isn't a crowd gathered
around it already."

"Tough!" Jeff declared. "Now, I've been thinking on the way out. We can't
let Philip sit there all night, and I guessed you only had one bedroom."
Michael winced again. "That's okay. Do you have a spare bike helmet?"

Michael nodded, confused.

"Then how about we send Phillip home, and stay here tonight, and in the
morning we'll collect your bike and you can take us both back to my place?"

Michael grinned. "You'd stay a night here voluntarily?" he asked
incredulously.

"With you around, stud, I'd stay anywhere!"

"Okay!" Michael smiled.

"I'll let Phillip know," said Jeff.

"No!" cried Michael quickly. "I'll go and tell Phillip. You stay here. Your
face is a `national treasure' around this area, and if you don't want to be
mobbed, I think you should try to avoid being seen outside."

Jeff laughed, and Michael disappeared downstairs to tell Phillip what was
happening. As he walked to the driver's side of the car, the window rolled
down smoothly. Michael explained what was happening, and Phillip nodded.

As Michael went to leave, Phillip called, "Mr Michael, Mr Jeffrey left in a
hurry, but I thought you might like these?" He handed Michael a bag. Michael
looked inside, and there were Michael's cap and glasses, and Jeff's leather
hood. Michael grinned widely. "Not the full outfit, I'm afraid, but I
suspected that might be a bit much to bring back on your bike," Phillip
said.

"You're a marvel, Phillip!"

"No, sir. It's you who are the marvel. You've done so much good by being
with him. And you mean so much to him, sir. Thank you!"

With that, Phillip rolled up the window, and the car pulled out into the
street. Michael stared after it, his mind a mixture of emotions at Phillip's
words.

That night, Michael and Jeff lay together on Michael's bed, kissing and
fondling. They savoured the slow and tender foreplay, taking their time to
taste each other, to lick and nibble at chins and necks, to peel away the
layers of clothes piece by piece and reveal the desirable bodies hidden
inside. Fingers traced circles on chests and stomachs. Hands slid across
backs and shoulders, or massaged at the firm round orbs of arse cheeks. Time
seemed suspended as they undressed one another, and it was almost a surprise
to them when they found they were both naked, embracing and aroused.

Catching his breath, Michael looked up. He had been nibbling at Jeff's
nipples, lying face down between Jeff's legs which were around his waist,
Jeff's feet on his butt. He could feel the hard protuberance of his man's
cock pressing against his sternum. He lifted his eyes to Jeff's face, just
as Jeff looked down to see why he had stopped the delightful biting.

"What's up, stud?" Jeff asked, his eyes twinkling.

Michael wriggled against his friend's rigid member, and ground his own
pelvis against Jeff's thigh. "Don't you know?" he grinned.

"Funny! Why did you stop? I was really enjoying that," Jeff nodded toward
his own chest.

Michael became serious for a moment. "I can't find the words to say this
right," he started slowly, "but I just want you to know how special it is
having you here, with me, in this place."

Jeff too became solemn. "Michael, I don't care where we are. As long as I'm
with you I couldn't be happier, whether we were in a castle or a hovel." His
eyes began to smile again, "And your hovel is just fine by me."

He saw Michael's hand fly around, saw the pillow flying at him, but couldn't
move fast enough with Michael's weight atop him, to get out of the way. It
landed with a `whumphhh' on his head as they both laughed heartily,
wrestling around on the bed and trying to get a grip on the other. A
pounding through the wall, and a muffled "Shut the fuck up!" brought them
back to earth. Michael looked apologetic.

"Unfortunately it is still a hovel, and the walls are paper thin."

They fell back together again, mouths joined and lips locked as their
tongues jousted, tasting each other. Their passion grew, their need became
more urgent as they groped and ground at each other.

"After the hovel comment," whispered Michael breathlessly, "I don't know
whether you deserve the surprise I have for you."

Jeff looked puzzled, and Michael relented, reaching for the bag he had
brought from the car, the one Phillip had handed him. Triumphantly, he
revealed the leather hood and cap, and the sunglasses. Jeff's eyes widened
with delight, and his cock sprang back to rigid attention.

"How ...?"

"Phillip!"

"I should have known. He thinks of everything."

"He thinks the world of you," Michael said.

"He thinks even more of you, you know," Jeff replied quickly.

They kissed again, beginning slowly, but their passion built and soon they
were writhing against each other, the urgent need pushing them forward.
Michael took the leather hood and carefully pulled it into place over Jeff's
head, smoothing the supple black hide in place and then settling the black
cap on his own head. He pushed the mirrored glasses onto his nose, and
pulled the visor low over his forehead. The sight of Jeff, naked but for the
black leather mask, was incredibly erotic.

"It's not the whole shebang ..." he started to say, but Jeff cut him off.

"No, but it's fucking good anyway. You look so hot in those glasses and cap.
Make love to me?"

So he did. Michael's need was suddenly urgent, and it was matched only by
Jeff's equally compelling desires. Despite the lack of their beloved
leathers, they were `Hood' and `Visor' once again, and they were together.
Michael rolled a condom over himself, and quickly greased his throbbing pole
with lubricating gel, then he swung himself around to sit on the edge of the
bed and motioned for Jeff to straddle him. Jeff quickly settled into
position, his feet on either side of Michael's legs as he lowered himself
slowly toward the waiting prong of Michael's sheathed dagger.

Crouching as he was, Jeff's hole was open and ready when Michael's cock
nudged against the soft yielding skin. He grunted as his lover entered him,
and ached with delight as Michael speared himself up into his body. Jeff
dropped himself down onto that prick, and gasped for joy as Michael's cock
massaged his prostate and continued its invasion of his bowel. With his legs
spread and Michael's arms around his waist, Michael's hands on his
shoulders, Jeff allowed his weight to settle against Michael's legs, as he
felt the long steel of Michael's prong bury itself fully within him. In this
position, their faces were inches apart, and Jeff looked out through the
slits of his leather mask to the blank mirrors of Michael's glasses, barely
visible below the shining visor of his cap. The power Michael emanated, his
identity obscured, was so amazingly erotic that Jeff trembled with desire.

Michael shifted his weight slightly, and involuntarily, Jeff threw his arms
around Michael's neck for support. He felt Michael's arms slide down his
back, to meet and join below his waist, tight around his butt. Michael
hunched forward as he did, driving his sheathed weapon deeper into Jeff's
innards. Jeff let out a grunted "unhh" and Michael hissed a low "oh yeah ..."
at him in response. Before he knew what was happening, Jeff felt Michael
lifting him, and standing up. Jeff's legs wrapped around Michael's waist,
his ankles crossing above Michael's butt as he leaned into his man even
closer. He felt the strength of Michael's arms below him, but even more, he
sensed the power of Michael's masculinity deep within him.

And then Michael began to hump at him. Using Jeff's own weight Michael
bounced his lover up and down on his rampant pole, ploughing the rock hard
meat fast and deep into the juicy receptacle that was Jeff's gut. Jeff
gasped with the force of Michael's penetration, shook with aching desire,
and clenched himself around the invading spear of flesh. Rocking Jeff back
and forward with his hands, Michael pounded at him, thrusting harder and
more powerfully with each swing. Jeff's entire body was alive with the raw
sensation of animal lust and he hissed encouragement in the form of
whispered obscenities in reply to the grunting noises that escaped Michael
with each hunch into Jeff's body. The two men rutted furiously at each
other. This was no tender embrace, but a thundering, crashing fucking,
fuelled by pure masculine lust and uninhibited sexual passion.

The friction on Jeff's prick, sandwiched between his own body and Michael's
washboard abs, was intense, and it wasn't long before the thumping, rocking
fuck he enjoyed brought him to a peak. Unable to resist the intensity of the
sensations washing through him, Jeff strangled back a scream, and let
himself go, his cum gushing up in a fountain of white jism between the
pistoning bodies. As his sphincter clamped tightly around Michael's cock,
Jeff felt his man shudder and then stiffen into rigidity, the rod impaling
Jeff's arse swelling even further. Michael held back as long as he could,
and suddenly he exploded.

"Unh, unh, unh, ... AARRGGHHH!" he yelled as his balls emptied themselves into
the latex condom and the squelching surrounds of Jeff's hot wet belly.
Losing his strength, Michael pitched forward onto the bed, carrying Jeff
with him and pinning his partner to the mattress, driving his meaty stake
deeper than ever into Jeff. Together they twitched in lessening spasms as
their orgasms slowly subsided. Jeff's heart pounded, his blood racing and
making thudding echoes in his ears. And then he realised that the thudding
was not only in his ears. It was coming through the wall! Pounding thumps
reverberated as someone in the next flat protested loudly.

As the two lovers collapsed together in stifled laughs, the only word Jeff
could find was "Wow!"

"Wow, indeed! And haven't we given the neighbours something to talk about?"
Michael giggled.

******

The next morning they awoke together, and lay together, lazily playing with
each other, fingers tracing circles on each other's skin, lips brushing
occasionally in tender kisses. Finally, Michael sighed.

"I'm afraid there's no Phillip to bring us breakfast, but I can make us some
toast and coffee, if that will satisfy you, handsome?" he smiled.

Jeff grinned evilly. "The only thing that satisfies me is right here," and
he curled his fingers around Michael's now flaccid penis, "but toast and
coffee would be good, too."

"I don't know about this satisfying you," Michael whispered, as he stood and
waved his lengthening dick in front of Jeff's hungry eyes. "Seems to me,
you're insatiable when it comes to that. Not that I'm complaining, mind!"

Jeff simply smirked, and lunged forward to lick at the soft but growing
flesh of Michael's manhood. But Michael pulled back and grinned again. "Oh
no you don't! Breakfast, my man -- and around here you have to help!"

They ate slowly, in no rush to go anywhere. Michael showered and dressed as
Jeff lay on the bed watching him, admiring the lithe, fit body as it went
through the normal routine of the morning.

"The bike should be ready soon," said Michael, thinking aloud. "Why don't
you take your time, have a shower and get ready while I pick it up, and then
we can get on our way and head back to your place?"

"Michael -- " Jeff said, his face giving away his mixed emotions. " -- would
you like me to come with you?"

Michael burst out in laughter. "Yeah, sure, we'll walk down to the garage
hand in hand. That'll get the whole suburb talking!" He looked to Jeff to
join in the joke, only to realise Jeff had been serious. A feeling of guilt
came over him. "I'm sorry, Jeff, I didn't realise you meant it. You know how
well known you are. You couldn't possibly manage to do it without being
recognised, and having to answer all kinds of questions."

"I know," Jeff said, looking glum. "It's just that I feel so, I don't know,
guilty I guess. And trapped too. I feel like I'm sitting here like some
upper class snob, and sending other people out to do my work for me. And I'd
love to be able to walk around the streets with you, as your friend, just to
be with you."

"I guess being famous isn't so great after all. Don't let it upset you,
handsome. I don't mind, honestly. I'll only be a little while, and we can
get out of here," Michael re-assured him.

Less than half an hour later, Michael was back with the repaired motor bike.
They placed their beloved head gear in the carrier, donned the helmets and
hit the road. Jeff was exhilarated by the feeling of riding pillion. With
the helmet on he couldn't be recognised, and the wind rushing through his
clothes as they sped towards the city felt great. He held on to Michael for
support, leaning into his man and wrapping his arms around Michael's waist.
It didn't take long for him to realise that he could easily reach down and
grip at Michael's cock, kneading the flesh through his jeans, and feeling
the growing hardness of that special part of Michael's body that he adored.
As well as that, he was getting aroused himself, and he pushed his body
forward, feeling his chest and his groin come into close contact with
Michael's back. He rubbed himself up and down as he held close, turning them
both on.

They stopped at a set of traffic lights, and Michael leaned back to him.
"You wanna be careful there, sunshine! Too much more of that and I'll lose
concentration, and we'll be off the road."

"What a way to go!" Jeff laughed.

As they continued their ride he kept up his teasing, enjoying it immensely
when he knew that Michael could do nothing to stop him, and that they were
in full view of the other road users who had no idea what he was doing.

Finally they reached the house and Michael pulled into the driveway, up
close to the intercom and keypad. Jeff leaned over and punched in the code,
and the heavy gates swung open before them. As they parked in the garage and
let themselves into the house, Phillip was waiting for them.

"Good day, gentlemen. I trust you had an enjoyable evening? There are cool
drinks on the terrace when you've changed, and towels by the pool."

"Thanks Phillip," said Jeff. Michael simply smiled. `I could get used to
this', 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!