Date: Sun, 03 Aug 2008 22:29:19 +0000
From: hankster1430@bellsouth.net
Subject: Seduction - short story

Look!  Let's get something straight (excuse that word).  Just because I'm
gay, single, thirty-two years old, and have never had a serious
relationship in my life, does not mean that I don't want the American Dream
for myself.  I'm a successful attorney and I believe I deserve it all, just
like any straight, married couple. I want the house in the country, the
rooms to furnish and decorate, the flower beds to putter in, the lawns to
mow, and the horrific morning commute to negotiate on my way to work every
day.  Simply stated, I want it all.

Why not?  I told you that I'm a successful attorney.  I work for one of the
most prestigious firms in the southeast.  I expect to be made a partner
before I am thirty-five.  Trust me, that's a major accomplishment.  So why
shouldn't I want it all?

I was renting a small apartment, which was just a short walking distance
from my office, when I suddenly, very badly wanted to own a place of mine.
I started looking at downtown condos, but the condo commando restrictions
were amazing and I really got turned off.  I started perusing the real
estate ads for private homes.  My friend Mac must have taken me to see a
thousand re-sales.  Mac is a fuck buddy and a real estate agent.  He is
just like me, relationship challenged.  Anyway, I couldn't find anything
that I really felt I wanted to live in.

As a last resort, I started to look at ads for new construction.  One
Sunday morning, I saw an ad for a development in the suburbs, but within
easy commuting distance to my office.  If the ad was accurate, the home
prices were compatible with my budget, and they had no less than eight
models to select from.  I finished my breakfast quickly and jumped in the
shower.  As it was part of my morning routine, I whacked off in the shower.
Just because I was going house hunting didn't mean that I had to deviate
from my habits.

The first thing I noticed when I entered `The Haven' was the absolutely
beautiful entrance.  I think they must have imported every flowering bush
and tree from tropical Africa.  Once I managed to get through the man made
forest, fountains and waterfalls, there were certainly enough signs
directing prospective buyers to the sales office.

At the moment, I was the only prospective buyer in the office.  Two eager
sales people jumped up to greet me.  One was a very handsome guy in his
early forties.  I wanted him to be my salesperson, but the woman beat him
out.  She was also very attractive, about twenty-eight or nine years old.

"Hi, I'm Nancy," she said extending her hand.  I shook her hand, but for
some ornery reason I didn't feel like giving her my name.  I guess I was
mad at her for denying me the pleasure of the handsome salesman.  Nancy was
not about to be defeated.  She handed me a card to fill out.  It requested
the usual vital information, name, address and telephone number.  Nancy won
round one.

"Can you give me an idea, what you are looking for by way of housing?  It
would help me a great deal."

"I'm looking for a one story house, not too big, but on a big lot.  I'm
single and don't need a lot of space."

Nancy's face clouded over and I knew just what she was thinking.  I told
you.  I'm a lawyer.  I can read people's faces.  Nancy was thinking, just
like all of you, that single people are not serious buyers.  She would have
added an exclamation point to that if she knew I was gay.

I smiled sweetly at her and in my most sincere lawyer voice I said, "Nancy,
let me assure you, I am a serious buyer."  Nancy looked shocked.  After
all, I had just read her mind.

Let me cut to the chase.  I ended up buying a ranch style three bedroom
home, with a Florida room.  It was on a cul-de-sac so my lot was pie
shaped.  The front yard was not large, but the back was huge.  I could even
add a swimming pool to the back yard if I was so inclined.  As an added
attraction, the builder was able to save two huge shade trees at the back
of my property, which gave me a little extra privacy.

Once he had my down payment, the builder seemed disinclined to rush
completion of my house.  But if you learn to be patient, you can get by.
One day, almost nine months later, I took I ride out to `The Haven' to
check the status of my investment.  Voila! The cul-de-sac would have five
houses on it when completed, and all five were under construction.  Six
months after that date, I was the first of the five to move in to my new
home.

It took me a few weeks just to unpack my boxes.  The job was so
overwhelming, that I just couldn't get going on it, so I set a goal of two
boxes a day.  Miraculously the number of boxes lying around began to
diminish.  The garbage service had advised me that they would not take
corrugated boxes unless they were flattened.  I flattened today's allotment
of boxes and was schlepping them out to the curb for pick up, when a car
drove up to the house on my right and parked along the side walk.  It was
followed by a huge moving truck.  Whoever these people were, they would be
the second of the five cul-de-sac residents.

The wife was the first out of the car.  She was about twenty-four or five
years old.  She was a dead ringer for the way Debbie Reynolds looked in
`Singin' in the Rain.'  So you have an idea how cute and perky she was.
The husband must have been occupied with something in the car because it
took him a couple of minutes to get out of it.  When he stepped out, I knew
that I was in for big trouble.  I could never live next door to someone so
beautiful and so sexy and maintain my sanity.  Let me describe him,
although words are truly inadequate.

He stood six feet tall.  He was wearing cut off shorts and a tank top
shirt.  The ripples on his chest rivaled the number of sands on the
seashore.  His biceps were huge and bulged out indecently.  His thighs and
calves were so muscular that unless you looked twice, you would think he
had piano legs, but then you realized it was all muscle.  His brown hair
was cut short in a buzz.  Even from a distance, I could feel his sexy brown
eyes giving me the once over. His nose was chiseled, his chin square, and
he had a day's growth of beard. Ah, do you think that I did not check out
his package?  The shorts were old and worn, and the contour of his crotch
was so evident that I had to will my erection away.  Fuck, fuck, fuck!  Why
did he have to be straight.

When I was able to come down to earth, I saw that they were approaching me
with the obvious intent of introducing themselves.  I got myself together
and started walking toward them.  The woman spoke first.

"Hi," she said extending her hand.  "My name is Marla DeAngelis, and my
husband's name is Nicholas."

"Nick!," he corrected her curtly.

"Hi guys, my name is Eddie Gilbert.  It's a pleasure to meet you."  I shook
Marla's hand and then reached for Nick's.  His grip was so strong, I
thought he would break all the bones in my hand.  He seemed oblivious to
his strength.

"Wow," I said, "Are you a physical fitness instructor?"

"Yeah.  How did you know?  You must be psychic or something.  I own my own
gym on Ash Street.  Marla here, is an executive secretary for a big
manufacturing company.  What do you do?"

I heard the question, but my mind was so busy getting a membership in
Nick's gym that I hesitated uncomfortably too long.  Finally, back on
earth, I said, "I'm a lawyer.  Promise not to hate me."  They both had the
good grace to laugh.

"Where's your wife?" Marla asked, looking all around.

"Sorry," I said, "there is no Mrs. Gilbert.  I'm single, but looking."  Why
did I say that?  Marla would be sure to have me for dinner with every one
of her single girlfriends.  Dummy, dummy, dummy!

To change the subject, I asked, "While the guys are moving you in, would
y'all like to come in and I'll make us something cold to drink?"

"Oh no thanks," Marla said.  "I've got to show them where everything goes,
but why don't you two guys get acquainted.  Take Eddie up on his offer,
Nick"

Nick seemed relieved of some terrible burden, and gladly accepted my
invitation provided that the cold drink could be a beer.  I assured him
that his wish was granted and we went into the house, where I knew I would
not be able to keep my hands off him.  Please God, help a poor horny soul.

We sat at the kitchen table and I opened two bottles of Bud Light.  Nick
took one long swig, belched unceremoniously, and declared, "That sure
tastes good on such a hot day.  You gotta feel sorry for those poor sons of
bitches hauling all my furniture."

He pushed his chair away from the table and sat on it with his legs
stretched out.  His short shorts were ever so revealing.  The bastard
wasn't wearing any underwear and I could see one of his balls peeking out.
I am positive, in fact I'll bet you whatever, that he did that on purpose,
because he was checking me checking him out.  Do you know how hard I had to
fight to keep from grabbing his crotch?  I tell you, I was in agony.  The
worst thing is I believe he knew it, and he was showing me no mercy.  My
forehead was drenched in sweat, and my own shorts were bulging.

He certainly sensed my discomfort, because he put a look of concern on his
face and asked me, "Is something wrong?  You don't look so good."

I wasn't going to let him play with me like that so I simply said, "I'm
fine."

Then he got bolder. He took a sip of the beer, holding the bottle with his
left hand.  As he swigged at the bottle head, he did two very suggestive
things.  First he laid his right hand on his enormous bulge, and second,
after he took a swig, he began to lick the bottle head with his tongue like
he was licking a cock head.

How thick could I have been?  It would have been obvious to any casual
observer that Nick was trying to seduce me.  It should have been the other
way around, but I was fighting the urge to do so.  Still I couldn't be
certain that I was right, and if I made a move on this colossus, it might
be the last move I would ever make.  Then he got even bolder.

"I know you're not totally settled in yet," he said.  "I can tell from all
those unopened boxes, but I sure would like to see the rest of your house,
if you don't mind."  That would mean standing up and exposing my erection
to him.  At this point I didn't give a shit.  Besides, I was sure he was in
a similar state.

"Sure," I said.  I led him through the dining room, living room, Florida
room, and the two extra bedrooms.  I had set one up as a true bedroom and
the other I had made into a home office.  I even showed him the guest
bathroom.  He was merciless.

"And where does the big kahuna sleep?" He asked.

My bedroom door was closed.  I hadn't even made the bed that morning, but
he gave me no choice.  I opened the door and let him in.  The first thing I
saw was a tube of lubricant on the bedside table.  I had used it when I
whacked off that morning.  I had been watching male porn on the TV.  The TV
set faced my bed and I had happily whacked off while watching two young
studs fucking and sucking.

Apparently Nick saw the tube also.  He walked over, picked it up and asked
me, "Is this what you use when you jack off?"

I'd be damned if I would answer such a personal question so I remained
silent.

"Don't be shy," he said, "I use lube myself, when I jack off.  I shouldn't
be telling you this, but Marla really doesn't know how to satisfy a man so
I take matters into my own hand."  He laughed uproariously at his little
joke.  I was not amused.

Then, as if he had not tortured me enough, he turned toward the master
bath.  "I need to pee," he said.  "Beer does that to me."  Without another
word he marched into the bathroom.  He did not close the door, but turned
away from me so that his rear end faced me.  He dropped his shorts and
aimed whatever he had at the toilet bowl.

That ass was beautiful, superb, two orbs of heavenly nectar.  I wanted to
grab them in my hands and squeeze them.  I wanted desperately to kiss them
and run my tongue up and down his crack. I didn't dare.  I just tried
unsuccessfully to look away.  When he was through peeing, he shook his
thing vigorously.  I still couldn't see it.  What size?  What girth?  I
couldn't tell.

Then, he did something I would never have expected.  He crumpled a wad of
toilet paper and thoroughly cleaned his ass hole.  It was like an
invitation to put my tongue in as far as it would go.  The man was driving
me crazy and I had no idea if he was even aware of what he was doing.  At
last, he brought up his shorts, washed his hands, and asked if he could
have another beer.

We went back downstairs to the kitchen.  Again he sat on a chair which he
pushed away from the table.  He spread his legs, resting one hand on his
crotch again.  The conversation lulled.  Finally he said that he should go
home and see if he was needed.  He got up with his half finished beer and
started to leave.

"If they don't need me, is it OK if I come back and we shoot the breeze
some more?" he asked.  I wanted to scream, no, no, no!  But I just nodded
my head meekly as he left.  I collapsed on a chair and tried to catch my
breath.  As soon as I felt that my legs would indeed support me again, I
got up to go to the bathroom to jack off.  I was badly in need of relief.
But before I could do that, there was a knock on the kitchen door.  It was
Nick.

"Marla practically kicked me out and told me not to come back for at least
three more hours," he informed me.

"Come on in.  It's nice to have company," I lied.  "Want a fresh beer?"  He
nodded and smiled broadly at me.  He resumed his earlier position and
started on his beer.

"I've been thinking," he said.  "You've got a pretty nice physique, but
you're lacking in the muscle department.  Why don't you join my gym and I
promise to buff you up.  I'll give you a great big discount.  If you want,
I'll be your personal trainer.  There's a benefit comes with that.  I
personally do your massages."

I was about to cream my pants, but I nodded, and in a mere whisper I said,
"That sounds like a plan!"

"Good," he said.  Then we both started talking about our plans for our
houses, and suddenly his legs were not spread and he didn't seem to be
teasing me anymore.  Thank you, God.

"I'm planning on putting in a swimming pool as soon as possible," he
informed me.  "Swimming is a great exercise.  I have a pool at my gym," He
continued.  "I think I'll surround the back yard pool with very tall, very
thick bushes so Marla and I can skinny dip."

I pictured that scene, and grew weak again.  I began to relax some and to
enjoy Nick's company.  Somehow the time went quickly and he went home to
pay the movers, and help Marla get the place in living condition.

At long last I was alone.  I went into the bathroom and very slowly and
leisurely started to whack off, all the while imagining that Nick and I
were playing a hot game of sixty-nine.  I am sure that his cock was much
bigger in my imagination than in real life.  Ah heavenly bliss.

After that I saw very little of Marla and Nick.  We were all busy with our
jobs and setting up our households.  I did go over to their house once or
twice to help Nick put up some shelves and he returned the favor.  Marla,
gratefully, never did try to fix me up with a girlfriend.  At this point I
had a suspicion that Nick might have guessed that I was gay.

A few weeks after they moved in a crew showed up next door with back hoes
and bulldozers.  Nick had gotten his permits and construction on his skinny
dipping swimming pool was getting underway.  Almost at the same moment, a
moving truck pulled up on the other side of me.  My other next door
neighbors were moving in.

They were a couple in their thirties, Jane and Marvin Carrington.  They had
twin girls, Casey and Kelly, aged ten, a good looking young boy, Shawn,
aged seven, and a mutt named Scamp, aged two.  Well, don't feel sorry for
me.  I said that I wanted it all, and if the American dream includes
screaming neighbor's kids and barking dogs, well so be it.

I really was still so very hot for Nick that I decided to take him up on
his offer to join the gym.  I found out that the gym was open from 5:30 AM
(to get the before work crowd) until 10 PM (to get the after work crowd.)
Needless to say, Nick's hours were erratic.  It would take some juggling of
my time if he was to be my personal trainer.  I called him at work and
arranged to come in that very day after work to sign up and set up a
training schedule with him.

Nick was true to his word and a true friend.  He charged me 50% of the
going rate for my membership.  We scheduled for me to come in every Monday,
Wednesday and Thursday evening after work.  The sessions had no set time
limit.  I told him I would begin my training the following Monday if that
was OK with him.

On the following Monday evening, I arrived at 5:30 and went to the men's
locker room.  I had been assigned a locker so I changed into a sweat suit
with only a jock strap underneath.  I placed my clothes neatly in the
locker and went out to the gym to find Nick.

Nick was spotting a young teen ager who was pumping iron.  As he stood over
the young man it was obvious that the teen was trying to see Nick's package
because he was gawking at it.  I had already established that Nick did not
wear underwear.  I wondered if he wore a jock strap in the gym.

He was just finishing up with the boy.  When he approached me he enveloped
me in a bear hug.  I swear, he made sure I could feel his cock press
against me.  He started me easy.  He gave me ten minutes on an exercise
bike and ten minutes on a slightly inclined treadmill.  Both were set at a
moderate speed.  Then he took me over to the weights.  He attached a five
pound ring on each side of a bar and had me lie down under the bar.
Following his instructions, I gripped the bar and raised it until my arms
were straight.  Nick was standing directly over me.  I wanted to cry.  He
was wearing a jock strap.  I raised the bar and lowered it so many times I
lost count.  When it was raised, Nick stood ready to catch it should I
suddenly let go.  After some time I begged for mercy.

"You did good for the first time," he congratulated me, as he slapped me
lightly on my back.  Oh that slap felt so good.  Who cared if his grammar
sucked.

"Now," he said, "we don't want those muscles cramping up so let's give you
a short massage.  `Make it a long one,' I prayed.

Nick led me to a back room which served as the massage room.  He told me to
strip and lie face down on the table.  I stripped to my jock strap, and he
laughed.  "Do you want a good massage or one that forces me to avoid vital
areas?  Ditch the shyness and take off the jock."  I was helpless.  I did
whatever he said.  I could not remember when I was more self conscious.
Nick seemed to ignore my nakedness.  I guess he was more than used to naked
clients.

 Whatever you or I were expecting, forget about it.  Nick gave me an
ordinary, straight (hah) massage.  Then he told me to go to the locker
room, shower and dress.

"If I don't see you in the neighborhood first, I'll see you here Wednesday
evening," he said as he bid goodbye to me.  I drove home, wanting to cry
all the way.

For two weeks our sessions went just as I described except that my
exercises got longer and harder.  Then just as I was ready to give up
because I was getting nowhere with Nick, I got a pleasant surprise.

As he was massaging me one Monday evening, Nick said, " The pool is
finished and ready for use.  Marla and I were going to initiate it tonight,
but she had to accompany her boss on a business trip.  How about you and me
breaking it in tonight?"

 All I could think of was that I didn't want to spend another hour with
this man in utter frustration.  I had long ago fallen in love with him, and
being so near to him was sheer torture.  However, all my mind allowed me to
do was to picture skinny dipping with him.  I could not say no to him and
nodded my head.

"What time?" I asked.

"Well, I'm leaving right after you do.  What do you say we have dinner
together?  I'll throw a couple of steaks on the barbeque.  You can bring
the beer and pretzels.  How does that sound?"

"It sounds good.  I say yes," I answered him with a big grin and a very
bold slap on his rump.  I did that without thinking, and regretted it
immediately.  I was pleasantly surprised when he ignored the love tap and
said, "I'm looking forward to a guy's night out with you.  Come on over as
soon as you want to."

I nearly crashed my car twice on the way home.  My head was spinning.  I
knew that it would be a chaste evening, but I had reached a place of
resignation.  If I couldn't have Nick physically, I would settle for close
proximity.

I came over wearing only my swim trunks and was pleased to see that Nick
wore only a skimpy pair of gym shorts.  Did he have on a jock strap?  I
didn't know for sure.  He had started the steaks, and was garnishing them
with garlic powder and steak sauce.  He was also barbequing corn on the
cob.  I was carrying a case of cold beer and I had laid two bags of
pretzels on top of the beer.

I helped Nick lay out plates, utensils and napkins on his picnic table.
When everything was ready, he put the steaks on one platter and the corn on
another and brought them to the table.  I had already opened two bottles of
beer.  The table sat four people, two on each side.  I sat down on one side
in the middle.  Imagine my shock when Nick pushed me over and sat on the
same side of the table as I did.  I was surprised and happy, but I cringed.
He was back to teasing me, and I liked it, I hated it, I was sure of what
he was doing, I wasn't sure of what he was doing, I wanted to kiss him, I
wanted to cry.

Somehow we got through dinner.  I can't tell you how many times his leg
brushed mine or his arm bumped into mine.  I lost count, but I was getting
hotter and hotter and ever so unhappy.  We cleaned up our mess, and went
back to the pool.  We each sat in a lounge chair letting our food digest,
just as we had been taught to do as children.  Nick made small talk, told
me how pleased he was with my progress and reached over and felt my bicep
by way of confirmation.

Without any warning, he jumped out of the lounge and took off his gym
shorts.  He had a throbbing, raging hard on.  He was about eight inches,
and so hard he was pointing at his belly.  Although most of his cock head
was out of the sheath, I could tell he was uncut.  His cock definitely
matched the rest of him.  He grabbed me and pulled me out of my lounge.
Before I could react, he had pulled down my swim suit and I stepped out of
it.  Of course, I was as hard as he was, and I heard him gasp.  He had seen
me flaccid, but never erect.  You see, I never told you, but I have ten
uncut hard inches and it's wider around than most men I have seen or have
ever been with.  Mac, my fuck buddy, has trouble taking it up his ass, even
after all this time.

When Nick was finished staring, he jumped in the pool and beckoned for me
to follow.  I am afraid I had enough of his teasing.  I loved Nick but I
was getting very resentful of what he was doing to me.  I had definitely
reached my breaking point.  I was determined to confront Nick no matter
what the consequences were.  I just couldn't go on living this way.  I told
Nick to please come out of the pool.  We needed to talk.

"Why so serious?" he asked.

We both sat down on the lounges again, facing each other.  Nick was
dripping wet.  Just looking at the beads of water running down his rippled
chest was turning me to mush.  It took all my courage to start talking
first.

"Nick," I said, "you know I'm gay, don't you?"

"Yes, of course."

"Then you must know how you have been torturing me."

"Yes."

"Then why the fuck are you doing this to me?"

Nick thought for a while as if trying to find the right words.  Finally, he
began.

"After I signed the contract to purchase this house, Marla went to the room
where they kept the samples.  They asked her to select tile, cabinets,
paint colors etc.  I was alone with Nancy and asked her if any other houses
on the cul-de-sac were sold yet.  She told me about you and said she was
certain you were gay.  I said to myself that I wasn't going to live next
door to no faggot.  I ran to get Marla to break the contract.  I was
ashamed to tell her why.  We had twenty days to legally void the contract.
Marla wouldn't hear of it so I was stuck with the house.

"When we drove up on moving day, I saw you standing there.  Marla jumped
right out of the car to meet you, but I hesitated.  I didn't even want to
shake your hand for fear you might infect me.  Then I got an idea.  I
decided that I would flirt with you and get you all hot and bothered, but
for sure, all you were going to get was blue balls.  That first day in your
house, I was having a picnic.  I could see how uncomfortable I was making
you and it was all I could do to keep from laughing.

"Later on, when we began to help each other with odd jobs around the house,
I kinda forgot you were gay.  I began, little by little, to see you as my
next door neighbor and eventually, a friend.  I don't know why I kept
torturing you.  It had become a habit with me, I guess, and I just couldn't
seem to stop.

"One night, I was making love, correction, having sex with Marla, and I
began to fantasize having sex, correction, making love to you.  I wasn't
upset or appalled or anything.  I really wished that it was you.  I didn't
know how to act on it.  I had never had any desires for a guy before and I
was afraid that if you didn't feel the same way, you would laugh at me.  I
can stand rejection but not ridicule.  So I just went on teasing you,
praying all the time that you would act on all my hints.  Damn you, Eddie.
You never did."

Nick started to cry and buried his head in his hands.

 I got up and sat down next to him on his lounge chair.  I removed his
hands from his head and held them in mine.  "Idiot," I said.  "I'm crazy in
love with you.  I was afraid that if I responded to your hints and you
weren't serious, you might sock me into kingdom come.  So I decided to be
content just to be near you, and be your friend if you would let me.  I
want you so badly, and to find out that you feel the same way, well, I
can't believe it."

Suddenly I had a terrible thought. "You're still not playing with me, are
you?" I asked Nick fearfully.

Nick could only shake his head.  He was crying.

"How would you like me to be your trainer tonight?" I asked him.  He didn't
answer, but got up and led me to his bedroom.

"I'll start with the basics," I said, mimicking Nick's training manners.
And I did.  First I showed him how to suck cock.  I demonstrated on him and
after only three strokes he nearly came so I stopped, and then I generously
let him practice on me.  When I felt he had the knack, I asked him to get
out the lube that he told me he used to whack off with.  I showed him how
to grease my ass, and insert a finger or two to get me ready. I lay on my
back, wrapped my legs around his waist and guided him into me.  I told him
to start pumping just as he would a vagina, and he did.

"No way is this like a vagina," he said.  This is so fucking tight and hot.
Oh, I'm coming.  Should I pull out?"

"Not on your life.  Let her rip."  He came in several pumping streams,
screaming loudly all the while.  I could feel myself filling up and some of
his cum was dripping out on the bed sheets.  It's a good thing Marla
wouldn't be home for a few days.  When he was done spurting, he collapsed
on me.  I found his lips and started to kiss him gently.  I wanted to see
his reaction.  He kissed me back. Hard! He parted my lips and let our
tongues have a wrestling match.  He was responding like he had been gay all
of his life.

He said, "Fuck me now." It sounded like a military command.

"No," I said, "I'm too big.  We'll have to work on you first and get you
ready, but I promise you'll have the pleasure.  I have to get something at
home.  I'll be right back."  I jumped out of bed, wrapped a towel around me
and ran next door through our back yards.  I was back in seconds with two
dildoes and another tube of lube.  One dildo was a little smaller than
Nick's cock and one was almost as big as mine.

I began to lube his ass.  When I inserted one finger he took it easily and
even told me how good it felt.  The second finger went in almost as easily,
but he resisted the third finger.  I begged him to relax, that I would
never hurt him, and that even if it took weeks to get him ready, I promised
him that it would be worth it.  That did the trick.  He relaxed and
eventually I was able to insert four fingers.  I left them in for a while
and found his prostate which I began to massage.  "Oh that feels so
wonderful," he murmured in pleasure.

"You like my massage better than yours?" I asked.

All I got back was, "MMMMM."

He was doing so well, I decided to ignore the smaller dildo and go for
broke.  I removed my fingers from his ass, lubed up the larger dildo and
placed the head at his crack.  His ass began to pull the dildo inside him.
I realized that Nick was actually sucking it up.  I had to be patient and
work hard to get past the sphincter.  Nick was eager and really trying to
help and before long we had penetrated his point of resistance.  Now I
inserted the dildo slowly.  Every so often Nick winced in pain.  I would
stop pushing and when he got used to it I would push again.  When it was
all in, I let him rest for a bit and then began pumping and rotating.  I
made sure his prostate was getting a pleasurable work out.

"Please," he begged me, "stop before I come again.  I want the real thing."

 Who was I to argue with this hunk of a man?  Out came the dildo.  My lubed
and throbbing cock was ready for action.  Nick was a natural.  I went in
slowly, but he was all slicked up and I met little resistance.  I started
pumping slowly, and in very short strokes, until Nick began yelling for me
to go harder.  His command turned me into a beast.  I began to pump long
and vigorous strokes as quickly as I could.  Suddenly Nick screamed and
shot another load up his abdomen, stomach and face.  Some of his cum landed
on his lips and damned if he didn't flick his tongue and taste it.  When he
came, his ass constricted on my cock and as I yelled, "I'm cumming," I shot
copiously into his waiting hole.

"My God, that feels so good," he said.  "It's so warm and wet.  Why didn't
you tell me that sex with a guy was this great?"

"You never asked, cock teaser."

We lay still for a while, me on top of him.  Without regard to the mess we
had made, we rolled over on our backs and I devoured the rest of his cum
from his beautiful body.  When he saw what I was doing he joined in with
me.  Finally, we rolled over on our sides facing each other.  We fondled
our cocks and kissed passionately.  I came up for air and finally said, "I
love you Nick, but there's something we can't ignore, and that's Marla.
We've got to talk about her."

Nick sat up in bed, and shocked me by roaring with laughter.  "There is no
Marla," he said.  There hasn't been a Marla for several days.  The bitch
ran off with her boss, and I couldn't be happier.  I won't have to pay
alimony, the house is in my name, and I get to spend the rest of my life
with someone I really love.  You!"  He began kissing me so that I could
hardly breathe.  He rolled on top of me, and as much as I wanted to say
something, I couldn't.  His lips were pressed so tightly on mine, that I
was literally speechless.

I had finally conquered my fear of relationships, thanks to Nick's
unintentional seduction.  I suddenly realized that if Nick had not teased
me for so long, I would never have reached this point of completely wanting
to be his. I might have settled for yet another fuck buddy relationship.

As we lay there kissing with our cocks pressed together, I could only thank
whatever angels had maneuvered fate to bring us together.

"Thank you!  Thank you!  Thank you!"  I screamed out loud, and Nick laughed
at me.