Date: Sat, 24 Jan 2009 16:30:00 +0000
From: hankster1430@bellsouth.net
Subject: The Big One: Trapped Short Story

Trapped!

Part One
Underground

Steve Gilbert entered the parking garage at the south entrance just as
Blake Molina entered through the north entrance.  The twenty story Marine
Trust Building was built nearly sixty-five years ago and it did not conform
to modern codes. The single story parking ramp below the building was
inadequate for the number of cars which needed to be parked there during
the day.  The City Engineer had tried to get the building condemned, but to
no avail.

Both autos rode up and down the aisles, seeking a parking space.  After
more than ten minutes, neither car had been successful.  Each driver was
now certain he would be late for his two o'clock appointment.  Steve was
visiting his accountant on the fifteenth floor, and Blake was visiting his
investment advisor on the fifth.  Each of them approached the exact center
of the garage from opposite directions.  When they were almost astride each
other, their cars began to shake so violently, that each of them applied
the brakes and shut the motors.  They came to a stop opposite one another
so that each was able to look directly into the other's face.

Steve was the first to realize what was happening.  The city of San
Francisco was experiencing an earthquake, and from what he could tell this
was the long promised "big one."  The shaking and the rumbling grew
stronger.  The noise frightened him the most.  He didn't know what to do.
Should he remain in the car or jump out and seek shelter under an archway?
As far as he could see, there were no archways.

On the four corners of what could be considered the exact center of the
garage there stood four huge pillars about twenty feet apart.  These
pillars formed a perfect square, and supported the entire central portion
of the parking level of the garage.  The pillars, if they held, would
create a tent like protection over the two cars.  The building was
collapsing and the area outside the pillars was fast filling with debris
and, God help us, Steve saw a severed leg falling amidst the rubble.

He looked over at the other car and his eyes met Blake's.  He wondered if
he looked as scared as the man he was staring at.  He figured the other guy
was more frightened.  He was sobbing, but at least he was calm.  It's hard
to say how long the earth shook, because when it stopped the rubble from
above was still falling into the garage.  Steve couldn't tell how much time
had passed, but finally he realized that debris had stopped falling and he
could not sense any more seismic activity.

Very gingerly he opened his car door and stepped out.  He looked around and
could see nothing but rubble and hunks of concrete surrounding the two
cars.  It was as if they were in a cave.  The cave looked very insecure,
like it might collapse any minute.  He wanted to open the other man's door
to see if he was injured, but he discovered that the door was locked.  He
was afraid to pound too hard on the car window, but he did start tapping it
lightly to get Blake's attention, but Blake was in complete shock and
didn't react.

Suddenly the earth began to tremble again.  Instinctively Steve turned to
get back in his car, but at that moment a huge slab of concrete fell from
the ceiling and landed atop the hood of his car.  He wondered if he could
still get in the front of the car, but he was afraid to try.  The doors
were bent from the concrete falling on the hood.  He looked up at the
ceiling, and could not see any more loose concrete.  There was one
emergency light still working on the ceiling.  This second shock lasted
only a few minutes and finally things calmed down.  Steve was in a dilemma.
He was afraid to just stand there.  He was afraid to re-enter his car and
he was frustrated that he couldn't get into the other car and try to help
the driver.

After this second shock there would not be another for a few hours.
Finally Steve opened his rear door and sat down in his car.  After he got
in the car, he realized that he had to pee badly.  Cautiously he got out
again and walked toward the wall of rubble.  He intended to pee against the
debris, but when he looked at it, he grew frightened that it might collapse
and come cascading into the little oasis the pillars had created.  Instead,
he exposed himself and peed against his rear tire.

Before he got back in his car, he tried to tap on Blake's window again to
get his attention.  This time Blake looked at him with just a glimmer of
understanding.  Steve was afraid of making any noises for fear of creating
an avalanche of debris.  He mouthed the words, "Open the door!"  He could
not detect if Blake reacted or not, but suddenly the locks on all four
doors flew open.

There was no way Steve could get in on the passenger side.  The debris was
piled against the doors, so he opened the rear door on Blake's side, and
slid into the back seat.  He didn't bother to close the door.  Immediately
he was aware of a strong smell of urine.  Apparently Blake had wet himself.
Steve looked over the driver's seat.  Blake was sitting in a pool of urine
and he and the seat were soaking wet.

"I'm sorry about this," Blake sobbed.  "I couldn't help myself."

"You've got nothing to be ashamed of," Steve tried to reassure him.  "Look,
get out of your wet pants and underwear.  I've got an overnight bag in my
trunk with clean underwear.  I was going on a short business trip after I
left here.  Since there will be no trip, you might as well use the
underwear."

Blake didn't seem to comprehend what Steve was saying, so Steve got out of
the car.  He went to the driver's door and opened it.  With great
difficulty he pulled Blake out of the car.  Blake got out, but he collapsed
against the car.  Steve made him raise each leg, one at a time, as he
removed Blake's shoes and wet socks.  Then he removed Blake's trousers.  It
wasn't easy because Blake was not helping in his robotic state.
Fortunately Blake's wet underwear came off with his trousers.

Steve left Blake leaning against his car, naked from the waist down.  In
spite of everything Steve had to admire what he saw.  Blake was uncut and
at least six inches flaccid.  But more than that, his cock was very thick.
Steve hadn't ever seen a cock much thicker, and he had seen lots of cocks
in his time.

He was glad that his trunk release worked.  He had a clean towel in the
trunk which he used to wipe his windshield when it was necessary.  He took
the towel and began to wipe Blake's wet groin area.  He wiped carefully
just as he wiped his own cock after a shower.  If the table was reversed,
Steve would have been hard by now, but Blake remained totally flaccid.

When Steve was satisfied that Blake was thoroughly dry, he threw the towel
on the pile of urine soaked clothing.  He removed his overnight bag and
closed the trunk.  He placed the bag on top of the trunk and opened it.  He
took out a small travel kit and extracted a bottle of after shave lotion.
He rubbed some of the lotion on his palms and then ran his palms all over
Blake's genital area from the waist to the inner thighs.  He put some more
lotion on his palms and wrapped them around Blake's cock, rubbing up and
down to deodorize the smell of urine.  He was careful to avoid the piss
slit for fear of burning Blake.

At last Steve was satisfied that Blake was dry and that he smelled clean.
He couldn't help being a little disappointed that Blake seemed totally
unaware of the sensuous act he had just performed on him.  Steve had always
envisioned dying while making love, and since they would probably die
before help could arrive, it would have been nice if Blake had become
aroused.

He removed a clean pair of boxer shorts from the bag.  One clean pair
remained.  Steve always took an extra pair of underwear just in case.
Again with difficulty, he got one of Blake's legs in the underwear and then
the other.  He pulled the boxers up to Blake's waist.  Even with the
elastic waist stretched to the max, they barely fit the larger man.  Now he
needed to get Blake into his car.  Blake's car reeked of urine and he
didn't want to put him back in it.  Steve opened the back door of his own
car, and guided Blake in, ass first.  Blake was overweight by at least
fifteen pounds and he was bigger than Steve, but Steve managed to get him
in, and he laid him across the length of the seat in a fetal position.  He
fell asleep immediately.

Steve went to retrieve Blake's smelly clothes from the garage floor.  The
front pockets of the trousers were very wet, but the rear pockets were
relatively dry.  One of them was empty, but the other contained Blake's
wallet.  Steve removed the wallet and threw the shoes, socks, trousers, wet
underwear and the soiled towel into Blake's car and closed the door.  He
didn't know why he did it, but he began to examine the contents of the
wallet.

The first thing he saw was a pocket size photograph of the man in the car
with a beautiful woman and two cute kids, a boy and a girl.  He found the
man's driver's license and discovered his name was Blake Molina.  Somehow
the name was familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.  He put the wallet
in his free back pocket and he turned back to his car.  He couldn't open
the front doors which were bent so he climbed into the back where Blake had
fallen asleep and was snoring lightly. He raised Blake's naked legs and sat
down.  He replaced Blake's legs on his lap.  All this attention to Blake
had tired him.  Blake was much bigger than he was and maneuvering his body
into the car was very exhausting.

He leaned back and closed his eyes.  He needed to think.

Air!  Would they have enough air?  Steve eyed the rubble.  It was full of
crannies and the garage was actually open to the street on all four sides.
Theoretically they should have plenty of air.  Food and drink was another
problem.  They had none, or did they?  Blake was overweight.  Steve was
convinced that overweight people were secret eaters.  It was possible that
Blake had snacks in his car.  He would investigate after he had a chance to
rest a bit.

He told himself that he could sound the horn of Blake's car every fifteen
minutes or so to signal rescue workers.  He hoped that his own horn was
still working but he wasn't optimistic.

His mind wandered back to the name Blake Molina.  He tried to remember why
that name was so familiar to him.  Nothing came to mind and he fell asleep.
Just as he nodded off, the emergency light in their little haven failed.
They were plunged into utter darkness.  In a way, this was a godsend
because through all the crannies in the debris, small amounts of light
could be seen filtering through from the street.  Some light and air were
getting in.

Steve began to dream.  He was a freshman in high school.  He didn't know
how anyone could tell, but he was immediately labeled a fag.  He was
shunned and even if there was another gay boy in the ranks, they would be
afraid to befriend him.  He was jostled in the halls, and the jostler would
yell, "FAG," at him.  Someone lettered the word `faggot' across his locker
in red paint.  He was afraid to go to school, but he didn't dare tell his
parents, and where would he go anyway?

One day, after gym class, he entered the locker room with his class.  It
was shower time and Steve hated this the most.  That's when the abuse was
at its greatest.  When he entered the room, he was beset by sweaty, naked
bodies.  The football team had just come in from practice.  One of the guys
was standing naked right in front of Steve's locker laughing and joking
with another player.  Steve knew that the boy blocking his locker was Blake
Molina.  He needed to ask him to move, but he was afraid to.  While he was
wondering what to do, his eyes wandered to Blake's crotch.  He had never
seen such a beautiful cock nor one so thick.  He knew he shouldn't stare
but he couldn't help himself.

Suddenly he was on the floor.  His temple ached with pain.  Blake was
standing over him with his hands twisted into threatening fists.  "FAGGOT,"
he yelled, "if you ever stare at my cock again like you want to have it,
I'll kill you.  It's off bounds to faggots.  Do you get it?"

Steve was sobbing his little heart out.  He got his stuff from his locker
and ran home without showering and without attending the rest of his
classes that day.  He somehow got through high school by hiding from the
entire student body.

He opened his eyes with a start.  Blake was still asleep with his naked
legs lying on Steve's lap.  Whether they died in an hour or whether they
were rescued and lived to tell the tale, Steve had the pleasure of knowing
that Blake was the cringing coward and he had taken charge.  He looked down
at the sleeping football player.  His package was nearly tearing through
the tight boxer shorts.  He wouldn't have dared to do this if Blake was
awake but Steve started brushing his palms along Blake's inner thighs,
purposely grazing his balls on the upstroke.

Blake sighed softly, encouraging Steve to continue.  He laid his palm atop
Blake's entire package and stroked very gently.  He didn't imagine it.
Blake's cock was growing.  He had never closed the single snap in the fly
of his underwear, and the fly was beginning to gap.  Out popped Blake's
uncut cock.  It was enormous and fat and Steve didn't care if Blake killed
him.  He bent over and started tonguing Blake's piss slit.  Blake was now
moaning instead of sighing.  Steve began to suck the cockhead and he was
able to take a couple of inches into his mouth.  He wrapped his fist around
the rest of it and began sucking and stroking.  Blake's moans became
stronger.  He began to scream, but Steve was sure he was still sleeping.

"Suck it Louise.  You've never sucked it so good before.  I'm cumming
Louise."  Blake shot stream after stream into Steve's waiting mouth.  When
it was over, not a drop of semen remained as evidence.  Blake's cock
receded.  Steve tucked it back into the underwear, but this time he snapped
the fly shut.

Blake returned to a fetal position and Steve continued to run his hands up
and down Blake's naked legs.  He stopped only when Blake began to stir and
wake up.

"What happened?" he asked.  Then he saw what position he was lying in,
nearly naked, his legs on Steve's lap, and he sat up rapidly.

"What do you remember?" Steve asked.

"I remember driving into the garage and getting frustrated because there
were no parking spaces.  I needed to pee so badly and I couldn't find a
place to park.  The next thing I remember is dreaming that I was having sex
with my wife, and then waking up in a pretty compromising position.  I'm
really sorry, man.  What happened to my clothes?  What happened to us?"

Steve filled him in on everything that had happened up to that moment.  He
omitted telling him that he had gone down on his luscious cock.  During the
narration Blake kept saying, "I am so sorry, man, to have put you through
all that."

"No need to be sorry," Steve said.  "I'm sure you would have done as much
for me."

"Maybe, but you didn't piss in your pants.  I am so embarrassed."

"Get over it," Steve said.  "We have to formulate a plan for survival.
We've got plenty of air, but food and drink are a problem.  I've got a
small bottle of water in my console.  If you have anything in your car that
we can eat or drink, let's get it out before it smells of urine."

Steve was sure that Blake turned red.  "I've got a bag in the trunk," he
said.  "There must be half a dozen cans of Diet Coke and maybe eight
snicker bars in it.  I bought a box of a dozen this morning."

"God bless you," Steve said.  Forgive me if I kiss you."

Blake actually laughed.  "You never can tell," he said.  "That might well
happen.  You know what happens to men in prison."  Steve was too stunned to
reply.  It sure sounded like someone coming on to him.

"I figure it's too early to try to signal rescue teams.  Besides there are
enough air holes that we might hear them if we're lucky.  Let's save our
car batteries.  We'll start honking once every fifteen minutes at about 6
PM.  That's four hours after the first shock.  In the meantime let's get
all the food together and figure out how often to eat and drink, and how
little we can survive on."  Steve was definitely in charge and leading the
survival efforts.

"I need to pee again," Blake said.

"Pee against my rear wheel.  I've started using that as a watering hole
already."

Before Blake got back in the car, the two men got all their food and drink
together.  They had just enough light to see by when they opened the car
door.  They figured out a rationing plan that could last for nearly five
days.

All of a sudden, Steve yelled out, "What a pair of dummies.  I've got to
find my cell phone."  He reached over the seat and opened his glove
compartment.  It was bent badly, but he managed to pry it open.  He pulled
out his phone and turned it on.  No bars! No reception.

Blake found his phone on the floor in the front of his car, but got the
same results.  "Well, it was a good idea."  He sounded defeated.

"Buck up," Steve said.  "We ain't dead yet."

The two men sat helplessly in the back seat of Steve's car.  Their
shoulders were touching on purpose.  It gave them both a sense of comfort.

"Tell me about yourself," Steve asked Blake.

"There's not much to tell.  My name is Blake Molina.  I went to UCLA on a
football scholarship, married my college sweetheart, got an executive
position with GM (they like to hire football heroes), had two great kids, a
boy and a girl, and here I am today.  What's your tale?"

"You won't like what I have to say," Steve said.  "Put your hands under
your butt so you won't hit me."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Blake asked.

"My name is Steve Gilbert.  Do you recognize it?"  Blake shook his head.

"We went to the same high school.  I was the little faggot everyone picked
on.  You once decked me for staring at your cock.  High school was sheer
torture for me, but college was better.  I met other gay men and women, and
I had a support group at last.  I met a guy, and we fell in love, but
before we graduated he dumped me for a better physical specimen.  I found
someone else recently.  His name is Willie.  We live together now.  Maybe
it will last.  I really don't know.  He never tells me that he loves me or
shows me any affection outside of sex.  I graduated as a civil engineer and
I work for the city.  Boy have I got a lot of work ahead of me."

As if he hadn't heard that he had decked Steve in high school, Blake asked,
"Do you think the whole city is as bad as this?"

"I hope not," Steve answered. "This building is very old and not built to
code.  My office has been trying to condemn it for years.  I pray the rest
of the city stood up better."

"Do you think we dare turn on one of the car radios and see if we can get
news?" Blake wanted to know.

"Let's try, but we'll have to try in your car.  My whole front end is
shot."  They scooted over to Blake's car.  The front seat was still soaking
wet.  Blake reached in and turned the key to "utility."  He turned on the
radio, but all they heard was static.  He cruised through the dial with the
same results.

They closed the door again and went back to Steve's rear seat.  Steve
couldn't stand that Blake had been so unresponsive to his story.  They
settled in side by side, and Steve was about to question Blake, when Blake
once again pressed his shoulder against Steve's shoulder, but this time he
pressed his naked thigh against Steve's thigh also.  Steve felt that
something was definitely going on.

"Why haven't you commented on my being gay and about having beat me up for
it in high school?" Steve insisted on knowing.

Blake sighed and was about to talk when he placed his hand on Steve's knee.
Steve tried not to react.  All he could do was to beg once again, "Please,
Blake, talk to me."

"Well," Blake began.  "This may well be our last day on earth so I'll tell
you a secret I have harbored all my life.  If we get rescued, I'll deny any
allegations you may make, and I would beg for your discretion."

Steve was getting really impatient.  "Talk already," he said.

Blake sighed deeply and began.  "For as long as I can remember, I wanted to
have sex with a guy.  From my first jack off to my very last sex session
with my wife last night, I have always fantasized being with a man.  The
whole idea scared me.  I had to prove to myself and to the world that I was
a macho, macho man.  One way to do it was to beat up on `fags' like you.  I
am truly, truly sorry, Steve.  Please forgive me.

"In high school and college, I tried to date the hottest girls around.  If
they had a reputation for being loose, so much the better.  To get hard,
all I had to do is fantasize that I was with some hot dude.  After I decked
you, I even fantasized about doing it with you, even though I didn't
consider you to be hot.  I wanted to call you a dozen times to meet me
somewhere, but I didn't dare let anyone know my secret, not even you.  For
what it's worth, I think you're definitely hot now, Steve."

As he spoke, his hand went from Steve's knee, higher and higher until he
was stroking Steve's package.  Steve was totally speechless.  All he could
think to say was, "You have had sex with me, Blake, but you were asleep and
you thought I was Louise.  Is that your wife?"

"My wife's name is Jennifer.  I was fully awake and playing a little game
with you.  But I swear I didn't know who you were until you told me.  My
wife would never go down on me.  That blow job was the best sex I have ever
had."  His hand was stroking Steve's package.  Steve was all worked up.  He
undid his belt and pulled down his pants and underwear.  Blake started
playing with Steve's balls and cocks.

"I have dreamed of this moment forever," Blake said.  "I never believed I
would ever get an opportunity.  Please let me suck your cock.  I need to
taste your cum.  I want to do it all.  I want you to fuck me and I want to
fuck you.  After all, we might die today, and you can make all my dreams
come true before we do."  Blake actually started to cry.  Steve placed his
hand underneath Blake's chin and kissed him.  It was a simple chaste kiss,
but Blake wanted more.  He pressed hard against Steve's lips and forced his
mouth open with his tongue.  Then their tongues began to duel.

Blake went down on Steve at last.  Blake did well, but Steve instructed him
now and then.  He asked Blake not to swallow every last drop of his cum.
"Hold it in your mouth and then kiss me.  Pass it on to me," he begged
Blake.

"Would you do it to me again?" Blake implored afterward.  Steve was happy
to oblige.  He leaned over Blake and began to massage Blake's cock with his
tongue.  Blake moaned and sighed alternately and came again in short order.

"After we recover a little, will you fuck me and can I fuck you?" Blake
asked.

"I'd be happy to," Steve said, "but you're so big and we have no lubricant.
Wait, I remember I have some body lotion in my overnight bag.  We can use
that."

The two men got fully naked and lay down on the back seat, kissing and
fondling each other.  "This is incredible," Blake said.  "I may be dead in
a matter of minutes if this place caves in, and yet I have never been
happier.  At least I'll die happy."

"And I have always believed that I would die making love.  Isn't that
weird?"

"If we do get out of this," Blake said, "we must both go back to our lives.
We must forget all about this."

"Will you be able to?" Steve asked.

"We'll have to wait and see.  I know it will be difficult.  It will be more
difficult than ever before."

"It's a little after six, let's honk the horn once, Steve suggested."  They
were too snuggly to go to Blake's car so they tried Steve's horn and to
their delight it worked.

They both dozed off.  Sometime during the night, they experienced another
after shock.  It was pretty severe.  The two men clung together hoping that
their haven would not cave in.  Some loose concrete dust fell on the cars,
but the ceiling held.

"I think we should celebrate our latest survival," Blake said.  "Fuck me."

"Anything you wish before we die," Steve answered.  He got the body lotion
from his kit and applied it generously to Blake's ass hole.  As he did so,
two of his fingers entered Blake's crack and Steve manipulated them gently
while spreading Blake's ass hole.  Steve reckoned that the best way to do
the act was for Blake to straddle him and sit on him.  When they got in
position, Steve lubed his cock and Blake began to sit on Steve's cock.
Steve was surprised how easily he entered, and Blake reported no pain, only
intense pleasure.

"You were born to be a bottom," Steve said.

Blake answered, "So be it."

They began to pump.  As Blake went down, Steve went up.  Steve's cock was
gently stroking Blake's prostate.  Blake went wild with pleasure, and came
minutes before Steve.  His cum was all over Steve's chest and chin.  The
two men shared the protein equally.  "It's a little like manna from
heaven," Blake said.

"Let's rest," Steve said and when you think you are ready, you can fuck
me."  Again they lay naked, huddled together on the back seat.

"Thank you," Blake said.  "You don't know what this means to me."

"You'll thank me more after you fuck me."

Several hours later and several horn honks later, Steve lubed his ass as
much as he could and then lubed Blake's cock.  They repeated the straddle
position.  Blake was huge and Steve hurt like hell, but he wouldn't quit
for Blake's sake.  Eventually Blake was all the way in and the pain turned
to desire.  Steve's prostate was nearly crushed by Blake's cock.  This time
the two men came at the same time, but this time they shared Steve's cum.

Their strength waned after a couple of days.  They still had sex, but not
often and they were restricted to oral sex.  On the third day they heard
noises and Blake was certain, he saw light coming through some of the
cracks in the rubble.  They quickly began honking both their horns.  In a
few minutes they were rewarded with the sound from a loud bull horn.  They
had been found.

They decided that it would be best if they were wearing clothes when the
rescuers found them, and they wanted to be as clean as possible.  They had
used the bag the snickers and the cokes had come in to deposit their feces.
They continued to pee against the car wheel.  Blake put on all his dirty
clothes.  Everything was dry but still bore the odor of urine.  It couldn't
be helped.  They continued to have oral sex with their pants pulled down.

It took almost three more days for the rescue team to reach them.  They had
been out of food and drink for almost 24 hours and they were very weak.

Part Two
After The Rescue

When they were brought out into the sunlight, they were greeted by cheering
crowds.  They learned that almost everybody in the building had perished
including the accountant and investment broker they had gone to see.  If
they had found parking spaces, they too would probably be dead.

Blake's wife Jennifer and his children were at the scene.  They embraced
each other wildly.  Blake tore himself away for a minute to talk to Steve.

"Thanks for everything," he said.  "You know we can't ever see each other
again or talk of this."

"I know."  Steve stuck out his hand to shake Blake's, but Blake grabbed him
and gave him a bear hug.  Blake ran off without looking back at Steve.
Just then, Steve heard his name being called over and over.  He looked up
to see his lover, Willie, running toward him.  Willie grabbed him,
slobbering tears all over Steve's cheeks.

"My God, Stevie, I thought I had lost you.  I couldn't bear it.  I now
realize how much I love you.  When I thought you were dead, I wanted to
kill myself.  I know I've been a bastard to you some times, but I promise
you, I'll make it up.  I don't want to lose you again.  I can't."

Oblivious to the gawking crowd, the two men kissed each other passionately,
as newspaper photographers flashed away.

The next day, Blake saw the picture in the paper, and smiled a jealous
smile.  He also smiled knowing that he no longer needed to fantasize in
order to get it up for Jennifer.  Now all he had to do was remember how
wonderful sex had been with Steve.

His smile faded as he wondered how long he could go on pretending, now that
he had tasted the long forbidden fruit.  Not long apparently!

In a very short time, he began to actively search for a fuck buddy in the
personal ads and on the internet.  He quickly learned that when the ad
requested "discretion" it meant that the party was in the closet and most
probably married.  Once having mastered the buzz words, he posted his own
ad in the newspaper under "men seeking men."  Whenever he made a contact,
he arranged to meet at a nearby `Dunkin' Donuts' store.  There was also a
`One Hour Motel' in the vicinity.  He actually had sex at the motel with a
couple of the men he met this way.  He always had a good time, but didn't
feel that he wanted to see the parties again.  Unfortunately his sexual
satisfaction only lasted a day or two before he began to desire male sex
again.  His constant hunting and trying to keep his secret from Jennifer
was exhausting him.

It was when he met Frank Chambers that both their lives veered off course.
The two guys hit it off immediately.  Frank was handsome, all man and a
jock like Blake.  They were both married and each had two kids.  Like
Blake, Frank had an executive position with a major corporation, and was a
huge football fan.  They both had season tickets to the Forty-Niners
football games and neither of their wives went with them.

They rushed to the motel the first time they met, and they had absolutely
great sex together.  Frank was almost as wide around as Blake, but with
patience they were able to enjoy each other.  Parting was difficult, but
they figured out when they could meet again, and how often.  They also made
a pact to leave the football games at half time and hit the motel.  They
would have liked to have been together constantly, but were willing to
settle for the crumbs life handed them. Taking a cue from "Brokeback
Mountain" they even arranged a fishing trip together and spent a glorious
week in bed, sucking and fucking.

One day they decided to tell their wives that they had met at the football
games and had become great friends.  They arranged for the four of them to
have dinner together.  The wives enjoyed the evening and each other, so
they began to do it more often.  It wasn't an ideal situation, but neither
wanted to ruin their lives by coming out.  They appreciated what they had,
and made the best of things.  There was always the fear of being found out,
but that only added to the excitement.

Blake even called Steve on a whim, and told him what route his life had
taken.  Steve was overjoyed for Blake, and he and Willie met Blake and
Frank downtown for lunch one day.  The four of them really enjoyed one
another's company.  Willie even offered them use of his and Blake's
apartment if it meant they could get together more often.

They took advantage of the offer and stopped paying for a motel.  One time
they were able to come over in the evening when Steve and Willie were home.
The two couples began to make love.  Nobody was sure how it happened, but
at some point they switched partners and it was fine with all of them.
Willie and Steve were still madly in love with each other as were Blake and
Frank.  In fact, it only made Willie and Steve more grateful that they had
each other full time, and didn't have to sneak around.

As Blake and Frank increased the frequency of their sexual encounters, sex
with their wives decreased.  When they did have sex, it was usually
unsatisfactory.  Often it was the evening of an afternoon tryst and both
men were worn out.  As their marital sex lives deteriorated so did their
marriages and soon both wives were seeking divorce.  Frank was the first to
get the ultimatum.

"I thought I'd be devastated," he told Blake, but I'm not.  I'm relieved.
I'll still get to have time with the kids and I'll have my own apartment.
You'll be able to come over whenever you can get away.  Please make it
often.  I love you."  It was the first time he had ever said that.  Blake
was so moved, he grabbed Frank in a bear hug and gave him a wet slobbery
kiss.  When he came up for air, he murmured, "I love you too."

Now that Frank had an apartment of his own, they saw each other more and
more.  Blake's sex life with Jennifer was kaput, and it wasn't long before
he moved in with Frank.  Both men remained in the closet to their families
and at work, but their private lives became paradise for both of them.
They joined Steve and Willie at happy hour every Friday evening at one of
the many gay bars that were around town.  They made many other gay friends
and became part of the larger gay community.  Truly, they were happy and
they made love freely, often, and best of all, unhurriedly.

One evening, Blake and Frank were having a romantic dinner at home.  Blake
raised his wine glass and said, "Here's to us, sweetheart.  The worst thing
that can happen to a person is to lead a life other than what God intended
for him.  We're the lucky ones."

"Amen," Frank answered.  They both raised their glasses and sipped their
wine to acknowledge their good fortune.