Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2017 10:54:39 -0400 (EDT)
From: HENRY BROOKS <hankbrookscc@comcast.net>
Subject: Uneventful Events

                                    Uneventful Events

                                       (Have Fate)

 If you live and breathe, you are a victim of the spinning top of fate.
Every time the top falls over, and you set it to spinning again, you are
changing something in the way the top revolves.  Perhaps it's the speed, or
the slight angle at which it spins.  So it is with us.  With every breath
we take, our lives are governed by cause and effect, just like the top.

 How many times have you wondered; if I had set out five minutes later, or
five minutes sooner, would I have avoided the four car pile-up?  Or, if I
hadn't gone to that birthday party when I was a kid, would I ever have met
my BFF.  We could go on forever with examples.  It's a variation of the
"what if" game.  The bottom line is that every minute of every day an event
occurs in our lives.  It isn't something we make a big deal over because
the incidents are so uneventful.  We don't even notice them, but down the
road, they may greatly impact our lives.

 Let me tell you a little story about how a series of uneventful events
completely altered the life of Charles Spencer:

                                          **********

 Charlie Spencer worked for a mega marketing firm in Chicago.  It was his
first job after college, and he was low man on the totem pole for about six
months.  Then Victor Brookfield was hired, and Charlie was no longer the
most junior of all the staff. The two men were introduced, and they were
always friendly toward each other, but there was no chemistry between them.
They rarely worked together, and if they met on the street, they might not
have recognized each other.

 Maybe they would have bonded in some small way, if circumstances had been
different.  You see Charlie was gay, and out of the closet.  More than
that, he was a player.  Vic was straight, and a newly-wed to boot.  His
life style was the opposite of Charlie's; very conservative.  Nobody in the
office gave Charlie a bad time, but none of the men seemed interested in
interacting with him on a social level.  One day, on their way to lunch,
Charlie and Vic found themselves alone on the elevator.  They smiled at
each other, but neither of them spoke.

 Just as the elevator doors opened to the lobby, Vic asked, "Are you going
to lunch, Larry?"

 Charlie did not get angry at Vic's mistake.  He didn't know Vic's name
either.

 "Yes, I am," Charlie answered, and by the way, my name is Charlie, Charlie
Spencer, and you are?"

 Vic apologized profusely.  He held out his hand and said, "I'm Vic
Brookfield."

 The two men shook hands, and Vic asked if Charlie would like company at
lunch.  None of the straight men in the office had ever wanted to have
lunch with him, and Charlie was pleasantly surprised.  He wondered if Vic
knew that he was gay.

 "Sure," Charlie answered.  "I hate to eat alone."

 "Where are you headed?" Vic asked.

 "The Chinese restaurant around the corner."

 "Good choice.  Let's go."

 They each had the luncheon special; soup, egg roll and an entrée.
At first they ate in silence.  Neither of them had much to say to the
other.  Finally Charlie thought that if Vic was nice enough to invite him
to lunch, he should be friendlier.

 "Tell me about yourself," he said to Vic.  "Where did you go to college?
When did you get married?  That sort of thing."

 When Vic told Charlie that he had graduated from Northwestern, Charlie
said that he had gone there too, and they established that they had
graduated in the same class.  Now they got really excited and conversation
flowed easily as each one filled the other in on their lives.

 As they got up to leave, Vic said, "That was fun.  Would you like to have
lunch together tomorrow?"

 "I'd like that very much," Charlie answered, and that was the beginning of
their friendship.

 If they hadn't ended up together on the same elevator, that friendship
would never have happened.  What could be more uneventful than a ride on an
elevator?

 In spite of their growing friendship, they never socialized.
Nevertheless, one day, Vic asked Charlie what he was doing for
Thanksgiving.  Vic said that his parents had moved to Scottsdale, and he
had no other family.  Anyway, since he came out, his folks were very
uncomfortable when he was around them, so he wasn't about to knock himself
out to make the trip.  When Vic heard that Charlie had no plans for the
holiday, he invited him to join his family.

 "It'll just be me and my wife, and my brother and his wife," Vic said.

 He was aware that Charlie wasn't seeing anyone special, but he added, "If
you'd like to bring a friend, that'll be fine."  Charlie couldn't think of
anyone that he cared to ask.

 "Thanks, but I'll be alone," he told Vic.

 Charlie arrived at his friend's house, and presented his wife, Cheryl Ann,
with a beautiful bouquet of fall flowers.  She arranged them in a vase and
used them as a centerpiece on her dinner table.

 It was the first time Charlie had met Vic's wife.  She was beautiful, but
Charlie was surprised to see that she was Asian.  He thought that maybe
that was the reason Vic was so accepting of minorities, like himself.

 Vic offered Charlie a glass of wine, and just as Vic handed the glass to
him, Vic's brother arrived.  It was obvious that he was an older brother.
Charlie placed him at about thirty.  Michael was an exceptionally handsome
man, as was Victor, but his wife, Cindi, was rather plain and mousy.  Her
hair was disheveled, and her dress was not very fashionable.  Nevertheless,
Michael and Charlie hit it off from the get-go, and they got carried away
in an animated conversation.  In fact, in a very short time, the casual
observer would believe that Mike and Charlie were a couple who had come to
this dinner together.

 By the end of the evening, Mike felt comfortable enough to say to Charlie,
"I don't want to be presumptuous, but I have a gay friend, a very handsome
gay friend, who's a truly great guy.  I think you two would really enjoy
each other's company.  I'd like to arrange for you two to meet, if you
don't have any objections."

 "I have no objection at all," Charlie said sincerely.  He liked Mike so
much that he was sure his friend would be equally as nice.

 "Great," Mike said.  "Do you know where Toby's Bar and Grill is?"

 Charlie nodded.  "Harry and I have a TGIF drink there every Friday night
after work.  How about meeting us there about 5:30 next Friday?  We're both
off tomorrow, so this Friday is cancelled."

 "I'd like that a lot," Charlie said.  I'll be there.

 So here's how things stand so far, regarding uneventful events.  Charlie
finds himself alone on an elevator with Vic, whom he barely knows.  They
agree to have lunch together and a friendship brews.  The friendship grows
to a point where Vic invites Charlie to dinner at his house.  At the
dinner, Charlie meets Vic's brother, Mike.  The two men really enjoy each
other's company, and before the evening ends, Mike proposes a meeting with
his gay friend, for possible future romantic involvement, and Charlie
accepts the proposal.  Every event propelling Charlie toward his destiny is
a non-event to say the least.

 Toby's was basically a straight bar, and it was filled with wall to wall
people on Friday evening.  It seemed that all of Chicago descended on this
one location for a good old TGIF drink.  Charlie came in and was
overwhelmed with the magnitude of the crowd.  He feared that he would not
find Mike in this sea of humanity.

 He looked ahead and saw a hand waving at him.  He worked his way to the
waving hand.  It was Mike, all right, and his friend.  Charlie was more
than surprised when Mike gave him a hug.

 "Charlie, meet my friend Harry."

 Harry and Charlie clasped hands to introduce each other.  Mike hadn't
lied.  Harry was one handsome dude.  Charlie wasn't sure about a romantic
involvement, but he didn't think he would mind tricking with Harry at all.
Harry was about Mike's age.

 The three men had a couple of drinks together and made easy conversation
for a little over an hour.  Finally, Mike said, "I have a train to make out
to the burbs, so I'll leave you guys alone."  He shook their hands and
looked at Charlie.  "Will you join us again next Friday?" he asked.

 "You bet," Charlie answered.  "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

 When Mike left there was an awkward silence.  Finally, Harry asked, "Do
you live around here Charlie?'

 `Practically walking distance," Charlie answered.

 "Me too.  I guess we're neighbors.  Hey, I've got an idea.  This place is
so noisy, I can't think straight.  How about taking a short walk to my
apartment.  I'll make us some drinks, and we can get better acquainted."

 Charlie wasn't sure what Harry meant by "better acquainted," but he really
wanted to find out.  "That sounds like a plan," he said.

 When they entered his apartment, Harry encouraged Charlie to remove his
shoes and tie, and relax.  Charlie nodded and the two men got more
comfortable with each other.

 "What would you like to drink?" Harry asked.

 "Scotch straight up," Charlie replied.

 While Harry was preparing their drinks, Charlie made himself comfortable
on the sofa.  Harry handed Charlie the drink, and sat down next to him as
close as he could possibly get.

 "Are we going to play a little tonight?" Harry asked.

 Charlie certainly wasn't surprised by the question, but he said, "I really
like you, and I think you're hot, but I don't know.  We just met."

 "Please don't leave me with blue balls," Harry pleaded.  "If Mike wasn't
trying to fix us up, he would have come home with me."

 Charlie was shocked, but he shouldn't have been.  He had been with plenty
of married men whose proclivities lay elsewhere than in the arms of a full
breasted woman.

 "Wow," he said.  "Have you got any other zingers for me?"

 "Yeah," Harry laughed.  "Mike wants me to ask you if you would be
interested in a three way with him and me."

 "Mike is a gorgeous hunk of man, and ordinarily I'd jump at the chance to
have sex with him, but how could I face his brother Vic at work the next
day?"

 "That's not something you need worry about.  Vic is fully aware of Mike's
other life."

 Charlie was beyond being shocked, but he had a thought, and had to ask,
"Has Vic ever joined you and Mike?"

 "Hell, no.  The guy is so in love with his wife, it's almost disgusting."

 Somehow Charlie was relieved.  "I don't think that's disgusting at all,"
he said.  "Someday, I would hope that someone would love me like that, and
I would love him back the same way."

 "Jesus, Charlie," Harry said.  "Maybe I sounded like a slut before, but I
want the same things you want.  Please stay here tonight.  Let's make love,
and see where it goes from there.  Honestly, I can see spending my life
with you."  He took Charlie's drink and laid it on the coffee table
alongside his.  When his hands were free, he embraced Charlie and leaned in
for a kiss.  Charlie smiled at him, and their lips met.

 The kiss started out as a mere brush stroke, but little by little, their
mouths opened and their tongues met.  A sigh escaped from both of them, and
the kiss became a kiss of great passion.

 Moments later they were in the master bathroom, naked, and Harry was
starting the spigots in the shower.  They were still kissing.  When Harry
was satisfied with the water temperature, he broke the kiss, and said,
"Your cock is amazingly beautiful."

 "Yours is a work of art," Charlie countered.

 Both men were uncut, about four inches flaccid, but now they were fully
erect at about six and a half inches.  Charlie was glad that neither of
them was monstrous.  Ass fucking would be so much more pleasant.

 When both their bodies were soaking wet, Harry took a bar of soap, and
began to bathe Charlie.  He tried not to miss a spot, but of course, he
concentrated on Charlie's cock, balls and ass.  After a while he handed the
soap to Charlie, who returned the favor.  Involuntarily, he began to ream
Harry's ass hole, and Harry was moaning, groaning, sighing and purring, all
at the same time.

 When he could manage to speak, Harry said, "Please Charlie, fuck me.  I
need it badly from anyone, but I want it desperately from you."

 Charlie took that as a compliment.  "Do you have any condoms in the
shower?" he asked.

 "I have never fucked before without protection," Harry said.  "I was
hoping that we wouldn't use those things between us."

 "Please, Harry, you're sounding like we are going to be exclusive.  It's
too early to make that kind of commitment.  I insist we use them."

 Harry looked crestfallen.  "Very well," he mumbled, "let's rinse off and
hit the bed."

 They took great pleasure in drying their bodies, and literally fell into
bed while hugging each other tightly.  Before he knew what happened, Harry
was sucking Charlie's cock with obvious joy.  I want to get you good and
hard," he said when he came up for air.

 Not surprisingly, a box of condoms and a tube of lube were sitting on
Harry's night table.  Charlie took them, and he prepared himself to fuck
Harry.  He greased Harry's ass hole and his own rubberized cock.

 Charlie was about to ask Harry how he liked it, when he turned on his back
and raised his legs.  Charlie was happy to enter him missionary style.  He
slipped in easily, too easily, and he had to believe that Harry was a
bottom, who had been fucked to glory many times in the past.

 Charlie would have liked for this experience to last a long time, but
Harry kept pumping his ass muscles around Charlie's cock, and he was
driving Charlie crazy.  He couldn't hold back, and he came screaming and
bucking.  It may have been short, but it was the most intense orgasm
Charlie had ever had.

 When he finally fell out of Harry's ass, Charlie went down on Harry, and
sucked him into paradise.  He swallowed everything, but he continued to
nibble on Harry's foreskin until he realized that Harry was crying.  He
scooted up so that they were lying side by side, and he wiped away Harry's
tears.

 "What's wrong?" Charlie asked, utterly fearful.

 "When Mike described you to me, I knew that you'd be very special.  You
didn't disappoint me.  I know it's too soon, and you don't want to hear
this, but I'm going to say it anyway, I love you Charlie.  Please give us a
chance."

 "You're special too, and I do want to give us a chance," Charlie said.
"You know that business about doing a three way with Mike?  Forget about
it.  I want you all to myself."

 Harry hugged Charlie so tightly; he feared that a rib had broken.

 In a very short while, they made the commitment, and moved in with each
other.  What's more, neither of them ever cheated on the other.

 Taking an elevator constantly is such an uneventful event, that Charlie
never thought about it.  But if he had taken the elevator before or just
after the one Vic took, he would most probably never have met the love of
his life.  As a side thought, he would never have met his two best friends,
the brothers Vic and Mike Brookfield.