Date: Wed, 31 Aug 2011 10:59:40 -0400
From: preecherdave@gmail.com
Subject: What is Love?

This story contains scenes of explicit, adult, gay sex. It is simple, if
you don't like that or it is illegal because of age, just don't read it.

Author's Note

I know that I am a romantic but I have been lucky and fulfilled in my life
so I see that in others.  None of my stories are autobiographical. I have a
fertile, lusty imagination.

So far, I have enjoyed the many emails about my stories. Comments welcomed.

preecherdave@gmail.com

If you like this story, you might want to read the others that I published
on Nifty. In particular, Unexpected Change has had the most positive
comments.

Unexpected Change, Nifty, College, April 16, 2011
Friendship, Nifty, Adult Friends, May 20, 2011
Surprising Last Year at University, Nifty, College, June 9, 2011
Murder Changed My Life, Nifty, Beginnings, July 8, 2011


What is love?

I was standing up facing the wall and he was thrusting into me with great
elan and passion. I could feel it coming. It started in my groin and spread
like wild fire up and out. I must have sprayed a litre of cum on the wall
and the strands of cum were slowly moving down the wall. Obviously, my
muscles clenched, he moaned and I could feel him get bigger and his rhythm
changed as he filled the condom.

When he came out I felt empty physically and emotionally. I turned around
attempting to make the best of it. I looked at his face, still in the
dazed, afterglow of a huge climax and I looked down at his very slowly
deflating cock.

With an ironic smile, I commented, "Will, good thing there was a condom.
I'd be leaking for ages."

He looked down and smiled with a nod. "Yeah Dave, when I'm really turned
on, I cum and cum. Thanks, it was great. You have a talented ass." He
really hadn't sensed my mood. Maybe a good thing.

He went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean up. I was naked
and my legs were slayed out on the couch. Why be bashful after the actions
of the last hour? He came out and started to get dressed. "I guess I should
leave. See you again another time?"

"Yeah, I have other assets that are fairly talented as well." I said moving
my hips and cock up and down slightly. The look on his face said no not
now. "Great, another time." I said as he left.

Oh Jack, how I miss you. Are you doing this with another man, somewhere,
now? I hope it fills your needs. It doesn't mine.

Nine Months Earlier

I went into a crowded restaurant one night to get a quick supper. I was
tired after a very long, hard day's work. After the humid, hot early August
evening outside, it felt crisp and clean in the air conditioned air. The
crisp table cloth, glistening silver and sparking goblets added to the
comfortable feeling. I sighed with relief as I settled in for a quiet
meal. I only relaxed for a minute when a man my age came up to my table.

"Sorry to be so forward but there are no tables even at this hour and I
really need to eat. Hard long day at work."

"Join the club. If we are in the same club, you might as join our table."
We both grinned at each other.

"Jack Donovan," he said as he put out his hand to shake mine.

"Dave Vincent, a fellow club member."

We were both tired but the food and company woke us up for a time and we
chatted during the meal. We each only suppressed a couple of yawns. On my
last one, I managed to acknowledge it by saying that it was, honestly, not
the company. We found that we both worked close by and that being upwardly
mobile we tended to work long hours. We shared a lot in common and it had
been a lucky chance meeting that had been very sympatico. We enjoyed our
unexpected time together. We exchanged phone numbers and agreed to get
together on Friday night for a meal at a local pub; we hoped to be less
tired.  On my way home, I ran over in my mind how much chance plays in our
lives. Little did I know.

I looked forward to Friday night and even dressed up slightly for our
meal. As Jack approached the table, I realized how attractive he was. Over
six feet, nicely built and good looking in a clean cut way of a man in his
early 30s. He was obviously in shape as I was. He had nicely cut auburn
hair and hazel eyes. I hoped that he saw me in much the same way.

The greetings were cordial. As the evening progressed, I told him of some
of the cases I was working on as a young lawyer in a big firm. Interesting
but not earth shattering. He recounted some of his encounters with clients
of his small software firm. He had a programming background but was often a
project manager and was responsible for client contacts. He had a wicked,
sharp, sense of humour and a wonderful way of telling stories. As he said,
in a small firm, you had to be flexible and ambidextrous. It turned out
that he was a cyclist and spent a lot of time with friends on his
bicycle. That was a shared passion. We liked film, cards, video games and
dancing. I liked classical music and he said that he had just never gotten
involved but he mentioned several popular classical selections that he had
heard and liked. It turned out that we both liked jazz. We played a game of
pool and he beat me but it was close. The evening passed very quickly and
enjoyably. He invited me to join him and some friends for a bike ride in
the woods on Sunday.

What a great time we had on Sunday. His friends were boisterous and
raunchy. My kind of guys. By the end of the ride we were sweaty and
thirsty. We ended up at a pub in the early afternoon and ate and drank
until well into the supper hour. The guys finally said that they had to go
and we left.

"Nice guys." I said as I drove Jack back to his car and loaded his bike
into it. "Thanks so much for the invitation. I really enjoyed the entire
day. Too bad it has to end."

"Dave, I too have enjoyed it. We must get to together again soon."

Plans were made. Over the next month and a half we started to see each
other once in while and slowly more and more often. We saw some good
cinema, went to a jazz concert, had pub nights with his and my friends. One
day after work, about a month and half after we had met, we had supper
together. We had gotten to know each other quite well and were very relaxed
with each other. The conversation became more and more personal. We talked
about family. His father in particular, disapproved of his single life
style and his father was a bigot. Luckily, they lived several hundred
kilometres away in a small town. There were the odd phone calls to his
mother but that was all. My family was quite close but they lived in Quebec
about 300 kilometres from me and we saw each other on special occasions and
some holidays.  I finally commented that he didn't seem to have time for a
girlfriend. A funny look came over his face. I wondered if I had asked the
wrong question.

"I gave up on women, Dave. I just found them too clingy and demanding. Oh
the sex was OK but I just couldn't manage the rest. Truthfully, I found
other outlets."

I gave a curious look that asked for more explanation.

"Dave, this might end our getting together. I don't want that kind of
commitment and I find men better suited than women." He paused and looked
at my startled face with my mug of beer stalled half way to my mouth. "Wow,
Dave that is a classic reaction." He laughed and realizing how I looked, I
took a drink and then started to laugh myself.

"No offence, Jack. You just took me by surprise. This won't end our getting
together."

"Don't tell me we share something else as well."

"Not as such. I broke up with a women a couple of months ago for exactly
the reasons you mentioned. I have just never found the right one.  And just
for the record, I have had a few experiences with men back in University. I
was curious."

"And???" He said with anticipation, wanting more details.

"What can I say? I enjoyed it. Hell a good orgasm is a good orgasm. Men do
know what men like. But I figured that I was basically heterosexual and
carried on with women. I guess I just found it easier to follow the
mainstream.

"OK, test time, just for fun. If I told you that I was horny and asked you
back to my place tonight, what would be your reaction? I do find you
attractive."

"OK, let's start there. I find you attractive. I haven't had sex for a
little while. I have done it before with men." I paused searching his face;
he gave me a look that meant now was passing or failing time. Strangely, I
found my libido firing up. I could feel my groin begin to tingle and
expand. "If I told you that I feel turned on right now and that I would
give it a try. Would that be a passing answer?"

"Let's go. I never thought that this evening would end like this."

"Don't count your chickens yet. Who knows I may not know what to do or I
might not react as I did in the past."

"One," he said with a devilish grin, "I can show you exactly what to
do. Secondly, I'll take my chances. If it doesn't work, it doesn't
work. Nothing ventured; nothing gained." He finished with another chuckle
and a come hither look. "Let's give it a try." It was said with every
innuendo he could muster. My groin reacted again. He actually gave my butt
a pat as we left the restaurant.

I was surprised that the trip to his place was filled with fun and
laughter. There was no tension or awkwardness. However, my mind was all
over the place with anticipation and apprehension.

Jack slipped into the ultimate host role when we entered. He took my jacket
showed me around his condo. He asked if I wanted a drink or anything. There
was no pressure. I took control, sat down on the couch and beckoned him to
sit beside me. I put one arm over his shoulder and the other on his leg.

"You know, it is coming back to me." I grinned at his look of surprise and
acceptance of my advances.

"Do you kiss on first date?"

I answered by turning and looking at him in the eyes. I leaned in and
touched my lips to his. He opened his lips and our tongues gently touched
and then probed. Obviously, kissing was a total turn on for both of
us. Things escalated quickly. He took the initiative and before I knew it,
my shirt was off and his hands were lightly in the hair of my chest and his
fingers were flicking my nipples. I moaned my appreciation. I went a little
further when I had his chest bare; my tongue was circling his nipples and
then I gently bit each nipple until he was shuddering and moaning.

"You don't play fair."

"I told you that I know what a man likes. Some men, some women like their
nipples worked; it is obvious that you and I do. So what's not fair? Are
not enjoying this? You could have fooled me. Enjoy it." And enjoy it he
did.

After a few minutes of mutual torture, he stopped and looked at me with a
sly grin. "I don't know about you but my pants have become quite
uncomfortable."

Again I took the lead. I stood and put my hands out to pull him up. When he
was standing, I cupped is groin with my hands. I looked at him seriously
and said with great sincerity, "I think that I have found the reason. You
are swelling up badly but I think that I have the answer." I undid his belt
and zipper and carefully peeled off his shorts and pants, leaving him naked
and exposed with a very erect cock pointing upward and proud. "There, I
think that I have found the cure for your problem. Is it good?"

He started to laugh and sputter. "Dave, how refreshing to find a man with
initiative and humour. Come here!" As he kissed me again, he gave me the
cure.

Before I could respond or act he slid down onto his knees, kissing and
licking my chest and stomach as he went. His next touch of his tongue was
to the tip of my very engorged cock. Then his tongue circled the head and
finally, after a minute of torture, the tip was in his mouth being licked
and sucked. I was in total lust.

But after a minute or two of this, I drew away. "Jack, this has to be
shared. Let's go somewhere more comfortable."  We ended up of course on his
bed, in a traditional 69. I remember hands all over my body and mine all
over his. I remember pulling the hairs on his leg and have him doing it
back to me. Hands roamed over our butts as we sucked each other in and
out. He deep throated me; that was something I had never mastered so I took
him as far as I could and used my tongue, mouth and hand to give him as
much pleasure as possible. Finally, he called out that he was close; so was
I. We had been close before but we had backed off. Both of us let the other
know that this was it. I sucked until he pulled out and I took him over
with my hand. Wow the man was turned on. He shot a huge quantity over my
neck and chest.  I followed a minute later with even more volume and
probably even a louder vocal outburst.

When we caught our breath, he was the first to speak. He looked at me with
a look of wonder and pleasure. "You, sir, are a man of many surprises and
talents. To think that I have been going around with you all this time and
had no idea that there was a volcano of passion beside me all the
time. Dave you have taken my breath away." As he spoke, he was massaging
his cum into my skin. I was on the verge of getting hard again.

"Jack, I'll be honest. I haven't had an experience like this for years. You
brought out the best in me and by the way, you are a fantastic partner."

I stayed the night and we repeated the performance again the next morning
before going to work. We agreed to meet at the pub on Friday night with my
friends. This was new experience for me. I was looking forward to meeting a
man again who had really turned me on. I wondered if it was just a one time
experience or would Jack want to repeat it?

We had a great Friday night. We drank, talked and played pool. Jack and I
just naturally formed partners and won quite a few games. As we left, I
asked him if he wanted to come back for a night cap. He jokingly asked if I
had designs on him. I replied only if the subject was willing. It turned
out that both of us were more than willing. When we finished the first
time, he lay on top of me mixing our semen together as he gently kissed me.

Breakfast the next morning was another unexpected event. The conversation
got quite detailed. He had never had unprotected sex for a number of years
and was tested regularly; his last test was month ago and he was going to
be tested again. I admitted to one unprotected sexual encounter a year and
half ago with a woman and had been tested regularly as well and would be
tested next week as well.

We started doing a lot together and settled into a comfortable rhythm We
both received our tests back on a Friday a week later. We had a great
morning bicycle outing with his friends on Saturday morning and
afternoon. I noticed that Jack was edgy and tense. We got back to his place
on Saturday afternoon and opened a beer. I told him my observation.

"Dave, do you ever get so sexually frustrated that your body is on edge." I
just looked at him with a smile. "You looked so damn sexy today that I
could hardly refrain myself from attacking you. I bicycled behind you and I
saw your muscles working and your butt was just so goddamn sexy I wanted to
touch it. That is what is wrong with me."

I stood up and started a strip tease of my clothes, starting with my
neckerchief, my shirt until I was naked in front of him. By the time I was
finished I was as hard as I had ever been in my life. I was starting to
leak.  Jack stood up slowly and walked over to me and flicked a nipple. He
then took my cock which was like an iron rod and gently pulled me over to
the couch where he sat down .

"Dave, I want you with your sweat and all." He pulled me over until my cock
was in his mouth and my knees were on the couch and my hands on the back of
it. He sucked me as I have never been sucked before. His fingers were all
over my butt and when one of them circled my opening I gasped. He released
me and put one finger in his mouth. Started sucking again while he gently
put the finger in my hole. In one minute I cried out that I was going to
cum. He sucked harder and I blasted into his mouth. When I stopped, he
released me, grabbed my head and kissed me, sharing my cum with me.

I stood him up and undressed him. I teased him. I pulled hair on his
legs. I sucked his balls. I used fingers on his hole but never once touched
his cock. When he tried to touch himself, I hit his hands away. He knew
what I was doing but cursed and swore at me and I just chuckled. When I
finally took him in my mouth I think I heard the words about time you
bastard. As I took him in my mouth a wet finger went in his ass. In about
two minutes a huge load was in my mouth and I was sharing it with him.

"You are a fucking, incredible bastard."

"Ah, compliments compliments. But that was not fucking." He laughed.

I stayed the night and we repeated the previous days event around his place
in several rooms.

For a month and more we were close. I came to rely on his friendship and
time. We didn't live together but we did most things together. That was
probably the start of it. I became too close. I noticed around the end of
our first month together, that Jack was becoming a little distant. It was
hard to put it into actual words or events. I just had a feeling. He
started to do things by himself always with a good excuse. I saw a little
less of his friends, always for a good reason. Sex seemed less charged and
less frequent. I put it down to familiarity, a little of the original
passion was dissipating. I even wondered one day when he dropped by late if
I smelled an unfamiliar aftershave. No it was just his, a little old, late
in the day. He became sharp the odd time without his trademark smile. I
pondered and pondered. I finally decided that we had to talk.

One evening when he was over he seemed almost distracted. "Jack, I think
that we should talk."

"I agree."

I felt a stab of pain. It was real. "There is something bothering you. I
couldn't quite put my finger on it for the longest while but I think that I
have an idea now. These are my observations and it is not a criticism so
please hear me out. You have been distant and you are doing less and less
with me, always for a good reason. I see less of your friends. You are
quite often busy when I make suggestions. Tonight you seem distracted,
almost as if you want to be somewhere else." He was about to
interrupt. "Give me a minute more. I think that while we are, or were, very
sympatico there may be a fundamental difference between us. I don't mean
that I am right or you are wrong. We may just have different goals or
expectations. I suspect you are feeling now about me the way you explained
very early on how you felt about women. If so...."

"I feel like a shit. You are so goddamn perceptive. I am feeling boxed in,
enclosed. Why do you have to be so bloody reasonable? This would be so much
easier if we had a big blow out."

"It's trite but life is not easy and I don't want a big blow out,
especially not with you. I am not happy with the way things are and neither
are you. So...." I felt that I had to leave the final decision to him.

"I guess that I have to step away for a while and reflect."

"Jack you have come to mean a lot to me but we have to share the same basic
goals. You are right. Go hence and reflect." I tried to lighten it but I
was just hanging on. I refused to let him see the depth of my feelings.

He slowly got to his feet and for the first time, there was an awkwardness
between us. What a horrible way to leave it but at least we could each get
on with life as we wanted it. There was a little more talk but he left
without a kiss or hug. No warmth. I was devastated. And so started the
sluttiest time of my life. Men, women, it didn't matter. Will was just my
latest. Luckily it did not involve alcohol, drugs or my work and all the
sex was totally safe sex.

Present Time Work was going great. I had a promotion. I had loosened up and
could have sex whenever I wanted it, men or women but like the night a few
days ago with Will, I felt empty and I knew why. I had come to accept this
fact and would have to learn to live with it. Late one Saturday afternoon
after a great morning on my bike with some friends my intercom rang. Life
is full of surprises

"Dave, it's me. Can I come up? I hope that I am not interrupting anything."

"I'll send them down the back stairs. Come on up, Jack." That was a good
sign I could still joke with him. I threw on a better t shirt, straightened
the place up a bit and prepared to play the perfect host.

"Come on in. It has been a little while." Yes 6 months was a little while,
the master of understatement.

"Too long, Dave."

I ignored his comment and asked if he wanted a beer. I even had a
selection; the perfect host. We chatted and caught up on 6 months of our
individual lives apart. The telephone rang.

"Hi, Will." I paused and listened. "Hold on for a sec."  With my hand over
the telephone, I looked at Jack and asked him if I was busy tonight. He
indicated possibly. "Sorry, Will I am tied up tonight. I'll be in
touch. Talk to you later."

"Is that Will Thompson?" I nodded yes.  "Prime stud."

I ignored the comment. I wasn't going to make this easy for him. "So, I am
busy tonight. What am I doing?"

"Would you go out for supper with me?"

A question and a request not a done deal in his mind. "How about the pub?
Some food and then I can beat your ass at pool."

"Let's go and your on."

After a good supper and a close game of pool in which I did beat his ass,
we sat down for a last beer.

Jack looked at me and seemed to be weighing his options. "Dave, I have
missed this."

"You've missed being beaten at pool. Shit, I can fix that up. Let's set a
weekly schedule."  I smiled at him but in the mind I was thinking, Jack, I
don't know where this is going and I'm not going to make this easy for
you. The jury is out as to how it will end.

"Smart ass. I have missed this kind of evening, with you." I just silently
looked at him and willed the moisture in my eyes to stay where it was. I
cocked my head to the side.

"Your not making this any easier are you?"

"Nope." There was a long pause as we looked at each other. I could sense
that he was almost ready for flight. "OK, Jack, I'll help us both out a
bit; I shall put myself out on the limb. I think that we are still very
sympatico but there may be a fundamental difference between us. You
captured my heart and took it with you 6 months ago. I think that I may be
too much like the women that you described to me on that supper a long time
ago. I've given it a lot of thought and have accepted our difference. Will
is prime stud but he is not you. You have my heart. If that scares the hell
out of you, then flee now."

I stopped and looked at him. I couldn't read his expression. He seemed
speechless. So I continued.  "There, I guess I have made it easier for
you... and me. Maybe that is my last gift to you. By the way you are prime
stud too." I smiled faintly, raised my eyebrows with a little shrug. I
hoped it signalled affection, strength and resignation.

He finally found his words. "I always told you that you were a fucking
bastard. You have messed with my head." He laughed a hearty laugh as he
stared directly into my eyes with concern. "Messed with my head in a good
way. For the last months, I have felt empty and lacking something, maybe we
are not as fundamentally different as you think... or as I thought. Now it
is your chance to run as fast as you can from the crazy man."

"I'm not running! But I am walking and going very slowly in what ever
direction we decide on."

"So, no sex tonight?" He laughed and quickly added. "Keeping it light. Just
joking. I know what you mean. Believe it or not I have reflected. I have
had a lot of thoughtful nights alone." It was great to see that he could be
light about it.

However, I decided to add a little acid. "That was a hell of a long
reflection. Please don't let what happened last time happen again." I
paused and looked directly into his eyes. "It did hurt. A lot!"
Understatement but I did give him a weak smile.

He shrugged with a guilty look. "I am not quite as quick or perceptive
about these things as you are. Where do we start?"

"I think that we have. I'm surprised. I enjoyed tonight."

We made plans for the rest of the week. When we got to the sidewalk, he
leaned into me and kissed me. It was not exactly a chaste kiss. As we
started to leave each other, he got a devilish look on his face and said,
"Oh don't forget to phone Will."

"Yes, I guess I had better. It appears I am going to be quite busy at work
and in my private life as well. I should let him know. He might like to
make other plans. It shouldn't be hard for him. He is prime stud." I winked
at him. He just shook his head in mock disgust. A good start.

I had an extra ticket to a jazz concert. We had supper together one night
at the restaurant where it all had started. Friday night was wonderful with
his friends at the pub. One of his friends quietly looked at me and said
simply that this was the happiest they had seen Jack in months. He added
not to let him go again. My friends greeted him on Saturday with a more
ribald welcome. Jack smiled his biggest smile yet. They accepted him
back. The repartee was fun and raucous.

The next week was similar. We went to a good art film and had a great
discussion on the plot, actors and cinematography. I felt so comfortable
and at ease that I was scared like hell.

The night of the film I asked him about something that I had seen. "I
noticed that you had book with you last week. What were you reading?"

"Nothing very deep, just a British detective novel. Actually it is a series
by Peter Robinson. He lives in Toronto now but all the books are set in
Yorkshire. Not great literature but the Inspector Banks character is
interesting and the crimes are usually well conceived and the detecting is
believable. The series should be read in order and I am about in the
middle. Interesting comments and insights on contemporary British
society. This one is quite interesting. I'll give it to you when I am
finished, with the warning that the characters and their lives progress
through the series. Actually I should give you the previous one. It sets
the scene and characters even better."

"I'd like to try it. I don't remember you being a reader."

"Helps pass the time."

We ended the week with his friends on Saturday on bicycles. This time, I
watched his muscles and ass as he rode. I wanted to reach out and grab his
legs and ass and kiss him. He and I met at my place for supper. I had made
my decision. I had decided the risk was worth it. There was always Will or
a Will if it didn't work out but I wanted to give it a chance. We would
work the details out sooner rather than later.

We had a simple but elegant supper that I had prepared in advance, with an
excellent bottle of wine.

"Are you wining and dining me for ulterior motives?" He asked after supper
and a quick clean up. I turned him to face me and put my hand behind his
head. The kiss was long and built slowly but it did build. We were both
breathless at the end. I took his hand and led him to the couch. Our
contact was slow and deliberate. As we kissed with tongues probing and then
teeth biting lips gently, I unbuttoned his shirt and slowly ran my hand
over his chest and nipples. I ruffled his chest hair, I pulled it gently
and of course I slowly worked his nipples. At one point, I breathlessly
told him that the answer to his question was yes. He looked at me with a
question in his face.

"I have ulterior motives."

He stopped me, stood up and pulled me up. We kissed and he took my hand and
led me to the bedroom. Still standing he undressed me and then he stood
back and undressed himself very slowly while looking at me up and down as
if he were remembering something from the past. I slowly turned around so
that he could see all of me. The smile on his face brightened the entire
room. He was already leaking and he looked wonderful. As we lay on the bed,
the next few minutes were again slow and gentle. We were both so aroused
that almost any touch, anywhere was electric. We licked and sucked each
other over our entire bodies. His tongue circling my hole almost sent me
over the top. I got up and came back with a condom and lube. We both knew
that we both had a history in the time apart. He sat up and took the condom
from me. He opened it, licked the head of my cock and rolled it on me. I
looked at him with surprise. We had never done it this way before.

"Dave, we are starting again. It is going to be different. I desperately
want you to take me." My eyes misted as I kissed him.

"Your choice of position."

As he lay on his back on the bed, raising his knees off the bed, he
said. "I want to see your face and kiss you as you enter me. This is
important to me, Dave. You will be my first."

"Jack you were my first, months ago." With a smile, I told him that I would
make certain that he would never forget it. It was a promise not a
threat. I climbed between his legs and my lubed fingers began to open him
up. In the process, I massaged his prostate and he experienced one of a
man's best kept secrets. When I judged him ready. I put my well lubed cock
at his entrance.

"I'll only go in a bit so you can become used to me. You let me know when
to continue." We kissed as I gently probed him for a minute and then gently
went passed the first ring. I told him to relax and to try to not
clench. His smile was almost a grimace while he said that I was goddamn
big.  I accepted the compliment with good grace and a kiss. He was
breathing deeply. He finally put his hands on my ass and slowly pulled me
in centimetre by centimetre. I paused when I felt my balls touch him.

After a few minutes of kissing, he hissed, "To be crude, Dave, fuck me!" I
did slowly and gently at first. It was electric as I changed length of
stroke and speed. "Dave, I now know what I have been missing." Somehow, I
pulled almost all the way out leaned over and for a short time sucked the
tip of his dripping cock. He shuddered and yelled with pleasure. I
increased the tempo and he lightly used his hand on himself. Several
minutes later he cried out and his muscles clenched as semen arched out of
his cock. He swore loudly as he shot many shots of semen. His muscle spasms
set me off and I started with shots of electricity through my entire body
as I shot pulse after pulse of semen into him. I gather I was even louder
than he. The kiss as I finished somehow seemed to seal a deal between us. I
thought so until I saw the tears in Jack's eyes.

"Jack, did I hurt you? Are you OK?"

"Believe it or not I too can be sensitive and caring. They are tear of
happiness and recognition of what I have missed these last months. And I
don't mean it in the physical sense!!! Thank you Dave, I will always
remember tonight."

I kissed his eyes and then his lips again and again. Please make this all
reality and not some dream, flashed through my mind.

Jack broke the spell in a good way. He looked at me as I lay there with my
cock still standing in the air with the semen bulging condom on. He looked
at me with a mischievous grin as he looked at the condom, "You must have
been saving that up for months."

I swatted him. "Don't be too cocksure of yourself!"

"Good play on words, my fine lover." he got up and pulled me up. We had a
shower together and cleaned each other up. We had never done that
before. We both had partial erections when we went back to bed.

"Let's sleep now and I have a condom for you to wear whenever we wake up,"
I informed Jack. We kissed good night. We woke early and Jack was as tender
and slow as I had been with him. We were just as loud. I was just as messy
and his condom was even fuller than mine.

Breakfast was interesting. It was almost a business negotiation except we
were naked and when we touched each other we got semi stiff.

"Jack, we don't have to do everything together. Please don't let me make
you feel boxed in."

"OK." He paused. "Where do you stand on monogamy?" He asked hesitantly.

"Is this a deal maker or breaker?"

"I have to know your feelings."

"I assume we are both going to be tested. To be honest, I prefer to keep
sex to just you and me but if one of us strays, then it has to be really
safe sex. No spur of the moment, crap excuses. No exchange of bodily fluids
at all. If there is, we have to let the other know."

"You are wise beyond your years." He got a swat for that. "Agreed. We are
on the same wavelength E.T. I just want sex between us. What about living
arrangements?"

"For now and for the foreseeable future, you have your apartment; I have
mine." That was said with some determination. "You can keep some supplies
and clothes here if you want."

"Wow, you are tough and decisive. Oh, right you are a lawyer." He got
another swat. This time on the bare ass. Unfortunately he enjoyed it and
got a semi erection. "Do you love me?"

"What is love, smart ass? I think that is a loaded question at this
point. Let's fill in the blanks as we go along."

"I am seeing a new and different side to Dave Vincent."

"I hope so! I made mistakes last time. Last item for today. I promise to
try and raise issues as they arise no matter how difficult it may be."

"Thanks Dave. That is so considerate and courageous. You raised an issue
last time and I walked out for 6 months."

"No, let's get this straight. There were unspoken assumptions on both our
parts. Maybe we were different people then and we have grown. There was
hurt but no blame. Time will tell if we have changed."

"I have one complaint right now. There has not been enough sex this
weekend."

This time I fondled his ass and then sat down in the kitchen and sucked him
until it felt as if I had a piece of hardwood in my mouth. When he came a
few minutes later, I asked if that was better. He said no and he made me
change positions. I exploded with a yell a few minutes later and he said
that it was much better now but he would need more later. In fact, we
stayed naked the entire day.

The weeks passed quickly with a certain rhythm. As autumn progressed, the
bicycles were out less and we started to talk about hockey and
skating. There were concerts and theatre. Jack developed a poker group for
his office workers only and I had meetings that often lasted too long into
the evenings. I had some classical concerts that I went to with friends. We
ended up spending many nights alone. It was Jack who cracked first.

One morning in early November over coffee, he said, "This is a stupid
waste." I thought that he was reading the newspaper.

"What?" I asked automatically.

"Each having an apartment is a waste." That got my attention. "We do enough
apart, I miss not having you beside me when I wake up."

"You just want me there so you can have sex at night or the next
morning. You horny bugger."

"Well there is that. I am horny and I do like buggery. You did swear me to
eternal monogamy." I had just taken a mouthful of coffee and it ended up
everywhere but in my mouth as I laughed hard. Jack was always full of
surprises. "Seriously, Dave one of us could rent our condo and we could
split the rent and save a bundle. More importantly, I actually like being
with you." That stopped me dead.

"That is the nicest, let's move in together invitation, that I have ever
heard. Humour, economics and so romantic." Again we both chuckled. "Let's
sleep on it?"

"Did you say let's go back to bed?" We did.

We both reflected on it and by December we were getting ready to celebrate
Christmas in our place. His had been smaller and mine was bigger and a
little more upscale; so our place was my old place with some new furniture.

We had the two staffs over at the same time for a Christmas party which
turned out to be fun but a cause of trouble. The party seemed to be a big
success with lots of mixing and fun. Two days after the party Jack came
home upset. It turned out that one of the members of staff had put one
bedroom, one study and two men together into an unacceptable package. He
turned out to be the closet homophobe. He had confronted Jack in the staff
room in front of several people. I am sure that people from my staff had
arrived at the same conclusion but there were several gays in the office
and there was an acceptance by all. There was also a definite, firm policy
in place against any discrimination.

We had a council of war over supper. He was not a member of Jack's
immediate staff. He was a junior member of the company. Several of Jack's
people had privately told Jack that the guy was a bully and they were
appalled at the incident. Jack's boss had promised him that he would have a
very strong word with the the guy. We outlined a series of actions and
responses that Jack could take assuming that guy was a bully. We ended by
deciding that Jack was bigger than him and that I was a lawyer and would
sue his pants off. The council ended in laughter and love making. I wish
all my meetings could end so wonderfully. In the end, it died a natural
death.

We decided that, this year, I would go by myself to my parents for
Christmas. I let my parents know that I had a roommate. I didn't fill them
in on the sleeping arrangements; it didn't seem quite the right time for
Jack and I to do that. I must have talked quite a bit about Jack because
they wanted to meet this roommate.

We had a great New Years celebration again at our place with a mixture of
our two groups of friends. There were same sex couples, hetero couples and
singles and a smashing party. I would never have dreamed only a few months
earlier that I would be kissing Jack in our place, on New Years Eve,
surrounded by friends.

January passed in a flash with skating, makeup hockey, concerts and some
films. I organized a poker night with a mixture of both our friends. It was
raucous and fun. They did not miss the one bedroom, one study and two men
scenario. It got quite raunchy. I had never seen Jack blush before. I told
him he was so cute. My butt could still feel the sting the next day.

We were having a hockey skirmish in February. I don't really remember how
it happened. One minute I was skating towards the guy with the puck. The
next moment I was down on the ice waking up with Jack over me looking
panicked, until he saw my eyes open. There was a lot of blood. All
mine. The ambulance took me to the hospital and he followed in the
car. Later, I heard voices from the front desk.

"Yes, Dave Vincent. He was brought in by ambulance a while ago. No, I am
not a relative. We live together. Look, here is my address on my driver's
licence; it is the same as his. OK... we are common law partners. I want to
see him, now!" I finally got the attention of one of the ER nurses and told
her the situation and that I wanted my partner with me.

"What are you grinning about?" Jack asked as he approached me. "Are you
OK?"

"Glad to see my common law partner has finally been let into the ER." I
gave him my warmest smile.

"I had to say something! I wanted to see you. I was worried." I held out my
hand and he took it. I had a bad concussion and fairly deep skate blade cut
on my head, hence all the blood. I had lots of stitches and I was sore but
I would heal.

Again Jack took the initiative. A week later over coffee, he said, "Dave,
you are a lawyer. I didn't like the position I was in at the hospital. I
had no legal right to see you, to help you. Can you make that right?"

I explained the various powers of attorney available under Ontario law. "Do
you really want to make all that legal."

"I want to protect us. I can revoke them when you throw me over for some
stud, can't I?" I nodded yes as we both laughed. "I also want to make a
will."

On the night after we had signed all the papers, mine and his, I sat down
with Jack in our living room.

"Jack, many months ago you asked me a question, 'Was I in love with you'. I
accused you of being a smart ass. Can I be a little soppy tonight? Will you
indulge me?" He nodded yes. "Love is caring for someone beside
yourself. You want what is good for them as well as yourself. Love is
sharing things that you both enjoy. Love is letting the other be themselves
and letting them make decisions that affect you. Love is letting the other
grow strong and confident. Love is letting someone go when you know they
are hurting because of you. Love is having the courage to come back when
you have discovered new things about yourself. Love is outing yourself in a
hospital so you can be with someone you care for. Love is signing papers
that bind you closer to a person and makes you and them more
dependent. Love can be about passionate things or just every day simple
things. Love is sharing your body with someone and by giving them
pleasure. Jack, I love you."

There were tears in both our eyes. Jack made the first move. The kiss
started gently and built with passion. We stood and walked to the
bedroom. We undressed each other. We stood apart and looked at each
other. Auburn hair, hazel eyes that bored into mine, lovely full shoulders
and chest, just enough hair on the chest to say male, a narrowing treasure
trail that led done to a beautiful cock and hanging balls, beautiful hairy
legs that said man and power. And a wonderful ass! We touched each others
bodies lightly almost as if this was the first time that we had seen each
other. It was erotic beyond belief.

"I want to be really clean. Let's take a shower together." Jack said as he
led me to the bathroom. We cleaned each other thoroughly for all
eventualities.

Our love making knew no bounds that night, except to give and receive love
and pleasure. He cleaned my body again with his tongue. His tongue circled
my hole and he pushed it in as far as he could. I could do nothing but move
my body in rhythm to his tongue and moan. I licked and sucked his balls
until he almost came. I love the hair on his thighs and it was licked and
pulled. He squirmed. Our foreplay lasted a long time. At one point, we were
kneeling facing each other as our hands roamed again over chest, nipples
and small delicate circling of the head of our cocks.

"So," Jack asked with tenderness, "Top or bottom?"

"Both. You start in me and you stop in time so that I can be in you.. Who
ever comes first lets the other finish in them right after."

"Yes, Director! A wonderful scenario."

As usual we kissed as he entered me slowly. I cried out as he increased his
speed in and out and as he passed over my prostate. I manged to get my
hands down between us so that I was lightly fingering his balls and
cock. He finally asked me to stop because he was going to come. He came out
and I was poised over him. Our engorged cocks touched each other as I
stared into his eyes. Even that was erotic. He smiled willing me to enter
him. He was tight and hot. I breathed heavily as the feeling was so
exquisite as I plunged in and out for what seemed a long time. His hands
roamed my ass and he managed somehow to get a finger inside me. I warned
him. He didn't listen. I came with a roar and crying out in passion. I
thought that it would never end.

"Your turn." I said.

"No I shall wait until you recuperate. Hold me tight and just use your hand
and fingers to keep me hard." I tried to urge him on. He just gently put
his hand over my mouth with a wonderful smile on his face. 15 minutes later
I was hard and he was in me. He too came with a roar as he changed his
rhythm and filled me.

We lay there looking at each other deciding that we did not want to clean
up and that another round was coming. Jack said that it would be a shame to
not use all that, all natural lube. Cost effective, I had added. I got swat
on the ass. We drifted off to sleep and I woke to find Jack on his side
staring at me, hard and ready to go.  He turned me over and had me on my
hands and knees. I could feel him at my entry.

"Dave, please look at me." As we were looking at each other, he entered
me. As he was entering me, he looked at me and said, "Dave Vincent I love
you." This time he was less gentle. There was less restrained passion. I
figured out why he wanted to take me from behind. He not only fucked me
hard and fast but his hands pinched my nipples and worked my cock. We came
at almost the same time. It was a typical second cum: sensitive, painful
and so damn exquisite that I yelled out completely enraptured. He managed
to capture some of my semen and he fed it to me and himself.


Jack never ceases to amaze me. It was the next morning over coffee before
going to work. "By the way you knew the answer to my question about loving
me almost a year ago, didn't you?"

"Yes but it turns out I wisely kept it to myself until the right time."

"Yesterday, was that our honeymoon?" I gave him what is this about
look. "Professions of love. The most incredible sex that I have ever had. A
true bonding. You know Dave, we are now officially partners, in law and I
know emotionally." I guess my jaw dropped open and my mouth moved but no
words came out. He pointed at me and started to laugh. "I can still
surprise you, that is a good thing. Are you going to run as fast you can?"

"Only if I am chasing you. Come here partner. You are something special. I
am a lucky man. I have had an idea. Let's plan a trip this spring and make
it a real honeymoon. Not that this one wasn't great!" I kissed him. It
turned into more than a kiss.  When we were finished, we had no clothes on
and there was splatter over us and everywhere on the kitchen table. We
needed another shower. We were both late for work. Honeymoons can be
disconcerting; I spent the day in a wonderful daze.

February passed and I recovered from my brush with the skates but it was a
great story that I dined out on a lot. It was a Saturday in mid March, the
day of my birthday. Jack had invited me out for supper and I was looking
forward to it. We spent a lazy day and in the early afternoon the intercom
rang. It was my mother and father. Quick clean up of the apartment. The
study door was closed and the bedroom hastily put together.

"Happy Birthday. I know that we are barging in but I just wanted to see
you, see your apartment and meet the mysterious Jack." Mom was excited and
Dad nodded agreement. "Please don't change your schedule."

"Come on in Mom and Dad." I paused. "Jack meet my parent, Shirley and
Matt."

"Can I get you something to drink, tea, coffee, something stronger after
the long drive?" Jack asked in his best host manner. He got what was
requested: coffee for both and a scotch for Dad.

"Let's see your head. Oh, you can't even see the scar," Mom commented.

"But there are the scars left on me." Jack added with a smirk on his
face. I wasn't sure what was coming. "Oh, Jack I am feeling queasy could
you get me a little water? Oh, Jack my headache has come back, could you
get me ibuprofen? Bandage needs changing, could you help?" He went on and
he had us in stitches as "my requests" got more and more outlandish.

"Just like his father." Mom said. Dad just rolled his eyes and nodded.

At one point. Jack looked at me and mouthed supper? I gave him a thankful
smile and nodded yes.

"Shirley and Matt, I would be really pleased and so would Dave, if you
would join us for supper. I'll make reservations in a few minutes."

Dad protested as did Mom. Jack was his charming best and would not take
no. We had some munchies and Mom came into the kitchen to help. I could
hear Dad and Jack into hockey. Who was going to make the playoffs for the
Stanley Cup, etc, etc. How Canadian, eh? We had a great afternoon. Jack
phoned or least we thought he did and we all freshened up. "Bathroom down
the hall. Last door on the left." Jack and I used the master bedroom
facilities.  I told him he was wonderful and that I would pay him back
later; the kiss was a down payment.

We drove to a restaurant that I didn't know. It had dining and dancing. I
didn't think too much about it as I was enjoying talking to Mom and Dad. It
was a surprise, about 6 couples of our best friends. Mom and Dad were as
blown away as I was. There was fun, laughter and lots of age jokes. We all
had a little to drink; an understatement again. I checked with Jack and
then went to my father.

"Dad I saw you looking at your watch. Please stay the night at the
apartment?"

"We don't want to bother you."

"Dad you are 3 hours away from home. There is a bed for you. It is no
bother."

"Oh, the couch in the study makes into a bed?" Dad smiled and cocked his
head with a question in his eyes. There was a faint got you in his easy
smile.

"You figured it out. You are not as dumb as I thought. Christmas, for
personal reasons, was not the time to tell you and the winter flew by with
the little mishap. Sorry, Dad."

"You know son, this was the perfect time. We have met your wonderful
friends. Jack is a very special person. If it hadn't been for the study,
one bedroom with the king size bed and two big men in the apartment. I
think I might have guessed by the wonderful way you treat each other and
look at each other. Go, I have watched him and he badly wants to dance with
you."

My eyes almost popped out of my head with surprise. Luckily good sense was
still there. "Mom?"

"I'm not sure; we have not talked."

I left Dad and went to Mom who was talking to Anne, the wife one of my best
friends. "Sorry, girls. Mom can I talk for a minute." We moved over a
bit. "Dad's agreed to stay the night at our place tonight. No it is not
putting us out. This may be a surprise but I have ...." Mom held up her
hand to stop me.

"No surprise. I love him and I know that we won't be putting him or you out
of your usual bed. We'll talk later. Go, he wants to dance. Surprise
him. He has gone to a lot work for you. You are very special to him."

I was almost speechless. I wished that everyone in my position could be so
lucky. "That is exactly what Dad said." I finally stammered.

I went over to Jack. "Come on, let's dance!" I grabbed him and laughed at
the deer caught in the headlights look. He stammered something about your
parents. I had his hand, I shrugged and dragged him to the floor. It was
even a slow dance. I felt him relax as I whispered that they knew.

The highlight of the evening was a few minutes later. Jack corralled
everyone over to a table. He made sure everyone had a glass. "Great
evening. It was great to have you all but the bonus is sitting over
there. Shirley and Matt, you have made this really special for us. Partner,
this is my way of saying thanks. This time last year I was floundering. You
took me back and taught me things about myself that I had only vaguely
seen. You have taught me about love and respect by giving it to me. You
have brought joy to my life. Here is to you. Happy Birthday and many more
with you."

There was nothing to say. I wouldn't have been able to say anything
anyway. I got up and I kissed him. It was a kiss of love and commitment and
it was not chaste. I think Mom and Dad had the biggest smiles of anyone. I
saw Dad surreptitiously wipe a speck of dirt from his eye. It was Dad who
got up and came over and gave me a hug and whispered that I was like him, a
lucky man. Then he went over to Jack. He looked at him then enfolded him in
the same hug as he gave me. We all heard him say, "Son, well done. Make
each other joyful."

 Jack still has regrets about his parents. After hearing about Jack's
father's views on gays (fucking queers), abortion (every women who does
that should be treated like killers are in the U.S., he actually got two
issues there). Dad told Jack to try and keep up with his mother. It sounded
as if his father was a bully and calls at the right time of day when his
father would be absent, might help his mother. It turned out that Dad was
correct but that is another story. Mom and Dad made it very clear that they
now had another son. We took our "honeymoon" to Europe and had adventures
that could fill volumes.

Not everyone is as lucky as us. What often surprised me was that I had no
qualms about my sexual orientation. It never really mattered. I had
experienced both and really the difference was Jack. He was my soul mate;
he really did take my heart.