Date: Tue, 10 Dec 2002 21:27:00 EST
From: SCASS3254@aol.com
Subject: A year of love

				A Year of love
				scass3254@aol.com


	Tom Chandler looked at the Venetian chandelier as the prisms of
glass sent shower of light into the room. The orchestra played what Tom
called quiet music. Somehow he felt alone and lonely in this crowded space
as his wife glided by smoothly on the arm of the tennis pro that Tom
suspected she was having an affair with. He moved around the crowded room
listening to the idle chatter; mostly gossip he assumed as what else did
these people have to talk about. He suspected that they were as bored as he
was. The room was resplendent with its plush velvet drapes, beautiful
floral arrangements; highly polished parquet floors and expensive
furnishings.

	He wondered what this party was for? Since whales were out of
fashion, was it to save some poor unfortunate Indians in the mountains of
the Andes that his wife now championed? He smiled and looked at the
paintings on the wall and stared at the portrait of his wife's great
grandfather, John Henry the patriarch of the family. John Henry made his
fortune in slave trading and was responsible for all of this grandeur and
the life style that Tom had now grown accustomed to and resented for
somehow it had taken away his manhood. A waiter came by and Tom took a
glass of champagne from the silver tray and sipped it.  Too much liquor had
already dulled his senses as he wondered how he could extricate himself
from his own party without anybody missing the host.

	His wife bristled at his ennui or indifference in her best high
school French. This indifference was becoming more apparent with each
passing day, but then again she was caught up in her life of women's
luncheons, charities and a torrid love affair. Their life together was one
of convenience, a facade but they both played their parts well.  Not that
he minded. Somehow he had become accustomed to this lifestyle and enjoyed
what her money bought. He loved the fast cars, the racing stable and the
whirlwind European trips so he put up with her, her boring friends and
family knowing that he hadn't practiced law since their marriage
twenty-five years ago.

	Tom Chandler was now fifty-three and with his bronze tan and strong
features was a handsome man. His hair was now graying at the temples. With
slate gray eyes, an air of mystery surrounded him. He was tall and over the
years had added weight which was cleverly concealed by expert tailoring. He
knew he was drinking too much but then again liquor, dulled the entrapped
feelings that he felt.

	"Penny for your thoughts?" A voice behind him said and Tom turned
to face a stranger that he had not seen before. "You look as lost here as I
do. Don't you hate these parties with all these stuffy people who pretend
to like you and kiss the air and are all full of shit?"

	Howard Asher was handsome. Not in the model sense but he wore his
age well. He had this infectious smile that radiated warmth that showed his
dimples and a mouthful of perfect teeth.  He appeared to be about
forty-eight with fine features. His soft blue eyes sparkled and he behaved
like the man who might have had as many drinks as Tom.

	"Not having a good time?" Tom asked. "The host won't be happy to
hear that. He wants all his guests to be as happy as he is." Tom was
intrigued by this outspoken man who looked as bored as he was.

	"I'm sure that he is as boring as the rest of this crowd. Probably
some lecherous old man who has his way with the help while the wife diddles
with the man she has danced with all evening. All you have to do is look
around you and you know that he is probably an old fart who belongs to that
self-righteous country club where all they talk about is the South and its
past glories and drink mint juleps."

	Tom tried to keep his annoyance in check. People had probably said
that about him but never put so eloquently. "If you hate being here, why
stay? I would think that if one was as bored as you claim, I would haul my
ass out of here and be in bed and hopefully not with the host's wife."

	Howard laughed and Tom looked at his trim, muscular body.

	"I would leave but my ride is still dancing with some pompous judge
who regales her with the most awful stories and she'is a lady who laughs at
his insipid humor.

	"That would be Ambrose." Tom eyes twinkled and he broke out
laughing. "Somehow women find him charming now that he's inherited twenty
million dollars."

	"It would take more then that for me to find him amusing and
interesting."

	"There you are?" Helen Roper said breathlessly. "I see that you
finally met your host. Tom, as always, another wonderful party."

	"Glad that you could make it." He kissed her on both cheeks.

	"You've met Howard?"

	"I certainly have. We've been making idle chatter about the
guests."

	"Watch him. He has a sharp tongue and I'm sure that his mouth has
already gotten him in trouble."

	"Not yet."

	She kissed Howard on the cheek. "Be a good boy. I live here and
don't want my reputation besmirched so button the lip while I say goodbye
to a few people and then we'll be off."

	"I promise" Howard said. "Am I forgiven?

	"For what? For speaking your mind and telling the truth. "I
appreciate honesty. I find it refreshing and not the full of shit that you
hear around here. What brings you to this part of the world?"

	He shook Tom's hand. It was masculine and strong and he held it. "
As I was saying, the host is one terrific guy with a wonderful sense of
himself and throws the grandest parties."

	Tom roared with laughter, something he hadn't done in a while.
"You're as full of shit as the rest of us but you won't admit it. Educated
to where you think of yourself as superior but poor enough to resent those
that have it. Can be a dangerous combination and if you lived here a
century ago, you would have gotten yourself killed in a duel by some
gentleman who took umbrage at your scholarly ways and sharp tongue. If
you're with Helen, then you teach at the college."

	"You're not a gypsy fortune teller, are you?  You've just described
my whole life. I'm impressed. Yes, I'm teaching at the college for a year
as a guest lecturer. It seems that they are trying to make Chilton, a world
class school and hiring people whom they think will get them there."

	"Are you one of those world class scholars or are your credentials
as full of shit as the man?"

	"Touche I deserved that."

	"Yes you did.  Would you have lunch with me?"

	Howard looked at the man that he had just insulted him. He was
handsome man with the devil in his dark eyes. There was a mystery about him
that Howard wanted to know more about. Behind those large luminous eyes
were intrigue, humor, sarcasm and yearning. "Are you sure you want to have
lunch with me? As Helen said, I do have a big mouth and a muzzle won't
help."

  	"I've been known to cut a few with my sharp tongue. I'm sure that I
can hold my own with you if you accept. We can go to the club. Yes, it
caters to all the people you don't like but it does have the best food in
town."

	"I'd love to go."

	"What about tomorrow if you're free?"

 	"I'm free."

	"Say one PM then.  I can pick you up. Where are you staying?"

	"I have a small house in town." He gave Tom the address.

	"Then one it is."

	"You, intrigue me," Howard said.

	"Intrigue. Now that sounds mysterious. I've never heard that said
about me."

	"You do. I have this feeling that beneath this facade that you
present to the world." He hesitated and Tom watched his full lips and
unlined face. There was mischief in his eyes. "I want to know all about
you." His eyes bore into Tom and Tom through his liquor haze finally got
the message. Howard Asher was coming on to him.

	He smiled meekly. "You might not like what you find out and then
you'll be disappointed and that will be the start and end of a beautiful
friendship."

	Howard put his hand on Tom's shoulder. He squeezed it.

	"Let me be the judge of that. Here comes my chariot and now when
the party is finally livening up, I have to leave. It's been a pleasure Tom
Chandler."

	Tom looked at Howard.

	"The pleasure has been all mine even though you might find out I'm
as boring and not up to your intellectual standards."

	Howard whispered in Tom's ear and smelled Howard's masculine
cologne.

	"I'll let you know after our lunch."

	That night Tom sat in an old wing chair facing the window looking
at the mountains beyond. A breeze stirred the poplars that lined the
countryside and he thought of what Howard had whispered in his ear.

	"I think under that facade is one hot man waiting to be
released."

	Was he that obvious? Tom had tried to conceal his gayness and the
only times that he played around was when he went out of town. Tom was many
things but not a fool. He was as gay as many of the men in this room but he
liked being rich and would do nothing to jeopardize his position in
life. So he found young hustlers for one night stands. The anonymity
displeased him but it served its purpose. Now this Howard Asher comes
barging into his life and somehow Tom knew that he was threading in
dangerous waters but the thrill of the adventure and how it would turn out
intrigued him. Soon he would find out.

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	"You know I could learn to like these mint juleps," Howard said
after his second one. They have given me a new outlook on life and this
lifestyle is not so bad after all. That's some car that you drive. I think
that I could learn to like it."

	"Are you being facetious? And is that another one of your
sarcasms?"

	"No, just being honest." He shrugged. He was wearing a pale blue
cashmere sweater that made his eyes luminous. "You're a strange man Tom."

	Tom smiled and had enjoyed his lunch with Howard. He was bright and
funny.

	"You know me all of one day and you think that I'm strange. I'm a
lot of things but strange isn't one that fits into my persona."

	"That's because you have kept it and your emotions in check. Why
are you here? Why did you ask me to come to lunch?" They were sitting on
the terrace overlooking the mountains with flowers in bloom and terraced
greens. He looked at Tom who bit his bottom lip.

	"Interesting question and one that I wrestled with last night. Why
did I come? I suspect to find out if you were hitting on me and why. I also
examined my own motives and I must say," he rubbed the bridge of his
aquiline nose. "That I find myself attracted to you like no man that I have
ever felt emotionally about. Am I that obvious?"

	"Not at all. In fact I was hoping that we would be having this
conversation and not the usual byplay. Truth is that I want to get you into
the sack since the second that I laid eyes upon you. Am I being too bold?"

	"Let's say that you just took my breath away. My usual modus
operandi is to pick up hustlers for a quickie."

	"Then I apologize since I'm not your type."

	"Who said that? I find you extremely attractive and am drawn to you
aside from your intellectual snobbery. I want to know all about you. Is my
position clear?"

	"Very. What do you say we go to my house and get to know each other
better."

	"I'd like that."

	They drove to Howard's small home on the campus and went into a
tastefully appointed house. Howard closed the door and pulled Tom toward
him and into his arms. He held him tightly and smelled the freshness of his
hair and the scent of his cologne. He kissed him hotly on the lips and felt
Tom's lips part and Howard's tongue was inside of his mouth tasting mint
and crab cakes. They kissed with a hunger, both anxious to know the other
as their hands tore at each other's clothes until they were both in their
shorts. The bulge in Tom's pants showed a wet spot where he was leaking pre
cum and Howard put his hand on the hard meat that was straining to burst
through Tom's shorts. It looked massive and Howard wanted to taste the
cream that would pop like champagne from a bottle. He took him by the hand
and led him into a large bedroom with a fireplace. The room was feminine
with a canopied bed and chintz armchairs. He led Tom to the bed and sat him
down and took off his shoes, socks and then slowly took off his briefs to
expose a large, thick throbbing cock. Clear liquid dripped from the swollen
plum colored head and with his finger, Tom gently took the precum into his
finger and into his mouth. It was sweet tasting and he wanted to devour
this meat into his mouth.

	Tom was anxious, yet driven by lust as Howard was beside him
holding him closely. They kissed now not with an urgency but as two men who
were about to discover each other. Howard's hands roamed Tom's fleshy chest
as he kissed his lips. His tongue glided lightly across Tom's mouth with
softness. Tom's mouth parted and Howard's tongue carefully entered his
juicy parted lips. There was sensuality to his kisses as he tongue slid
into Tom's mouth and their tongues touched. A slight gasp emanated from Tom
as they kissed, their bodies clinging together. Howard's hands were strong
as he caressed Tom's nipples; playing with them and feeling them grow as he
touched one and then the other. His thumb and forefinger gently massaged
the large nipple and felt Tom move as he began to writhe as his nipples
were played with. Howard's mouth quickly suckled the awaiting mounds and
his tongue licked at the aureole making circles until his tongue took the
nipple into his mouth. Howard began to suck on one nipple as his fingers
played with the other one. Tom cried out as his nipple began to harden and
Howard moved down his body kissing the smooth flesh that smelled of
soap. His face nestled in the soft hairs of Tom's pubic hairs as he moved
down and saw the beautiful piece of meat that awaited him. It was large and
thick with a vein that ran the length of it. Howard's had cupped Tom's
balls with his hand and put his tongue on the head of his cock. He flicked
at it like a snake searching the night air, his tongue wet on the velvet
head as it moved around it until it was slick with saliva.

	Tom caressed Howard's hair softly and called out Howard's name as
Howard's mouth encircled Tom's cock and began to suck. He did it with
slowness as he moved from the head to the bottom of the shaft taking Tom's
organ into his mouth. Tom began to sweat as Howard moved a little quicker
concentrating on the head as he licked the pre cum that had formed a pearl
at the slit of his cock. He felt Tom shivered with excitement as Howard
made love to his organ. There was enjoyment and love as he caressed and
fondled Tom's organ. He lifted Tom's legs and his tongue licked at his
balls until they were slick with his saliva. Tom's moaning only spurred
Howard's excitement and his tongue snaked its way to the perineum. Tom
jerked as Howard's mouth and tongue make contact and he lifted off the bed
as Howard sucked gently and licked like a cat at a milk bowl. Howard could
see the crevice of Tom's ass and he smelled the muskiness of his
manhood. With his legs in the air, Howard pulled Tom toward him and licked
at his rosebud. It tasted sweet and he wanted his head inside of Tom,
wanted him to know what it was like as he licked and sucked away.

	"Oh my God, don't stop," Tom cried out as his ass was being
eaten. Saliva ran down Howard's mouth as he savored the sweetness of Tom's
ass. He wet his finger and gently inserted it into Tom's ass and when he
offered no resistance, applied pressure until he felt it slide inside of
Tom. Howard once again began to suck Tom's cock as he moved his finger
inside of Tom's ass. His other hand squeezed Tom's round buns
gently. Covered in sweat, Tom danced on Howard's finger as it moved quicker
and quicker inside of him.

	"Please fuck me," he cried out. I want to feel your prick inside of
me. I want to know the joy of being loved by a man. I want to know your
love Howard."

	Howard was crazy with lust and knew that he wanted to take this man
that he wanted from the moment that he saw him. He fondled his buns and
kissed each one. He reached for lubricant from a night table and condom and
quickly put the rubber on and greased it. He put KY into Tom's ass and then
kissed him on the lips.
	"Are you sure?" Have you been fucked before?"

	Tom shook his head. "I want you inside of me. Make love to me."

	Howard sucked Tom's cock and lifted his legs and rested his cock on
Tom's ass. Tom's legs rested on Howard's shoulders as his dick pressed
against his hole. Tom's eyes were closed and perspiration lined his upper
lip as Howard's dick pressed harder against his asshole and the head slid
in. Tom groaned and Howard didn't move letting Tom let the spasm of pain
pass. Slowly, he moved inside of Tom as he inched his way into him. The
warmth and wetness of his tight ass was wonderful.

	"Are you all right?" Howard asked with concern.

	"Don't stop. I want you fully inside of me."

	Howard moved a little quicker and watched as Tom's eyes opened and
he moved to Howard's rhythm.

	"Oh, oh, it feels wonderful."

	Howard was fully inside of Tom and gripped his fleshy hips and
began to move faster and felt Tom throw his hips and ass into Howard to
take his thrusts. Howard was alive inside Tom and knew this is where he
belonged.

	Tom began to stroke his dick as Howard fucked him and Howard knew
that the pressure of his cock sliding against Tom's sphincter was going to
make them both cum.

	"Oh, Howard," I'm going to cum Tom shouted out as he gripped his
swollen shaft as Howard pumped away. "Oh, sweet mother," Tom cried out and
unleashed a load that hit Howard on the chest. Howard moved quicker inside
of Tom and felt himself ready to cum and cried out as he came inside of
Tom. They didn't move and Howard slowly pulled out of Tom and with his
fingers smeared Tom's cream over his chest then licked his fingers. He
kissed Tom on the lips and led him into the shower. The washed each other
and kissed under the warm water and they both knew that this would be a
year of love.