Date: Mon, 06 Aug 2001 20:24:31 -0400
From: Jeff Allen <jeff_allen15@hotmail.com>
Subject: When-love-comes-3

This is a fictional story dealing with love and consensual sexual
activities between males.  If you are not of legal age, reside in an area
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Thanks to everyone who has written to say that they've enjoyed the story.
I hope you enjoy this part as well.

                        *******

WHEN LOVES COMES - PART 3


     The next morning I woke up before Matt.  He was lying on his right
side facing me.  I watched him for a while.  I was having some trouble
dealing with what we had done the night before.  It had been the most
wonderful sexual experience of my life, but the fact remained that he was a
student in my class.  I quietly slipped out of the bed resolved that he and
I would have a heart to heart talk at breakfast.
     I grabbed a pair of shorts out of the dresser drawer, relieved myself
in the bathroom, and went into the kitchen to start the coffee.
     I was just beginning to drink my first cup of coffee when I heard the
toilet flush.  Matt came into the kitchen.  He had retrieved his sweat
pants from the floor in the living room.  They hung low on his hips and
didn't do much to cover the remains of his morning erection.

     "Morning, Doc," he yawned as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

     "Matt, we have to talk about last night."

     He set the coffee mug down on the counter top and turned to face me.
"What about last night?" he asked in a shaky voice.

     "I enjoy having you here, Matt.  What happened last night was really
incredible, but I'm your teacher, and that creates a problem."

     His face lost all expression.  "I see."

     We looked at each other for a moment, and then he moved away from the
counter toward to door into the living room.

     "It's been a great week for me, Doc.  Thanks.  I'll just get my stuff
and go back to the dorm."

     He went into the bedroom/office where he had his bag and began putting
his clothes and shaving kit into his bag.

     I followed him into the room, and said, "Matt, you don't have to leave
right now."

     I put my hand on his shoulder, but he moved away and said, "No, I do
need to leave now.  Please let me go."

     He dropped his eyes and went back to packing his things.  I just stood
there.  I didn't know what to do.  I'd obviously handled the whole
situation very badly and had ended up hurting his feelings.  And what was
worse was that my own feelings were running every which way.  I wanted to
take him in my arms and tell him not to go.  On the other hand, he was a
student in my class.  In the end I just stood there as he packed his
clothes pulled on some jeans, shoes and a sweat shirt and walked out of the
apartment.

     He turned around just as he was going out of the door and said, "
Thanks again, Doc.  It really was a good week.  I'll see you in class
tomorrow."

     And then he was gone.

                        *******

     I spent most of the day in a deep funk replaying the scene over and
over in my mind.  A couple of times I moved to the phone to call him, but I
stopped before dialing.  The apartment seemed empty, and I couldn't
concentrate on anything.  At dinner time, I opened another bottle of wine,
got pretty well plastered and went to bed, but I sure didn't get much
sleep.

                        *******

     The next morning in class, Matt seemed to be okay.  I was a little
nervous around him, but if he was feeling any anger or resentment, he
didn't show it.  I was glad because we had seven weeks of class left, and
it could have been a long seven weeks.

     The rest of the semester went by without any other incidents.  Matt
seemed to just continue on as before.  I still had an emptiness in the pit
of my stomach every time I thought about him let alone when I saw him in
class and lab.  I continued to swim laps in the pool in the late afternoon,
but I added an early morning jog to my routine.  The exercise seemed to
help me not think about Matt.

                        *******

     The semester ended in mid-May, and the town seemed fairly well
deserted after all the students left.  My parents came down for a visit at
the end of May.  They told me they would give me the down payment on a
house if I could find one I liked.  That started a wild week of meeting
real estate agents and looking at houses.
     My parents and I must have looked at more than a dozen places before
we found the right one.  I knew it was exactly what I wanted as soon as we
pulled off the road and went through the woods before coming up to the
house.
     The place was only about eight miles outside of town, but it was in a
very undeveloped area.  The house itself was located in the center of
nearly ten acres of solid woods so it couldn't be seen at all from the
road.  The couple who had built the house had carved out about a half acre
clearing in the middle of the woods with the back side of the house up
against the trees.
     The house had cedar siding.  It wasn't all that large, but it wasn't
cramped either.  It had a living room with a big bay window at one end and
a wood burning stove at the other.  From the living room you went down two
steps to the kitchen and dining area.  The kitchen was large with a
commercial quality gas range with eight burners and two ovens.  The kitchen
window looked out to the front of the house and the small lawn.  The dining
area was open to the kitchen with a low counter between the two rooms.  The
stairs to the second floor also came into the dining area.  A large master
bath opened off the dining area and also into the master bedroom, and the
bedroom also connected to the dining area.  A wood deck wrapped around the
house beginning at the french doors in the dining area past another set of
french doors in the master bedroom.  The deck expanded at the end of the
house and then narrowed to a boardwalk that went to the end of the garage
at the back of the house.  The expanded area of the deck had a 6 foot by 6
foot hot tub!
     The garage was connected to the house by a covered breezeway that led
into a laundry room and then into the dining area and kitchen.  On the
second floor, there was a small alcove at the top of the stairs that I
decided would be my home office and then a smaller full bath and a second
bedroom.
     My folks and I agreed that this was the best house for the price that
we'd seen.  Mother remarked that she couldn't see any use for the hot tub,
but my dad just looked at me and winked.
     I put an offer on the house that evening, and it was accepted by the
owners the next day.  That started a flurry of activity with the mortgage
company.  I think they asked for my entire life history and checked every
person I could possibly know as a reference before finally deciding I was a
worthy credit risk.
     Finally, I closed on the house in early August just at the end of the
summer semester.  I put a notice out on the student bulletin board in the
department at school asking for volunteers to help move.  In return, I'd
provide food and drink.
     I didn't know how that would work, but on the appointed Saturday
morning five students, including Matt who had taken a summer class, showed
up at my apartment to help load the rental truck.
     We had everything from my apartment loaded into the truck by noon and
unloaded at my new house by five that afternoon.  I'd put three cases of
beer on ice in preparation for the move, and when the move was done, we all
started in on the beer.  I cooked hamburgers on the grill, and everyone
seemed to have a good time.
     Matt appeared to be more relaxed around me than he had been at the end
of the spring semester.  We even managed to exchange a few bits of private
conversation during the course of the day and evening.  However, he was the
first one to leave after dinner.  Two of the guys ended up staying
overnight on the floor of the living room because they'd had too much beer
to drive back into town.
     When we all managed to get moving in the morning, the two guys helped
me with the rest of the unpacking.  By the end of the day, the house was in
pretty good shape.  That was a good thing because the fall semester started
in another ten days.

                        *******

     That fall semester, I had a new sophomore-level class to teach in
addition to the introductory course.  Matt was in the sophomore-level
course.  Our relationship started off formal and correct.  Neither one of
us made any hints about the intimacy we'd shared.
     That football season went well for Matt.  He was definitely a star on
the team.  There was speculation in the student and local newspapers about
his future in the NFL.  By mid semester, it seemed that all the hype around
Matt had started to get to his head.  He wasn't working as hard in class as
he had before, and he had the stereotypical "jock" attitude.  Occasionally,
I'd see him around campus with one of the very blond and very buxom
cheerleaders.  They appeared to be an "item" judging from the body language
between them.

     For me, the most significant development of that fall semester was
that I told my parents I was gay.  There was never a moment's hesitation
for either of them.  They simply said they loved me and would always love
me no matter what.

     I was becoming pretty comfortable with myself and my life.  I enjoyed
the students and the teaching.  I had other faculty colleagues who I liked
as friends.
     I also enjoyed the privacy and security of my house.  I continued to
jog in the mornings, then shower, eat breakfast, and go into my office at
school.  About three times a week, I'd go over to the gym at noon and work
out in the weight room.  I also continued to swim at the end of the day
before going home.
     Once I got home, I'd make dinner, have a glass of wine, and then work
or read until ten thirty or so when I'd strip naked, pour another glass of
wine, and sit in the hot tub before going to bed around eleven.
     If the weather was nice on the weekends, I'd work in the yard and on
the house.  The house was so secluded in the woods that I often spent most
of the weekend naked or dressed just in a pair of running shorts even when
I was working outside.  When it started to get colder in mid-October, it
was a disappointment to need clothes outside so I compensated by being
naked almost all of the time in the house.

     That fall, I also told a couple of my good friends that I was gay.
  I'd met Kevin and Kathy Williams the previous year.  They were both on
the faculty in the English Department and had arrived at the university the
same year as I did. They were in their early thirties with two little
girls, Heather who was three and Allison who was ten months old.  We became
good friends and often had potluck dinners together.  Once I moved into my
house, most of the dinners took place out there.  We'd have dinner, put the
kids to bed in the master bedroom downstairs and then take a bottle of wine
out and sit in the hot tub.
     Kevin was very good looking.  He was about my height and weight with
dark brown eyes and almost coal black hair with a few flecks of gray hair
at the temples.  He had a lot of silky looking black hair all over his body
and a nice uncircumcised penis which was about four inches long when soft
but would often be almost six or seven inches long by the time we'd get out
of the hot tub.
     Kathy was a petite brunette about five three with a dynamite figure.
If I'd been straight, I would have lusted after her body.  Neither of them
had any problem with being naked in the hot tub so that's the way we spent
many Friday or Saturday evenings...naked, drinking wine in the hot tub and
talking about our careers, students and campus politics.

     I'd suspected for some time that Kevin and Kathy might have wondered
if I was gay.  Then one Saturday evening in early November, we were
starting on our second bottle of wine in the hot tub when Kathy mentioned
in conversation that one of her brothers was gay.

     "And how do you feel about that, " I asked.

     "Hey, it's no big deal," Kevin answered.  "He's family and we love
him.  We had several gay friends back in grad school, and in fact we even
fixed Kathy's brother up with one of them.  They've been together for
nearly four years now."

     "I'm glad you feel that way," I said.  "I'm gay, too."

     "Kevin and I thought you might be," Kathy said.  "And you know it
makes no difference to us."

     As if to emphasize that point she moved over to me in the hot tub and
gave me a hug.  Kevin joined in the hug which lasted for almost thirty
seconds or so.

     Finally Kevin broke away from the hug and announced, "Well, coming out
is always an occasion for celebration, so I'll go check on the kids and
then bring back another bottle of wine."

     He hauled his well-formed, hairy ass out of the hot tub and padded
across the deck into the house.

     We ended up drinking the whole third bottle of wine that evening, so
Kevin and Kathy went to sleep in my bed with the kids, and I took the bed
in the upstairs.
     The three of us were a little hung over the next morning, but we
managed to get breakfast for everyone including the kids who seemed
delighted to still be at "Uncle Gary's" house.

                        *******

     That Thanksgiving, Kevin, Kathy, the kids, and I started a tradition
of having Thanksgiving dinner out at my house.  Kathy brought the pies and
breads, and I did the turkey and fixings since I had two ovens in the
stove.  We all stuffed ourselves at dinner, and then settled in to the
living room to nap and watch football games on TV.

     Thanksgiving was followed quickly by final exams for the semester and
then Christmas.  I went home to see my parents.  We had another big family
Christmas.  I knew right away that my folks had told some of the family I
was gay because one of my uncles just sort of glared at me during the big
gift exchange, but just before everyone left, my cousin Alex came over to
me and apologized for my uncle, gave me a big hug and said, "We all still
love you.  Uncle Bob just doesn't know how to handle it right now, but
he'll come around.  Give him some time."
     All-in-all, I felt pretty good about my family.  I'd heard too many
horrible stories about families rejecting their gay children.  My family
was important to me, and I didn't want to lose them.

     I got back to my house after Christmas just in time for a big snow
storm that stranded me for two days.  My little Toyota Corolla just
couldn't make it through the snow in the drive way.  Luckily, I had food in
the house, and the power never went out, but I decided right then that I
had to get another vehicle.

     As soon as I could after the snow cleared, I traded in my old car for
a three year old Toyota 4Runner with 50,000 miles on it.  Since my old car
had over 200,000 miles on it, I felt like I was really moving up in the
world.  I never got stuck in the snow again.

     Matt wasn't in any of my classes that spring semester, and I only
rarely saw him on campus or around the department.  He and the buxom
cheerleader were still hanging around together, and they appeared to be
even thicker than before.  I decided that our one night over spring break
the year before had been a fluke.  I was just glad that Matt hadn't
complained about me to the dean or department chair.

     When spring break came around that year, I knew that the pool and gym
would be closed so I went to one of the health clubs in town and took out a
temporary membership.
     The weather that week was wet and raw.  Winter seemed to be hanging on
and spring just could not push its way into the countryside.  I stayed at
my house catching up with grading and planning most of the days, and then I
would go into the health club around five in the afternoon.  This health
club had a well-equipped free weight area and several Nautilus machines,
but the locker room facilities were limited.  I'd work with the weights for
a while then go outside and jog and then return to the weights.  I'd finish
my workout around seven thirty and then head back to my house for a shower,
dinner, and a soak in the hot tub.
     On Friday of that week, I'd finished my workout and was headed to my
4Runner in the parking lot.  It was already very dark with a cold mist
falling from the sky.

     I was about to climb in to the 4Runner when I heard a voice say, "Hey,
buddy, do you have a coat hanger in your car?"

     I looked toward the sound of the voice and saw one of the guys from
the health club standing beside a late model Mercedes.  I recognized him as
one of the "regulars" at the health club.  He was around 40 but still very
trim and muscular.  He had sort of dark blond hair and blue eyes.  I'd
guessed that he was around six one or six two.  He usually worked out in a
pair of tight shorts and a muscle shirt that clearly outlined a
well-developed chest with a moderate amount of medium brown hair on it.

     I went over to where he was standing beside his car.  "What's the
problem?"

     "I locked my keys in the car when I went into the club.  I can see 'em
there on the seat.  Do you have a coat hanger?"

     I told him I'd check so I went back to the 4 Runner and after some
digging around found one hiding under the passenger seat in front.
     I took the coat hanger back to him.  He tried to use it to go through
the seal around the window; however, on that model, there was no way for
the coat hanger to fit around the window seal.  After he worked for a
couple of minutes, I said, "That isn't going to work.  Is there someone you
can call?"

     "No," he answered.  "I've got some spare keys at home, but my wife
left town this morning so no one's there."

     "Can you get into your house if I drive you over there?"

     "Yes, there's a key hidden in the garage, but I hate to have you go
out of your way to do that."

     "I don't mind.  It'll be my good turn for the day."

     We climbed in to my 4Runner and started out of the parking lot.  The
mist had started to turn into a cold rain, and I turned the windshield
wipers on.
     As I drove we introduced ourselves.  His name was Ron Holman.  He was
an architect and lived in one of the best neighborhoods in the town.  His
wife had just left for Florida on a week long vacation.  He asked if I was
new to the health club, and I replied that I'd just taken out a temporary
membership while the university's gym was closed over spring break.

     "Say, I thought you looked familiar.  I've seen you jogging around
seven in the morning out on the Old East Road?"

     "Yeah, that's me, " I replied.  "I do that most mornings before
breakfast."

     "Well, you look pretty good doing it."

     I thanked him for the compliment and began to wonder if he might be
gay.  I decided that it was unlikely he was since he was married (Don't say
it.  I know that was dumb reasoning).
     Ron directed me into his neighborhood and then into a driveway that
led to a large two story white colonial style house.  He got out of the car
and went into the side door of the garage.  He emerged again almost
immediately so I figured that the key wasn't really hidden very well.  He
waved at me and then disappeared around the back of the garage.  He must
have gone in a back door of the house because I saw a light go on in the
house.  He came out the front door, climbed back into the car, and we
headed back to the health club to get his car.
     On the way back he apologized again for causing me to go out of my
way.  He said he hardly ever locked his keys in the car like that, but he
had been thinking about a problem with a house he was designing and hadn't
even realized that the keys were on the seat when he went into the health
club.
     When we pulled back into the parking lot the rain was coming down even
harder than before.  He said that he wanted to repay me in some way for
driving him home and asked if I wanted to go back to his house and share a
pizza for dinner.  I had nothing else to do that evening so I agreed and
followed the taillights of his car back over to his house.
     He must have had a remote door opener because the garage door opened
as soon as he pulled in the driveway.  He pulled in to the garage and got
out of his car.  I pulled in behind him but still out in the driveway, shut
off the engine and climbed out of the 4Runner.
     By that time he had opened the door into the house and motioned for me
to follow him.  We went into a laundry room that opened into a large
kitchen and family room combination at the back of the house.  There were a
lot of windows and two sliding glass doors in the family room.  Even though
it was dark outside I could see a large patio and in-ground swimming pool
out the back.
     Ron opened the refrigerator, took out a beer for himself and offered
me one which I gladly accepted.

     "Make yourself comfortable," he said.  "I'm going to grab a quick
shower before I order the pizza."

     He left and in a minute or so I heard the sound of a shower from the
upstairs.  I wandered around in the family room area looking at the books
on the shelves and pictures on the wall.
     I was about half way through with my beer when he came back into the
room dressed in a black warm up suit.

     "I thought you might want to shower before the pizza gets here so I
laid out one of my warm up suits on the bed for you.  The bedroom's the
first door on the right at the top of the stairs."

     I thanked him and went to find the stairs as he picked up the phone to
order the pizza.
     The stairs were in the main hallway off the family room.  I noticed a
large formal living room off the right side of the hall and a formal dining
room off the left.  All the furniture looked elegant and expensive.  I
found the master bedroom at the top of the stairs.  It was huge.  It
probably ran across the entire rear of the house and had separate sitting
and dressing areas.  A teal colored warm up suit was laid across the king
sized bed.
     The most impressive feature of the master bath was a walk in shower
completely done in ceramic tile with three shower heads.  Ron had put a
towel and wash cloth out on the lid of the commode for me.
     I stripped off my sweaty gym cloths and walked in to the shower.  It
was almost like being in a locker room shower.  I quickly showered and then
dried off with the towel.  When it came time to pull on the warm up suit, I
realized that I didn't have any clean underwear.  I hesitated for a second,
but I really didn't want to put my sweaty jock strap back on, so I just
pulled the warm up pants and jacket on over my naked body.  There were a
pair of white cotton socks next to the warm up suit, so I pulled those on
to cover my feet and then went back down the stairs.

     When I entered the family room again, Ron handed me another beer and
said, "Well, that didn't take too long.  I always thought the best part
about a work out was the shower afterwards."

     The warm up suit was fairly loose fitting so I wasn't too worried
about showing my "goods."  I looked over at Ron, and tried to figure out if
he had any underwear on, but his suit was also too loose to tell.
     We settled into a relaxed "getting to know you" kind of conversation
asking questions about our respective jobs, how long we had been in town,
where we went to school, and that sort of thing.
     The doorbell rang after about fifteen minutes, and Ron went to the
front door to get the pizza from the Domino's man.
     We sat at the island between the kitchen and family room eating the
pizza and drinking the beer.  I had to admit that both the pizza and the
beer were pretty good, and to top it all off, Ron seemed like a genuinely
nice person.  He had straight, white teeth and an easy smile that involved
his whole face and eyes.  There were just the faint beginnings of crow's
feet around his eyes and just a few gray hairs in his temples but, like
many blonds, it was hard to really see the gray hairs.  He had zipped the
warm up jacket only up to about the middle of his chest so I was also
treated with periodic glimpses of portions of his muscular pecs and the
moderate amount of curly hair scattered across them.
     We were about half finished with the pizza when we heard the sound of
sleet hitting the roof and windows of the house.  Ron went over to one of
the big windows in the family room and turned on some outside lights.  We
could see the sleet collecting on the patio.

     "I'd probably better get going before this gets any worse.".

     "You're welcome to stay here if you want.  We've got a couple of spare
rooms.  I'd hate to have you in an accident because you stayed around in
town to help me."

     I thanked him for his offer but said that I really needed to get home.
I told him that I'd go upstairs and get my own clothes back on, but he
insisted that I wear the warm up suit.

     "You don't want to put those wet, sweaty clothes back on.  Just bring
the suit with you to the health club tomorrow, and I'll pick it up from
you."

     Again, I thanked him, collected my stuff from the upstairs, and headed
out the door.  As I was leaving, Ron gave me a slip of paper with his
telephone number on it.

     "Call me when you get home.  I'll worry about you until you call."

     I promised to call and headed out to the 4Runner.  I put the 4Runner
in four wheel drive and started on my way.  Four wheel drive is great for
snow, but it wasn't much better than a regular car on ice and sleet.
Fortunately the sleet was rough enough that I got some traction.  It took a
while longer than I'd expected to get home.
     As soon as I was settled in the house, I called Ron's number.  He
answered the phone right away.

     "Man, I'm glad you called.  It's starting to get really bad here.  Did
you have any trouble?"

     I was touched by his obvious concern and we ended up chatting on the
phone for another half hour or so.  I'm not exactly sure how it came about,
but by the end of the conversation, we had agreed to meet the next evening
at the health club and then go out for dinner.  I was to bring a change of
clothes in with me and shower at his house before going out.

     I went to sleep that night with the sound of the sleet still beating
down on the roof.


(To be continued)