Date: Tue, 3 Mar 2015 15:50:38 +0000
From: Alain Mahy <amahy1957@gmail.com>
Subject: Trust 3

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Life was great.  On the professional side of our lives we could really not
complain.  As soon as the first program was installed with our customer, it
seemed that the word spread fast.  We had been testing it over and over
before selling it and installing it, just to be sure it was working fine
and had no hidden bugs.  With our first customer we had given him a kind of
discount because we knew we would have to go over and correct minor things,
but all in all it worked perfectly.

It didn't take long to have a second and a third order and our benefits
grew rapidly.  It was with the fourth client we had, that we got on a
roller-coaster!  When he saw how well our program worked, he asked for a
personalized and specific program that had to be created from scratch.  The
only problem was he had a kind of deadline for it.  We had the shortest
time to create the software.  Jack had even less time to create the design
as he had to wait for me to finish some basic work before he could start
his.  It was a real teamwork and we loved it.  Most of the days, Saturday
and Sunday included we woke up early and worked all through the day and
even into the night.  It was exhausting but we worked in real unison and
things went well.  We had almost no time at all for leisure and even for
meals.  Making love was almost completely out of the question but we slept
in each other's arms holding tight.

Mum came over from time to time, but as we had not even five minutes to
give her our attention, she tried to make herself useful with some cleaning
and preparing some food.  She kept an eye on the fridge and the cupboards
and even ran some errands so we would not have to go out.  She even started
to worry that we had no time for ourselves even though we reassured her we
would have plenty of time when the work was finished.  We knew that, with
the price ticket we had put on the customized program, we would be able to
afford some real holidays for the rest of the year!

As we got closer to the deadline, Jack and I started to work on each
other's nerves.  I even shouted a few times at him, but immediately
apologized.  Jack knew why I was nervous and I had it perfectly clear why
sometimes he insisted on some things I thought were minor ones.  We had one
particular day that was nerve-wracking.  I had to obtain a result after
clicking a button and I didn't receive the expected result.  I had gone
over the program various times and nonetheless received the same wrong
result.  As it was already nine o'clock, Jack suggested calling it a night
and going out for a meal and a walk.  I wanted actually to go on searching
for the error, but he insisted.

We went out.  Jack has a way with me that he obtains whatever he is
thinking about.  We walked the few blocks from our place to a restaurant we
were used to go to.  I sensed very clearly that Jack was doing everything
he could to avoid talking about the job at hand.  We realized nonetheless
that we had little to talk about as we were together 24/7.  It scared me a
little but as we had always talked about everything, I mentioned it to
Jack.  That made the ball rolling to a new found conversation subject.
That was the best part of our relationship: we could talk about anything
and everything and even if we didn't necessarily agree upon things, we
always had respect for the other's opinion.

The subject of getting on each other's nerves because we were constantly
together didn't bother Jack at all.  He put the blame on the stress of
finishing the ordered program in time.  He suggested that when we were
finished with it and the check had been cashed, we could go away somewhere
and take some time off.  He suggested Hawaii, or Costa Rica, or Spain
... it didn't really matter.  What was important was that he succeeded to
get my mind off of what we were doing at home.  After our meal, the coffee
and the liquor we walked back home.  Even though it was not really that
late, the streets were deserted and we felt like we were alone on the
planet.  As always Jack had his right arm around my waist while I had my
left arm over his shoulder.  We just loved walking like that.

Reaching our place I just wanted to check something and that caught me
unexpected back in the fever of resolving the problem.  When after three
hours of reprogramming the whole thing, it worked as it had to, I jumped up
and danced around from pure joy.  I went to find Jack and found him sound
asleep.  I had neglected him once more.  But as the program was now working
perfectly I made myself the promise to take care of my brother a little
more.  The only problem was that now he was a lot busier than I was as he
had to finish the final design to make it all user friendlier.  As it was
now I who was idle, I understood him even more.

The deadline date approached and we had only a week left before presenting
it to our client.  We spent those seven days testing the program over and
over again and writing a kind of user manual.  The day before our final
meeting with our client, we asked a few colleagues to test it as well and
we couldn't be more satisfied with the results.  We burned the total
program on a DVD so that it could easily been installed on the client's
computer.

When we arrived at the appointed hour at our client's office, he was more
than happy.  We showed him first on our laptop what the program could do.
It surpassed his expectations.  At each click of a button his smile became
brighter.

- I couldn't have asked for anything better, he said.  Gentlemen, I can't
thank you enough for this.  It will save the company a lot of work and
raise our benefits, without a doubt.

I handed him the DVD and our invoice.  He handed me a check with the exact
amount according to our previous agreement.

- I just would like you to show the working of it to the Chief of
Department, as it is he who will use it the most.  It is also his
responsibility to call you if anything goes wrong, or if anybody has a
question or a doubt.

He called his secretary to get hold of "Jeff" and after a few minutes there
was a knock on the door.  Jeff came in and was introduced to Jack and me.
I looked that guy straight in the eyes and I knew I had seen him before,
but couldn't place him in any place or date.  His face was just familiar to
me, nothing more.  Fortunately it was Jack who did most of the
demonstration of the program and I had time to observe Jeff more closely.
His voice as well seemed familiar.

After about an hour, Jeff seemed to understand the working of the program
and he even whistled with some of the options and the results they brought
on the screen.  He was undoubtedly impressed with our work and made the
same remark as his boss had made: it will save a lot of work!  I watched
amused at the two men who were discovering the new possibilities.  They
were like kids with a new toy.  When we left, I gave my card to Jeff,
telling him that if there was any problem or indispensable change that had
to be made, he could call me.  We all shook hands and Jack and I were soon
out of the building and in our car.  Jack was singing, totally out of tune,
something about going on a holiday.  He was that much out of tune that I
was not even sure the song existed.  Before going back to our home/office,
I stopped at the bank and put the check in our account.  When seeing the
final balance of our account, I couldn't help to have a bright smile on my
face.  Yes, indeed, we could afford to go on holiday wherever we wanted!
Despite of that, we wouldn't be able to leave before two weeks as we had to
check on the just sold program, to see that everything was satisfactory.

When I arrived at our client's office two weeks later, it was not the boss
who greeted me, but Jeff.  I had once again that sensation of
dŽjˆ-vu.  I put it out of my head and had my questions for Jeff on
how he got along with his new toy.  He was more than pleased about the
results and thanked my profusely about the user manual that he found
extremely practical.  He had some questions but they were all of minor
importance.  Everything seemed to go quite smooth.  As we shook hands
before my departure, Jeff held it in his firm grip a while longer than for
politeness purposes.

- I would like to thank you for outing me the other day, he said.

I looked at him quizzically.

- Don't say you don't remember me!  Jeff said.  I for sure recall every
single second we had together!

I searched my memory feverishly, trying desperately to recall anything
about him.  I knew he was familiar to me, but even in those two past weeks
I had not been able to put my finger on any place or time.  I had even
discussed with Jack, but for him Jeff didn't ring a bell at all.  So, I
assumed it was from the time before Jack came to live with me.

- I am afraid I will have to disappoint you Jeff.  Your face sure looks
familiar to me.  I have to admit that when I see someone out of context, I
have a hard time remembering them at all.  Just give me clue, please.

Jeff was smiling and not upset at all that I didn't know who he was.

- Remember the Plaza? He asked.

It was a clue, but not a very good one as I knew a Hotel Plaza, a
restaurant Plaza, a Bar Plaza and so on.  I tried to visualize all three of
them and then the memories came flooding back to me.  I had seen, and more
than seen, Jeff at the Hotel Plaza.  But that was several years ago.  I had
checked in that hotel because a snow blizzard had blocked all transport,
being it by air, by rail or by road.  Jeff, at that time, was working at
the reception.  He seemed to have made his way since then.

- Yes Jeff, the Plaza Hotel ... you worked as a receptionist.  That was
... what? Four years ago?

- Five and a half to be exact, he answered.  I can understand that you
didn't associate a receptionist with a head of Department here!

He laughed at his own remark.  I recognized that hearty laugh.  He had been
of great help back then, as there were no rooms available because of the
snow-storm.  He had offered me to stay at his place.  At that time his
gaydar was functioning perfectly and even what he did was completely
against the hotel's policy, he had taken the risk to help me out.  He was
at the end of his shift and asked me to wait in the lobby as he had to
change.  When he came back we both raised the collar of our coats and
affronted the unfriendly climate.  Fortunately he lived just two blocks
away and during that walk we had both pressed against each other as if we
could avoid the snow coming down in the blowing wind.

Although it was not easy to get through that snow, we soon reached his
condo.  It was a nice place and very inviting.  Jeff was the perfect host
and offered a warm drink as soon as I sat down on his sofa.  I had accepted
the warm drink, not even knowing what it was he wanted to give me, but I
assumed it would be coffee or tea.  He had surprised me with a hot red wine
with cinnamon and a few other herbs.  It was as if the smell reached my
nose again.  We had had a very nice and fluent conversation and each time
Jeff had to get up, when he came back he sat somewhat closer to me.  It was
a discreet but clear movement of him.  When finally our legs were touching,
I remember clearly that I started to get an idea of what he wanted and that
excited me.  I felt bewitched and seduced by his warm smile and his
pleasant conversation.  After the third warm wine, he had gotten bolder and
his hand rested on my thigh.  I didn't know if it was voluntary or not, but
he squeezed my thigh from time to time.  Again, very slowly, his hand moved
upwards and I did as if I didn't notice.  He didn't stop and just as he was
about to reach and touch my groin, I stopped in mid-sentence of what I was
saying and looked him straight in the eyes.  He held my gaze.  We were
attracted like iron to a magnet and our faces got closer although they
didn't seem to move.  I could feel Jeff's breathe on my face and I was sure
he could feel mine.  We both knew what was coming but wanted the other to
take the initiative.  The apparent synchronized movements made that our
lips touched very lightly, but sending a little sparkle of electricity from
one to the other which made us jump up.  We looked at each other intently
and came closer once more, but not so slow.  We seemed both more determined
to melt in one sloppy kiss and that was exactly what we did.  Once the
shyness of the first touch was over, we kissed passionately and were almost
devouring each other.  Any outsider could have thought we were going to
literally eat each other.  Each mouth was fighting for supremacy and our
tongues were like swords on a battlefield.  Our hands were roaming over the
other's body trying to unbutton shirts, unbuckling belts and unzipping
flies.  The shyness made place for fever, soft touching made place for
frenzy.  The cold snow-storm would have melted if he was inside.  We both
were hot for each other and our body heat was rising quickly.  We were
sweating even before we were totally undressed.

We pressed our bodies together, searching to cover as much skin as possible
with our own.  Jeff's surly chest hair was already plastered to his skin
with sweat and my spit as I was licking him up from navel to nipples and
collar bone.  I didn't want to touch his cock as I felt it was rock-hard
just as mine and the slightest touch could send us both over the edge in no
time.  The excitement of the moment was almost palpable.  Only a few
minutes had passed from the first electric kiss and we were both on the
edge, without touching dicks with our hands or mouths.  The sole rubbing of
our organs were enough to make our juice boil in our balls.  The grabbing
of the other and the friction of skin on skin was sending jolts of pleasure
as far as our curling toes.  I felt Jeff's breathing getting ragged and I
knew what was coming.  His cock was throbbing against mine and I could feel
his cum spurting between our bellies and make it all slick and slippery.
Knowing he was coming sent me over the edge and my semen mixed with his.
We held onto each other as if our lives depended on it.

We came down from our post orgasmic height.  Our kissing grew softer and
the frenzy slowed down.  We were catching our breath and letting our
heartbeats come back to normal.  It was only when we were back to our old
selves that Jeff looked up at me and smiled.  I rememebered I felt happy
and content knowing that we would go for round two very soon.  Both of us
longed to suck the other and, who knew, fuck each other.  The night was
proverbial young.

We showered together to wash away the remains of spent semen.  It was
sensual.  Jeff had some of those natural sponges and the shower gel was
lightly perfumed.  We washed each other far more than was necessary for
hygienic purposes, but the sponges and the soap made it al worthwhile.  We
got out of the shower only once the water started to cool.  We dried each
other off with fluffy towels and returned naked to his living room, trying
to tidy up the place a bit as there were clothes everywhere.  We emptied
our warm wine before going to the bedroom.  Jeff's bed was made up with one
of those Nordic eiderdowns which were light and warm, but we were still hot
enough so we didn't need it right away.  Jeff threw himself on the bed and
opened his arms to welcome me.  I accepted the invitation without the
slightest doubt and fell on top of him.  We resumed our kissing but the
anxiety of the unknown was gone.  The urgency of the start made place for a
more relaxed lovemaking where hands and mouth discovered the places on the
other's body.  I licked Jeff's ears and started a slow travel down towards
the big prize, passing some very pleasant moments playing with his nipples,
washing out his navel and bathing his balls in my mouth before paying any
serious attention to his rock-hard manhood.  Jeff must have liked it as he
was moaning the entire time and squirming under my ministrations.  When I
opened my mouth wide to engulf his cock, it was leaking a huge amount of
pre- cum that I lapped like a kitten to a bowl of milk.  His mushroom head
was almost purple from the swelling.  I licked it and it throbbed at each
passage of my tongue.  I wrapped my lips around his shaft and let him
penetrate my mouth at his own pace, but his dick didn't want wait to pulse
at the back of my throat.  Jeff pushed in with a mighty thrust.  I tried to
ignore my gag-reflex and let him enter as far as he would go.  I sucked on
his cock like a vacuum-cleaner and pressed my lips tight to the velvety
hardness he pushed between them.  I bobbed up and down on him and his moans
turned into groans.  He was almost growling and I wouldn't have been
surprised if he would howl like a wolf.  I grabbed his balls with one hand
and pushed his leg up with the other.  There must have been synchronizing
in his nerves as his other leg automatically followed the first one.  Jeff
was now exposed and as he spread his legs by his own will, I had a
magnificent sight on his wet cock, low-hanging balls and the most beautiful
puckered hole I had ever seen.  I couldn't resist and dove in directly
between his ass-cheeks.  I still had spit enough in my mouth to wet his
hole and I tried to make my tongue as hard as possible to push it in.  At
first it didn't go in, so I used my fingers and even more spit to relax him
and penetrating his private entrance with first one finger than two and
even three.

Jeff was struggling against the invader but not to get him out, rather to
keep him in.  The excitement was building up again and it was difficult to
maintain a sweet and loving care when the urges were so present.  I wanted
that nice hole wrapped around my manhood, I actually needed it.  I crawled
on my knees between Jeff's legs till the head of my cock was pushing
against his rosebud.  I used my body as leverage and my cock entered Jeff
of so slowly.  His sphincter muscle relaxed and my cock-head popped in.  It
was a real furnace in there and I pushed further in as to feel the heat
coat my entire shaft.  I knew I wouldn't last long.  Jeff was using his
ass-muscles like a pro and he was milking me like no one had done before.
I loved the feeling although it would send me over the edge far too soon.
I pistonned in and out of him and increased my speed according to my urge
to spurt out my second load.  My climax built up very quickly.  I had just
felt that familiar tingling in my lower belly when a blood rush made my
cock swell even more.  As I felt it I pushed hard into Jeff's ass trying to
reach the deepest point in his nether regions, and I unloaded.  Spurt after
spurt I filled his bowels with my semen.  My head was spinning and I had
problems breathing.  I felt like my heart would burst out of my chest.  I
just collapsed on top of Jeff when the last spurt left my cock.  I felt my
heartbeat in every single part of my body.  I lifted my head just enough to
be able to kiss Jeff and he returned my kiss with ragged breathing.  That's
when I knew he had come as well and I actually felt the puddle of semen
pressed between our stomachs and chests.  Jeff kept his arms wrapped around
my neck and his legs around my waist.  He even pushed with his hells in my
buttocks to make me understand he didn't want me to take out my dick of his
ass.

We laid there intertwined for quite some time, kissing and catching our
breath trying to come down from that sexual height.  When we were back to a
normal level of being, I lifted my head and looked at his face saying:

- What the hell did you put in that warm red wine?

He laughed and said he could give me the recipe.  I was exhausted and let
myself slip off of him, laying next to him with my head on his chest and my
arm across his stomach.  We had some small talk but I realized I was
talking alone.  Jeff had drifted off to sleep.

That was what I remembered of Jeff five and a half years later.  It had
been a wonderful night and in the morning we had another session where Jeff
returned the favor and fucked my brains out before he had to go to work.
Now, we were standing in front of each other, both thinking about that
snow-storm and its consequences.  We had never seen each other in those
five and a half years.  At that time, in the rush of him having to be in
time in the hotel, we had neither exchanged phone numbers nor addresses.  I
had been at his place but had to admit I would never have found it again as
that night I had followed Jeff blindly in the snow-storm.

There, at the reception of the company he was working for, we were still
shaking hands and when I looked down I saw there was the clear outline of a
hard-on to see in his crotch.  I looked at myself and saw I was in the same
state.  I invited him for a drink and as he was only quarter of an hour
from the end of his working day, he accepted.  I went down to the corner of
the street where Jeff said there was a nice little bar.  I had just
received my drink from the bartender when Jeff came in.  He sat next to me
and ordered a beer for himself.  We had some small talk when out of the
blue he asked if I was interested in a repeat session of what we had had
five and a half years ago.

- I think that would not be a good Idea Jeff, I said.  I am in a serious
relationship now and I have no intention at all to cheat on my man.  We
love each other, we trust each other and we respect each other.  Cheating
on him would destroy at least two of those three things.  I don't want
that.  We had a wonderful experience together and I will never forget it.
It has been a masturbatory fantasy for years!  I really would like it to
remain a fantastic memory.

Jeff was clearly disappointed but he showed respect for what I had told
him.

- And who is the lucky guy, if I am not too indiscreet?  Jeff asked.

- You saw him the other day when we came to install the program.  Jack is
his name.

Jeff seemed to not understand.

- I thought that guy was your brother from what my boss told me, he said.

- And he is Jeff, Jack is my brother.  I know it is difficult to understand
to most people, but we love each other dearly and deeply.  We discovered
our love for each other a few years ago.  His ex-girlfriend kicked him out
one day and he came to me because he didn't know where to go.  We have been
living together since.  Bit by bit we saw that we didn't want to be
separated by anything or anyone and so we started our own company that we
run from home.

Jeff seemed flabbergasted.

- But he is your own brother, the same flesh and blood!

- Yes, I know.  And who tells the world that two brothers cannot love each
other?  We are the best of friends since we were born; we know each other
inside out.  We have a lot of things in common, more than two strangers
will ever have.  You know Jeff, we all had to fight prejudices.  As gay
people we had to fight the prejudice of the straight.  Is it you who will
tell me you are prejudiced as well?  You fought the ones that had them, and
now you tell you what I do with my brother is not correct?  Be consequent
with what you do and say my friend.

Jeff needed some time to think it over.  As he had no brothers, the
situation couldn't happen to him.  He suddenly seemed in a hurry to leave.
I wondered if I had done wrong in telling him the truth.  But no, I had not
done anything wrong.  There was no reason for me to lie about my
relationship and I thought that Jeff, after what we had lived together
although it was for one night, deserved to know the truth.  Also, there was
no reason to hide anything.  He left in a hurry saying we would be in
touch.  He had not even touched half his glass of beer.

When I reached home, I told Jack the whole story.  He had a smile on his
face.

- Why are you smiling, Jack?

- Mum told us to be careful who we would tell it to.  She was right once
again, wasn't she?

- Yes, I guess she was.  But Jeff is someone I had sex with.

- And that is the problem Bob, Jack said.  He had sex with you and wanted
it again, but you said no.  He is jealous of our situation and he blames it
on the fact we are brothers.  Had I not been your brother and you had
rejected him, he would have found another point to put the blame on.
Rejection is something very few people can cope with.

I had to admit he had a point there.  I was just hoping I had not
jeopardized our name and fame in the company he was working for.  Of course
we always dealt with the boss and not with Jeff, but I was sure his opinion
was important to the boss.  We would have to wait!



To be continued É if enough people tell me they like the story.
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