Date: Wed, 4 Mar 2015 17:33:33 +0000
From: Alain Mahy <amahy1957@gmail.com>
Subject: Trust 4

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Everybody seemed happy with our work.  The programs were running smoothly
and we had no calls about bugs or problems.  Jack and I did agree we wanted
and needed some vacation and were surfing the Internet as we had no idea
where to go to.  Tuscany in Italy seemed really nice, but then again so
were most of the holiday destinations that were on display on thousands of
web sites.  It all depended on what you were looking for.  What Jack and I
wanted was peace and quiet, sunshine and water.  Good food was an absolute
must and if there was a nice selection of wines and spirits, we would be
more than happy.  We were even thinking of taking Mum and Dad with us, but
they declined, saying that they were too old now.  As they both agreed on
that, we knew we didn't stand a chance and stopped insisting.  I had done a
cruise a little over a year ago, but didn't mind repeating.  Jack had been
to the mountains with his friends and wasn't really overexcited to do that
again.  Finally we found a kind of tour of major cities in Spain, combined
with a gastronomic route and some fine wine tastings.  When we saw the
offer, we looked at each other but knew we agreed even before we knew the
price.  Sure, we were well off now and could afford some luxury in our
lives.  The tour offered various options and we opted for the rental car
with hotel reservations and the gastronomic tour.  We didn't want to sit a
whole day in a crowded bus.  Our only obligation, so to speak, was to be in
time for the check-in at the hotels and to be in time for the gastronomic
meals or wine degustation.  That suited us just fine.

The day before we left, I had a call from Jeff who asked if we could talk.
I pretended to be on another line and asked him to call back in five
minutes.  I just wanted Jack next to me and hearing Jeff out.  Jeff called
five minutes later and I picked up with the loudspeaker on so Jack could
follow the conversation.  Jeff asked if we could meet.  I said ok, but that
I was not coming alone, Jack would join me.

- Is that necessary?  Jeff asked.

- No, I said, it is not necessary, but it is what I want.  Jeff, if you
have a problem with someone being in a relationship you will have a lot of
problems in your life, as most people are in a relationship.  If it is just
because Jack is my brother, I would suggest for you to just forget that
part because first of all we are lovers.

- Ok, ok ... Jeff said, it was just a question.  I will gladly meet both of
you.

When I hung up Jack looked at me and neither of us knew what to think about
the call and the invitation for a drink.  I had expressly asked to meet at
a little bar not far from our condo, because after all I mistrusted him
slightly after his sudden departure the first and last time we had a drink.
As always, Jack and I were in the bar about ten minutes early.  We liked it
to be able to discover the place and choose the appropriate table or seats
as to see who was entering and exiting.  Jeff arrived just at the appointed
time.  He shook hands with both of us and had a somewhat sheepish look on
his face.  Jack asked him what he wanted to drink and then ordered three
beers.  I didn't want to lose any time, so I went straight to the point.

- So Jeff, I said, why is it you wanted to see us about?  Is there any
problem with the program?  Because in that case we should have met at your
office.

- No, not at all, Jeff answered, the program is doing really well and is
giving us more than we expected.  We are more than happy with it.  I ... I
just wanted to meet to apologize.  My reaction last time was not justified.
You were right about the prejudices some people have and to point out that
we, as gays, want to erase those prejudices, but we have others.  I thought
seriously about it and realized you can't ask anything that you can't give
yourself.  So, just out of respect for you and for your brother, I decided
to invite you for a drink and apologize face to face and not over the
phone, or worse, by e-mail.

He paused for a moment and then went on.

- As I ask for honesty and sincerity to all people surrounding me, it is
only logic and of good education that I give it as well.  So Bob and Jack,
I will be as honest as possible.  Yes, I was jealous and even angry that
you turned me down last time.  I had no right to be, but I am not perfect
and I was ... pissed.  Not because of you being in a relationship, not
because of you being with your brother, but just because you turned me
down.  I have never been rejected in my life, it was a first.  And I didn't
like the feeling.  So, I ran away and even that was a first as in normal
circumstances I always face difficult situations.  I gave it all a serious
thought and the only conclusion I could make was to call you and apologize
for my childish behavior.  I hope you will accept it.

And with that he stretched out his hand to me.

I took his hand and shook it.  Then he turned to Jack and did the same.
Jack, being who he is, didn't take his hand but wrapped his arms around him
and hugged him.

Jeff turned red for such a public demonstration of affection.  I suddenly
realized that Jeff was probably still in the closet.  So I leaned in closer
to him and whispered the question in his ear.  He turned red again and
bowed his head.  He didn't have to say anything, his answer was clearer
than water.  I leaned in again and asked him in a whisper so none could
hear:

- How did you have the guts to ask me to your place five years ago, being
in the closet like you are?

- Please, can we go somewhere else, where there are less people?  Where we
can talk more freely?  I can suggest a little restaurant not that far from
here that is usually quiet.

We agreed to follow him and got out of the noisy bar we were in.  He led us
to indeed a nice little and quiet restaurant.  As we sat down in the almost
empty place, he said it was his treat.  We didn't argue.  We just wanted to
know a bit more about Jeff.  We didn't have to ask him as he started to
answer the question I had asked him at the bar.

- When we met Bob, it was more than five and a half year ago.  I was also
more than a thousand miles away.  At that time I was not really in the
closet.  Most of my friends and my colleagues at work knew perfectly well
that I was gay.  A short time after you left, I met this guy who I thought
was my Mr.  Right.  At the start, as usual, everything was fantastic and
great.  He seduced me every single day and I fell for him big time.  I had
had sex before, but he was the first man I really fell in love with.  I
knew I would do everything to make him as happy as he made me.  After about
a month I moved in with him.  He said I just needed my clothes because he
had everything we needed.  I sold everything I had.  It didn't take him
long to invite a friend of his for a three-way.  I was not up to it and
said so.  He took me by the hand and pulled me with him to the bedroom and
started to convince me.  He knew exactly the buttons he had to push to make
me agree.  After less than fifteen minutes I lay naked on the bed with him
and his friend beside me.  He noticed I was not really a willing
participant but pushed me in his friend's arms and actually obliged me to
kiss him, to suck him and after that his friend fucked me.  His friend was
not a very considerate guy and hurt me when he entered me quite brutally.
My boyfriend just smiled and told me I was a good boy.  When his friend
left I made it clear to him that it was a one- time thing.  He kissed me
and said ok.  But it didn't take long that he came home with yet another
friend and the same scenario repeated itself.  Well, to make a long story
short, I became a sex toy in his hands.  The worst part was that after some
time, he obliged me to have sex with friends of him without participating.
When one day I saw his supposed friend giving him money after we had had
sex, I understood what was happening.

Jeff breathed deeply.  We could see it cost him a lot to relive the memory
of what had happened to him.  We could also see he was on the verge of
crying.  Despite of that, Jeff went on.

- I felt so humiliated and dirty, but most of all I felt stupid and
na•ve.  All that time I had sincerely believed he loved me, but he was
only using me to have more money in his wallet.  It took me a few weeks to
reach a decision.  Although I was still in love with him, I was decided to
leave him.  I didn't know where I was going.  I made a big mistake telling
him that I was not his whore and that if he kept on bringing "friends"
home, I would leave him.  That's the exact time when he started beating me.
Fortunately for me, that made me even stronger in my decision.  I looked on
the internet to find one or the other association which protected people in
my case.  One association I called told me to be ready in less than 10
minutes, that they were sending someone to pick me up.  They told me to
leave everything behind and take only the fewest necessary things.  I
grabbed my papers, my cell phone and a bag with some clothes and left his
place.  The association had been true to their word and I was soon on my
way to their headquarters.  A social assistant listened to me and recorded
my complete statement.  He said it was for the police because they were
going to press charges.  The following week was a total nightmare.  My
boyfriend had found me.  I didn't know how, but he had.  He tried to come
into the house of the association, but was soon stopped by the staff and
thrown out.  He shouted all kind of obscenities and even that he was going
to kill me.  What he didn't know was that the front of the house had
surveillance cameras and it was all recorded.  The police arrested him and
he is still in jail.  They gave me a new identity and moved me thousands of
miles away and even found a job for me.  That's how you guys met me the
other day.  Here, nobody knows I am gay and I frankly wish to keep it that
way.  When we talked the other day I saw my chance of having sex again as
it is more than four year I have been with a man.  I am so sorry for my
behavior and I hope you do accept my apology.

I was taken aback with his story and I saw that Jack felt the same.  We had
heard of such stories, but we had never been confronted with someone who
had actually lived it.  We just wondered how human beings could do that to
another human being.  We had to accept the fact that there are bad people
in this world.  Jack and I had of course a few questions for him, if he was
ready to answer them.

- I am ready to answer your questions, if you are ready to hear the
answers.  Some of my answers, I know, will sound very hard and cruel to
you.

- OK, we understand that, I said.  But Jeff, you are not a frail man.  You
have muscles on all the right places if my memory is correct.  How was it
that you didn't fight him?  Was he a kind of hulk or something?

Jeff laughed at that and said:

- No, he was no hulk!  He was actually quite handsome.  But he also was a
black belt in karate.  I was afraid of his martial art skills.  But not
only that, I was in love with him and couldn't bring myself hurting him.
Even if it cost me a lot.

- Ok, I said, a black belt is indeed a serious argument!  Now, since you
live that far away, why is it you want to stay in the closet?

- I don't trust myself, Jeff said, and I don't want to live again what I
went through.  I don't want to fall in love again and being as na•ve as
I have been.  I prefer to live alone and playing the straight game so that
nobody will try to get in my pants, in my bed or in my life.

- You can't live like that for the rest of your life Jeff!  Jack said.  You
can't punish yourself like that!  One unhappy experience is a lesson from
which you can learn.  It is sure you have some issues with trust and
confidence, but it doesn't mean you have to live like a monk because of
that.

- I know Jack, but I don't feel ready to start something new.  I knew that
Bob would not do what my ex did and that's why I had put my hopes on him.
Sorry again for that.

I felt for him.  I was sorry for what he had to go through.  I could
understand his apprehension of opening up to people again.  I was thinking
of introducing him to one of our friends.  If we could find someone
suitable for him, we could actually keep an eye on him and be there if he
needed to.  I had to talk it over with Jack.

The conversation went smoothly after that.  We tried to avoid the subject
as to not put too much stress on Jeff.  Recalling all those bad memories
were affecting him and I was now decided to help him as much as possible,
without taking control of his life.  It was not that I wanted Jeff to come
out of the closet a second time.  I just wanted him to open up again to a
possible happiness.  Of course, I knew that I couldn't help someone who
didn't want help.  It was just a question of time and being at the right
place with the right persons.  Jeff, just as all the other people, had a
right to be happy and have satisfaction in his life.  I couldn't imagine
myself being almost four years without and affectionate touch from someone
else.  It must be hell if you're asking me.

When we left the restaurant, we promised to keep in touch.  Jack and I went
home and discussed the matter all the way.  I told Jack my idea to try to
find a decent friend for Jeff, but he said we shouldn't interfere.

- I don't want to interfere Jack, I said, I was more thinking of inviting
him over together with some of our bachelor friends and see if there would
be any spark of interest between Jeff and one of our friends.  You know as
well as I do that among our friends there are some lonely hearts.  You know
as well that none of them would be capable of doing to Jeff what his ex
did.  I was just thinking of helping Destiny a little.  Can you imagine
being four years with nobody touching you at all?  I wouldn't be able to go
through that!

- You are right.  I wouldn't be able either, but I wouldn't like friends to
try to match me with someone without me knowing it.

- It wouldn't be like that at all Jack.  We would just throw a party and
invite friends of us, including Jeff.  The rest would be up to them.  It
would just give them the chance to meet.  How long has it been since we had
a party?  Let's just enjoy an evening with friends.  We used to have great
nights when we did it in the past.

Jack knew very well that when I had something in mind, it was difficult to
dissuade me of doing it.  But then again, I could not dissuade him either
when he had set his mind on something.  We had not reached the bedroom yet
and I was already planning the party and making a mental note of whom we
were going to invite.  The only thing I wanted to be sure of was that all
the guests would be bachelors.  I certainly didn't want Jeff to fall for a
guy who was in a relationship and take the risk of being even more
miserable.  I just wanted our friends to be able to meet someone and find
the happiness I had with Jack.

We went to bed and I was still thinking about the party what I would make
of it.  We were at the end of January and I thought it would be nice to
have a Valentine party.  I certainly knew how I felt when I was a bachelor
and had no one to give a candy heart or Valentine card.  Jack sensed that I
was already organizing things, but he had other ideas.  He was lying in my
arms with his head on my chest and suddenly he said:

- Your heartbeat is faster than usual Bob.  This means you have a problem
or a project.  With all we talked about tonight, I guess it is a project.
Tell me about it.

He knew me so well and that reinforced my conviction he was not only my
brother, but also my soul mate.

- Well ... I was thinking to throw a Valentine party.  I would make sure
none of the guests is in a relationship.  Most of them don't know the
others, so I would make some name tags that I would put on everyone's
chest.  You know, name tags in the form of a heart.  In the entry hall I
will put a bowl with little papers next to it and some ball pens.  Whoever
wants to leave a message to someone else, just writes a message on a paper,
folds it and writing the name of the recipient on the outside and put it in
the bowl.  Every hour I would take the messages in the bowl and give them
to the recipients.  Little Valentine messages for whoever wants to send
one.

I could feel Jack smile as he was still with his face on my chest.  I knew
I had his approval and was rewarded with a great lovemaking session.  That
was always his way of telling me he agreed.  I was not complaining!

The following morning I wrote down the names of the people I had in mind.
I ended up with more than twenty persons.  I made a few phone calls to be
sure they were all still alone in their lives and sent out a nice
invitation designed by Jack.  I took only a little over forty-eight hours
to have them all respond and there were only two who couldn't accept the
invitation as they were already having other plans.

The day before the party we decorated the condo a little and tried to give
it a romantic look.  I ordered some catering and drinks.  There was soft
music playing in the background and at seven o'clock sharp the doorbell
rang for the first time.  Each time someone arrived, I put his name-tag on
his chest and explained the use of the bowl, paper slips and ball pens.
Most of our guests had a smile on their faces when they understood the
idea.  Jeff was a little reluctant at first, but soon played the game.  I
had decided that the first time I would empty the bowl and play postman,
would be at ten o'clock.  Surprisingly there were quite some folded paper
slips around nine.  So, I got all the papers and started to give them to
the appropriate person.  Some fifteen messages reached their recipients and
I was surprised most of them actually answered the message with another
written message in the bowl.

People got closer to each other.  A few discreet touches and even some
kissing was to be seen.  Some of the guests stopped writing and got better
acquainted.  It was well past midnight when the first "couple" left our
place to find some more intimate environment.  As Jack and I were the
hosts, we tried to talk to everybody and see that there was no shortage of
food and drinks.  Although it was February, the terrace doors were open and
it was not cold at all.  I even found Jeff and Richard on the far corner of
the terrace having a good conversation.  They were learning to know each
other.  I left them alone in their privacy.  Around two in the morning
everyone was gone.  Jack and I cleaned up and commented the evening.  If I
had counted well, there were three couples or at least six people who left
together although they had not arrived together.  One of these three
couples was Jeff and Richard.  Richard was a good guy and had lived some
rough times as well, but nothing compared to Jeff.  In my mind I thought
they were forming a nice item, but it was up to them.  We had just given
them the opportunity to meet.

Once we started to switch off the lights I noticed there was a message in
the bowl.  I took it out and was surprised to see the recipient: Jack and
I.  I called Jack over to show it to him and as we unfolded the paper we
just saw "A Big Than You!!!" and the signature of all our guests.  I had no
idea who had taken the initiative to do it, but it was a very nice
attention!  All in all, the party had been a huge success and, for me, most
because Jeff had not left alone.  I was wondering when I would hear from
him and what he would tell me.  As I said, Richard was a good person and
they would probably be a good item.  If they didn't get to fall in love,
they would surely be good friends in the future, and that was what Jeff
needed most.

The next morning Jack and I were eating breakfast after a nice session of
lovemaking.  We had not bothered to dress, as we were not expecting
anybody.  Jack reminded me that we had the possibility and the time to go
on a holiday.  We had been surfing the Internet a few weeks ago, but had
not found anything that we both would like enough.  As we were talking
about the much-deserved forthcoming holiday we were surprised by the ugly
noise of the buzzer of the downstairs door.  As I said, we were not
expecting anybody.  Jack went to see who it was and came back a few moments
later telling me to put on some clothes as Jeff was coming up.  I half
expected this as he had left with Richard during the night.  When he came
in I noticed he still had the same clothes as the night before and that
made me guess he hadn't gone home yet.  The only possibility was that he
had spent the night with Richard.

Jeff had a happy look on his face and a bright smile.  He hugged both Jack
and me and sat on the sofa.  Jack went for three mugs of coffee and sat
down next to me.  We were anxious to know what Jeff had come to tell us.

- I just came by to thank you guys.  I had a wonderful evening and, may I
add, a wonderful night.  If you hadn't insisted for me to come to your
party, it would not have happened.  Richard has been very considerate and a
very thoughtful host.  When we left here he invited me for a last drink at
his place and I accepted.  We have been talking big part of the night and
it was pleasant.  It was even more than that.  We have shared quite some
episodes of our lives and have both had our share of misfortune.  I guess
it is a common point we share and made us even more careful went we meet
other people.  But we connected.  I am sure we will meet again and see
where it will lead us.

It was Jack who was quite bold this time and asked if they had sex.  Jeff
smiled and answered.

- You always go straight to the point Jack?  Well, let me go straight to
the point as well.  No, we had no sex.  We kissed and caressed each other,
but we didn't even take our clothes off.  I have to admit I am attracted to
him and that once I know him better, there will be a chance we get to a
more intimate contact, but it didn't happen yet.

Just as he finished his sentence, the buzzer made once again its ugly
noise.  Jack went to answer it again and came back announcing the arrival
of ... indeed, Richard.  As Richard entered the living room and saw Jeff
sitting in the sofa, they both burst out laughing.  It seemed they had both
the same idea.  As Richard thanked us for the party , he looked over at
Jeff and mentioned that he was glad he had met him.  He went to sit next to
Jeff and we could see that they immediately had their fingers intertwined.
It was clear they felt something for each other although they didn't put a
name on it.  They didn't want to take to much of our time and left after
only a good fifteen minutes.  We wondered if they were going both to the
same place and maybe do what they failed to do during the night.  The
thought they would probably have sex made my own cock swell.  I looked at
Jack and saw that he definitely was not flaccid, although not fully hard
either.  We had made love just when we woke up, but were both clearly ready
for a second round.

Jack came over to me and sat in my lap, wrapping his arms around my neck.

- Why don't we say we go on a holiday, switch off the telephone and our
cell phones, and stay here making love day and night for the duration of
our supposed holidays?

Hi suggestion made me laugh but I promised to think it over.  Jack said he
would give me a small demonstration of what such a week could be and
started to nibble my earlobes.  He knew there was a direct connection
between my earlobes and my sexual appetite.  As he was sitting in my lap he
could feel the connection was more then ever activated.  The more he licked
my ears and that tender flesh between my ears and my collarbone, the more
he could feel the swelling in my groin.  I lifted his chin with two fingers
and silently asked for a kiss.  Jack leaned in and his tongue was
immediately in my mouth and licking out my throat.  I loved it when he
kissed with such force and always returned his kiss the same way.  We were
soon devouring each other.  Our tongues, as usual, battled inside our mouth
to lick and taste the other.  Spit was dripping down our chins and we were
struggling with our clothes to have them off as soon as possible.  We
didn't even bother to reach the bedroom.  We dropped off the sofa and onto
the soft Oriental rug.  The sunshine was flooding the living room and we
felt its warmth caressing our now naked bodies.  Jack travelled down my
body licking and kissing every bit of skin he encountered on his way.  A
few soft bites on my nipples made me arch my back and moan out loud.  Jack
new how to give a maximum of pleasure.  I was squirming under him and he
continued his journey to my nether regions.  Although he was not hurrying
things, I soon felt the warm moisture of his mouth covering my rock-hard
manhood.  He did his trick of swirling his tongue on my over-sensitive
cock-head, which made me squirm even more.  I felt his lips wrapping
themselves around my shaft and engulfing my cock inch by inch till his nose
was in my pubes.  Once there, he started to hum and sent vibrations through
my cock and in my balls.  I knew that if he went on like that too long I
would unload in his mouth, but as Jack loved swallowing my load I was not
surprised he went on.  Being between my legs, he rose to his knees and
cupped my knees to raise them to my chest.  He didn't wait long before
diving between my buttocks and French kissing my rosebud.  I was going
crazy under his ministrations and started having problems breathing.  He
felt it and calmed down his attack on my body.

He came back up till our lips met again.  All the while kissing, he let my
knees down and straddled my hips.  My cock was nestled in his ass-crack.
Jack had penetrated me on various occasions but I had always been the
bottom and he the top.  Feeling my cock between his buttocks was like a new
feeling, or at least not a common one.  The friction of his lower body on
my genitals was sending jolts of pleasure in my whole body and my toes
started to curl.  I loved it the way he was doing it and wondered if he
wanted to be a bottom this time although he was on top.  I had the answer
when he started spitting in his hand and wetting my cock.  Then more
spitting and lubricating his ass.  I look bewildered at his face, but he
was only smiling.  He seemed really decided to go on with what he was
doing.  He lifted himself slightly and guided my cock to his hole.  Then he
sat down again slowly and I felt him pushing himself on me.  When I felt my
cock-head pass his sphincter muscle, the expression on his face changed
suddenly.  I knew he was hurting, but when Jack decided something, he went
till the end no matter how hard or painful the journey was.

He stayed still for a few moments and I could feel his sphincter clamping
on my cock-head.  But he relaxed.  I could feel it on my cock.  I could
also feel he pushed himself lower on me and I entered him thanks to his
determination.  It took him a while but his ass-cheeks were covering my
genitals and I felt his full weight in my lap.  He got used to the invasion
and started to come up again till it was just my cock-head that was
imprisoned by his ass-muscles.  He let himself back down and started a slow
up and down movement.  The slow pace was soon increased when the pain in
his ass was replaced by pleasure.  His face was showing all the sensations
that went through his body and I could clearly see he was slowly enjoying
his actions.  I couldn't believe the sensations I was feeling, as his ass
was a burning furnace.  I pushed Jack backwards and without my cock leaving
his ass, I pushed him on his back and was on my knees between his legs.  As
the natural lubrication of his ass allowed me an easy in and out movement,
I was soon pushing my cock on his prostate.  The amount of pre-cum coming
out of his piss-slit was amazing and while I was pumping in and out he
started to stroke his cock.  I leaned down as far as I could and he met me
halfway.  Our lips met and we kissed passionately while I made love to him
at a furious speed.  I could feel my balls retract in my lower abdomen and
my scrotum shrunk so much you could think I had none.

Jack tried to warn me he was coming but had not to do it as his ass-muscles
contracted so strongly I almost couldn't move.  Wit each spurt I felt the
spasm in my cock and my juice came out spurting and filling his bowels.
After the last spurt, I collapsed on him and we kissed passionately.  The
fever of our kissing faded slowly as we caught our breaths.  I stayed in
him as long as I could, but as my cock lost its volume, it slipped out of
him with a plop.

- That was just amazing, Jack said, I would never have thought it would
feel that way.  I have seen your face contorted with pleasure when I was
penetrating you, but I didn't know what you felt.  Now I do and I can tell
you that your days of exclusively being a bottom are over!  I will want to
feel this again and again.

We stood up and went for a shower and although Jack had already came twice,
under the cascading water he was hard again and being slippery with soap he
entered me easily and shot his third load.  It was not even midday!


To be continued É if you guys tell me you like the story.
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