Date: Thu, 18 Apr 2013 16:12:52 -0400
From: preecherdave@gmail.com
Subject: Introspection 3

Introspection 3

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Previous

When Blake left I felt let down but I replayed some of the scenes from
earlier today with Peter again and realized that I had to start building a
new life that I wanted. I wondered why I felt so little emotions about
leaving Peter. We had lived together for a year and yet I didn't feel any
great, deep sense of loss. It bothered me. I mentally shrugged my
shoulders; I felt dislocated, a little lonely and rudderless. But not much
else. Was there something wrong with me? Was I incapable of deep, intimate
feelings?"

Trying to get myself out of these rather depressing thoughts, I thought
that perhaps I would phone Andrew the next day to see how things had gone
with him. It was the least I could do. So that would be a first step
taken. Well second if you count Sunday at 11.

Present

I did give my life, a lot of thought. I had slept well that night after
Blake left. From a purely physical point of view, it had been very
satisfying but he was gone and I didn't want a revolving door of bed
partners in the long term.

I had left Peter and that chapter in my life was closed. I knew that I had
a lot of decisions to make, like where to live. While the connections that
I had made with men over the last couple of weeks had been exciting, I knew
that was not the life style that I wanted. The image and memories of what
Andrew and we had shared kept coming back to my mind at the oddest
times. Even after the good experience with Blake, just moments after he
left, my errant thoughts were of Andrew. I knew that we had only had one
day and a night together and I was idealizing it but I felt that there had
been a connection at a good level. I wanted to explore it if for no other
reason than to make a new friend. We had both ignored our partners that day
and it was done by both of us with our own free will, not with the prodding
of our partners. I felt that I had taken the easy route in taking the hotel
room for that Sunday night and then the next week. It really had made it
easier to sort things out. I kept wondering how Andrew had fared with the
'force of nature', that he said Matthew was.

I had finally decided on the way to work that I was going to phone him
today. I started to plan what I was going to say and what I wanted out of
the contact with him. First, I was not going to rush into a torrid affair
with him, as easy as that might be, for me. I wanted to go slowly, become
friends. I was going to suggest lunch or supper right after work sometime
soon. I thought of some movies, concerts, even walks by the river, some
sports or work outs. My final decision was that if I were to ever live with
another person, we would sit down and discuss the fundamentals of our
relationship with each other and with others. I would also want to discuss
our expectations of each other and I had a growing list of topics. I knew
that relationships didn't happen in any order but I at least wanted to
clear my own mind. Some times there were surprises, good and bad, in a
developing relationship and sometimes they didn't happen the way you
planned.

 I became immersed in an interesting situation at work as soon as I
arrived. I looked at the clock later and realized it was 10:45. I had the
time. I phoned Andrew's cell.

It rang three times and then I heard a click and some shuffling noises,
then a clunk and finally a muffled 'damn it' from the phone.

"Andrew Taylor here." He sounded flustered

"Andrew, Paul here. I promised that I would call. Sounds as if it is an
inopportune moment?"

"Paul, good to hear from you. No I don't usually keep my cell out at work
and I had to get it and then take the call. It sort of slipped out of my
fingers for a minute. How are you?"

"I'm just fine. You?"

"Interesting times."

"Interesting can mean a lot of different things."

"So can fine."

"Touché. It is good to hear your voice. I was going to suggest that we
get together for lunch or an early supper after work sometime soon and
catch up. Interested?"

"You don't even have to ask. How about tonight after work?"

I was pleased that he wanted to meet like that and so soon. We set a time
and place. That set a good tone for the rest of my day. Actually, it
dragged just bit at the end, as I wanted to get to supper. I phoned Rob to
let him know that I would be back later. He, of course, wanted all the
details and I told him, in my definite voice, later. He just laughed at me.

I arrived before Andrew. I was nervous. A passing thought said good, that
was the way it should be. I saw him first. As I remembered, tall, slim but
beautifully proportioned and the ass. Why did I keep iterating on his ass?
Maybe, because it was perfect in my eyes. I told myself to get my mind out
of the gutter. But what a lovely gutter.

I stood up. We smiled generous smiles at each other. I enveloped him in a
manly hug. You know, the grab him, not too close with back slaps, no
kisses. He had a big smile when I let go. I could almost read his thoughts,
possibly, they were just mine, 'We have done more than that together.' I
gave him my most knowing smile.

I had ordered a good local beer and he chose a lighter one but from another
microbrewery. Good taste in beer. We chatted about work but had to stop to
look at the menu and order.

I could not hold back my curiosity. "You are looking and acting in fine
form. What happened on Monday of last week? I have been wondering all
week. You and the force of nature." We both started to laugh.

"He phoned me at work, indignant that I had not come home and that I had
not called. I told him that we would discussed it at home not at work. He
tried to insist." I smiled and pointed to myself and mouthed 'same
here'. "I just told him that was not on and I would see him at the condo. I
said goodbye and over his protestations, I hung up." I put out my hand and
we shook. The smiles on our faces could have lit up a room.

"Well, was he in fine form when I arrived at the condo but I was
prepared. I roasted him for his attitude towards me and to you. By the time
I was finished he was virtually speechless. His little laid back guy had
grown some balls. Everything that he said just convinced me that we were
just too different. You should have seen his face when I repulsed his
attempt at intimacy 'to try and make things right between us' and then told
him that I would be sleeping in the second bedroom that night. His true
nature really came out. Orders, threats, and finally a door slam to his
bedroom. Breakfast was as cold as a January cold snap. We left for work and
I came back in the afternoon and moved all my important things and much of
my clothing out to a friend's place. I knew him well so that afternoon I
made copies of my keys to the building and the condo, just in case I forgot
something."

"He didn't notice anything amiss until after we finished supper. I was
sitting in the living room with a drink and asked him to come in and
talk. He asked where my computer was as he wanted to email someone. I told
him that was what I wanted to discuss. To make a long story short, I told
him I was leaving. Hell hath no fury like Matthew scorned. What he hadn't
done for me! I would regret it and if I left there was no coming back. I
just told him in detail that what he had just said and his attitude had
made it even easier to leave than I thought it would be. I just grabbed the
rest of my stuff and left.

I recounted my story, saying that there was sadness for both Peter and me,
even though he became a little steely at the end. With that out of the way,
we enjoyed supper and talked as if we had been friends for a long time. It
became obvious that we were both conscious of the time and it was time to
leave. I looked at him. "Andrew, I really enjoyed this. Would you like to
go to a movie sometime this week or ... anything else you had in mind?"

He had a little smirk on his face. What the hell was going on in his mind?
"Are you asking me out on a date?"

I almost cracked up but I forced my laughter down and imitated his
smirk. "I am asking you to go to a movie that we both would like to see." I
paused, thinking and cocked my head. I'd turn his remark back to him. "What
is your definition of a date?"

He paused looking at me. From the look on his face, I suspected that he was
choosing his words carefully. I know I would have. "In common usage, I
think that it is an activity of getting together that two people engage in
when they are trying to get to know each other better to see if they want
to continue getting together."

I knew I liked the guy. What a great question and answer. HE was setting
the parameters of our relationship. Exactly what my musings had led me
to. "A date it is. But I still would like to go to a movie or anything else
that you would prefer." We were going to be equals in this.

The decision was a movie. I got out my telephone and we searched through
Flixter to see what was on, when and where. I didn't know that choosing a
movie could be such fun. Wry comments about actors or directors. Likes and
dislikes of various kinds of films. We started to see each others likes and
dislikes. What was even better is that we ended up choosing the same
film. It was decided that Wednesday night was a good time.

"Paul, I am so glad that you phoned me and in just a week not weeks." Wow,
he remembered.

"Andrew, I am so glad you found your phone and didn't break it. We might
never have made contact."

We chuckled, paid and left the pub. Our cars were in the same direction so
we walked together, pleasantly close. We got to his car first. He looked at
me. "I hope that I am not out of place. Screw the manly hug." He leaned
over and kissed me on the lips. It was gentle and didn't linger.

I spoke with actions. I kissed him back, lingering just for a fraction. He
gave me his little, intimate smile. "I guess we don't have to worry about
the age old question." I gave him an enquiring look. "Do we kiss on the
first date?" I broke up. He had paused looking at me. "Actually to be
precise, if I remember correctly, this will be our second date."

I looked at him, hit myself on the side of my head. "How could I forget
that? First date was quite explosive." I gave him another kiss and he
pulled me closer and it lingered, by common consent. Quietly and
intimately, "See you Wednesday." He just touched my hand, nodded and got in
his car.

We had picked a little quirky British film, Salmon Fishing in the Yemen. We
both enjoyed it. We had read some of the reviews and disagreed with
several. We felt that Ewan McGregor had played the part very well and we
liked the soppy ending. In particular, I loved the quiet understated
British humour. Andrew liked the cinematography even though it was not
actually filmed in the Yemen; Morocco was spectacular. Basically, we had no
place to go back to as we were both homeless so I suggested a pub for a
drink and some food. We talked, we ate, we drank and played pool. It was
everything that I wanted to do. We didn't make any plans but we both
promised to connect.

Rob was up when I got home, with relief on his face. "Paul, you look
happy. I am so glad."

Tony walked into the room and put his hands on Rob's shoulders. I could see
Rob let himself relax into those hands. It looked so damn good. "Hey, he
almost looks human again. Did you get some?" Rob gave him a swat.

"Tony early days. We had a great night at the movies and then went to a
pub. I got a nice long kiss when we left. We are going slowly. I just met
him last week but I feel as if I have known him for years." I shrugged my
shoulders.

Rob looked at me. "What are you doing on Friday? A bunch of us are going to
the club for supper and dancing. Ask him; there is safety in numbers."

"Thanks guys. Remember no comments" I stared at Tony. Tony liked to joke
and tease.

"What me? You know me!"

"Right! Exactly but I still love you." They both laughed at my tone. When I
phoned Andrew the next day, he was delighted.

I had to get serious about my living arrangements. On Thursday night, I saw
David, the fellow who was renting my condo. It was mid May and he had until
the end of August. I gave him notice verbally and in writing. He was glad
that I had given him all that time and it was agreed that no matter what
his rental arrangements were, he could leave any time up to the end of his
lease with no penalty. He indicated that he would start looking
immediately. When I told Rob the arrangement, he and Tony looked at each
other. Tony smiled and said that they had discussed it and I could stay
until my condo was free. I insisted that I pay rent and part of the food
costs; otherwise I would move out. Terms were arranged and they were more
than fair and cheaper than the Suites.

When we were finished, Tony had a little twinkle in his eye. "We also
discussed house rules for you as well. There is a double bed and your room
is your room. Visitors permitted." He paused. "But there is one proviso."

I could see that glimmer in his eye and just the suggestion of a smirk. Rob
looked at him strangely. They hadn't discussed this part of it. "OK, I'll
bite. What?"

"You cannot yell or make a lot of noise during or at the end. Rob will be
so horny that I may never get any rest. He will totally wear me out."

We both jumped him and tickled him until he screamed uncle. How could I be
so lucky? Rob gave him a very long kiss. I told them to get a room. They
looked at each other and went to bed. I think that Tony was deliberately
noisy just to get me going that night. It did; I had to take care of myself
to get to sleep. Tony smiled a knowing smile at me the next morning. Rob
looked very relaxed and gave Tony several very intimate looks. They had had
a good night. I would not be an impediment. Friday night was going to be
'interesting'.

Friday was stressful at work as we had several problems, one of them being
a computer malfunction. We had to work a little later than usual. One of my
coworkers commented on how happy I had been this week even working late. I
just commented that life had its up and downs and this had been a great
week. I was out to the office but didn't really reveal much of my private
life there. The day had passed so quickly because of the problems and now I
was excited about meeting Andrew and the guys.

What a difference it was walking into the club with Andrew; we had arranged
to meet outside the club.  We had both arrived early. It was so good to see
him. I could see and he could feel the appraising looks he got from the
table as we approached but as I would have guessed, it was Tony first and
then Rob who were on their feet introducing themselves and giving him a hug
of welcome.

Andrew looking directly at Tony, "I've heard a lot about you guys,
especially you." He had just right tone of voice. Tony ate it up. Rob told
him he had it right, first time. This was a guy that I did want to get
know.

Tony, "I'll get you a beer. What do you want?" He looked at me. "You can
get your own." Typical Tony. I had started to talk to the guys. They
returned with Tony handing me my favourite draught. "Your beer! Don't
expect that all the time." A great start.

I saw a new Andrew. He fitted right in with the guys. He was talking,
joking and listening to them. He liked some sports and played tennis. He
had a bike and liked to ride. So did I and that was one of my problems,
storing the damn thing while I was at Rob's place. One of my friends had
found room in his locker for the next little while. The music started and
Tony got up and grabbed Andrew. Andrew looked at me and I smiled and
shrugged, mouthing 'later'. I got up with Alain whose partner couldn't make
it tonight. We had a few great dances. The music turned slow. I made my
excuses and went up to Tony and Andrew who weren't dancing but talking and
joking on the dance floor.

"Excuse me but I am going to cut in. Tony take a break." He gave me a scowl
but I knew it was an act. I grabbed Andrew and without a word we started to
dance. I could feel him melting into me as I was to him. I lifted my head
and looked at him. "You are very handsome. I like the way you dance." I
gave him a peck on the lips. His eyes looked a little dreamy as we danced.
We danced some fast ones and went back to the table. I got drinks for
Andrew, Rob and Tony. We had a great time.

The evening sped by, and we were making moves to leave. Andrew looked at me
and very quietly said, "Paul this has been a magical evening. Thank you so
much. I wish that we had somewhere to go. I would like some time with you
alone."

He was being very direct and honest and I had to admit that I felt exactly
the same. It was obvious that my timetable was way off, too slow but I had
had an idea. "Andrew, I want our first time together as something
special. I have an idea."

"I seem to remember that you have very good ideas."

"It is not totally unlike my idea a couple of weeks ago. Let's meet for
lunch, go for a walk down by the river and then go out for supper. I am
going to check into the Suites on Saturday."

"You devil. You were trying to go slowly."

"You really are a quick study. Yes, I didn't want this to be a rebound
romance. Am I going too fast?"

"No!" He paused looking intently at me. "Paul, I knew why you didn't want
to hook up that night at Matthew's place but I saw something in you that
night and certainly the next day. I have given it a lot of thought and I
know what I want. I like the idea that we are dating."

Getting to know each other. So far I wanted to keep on seeing him, a
lot. "Sometime chance can be just plain lucky. I do too."

Lunch the next day was excellent and we seemed to relax together, looking
forward to the rest of the day together and of course, thoughts of the
evening were not absent from my mind. I had strong memories of our night
together. It appeared that we were both of the same frame of mind; we
wanted to get to know the other. I realized that my timetable had been too
slow; events don't always go the way you plan. We decided on a walk by the
river and then made reservations for supper at an excellent restaurant
downtown not far from the Suites.

Lunch had been slow and the conversation had been diverse and interesting
so we arrived at the riverside park after 2:30. We knew that we shouldn't
hold hands but we walked close together lightly touching arms, hands and
legs as we ambled along the riverside.

"Tell me about yourself, Andrew. Family, background."

"I come from a small town. Dad is a plumber who now owns a small plumbing
contracting business employing a number of people. Mom works in the
pharmacy as an assistant. I have a brother Phil, more about him later. I
actually had a good upbringing. We weren't rich but we had everything that
we needed. I did well in school and was encouraged to go to University by
teachers and guidance counsellors. Dad had a bit of money put aside but I
knew that I would have to get work and save if I wanted that; so I did. I
chose business, finance and accounting because it had a possible job and
good returns if I did well. If I say so myself, I have done OK." When he
paused, he had a bit of rueful look.

"Why does there have to be a but? I never really connected with girls
although I did have some girlfriends. I was never really interested in make
out sessions but I did it because I knew that it was expected. I was
naive. In my last year of high school, I realized suddenly that I was
enjoying the company of my male friends more. I didn't think too much about
it until one night, I had a bit too much to drink and a friend and I were
horny and he suggested that we help each other." He shook his head. "Wow,
it was more exciting and satisfying than any encounter with a girl. Of
course, I didn't dare admit that to the friend because I knew that being a
'fag' was just about the worst thing possible. We stayed friends but we
never spoke of or repeated our actions. First year University, no details,
short story, I discovered that I was one of 'them'. I had a very active
year. That summer I had a visit to a University 'friend's' cottage. The
next week, he sent some emails to me that were very explicit. My hand was
busy for several nights. Somehow my brother read them and outed me to my
parents."

"My brother. He was 2 years younger and the jock. Good football player and
even better at hockey. He had a girlfriend when ever he wanted one. Slacked
off at school and looked down at the brains, like me. He ended up in low
paying jobs and got involved in drugs but mostly drinking. Outing me was
his way of levelling the home playing field. I am not an outcast because
Mom and I are really close and she laid down the law to Dad and Phil. So I
come home for holidays and put on a brave face but I know that a friend or
partner would never be welcome. Phil likes to make derogatory comments
about me and Dad doesn't even try to stop him. I just shut up and stay out
of their way as much as I can and then escape. It probably explains my
relationship with Matthew. I took a lot of the same coping mechanisms with
me. So that is me, successful in business, making good money, have some
really good friends but not the confidence or relationship skills."

"Andrew, don't sell yourself short. Maybe you haven't met the right
guys. You stood up to Matthew."

"Paul, you will never know the influence you had on that."

"Please don't just replace Matthew with me. I am not like him or Peter."

"I know that you want to go slowly but in this case, I know that I want a
little more." He stopped and scanned my body. He had a big smile and he
stopped, looking at me. "And I know that it is not little."

We both started to laugh. I looked around. No one in sight, I gave him a
big hug. I looked at my watch and commented that our reservations were in
an hour and half. Did we want to go back and freshen up and dress up a bit?
We did. In fact, we almost didn't make it out of the hotel. I had to be
very firm with Andrew.

It was interesting to be out with another man. The waiter sized up the
situation and treated us like a couple. We were both adventuresome in our
ordering and we discovered a lot about our tastes and attitudes to
food. Peter had always acted liked a snob and tried to show off in a
restaurant. Andrew and I just liked savouring the menu and had a quiet,
good natured relationship with our waiter but allowed him to keep it
professional. It was a good restaurant and our waiter knew his job well. I
was impressed by both of them when Andrew didn't finish his appetizer, a
paté, and put his fork and knife in the four o'clock position, our
waiter took one look and as he removed the plate without asking, asked
Andrew if wanted something else. Andrew just simply said that it was OK,
just not quite what he expected. The rest of the meal was delicious and the
waiter brought a small chocolate to Andrew, compliments of the house as we
had not ordered dessert. The waiter smiled broadly when Andrew used his
coffee spoon to divide it with me and fed it to me.

The meal had set the tone for the rest of evening. We had an excellent
meal, interesting and good conversation. Several times when our legs met
under the table we let them rest there. Andrew even started to rub my leg
with his. It felt great. We had decided to walk to the restaurant and as we
neared the hotel, I had taken his hand and held it. He gave me the sweetest
smile.

I had brought some desserts and some cognac and scotch with me when I
checked in and so we sat side by side eating baklava and drinking
cognac. Strange combination but it worked that night. We reviewed the day.

"Andrew, one of the nicest days that I have had in long time. Thank you."

"Paul, I cannot remember such a memorable evening. There is something that
I want to give you." I looked at him with a question. As I was about to
question him, he put his fingers on my lips and then replaced them with his
lips. We repeated our light, erotic kisses of a couple of weeks ago. I
still couldn't help thinking how incredibly erotic it was. They slowly
turned into something much deeper and active. I suddenly found his hands on
my face and hair. I was quickly lost in the feelings and sensuality that
left me almost breathless when we broke the kiss. We both smiled at each
other.

"Paul, I shall repeat what I said. I know what I want right now. I know
that you wanted to go slowly and we can but right now ...."

"Andrew, you know what? I am in your hands. Do with me what you want. I
trust you."

Andrew, this was the guy who seemed so embarrassed and hesitant that night
at Matthew's. The guy who was chastised by the force of nature. Before I
knew it, he had me out of the sitting area in the suite into the bedroom
area. He had me naked and was running his fingers over my body. I had to
stop him and I took off his clothes. When he was naked he held up his hand
to stop us and strode over to his small carry-on bag and took out a small
bag and put it on the bedside table.

I looked at him cocking my head in a question. "That is my Boy Scout
kit. You know, 'Be Prepared'."

I went over to my suitcase and took out a bag. "Never a Boy Scout but this
is my 'just in case bag'. I'll open yours if you will open mine."

By this time we were both smiling. I gave him mine and I picked up
his. "OK, open them at the same time." We both started to chuckle. Each of
us had included a bottle of lube and a huge box of condoms."

Andrew, "Man, we could stay here for a long time."

"You know we don't have ...."

He interjected. "Let's see where the mood takes us." That really got me
laughing.

Strangely the whole interlude had no effect on us physically. Actually,
maybe it did. I may have been even harder than when we started. I grabbed
him and forced him onto his stomach on the bed. I could see my prize and I
wanted it. I kissed his neck and then let my hands slowly move down his
body massaging and lightly touching him until I reached his ass. I fingered
it. He moaned. I ran my fingers up and down his crack. He moaned louder. I
leaned over and kissed and licked him. Finally, in total rapture myself, I
started to let my tongue go slowly up and down his crack.  I spread his
legs further apart and my tongue found his entrance. The moans were now
mixed with guttural sounds in his throat and when my tongue pushed in, I
had to use my hands to hold his body still. He was very vocal. Erotic? I
was so hard it hurt. I lay in top of him and had him turn his head so that
I could kiss him.

He pushed up and I found myself on my side looking at him. Without stopping
he had my cock in his mouth licking and sucking me. I just gave into the
sensations and marvelled at my feelings. He stopped and looked at
me. "Paul, I know where the mood has taken me." He grabbed his box of
condoms and lube and looked at me.

"Your choice big guy."

Before I knew it, I had a lubed condom on me and a beautiful man on his
back with his knees up and spread.  What can I say, I have not had such a
meaningful experience in a long time. After I opened him up, he pulled me
down to kiss him. It left me right at his entrance. With just a bit of
guidance from his hand, my head popped past the first muscle. Just feeling
him surround me and feeling his body pulsing could almost have finished me
but he distracted me with his kisses. My body could feel everything as his
body reacted and I knew that this time was going to be fast. Before I knew
it, I was moaning, kissing him and filling the condom. My body was racked
with sensations that I had felt before but they seemed to me to be
amplified. Unlike many times when I finished and didn't want to do anything
more, I wanted him in me. When I could finally think rationally, still in
him, I reached for the condoms and lube.

"Andrew, I want you in me now." He looked at me surprised. I came out
stripped off the condom and put one on him. I gave him a pleading look and
soon he was on me and moving in and out. I flexed my muscles as he set his
rhythm and his moans just encouraged me more. I finally felt his rhythm
change. His eyes grew large and luminous as his face reacted to the what
must have seemed like electrical currents coursing through him. I heard him
mutter my name. I could feel his many contractions. Surprised even at
myself, I realized that I was hard again. He came out of me and took me in
his mouth and finished me for a second time. I had to move him off of me I
was so sensitive.

I grabbed him holding him tight to me as we stroked each others bodies and
kissed. We eventually fell asleep. I awoke the next morning with my arms
around Andrew with his soft sounds of sleep filling the room. I realized
that some of the closeness had disappeared between Peter and me over the
last months and I suddenly realized how much I missed it. I realized that
at sometime in the last months Peter had disengaged from me. I wasn't
blaming him but I realized yet again that I had never been in love with
him. We enjoyed each others company but not much more. Maybe that was the
way of life and relationships but somehow even now at the beginning, I felt
different about Andrew. I wanted to be close; I wanted to share with him. I
knew that if we were to start a relationship, I was going to put my cards
on the table. I had wanted to go slowly but the timetable had to be set by
the two of us together. I realized that we had really done that. We had
taken each others feelings into account but had also pushed what we each
wanted. My mind wandered and I even began to formulate some of the things
that I wanted to say to him.

However, there were more pressing issues. I needed to go to the bathroom,
badly. In addition, I seemed to have a part of my body that was very hard
and in need of some attention. I raised my head and looked over Andrew. He
was in the same condition. I moved slowly and quietly. When I returned,
there were two open eyes taking in my body, a big smile on someone's face
and a very erect cock sticking provocatively up under the sheet. Subtle but
hiding nothing.

He stood up naked and erect. "Paul, I need two things, the toilet and then
you. Be back in a flash."

Needless to say we didn't get up out of bed for quite a while after he came
back. We both needed to shower after we 'dealt' with each other. I hadn't
taken a shower with anyone for a long time. It was erotic and fun. I
insisted that we use the shower as foreplay and that it was time for
breakfast. Andrew complained comically but said that he understood the
wisdom of delayed gratification.

With that in mind, breakfast was fun with each of us trying to touch the
other without drawing attention. I had never had someone take off their
shoe and caress my thighs and other things with their foot. I told him that
this was going to prolong delayed gratification because I could not stand
up to leave the restaurant. He just laughed at me and told me that waiting
in that case was OK with him.

So I used that as my time to say some things. "Andrew, using your
definition, I want to continue dating." That got a big smile and an
affirmative shake of his head. "I just want you to know that when I date, I
am only with that one person. Actually, I realize now that I feel the same
way about a partnership." I was trying to learn from my recent mistakes.

I got a frown from Andrew. My heart skipped a beat. "Damn, are you telling
me that I have to be monogamous." He screwed up his face. "Only you?" He
rolled his eyes.

I was sure that I saw just the vague hint of a grin. This was the new
Andrew that I really liked. He could put me in my place but he could agree
with me in such a delightful way. "Don't roll your eyes at me!" He did it
again. I glimpsed the hidden smile. "Once more and you get smacked on the
ass." I could only see the whites of his eyes this time. I stood up now
mostly deflated. "OK back to the room for your punishment."

"Who said it would be a punishment?" The bugger leered at me.

We jostled each other playfully as we made our way back to our room. I
decided to play this a little rougher and so I grabbed him as we entered. I
was so quick that before he knew it I had his belt undone and pants and
shorts to his knees. He stepped out of them as I pushed him into the room
so that we could see each other in the mirror of the closet. I pulled up a
chair and forced him over my knees. The first smack was soft and the next
was a little harder. He was watching, looking intently at me. Then his head
switched so that he could us in the mirror. I then started to softy but
firmly spank him. I could see his ass getting redder and his eyes started
to shine. As I hoped, he was hard. I leaned over and saw what I wanted. He
turned his head and his face was a mask of lust. We kissed. These kisses
were not soft and gentle. We invaded each others mouths. I forced him up
and started to suck him, eventually putting a finger in him. In less than
five minutes, he had my face and chest covered with semen. He quickly knelt
in front of me swallowing me completely. His face and chest was covered in
less than 2 minutes. We kissed each other combining our tastes.

We must have drifted off to sleep again because I suddenly became conscious
that Andrew had his arms around me and was snuggled up close. My movement
woke him. I turned and looked at him.

"It appears that we are making up for lost time. That or you are the
horniest bugger I have ever met." He was hard again.

"From my vantage point, we seem to be evenly matched." He looked down at my
erection.

"Andrew, I think that it is lunch time and I know a really fine bistro
close to here. I can wait if you can."

"I always like a challenge. Lunch it is."

After coffee, Andrew looked at me. "You haven't told me about your
background. I suspect that it is a little different than mine."

"Yes and no. I knew that I liked men from early on. Like you, I knew that
it would be devastating for the information to get out. I horsed around
with a few guys in grade 9 and 10 but once dating started, I kept to
myself. Went out on double dates with friends, even went to the Prom with a
girl I knew.

I ended up repressed, with little experience in my first year at University
and like you it was a great time of discovery. Had a few guys that I teamed
up for a few months but never really got close. In my second year over
Christmas, my mother was very interested in my love life, you know, the
girls I was meeting and what I was doing at New Years. In fact, I was going
back to a party of guys, some couples but lots of singles. She became
fairly insistent and intrusive even, so I finally told her that there would
be no women in my life. They were disappointed but at first, I thought that
they accepted my decision. They still attended the local Catholic church
and I came to think that they were never really reconciled to my
orientation. We sort of dropped it. I guess they were embarrassed and I
didn't want to rock the boat. They never asked again about my relationships
and certainly never suggested that I bring someone home with me. My sister,
Anne, was much more sympathetic and we became very close. Dad is a dentist
and Mom works in the public service so money has never been an issue. I
moved to the city so I go back for holidays and spend some time at the
cottage but always by myself. For some reason, I never pressed the issue
when Peter and I hooked up. I guess it was a sign that neither of us were
totally committed. All of it sort of sad in a way. They do follow my career
and are proud of what I have done but ...."

We chatted about our situations.

Andrew looked me, "So we are dating. What does that mean exactly?"

"I guess we have to decide that together."

We talked a lot about that over the next hour. I decided to try out
Andrew's gym which was closer to my work. We decided that we had to get
know each others friends. We set up a schedule as to when we would meet and
set up some plans for the following week. As the week progressed, we saw
each other and became very comfortable with each other. We went dancing
with Rob and Tony on Friday night. I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed
the evening and how totally at ease I felt with Andrew. During our last
dance, I told him about Tony making the point that my room was my
room. Andrew looked at me and told me that he was so ready right now that
he would like to do it. I told him of Tony's proviso. He broke out laughing
on the dance floor. It felt great. We were fairly quiet that night. I got a
lovely smile from Rob the next morning and Tony whispered that he was
really happy for me.

We saw each other a lot over the next few weeks. Sometimes we went back to
Rob's; sometimes, we didn't. I found that I really missed him on those days
that we didn't see each other. It wasn't the sex; I just missed our being
together, being part of each others lives. One evening over supper, I
mentioned that I had tickets for the Ballet next Thursday.

 "Paul, I know nothing about ballet or classical music for that matter."

"Is that a no?"

"I just wanted to tell you that I would be a total neophyte."

"Andrew, I love ballet. This is the National Ballet of Canada's new 2011
production of Romeo and Juliet danced to the Prokofiev score. It is one of
my favourite pieces of music. The new production was considered a great
success. Prokofiev is a 20th century composer; his music is modern but
lyrical at the same time."

"I find out more and more about you all the time. If you will take me, I
promise not to embarrass you with my lack of understanding."

"Andrew, all you have to do is sit back, immerse yourself and let yourself
be embraced by the dancing, acting and the music. Maybe this will be your
moment like Julia Roberts at the Opera in Pretty Woman." I shrugged my
shoulders and smiled.

"Don't expect tears over a ballet from me." I shrugged and smiled again.

The week passed quickly and we were suddenly at supper at the Centre for
the Arts' restaurant. It was interesting that Andrew was nervous because he
didn't want to disappoint me. He looked smashing in his casually elegant
open shirt, form fitting pants and smart new dress jacket. Supper was as
usual very good and we were very quickly in our seats. I had bought the
tickets months ago and we had seats very close to the stage. The conductor
raised his baton and the opening notes sounded. I reached over and squeezed
Andrew's hand. He smiled that lovely smile. I was captivated. A couple of
times I looked over at him and he seemed totally engaged with the music and
the dancing. He laughed at the humour in some of the dancing in the crowd
scenes. I could see him react to the theme music that runs through the
score. Suddenly, it was sudden to me, the curtain closed on the first act.

I looked at him. "Paul, I would never have guessed that the music and
dancing could have such an incredible effect on me."

"You liked it?"

"Blown away would be a better word."

We moved out to the lobby and got a drink from the bar. I saw some friends
over at the side and we joined them. Of course, the talk was all about the
performance. I was surprised by Andrew's insightful comments about the how
the age of Romeo and Juliet were so much closer to what he had always
thought they should be, in their teens. He commented on the incredible
ensemble dancing of some of the men in the town centre scenes. I was
impressed but said nothing. We spent the second act intermission by
ourselves. I watched him in the third act and final act which moves quickly
and does some really interesting things to tell the story in dance. He was
entranced. The ending was quick, incredibly poignant but not maudlin. I sat
mesmerized as the curtain came down. I felt Andrew put his hand in mine. I
looked at him. I was astonished when I saw that his eyes were moist and he
was clearly trying to control his emotions.

As we stood with the audience for a standing ovation that was spontaneous,
he whispered thank you to me. As we clapped, I saw him wipe his eyes
quickly trying to make it look as if he had something in his eye. It was at
that point that I knew that Andrew and I were going to become closer much
faster. It was a defining moment. I realized that Peter had only gone to
the ballet to be seen and to talk to friends. I realized yet again that
Peter and I had had little deep emotional attachment. I also made up my
mind on another matter that I had let slide because I was wondering if I
would be acting too fast or too soon.

Needless to say, the drive to Rob's place was filled with exited comments
about the production, music and dancing. We made love slowly and
passionately that night almost as if we were the star crossed lovers.

Andrew was like a kid about the performance the next morning over
breakfast. Tony and Rob couldn't get a word in over Andrew's enthusiasm. As
we left, we made arrangements for supper at a pub that night. The day went
slowly as I prepared for what I was going to suggest to Andrew. He was
already at a table when I came in.

We reviewed our day and more comments about the previous evening which
brought legs against each other. I decided not to give a lot of
preamble. "Andrew, I have an idea and a suggestion. Dave, the fellow who
rents my condo, has found a place and my condo will be free at the
beginning of July. You haven't found a place to live. Would you consider my
place ... if you are interested? It has two bedrooms and is quite
comfortable but it needs a bit of work." I stopped and looked at him. He
was absolutely still, looking at me. He didn't say a thing. "Ah shit, I am
going too fast?"

"Would I consider? Would I be interested? Too fast? Let's see ... yes, yes
and a definite no." He paused with a goofy grin. "You bloody well took me
by surprise. I have one proviso, a deal breaker."

I gave him a frown with a questioning look. He looked at me. He pursed his
lips. "One bedroom and one study with a sofa bed for guests or family,
only." Now I had the goofy grin. That was it; we were living together. I
guess my go slowly timetable was shot to hell and I was overjoyed.


Author's Note

There is another chapter coming after the proofreading etc. is finished.  I
hope to publish next Thursday or Friday.

Let me know your thoughts on this chapter       preecherdave@gmail.com


If you liked this story, you might want to read the others that I have
published on Nifty. In particular, Unexpected Change which has had the most
positive comments and one of my favourites, Getting My Act Together.

Unexpected Change, Nifty, College, April 16, 2011
Friendship, Nifty, Adult Friends, May 20, 2011
Surprising Last Year at University, Nifty, College, June 9, 2011
Murder Changed My Life, Nifty, Beginnings, July 8, 2011
What is Love?, Nifty, Beginnings, August 31, 2011
Getting My Act Together, Nifty, Adult-Friends, November 10, 2011
Surprised, Nifty, Adult-Friends, January 14, 2012
Surprised Eric and Dave, Beginnings, February 10, 2012
Surprised Graham and Robert, Nifty, Adult-Friends, March 22, 2012
What a Difference a Year Makes, Nifty, Adult-Friends, September 13, 2012
Discoveries, Nifty, Beginnings, November 1, 2012
Introspection, Nifty, April, 2013