Date: Thu, 23 May 2013 14:29:18 -0400
From: preecherdave@gmail.com
Subject: Introspection 8

Introspection 8

Author's Note        and        Reflections

I had written, in some form, all the chapters that you have read for this
story before I started to publish the first chapter eight weeks ago. I am
having a bit of a dry spell and unlike the last chapters, I have nothing
written to continue the story at this time. I do have ideas for future
chapters but I am not certain if I should end the story (I could with the
ending of this chapter) or give myself a bit of time to think, reflect and
perhaps pick it up in a month or so.

This is a rather long way to say that there will be nothing published next
week or the week after or even longer. I have had some really encouraging
emails about the writing and the storyline. Thanks yet again to all who
have taken the time to write. It is much appreciated. I have tried to reply
to every email.

Have a great summer, well up here in the northern hemisphere; I have
enjoyed the emails from Australia.  Cheers.  Dave

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The story is not autobiographical and is a product of the writer's fertile
imagination.


Previously

This was a Christmas that I would never forget no matter what would happen
in our lives. We were in my mother's home, together. My mother had helped
us each choose a ring for the other and we had both placed it on the same
finger. We had been to parties together as a couple. We had signed legal
documents that had bound us to each other.

We kissed and made love because we knew that is what it meant to both of
us. It was a night filled with passion and love, soft and gentle but at the
same time electrifying in its intensity. I woke the next morning to find
Andrew on his side looking at me. I knew from the intensity of the look
that we were not finished with our celebration of each other. When we
finished, we went hand in hand to the kitchen to start making breakfast for
my family. There were touches and kisses as we started coffee and put out
the food for preparation until we heard the first footsteps down the hall.

Before the arrival, I turned Andrew to me, whispering, "Thank you love. The
most wonderful Christmas ever." He got a peck on the lips which finished
just before my mother came into the room.



Present

I really did have regrets leaving Mom and Dad's early on Boxing Day. We had
had a Christmas to remember. It was all that I could have hoped
for. Several times on the drive to Andrew's place, I looked down at my hand
to see the ring glistening in the sunny day. One time Andrew caught me.

"Regret the decision?" I shook my head emphatically as I held up my hand to
show it to Andrew. He held up his with the same smile on his face.

We arrived to a boisterous welcome from the Taylors. We had lunch and then
Janice started to prepare a big Christmas dinner for that night. Phil and
Julie were there and it would be a time for present opening and catching
up. I didn't mind another Christmas dinner with such a great family. Of
course, Janice had a different style of cooking and choice of
vegetables. She was a great cook. Her Christmas pudding was the best I had
ever had anywhere, any time. I would never tell my mother that.

As we were opening presents later, Janice finally made a comment. "I cannot
hold back any longer. Christmas present or something else?" Julie smiled
and the men, Jack and Phil, were muttering what was she talking about. We
held up our rings. They were still drawing blanks.

Janice, "Straight men! You either don't see or don't know. Jack! What is on
the finger of your left hand?"

Jack's response was classic. "Uh? What?" He paused looking at his finger
with his wedding band and then at his son's finger. "Oh, shit."

We both started to laugh. It was infectious; Jack's words and his looks set
everyone off. Even he joined in. When he could finally talk, Andrew filled
everyone in on the Christmas gifts and our decisions. With that out of the
way, we finished the gifts. Janice made my evening, when she quietly told
me as we cleaned up that she was so happy for her son and for me. She gave
me a hug and kiss. Needless to say that Andrew and I celebrated that
evening. We both realized again how far we had come.

Phil confirmed that the decision that he had made was firm. He had signed
up with the community college and would be living with us for the next
term. We invited him and Julie for New Years Eve if they hadn't planned
something with friends in town. They told us that they would let us know
later that day. We let them know that they could come early, stay at our
place and Julie could stay as long as she wanted.

We arrived back home with a huge number of things to do. I had rented wine
glasses, cups and plates. A pick up. We had decided on buying a few plates
of fruits and vegetables. We needed fresh coffee, prepared food that I had
ordered.  Oh candles and candle holders. Flowers for the table. Don't
forget the cheese. The shrimps need to be thawed. Oh shit, I sat down and
wrote it all down. We did some things together which was fun and then split
up. By the end of the penultimate day before New Years, we were ready. My
crazy partner loved the word 'penultimate' and after looking it up, I had
started to use it. That was the day that Phil and Julie arrived. Sorry,
guys prepared food from Costco for that supper. It turned out to be
delicious and the supper was fun. Breakfast, you are on your own.

With the help of Phil and Julie, when they finally got up, the buggers
having that just fucked look, we spent the day getting ready enjoyably. An
hour before the party, we were sitting dressed and ready to receive
guests. We lit the candles. The place looked spectacular. We had gone out
and bought elegant serving dishes and platters with the idea that they
could become part of our dinnerware. Some were white and others a beautiful
deep blue. The blue matched my ring. The oriental rugs that Andrew had
bought looked spectacular. The place looked quite chic.

Guests started to arrive but the party for us really started when Rob and
Tony arrived. We knew that a lot of people were only stopping by but Rob
and Tony were staying the evening along with other friends and some of the
people from our offices. Keith was coming but had not yet met a friend that
he wanted to invite.

We had two surprises. I had invited Chris, the guy who Andrew had taken on
at my staff party but he had not replied that he was coming. He arrived
alone but soon fitted in with our office staffs. I did notice that he had a
very long conversation with Tony and they seemed to be enjoying it with
lots of laughter.

The biggest surprise was when I opened the door to Alexander Grey, my CEO
and his wife. I had invited them but didn't really expect them. They told
us straight off that they were here for a short time as they had a supper
dance to go to.

Andrew took his wife for introductions and a drink.

What do you call your CEO at a party, even your own. OK, Paul start off
safely. "Sir, what would like to drink?"

"Paul, perhaps, tonight, it might be appropriate to call me
Alexander. Maybe Mr. Grey back at work. What are you offering?"

"You tell me what you would like and I'll tell you if you are having that."

He gave me a big smile. "Scotch?"

"A man of good taste. What sort do you like? I have some choices."

"Peaty, bit of smoke with a bit of honey on the tongue."

"How about some of my favourite, Langavulin?"

"I was not asking you take out a second mortgage on the condo. But if you
insist."

"I assume neat." He gave me the 'you don't have to ask' look. He savoured
the scotch by inhaling the nose, and then taking just the smallest sip and
letting it linger on the tongue. I did the same. We both sighed with
pleasure at almost the same time.

He looked around the condo. "Very elegant, Paul. I bet that there was no
decorator and you and Andrew did this yourself, the decorating, not the
work." I nodded yes. He moved over to the picture that Janice had taken of
me on the fallen tree looking like a safari hunter, chainsaw held like a
gun. I explained the circumstances in some detail. "What I suspected, a man
of considerable talents. I see that Chris is here and most of your team."

I shrugged. "I consider Chris part of my team."

"I had heard the rumour. You work in mysterious ways, sir."

"Your intelligence network again! You are scary Alexander but then we all
have our sources." I raised my eyebrows. He raised his eyebrows. "Just
joking, Sir!" We were both chucking by this time. "Come, I can refresh your
drink with the same or you can try another malt?" He looked at his watch
and said not this time; they had to go. As the savvy CEO, he made the
rounds wishing his staff a Happy New Year and spent a little time with
other guests. Learn from his example Paul. It was obvious that Barbara had
enjoyed her time with Andrew and some of the other guests. They left
thanking us for the hospitality. Barbara reiterated that she was impressed
with our condo. Alexander nodded his agreement.

My boss had turned up. He seemed to be taking everything in. He almost
looked as if he was evaluating the crowd, the atmosphere and the condo. I
figuratively threw up my hands and said who cares. It was a good visit and
I now had a party to enjoy, our first big party. Soon we organized the men
and rolled up the rug and had Tony put on some dance music.

The party went into a new phase. Those that didn't want to dance ended in
the kitchen or the hall. I noticed that Phil and Julie were enjoying some
of the younger members of both staffs and seemed to be really enjoying
themselves. We danced a few dances and then went back to our host duties. I
went into the kitchen to find Chris and Keith in deep conversation. They
seemed to stop when I entered. Was I interrupting something? Nah, they were
just being attentive to me asking if I needed any help. So I set them to
thawing more shrimp, filling food bowls and the cheese tray.

No one seemed to be the least bothered by gay and straight couples dancing
and holding each other after dances. I made certain that I circulated,
spending time with office staff and friends. Alexander had it down to an
art. I learned quite a bit about people that I worked with.

As we drew closer to midnight the couples seemed to get closer together. I
watched Tony and Rob and loved to see them so happy and connected with each
other. We organized the flutes and opened the bubbly a few minutes before
12. It was all on the table ready to go. We did the usual countdown. I had
provided hats and noise makers. Pandemonium broke out a 12. I didn't care
who was there and what they saw. I took Andrew in my arms and kissed him
deeply. "Thanks love for the year that we have had. It has been the best
year of my life. Lots more to come."

"Why do you get to say these things first?"

"Because you are slow?"

He kissed me again. "Lover, you have changed my life." I wiped the tears
from his eyes.

I surveyed the room. Phil and Julie appeared to be having the same
conversation that we were having. Rob and Tony were just engaged with each
other; no one else was in their world at this moment in time. I noticed
that Jerry and his wife were acting very formally with each other; she had
seemed detached when I had talked to her earlier. I shrugged my
shoulders. I saw Keith smiling at me and I went over and gave him a hug and
a Happy New Year. Chris was not far away talking to some other staff
members. I had seen him shaking hands with Keith at midnight and toasting
each other. I went up to Chris. I smiled at him and pulled him into a manly
hug wishing him all the best for the New Year. I was surprised when his
body lost its tension and he hugged back. He pulled apart. "Paul, you have
broken all my stereotypes. I can only thank you a lot. Happy New Year, you
deserve it." Wow.

We brought out the main course and started to put the alcohol out of easy
reach. I brought out the coffee, reminding people that there were lots of
police out checking. I saw that many people had stopped drinking but I
noticed that Chris had not. He seemed to be on a mission to lose himself in
drink. I was waylaid by some people leaving at one o'clock. The party was
breaking up. Quite a few of the people had walked or were waiting for
taxis. I suddenly realized that Chris was really not in the best of
shape. He had had much more to drink than I thought.

"Keith, can you help me? I think that Chris is wasted and I don't want him
driving. He can stay here on the couch or you could drive him home."

"I have a couch at my place. I'll take him with me. I stopped drinking
quite a while ago. By the way, I really enjoyed tonight. Met some
interesting people." I raised my eyebrows. He knew what I was
asking. "Possibly."

I went over to Chris. "Looks as if you really had a good time. Did you
drive over?" He shook his head in a yes and pulled out his keys." How could
I be so lucky? I took them looking at them. "Hey is this one of those
keyless cars." He nodded yes and I pretended to examine them. I called Tony
over. "Tony, Chris has a keyless car." I whispered to him asking him if
Chris should be driving. He engaged him in conversation and shook his head
no. Quietly, I asked Tony to talk to him. I kept the keys. Tony was good. I
finally heard Chris say that he had no place to sleep if he didn't drive.

Keith looked at him. "Come on. My couch is free and I have lots of
ibuprofen and coffee for tomorrow morning." Keith muttered that he hoped
that he had lots of plastic bags in case Chris didn't make it to the
bathroom in time. I made a mental not to forget to give him some bags. They
left with plastic bags and Keith guiding Chris carefully down the hall.

Rob, Tony, Phil and Julie helped us put the food away and load dishes and
glasses into the return boxes for the rentals. Then we loaded the
dishwasher and I put the makings for coffee in the machine with
instructions for the first up to turn it on. Rob and Tony left with a look
to each other that said the evening had not ended. I looked at my guy and
his eyes were intense and almost steamy. We said goodnight to Phil and
Julie and I gave them an exaggerated no noise sign. Phil gave me the
finger. Phil was growing on me.

I tackled Andrew as we entered the room and ended up on top of him on the
bed. We invaded each others mouths and his hands roamed my back and
eventually under my shirt. It felt so good.

We broke the kiss and he finally spoke. "What an incredible evening, our
first party. I think that Barbara Grey likes me."

"Likes you. I hope that you are not looking to replace me."

As he spoke, his fingers stroked the outline of my erection in my
pants. "She could never replace you. Big guy." He squeezed my erection as
his said the words 'never replace you' and as he emphasized the words 'big
guy'. We both started to laugh and then continued the kiss.

I was so turned on by the evening, the kiss and the little interplay of
jests, that I really didn't know where to start. Luckily, tonight my
partner did. I could tell that this was going to be a night of intense love
making. He started by manoeuvring me off of him and then he slowly took off
my shirt. Then it was his fingers, mouth and tongue all over my chest,
nipples and down my front to my belt. Each lick or nip of my nipples caused
me to make a noise in my throat. I watched him as he slowly undid my belt
and zipper. He took my pants off with excruciating slowness. My erection
sprang up to a little smile from Andrew and a little sound of
appreciation. I think that he muttered that Barbara didn't stand a chance.

Have you ever had someone just lick the head of your cock not touching
anything else so that all the sensations were focused in that one
spot. When finally my pleadings worked and the head was surrounded by a
warm, wet mouth with the tongue still working its magic, I figured that I
reached a pinnacle that I could not surpass. Wrong yet again. After he
finished deep throating me, his tongue was on my balls, licking and then
sucking them like rare delicacies. Waves of pleasure ran through me. I
finally stopped him and insisted that I undress him. He said no. It
appeared that he really was in charge this night. He stood up and slowly
stripped with me lying on my side watching him.

It was so erotic to see my lover slowly reveal himself yet again to me and
the look of intensity in his eyes increased the eroticism. He was finally
naked. How I loved that lean, toned body. The light hair on his chest, the
narrow waist and beautifully proportioned cock that was at a 45 degree
angle, red, inflamed and pulsing slightly. I wanted to touch it but he
stood there and then turned so that I could see his ass. Oh shit, he knew
my weakness. When he finally turned around, he was smiling at me.

"You like?"

"You have no idea how much."

"Your eyes and some other parts of your body tell me." He moved toward
me. "No touching with your hands!" He moved and placed the head of his
erection on my lips. I opened my mouth and he pushed in until just the head
was in. He thrust gently in and out with just the head. He moaned as he
went deeper, never going too deep. His taste, his actions turned me on even
more. I felt filled with sexuality and need. He came out. He said nothing
but brought out the lube. His fingers in me lit the fire completely. When
he finally entered me as we kissed, I could only moan deep in my
throat. There were tears in my eyes. He was so gentle but everything was
firing every nerve in my body and my brain.  We made love for a long
time. He stopped several times so that we could literally cool
down. Eventually, I was ready and needing to explode and his movement were
becoming more insistent and intense.  He finally raised himself up on his
arms holding himself above me. He smiled and nodded his head giving me the
OK to stroke myself. Nothing was said. We knew what the other wanted. I
started first with a huge explosion that reached my shoulder and then my
chest. I accentuated the natural contractions hoping that it would finish
him and it did. I felt him push in and stop. The look on his face was pure
erotic pleasure. I was sure that I could feel him contracting as he shot in
me. I messaged him with my muscles. He was very vocal. Whoops, I would hear
about that tomorrow morning.

When we finally got out of bed the next day, I could smell coffee brewing
and chat in the kitchen. I went down the hall and Phil and Julie were
sitting side by side having coffee and holding hands. Phil looked up at me
with a really nice smile. "You get one free, the noise that is. Thanks for
the great party. We had a special time." Julie nodded her head vigourously.
I gave them both a quick hug.

We were lazy for most of the day but finally readied ourselves for Keith,
Tony and Rob who we had suggested to come over for supper to eat up the
mountain of leftovers. A surprise was in store. Keith phoned in the late
afternoon asking if he could bring Chris. Chris had stayed the day and he
had intended to get his car and leave. I told Keith to explain the evening
so he knew what he was getting into. We were going to eat, relax and then
watch the New Years celebration from Vienna with the Vienna Symphony. Mom
had insisted that Andrew and I watch it and knowing Mom, she would want a
report. Chris and Keith turned up together. We heard all the gory details
of Chris' hangover but there was a vibe, a feeling that they had enjoyed
the day together. I told myself to shut up and make no comments. Maybe I
was learning.

I had warned them what to expect. I did not anticipate their
reaction. There were the ohs and ahs over the gilt and extravagant
architecture of the Musikverein. But the guys were simply stunned by the
flowers that were everywhere in the hall. They enjoyed the music, the
performance of the conductor and what really surprised me was that they all
talked in superlatives of the ballet dancing in the old palaces of the
former Austrian Empire. It looked as if this might become a tradition in
the years to come. Mom was so pleased when I told her in detail of the
reactions. Andrew expressed his reactions in a very physical way, after
everyone was gone or in bed. I figured I would make that part of the
tradition as well.

Back at work. It was going to be a busy several months. We had set to work
immediately on sending engineering details to the French team. We worked
hard. On the second day back, Keith had some specification questions for
me. When we were finished, I gave him a look. "Anything that you want to
talk about?" I had seen him and Chris talking during the day and eating
lunch together. I had had more vibes.

"I wondered how long it would take you. You are too damned perceptive. You
see everything." He told me the story. They had arrived back at his place
on New Years Eve and Chris was amorous, no, horny. Keith had been
astonished and very wisely told Chris that he would not do anything with a
guy who was drunk. He was firm and he finally got Chris in bed and
asleep. He said that he didn't want to ruin a friendship and he didn't want
angry recriminations the next day. He was surprised. After coffee and
ibuprofen the next morning, he received an apology and a thank you from
Chris. He also heard over the next hours a long exposé from Chris about
his feelings and personal situation. They agreed late in the afternoon that
they would see each other and see where it would lead. All Chris' anti gay
talk had been fear for his own feelings and his inability to sort them
out. He said that he would keep me posted but no comments to Chris. You
could have blown me over with a feather. Hmm, better not repeat that phrase
to Andrew. On second thought, maybe I would.

We were doing very well and emails, faxes and Skype conversations were
flowing often with Paris. Language didn't seem to be a problem. Towards the
middle of the second week back, one of the team members brought me some
calculations that she couldn't figure out. They had been made by Jerry and
they were wrong. We corrected them. I was debating what to do; they were a
minor error but still an error. The next day I was going over a report to
be sent over to France when I stumbled upon some inconsistencies. They were
major and as it turned out they had been done by Jerry. It was a Thursday
and I took them home and spent a fair amount of time correcting them. I had
observed Jerry that day and he looked exhausted and totally unfocused.

I saw him in the late morning on Friday and he looked really out of it,
tired, slightly dishevelled, not the Jerry I knew.

"Jerry. What are doing for lunch?"

"I am not that hungry. I may grab a snack downstairs."

Not eating either. I made a snap decision. "No, I think that you and I are
going out for a bite to eat." He looked as if he were going to object. I
simply shook my head. "Jerry, we are going for lunch now." He read the iron
in my voice. Did I notice a bit of relief in his face and posture?

You are never prepared for this conversation. He and his wife were having
problems. It had escalated over the holidays. She was staying our late and
being vague about what she was doing or just telling him to butt out. Their
sex life was non existent and she became defensive or offensive when he
brought the topic up. He suspected that she was having a affair. He wasn't
sleeping and he was feeling lethargic and out of it at work. Shit what do
you say? I felt right out of my depth.

"Jerry, I am no good at this stuff but I know one thing. You need sleep."
He shrugged to say what can I do. "Jerry, do you have a doctor?" No was his
answer. "Can I phone mine for you? You need sleep even if it is chemical! I
know what I would feel like if I wasn't getting any sleep and I certainly
would not know how to handle my partner or a situation like this without
sleep."

It looked as if a light bulb had gone off in his head. My doctor was an old
friend from University and we did little favours for each other. I had
installed a lot of his computer system. By mid afternoon, I had an
appointment for Jerry with my doctor at 5 that night. He did it for me as
his last unscheduled appointment. That is called a miracle in our medical
system. I knew that Jerry was desperate and from his thanks, I was certain
that he would go when I ordered him to leave early to make the appointment
on time. I asked if he wanted to get out of the house Saturday or
Sunday. There was look of relief on his face. It looked as if I was
throwing him a life line. In fact, I invited him for lunch at our place on
Saturday and he could stay as long as wanted. An idea came to me. I phoned
James, our lawyer, and asked him if he knew any really good marital
counsellors that they used in their practice for clients. Brilliant, he
gave me two highly recommended names.

Andrew smiled and gave me the nicest look when I told him the story. He
would stay for lunch and then go out and do some chores that afternoon so
that we could talk. When Jerry came in on Saturday, I took one look at him
and gave him a big smile. He already looked better. "Aren't chemicals
great?" I had asked my doctor to start with sleep and not jump to
antidepressants and he had told me that was exactly what he would do.

"Paul, I already feel more in control. I decided to leave today exactly as
my wife has been doing without telling her what I was doing. She looked a
bit shocked. I think that she has felt in the driver's seat and I have come
across as too needy and compliant."

We didn't talk any more about the situation and had a great lunch. We went
out and did some chores that I wanted to do and he did a couple. We were
going to play some pool with the guys that night and I invited him
along. He seemed reinvigorated when he left us that evening. He had agreed
to phone each of the counsellors and make an appointment with one as
quickly as they could see him. He also accepted the fact that, for a while,
I would check his work just in case. He knew that this was just between us.

At our Monday morning meeting, I saw a rested, more confident
Jerry. Nothing was said by either of us and he contributed in a really
positive way to the meeting. As I was about to leave that evening, I
received a telephone call from Mr. Grey's office asking me to drop in
before I left.

We talked about the project and he was impressed with how it was
going. "Paul, I hear that there were some errors in calculations last
week. I assume that they were caught and fixed up."

"Grey's intelligence working as usual. Yes they were caught and the
situation is being dealt with. I hope that is all you have to know; I am
dealing with it actively and things are smooth." I used his old hand
gesture.

Chuckling, "Mr. Watson, I trust your judgement and I know that if things
are not working out that I shall be the first to know?" I liked his subtle
approach.

I gave him an impish smile. I hoped that it was not inappropriate. "You
seem to be the first to know all the time but I shall report to you
personally if things do not go as they should."

"Thanks, Paul. You know that I am here if you need any help but if I know
you, I suspect that you won't need it. See you tomorrow."

I could tell both from his work, his looks and his behaviour in the office
and with the team, that he was dealing with the situation much better. He
finally sat down with me and gave me an update over lunch late the next
week. They were seeing a counsellor together and Jerry wasn't certain that
he wanted to repair the damage with his wife. The 'cheating' with the guy
had been going on for a long time and he wasn't convinced that his wife was
totally committed to their marriage. He had met a few other woman over
drinks after work and things had led to things and he was leaning towards a
separation. It was at that point that I shared my experience with Peter. We
were becoming very close. I let Mr. Grey know that the situation was in
hand and he indicated that he was aware. I just shook my head at
him. However, I had learned an important lesson to observe, to cultivate
people and to listen carefully to what was going on around the office.

Phil was working out really well living at our place. He kept his room neat
and helped with dishes and clean up. He even prepared the odd meal on the
weekend. He spent most of his time at the college. He assured us that the
courses was going well. It came out from a telephone message that he had
phoned Chris whom he had met and liked at New Years and Chris had been
helping him with some of the concepts and programing of his computer
courses. I also found out that they had had some in depth discussions on
sexual orientation. I was amazed. Phil told him that he had to make up his
mind and he had to be honest with any person he was dealing with about what
he was feeling and wanting. It appeared that he was seeing a lot of Keith
and Phil like both of them. I had not pressed the issue with Keith but I
had told him to bring Chris to the club if and when he thought he
should. Phil was a dark horse who was impressing me more and more.

The French team were arriving in February and I suddenly realized that
Andrew and I had not had a lot of time together alone. I had an idea.

I made certain in late January that we went out to some performances at the
Centre for the Performing Arts and to movies with just the two of us. One
night over dinner I made my suggestion, a weekend in Montreal. Andrew loved
the idea. We left early the next Friday afternoon and arrived just after 5
at a little boutique hotel in Old Montreal. We were surrounded by old
heritage buildings, cobble stone streets and some fine restaurants. It was
windy and cold as hell but I had my guy and it was very romantic. I wanted
to sing through the streets that I had my love to keep me warm. I had
joined a choir and music was becoming really important to me again.

We had supper at a small bistro near our hotel. Wonderful service and great
food. I used only French as I had to get back into regular usage of it. The
waiter was impressed as he heard me switch between the two languages while
ordering and discussing our choices. I think that helped explain the great
service. I had also found a gay dance bar and club fairly close to the
hotel and we arrived there around 10:00. The place was packed and the
energy levels were incredibly high. The place was filled with some of the
hottest guys I have ever seen. At one point, I caught Andrew staring at a
hot couple.

I tapped his shoulder and he turned to look at me. "Any regrets." As I said
it, I held up my ring.

He looked at me for what felt like a long time. "Yes, a big one."

His answer surprised me. "Well?"

"I really regret not meeting you sooner." I leaned over and gave him a kiss
to remember.

The dancing was incredible. Both of us turned down several invitations to
dance. Tonight was our night to connect and connect we did. Later, we went
to the bar for a drink and a guy and his friend started talking to us. I
was surprised at how well Andrew spoke and understood French. He had
attended a late immersion program and he had developed a good accent. I had
attended a French school up to the middle of high school when I switched to
an English collegiate to develop my English language math skills and
vocabulary. I knew early that I wanted to be an engineer and the
universities that I was interested in were English speaking only. We did
split up and dance with them but I had let the guy, André, who I danced
with, know that we didn't do anything with other couples. We parted good
friends after a wonderful evening. We exchanged business cards.

We were lying in bed, Andrew observed, "So you told André that we didn't
do anything with anyone else. That is exactly what I said to Michael. So I
guess you just have me."

"I could tell how aroused you were all night. They probably could too and
wanted a piece of that lovely action." I fingered the outline of his
erection in his rather tight pants. "Maybe it was that lovely butt that
they were interested in."

"No, I would say that André was focusing on your spectacular body. Your
pants were quite tight tonight as well. To say nothing of the shirt that
hugged you chest. You were hot." Andrew raised his eyebrows several times.

"You want it? Come and get it."

"I want you where I can see you, all of you." Andrew stood up dragging me
up. He steered me to the bathroom where he turned off the lights leaving
just the lights in the hall on.

It was a strange setting but I knew what he wanted and I warmed to the
idea. To see each other, all of us in 3D in the dim light. I kissed him
with his back to the mirror and I could see that beautiful ass covered in
the tight pants he had worn. No wonder André and Michael were drawn to
us. I could see my hands moving over it, feeling every tight curve. When I
took off his shirt, I could see his chest, tight and firm but I could also
see the taut back narrowing down to his waist in the mirror.

"Not so fast. I want to see too." As he turned me around, he took off my
shirt and ran his hands over my chest and nipples. I could feel myself
tense and shudder slightly. "Now what I really wanted is right here." He
undid my belt and zipper and in one motion pulled my pants off pulling them
to the floor. He stood up and I could tell that he was watching in the
mirror as he ran his fingers over my ass lightly pulling the short hair. He
laughed as he felt my cock pulse with excitement. "You turn me on every
time that I look at you."

I decided to let Andrew take the lead. I enjoyed it when he surprised me
with his needs. He could be very inventive. We had had showers before we
dressed for supper and so I was not totally surprised when he turned me to
face the mirror, turned me partially sideways and ordered me to lift my
right leg to the vanity. He kissed and licked me down my back until he was
on his knees doing the same to my ass. What a turn on to see my rigid cock
pulsing and Andrew's tongue nearing and then touching my entrance.

He must have read my mind. "Don't touch it!" He paused. "Smile if you
want. You are mine tonight!"

I watched his hands move up my side and slowly move to my nipples. His
thumbs and fingers encircled them and squeezed softly at first and then
harder and harder. As he pushed his tongue against my hole at the same
time, I knew that I was in for an amazing experience. Even I could see the
surprise, then the pain and pleasure morph slowly across my face. "Andrew,
I am yours. No questions asked."

He stood up and as he liked to do, he turned to the mirror so that we could
both see him and he slowly took off his pants. As we looked at each other,
he shook his head no. "Don't move." He left the bathroom and returned with
the lube. He uncapped it and handed it to me. "You know what to do."

I made a move to put it on my cock. "Wrong. Very bad boy." I received two
sharp smack across the ass. I closed my eyes and my faced must have
displayed my intense pleasure. He smiled and gave me a questioning look. I
smiled and carefully put lots on him. "Now, yourself, in the correct
place."

It was erotic to see his cock glistening with lube and to see myself in the
mirror putting the lube in myself. I was truly in another space as he came
behind me.

I looked at him in the mirror. This time I wanted something. "I am going to
place you exactly and I don't want you hesitate. I want you in hard and
fast." I reached around, grabbed him at the base of his cock and moved him
until he was right at my opening. "Go. Don't stop, please. All the way in."

He pushed in, hesitated for a fleeting moment checking my face and then
quickly embedded himself in me. I had so many feelings. A little pain, a
feeling of intense fullness, pleasure as he passed over the prostate and
pure exhilaration that Andrew was in me. Then followed one our most
exuberant and sexy love making sessions. We talked to each other. We
crooned and moaned. His hands were all over my body and he finally started
to stroke me. I managed to get one hand underneath and caress his balls and
thighs. Several times I looked at our faces suffused in passion. He started
to stroke my cock harder and faster as he pummeled inside me. As I neared
my finish, I turned my head to him.

"Lover, nipples and a kiss will finish me." He kissed me as he pinched my
nipples alternating between hard and softly. That did take me over and I
watched as jets pulsed out of me. I could feel him speed up as I massaged
him with my internal muscles. He called my name and exhaled as he started
to finish in me. He was whimpering with pleasure and his face was mask that
was flushed in a red glow in his cheeks. We kissed again. He eventually
came out. I could feel his semen down my leg and could feel his wetness
pressed against me as we turned to each other and kissed again. We starred
into each others eyes knowing that we had connected on a different level
tonight.

We spent the next day wandering around underground Montreal finally
arriving at the Musée des Beaux Arts in the late morning. They had a
special show that had very good reviews. We enjoyed it thoroughly. We
wandered around the east end of the city finding a good bistro before we
took the Metro to the Biodome to finish our afternoon. We went to one of
the most highly recommended restaurants in Montreal that
night. Spectacular! Later that evening was almost as inventive as the
previous night except I was in charge.

On the drive home the next day, we chatted and talked like the friends that
we were. At one point, we were just driving in companionable silence, I
started to hum one of the songs that we were signing in my choir. He didn't
know it but I had been asked to sing a solo in this song so I was already
learning the entire piece by heart. I was half way through memorizing it
but I still had a couple of months.

"What's the tune? It sounds very familiar."

"Oh, it is a piece that we learning for our concert in late April. It is
from South Pacific, a lovely arrangement for an SATB (soprano, alto, tenor
and bass) choir."

"Can you sing it for me."

I looked over at him with a soft, intense look. "If I could dedicate this
song, it would be dedicated from me to you. I only know the first couple of
verses."

He gave me a look. "Oh, you have got my interest. Please sing."

I cleared my throat, chose a starting note and started to sing the first
two verses that I knew by heart.

Some enchanted evening
You may see a stranger,
you may see a stranger
Across a crowded room
And somehow you know,
You know even then
That somewhere you'll see him
Again and again.

Some enchanted evening
Someone may be laughin',
You may hear him laughin'
Across a crowded room
And night after night,
As strange as it seems
The sound of his laughter
Will sing in your dreams.

When I finished, I looked over at Andrew. There were tears in his eyes. Not
much I could do as I was driving the car at 115 kilometres/hour. I did grab
his hand in mine. "Andrew, a wonderful weekend. Someday I shall sing the
entire song just for you. You know that the song does say it all for me."
That didn't help the tears but it did bring a soft kiss to my hand.


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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.

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Friendship, Nifty, Adult Friends, May 20, 2011
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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, May 23, 2013