Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2002 12:12:22 -0800 (PST)
From: John <traveller_1141@yahoo.com>
Subject: Married Bliss Part 1

Hello Nifty denizens!  This is the second story I have posted to Nifty.  I
still intend to work more on the other story, but I wanted to put this
first part out there to see what kind of response I could get. :-) I plan
to make this story about 10 parts, but who knows?  I hope to get several
parts posted in the next few weeks, but I can't make any promises.  Life is
being pretty cool to me right now, so I am getting a bit caught up in
it. :-)

Dedications: to D.Z., who drooled all over me when he read this; to the two
Davids in my life, one is one of my best friends, and the other my best
workout buddy; to Ken, a very cool (and very cute) new friend; and Chris
... what would I do without you? :-)

Hope you enjoy, folks!

NOTE: This is a repost of the original first part.  A reader pointed out a
continuity error, and it has been corrected.


Part I

	It was after nine in the morning when I woke up.  I stretched my
muscles lazily and looked at the window.  The sky was a vivid blue without
a cloud.  I smiled and burrowed under the covers a bit.  I leaned over to
sniff my partner's scent from his pillow and my nose hit something.  I
opened my eyes again.  Resting on the pillow was a single white rose and a
note.  I know red roses are the color of love, but white roses are my
favorite.  I reached for the note and opened it.  "Happy anniversary, love.
I was going to write a poem, but there aren't enough words to express the
depth of my feelings.  See ya tonight, boy.  Love, Rob."  I couldn't help
but grin at Rob's use of the word `boy.'  It had been a long time since I
had considered myself to be that, but Rob loved to call me that.  Whether
it was in his sexy growl or a playful laugh, it sent shivers down my spine
just as much as it had sixteen years ago.
	I picked up the rose and carried it over to the desk.  Sixteen
years, fifteen partnered ... wow.  I stretched again and put the note and
rose down before I strode into the bathroom.  I gazed at my reflection
critically.  Not bad for forty-two, I thought.  My muscles were still firm,
although middle age had added a bit of that inevitable spread to my waist.
But it enhanced rather than detracted from my looks.  My blond hair had a
little gray in it, as did my moustache.  But my bright blue eyes still
twinkled with the same mischief.
	I clenched my ass cheeks and I felt a twinge inside, reminding me
of the sweaty romp that I'd shared with my partner the night before.
Fifteen years of partnered bliss hadn't diminished our lust for each other,
not by a long shot.  All I had to do was wiggle my butt near Rob and he was
on me like cheap perfume on a hooker.  All Rob had to do was make that
growl in his throat and my legs were in the air.
	I strode back into our bedroom and looked it over.  This was our
dream house, a house we'd built together.  Six years ago, Rob had walked
into our old house and announced that he was ready to move out, that he was
tired of that dump.  So we'd hired an architect and building firm and built
our humble abode on a high hill ten miles outside the city where we lived,
on thirty acres of wooded land that we'd bought with just that endeavor in
mind.  Over the next six years, we'd constantly worked on it to make it
exactly as we wanted it, with a landscaping plan, a hot tub, a pool, and
the workshop in back of the garage for Rob to do his work.
	The house was in both of our names, as was the land we lived on.
Being a lawyer, I was adamant after we'd become partnered that we should
make it as legal as we could.  Rob had my power of attorney, as I had his.
A buddy of mine did wills for us as well, morbid as it seemed.  I knew my
family wouldn't make any trouble should anything happen to me, but I didn't
want Rob to have to ever worry.  He felt the same way, so each of us left
the other his half of the house and land, as well as all possessions bought
after the partnering.  Rob was the beneficiary of my life insurance, as I
was his.  We'd found out shortly after that our careful planning was
worthwhile.  We had three bank accounts: one was joint, and the other two
were for us individually.  We put eighty percent of our income into the
joint account, and kept the other twenty for ourselves.  We paid for our
clothing and `impulse buys' with our own money; bills, maintenance, and car
expenses were paid out of the joint account, as were our vacations and
other expenses.  Even though Rob's truck was in his name and my SUV was in
mine, we both used each other's vehicle enough that we figured all expenses
on them should be joint.
	I was glad of our individual accounts the time Rob decided to buy
himself a new motorcycle.  We'd been together for seven years, and on the
day of his thirty-fifth birthday he'd come home with a brand new Harley.
Every time he mentioned it, he called it "his Hog"; I irked him by
constantly referring to it as "concrete proof of Rob's midlife crisis."
This went on for several weeks, until the day I came home to discover that
he'd taken his bike out on a ride.  I was just getting out of my SUV when
he came roaring into the garage, on the bike, in full leather gear.  He got
off the bike and growled at me, and before I knew it he'd bent me over the
hood of my car and jerked my pants down and fucked the hell out of me.  I
never complained about that bike ever again.
	We'd changed over the years of our partnership.  Rob's thick auburn
hair had been receding when we met, and around the same time he bought the
bike, he decided to shave it cleanly.  The combination of his smooth head
and hot body just made him even more beautiful to me.  Somehow we'd managed
to make it work through all the rough spots.  By no means was it an ideal
`marriage.'  We had our share of fights, some of them really heated.
That's when we would discover (or rediscover) how good make-up sex could
be.  I had a bad tendency to be over-sensitive, and Rob could be blunt and
somewhat thoughtless sometimes ... and sometimes we both had a bad habit of
not being able to keep our pants zipped ... but we always managed to hold
on to the core reasons we were together.  We were soul mates.  That kept us
together through the conflicts, the tragedies, and the stress of Rob
starting his own business and my own long hours.
	I lay back on the bed, idly scratching my full nuts.  I reached
over and turned on the clock radio by the bed.  Shania Twain's "You're
Still the One" came on, and I laughed as I thought how appropriate it was.
Every time I thought about the night Rob and I met, I remembered the sage
advice one of my best friends had given me when I was twenty-four.  Dennis
was thirty-six then, single, and somewhat bitter.  "Jordan," he'd said,
"love strikes when you least expect it.  I don't know where you'll find it,
but I can tell you where you won't!"  He then took a long drag on his
cigarette.  "You won't find it in anywhere cruisy, like a park, a tearoom,
or a bookstore, and you sure as hell will never find it in a bar!"  Which
made it all the more ironic since a bar was exactly where Rob and I had
met.

	I was twenty-six.  I had graduated law school the year before,
passed the bar, and was beginning a new job as an associate in a law firm.
The stress of the past summer had really gotten to me and the first free
weekend that came along, I was so ready to get bombed.  I was kind of new
to the midwestern town I worked in, but through word of mouth I'd found out
about a bar that catered to the leather crowd.  I'd always had a weird
fascination with leather, although I didn't own an item of it at the time.
I made up my mind to go that Friday night.
	I put on the tightest pair of 501s I had with only a cockring
underneath, and topped it off with a tight white t-shirt.  Most of the
leather bars were cool with guys wearing Levis and t-shirts.  I pulled on a
pair of work boots and looked at myself in my mirror.  Sweet, I thought.
The pants hugged my ass well, and the shirt outlined my muscles.  I
maintained my muscles in the gym, but I'd earned them on the farm during my
childhood and adolescence.  I then headed off to the bar.
	When I got there, I instantly began drooling.  The bar was full of
hot men.  At the time, my best case scenario was that I'd find some hot
daddy to drag me home and fuck the hell out of me.  I had Dennis's words
ringing in my head, so I had it firmly in mind that no relationship would
find me in the smoky confines of that bar.
	I met some of my friends at the bar, and we started putting back
shots.  Some hot guys hit on me, but for some reason I just wasn't getting
in the mood.  I was getting drunk, but I couldn't find a groove at all.
About midnight, I was standing near a wall with some of my friends when I
felt it.  I didn't see him, but I just could feel his gaze on me.  I slowly
turned, and my jaw dropped.  Standing about eleven feet away was the
hottest man I had ever laid eyes on.  He was wearing skintight jeans with
chaps over them; the chaps hugged his powerful legs, and a huge package was
thrust forward.  His thumb was ever so slightly rubbing the fly of his
jeans.  I swallowed nervously as my eyes roved upward.  Over his beefy
upper body was a leather harness with leather bands around his thick
biceps.  He was built like a tank, with veins popping out on his bulging
muscles.  His chest was covered in auburn fur that trailed down his tight
stomach.  When my eyes reached his face, I was stunned by the intensity of
his brown gaze.  He had thick auburn hair in a buzz cut, a chiseled face, a
bushy auburn goatee, but his stare was riveting.  My cock went to full
hardness instantly.  As he stared at me and rubbed his dick, the corner of
his mouth crooked up and he winked.  As he did that, I felt my rigid length
belch out a drop of thick slime.  I was ready to cum in my jeans just from
his stare.  Just then, one of my friends grabbed my arm and started pulling
me away.  I turned my head and snapped, "Wait a second!"  As I turned my
head back, the stud was gone.
	My disappointment just dragged me down even further.  My friends
decided to move on to another club, but I'd begged off.  I sat down at the
bar and downed screwdriver after screwdriver, utterly morose at my lost
chance.  I'd never felt attraction like I had with this guy, and now he was
gone.  As I sucked down the last drops of vodka and orange juice, the hairs
on the back of my neck stood up.  I knew.  Without having to look, I knew
he was there.  I swallowed the drink and started to turn, but a rough hand
grabbed my shoulder.  "No," a voice growled.  I sat still.
	The hand on my shoulder rubbed my deltoid muscle, then trailed down
my back until it reached my tight bubble butt.  I felt the hand push
something into my pocket, then it started caressing my round ass cheek.
His other hand reached around and pulled me off the stool.  He wrapped his
left arm around my chest, and his right hand was on my hip.  My dick was
straining against the fabric of my jeans.  The guy pulled my butt into his
bulging crotch, and I felt an impressive hardness there.  He humped my butt
as he rubbed my nipple with his left hand.  He leaned in.  "You've got my
name and number, boy," he growled in my ear.  "Call me."  With that, he
licked my ear.  I shivered, and felt my balls pull up.  He dropped his head
and licked my neck, then he sucked the soft skin into his mouth, hard.  I
moaned loudly and began shooting my load.
	After I finished jerking, the man chuckled.  He reached down and
felt the cum-soaked denim.  He licked my ear again and growled, "Good boy."
With that, he was gone.
	After he was gone, I stood there in shock for who knows how long.
When I came to my senses, I immediately headed for the door.  I drove home
at breakneck speed, and was very fortunate not to pass any cops because I
was totally wasted.  When I arrived home, I stripped my clothes as fast as
I could and started pumping my still-hard dick.  Within a minute, I was
blasting yet another load all over my blond-furred chest.  I let out a deep
breath and collapsed on my bed, suddenly exhausted.  What a night!
	It was at that moment I remembered my pocket.  I walked over and
picked up my cum-soaked jeans, and started searching the pockets.  In one
of the back pockets was a folded piece of paper.  On it was the name "Rob"
in neat handwriting followed by a phone number.  Below the number was was
written, "Call me by 3:30 am, boy."  I looked over at the clock.  2:57.
Whew!
	I grabbed the towel that I usually used to clean up after jerking
off and wiped off my torso, and then I picked up my phone.  I took a deep
breath, and dialed the number.  One ring.  Two rings.  Three.  By the
fourth ring, I started to panic.  When had he left me at the club?  Might
he not be home yet?  What if he was already asleep?  Oh shit, I thought.
	On the fifth ring, the phone was picked up.  "Hey, boy.  You clean
that load out of your pants yet?"
	I sighed with relief.  "Yeah, and I just shot another one."
	The deep voice chuckled.  "Awesome, boy.  That's great.  Good to
hear you made it home all right."
	I smiled.  "Thanks.  I'm Jordan, by the way."
	"Rob.  Good to meet ya, boy."
	"Ditto," I said.
	Silence reigned for a moment, then I heard a yawn.  "All right,
it's time for good boys to be asleep.  So how about we hit the hay and I'll
call you tomorrow?"
	I couldn't stop grinning.  "All right."
	"Good, talk to you then.  Night, boy."
	I suddenly began to panic again.  Wait!  My phone number!  "Wait,"
I cried desperately into the phone.
	"What?"
	"You don't have my phone number!"
	Rob laughed again, a smooth rumble that flowed over me like honey.
"I got caller ID, boy.  Don't worry your cute ass."
	I relaxed.  "Okay."
	"Call ya tomorrow.  Night, Jordan."
	I hung up the phone and relaxed, and shortly fell into one of the
best night's sleeps I have ever had.
	Looking back in retrospect, I must have sounded like a complete
moron.  Even though I was drunk off my ass, I remember vividly everything
that happened that night.  The next day, Rob called me and asked if I
wanted breakfast.  When I responded yes, he asked me for my address and
then he hung up.  In half an hour, he arrived on my doorstep with two
grocery bags.  He dropped them on the counter and turned to face me.  He
grinned.  "Just so you know now that you're sober, I'm Rob."
	I smiled back.  "Jordan.  I remember, Rob."
	Rob's grin got even bigger.  "Cool."  Then he looked me up and
down.  He whistled.  "Man, that outfit you had on last night was hot, but
it didn't do you justice at all."
	I looked down.  Shit!  I was completely naked!  "Oh shit!" I yelped
and I bolted for the bedroom to put something on.
	I heard Rob laugh behind me.  "Wait!  Don't do that on my account,
I like what I saw just fine!"  Yeah, well, I thought, maybe so.  But now
that sobriety reigned again, I didn't want to appear sluttish or anything
like that.  I pulled on a pair of nylon track pants and a clean t-shirt,
and then walked back into the kitchen.  Rob grinned a grin that I began to
associate with a wolf.  "Mm," he murmured.  "I think you'd look hot in a
Hefty bag."
	I blushed.  "You look pretty good yourself," I said.  `Pretty good'
missed it, big-time.  He was brutally gorgeous.  He was wearing tight jeans
again and a tight black t-shirt that hugged his enormous muscles.  Now that
we were standing close and I could see him, I noticed that we were exactly
the same height, 6-foot-2.  He had to outweigh me by at least twenty
pounds, though.
	Rob began unpacking the grocery bags.  He asked where my cooking
utensils were, and then went to work.  I made a coffee and then sat down
and then my astonishment began.  Rob whipped up an incredible breakfast of
blueberry pancakes from scratch, and sausage links.  When he plopped the
stack of pancakes in front of me, I took a small bite.  "Ooohhh," I moaned.
It was heaven in my mouth.  Rob just grinned again.  We dug in and ate with
gusto.  I ate two stacks of four pancakes and three sausages, and Rob
managed to polish off two stacks of five.
	During the meal, we began to chat.  I found out that Rob had a
bachelor's degree in landscape architecture and a minor in botanical
agriculture.  He was working for a landscaping firm in town while also
trying to complete a masters degree in business administration, and his
dream was to start his own landscaping service.  I was impressed with his
ambition, as well as with his intelligence.  I told him about my law
practice and how difficult it had been to balance school and work.  I told
him about the work I had done in my last year, volunteering with civil
rights groups and with AIDS patients.  He smiled.  "I love your passion.
It says a lot about you."  I just blushed and stammered out my thanks.
	We cleaned up the kitchen and I offered to package up what was left
of the breakfast ingredients.  He just grinned and told me to keep them for
next time.  I blushed again.  Rob reached up and ran his hand down my
cheek.  "God, you have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?"
	He reached in with his other hand to hold my other cheek.  I rubbed
my cheek on his hand.  If I'd been a cat, I would've been purring.  He
leaned in and kissed me.  It was soft and tender, and the sweetest kiss
I've ever had.  I wondered where this sweet guy fit in with the gruff man
I'd been so in lust with the night before, when he pulled back from the
kiss and growled in his throat.  "Mmm, boy, you are sweet."  His eyes
caught mine.  The intense brown gaze was back.  I was completely
mesmerized.  His hands reached down and grabbed my upper arms, and he
pulled me to him.  "I could eat you up, boy," he growled as he bent in to
nuzzle my neck.  I moaned as he breathed on the sensitive skin.
	Rob licked over the spot where he had sucked on it the night
before.  "Mm," he said.  "You know you have a huge hickey there, boy?"  He
licked the spot again.  My knees buckled.  "I like it," he said as he
probed my ear.  "You've got my mark.  Now everyone will know that you're
mine."  He moved his head so that he was staring into my eyes.  Then he
took me in another mind-bending kiss.

	I groaned as my dick reached full hardness.  Even now, after
sixteen years, the memory of our first meeting and the day after still made
me react strongly.  I reached down and started to stroke my aching meat.
Just then, the phone rang.  Without letting go, I picked up the phone on
the nightstand.  "Hello," I said.
	"Hey boy.  Did you like your rose?"
	"Ahh," I said as I soaked in his warm voice.  "Yeah, I loved it.
Thank you.  How did you know I just woke up?"
	"I knew," Rob said with a chuckle.  I believed him.  Rob and I had
developed a sixth sense about each other, our connection was so intense.
"So what are you doing with your day off?"
	"I thought I might beat down some hard tasks," I said with a grin.
	Rob laughed.  "You stroking now, babe?"
	"Uh-huh," I answered.
	"What's got you so horny?"
	"Just remembering the night we met."
	"Ahh," Rob said.  "That was intense.  I'll never forget the way you
whimpered and jerked when you shot in your pants.  I felt like the king of
the world."
	"Mmm," I responded.  I began playing with my nipple with my other
hand.
	"Yeah, stroke that meat, boy.  Play with it for me."  Rob's voice
lowered to a sexy grumble.  I stroked my cock.  "Mm, yeah, play with it.
You playing with your nip, too?"
	"Uh-huh," I forced out.  His voice did incredible things to me.
Rob kept murmuring low, sexy instructions to me in my ear.  I was so turned
on that within two minutes, I was hosing myself down with my load.
	I collapsed back onto the bed.  "Ahhh," I let out.  As I began to
focus, something occurred to me.  "Rob?" I asked.
	"Yeah?"
	"Where are you?"
	"In a meeting with a client."
	My eyes widened.  "Shit!  You're having phone sex with me in the
middle of a meeting?!"
	Rob chuckled.  "Relax," he said.  "The only one who can hear me is
Rhoda, and it's nothing she hasn't heard before."  Rhoda was Rob's longtime
secretary.  She'd walked in on us screwing in Rob's office too many times
to be shocked by anything we did anymore.  She was a sweet lady, though.
Rob and I made sure to be extra good to her, especially when she started
running interference for us when we ducked out for quickies.
	"You aren't paying attention?"
	"Nah," Rob said.  I could now hear some voices in the background.
"Jim's handling the presentation to the clients.  We're doing landscaping
for a company that's headquartering outside of town."  He paused.  "I need
to go.  We have to take these jokers out to lunch and stuff in a bit.  I'll
be home to get ready for dinner at five, okay babe?"
	I smiled.  "Okay, Rob.  See you then."
	"Mmm, you bet.  Later, boy."  Rob hung up.
	Once again, the sound of Rob's sexy voice growling `boy' at me set
me off totally.  He never called anybody that but me.  We didn't really
have a daddy-boy relationship, and Rob was only two years older than I was,
but it just seemed natural for him to call me that.  I looked over at my
nightstand.  There was a picture of the two of us from our first summer
together.  We'd gone hiking and camping in a national park, and we'd posed,
shirtless, in front of an impressive vista of trees and hills.  I looked
over at Rob's nightstand.  The picture over there was a studio picture of
us three years ago.
	I got out of bed.  Time to get the day started.  Maybe if I got
busy, the day would pass quicker.

End of Part I

I know it's short, but this is just meant to give a basic introduction.
Subsequent chapters may be long or short, depending on what is in it.  Feel
free to email me.  I'm on Spring Break for the next week, so I'll have time
to respond. :-D Later!