Date: Wed, 2 Nov 2011 19:09:47 -0400
From: preecherdave@gmail.com
Subject: Getting My Act Together 2

This story includes homosexual sex. If you are underage or do not like the
subject, then don't read it.

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

Comments welcomed            preecherdave@gmail.com


The week was crazy at work. We all worked late on Wednesday and Thursday.
The test of the release on Friday, as usual, turned up problems. We worked
all Friday afternoon and evening. I checked my email on Friday as I was
leaving. My tests were negative. I asked Rob if he had checked and his
smile told me the answer. We went back to my place at 11:00 and fell asleep
with just a kiss and a cuddle. Neither of us cared; we knew that sometime
this weekend it would get interesting.

We had all agreed to be back at work at 8 to see if we could get the
problems solved and salvage some of Saturday. We arrived at the office with
no morning action or shower. We worked hard and ran another test late
Saturday morning. One problem showed up; Rob solved it quickly to
everyone's gratitude and the next test ran without errors or conflicts. We
could deliver our release sometime on Monday, two days early.

I took the team out for lunch. I hoped that I could receive reimbursement
but if the company wouldn't reimburse me, it was worth the money to see the
team relax and enjoy themselves after a hard week. The conviviality and
team spirit was all anyone could want. There were congratulations to Rob on
his permanent position with the company. It was obvious he was accepted and
respected. I watched him, in awe of the transformation of this man from a
little more than a month ago. I reflected on the wonderful changes in my
life.

As we entered my building, I put my arm around his shoulder. He looked at
me quizzically. I didn't mind who saw me at this point. He put his arm
around my waist. We had bought a roasted chicken and some prepared salads
on our way home. No cooking this afternoon. We sat down and I poured us a
little scotch. I sat beside Rob and we sipped our scotch.

"Rob, I was impressed with the way you solved that final problem we had."

"To be honest, you had made a comment a few minutes before and it started
me thinking in a different direction."

"I always knew that you thought outside the box. Good afternoon with the
team?"

"Michael, a really nice touch to take us all out for lunch and drinks. Can
you get reimbursed? That was better than many team building exercised that
I have been on."

"Yeah, it was. I actually don't care if I get reimbursed. It was worth
every penny to see the group gel like that. What's the expression? Work
hard and play hard."

"Speaking of which, I think that we have some playing hard to do ourselves.
I am not as tired as I was for the last few days and ...."

"Your libido is stoked and restless?"

With that he turned, put his knees on either side of my legs and rested on
my legs, facing me. The kiss was deep and erotic.

"Rob, a request. I haven't had a shower and I think that we both need to
get really clean." I raised my eyebrows several times.

"Yes Groucho. But don't shave. Your scruffy look really turns me on. Excuse
me for a moment I have to use the bathroom first."

"I'm next after you. Been on the internet have you?" His reply was a coy
smile.

I had never had such an erotic shower in my life. I was clean inside and
out by the time we left the bathroom with our erections leading the way.

"Rob, this is your day. A present from me."

"Wrong again." He smiled that brilliant smile. "It is a day for both of us
together. We are full partners in this!" My thank you was a slow but gentle
kiss that heated up quickly.

I gently guided him to the bed and had him lie on his back. I kissed and
licked him from the chest down to his balls. After a few minutes on his
balls, I had him squirming so I raised his buns up and slowly slid my
tongue under his balls and then down his crack. The tip touched his rosebud
and circled it and then licked it with more pressure.

"Lord almighty, what are you doing to me?

"Enjoy, I have just started."

I got up and found the bottle of lube and put some on my finger. Then I
went back and took the beet red head of his cock in my mouth as I gently
inserted one finger into him, moving it around. I heard a gasp.

"Not finished yet." I said as I went farther in to find his prostate. I
soon found that Rob liked his prostate rubbed. He moaned, he cursed and he
couldn't stop moving. It was hard to keep his cock in my mouth with him
squirming as I moved up and down. I finally stopped and looked up at him.

"Mike, it is a good thing you stopped, I was about to cum."

I lay down and indicated that he was to copy my actions. When he had me in
a state of total lust, I told him to put in two fingers and then finally
three.

"Now, Rob for the next treat of the day. For both of us!" I sat up, grabbed
the lube and put copious amounts on him and then in me. "Rob do it!" I
pulled my knees up to my chest.

There was momentary look of are you sure. I told him to get at it but
slowly.

"Michael you are so tight and hot." He said as he rested with the just the
head in. In a minute or so, I cupped his buns and slowly pulled him in all
the way. I moaned as he crossed my prostate. He needed no further
guidance. He started in a slow rhythm but then slowed even more and then
speeded up. He found just the right depth and just went back and forth over
my prostate with small short stokes. I guess I was fairly vocal. I know
that the sensations were incredible. My nerves fired and my entire body was
sensitive to any touch. I ran my hands over his chest and nipples. He
shivered with delight. I grabbed the lube and put some on my hands and
started to work on my own cock.

He stopped. "I am close Mike. Tell me when you are close."

"After a very few minutes, I told him." He started again hard and fast. I
continued and suddenly the tingling and volts of electricity started in my
groin. The first pulse hit my cheek. I know that I tensed and squeezed his
nipples. He took one last thrust in deep and held it. He got bigger and
then I knew from the look of pain and pleasure on his face and his words
that he was climaxing in me. He leaned down and licked up the cum on my
cheek and kissed me. There were several more strokes in and out and his
breathing almost returned to normal. He collapsed on top of me. Eventually
after many kisses he rolled off, looked at me and then proceeded to lick
the cum off my chest and stomach and kissed me.

He found some more cum and licked it up. He looked at me as if he was
savouring a fine wine. "Hmm, nice, first taste on the tongue, a little
salty with notes of sweetness, a little bite but smooth. I'd say well aged,
mature, very smooth with a nice finish."

I guffawed and told him he would pay for the well aged comment as I slapped
his ass.

"You had better find a better punishment. I liked that one too much."

I grabbed him to me and kissed him long and deep. I could only look at him
with love and admiration. I spooned behind him and we drifted off in a haze
of spent passion. I finally came back to consciousness in my bedroom with
my arms around my surprising lover. He stirred. "Hungry?"

"Just for you."

"We need food and wine to refuel and recharge."

"I'm not sure of that. I think that we are recharged." He put my hand on
his erect cock and then reached behind to lightly stroke my very hard
one. I slapped his bottom, got up and reached over and pulled him up and
into me. Our hard cocks duelled as we kissed.

I broke the embrace. I found two robes and gave him one. "Here, we must
have some modesty and decorum."

"Why?" We both laughed as we put on the robes that stuck out as our
erections tented the material. We walked proudly into the kitchen. We sat
side by side as we ate our chicken and salads and sipped a nice wine. When
we were finished, he took our plates to the sink and came back and pulled
me up.

"You sir, have a task to complete." He informed me.

"What is that?"

"I believe it is called a deflowering." I looked a him in disbelief and
laughed loudly, shaking my head.

"I believe it can also be called making love." His eyes widened, tears
formed as he kissed me.

"Make love to me, my lover." He managed to get out.

It was slow, long and gentle. He flinched a bit as I entered him but I
kissed him, caressed his nipples with my tongue to distract him. I spent
several minutes just going in all the way. He finally put his legs around
me and demanded that I get to it. Slow strokes, faster, long and short,
resting for minutes just muttering my feelings. His hands over my chest, my
nipples, down to my balls, pulling the hair on my legs. My lips on his
face, neck, sucking his nipples hard. He finally told me he was close. He
started to cum and the tightening of his muscles eventually set me off and
I filled him with 5, 6 shots; I lost count.

"Just lie on me and kiss me. That was one of greatest experiences of my
life, Mike. I had no idea what it could be like."

"Rob it's not just the sex for me. It's the closeness, the intellectual
connection, being with you. By the way, I love making love with you. It
feels so right."

We eventually fell asleep. I woke up the next morning with Rob behind me
with a very hard cock poking down my crack.

"Slide it in. Give me all you have." And he did. In the shower later, we
reluctantly washed ourselves clean. I could still feel the wetness in him
as I cleaned him inside and out.

We had a long, lingering breakfast. Unexpectedly the telephone rang.

"Hi, Sean. Sure I 'd love to meet you. I am meeting a friend at the pub why
don't you join us."

"I hope that is OK, Rob. Sean is one of my best friends from University. He
and his wife had some problems after their last child was born. She had
post postpartum depression. From the sounds of his voice things are going
better and he just wants to talk and yes, you are the friend I am meeting
at the pub. Executive decision? OK?"

"Mike, I am honoured to be part of your life. Is he OK with ... things."

"Yes but he doesn't know about you and me. No one does." I chuckled. "I
didn't even know until very recently." We kissed gently.

Sean looked rested and great. I introduced him to Robert. They got along
really well. We talked about all the usual things, Robert's role at work,
sports, the news. Rob and I had talked about giving me a couple of minutes
with Sean alone. After 15 minutes of fun and chat, Rob said that he needed
a pit stop and we all needed another beer. He would get it.

"Thanks Rob." He stood behind me as he took our orders.

"Sean how are things going. You sounded quite upbeat in the last couple of
phone calls. Still OK?"

"Thanks so much for the ear and the advice. The meds have started to work
and we are back to normal."

"Normal? I can't even imagine what normal is to you." We both chuckled. And
he wagged his eyebrows.

"By the way, introduced as Robert, you call him Rob. You know that he
cannot take his eyes off you. There are little looks and actions between
you. He was about to put his hands on your shoulders when we were giving
him our orders and he obviously caught himself.  I hope congratulations are
in order."

"This is my old friend back again. Between you and me only?"

"We have a lot of mutual secrets, you and I. Does he know them? I can keep
my mouth shut. I am really happy for you."

"I haven't told him about us and I am floating on air. Bright, innovative
at work, assertive at the right time, likes books, the arts, some sports
and really sexy." I blushed. He reached over and squeezed my hand.

Rob turned up a minute later. We drank, ordered food, talked and laughed.
My friends had become friends. My executive decision had paid off.

On the way home to collect Rob's things, he brushed his hands against mine
as we walked. I put my hands lightly on his shoulder.

"I saw the hand squeezed. He guessed didn't he? Either that or he was
coming on to you."

"No worries there. He and Maria are back to normal; the meds have kicked
in. There is the same bounce in his step as I have." I raised my eyebrows.
"Yes he guessed; we'll have to talk about how later. There will be no
problems, he has our backs. I'm so lucky my best friend and my lover are
friends."

"Do you really mean that word?"

"Does it scare you?"

"It thrills me! Mike I have to go home. I am going to miss this so much."

"So I am just your sex toy?" I got a shot in the arm and very loud
no. "That is just the frosting on the most wonderful cake I have ever had."

Our week flew by. We decided that another stay over on Tuesday was just
going to raise too many questions. Wednesday he had supper at my place and
well, we made up for Monday and Tuesday. How many late nights at work could
he fabricate. He went home late. On Thursday, I got the surprise at lunch.

"Mom and Dad want to meet this Michael.  I guess, that I have been talking
about you a lot."

"Are they going to ask me about my intentions concerning their son?" We
both laughed.

He proceeded to tell more about his parents. Luckily, Rob and I had started
to watch English Premiership Football on Saturday mornings and I was
following a couple of clubs. His father watched a lot of the games. I had
played some soccer in high school so I could keep up a reasonable
conversation. Andrew and Barbara attended the Symphony and liked attending
talks at the Gallery. He mentioned that his mother had stopped asking about
girls and dates many months back and had said that she was glad that he was
so happy at his workplace and with his new friends.

"Rob, count your lucky stars. Sometime soon I'll tell you about my
family. I am jealous!"

 Rob and I had met up for Friday night but he went home and came back to my
place on Saturday and we discussed our strategy for the big night. We
cooked a glorious supper, watched a film and cemented our relationship in
other ways. He left fairly late on Saturday. We both had regrets.

I was nervous when I arrived on Sunday afternoon. What do you say to the
parents of your lover when you meet them for the first time? Nothing out of
the ordinary as it turned out. They were like their son, interesting, wide
interests and good hosts. Before I knew it, I was watching British football
with Andrew and Robert and I soon learned that I had remembered a lot about
the game from high school and my times on Saturday with Rob. We had a good
supper. I found out where Rob got his cooking interest and skills. No
mention was made of his times at my place or of girlfriends. As I left,
there were handshakes all around and a hug from Barbara. I held Rob's hand
just a little longer than would be acceptable but no one noticed, except
Rob.

We met as usual on Tuesday for supper. I decided it was time for me to take
the initiative.

"Just a question, Rob. Have you ever thought of moving out of your parent's
home?"

"Yes!"

"Oh, when?"

"Over the last month and half or so. Any suggestions?" He asked coyly.

"No, I have a question. When could you join me?" His smile filled the
restaurant.

"It will take some time to prepare them but as soon as I can. Mike, I just
couldn't think of a way to bring this subject up with you. Mom and Dad may
like the idea of having the house to themselves. They are still young at
heart. Thank you, thank you."

"Let's prepare a meal for your parents and have them over for supper to see
my place and to feel comfortable around us. They will at least see that you
are not going to live in squalor when you finally tell them."

"Great idea."

"Coq au Vin or Boeuf Bourgignon?"

"The beef, Dad loves it."

The time was set for the next weekend and Rob explained to his parents that
we were going to cook on Saturday and go out with friends on Saturday night
and I had agreed to let him use the couch. We had another wonderful
Saturday and together cooked what turned out to be an excellent Boeuf
Bourgignon for the Sunday dinner; we had a bit for our supper. We didn't go
out with friends and had a rather steamy Saturday night, Sunday morning.

They came in and were obviously impressed with the furniture and
decorations. We sat around and talked about everything under the sun. As
supper progressed, Barbara was full of praise for our culinary excellence
and Andrew was just content.

"So this is the couch?" Andrew asked as we sat after dinner. "It is
comfortable." Was there irony? I wasn't entirely sure although Barbara did
change the subject quickly with no comments.

I suggested a game of euchre after an appropriate time of relaxation. They
played well and there was a lot of laughter as we played fast and
deadly. Barb and I were partners and we got the bragging rights.

It was time for them to leave. Rob was going to stay for a while and help
clean up. As they left Barb lingered a bit behind and casually said that I
had done a lot for Robert. She had not seen him so alive for a long
time. She kissed me on the cheek goodnight. Andrew shook my hand
heartily. I hoped that attitudes would not change when they eventually
found out about our relationship.

We were in the kitchen and I looked at Rob.  He had been a tease all the
time they were with us. He had been touching me and doing little things all
afternoon and during the evening, feet up and down my leg across the table
at cards, accidental touches on the buns or crotch in the
kitchen. Lecherous looks when no one was looking. He had me totally wound
up.

"The dishes can wait. This can't!"

I attacked him. I stripped him in less than a minute. I was not gentle with
my kisses, the hair on his chest or his nipples. I reached down and
squeezed his balls and pulled the hair. He was hard and leaking in a 2
minutes.

"Good, it worked." He said proudly.

"You are going to get it but you will enjoy it."

"Promises!"

I swallowed his cock and did everything that I could to heighten his
pleasure. I even very lightly and carefully scrapped my teeth over the
head. That got his attention.

"Stay right where you are!" I ordered. I returned with the lube. I
proceeded to do a strip tease for him. He watched with fascination when I
pulled my shorts over the most inflamed cock he had ever seen. I was on my
knees sucking him like a maniac with my lubed finger in and out of him.

Minutes later. "Mikey, take me now!"

"You tease, do you really think that I should. Maybe you should go home."

"Not going to my parents house until.... If my teasing got you this
inflamed then good. Give it to me. Don't be gentle."

"My wonderful lover, I could never hurt you. But you do have something
coming." I made him lube himself and then me. I opened him quickly with my
fingers. I turned him around facing the counter and pushed in quickly,
waited and plunged in intensely. He groaned but he pushed back hard as I
pushed in. I smiled. I reached around and shafted with him my lubed
fingers. He moaned more. Then I fucked him hard and fast, watching that he
was responding well. He was. He knew that I could not last long and he
started to fist himself. I fooled him; when I got too close, I came out
completely, turned him around, kissed him and worked on his chest.  When I
thought I was cooled off enough, I roughly turned him around and plunged
in.

"Oh, shit yes, Mikey."

Now there was no stopping me. It was fast and hard which I matched with my
hand and his on his cock. I used my other hand to pinch his nipples
hard. He actually yelled as he started to spasm. His spasms finished me. I
came and came. We could both feel the cum as it filled him and added a lot
more lubrication. He turned his head and we kissed deeply. I even knelt
down and gently sucked the last of his cum from and off his cock. I could
not get enough of him

"Mikey, there are no words."

"I know that you have to leave but come lie with me I want to feel you
close." There many terms of endearment and compliments for the surprise and
passion from both of us. Another bond was formed.

Our life settled into a good routine, Taekwando, poker nights that we had
started on Thursdays, eating out on evenings and the wonderful weekends. He
joined my gym as it was closer and we often worked out together.

One evening at a restaurant he finally broke the news. "I think I have my
opening if you are still game."  Mom mentioned that the drive, especially
with winter coming would be difficult and dangerous. I told her I would
think about it."

"Give me the date."  I grabbed his hand on the table and stroked it. "We'll
get your things anytime you want. We only have to decide if there are
enough drawers and how to use the cupboard space."

"Perhaps it would be wise for me to buy a bed for the study. We may have to
keep up appearances for a time. It could be used for emergencies like
sickness, guests or when you tire of me." I just shook my head to the 'if
you tire of me'.

"Good thinking. Let's go out this weekend."

We ended up choosing a good queen size mattress and box spring and a small
chest of drawers. He had worked fast and the date was set for the next
weekend.  We took a couple of loads and his parents brought the rest when
they came for supper on the Saturday. I erupted when I saw the downhill
skis.

"I didn't know that you skied."

"I forgot. It was fall not winter and I just didn't make the connection. Do
you ski?"

"I love it. I used to be a ski instructor for youngsters. Mount Tremblant
here we come. I can hardly wait. We have a group that go up at least twice
a season." I almost hugged him but I quickly restrained myself.

"Why not Banff, Whistler?

"Why not?" I gave him a cuff. Both his parents laughed at our banter.

We moved everything into the study and his kit into the small bathroom in
the hall. After a late supper, his mother said a reluctant goodbye and
whispered a mysterious, take good care of him. I was getting mixed
messages. We celebrated that night.

It was different living together but it was great. It took some doing but
we talked a lot and worked out what I thought were smart moves. He had
nights out with just his friends and so did I with mine. We started to
build some new relationships together with people from both groups. We had
our first poker night two weeks after he moved in.

Our small group of 4 had grown to 6 and included Jack and Sean and a couple
of guys from work. Sean beamed as he came in and gave each of us a big
masculine hug. It was a boisterous night with lots of off colour jokes,
puns and banter. I gave Jack a couple of digs and he got me with some good
ones.

"Robert, I just came back from the can. You got short changed in this
deal. You got the little room. Michael's is palatial in comparison."

I got a good deal of grief, especially when I tried to defend myself. So I
took another tactic. Humour.

"Hey, guys, he is free to sleep with me any time he wants." There were
groans, catcall and whistles.

"It's OK Michael, I'll stick to my monastic cell. Contemplation is so good
for the soul. I am glad everyone can see what I have to put up with." There
was more laughter and jokes, only Sean beamed with a knowing smile. He
nodded to me, a well done.

It was a great night and I ended up with some pocket money.

"Monastic cell, your soul needs contemplation." I grabbed him to me. "But
not tonight."

"Mikey, you were inspired. Well handled. Let's clean up tomorrow. I think
that we have some other business to deal with. Poker makes me horny."

I ducked and backed away as I said, "What doesn't." The threats were many
as he chased me to the bedroom.

It was a no holds barred night. I took his entire load in my mouth and very
messily shared it with him. How could I complain when he reciprocated? We
went to sleep in each others arms.

"Rob, look what is coming to town in late November, the Royal Winnipeg
Ballet doing Romeo and Juliet, the Prokofiev. It is one of my favourites."

"Great. Mom would love it."

"Let's invite them and make an evening out of it?"

"You don't mind?" I gave him the look.

He called that night. They were delighted and insisted that they take us
out for dinner before the performance. We found out from that call that
they were getting a big load of wood for their fireplace and Robert made
plans to help his dad with stacking it, Saturday. I suggested that I come
and help. Towards Thursday of that week Rob seemed a little off. He took
Friday off work and was not good by Friday evening. By Saturday, he was
worse. When I left to go out to his parents, he was not in good shape. I
left him with ASA, some soups, sandwich filling, mixed up ready to eat and
lots of ginger ale.

It felt great to be outside and active helping to stack the wood in the
garage. Andrew and I got along well. He gave me some shots about weak desk
worker but took it back when he realized how fit I was. He had a small tree
in the back yard that was dying and talked about taking it down. He had a
chain saw and I volunteered. I explained my semi country background and how
I had done this many times. I did my usual look to see where the branches
were large and weighted and if there were bends in the trunk or obvious
leaning. I established where I planned the tree would fall and cleared the
area of chairs etc. I cut the notch and went back to do the final cut from
the back to the notch. He was impressed as the tree fell exactly where I
had planned. There were lots of jests about luck. Then we set about limbing
and cutting it. By lunch we had it stacked.

There was lots of bonhomie and laughter through lunch. I excused myself to
phone Rob on my mobile.

"How are you feeling. Dizzy. Hmm, are you running a temperature? What 39?
Your ears are aching. I'll be home in 30 minutes and you are going to a
clinic. Yes, you are! Rob, we can't wait. Yes I am going to take you. Yes,
I'll sit there exposing myself to all the coughing and sneezing and
probably come down with pneumonia." By this time, I was
laughing. "Seriously, Rob get yourself dressed or do want me to do that
too? I am sure you can. Yeah I know I'm better at the undressing." More
chuckles. I had been looking out the window and turned
absentmindedly. Barbara was at the door. I think she had heard the entire
conversation. I turned back to the window. "If you are up to it, go to the
clinic site and see which one of the locations has the shortest wait
time. Be there soon." By the time I hung up, I turned and looked nervously
at her; Barbara was still standing there with tears in her eyes.

"He really means a lot to you doesn't he? He is more than a friend. No need
to answer, a mother knows. These are not tears of sadness. I have suspected
for a while. You sound just like Andrew or me when the other is sick. Give
us a call Michael when you drag him to and back from the clinic. Thanks for
all the help today." There was a lovely smile on her face as she said the
last part. I had to get out; there was moisture forming in my eyes.

I met Andrew on my way out. "Sorry, I have something in my eye." I was
wiping the tears away. "I have to go. Barbara will explain. I really
enjoyed working with you today."

"Michael, so did I." It almost became a flood as I escaped from his manly
hug of thanks.

Michael bitched and complained. I used the Mom card of concern. He thanked
me as we picked up the antibiotics for the ear and throat infection. Then
it was off to his bed, actually our bed with some chicken soup and toast
with more if he wanted it later. I did get him to call his folks. I had
alerted him to my conversation with his mother. He smiled on my recounting
the story. His comment was, that another problem was solved. We were
officially partners to his family. It felt great.

Michael recovered quickly and was soon back to work and everything, that
had been put on hold. It was great. Why does the good always have to be
balanced by the bad? Later in the week, I got the call that I had been
anticipating but was not looking forward to.

"Hi Mom. Yes I'm doing really well. Work is great. I actually have a new
roommate. A guy from work who is renting my other bedroom for a
while.... Yeah, he is great company.... Mom you know that there won't be
any girlfriends.... Christmas, well I haven't given it a lot of
thought.... Can I get back to you in a couple of days.... No, no problems,
just have to check some things out. How are you and everyone else?" I
listened to all the triumphs of my siblings and Dad's ailments and
moods. Mom sounded OK. I knew I should call more often and support her but
it was tough. "Great to hear and catch up. Thanks for calling. I'll call
over the weekend. Give me a good time to call.... OK, talk to you soon." Oh
boy, it was time for my talk about my family with Rob.

We had a great time out at the pub with Rob's friends on Friday night and I
decided that Saturday morning was disclosure time.

I woke up and started to get up. Rob tried to pull me back. I gently told
him that it was breakfast and talk time. He looked up quickly with
apprehension in his face and eyes.

"Mikey is there a problem?"

"It's OK big guy. It's something that I have been putting off talking
about. We shall have to solve it together." I looked at him, closed my eyes
and then pursed my lips. "Sorry, it's not about you. It's my family." The
look of relief was palpable.

"Hey, sit down and let me make some coffee. You are obviously stressed. I
thought that I had noticed a little something last night. Just sit, relax
and figure out how to start."

When we had our coffee and a muffin, I started. "My family found out that I
was gay just after my graduation from University. It doesn't matter how. My
father in particular was furious. I wasn't thrown out or asked to leave. I
just became an outsider, almost a nobody in the family. My mother tried but
Dad put her in her place. My older brother, Brian was upset because he
always took their side, saw their point of view. For my parents and Dad in
particular, the sun shone out his ... posterior. Matt was much more
supportive but always in private. I was there for holidays and special
events; my birthday was never a special event, never celebrated.

Mom phoned last week to ask about Christmas. Rob, you are part of my life
and while I don't want you to be uncomfortable, I want you included if I go
for Christmas. You are part of my life, a big part, as important as Brian's
wife or Matt's girlfriends. If you can't be accepted then I am not sure I
want to be there."

"Oh, Michael, I don't want to come between you and your family."

"It is not your fault! It is their outdated ideas that are putting me in
this position not you. I hope that you know how much you are part of
me. This is not a phase or just make believe for me. Until you tell me
differently, we are partners."

"Knowing you, you have some scenarios, Plan A, B probably to Z." I cuffed
his arm and smiled.

"I would like to spend Christmas Eve with your parents and then drive to my
parents on Christmas Day. It would be crazy to ask them to put the two of
us up in the one room. Even I don't want to push something in their
face. No don't say a thing. I would enjoy a couple nights with you in a
motel. We can plan our arrival for the early afternoon and stay for
Christmas dinner. If things are uncomfortable or fall apart we can just
leave and drive back to the motel. There will be lots of people around,
kids especially. We can take our skates and hockey sticks and just putz
about. You'll like Matt and Brian's wife can be very charming. The kids are
great. We can abort at any time."

"Mikey, for you I'll try anything. I know Taekwando; I can tackle
anything." We both cracked up. "What, there is no Plan B?"

"Oh I forgot. If you are not accepted in my parent's home like Brian's
wife, Matt's rotating girlfriends, who sleep with him at my parent's for
God's sake, that got you, didn't it, then, if invited, we go and help your
Mom cook Christmas dinner and have a blast. Then, we head up to Tremblant
for a couple of days and come back for New Years. Plan C is much simpler
but probably a no go. We stay in bed and breed like rabbits for days." We
both found the contrast of B and C very funny. I guess humour is
situational, you have to be there.

"Mikey, to back up, you said some interesting things at the start. I am
part of you. This is not just a phase or make believe. We are
partners. Mikey can I show you how I feel about all those statements?" As
he did months ago, I shrugged a yes.

The kiss lasted for minutes. He dragged me off to bed, literally, by my
erection. He was gentle, sort of. He took charge. "These are the mechanics
in general. I will start in you; then we switch and you finish in me. We
can start to fill in the details starting now. It is not to be a quickie."

His touches were caresses. His lips and teeth on my nipples were a tortured
pleasure. My cock liked it a lot. His fingers over my whole body made me
shake. He moaned as I reached to cup his balls and gently roll them
around. I touched his hole; shivers went through his body. He immediately
put my legs up and attacked my hole with his tongue. I heard him mutter,
tasty. I was totally wet after his invasion with his tongue.

He got up to get the lube. He took his time coming back, showing off his
nakedness but he was also devouring my body with his eyes. His hands were
gentle as he put his fingers in me. More torture with his strokes over my
prostate. He asked me to lube him and I did it as erotically as I knew
how. He lay on top of me with his head at my entrance. He kissed me deeply
as he started to enter. He went in slowly and then his in and out movements
were slow and even. "Partner, this is how I feel about you and don't you
forget it."

Some minutes later. He moaned that he was too close and he came out. My
cock was still rock hard as he lubed me. I had never felt so sensitive in
my life as I moved in and out of him. He raked my back with his nails. He
reached behind to get his fingers into my hole. He softly rolled my balls
and pulled the hair on my thighs. That sent me over. He could tell and
pulled me into a climax long kiss. I came out.

"No debate. Come in and finish in me." I often lose the desire after
cumming but not today, I was sensitive and still receptive. He finished
just minutes later as I held his cock at the base and stroked him as he
came in and out. He cried out in ecstasy. We just looked at each
other. "Partner, I said."

"Partner."

We floated off in a post coital haze holding each other. He woke up as I
was starring at him. He was hard again.

I lay on my back. I said with an impish smile as I stroked my erect
cock. "I am well lubed. Use it." He did and he insisted that I do the same
a short time later.

He looked at me as we got up later again with mischievousness in his
eyes. "I can still feel you in me. I am not getting dressed or having a
shower for hours. Maybe that sounds gross. So be it." I shook my head in
total disbelief. This was Robert that I had first met in the coffee
room. Who would have thought?

"You didn't see me run for the shower did you?"

After lunch, I phoned mom. I could feel the wetness between my legs. A good
reminder of who I was and what I wanted.

"Hi Mom, how goes it? It is overcast and chilly here. Haven't wanted to go
out all day. I'll have to tomorrow. We are invited to supper at Robert's
parent's house so I guess we shall have to go out. I promised that I would
get back to you about Christmas. Mom I would like to come but I would like
to bring my friend and roommate Robert. He is a really nice guy. We
wouldn't impose. We would stay at a motel or B&B." I paused to listen to
Mom tell me that this was a family affair.  "Mom he is a special friend,
sort of like Matt's girlfriends that he has brought for the last couple of
years. An important part of my life." I listened again. "No, it's not
different. Mom, we are partners like Brian and Elizabeth." I listened
again. "Mom, I guess you and Dad will all have to decide whether you want
me there or not; sorry this is not just to put you on the spot.... OK we'll
talk later."

"Hey Rob, nothing definite but sounds like Plan B."

"Mike, I am so sorry."

"Don't be. I am not missing much. This has clarified a lot of things in my
mind. It's not over; there will be a phone call from Brian today or
tomorrow. I am as ready, as I shall ever be."

We got dressed but no shower and went over to work out. It felt great. It
was funny. The whole issue of Christmas at my parent's home had come into
focus for me. I felt relieved; it was in the open. I could be myself, no
more second class citizen. I was in or I was out.

The answering machine was blinking when we came in. I smiled at
Rob. "Listen and see if I am right."

"Michael, Brian. Give me a call." All in a very clipped voice. A small
scotch first. Get it over with.

"Brian, Michael here."

"What the hell are you playing at?"

"Oh, hello and how are you? So good to hear your voice." There was still a
pause at the other end. "I thought maybe you had some manners and
civility."

"OK, Michael. Sorry, I just got off the phone from Dad."

"That is not an excuse but I know what you are saying."

"This is a new Michael."

"Correct! Counsellor, to the point of this call. Explain to me how my
situation is different than yours and Elizabeth's? Perhaps a shade of
difference could be made there but under Canadian law it could be exactly
the same! What is the difference between me and Matt who brings his
girlfriend of the year, who actually sleeps with him in Mom and Dad's home?
And that is not meant as a judgement on Matt, just a clarification of the
situation. I was proposing that Robert and I stay at a motel or B&B; I
didn't want to really put it in their face by asking for lodging. Then I
want my partner and I to join my family for the afternoon and supper to see
my nephews and brothers. This is me bringing a friend to be with my
family. Yes I have changed. My life has changed. Robert and I are
partners. We live together. I am about to modify my Power of Attorney for
Personal Care. Before you give me a lecture, it will be an 'or' between
each name." I got my first chuckle in a long time from Brian.

"Wow, an eloquent counsellor at that. OK the only difference is in Dad and
to a much lesser degree Mom's mind about homosexuality."

"Brian, with or without Robert, I am gay; nothing is going to change
that. I am not coming to family gatherings without my partner. Would you?"
I paused for emphasis. "By the way, I know that you are the go between, the
negotiator. No hard feelings. I have a wonderful Plan B with my new
hometown family if this doesn't work out. I am convinced that no tears will
be shed if I don't come. I am invisible to Dad most of the time
anyway. I'll try and keep in touch with Mom more often I promise. I'll miss
the kids but ...."

"Glad that you are not opposite me in the courtroom, counsellor. It is an
impasse. Two totally different starting points and mutually exclusive. Wow,
textbook case! I'll do what I can."

"Brian I really don't want to spoil Christmas for anyone; I don't want Dad
brooding and spoiling it for everyone. And Brian I mean this. Please look
me up if you are in town. We have an extra bed and it is free. Or just drop
by, I have some good beer and a couple of really nice scotches. Robert is a
very interesting guy." We signed off.

Rob emerged from the study. "Remind me to never piss you off. We,
partners. You actually sound as if you meant it." We kissed, read
comfortably together and went out to meet a couple of guys at the pub.

Matt phoned on Monday with his congratulations about Rob and I. He had
talked to Mom and thought that he had made a small dint in her
understanding. The surprise was Brian's call and message on Tuesday while
we were at Taekwando. It was short. "Hi, Michael and Robert, my family is
staying at the following motel at Christmas. Mom and Dad are expecting all
of us, you two included around two. Give us a call if you arrive early and
want to eat lunch with our noisy family." Robert just smiled, hugged me and
gently closed my open mouth. That night we made very passionate
love. Taekwando makes me horny. I phoned Brian the next day telling him I
would hire him if I ever needed a negotiator. He laughed.

We had our usual wonderful time with Andrew and Barbara at the ballet. I
always thrill to that score. The meal before was exceptional but that was
no surprise, the Art Centre's chef is good. December was upon us and we
were busy, shopping for two Christmases, planning our schedule and finally
deciding on a New Years Eve party at our place.

Our office staff party was spectacular or a total fiasco. Take your
pick. It was held in the office and some of the staff had really
decorated. It looked good. There was really interesting catered food that
was served by waiters. There was free beer and wine. There was a DJ.

Randy, his date and some friends from the office came in late at
10:00. They were drunk, noisy and uncouth. We all put up with it until we
heard Randy say to a waiter, "Come on you queer get me a drink." One of his
friends tried to quiet him. The waiter moved away quickly. Randy looked at
Robert and said that he could get him a drink, he was still junior
staff. As Robert started to walk away, Randy yelled out, "I suppose you
don't have a date. Come with Michael?" Nasty tone of voice but he was
observant.

I intervened as Robert looked as if he didn't know what to do. "Yeah, a few
of us came over together from my place. Nice party. Hope you are enjoying
it." I indicated with my eyes for Robert to get lost.

"Wallace you think that you are hot shit, don't you."

"Come on Randy, this is a Christmas party; we are all here for a good
time."

With that, he took a swing. I had gone into a defensive mode and I quickly
grabbed his arm as it arced to my body, turned him around with the leverage
and forced him to the ground in one swift movement. I heard a collective
gasp. I tightened the hold just a touch. I whispered in a commanding
voice. "That is enough. I warned you months ago." I accentuated the words
with another tightening of my hold. He winced.

He stopped but yelled, "Let me the fuck up."

"Are you going to be quiet and reasonable."

"I'm going to sue you. You fucking bastard." I heard some laughs and
giggles.

The President came up. "Randy." He said sharply. "Do you know me?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good Mr Wallace is going to let go. You are going to get up and leave
immediately. No words spoken. If you do anything, it will mean the police
and possibly your job. Clear."

"Yes."

"Release him Mr. Wallace." I slowly released the pressure and stood up and
moved aside. Randy stood up and shook his arm. Wisely, he walked quickly to
the door and out with his girlfriend.

"Michael, very nicely done. Poetry in motion. Tell me sometime about your
training."

"One word, Taekwando, sir. Thank you for intervening. I suspect the
hangover will be his greatest punishment."

"Oh, we'll see about that."

Randy was very quiet at work the next week, especially after the rather
loud dressing down from the President. Robert and I didn't seem to have
enough hours in the day. We finished our shopping. Never missed Taekwando,
had several Christmas concerts and sent out our invitations to our New
Years Eve party.

Christmas Eve was one of the most wonderful that I had ever had. We decided
to pack the car and spend the night at Robert's parent's house. It would be
cramped with his brother, Peter and his sister, Jennifer and her partner,
James.

My greeting that afternoon was unexpected. "So I get to meet the one who
has finally captured my brother's heart." Jennifer looked at me from top to
bottom. "I hope that your intentions are honourable?"

"Well as honourable as yours and James."

James broke out laughing. "Got you there Miss Direct. Don't mind her
Michael. The bark is worse than the bite. Although I have had a few bites
but they were ...." The cuff from Jennifer stopped that comment. We all
laughed, including Jennifer, and so I was immersed in the Jackson
family. Supper was relaxed and delicious. We went to the evening service at
the Anglican cathedral and back to open presents and then to bed.

"Have you ever made love in this bed before."

"I can answer that one unequivocally. No, but I have been looking forward
to it."

After trips to the washroom, we slowly undressed each other. We gently
kissed while our erections hit each other below. We both softly caressed
each others balls. It was simple and very erotic.

"69?" I suggested.

"Maybe with me in your mouth, it will keep you a little quiet."

"Afraid, I shall wake the house?"

"Yeah, always a danger with you."

Rob had a very talented mouth. He stuck his finger up and I wet it. When it
went in me, I was in heaven. I ended up over him so that I could lean down
and lick his balls and his hole. I can only really speak for myself but his
hands and mouth brought me to the edge several times and I could only gasp
my pleasure. We both ended up with mouthfuls of each other. I think that we
were fairly quiet for us. A delicious way to start Christmas Day. It was
past midnight.

There were warm goodbyes and safe drives. I knew that I had been accepted
by the family. Now if only the next stage of our first Christmas went as
well. It had started to snow as we were half way there.

"Robert, I need a coffee to steady my nerves."

"Michael, it is going to go well. I just know it."

"OK with you beside me I can do it. Thanks. I still need the coffee." Just
before I put the car in gear for the last half hour drive, I leaned over
and kissed him. It was not a brotherly kiss.

The nephew's had grown and we quickly established a nice rapport with them,
especially Rob. He was a natural. Brian and Elizabeth followed the kid's
lead and by the time we hit "home", I felt that we had established a new
relationship. I guess, standing up for what you believe, worked with
brothers too.

Mom was OK. Dad had obviously been coached. He was cool but proper. He
greeted Robert with reserve. Robert pretended that he never noticed and set
off charming Mom. The kids broke any reserve when they arrived a few
minutes later. Matt's arrival took all the pressure off of us. There was
strength in numbers. A surprise, Matt arrived with no girlfriend. I hoped
that my comments had not been passed on to him. There certainly seemed to
be no reserve between us and he bonded with Robert immediately. We took the
kids out sliding as they had gotten sliders for Christmas and we found an
old toboggan in the garage. It was a blast. We came back with rosy cheeks
and lots of harrowing escapes of near death on the hills. Hot chocolate
never tasted so good.

Supper was amazing. We were all seated. Dad looked around the table and
asked who wanted to say grace. No one moved. I found myself saying that I
would do it. Where do these words come from?

"Bless this table and all those around it. May we all find the peace and
joy that we have shared this afternoon again and again in the coming
year. We give thanks for the bounty set before us and especially to those
who have prepared it. May each of us find that special joy and contentment
that we all strive for. Amen"

"Thank you, Michael, well spoken. The Lord has provided. Dig in." That was
Dad.? I was living in an alternate universe. Had my prejudices and fears
blinded me? Reflection later.

After supper, it was the chaos of gifts. I had drunk only a small glass of
wine all day. I just wanted a clear head at all times. Matt commented. I
told him that I was not a big drinker and that I liked the odd beer, wine
and a little scotch. We chatted. He wanted to come to see Robert and me. I
suggested New Years unless he was busy. He wasn't. The arrangements were
made.

The nephews and Rob were on the floor playing with all the new toys, when
out of the blue one of them asked, "What is a bully Uncle Robert?"

"Well a bully is someone who tries to make people do things they don't want
to do or to make them look stupid in front of the bullies friends. Why do
you ask Tommy?"

"There is this guy in the next grade who is picking on some of the younger
kids and makes them cry or pushes them around. One time he put a guy's face
in the mud."

Conversation lapsed. All eyes and ears were on Robert. "First you go to the
teacher in the yard or your teacher in your class. Then you always tell Mom
and Dad."

"What do you do if he is trying to pick a fight?"

"The same thing as I said before."

"He hit a kid before he had a chance to tell anyone."

"Then you have to defend yourself."

"Have you ever had that happen?"

"Yep. Just a while ago."

"What happened?"

"I went into work early to photocopy some material for a meeting and a guy
came in and threatened me if I didn't let him go first."

"That's not fair. What happened?"

"Uncle Michael stepped in and stopped him. That's why he is my hero." The
bugger said it dripping in honey. The room erupted in laughter. I
blushed. It helped relieve the tension. Rob was good.

"You see Uncle Michael is trained in a martial art, Taekwando. He stepped
in front of me and told the guy to stop and that he was trained to defend
himself. He stood his ground and the guy backed down."

"Did you, did you, Uncle Michael?"

I shrugged a yes. "Is that why you are Uncle Robert's special friend?"

"Possibly, one of the reasons. You know that Uncle Robert is studying
Taekwando with me now."

"Show us some things. Pretend that Uncle Robert is going to be a bully."

I looked at the Brian and Elizabeth who had a twinkle in their eyes. They
nodded OK.

"Now I am pretending to be the bad guy. Am I really bad?" Robert asked the
kids.

"No." They yelled in unison.

"Am I nice guy, nicer than Uncle Michael? If so how much nicer?" I could
see the hand and mouth signals.

"Yes, yes, a bunch nicer." They shouted with big grins. The room erupted.

Robert pulled me into the middle of the room.

Robert looked at me and winked. "Hey stupid I want that candy you are going
to stuff into your big ugly face."

"No it's mine. My mommy gave it to me for recess." I said in kid's
voice. Chuckles around the room.

"Hand it over if you know what is good for you, eh. I'm a Canadian bully."
More laughter.

"You can't have it. I'll tell. And I know Taekwando. I can defend myself."
I said proudly. With that Robert stepped forward and struck out at me. I
grabbed his hand and with one sweep he was on the floor with my face in the
rug. There were gasps of surprise.

"I warned you bully."

"Oh let me up. You are hurting my arm."

"I will if you promise not to do anything more to me."

"OK."

There were cheers and smiles as we took our bows. Even Dad had a small
smile and look of confusion on his face. I know Dad, this is a Michael you
don't know.

"So who is nice, me or Uncle Michael?"

There was little whispering between the nephews. "Your are both just as
nice."

"Right answer, guys." And he gave me a hug around my shoulders. It was a
jock hug.

"Guys, look at me. You never do that without training. What you just saw,
was just a game for Uncle Robert and me." I emphasized looking at them and
Brian and Elizabeth. "Do you understand?" All heads nodded yes.

At breakfast the next day at the motel, I asked what the guys wanted to
do. Skating was the unanimous choice.

To Brian's objections I simply said, "Take the break. Do something you
don't get a chance to do." I winked at him. "We'll be back at noon." I
stressed the time. "I haven't had moments like this for a long time. Let me
enjoy them. The kids love Robert."  When we left, Brian had his arm around
Elizabeth and a twinkle in his eye. We had a great time with the kids.

After a delicious lunch of left overs, I insisted that Mom go and play with
the kids while Robert and I cleaned up. It ended up with all the adults,
except Mom and Dad, joining us. We had fun.

We all said our goodbyes with promises of more get togethers soon. I gave
Mom a peck on the cheek with lots of thanks for the food and hospitality. I
looked at Dad and shook his hand simply thanking him for a nice
reunion. Dad shook Robert's hand and told him he was welcome
anytime. Someone had invaded my father's body.

New Years Eve arrived. Rob and I had bought somethings and cooked
somethings for a really interesting menu for the night. It was a lot of
work but we enjoyed doing it together. We had a fully stocked bar. We were
ready by the afternoon when Matt arrived. The guests started to arrive at 8
and it was a magical evening. One of our friends, Marty from the office,
arrived without a date, looking a little chagrined but Matt took him in tow
and had him relaxed and laughing in minutes. We had champagne ready as
midnight approached. On the stroke of midnight, everyone started to kiss
partners. I looked at Rob touched his hand and saluted him with my
champagne.

From across the room I saw Jack break from a kiss with his wife. He looked
at us and said out loud, "Kiss him Michael. You want to and he deserves
it,... having to put up with you." There were chuckles and I heard several
yeses around the room. So I did it and it was not a gentle kiss.

"It's about time." I heard one of my friends say.  A lot of nodding of
heads.

I looked around and smiled. "I guess that's in the open. Has it been that
obvious?" There were nods and chuckles around the room. It had been a great
evening. I looked around the room. My eyes grew large when I spotted Matt
with Marty. Matt's arm was around Marty's shoulder. I tucked that
away. Slowly the party broke up with only Marty and Matt left.

I was in the kitchen when Matt came in. "Michael, I'll just be blunt. Can
Marty stay for the night?" He smiled a devilish smile. "Don't be too
shocked. Yes, not on the couch. It will not be my first time!"

Wow. What do you say? First don't be Dad. "Surprises will never end. Of
course, he can. Do you have everything you need?"

A look of surprise and love passed over his face. "I am glad I am getting
to know you. You really are the person we all met at Mom and Dad's. Thanks
Mikey. It's not going to go that far. But a bit of lube might be handy. He
moved his hand up and down." We both laughed as I hugged him.

"What's up?" Rob asked as he entered the room.

"We have an extra guest. Marty is staying and not on the couch."

"Oh, do you need anything? What?" He asked as Matt and I broke up.

"That's exactly what brother dear asked. You two are quite a pair."

Matt disappeared. When we came out, he and Marty were clenched, kissing. We
sat down on the couch and kissed each other passionately. One thing led to
another and I found Rob's hand inside my shirt rubbing my chest while we
kissed with tongues in action. I looked over to see Marty's hand in Matt's
crotch with his fingers very delicately fingering a very erect cock visible
through the material. Marty had tried to block our view but he got the
angle wrong. I nodded to Rob, he looked and we decided to go to bed.

"Good night guys. Have a good night. Oh, that has already started." I just
couldn't help myself. There were muffled snickers from Matt and Marty. We
left trying to hide our very erect cocks tenting our pants. Dress pants do
tent more than jeans. I am not sure how successful we were. Oh well.

I gathered some supplies and as they were passing our room, I called to
Matt. "Here big guy. I am just being a boy scout." I handed him several
condoms and lube. "My treat. Just in case." He was still tenting his
pants. Marty was going to be a lucky man if sized mattered to him. There
was no embarrassment, just a genuine thanks, between brothers."

Rob smiled at me. "Very suave, my lover. Now, I think that you would need
the condom if we used them." I smiled, undressed and spread myself on the
bed. There was very little foreplay. Rob was in me. There was murmurs and
love was used many times. He was aggressive but caring.  He was sending
shock waves through my body. I guess I was a little vocal. At one point,
there were gentle taps on the wall from the study. We laughed. We finished
together. At my request, no clean up, just the afterglow and sleep.

I woke later and heard a rhythmic movement on the bed in the study,
punctuated by small moans and grasps. My movements must have woken Rob. I
told him it was time to even the score. I tapped lightly on the wall. The
movements became quieter but did not stop. We shook our heads and Robert
took my place from the previous night. As I thrust into him, I told him
that I didn't care what they heard. His response was a indecipherable gasp
and loud moan. He muttered as I came out of him later that he felt well
fucked. There had been no more taps on the either side of the wall.

I was up and had coffee ready for the other three. I sat in a glow in the
kitchen. I could still picture Rob in me from the night before. Matt was
the first to enter.

"Rob is a lucky guy. I wish that I had come to know the real you sooner."

"Matt, it has been a day and night of firsts for us. It is great to have
you here. I can now see that horniness runs in the family – in two of us
anyway."

"Brian has several kids...Thanks for being open and accepting with me. I
now know how much the last years must have hurt. On a lighter note, I guess
I owe you some supplies." We both chuckled. He answered my look. "Yes, they
are all gone."

"I told you last night it was a gift."

That was all that was said; a bond had been forged. Marty came in.

"Marty, coffee is in the maker and there is cereal and toast. Oh, and some
cheese from last night. I'm sure you need all of that to recoup your
energy."

"I heard with my own ears, that it was you two, who would need a hearty
breakfast." Marty quipped.

"You better believe it." Rob entered yawning. "He just can't take it, the
late nights I mean, of course." There was laughter all around and any
tension was broken. Rob actually came over and gave me a kiss.

Matt was off to stay at Marty's. He quietly said that it would be
quieter. He got a shot in the arm for that and a big hug. I repeated to
Marty what I had said to Steven, the other staff member at the party, that
our partnership was a private matter and to leave it that way at the
office. I explained that we were not ashamed, just careful. As they left, I
hugged Matt and whispered that he was a horny bugger and to have a good
time. He whispered back that he had been inspired by his older brother. I
told him that he could phone and talk anytime he wanted, about any
topic. That's obvious he had replied. We both chuckled.

Rob and I finished the clean up. We had some leftovers for lunch and
settled down in the living room with a glass of wine,

"Michael I feel as if I am in a dream. In my dream, I have had the most
wonderful year of my life. I also dream that I did it with an incredible
partner who is intelligent and sexy."

"I feel as if I am in an alternate universe that includes making up with my
family, forming a bond with my younger brother and finding and joining the
incredible new family of an exceptional partner and lover. The lover is the
most magical."

"As long as you stay in my dream and I remain in your alternate universe, I
don't care. You have made it all possible, Michael."

"Now is the time. I have a little story to tell you." I told him about the
feelings earlier in the year. I didn't identify Sean and I put the positive
decision of change, front and centre."

"You mean you went out with a couple of guys just after the incident in the
photocopy room."

"You were unavailable, a flaming heterosexual. Well, in my mind, in the
other universe."

"You started giving up your Friday nights to build our friendship, even
though I was unavailable?"

"I just enjoyed being with you. The other didn't matter ... at that
point. Oh, I won't say I didn't have some pretty hot fantasies with my hand
after those times, with you as the star." We looked at each other and
smiled.

"Damn, so did I."

"Oh, with your self as the star? Kinky." I got a kick with his sock
foot. "So you see lover, we did this together. Only, it was your courage
that broke the ice and for that you deserve a kiss." He took his kiss with
grace.

"Mike I have an idea. It's cold but sunny, let's go for a walk and we end
up where we end up."

"I have another idea to add. We have lots of food left over; no preparation
necessary. Phone your parents. Invite them for an early supper and we can
watch the New Years presentation by the Vienna Philharmonic from Vienna
with them. But only if they absolutely want to. Plan B we bundle food up
and take it out to them. Plan C we come back and have a great evening
together. We still go for our walk in all plans."

I heard snatches of the conversation but what stuck out was that it had
been my suggestion and we really wanted them. They accepted. We had our
invigorating walk.

The evening with Andrew and Barbara, Dad and Mom, just added to the magical
year. Dad loved the new single malt scotches and Mom raved about our choice
of wine. The food was excellent, the fellowship better. We watched the
Vienna Philharmonic performing in the magnificent Musikverein with its
glorious New Years flowers. We all clapped with the audience when the
traditional final piece, the Radetsky March, was played. We wished each
other a Happy New Year again. Mom had tears in her eyes as she whispered
that she was so happy to see the two of us so happy. It had been a magical
year.

To be continued, the next chapter of Michael's journey is being written. If
you can't wait for the next chapter, see below.

If you liked this story, you might want to read the others that I have
published on Nifty. In particular, Unexpected Change has had the most
positive comments.

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