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Meeting 75 April 11

"Hi, I'm Jakob. I'm an alcoholic."

"Hi, Jakob," the group replied.

"Lance and I just got back from a weekend with his parents. It was my third time to spend time with them. I missed Christmas, but we did a quick visit in the winter. I was really moved that they wanted to do something for my birthday. It's Wednesday, but we used the weekend.

"Lance's brother came in for the afternoon yesterday. It was a nice visit. I haven't felt a part of a family in several years. It's really a change for me. I keep thinking I'll wake up, and I was dreaming it all. Even things with my family are better. They're not Lance's parents, but ... we talk. I occasionally see them. It is much better than `not existing' for nine years.

"I feel good. I feel lucky. Thank you."

The group clapped.

"Hi, I'm Cooper. I'm an alcoholic."

"Hi Cooper," the group replied.

"Things are going well at our home. Mitch and I set a goal to buy a house within a year. So ... obviously, the two of us are good. Corey loves staying with the two of us.

"It's funny. He melted my heart last week. Then something happened with him yesterday that is scaring the crap out of me.

"Last week, we were at his school. My ex was totally fine with getting out of a PTA night. Mitch and I went with Corey. He had a work of art on display he wanted to show me. It was actually quite good. There was a short meeting and they sold refreshments in the back. As we bought a snack, Corey introduced me to his teachers and his friends. He first introduced me as his father, and then he introduced Mitch. `He's like my second dad,' he said. I was so touched. He said it without hesitation or confusion or embarrassment. He was okay with who I was and felt we were a family. I ... I just loved it.

"Yesterday, we all slept in. Mitch and I woke up ... let's just say ... a little frisky. We weren't doing much, but when Corey knocked and then just came in, we were ... kind of ... undressed. We quickly covered. Normally we both wear T-shirts to bed when he stays over the weekend. It was the first time he saw us both shirtless in bed. It didn't faze him at all. He just crawled between us for a couple of minutes and talked about the day's plans. I tried not to look too freaked out, but I just live in fear that he is going to tell my ex that we were undressed around him. Who knows how she would interpret that?

"So, things are good, but I worry about that weird wrinkle. It's just good that Corey thinks of all of us as a family.

"Thank you."

The group clapped.

Jakob and I hadn't eaten. Cooper was the only one to join us this evening. Instead of coffee, we all chowed down on a hamburger.

"I'm not certain I'll be there Wednesday, so let me say Happy Birthday to you tonight, Jakob."

"Thanks, Cooper. It certainly is different than last year. Back then, no family, I was reaching my end with my roommates, I hated living there ... I had nothing to look forward to. Now ... my life is awesome."

"A shame Tyler couldn't realize that," Cooper said.

"I know. No matter how bad things seem, it isn't forever. Jakob is living proof of that," I said.

"Yes. But I am also fully aware — and grateful — that everyone doesn't have the perfect guy just drop into their life."

"Who was that?" I asked.

"I'm serious, Lance. You were my lifeline out of the shelter. I know how lucky I am."

"You're sweet, but you work hard. You would have made your own way. I'm just glad we found each other."

"Do you have any plans?" Cooper asked.

"Dinner out, that's all."

"And amazing sex," I added.

"Lance!" Jakob chided.

"Want to join us, you and Mitch?" Jakob asked.

"Wednesday?"

"Yes, right after the meeting. Mike and Trent are joining us. We'd like it if you and Mitch could make it," said Jakob. "No gifts or anything."

"I'll ask Mitch when I get home," Cooper said. "But I have this work meeting. I don't know how long it will last. Pencil us in. I'll let you know the day of."

"So, tell us about this incident yesterday," I smiled.

"Oh, jeez. Permission to speak frankly?"

"That's the only way Lance knows," Jakob teased.

Cooper laughed. "We'd been awake about 10 minutes. Maybe 15. When Corey is there, we always sleep with night clothes on. We held each other as we talked. Mitch slipped his hand in my underwear. We got horny. We never have sex when my son is there. I don't think we were planning on it. We both got hard and just sort of slipped off our clothes. It was more fondling and groping, but ... our dicks were clearly out of the sheets."

Jakob and I chuckled.

"Corey knocked, but before we even answered, he was opening the door. We had time to pull up the sheet and that was about it."

"He hadn't seen Mitch shirtless before then?" I asked.

"I don't know if he has seen me shirtless. At least in a long time. Corey seriously didn't seem to notice. Thank God. Not to mention conspicuous bulges below the sheet. I tried to raise my knees to conceal some of that ... tenting."

We laughed some more.

"Then, he crawled right between us and started talking about the trampoline park. Mitch and I acted so casual, but I was dying. He stayed there for about five minutes, then I kind of nudged him out. It was a good day. He didn't say anything to my ex-wife when she picked him up, but I can just see him casually mentioning it in regular conversation. Ugh!!"

"What did Mitch think?" I asked.

"Oh, he just thought it was hilarious. He was loving watching me squirm. I mean, he was caught off guard at the beginning, sure, but he knew I was dying. When Corey left the room, he turned to me and said, `We are SO having wild sex tonight.' And ... we did. As wild as we get, anyway."

"I'm so glad you guys are in a good place," Jakob said.

"We are. Madly in love."

"Isn't it wonderful," I said, looking at Jakob.

 

—

 

Trent and I did a quick workout. We had dinner planned with everyone tonight, but we still gave it a strong 45 minutes. We had time to shower. Jakob and I did a quick Wednesday meeting but didn't go out afterward as we had plans with the boys. Ophelia gave Jakob a sweet card.

When we pulled up to Basil and Chianti, Mitch and Cooper were already there. We took our seats, saying we'd be joined shortly by two more. Mitch and Cooper also gave Jakob a card.

Mike and Trent joined us five minutes later. They had never eaten here. Jakob was the birthday boy, so he opted for Italian. Mike and Trent had not seen Mitch since Friendsgiving and really didn't know Cooper that well. I hoped everyone would enjoy expanding the circle of gay friends.

Conversation ranged from Corey, Mike and Trent talking about the wedding, plus now plans for a new house, Jakob's job and Trent's new role at the station.

"Duh!" said Mitch. "I never put two and two together. I don't know why it never occurred to me the person I met in November was the same guy I hear on the radio. How did I miss that? I love listening to you."

"Well, there were a few months between all that. Thanks for listening by the way."

"I can't listen every day, but we typically don't have meetings on Thursdays and Fridays, so I can sometimes turn it on in my office a couple times a week. You're good. And I love Tara."

"Everyone loves Tara," Trent said. "Both she and Ed have been great. The whole station has been supportive, to be honest."

A group of four college kids walked by us on their way out. We heard them laugh at the door. They didn't scream it, but they said it loud enough for us to hear them say, "fags!"

 

"Fags!" some guys yelled at Ash and a friend of his. I felt sorry for them. I should have said something, but I didn't.

It was just after spring break. So many of my friends were just two months from graduating. I was ready for school to be over. Sadly, I wasn't ready to be alone.

Dating was going nowhere. It was fun to fool around with Trent. The thing with Jason ended awkwardly. As much as graduation sounded wonderful, I was getting a bit panicky. I was going to be alone. It was weird that all the thoughts of me missing people were all geared toward men. Mostly Trent. The team was important to me too.

Every time I thought of the team coming to an end, my mind drifted to seeing my friends in the shower. Why did I think about that so much? I wasn't a fag like Ash. I knew he was gay. I wasn't. I knew I wasn't, but at the same time I questioned why I would be able to identify every single player just by a picture of their dick. That was weird. I had stared at them enough, sometimes out of the side of my eyes. But I knew each and every penis in that locker room. I was going to be alone. I wouldn't be around them.

That night, I had the room to myself. Cole was out with his girlfriend. Zach was at a devotional with his church group. I flopped on the bed and decided to enjoy some private time. I was prepared. I had a towel close by. I had Cole's lube near me. I made the room dark. I left a lamp on in the living room just to give me enough dim light to hold things.

I dribbled a bit of lube on my shaft. My hand rubbed it all around the length of it. I wasn't hard yet, but I liked how it felt. I thought of Stacy. She was super crazy when we fucked last time. She loved my cock. I pictured it sliding in and out of her pussy, and I got hard. My mind kept picturing my dick sliding in and out. I added more lube to my other fingers. I both groped and pulled on my rod. My eyes had adjusted more to the darkness. I stared at my cock. I liked how it looked. I pictured it moving in and out. My left hand touched my ass crack. I spread my legs wide open and fingered the puckered opening. I let a finger slip inside. One more squirt really coated my fingers. I slid one deep inside my hole. I moved it in and out. I shut my eyes and thought of dicks moving in and out. I pictured Trent's cock. I pictured it moving in and out as I slid a second finger into my hole. I worked it in and out while my other hand pumped my erection.

My moaning was soft, but my breathing was loud. "Fuck me, Trent," I whispered to no one. "Fuck me with that cock," I whispered to me.

My hips bucked as I worked my crotch and my ass at the same time. I was slick and sweaty and hot and squirming. I considered finding something else to slide into me, but I didn't want to get up. I moved my fingers deeper into my channel. I called out in a big groan. I tried to get a third finger in. It was clumsy, but I wriggled them in an inch or so. I squealed feeling the sensations in my ass.

I wished Trent were fucking me. I wanted him to fuck me again so bad.

I yanked my hard flesh more fiercely. The slickness of my grip made a squishy sound as I stroked my erection. I pounded my pole with determined power. It felt so good. I was close. I wanted to come.

"Ungh!" I called out.

I shot a stream of cum on my chest. I fingered my hole through my orgasm.

"Yeah. Come in me, Trent," I whispered.

I pulled and yanked. I all but tried to remove my hard cock from my body. Eventually the last drops of semen stopped.

I gave out a deep breath.

I wiped my hands on the towel. I got up to head to the bathroom to clean up. I sat the lube and towel on the counter. As I washed my hands in a soapy lather, I stared in the mirror at my cum on my chest. I took a finger and ran it through some of the liquid. I brought it to my tongue to taste it.

Meh. I didn't see the allure. Not that it mattered. I wasn't a fag.

I seriously washed the bottle of lube, then dried it, then placed it exactly in the drawer where it had been. I even made sure the lettering lined up just as I found it. I buried the towel at the bottom of my dirty clothes.

—

The next day, I saw Ash and his friend at the same table outside the bistro. The same jerks walked by.

Fags!" they shouted.

Ash and his friends just smiled and blew it off.

 

The six of us rolled our eyes and blew off the comment. It didn't bother us. We just figured it was where those guys were at in their maturity. They would eventually grow out of it.

Mitch complimented me on Jakob's necklace. I told him it was a Christmas gift. I was worried about my gift to Jakob later tonight.

A slice of black forest cake came out with a scoop of ice cream. A candle was lit in it, and the five of us sang. Well, the other guys sang. I didn't. Much. I wished I could sing. Basil and Chianti wasn't the type of place one made a scene, so the simple tune was brief and to the point.

"Make a wish, babe," I said.

"No need. All my wishes have come true. All I ever really wanted was to be loved. And I've fallen in love."

"Aw," our four friends said. Our table was so gay.

 

—

 

We returned back to the apartment just after 10. Evan was sitting in the living room.

"Happy birthday, Jakob," he said.

"Thank you, sir."

"Was it a nice evening?"

"It was."

"Except for some jerks calling us fags," I said.

"Seriously?"

"It was on the way out. It didn't bother us."

As I said that, the fact that I brought it up told me it had to bother me to a certain degree. I'm sure the others felt it too.

"I have something for you," Evan said, handing Jakob a gift.

"What? I wasn't expecting anything. How sweet. And unnecessary. Thank you, Evan."

"It's not much."

Jakob ripped off the giftwrap. It was a photo of Jakob at Friendsgiving. He wasn't looking at the camera; he was gazing off to the side. I don't think Evan had shown it to us before. It was artistically faded so that lettering could be placed on top of the photo:

"You are wonderful, one of a kind,
Uniquely valuable!
Right now, think of your positive qualities
and the things you can do better
than the average person can.
Always remember:
You are smarter,
more capable
and more significant
than you think you are.
— Joanna Fuchs"

"When I read that, it made me think of you."

Jakob looked at Evan. It was a very personalized gift. The framing was quite nice as well.

"I love it. Thank you, Evan." Jakob gave him a hug. "Love you, too, Ev," he said giving Evan a peck on the cheek. He giggled.

"I'm sure you're not hungry," Evan said.

"Ugh," we both said.

"We ate so much," I said.

"I figured, so Jakob has something for tomorrow."

"What do you mean?"

"I remembered you talking one time how you loved banana pudding as a kid, so you have some in the fridge for tomorrow."

"Un uh! With Vanilla Wafers?!"

"Absolutely."

"Get! Out!"

Jakob got up to go look at the bowl in the fridge.

"Aw. That makes me so happy. Banana pudding always reminds me of happy times. Mom would make it on special occasions."

We visited for a little bit. Jakob got a very small sample of the pudding just to be in the moment. Evan was a champ. Jakob and I were fortunate to room with someone so kind and understanding. This was particularly true when we didn't find out until two days later that he and Kristy had broken up tonight. It was apparently fairly mutual. No hard feelings. Evan knew he didn't feel what Jakob and I did. He said Kristy felt the same. They parted as good friends. I felt sad for him.

After brushing our teeth, Jakob slid into the sheets on his side of the bed.

"Taxes are due tomorrow. Did you send yours in?" I asked.

"Yeah, Monday while you were at work. I thought I told you. I actually made more last year than I did the previous two years. And I only worked half the year. For the most part at least."

"I could say the same, but obviously I was fresh out of college."

I handed him his gift. "Happy birthday, gorgeous."

"What's this? You already treated me to dinner."

"I hope you're okay with it."

He tore off the paper and looked at it. It was a new smart phone.

"Lance." He hesitated. "I can't accept this. It's ... it's too much."

"I knew you would say that. It's not the very latest model; it's a couple back, so it probably didn't cost what you think it did."

"It's still several hundred dollars. I can't let you do this."

"Do you need it?"

"Yes."

"Will you use it?"

"Yes."

"Do you want it?"

"Yes."

"Do you like it?"

"Of course."

"Then enjoy it."

I leaned over to kiss him. Then I took off my underwear and slid back into the sheets with him. He placed the gift on his nightstand. I lit a candle.

"It can't be a birthday without birthday sex," I said. "What would the birthday boy like tonight? Fuck or be fucked? Suck or be sucked?"

"Sounds like no wrong answer."

I whispered into his ear, "If you fuck me, I promise to not to wake up Evan."

He chuckled. "We've gotten pretty good these last three months."

I leaned in for a deep kiss. Sex seemed irrelevant as we kissed for several minutes. It was affectionate and tender. When we finally pulled our lips apart, we looked into each other's eyes.

"I love you, angel. You've made this day perfect."

He reached for my cock.

"I love you, Jakob. More than anything."

I got up and grabbed a beach towel. It covered much of the bed. I asked Jakob to lie on his stomach. I pulled out the last of the massage oils that Trent and Mike gave us for Christmas. By candlelight, I gave Jakob a long, sensual massage. As I rubbed his back and his shoulders, I could hear him moan.

"You have no idea how good that feels. We did a lot of lifting in the back room today. Your hands are wonderful."

I rolled him over. My hands massaged his chest. The scent of the vanilla oil became mingled in his chest hair. My hands worked back down to his feet again and massaged them. He moaned. Slowly, they climbed up his legs until I gently took my lover's balls in my hands. I gently fondled them. His cock was hard. I slowly traced it with one finger on each hand. It jumped and moved at times as I barely touched it. My touch was ethereal.

"Lance. Angel," he breathed.

My mouth devoured his stiff rod. Slowly, I bobbed up and down on his hard flesh. Jakob ran his fingers through my hair. I feared if I did it too long, he might come. I moved to his ear.

"I want you to be inside me on your birthday."

"Oh yeah," he breathlessly whispered.

He leaned to the side of the bed. I heard the drawer open.

"Cherry, please."

I spread my legs open. Jakob's fingers were lubed and slick. He worked two fingers into my hole.

"Do that for a while," I requested.

Jakob fucked me with his fingers for a few minutes. I loved it.

"Baby, drip some lube on my dick," I said.

He did. I lifted my legs after he coated his own erection in slippery lubricant. He moved his crotch up to my waist. Having fingered me previously, his cock glided in. It was welcome.

I added more lube to my fingers. I both groped and pulled on my rod. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness. I stared at my cock. I liked how it looked. My left hand touched Jakob's bush as he fucked me. I spread my legs open wider and let a finger rub the top of his dick as it slid in and out of the puckered opening. Then I let a finger follow it and slip inside. I groaned at both of us being inside my interior. I moved it in and out. I shut my eyes and thought of dicks moving in and out. I pictured my cock in Jakob's ass. I pictured it moving in and out as I slid a second finger into my hole. I worked it in and out while my other hand pumped my erection.

My moaning was soft, but my breathing was loud. "Fuck me, Jakob," I whispered to him. "Fuck me with that cock," I whispered to me.

My hips bucked as I worked my crotch and my ass at the same time. I was slick and sweaty and hot and squirming. I squealed feeling the sensations in my ass.

Jakob's breathing was heavy and ragged. He grabbed my ankles and pushed in with more force.

I yanked my stiff flesh harder. I pounded my pole with determined power. It felt so good. I was close. I wanted to come. I needed to come. My cock yearned to come.

"I'm close, baby. You're going to make me come."

"Me too, angel."

"Ungh!" I called out.

I shot a stream of cum on my chest. I fingered my hole through my orgasm. Jakob shoved his cock, lifting me higher.

"Yeah. Come in me, Jakob," I whispered.

I pulled and yanked. I all but tried to remove my hard cock from my body. Eventually the last drops of semen stopped.

I gave out a deep breath. So did Jakob. He reached down with two fingers and swiped them through my cum. We both met to lick it off his fingers and share it with a kiss.

"That was my last thing to give. Happy birthday, baby."

 

—

 

Things were better with his family, but I still wouldn't call them good, certainly not great. Simply better. Jakob would meet his mother and sister from time to time. We hadn't been to the house since Christmas. Keaton was coming in for Jakob's birthday this weekend.

I shook his father's hand as we entered the house for the Saturday lunch. He nodded but didn't really say anything. Both Keaton and Teresa gave me a hug. Mrs. Morgan wrapped me in a firm embrace, just as she did for Jakob.

During the meal, conversation was good. Jakob mostly talked about his new work. They were happy for him.

"I have a friend who went to see Trent's play," said Teresa. "She said it was so good. Mom and I loved it. It was good, wasn't it, Dad?"

"A lot of emotion," he said, not really endorsing it.

"Trent is so talented," I proudly said. "He and Mike are such good friends."

Keaton talked a little about his work but said he didn't feel any type of enjoyment that Trent and Jakob got from their work.

"I can't say I get a lot of thrill out of the gym but getting to know our members really changed it for me. I enjoy seeing them."

"Lance is awesome at his job," my partner complimented.

We sang Happy Birthday to Jakob yet again. Mrs. Morgan had prepared a German chocolate cake. After blowing out the candle, he thanked his family for the lovely lunch.

"We have something for you," his mother said.

She handed him a card and a gift bag. Jakob read the card, smiled and said, "Thank you." Pulling out the tissue, he revealed a snow globe. It was from a ski resort in Colorado. Jakob knew I wouldn't understand.

"It was my favorite family trip when I was little," he said.

"There's a T-shirt in there as well. You've outgrown the one you got when you were seven."

"Thanks, Mom. Thanks, Dad."

"Me next," Teresa said.

I looked at both cards as he opened the next gift. They were both simple but cute. Her gift was a framed picture I had taken on her camera at Christmas. She also had his favorite candy bars and a book on decorating she thought he would like.

Jakob gave his sister a kiss.

"I'm last, I guess," Keaton said.

Jakob looked at him in an expression of surprise. I guess he wasn't expecting anything from his brother. Keaton handed him a card. On top of it was a small box. Jakob lifted the lid and saw a flash drive. He gave Keaton a curious look.

"It's all the songs you and I listened to as a kid. I made a playlist for you. I know it's nothing, but ..."

"I love it," Jakob said.

He opened the card. Unlike the other two, this had a lot of wording. A lot was printed, but Keaton had written several lines too. Jakob bit on his lips as to hold back a sniffle. Apparently, it was a very personal message. I could tell Jakob was touched.

"Would anyone like a second piece of cake?" Mrs. Morgan asked. Everyone refused. She said she would package up some for us to take.

Jakob stared at the snow globe. "I need to get back here."

"Maybe we can go someday," I said.

"It's really pretty."

"Maybe one day you'll take a girl there," Mr. Morgan said.

Dad!" all three siblings screamed.

"It could happen," he softly said.

I could tell the three were mortified, I think more on my behalf than Jakob's. I held my tongue.

The silence was stifling. No one knew what to say next.

"Oh! You have another card," Mrs. Morgan said.

She handed it to him. Jakob's expression was one of shock. "Oh my gosh."

He looked at me. His eyes were huge.

"It's from Anson. I haven't heard from him since high school."

 

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