Date: Mon, 15 Apr 2002 08:11:07 +1000
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Long Lost Lovers

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This is a gay adult story with the consequent language and images. If
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continue. If these are illegal in your area, then you have my sympathy, but
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This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the
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with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your
obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily.

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Long Lost Lovers

Iainlthr@hotmail.com


He looked fucking fabulous. I couldn't take my eyes from his body, as I
tried to drink in every inch of his frame, tried to hold the vision in my
mind and store it away to be cherished forever more.

At just over six feet tall, Ian dominated any group by virtue of his height
alone. But he was gorgeous as well. A true hunk. His face was classically
beautiful, with tousled dark brown hair, piercing deep green eyes, a
straight patrician nose and square jaw. He had broad shoulders and the
perfectly defined chest with pectorals you could bounce a coin off,
emphasised by small but always erect nipples. Below them, a washboard
stomach squeezed between the narrowest waist bore a hint of dark fuzz which
led invitingly downwards, disappearing beneath a pair of running shorts. His
legs were pillars of muscled strength, rippling as he walked, and from the
rear his shoulder blades and back had the same toned, fluid movement of the
very fit. His skin had the tanned glow of having been exposed to the sun for
most of the summer.

We had been best friends at school, but had lost touch, and this was the
first time I had seen him in more than 10 years. I'd always remembered him
as being the most attractive guy at school, but he was more than that -- he
was simply stunning. Without a thought for the consequences, I simply stared
at him, my total concentration directed at the apparition before me.

"Mike ... MIKE?" The sound of my name finally broke through the daydream in my
mind, and I started as I realised Ian was talking to me.

"Uh, sorry, man" I stuttered at him, "What did you say?"

"I asked if you wanted to go for a swim. Are you okay? You seemed to be a
million miles away."

I smiled, guiltily, grateful that sitting in the lounge chair as I was, my
erection was uncomfortable but not obvious. "Yeah, that'd be great. I'll get
changed in my room and meet you down at the pool."

Jumping up, I made a hurried exit from his room, hoping the bulge in my
jeans wasn't too noticeable. I was sure he had looked at my crotch as I
stood, but maybe that was just wishful thinking on my part. As I shucked off
my clothes and pulled on a pair of Speedos, I reflected on how this weekend
had turned out even better than I had hoped.

When I received the invitation to attend a class re-union at a resort hotel
on the Gold Coast, I had been unsure, but thought it could be interesting to
catch up with the guys I went to school with, and have a nice break away
from home at the same time. In a way, I was kind of looking forward to the
shock value from some of them when I told them I was gay. And I was curious
about what all those pimply teenagers had become over time. In addition,
there was the hope that Ian would be there. I had had a crush on him right
through school, but never had the guts to say or do anything about it, just
dreamed and worshipped from afar.

So when I arrived this morning to find that my room was right next to his,
and then to have him knocking at the door to say hello, I was ecstatic. We'd
sat and made small talk over a drink, trading stories about work. Nothing
too personal, but I had become entranced by him, unable to take my eyes off
him, and now this invitation to swim -- a perfect chance to ogle him in his
briefs, and chat even more.

Like a love-sick kid, I raced down to the pool area, looking around for him
on the sun-lounges near the bar. I prayed that my cock would behave itself
and not swell again to give me away in the tight lycra Speedos I wore. As
soon as I stepped into the sun, I saw Ian's arm waving from a quiet area on
the other side of the pool, a little away from the main entrance, and just a
bit more secluded than the rest of the surrounds. I could feel the telltale
throb in my groin, but willed myself not to get an erection, and tried to
look casual as I sauntered towards him.

As soon as I was within arm's reach, Ian jumped up, grabbed my towel and
bundle of clothes and threw them onto a lounge. Gripping my arm, he called
out "Last one in buys the first round of drinks tonight!" and dived for the
water, pulling me along with him. With a mighty splash we both plunged into
the cool but pleasant blue pool. Coming up for air, I spluttered and
laughed, throwing armfuls of water at him as he surfaced close by. I had
always loved the water, always felt so comfortable, so free, when it
surrounded and supported me. Never a champion, I had nonetheless been quite
competitive at school. I revelled in the feeling again now, taking a few
strokes, then diving under to drift lazily in the silence before coming up
for air.

Ian had stayed in only for a few minutes, before climbing onto one of the
ledges that acted as an underwater seat, leaning back with his arms along
the pool edge. I continued my drifting, floating on my back, then kicking
and ducking under again to swim along the bottom of the pool, before
returning to the surface and propelling myself along with small confident
kicks. Finally, I looked around for him, and made my way over to the same
seat ledge.

"Mike, you always look so ... so graceful, in the water." Ian said admiringly.
"You make it seem like there's no effort at all to swimming. You always did.
I remember watching you at school sports days, and thinking how you made it
seem so natural to be in the water."

"Well, thank you. I'm flattered." I smiled at him. He grinned back almost
sheepishly, and I swore there was the hint of a blush on his cheeks. "Let's
dry off and have a drink." I continued, and he happily agreed, standing
quickly and jumping out of the pool to grab a towel and wrap it around
himself as he took up position on one of the two lounges where our clothes
were.

I followed him out, drying myself and musing over the unexpected compliment.
It occurred to me a little unusual that he would have remembered my swimming
ability after all these years. After a quick rubdown, I stretched out on the
lounge, letting the hot sun warm my body. With my eyes closed against the
glare, I spread my arms and legs to make the most of the heat. Beside me I
heard Ian murmur "mmm, that's nice."

"Yeah, the sun feels good after that swim." I agreed.

"Oh, uh, yeah, that too." he said, then added "I'll go get us a drink,
okay?"

As I opened my eyes to look around, curious about his strange comment, he
headed for the bar. From this angle I got a great view of his firm round
buns wrapped in the tight nylon of his Speedos. Once again, I couldn't help
but stare at the beauty of him, and my cock stirred, beginning to grow and
push against the fabric of my tights. I desperately tried to will myself not
to become erect, succeeding only partially. I hoped it wasn't too obvious,
but didn't try to cover up since there was only the two of us in this quiet
corner, and guessed that it would be less apparent if I pretended nothing
was different.

When Ian returned, he placed my drink beside me and remained standing,
stretching his arms and chest before leaning against a planter box with his
eyes closed facing into the sun, his legs slightly apart and his arms back
so that his magnificent chest was pushed forward. He was truly a hunk. As my
eyes roamed over him the telltale twitch in my groin returned. The Speedos
he wore were so tight, black and shiny, and did nothing to hide his assets.
I could clearly see the outline of his large round balls and the full thick
tube of his penis, could even make out the ridge of his cockhead. As my own
prick began to throb and lengthen, I swore that his meat was growing inside
the nylon pouch he wore. I looked up into his face, to find that his eyes
were now open, his attention centred on me. More specifically, he seemed to
be staring at my groin. At that thought, my cock jumped with an involuntary
twitch and I felt a deep flush travel through me.

Ian looked into my face, then away quickly with an embarrassed grin. He
straightened and moved to the adjoining lounge chair. Yes, I thought, there
was a very pronounced tenting in the front of his Speedos. So inviting, so
hot. As my excitement increased, I sat up straighter to conceal my growing
erection.

Trying to find a diversion, to change the subject in my mind, I turned my
face to him again.

"So, Ian, we talked about work, what about socially?" I asked innocently.
"What have you been up to all this time?"

"Nothing special, really." He answered slowly, seeming to choose his words
carefully. "You know how it is, the usual round of friends, parties,
dinners, etc. I bought myself a house about 18 months ago, and it needed a
bit of work, so that accounts for a large chunk of my free time."

I smiled. "I can sympathise with that. I went through the renovation phase
on my own place about 3 years ago. The hassles with tradesmen and materials,
and living in half finished rooms. What a nightmare." We laughed together at
the memories.

"What about yourself?" he asked. "Anyone important in your life? A
`significant other' as they say these days?"

I thought carefully, wondered where he was going, or how he would react to
the truth. "No," I hesitated, "always on the lookout, but I'm still single."

"Just haven't found the right girl, huh?"

This was it, the moment of revelation. `Fuck it' I thought, `it's now or
never'. Looking him directly in the face, I braced myself. "Just haven't
found the right guy, actually. I'm gay, you know." I said it calmly, tried
to make it sound almost offhanded. I was expecting some kind of reaction,
but not the one I got.

Ian had his drink to his lips, and at my words he gave a strangled kind of
gasp, spitting the alcohol onto the ground, and started laughing. I looked
at him in amazement as he shook with mirth at the unexplained joke,
beginning to get a little annoyed that he should find my sexuality such a
source of entertainment. It took him fully 30 seconds to calm down enough to
look me in the eye, with a huge smile on his face.

"I didn't think it was funny!" I said, the irritation clear in my voice.

"No, no, you don't understand," he said, more giggles escaping him. "Mike,
Mike... I'm gay too!"

I sat up at that, surprised and then not surprised. I should have guessed.

"But that's not what I was laughing about. It gets better. For all those
years at school, I had a huge crush on you! I wanted you, wanted to be like
you and to be with you, but I could never summon up the courage to say
anything. You know what it was like -- no-one ever admitted to being a poof,
in case you were shunned, or even worse."

Now it was my turn to laugh, long and hard. Ian smiled with me, waiting for
me to get over the burst of giggles so I could calm down enough to speak
again. Finally, I could look into his bemused eyes. "You've just taken the
exact words out of my mouth." I said. "I can't tell you how much I wanted
you when we were at school. I thought about you all the time, but couldn't
tell you. In fact, I thought about you for a long time afterward as well."

We broke up with laughter at that, more with relief and release at being
able to open up to each other after so long, than any sense of hilarity.
When we subsided again, we really began to talk. It turned out that we knew
many of the same restaurants and clubs, often drank in the same places. It
was amazing that we hadn't run into each other at one or the other over the
years. The conversation was one between old friends, with no need for
secrets or hidden meanings. I felt so comfortable, so at ease as we caught
up on the years. I experienced a feeling of having come home, being able to
tell everything to this gorgeous man from my past.

"You know, Mike," Ian said after a time, in a softer voice, "you look
fantastic. I always admired your body, but you've improved with time."

"Me?" I asked in genuine surprise. "You're the one who looks great. I have
to plead guilty to pure lust all morning, and more than once having to hide
a hard-on since you knocked at my door!" Even as I said it, I felt the
familiar urge building again. And when I looked, I could now see quite
clearly that Ian was sporting a growing tumescence in his Speedos. Our eyes
met and locked, and we smiled again, this time the smile of anticipation and
mutual excitement.

"Should we do something about these?" he said invitingly, indicating our
respective groins.

"Your place or mine?" I grinned.

We almost ran from the pool area, finding ourselves in my room simply
because it was closer to the elevators than his. As soon as the door closed
behind us our belongings fell to the floor and his arms were around me as he
drew me to him. With my hands on his back, and our faces only inches apart,
I looked into his eyes, seeing the need I felt reflected back at me.

"Ian, I've waited so long for this," I started, but he held his finger to my
lips.

"Forget about what might have been, and enjoy what is." He said softly.

We edged closer to each other, wanting and needing but yet somehow holding
back, for no apparent reason. Then our lips brushed against each other
lightly. The feathery contact released all of our inhibitions, and we
crashed against each other. His mouth closed over mine, and I felt the
moistness of his tongue at my lips. Opening to accept him, I tasted him, and
pressed with my own tongue as we jousted and sucked at each other,
swallowing each other and locked together. My hands explored his back and
shoulders, his neck and arms. I felt his fingers at my waist, then sliding
down over my arse. My cock was straining in the Speedos, pressing forward
and I ground myself against him, feeling the hardness of him through the
double layer of fabric.

My hands fell to his butt, and I began to slide the flimsy nylon costume
from him. As I did, we broke our kiss, and my mouth turned to his jaw,
nibbling and licking as I slid my tongue along his cheek, and down his neck.
He threw his head back and moaned softly, as my fingers found the knot of
cord at the front of his Speedos, undoing it quickly and lifting the lycra
out and over his erection, pushing the restraining material down his legs so
it fell to the ground. He stepped out of the Speedos and kicked them away as
my hand closed around his large throbbing meat. My fingers traced the length
of his rod, to touch at the sticky moisture forming at his slit, while my
other hand wrapped around the large orbs hanging between his legs.

Ian groaned with delight, and his hands worked over my shoulders and neck,
sliding up and down my back. My skin tingled to his touch as my lips
travelled down his neck and onto his chest. Moving to one side, I found his
nipple, licking at it first, and then nibbling gently at the hard brown nub.
I shifted my attention to his other tit, then back again, as he sighed with
low "mmmmmmm's" with each bite at his aureole. Dropping to my knees in front
of him, my nose rubbed its way down the muscled ridges of his abdomen, the
dusting of hair soft and enticing against my skin. I breathed in deeply,
enjoying the musky scent of his body until I came to face his very
masculinity.

The fleshy pole before me was magnificent. Long, hard, smooth but for the
veins of blood pulsing under the skin. It throbbed slightly with each beat
of his heart, standing up proudly and enticingly. I noticed that there was
no tan line on his skin, and thought in passing that he must sunbathe naked.
I could see a droplet of clear pre-cum forming at the very tip of his prong,
and my tongue licked out, scooping it up as I tasted his essence. I savoured
the moment as I enjoyed what I had dreamed of for years, then slowly began
to trace the length of his shaft with my tongue, licking longingly along him
until my face came up against the wiry pubic hair surrounding the base of
his cock. From there my mouth journeyed slowly down until I could lick at
his scrotum. I sucked the skin into my mouth. Closing my lips around his
encased testicles and massaging them with my tongue, as he gasped quietly.
Releasing his jewels, I returned to his cock, and this time my lips opened
over the large darkened head, closing around the ridge of his glans.
Generating saliva and coating him, I slid slowly down, my teeth scraping
gently against the sensitive skin as I swallowed him inch by inch, drowning
his manliness in warm moisture and working my throat around the solid tube
of flesh. I did not gag, willed myself to relax as the hot pole of male
muscle entered my throat, and pressed my face forward until he was
completely inside me, my nose buried once again in the hair at his groin.

I swallowed. The reflex action of my muscles massaging his entire shaft as I
did. Slowly I began to lift away, then pushed back again, slurping at him,
sucking him into me and releasing him momentarily to sink onto him again. I
felt the twitching tremble of his excitement as my hands explored the firm
skin of his buttocks, and my fingers strayed to play with the sensitive skin
of his ball sac. I increased my tempo, working my way up and down on his
rod, enjoying the incredible feeling of his powerful cock pressing into my
throat.

As his breathing became shorter, Ian leaned down, his hands going to my
face. He lifted me away from him, gently. "Easy, Mike," he hissed, "there's
no need to hurry this. We've waited years already!".

I stood and smiled into his deep green eyes, and our mouths met again,
re-igniting the most passionate kiss I have ever experienced. He ground his
hips forward, pressing his slicked cock against the Speedos I wore.
Suddenly, he reached down and cupped my aching hard-on in one hand, the
other gripping my nuts, rubbing the lycra material against my skin. His face
pulled away from me and he smiled again, this time a mischievous glint in
his eye. Without warning he yanked at the flimsy costume, tearing it from me
and flinging the remnants to one side. Backing off a little, he stood and
stared at me, his eyes hungrily travelling all over my body, lingering on
the trembling steel hard pole of my cock. "That's what I meant when I said
`nice' at the pool!". I remembered his comment and laughed.

Ian grabbed me then, both arms around me, and turned to one side, pulling me
over and throwing me onto the king size bed, before crashing on top of me
himself. We rolled around, hands and arms and mouths exploring each other,
legs intertwining, bodies mashing together. We could not get enough of each
other, wanting to hold and touch, to possess each other with years of pent
up anticipation. We writhed and twisted, sucked and licked, played and
squeezed, laughing and groaning all at once in a combined frenzy of passion
and joy.

Eventually we slowed even in this, coming to a more tender point, kissing
long and passionately as we lay side by side. I manouevered around to roll
onto my back, and to pull Ian up so he lay atop me, his legs between my own
so I could lift my knees and wrap them around his beautiful body. Our still
throbbing erections mashed between our bodies, touching along their
respective lengths. I could feel the heat of his cock against my own, and
knew he was experiencing the same sensation. As I broke our kiss yet again,
I looked up into his eyes, and saw in them a need that matched my own, a
mixture of happiness and excitement and ... what else?

"Ian," I whispered into his ear, "I need you, need you NOW!". As I did, my
legs lifted again, and I squeezed him between my thighs, urging him in my
mind to take me. He looked back at me, his own desire great.

"Are you sure?"

"I've been sure for over ten years."

He lifted himself from me, and his face searched the room. I gestured at the
bedside table. "Second drawer." I whispered. "Always prepared..." and grinned
at him. He quickly found the sachet of lubricant, and re-positioned himself
between my legs, now on his knees. I lifted my legs higher, giving him
access to the soft pink target of my anus as he ripped the top of the
packet, and smeared a generous glob of the sticky gel onto his cock.
Squeezing more of it over his fingers, he leaned forward, and I felt the
cool lube being applied to my hole, his finger working slowly, carefully
into me to coat the inner muscle of my sphincter.

Ian leaned forward again, his hands on either side of me, and I felt the
solid tip of him nudging against my arse. I ached with the anticipation and
the need, trembled with the excitement of my dreams come true in this one
moment. I looked up at him. "Yeah, stud, I'm ready. Do it now!" I urged him.

He began to press forward, and as he did, I pushed back, willing myself to
relax and to open, to allow him entry. My anus resisted, and I felt the
discomfort, the momentary pain as I was stretched by his cockhead. I forced
myself to accept his invasion, as he slid the rounded knob of his manliness
slowly through my ring of muscle. I winced, then breathed a long sigh of
relief as the head of his cock slipped inside me and my rectum closed behind
the lip of his glans. Ian stopped then, waiting for me to adjust, to become
used to him there. The pain quickly disappeared, replaced by a wonderful,
erotic sensation of being opened, and a growing need to have more of him. I
smiled into his questioning eyes, and he relaxed with my reassurance, his
confidence re-emerging.

Now he began to slide into me. Slowly, but steadily, his long strong cock
entered my willing body. I felt the length of his shaft sliding in, felt the
rubbing as his prong caressed my prostate and continued on. The sensation of
being filled, of surrendering to blissful invasion, was incredibly erotic. I
was no virgin, but this was like a first time for me. Never had I wanted
someone as I wanted him, and never had I experienced the total enjoyment I
felt as he sank himself into me.

Finally, he filled me completely. The full length of his hard, powerful
weapon was buried in my bowel. I swore I could feel the tip of his cockhead
nudging the base of my stomach as he came to rest, my balls crushed against
his pubic bone. "Oh, fuck, Mike," he gasped, "that feels so good!!". I
nodded my agreement, basking in the flood of pleasure that was washing over
me. As Ian caught his breath, still motionless as his cock was lodged
completely inside me, I flexed the muscles of my arse, gripping at him,
squeezing the shaft of his meat with my rectum. His eyes opened wide. "Oh,
yeah, mmmmmmm", he moaned. Bending forward, which had the added effect of
forcing him even deeper into me, he kissed me, and I kissed him back, my
entire body tingling with joy and emotion.

Our mouths separated and my head dropped back onto the bed as he settled
into a more comfortable position. Then he pulled back slightly, the grip of
my arse around him tightening in response. Again he edged forward, then
pulled again, this time a little further. The friction of the movement
within me sent shivers through my body. Soon, Ian was sliding his steel hard
pole slowly in and out, in long measured strokes which delivered
indescribable pleasure with each motion. He settled into a rhythm, not too
fast, but steady and thrilling, and I matched him, pushing back as he drove
forward, clenching at him as he pulled back. I urged him on with whimpers
and moans of delight, and he gasped and groaned with the joy of being inside
me.

Gradually, and despite us both wanting this to go on for hours, his tempo
increased, his thrusts became more forceful. The tide of passion rose within
each of us at the prolonged pleasure of our coupling. Unable to resist our
natural urges, Ian pounded into me, harder and faster, deeper and deeper,
his movements becoming more urgent. I matched his need with my own, gripping
at him, pulling him against me with my legs, rutting back at him faster and
faster. I whispered obscenities to him, begging him to plough my body deeper
and harder, and he obliged, thumping himself at me, ramming his masculinity
into my hot wet accepting cavern.

Sweat poured from both of us as passion rose. The sounds of our lovemaking
filled the room, grunts and groans joining with the squeaking protest of the
bed springs, and the squelching of his ramrod weapon ploughing my hole. The
aroma of male musk, of pure masculine sex, mixed with the sweat to leave the
scent of passion on the air. Electric shocks raced through my body,
emanating from the glorious invading rod within me, and radiating to every
nerve as the irresistible tide of orgasm began to rise. Ian gasped and
moaned, his hard fleshy sword of maleness spearing into me, taking
possession of my writhing body. I arched back at him, impaling myself on the
steel hard dagger of his cock. I felt that rod of iron pierce me, own me,
and I surrendered totally to it, to him. With a crash, I knew I had reached
the point of no return. I tried to gasp out a warning to Ian, but he
continued his pounding invasion, his naked sabre buried to the hilt in my
clutching wet scabbard.

Suddenly, my entire body tensed and gripped. My balls heaved and rolled, and
poured their load into my shaft. Ian at that instant grabbed hold of my
cock, and pumped it. A stream of white hot cum erupted from me, shooting
high into the air and crashing back onto my stomach. A second and a third
followed, and more, until I felt a river of jism pouring from my twitching
pole and filling a lake of white goo on my stomach. Even as I came, shooting
again and again, Ian gasped, and shuddered. His mighty cock swelled even
further as it filled me completely. He called out, a strangled, wordless cry
and his entire body spasmed as he emptied load upon load of his male essence
deep within me. Still thrusting, although slower but with greater force, his
manjuice poured into me, sloshing around and over his throbbing member, and
dribbling from me.

After what seemed like hours -- I lost all track of time -- the heaving
quaking power of orgasm subsided slowly from each of us. Ian withdrew his
still rampant weapon from me slowly, and we collapsed together, arms around
each other, in a euphoric haze of post coital exhaustion. Sated as never
before, and happy beyond words, I lifted onto one elbow, looking down into
those emerald eyes.

"You know, when I said before that I thought about you all through school,
and for a long while after?" I asked tenderly.

"Uh huh" he nodded, a question in his eyes.

"Well, the truth is, I never stopped thinking about you. It was the chance
to see you again that was one of the main reasons for coming to this
re-union weekend." There. I had said it. I had opened up with the biggest
secret of my life, to the only one who I could ever have told.

He smiled softly, a look of tenderness on his face. "I just wish I'd taken
the time to track you down much earlier, Mike." He looked hard at me, and my
heart beat with unexplained pounding. Neither of us had any more words for
that special moment, and something happened between us just then that I
didn't yet comprehend.

An hour later, Mike lifted himself into a sitting position, and I swivelled
around so my head was resting against his still naked groin. "You realise
that the re-union dinner is supposed to start soon. Do you still want to go,
or would you rather just stay here and make love all night?"

I smiled at the thought. "Both!" I said, then added, "I did want to catch up
with the others. I was planning to `come out' to all of them at dinner
tonight, wanted to see the looks on faces, see who accepted and who didn't"

"Okay." He said. "I wouldn't mind seeing a shock or two as well. So we'll
go. And then maybe retreat from the fray back here again."

We managed to drag ourselves upright, and Ian borrowed my robe to fetch his
evening clothes from his room down the corridor while I showered quickly. He
came back to my room, saying he didn't want to be separated from me any
longer than necessary, and showered as well. We both dressed, and yet again,
I took the time to admire him. He was the most physically beautiful man I
had ever seen. I caught him staring at me and threw a questioning glance at
him. He simply smiled.

"You look just perfect," he said, and I swelled with happiness.

We made our way together to the function room, and collected the obligatory
name tags. Some of the faces I recognised, some had changed dramatically.
Most had partners with them, although there were more than a few travelling
solo as well. I got caught up in a conversation with one of the guys who had
been on the swim team with me, making small talk as his wife constantly
picked at invisible fluff on his coat. Ian disappeared for a time, then I
spotted him in a group, looking bored. He saw me looking, and brightened
noticeably, nodding and smiling at me with an enigmatic smile.

Someone announced that dinner was to be served and asked us to find our
seats. The tables were already set out with names around each, so much
searching quickly ensued as people looked for their spot. When I located my
name, I found to my delight that Ian and I were next to each other. Leaning
to him, I commented "That was lucky!"

He grinned. "Lucky I managed to change them around without anyone noticing!"
he said. We both laughed quickly before covering up as others sat around us.
Dinner was not too bad, and the conversation flowed relatively well
considering most people had not seen each other for years, although the
stilted small talk sometimes dropped into lost silence until someone came up
with another topic. There was lots of `Do you remember..', and `I'd
forgotten about...' as the night wore on. All through it, Ian and I were
inseparable, and a couple of times I jumped with delighted surprise when his
hand drifted to my leg under the cover of the tablecloth.

Finally, Nick Harris, our class captain in our final year, stood, and
announced that they were going to pick names at random and ask the person to
stand and tell the room quickly about themselves since they left school. I
saw grimaces around the room, but this was what I had been hoping for. The
first few were similar, and the exercise began to get boring. A lot of "I
married So and So, and we have two kids and live in Such and Such..." or "I'm
now working on an exciting project with XYZ Company, and getting a lot of
satisfaction..." . There was one or two "I got married soon after school, then
divorced and...".

My chance came. Nick stood up and said, "Now everyone, let's here from Mike
Sailors". Light applause, a look of encouragement from Ian, and I stood up
and looked around.

"Well," I said, "I left school and managed to get a great position with my
company. I bought a house a few years back and renovated it, and I made a
wonderful self-discovery that I would like to share. I'm gay!" with that I
sat down again, and pulled in my chair. There was a silence around the room
for a few moments. I heard someone chuckle, and another voice say "I always
thought so...". Someone else made a comment about being disgusting, then a
voice on the other side of the room, from Nick himself -- "Good on you, Mike.
And thanks for having the courage to share that with us." And he started
clapping. I was surprised and pleased by the response from him, and feeling
very smug with the reaction from most of the others, as polite applause
joined in with Nick's.

Ian smiled a massive grin at me, put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed,
drawing more than a few stares from the others nearby. Without waiting for
the next name to be called, he stood up and cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry to interrupt the process," he said loudly, as faces turned toward
him. I looked up at him, curious and a little alarmed, but he smiled and
squeezed my arm in reassurance. "I'm Ian Santana, and I would like to add
something to Mike's comments. Not only is he gay, but he is the most
wonderful man I know, and I just want to say in front of all of you now,
that ..."

He paused and looked around the room, which was completely silent, hanging
on his words. He looked down to me again, his hand dropping to rest on my
shoulder. He took a deep breath.

"I want to say to all of you, that I love him. More than words can express,
with all my heart."

An even longer silence followed. One or two people got up and walked from
the room, muttering their disapproval as they did. I ignored them, my mind
whirling, my heart pounding as I looked up at the gorgeous man who had just
publicly announced his love for me. My eyes filled with tears of joy and my
emotions ran wild.

Ian bent down, and lifted me to my feet. He looked around the room
defiantly, then deep into my eyes. "I love you." he mouthed silently.

"I love you too." I whispered back to him through my tears.

He put his arms around me, and kissed me as I hugged him tightly. Somewhere
in the background of my mind I realised that the school colleagues who had
stayed after Ian's announcement were cheering loudly, thunderous applause
ringing out. I didn't care. I had the man of my dreams.

The End.

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