Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2017 13:59:17 -0700 From: paul allen Subject: "Mike and Michael" Chapter 1 Good reading all this is the first chapter of many and as first chapters go it establishes the story so don't expect any action... yet. That will come soon. So enjoy and all I ask is that if you enjoy the story drop me a line at allenpaul570 at gmail dot com. Thanks in advance. Mike and Michael - Chapter 1 (c)Michael Whale 2017 It seem the fates had plans for him. Mike watched a light autumn breeze gentle a pair of bronze and gold leaves down the sidewalk. They seemed to know his path for with each step they too darted forward tumbling, dancing, cheerfully spinning around each other gaily aroused by the antics of the lover's they passed. Mike couldn't help but enjoy their duet and hoped they were harbingers of his future. It was a perfect autumn evening to begin a new adventure. He seldom traveled to New York and yet everything seemed to be falling too neatly into place. His chat buddy, an artist, had caught the eye of an art gallery owner who had decided to build an 'opening' around his friends work. It worked out that the show had been scheduled to run during the last days of his business trip. So with the day's meetings over he left the hotel freshly scrubbed, beard trimmed, well dressed and ready for a carefree evening. The breeze tickled him as the doorman hailed a cab. Not one for cologne he did notice a slight scent of vanilla as a zephyr rushed ahead of him into the cab. It was one of his few indulgences. He traveled with vanilla body wash finding that its subtle scent always calmed him when away from home. He lifted his head to catch that elusive scent however, its calming influence was denied to him in the few seconds it took to give the driver the address. He was too excited. Pulling the door closed the butterflies in his tummy took to wild, erratic flight. His buddy Michael had no idea he was coming to his show. Again he smiled at the level of mischief the fates had served up. What were the odds that he'd find himself attracted to someone with the same name let alone on the other side of the country? Over their chats they had found a way to deal with the name problem. As their friendship and intimacy bloomed he had accepted the diminutive of Mike while his artist friend had become the more formal Michael making for some very playful dynamics. The miles melted away as they became more familiar with each other and distance became non-existent. What started as friendship bloomed quickly into an intimacy of the mind. They both realize that they were consumed by the same needs, desires and lust. The more they talked the more they came to desire the other. It was only a matter of time until one of them tore through the veneer of the physical space that separated them. Mike was just the first one to act. The cab negotiated the streets of New York, while Mike reviewed his open ended plans. His business was nearly complete and depending on how tonight went he had the option of extending his stay another seven days. Idle dreams of the things they might get up to in those few days sent his stomach twirling again. Sudden flashes of the photos Michael had sent stirred him further. With those images in the back of his mind nervous jolts coursed through him every time he thought of actually meeting Michael in the flesh. Unbidden his body responded to the promised sensuality hidden within that pun. You know it's one thing getting to know someone as you chat but meeting them 'in real life' was a whole new level of familiarity. Especially when you were showing up unannounced. Mike shook his head wondering what the hell he was thinking. In that instant he almost asked the driver to take him back to his hotel. Instead he managed his fear and leaned into the crazy voyage he had begun. Firming up his willpower he thought... Hell, what is an adventure without the thrill?