Date: Wed, 7 Feb 2001 01:08:04 EST
From: angerhead@hotmail.com
Subject: new lovers

"New Lovers"
angerhead@hotmail.com

This was a serious matter. Andrew had come over to confront his friend
Bernie about a secret that had been brewing for many months. Apparently
Bernie was homosexual and was in love with Andrew. In the business of
psychiatry this would never do. For his entire professional career, Andrew
believed one ought to be friendly toward coworkers but still keep a certain
distance. Now he had to enlighten Bernie to his philosophy.

Andrew hated to do it because Bernie was such a great guy. Many nights they
had hung out at bars, gone to baseball games, ordered Chinese take out, and
even gone to see a movie or two. There was no one funnier or more
intelligent than Bernie, and it was a real shame because what Andrew had to
tell him tonight would most likely end their relationship entirely. But
what else was he to do? Swing to a side he was never interested in checking
out? No, he had to tell Bernie to let this love die because it wasn't bound
to reach maturity anyway.

On Wednesday Andrew had asked Bernie, "Hey, what are your plans Friday
night? Say around seven?"

Bernie smiled and said, "The usual...just sit around the house alone with a
good book or a movie. Nothing special."

"Good," Andrew said, "because I'm going to come over. We have to talk."

He had walked away before Bernie could inquire. Wednesday and Thursday
rolled by without anything unique happening, but all day Friday Andrew was
nervous. He couldn't concentrate on his cases or even sit in his chair; he
kept pacing his office, waiting for the day to end and hoping Bernie
wouldn't confront him ahead of time as to what this get together was all
about. In this case Andrew lucked out; Bernie didn't approach him. They
didn't even see each other on Friday.

Seven came crawling on by to find Andrew running late. He was going to
dress somewhat fancy for the visit to Bernie's, but when he became
frustrated with the tie he just resorted to a T-shirt and jeans. Not even
bothering to tie his sneakers Andrew rushed out to the car and took off for
Bernie.

On the walk up to the front door Andrew stopped to tie his shoes. Once that
was done he rang the doorbell. Beyond the door he could hear classical
music playing. Eventually Bernie answered, dressed in a similar fashion to
Andrew.

Smiling, Bernie said, "Finally! I thought you'd never get here."

While stepping in Andrew immediately spotted the dining room ahead, with
the table set for a romantic dinner. A plump chicken (partially carved up)
sat in the center. Candles flickered on either side of it.

"Can I take your coat?" Bernie asked.

"Yes, of course," Andrew said as he slipped out of it.

After hanging it up Bernie said, "Let's eat. Hope you're hungry."

"I am actually," Andrew said as he followed his host into the dining room.

They ate at first without any dialogue. Andrew was still nervous so he
helped himself to a couple glasses of wine. By the fourth one he felt
relaxed enough to bring up his reason for coming over, but Bernie spoke
first.

"You know, I never thought I'd have you over. I was so happy when you asked
what I was doing tonight," Bernie said.

"Yeah, well...Bernie, there's something I gotta tell you about. I hear this
rumor around work that you are gay...and that you are in love with me,"
Andrew said.

Bernie smirked. "You know, you pick one person out to tell. You think you
can trust them, and the next thing you know..."

Andrew was so stunned he nearly dropped his glass. "You mean this is true?"

Without a single blink from his soft, warm brown eyes Bernie looked at
Andrew and said, "Yes, it is."

"But why?" Andrew stammered. "Why do you love me?"

Chuckling, Bernie said, "Why does anyone love anyone? It's a mystery...but
I mean, I have a few good guesses."

"Go on," Andrew encouraged.

"You bring fresh air into my life, Andrew. The way you look at things is
completely different from anyone else I've ever met...your way of always
seeing the good in bad things, turning negative energy into positive. And
there is even more. I've watched you interact with other people, and they
always come away smiling. You have healed more people in that mental
institution than any other psychiatrist in its history. And that is what
attracted me to you. I had a broken heart, and you healed it."

Stunned, still sipping his wine, Andrew didn't know what to say. He
finished his fourth glass and started a fifth. The wine got tricky on him
and Andrew spilled a couple drops on the pure white tablecloth.

"Andrew, you're a little tipsy."

"No, I'm drunk," Andrew said with a grin.

"There's no way you're going home like this. You're staying the night
here," Bernie said.

Andrew looked from his glass to Bernie, then said, "All right, I'll stay."

"You make it sound like you have a choice," Bernie said with a laugh.

Andrew shrugged his shoulders and sighed. A yawn came rumbling up, and he
said, "Hey, I'm kind of tired. Where's the sleeping arrangements?"

Without a word Bernie came down to Andrew's chair and took hold of his
hand. It took a gentle tug for Andrew to realize Bernie was summoning him
out of the chair. As Andrew stood up Bernie simply said, "Follow me." Then
he started walking off while holding Andrew's hand.

Like a brainwashed cult member Andrew followed Bernie into his
bedroom. Beside the bed Bernie stopped and turned to face his coworker.

"Uh oh," Andrew said. "I didn't bring anything to sleep in."

"Sure you did," Bernie said. "It's a suit you bring with you everywhere you
go."

"What kinda suit is that?"

"Your birthday suit," Bernie said.

Andrew merely replied with an "oh yeah" as Bernie set about undressing
him. When the deed was done he just stood there looking Andrew up and down.

"My, my, my," Bernie said while looking down at one obvious feature.

In spite of himself Andrew found his sex growing hard at Bernie's
admiration.

"You know I'm feeling a little awkward here seeing as how I'm the only one
naked," Andrew finally broke the silence.

"Oh yeah," Bernie whispered. "How thoughtless of me."

As Andrew collapsed on the bed Bernie undressed. By the time he joined
Andrew, the reluctant overnight guest had stretched out on his stomach and
was nearly asleep.

"No, no," Bernie said. "You're not falling asleep on me."

"Massage my back. It's been a rough week," Andrew ordered.

With that Bernie straddled his coworker and moved his soft hands in slow
circles over Andrew's tense shoulder blades. His fingers slid up to
Andrew's neck and caressed it. Bernie heard Andrew moan, and that was when
he replaced his fingers with his tongue. Now his movements became more
daring as the wet muscle started to slowly progress down Andrew's back; all
the while he could sense Andrew was becoming more and more aroused. Upon
reaching the small of Andrew's back Bernie pressed several kisses into each
of Andrew's tender, hairless buttocks, then started to lick the dividing
line.

Andrew gasped at this exploration, tensing partially out of cringing and
pleasure. The tongue moved in slow, long drags up and down his crack. After
a few passes he was even lifting his buttocks up to encourage the tongue's
further experimenting.

"You want to do more than that, don't you?" Andrew gasped.

Bernie could hardly be bothered to take any time out from his activity, but
for a second he pulled away to free up his mouth to say, "Yes."

Andrew was quiet again while the tongue went on its travels, letting the
weight of what Bernie desired sink in. Eventually he said, "You can, you
know. I won't object...but you have to show me where I should be or what I
should do." After another pause, Andrew added, "Guide me."

As Bernie heard this news he became more aroused, and consequently his
tongue started to dig deeper between the buttocks, no longer passing over
Andrew's back entrance but now actually slipping into it. The sensation
brought Andrew (who had gone soft) to attention once again.

Then he felt Bernie's hands on his hips, tugging, urging Andrew to get up
on his knees while keeping his head down on the mattress.  Bernie reached
off to the side, to the night stand, where he opened a drawer and took out
a container of Vaseline. Andrew gathered up one of the pillows in his arms
to hold on to and squeeze.

"You want me this way?" Andrew asked while looking back at his soon-to-be
lover. Bernie nodded. "And what do I do?"

"You don't have to worry about a thing, sweetheart," Bernie said
softly. "Just relax."

Andrew kept looking in time to see Bernie unscrew the jar of Vaseline and
dig out a scoop with two fingers. As he replaced the cap and put the jar
back on the night stand, the eager Andrew looked forward again. He was
surprised when Bernie not only returned to licking the backside division
but also reached underneath to stroke Andrew's erection. The double
sensation was almost enough to finish Andrew off right away. He looked
backward between his legs and could see Bernie smearing the lubricant all
over his own mighty erection.

When he was done, Bernie swabbed what remained of the Vaseline between
Andrew's buttocks. Then he started to gradually work himself into Andrew's
backside. He pushed in slightly while holding his erection at its base and
let go, but not enough had gone in and he slipped away. Bernie grabbed hold
of himself again and positioned the tip against Andrew's waiting rear end
again. His left hand was on Andrew's hip, lightly stroking up and down in a
soothing motion meant to help the new guy relax, while the other hand still
held the throbbing member at its root. This time Bernie was careful, and he
waited until the head and a little bit of the shaft had gone inside to let
go and put his hand on Andrew's other hip. Andrew gasped and gritted his
teeth as the penetration was finally initiated. He sucked in his breath and
held it as the sex gradually pushed forward. His eyebrows arched, mouth
agape, Andrew was finding the sensation to be quite uncomfortable and
unpleasant.

Before he knew it, Andrew could feel Bernie's groin pressed flush up
against his buttocks. Then he felt Bernie withdraw nearly all the way only
to surge ahead. Even though the pace was still calm, Andrew started to
sweat. It was still rough going for him by this point. He had no idea when
it let up until Bernie's voice entered his head.

"Relax, baby. Oh, my sweet Andrew, I love you. You feel so wonderful."

Bernie's cooing continued as his pace picked up slightly. Andrew started
letting out low-volume but frequent gasps. However, as the motion increased
these were made more out of pleasure than pain. Something inside him
adjusted, and Andrew's agape mouth went from a painful expression to a
smile. He even found himself rocking with Bernie's motion. Other things
came to him to make the situation even more intense. Andrew started
thinking to himself, this man loves me...he wants to make love to me, and
even though it isn't my style I'm letting him...he wants to make me happy,
to feel more loved than any woman could ever make me...God, this is so
wonderful...the way his cock is lovingly gliding in and out of me
now...I've fully adjusted to his entire length penetrating my anus, and by
God do I enjoy it.

Andrew started shouting out to Bernie, first just simple calls like "yes,
yes!" that would let his lover know how much this new activity was being
enjoyed, then expanding his category dramatically to spur Bernie on to a
wilder pace. There was plenty to enjoy in this moment, but Andrew suddenly
became confused and dizzy when there was a sudden flood of pleasure and he
realized he had had an anal orgasm, expending his seed on Bernie's
sheets. Bernie announced the onset of his own explosion, and Andrew leaned
his buttocks back hard just as the powerful ejaculation began. The flurry
of this precious fluid from Bernie brought a shower of warmth down upon
Andrew's nerve endings that started in his anus and spread out from there
like ripples on a pond. He could feel (and how he loved feeling it) every
time the sex pulsed to emit another burst of semen.

Eventually (and unfortunately) the rush came to a conclusion. Bernie
collapsed on to the mattress. Although Andrew was exhausted he found the
energy to crawl over and lay his head on Bernie's chest.

Gasping, Bernie said, "My Lord, I don't know why you picked tonight...but
I'm so glad you did."

Looking once again into Bernie's mesmerizing eyes, Andrew said, "You and me
both."

And then Andrew opened up in a way that was more thrilling than what he had
just allowed to be done to his backside.

He leaned forward and kissed Bernie...gently at first, light smooches using
only the lips, then eventually letting the tongue get involved.

"Does this mean you 're mine now?" Bernie asked innocently.

Andrew nodded and said, "Yours...forever."

And with twin smiles on their lips, they fell asleep.