Date: Thu, 15 Dec 2011 16:22:31 -0500
From: preecherdave@gmail.com
Subject: Surprised

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.

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If you enjoy the story, you will see at the end of this story a list of
others, published on Nifty by me.


I had just left Jen's place and it was 12:30 in the morning. I felt let
down, more by myself than the actual situation. We had gone out for supper.
It had been a good meal but the situation went downhill slowly all evening.
Jen mentioned going to her parent's place for Christmas. She took me by
surprise; I didn't think that I let my feelings show but I just knew that
it was not a good idea. This was taking the boyfriend home to meet the
folks; I broke out in a cold sweat. I was not ready for that step. I had to
find away to get around it. I had taken a drink of wine, paused with a look
of thoughtfulness and started: a nice idea, I had family plans and with
other relatives, my nephews and nieces, perhaps another year, I was
touched.

When we got back to her place, she put on some nice music and we cuddled. I
knew that she wanted reassurance and I tried my best. She obviously wanted
more than a cuddle and we ended in her bedroom. She was very enthusiastic
and I felt a little distanced but I tried not to show it, by being quite
rambunctious and forward. She obviously enjoyed my tongue in all the right
places and she certainly knew what my cock liked. After we finished and I
disposed of the condom, she wanted to talk and cuddle. I wanted to leave. I
managed to extricate myself after a long while of little nothings and
cuddles. She wanted me to stay but I reminded her that I had no kit and had
a rendezvous with friends at 8:30. But I wondered if Jen knew that it was
not going much farther. I would have to be honest in the next week and tell
her.

What was wrong with me? Here was a great woman who clearly liked me in all
ways and I just couldn't make myself give all myself back to her. Many of
my romances ended this way. Some more dramatically, with the woman being
very vocal but most just fizzled out. I just couldn't get my head around
it. I obviously liked the sex and it was good but the emotional .... I
wanted to meet someone who would mean everything to me. Oh, was that just a
romantic piece of nonsense? I liked the company, the sex and the outings
but .... My thoughts just rambled all over the place.

I muddled around for the rest of the weekend and went to work on Monday. At
least work could get me out of myself and back to something concrete. I had
made my decision on the weekend and ended up calling Jen from work and
going over to see her that night. There were explanations, tears and
acceptance. She thanked me for being honest and not letting things go on
too long. I left feeling awful. It might have been easier if she had been
angry and outraged. However, I admitted to myself that I felt more relieved
than upset. I knew that loneliness and self doubts would come shortly and
they started that night with little sleep.

I met up with Mark as planned for a workout on Tuesday after work and then
out for a bite to eat. I was feeling a little down and Mark eventually
picked up on it. He seemed to be able to read me easily. He was one of my
best friends. We had known each other since late high school and then
University. We played some sports together and did stage work with the
University drama society. We had had a blast all the way. We still enjoyed
theatre and music together. We still did a lot together.

"John, you seem a little off tonight or is that just my imagination?"

"Jen and I have broken up."

"Sounds like you could use a drink and my ear. Let's go back to my place."

"OK." Simple answer to a complex situation.

After we had a drink and were sitting down, Mark was his usual direct and
succinct self. "You or her?"

With a sigh, "Me."

"Oh, John what happened this time?"

I looked at him with a cocked head. Those words spoke volumes. He really
did know me and was as perceptive as hell.

I repeated many of my thoughts from the previous days to him. Maybe at some
point they would make some sense and order for me. "I just don't know what
is wrong with me. The evening started well, a nice restaurant, good
food. And then came the suggestion that I visit her family at Christmas."

"Oh, oh, I bet you almost froze on the spot." He looked at my stricken
face. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"You know me too well. I didn't freeze; I broke out in a cold sweat and
almost panicked. She took me by surprise. I just wasn't ready for that
level of commitment at this point."

"Are you ever?"

"Am I that transparent?"

"I have known you for a long time and I can see patterns. Sorry, John I am
just adding salt to the wound."

We lapsed into silence for a few moments. There was a quick review in my
head of my many relationships and he was correct. That was the basic cause
of the failure of most of my relationships.

"No you are being a good friend. Am I just afraid of commitment or have I
just not met the right person yet?"

Wisely, he didn't try to answer that one. "So why did you break it off?"

"When I left early on Sunday morning, I felt more relieved than upset. I
didn't want what she was offering. On Sunday and Monday, the good side of
me felt that, to be fair to her, I should back out and let her get away
before she invested too much."

"Yeah, you are basically a good guy. Why can't you make the commitment?"

"I like the comfort, the activities, the sex of course but I cannot imagine
the rest."

"Can I make a suggestion?" I nodded of course. "Drop the whole matter for a
few weeks. Don't go near another woman and just let everything circulate in
your brain." He held up his hand when I tried to interrupt. "There will
still be women in the world at the end. You can be with me for that
time. Together we have lots of friends and activities. A way out suggestion
is to come with me to the club on Friday night and go dancing with me."

My eyes must have gotten wide and god knows what my expression looked
like. He laughed so hard that he carried me with him. It was the first
honest relief that I had had. It felt good.

"Your face was worth the entire evening. Are you afraid? You'll be with
me. If anyone gets too persistent, I'll just tell them to take off and that
you are mine. Yes, you'll be hit on. You are in shape and hot as
hell. Whoops, I said too much; ah, what the hell, I have good taste in
men. We can dance; we often dance as a group. You can dance with
friends. It will be a blast and a really different experience. I guarantee
that it will take your mind off this problem. Now you can talk."

"You know me, in for a penny in for a pound. But that is going to cut you
out of hooking up for the weekend."

"Believe me there will be other guys there the week after and the week
after that. Besides I have my trusty friends!" He held up his left hand as
if already to wrap around something. I broke up completely as the circle of
his fingers would have fit around a huge cucumber. He was good for me.

"How do I deserve such a great buddy?"

"You are just you." That was his only answer with a bit of something that I
couldn't fathom in his glance.

It was agreed. He and I had a performance to attend at the Arts Centre on
Thursday night and we decided to make plans then. I left his place with a
hug and a sleep well.

"Use this." He held up his left hand with fingers circled; he made the
circle very small this time. I gave him a shot in the arm. He gave me a
hurt look, with a smile. "It will help ease the tension."

"Thanks Doctor. I can give my own prescriptions."

I must admit that I took care in dressing well for the club. I knew that
most of the guys came casually dressed but wore very good clothes. I felt a
little strange as we entered. I never see an entire room with dancers that
are all men and even I could see that most of them looked great. I lost my
nervousness by the greetings of Mark's friends, gathered around a large
table. We chatted and shot the breeze.

Suddenly the music changed and even I felt the beat and the charge. Robert
stood up and grabbed me and took me out to the floor. He was a great dancer
and for first time, I saw him as very good looking man. We just danced
ourselves into a sweat. When we finished we went back to the table.

"Did anyone feel your ass while we were dancing?"

"Is that what that was. It felt good. I guess I should take it as a
compliment." Everyone broke up and I got a couple of slaps on the back.

Mark had a big smile and said, "No longer a virgin. Come and dance with
me."

Mark was an incredible dancer. It is amazing what you don't know about the
people close to you. We danced several dances and I was very hot. He
stopped suddenly and took off his t shirt and quickly tore off mine and
tucked it into the waist of my pants. He turned me around and put his arms
around me. He pulled me into his body and we danced to the beat. His hands
were like fire on my stomach as we moved to the music. I had never
experienced dancing like this before. When the set stopped, he looked at me
with a sardonic smile.

"There straight boy, that is how to dance." We left the floor laughing. I
danced several more time with his friends and once with a gorgeous guy, I
had met coming back from the washroom. Mark and I repeated our performance
with a last dance.

I had had more than I thought to drink and after our walk back to his
place, he simply said that I was staying at his place for the night. Then
he really floored me when he said that the couch was not comfortable and he
had a king size bed.

He laughed, saying that I would be safe in his bed. "I don't ravish
straight guys on the first night. You can sleep in your underwear or
nothing, that's up to you." After he he used the bathroom, he told me that
there was a fresh toothbrush and anything else I needed.

"Mark, a great evening." I said as I got into bed. As I lifted the covers I
realized that he slept nude. So did I usually; so I stripped. "I can't
thank you enough. You are a great doctor. I'd repeat the prescription if
you will give me the chance."

"My pleasure John. Coffee and breakfast in the morning. You looked
happy. Night."

I lay awake for a while and heard Mark's breathing change and he was
asleep. I could still feel his arms around me dancing. I felt so protected
and that was my last thought.

I woke slowly trying to figure out why I felt heat in my chest, stomach and
groin. I realized that I was horny and erect. I suddenly realized that my
arms were around someone. Oh shit, I was in Mark's bed. I was suddenly wide
awake.

"Oh so he is finally awake. Parts of you has been awake for a while."
Mark's voice, which was starting to laugh.

"Mark I am so sorry. I, I ...." He stopped my hands and arms from moving.

"Nothing that I haven't felt before. I am just going to show you that you
have nothing to be ashamed of." He moved one of my hands to his very hard
cock. "There, see, we are both in the same state. I guess that's what
happens when neither one of us gets any, the night before." He turned still
in my arms, smiling his great infectious smile.

I had nothing to lose now. "Nice cock. Never seen or felt it like this
before. Correction, I have never felt it before period." He smiled at me.

"I have a kinky suggestion. Reach into the drawer and you will find a tube
of lube. Give it to me." I broke my embrace of him and got it. "We have
seen and held each other. What the hell. If I don't get relief, I am going
to be a basket case all day." He put lube on his cock and handed the lube
to me. He started to slowly masturbate himself.

I figured what the hell myself, I had done this a couple of times with a
friend in high school. I followed him. He went in different rhythms and
started to caress his own balls. I matched him stroke for stroke. I could
finally hear a change in his breathing and felt him tense. All I heard was
oh damn. I couldn't take my eyes off his hands and cock as it exploded with
many jets of cum, some reaching his neck and chest. I could see him turn to
watch my hands on my cock as I exploded. One jet hit my chin; the many
others covered my neck and chest until I was just dribbling out. I cum a
lot; some of my girlfriends complained. Not Mark.

"Haven't seen a performance like that for a long time. Nice shots!"

"You didn't do too badly yourself."

"You OK with this?" He asked anxiously.

"Do I look upset?" I gently touched his shoulder. I lay back with my head
turned looking at him. "A day and night full of surprises. Thank you
Mark. Clean up time and coffee?" I think I handled it well. I got up naked,
looked at myself and muttered, "Hm, a nice mess." Nicely ambiguous. He
laughed loudly.

He showered first so that he could make the coffee and I joined him in the
kitchen when I was finished. When I came out cleaned but not having shaved,
he commented that the look suited me. Neither of us spoke about our morning
adventure. We decided that we would do some shopping and get a video and
watch it with some junk food and beer that evening. We had a great day
together and I went home at midnight feeling relaxed and refreshed.

True to his word we did a lot together that week and decided to go back to
the club on Saturday night, as he and I were going to a pub for some pool
on Friday with some of my friends. I really enjoyed the week with him. We
did seem so compatible. He had a great time at the pub and ended up beating
most of my friends.

I had lost my nervousness about going to the club with him. In fact, I was
looking forward to the dancing. I sat back for a while and just watched the
guys around the room, talking, hugging, dancing and laughing. Some were
being quite forward and erotic in their touching. It seemed so natural that
it didn't bother me at all. I danced a lot with Mark and even again
accepted invitations from strangers. Only once did I have to say to a guy
that I was with Mark. We danced the last dances together.

"It is going to get hot again, take that off now." He proceeded to take off
my t shirt. I did what he had done to me and turned him around and grabbed
him from behind with my hands on his hips and stomach. I wasn't bad. The
music turned slow and he turned me around and we started to dance slowly
together. He put his hands around me and pulled me into him with his hands
on my ass.  I could feel his hardness. Could he feel mine? It was a good
dance. We got back to his apartment and sat down for a final drink.

"You can stay if you want and we can go out tomorrow." I decided to stay.

I noticed that we were both a little larger than normal as we stood naked
and getting into bed.

"John, I am going to need some relief to get to sleep. That last dance was
quite nice." He flexed his eyebrows. "Do you mind doing what we did last
Saturday morning?"

"A good idea."

I got the lube again and we started. We were both watching the other. I was
surprised at how aroused I was. I was also curious. Why not?

"Mark, I'll do that for you if you will help me. I always find that it
feels different and better if it's someone else's hand. I guess a man's
hand is just as good as a woman's." He answered by putting his hand on my
very erect cock. It felt great and so we started to do each other. He got
me to sit up and then put himself between my legs and he started fondling
my balls with his other hand. I reciprocated. I was very aroused and I was
obviously very turned on as it took no time to get me very close. I told
him and we both stopped and just ran our hands over each other's legs and
stomach. When we started again, we both knew that it wasn't going to last
long. I came first in a burst of pleasure and semen that left me
breathless. He came shortly after me with his eyes shut and almost a look
of pain on his face.

He smiled. "You are a mess. A good mess." He came back with warm washcloth
and towel. He refused to give it to me and gently cleaned me up. As he took
his side of the bed, he put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Have a good,
restful sleep, John." I wanted to cuddle but I figured I couldn't and
shouldn't. We both slept soundly.

The next day was again a day of chores and companionship. It was great. We
had lots of things to do together after work during the week. We had
developed a really good rhythm together. Jen had never entered my mind.

When we went out on Friday night to the club; the thought crossed my mind
that I couldn't monopolize Mark all the time. I was taking him away from
meeting guys. But I really enjoyed our dances. I was off dancing and I
noticed a guy came up to our table and asked Mark to dance. They were
talking and I think I saw them exchange numbers. Mark danced the last
dances with me and I felt as close as I had the previous 2 weeks. We did
the same things back at his place when we went to bed.

In the the morning, he broke the news that he would be going out that night
with the guy, Ben, he had been dancing with. He was almost apologetic. I
gave him a big smile and told him I was happy for him. He gave me a look
that I just couldn't figure out. We did some things in the morning and I
phoned some friends who were going to a pub to drink and shoot pool and
made plans for the evening with them. I gave him a hug as I left him and
found that he held on for longer than I expected.

As I went out with the guys, I really did have a sense of missing something
and I had to admit to myself that it was Mark that I was missing. In fact,
at one point later in the evening, I pictured him with the guy, doing
things that I wanted to be doing with him. I shoved it to the back of my
mind and kept saying that I was happy for him and I guess I was. My phone
rang a 10:45. The display read Mark's name.

"Hi, big guy. What's up?"

"John, could you come and pick me up?" He sounded stressed

"Are you OK?"

"I'm OK. Just a bit shaken. I'll tell you all when you come. I'm at Tim
Horton's and he gave me the location."

"Hold on. I'm on my way and will be there quickly."

When I saw him, he looked defeated, let down and angry. "Ah shit, Mark. You
are OK, aren't you?"

"The guy was a bastard. Oh, charming enough to get me to his place in his
car, leaving mine at my place. I won't go into details but he is into
bondage and barebacking. When I explained I wasn't, he got testy and then
insulting. He laughed at me when I suggested that I attach him to the bed
and fuck him bareback. I told him that I was leaving."

"Did it get physical?"

"Let's just say that he is going feel some sore spots on his body
tomorrow." He smiled grimly and paused thinking. He shrugged his
shoulders. "I don't think that I have ever been called a cock sucking, son
of a bitch, tease before. How about you, did you have a good night?"

"It was OK. Not as exciting as yours. I danced with a woman once tonight."
I shrugged my shoulders. "How's that for excitement. Come on, we are going
back to my place for food and drink.

"That would be great. Hope you didn't leave the beautiful lady stranded?"

I gave him the look. "I said one dance and it was not exciting!"

When we got settled with a drink in my hand and his, I sat beside him and
put an arm over his shoulder. I just wanted to comfort this big guy who had
been humiliated in his own eyes. We sat there in silence and he sank into
my embrace. He put a hand on my leg and looked at me with those big brown
eyes. He looked and me and we sat there in companionable silence. I felt so
comfortable.

"John, half way through the evening as we arrived back at his place, I just
felt that I didn't want to be there and would have given anything to be at
the club with you and friends.

"Mark, I am so sorry this happened to you. Yesterday when you told me about
tonight, I was very happy for you but then tonight...." Like an idiot I was
about to blurt it out.

"What were you going to say about tonight?" He paused staring into my
eyes. "John, say it. I've known ever since we got back that there was
something on your mind. Out with it."

I looked at his almost pleading eyes and decided I might as well say it. "I
was so happy for you yesterday but when the reality of what you were going
to do tonight hit me, I felt sad as if was losing something. Please don't
get upset with me"

"Upset with you? That is one of the nicest things anyone has said to me in
a long time." His wonderful deep brown eyes searched my face and looked as
if he were making a decision. "Don't be upset with me. I am going to do
something that I have dreamt about for a long time and I mean more than the
last the few weeks."

He leaned into me and kissed me on the mouth. I could feel his tongue on my
lips. He broke the kiss and moved his head back and looked at me. I felt
drawn to him. The thought sped across my brain; this is my buddy, a man? I
responded with what felt natural at that moment. I returned his
kiss. Again, I felt his tongue on my lips. Another decision. I opened my
mouth and he gently probed with his tongue. I love kissing; I find it a
really erotic.  As I returned his kiss, I felt myself growing fast and very
hard. What was happening between us? Had dam broken after our feelings of
the last days and hours. I broke the kiss gently and looked at him with
questioning eyes. I glanced down and I could see the outlines of a very
hard cock.

"John ...."

There was a tone of apology and sadness in his voice. I decided that it was
up to me. "Mark, no talking, tonight I am in charge. Relax and enjoy
..... No, you heard me." He had a wonderful smile on his face as I stood up
with my pants tented and grabbed his hands and pulled him up. I wanted to
comfort him, to tell him how much he meant to me as a friend. I suddenly
accepted that there might even be more.

When we were beside the bed, I slowly undressed him. When he was naked, I
stood back and slowly undressed, taking him in with my eyes, seeing him
really for the first time as a man: six foot 2 inches, wavy medium brown
hair, handsome face, well defined chest with a light covering of the same
medium brown hair, strong athletic legs covered in slightly darker brown
hair. His penis was a little longer than mine but not quite as thick. It
stood straight out from his body. It had a beautiful full head. If it were
possible, I got even harder. I moved up to him and touched his chest. I put
my hands on his chest and I played with the hair for a minute. That is
something that I love women doing to me. Then I flicked and rubbed his
nipples, he gasped. My hands slowly went down his body to his cock until I
was very gently feeling its length and hardness with my fingers. I wasn't
just helping him out; I was engaging with him as a man I cared for. It felt
so natural; it was unexpected.

I was curious, something I had never done but like many men, had wondered
about it. He tensed when I knelt in front of him and lightly touched the
tip of his cock with my tongue. Interesting taste.  So different from a
woman. He tried to pull away from me.

"John, you don't have to ...."

"Do I look as if am forced or that I am not enjoying this." Before he could
utter another word I had the head in my mouth and was running my tongue
over it.

"Where did you learn to do that?"

"Mark, I'm a man. I have had a lot of mouths on me. I know what I like. By
the way, I like what I am doing right now and it may have something to do
with whom this is part of. I like doing this to women; you just taste and
feel different." I sucked him harder as I went down the shaft. He didn't
speak another word, except to moan and mumble a lot.

Finally, he spoke quietly. "John, I really want to do something to you and
I will enjoy it more before I cum. Warn me when you are close and I promise
to let you back to what you are doing now."

We traded places except he put me on the bed and got between my legs. I
shuddered when his mouth closed around me. He was good. I learned a lot
more in the next five minutes than in a life time with women doing it to
me. He used his fingers on my balls and on the hairs on my thighs. He
stroked my balls and legs, he pulled the hairs gently and came very close
to my crack but he didn't go there. His tongue was doing things to me that
I could only have dreamed about. I was inflamed with sensation. Every part
of me was super sensitive. I finally warned him that I was very close.

When I put him in my mouth, I decided to go for the finish. I sucked, I
licked all over and took him as far as I could and sucked and used my
tongue. He warned me and I came off and used my hand on his very wet
cock. As I used one hand to stroke him, I used the other hand to lightly
squeeze his balls. That did it. He tensed as I have come to know and he was
suddenly pulsing jets of cum all over my neck and chest. As soon as he was
finished, he was on the head of my cock with me on my back and in a minute
I could feel my entire groin begin to tingle and then the orgasm spread
through my legs and I too was erupting. I cried out at the intensity. I was
covered with semen.

Mark looked at with the softest eyes and smile. He leaned over and kissed
me. I think that he meant it to be just a mild gentle kiss but I grabbed
his head and body and pulled him into me while I invaded his mouth with my
tongue. We were covered in each others semen but neither of us seemed to
care.

He looked at me tenderly and said very simply, "I guess we have some things
to talk about but let's just enjoy the glow now and sleep on it. I haven't
felt like this for a long time."

"Neither have I." I suddenly realized how much I meant it and what that
meant. I was close to tears with the gentleness and feelings he had
spoken. My reply was to turn back the covers, climb in and pull him up
behind me. As he spooned me and drifted off to sleep, I remember feeling a
wonderful sense of comfort, contentment and protection from those strong
arms and body behind me. Who would have thought?

In the morning, it was me who wouldn't leave the bed until we had another
round. When we were finished covered with semen yet again, he spoke for the
first time today.

"I never knew what a horny bastard you really are and that is not a
complaint!"

"And you are not? I noticed that my partner was inventive and
enthusiastic."

He slapped my ass and pulled me out of bed. I stopped him and looked at him
at arms length. He was covered in my cum looking young and vulnerable. His
cock was still enlarged but flaccid. What a magnificent sight. I devoured
every inch of his body. We had our first shower together. We cleaned every
inch of each other. It was the first time that anyone spread my ass cheeks
and used their fingers to clean me. I was hard instantly. He was too when I
finished with him.

"John, down boy. I know you are up for it." He raised his eyebrow. "I think
that we have some talking to do. Let's put on a robe and get some coffee
and food."

"Yes, master."

We both agreed as we ate that we had to figure out what was happening and
that all the cards should be on the table. But who was to go first? I told
him that it was my place and the guest always goes first. We both laughed.

"You are tricky and horny. OK, cards on the table. John, I have always felt
deeply for you but you were straight with lots of women. So I accepted a
wonderful friendship that we have had over the years. It was all I could
have. Then your crisis 4 weeks ago and we spent a lot of time
together. Yesterday morning your reaction of pleasure to my date sort of
sealed my fate, in my mind. I wanted you to say, no, go out with me, but
you said that you were happy for me. Even before the evening went bad, I
knew that I would rather be with you dancing and holding you after in bed."
He lapsed into silence. I was shaken by the intensity of his feelings. I
was madly trying to sort out my words and thoughts.

"I'm scared."

"About me, what we have done together?"

"You have to be joking. No, about my self. About my record in
relationships.... No let me talk. I knew last night that I hated the idea
of another guy being with you. In my mind, I even saw you naked with him
and I was upset. For the first time, I felt that I had lost something
important. I can't keep relationships with women; how do we suppose I shall
do better with a man? The amazing thing is that the gay sex part seems so
right. I have no qualms about it at all. It feels so natural and real. I
think that those feeling are what has been missing. I am rambling but those
are some of my thoughts."

"Suggestion, John. Let's keep this as simple as it has been. Let's see
where it goes." He paused.  "I know ...." He paused again and smiled his
wonderful smile. "I'll never ask THE question." I shook my head and gave
him a questioning look. "You tell me if and when you want to come to meet
my parents for Christmas."

It broke the tension and we guffawed loudly. "Mark, your home is like a
second home and your parents are my second parents." We both laughed again
because it was true. "I know what you mean and I shall remember that
promise."

All of this led to a very romantic kiss. Our robes came undone and I soon
had Mark sitting on my legs on a chair kissing me, licking and nipping at
my nipples. I looked down at him and at me. "Oh, that's right, no sex this
morning."

"Let's fix that!" He said as he pulled me up.

"Mark, just one question. Us? This is new to me, a first. I hope that
doesn't scare you? What do we do?How do we work it?"

He smiled. "That's more than one question. What do you want?"

"It doesn't have to be called anything. Just you and me, like the last
weeks. Well we can skip Ben." We both understood Ben. Not an issue. But it
added some lightness to the conversation. "But there has to be honesty if
either of us wants something different."

"I think you mean monogamous. That's it then, with honesty."

"Final question. Can we get tested tomorrow?"

"Our first two decisions in a matter of seconds. Dead easy." He said with a
big smile.

I wasn't nearly as shocked as I felt I should be. I, me, was in a
relationship. With a man. With my best friend. I didn't break into a cold
sweat. I felt calm and happy. Amazing and just bloody unreal.

I learned a lot in the next hour, actually over the course of the day. I am
not the only horny one in this relationship. I tried to get him to stay
over Sunday night but he had work commitments very early on Monday.

"I need my sleep and won't get any here and it is your fault. You make me
crazy." I kissed him goodbye and it was not chaste. We were both hard
again.

"That's just so you won't forget about me." I smiled.

"I probably won't get to sleep after that kiss. Don't look at me like that;
I am not staying." We both laughed and kissed again.

We met at noon and went to the clinic and had blood tests done. The results
would be sent online by Friday. Mark looked at me with a big smile. "Are
you ready for that kind of weekend?"

I tried to look stressed and undecided. "It's a ... a, a big step. I, I, I
guess ..., we'll see." I managed to stutter it with a straight face.

He looked very serious and concerned. "It's OK, John. We go with what you
are comfortable with. I didn't mean to push you."

I broke into a big grin. "Gotcha, you were really easy on that one." The
look on his face was priceless as he realized that he had been had. He went
to grab me but I moved quickly out of his reach.

"Oh, are you going to get it. Payback will be ruthless and unexpected." He
said laughing. As we stood up, I looked around and with no one around, I
gave him a hug and peck on the cheek. We agreed to meet up after work for
supper.

It was wonderful to meet him and feel his leg against mine at supper. We
talked for a long time about how to arrange our lives now. Tonight, we
decided to go our separate ways as we both had early mornings but tomorrow
was workout, supper and I would stay at his place. I left to buy some
supplies to leave there. I was almost light headed when it really sunk in
what I was doing. I had never wanted to do this with a woman.

Luckily the next day went by quickly as I had a tough case that needed a
lot of attention to detail. We had a good workout and then a quick
supper. When the door to his place closed we were all over each other. I
don't think that I have ever undressed anyone or been undressed so
quickly. I learned what it was like to have my prostate stimulated, from
the inside. Wow! My finish was like fireworks.

The club felt different as I entered it with Mark by my side on Friday
night. We chatted with vivacity to our friends.  The dancing was
incredible. It was like foreplay. His hands were over me as we danced.  A
little later in the evening as we came off the floor, Robert looked at me
with a questioning smile. I shrugged my shoulders as if I didn't
understand.

"You two looked good out there. Very, together." The questioning look was
still there, also calculating.

"Yeah a great evening. You want to dance?"

"OK, but I don't think that I can match you two."

We had a great dance and no, he didn't match what Mark and I had done. When
I got back to the table, I smiled at Mark and he nodded his head to the
door with a question on his face. I nodded yes. Mark announced quietly that
it had been a hard week and that we were going to leave early. I had
watched Robert take it all in. I heard Robert mutter something. He muttered
that it was going to be a very hard night also. I think that I was intended
to hear it and his smile confirmed that. I'd have to store that for some
thought with Mark later.

As we got closer to his place, he grabbed my hand and held it. He spoke
when we entered his apartment. "There are some practical matters to be
taken care of. Let's take a shower. I have some things to show you." It was
an interesting few minutes. What I really liked was that it was matter of
fact and practical, no shyness or embarrassment. I was finding that was
what I was enjoying so much with Mark, the easy rapport and freshness of
what we did together. To testify to his good work, I was like an iron rod
when we were finished; so was he.

He stopped as we entered the bedroom. "John, I never dreamed that this day
would ever come. You turn me on so much. You first, I want you in me. But
let's play first." He raised his eyebrows.

With that he knelt on the bed and pulled me into him. The kiss was long and
passionate. His hands and mine were all over each other. I pushed him back
onto the bed with a smile and went down on him. He was squirming from the
licking and sucking. My hands were all over his balls and crack. I
scratched his chest with my finger nails and continued to his legs. He was
moaning and squirming. I reached over and got the lube and put a generous
amount on my fingers. I had been on the internet so I knew what I had to
do. When I put my first finger in and then a few minutes later the second
and finally the third, he smiled, his eyes closed in pleasure.

"Enough, I want you in me now."

I looked him in the eye and handed him the lube. He raised himself up and
slowly spread a large amount on me. He did it with a deft touch which felt
like little sparks as he slowly massaged the lube on me. I kneeled in over
him as he lay looking at me. He took my cock in his hand and guided me to
his opening.

"You are fairly big and it has been a little while. Just go slowly."

He put his hands on my ass and pulled me in. When he released the pressure,
I stopped. Just the head was in. The feeling was like nothing that I had
ever felt. He was hot and very tight. I could feel him and myself
pulsing. He told me that he could feel me getting bigger. He pulled me in
further. Then he is said to move in and out in short strokes. It felt
amazing. Finally, he pulled me all the way in. Then he told me long, slow
strokes. I felt him caressing me with his muscles especially when I was
almost out of him. I moaned. He gave me the rhythm with his hands. There
were shocks going up and down my groin. The pleasure was almost painful. I
was so big that it almost hurt. After several minutes, I said that I was
close. He told me to come out and take him my mouth.

His taste was musky and arousing. As bobbed up and down on him sucking and
using my tongue, he stroked my hair and face, and then my shoulders, chest
and nipples. He stopped me and guided me back in. I saw that we had backed
off and our pleasure would last a little longer. He was using his hands on
himself and when I said that I was close, he did himself harder and
faster. His orgasm caused him to spasm around me and it pushed me over the
top. He was spurting huge loads and then I started. I was calling his name
and moaning my pleasure. I collapsed on him kissing and mixing some of his
cum on his lips and face.

We lay like that for a while. He muttered his love in my ear. I told him
that I had never felt so connected to anyone before. After several minutes
he made a suggestion.

"Let's get cleaned up and sleep until later. Then I shall introduce you to
more male love." He smiled. I noticed that he used the word love not sex.

In the early morning, I stirred and found him on his side gazing at me. We
were both hard. He took over and before I knew it, I was on my a back and
his tongue was in my hole while his hands gently stroked my balls, legs and
cock. Even sooner there were three fingers in me stretching me and rubbing
my prostate.

As Mark climbed between my legs, he gently reassured me. "This may bother
you a bit at first but we are going to go very slowly. Do what I did to
you. Set the pace. I only go in when you pull me in. Any pain or discomfort
will disappear but if not, we stop and there is nothing wrong with
stopping. Remember what I told you last night. Push out when I first enter
you."

"Mark, I trust you." As he kissed me, I put him at my entrance. As we
kissed more passionately, he moved his head around my hole and just pushed
in a very little and out many times but a fraction deeper every time. He
leaned down and nipped my nipples and as he did that he lodged just the
head in me. He stopped and looked at me for any sign of distress. I think
that my eyes were wide and probably my mouth opened but I managed an
encouraging smile. I felt full and slightly uncomfortable, actually it did
hurt some. I flexed my internal muscles to help ease things. It worked for
me and him. He muttered that it felt incredible and that I was a very fast
learner. Finally, I put my hands on him and slowly started to pull him
in. I wanted to yell for joy, especially as he passed over my prostate.

"Mark, we are one. Short and slow and then when you want long and slow. The
feelings were sublime. The big, gentle man was making love to me with care
and consideration. I had sensations that I never knew existed. I became
very enthusiastic. I threw my legs over his back and locked them
together. I scratched his back. I got my hands between us and fingered his
balls and as I went lower, I could feel his cock stroking me in and out. I
got him to raise his chest and I pulled the hair and his nipples. I could
feel him get bigger and harder. I couldn't get enough of him. There were
waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I finally put my hands on
myself and started to pump myself. I was soon matching stroke for stroke. I
was in sensory overload. It was remarkable how much electricity was flowing
through my body. My first pulse fired up to my face and then my lips. I
could feel that that sent him over as he went in all the way and held. I
could swear that I felt him pulse deep inside me. He licked the cum off my
face and kissed me murmuring my name over and over. We both were
breathless.

Mark started to laugh. "I was afraid that you wouldn't like it. Wow, there
was no need to worry."

"It was because it was you and you are so loving. Mark, it has taken a long
time to realize what you mean to me." There were tears in his eyes. As I
kissed them away, I asked, "I hope those are tear of joy and not sadness."

"No, tears of total happiness." He came out of my and I felt empty but
satiated. We spooned and woke up with the telephone ringing. I was
closest. I answered with sleep still in my voice.

"I thought that you might be there. Hope I am not interrupting anything?" I
could hear the smirk over the telephone.

"Good morning Robert." I paused. He phoned, he could carry the
conversation. "I'm still here."

"Could I come over? Mark mentioned last night that we might go looking for
a new phone for me."

I handed the phone to Mark. I heard one side of the conversation. Robert
was coming for lunch. Good lord, it was 10:00. Trouble was that I was hard
again and so was Mark. We stood up to go to the bathroom.

After we relieved ourselves, I pleaded, "Mark this is not going down. Take
me here please, quickly. I am well lubed." We stood in front of the mirror
and I could see him entering me. Quite erotic. It was quick, noisy and
messy. Wonderful .

When Robert entered, he stopped dead and looked at us, I guess we had a
glow about us. He looked directly at me. "Long, HARD night?"

"Long, HARD night and morning." I couldn't believe that I said that. As he
laughed, he looked me up and down. "I am so happy that both of you have
finally found out what we have all known for a long time. John, I always
thought that you had chosen the wrong team to play with. And I knew
instinctively what this guy always wanted. Over lunch, I want the details
on how this happened."

I had told Mark about Robert's comments the previous night and we had
agreed to tell all. We told him the whole story. He knew Ben and said that
he would spread the word. We all went looking for Robert's new
smartphone. I was obviously out of the loop and had no idea of the power
and versatility. I bought the same model. I am a convert.

My life changed from the previous weeks but not as much as I would have
thought. There was work. Mark and I had been doing a lot together. We did
spend more nights at each other's place. Now there, my life did change. We
did a lot of the same things except we did them as partners. A couple of
weeks later we were at the club dancing on a Saturday night.

Mark, turned to me after coming off the dance floor. "I didn't think that
he would have the nerve. He is back." It turned out that the entire table
noticed.  I just shrugged my shoulders. The music got really good and we
all went out to dance without shirts. It was hot and sweaty. Mark and I
ended doing a very erotic slow dance together. I could tell that it would
be very interesting later at home. When we left the floor, I went to
bathroom. As I finished at the urinal, I tucked in and turned around. I was
alone in the room with Ben. He looked at from head to toe.

"A beautiful body. I like the twink look. Why do you waste it on that
creep? I am sure that there are real men that could show you some things."

I was so flabbergasted at the brazen stupidity of his comments that I just
gaped at him. He moved closer to me and I kept a distance by taking a step
back and found myself against the metal of the stall. He came into my
space.

I finally found my voice. I looked him straight in the eye. "Ben, I came in
to use the can. For no other reason. I am going to leave. He put his arms
out on either side of me. His hands were now touching the metal, trapping
me. I could feel his heat and smell him. He moved closer.

"Ben, I am a lawyer. You have invaded my space. If you touch me and don't
move off that is considered assault. Now take your arms away." He just
smirked.

"Come on, you know that you find me attractive. We could do some
interesting things in the stall behind you."

I saw Mark look in the washroom. I signalled with my hand to let me deal
with it. "The only interesting thing that can happen is for you to move
your arms and I leave now." I let my voice rise with volume until I yelled
the now. The idiot just smiled as if this was me wanting to say yes. "Ben,
I am going to count to three and I want your arms gone." He just stood
there smirking. Unbelievable. "One, two," I paused, "Three." Both my arms
came up knocking his arms up and I moved forward with speed and with force
into his body, keeping my head steady and back so it would not get hit. He
was so taken by surprise and the force of my attack that he lost his
balance and ended up lying on the floor, looking surprised as hell. "Never
trust the twinks with beautiful bodies who have studied martial arts. I
guess you are going to be just as sore as when Mark left you. Don't ever be
in the same room with me again."

I heard clapping from the entrance. Our whole table had gathered. Mark came
up. "Lover, quite a demonstration. I guess I'll have to watch myself."

We kissed and I said just loudly enough that only Ben could hear, "You
won't have to watch yourself tonight, big guy. You are mine and I have
something for you. I moved my body so that his hand was on my crotch." Only
Ben could hear or see what I was doing.

"You know I can't get enough of that."

We left with Ben still on the floor, not smiling. The guys were all over
me. Robert had taken a video of the entire event with his new phone. I was
good.  It was raucous and fun. That night we didn't even bother with a
final dance. Mark put my shirt on me letting his hands wander on my chest
and nipples. I did the same to him. I heard Robert tell us to get a room. I
looked at him and said that was all taken care of. Robert came over to me,
hugged me and told me that I was the best for Mark. High praise to live up
to.

We made love all over the apartment. We started just inside the door. I got
the lube and I was in Mark very quickly. I didn't finish. Mark was in me
while I leaned against the couch. He didn't finish.  Finally, Mark sat on
me on a dining room chair and I used my hands on him while he bounced up
and down on me. He lifted one arm at one point and licked under my
armpits. I was totally wet when he finished and I was aroused as never
before.  I have never been as hard and sensitive in my life. He came with
huge jets. When I came in him, the pulses were like shots from a gun with
incredible firing sensations as I moved in him. It seemed to go on for
ever. It was incredible to see my cock come out covered in cum and a huge
amount dropped out of him. Most women found it distasteful. Mark and I just
marvelled at it.

We didn't shower and 30 minutes later I was back in Mark. I discovered that
I love going back into Mark like that. I love the wetness and even the
sound. The second orgasm takes longer but is often stronger. In this case,
it was mind blowing. I had made Mark wait and he finished in me with even
more noise than I had made.

"Mark, to be colloquial, I would say that we are well fucked."

"John, I honestly never thought that I would hear you say that, about you
and me. You mean so much to me." Mark had his wonderful, big, sexy, loving
smile on his face.



Note:
There is more to come in John and Mark's story.

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. I modestly say that the others have been well received
as well.

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
Getting My Act Together, Nifty, Adult-Friends, November 10, 2011