Date: Thu, 8 May 2014 16:17:15 -0400
From: preecherdave@gmail.com
Subject: Unexpected 4

Unexpected 4

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Author's Notes

Previously

"Oh, she was just being nice. How would you know if she liked me?"

He started to laugh. "Mamma is many things but 'nice' is not one of
them. You got the hug and the kiss."

I gave him a look. "Next time you are with my family and there are lots of
people watch carefully. Some people get the hug and the kiss and there are
degrees of hugs but some get the polite kiss on the cheek or in some cases
the cold shoulder. You got the hug and the kiss. Gio's current girlfriend
gets the kiss on the cheek. Gio will be upset with you and me. Nothing you
can do about it but be aware. What did she say to you?"

"Ah, that I was always welcome in their home and 'we are family now'."

He just shook his head in wonder and kissed me.

We sat just chatting about the night with his arm around my shoulder and my
hand resting on his leg. I don't think that I had felt so connected to
anyone in a long time. After a few minutes, I turned my head to him, smiled
and kissed him. "I told your mother that I really liked you that I thought
that we clicked on that night that we met. She liked that. We do click,
don't we?"

"I think that we do more than that." The kiss became more intense. We both
knew where this was heading. "Jamie, I feel so close to you. There are days
when I can hardly believe it. I need you now so badly."

I stood up and pulled him up and held him close. When we separated, I
scanned his body. "Well there is a part of your body that looks happy and
in need of attention, very close attention. We slowly undressed each other
in the bedroom. I forced him onto the bed on his side and into a 69
position. He was quickly in my mouth with my tongue and lips gently sucking
him. He had me rock hard as he licked me from the base to the head. I wet
my finger and put it in him. He sighed and squirmed a lot. We must have
done this for minutes.

"Jamie, I really need this, flicking the head of my cock, where your finger
is. I want to you to make love to me and hold me tight." His eyes were
definitely moist. Unlike some times, I wanted this to last and so after I
entered him there were several times when I stopped to let us cool down and
we talked to each other or kissed gently. I have to say that by time we
finished, it was a finish that was explosive and mind bending. Like so many
times, we lay there holding each other until we fell asleep.

Present

We decided to go to my parent in two weeks time and made the arrangements
with them. Little did we know that there would be interesting times before
that. We had a call from Mamma asking us to go to church on Sunday and come
back for lunch and then to watch a big Juventus match. We would finish by
having supper with the family. A full immersion introduction.

I took the phone from Philip. "Mamma we are going to bring something to
contribute to the meal.... I know that you can but we are still bringing
something. I suggest that we bring a lasagna and we can have it as part of
lunch or for supper.... Mamma, can't hear you. We are bringing something
and it is going to be lasagna.... Nope you can't stop me." I laughed as
hard as she was laughing. "Ciao, Mamma, here is Philipo."

"Yes Mamma. He doesn't even understand the word 'no' and I cannot stop
him. In fact, we'll make it together.  It will be fun and you can spend
your time on other things. Love you to Mamma. I'll tell him."

"You are the most frustrating person in the world but she loves you. You
have made a friend for life. I thinks she loves you more than me."

"Yeah, that is OK because you have me to love you to make up for it." That
stopped the conversation. It was the first time that word had been used
between us. He looked at me with a question. My answer was short and to the
point that I sure did. The kiss was intense and led to other even more
intense things.

I was a little apprehensive as we parked down the road from the church. I
was going as Philip's friend. People are not stupid. How many guys bring a
male friend to church with them? Not many. As we approached the church, I
saw Tony talking to a younger male and young lady. I assumed from the
pictures that I had seen that it was Gio and probably the girlfriend. I was
determined to make up my own mind about the two of them especially the
girl, Chelsea. She had a reputation as being lazy, catty and a bit of bitch
if she was pushed.

We walked up to them and Tony introduced me and we shook hands. It was not
a warm greeting from Gio and just total indifference from Chelsea. She
looked and acted bored. Gio had given me a look, had shaken my hand and
turned away quickly to talk to Tony and Chelsea. It was done in a way that
was almost rude. Strike one for both of them.

Then the contrast. Tony turned and beckoned a really attractive lady to
come join us. She arrived with a huge smile.

"I'm Julia, the wife, and I have heard a lot about you. Most of it was even
good." She gave me another big smile and a huge hug. She whispered into my
ear that it was welcome to the family and she was glad to have another
outsider who could take them on. She said that she had heard that I had
made quite an impression. She then called over a boy and a girl and
introduced me as Uncle James. The boy, Marcus was was 11 and the girl,
Anna, was 9. Cute and it turned out not bashful at all.

Marcus looked at me. "Are you our uncle because you live with Uncle
Philipo?"

"Partly but mostly you look like great kids. I want to get to know you and
I like being called Uncle James." I pulled them into a hug. What a
wonderful way to start the morning.

I could see Mamma and Pops at the top of the stairs leading into the
church. They saw all of us and she gave Tony, Julia, Marcus, Anna and Gio a
hug and as Philip had pointed out Chelsea was given a quick peck on the
cheek. She turned to us. She gave me a big smile and I was suddenly
embraced by her arms with a big kiss on the cheek. She said out loud that
she was so happy that I could join them at church and she whispered telling
me not to be nervous and that all would be well. I could see the dirty look
that I got from Gio.  Chelsea was oblivious or didn't care. As we walked
into the church, Gio brushed by me and gave me a bump with his hip. Chelsea
followed in his footsteps. Strike two for Gio. We were getting ready to be
seated when Mamma called Philip's and my name indicating that we were to be
seated on her left. Tony sat to the right of his father with his family and
with narrowed eyes, Gio sat beside Tony.  Oh boy, family politics and I was
in the thick of it.

Being from an Anglican background, I felt comfortable with the liturgy and
had no problems with the ups and downs. We sang some hymns which is my
favourite part and I sang out with gusto. Mamma reached over and patted my
leg after one particularly lively version of a hymn. I was introduced by
Pops as Philip's friend and the priest asked me if I was from out of town
and I simply replied no and moved on. We finally left the tea and coffee
after the service and I did notice several heads turn my way with comments
made to friends and family. I guess the word or at least the speculation
was out there. It had to happen sometime, some place.

We arrived back at the Marchese's house. I put the lasagna on the counter
and asked Mamma if she wanted it heated now or for supper.

"Bad boy. I told you not go to the trouble but it smells and looks
delicious. Let's have some now and then for supper as well. Put it in the
oven to heat." She gave me a wonderful smile and touched my arm. "You are a
guest; you go and sit with Pops. Tell Philip and Tony to come in to help."
Julia who was already there helping gave me a thumbs up.

"Mamma, you told me I was family. I stay and we'll all help you get the
meal ready and served." She shook head but smiled. We had a great time
being ordered about by her and quickly had everything on the table. I
noticed yet again that Gio and Chelsea did nothing but sit in the living
room with Gio talking to Pops and Chelsea looking bored. I came and sat
beside her just before we were called to the table. A conversationalist she
was not. I ended up asking questions and getting one word answers or at the
most a short sentence.

Pops said the blessing and we dug in. We had a great time talking about the
service and the minister and then about the game this afternoon. I had come
prepared. I knew where Juventus stood in the table and the result of a game
during the week. I commented on an upcoming game in the Champions League
against Chelsea. Well they were off on a tirade against Chelsea. I decided
that it would be good to play devil's advocate and I took Chelsea's
side. It was spirited, noisy and fun, much like my family. I exaggerated
and said some outrageous things. At one point, I felt Philip's hand on my
thigh and he had the biggest smile on his face when I looked at him. He
mouthed 'give em hell'.

At the end of the meal, Tony thanked Mamma for the meal and complimented
her on the food and especially the lasagna. She smiled and simply said you
can thank Philipo and Jamie for that; they made it. It was delicious." On
the way into the living room with glasses of wine in our hands, Gio bumped
me again. We were the only ones there.

I gave him a steely look. "Do that again and this wine may end up all over
you, an accident of course."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Don't try me! That is the third thing that you have done today. I was
silent for two of them. No more."

"What do you mean?"

"You were rude when we were introduced. You hit me with your hip going into
the church and now this. Don't play the fool with me."

"Well, you are the fag that turned my brother."

I decided the gloves had to come off. In a quiet whisper, "Get your fucking
story correct. I was in a gay dance club. A man, your brother, was there
with some people he knew and he came up and asked me to dance. I almost
turned him down. But he was charming and I agreed to dance with him. He
suggested after the dance that we might go home together. I took him up on
the offer. He is a wonderful man and I consider myself lucky that he took
the time to ask me to dance. I feel that it was the luckiest day of my
life. And to my face, never use that word 'fag' again." I turned leaving
him with eyes bulging.

At that point Tony and Philip came into the room. Tony looked at the two of
us. "Everything OK?"

"Sure, Gio and I were just discussing the game this afternoon. He is
surprised I know so much about football." I said it with a forced smile "I
have played a lot as you know." Philip didn't look totally convinced but he
took my lead and turned on the TV set and started talking about the game.

Juventus won, just. I managed to get my two cents in about their playing
and Pops had to agree with me and commented that I might be right about
Chelsea next week. Turned out I was right, Chelsea 3 Juventus 1 and it
could have been higher as the Juventus keeper saved a couple of great
shots. I heard later that Mamma could not stop talking about the lasagna
and the contribution Philip and I made to Sunday dinner. I convinced Philip
to host a dinner at his place after church on the Sunday in a couple of
weeks time.

Later at home, Philip said it that looked as if you and Gio were having
words but you said that you were talking about football.

"We had a little clarification of things."

"Do I get to know what about?"

"Well it was about me the fag, who turned you gay. It's OK; I set him
straight. It is finished and I don't want you to do anything. I mean
nothing."

"This story I have to hear. Please?"

"I told him that I was at gay club and that I was approached by a man, his
brother, who was at the club dancing. I told him that you asked me to dance
and that you were so charming that I accepted. I said that later we decided
to go home together. I told him it was the luckiest day of my life." I
paused. "Oh yeah, I warned him to never use the word 'fag' in my presence
again. I left him speechless. I suspect that most people pussy foot around
him."

Philip started to laugh. He put his hand over his mouth and shook his
head. He told me that everyone tiptoed around Gio and Chelsea. But
obviously not everyone. Shaking his head again, he grabbed me and kissed me
and told me some really nice things and then we did some spectacular
things.

I knew exactly how our visit to my parents would go. Philip was
charming. He helped around the house. He and Dad were best friends by the
end of the weekend. They had a great evening on Saturday watching the
hockey match while Mom and I talked about the last year. We too went to
church with my parents and Philip surprised himself by enjoying the
Anglican liturgy and the sermon. The minister was very warm in his greeting
of the two of us.

I had agreed to try out for their soccer team and they played in one of the
inflatable domes that had sprung up around the city and could be used for
indoor soccer during our long cold winters. It meant that teams could
practice skills and stay in shape for the season that started in early
spring when the snow and wetness were gone. We had our first practice on
Thursday of the the week after the time with my parents. We arrived at the
appointed time to find that a lot of the team had arrived and were
changing.

Sometimes things just take you by surprise; I am so used to being out and
having everyone know about me. It just hasn't seemed to be a problem. The
talk in the dressing room died down as we walked in and heads turned
towards us. I assumed it was just that I was new and that there would be
introductions. Tony who was undressed as were several of the guys spoke
up. "Guys, I want you to meet a friend of Philipo's, James. He has played
football in high school and university. He wants to brush up on his skills
and possibly join our team."

A guy, a little to my right muttered "Friend, yeah. I don't want his kind
in the dressing room with me."

Tony looked at him sharply. "Dom, what's your problem? Philipo has been on
the team for years."

"I don't want guys like them in the showers with me looking at my ass."

It didn't look as if Dom was going to be convinced with logic or
friendship. I could tell that Philip was getting very agitated. The group
were like a tennis match as heads turned from Tony to Dom and back,
everyone watchful and silent. Tony tried again. "Dom, think. We have been
friends for years."

Dom was shaking his head in a negative. Something had to change. I was
thinking quickly how defuse the situation.

I decided to try some rather rough humour and solve the situation my
way. "Guys, I have played football for years and seen lots of asses." I
paused looking straight at Dom. "Dom, believe me I am not interested in
your scrawny ass. I am only looking at one."

There was silence around the room for a couple of seconds and then, what I
had counted on, suppressed laughter bubbling up as guys tried desperately
to suppress it. Finally, the entire group was laughing and making comments
to Dom about his scrawny ass compared to Philipo's along with other guy's
names. Dom got a look on his face that said that he realized that he was
alone and should change his attitude.

"OK, I get your point Tony. Shut up guys, my scrawny ass can take on any of
yours. James let's see how you play."

I went over and shook his hand and thanked him for breaking the ice. I
think I saw a look of respect cross his face.

The practice was tough for all of us after a couple of months of not
playing. I found that I was in as good shape as anyone on the pitch but I
had lost some of my edge in ball handing and passing. As a midfield player
those skills were paramount. Eventually, we broke from practice routines
and divided into 2 teams. My team were the shirtless ones and I realized
very quickly that my continuing workouts with Philip had left me looking
pretty good. I noticed some looks of approval from a lot of guys.

Dom and I were on the same team and it turned out that he was a striker,
fast and agile with a good finish at the net. Late in the game, I felt that
my skills were sharpening. It was amazing how quickly muscle memory and
tactics learned over many years came back. The ball was passed to me and I
was well over the centre line. I evaded one player and saw out of the
corner of my eye that Dom had started a run to the goal. I judged his speed
and trajectory and shot the ball to him. It was a good pass and he had it
quickly under control and like a smart striker he took the shot as soon as
he could. He scored. Most of the guys were tired after a while of not
playing but we survived and went for food and a beer at a local pub.

I received a lot of good comments about my being in shape and my skill
levels. I heard Dom comment to someone that it looked as if we had a good,
new midfielder. I could see that Philip was beyond pleased and the hand on
my thigh told me that there would be an interesting time when we arrived
home.

We arrived home and even I was surprised at his reaction. "Scrawny ass!
Where do you come up with these wonderful turns of phrases just when they
are needed?" He kissed me hard. "You really do play yourself down. Your
play was incredibly good. That shot to Dom. Wow!" He kissed me again, lots
of tongue.  "Shit, I almost popped a boner when you took off your
shirt. You are so fucking hot. I am so lucky." I tried to reply but he put
his hand over my mouth.

"No you don't get to talk. This is my time to let you know how I feel."
While he kissed me, his fingers had my shirt and t shirt off. "I want to
smell you and taste you. I want all of you." He looked at me with lust
blazing in his eyes. He kissed my neck, a real turn on for me. Then my
nipples. I am not sure how much time he spent licking, teasing them and
then biting them softly and hard. I swear that my cock was going to rip my
pants open especially when he ran his fingers over my package lightly. Why
is it that sometimes just a light touch can be so erotic? No time to figure
that one out as Philip was suddenly on his knees, sucking my cock through
my jeans which were rapidly becoming wetter and wetter.

I gave up trying to do anything and just let myself revel in the sensations
of his assault on my body and its nerve endings. I was finally naked with
my clothes lying strewn around the entrance way to the condo. He stood back
and scanned my body up and down as he slowly took off his own clothes. His
underpants were wet with precum and distended by his very hard
erection. God, he looked big. I leaned against the wall amazed at how, just
standing there naked watching him undress himself, made me feel even more
aroused and I wasn't even touching myself. When he finished, we stared at
each other. He moved forward and without a word, he put his arm around me
and moved us to the bedroom.

"Lover, you mean so much to me." He gently had me lean over the bed on my
hands and knees. I hope that no one could hear my moans, yells and
expletives as he rimmed me and invaded me with his tongue. He had a very
satisfied look on his face when he came up and leaned over my back to kiss
me as I turned my head in total passion. I could feel the wetness in my ass
and I could feel the tip of his cock as he pressed lightly against my hole.

"Lover, I am going to take you slowly and for a long time." He said this as
he reached for the lube that he had put on the side table.

As I turned around, "I get some say." I kissed him and then took his cock
right to the bottom in one movement. After using my mouth and tongue and
hearing his moans, I slowly put lube on him. His eyes were glazed and I had
the satisfied look on my face. I looked at him asking with my eyes how he
wanted me.

"As you were." So I quickly found myself on hands and knees on the bed with
just his large head in my first opening. He made small movements in and out
and then around. I looked back at him to see his eyes closed and a look of
total involvement and concentration on his face. He was pleasuring me and
himself, the way it should be.

I felt his arms around me and his fingers squeezing my nipples and I felt a
small motion and then in one swoop he invaded me without stopping until I
could feel that he could go no farther. I felt invaded, impaled, full. It
was the most beautiful feeling that I could have. "I have been imagining
this since the locker room and you on the field with your shirt off. This
is not spur of the moment. Jamie, I love you more than I ever knew that I
could. I don't want to continue this living in two places. My mind was made
up weeks ago. I want you and you with me all the time." He started to make
love to me and he was true to his word. He eased off 4 or 5 times until we
were both ready to explode.

"I am going to finish but I don't want you to finish with me. I want even
more. OK?"

"OK, your choices."

With that he pommelled me and yelled as he impaled me one last time as he
started. He then finished after several pulses moving in and out. He was
out quickly and turned me around and took me in his mouth. He sucked me
like a mad man and when I came, it was an explosion. My muscles were still
twitching and I was still gasping after a minute. When he knew that I was
too tender to be sucked any more, he looked at me. I nodded yes and he
shared with me. It was the perfect finish.

If someone was observing, there were two men with tears in their eyes on a
bed embracing each other as hard as they could with cocks still dribbling
cum. No words were spoken and that was good. We had said so much to each
other with our bodies. I woke the next morning with my arms around him and
my very hard cock on his ass. He felt my movement, turned and reached for
the lube and gave it to me. Just minutes after waking, I was slowly making
love to him. It was slow and erotic. He was on his side facing slightly
towards the bed and I was leaning over him buried to the the hilt when I
finally lost control and filled him. Moments later I had taken him in my
mouth and was sharing with him.

Breakfast was like a time set aside. There was just the two of us in the
world as we ate, touched each other and talked about our living
arrangements.



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