Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2001 22:12:13 EDT
From: Draginacht@aol.com
Subject: Waiting for Love 19

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real
people or events is purely coincidental.  The story contains graphic
descriptions of sex between men. Anyone who is forbidden by law to read such
material must stop now.  This story is being posted to the Nifty Archive
solely for the enjoyment of its readers.

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Waiting for Love: Chapter 19

The room was dark when Tim was awakened by Mike getting out of bed to go to
the bathroom. Tim raised up and saw the clock on Mike's end table. 5:12 AM.
The sound of Mike' bladder emptying into the toilet activated Tim's urge to
do the same. As soon as Tim felt the bed move under Mike's weight, he was up
and groping for the bathroom. On the way back, in unfamiliar territory, he
bumped his toe and shin against the bed. "Shit! Fuck!" he exclaimed under his
breath.

"You OK?" Mike whispered with an unsuppressed chuckle.

"Hell no, your bed attacked me!"

"Maybe we'll have to get a new one."

Despite the pain in his toe, Tim froze for a second. Did Mike really say
'we'? He let it pass without comment.

Once back in bed, Tim moved over to snuggle up against Mike's backside.
Instead, Mike was facing him and moved against Tim in full body contact,
sliding his top arm around Tim. Mike's lips found Tim's and kissed him. They
had worn their boxers to bed but the fabric was not able to hide two
erections seeking comfort.

"Tim?" Mike asked.

"Yeah?"

"I dreamed about you all night. I'm ready." Mike paused. "There's no one I'd
rather have sex with than you. If you're comfortable with it, it'd make me
awfully happy. And, I'd like to try to make you happy too."

"I'm already happy, Mike. Learning that there is someone else in the world
like me, and better yet, that it's you is pure happiness. Now, can I try to
make you happier?"

"What are you waiting for. I'm horny." Mike demanded. Arms wrapped around
bodies and legs intertwined with each other. The kissing was incredible.
Hands roamed over all parts of bodies.

Tim's first objective was to get rid of the shorts they were wearing and he
got a lot of help from Mike. All the while, Tim was debating how far and how
fast he should go with Mike. Remembering Uncle Dave's admonishment to be
patient, he chose Masturbation 201 as the introductory course. (Masturbation
101 is the introductory course, self taught. Masturbation 201 is the next
level, administered by another.) Each found the other's cock and experienced
the pleasure another hand can give. Tim lifted Mike's hand from his cock and
proposed Mike wait and do him later. He wanted Mike to concentrate on his own
pleasure. Tim went to work. He not only pleasured Mike's tool by slowly
spreading the precum around the head; he massaged Mike's balls and perineum.
Mike's loudest moan occurred when Tim licked a nipple and sucked it into his
mouth. It would be an understatement to say Mike didn't last very long.
Without warning, Tim felt a warm liquid splatter on the side of his forehead
as Mike's entire body convulsed and emitted a loud "Gggggaaaaa!" Tim held
Mike close until he came down from his high. He scooped the cum from his
forehead and tasted it. Next, he found another glob on Mike's chest, scooped
it up with his fingers and stuck them in Mike's mouth. Mike caught on quickly
and licked the fingers clean.

"My turn!" Mike announced as he pushed Tim off him and rolled him flat on his
back. Mike did pretty much the same thing Tim did to him except he was more
nervous and a little rougher about it. Tim realized his weekend with Uncle
Dave had really raised his confidence and it showed. Tim fired off sooner
than Mike because he started at a higher level of arousal. Mike demonstrated
how quickly he was accepting his newfound freedom by licking the cum off
Tim's chest, then kissing him.

"You taste good." Mike said after the kiss ended.

"So do you." Tim responded. Mike turned over, spooned back against Tim and
they went back to sleep.

When they awoke just after 8:00 AM, Tim asked about work and Mike said he had
the day off. Tim asked if he wanted to try something else and Mike said yes.
Tim kissed a path down Mike's torso and deep throated him, sending Mike to
Mars. After Mike returned from Mars, he sent Tim on the same trip but his
attempt at taking Tim into his throat was unsuccessful. He promised to work
on it.

Mike served juice and cold cereal for breakfast. Tim expressed a preference
for a certain kind of juice for breakfast and Mike told him he would have to
wait a few minutes.

The bond between the two young men was growing with every minute. They had
the feeling they could sense what the other was thinking by looking into each
other's eyes. It was scary. And it was good. Soon they were back in bed for a
repeat performance. When Tim suggested the sixty-nine position, Mike couldn't
move fast enough. They no sooner finished and lay in each other's arms
kissing when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"May I speak to Tim, please." Mike handed the phone to Tim.

"Hello? This is Tim."

"Hi kid." Tim recognized Uncle Dave's voice. "Your dad asked me to call and
let you know we are home and that 4:00 PM is fine."

"Thanks, Uncle Dave." At that moment Tim looked at Mike lying close to him,
smiling and rubbing Tim's butt. Suddenly a sense of understanding washed over
Tim. Since yesterday afternoon, he had not thought of anyone except Mike.
Mike was now the center of his universe. The thought of Mike being with
anyone else was painful. At that moment Tim understood and appreciated the
relationship between his dad and Uncle Dave. He no longer hurt from
yesterday's discovery. Uncle Dave was never his in the first place. He had no
right to expect such. From the beginning, Uncle Dave was clear that he was
committed to another, his partner. Tim never in his wildest imagination would
have suspected his own father. And he was fine with that. He also understood
why his Dad had been so on edge all week. It was his fault. He had trespassed
on his dad's territory, had sex with his dad's lover. But because of their
father-son relationship, Jack had to restrain his emotions. His brain was
moving at warp speed as he recalled Uncle Dave telling him he should wait.
That he might find someone sooner than he thought.

"When did you get home?"

"Just a few minutes ago." 'This conversation is rather awkward.' Dave thought.

"That's nice." (Pause) Uncle Dave?" Tim suddenly had a realization. If Dave
was calling him, his dad must have listened to the message he left and asked
Uncle Dave to call and test the waters.

"I want to tell you and please tell Dad, I'm fine. Just fine. With
everything. I understand. I'm Sorry. Please don't worry about anything. I'll
see you later."

"OK. Until later." Dave said. His voice seemed to be a little brighter.

"And, Uncle Dave? I have someone I'd like you to meet. Can I bring him over
some time this week?"

"Sure, Tim. How does Tuesday sound? Say, about 8:00 PM?" Dave heard Tim cover
the mouthpiece of the phone and then heard mumbling.

"Tuesday at eight is great. See you then, love ya."

"Love ya." Dave said and hung up the phone. He turned to Jack and said, "He's
fine. If I listened between the lines correctly, he's figured it out and is
comfortable with what he saw. He's going to bring someone to see me Tuesday
evening. Maybe he's found a close friend he can share his secret with. You
want to meet me Wednesday at Harvey's for a complete report?"

"Great!" Jack exclaimed as he began breathing for what seemed like the first
time since Dave first started the phone call. He took Dave in his arms and
they held each other for over a minute. He kissed Dave on the cheek. "See you
Wednesday." Dave left and waived before getting into his car.

Tim was home a few minutes before 4:00 PM, as promised. The house was quiet;
his mother was not home yet. He noticed light coming from his dad's library
and walked toward it. (Jack refused to have an office at home so they called
the room the library even though it looked like an office.)

Knock, knock, knock. Tim stood in the doorway looking concerned while his dad
concentrated on some papers. Jack looked up, smiled, stood up from the chair,
and walked from behind the desk. When he reached Tim, he took him in his arms
and held him silently for about a minute. Tim was the first to speak.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't know. I had no right..." At that moment Jack placed
his index finger over Tim's lips to silence him.

"Tim, thanks for being such a great son. These past few days have been pretty
tough on both, all three of us. (Jack acknowledged Dave as a member of their
group.) But, we got through it and we're stronger for it. Come sit on the
sofa with me while I exercise my role as the concerned father." They sat at
opposite ends of the leather sofa turned about 45 degrees toward each other.

"This path you are on is not going to be easy." Tim shook his head yes.
"Please promise me you will practice safe sex and you will come to me with
any questions. I'm not saying I don't want you to talk to Dave, I hope you
will include both of us as advisors."

"Oh, thanks, Dad. I'm glad you said that. I already have questions I want to
ask you but I'm not quite ready to ask them just yet. And, some questions I'd
rather ask Uncle Dave, if that's OK."

"I understand."

"There's someone I'd like you to meet. Do you think Mom would let me bring
him to dinner Tuesday?"

Jack sat quietly, studying Tim's face. What was this young man cooking up?
"There's probably a good chance; I guess you'll have to ask her. Now, your
mother is another issue. Have you thought about telling her? And how do you
explain bringing a complete stranger to the house without addressing your
relationship?"

"I'm going to ask you to trust me on this one, Dad. You and Mom are in for a
pleasant surprise. (Pause) About telling Mom. I think I need to do it. I
don't like to keep secrets from her, (Tim looked directly into his dad's
eyes) except a really important one that is perfectly safe with me." Jack
knew instantly that Tim was referring to his relationship with Dave. They
exchanged knowing smiles. "I must ask you not to tell Mom about me. I know
you two share a lot of secrets, but this is my responsibility. Can you be
appropriately shocked when I tell both of you at the same time?"

"I'd love to be appropriately shocked at the proper moment." Jack chuckled.

They heard Beth announce her arrival, calling them from the kitchen. Both men
went to greet her with hugs and kisses. She had brought a ton of food from
her sister's so they sat down to dinner almost immediately. During the meal,
Tim asked if he could invite a guest for Tuesday dinner. Beth agreed but
pressed Tim for an identity. He declined; saying it was a surprise.

Tuesday afternoon Tim and Mike walked into the kitchen as Beth was preparing
dinner.

"Mom, here's someone I want you to meet." Both young men stood side by side
with huge grins on the faces. They loved to play games.

Beth gasped. "Mikey?" She exclaimed. Then she took Mike into her arms and
hugged and kissed him. Both men stood dumbfounded. How on earth did she do
that? Beth began asking lots of questions but Tim stopped her. He asked to
wait until Dad got home to see his reaction. That way, Mike would only have
to tell his story once. Tim gave Mike a tour of the house and they sat in
Tim's room playing on the computer and talking until Beth called them to
announce Jack was home. They found Jack in the kitchen checking out the food
on the stove. Jack turned and looked at the two young men as a questioning
look formed on his face.

"I think I should know you. Do I?" Beth began to chuckle. The boys couldn't
control their light laughter. Dad wasn't as good as Mom. After several
minutes of making Jack uncomfortable, Tim offered a clue.

"He used to live next door to us."

"Oh my God! Mikey!" Jack caught himself. "I mean, Mike. You are much too old
and big to be Mikey." Jack hugged Mike like he was a long lost son and the
questions began flowing. Mike brought them up to date from the last time they
saw him but he left out the detail about his stepfather beating him up and
kicking him out of the house because he was gay. Beth wanted to know how
Mike's mother was and other things. When Tim and his dad had a few moments
alone while Beth mothered Mike, Jack was able to ask his question.

"Were you at Mike's place last night?"

"Yes, sir." Tim replied, his face captured by a grand grin. He was literally
beaming. Jack recognized the look and placed his right hand behind Tim's neck
and squeezed it affectionately as if to say, congratulations. "But let Mike
tell you and Mom when he feels comfortable."

"And I will be appropriately shocked." Jack smiled. Tim slid his left arm
around his dad's waist and smiled back. Tim announced they need to get moving
so they could surprise Uncle Dave. Beth said she would love to see the
expression on Dave's face when he found out Mike was back. She also issued an
open invitation for Mike to join them at any time. She told Mike he should
come over for some of her home cooking so she could put some meat on his
bones. Secretly Tim chuckled as he thought about the meaty bone between
Mike's legs; no improvement was needed there.

*******

The doorbell rang about five minutes before eight o'clock; Dave was still in
the kitchen. Opening the door, he saw two very good looking young men smiling
back at him.

"Hi, Uncle Dave." Tim said excitedly.

"Come on in, guys." Dave tried to study the kid following Tim into the house.
The dark hair and eyebrows, slender to almost skinny, the ears that stood
out. 'Very cute. And strangely familiar.' Dave thought. They continued into
the living room and sat down.

"Uncle Dave? Does this guy look familiar?" Tim asked.

"I'm not sure. Maybe. Stand up and turn around, please." Mike stood and
turned; Dave stood and studied the turner. Mike stood still as Dave studied
him some more.

"Mikey?!!!" Dave asked with surprise. The ears were the key.

"Hi Uncle Dave." Mike said as he extended his hand. Dave grasped Mike's hand
and used it to pull him into a hug. Mike hugged Dave back. Tim thought he saw
Dave's eyes get watery.

"It must be 'Mike' now, right? I should have been more correct."

"Yes Sir. That's OK. You can call me anything." Dave held Mike at arms length.

"Gosh! Look at you. You're so big now! And you're so handsome, a hunk." Dave
pulled Mike back into a hug and didn't notice how Mike's cheeks flushed.

"Where have you been? Where did Tim find you? What are you doing now? Start
talking, Son."

"Well, Uncle Dave, Tim said the first thing I should tell you is that I'm
gay." He watched for Dave's reaction. Dave affectionately wrapped his arms
around Mike without saying anything. With raised eyebrows he shot a serious,
stern look over Mike's shoulder at Tim. The smile on Tim's face was made with
lips pressed so tightly together they were almost white and Tim was slowly
shaking his head 'no'. The message was clear, Tim had told Mike nothing about
Dave or anyone else.

"That makes no difference to me. Now, bring me up to date." Mike told about
losing his dad, his mom's remarriage, and his stepfather beating him up and
kicking him out. He told how Tim stopped for gas at his uncle's station and
then returned a couple hours later. He left out the part about Tim' problem
with cum filled shorts. 'So that's why Tim disappeared from my rearview
mirror!' Dave thought.

"Uncle Dave," Tim picked up the story, "I went back to the gas station
because I needed to clean up a mess in my shorts and thought Mike would let
me use the restroom." Tim figured Uncle Dave was sharp enough to figure out
why his shorts were a mess and didn't need to elaborate. Thankfully, this
detail sailed right past Mike. "Mike was just getting off work and offered to
take me to his apartment so I could use his shower. We had so much to talk
about and catch up on that I spent the night."

"Uncle Dave, Tim and I really got much better acquainted. When he told me he
was gay too, I almost freaked out. The first person I ever knew to be gay
turns out to be the best friend I ever had. And now we've found each other.
It's too uncanny. We've talked a lot since Saturday afternoon and," Mike and
Tim grinned at each other, "and we want to be together. Tim thought you might
be able to give us some advice."

"Damn! My head is spinning!" Dave looked at Tim then at Mike several times.
He just assumed they had played around but the look of youthful innocence was
still there so he guessed correctly they were still anal virgins. No matter.
"OK, guys. How can I help?" Dave figured he would have a hard time advising
these two without 'outing' himself to Mike. He had taken that risk with Tim
and it turned out better than he expected. If it happens with Mike, maybe it
too will be positive. However, no way was he going to do for Mike what he did
for Tim. The relationship would be completely different.

Dave asked them how they felt about coming out. Neither was ready for it.
Mike's parents knew and they weren't going to admit it publicly. Tim's family
did not know yet (not officially, anyway) and that had to be dealt with. Dave
advised then to wait until school was over in a few weeks and they graduated
before thinking about the future together. Then, if they were still as
attracted to each other as they are now he could help them. However, if they
ever decide to live together, being out will take care of itself. People will
begin to add two plus two and the result will be obvious. So, they need to
think about that and be comfortable with it before they start. He suggested
they try to control the when and how circumstances of coming out.

Dave already knew Tim wanted to go to college and was interested in finance.
So he asked Mike about his plans.

"Well, Sir, my grades are good enough get in to college but not good enough
to qualify for a scholarship. Financing it is out of the question. My mom and
step-dad didn't have the money and the part time job at my uncle's gas
station barely keeps me in food. Mom secretly helps with the rent."

"Mike, do you know what a sponsor is?" Dave asked.

"Like on TV?"

"No." Dave chuckled with a smile. "The kind of sponsor I have is mind is
someone who opens career doors for people who are highly capable but lack the
contacts or resources to do it on their own. Since I don't have any children o
f my own and you seem to be short on supportive parents, how would you feel
about me becoming your sponsor."

"Wow, Uncle Dave! I don't know!" Mike replied excitedly.

Tim threw a sharp elbow to Mike's ribs, "Say yes."

"Well, OK, yes. But what does that mean?"

"Can you quit your job at your uncle's place? Do you need to give notice?"

"I can leave at any time. I'm an extra. My uncle is doing me a favor. I don't
owe him notice but I'd like to give him one anyway. I at least ought to thank
him before I leave."

"I like to hear you say that. It's always good to thank someone who helped
you when you needed it. OK, when you are done with that and are free, I would
like you to come to my store and talk to this lady." Dave wrote a name on the
back of one of his business cards and handed it to Mike. "She'll find you a
part time job at the store for now and after school's out you can work full
time. The money should be a little better than you're used to now." Dave
would have a chat with his personnel manager tomorrow and arrange for Mike to
have a job.

"Thank you, Sir!" Mike said enthusiastically with astonishment.

"And, Mike, please do me a favor," Mike nodded yes. "Please don't call me
'sir', it kind of makes me feel older than I'm ready to admit."

"Yes S..., sure." Mike chuckled while Tim laughed."

"While we're on the subject, could you just call me 'Dave'? That will sound a
lot better around the store, don't you think?"  Mike smiled and nodded yes.
"By the way, where are you living now?" Mike told him about the place and how
much he was paying each week. Dave pulled out another business card and wrote
on the backside. "At your first opportunity, take this card to the address I
wrote on the back and you'll be able to get an apartment in a nicer
neighborhood for the same price." Tomorrow Dave would call the manager and
instruct him to rent Mike a specific apartment at a certain price and Dave
would cover the difference. Dave owned the building, one of his investments.
Neither Mike nor Tim needed to know that.

"OK, you two. Promise me you'll talk to me when you have questions. It
doesn't matter what the subject is."

"We promise." both young men said in unison. Dave gave them departure hugs
then they left.

*******

Mike quit his uncle's gas station and began working for Dave. He almost
fainted when he got his first paycheck. Then he almost fainted again when he
saw how much he really made and how much was deducted for taxes.

High school graduation came and went. Mike attended Tim's, and Tim attended
Mike's. Mike's mother attended his alone. Mike waited until after graduation
to check out the new apartment. He was stunned. The place was real upscale.
He was offered a second floor, two-bedroom place with full kitchen, dining
room and living room. The apartment was up in the foothills and the view from
the living room and master bedroom offered an expansive view of the city. Now
he had to worry about furniture. Dave contributed some fine pieces he had in
his attic that he was going to give away. Tim's parents added more, including
a queen size bed. Although Tim continued to live at home, he spent a lot of
time at Mike' apartment.

One Sunday afternoon, Dave answered his door to find Tim standing there.
"Come in, Tim. What's the occasion?"

"Uncle Dave?" Tim paused. "I'm sorry, I'll always call you 'Uncle Dave'. I
love you too much and can't make myself change. Is that OK?"

"Of course, Kid." Dave said approvingly as they hugged. "I'm sure you didn't
come over just to tell me that, what's up?"

"Well..." Tim knew Dave's preference for getting right to the point. "Mike
and I are getting more serious. He says he's ready and asked me fuck him. I
told him I wouldn't fuck him but I would make love to him. He liked that. Now
I'm nervous. I don't want to hurt him."

Dave didn't answer immediately. He needed to think. "Tim, you know what to
expect here. We've been there together. The simple fact that you love him,
both of you love each other, will make it better. Face it, Mike probably
already knows there will be some pain. But, it's not life threatening. If you
rely on your experience there is very little risk of injury. Remember, you
are a magna 'cum' laude grade of your uncle's school." Both men laughed and
the levity seemed to ease the tension. "By asking you to do it, he's telling
you he's willing to accept what happens. I know what it feels like to want a
special someone inside you." Dave and Tim smiled at one another knowingly.
"Someday you will probably feel the same way. Just one caution! I think you
should use a condom. And if the tables turn, Mike should also. If, over time
you two decide your relationship is to be long term and you become a couple,
condoms won't be necessary. But, I still recommend periodic HIV testing. Has
that answered your question well enough?"

"Yeah, thanks a lot. I guess I just needed some confidence."

"Well," Dave said as he wrapped his arms around the 6' 2" man before him,
"when you love each other like I think you two do, the love will overpower
any pain every time. Now, be happy."

"I will, we will." Tim replied and left.


That evening Tim treated at Mike's favorite Italian restaurant. Upon
returning to Mike's apartment they opened a bottle of wine as a toast to
their relationship. It was clear that Tim was in charge. "Come on, it's time
for a shower." he said. They hugged and kissed and fondled and made sure they
were completely clean, especially in the proper places. Tim made sure they
did not cum in the shower, as they often liked to do. He kept removing Mike's
hand from his cock.

"Are you sure you are ready for this?" Tim asked as he lay looking into
Mike's eyes.

"Yes, I've thought about too long. It's time now." Mike's lips touched Tim's
tenderly, lovingly. Tim reached into the bedside table and brought out lube
and a condom. "What's that for?" Mike asked surprised.

"It's protection. For both of us. When we decide this is what we want and
make our relationship permanent, I'll go bareback and fill you up. Until
then, only the condom gets filled. Would you do me the honor and dress me?"

"With pleasure!" Mike answered. Tim had Mike add a dollop of jell in the end
of the condom before placing it over the head and rolling it down the shaft.
Tim explained that was to make the end of the condom slippery and increase
the sensitivity. After Tim's tool was covered, he had Mike lie on his back
and pull his knees up, exposing the target of the evening. Tim's hands were
trembling at first as he lovingly applied jell around Mike's anus to the
usual comment about it being cold. When Tim passed his finger over Mike's
puckered entrance, Mike moaned and turned to butter. Tim applied more jell
and pressed firmly to insert his finger. It went in so quickly and easily Tim
was a little surprised. He twisted his hand massaging Mike's sphincter. He
probed gently and found what he was looking for. It was in the same place it
was in Uncle Dave. Mike's body jerked.

"What did you do!" Mike asked as he raised his head from the pillow to look
between his legs.

"I touched your prostate. Relax. How does it feel?"

"Man, it feels great. Especially when you did what you just did." Tim
continued adding jell and soon had three fingers inside Mike and his
sphincter was relaxed. So far, Mike seemed to be enjoying the action. He
really wanted this and it showed. The time came when Tim thought Mike was as
ready as he could get.

"OK, roll onto you left side and pull your knees up." Tim said as he moved
from between Mike's legs and positioned himself so he lay behind Mike. He
spread a good layer of jell over his cock. He was definitely the top in this
relationship. When he was in position behind Mike, he moved close, slid his
joystick between Mike's ass cheeks and held it steady with his hand.

"Now, Mike, while I hold my rod steady, I want you to back up against me.
That way you control the entry and any pain."

"OK, here goes." Mike moved around to correctly align the head of Tim's cock
with his entrance. He paused for a moment then he shifted his hips applying
pressure. Almost instantly he felt his opening stretch to accommodate the
invader. Tim's head slid in easily, no pain. He paused for a moment to adjust
to the feeling then continued impaling himself on Tim's spear. He didn't stop
until he felt Tim's curly pubs press against his ass. He stopped and lay
there. Neither young man said a word. Mike always wandered how this would
feel; now he knew. It felt good, very good.

"Tim?"

"Yeah?"

"How does it feel?"

"Great! How does it feel for you? Did I hurt you?"

"Damn! You feel wonderful inside me. Didn't hurt one bit. Try moving some."
Tim withdrew a few inches and slid back in.

"How was that?"

"More, please!" Tim made a few more withdrawal/insertions, each time
increasing the lengthy of his stroke. "Man, that feels sooo good."

"Mike, I'm going to pull out and I want you to roll onto your back in the
same position you were in when I applied the lube. I'll put a pillow under
your hips and then I'll enter you from that position. OK?"

"Why do you want to do that."

"Because that way we can watch each other. I want to see your cute, sexy face
when I make love to you." Mike couldn't argue with that so he agreed and they
changed their positions. Reentry in the new position was just as smooth as it
was from the rear. Slowly Tim inserted his entire seven inches into his
lover. Mike liked this position because he felt Tim go deeper. They looked at
each other as Tim watched the smile on Mike's face transform to one of
surprise to intense pleasure. Tim knew his cock had found Mike's prostate. In
less than five minutes, Mike's back arched, his mouth opened in a silent
scream and he shot a ribbon of cum against the headboard. He was completely
oblivious to the fact that his ass muscles had clamped hard on Tim's love
tool and shoved him over the edge. After ten seconds, Tim collapsed on top of
his love. Mike's legs remained locked around Tim's waist. As soon as Tim
could regain his senses he kissed Mike more passionately than ever. Mike was
just as passionate in return. Tim's tool remained stiff and so did Mike's.
Before long the two men were, for the second time, performing the dance of
love. This time they lasted longer but the results were more intense.
Following their second joust, they separated, moved into their favorite spoon
position and instantly fell asleep. When the alarm angrily woke them the next
morning the bed was a mess. Mike's cum was everywhere, but at least it was
dried. The condom had slid off Tim's cock; he had laid on it and squished
most of his cum out onto the sheets. At least it had served its purpose.

*****

At work Monday morning, Dave noticed that Mike seemed to be walking
strangely. Then it dawned on him. `Tim! That horny devil!' Near lunchtime,
Dave was walking down one of the aisles practicing his MBWA (Management By
Walking Around) when Mike turned the corner and they were face to face. As
their eyes met, Dave just could not suppress a knowing smile. Mike blushed
intensely. Dave decided now was the time.

"Mike, would you come to my office, please?" and he placed his hand on Mike's
shoulder in a friendly gesture.

"Sure, Dave." They walked together quietly to Dave's office. Dave told his
secretary to hold all calls then he held the door for Mike and closed it
behind him. Mike noticed that Dave locked the door. Dave turned around and
hugged Mike who welcomed the hug and returned it.

"Congratulations." Dave said quietly in Mike's ear and kissed him on the
cheek." Mike gasped, pulled away and looked Dave in the eyes. Mike's blush
now consumed almost his entire head. Dave wondered if it was also red under
his hair.

"How, how did you know? (Pause) Have you talked to someone?" He was referring
to Tim.

"No, Mike," Dave said as he hugged him again. "I'm gay too." Mike pulled away
again. The look on his face was total disbelief.

"No! I don't believe it. Uncle Dave? Why, you never... you... NO! How?" Mike
was in such shock words wouldn't come to him. He just stared at a smiling
Dave.

"I'm not out. I don't want to be out. I like my life the way it is. I just
felt it was time you knew. When you get home, you can tell Tim I told you. He
has known for only a few months. If you want to talk about it some time, come
over to the house and we'll have a beer. How do you feel now about your decis
ions, are you comfortable with your choices?"

"I couldn't be happier. Tim is such a great lover. He said he only had one
experience but whoever he was with sure taught him all the right stuff." This
time it was Dave's turn to blush but he didn't. That wasn't the answer he was
searching for when he asked the question. Mike just answered a different
question.

"You obviously noticed I'm having a minor problem walking normally. How long
does that last?"

"You'll adjust quickly. I know, I'm a bottom too, just like you." He saw Mike
blush again.

"Ah... Ah... Have you ever gone the other way?" Mike blushed at his own
question.

"Without getting personal, yes. I think it is fulfilling in sound
relationship."

"I've been thinking about it but I'd never ask Tim. I'll wait until he
offers." Mike kept knocking Dave off balance with the frankness of his
conversation. He wanted to have this conversation in a different location,
certainly not in his office.

"I think that is very wise. If you have any questions as that time
approaches, I'll answer them the best I can. Now, can we change subjects?"

Dave asked Mike again about college. Mike said he was thinking about it
because now that he had a job that paid enough he thought he could afford it.
That is exactly what Dave had in mind when he set Mike up with the job and
apartment. He just wanted to see if Mike had the desire and strength of
character to get to this position on his own. Now Dave would open more doors.
Mike said he liked history and loved to write. Dave suggested he go through
late enrollment at the local college because they had an excellent liberal
arts curriculum and Dave would pay Mike's tuition. Tim was already enrolled
there as a finance major. When Mike left Dave's office he didn't wear any
rubber off the soles of his Nike's because they were at least three inches
above the floor.