Date: Fri, 27 May 2016 16:01:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: hankbrookscc@comcast.net
Subject: An Unexpected Pleasure......short story

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			  An Unexpected Pleasure

 My name is Matthew.  I am thirty years old, and I have a good job in a
manufacturing firm.  We make parts for huge machines, like turbines and
farm tractors.  I have been working in the finance department since I
graduated college, eight years ago.  My boss will be retiring in another
year or so, and I know that I will be promoted to be head of the
department.

 How can I be so sure?  I'll tell you.  Joe, the general manager of the
plant, and I, have become exceptionally good friends.  He is married, and
has three strapping sons and two daughters.  He's an alpha, macho, male,
and I am gay.  I never hid the fact, and so everyone knew.  Unlike some
horror stories you may have heard, I never had a problem at work.

 I found myself alone in the men's room with Joe one day.  We were peeing
side by side, and making small talk.  Suddenly he grabbed my hand, pulled
me into a stall, and asked me to please give him a blow job.  He saw the
shocked look on my face, and I guess he felt the need to explain.

 "My wife won't do it," he said.  "The last time I had a blow job was from
some slut in college.  Please do it to me.  It's my favorite way to get
off.  I really need this."

 I ogled his cock.  It was hard and pulsating.  I reckoned it was uncut,
and about seven inches.  There were beads of pre-cum on his slit.  I was
pretty much a home body and I was getting very little action.  I was lucky
to get laid every five or six weeks.  I admit to frequent jerking off.  The
shock Joe saw on my face was mixed with the anticipation of extreme
pleasure.

 I didn't hesitate for a minute. I fell to my knees, and brought him off
much too quickly.  Boldly, I said to him, "Next time, try to delay cumming.
You taste so good; I'd like it to last a lot longer.  You'll enjoy it more
also."

 He smiled at me.  "Will there be a next time?"

 "You bet, if you want it," I replied, smiling back.

 After that, I blew Joe furtively, whenever we could be alone together.  He
would follow me into the men's room as often as possible. Then one happy
day he got me alone, and whispered in my ear.  "My wife is taking the kids
up to Erie, Pennsylvania for their summer vacation.  Her folks live there.
Could you come over and spend some quality time with me when she's gone?"

 I gave him a broad, toothy smile, and he knew that the answer was yes.
Two weeks later, on a sunny Saturday morning, Joe's wife loaded the kids in
her van, and took off.  The minute she was gone, he called me, and I rushed
right over.  I spent the entire weekend with him, and I expanded Joe's
homosexual horizons.  Not only did I suck him to glory, I begged him to
fuck me, and he did.

 Not once, during the entire weekend, did we kiss, or tell each other we
loved one another.  Worse yet for me, Joe would not go down on me, or let
me fuck him.  He was innately a heterosexual man, who was merely having a
little fun with his fetishes.  I really didn't mind.  I was having fun
also, and simultaneously assuring a promising future with my company.
After that weekend, I still gave Joe blow jobs, whenever we could manage
it.

 I made a better than average living, and I could well have afforded to
move to a bigger apartment in a better neighborhood.  Unfortunately, I
confess to being lazy.  I lived in the very same apartment that I had
rented after college.  It was located in an iffy neighborhood.  There was
only one bedroom and one tiny bath.  The kitchen was miniscule, as were the
L-shaped living room and eating nook (no way could it be called a dining
room).  Maybe someday, if I ever hook up with someone, I might get up the
energy to move.

 Basically, until now, all that I have told you is merely to acquaint you
with who I am, and how I live.  Now let me tell you the real story.

				**********

 One day, after work, I came home to find a young couple moving in next
door to me.  There were some boxes lying in the hall between our two doors.
Their door was open, and they were both in the hallway.  They had come out
to pick up a couple of boxes, I presumed.  They saw me, and stopped their
labors to say hello.

 They introduced themselves as Natalie and Sandy (Stanford).  Sandy was
aptly named.  His hair was a reddish brown hue.  Natalie was a
stereotypical girl next-door type.  She was pretty and perky, and barely
reached Sandy's shoulders.  They really didn't seem to go together.  He was
at least six feet, two inches tall, and built like the old, and faithful,
brick shithouse.  His muscles had muscles.  He must have worked out a lot.
I did too, and I immediately thought of asking him to be my workout buddy.
As that thought came to me, I realized that I was lusting after my new
neighbor.  I tried to erase that forbidden desire from my brain, but his
deep brown, seductive eyes were making that very difficult to do.

 Since they hadn't offered their surname, I introduced myself only as Matt.
I assumed they were married, but bubbly Natalie immediately informed me
that this was their first apartment together.  They were engaged to be
married, but the wedding was nine months off.  Natalie's parents were
planning on making a big bash, and they needed the time to plan it all.  As
far as I was concerned it was TMI.  Sandy didn't say a word.  He just stood
by silently, and I think he was staring at me.

 I offered to help them with the boxes, but they politely refused.  "We're
just about finished," Sandy said.

 I was reluctant to leave, so I worked up my nerve, and asked Sandy where
he worked out.  He broke out into the widest grin I had ever seen.  His
teeth were so white; they could have blinded me if a light was shown on
them.  It was he who actually asked, "Would you like to work out together?
We could spot each other at the weights."

 I thought that was a strange thing to say.  Did Sandy want to smell my
crotch as much as I wanted to smell his?  Maybe he was bi-sexual.  My
spirits rose dramatically.

 "Where do you work out?" I asked.

 "At Gold's on 47th Street.  How about you?"

 "It doesn't matter," I answered.  "Gold's is very close to my office.  I
can exercise there without a problem."

 When are you going to work out next?"

 I smiled at him as seductively as I could, but I could never match his
grin.  "Tomorrow.  I'll get there around 5:30," I answered.

 "You're on Buddy," he said.

 I got bolder than ever.  I wanted so much to see Sandy naked, that I lied.
"I usually shower at the gym, and have dinner out on gym nights, but if
that's no good for you, I won't mind if you go straight on home."  Sandy
looked at Natalie, seeking her approval.

 "Go along with Matt," she said.  "I know how all you guys have a primal
need to bond.  Besides, that means two or three nights a week, I won't have
to cook."  Sandy high-fived me.

 I was next to useless the next day at work.  My boss, and even Joe, asked
me what was up with me.  I think I was acting a bit giddy at the thought of
Sandy spotting me, while I would be looking up his crotch.  I kept telling
myself to simmer down, and get over myself.  Sandy was straight, and
engaged to a beautiful young woman.  Every time I believed my admonishments
to myself might work, the possibility that Sandy might be bi, took over my
thinking processes, yet again.

 I began to sweat, and I went to the bathroom often.  Joe passed my desk,
and whispered, "Not today.  It's my anniversary.  I gotta save it for the
misses."  I had to laugh at what Joe was thinking.  Nevertheless, I
continued my frequent trips to the bathroom.  On the last trip, I stood in
front of the mirror and gasped.  It finally struck me that I had never felt
like this about any other guy.  Fuck me!  I had fallen in love with someone
I could never have.

 I thought of not showing up at Gold's that night, but I knew I would.
After all, Sandy had no idea how I felt about him.  Hell, he didn't even
know that I was gay.

 He came into the locker room, just as I was changing into my gym shorts
and a tee shirt.  I had ditched my briefs in favor of a jock strap.  I
heard a voice say, "Nice body."  I looked up to see Sandy smiling at me.

 "I'll wait until you get ready," I said, and I sat down on the bench in
front of the lockers.  Sandy stripped naked in fast time, and I nearly
swooned.  He was cut, and flaccid at the moment.  He had to be a good five,
fat inches of manhood.  I couldn't speak as I watched Sandy dress much as I
had; jock strap, gym shorts and a muscle shirt.  I wanted him so badly, I
could feel my heart bursting inside of me.

 For the next hour or so, we took adjoining equipment to exercise on.  I
concentrated on my workout and managed not to get an erection.  I kept
thinking that I would never get through the shower without jumping on him
and devouring his cock.

 Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on one's viewpoint, nothing like
that happened.  We showered three stalls apart, and didn't even offer to do
each other's backs.

 At dinner, we told each other what we did for a living, and what our
aspirations were for the future.  We filled one another in on our likes and
dislikes.  Even though he was straight, and I was gay, we had very much in
common.  Natalie was right.  We were bonding, but not in the way I had
yearned for.

 Sandy advised me that he had no family, and had been raised in the foster
care system.  "A few places were bad," he informed me, "but my last place
was heaven.  I was with that family for nearly four years, from fourteen to
seventeen.  They treated me like their own son.  It all ended when my
foster parents divorced.  Rather than go back into foster care for the
remaining six months until my eighteenth birthday, I packed a bag, and ran
away.  I don't think the state even bothered to look for me.  I got a job,
completed high school, worked my way through college, and now I've got a
good position as an IT Tech."

 When Sandy finished his narrative, there was an uncomfortable silence.
Without giving it any thought, I did something so spontaneous that I
surprised myself.  I wrapped my arms around Sandy's shoulders, and held him
tight.  There were tears in his eyes.  We were becoming friends, but that
little act on my part, suddenly bound us into a brotherhood.  We must both
have been aware of it, because we smiled at each other.

 Over the next two months, the three of us became good friends.  Natalie
invited me for dinner often.  I wasn't much of a cook, so we would have
cocktails and after-dinner drinks at my place.

 By now, they both knew that I was gay.  It didn't seem to make any
difference to them, but I did get some good natured kidding.  They always
needled me about finding a nice guy, and settling down.  I would answer by
saying that when I found a clone of Sandy's, I would settle down indeed.
Sandy was no dummy.  He must have known how I felt about him from that one
remark.  It was anything but brotherly.

 About five months before the wedding, Natalie and her mother went to visit
Natalie's aging grandparents in Wisconsin.  They were too frail to make the
trip to the wedding, and they wanted to see Natalie and their daughter for
what might be the last time.  Natalie wanted Sandy to go with her, but he
couldn't get away from work for the entire week that she would be away.
The last thing she said to me before she left, was, "Take good care of
Sandy for me."  If she only knew what good care I wanted to give him; TLC
from his head to his foot.

 She left on a Friday evening.  It was a gym night, and we worked out
harder than ever.  I had to wonder if Sandy was working so hard in order to
curb his sexual appetite.  I longed to yell at him, that I would take care
of that for him, but how could I?

 We had long ago stopped showering stalls apart.  We always showered next
to each other these days.  But that night was different.  For the first
time, Sandy asked me to do his back.  He saw the look of pleasure and
surprise on my face, and felt obligated to explain.

 "That's something Natalie always does for me."  He said nothing more,
leaving it at that.

 "Sure," I said, "it'll be a pleasure.  Turn your back to me."

 Sandy's wasn't the first male back I had ever cleansed.  I started soaping
him up generously.  I didn't give it any thought (or a damn), when I
started soaping his ass.  I kneaded his bubble, and started to clean his
crack.  Sandy sighed, and I was encouraged.  I reached under him and
cleaned his balls as well.

 "That feels so nice," he said.

 I screwed up my courage.  I reached around him, pressing his back against
my chest.  My hard cock started to probe his ass hole.  My soapy hand
started to stroke his rod that was as hard-as-nails.

 "Thank you," he said.  "This is wonderful, but please stop."

 I was devastated.  I thought I had lost his friendship, but he said, "Not
here, not now.  Let's go home."

 My dreams were going to come true that night, and maybe the rest of the
week.  I started to cry, and this time Sandy threw his arms around me.

 He whispered in my ear.  "I know.  I feel the same way."

				**********

 Unfortunately, we had met at the gym after work, and we had come in
separate cars, so we had to drive home separately.  We parked our cars in
the parking lot of our building, and ran upstairs.  Even though Natalie
wasn't home, we both honed in on my apartment.  As soon as we got there, I
closed and locked the door.  In an instant Sandy was all over me, but I
pushed him away.

 "Look," I said.  "I love you so much that I obsess over you.  What we are
doing now is a most unexpected pleasure, but at the same time I'm as
confused as hell.  You've got to explain what's going on here before I bust
a gut."

 "I love you," he stated simply.  What more do you need to know?"

 I was stunned.  I looked into his beautiful sensual eyes.  "You love me?"
It was a question left unanswered.  "But you're engaged to be married.
Your wedding is less than five months away, and you have the balls to ask
what more I need to know.  I need to know how, why, when, where.  How did
this happen?  Are you gay or straight?  What gives?  I'm desperate to make
love with you, but not until I have some answers."

 Sandy sighed in resignation.  "I'll try to explain," he said, "but first I
want to kiss you to show you how much I love you."

 That was a simple enough request.  I grabbed my fantasy, and we began a
kiss to end all kisses.  Our tongues gently tickled each other, until my
toes tingled, and the tingling spread to the rest of my body.  Once again I
pushed him away.  I saw that his cheeks were wet.  I gently brushed his
tears away, and he began to speak.

 "I was so busy trying to survive in this fucking world, I never gave a
thought to my sexuality.  I came to believe that nobody loved me, and I had
no special desires to love anyone, male or female.

 "When I came to live with John and Marie Sullivan, my last foster parents,
I shared a bed room with a foster brother.  We had twin beds.  James was a
senior in high school, and I realized that he would be leaving soon for
college.  The Sullivan's would be left with an empty nest.  I figured that
was why they took me in.  James was no wicked step brother.  He was very
nice to me.  In fact, he was extremely kind.

 "One night he came home from a date with the girl he was taking to the
senior prom.  He was angry and surly.  I asked him what was wrong.  He
didn't answer.  He just undressed quickly, and threw his clothes on the
floor.  I could see that he had a tremendous erection.  He must have had at
least nine, round inches of uncut cock.  Looking at his rod, I began to
have forbidden feelings.

 "He lay down in bed on his back, and proceeded to masturbate.  `I gotta
take care of my blue balls,' he told me.  `The bitch let me get almost to
third base, and she made me stop.  I've got a good mind to find someone
else to take to the prom.'

 "I asked him what he was doing.  I was fourteen years old, and I had no
idea what jerking off was.  Being tossed from pillar to post left my sex
education sadly neglected.  He told me that he was whacking off, and asked
me if I wanted to help him.  I said, `sure.'  He told me to jump into bed
with him.  I did, and he hunkered up to me.

 "He took my palm and wrapped it around his cock.  He set me to work
stroking him gently.  I can honestly say, I had no particular emotions one
way or the other, about what we were doing.  However, I became aware that I
had sprung an erection.  At some point, James started to squirm.  A
guttural sound escaped from his throat, and I found a gooey white substance
covering my chest and my hand.  James put some of his cum on his finger,
and put it in his mouth.  He scooped up some more, placed it on my lips,
and I tasted cum for the first time.

 "His cock was still gooey, and James told me to lick it and swallow the
rest of his seed.  I really didn't want to do it, but I didn't want to
anger anyone in this family, who were treating me with some love.  I did as
he asked, and when I had licked it dry, he asked me to swallow it, and suck
it like a lolly pop.  Of course, I did.  He tasted pretty good.  Eventually
he started to squirm and groan again.  He came in my mouth, and ordered me
to swallow the stuff, because it was very healthy.

 "He turned away from me, and told me to return to my bed.  Nothing
happened between us again, but on his last night before leaving for
college, he asked if I would suck his cock again, so he would have happy
memories of me.  I really wanted to do it, and I got excited at the
thought.  Not only did I do as he asked, but I sucked him to two climaxes.
He asked me to go to my own bed again.

 "That was the night I had the blue balls, and I jerked myself off to a
brilliant conclusion all by myself.  The next morning, we dressed, and
James got all ready for Mr. Sullivan to take him to the airport.  I went to
embrace him, and wish him well, but he slapped my face.  He called me a
fucking faggot, and said that he couldn't stand the sight of me.  I cried
for days.

 "We lived in Connecticut, and James went to school in San Francisco.  He
rarely came home for a visit, and he often got summer jobs near the school.
On the rare occasions he came home, we were forced to sleep in the same
room, but he wouldn't talk to me, or look at me.

 "There was nothing in what we did, that made me think for a moment that I
might really be gay.  In fact, after I left home, and struck out on my own,
I identified myself as being straight.  I had no problem meeting, and
bedding, lovely young women.  I even got myself engaged to one.  And then I
met you.

 "When I first laid eyes on you, a powerful feeling came over me.  I wanted
to hold you tight and kiss you, and yes, to make love with you.  I came to
realize that I was probably gay after all.  I was obsessed with the idea of
the two of us making love.  I figured that I would seduce you, and then
call you a fucking faggot, just as James had called me.  I wanted some sort
of revenge.  It's not going to happen, Matt.  Every day, every time that we
are together, I love you more.  I want us to be together forever, but I
don't know what to do.  Natalie and her mother are so busy and excited with
wedding plans, I haven't got the heart to burst their bubbles."

 Sandy stopped his narrative, and looked to me as if I could give him some
wise answers.  I didn't have any, but I said, "Right now the only bubble I
want to burst is your luscious ass.  Let's make love all night my love.
We'll talk about what to do in the morning."

 Sandy and I made love all night.  The next day was Saturday, and neither
of us had to go to work.  Everything was so different for me now, and for
him.  We were in love, and it showed in the way I made love to him, and in
the way he made love to me.  We each came once in our mouths and once in
our asses.  After each session, we just cuddled and fondled and kissed
until our lips were sore.  While we were kissing and fondling, one of us
would duck down and suck the other's cock for a while.  When we felt
sufficiently recovered, we fucked again.  It wasn't until five in the
morning, that we finally fell into an exhausted sleep.

 We woke up at about eleven, and together we prepared a breakfast of orange
juice, corn flakes and coffee.  I had some canned fruit in the fridge, and
we spiced up the corn flakes.  When we sat down to eat, I reached for a
spoon, but Sandy grabbed my hand.  He squeezed it, and we looked into each
other's eyes.  We both began to cry at the same time.  I was the first to
speak.

 "I've never been so happy in my life.  I love you so much," I sobbed,

 Poor Sandy couldn't speak.  He just nodded his head as if to tell me that
he felt the same way.  When he finally found his voice, he said, "I'm
moving my stuff over here today, and when Natalie comes home, I'll tell
her.  I hate to do this to her, but if I married her, I could never make
her happy now that I realize how much I love you.  It'll be a trauma for
her and her mother, but we'll have to work through it."

 "Do you want me to be with you for support when you tell her?" I asked.

 "Hell no," he laughed sardonically.  "She's sure to blame you and throw
things at you, knives maybe."

 "You're probably right."

 "In the meantime," he smiled at me, "we have all weekend and all next week
to make love.  Why are we wasting time?"

				**********

 Natalie did not take the news well. She carried on, raving and ranting,
and indeed, she blamed me.  She moved back home with her parents, and Sandy
had to pay the landlord a penalty to break his lease.

 We settled into domestic bliss, and began to search for a larger, more
suitable apartment in a nicer neighborhood.  Lord knows, it was no problem
between our two combined salaries.

 About a year after we moved into our new digs, I got my promotion, and
Sandy and I decided to get married.  Neither of us had any family, so I
asked Joe to be our best man.  He hugged me, cried, and whispered in my
ear, "Does that mean no more stuff between us?" he asked sadly.

 I didn't know how to answer that question, so I said, "Let's put it on the
back burner for now.  I'll see how Sandy would feel about a threesome
between us from time to time."

 Joe's happy smile could have lit up Madison Square Garden.  He did
something then that he had never done before.  He kissed me on the lips.
It was a minor miracle, and another pleasant, but unexpected, surprise.
Anyway, it was very brotherly.  Neither of us parted our lips.