Date: Fri, 28 Apr 2006 15:19:10 -0400 From: cgard 43 Subject: The Art of Love 7 Part 13 Art groaned most of the day about how nervous he was about meeting my parents. I kept trying to reassure him, but it didn't seem to help. "Why don't you have a drink and relax?" I asked late in the afternoon. "Oh no," he answered, "I'm not gonna take a chance on getting drunk before I meet your folks." I laughed at his distraught look. "I really don't understand why you're so worried." "Look, Darren, you come from a very successful family. Your Mom was a teacher and your Dad's a big executive type. I'm just a guy from the wrong 'side of the tracks.' "Bullshit," I countered. "You're smart, handsome, well educated, and successful in your job. You're everything they'd like to see in a future son-in-law." That made him laugh and I felt that some of his tension had ebbed. I really wasn't worried at all. I know my parents too well to be concerned. It was about a half hour drive to their home so we left in plenty of time and in fact got there early. I gave Art a brief tour of the area that was very nice and largely residential. There are a couple of shopping centers nearby with all the major stores, but we didn't stop. We pulled up in front of the house right on time. Mom and Dad must have been watching because they greeted us on the porch. I kissed and hugged both of them and then introduced Art. Mom led the way inside and we all sat down in the living room. "Wow, this is a beautiful home, Mr. And Mrs. -" Art started. "Just call us Paul and Mary," my Dad said. "Well, it's still beautiful," Art said with an easy grin, "Thanks for inviting me." We had a drink before dinner and the whole evening went perfectly. My Mom asked for my help just before dinner and I went into the kitchen with him. "He's so handsome," she said as she started on dinner. "He's a little older than you but not that much." "Mom," I started to say, but she put up her hand. "I'm not complaining," she said, "Maybe that's what you need. Besides, he seems very nice. Well spoken too," she added. I laughed, thinking once a teacher always a teacher. Art later told me that his conversation with my father alone had been quite convivial. Dinner was excellent: beef tenderloin, roasted potatoes and wonderful fresh asparagus. Mom had also made an apple pie for dessert that we all thoroughly enjoyed. After dinner, we took our coffee back into the living room and talked for a while longer. "So, how serious are you two?" my Dad asked, rather bluntly I thought. "Let's just say we're dating, Dad. It's been pretty hectic at work lately and I've been putting in some very long hours." I explained what had been going on in my work life and Dad was sympathetic. "Well," he laughed, "That's what they pay you for, isn't it?" "Yes sir," I said, "That's the way you taught me. "But what I meant," I said, "Was that we've only had a little bit of time to be together. We're getting to know each other at this point. My Dad's eyebrows went up at that, but he just grinned at me and kept quiet. My Mom asked Art about his family, as I knew she would, and he told them that his mother had been widowed, where she lived, and mentioned that his sister worked in our town and was unmarried. "Oh, wait a minute," Mom said, "I think I know your sister. She's a buyer, isn't she?" "That's right, Mrs., er...Mary." It turned out that my Mom knew her a little bit, not that they were close friends or anything. As we left, my Dad pulled me aside briefly into the den. "You guys are being safe, aren't you?" he asked quietly. I smiled. "Yes Dad, we're being safe," I answered, "We know what we're doing and we're surely not kids any more." He smiled and nodded. I could tell he approved. Driving home, Art suddenly got very sleepy, no doubt the let down from his earlier nervousness. We went back to my place and quickly got undressed and went to bed. "You know," he said very quietly, "That was a nicer welcome than I ever got from my in-laws when I was married. Your parents are so nice!" "And so are you," I said, "I told you there was nothing to worry about." We cuddled together and I reached around and found his penis with my hand. "You feeling sleepy?" I asked, cuddling against his back. He giggled and turned to face me. "Nope," he whispered, "Not when I'm here like this with you." We made love and it was the most caring and tender lovemaking I've ever known. Once we satisfied each other, we kissed again, tasting each other and ourselves. Soon we were spooned again and I held him from behind. "You're wonderful," I whispered, kissing and licking his ear. "No, you are," he answered, pushing his butt back against my crotch. We were quiet for several minutes, just touching each other. "I never knew it could be like this," he said quietly. "What do you mean, Babe?" I asked. I felt rather than heard him chuckle. "I always figured man-to-man sex would be tough and physical, you know," he said, "I never knew it could be so tender and loving." "There are some guys who like that tough stuff," I said, "But that's not my style. Is that okay with you?" "That's perfect for me," he said, and I felt his body relax even more. "Just perfect." In less than a minute he was asleep in my arms. The next morning, after coffee, juice and a light breakfast, I was walking back toward the bedroom when I saw an envelope on the hall table. It was addressed to my parents. "What's this?" I asked Art. "Just a thank you note for dinner. What's the problem?" "None." I kissed him and knew another reason why I loved him. Part 14 The week after we had dinner with my parents, my manager told me he wanted me to go to a weeklong conference in Chicago. It was a major compensation conference, and I was really excited about getting to go to it. What I wasn't excited about, at all, was being away from Art. We were growing closer and I knew I was going to miss him. He tried to hide his feelings though and encouraged me to go and enjoy it. "It's all part of building your career, Babe," he said the night I told him about the conference. "You'll learn a lot and probably have a good time in the big city." I grimaced. "Oh, I want to go," I answered, "But I'm not happy about being away from you. You don't know how happy I am being with you." He put his arms around me and kissed me in a way that told me he felt the same way. Later in bed, he showed me again as we made love, culminating in sharing a fine protein shake. As the week ended before I was to leave on Sunday for the conference, I was more and more excited and yet upset about going away. We showered together after we got home from work, which was great fun and quite arousing. As we dried each other off, I couldn't help but think how much Art appealed to me physically. Not only was he handsome, he had a great build and clearly kept himself in great physical condition. He was also just right in almost every other way. He wasn't really hairy which suited me just fine. He did have hair on his chest and down the treasure trail, but it was a light dusting of hair that made him sexy without being 'bear-like.' In fact, he just totally turned me on. We were going over to Dennis and George's house for dinner that evening. "I'm gonna take a quick nap," Art said suddenly. "You interested?" "In sleeping, no," I said. "I'm not a good nap person. "But come on, sexy," I said, "We'll find something to do." I led him into the bedroom. Something to do involved sucking each other but I decided to add something new to the mix. We were 69-ing and I pulled him over on top of me, and then moved up on the bed a bit. I moved his cock and balls to the side and gently ran my tongue along the skin behind his balls. He gasped, so I did it again, several times. Moving a little bit further still, I found I could reach his hole. It was actually very sexy looking, surrounded by short, fine hairs. I started tonguing it gently. He first jerked his body away from my tongue, but I grabbed his ass and pulled him back to me. He moaned and moaned so I picked up the speed a little bit and went at his hole more aggressively. "Oh God, man," he cried out, meanwhile pushing his ass back against my tongue. Obviously, I'd found a new pleasant game to play, and I played it to the hilt. I moved out from under him but left him lying on his front. "Just relax and enjoy this," I said, renewing my gentle oral attack on his hole. He moaned and wriggled from side to side for several minutes. I knew it was exciting him by the way he was squirming around. "Stop, man," he said after a few minutes, his voice hoarse. "You don't like that?" I asked. "Hell yes, I like that, but it's just too good! You're driving me crazy." "That's the idea, stud," I answered and went back to playing with his hole with my tongue. After a few more minutes, he pulled away again. "Let me try doing that to you before I lose it completely." He lifted himself and pushed me over on my stomach and dove between my legs, his tongue quickly finding his target as he laved my whole butt and focused in on my own rosebud. I was almost instantly in heaven, or at least that's what it felt like. "Oh yeah," I whispered loudly. "God that's so hot!" For a novice, he was incredibly good at rimming and also seemed to get very excited doing it. Pretty soon, I too was getting very close to coming. Needless to say we both enjoyed the new activity but then we moved back to 69-ing and finger-prostate massage. We varied the speeds to keep from coming right away, and it was a wonderful cock sucking session for both of us. "I can't help it, Babe," Art cried out suddenly. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna shoot." I followed in less than half a minute and we both swallowed as we climbed down from bliss together. "Man," Art said after we'd both been satisfied, "You just keep getting better and better! That was wonderful." I chuckled. "You're a fast learner, Art," I said with a laugh, "And that's just one more reason I love you." He snuggled against me and we kissed passionately. I felt his body relax and he soon dosed off. I laid still, watching him as he slept peacefully and thinking how happy I was with the way things were developing with my guy. Dinner with Dennis and George was fun. George innocently asked how things were going between the two of us. "Great," Art said, blushing a deep red. "Darren's the greatest guy I've ever met. This afternoon he..." "That's too much information, Babe," I said, chuckling at his embarrassment. We all laughed. "We're doing fine, George," I said finally. "Just getting to know each other a little bit more each day. You remember how that works, don't you?" Then it was George's turn to turn slightly pink. When we were home in bed, I explained my philosophy that the details of the bedroom were best kept private. Thankfully, Art agreed with me completely. "I didn't mean to embarrass you," he said. "I just found what we did wildly exciting and I guess I wanted to share that excitement." "Let's let them guess how far along we are," I said with a grin. We snuggled close together and both soon fell asleep.