Date: Wed, 07 Jun 2006 21:32:58 -0400 From: cgard 43 Subject: The Art of Love 14 Comments welcome to Cgard43@hotmail.com Part 25 Darren: Art left very early the next morning because he'd forgotten to bring work clothes with him the day before. I don't envy him having to get up at five-thirty each morning, so I dove back onto the bed after I kissed him good-bye at the door. I didn't go back to sleep. The bed clothes smelled just like Art and I found it a tremendous turn-on. I just lay there and luxuriated in the sensation. Between his scent on the pillow and the taste of him in my mouth from the night before, there was no way I could have gone back to sleep. I called Art about ten minutes later. He was just getting dressed for work. "Lover boy," I said when he answered, "Be sure to use some mouthwash this morning." "Ewww," he said with a laugh. "Don't worry. I already did. See you later for lunch?" I agreed to meet him just before noon. Art was already at a table when I arrived a few minutes late. "Sorry, I got stuck in a meeting," I said as I set my tray down on the cafeteria table. "You and your meetings," he said with a chuckle. "Yeah," I said, "That's what my work life is mostly all about. How are you today?" "Fine," he said. "Before I forget, I want to talk to you about something." I waited for him to go on. "You know that building I live in is condos, don't you?" I hadn't known that. "Do you mean you own your place or rent it?" "I own it," he said, "Based on what they're going for, I've got about $40 K in equity on the place. Not bad, huh?" "Not bad at all," I said, "That's great for you." "Well, I was thinking it might be great for both of us," he said. I'm sure I looked puzzled, but he went on. "If we decide to live together, we could buy something like Joe and Fred were talking about the other night. You know, go 50/50 on a place together. "And," he went on, "With that kind of a down payment, we could probably get a nice place without too big a mortgage on it. What do you think?" "I think your logic is impeccable, Art," I said. "But, are we really sure we want to do that?" I wasn't prepared for the almost stricken look he got on his face. "Oh, I thought you were interested in doing that? Sorry for being so pushy." His body language startled me. "Don't do that," I said quickly, "Don't pull away. That's not what I meant at all. I was just talking about going slow, that's all. I thought we agreed on that." "We did," he said, the pained look clearing from his face, "I was just thinking ahead. It seemed logical to me and I thought I'd mention it. I wasn't pressuring you." "Let's stop this," I said. "Let's promise we'll not take offense when one of us brings up something about living together. Let's just put all the ideas out on the table, and when we finally reach a decision we'll have lots of options to consider. I'm certainly not saying no." Art smiled and nodded. The problem was averted. "Changing the subject," Art said, "Tell me more about this cabin your parents have. I hadn't made any vacation plans for those weeks and this sounds kind of fun." "Oh, it's a great, fun place. There is a lot to do if you want to keep busy and it's a wonderful place just to relax and chill out. Why don't we plan on going up there?" "Sounds great to me," he said. We ate in silence for several minutes. We were then joined by a couple of guys from the Metallurgy department, one of whom was the boss, a great guy named Roy. That ended our housing conversation very quickly, and we talked about work and lots of other things. "Are you still interested in that new job, Art?" Roy asked. "I got the okay to go ahead with filling it next quarter." "I sure am," Art said. "How do I apply?" "Well, you start by talking to this guy," Roy said, pointing at me with his knife. "He's the first step in the chain." He turned to me. "Set up a schedule for sometime later this month," Roy said and I nodded. "We need to see if there are any other candidates too." He turned to Art. "Don't worry about that, but that's part of the procedure," he said. Art and he both looked at me and I nodded vigorously to confirm that it was. "I'll take care of it," I said. Then the conversation switched to the weekend games on TV and Roy's continuing struggle to break par on the golf course. It was harmless, and I spent most of the time just watching how easily Art interacted with the other two. He is a charming man - easy going and honest - ready to make a joke and laugh along with the guy talk. I smiled to myself, thinking he's also a hell of a stud in the bedroom. Back at work I couldn't stop thinking about our conversation on living together. Why was I being so resistant? What could be keeping me from just making the commitment to Art? It was really puzzling to me. Toward the end of Art's shift, I called him, but he was in the middle of a problem in the foundry so I never got to talk to him. Half an hour later he showed up at my office door, obviously just about to leave. "Sorry I couldn't take your call before," he said quietly, "We had a tough run today and I got all tied up sorting it out." "No problem," I said, "I just wanted to see if you wanted to do something tonight." "Of course I do," he answered with a grin. "Let's just do an at home dinner. I'll cook." "You're on," I said. "I'll be there about six o'clock." "Sounds great," he said, then closed the office door and blew me a kiss. How sweet is that? I went home, showered and changed my clothes into something casual. On a hunch, I packed up a swimming suit and pool jacket. Before I left I checked my email. There was a note from Dave in Chicago. Got a call from Neil's roommate explaining about the bipolar business. Sorry to hear the guy's got that problem, but frankly he still acted like a nasty jerk. Hope it works out for him. Best to you and your guy! Truth be told, I did think it was too bad about his medical condition, but under the circumstances I just shook my head. I got to Art's house and found him busy getting things ready for a spaghetti dinner. I made a salad to have with it and then the two of us sat down with a cocktail. "Babe, I'm so sorry about today at lunch. I didn't mean to turn you off. I think your idea is terrific. I wonder, though, if you're really willing to give this place up. I mean you've got it all fixed up and all." "Darren, man, I hope you don't mind that I'm thinking ahead. I love you and I want you. This place is nice, but it's for the old Art, the single Art, the stuck-in-a-rut Art. I want you in my life from now on, and that means I want us to have a home together." "Are you sure about that?" I asked. "Yes, sweetheart, I'm sure that I love you with all my heart." For the first time since he'd told me he loved me, I got tears in my eyes. He pulled me close and held my head on his chest as I started to cry softly. He kissed me on the cheek and just held me. "Don't cry, Baby," he whispered. Once I got control again, I kissed him. "I'm crying because I'm so happy. I've wanted someone like you in my life for so long, and now that I've found you it just seems unbelievable." Part 26 Art: Dinner was good and we shared a bottle of excellent Chianti with it. When we finished and had cleaned up the kitchen together, Darren took me in his arms. "I love you," he whispered as he kissed me, "And it's not just because you're a wonderful cook. It's everything about you." We settled down on the couch together and sat very close together. "Oh," I remembered, and told him I'd talked to my Mother that afternoon and confirmed that we'd we going to the cabin the week before and through the Labor Day weekend. That's going to be fun, we decided. Later in bed, I was holding him spoon fashion and my cock was growing harder and harder against his butt. "Hey," Darren asked, "You want to show me if you learned your lessons from the other day?" I asked what he meant. "You know, about how you prepare your partner for anal sex? You asked me to teach you what to do and I want to see if you learned it right." "You horny devil," I said with a laugh. "I think I'm in the right place anyway," as I poked my cock against his ass. "Well, you're in the right place to finish, but not to start." I turned him toward me and we kissed. That man kisses better than anyone I've ever known and soon both us were fully excited. I took it slowly and carefully, but it was certainly clear that I'd learned the basics. I rolled him over on his belly and got between his legs. I loved rimming his sexy butt and it just about drove me over the edge just doing that to him. I loosened him up carefully, using my fingers and plenty of lube. I slid on the condom and lubed my pole. When we were both ready, he rolled over on his back and let me raise his legs and enter him. The feeling to me as my cock slipped into his hole was unbelievable. He was tight but loosened enough from my prep that his face showed no sign of pain or discomfort. His ass took my full length without me seeing any grimace on his face, and he smiled at me when the whole thing was in him. "Oh yes," Darren murmured, "I've got all of you now." I winked at him. I stroked slowly and gently, but the friction and great sensations made it very hard not to pump hard and fast. I didn't want to do that though. I just wanted to make love to him and make it last until he was read to come at the same time I did. I'd read somewhere that slow, deep fucking was better when having sex with a man because of the prostate. It took me a few strokes to locate it, but once I did I made sure I stroked that way almost every time. Soon, Darren was moaning and making the cutest little sounds as I filled him with my tool. "Oh God, honey" he whimpered, "That feels soooo good. So hot!" To me, it was the best sex I'd ever had, male or female. I've never felt so totally connected to another person as I did at that moment. Being in him, being with him in that intimate encounter, was the most satisfying feeling I'd ever had. It was also the hottest I'd ever been. "Oh baby, that's almost too good," I murmured. "I don't think I've ever felt anything so good." "Fuck me, babe," he answered. "Make love to me just like that." I tried to slow things down a bit until we both calmed down, but after doing that a time or two, there was no way I could postpone my eruption any longer. "Oh God," I cried, "I can't help it, baby. I'm gonna come." His ass muscles had continued working against my cock the whole time and now they had me almost shaking in excitement. Remembering how Darren had stroked me off that time when he was in me, I reached for his cock and it was bone hard. "Don't," Darren whispered, "Baby, I'm going to come when you do, so just hold it." So I continued stroking my meat into him and held his hard cock. Sure enough, just as I started ejaculating into the condom deep inside him, I felt his stiff cock start to spasm and watched as he shot his load all over my hand and his chest and abdomen. It was an awesome picture. As he watched me, I raised my hand to my mouth and licked his juices from my fingers. He grinned while I was doing that. I lowered his legs and lay down on his chest, our kissing continuing the passion as our mutual orgasms subsided. It was probably a full five minutes before either of us spoke. Instead we just cuddled and held each other and enjoyed the after glow. Darren finally spoke. "That was the best sex I've ever had," he whispered to me. "Thank you, lover." "Me too, baby, you're wonderful," I answered. I got up and cleaned things up and then stretched out next to Darren in bed. He was lying on his back looking up at the ceiling. "What are you thinking about, baby?" I asked. "You...me...us," he answered. "I was thinking about how wonderful this time with you has been. Learning about you and loving you as you learn about me." "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure," Darren said. He propped himself up on his elbows. "Maybe this is going to sound silly but I really do want to know. Do you enjoy it when we have sex like that? Or do you just do it to please me? "Oh, you silly boy," Darren said. He pulled me into his arms and my head rested on his chest. "Let's start at the beginning. First of all, there would be nothing wrong if I only did that to please you. That's a good reason to do something. "But the real truth is that I do it because I enjoy it too. I like feeling you inside me and you give me pleasure at the same time you're hopefully enjoying the feeling too. For God's sake, Art, I came when you did. Doesn't that tell you I was enjoying it? "And," he said without letting me interrupt. "Most important of all, I think, is that when we have sex that way, I'm telling you that I love and trust you being in charge, and that I want to share that physical intimacy with you. So, how's that for a long answer," he concluded. I couldn't help myself. I reached up and kissed him. "Now," Darren asked, "What prompted that question? Did you hate it when you bottomed for me the other night? Tell me the truth." I sat up in bed so I could talk to him more easily. "No, I didn't hate it. In fact, I enjoyed it very much. But from some of the stuff I read on the Internet, some guys evidently think that being the bottom is a bad thing; you know, not being masculine and all that. "That's baloney," Darren said bluntly. "That whole idea is crazy. In my opinion, guys who insist they can only top are the ones missing out. Granted, I suppose there are some guys who simply don't like the physical feeling, but any other excuse is just plain nonsense. You're a man and you're always going to be a man and I'm a man with you, always." "I only asked because I don't want you to ever feel that you have to do something you don't like just to please me." Darren laughed. "Honey, I doubt I ever would do that, and I don't really believe you'd ask me to do something I didn't enjoy." "Good," I said. "I've really been worried about this. I'm so glad we've talked about it." "Art, baby," he said with a smile. "Don't ever hesitate to talk to me about anything. You, no, both of us, need to be able to communicate about sex and everything else." "You're so wise," I said. "I guess that's another reason I love you." "Don't say that," Darren chided me. "You make me sound like an old man." We both laughed at that. We had a nice cuddle session after that, and then settled into comfortable sleep for the night.