Date: Thu, 18 Oct 2012 15:36:02 -0400
From: preecherdave@gmail.com
Subject: Discoveries 2

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Prologue

"Yes and no. I have a lot of garbage to work through. He is gone, believe
me. I am a bit like you with your students right now. I am staying clear,
in my case, until I work through this. I am confused about a lot of things
but I am working on it. It may sound stupid but I am getting to know
myself."

"Sounds very intelligent. I think I get the message and understand your
situation."

"Stephen, I really enjoyed tonight ...."

"But?"

Michael chuckled, "But I think that I am going to thank you for the scotch
and I should be going. It is getting late."

"Michael, I have enjoyed this evening much more than I expected. If at any
time you want to talk or just be with a sympathetic soul, get in touch" He
handed him his card. Michael didn't look at it but he did put it in a safe
spot in his wallet. "When you sort things out and if you want a chat, some
scotch, call. I never thought that I would enjoy this evening so much."

"Neither did I. I need time." As he left, he couldn't resist. He gave
Stephen a hug and light kiss on his lips.

Outside going to his car, Michael wanted to scream, to kick himself. Did he
do the right thing? Stephen was fascinating and more. Did he just blow him
off? Possibly but he was correct; it was not fair to anyone while he was
distracted and didn't recognize the man he was himself.

Stephen sat down with another scotch and reflected on his reaction to this
man. He had been attracted to him more than any person he had met since he
and Bradley had parted. Stephen understood Michael's situation more than
Stephen would ever realize. It had taken him time to sort himself out after
the fiasco with Bradley; he had hurt several guys emotionally. Michael
probably never even realized how incredibly kind and sensitive he was
being. Stephen would have gone to bed with him in a minute, definitely the
wrong time.  He downed his scotch and went to bed with his friend, his
hand. So did Michael.

Present Michael woke up on Sunday feeling bereft with the memory of his
departure from Stephen's condo. He went for a bike ride with some friends
and then to lunch. He had a good time but .... He decided yet again to fall
back on a solo trip to the club tonight. If he were going to be a slut,
then it would not be with his friends looking on. Word would get around but
until then ....

It didn't take long that night. He met a really attractive guy, Robert,
early on and they danced and drank. They left for the guy's place. Michael
had come totally prepared. Robert suggested bareback but Michael, with his
growing sense of his own needs and confidence, let the him know that he
would leave. He backed down with good grace, 'Can't blame a guy for
trying'. Michael undressed him and almost gasped when he saw the size of
Robert's erection. He never really bothered about size but this 8 or 9
inches was interesting and a challenge. His brain also registered the
thickness. All he could think was that it must be possible.

While he was sucking Robert's balls (average in size), he caused him to
gasp when he rubbed and stroked his prostate. He jokingly told the guy that
he wanted at least four lubricated fingers in him and a half bottle of
lube. Robert knew the drill and had taken minutes to stretch him and
lubricate him.  Michael put the condom on him, his first time with an extra
large condom as they had used Robert's supply, and he jokingly told Robert
that he would need a new bottle of lube as he used the other half of the
bottle on the condom. He chuckled. Robert took a lot of time going in and
was gentle in his technique. It was quite a ride. Michael left in the early
hours of the morning stretched, sated and very relaxed when he woke on
Monday and went to work.

He threw himself into his work. It was not only a way of forgetting but on
reflection, after his discussion with Stephen, he realized that it was
interesting work and he had kept up with the economic world through his
discussions with his fellow workers.

Tim and he had a meeting at the pub the next day. The last days had cleared
his head. He still felt a bit low but he was now seeing Tim and their
relationship in a more realistic way. He looked back and saw that there had
been little actual emotional closeness, especially by Tim. It really had
been a friendship with sex. It seemed so clear to him now with the insights
that he had had since that awful Friday night. He knew that he wanted more
than that but what?

He actually had no nervousness as he waited for Tim at the Pub. This was a
business meeting to settle the contents of the condo. He watched Tim walk
in and look around to find him. There was no swagger tonight. How do you
greet a guy you had been in bed with 2 weeks ago and countless times over
the last half year?

"Tim!"

"Hi Michael." He paused and saw his glass of scotch, neat, no ice as
Stephen had shown me. "What are you drinking?"

"Scotch."

"Didn't know you liked that."

"Had an interesting introduction to it the other night." He was being a
bastard but he just couldn't help himself, just this one last time. At
least he was somewhat subtle; he hoped. He promised himself no more. "Have
you eaten yet? Why don't we order? We could get some food and a drink."
That was what they did.

Conversation was a little strained but they managed between mouthfuls of
drink and food. The meal was over. "Tim, I have made a little list of
things. It is not definitive so speak up if I have forgotten or I am off
base." He took a copy of what he had done. Basically all the furniture was
Michael's. There were CDs and DVDs, some electronics like the big screen TV
which they had bought together.

"Michael, I have being thinking a lot over the last week and a bit, do we
really want to do this? I really do feel like a shit for what I have done."

He almost felt sorry for him and he had prepared in his mind for this
reaction. He decided that he had had his chance to say the nasty things
last week. He had decided to be decent in any response to a suggestion like
the one he was making. He had even come up with an analogy. So he looked at
Tim almost in sorrow, "Tim, sometimes you break something. You pick it up
and glue it back together and say to yourself, good as new. But then there
are times when you break something and it shatters. No glue will help. That
happened to me that Friday a week back."

He could see that what he said had sunk in. He even suspected that there
were tears very close for Tim. He said as kindly as he could, "Tim, sit
down with the list. Send me an email with any additions or changes. Then if
we are agreed, come over on Saturday or Sunday morning and we shall finish
this." They looked at each other. This was the official good bye. With a
few mixed feelings, Michael held out his hand and Tim reached and shook
it. Michael even managed a sincere, 'good luck'. They left the pub, each on
their own separate path. It turned out that the list had been more than
fair and there was no haggling. They settled up a few days later at lunch
in a restaurant.

After the meeting with Tim, the silence in the condo seemed oppressive. He
just looked around, muttered 'fuck it', changed his clothes and went to
another club. He was getting fairly good at picking out guys or maybe they
were good at identifying guys like him. Tonight he realized he wanted what
he couldn't have right at this point in time. He wished he could go back a
couple of weeks and be with Tim, not knowing what he knew now of
course. There was a closeness and sharing and without knowing what he now
knew, it seemed real and comfortable then. Is that what life was really
like, an illusion? That was a very depressing thought. He threw back a
couple of drinks and found some dance partners and lost himself in motion
and idle talk. Tonight he picked out a really athletic type but he was
different. He had red hair and he could see the red chest hair with the two
buttons the guy had undone. It was sexy to him tonight for some reason. He
also came across as very masculine.

Tom wasn't subtle. During the slow dance, his hand went lower and lower
over Michael's ass. He pulled Michael into him so that they could both feel
their increasing hardness. Michael decided to stop the game. He put one
hand between them and rubbed Tom's erection. Michael looked at him, "You
have a place?" Tom said yes. Michael wanted to choose his time of leaving.

Michael decided to take a chance that this guy would accept someone who was
also masculine and assertive. They entered his place and inside the door he
moved against him forcing him against a wall and rubbed his entire body
against his. Tom responded with deep kisses and had Michael's clothes off
him very quickly. Naked, erect and dripping, he grabbed Tom's package
through his pants and squeezed. Just as quickly he had him naked. Really
nice body and the red hair was a turn on. He fucked Tom vigourously and
they both climaxed with a lot of noise. As they lay together on the couch,
Michael asked him if he could go again in a few minutes.

"You want to go again?"

"Big guy, I want that beautiful cock in me."

Michael went to get rid of the condom and clean up. When he came back, Tom
was growing again. Seven minutes later, Michael was sitting on Tom's cock
and they were rutting like two animals. He had judged this man
well. Michael left at about 1 am and was late for work the next day for the
first time in his career.

This became Michael's life for the next weeks. Work, time with friends,
movies, reading, work outs, a club and a pick up. The nights he went to the
club with friends he eased up a bit on the pick ups. It all filled in the
time but something was missing for him.

After several weeks into this routine, he received an invitation from Paul
for Sunday dinner at his home. His words were that he was having family,
plus others, for Sunday dinner and he would like him to come. That was
simple, why not?

He bought a really good bottle of wine and showed up. He really didn't know
what to expect. The group was large. Paul, John, Paul's son, Robbie,
daughter in law, Maria, grandson Jason and girlfriend, Pat, James, Matt and
Kevin and his partner Dave. How does a gay man have children and
grandchildren? How does Kevin fit in? How does James fit in?  So he watched
them. There was boisterous talk, jokes, put downs, doubles entendres and
serious topics of conversation. It was a mad house. He relaxed and started
to join in. Paul and John had cooked the supper from start to finish. Maria
had brought some hors d'oeuvres and there were numerous bottles of liquor
and wine. He was almost overcome by the camaraderie and the fun.

At one point he looked around the living room. His eyes focused on three
photos on the mantel. At one end, a picture of a man and woman obviously
husband wife; at he other end, there was a loving candid shot of the same
man and a younger Paul, obviously in love. In the middle was a shot of the
man, Paul, Robbie and a young lady about Robbie's age, together with
younger versions of Kevin, Dave, James and Matt; it was like a family
portrait.

Paul saw him looking. He took Michael over to the first picture. "It is
complicated. Brian and Margie, husband and wife, parents of Robbie and
Jennifer. They were married for over 20 years when she died. He took him to
the other end. My husband Brian and I, married 20 years. He died earlier
this year. He moved in front of the middle picture, my family; James is my
nephew and Kevin has been taken into the family. You know their partners."
Michael could almost see the tears forming in Paul's eyes. But he quickly
caught himself, turned and looked at the crowd, "My crazy, complicated
family."

During the evening, Michael talked to everyone. He got in a few good digs,
especially with Kevin, James and partners. He had a long talk with Jason
who was just finishing high school and heading for University. He wanted to
know all about Economics, Computer Science and Forensic Accounting. He
asked good questions and was enthusiastic about the academics, sports and
social life. Michael really liked him. Jason was intelligent and seemed to
have his head screwed on right. Robbie and Maria were so genuine, funny and
interesting.

They were called to supper. Everyone was seated around a huge table. Paul
stood up and looked at everyone squarely. "It is wonderful to have everyone
here. I really want to welcome Michael who we were so lucky to meet. His
patience and brains got us out of a big hole a couple of weeks ago. Just to
let you know if you are queasy after the meal, that was caused by what John
prepared. Bless you all."

Of course, the place erupted with what dish did John prepare. I don't want
it. Nevertheless they all tucked into a great meal. After the meal, they
gave Michael a very good bottle of scotch as he had been talking with them
about his discovery of scotch. He left both high but feeling flat. The
evening was almost like his discovery of Tim's extracurricular activities;
it focused his thoughts and made him see things differently. He knew that
Paul's family didn't just pop up. It grew. He realized that his life style
right now would never produce the results that he wanted. Shit. What to do?

He went to work on Monday with thoughts flooding through his
brain. Luckily, he had a fascinating case and it focused him on that part
of his reality. When he was home that night, he had supper and realized
just how horny he felt. OK that had to be part of the equation. He went
back to the club where he had first met Jack, his first sex partner after
Tim's departure. Sure enough Jack was there dancing with friends. He
spotted Michael and came over. They talked, danced and eventually the
question came up. Michael agreed to go back to Jack's place.

They both had good memories of their night together.  He jokingly had told
Jack that he had told him that he was the top their first time. Now Jack
had the choice. It was strange but as Jack entered him he felt as if he
were apart, outside his body from what was going on. Eventually he let
himself become totally immersed in the feelings and sensations. His climax
came almost as a surprise. He left thanking Jack again for a great
evening. He felt that this encounter might be the end of his slut stage. He
was having glimmerings of what he wanted.

They were in the coffee room talking on Tuesday. The conversation turned to
the ongoing financial crisis. Out of interest, Michael had downloaded
several articles and studies that he saw as references and had been reading
up on the topic. They had an animated discussion over their coffee and tea.

"You seem interested in this topic.  Michael, you should go to the lecture
at the University this Friday night. Can't remember time, location or
speaker but the topic sounded interesting. I am pretty sure that it is
being given by the Economics Department."

"Thanks Greg. If I have nothing else on, I might be interested. I'II go on
the web site and find out the info." Yeah, joke, as if he had anything else
to do. Later that day he had a little down time and he searched the
University site. Sure enough, a free lecture on the micro and macro aspects
of the international financial crisis. It was to be a perspective for the
general public. He smiled when he saw the lecturer's name, Stephen
Bourgeois. He had the time.

He had a good week slowly reading the articles he had found and a few more
references that the articles had led him to. He knew that his chances of
meeting Stephen were close to zero but somehow this might make up his mind
about contacting him. He realized after his shower and a shave on Friday at
supper time that he spent more time than usual selecting clothes from his
new wardrobe. He chided himself not to get his hopes up at all. The
lecturer would be surrounded by well wishers and whisked away. He would
enjoy the lecture and leave.

He found the lecture hall and arrived about 15 minutes before the start. He
chose a seat on a side aisle about midway down, thinking that lecturers
often speak to the middle aisle and if there was a small crowd they would
fill in around the middle and side of the hall. By 5 minutes before the
start, he was surrounded by people. He recognized many of the guys in the
first rows from the club weeks ago.

The door opened on the side and Stephen and 2 other men walked in talking
and laughing with each other. Stephen looked as good as he remembered,
especially in the casual pants and jacket. One of the men, who turned out
to be the Chair of the Department, stepped forward to introduce the
featured speaker. Michael relaxed in his seat, watching Stephen. His eyes
were sparkling as he acknowledged his students and then started to casually
scan his audience as the Chair continued. Stephen's gaze turned to the side
aisles. Michael wanted to duck but he knew that movement would draw an
eye. Stephen's gaze reached his aisle and stopped. Their eyes met. Michael
saw just a flicker of a small smile and the faintest nod of recognition. Oh
shit, spotted. Michael didn't hear one word of the introduction.

Stephen took the podium. His presentation was excellent, erudite, funny,
filled with down to earth analogies and a very clear theme with
accompanying data from a power point presentation. The lecture was well
received. There were some questions and then an invitation to some
refreshments. Stephen was surrounded by people, all vying for his
attention. Michael realized that he had been correct; the speaker would be
swept away. He stood up preparing to leave but he had to wait until some
people moved out of his way. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Stephen
hold his hand up to the group around him, excuse himself and start to walk
up the aisle towards where Michael was standing.

"Not so fast Michael Burtchell. I expect you to come to the refreshments
and then a group of us are going to the pub for a drink. You will come?" It
was a question but he said it almost as a command but with a smile.

"Are you sure? I don't want to intrude with your students and colleagues."

"I see them all the time. Would it help if I told you that I was hoping
that you would contact me? Christ, it has taken long enough." He looked at
Michael with determination. "You are not getting away that easily, this
time."

"OK, I'll come." His welcome was more than he expected.

The refreshments lasted 30 minutes and then the group made its way down to
the pub. Once there, he was introduced by Stephen as a friend. They
discussed the presentation and the crisis. Michael stayed quiet as he
didn't know anyone and this was not his group.

Suddenly, he heard his name. The speaker was William, the young man from
the club. "I am sorry, it's Michael?" He nodded yes. "What did you think of
the lecture?"

There was tone and an edge to the voice. Why did he get the feeling that
this was not a friendly question? He wanted to give himself a chance to
feel his way. "It's William?" Tit for tat. "Do you mean the presentation
style or the content?"

There was a little, self satisfied, "Both."

"The presentation itself was spot on. Clear themes, excellent analogies and
Stephen was able to take his comments down to the level that made it
understandable to the general public which was the purpose of the
lecture. Excellent presentation." That was easy and had put him in gear.

The little bugger was not going to let up. "And the Professor's content?"
He made it sound as if calling him Stephen and not the Professor was
somehow wrong. He sensed that Stephen was going to intervene or say
something.

So he immediately started to talk. He had read a lot in the week and
realized that he could bullshit as well as anyone. He was going to pull out
his best vocabulary. "All of you will be more conversant with the most
recent literature but as a layman, I found that his central theme was
extremely convincing and congruent with his examples." He went on to
explain what he meant by that. He mentioned that there are some other lines
of thought and he outlined the ideas in one of the articles that he had
read earlier in the week. It took a slightly different tact than Stephen
had taken. He noticed that Stephen's hand was covering his mouth. Was he
hiding a smile or a grimace? "I'm sorry. I am monopolizing the
conversation. What was your reaction William?"

William was stunned and could only mouth some platitudes about the crisis
and the talk. The Chair intervened and made some observations about
Michael's comments and the table was off discussing the economics of the
crisis. In his own mind, Michael was just able to hold his own. They were
on their second or third round of drinks and Michael could sense that the
night might begin to wind down. In a lull in the debate, Stephen turned to
him and quietly asked what his plans were.

"I think that things are winding down here. Stephen, I have some scotch at
my place. Would you like to come over and try some?"

"You have scotch?"

"The nectar of the gods, I have discovered. Neat, no ice."

Michael saw a small smile appearing on Stephen's face. "What will it cost
me?"

"It will be strictly a free will offering."

"I like your memory and your style Mr. Burtchell."

"Here is my card with my address. Just for form sake, I am going to leave
and you can join me when and if you can."

"There will be no if. As soon as I can." Then out loud, "Michael, I am so
sorry you have to leave. Glad you could make it."

"Gentlemen, I have an early day tomorrow. I have enjoyed this evening ." He
received very warm goodbyes except for one person. William gave him a stare
that was not pleasant. Did he see Michael as competition? Yet again he
thought that Stephen would have to watch that one.

Stephen arrived 20 minutes after he arrived home. Michael over the last
month had been on the internet and at the LCBO* and bought several scotches
from the various regions. He had tried all of them and acquainted himself
with their characteristics. He and Stephen tried several. Stephen was
impressed by the knowledge he had assimilated. They chatted about the
wonderful scotches, the lecture and the evening.

At one point, Stephen gave Michael a quizzical look. "Michael, you were
remarkable tonight. You said that you were an accountant."

"We didn't get to details last time. I am a forensic accountant
now. However, my major at university ...."

"Was Economics!"

"And Computer Science." There was a look of confusion on Stephen's face. "I
loved the Economics but I didn't want to teach it or to work in it. I
decided on something that I did like and have a knack for which was
marketable. As it turns out I have combined the computer knowledge and the
accounting into a really interesting and profitable job."

"You impressed the Chair." He paused. "Michael how has the month gone?"

"Good actually. I am on my own."

"How did that go?"

"I got rid of most of my nastiness in the first few days after I found out
about Tim and then I felt a bit sorry for him and I was mostly civilized."

"Why doesn't that surprise me? I bet you shook hands and wished him luck or
some such words."

Michael just shrugged his shoulders indicating that Stephen was
correct. "How has your month gone?"

"OK but it improved a great deal tonight."

Michael smiled. "More scotch?"

"I have to drive. I really shouldn't."

Michael had learned some things in the last month, amongst them, more
confidence and being direct. "You don't actually have to drive tonight if
this evening doesn't end the way it did a month ago." He paused looking him
directly in the eye, "But you can sip and depart and it will still be a
wonderful evening." A real choice given and he meant it but there was an
answer that he hoped for.

"I see yet another side to Michael tonight. I'll have an Islay scotch."

"It is Laphroaig, bold and satisfying. Good choice in several ways." He
poured each a small amount and sat beside Stephen on the couch. They
sampled it with accompanying sighs of pleasure.

"Stephen, I thought about this moment several times in the last weeks but I
still did some pretty low things."

"Michael, I had a partner, Bradley. He left me a few years ago. I don't
even want to remember all the things that I did. I call it my slut phase."

"I guess I joined a club."

They both took anther sip of scotch, savouring it. Michael decided on a
bolder approach. "Stephen let's take another sip and share it." Stephen had
the most wonderful look as he took a sip as Michael did. Their mouths met
and they shared the salty, peaty, honeyed liquid with just that distinctive
touch of iodine of some Islay scotches. When the liquid was gone, they
touched each others tongues, just the tips. For Michael that was very
erotic and romantic. Michael stared into those beautiful brown eyes that
sparkled now with desire, for him.

 Stephen was the first to react. "Never done that before." The voice was
soft and surprised. Michael could swim in those eyes.

"Combines two of life's finer things." He took another sip and they shared
again. It was electrifying.

"Can I close up for the night?"

"Michael, you really are a delight. You do have wonderful way with
words. Yes, bar the doors."

"Just for information, I was tested right after I found out about Tim and
last week again. All clear but I still want to play it safe for your sake."

"I too am tested regularly and I have gone through a bit of a dry spell
after my last test 3 weeks ago. We can work our way around your caution."

After he locked up and turned off lights. Michael came back and they kissed
again. Both started to caress the others body, neck and hair. Michael
became hard in seconds. His body was saying that he had been waiting for
this. He broke the kiss. He stood up and pulled Stephen up into him. They
embraced feeling each other's heat and hardness. Michael held Stephen at
arms length and scanned his entire body, stopping to look at the bulge and
outline of a nice erection. The thought flashed through his mind that he
must be wearing loose boxers. He would deal with that shortly. He took off
Stephen's shirt. Beautiful. Nice pecs with light covering of short hair,
the same shade as his head. He had to run his hands through it. Stephen
shuddered. The tempo picked up as Stephen almost tore his shirt off. They
kissed again and when they separated, Michael directed them to his bedroom.

It became fast and sensuous. Before he knew it he was lying on his bed
naked with a naked Stephen on top of him, kissing. He loved the weight, the
heat and the sensuousness of having his mouth invaded. Stephen was moving,
rubbing their erections against their bodies. Wonderful torture. He
manoeuvred Stephen off him, onto his back. Michael sat up and knelt beside
him and kissed and licked from his nipples, down to his navel, stopping
there for a moment. Then he ended up licking his thighs and finally his
balls. Stephen was beside himself with lust and forced Michael to lie
beside him and Michael felt him repeat his actions until he felt the tip of
Stephen's tongue on the tip of his cock. Michael stopped and just indulged
himself in the wonderful sensations. He then turned and started on
Stephen's cock in a 69. He realized later that both of them must have just
become totally involved with the sensations that they were giving and
receiving that he almost woke from a trance hearing Stephen saying,
"Michael, I can't hold back; I'm going to finish." Michael realized he was
just as close. They finished each other with their hands, leaving a lot of
semen all over themselves.

Very little was said. Michael turned around, searching Stephen's now soft
eyes and he kissed him. He got up to get a cloth and they cleaned each
other up. They let each other know how intimate they felt. Michael spooned
behind Stephen and they fell asleep.

Michael woke up the next morning with Stephen still asleep. It was early,
only 6:30 so he carefully got up and used the bathroom. He managed to start
the coffee brewing when he heard sound behind him. There, looking at him
from the kitchen entrance, was a sleep creased face with tousled hair
standing naked. My god he looked great.

"My first thought was that you had wakened and left again. Then I realized
I was at your place." He looked down at himself. "Didn't know where a robe
was so I figured after what we did last night, I didn't have to stand on
formality. Any chance you could come back to bed. I, for one, have some
unfinished business." Stephen looked innocently at him but Michael could
see that Stephen was beginning to fill out. He turned off the coffee
maker. They finished their business, very lustily but not in a business
like manner. They fell asleep again. When they woke up, he could feel
Stephen's fingers touching him, arousing him. Michael jumped out of bed. He
was already half erect.

"Stephen, don't look at me like that. Coffee and breakfast in that
order. Up."

"Oh, I like an assertive man."

"Stephen, uuuup and I mean out of bed, up!" They both laughed as Michael
threw him a robe.

"Good coffee. Did I hear a grinder?"

"It's fair trade sumatra, dark roast, ground this morning before we ...."
He shrugged and they both smiled.

They chatted like old, intimate friends. There was no stiffness or
discomfort. Michael could not remember a breakfast quite like it. He could
still feel Stephen's mouth on him and he could smell his scent on him.

"Did you plan on meeting me last night?"

"I had myself convinced that you would be surrounded by colleagues and
people from the audience and you were. I was just waiting for people ahead
to leave so that I could as well. I had decided that I would contact you
this week."

"How has the getting to know yourself going?"

"I have realized one thing that you never really get to know yourself. You
just pick up bits and pieces but sometimes you do sort out what you might
want to be aiming for."

"Interesting." They both paused looking at each other.

"I did see that my life style for the last month was not going to lead me
to what I wanted. I found out that I need closeness and that sex is not
even close to being enough."

"Michael, believe me that is a good start." Stephen looked at the
clock. "Wow look at the time. I don't want to out stay my welcome." He
started to get up.

"It is Saturday and we could discuss your departure time, today and
tomorrow and make a decision then when you are going to leave. We could go
downtown and just walk around, buy some food and make a meal tonight."

Michael had become quite sensitive to people's faces and reactions over the
last weeks. He saw the pause and just a bit of a look on Stephen's
face. Shit, he was going too fast with that suggestion. Don't blow it. "On
second thought, you have things planned and probably have lectures and term
work back home. Give me a call when you are free. This has been a wonderful
time." He said it lightly but his tone and look said that he really meant
it.

"Michael, the last time we left each other, it took a hell of a long time
to see each other again. I shall phone, soon." He raised his eyebrows in a
question. They smiled and nodded their agreement. They would go slowly but
they would act.


*LCBO is the Liquor Control Board of Ontario which is the retailer of wines
and spirit in the province.

Author's Note

There are two more chapters written. Hope that you have enjoyed the story
to this point.


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If you liked this story, you might want to read the others that I have
published on Nifty. In particular, Unexpected Change has had the most
positive comments; one of my favourites is Getting My Act Together. What a
Difference a Year Makes has a lot of positive comments as well.

Unexpected Change, Nifty, College, April 16, 2011
Friendship, Nifty, Adult Friends, May 20, 2011
Surprising Last Year at University, Nifty, College, June 9, 2011
Murder Changed My Life, Nifty, Beginnings, July 8, 2011
What is Love?, Nifty, Beginnings, August 31, 2011
Getting My Act Together, Nifty, Adult-Friends, November 10, 2011
Surprised, Nifty, Adult-Friends, January 14, 2012
Surprised Eric and Dave, Beginnings, February 10, 2012
Surprised Graham and Robert, Nifty, Adult-Friends, March 22, 2012
What a Difference a Year Makes, Nifty, Adult-Friends, September 13, 2012
Discoveries, Nifty, Beginnings, October 19, 2012