Date: Thu, 5 Aug 2004 18:09:45 -0400
From: JayLoveNJ@comcast.net
Subject: Four Becomes Two: Chap. 1

This is the ultimate story of two men, Dave and Greg. Two men who discover
a passion for each other, despite their current heterosexual relationships.
If you find a story involving same sex partners not to your liking, or if
you are not of legal age in the area in which you reside, please leave now.
If this is what you're looking for in entertainment, please enjoy.
Remember, the characters and situations are alive only in my imagination,
and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is totally coincidental.

There are instances of heterosexual love. Hey, it may not be for you, but
it's out there.  Since this story focuses on two heterosexual men who
"find" each other, it takes a while to set up. So don't write the website
or me with your disapproval of straight sex. It's how you got here. Live
with it!

This is my first attempt at writing a continuing epic. Keyword: EPIC. Don't
expect a Wham! Bam! Thank You Sam! Story. And as always, this author craves
feedback.  Criticism only makes me a better writer. Please respond to
Jaylovenj@comcast.net. I look forward to hearing from you.


Four Becomes Two: Chapter 1 By Jay Love


	My name is David Welsh, and I am 32-years of age. I am 6'2" tall,
and keep my weight at 195 pounds with diet and vigorous exercise.

	I have been dating Shelia Daniels for the past two years, and for
the last eight months, have been trying to convince her that she should
marry me.

	No, I haven't actually come right out and asked her, but I have
been dropping subtle hints to see where she is thinking. Needless to say,
she, at 28, doesn't feel she is ready to settle down. Strange, I think,
because most women try desperately to get "their man" down the aisle.

	But, I am a patient fellow, and I am determined to wear her
down. After all, I'm not getting any younger, and if I am going to have
children, I want to be young enough to enjoy them.

	I have been told that I am handsome, even though I don't think I
would win any awards. I have curly, black hair, chiseled features of the
face. My body is covered in wiry black hair that I have been known to shave
on occasion. Shelia hates all the hair. Says I look like a bear standing on
its haunches. But she loves the tube that I have hanging between those
hairy thighs. Eight inches when soft, it grows to a massive twelve-inch
stalk of fiery hot steel that reaches her innermost spots of pleasure. It
makes me proud.

	I have never had trouble getting girls. Even when I was in high
school. Girls seem to flock to me even when I was going through my "shy
period", you know that time when you are afraid to wear your heart on your
sleeve for fear of it being ripped to shreds.

	I remember my first sexual encounter. It only lasted ten minutes,
but those ten minutes made a lasting impression.

	I was at a dance with Virginia Waters. We were both sixteen at the
time, and Ronnie, my best friend, had snuck in some Vodka that he had
stolen from his father's liquor cabinet.

	Well, Virginia seemed to like the taste (I thought Vodka didn't
have one) as much as we did, and soon she was feeling pretty good.

	We danced a slow dance, she leaning into me, grinding her hips
against mine. Her hair had the sweet smell of lilacs, and was as soft as
silk.

	I could feel her nipples through the fabric of her bra as she
pressed against my silk shirt.

	To my horror, these sensations went straight to my crotch, and I
started to get hard. Virginia felt it too. She looked into my eyes, and
whispered, "let's go to the car" in my ears.

	I found Robbie, retrieved the car keys (he drove), and slipped out
of the party to the school parking lot where he had parked.

	Virginia was like an animal as she tore at my pants, desperately
trying to free the beast within. I never knew she was like this. Sure, I
had heard a couple of stories, but her demeanor, as well as the fact that
her father was a preacher (my parents felt she was a safe bet), made me
believe that they were just rumors.

	I felt between her legs, feeling the dampness that was seeping
through her panties.

	Before I knew what was happening, she had ripped them off and I was
firmly planted in her suctioning hole.

	She rode me like a bucking bronco, screaming, panting, and cussing
like a preacher's daughter should not.

	After about five minutes of this bucking, she looked into my
eyes. I could feel the familiar signal to my own orgasm approaching. She
began to shake, and the shaking sent me over the edge. I came hard. We were
both screaming, as she too had a powerful orgasm.

	But she wasn't through. Her contractions upon my dick kept my
member harder than hard, and she kept on riding me. Soon, we experienced
another mind-blowing orgasm. This time, not even the strongest starch could
keep me stiff.

	We collapsed into a sweaty heap in the back of the car. The sweet
smell of recent sex filled our nostrils. I rolled down the window to air
out the enclosed space as soon as we recovered. Just in time too, because
about five minutes later Ronnie came out with his date as the dance was
over.

	Of course, I shared this experience with Ronnie the next day. And
apparently Virginia shared it too. I started being hit on by most of the
girls in our class. One even came right out and told me that she was only
interested in a fuck. I knew then that I had the "power".

	I make my way into the restaurant where I am to meet Shelia and her
best friend, Annette, for dinner. Annette has a new boyfriend, and she
wanted Shelia and I to meet him. She and Shelia are partners in law,
opening a small, but growing practice.

	I find the ladies seated at a table, chatting away. Annette makes
me nervous. She always looks at me as if she's starving and I am a full
course meal. I have mention this to Shelia, but she says that it's all in
my mind. That's why I'm glad that she has found herself a man.

	"Ladies," I say, as I kiss Shelia on the cheek, "how lovely you
look."

	"If that's the line he uses to pick up women, you don't have a
thing to worry about, Shelia," Annette speaks.

	"She doesn't have anything to worry about, anyway, I am a one woman
man," I reply, hoping that Annette gets the meaning.

	The waiter brings the drink I ordered, and we chat for a few
minutes.

	"So, Annette, where is this fellow that you want us to meet?" I
ask.

	"He should be here any minute," she address me.

	"Hello, everyone, sorry I'm late." I looked over my shoulder to see
a very handsome man, around 30 years of age. He had light blonde hair, and
the bluest eyes I had ever seen. His muscular frame was poured into an
Armani that looked as if it was made just for him.

	"I'm Greg," he said by way of introduction.

	"Hi, honey," Annette chimes. "Gregory Jefferson, I'd like you to
meet Shelia Daniels and David Welsh," she says, introducing us.

	"I've heard wonderful things about you Greg," Shelia pipes in.

	"Good to meet you Greg," I add, shaking his hand. It's soft,
indicating that he is not a laborer. "And call me Dave."

	"Nice to finally meet the both of you. Annette only has good things
to say about the both of you."