Date: Wed, 11 Jan 2012 17:10:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Bono Torros <bonotorros@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sleepy Days, Come No More_Chapter 1

Sleepy Days, Come No More
Chapter 1

Often when I sleep, I feel encompassed in a cocoon of warmth, not warmth as
in heat, but more as in comfort. The type of comfort one would experience
when returning home from a long and dreary day, or when thinking of
childhood Christmases, with the smell of pine and fresh pies. I suppose
that is why I spent so much of my life asleep.

When I was about five years old I began to have bad dreams, the prelude to
these dreams would always be the feeling of falling, as if the floor had
collapsed from beneath me. It would be followed by that familiar sinking
feeling of fear, and I would tense my body as if bracing for a hard
landing. Over time I was able to wake myself during the descent and avoided
the actual nightmare. Therefore, I rarely experienced bad dreams past my
childhood years.

Now, I dreamed of the way that I wanted my life to be, I dreamed of past
mistakes erased. When I slept I dreamed of firm hands and soft lips, strong
arms and warm breath. I dreamed of being loved and of making love.

On this particular morning I had dreamed of a tall muscular man, with
smooth sun kissed skin, and short brown hair. He stood before me and
allowed me to examine his physique with my eyes, and then he invited me to
continue my exploration with my hands, and finally my mouth.

I sucked on each of his ears, and then licked his neck. I took each of his
nipples into my mouth one at a time, nibbling on them with my teeth. Then I
ran my tongue against the trail of reddish-brown, wiry hair down his hard
abdomen and into the thick brown bush that surrounded his expanding cock.
The hair of his crotch tickled my face as I slide my tongue up one side of
his penis and down the other. I then took the whole of his member into my
mouth and he moaned as he gently clutched my head.

I worked my head up and down the shaft and he began to thrust upward into
my mouth. Then I felt his hands encircle my arms, pulling me up towards his
face. He brought my head down upon his and began to kiss me. His tongue
entered my mouth searching every part.

Suddenly, I was spun onto my back and found myself gazing into his deep
brown eyes. He began to lick my neck. Then he took my right ear into his
mouth as he thrust his cock into my crotch. I moaned deeply. He lifted my
legs, spread my cheeks, and inserted his hot, wet tongue into my hole. I
gasped and rode the wave of sensations that surged through my body. He rose
up on his knees, smiled at me, and guided the head of his penis to my hole.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in preparation for his entry.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I was snatched from my lover's affections and returned to the confines of
my empty bed. My warm cocoon had been broken by the bitter reality of
another day. I opened my eyes and looked up at the blank ceiling and
cringed. I sat up on my bed and yawned loudly. Slowly I lifted myself from
my haven and proceeded in my daily routine.

After I toileted and showered, I got dressed and looked out on the morning
sky. It was dark still and the moon was faintly present in the black-blue
sky. I took a deep breath, put on my coat and headed out to the bus stop.
Once I made it to the stop, I stood there in the brisk winter air, and
watched the approaching traffic.

As the cars whizzed by, causing the pavement under my feet to shake, I
looked into their brightly lit eyes and felt the breeze they created brush
across my face, I desperately wanted to be swept away in that breeze. I had
this intrinsic desire to dive onto the black asphalt. I stood there for
what seemed like an eternity, eyes closed contemplating rather I would
allow myself to be swept away by the breeze, and then I felt a heavy hand
on my shoulder.

I opened my eyes and turned to find a tall slender woman before me. She had
long black hair and beautiful bronze skin. Her wide smile revealed
perfectly white teeth that were parted in the center. Each cheek was graced
with the cutest dimple. Her eyes were almond shaped and a pale brown
hue. There was empathy in her eyes, an invitation to divulge all problems,
and the sense that there was no threat of judgment or betrayal. It was one
of my neighbors, Marie.

Marie and I were not friends per say but we were as close as two people
could be without carrying that title.ÿI had gone out with her on occasion
along with mutual acquaintances and had attended a few of her house
parties.

"Hey, Marie. How are you?" I asked.

"I am fine. Actually, I am glad I ran into you. Remember my friend Lena?"

I thought for a moment and replied, "Yeah. The social worker."

"Right. Well, she has this work function and she really needs a date.ÿ I
know you two seemed to hit it off at the Christmas party last weekend, so I
thought that you could possibly be her escort."

"I don't know, I mean, I barely know Lena." I paused and continued,
"Well,ÿI guess it will be okay. Lena seems like a nice enough girl and I
enjoyed her company at the party. So, yeah I'll go, but purely plutonic,
right? You're not trying to play match maker."

"No." she looked at me with a smirk and said. "But I can't predict what
fate may have in store."

"Oh, now this is an act of fate?" I laughed.

"Look, I'm just helping out a friend. Lena could use an escort, but a nice
guy. You are very nice and I would be glad if you and Lena explored the
possibilities, but if not you two should have some laughs and eat well."

"Yeah, it should be good. Tell Lena to give me a call tonight, so we can
discuss the details." I said.

"Alright, have a good day." She smiled and waved goodbye as she made her
way back to the building.

On the bus ride I found myself ogling one of the passengers. He was about
6'2, with a long blonde ponytail and a scruffy beard. He had ivory skin and
emerald eyes. He rode the bus routinely. He appeared to be either a
construction worker or maintenance man. He wore steel toed boots and
coveralls. All I could think of was getting him out of his clothes.

He must have noticed me staring because he smiled and said good morning, I
grinned sheepishly and returned the salutation, and then I let my eyes fall
to the floor. Soon I had reached my destination and left the bus.

My work day went by rather quickly. Before I knew it I was standing in the
cold air waiting for the bus. The bus was quite full, initially I could not
find a place to sit, and then I heard a voice invite me to sit. I looked
over and it was the blonde construction worker. I smiled and sat next to
him. The space was extremely limited, so our legs were touching.

"Thanks, it's really crowded tonight." I said with a smile.

"Yeah, I think there is some type of event at the community center." He
smiled and said, "My name is Blake."

I grinned broadly and replied, "Steven. My name is Steven."

"Well, it is nice to finally have a name to go with the face." I looked at
him quizzically. He continued, "I mean, I see you on the bus all the time,
but we never conversed." He smiled.

"Yeah, I know." I paused, "Are you in construction?"

"Um, yes I am, for now."

"For now?" I asked.

"It is just a job. I have a master's degree in secondary education, but the
school district I was working for had major layoffs, and I was one of the
first to go. So, I am working construction to pay the bills and I
substitute from time to time."

"Oh, a teacher." I looked in his emerald eyes and smiled. "That is an
admiral profession. Have you always wanted to teach?"

"Well, not exactly. I did not make up my mind until my third year of
college. Before that I had been taking a lot of philosophy and history
courses. I planned to get a dual degree in history and political science,
and then go on to law school." He looked at me and laughed. "Then, I got
involved in this adult literacy program, and I loved it." He smiled broadly
exposing a beautiful set of teeth, and said, "I would be so excited to
attend a session. Then I started tutoring school kids too, and there was no
turning back, I am a teacher."

He was so captivating. I could have sat and listened to him forever. He
told me that his father was a founding partner in a law firm in Chicago,
and that his mother was a lobbyist. He talked about how hard it was to tell
his father that he had decided to pursue a career in education, instead of
law. Throughout the conversation I found myself gazing into his eyes, they
were so deep; I was completely lost in them.

Then he said, "So, Steven, you work at the hospital on Franklin Street,
right?"

"Yeah, I'm a nurse. I work on the psychiatric unit." I smiled. "How did you
know that I worked at the Hospital?" I asked curiously.

"Well, we ride the bus together almost every day, and I see you get off at
the hospital in the morning and get on the bus near the hospital in the
evening, so I deduced that you were either very ill or you worked at the
hospital, and you look too fine to be ill."

 My face began to tingle with embarrassment. He must have noticed my
reaction, because he said, "I mean you look healthy."

I smiled and said, "Well, so do you." I paused and grinned. "You look very
healthy."

"Steven, I have told you quite a bit about myself, how about you tell me
more about you? How about coffee or dinner?" He asked with a smile.

I looked at him with a grin and said, "Um, sure, why not."

"How about Roberto's? Have you been there before?" He asked.

"Yeah, that sounds good."

"Okay, let's get off at the next stop, it isn't far."He suggested. I nodded
and he signaled for the next stop.

As we exited the bus I felt his hand on my shoulder. I nearly fainted, my
entire body tensed and electricity surged through me. I told him about my
job, as we found our way to the restaurant. I told him that I basically
passed medication, managed the patient aides, and completed paper
work. Once we were seated, my phone rang.

"Excuse, me." I said, "Hello." It was Lena calling to confirm our date. She
told me the time and place. We agreed that I would meet her at her place,
and then attend the function. It was a black tie affair so I would need to
rent a tuxedo. I told her it was a date, and that I was looking forward to
it. "Okay, I'll see you Friday, Lena." I put my phone away and looked at
Blake who was patiently waiting for my attention.

"Sorry, about that." I said.

"Was that your girlfriend?" He smiled.

"No." I paused, "Um, a friend of a friend, she needed a date for some New
Year's Eve party. Actually it is the day before New Year's Eve."  I
laughed. "So, I agreed."

"Oh, so you are the community stud, assisting lonely women in distress." He
smiled.

I laughed, "Stud? Well that is a first." I smiled, "No, she is a nice girl,
in a bit of a bind, and I didn't have anything to do."

"Don't play coy; I know a stud when I see one." He laughed.

I blushed and said, "I am not being coy, and am far from a stud."

"We will agree to disagree." He said incredulously.

Our food came and we talked over our meal. I told him that I loved
tennis. That I was not in a relationship, and that I did not like my
job. He confessed to having a love of basketball and swimming, and that he
had been on the basketball and swimming teams in high school and
college. After we ate our meal, he ordered coffee and I ordered tea.

"So, you are a tea man?" He asked.

"Not particularly, I just don't drink coffee, so I opted for tea, instead
of hot chocolate." I giggled, "It seemed more sophisticated."

"What, someone who is not addicted to coffee? You are a modern wonder." He
laughed.

We talked more and then asked for the check. I wanted to split it but he
insisted on picking up the tab. We argued over the payment arrangement
briefly, before agreeing that I would pay next time. I couldn't believe
that we were talking about meeting up again. Then we made our way outside.

"Well, this was an unexpected pleasure." I said with a smile. "So, I guess
I will be on my way."

"Where do you live?" He asked.

"I live on 14th street, near Birch." I said.

He smiled and said, "I live on 14th and Chestnut, only a couple blocks
north of you. So, why don't we walk together?"

"Sure, since we are going the same way." I said.

We continued to talk about our interests and how our respective days had
gone. We talked about music and films. Places we would like to visit and
things we would like to do. Before long we were standing outside my
building.

I smiled sheepishly and said, "I don't mean to be blunt, but what is this?"

He looked at me and said, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I am a little. well a lot inexperienced. So, is this a friendly
outing between acquaintances, or a date? What is it?" I asked.

"It is whatever you want it to be." He smiled mischievously.

I blushed again and said, "Perhaps you should have been a lawyer, because
you completely avoided the question."

He smiled and said, "I like you. I have liked you for a while, actually."

I was beaming, "What? You like me? Why?"

"I like how you check me out when you think I'm not looking. I like that
you always offer your seat to someone when the bus is crowded. I love your
smile, the few times I have been lucky enough to see it. I like how you
mouth things to yourself." He paused, and looked seriously into my eyes and
said, "I can't explain it, but I am happy when you get on the bus, you made
me happy, before we ever even spoke."

I gasped, and my mouth fell open. I could not believe what I was
hearing. How could he like me? How could I make him happy, just by riding
the bus? There was a moment of silence, as I tried to process what I had
heard. During this silence his eyes never left mine. I took a deep breath
and said, "That is quite possibly the kindest thing anyone has ever told
me, but.I just don't know."

He reached out and placed a hand on each of my shoulders, "What don't you
know? Tell me so I can make it clear." He said sincerely.

I shook my head, "It is true, I have long admired you on the bus. I have
even fantasized about you." He blushed, and I paused, "But fantasy is very
far from reality, I am not ready to go out on a date with anyone, let alone
you." He looked slightly wounded by my words. "I mean you, you are too
close to perfect. I have raised you up on a pedestal, so to even entertain
the idea of going out on a date with you is a little too tempting, and it
may affect my ability to consider things objectively."

He withdrew his hands from my shoulders, and ran his right hand across my
cheek, and said, "You make it sound like some type of business deal." He
smiled, "I like you. I don't know what is going to happen, if anything at
all, but I would like to explore the possibility." I began to speak, but he
placed a finger over my lips and said, "Let me finish. You are not the only
person who has entertained a few fantasies. You have starred in more than a
few of my dreams." My face was burning now. He continued, "I want this to
be the first of many dates, but if I have to settle for the first of many
friendly outings, then I'll take what I can get, as long as I can continue
to see you."

He removed his finger from my lips and I began to laugh, "What made you
think I was gay anyway?"

He chuckled, "Well, aside from watching you checking me out.I just hoped
that you were." He smiled devilishly, "What are you trapped in the closet."

I blushed, "Well, I am not in the closet, but I am not exactly out of the
closet either." He looked at me quizzically. "I mean, I don't deny that I
am a homosexual, but I don't go around and announce either." I paused, "I
live a completely asexual life style, so there was never a need to clarify
anything."

He smiled and said, "Asexual, a sexy stud like you. You must have to beat
them off with a bat."

I blushed, "Not exactly, I mean.I guess I am cute enough, in that cubby
faced, boy next door kind of way, but I would not say that I am a stud."

"I would, and you are." I dropped my head and looked at my feet, and then I
felt a warm firm hand lift my head. He looked in my eyes and said, "You are
too modest, and so hot."

I placed my hand over the one he rested my face and said, "You are more
charming and sexy that I ever imagined. I am terribly flattered that you
would find me attractive, let alone want to date me, but this a bit much
for me...I am not sure how I feel, aside from extremely flattered." I
pulled his hand from my face and took it into mine, and said "It is getting
late and I have a busy day tomorrow, so." I nodded.

"So, it is time for me to be on my way?" He smiled and I nodded
meekly. "Well, at least let me walk you to the door." He paused, "I promise
I have the most honorable of intentions."

I smiled and said, "Okay."

As we ascended the stairs to my apartment I saw Blake checking me out, and
I blushed. Once we reached my door, I turned around to face him and said,
"Thank you for dinner. I really enjoyed talking to you and um.I look
forward to seeing you again, off the bus."

He smiled and said, "Why don't you give me your number so I can hold you to
that promise?"

I chuckled and replied, "I never made any promises sir, I only expressed a
casual hope to spend time with a very nice guy."

"Well, maybe I can get you to make a lot of promises in the future, if you
give me the chance." He placed his hand on my shoulder, I shuddered. I told
him my number and he programmed it into his phone.

"Thanks again for everything, I hope you enjoyed yourself." I smiled.

He looked at me and said, "May I have a hug?" He extended his arms, and I
stepped forward into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around the small of
back and rested his head against my neck. I felt his warm breath brushing
past my skin, and became aroused. He lifted his head from my neck and
looked me in my eyes and smiled.

I blushed, "I am so sorry.um. I am so embarrassed." I tried to escape his
grip but he resisted my attempts.

"Now I'm flattered." He said. I smiled and leaned forward burying my head
in his broad chest, and began to laugh. He rested his head atop mine. I
took a deep breath, inhaling his scent. It was spicy and earthy, like
wood. I lifted my head prompting him to raise his. He loosened his grip,
allowing me to withdraw from him slightly, though his hands were still
about my back.

I looked up into his eyes and said, "Okay, we are both flattered, but it is
nearly 9:30 pm, and I need to get ready for bed. So, goodnight, Mr. Blake."

"Mr. Mitchell." He said with a smile. "Henry Blake Mitchell, IV, to be
exact."

"Okay, Mr. Mitchell. Mr. Henry Blake Mitchell, IV, I have thoroughly
enjoyed your company, but as I said it is getting late, and if you don't
leave soon I don't know what might happen."

"Alright, I will let you go for now. I guess I will just have to dream
about you tonight." He smiled at me, and then pulled me into a close
embrace. I moaned into his chest. He released me from his grip, smiled at
me, turned around and descended the stairs.

That night as I lay in bed, all I could think about was Blake. I could not
believe that he was actually interested in me. I kept replaying the events
over and over again in my mind, until I had finally drifted off to sleep.

In my dreams I thought of Blake. I imagined how he looked without
clothes. I imagined how he would taste. How he would feel inside of me. I
thought of how it would feel to wake up with him next to me. I was abruptly
awakened from my dreams of Blake by my alarm. As I sat up in bed, I
realized that I was completely erect, so I opted for a cold shower.

While, waiting for the bus, I blushed thinking about Blake. When the bus
arrived I entered and looked for Blake but he was nowhere to be found. At
first I thought that he had taken a different route to avoid me, but then I
convinced myself not to become too concerned with the matter; after all we
were not together, we only had that one date, and I had not even called it
a date.

My work day went by rather quickly, there had been a couple of restraints,
so I had to fill out some extra paper work, but overall it had been a calm
day. Once I was on the bus I found an empty seat at the rear and sat
down. I put on my headphones and drifted off to sleep. I was shaken out of
my slumber. I opened my eyes to find Blake. He was wearing a shirt and
tie. He looked so handsome. I smiled, and removed my headphones.

"Excuse me sir, do you mind if I sit here?" He said pointing to the seat
next to me.

I smiled, "If you insist Mr. Mitchell."

He chuckled and sat next to me. "So, how was your day, Nurse Steven?"

"It was productive, Mr. Mitchell." I smiled, and said, "Do you always dress
up for construction work?"

He chuckled, "No, I subbed today."

"Oh, how was it?"

"It was awesome. I lectured on Marxist ideology in the 21st century."

"Wow. That sounds exciting.in a socioeconomic way."

"So, what did we do last night?" He asked.

"What are you suffering from short term memory loss?"

He smiled, "No, I mean what did we do in your dreams?" I blushed, and he
said, "That good, huh?"

I laughed, "What makes you think that I dreamed of you at all?"

"Because, you like me, and soon enough I will turn those dreams into
reality." He smirked.

"You are very confident, Mr. Mitchell."

"Well, it is important to go after what you want, or you may never get it."
He placed his hand on my knee and I blushed. "I hope you will follow my
lead." He said flirtatiously.

"You are too much, Mr. Mitchell." I smiled.

"You keep calling me Mr. Mitchell, but you have yet to tell your full
name. You should tell me over dinner. I could make a couple of steaks or
something."

"Well, I am on my way downtown to be fitted for a tux, and I don't think it
is appropriate for us to be having meals in each other's homes, not yet."

"Are you afraid that something may happen?" He grinned.

"I just feel it is too soon for in home visits."

"Okay. Well, let me escort you to your fitting and then I will take you out
to dinner."

"Are you sure, I mean it may be boring at the fitting."

"I want to be with you today, even if we just ride the bus all night." He
looked at me with a smile, and I blushed once again.

"I would like that very much."

We had to take the train downtown, and while we were at the fitting Blake
made several comments about how I looked in the tux, and offered to help
the tailor with the fitting. I was slightly embarrassed by Blake's
comments, not because the tailor found out I was gay, but because I was not
accustomed to someone talking about me in that manner.

After the fitting we went to a caf . I told Blake my full name, Steven
Matthew Greene. I told him that I had told my parents that I was gay but
they dismissed it as confusion, and that my younger brother knew that I was
gay, also. I told him that my parents were married; and that my father had
three older daughters from two previous relationships.

I told him that I became a nurse for job security, and financial stability,
until I could find out what I really wanted to do. I confessed that I had
always wanted to work with people, and that I had thought of being a
teacher or a lawyer, when I was younger.

After, we finished our meal, I paid the check, despite Blake's protest and
we headed outside. Once we were outside, Blake suggested that we go to a
club down the street. I was reluctant, but Blake assured me that it had a
mellow atmosphere, and that they usually have some type of poetry reading
or local jazz artist, so I agreed.

We talked as we made our way to the club, and then Blake surprised me, he
took my hand in his. I looked over at him and smiled. My first reaction was
to pull away, but I didn't. In truth I was flattered. He was holding my
hand. No one had held my hand since I was a child. I don't recall if anyone
noticed us, or was offended by this display, because the fact is I was too
immersed in my own feelings.

Once we made it to the club, Blake was approached by a man named Rico. He
was about 5'10, had dark brown skin, and short, curly, black hair. He had a
slender build, but was well defined, his abs were outlined through his
tight fitting shirt. He spoke with a Spanish accent.

He smiled and said, "Hey Blake. How you been man."

"I have been well. Still working construction, and subbing from time to
time." He looked from Rico to me, and said, "This is my friend Steven." He
smirked.

"Hello, Steven." He said extending his hand.

I moved forward and shook his hand and replied, "I am pleased to meet you,
Rico."

Blake moved behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders. I tensed a bit,
and then relaxed. Blake asked, "What brings you out this way?"

"I am playing guitar in a new band; we have a gig here tonight." Rico said.

"You aren't with the Upstarts anymore?" Blake asked.

"Nah, we had some creative differences, so I joined another band." Rico
paused, and looked at me, "So, you and Steven are just friends?"

"Well, honestly, I don't know if Steven would even call us friends yet, but
I am working on being more than just friends, but it is going to take some
time." Blake said, squeezing my shoulders. I blushed.

"Everything that is worth anything takes time." Rico said with a laugh.

"That is what I told him." I said. "After, all we only formally met
yesterday."

"But I have been admiring Steven for months, and I have seen him admiring
me too." Blake said with a chuckle.

"Are you the guy from the bus?" Rico said with excitement.

"Blake mentioned me before?" I asked curiously.

"Yeah, he mentioned a guy that he liked from the bus, but had not had the
opportunity to get to yet." Rico paused and looked at me. "Blake is not
usually shy, so I figured he must really like you because he has taken so
long to ask you out."

I looked back at Blake and he was blushing. He looked so cute, with his
cheeks turning red. I had never taken him for the shy type, even before we
officially met; he exuded confidence, so I was surprised to learn that he
was nervous about asking me out. That was unbelievable.

Rico shook my hand and patted Blake on the shoulder as he made his way to
the back of the club.

I broke away from Blake's grip and said, "So, Blake is a little shy." I
smiled, "I think that is extremely cute."

He smiled broadly, "Well, there is a first time for everything, and these
were extraordinary circumstances, it isn't everyday that one meets Steven
Matthew Greene."

Now, I was blushing. He reached out and ran two fingers across my face. I
sighed.

"The next set is about to start, so we should probably get a seat, or I can
get a seat and you can sit on my lap." He smirked.

"I think this establishment has enough chairs to prevent the need for
doubling up." I chuckled.

Blake spun me around, wrapped his arms around my chest and guided me to a
table. When we got to the table he leaned down and whispered into my ear,
"Are you sure you don't want to sit on my lap, I think it will benefit us
both."

I replied, "Maybe one day, but not today."

"But you are open to the idea; it is just a matter of scheduling." He
smiled.

He was so sexy, and I wanted to sit on his lap but this was just going so
fast. Too fast.

We listened to Rico's set, his band was really good. Then a few people
stood and recited poems and one person did a free style rap. It was really
cool. After the free style rap, Blake said that we should probably head
out. I looked at my watch and it was nearly 11 pm. It was way past my
curfew, so I agreed.

We congratulated Rico on a great set and headed to the train station. Once
again Blake had taken my hand in his. It felt so good to hold his hand. On
the train we sat next to each other and talked about the performances. At
some point during the conversation he had draped his arm over my shoulders.

We missed the last bus, so we had to walk home; it was about a 20 minute
walk. He told me more about his lecture on Marxism and I told him about the
restraints at the hospital. Before long we had reached my apartment
building. We ascended the stairs and as I unlocked my door, I felt Blake's
hands on my waist. I turned to face him, breaking his grip.

"Mr. Mitchell, this is my final stop." I smiled, "It was another
pleasurable evening, but as I said it is well past my curfew."

"So, we are back to Mr. Mitchell?" He laughed. "I enjoyed my time with you
too Mr. Greene, I wish it didn't have to end just yet." He smirked.

"Unfortunately, it does." I said in a low voice.

Blake reached out his arms and drew me into an embrace. He whispered in to
my ear, "May I have a kiss, please." I nodded yes. He took my head in his
hands, and I closed my eyes, and anticipated a passionate kiss, but he
simply kissed me on the forehead. I could have melted. It was the sweetest
kiss.

He looked me in my eyes and said, "I had a great time Steven. I really like
you." He caressed my face with his right hand, "Goodnight Steve."

He turned and descended the steps. As I watched him leave I had to stop
myself from calling him back. In bed all I thought of was how much I wanted
Blake to be lying next to me. When I finally drifted off, I dreamed about
Blake. I dreamed of his hands caressing my body. I dreamed about pleasing
him.

The next morning, I sat next to Blake on the bus. We talked about our time
the night before, and how we had slept. He told me that he had dreamed
about us together. He wanted to elaborate, but I told him that would not
necessary. We planned to go to a movie that evening. He said that he would
pick me up at my place at 7 pm.

After work I went to the clothing shop to pick up my tuxedo. Then I went
home. I checked my emails and took a shower. I sat down to watch
television, when there was a knock on the door. I thought it might be
Blake, but it was only 6:05 pm. I opened the door to find Marie.

"Hello, Marie. Come in." I said.

She entered and said, "So, I spoke to Lena, she is excited about the gala."

"Yeah, I spoke to her a couple of days ago. I'm a little excited too; I am
not often invited to formal affairs." I said.

"Have you gotten your tux yet?" Marie asked.

"Yeah, I picked it up earlier."

"Well, the reason I stopped by was to invite you to my New Year Eve's
party."

"Where is the party going to be?" I asked.

"It's going to be at O'Neil's Bar & Grille."

"What time?" I asked.

"It will start at 8 pm, but it will be going on all night." She replied.

We talked about what was going on in our respective lives, mostly about our
jobs. She talked about her boyfriend and hinted that Lena and I would make
a nice couple. I didn't mention Blake. I convinced myself that it was too
soon to mention him, but it was partly because I didn't want to come out to
Marie. I was not ready for what she might say. I knew that rather she was
or wasn't supportive it would not change the fact that I was a homosexual,
but I still didn't want to contend with the matter yet.

As Marie was leaving, Blake was arriving. I introduced Blake as my friend
and introduced Marie the same way. I invited Blake inside, while I put on
my shoes. I suggested that we take a taxi to the theatre to avoid waiting
on the bus, but Blake said that he was going to drive.

"You have a car." I asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, why do you ride the bus?" I asked curiously.

"It seemed the right thing to do; it is economical and beneficial to the
environment." He smiled.

"Yes those are two very good reasons, and we do live right on a bus line,
so convenient too."

"Yes, those are very good reasons, but none of them are true." He said.

"So, what is the reason?"

"My car broke down several months ago, and I started riding the bus while
it was being repaired." He smiled, "The car was in the shop for over two
weeks, and when it was ready, I had become accustomed to riding the bus to
work. It was fast. I didn't have to deal with other drivers, it was
completely stress free." He paused. "And most importantly someone caught my
eye, so I kept coming back."

I blushed, "You ride the bus to see me?" I asked.

"Yes, Steven, you are the reason." He beamed.

I began to laugh, hysterically. He looked at me quizzically. I managed to
bring my laughter to a halt, and said, "I am sorry. I know that my outburst
must be offensive, but I am just.I just find it hard to believe that you
have been riding the bus all of these months, just to see me." I
paused. "That sounds ridiculous."

Blake looked me in my eyes, and he appeared hurt, "I don't know what is
ridiculous about pursuing something that you want, and I want you." He
placed his hand on my shoulder and said, "I hope that one day it won't seem
ridiculous that someone would take an interest in you."

"Wow, Mr. Mitchell, you sure know how to call a person out. I mean you are
right, I should be flattered that you have taken an interest in me,
especially since I am so interested in you." I took a deep breath. "I guess
I am just inexperienced when it comes to these matters. I hope that you
won't judge me too harshly, and I hope you can forgive me for laughing at
your very romantic gesture."

"I forgive you. Now we really should be on our way." He said.

We saw a foreign film. Blake bought a large bucket of popcorn which we
shared, he suggested that we get one big beverage and share that too, but I
opted for individual cups. He put his arm around my shoulder during the
movie from time to time. After the movie we stopped at a hotdog stand for
dinner.

After we received our hotdogs, Blake led me over to a wooden bench. We
talked about current events and politics. He asked if I had plans for New
Year's Eve. I told him about Marie's party. He asked if I wanted to spend
New Year's Eve together, and I agreed.

He drove me home and walked me to the door. He took my head in his hand,
and said, "I had a really good time tonight Mr. Greene."

I looked into those emerald eyes and said, "I enjoyed being with you
Blake." I brushed back a strand of hair that had fallen over his eye, and
then ran my fingers across his face; he tilted his head to rest in my
hand. I sighed heavily, "I think you better leave now, before I take leave
of myself, and do something outside of my character."

He raised his head from my hand and looked into my eyes, "Maybe that, which
is out of your normal character, is what you really want to do."

"Perhaps, but what is done under the veil of night often brings regret in
the morning light." I chuckled.

He smiled, "Wow, you must really like me, to recite that impromptu poem."

I blushed, "Whatever the case, the `poem' is true."

"I will be a good boy; I'll go home and take a cold shower." He took me in
his arms and rested his head on my shoulder. He whispered in my ear, "Then
I will go to bed and dream of you. I will dream of undressing you." He
paused, "First, I will take off your shoes and socks. Then I will slowly
unbutton your shirt, and slowly remove each sleeve from each arm. Next, I
will drop to my knees and unbutton your pants. I will pull them down very
slowly, until they reach the floor. Then I will lift each of your legs one
at a time releasing the pants from your ankles." He paused and exhaled into
my ear. "Do you like what I'm saying baby?" He whispered.

Baby, he called me baby, I felt light headed and dizzy. I had closed my
eyes and tried to envision the encounter that Blake was describing. I had
become aroused and had begun to drip precum. I took a deep breath and
responded to his question, "Ye.Yes." I stuttered in a low, heavy voice.

He moved his hands down my back and rested them on the curve of my ass,
which sent a shiver through my body, causing me to tremble. He kissed my
neck, and continued to whisper in my ear, "Then I would take time to admire
your body, and gaze up into those dark brown eyes. Next, I would bury my
head into your crotch, and inhale your scent into my body." He took a deep
breath. "Then, I would rub my face across your cock until you become
erect. Next, I would run my hot tongue about your cloth encased penis." He
paused, "How does that sound?"

I sighed, "That sounds.incredible." I exclaimed.

"It will be incredible." He said in a husky voice. "After, I have given
your crotch the proper attention, I would rise up and hold you in my arms,
pressing your supple body against my hard chest." He sighed, "I would then
take you by the hand and lead you to the bed. Once I have you on the bed I
would slowly remove your underwear." He paused, "Then I would straddle your
chest, while I tongue kiss you."

"What next?" I moaned, through clenched teeth.

"I would lick your entire body, from your ear lopes to the bottoms of your
feet: taking each nipple, finger, and toe in my mouth along the way." He
ran his moist lips across the length of my ear and said, "Then, I would
take your cock in my mouth and work your shaft until you shake beneath me,
and then I would take each of your balls into my mouth one at a time." He
licked my ear, and my knees buckled. He steadied me with his arms, and
continued, "Finally, I would lift your legs to access your beautiful ass,
and then I would make love to your hole with my hot, wet tongue."

I sighed heavily, "And then?" I demanded.

He kissed my neck, "Baby, you will have to wait to find out." He pressed
his crotch against mine, and I felt that he was erect. He lifted his head
from my shoulder and looked in to my eyes. "Steven, you are so beautiful, I
can't wait to hold you, to make love to you, wake up next to you.but I am
patient and I want it to be right for both of us. So, I will follow your
lead." He said sincerely.

I took a deep breath and exhaled loudly, "I don't know what you are doing,
but I can't stop thinking about you. You are so sexy and nice. You have
completely seduced me." I paused. "You have the most beautiful eyes. I
spent months imagining what it would be like to talk to you." I blushed,
"To touch, to hug you."

He smiled. I continued, "Blake, to hear you say that you want to make love
to me, that you want to wake up next to me." I paused, "For you to hold my
hand for anyone to see, it is just awing."

He blushed, "I am proud to hold your hand, I want to be with you. I have
wanted to be with you since the first time I saw you on the bus. You were
smiling and dancing in your seat. I thought you were so cute." Now I was
blushing. Then, I reached up and wrapped my hands around his head and
kissed him on the lips. He opened his mouth and I slid my tongue in to
him. I could taste the tang of mustard on his breath. I don't know how long
this lasted but at some point we had fallen against the wall.

He broke the kiss, and we were both breathing heavily. He began to suck on
my neck, as I ran my hands over his muscular body. I was burning. I worked
my hands beneath his shirt and was now rubbing my hands against his bare
skin. I pushed my hands down into his pants and caressed his firm ass, he
moaned.

I had completely lost charge of myself, I was acting on instinct without
thought. Then, Blake pulled away from me, forcing my hands from his body,
and bringing me down from my high. He looked in my eyes and said, "I think
we should stop, before we do something more than you are ready for." I
looked at him with disappointment. He continued, "I want to be with you,
but I want it to be right." He stroked my cheek.

"You are right, I don't know what has gotten into me. Lust I guess." I
chuckled.

"Listen, what are you doing tomorrow?" He asked.

"Well, I have that gala with Lena."

"Oh, yeah the lonely woman, who is in need of a masculine escort." He
chuckled.

I blushed, "No, she just wanted a safe guy. You know someone who would be a
gentleman."

"It's getting late. So, I better be on my way." He said.

"I really had a good time Blake. Thank you." I said.

He hugged me tightly and kissed me on the forehead. He leaned down and
whispered in my ear, "Have sweet dreams, Steve." Then he turned and
descended the stairs.

I couldn't believe what I had done, what he had said, it was incredible.it
was scary. I don't behave this way; I am a conservative young gentleman. I
don't grope men in the hallway of my apartment building. This is not some
sleazy television show, this is reality. I have to get it together.

Despite, my doubts about my behavior, I loved it, I loved that he touched
me. I could not wait to see him again. Then I thought about the gala, and
wondered if Lena expected more than just friendship. I laughed at the
thought, just because Blake was attracted to me doesn't mean that everyone
wanted me. I drifted off to sleep.


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