Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2013 22:25:19 -0400
From: preecherdave@gmail.com
Subject: Introspection 9

Author's Comments

It has taken a bit of time but I could not leave the story as it was. My
dry spell seemed to ease coinciding crazily with the rains, deluge at
times, that we have had in May and June up here in the north. So there are
three more chapters. I use a bit of French in Chapter 9. I speak it a bit
and I hope that I am correct. Please accept my apologies in advance if
there are errors.

I hope that you have not forgotten the basics of Paul and Andrew's
story. They came together after their previous partners had disregarded
their feelings. It took Paul some time to make his decision to leave his
partner, Peter, and then he and Andrew reconnected slowly (but faster than
Paul had anticipated).

Their coming out to Paul's parents caused a bigger rift than he had
expected and took months to reconcile. But in those months, the guys just
became closer and closer as they lived and shared together. Both had
promotions. Andrew became CFO of his company and Paul, a Team Leader of an
large important engineering project for a French firm in the outskirts of
Paris.


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Previously

When I finished, I looked over at Andrew. There were tears in his eyes. Not
much I could do as I was driving the car at 115 kilometres/hour. I did grab
his hand in mine. "Andrew, a wonderful weekend. Someday I shall sing the
entire song just for you. You know that the song does say it all for me."
That didn't help the tears but it did bring a soft kiss to my hand.

Present

I guess some ideas are just right. We had had a great weekend in
Montreal. One to remember. It also put me back in a French milieu and it
reminded me that I was a bit rusty. As a result, I started to watch the
news and some talk shows in French every evening. Even Andrew started to
watch with me and we often spoke French to each other. We had decided to
host some informal get to togethers at our place for the members of the
French team arriving on Saturday in two weeks time. Our French usage caused
a bit of confusion with some of our friends on Friday night that week when
we automatically said little things to each other in French or to the
waiters. The guys were fascinated to hear us as they had no idea that we
were conversant enough to do it.

I carried on with the French when we got home. Seducing Andrew in French
was more than fun; it turned out to be incredibly intense. He had gone in
ahead of me. I turned around from closing the door and he was bent over
taking off his shoes. What a sight!

"J'adore ton cul. J'en ai besoin." My tone was low, sultry and intense with
determination.

"So you adore my ass and need it. Big guy, moi, j'ai besoin de ta queue."

"It will be my pleasure to give you my prick but not quite yet. Phil may be
home so let's go to the bedroom quickly. You were so sexy tonight. Those
pants fit you like a glove; I was hard most of the night. When you put your
hands on my crotch when we were sitting talking, I promised myself that you
would pay ... in a good way."

We almost stalked each other, first around the bedroom, then in and out of
the en suite bathroom. We were each trying to grab the other, pinch, kiss,
bite. I suspected that we made a little bit of noise as we were quite
active, laughing at the antics of each other.

I finally had Andrew trapped on the bed with me on top. How I loved to look
into those soft, intense brown eyes. I loved being on top of him holding
him, preparing to be part of him. I loved sex with Andrew. I was so hard
that it almost hurt. So was he. We kissed, stroked, pinched and nipped each
other until neither of us could wait a minute longer.

He placed me at his opening and pulled me in quickly. I loved to look at
the changes in his face as I went all the way into him. I remember myself
in the mirror in Montreal: surprise, eyes opening wide as he felt that
wonderful fullness and finally the pleasure. I could feel his contractions
as his body slowly opened fully to me. I kissed him gently but he invaded
my mouth. I loved it when Andrew became aggressive. As I went in, he pushed
back at me, hard; he was pleasuring himself on me. Now that really turned
me on. He was gently stroking himself. I lost myself in him for minutes
stroking in and out, long and slow and then short, sharp and fast.

Suddenly, I came out of him wanting to taste him. I sucked and tongued him
tasting the various tastes of Andrew and feeling the texture of his very
hard cock. Just as quickly, I went back into him telling him to join me in
finishing. I was now in those last minutes, seconds knowing that end was
close. He was stroking himself fast and hard and his other hand was pulling
my balls. I saw his eyes widen, his mouth open, moaning and his muscles
begin to contract. His first pulse reached his chin. I leaned down and
consumed it. Every sensation carried me over. I guess I was a little vocal
as he put fingers on my lips. I came in huge shots that wracked my body. I
collapsed on him kissing him muttering my love to him.

Then there were those wonderful minutes of the afterglow when our bodies
melded together. I told him that it was all of him that turned me on. The
physical was just one expression. We, of course, received hell from Phil
over coffee the next morning but I could tell that it was in fun. He was
jealous as Julie had spent last weekend here while we were in Montreal and
he had no one this week. Poor guy. I hoped that they were as noisy and had
as much fun as Andrew and I did. We spent the rest of the weekend doing
those inevitable chores that you have but several times over the weekend,
Andrew showed my how much he liked my 'cul' reminding me yet again how much
I liked his 'queue'.

We had our usual Monday morning meeting and everyone asked how the trip to
Montreal went. It was amazing how word spread as I had only mentioned it to
a couple of people. Something to remember. Jerry was the first to ask as I
had told him about Montreal, and I had to say that he looked on top of
things. I was seeing him taking a leadership role in the meeting and many
of the decisions. Everything was on track with the project.

At the end of the meeting, Jerry looked at me and motioned to an empty
meeting room. "I moved out over the weekend. It is over."

"You seem on top of your game. Everything OK?"

"Paul, thanks so much for the initial help and all the support that you
have given me. I realize now that I had been blind, probably
deliberately. I forced the issue last week and my wife finally admitted
that it would be best if we separated. My gut reactions at the first
counselling session proved to be right on. The counselling has really
helped as I have had insights into myself, my own needs and goals. We have
actually parted relatively amicably. At least, we can split up everything
without costly lawyer's fees although I have James going over everything
that I do to make sure that there can be no problems later. I shall file
for divorce this week. Your story about you and Peter really helped. Like
you after Peter, I feel cheated, a little lost, adrift, uncertain and a bit
sad but I know that it is right. My positive self image has taken a bit of
beating but it is being repaired. I have met a few woman and I know that I
can make it." He raised his eyebrows and stood up smiling. I could see that
women would be drawn to him. He pulled me up and gave me a hug whispering
the words 'thanks' and 'friend'.

I scheduled an appointment with Mr. Grey for late in the day. I went over
all the details about the French account and reviewed some of my ideas for
dealing with them when they were here. He offered an entertainment budget
that was quite liberal. He agreed that a trip to Montreal might be a good
idea if they wanted it.

"On another matter and this is just between you and me. Jerry is doing
really well and we had a long talk today after the meeting and at lunch. He
and his wife are separating and he is filing for divorce. He is feeling a
little bereft but confident in his decision."

"A first for you. You have beaten my intelligence networks. Don't look so
pleased with yourself!" He tried to look stern but he broke into a broad
smile. "So you think that he can get through this."

"He described his feelings to me." I looked at Alexander and decided that I
could trust him. "I went through something like this last spring and I know
that he can do it from how he is reacting but I shall keep my eyes open."

"So that explains late last April and early May. You looked as if you had
retreated inside yourself, contemplative. Never affected your work."

"I could lose myself in my work. It was almost therapeutic."

"From what I can see, you were the winner. You have come out stronger and
have built a very strong relationship with a great partner. Thanks Paul for
the updates. I hope you know how much I appreciate you here at the
company."

I was flustered and didn't really know what to reply. So I kept it very
simple. "Thank you Mr. Grey. Appreciated." He gave me a very warm handshake
as I left. Some how I felt as if something had shifted in our
relationship. I could not put it in words. I guess that I would have to
wait and see. Right now I had a big project to run and visitors from France
to entertain very shortly.

The two weeks went quickly as we had to have a lot of work to finish and
Andrew and I did a lot of buying and planning for any combination of
things. I realized that we working like a team; it felt great. We would
give them a chance to settle themselves on Saturday but would offer them
some supper later in the evening with Andrew and I as hosts. For the next
day, we organized some cars and people from the office on a sightseeing
tour of the city with drinks in the afternoon, supper and a social time
after with the team. I had bought some decks of cards if anyone wanted to
play. Suddenly, we were at the airport waiting for the 4 members of the
team from France.

I requested that Jerry, Keith and Chris come to meet them with me. We saw a
group of 4 approach our signs. The leader appeared to have a tall, slim but
good build, much like Andrew and 3 guys who were a little bigger but quite
dashing in a European way. Introductions were made in English and French. I
was surprised that Chris and Keith spoke passable French. Jerry was a
little embarrassed at his limited vocabulary but the French team had dealt
with him and obviously respected him as they switched to English when
talking to him.,

We gave them some choices and they chose to get themselves settled and come
to our place for drinks and supper later in the afternoon. I had made a
last minute decision the day before to invite Jerry, Keith and
Chris. Turned out to be a lucky move.

Jerry picked them up and arrived at our place at 5 pm.  I welcomed them at
the door and invited them in. Jerry and Andrew immediately gave each other
a manly hug followed by Keith and Chris. We had discussed the
introduction. So I simply introduced Andrew as a friend who shared the
apartment with me. Jean Guy the leader of the French team gave him a warm
handshake but I was certain that the second man, Benoit, gave him a rather
hard stare and then a rather cold look at me. Oh, oh. One, the ruse hadn't
worked and secondly, I felt that we had a man who was not gay
friendly. What to do? Carry on as if nothing had happened. I finished by
introducing Phil as Andrew's brother. He was leaving for some work on an
assignment.

I had lots of wine and liquor. My New Years buying was keeping us
supplied. Jean Guy joined me in one of my afternoon favourites, a nicely
chilled Prosecco from Italy. The others tried scotch, bourbon and a really
nice red wine from southern France. We chatted about the trip over and then
our city. I told them that they had to realize that we were a young country
and the city would be to them more like a large provincial city in France
without the large number of historic buildings. At one point, Benoit asked
for the bathroom and took just a little longer than I would expect.

When he came back, he sat beside Jean Guy whispering something to him. I
think that I heard the words 'two bedroom for three men' with a look of
disapproval. Jean Guy gave him a disparaging look and just shrugged his
shoulders in what I interpreted as 'I don't give a damn'.  He caught my eye
as he shrugged. He gave me a smile and winked. It was an apology.

I stood up asking Jean Guy if he wanted more Prosecco.

He stood up. "Good idea, come show me where it is. It really is good."

We walked into to the kitchen. I looked at him with a bit of smile. "Not
stupid is he? Is it a problem?"

"For me no. He attended several of the anti same sex marriage
demonstrations in Paris these last months. He is quite religious and very
socially conservative. I personally am in favour of the law but not the
government."

"For your information, Andrew and I are not married officially but he means
the world to me. We are part of each others family. I never hide my
relationship but I don't make an issue of it either. I think that he is my
life partner and marriage may come at some time. Again for your
information, he shall probably come with me to France and we both have
Powers of Attorney for Personal Care for each other." I explained what that
meant in our law.

Andrew had made a hearty soup for the first course; I had made a Coq au Vin
for the main course and we had bought some desserts at a very good
bakery. I had lots of wine for the different courses. We both received
accolades from all around the table, well there was an exception but at
least, he stayed quiet and did seem to enjoy the meal. He had seconds.

It was actually a good evening and we decided on a basic agenda for
tomorrow. I had managed to get Jerry aside and he agreed that he Benoit,
Pierre and Chris would team up in his car and I would take Jean Guy, Andrew
and Martin in ours. Keith could not make it for family reasons. We met the
next day and had a great time sightseeing, drinking and eating. The guys
were tired after a really good meal at one of the better restaurants in the
city. Jerry phoned me later in the evening to tell me about the grilling he
had gotten from Benoit. I made my decision to deal with it at work if I
figured it was necessary.

We had decided on a project meeting for mid morning so I assigned the team
to mix the teams and take them on a tour of our offices. I took Jean Guy in
to meet Alexander Grey. His apologies for his French were accepted but he
did what he could. I noticed a look of admiration when I had to translate
some rather esoteric concept in my pretty rapid, school yard French to Jean
Guy. In fact, Jean Guy forgot himself and we spoke to each other for a
minute or two and I had to translate for a confused boss. Mr. Grey must
have appreciated my efforts as I received his hand on my shoulder with a
nod of approval as I left his office.

We had our meeting which I, of course, chaired. Jean Guy and I had
exchanged emails and talked at length before the meeting. I had arranged an
agenda that I felt would cover the areas that needed discussion and leave
time for questions and problems. My typical method with my team was to let
them have free reign within limits that I set both personally as Chair and
within the agenda. I liked my meetings to be effective and just long
enough. At one point, I brought up an issue which we discussed and I could
see Chris frowning. I smiled and commented that I felt there was something
bothering him. Chris spoke up and we had a lively discussion about computer
needs and engineering needs. We managed in fairly quick time to solve the
problem. I saw a little smile on Jean Guy's face as we ended that topic. I
asked around the table if there were any other matters and the meeting
ended on time. We all went for a late lunch.

It was clear that Benoit was avoiding me. When we were back in the office,
I quietly asked him to meet me in the conference room. He sat down across
the table from me with a set, sombre look on his face.

"Benoit, you can probably tell that my style is not confrontational but I
do tend to read people well and don't like to leave serious problems to
just simmer. You clearly realized that Andrew and I are partners not just
room mates. Since you discovered that, you have been distant and
disengaged. Do you still want to work on this project with me as one of the
leaders? Is there anything that I can say or do to change anything and I
can assure you that stepping down as one of the leaders is not going to be
an outcome."

He paused looking at me. He had a look on his face that indicated that no
one had ever challenged him in this way. "You want me off the project?"

"If that is the message that you have received, you are absolutely wrong."
I repeated the last phrase again. "I have seen your work and it is
excellent. No I want you as an effective, active member of the team. You
hardly uttered a word at the meeting today. I am certain that we missed
valuable input."

The look on his face registered surprise and I think appreciation. "You
probably know that I am against gay marriage."

"Benoit, same sex marriage has been legal in Canada since 2005. Andrew and
I are not married but I do consider him my partner for life. We live as a
married couple. Everyone here at work knows that and it has made no
difference to my relationship with people. When I was appointed as leader,
my boss, Mr. Grey, told me that it made no difference to him. By the way,
same sex marriage has had no basic affect in Canada except to give me and
the people like me and Andrew that same rights as everyone else. It is no
longer a big deal."

"But it is against the law of God! It is unnatural."

"The law of God is interpreted by many people and many churches in
different ways. We are accepted at Andrew's church as everyone
else. Unnatural, I guess that depends on ones point of view." I gave him a
small smile with a shrug. "Are you married?"

He looked suspiciously at me. "No, I am not married."

"This is not a question but unless you are very different from me, you must
have female friends or live a celibate life." I saw the look on his face
and I gave him my mischievous look.  I held up my hand. "That was not a
question and I don't want to know the answer. Benoit, I cannot image not
having someone close to me and I cannot imagine, not having a sexual side
to my life. It is the essence of all humans. I spent agonizing years as a
teenager denying that part of me. I didn't want to be 'that way'. It was
terrible. I can now, in my country, be myself. I don't go out of my way to
let people know but neither do I ever deny it. You noticed that we invited
you back to our home and I introduced Andrew as a friend who lived there."
I gave him a French shrug.

We talked for over half an hour. I saw Jean Guy pass the room several times
looking concerned. I hope that he was not too concerned. We had a wide
ranging discussion. It would appear that this was the first time that he
had ever sat down with a gay person and had an intellectual talk. I could
see his body relaxing and he started to show glimmers of humour. The talk
even got a bit raunchy in a male way. We did not leave as buddies but I
hoped as colleagues who could work effectively on the team.

Later in the day, Jean Guy approached me. "My god, what did you do? He
almost enjoyed his conversation with you."

"We talked as adults who will have to agree to disagree. I think he
understands a little more that vast field of the gay mind. I think he sees
that it is not much different than his own except for our, ah, ah,
different tastes." My smile must have been infectious as smiles turned to
laughter.

We all had a great time at supper and then at a dance club that night. It
was one that was definitely not gay friendly so Andrew and I sat talking,
drinking and rubbing each others legs under the table. Benoit was with us
when a young lady came to ask Andrew to dance. Benoit looked at her, then
at us and told her, in his very good English, that Andrew and I were
together but he would be very happy to take Andrew's place. He was very
gallant. She smiled and they danced together for the rest of the
night. Later, he came back to table to tell us that the lady needed an
escort home. He leaned over and thanked Andrew for being the honey, must be
a French expression. I whispered to Andrew that his new name would be the
chick magnet or the honey pot. The chick magnet was hell on wheels when we
went home. I could still feel him in me the next morning at work. Oh, thank
you Benoit.

If I had known Benoit better, I would have commented on how relaxed and
self satisfied he looked the next day at our morning meeting. Glad I didn't
because he and Jerry took the lead in the discussion while Jean Guy and I
sat back watching our team meld into a working group. We had everyone back
to our place for supper that night. We included Mr. Grey and Barbara and
all the members of the team. It was Andrew who teased Benoit unmercifully
in the kitchen about his escapade the night before. My god but Andrew was a
charmer. I knew when we said goodbye the next morning that we had not only
had a great session with the French team but that we had made new
friends. Wait until Mr. Grey saw my expense account.

Andrew came home the night that the French team left looking excited but a
bit pensive. We had supper with Phil who then had to take off to the
college. When he had left, I looked at Andrew. "OK, what is going on in
that head of yours.?"

"Am I that obvious."

"Yep, to me you are."

"The Chief Financial Officer is leaving and I have been asked to take his
place."

"Great news. You will do a fantastic job."

"That is not all. They have asked me to be a junior partner. It is going to
mean a significant investment in the company."

"You know the financial position of the company. Is it a good investment?
Would you recommend it to someone? Can you sell if you want to get out and
change jobs?" We discussed for the next hour and I knew that his decision
was yes very quickly into the discussion. He just wanted to validate it to
someone else. It was obvious that he could afford the investment especially
with the dividends for the owners and his new salary as CFO. He outlined
some of his ideas that he had for the growth of the company in the present
environment. We discussed the financial aspects and the fact that he would
have to do some travelling. I jokingly said towards the end that all was OK
as long as he didn't forget me. His eyes widened and he got that look on
his face. His eyes started to water. We had been sitting in the kitchen
after finishing our supper.

He stood up and grabbed my arms and pulled me up. "Don't ever say that. You
know that this, you and me, is for a long, long time." He manoeuvred me
over to the counter and pushed me backwards against it, forcing his body
against mine. His eyes were now ablaze. I loved it when he was this way. I
could be quite forceful and demanding when I wanted but I loved it when he
took over and dominated me like this.

I soon found myself with my pants around my knees and a wet, hot mouth
sucking my red, hard cock. Wow, this man could really get me going at a
moments notice. I realized that my eyes were closed and that I was simply
revelling in the incredible sensations that he was giving me. He stopped
stood up and ordered me to take off my clothes. I stood looking at him with
a bit of defiance in my look and stance. Sort of like, make me. He flicked
the head of cock fairly hard with his fingers. I stood, still staring at
him. He reached over and grabbed my balls and started to squeezed. He
ordered me again to take off my clothes. I slowly undid my shirt and very
slowly took it off. Only then did he start to release the pressure. "Now
the pants." I bent over to remove them and he slapped me fairly hard. Oh
shit it sent shocks of pleasure through my body. My cock twitched and
started to leak.

Looking at my twitching cock, "Yes that is what I wanted. Stay still and
watch." He slowly undressed and as he took off his pants he bent over and
turned his ass to me. I slapped it slightly harder than he had me. He stood
up. "Change places with me." The tone in his voice sent shivers through
me. Then he surprised me. He walked forward, past me with his back to me
and leaned against the counter. "Big guy, I want you now. I am yours! One
second." He turned knelt and put me in his mouth leaving me wet and
dripping. Well lubricated. He turned back. "Don't wait. Now."

As I placed myself against his opening, he turned his head. "Kiss me." We
stared at each other; as we kissed, I entered him. His voice was raw with
emotion. "I love you more than you can ever know."

We melded as one. As we made love, I looked at our rings on our intertwined
hands and I whispered, "A very long time." I woke the next morning with his
arms around me and his body tight against my back. He was as hard as a
piece of ebony. I turned looking into his open eyes. "Take me lover." I was
a bit late for work.

That day at work was very busy. First, there were meetings where I
congratulated the team on a job well done and we started to work on the
next phase of the project in France. I brought a very pleased Mr. Grey up
to speed with all that we had accomplished. His only comment on my expense
claim was that I probably didn't put in for enough. I just shrugged my
shoulders.

I took some time in the late afternoon to reflect. I had been very focused
on work and on Andrew over the last weeks. Neither was bad but we had to
expand our horizons. First, I wanted to get to the club on Friday with Rob
and Tony and the gang. Then I realized that I had not followed through with
the promise to myself to get to together with James, our lawyer and his
family. Finally, we were both missing our families. There had been phone
calls but I knew that my Dad and Mom like Andrew's parents wanted a visit.

I told Keith the next day that we were going to the club on Friday and we
would love to have him along. He smiled and said that he would be there. I
saw him and Chris talking later in the day. As I walked by them, I heard
Chris say in a not totally convincing way, that OK, maybe it is time. I
thought I knew what they were talking about. I primed Tony on Thursday
night on the telephone on what I thought might be happening and told him to
spread the word.

It was great to be back at the club with the guys. The music was loud and
the energy levels were high. I was ready for a great night. I got nod a
from Rob at about 9:30. I looked over to the entrance and there was Keith
with a wide eyed Chris looking as if he was being dragged to a gladiatorial
combat in ancient Rome. Rob and Tony stood up and went to greet them. If
anyone could put Chris at ease it was he and Tony. By the time, they
arrived at the table, Tony had Chris laughing.

I looked up. "Surprises will never cease. It is about time. Welcome, big
guy." I gave Keith and then Chris a not so manly hug. I whispered in Chris'
ear that nothing would be said at work until he was ready.

At that moment, a piece that Andrew and I like started up and I looked at
Chris. "Excuse me. One of Andrew's favourites. I gotta go and dance. Enjoy
yourself."

Andrew and I lost ourselves in the music and the closeness of the
dance. When I finally focused on the rest of the world, I saw Keith and
Chris dancing and Chris looked as he was having a blast. Tony cut in on
them and Chris looked as if he was going to survive and flourish. What a
great night and a good start to my plans for the next weeks. That didn't
even begin to describe our time in bed when we went home. Hot, hot, hot.

We took Phil with us the next day to visit Andrew's parents for the
weekend. Andrew had to tell them the exciting news from work. They were
thrilled at the news and obviously pleased to have us. We were greeted at
the church with a warm welcome. Again, I enjoyed the singing. All the
practice with my choir had improved my timbre, pitch and control. We and
his parents really didn't see Phil except at supper on Saturday and when we
left on Sunday afternoon. He and Julie only had eyes for each other. I was
so happy for them.

As we started to drive back, I couldn't help myself. "Nice to see to see
you Phil."

"Don't you start. I fucking have to hear you guys going at it day and
night."

"Your brother is so cute that I just can't stop myself and if you are
anything like him, I can imagine your activities this weekend."

Andrew, "Watch it buster, you could end with a really long dry spell."

By this time we were all laughing. "I'll buster you ... tonight."

"Euw, way too much for my naive ears. Thanks guys. I needed the break."

I was about to make another comment when Phil looked at me.  "You, not
another word."

"Actually, I was going to say how happy I was that you could get away. You
have been working very hard and I was going to suggest that you invite
Julie down whenever you want. She is no problem what so ever."

"Every once in a while I think back to our first meeting. Shit, it is
embarrassing; I guess I can consider myself very lucky. I just have to tell
you that I am really enjoying my courses. Best thing that I have ever
done." He paused obviously reflecting.  "No second best."

I looked at him smiling. "Julie?"

"Yeah, the best."

"Have her down, if you can spare the time."

Next weekend was with my parents. Then, I wanted to have James and Matt
over for an evening on Saturday night with some of our friends. I phoned
James on Monday explaining what I wanted to do and he got back to me that
night and Saturday in three weeks time was good for his crew. I then
invited Rob, Tony, Chris, Keith, Jerry and date. Then I phoned to make
plans with my parents. We settled on the weekend in two weeks. Dad sounded
a bit tired but he was on his feet a lot making a lot of small decision
trying not to hurt people. Occupational hazard for a dentist. That gave us
this weekend free for fun and frolic. Right! What it really did was give us
time to get ready for our new obligations. Well maybe some time for frolic.

Andrew was having to spend extra time at work as he slowly took over the
new job but that was to be expected. He looked so enthused with his new
responsibilities. It was wonderful to see. So I wasn't surprised when he
was not at home when I arrived on Wednesday evening. I prepared supper and
at 6:45 I started to eat. The telephone rang. I figured I would hear
Andrew's voice. Life is full of surprises; some are not what we want.

My mother was almost hysterical . "Mom slow down. What has happened to Dad?
Slowly. Good. OK the receptionist at the office called 911. Which hospital
did they take him to. Memorial. Good place. He collapsed but was
breathing. OK. Anne is out town with Jason. I have to make some calls. I
shall be there in the next couple of hours. Mom, change into something
comfortable and warm. Take a sweater: it is always cold in the hospital at
the time of year. Make sure you have money and change. I am coming. Love
you."

I started to pack and heard the door to the condo open. Make it Andrew,
please.

"Hey, big guy, I'm home and really glad. What a fucking long day. I think
the guy who retired didn't know what the hell he was doing."

He came into the bedroom. "Paul, what's the matter. Shit something has
happened." I guess my face was an open book.

It all came out. My Dad and I had become so close in the last year. I could
not imagine him not being there for me. Andrew pulled me into his arms. The
tears were running down my face. Between sobs, I managed to get out that he
had collapsed and had been rushed to the hospital. It looked like a heart
attack. I told him my plans.

"Oh, I am so sorry. I cannot get away tomorrow but I shall join you as soon
as I can on Friday. Anything that I can do?"

"Just knowing that I shall see you on Friday helps a lot. Sorry, I have to
phone Alexander and then Jerry. I promised Mom that I would be there in a
couple of hours. Anne and Jason are out of town."

"Let me pack your toiletries and underwear and some clothes. Charger for
phone and iPad.  Do you want your notebook. OK. I'll get the legal
documents that you want. I shall get the originals and you can take them
with the photocopies that I am going to make. You go do your phoning."

Alexander told me to get out and let him know by email how things were. I
told him I would phone Jerry with some information about the next couple of
days. I was touched when he closed off by saying gently to drive slowly
that a few minutes would make no difference and that he wanted me there
safe and sound. Jerry too was great and assured me that he would contact me
only as a last resort. He too seemed to want me get there safely.

I could still feels Andrew's warmth and kisses as I took the entrance to
the expressway. Luckily, it was good weather and I arrived exactly as I had
hoped around 10. I finally found Mom beside Dad in the ER. Dad looked awful
but he looked so relieved to see me. We had formed a really strong bond in
the last year. Eventually the doctor came in. I listened and then started
with questions. I finally asked if there were going to do an angiogram. We
discussed the pros and cons. I pushed for one and both Mom and Dad looked
as if there were pleased that I was there for them. Dad had been given a
lot of medication and he looked really tired and drugged so I suggested
that we go and leave him to the care of the nurses. The doctor agreed with
me.

As I went to get my car, I phoned Andrew. It was so good to hear his
voice. I gave him the details.

"I am going to miss you tonight but I must admit that I am beat after the
drive. See you Friday?"

"As soon as I can. I did some work remotely tonight so I have a head start
on Thursday. Thank goodness it is close to the weekend. I miss you
already. Keep me posted. Love you."

"You have no idea how much. Oh, don't forget to tell Phil about our plans
for the next couple of weeks. At least one of the weekends or both would be
great for a visit from Julie."

Thursday passed in a series of tests and the minutiae of hospital life. I
insisted that Mom and I go out to a nice cafe close by. The hospital
cafeteria was not to my liking, that was my understatement thing. We
started getting things ready in our mind for Dad's return home. Mom had
talked to his receptionist when the receptionist had phoned with the news
of his collapse on Wednesday and they had agreed that all appointments this
week would be cancelled with suggestions for emergency care.  We now knew
that it was going to be quite a bit longer so I asked her into the office
and we made plans Thursday afternoon for the next few weeks. Andrew phoned
on Thursday night. I really missed his company and his ideas; we really
worked as a team. There had been some problems at works and he would not be
able to get away until late the next day. A downer for me.

We were in Dad's room late Friday morning when Mom looked up a the
door. Her eyes went wide and then the biggest smile. She looked at me and
nodded her head to the door. Dad now had a smile on his face. There was my
guy with a self satisfied smirk on his face.

"Surprise." He said it in that soft intimate voice that he sometimes has
when we are alone and romantically inclined.

I jumped up and rushed to him. "You bugger." I too said it in my quiet
intimate voice.

As I gave him a bone smashing hug, he whispered. "If bugger is what you
want, I can manage." I didn't care who was looking. I gave him a kiss that
was not quite chaste.

Mom. "Well you may be glad to see him; so are we." She was up and giving
him a hug.

Dad. "So good to see you. Come here." The handshake became a hug from
Dad. What a difference six months can make. I was overjoyed. It was excited
chatter for the next minutes. The bugger had worked a lot of Thursday
evening and then went into work early for an hour leaving everything to his
liking and left from work. As he said, being one of the bosses had its
advantages.

Later in bed, "You are a piece of work. Can't make it until late in the
day. Did you see the greeting from Mom? No comments on the kiss and a
genuine welcome to a family member." I grabbed him and cuddled him. "I am
beginning to feel that I was missed." His growing cock was rubbing up
against mine. "Seriously, I missed you just being with me making decisions
and discussing matters. Do you realize that this the longest that we have
been away from each other since we started living together?"

"And do you realize that it has been Wednesday night, all Thursday and
Friday morning that we have not been together. Another record."

"Never crossed my mind but some little thing has reminded one part of me."
Our hard erections were slowly rubbing against each other. The sensation
was incredible.

"We shall see if it is just a little thing. Remember what I promised you at
the hospital."

"I definitely take back the little thing right now." I grabbed him and
started to stroke him. "Just getting you really ready."

It was almost at this moment that I realized that I wanted to make our
relationship official and legal. Now was not the time to propose but I knew
that I wanted to make that commitment to him. It made what was happening
even more exciting.

I kissed him hard. I asked him how he wanted me. It was on my back, legs
spread and to my chest so that he could see me and go in as deep as he
could.  He told me slowly in a lot of detail what he was going to do to
me. He put a pillow under me. I was so turned on. I looked into his eyes
and I could see that he felt the same way as I did about him. This was not
a joyous romp but joyful lovemaking. He took his time, taking us both to
the edge several times. My body was suffused with pleasure and my cock felt
as if it would explode. I could tell from his rhythm that he was close and
so I kissed him and reached around and let my finger slide up and down his
crack stopping occasionally to let my finger circle his entrance. My other
hand was making sure that I was keeping up to him as I stroked myself. I
saw the look in his eyes and knew that noise in his throat. His increased
tempo sent me over and for one of the few times we came together as my
contractions took him over with me. The kiss lasted for quite a while after
we finished physically.

"Paul, I ..." He was so emotional that he could not get out what he wanted
to say.

"I know. I cannot imagine my life without you."



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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 which has had the most
positive comments and one of my favourites, Getting My Act Together.

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, November 1, 2012
Introspection, Nifty, Relationships, May 23, 2013