Plan of the Shusheen

Shifter Worlds

By Vic James

Copyright 2012 by Vic James


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I was in town for training for my horrible job. I had just been passed over for promotion, and I didn't particularly care if I learned anything or not. We finished training early, and I was back in my hotel room. I decided to go for a drink and maybe meet the man of my dreams. Well, a drink, anyway. I had driven to town from San Antonio. It was about a four hour drive. The company would have paid the airfare to fly, but by the time you had farted around in two airports, it wasn't a lot slower to drive.

I checked for local gay bars in the area on the Internet. It was only two-thirty in the afternoon, so I knew the bars would be dead, but it beat hanging out with coworkers. They would all be passing around pictures of their kids and grandkids, and I couldn't take it. It wasn't that I didn't like kids, I love them. But seeing the pictures of them and their families made me feel even lonelier. I was thirty and felt like my life was over. If it wasn't over, it was at least very, very boring.

I looked in the hotel mirror. I didn't look thirty. Most people were envious when they found out my age. I always got carded when I went out for drinks, but I was used to that. I wondered if the reason I hadn't gotten the promotion was because I looked younger than I was. I could easily pass for seventeen or eighteen. Maybe people at work were uncomfortable with having a senior manager who looked eighteen.

I primped a little in front of the mirror. I looked...neat. I wanted to look hot, but I had never been able to pull it off. When I tried I thought I looked ridiculous. Other people agreed so I generally didn't try. I wasn't ugly, though. A lot of people had said I was good looking. But I was young, good looking. Cute. Perky. Yick! A lot of men I had been interested in thought I was too young for them, even when I wasn't. I remembered about a year ago, I had struck up a conversation with an attractive man in a bar. He was handsome, smart, funny, and friendly. When I asked him if he wanted to go out some time, he said he wasn't desperate enough to start 'robbing the cradle'. He was a year younger than me! Strike 'smart' of that list! Two different times I'd been asked how I snuck into the bar. One of them asked when I was in a bad mood. I'd just found out I didn't get the promotion at work. I told him my father had brought me but he was getting fucked again in the bathroom. The guy took off for the bathroom. I had to laugh and I did feel better. I hoped there was someone in there and I wondered what he would say to them. The bartender heard me and laughed. I got a free beer out of it.

I pulled my shirt out of my jeans. I looked messier, but not hotter. I pulled my hair up and then over and then forwards and backwards. Nope, hot wasn't happening. I settled once again for neat. A hot man's baby brother!

I found a bar that was not too far away, and drove there.

I got there just after three in the afternoon. As I expected, the bar was almost dead. There were two people in it playing pool and a bartender.

I ordered a beer and the bartender carded me, of course. When he saw my age, he looked doubtful. I really hoped this wasn't going to be one of those times I was accused of having a fake ID. Fortunately it wasn't.

He started to make small talk. He was tall and blond, so he definitely wasn't my type, but I think he was just bored. I felt sorry for him. It must have been awful standing around alone, not even getting tips since there weren't any customers.

"It doesn't pick up in here until about seven-thirty," he told me. I figured I might still be there then. I had nowhere else to go but my empty hotel room and my co-workers.

One of the pool players came to the bar and ordered a beer. He was older and not very attractive, but he didn't even look at me.

I was nursing my beer slowly, since I figured I would be there a while and didn't have that much money. Finally the beer was getting warm, so I polished it off and said "Another, please."

I was thinking about how long it had been since I had someone in my life. I knew part of the problem was I was picky. If not for that, I probably wouldn't be alone. A lot of younger guys tried to hit on me. My type was short, dark haired, and muscular, and preferably hairy. Hairy men had always caught my eye, even from a young age. That's what the first and at that time, only love of my life had been like. His name was Jason. We met when we were both twenty three and we were happy for four years. Then he got transferred across the country. It was a big promotion for him. We tried to maintain a long distance relationship for a while. Right about the time I was deciding I couldn't afford the relationship anymore, he called and said he had met someone. I told him I understood and he thanked me for that. I confessed to him that I really couldn't afford the airfare and had been worried about it. He didn't make that much more than I did, so it had to have been hard on him too. We had stayed in touch though and were still friends. Jason was happy with his boyfriend Ned and he had been trying to get me to visit them. I knew that was not ever going to happen! Had he been miserable and lonely, I might have, just to cheer him up. To see my ex-lover happy with a new lover, definitely not! It would just have made me feel lonelier.

About four o'clock, I was finishing off my second beer when I started to get goose bumps. I was leaning with my back against the bar. I noticed a smell I had never smelled before. It was exquisite! Then I started itching all over. Suddenly the itching stopped. I thought that was really weird! Definitely a first!

A pretty young woman with long brown hair walked up to me. I hadn't seen her in the bar or seen her enter.

"Hello, Ben."

"Hi. How do you know my name?"

"It's because I only appear to be in front of you. I am actually in your head."

"Oh, great. You're a hallucination!"

"No. I'm not. My name is Ar-Tan-Bey."

"Oh, god! I've turned into one of those sad old men who talk to themselves in the bar. Oh, well. At least I don't look old."

She laughed. "Believe me, you are not old! You aren't talking to yourself. This conversation is all in your head. The man behind you thinks you're standing alone, quietly."

"Well, thank goodness for that, at least."

"The reason I've appeared to you is that a man is about to enter the bar. It's extremely important that the two of you become lovers."

"You must be kidding! No, wait! Hallucinations never kid!"

She laughed again.

"There's a lot at stake, Ben. I thought I would have more time to get you accustomed to the idea. I had hoped to introduce myself to you slowly."

"How long have you been in there?"

"All your life. You inherited me."

"I'm just imagining you, so what difference does it make."

She sighed. "You aren't imagining me. I'm an alien and I'm communicating directly to your mind."

"Like telepathically?"

"Umm, no. I'm actually inside your body."

I jumped when she said that. Then I thought, since it was my imagination (or psychosis), there was no actual alien in me.

"No, you aren't imagining me. No, you aren't psychotic. Yes, I'm real, or at least I was real at one time."

"What does that mean?"

"It's a very long story and I will tell you soon. But the man is at the door. I fairly sure you will like him but even if you don't, please, please give him a chance!

"Good-bye Ben. We'll talk more soon.

"Wait! You want me to be the lover of someone I've never even met?"

"Yes. It is important to me and to you. I'll tell why soon."

There was a flash of light as the front door opened, admitting sunlight. Then I started shivering. I thought 'Oh, lord. I'm psychotic and I'm finally coming down with the flu!' I had never been sick in my entire life and I guessed it had to happen sometime.

A man entered the bar. The scent I had smelled before the hallucination intensified. My cock got so hard it actually hurt as it pressed against my jeans. He was sniffing, like he smelled something too. I watched him look around before his eyes settled on me. Then his face broke out in a huge smile. He was gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous! I couldn't help staring as he walked up to me.

I looked to my left and right to see who he was smiling at. It didn't seem possible he was interested in me.

He walked right up and put his arms on each side of me and his hands on the bar. Then he leaned down and sniffed me.

He smiled at me again and said, "Hi." This will sound stupid, but I felt my knees almost give way just from hearing his voice. My dick was throbbing along with my heart. "I'm Mike."

I tried to respond, but I couldn't. I opened my mouth, but I couldn't make a sound.

"What's your name?"

I tried to tell him, but all that came out was "Bbbbb." I was so embarrassed, I put my face in my hands. I don't think he laughed, but I couldn't look at him. I felt like such an idiot. The most handsome man I had ever seen was trying to talk to me and I could not talk back.

He bent over and whispered in my ear "It's OK, baby." I looked up at him shocked. He called me `Baby'! It was then that I got a huge whiff of his scent.

I finally got my voice back and said, "You smell so good!"

He smiled at me and said "What's your name, baby?"


"Hi, Ben. I'm really glad to meet you."

Without even thinking about it, I suddenly wrapped my arms around him. He immediately wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight against him.

He pressed his face behind my ear. Then he slowly licked a line from behind my ear along the bottom of my jaw to my chin. I felt an electric jolt. Then I started shivering again. I started to feel faint and my legs felt like they were going to give way.

"Whoa there!" he said. He wrapped his arms tighter around me and said "I've got you, baby."

I looked at his face. He had dark hair, a goatee, and beard stubble. He looked like he was about twenty five, but I knew better than anyone that looking twenty five and being twenty five were two different things. There was a patch of hair peeking out of the top of his shirt. He appeared to have light brown eyes, but it was difficult to say for certain in the dimly lit bar. As I said, he was the most handsome man I had ever seen.

He leaned down again and bit lightly on my ear lobe. I got a tingling feeling in my balls and I felt faint again. I moaned.

"Please stop doing that," I said. "I don't know who you are."

"OK. Fair enough. It was nice almost meeting you," he said. He let go of me and turned around. He started to walk away and I got a panic attack.

"WAIT!" I practically yelled it. I embarrassed myself again! But I realized I did not want him to leave. Ever!

He turned around and pulled me back in his arms. He said "Better, baby?"

I sighed and said "Yes. I don't know why, but yes." I wrapped my arms around him again. I couldn't really help it.

"Can I buy you a drink, Ben? I would really like to."

"Sure, I guess." I smiled at him.

"What would you like, Ben?"

"How about a screwdriver?"

"That sounds great."

He ordered two screwdrivers with a brand of vodka I'd never heard of. The bartender hadn't either. The second brand he named, they had.

The bartender made the drinks and put them in front of us.

"That will be forty dollars."

Mike put a hundred dollar bill on the bar.

"Keep the change." he said. Whoa! He had money, and he was gorgeous, and for some odd reason he liked me. Oh, yeah...and the smell!

"Thanks!" the bartender said.

I thought, `Now, I get it! This is a dream!' That seemed much more believable. It was all so extremely unlikely. Just like a dream.

He handed me one of the drinks. We smiled at each other. He was so handsome.

"You, know, Mike. This is the best dream I've ever had."

Mike smiled at me and said "Oh, is it?"

"Oh, yeah! Usually I dream I'm at work. I guess technically those are nightmares." Mike chuckled.

"I want you to do me a favor, Ben."

"Oh, sure! As long as it doesn't involve hundred dollar bills. In this dream I'm as poor as in real life. What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to always dream of me."

When he said that, I felt like I melted inside. No one had ever said anything remotely as romantic as that to me. I never, ever wanted to wake up.

I said sincerely, "If I have a choice, Mike, I promise you that."

Mike smiled at me.

"Do you live here, Mike?"

"No I live about fifty miles away near Lake Tawakoni."

"I've heard of the lake, but I've never been there. I'm from San Antonio. I'm in town on business."

"When do you go back?"

"Tomorrow afternoon."

"I hope I can monopolize some of the time before you leave, Ben."

I smiled at him.

"Can I ask you something, Mike?"

"Of course."

"Why did you lick me?"

Mike paused a bit before saying "Because of the way you smell. Utterly fantastic, by the way. I just had to find out if you tasted as good as you smelled. And I figured if I walked up to you and asked, you would have said no."

I suppose that made sense.

"I wouldn't have said no." Mike raised an eyebrow.

"OK. Maybe I would have. But I would have regretted it!" He chuckled.

I looked in his eyes and for a moment, I forgot where I was.

"You have beautiful eyes, Mike."

"Thanks. I could look at yours all day and night, Ben." He smiled at me and I smiled back.

Mike leaned down and whispered in my ear "You are absolutely beautiful, Ben." Then he licked behind my ear. My cock, which had stayed hard got even harder. I started to feel faint again. Mike wrapped his arms tightly around be again and he whispered, "I'll always catch you, Ben." There he went again with the romance. I really didn't have a chance of not falling in love.

Then I leaned my head on his shoulder. I didn't think about it, I just did it, and it felt wonderful. Mike sighed, so I guess he liked it too. Then he kissed the side of my head.

I lifted my head and looked around. I could see details to everything. I saw scratches on the bar. I saw a small scratch on Mike's cheek. I looked over and saw the bottom of the jeans of one of the pool players was frayed. Dreams didn't work like that, for me anyway. I thought it could actually be real! But the alien and the way he smelled and the fact that he seemed to be wild about me when he knew absolutely nothing about me still made it seem unreal. Then I laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"I was just thinking about an hour ago how boring my life was."

"Is it less boring now?"

"Yes. I have a free drink with some kind of vodka that I can't pronounce in it." Mike laughed. "I know there are a lot of K's and Z's in the name."

"I'm glad. I may buy you a drink with another kind of vodka that has even more Z's!"

"Oh, my god! My life is perfect!"

He smiled at me and I leaned my head back on his shoulder and hugged him tighter. Then I sighed.

I wonder what the bartender thought. I bet he was jealous. Or he may have been happy about the tip.

Then Mike said "I'm hungry. I skipped lunch. Would you be willing to go have a bite to eat with me?"

I smiled at him and said, "Sure."

He polished off his drink and I finished mine. We headed out of the bar. He held my hand tightly in his.

I looked at him in the light and said, "It should be a crime to look as good as you!"

"Well, I'm glad you think so. Very glad, in fact."

He pulled something out of his pocket. It looked like a car remote with more than the usual number of buttons. He pushed a button on it. Then he pushed another button and held it down for a few seconds. I assumed his car was going to beep at us or flash or something and was looking around. A big black limo pulled up in front of the bar and stopped. A big bald guy who was at least six foot six jumped out of the front seat toward us. I jumped back but Mike had my arm. The guy reached for the limo door.

"I've got it," Mike said to him. The guy got back in the car.

Mike had his arm around my waist and walked me to the car.

"This is yours?"


"Are you renting it?"

"No. It's mine." Oh, my!

Mike had his hand in the small of my back. It felt nice. Possessive, but nice. I stepped into the limo and then Mike got in and pulled the door closed.

I had never been in a limo before, but I'd seen them on TV shows and movies. Mike sat right next to me, our thighs touching, even though there was plenty of room. It felt nice. I scooted a little closer to him. That felt nicer!

"I'm in the mood for a steak. Would that be OK with you, Ben?"

I thought about how much a steak would cost. Maybe thirty dollars? I could handle that.

"Sure. That's fine with me." He pushed another button on his remote and said the name of something I guess was the restaurant and we took off.

He put his arm around my shoulders. It felt so nice I leaned into him. Then I thought maybe I shouldn't. I knew nothing about him, after all. But then I got a whiff of him. My mind switched off and I forgot all about any objections.

"So tell me about yourself, Ben."

"I have a job I don't like. I have an apartment just outside San Antonio. I went to UT Austin and I just finished paying off my college loan. I have no pets and one ex-lover, although I may have an alien in my head. Sadly, that sums up my life completely." I expected him to laugh when I mentioned the alien, but he didn't remark on it. I thought that was very odd. But he was rich and gorgeous. He could be a little odd. I knew I wasn't normal!

"You left out a lot."

I laughed. "I suppose I did. I never mentioned I was gay. You may have guessed that though."

"I was starting to wonder why you were in a gay bar. That explains it!" We laughed.

"Mike, you smell so good to me and you said I smell fantastic to you. You don't smell like cologne though. You smell..." I thought about it. "Like nothing I've ever smelled before."

Mike paused before saying "The smell has a particular significance to us. I can't explain why just yet."

"When you came into the bar, it looked like you were tracking something. What was that about? Were you just smelling me?"

Mike sighed and said "I can't explain that just yet, either."

"Tell you what, Ben. If you spend the rest of the evening with me, I promise to tell you before you go to sleep."

I thought about it. "Do you smell so good to me for the same reason you like the way I smell?"


Well, I had no plans. And I was beginning to think I would never want to say goodbye to him. Thank you, alien lady in my head! I thought.

I heard her voice "You're welcome, Ben. I think I overdid it a little with the pheromones. I was afraid you wouldn't like him enough, otherwise."

"Is that supposed to make sense to me? Wait! Let me guess! I will find out why later."

"You are so smart, despite what everyone says about you."

"Is that a joke?"

"Of course."

He was looking at me like he was expecting something. I tried to remember. Oh, yeah, spending the evening. I smiled at him and said "OK. I'll spend the evening with you."

He hugged me. I tried to remember what a pheromone was. Then I did. It was a chemical which attracted one individual to another. That must be what made him smell so good to me.

"Ben, do you still think you are dreaming?"

"I don't know. This all seems so unlikely! A rich, gorgeous man finds me in an empty bar and whisks me away in his limo. On the other hand, my dreams aren't this detailed. I suppose it could be a hallucination. There's no rational reason for all this happening."

"Maybe there is and you just don't know what it is."

"I hope so, Mike. With all my heart!"

"Why don't you just assume it's real for now."

"That's a very good plan. I don't want to let you out of my sight!"

"Would you mind if I kissed you, Ben?"

"I would like that very much."

He leaned down and our mouths met. It was indescribable. I was unaware of where I was. Only our mouths existed. Finally, reluctantly, I pulled away for air.

"Wow! That was some kiss, Mike."

"Umm. It was incredible all right. You kiss as good as you smell, Ben."

"It wasn't me, Mike."

"Maybe it's us, Ben."

I smiled at him. "Maybe." Spending the evening with him was going to be the highlight of my life, I was certain.

The limo stopped and the door opened. The big bald guy was standing there. We got out of the limo. There was a Rolls Royce in the parking lot! I freaked. I knew there were no thirty dollar steaks there! I wouldn't, couldn't tell Mike I couldn't afford it. Oh, shit! I thought.

"What's wrong Ben?" Mike sounded distressed.

Hell, I probably wouldn't have been able to afford a glass of water there!

"Ben, what's wrong? Do you want to go somewhere else?"

Anywhere Mike went was probably like this! He owned a limo! He wasn't eating lunch at McDonalds!

I whispered "Mike, I can't afford this place."

"Did you really think I was going to make you pay?"

"I don't know! Nothing even remotely like this has ever happened to me. My ex-lover and I always went dutch."

"OK, I can understand that.

"It's my treat. Really. I have no intention of making you spend any of your money. After all, I invited you."

Mike smiled at me and I smiled back.

We went into the restaurant. It was kind of odd. It was nicely decorated, but there weren't many tables. I'm surprised they let us in wearing jeans. There were no prices on the menu and I felt I should be grateful for that. I would probably have hyperventilated.

Every time I looked at Mike he was smiling. Once he was shaking his head.

"What?" I said. Then I whispered "Did I do something wrong?"

"Ben, you're perfect! You are absolutely fucking perfect!" I smiled at him.

"So what do you do at work, Ben?"

"I work for a health insurance company in the claims department. I'm in town for a training class." He nodded. "I'm a manager, which means I make about two dollars more a month than my employees." He laughed.

I thought about asking what he did, but it would probably be something about investments and old money, or running his family's business. Something I knew absolutely nothing about. I didn't ask.

"I raise gerbils," he said with a straight face. I laughed for a while.

"That must be very stressful," I said.

"Yes. Especially when their running wheel gets stuck."

I realized he said this to make me feel better about myself and my job. I thought that was really remarkably kind of him. I'd only met a couple of rich guys but they had both been unpleasant braggarts.

The steak was good, as it should have been for what it probably cost. It was not the best steak I'd ever eaten, but it was close. Actually I liked the baked potato best, but kept that to myself. He ordered a bottle of red wine and it was excellent. That was the best I'd ever tasted.

We finished and left. When we were back in the limo Mike said "I've got a full bar here. What would you like to drink?"

"Mostly I drink screwdrivers or beer. How about a screw?" After I said that I realized how it came out. I may have blushed.

"Two screws coming up." He mixed the drinks and handed me one. I took a sip.

"Is there anywhere you want to go, Ben."

"No, this is really nice. No crowds, no noise."

I was feeling a little nervous. Actually I was a nervous wreck. I had no idea what was going on. Between the alien, and Mike, and the way Mike smelled, I really was lost. And frankly, I was scared.

"Ben, I know this is hard for you. But there is absolutely nothing to be scared about. Jake really is as nice as he seems. I spent a lot of time picking him out. I know how you think and I made sure he was ideal for you. He is a good person who is lonely. And it isn't his fault that he is rich." I laughed.

"So I shouldn't hold it against him."


Mike started rubbing my palm with a fingertip, "You seem to be tensing up, Ben."

"This is very different for me. I don't even know why you like me."

Mike pulled my mouth to his and we kissed again. It was incredible, again.

I thought going back to my lonely apartment tomorrow. It would seem even lonelier now.

"What's wrong, Ben? You seem sad."

"I was thinking about returning to San Antonio."

"If returning makes you sad, don't go back."

"There's no point in even considering moving here."

"I can think of a very good point."


"Me. Us."

"How can there be an us? We just met a few minutes ago. Let's face it. I'm just a guy you picked up in a bar."

Mike sighed. "You are not just a guy I picked up. You are incredibly important to me."

"Me? Why?"

He laughed, nervously before asking, "Have you ever heard of the Vin-Ta?"

"No. Is that an American Indian tribe?"


"Is it a wine?"


"Then no."

"Let me ask you something, then. Do you feel drawn to me, like you want to be with me, but you don't know why?" I thought about it. That was how I felt.

"Yes, I would say that is exactly how I feel."

"Well, I feel the same way about you. Like I need you with me."

"Isn't that just lust, Mike?"

"Isn't lust 'wanting', not 'needing'? I've never felt this way before. Have you?"

"No, but I'm not sure what that proves."

"If you could do anything in the world, if money was no object and you could go anywhere you wanted, what would you want to do?"

I thought about it and what I wanted. What I wanted was to be with Mike. I answered him truthfully. "I would want to be here with you."

"And that's exactly how I feel, Ben. Now can you really say there's no us?"

I really didn't understand why either of us felt like that, but I did and I didn't doubt him."

"Maybe it's love at first sight, Mike."

"I don't really believe in that, Ben." I didn't either.

"Ben, will you try something for me?"

"Hmm. That's kind of vague." Mike laughed.

"What hotel are you staying at?" I told him. He pushed a button on his remote and said the hotel name.

"Do you want to finish your drink?" he asked me. I had forgotten about it. I drank some more of it.

"Ben, what I want you to try is this: when we get to your hotel, get out of the limo. Walk to your room and think about the fact that you'll never see me again. Imagine I'm going back to the bar without you. Will you do that?"

I panicked to the point of almost hyperventilating. "I thought we were going to spend the evening together. I...I don't want to go!" I did not want to leave him!

"Please do this first."

"Never see you again, before we spend the evening together?"

Mike laughed. "Exactly. Will you try it?"

I sighed. I didn't know what he was up to, but all this did seem way too good to be true. Maybe I was only the first incredible smelling man of his evening. No one as attractive as Mike had ever given me the time of day before.

"Will you kiss me before I go?"

"I absolutely insist on it."

"OK, Mike."

We kissed. If anything, it was better than before.

The limo stopped and the door opened. We were in the hotel parking lot.

"Goodbye, Mike."

I got out of the limo and walked towards the hotel. I had said goodbye to Mike. I felt an overwhelming sense of grief and hopelessness. I crumbled to the ground in tears. I began sobbing. I was still in the parking lot, but at that moment I would have welcomed being hit by a car. I wanted to die!

I smelled Mike and looked up. He was holding out his hand to me. He pulled me up and I hugged him.

"I've got you, Ben. I will never let you go if I can help it."

We walked back to the limo. When we were inside, Mike pulled me tightly into his arms and sighed. Then he said "Now you know how I will feel if you ever leave me."

"I don't understand, Mike."

"I know, Ben. You and I have a bond. It joins us together. It is not ordinary love. It's deeper than that. I was able to track you to the bar because of the bond. The smell is just one manifestation of it. There are others. The bond cannot be broken, even by death. If one of us died, the other would grieve the rest of his life.

"Ben, it was hard for me to watch you walk away, even though I knew it was probably temporary. I almost screamed for you, begged you not to go. I felt life wouldn't be worth living without you."

"So we are together from now on. Is that it, Mike?"

"I sure hope so. I don't think I would live long without you. That kind of pain would be unendurable."

"How come I never heard of this? Is it rare?"

"It's genetic. Anyone with the genes for it may experience it."

"So I inherited it?" I remembered Ar-Tan-Bey saying I inherited her.


"My parents never mentioned it."

"Tell me about them."

"My dad died of lung cancer when I was 21 and my mother drank herself to...death...So that's why she couldn't handle his death!"

"Probably. They may not have even been aware what they felt was different than what other people felt. After all, how do you measure something subjective like love? They may have thought they were just madly in love."

"That makes sense. But it isn't love is it? I think I'm falling in love with you, but my despair didn't seem to have anything to do with the depth of my love."

"No, it isn't love, yet. It's chemical. On the other hand, I've never heard of two people with the bond who weren't madly in love. My parents told me it took them about an hour. I've hoped my entire life that I would meet the person with whom I have the bond."

"So that means you and I will be madly in love, Mike."

"Absolutely, I think!" he said and I laughed.

"What about other people with the genes. Could either of us bond with one of them?"

"No. There is always only one person. I can bond only with you. No one else, whether they have the genes or not. The same goes for you.

"Ben, many people never meet their bonded mate. As I said, I've lived my life hoping to one day meet mine. I consider it a great gift. I'll never have to worry about you leaving me or being unfaithful."

"Mike, all this is a little difficult to absorb."

"I know, Ben. I've known my whole life. You found out within the last hour." I had found out a lot in the last hour.

We kissed again.

"Mike, kissing you is better than any sex I ever had."

He stroked my cheek and said, "I feel the same."

I sighed in contentment and rested my head on his shoulder.

"So what now?"

"What do you want to do, Ben?"

"Well why don't we get my things and I can check out of the hotel. Then we can go wherever you want."

"That sounds great, Ben."

I got out of the limo and Mike stayed beside it.

I started to walk away, but I missed him! I stopped and asked "Will you come with me?"

"I would love to, Ben."

"We walked into the hotel and went to my room. As soon as the door closed, I asked him to kiss me. He did. I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his shoulder. I felt inexplicably happy. He kissed the top of my head.

"Let's sit down, Mike." We sat. "Am I right in assuming that my life as I know it is over? If so, I need to turn in my notice at work."

"Not at all. We can have a long distance relationship, if you like." That held no appeal for me at all! I didn't want another one of those.

"Wouldn't I be terribly depressed without you close by?"

"Temporary absences are no problem. We would both know we would be seeing each other soon."

"What do you want, Mike?"

"I want to love you and be loved by you. And I want to take care of you."

"No sex?" He laughed.

"I would dearly love that when you're ready."

"Would you mind lying down with me?"

"Are you kidding?" He got on the bed. I got in next to him.

"This is nice."

I leaned forward and kissed him. When we pulled apart I realized his arms were around me. It was very, very nice. I reached up and felt his goatee. Then I stroked his cheek. I ran my fingers through his hair. He had thick black hair. He definitely wasn't going bald. He sighed contentedly.

A thought occurred to me. "You're not married, are you, Mike?"

"Not right now. I've been married twice."

"To women?"


I started getting angry and I backed away. Mike started stroking my head and I calmed down.

"I just got unreasonably angry about your exes. Is that part of the bond?"

"Yes. We will both always be faithful to each other. The thought of cheating on one another will make us sick."

"You have two ex-wives. Are you straight?"

"I'm bisexual. Or was. I'm not anymore."

"Have you had gay lovers before?"

"Yes. One of them recently. None of them were long-term though." I felt jealous again.

"Why do you say you aren't bisexual anymore?"

"Because of you. You are the only person I am ever going to want. That's part of the bond. So now I'm gay. I won't ever be having sex with a woman again."

"You've been very busy. How did you manage to do all that at your age? What are you? Twenty five?"

"I'm older than that. Is age important to you?"


I leaned back down and hugged him again. After that I began unbuttoning his shirt. He smiled at me while I did it. Mike had a very muscular chest. I had noticed his arms were very hairy, but when I opened his shirt I could see his chest was covered with hair.

"You're so hairy, Mike."

"Yes. It runs in the family. I'm a little surprised that you aren't."

"Aren't hairy?"

"Yeah. Does my hairiness turn you off?"

"Hell, no! I love it!"

I pressed my face against his chest and took in his scent. It made my dick throb.

I ran my hands over his chest and shoulders. Mike sighed contentedly. His muscles felt wonderful under my hands. Then I ran my hands over his back.

"You're perfect, Mike."

I leaned forward and sucked on one of his nipples. He moaned. I continued running my hands over him. I couldn't get enough of the feel of him. Then I kissed him again.

"Oh, god baby. If you keep that up. I'm going to come in my pants."

I stopped rubbing him and asked "Do you want me to live with you?"

"I would like that very much."

"I guess I should quit my job."

"Are you sure you want to quit?"

"I wanted to quit before I met you!" I laughed and he laughed too. "Now I have an excellent reason to do it."

"Should we take my things to your house? My car is here. No wait. It's at the bar."

"Do you want to ride in the limo with me? I can have someone drive the car to my house if you do."

"Would we kiss and make out in the limo, Mike?"

"Oh, yeah!"

"Limo it is. Do I give you the keys to my car?"

"That's fine."

"Well, let's get going!"

I began gathering my things around the room. Once I'd repacked everything, I was ready to go.

"Ready, Mike?"


I went to the front desk and checked out. Mike carried my bags out to the limo.

We got in the back seat. We drove to the bar and a guy I hadn't seen before got out of the front seat. Mike handed him the keys.

"What kind of car do you drive?"

"It's a silver Mustang." I pointed it out.

We drove off.

"Do you want anything to drink?"

"OK. I'll have another screwdriver." I drank it and it was very good. I wasn't going to miss cheap vodka. I was getting a buzz.

I climbed on his lap while he grinned at me. "Umm," I kissed him again.

He wrapped his arms around me.

"So you're my lover."

"Yeah. I hope so."

"Mike, there's something large and possible dangerous in your pants."

He laughed. "Well, I can't argue large, but it's never been a danger to anyone. Or maybe it has. My exes got tired of him, anyway."

"I never will."

I licked a line around his neck and then I licked his cheeks. The stubble was rough against my tongue.

"Damn, you taste good, Mike."

His scent was strong in the limo. I stopped licking. I wanted him. There and then. I needed him inside me. I felt like I was on fire.

I started unbuttoning his shirt. His shirt felt like silk. He had a big grin on his face. When I had it unbuttoned, I pulled it off him. I got down on the floor and undid his jeans. His grin got even bigger. When his pants were unzipped, I realized he wasn't wearing underwear. I tried to pull his pants off, but realized I needed to take his shoes off first. I pulled them off and then pulled his pants off. Mike raised himself up to help me get them off. Mike was then sitting naked in front of me. His scent was so intense.

"You're so beautiful, Mike. I can't believe it!"

"So are you, baby."

Mike's cock was as beautiful as the rest of him. It was big, about 8 inches long and he was uncut. His cock was pointing up towards his belly. His balls hung low and were resting on the car seat.

I leaned forward and licked him from his balls to the tip of his cock. Mike moaned. His scent filled me and my brain started to shut down. I had to have him!

I pulled his cock down and slid his foreskin down. I licked the head of his cock and ran my tongue over it. Mike continued moaning. Pre-come began flowing and I sucked it off the head. I began bobbing on it, taking as much of it as I could.

"I'm not going to last long, baby." That was fine with me. I wanted his come.

I wrapped a hand around his balls and tugged as I sucked him.

"Baby, I'm close!" I sped up a little and Mike shouted. His come began spurting into my mouth. I gulped it down and Mike continued spurting and groaning. I had never known a man to produce so much, but I kept swallowing. I wanted, needed every drop. Finally after what seemed like minutes, he slowed. His cock softened. I squeezed the remaining drops of come out of him but I wanted more. I pressed my face into his groin and smelled him deeply. I began lapping at the area between his balls and his leg. I whimpered. The smell and taste was incredible.

Mike pulled me up. "I need you Ben. I have to have your cock now!"

I kicked my shoes off and climbed up on the seat. He pulled my pants down and I got back up to step out of them. He took my cock in his mouth. He was going crazy. He alternated sucking it and rubbing it all over his face. His lust was feeding mine. I held his head and fucked his mouth. I felt him press two fingers into my hole and I came! It seemed to go on forever. It was by far the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. As it slowed, Mike cried out "Ben! I have to have your ass. Please, baby! Please!"

He spun me around and buried his face in my crack. He licked and sucked on my hole, moaning the whole time. He pushed his tongue inside me and I cried out. He lapped and licked as I moaned. Then he pulled his mouth away from my crack, grabbed my hips and pulled me all the way down onto his cock. I screamed, but the pain disappeared quickly and turned to pleasure. He wrapped his arms tightly around me while he thrust into me. He bit my ear, hard. I began orgasming, my cock was bouncing around and my come was shooting out all over everything. Mike screamed and I could feel his come spreading in me. His cock was throbbing in me as he bred me. My head was throbbing to the same beat. The pulsing of his cock set me off into another orgasm. Mike was licking behind my ear as he panted. He bit my ear again and pinched my nipples. I came again, right as my last orgasm was ending. I started to feel dizzy, then faint. I leaned my head on his shoulder and lost consciousness.