Date: Mon, 5 May 2014 17:37:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dave Ledge <mikedave01@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mr. Lemire and me part 5

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From "Mr. Lemire and Me, Part 4"

"It was full dark when we awoke.  I felt Gˇrald's hard cock against
mine. A piss hard on?  I couldn't see his expression but felt him laughing
against me.  And then my stomach grumbled, followed by his.  I started to
laugh, too.  `We're acting like teenagers, instead of responsible, mature,
men, Mr. Lemire', I scolded.  `And ain't it grand', he responded.  `But
let's attend to some needs before others', he added.  He got out of bed and
stretched, showing off his incredible body.  I got out of bed, too, and
tried to copy him.  We both went to full erections, admiring each other.  I
could tell he was trying to decide whether to change his mind about what
needs should come first.  However, as our stomachs growled again, he
reached into his closet and pulled out a light blue robe.  He tossed it to
me and pulled out a royal blue one for him.  We dressed and he led me out
into his dining room, where a cold buffet awaited our dining pleasure.  He
smiled at my astonishment and said, `Sometimes being the boss has its
advantages.'  He then sobered up.  `Let's eat and talk about us.  I think
we need to.'  I had to nod in agreement.  It was time to talk about us."

As always, the food was excellent.  We helped ourselves to thinly cut
slices of roast beef with a wonderful horseradish sauce. The potatoes were
lyonnaise and white asparagus completed the main course.  Tomato slices
over fresh spring greens added color to the plate and a balsamic
vinaigrette added flavor as well.  The wine had already been decanted for
us, but its bouquet was that of a very good pinot noir.  From Oregon or
Burgundy?  Dessert was a platter of fine French cheeses and excellent
baguette.  The water was sparkling, probably from France as well.

We deliberately didn't talk about anything serious during the meal.  We
tried to joke a bit and our conversation included "double entendres" about
the incredible sex we'd had earlier in the afternoon.  However, the
seriousness of what was to come did cast a bit of a pall over what should
have been a celebration of finally fulfilling ourÉourÉourÉ That
was the problem, wasn't it?  What word should follow our?  I was unsure of
the answer and guessed Gˇrald was, too.

After we finished our cheese, Gˇrald uncorked a very nice French
champagne and poured us both flutes to sip on.  We sipped in silence for a
few minutes.  He eventually looked me in the eye.  We studied each other's
expression and then each other's body.  He certainly looked wonderful I
thought, in his dark blue robe matching his eyes.  His masculine face was
framed by his dark hair.  Some of his dark chest hair peeped out from the
neckline of his robe.  Strong legs appeared at the bottom of robe.  I knew
he was seeing my blond hair, hairless chest, and light blue eyes matching
my robe.  I waited for him to speak.  I had a feeling his story would be
much more interesting than mine.

Eventually he cleared his throat and began.  "I'm now 61 years old, as you
know, Steven.  For a man of my generation and heritage, there was no
question about marrying or not.  There was only the question of when and to
whom. The word "gay" was unknown.  When I was 30 I got married to a
fantastic woman.  Even though it upset both our families we decided not to
have children."  He stopped.  He stared into the distance, reliving the
past.  "After the first couple of years, it was clear something was wrong.
We had both enjoyed sex at first, but our sex life slowly diminished.  Sex
became a routine, perhaps even a chore.  Yet, we did continue to have sex."
He stopped again, evidently trying to decide how many details to give me.
He gave me a brief smile that lit up the room and went straight to my
heart.

His expression then became more somber.  "I think I knew, at some level,
that I wanted something different and something more.  But that wasn't
something I was willing to admit."  He stopped and looked at me.  "Does
this make sense, Steven?"  "Yes, Gˇrald", I answered.  "And I am sure I
already know what you were looking for!"  He looked at me at first with
surprise and then burst out laughing.  "Well, after today, I guess you do!"
he said.  He laughed again and said, "Well the forty-year old me was not as
perceptive as the fifty-year old you!"  His eyes became reflective once
again as he told me his story.  "I hope this doesn't sound too ridiculous,
but I finally realized what I was looking for at an out-of-town meeting."
I merely nodded so that he would go on.  "Let me try to figure out how to
tell this with enough, but not too much detail", he said.  I again nodded.
He looked at me deeply, obviously trying to decide how to tell the next
part of his story and how it would affect me.  While part of me was a bit
worried about what he was going to say, another part of me warmed,
realizing how much he cared about how I would react to it.  He seemed to
have to pull himself together a bit and then went on.  "About a year before
this meeting we had someone new join the company.  At that time I was a
middle manager.  Senior management had already told me they had seen
promise in me.  While I never thought then I'd wind up as CEO at the
company, I knew I'd be in the upper levels of management.  When this new
dynamic guy joined the company a year before the meeting I was a bit
worried and even a bit jealous at first.  He was good, really good.  He was
really good with people.  He could put pretty much anyone at ease.  I guess
I could even say he was charismatic."  While part of me was hanging on to
every word and guessing where this was going, part of me couldn't help but
note the past tense and the "was".  Gˇrald was still talking.  "He was a
lot of things I wasn't.  I've not easy with other people like he was.  I
tend to keep my distance and be more formal in my relationships."  Except
when you're not I retorted in my mind!  Once again my expression must have
told him what I was thinking since he barked out a brief laugh.  "But that
is because of him."  He spent a moment remembering and then said, "I think
Alan knew from the get-go that I was uneasy around him.  I mean, he was not
only charismatic, but was very good-looking, with his blond hair and manly
body."  Oh shit, I thought.  Oh crap.  Gˇrald was not looking at me on
purpose now as he continued.  "However, I must have been very obvious in my
uneasiness.  Alan turned his charm on me then.  He made sure that we talked
often, and not just about business and the company.  He learned about my
French Canadian/Quˇbˇcois heritage.  He learned about my love of good
food and wine.  He learned that I had been a champion swimmer at college.
He noticed that, while I wasn't fat, I had a gut. Yeah, me, Steven", he
responded to my surprise.  "Yeah, I had a gut.  It wasn't pretty.  He
started to encourage me to join his gym since it had a pool.  He was
persuasive enough that I did. I have to admit I almost never went back
after my first swim there. I could only swim at a fraction of the speed I
used to. I was really depressed that evening.  I looked in the mirror and
saw this out-of-shape middle-aged man.  When had that happened, I wondered.
After staring at myself and thinking, I finally realized I had a choice.  I
could continue like I was doing or I could take charge of my life and get
into shape.  And then I realized I didn't have a choice actually.  I had to
get back into shape.  And I did.  It took a real effort and months of work.
But when I looked into the mirror again before leaving for the out-of-town
meeting, I had to smile and laugh at myself.  I looked good!"  He laughed
at seeing my vigorous nod of approval.  "And I have kept that shape since."

There was a pause then as Gˇrald prepared to tell me the next step in
his story.  Again he looked reflective, remembering the past.  When he
began to talk again it was a bit abrupt, "I don't know if Alan engineered
it or not, but suddenly he and I were sharing a room at the meeting we were
both attending.  Normally middle managers at the company get a room to
themselves at meetings and conferences.  But this was the biggest meeting
in our field for the year and this was the meeting hotel.  So, the
management of the hotel regretted quite politely that Alan and I would have
to share a room.  Well, why not I thought.  It would be just us guys after
all. It's not like I'd have to worry about sharing a room with a woman and
my wife finding out."  He stopped again and grinned a bit of a shy grin.
"Little did I know!" he said.

"The first day of meetings went well.  Alan sat near me and we exchanged
comments often about the presentations.  He often would touch my shoulder
or back when making a point.  Looking back on it, I should have picked up
some cues, but just didn't.  Anyway, I was enjoying hearing his ideas and
comments.  He really was a smart guy with a good analytic mind.  I don't
mind saying I was learning from his insights, too.

At dinner a small group of us from the company went out to what turned out
to be a super Italian restaurant.  It was `real' Italian food and a
revelation.  I hadn't experienced much real Italian food, with its emphasis
on very fresh and well-sourced ingredients, and light sauces that enhanced
rather than covering up the ingredients as well as fresh pasta.  The wines
were also great and we even had glasses of grappa as well as cappuccino and
tiramisu to end a wonderful meal that took hours to consume."  He stopped
and his expression again became quite distant.  "I wasn't used to drinking
that much.  While I wasn't drunk, I certainly wasn't sober either.  Alan
sat next to me in the taxi on the way back to the hotel.  His leg kept
rubbing up against mine and he became increasingly physical in touching me
when making his points in an argument we hadŃabout what I no longer
remember.  And I was just drunk enough to start to touch him back when
making my own points, without really thinking about what I was doing.

When we got back to the hotel he and I sort of held each other up as we
made our way back to our room.  We didn't really need to, but it felt warm
and good to do it.  I suddenly realized I might have a real friend here in
Alan.  I'd never been that close to many people, especially guys.  I always
thought of guys as competitors.  But as I thought back over the year since
he arrived at the company, he had always been really nice to me.  He had
helped me with my work.  He was the guy who helped me get back into shape.
And he was a great guy, too, I also realized.  Smart, funny, and really
good-looking, too.  Hey, stop, I suddenly thought.  Where did that come
from?  Anyway, we made into the room.  It was late now and we had a
breakfast to go to early in the morning.

Alan immediately started to strip.  Despite myself, I watched.  He did it
quickly and carefully.  As each layer of his body was revealed to me for
the first time, I couldn't help but admire and also envy him.  Very soon he
was totally naked in front of me.  I was sort of incredulous.  Who knew
that under his suits he had the body of a god?  He noticed my expression
and laughed at me.  He then did some body builder poses, showing off his
body.  Wow, he looked like Michelangelo's David, I realized, but a very
blond version.  It also finally dawned on me that even his penis was
beautiful and looked half hard at least!  He smiled at me, a naughty smile,
and said, `OK, Gerald, your turn.  I want to see what my gym did for you.'
I automatically started to strip for him, a little bit dazed, and still a
bit drunk.  Soon, I was just as naked as he was. `Very nice', he said, with
evident approval.  He came right up to me and asked, "May I?'  I
automatically nodded yes, not quite following what was happening.  He
lifted up my arms and had me pose to show off my biceps and felt them with
evident pleasure.  He then took my hands and had me feel his hard biceps,
too.  After that he started to explore my naked body with his hands and
pulled my hands to him so that I would do the same thing.

I had never felt a naked man before and certainly had never had a naked man
feel me up either!  It felt so strange, but so right, too.  Alan's hardness
and muscles felt so very good.  His sculpted, hairless chest was a
revelation.  And when I touched his pink nipples, he moaned with pleasure.
A few seconds later when he tweaked my dark nipples, I understood why!
Damn!  I had never thought about my nipples before, but damn that felt
great!  I moaned, too.  He chuckled a bit and said, `Gerald, I love your
hard, hairy chest and your big nipples.'  I heard myself answer, `Alan you
have a beautiful chest and nipples.'  Where did that come from I wondered
again?

Eventually our exploration got down to our cocks.  When he touched my cock
I moaned again and it shot straight out toward him.  His responded
similarly when I touched his.  He interrupted our exploration when he said,
`Wow, Gerald.  Your cock is everything I hoped it would be.'  He then
lifted our hands up so that he brought our naked bodies together in a naked
hug. He looked at me searchingly and finally said, `Well in for a penny, in
for a pound.'  He then proceeded to kiss me with passion!  Holy shit I
thought to myself!  It was like someone had just tasered me!  My whole body
went into shock.  My cock was now throbbing, too and I knew I was on the
verge of cumming!  He must have realized that, too, because he suddenly
said `Oh no you don't.  Not yet.  I've waited an entire year for this!'  He
released me and then led me to his bed.  He turned down the covers and drew
me into his arms, gently and softly.  And once again it felt so right to be
in his arms, as if we had been made for each other.  We stroked each other
softly and carefully, just enjoying the feeling of being together.  Finally
he said, `we've got to get to sleep.  It's late and tomorrow's breakfast is
early.  Let's enjoy this for now and make love tomorrow night.'  I didn't
really understand what he was saying but nodded anyway, still dazed and
overwhelmed by what was happening.  He then scooted down and took my cock
in his mouth!  Holy shit, once again!  No one had ever done that to me
before either!  That felt so great!  As sensation after sensation rocked me
I dimly really his hard cock was right in front of my mouth.  Well, in for
a penny, in for a pound, I thought quoting Alan.  I took his cock into my
mouth and tried to duplicate what he was doing to me.  I must have done
something right, because I realized he was moaning and suddenly realized I
had been moaning ever since he took me into his mouth.

Too soon, I hit the moment of no return.  Everything tonight overwhelmed
me.  I came off his cock just long enough to say, `I'm cumming!'  `Me,
too', he hummed back.  And in seconds we both started to blast in each
other's mouths!  Incredible, I thought!  The best orgasm I had ever had!
It took forever to come down from the high.  I swallowed what I could of
his blast but it came too fast and furious for me to swallow it all.  I
dimly realized he scooted back up to be face to face.  But it again felt
right when he opened my mouth to his and had us taste the remnants of each
other's cum as we softly kissed and held each other's body tightly
together.

I woke the next morning to a piss hard on and the incredible feeling of
Alan's masculine nakedness next to me.  I don't think we let each other go
even once during the night.  Something profound and life-changing had
occurred last night.  I knew I would never be the same again.  And I nodded
to myself, accepting that.  Last night had felt right and this morning felt
right.  I now felt complete.  That missing hole in my life had just been
filled."

Gˇrald ran down then.  "The rest of the weekend was amazing.  I never
came down to earth.  When I told my wife on Monday, she was not surprised.
She was extremely sad and we both cried, but she wasn't upset.  After much
discussion we couldn't see any reason to get divorced.  In fact in time the
three of us started to do things together.  After adding a female friend of
hers to our group we started to travel and vacation together even, although
I think we did confuse some bell hops when the men roomed together and the
women roomed together.  We all became excellent friends.  When she and Alan
both died from different cancers a few years ago within months of each
other, I was equally upset and bereaved by both of their deaths.  I decided
then to live alone for the rest of my life without them."  But then he
finally looked me in the face.  "That was until this blond guy gave a
presentation to the company last month."

The tears had been flowing as Gˇrald finished his long explanation.  But
now we were both able to give each other a watery smile.  We hugged each
other then and just held each other.  No words were necessary.