Date: Sat, 9 Aug 2014 16:39:39 -0400
From: John skehan <jaskejr@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Security

New Security

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New Security -JAS

It had been a wild six months. I had just graduated from college. My
college years had been a mixed blessing. I was away from my overly
protective mother and overly busy father. As a only child I had everything
I desired. In college I realized my own attraction to other males.
Unfortunately for me it was an all male school. My grades suffered as my
imagination and frustration occupied most of my mind.

In my senior year I finally got up the nerve to act on my desires. The
object of my frustrated lust was a good friend and the only person who I
could confide in. I told Bill I was attracted to him. He smiled and then
broke into laughter. I didn't know if he was mocking my declaration. I
trembled and started to leave. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into an
embrace. I continued to tremble and sob lightly into his shoulder.

Finally, I gained a little control. He put his hand under my chin, pulling
me up to look at him. His smile could light up any room. "I've wanted to
hear you say that for so long. Our closeness and long talks made my heart
ache.", he softly whispered into my face. He pulled me to his lips,
tenderly kissing me. I pulled away from him, startled. I had no idea how he
felt. I stood there with my arms around him and his arms holding me
tight. I started to sob again, this time from relief. He sat me down on my
single bed, sitting next to me.

I was too stunned to speak so he filled in after a few minutes of silence
between us. "Do you remember riding with me in my car? I kept trying to
grab your knee when I shifted gears. You pulled away. I was hoping that
you'd relax enough to tell me how you felt. But you didn't. I didn't wanted
to drive you away in case you were not interested in a physical
relationship with me." he stated calmly. I stammered "But you dated all
those hot girls. I knew you wouldn't be interested in me. I'm not
handsome. Not like you, your looks could get anyone you wanted. Why me?"

He rolled me onto my back, looking into my eyes. I looked into his crystal
blue eyes and his blond hair falling over his face. He kissed me deeply
this time. I held onto his neck. "I have a confession to make. I never had
sex with any of those girls. It was only for show. Did you ever see me go
out with any of them on a second date? My family expects me to get married
and I intend to put that off as long as possible." he said bluntly. I knew
his family well. They were old line Catholics. They would never accept a
gay son. One of his cousins was a well known homophobic archbishop.

This happened just six weeks before our graduation. My roommate and his
were busy and seldom in the dorm. We did not have sex for the first few
nights, preferring just hold each other and talk about our lives, our
mistakes and our feelings for each other.

When I finally asked him to take my virginity he was reluctant to hurt
me. He told me that he never wanted to see me in pain. I convinced him that
I wanted to feel him inside of me, to feel his love flowing into me. He
sobbed in my arms saying, "But what happens after that?" I knew that our
paths would likely not cross often. I told him quietly, " It is the only
gift I can give you. I will cherish that moment, that feeling forever." We
kissed deeply.

As with first times with any two inexperience men , it was clumsy. It took
many wonderful tries for us to get it perfect. But when we both got our
rhythm down we both enjoyed each other's body. He took my virginity
and surrendered his to me. It was time for our finals, so using that as an
excuse, we changed room mates to -- study'. Each night we studied for
2 hours, made love for an hour, then went back to our books. In those few
weeks we pulled many all -night sessions.

Our exams were finished and we had a week before graduation. Bill suggested
that we go away for a few days. He had heard of a secret gay camp near the
school. There we could be together and make love without fear. It was
secluded on a few hundred acres in the mountains. He had already called
them. So I took the leap.

For three days we made love to each other-stopping only to eat and sleep in
each other's arms for a few hours a night. But our paradise was to come to
an end as graduation day approached. We returned to the campus to prepare
for the final, our final, ceremony. Each of us tried to keep a brave face
knowing that the real world was staring us right in the face.

Parents, proud of their offspring, flooded the town and the campus. There
were to be the usual graduation parties before that day came. We both
attended, sometimes arriving together. My heart ached because I knew I
might lose the one person who understood me. I wanted to hold him in front
of everyone. But in those days such actions would bring disgrace..

As we dressed, robed, for the ceremony we were both in tears. Each of us
knew that despite all the promises we would make our future was not in our
hands. We shared one last kiss before leaving our dorm room, holding back
the tears we felt. Parents were waiting outside to cameras ready to take
pictures. I introduced Bill to my parents and he introduced me as his best
friend to his. We all walked to the great lawn to march into graduation..

For me the joy of the occasion was dimmed by the reality of my situation.
After it was over there were tears streaming down my face. Most thought
they were from the joy. I saw Bill one last time as we later packed up our
rooms. There were too many people around for one last kiss. All of my
friends exchanged addresses and promised to stay in contact. Most knew that
might not be possible.

I went home with my parents to face my future. Bill and I exchanged letters
for a few weeks. He told me of the pressures from his family for him to
marry and join the family business. I told him of my unhurried job search
and how much I missed the freedom and friendship of our campus days. We
managed to meet for one weekend in New York. After that I did not hear from
him until I got an invitation to his wedding. My heart was broken!

My own life at home was not pleasant. My grandparents had both died six
months before my graduation. One followed the other by only a few weeks.
I'd taken time off for the funerals. I had returned to campus to
expressions of condolences. But school life soon overtook me. Bill and my
roommate comforted me on my loss. I had then wrapped myself in my
studies. Now that I was home my parents decided that I should know the
truth. My grandparents had both named me in their wills as the sole
beneficiary of their estates. I was their only grandchild and now worth
many millions. I knew that they had money but never bothered to wonder how
much.

Knowing the times, my father insisted that I needed protection, security. I
was installed in my grandparents palatial New York apartment. I suddenly
had servants and even a secretary. My attorney had interviewed numerous
security firms before narrowing it down to two for my decision. I had never
interviewed anyone in my life. My secretary brought me briefing books to
prepare me.

Each interview in the presence of my secretary and my father played out as
would be expected. But the second firm struck me for some reason. I asked
them to return for a second, private interview. On the appointed day three
men arrived at my apartment. One of them I recognized from the first
interview. The other two, very handsome and formidable looking men, seemed
not to relax. I explained that I valued my privacy and did not want to be
constantly shadowed. I was bluntly told that my wealth meant that I would
need 24 hour security. I was introduced to the two men, Tim and Roger, who
would lead my security team. I stumbled at the mention of a team.

The older man left me with the two men and I knew that I would have to be
honest with them to make their job easier. Sitting in a chair facing them
both sitting on the sofa, I stammered that I thought I was gay. That I
wanted to keep my private life out of the press. They both smiled, leaning
back on the sofa. I looked at them not knowing what to expect. One of them
took the lead saying. "I suspected that but rest assured it will not bother
us. You see we are lovers and have been since serving in the military.".

We all relaxed and talked for another ten minutes before I called the older
man back in. I announced that I would like them to handle my personal
security if these two would be the lead agents. One or both would be
required to live on the premises with an agreed upon scheduled days off. We
all shook hands and I immediately called my attorney to make the necessary
arrangements.

Roger and Tim moved into one of the many spare bedrooms the next day. I
left all security matters up to them. They were assisted by a rotating team
of 8 other men. Subtle changes were made to the apartment, a new car was
ordered, and some staff who had been with my grandparents retired. I was
left with a housekeeper/cook, a butler/valet, and a part time cleaner. Tim
and Roger took over the duties of driving me around and escorting me. I set
up two offices in the apartment with the latest technology - one for me and
one for the security team. They were in some of the many empty rooms of the
12 room apartment. The building security was upgraded, at my expense. Many
tenants were thankful for that, others not so.

My own schedule was filled with visitors. Some had been friends of my
parents and grandparents. Others were not too subtly trying to coax me into
dubious investments. My secretary soon began to regulate visitors at the
insistence of the security staff. A lot of people were directed to present
any financial matters to my attorney. Personal visits were kept to only a
few, set times each week.

With matters in hand I settled into a regular routine. Most nights I dined
alone or with my secretary and the two lead security men. My parents had a
set invitation to dinner once a week. Overall my life was pretty set. I did
miss Bill. Occasionally I'd talk to Tim and Roger about my gay life,
college, and Bill. I had not had many outside gay contacts. I had lost
contact with many of my college friends. My neighbors maintained a
respectful distance. Sometimes I wished that I was a regular guy with an
everyday job and a normal life.

One Friday some two months after I moved into the apartment I was eating
with just Tim. Roger was elsewhere. "I've noticed that you are not happy,
given all you have", he suggested. I was stunned, "Am I that obvious?" I
asked him. "We both have noticed and are worried. It's difficult for you to
make true friends with all of your money and we understand that. Most gay
men in your situation are much older. There are few young and even those
are closeted and perhaps married." Tim told me. I valued the advice of both
of these men. They were now the people closest to me.

Later that night over cognacs both men sat with me in front of a fireplace.
We talked of many things and gay society in the city in general. I had
little to contribute since I had never been in a gay venue in the city. The
fact was that since that time at the gay camp with Bill I hadn't thought of
going out. Tim suggested that we go out the next night to a gay club in the
village. He knew of two of their team who were gay and would join us. I
imagined myself surrounded by four gay security men in a gay club. I
wondered if I would stand out like a sore thumb. But I agreed to give it a
try.

Saturday came and the first surprise was the outfit brought to me by
Roger. It was not something that I would normally wear-well worn jeans, a
flannel shirt, leather jacket, and work boots. I dressed and went out to
the living room. My four guys were dressed similarly. My second surprise
came when we left the building. Instead of my usual car, we walked to a
nearby subway station. I had only ridden the subway a few times. The guys
explained that I was safer and less obvious on the subway than in an
expensive car.

Exiting the subway we walked a few blocks to a gay sports bar. It was
crowded and there were certainly a wide variety of people there. None of
them looked gay! My boys ushered me to the bar and ordered drinks-bourbon
for me and cokes for them. I leaned against the bar to look at the clients
of the bar. Tim and Roger stood on either side of me,

sometimes commenting. The other two stood nearby. I watched the
interactions of the men in the bar. They all seemed happy to be there.

After a little while the bartender came up to me with a drink, saying "The
gentleman over there sent this to you." He pointed to a fine man , a few
years older. I accepted the drink and nodded thanks to him. A few minutes
later he walked over and introduced himself. I introduced myself and my two
friends, Tim and Roger. We exchanged small talk for a few minutes before he
asked if we would like to go to a private party. I looked at Tim and he
shook his head no. The man took the hint and walked away.

We finished our drinks and Dale, one of the other security men, suggested
that we go to another nearby bar. We walked the few blocks and entered a
dark bar. The front windows were blacked out and covered with thick
curtains. Dale explained that this was one of the oldest leather bars in
New York. Again we spread out with Dale replacing Tim and Roger at my
side. He explained various things about the leather culture of New York. He
pointed out the insignia of various leather clubs hanging on the walls.

A few men were playing pool in the back of the bar. I decided to go over to
watch. It was the only well lit place in a rather dark bar. As my eyes
adjusted I noticed small groups of men standing in the shadows around the
pool table, some singles among them. In the corner I saw a familiar but
slightly forelorn face- Bill. He was sitting on an upturned barrel watching
the pool game. I stopped so suddenly that Dale bumped into me, grabbing my
waist to steady himself. Roger and Tim quickly moved over to us. I leaned
over to Tim saying "That's my Bill, from school." There was a brief
conference among the three security men. They split up and I noticed them
moving around Bill. Dale, who had heard my comment, nudged me on.

I approached Bill with some caution. He looked up, surprised at seeing
me. He acknowledged me with a smile and a nod of his head. I looked around
to see all four of my men smiling. I just stood in front of Bill, not
knowing what to say. He pulled me closer and whispered "Do you want to go
someplace where we can talk?" I looked around at my smiling team. They
nodded in the affirmative. I nodded, yes to Bill. He took me by the elbow
moving to the door. As soon as we were outside my four companions joined
me. Bill was stunned by four, very muscular men standing with me. I just
said, "I'll explain over coffee. Dale is there someplace quiet nearby for
coffee?" He pointed to the corner where there was a small coffee shop.

In the coffee shop Bill and I settled into a corner table while my
"friends" took another, nearby table. An obviously gay waiter came to our
table first. We ordered two coffees. He turned to the other table. Seeing
the men there, he said "Hi Dale, Who are your handsome studs?" Dale blushed
and introduced the other three. They ordered coffees also. So ok, Dale was
a little more familiar with the gay scene than we thought.

Bill and I sat, hands touching, staring at each for long, silent minutes. I
decided that my curious nature would take over. I began, "I got the invite
to your wedding." Our coffees came. Giving him time to think. " It never
happened. She ran off with a band member. I was glad about it but played
the role of a jilted bridegroom." he stammered. "I moved here and got a job
in publishing, far away from my family. I have a tiny apartment over a
grocer, on the lower west side". he explained. That would explain why he
had no ring or ring shadow on his finger.

It was my turn. In my best Ricky Ricardo accent I began "Got some s'plainin
to do. You remember my grandparents' death? I was the only grandchild on
that side of the family. They decided for very complicated tax reasons to
skip a generation and leave their money to me. I never knew that they were
very rich. They were just my grandparents who bought me nice toys. I also
got their West Side apartment where I now live. So now , six month after
graduation, I have a staff and these security guys. This was my first time
out in a gay bar." I paused to let that all sink in..

Bill just stared down at his cup. Finally, he looked up at me. " I'm sorry
I hurt you. That's something I never wanted to do. I loved you with my
whole heart, still do. Seeing you in that bar tore me up. Thoughts of you
with any other man raged inside of me. You're mine and only mine." he
sputtered rather loudly in a single breath. I glanced over his shoulder at
my guys. I got the thumbs up from all four of them and smiled back.

I then turned my attention to Bill before speaking. He looked broken,
miserable, a man in despair. I lifted his hand to my lips asking "Would you
like to go to my place to start all over?" He looked up, stunned at my
words, and just shook his head, yes. I stood, offering him my hand. My
watching team all stood at the same time. I formally introduced them to
Bill as we walked to the subway. They were all smiling broadly as we rode
the train uptown to a new beginning for me. To any outsider we looked like
a bunch of college kids going home after a night out.

At my place I asked Dale if he and the other man wanted to stay? They
looked at each other with lust in their eyes and said "Hell, Yes, boss!"
Later as Bill and I lay in bed I could hear the guys moaning in the rooms
on either side, going at it like dogs in heat. Bill and I added our own
chorus to theirs.

For the next 24 hours Bill and I lived in a blissful dream, planning our
future. We were surrounded by love and secure knowing that we had been
given what few had ever been given - second chance at love.

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