Date: Sun, 11 Oct 2009 20:20:26 -0500
From: J. M. Vincent <shyoldguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Man I Love

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The Man I Love
By: Shyoldguy

I was meeting Mark, my best friend for lunch. Mark and I had been friends
from middle school,tried to still see each other at least once a week. I
had always had feelings for him, but even now at 23, I didn't know what
they were. He and I were like brothers. We had always done everything
together, and yes we had jacked off together a few times growing up. I went
away to college, and Mark went to work for his father in their hardware
store. I was now working as an Architect in a local firm, and loved my
job. I had realized when I was at school that I missed Mark, and wanted to
spend every opportunity I could with him. I was just starting to understand
that maybe I was in love with him, and I mean more than just as a
brother. I was not sure how to handle these feelings, I was so afraid that
if he found out, I would loose him as a friend, and that would break my
heart.

It was so hard sitting across the table from him, and not touching him. I
knew that there would come a time when I would have to say something, but I
was so scared. When lunch came to an end, and I went back to work, my heart
was so heavy; I knew that I was going to have to take the risk soon. I
called him from the office, and invited him to my house on Saturday; we
could watch the game, and have a beer or two, maybe grill out some steaks.
On Friday night I cleaned my house, and changed the bed, just in case. On
Saturday morning, I showered and spent time trimming my body hair, and
getting an extra close shave. I was so nervous. I wore my tightest blue
jeans, a loose white t-shirt, and was barefoot. I thought I looked
comfortable, and a little sexy. My 7 1/2 in cock was hard all morning. That
was new, I really didn't think I was attracted to him sexually, but now
that I had dealt with how much I loved him, I guess this was natural.


When he came in he was wearing an old pair of shorts an old sweatshirt with
the sleeves cut out, and ratty tennis shoes. It was obvious that he hadn't
shaved that morning, but somehow that made him sexier. I could hardly sit
still while the game was on, and when it was over we went out back and lit
the grill to start the steaks. We sat across from each other and ate our
meal, discussing the game, work, and a bunch of other meaningless stuff. As
it started to get dark, I couldn't hold off any longer. I said "Mark, there
is something I need to talk to you about" He looked at me funny; I guess he
could tell that I was about to tell him something serious by the tone of my
voice. "Your friendship is the most important thing in my life, and I hope
what I am about to say won't change that. I would not know how to handle
loosing you as a friend." I started. I placed my hand on top of his. He
looked shocked, and looked down at my small white hand laying on his large
dark one. "Mark, I am in love with you."

He pulled his hand away, and stood up, the chair tipping over and hitting
the deck with a thud. He stood there staring at me for a full minute, and
turned away walking to edge of the deck and looked out over the yard. I
walked over behind him, my heart in my throat, and put my hand on his naked
shoulder.  He pulled away, and turned. "Don't touch me!" He yelled, as he
pushed me away. I lunged at him taking his face in my hands, and placed my
lips on his. An electrical charge went through my whole body, and my
fingers burned on his cheeks. I felt his body tense, and then relax, as my
tongue outlined his soft warm lips. He pushed me away again, and then
punched me, knocking me to the deck. "Get away from me you fag!" he yelled,
as he ran into the house, I could hear the front door slam, and his car
screech off moments latter. I lay on the deck nursing my jaw, with tears
streaming down my cheeks. I had ruined my life; I had lost the one person
that meant anything to me. My life was over.

I spent the night crying, laying on the hard boards of the deck Mark had
helped me build.  I somehow managed to live through Sunday, but was not
sure how I was going to make it through a work day knowing that I had lost
Mark, My heart was broken, what had I been thinking. Somehow, I made it
through Monday, and was closing out my day on Friday, when my phone rang. I
couldn't speak when I heard Mark's voice. "I think we need to talk this
through, can I come by the house?" "Oh yes, please Mark I am so sorry." I
stumbled. "I'll see you after work." He said in a flat voice, and hung up.

I was so nervous driving home; I thought I might wreck the car. When I
pulled in the driveway, Mark's car was out front. I went in the house, and
found him out back on the deck where all this started. I opened the door,
and stepped out. I couldn't look him in the eye. "Mark, I am so sorry, I
don't know what to say . . ." "Don't say anything." He said, "Just listen,
I have been thinking about what happened, and I am so confused. We have
been friends for years, why now? The reason I am so confused, is that I
think I feel something for you."  My heart soared. "I don't know what, but
when you kissed me, I think I felt something. I don't understand what, but
the thought of not seeing you again was just too horrible."  I wanted to
touch him so bad, but I was so scared. "Mark, I can't think of not having
you as a friend. If we can never be anything else, that will be enough. I
can't take it back though; I love you, and always will. I think I have
known for a long time, but was so afraid of loosing your friendship, so I
kept quiet. I wish now that I had never said anything, I don't want you to
be uncomfortable around me, and you will be." He walked over to me and put
his hands on each side of my face, lifting it so I was looking into his
eyes. " Bryan, I love you too." He said leaning in and gently touching his
lips to mine.

My mind exploded. He loves me! He loves me! I noticed that I had an
erection, and parted my lips as his tongue entered my mouth for the first
time. I melted into him, and his arms went around me as he held me
tight. He pulled his face away, and pushed me away, still holding me at
arms length by the shoulders. "Bryan, what does this mean for us, I have
never thought of myself as gay. I don't know what to do now. I am so
ashamed of the feelings I have for you, but I have them just the same. The
thoughts that are going through my mind, the things I want to do, and the
things my body wants to do, go against everything I have been taught. My
family would never understand." His voice was strained, and the look on his
face showed the confusion in his mind. I reached over and took his face in
my hands, leaned in, and kissed him with all the passion that was in me.
His body melted into mine, I could feel his hard cock pressing into me, as
his knees gave way, and we slowly lowered onto the deck.  I was laying
partially on top of him, our mouths welded together, and my tongue down his
throat. He moaned. He pushed me away again. "No, not yet. This is moving
way too fast." I rolled off him, and lay next to him catching my breath. He
rolled onto his side next to me. "Lets just take our time," he said " I
need some time to sort things out, ok? He asked.  "Ok, but now what?"
"Let's go some place for dinner, just the two of us."  "Like a date?"
"Yeah, why not?"


So we did. We had a good time, and it was like a date. We were both very
nervous, and shy, and when we went back to my house he walked me to the
door. "Do you want to come in?" I asked "Yes, but that is why I shouldn't,"
he said as he leaned in and gave me a light kiss on the cheek. I wanted him
so bad, but I knew I had to wait until he was ready. "I understand." I
said. "You know other than the times we jacked off together when we were
twelve I have never been with a guy." I had to tell him. "Me too." He
replied. "I have never even though about it until you kissed me last week,
and now it is all I think about." He said. I smiled, turned and unlocked
the door. "You sure?" I said holding the door open for him. "Yes, good
night. I did enjoy our date." He said smiling shyly as he walked toward his
car. I stood in the door and watched as he pulled away. I closed the door,
and leaned back on it and closed my eyes. I could not believe what had
happened in the last few hours.

I took off my shirt, and stripped down to my briefs as I was walking toward
my room.  And then, the doorbell rang. Oh, shit, I thought. Who could that
be? I went to the window, and peaked out. It was Mark; he had come back. I
opened the door in just my tight white briefs. His eyes lit up as he came
in and closed the door behind him. I threw myself into his strong manly
arms, tears running down my face. "I don't know how good I will be at
this," he said, "but I will do my best to make you happy", "You already
have." I cried. Our lips came together, and his hand slid down my back,
under the elastic of my briefs, and cupped my tight round cheek. I could
feel my dick leaking and soaking the front of my briefs. I couldn't catch
my breath, and could feel his body shaking. I knew he was not only
physically excited, but scared too. "I love you Bryan." He said.  I pulled
away from his embrace, took him by the hand and led him to my bedroom.

I stripped out of my briefs, and lay down on my back on the bed. He stood
next to the bed, a smile on his face and said, " I can't believe I am doing
this. I can't believe how bad I want to." As he unbuttoned his shirt,
shrugged it off his shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. I had seen him
without a shirt many times before, but knowing that this time I could
stroke his chest, and suck and lick his nipples drove me wild. He
unfastened his pants, and let them fall to the floor leaving him standing
in his blue and white striped boxers. His huge cock was very prominent and
straining the front of his shorts, there was a large wet spot on the
front. He stepped out of his pants and shoes, bending at the waist to pull
off his socks.

He stood in just his boxers, staring at me. His legs were muscular and
strong looking, covered in a fine layer of hair. His broad chest with a
line of dark hairrunning down to a thin streak as it went under the elastic
of his shorts. His nipples were hard, and about the size of quarters. His
skin was a dark tan getting lighter as it approached the boxers. All in
all, he was hot. "I have undressed in front of you many times," he said
"but this time a feel shy. I hope you like what you see, I never cared
before." "Oh, god, yes I like what I see, I have enjoyed it for a long
time, ever since we were little." He slid the boxers down revealing his
rock hard tool. I had not seen it hard since we were twelve; it was so much
bigger now. My he had grown. It was almost ten inches long, but still
slim. It had a nice rounded head that was leaking profusely, dripping on
the floor. He climbed into bed on top of me. Kissing me deeply on the
mouth, our bodies fitting snuggly together, our steel shafts lying next to
each other.

It must have been a natural instinct to start moving. Our hips humped
together, picking up each other's rhythm, out tongues darting in and out of
each other's mouth and throats. I am not sure who moaned, and it didn't
matter, we were one. One heart, one soul, one body moving together to an
orgasm that we had never been able to achieve, alone or with anyone else.
Nothing could compare to the feelings that flooded our bodies as the warm
flood of cum filled the space between us, dripping down my sides soaking
the white sheets of my bed.  The bed I had prepared a week ago for just
this night. The bed where I cried every night this week because I thought
this day would never come. The bed where my despair was overwhelming
because I thought I had lost Mark forever, and now, the bed where we
consummated our love. I knew now that he was mine forever. I could feel his
tears dripping down my cheeks, mixing with mine. He pushed back holding
himself on his strong masculine arms. Our groins still pressed together,
looked deep in my eyes and said. "I love you Bryan."


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