Date: Thu, 17 Apr 2014 16:57:35 -0400
From: preecherdave@gmail.com
Subject: Unexpected

Unexpected

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"Come on Jamie, come with us. It is only an evening and I'll dance with you
and so will the other guys.  You haven't been out for weeks ... or longer."

I knew that Tom was trying his best to get me in gear. It was almost two
months and still, I just had no desire. I had my firm, some concerts and
supper parties but a night out at the club. Ah shit.

"I just don't feel like it!"

"This time I am not taking no for an answer. I'll be around at 8:30 to pick
you up and you had better be there. I'll search you down. I have the latest
tech and I can find you anywhere. Remember I have a key to your house."

I started to laugh, well chuckle. Tom could be so damn persistent and he
probably would spend hours searching me down. He was my best friend. I knew
that he cared.

"OK, you win. I'll go but I won't enjoy it and I, I'll be a downer for the
group."

"We'll take the chance. Get on those sexy jeans and that wonderful form
fitting blue shirt and we'll see that you hook up with some hot guy."

"Please ... Tom ... don't." I heard a sigh at the other end of the line and
a 'just kidding'. "I'll come but just let me take it slowly. Your a great
guy and I won't spoil the night. Promise. Thanks for the call."

Why was I in such a funk? Well a couple of months ago, I had been taken
totally by surprise when my partner, the guy who I trusted, had just
broadsided me. I remember that morning almost as if I was there now.

Two Months Earlier

Friday night we had had an active session in bed after a night at the club
but the next morning, Colin was up out of bed without any indication that
he was interested in a repeat. That was strange in itself as Colin had a
very active libido and usually after a hot session like last night, he was
ready for another go. I found him in the kitchen making coffee. He gave me
a perfunctory kiss. He seemed a little quiet for him and acted as if there
was something on his mind. We ate breakfast with only a few words as we
read the Globe and Mail on our iPads. Not totally unusual but he seemed
distant as if he were miles away.

His first word set me back. He called me James. He had been the one who,
after a few months of intimacy, had told me that James was too formal and
he wanted to call me Jamie. It had caught on with all my friends.

"James, I have some news for you." He paused as if trying to find the right
words.  "I have been offered a new job and I have accepted it."

"Wonderful! I hope it is a promotion. You have been working hard these last
months and I hope now I shall see more of you." He had had a lot of late
nights at work and several weekends out of town on company business.

There was a look on his face; he hadn't told me everything. "The look on
your face tells me that there is more."

"It is in Toronto at head office."

"When and for how long?"

"Mid this coming week and permanent."

I felt like a balloon that had been full and pricked by a sharp
pin. Explosively deflated. Toronto was hundreds of kilometres away. He
hadn't consulted me. A job like this just doesn't appear overnight. This
had to have been in the works for weeks. He had planned this for weeks and
didn't bother to tell me until the last moment. I was not part of his
planning because I wasn't part of his plan. He was dumping me.  Christ,
what a way to say goodbye to a lover after almost a year. We were fucking
living together. I thought that we had a strong relationship. I guess my
real feeling was that I had been punched in the stomach. I was so angry and
humiliated that I didn't even want to lash out. It was futile; it was a
done deal. I wasn't even sure if he knew what he had done to me. On instant
reflection, of course he did. He had planned it this way. Live with me and
then drop the bomb just at the final moment. Very convenient for him.

The emotions, humiliation, raw hurt, anger were all running through my
mind. Strangely, I had become very calm. Maybe it was the calm before the
storm. Then escape. I wanted out of the house that I had taken him
into. Escape as fast as possible. Figure out where to go when I was out.

I stood up and looked him square in the eye. "Hmm, I guess I know where I
stand with you." I turned and walked out of the dinning area.

"Jamie ...."

Turning just my head, as I had no intention of standing talking to him, "I
think that you have done too much and said enough for now." The tears were
too close and that I was not going to do that in front of him. Enough
humiliation for one day.

I packed some clothes and toiletries so that I was free to stay away for a
while, if I wanted. I grabbed my laptop, tablet and phone. It was early
July and I even remembered the forecast, possible rain so I took a light
waterproof jacket from the hall. He must have heard me there. I heard him
approach and saw him turn the corner to the entrance way.

"Jamie, where are you going?"

"Out!"

"We have to talk."

"No we don't! You have said all that needs to be said." Then sarcastically,
"So cleverly, tastefully and thoughtfully done. Convenient though, for
you."

I opened the door and left an opened mouth Colin trying to say something
but not succeeding, his mouth opening and closing like a guppy floundering
in water. The door closed with a bang; I guess I was angry. I was in my car
and the tears came. After I calmed down, I did the first thing that came to
mind; I called Tom.

"Tom, I coming over and I warn you that it is not going to be a good
visit." To his questions, "No nothing to do with you. You are my safe
harbour."

He opened the door. I grabbed him and the deluge of tears started
again. "Oh shit, Tom, I'm sorry. The bastard just dumped me."

We sat over coffee and I told Tom and Eric, his partner, the whole, ugly
story. They were outraged and said the right things. It was a comfort to
know that you had friends who cared. They tried to get at Colin's
motives. I simply said that he decided to leave and waited until the last
minute to tell me so that it would be easier for him.

Later in the morning, the telephone rang and Tom answered it. "Yes he is
here .... No he doesn't want to talk to you .... Look you stupid bastard
you planned this move for a long time without consulting your partner. You
waited til the last minute and then just dropped it on him. As he said to
me, he wasn't part of the planning and so he is not part of the plan. How
could you do this to a guy who thought that you cared for him?" Tom
listened for a time. "He will be back to HIS place when he is back to his
place. I don't know the answer to your questions. Just get yourself ready
to move and I suspect that he won't want any of your stuff left at his
place .... Colin, it is his place. You have no lease. You are leaving the
city. Don't expect him to be a fucking backup in case your plans don't work
out." He hung up.

"Stupid bugger. There, I was the bad cop. You can play whatever role you
feel that you want to play."

"Thanks Tom. We'll talk about what he said later. Could I st ...."

Eric, came up to me and with a hug, "You can stay as long as you need
to. Well not more than a week." Big smile and kiss on the cheek from
Eric. Wow, I loved these guys.

I finally worked off some of my anger and started my long decline into
lethargy. Oh, I went back to the house the next day, Sunday, and luckily
Colin had left so I had the day to make myself ready for my first meeting
with him. I could see evidence of packing and I noticed that several things
had been taken out of the house. Good. As much as it hurt, I knew that I
wanted him gone. Knowing him, I would get a long story of how hard the
decision was and how he intended to keep a distance relationship but I knew
that was all cover. I hated myself for it but I had spent some time on
Saturday morning looking over his gmail account. I found emails, rather
blunt, erotic emails, that indicated that he had met someone more
interesting in Toronto at the head office. I guess the business trips were
more exciting than he told me. He was a louse twice over. I would not even
bother to mention the emails to him but it made my resolve like steel.

He finally come back in the very late afternoon with apologies and
supper. I told him that I was eating out with friends and would see him
Monday after work to work out the details. To his protestations, I told him
that he was away all day and I was out tonight. I decided that I would be
in control now. I came home late that evening and slept in the study on the
couch. I was not in the best of moods that Monday at breakfast or after
work but we set a timetable. He left late in the week with nothing of his
left in the house. He had slept in the study for the remainder of his
stay. It was bitter sweet to say the least. It had been a tense, lonely
week but no tears were shed at his departure. In fact, that morning of his
departure, when I left for work, I had deliberately not let him touch me
when I said a curt goodbye. He actually looked a little lost. No pity.

Then it slowly hit me over the weeks. What kind of guy was I? I had given
myself and my affection to a guy and he had walked away with no
consideration for my feelings. I could see some of the signs after the fact
but nothing at the time. It really does something bad to ones ego and self
image. I found myself not wanting to meet people and only accepted
invitation that I had to. The worst was that I had lost trust in people in
general and other available males in particular. I knew that my friends
were worried but I seemed unable to rouse myself. I had thought several
times of seeing my doctor but I even put that off.

Present

So tonight. My friends were going to try to get me back into the land of
the living. Lots of luck. I knew that I should try and I had decided that I
would, for them. I got a haircut and chose my clothes carefully. I saw
myself in the mirror and realized that at least on the outside, I didn't
look too bad, quite normal. Damn it, I looked quite good. I was in shape;
that, I had not let go. In fact, my workouts three to four times a week had
become a highlight and social time of my day. I always felt a little better
after them. Then there was the evening alone and the next day. I sighed.

Tom and Eric were in high spirits. It was Friday night and we were going
out dancing with the guys. Several of my friends had partners and the
remainder hoped that they would meet someone that night that would lead at
least to a good time and good release. They all looked hot. I felt and
probably looked like the spinster in the corner waiting to dance or go
home. As promised, the guys had me up dancing and I did enjoy it in spite
of myself. There were several times when I sat by myself while they were
off with partners or searching out a bed mate for the night. I didn't mind
that as I had had lots of time with only my thoughts in the last month. My
friends were here for me. That's what counted.

It was at about 10:30 and I was at the table while the others were off on
their searches or dances. I was feeling that it had been a good night but I
felt a little wistful. I was sitting just thinking and staring into space
when I sensed that someone was standing looking at me.

"Can I sit down? You seem deep in thought. Actually, you look a little
sad. I would like to cheer you up."

"You have special powers? Or is this just a really good pickup line?" I
couldn't help it; I found myself smiling at him.

He gave me a big, honest smile and shrugged his shoulders. "It could be
both. It can be anything that you want it to be. I have noticed that you
have only danced with your friends and turned away some hot guys." He
paused looking at me. "Now, you don't look so sad. You look a bit
intrigued."

"Ah, so you have been spying on me!"

"No I have been watching a very attractive man with a wistful look. Come
and dance with me." He paused looking at me with head slightly cocked to
the side. You can't get rid of me easily so you might as well dance."

This guy was so nonchalant that he drew me to him. I was suddenly really
seeing him for the first time. He was about my height, 6' 1", but weighed
more because he had a bigger frame. Had to be about a size 44 or even 46
chest but a size 34 or 36 waist with no fat. He was not boyishly good
looking but had a strong masculine, attractive face. Strong chin and
mischievous eyes. Captivating smile. I suddenly knew what Tom would say and
it was exactly what I was thinking. "If that is the only way to satisfy
you, then let's dance."

Then he looked right into me. I am certain there was a trace of a
smile. "There are many ways to satisfy me but a dance would really please
me."  This guy was good.

As we came on the dance floor, I saw Eric say something to Tom as they
danced and they stopped and looked at me, big smiles on their faces. Tom
gave me a little tip of his head. We danced and I felt rejuvenated for the
first time in months. It was just fun and he was a good dancer. A slow
number started and he made no move to leave. In fact, the held me out in
front of himself, smiled and pulled me close. I lost myself in his
embrace. Then I suddenly realized that I was getting hard and so was
he. Thank goodness, the dance ended and we went back to the bar for a
drink.

We talked over our drinks for quite a while. You know names, he was Philip,
interests, work. Then he suddenly looked at me. I could feel that something
was coming. "I think I know what you need tonight."

"Is this part of your special powers."

He smiled nodding with a big yes. "You need someone to take you home and
tell you that you are one hell of a guy. That you are smart, good looking,
no hot and you need that person to slowly undress you and admire what is
underneath the clothing and the hurt and to take you on a slow, wild
ride. I would like to be the person to do that." He paused looking at
me. "There I said it. You can run away or run with me."

I stammered. "Are you always this ... this ... direct?"

"Just sometimes when I think it is the best way."

"I'd like to have another dance."

"If that is all you want tonight, it's OK. I would love to dance with you
again, especially a slow one. I really liked that last one." He scanned my
body and stopped at my crotch.

I think that I blushed. We were back out on the dance floor and I simply
enjoyed it. The slow one came and it was even better than before. I felt
his hands on my butt and I put mine on his and I pulled him into me. We
could both feel each others hardness.

When the danced finished, I took the initiative. Only fair as he had taken
it earlier. I had decided. Tom was right. Philip was right. "My place or
yours? Mine is a house and it is relatively close. I make good coffee in
the morning."

"Are you always this ... this ... direct?" What a good mimic, my words and
tone of voice.

"No, just when I think it is the best way." I guess my imitation was just
as good. We left each other laughing as we went to say goodbye to our
friends.


"Nice place." He looked around. "I am surprised that you don't have someone
to share it with." A look must have crossed my face. "Shit, sorry. I can be
so stupid sometimes."

"If I don't throw you out sooner, I'll tell you over breakfast."

"James, I like your style."

Philip came over and put his arms lightly around me. He kissed me
gently. That didn't last long. I pressed harder and I think that we opened
our mouths at almost the same time. I could smell him. I could taste
him. It had been a while. The touch of tongue to tongue was sending
messages to every pleasure centre of my brain and the brain was sending
messages to other parts of my body. I don't think that I have gotten that
hard, that fast in a long time. When I pressed myself into him, I could
feel that he was in just the same state. I hadn't felt like this for
months. It was if the flood gates had been opened. I couldn't get enough.

He broke the kiss and started on my neck. My synapses were firing again. I
moaned. His fingers fiddled with the buttons of my shirt and it was quickly
off me.

"Damn t shirts. I have to see that chest. I have been dreaming about it all
night." T shirt was off. "Oh even better than I thought. Lovely brown hair
to run my fingers through. Beautifully defined." his fingers were doing
what he wanted to do. Yet more triggers going off, mental and physical. The
kiss resumed. Could this guy kiss! I guess I could to. I could hear some
moaning from him as well.

"OK, no fair. Your shirt and anything under it. Off!" Soon everything was
lying on the ground and I saw a magnificent physique covered in short dark
hair. Not a twink like Colin. In minutes my fingers were in it and my lips
were on his nipples."

"Oh shit, James, my second or third most sensitive spot."

I broke away and looked at him. "Cock, then ass or nips?"

"Depends on the day. Cock first for sure. Toss up on the others. Probably
ass next. Oh cut the crap. Bite my nips." He yelled out his pleasure.

"Come on. Change of location." I put my arms around him with my hand on his
ass and propelled us to the bedroom. On the way, I decided who was going to
do what tonight. I didn't even know his preferences. Was he versatile?. I
turned on the bedside table light. Nice atmosphere.

I was surprised. He sat on the bed. He looked at me and then gave me an
order. "Strip!"

"Only if you will take my place when I am finished."

"Deal!"

I took my time as I took off my shoes and socks. He looked
impatient. "Patience is a virtue. Just wait and all will be unveiled." He
sighed. I slowly undid my pants and took them off. My shorts were almost
obscene. My cock was outlined by the shorts and it looked as if it was
going to tear through the fabric. There was a huge wet spot from my
precum. I slowly lowered them over my ass and then pulled the top out and
over the top of my cock. It was almost red and it even looked huge to me.

Philip's eyes looked as they would pop out of his head. "As I suspected
magnificent." He reached forward and pulled me towards him. He licked my
cock from the tip to the base. Then his mouth closed around the head. I was
so close to finishing right there in his mouth that I pulled out.

Gasping,"Too close. Have to cool off. Your turn." I pulled him up and I sat
down on the bed with my legs apart and my cock sticking out vibrating. No
shyness tonight.

I was right. He was not a twink. His treasure trail was thin but with
lovely dark brown hair and it blossomed into a lovely bush over the top of
his cock. His cock was the same length and girth as mine sticking up at
almost 45 degrees and he had large, low hanging balls. His cock was as hard
as mine like a piece of ebony. His legs were covered in dark brown hair
that wasn't too thick or long. It was almost black. I love hairy legs and
leaned over and ran fingers through the hair and up to his balls. He
shuddered as I made each pass. He was even more vocal as I licked and bit
his thighs and then sucked his balls.

His cock tasted of soap and some of the sweat from the evening dancing. It
was an aphrodisiac for me. I sucked him hard until he pulled me off. Same
reason. We lay on top of each other. We groped each other touching every
part of our bodies and we kissed for a long time.

I finally stopped him and stood up and reached into a drawer. "I know what
I want now. I hope that you agree." I took out some condoms and lube. "I
want one of these on you and lots of this in me. Then I want that slow,
wild ride that you suggested earlier in the evening."

"On one condition." He looked very seriously at me. "That I get the same
treatment tomorrow morning."

I couldn't help myself. I gave him a big smile. "Well, there being a
tomorrow morning depends on how good my slow, wild ride is."

He used his fingers to beckon me to him. He pointed to the condom and then
to his red, straining cock. "I always like a challenge."

I sucked the head of his cock and then slid the condom slowly down his
swollen member. He moaned and squirmed as I did it. I could not resist. I
sucked him with the condom on and let my fingers caress his balls and
slowly move to his entry. I circled it pressing in a bit. He warned me that
the ride might be over before it started if I continued. I stopped.

He took over. I loved being rimmed and Colin was not a person who really
enjoyed doing it. So if he did it, it was quick and lacklustre. Philip
loved it. He had me squirming and moaning with his tongue lapping, circling
my hole and then trying to force its way into me. By the time he came up
for air, I was so wet there I probably didn't need the lube. Philip would
have none of that. He put in lots using the usual one, two and three
fingers. I was crooning by the time the head of his cock was pushing at my
entrance. I was amazed. I was so turned on and he had opened me so well
with the lube that his head just slipped in and he held, kissing me telling
me what a wonderful body I had. I waited a minute and then put my hands on
his ass with my finger at his entrance and pulled him in all the way
quickly.

I looked at him. "Ride me big guy. You are magnificent."

He started slowly with long strokes. I felt so full and he kept telling how
hot and tight I was. I few times I pushed into him on his downward
stroke. It felt as if I was impaling myself and it felt so good to feel him
bottom out and then slowly pull out to continue his rhythm. He had me
swearing making guttural noises when he started to use quick short strokes
over my prostate. There were incredible sensation coursing through me. I
knew that I could not last much longer. I realized that it had been just so
long since I had had really passionate sex.

I signalled him by starting to stroke myself to his rhythms and I think I
murmured 'close' and he simply nodded his head yes. I could feel my orgasm
start in my groin and my cock head was sending shooting messages of
pleasure to every nerve centre of my body. As my first shot started, I
clamped my muscles around Philip's ebony rod. He let out a strangled cry
and as I spasmed, I contracted as much as I could. I felt him speed up and
then slammed all the way into me and held. I swear that I could feel each
of his shots mixed with my sensations. I was in bliss. There was a trail of
semen from my chest to a large pool in my navel. I pulled him down onto me
and kissed as if it were the last kiss of my life. He bent and licked the
moisture from my eyes. I realized that I had him in a bear hug and as I
came down from my high, I slowly eased the pressure.

"I did OK? Breakfast?"

I looked at him tenderly. "Yeah, you are getting fucked tomorrow morning."
I looked into his eyes. "Philip, thank you. I have not had a lover like you
in a very long time."

It was hard for me to believe what I was feeling; I felt alive again. I
realized it wasn't just the sex; it was Philip's personality and manner. He
had been thoughtful, charming, caring and sexual as hell. We kissed and
fell asleep.


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