Date: Thu, 16 Oct 2014 13:05:19 -0400
From: preecherdave@gmail.com
Subject: Unexpected 19 James and Philip

Unexpected 19 James and Philip


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Author Comments

There will be a break in publishing, short I hope. I have ideas for new
chapters but have had had problems with other calls on my time. I am going
to take some weeks to write a few more chapters and publish as quickly as I
can.

Previously

I reached over and got the lube and did the job on both of us. "Shut up and
fuck me." I looked at him. "No make love to me. Philipo, you do know how
much I love you?"

"I can guess because I know how I feel about you."

I love it when he kisses me as I place him at my entrance and he moves
slowly in circles and then as he very slowly moves in, never breaking the
kiss. Then the slow progress in as my body feels his thickness and I feel
invaded and full. The pressure is wonderful. Tonight, I had my hands
between us and I slowly stroked his cock as it went in until my fingers
were just teasing his balls. He was already breathing heavily. This was not
going to last long. But oh it felt great.

He started slowly in and out; then I could feel him increasing the speed a
little at a time. He would stop every so often and just go slowly over my
prostate and then suddenly go in hard and fast and hold himself there
pressing into me while his kissed me or bit my nipples. My stomach was wet
with precum and he was often moving over my cock with his stomach pressing
down on it. The pressure on my cock was incredible almost better than a
hand. All the sensations were incredible. I suddenly realized that my
orgasm was approaching without either of our hands touching me. That had
never happened to me before. I started to move my body to get more contact
and pressure and suddenly it started. The tingling in my groin was
incredible and then the contractions that almost hurt shot stream after
stream out between us. I cried out in pleasure. I saw a look of surprise
and accomplishment on his face.

I felt him plunge into me a couple of times and then hold hard against me
fully in, holding his upper body as close as he could get. He had held his
breath and suddenly start to breathe like a long distance runner. I could
feel his contractions in all his muscles as he spasmed in me.

When his breathing slowed and he came out of me. "Lover that should make
great viewing some afternoon this winter in your office. I know that I
shall close my door some day and relive that. Philipo, I do love you more
than I can express."  He just held me tighter gently kissing my neck.

Present

Everything was ready for our trip to San Francisco and we were scheduled to
leave on the Wednesday so that we would be there for the first
presentations on Thursday. But first we had two very important events,
Jeremy's graduation ceremony and then the grad dance reception. I had a
surprising phone call from the school's secretary as to whether I would be
attending the graduation. She said that she was phoning certain people as a
sample to see if they were coming. I found it a bit strange but it was a
busy day at work and I put it out of my head and forgot about it.

We picked Jennifer up at work and arrived in lots of time to find
convenient parking and good seats. We had planned nothing for the rest of
the day because their school had a really lovely tradition. The family was
invited to the dance for the first hour as a reception to meet the friends
and give our congratulations to the teachers and students that we
knew. They did everything on the same day.

I appreciated the formal and traditional ceremony. When the school
orchestra started up the processional march, we all stood. I saw Jeremy and
suddenly realized what a stunning young man he had grown into. Even in the
few months that we had known him, he had grown and his workouts had started
to fill out his body. He had that fresh flower of youth look about him. I
knew that I had mentally adopted him; he was my son. I hoped that all the
new experiences of the the next years would be enriching. There would be
highs and lows but I knew that we would be there for him. Philipo moved
against me and whispered that we were so lucky. Jeremy had invited the
young lady that we had talked about to go to the dance with him and she was
more than pleased to go on his terms. When he saw us, his face lit
up. Philipo and I looked at him and then each other. I carefully squeezed
his hand. We had done the right thing. This young man was part of our
family. I squeezed Jennifer's hand as well. She gave me the most wonderful
smile back.

They came to the prizes and I noticed that there were no names or
presenters beside several awards. They were obviously the provincial tests
and the results hadn't come in in time for inclusion in the program. My
mind wandered a bit. The principal was talking. I vaguely heard the words
'highest aggregate mark in the school for the provincial math tests'. My
mind registered him saying that this award was won by a young man who had
managed to pull his marks up dramatically in the last semester. That caught
my attention, just to see who that would be.

Now, I clearly heard the Principal. "We of course have no name beside this
award and no presenter's name. We only received the results a couple days
ago. I take nothing away from this young man's perseverance and
intelligence but I would like to call on the person who helped him
accomplish this. I would like to call on the owner and CEO of the
Accountants, Mr. James Milner to present this award to Jeremy Jackowski."

I felt Philipo stand up so that I could get out to the aisle. I was almost
in remote control. I walked briskly up to the stage automatically and was
given the award. Jeremy was coming up from the other side of the stage. I
finally collected myself as we walked towards each other. I wanted to grab
him and hug to within an inch of his life but I knew that would have to
come later. As I shook his hand with a huge look of pride and pleasure, I
muttered my congratulations. It was Jeremy who looked at me and whispered,
"Dad, thank you for believing in me." I returned to my seat where I had to
wipe something out of my eye. Philipo looked at me with a huge smile and
gave my leg a quick touch. We cheered when Jeremy was presented with his
diploma.

In fact, Jeremy had a real cheering section. Mamma and Pops had insisted on
coming as had Gio and Kevin. The surprise for all of us was that Tony had
phoned yesterday to ask us to save four more seats. So at the end of the
ceremony, there was the entire family gathered to greet Jeremy. We
surrounded him outside on the lawn of the school. I followed through on
what I wanted to do on stage. As he approached me, I held open my arms. He
stepped into them and I gave him the huge hug of pride and love. Philipo
was next with the big Italian hug. The most vocal were his 'cousins',
Marcus and Anna. Again, I think it really did sink in that he had a family
that surrounded him and loved him.

I saw Jeremy looking around and his eyes opened and widened. Off to the
side, his father was looking sadly at our group.

Jeremy looked at Philipo and me. "Dads, I'll be careful. Please watch. I do
have to go over and talk to him."

He looked at his mother who was looking anxiously herself.  "Son, we can go
together. "

"Thanks Mom. He is my father and he has come. The dads will have my back."
I loved it when he called us the dads.

It was a stressful few minutes but they ended up shaking hands and Jeremy
came back looking pleased with what he had done. My god, the maturity and
good sense of this young man was amazing.

Jeremy left the house in the early evening to pick up his date and meet his
friends who had hired a limo to drive them to the dance. We had told him
that we were free at any time if he wanted to be picked up. We turned up at
the appointed time for the reception with Jennifer. It was amazing to see
all these young people, many of the guys we knew from the party, dressed in
formal wear and the girls with the special hair arrangements and wonderful
dresses. They were smashing.

We had a constant stream of young guys from the party with their dates
coming to talk to us. It was really fun. I saw a group arriving at the
entrance and it was Jeremy and his friends. He looked alive and glowing. He
was right that the young lady was not the most beautiful girl there but she
too looked so alive. I could see that she was enjoying being with our guy
and his friends. Jeremy had done a fine and smart thing inviting her. He
had assured me that she understood that this would be a once and only time
that they dated.

He saw us gathered. He said something to his group and put his arm around
his date and guided her to us. Catherine was introduced to us and she
turned out to be well spoken, intelligent and fun to talk to. She was not a
shrinking violet. I heard her joking with Jennifer and Philipo. Jeremy went
off to the bar for a minute and Catherine followed him. It was clear that
they would have a good evening.

I looked around and to my surprise, Kent was approaching our group. "Hello,
Mr. Milner, Mr. Marchese and Mrs Jackowski. We talked for a minute. He
looked at me. "Sir, thank you for that great games evening and the super
food." He paused looking a little lost. "Can we talk for a minute?"

He and I moved away from the group. "I know that Jeremy is really upset
with me." His eyes looked as if he would cry in an instant. "I didn't know
how to handle the situation and I know now that I didn't handle it well. My
father was asking a lot of questions about Jeremy and me and then the
questions started about a date to the graduation dance. I was scared. My
father is openly anti gay. I had the feeling that he would disown me if he
really found out about Jer and me. I need his money and support to go to
university. I know that I am coward about this but ...."

"Kent, yes, Jeremy was upset but he is fatalistic. I know that if you sat
down with him and talked that he would listen. It might not be the most
pleasant conversation of your life but I am pretty sure that you would both
feel better after it."

I could see Jeremy approaching us with drinks in hand. His eyes narrowed
slightly when he saw Kent but he was our Jeremy. "Hi Kent, good to see
you. My date Catherine. Catherine, Kent, a friend from the soccer team."

They talked for a minute and as Kent left, he said something to Jeremy who
nodded his head yes. I knew that we would get the story tomorrow. Jeremy
had a pleased but sad smile on his face. He saw me looking at him and gave
a thumbs up sign. I walked quickly over to him. "Have a great evening, Be
careful and if you need anything, at any time, call us."

I looked intently at him and he smiled. "I know that you are always there
for me. I'll be careful."

A Few Days Later

Thirty five minutes earlier, I had heard that distinctive sound of an
aircraft's engines and felt the downward pitch of the plane as it began its
descent to San Francisco International Airport. I glanced out the window
and there below us in the distance, I could see San Francisco shimmering in
the late afternoon sun, surrounded by the bay on one side and the limitless
ocean on the other. This was not Ontario, our home of lakes and forests. My
heart beat a little faster.

The days after the graduation had gone well. Jeremy had a great evening
with all his buddies from the football team and other guys from the
school. He said that his date had given him a kiss and a thank you for
inviting her. He met Kent for coffee one afternoon after work. He did not
let him off the hook in the first few minutes but later warmed to the
sincere and almost tearful apology. Jeremy told me how lucky he had been to
have us and he suddenly understood what a difficult position Kent was
in. They left as reconciled friends but Jeremy had gently steered away from
any rekindling of anything closer. Tough, smart decision making.

Now we were descending to our first time away as a couple. I touched
Philip's arm to show him the sight and held his hand as we looked. I looked
up to see David smiling as he watched us touching each others hands. I
think I saw a bit of envy.

David had obviously decided to spruce up his image. As I had found out, he
had been taken with Jeremy's haircut when he had had supper with us in late
May and on the Friday before we left, he had gone to that stylist. He
created quite a stir at work on Monday. Gone was the boyish looking, almost
nerdy guy and replaced by a trim, well proportioned young professional who
looked fantastic. I saw him blush several times at the office but he looked
immensely proud. I wondered if this meant that he would start to open up
with the staff and branch out in his personal life. Only time would tell.

We had chosen a small boutique hotel that had excellent reviews. It was
just outside the Castro by a few blocks so it had slightly cheaper rates
and was reputedly quieter. It turned out to be a wonderful find. It was not
a gay hotel but it was gay friendly so there was a mix of guests both
hetero and gay. That is the way that I like it, diversity. We had a room
beside David's and I had made it clear that we could go to things together
or separately. It would be his decision. I am pretty sure that he knew that
he was more than welcome to go with us.

It had been a long day and we decided to refresh ourselves and then go for
a walk around the hotel and find a place to eat and have an early evening
so that we could be ready for an early start the next day. Of course, we
walked into the Castro. As I watched the open demonstration of affection
around us, I couldn't help myself; I put an arm around Philipo's shoulder
and pulled him to me. He just turned his head and gave me a goofy grin

.

I looked over at David and he was smiling as well. "Go for it boss. This is
so different, so neat. I wish that I could do the same as you." He shrugged
smiling broadly.

We had an excellent meal and returned to the hotel. I was sure that
everyone was as tired as I felt. There had been several smothered yawns by
the end of supper. We said our good nights to David. We opened the bottle
of scotch that we had bought at a well stocked liquor store close to the
hotel.

Looking at Philipo, "To our first trip together."

"To our first night together in San Francisco." He had a little smirk on
his face and he raised his eyebrows. He took a sip of scotch and kissed me
allowing it to flow onto my tongue.

My smile returned as I savoured it and swallowed. "That takes scotch
tasting to a whole new level."

We were not as tired as I thought that we might be. Philipo pulled me into
him and kissed me hard. He grabbed my ass and pulled us together and he
started to grind his body against mine. He broke the kiss smiling. "I can
feel that you still have some energy left." He reached down and slowly ran
his fingers over my very quickly growing cock and gently groped me.

"I always have energy for you, lover." I kissed him back. We undressed
watching each other with comments about how we liked each others
body. Philipo was having fun. We were naked and erect. He moved over to me
letting his cock slide up and down mine. Suddenly, he grabbed me pulling us
tight and started to grind our bodies together again. The sensations were
making every nerve in my body tingle. He kept it up for minutes as we
kissed. Oh, his fingers were doing incredible things to my nipples and ass
as well. I was open to any suggestion, except sleep.

Very quickly, I was lying on the bed with my legs over his back and Philipo
was slowly moving in and out. I was in a world of my own; my nerves were
firing. My brain only had one objective to lose myself in the pleasure of
the moment and to give my partner as much pleasure as he was giving me. I
grabbed him with one hand and made him thrust hard and fast. I started to
stoke myself with the other hand. "Philip, don't hold back. I want to feel
you finish in me. I am so close and so hard that it almost hurts."

It only took a few more thrusts. "O god, Philipo, love ...." I climaxed
hard with even more expletives. The first shot hit my chin. My contractions
must have set him off. He thrust hard one last time and held himself deep
inside me. He just made very loud guttural noises in his throat with a few
loud 'oh shits' and 'oh gods' thrown in and started to breathe heavily. He
leaned down and licked up the semen on my chin and kissed me. Then he did
something he didn't do too often. He bent over and licked up even more
stuff from my chest and looked as if he were savouring it as he fed it to
me. I pulled him down on top of me and held him tight as we kissed.

As he slipped out, he turned onto his side. He looked at the two of us. "A
glorious mess. Do you want a wet cloth?"

I muttered, kissing his neck, "Just sleep."

He was still touching me when we woke up the next morning. I moved and I
felt Philipo stir. I turned and saw his bleary, sleep filled eyes. He
looked seriously at me. "I hope that the walls are well soundproofed. David
would have gotten an earful last night from you."

"I wasn't that noisy!" The serious look turned into a grin trying to keep
the laugh at bay. "You bugger. You weren't exactly quiet yourself. You can
make some noise right now." I started to tickle him. It turned into a no
holds barred tickle fest. We both ended up laughing and holding each
other. I looked down his body. I touched his hardening cock. "You are going
to have to hold that thought for later. Have to meet David in a few minutes
for some food and we have to register before 9." I jumped out of bed. "You
could share the cab downtown if you want."

"Maybe I just want to check out the Castro." He gave me a lusty, suggestive
look.

"Looking is fair game. Touching. Don't even think about it."

"You are enough for me. My guy." He received a long kiss with a definite
'don't you forget it' at the end.

We arrived at the Moscone Centre at 8:30. I guess some of my inhibitions
were relaxing in San Francisco.  Outside the Centre, I gave Philipo a quick
kiss as we left to go in; I wouldn't have done that at home. He would meet
us back at the Centre for a reception for those attending and their
guests. I noticed that it was not spouses or partners but guests. Nicely
subtle and inclusive.

I could see very quickly why the registration fee was so high. The building
was excellent and after registration, there was a really excellent
selection of coffees and teas along with fabulous pastries, croissants and
bagels. I shouldn't have eaten breakfast. The espresso was delicious.

We mingled and talked to several people from around the US and some from
Canada. The sessions were very detailed and enlightening. The final session
for the afternoon was a fascinating presentation by Michael Burtchell. He
was one of the top forensic accountants in North America and was based in
our city working for one of the large firms (Nifty, Discoveries,
Beginnings, November 1 2012). We had met several times and I noticed the
welcoming grin when his gaze stopped at me as he surveyed his audience
while being introduced.

After the questions, one of which was from David, he stepped quickly off
the stage and made his way towards us.

"James what a pleasant surprise. Good to see you again."

"Michael, excellent presentation."

"I am not sure that I should welcome you. I hear rumours that you have
plans to do some forensic work. Competition!!!"

"Come, Michael. You have the big fish. I just want to do something for my
much smaller clients. They can't afford your outrageous rates."

"Just kidding. Competition is good. You are right. We are swamped with the
big guys. I might be able to send some smaller accounts over to you." He
paused looking at David. "I assume this it the new guy you hired and he is
going to be your guy."

"Sorry, Michael, this is David. David, Michael."

"Young man that was one of the best questions that I have been asked in a
long time." David blushed but thanked Michael for such a fascinating
presentation.

"Why don't you join me out at the reception? There is someone that I would
like you to meet."

We went out to the reception and Michael scanned the room and hailed a man
about his age. He was tall with a well developed swimmers build, a good
looking man, dressed very smartly. I heard a 'my god' from David. He
whispered to me that the man approaching us was Stephen Bourgeois, his
economics professor.

"James, this interloper coming for the free drinks and food, is my partner
Stephen Bourgeois. Stephen I would like you meet James Milner and ...."

"David Preston. James so good to meet you and David I am so surprised to
see you here." He looked at me. "David was one of my very best students. I
thought maybe he would go farther in academics but the lure of filthy lucre
stole him away." He was attacked on all sides for that comment, mostly by
his partner.

I had been looking around and caught sight of my guy looking quite lost
over by the entrance. I moved away from the group and caught his
attention. He too had dressed smartly and he looked incredible as he walked
towards us. Visions of last night swirled quickly in my mind. My motions
must have caught Michael's attention. He was looking at my approaching
guy. I gave Philipo a big smile as he came to us.

"Gentleman, my partner, Philip Marchese, also one of the freeloader."

Philipo looked at me and our group. "Actually, it says welcome delegates
and VERY SPECIAL guests at the entrance." Philipo could always come up with
a rejoinder.

Stephen picked that up quickly. "Philip, I am Stephen Bourgeois, another of
the very special guests. I am with him, Michael Burtchell. He is just one
of the minor presenters here at the conference." We all chuckled as he was
a major presenter and on the organizing committee.

Hands were shaken all around. As the others talked, Michael drew me
aside. "James, I didn't know. I guess I really do have my head in the sand,
my work and speaking presentations."

"What, that I am part of the family or that I have a partner?"

"Both. You make a very handsome couple. He doesn't appear to be a shrinking
violet. Together for a while?"

"Almost a year and the best year of my life. I have a wonderful partner and
another family. The Marchese have taken me in as a son. This is our first
trip together. And believe me, not a shrinking violet."

"You have had a busy year. And expanding the business as well. I hear that
you are doing well."

"We are doing well. We also have a young man, 18 years old who is our
son. Well in our minds, if not legally, and he lives with us." I explained
the situation to Michael. He had a genuinely surprised look on his face.

"OK, tonight we are busy with a dinner for the presenters and the
organizing committee but how about some dancing and fun tomorrow night in
the Castro. I know the city fairly well as I have spoken here several times
and been down helping to organize this affair. Will David be alright with
that?"

"If you found him a hot, young guy, he would think that he had died and
gone to heaven."

"That answers that question. Hmm, there is actually a young man here that I
know who might be very interested. He is from Tucson, Arizona. I'll see
what I can do. I know that he is not in a relationship so ...."

We went out to a jazz club that night that one of the hotel staff had
recommended. The food was good and the performances were excellent. I am
not a jazz aficionado but I enjoyed the night immensely as much as Philipo
and David. They had bonded over their love of jazz. We walked back to the
hotel along Castro Street. We revelled in the feel of the place. We even
stopped into a bar just to have a drink and take in the ambiance. It was
much like the Club back home. Guys of all sorts relaxing and having fun
with their friends just as we did at home. We left enthused. Another good
night on our trip.

This time Philipo took my hand and we walked hand in hand through the
Castro. He whispered in my ear that he had remembered to keep a thought
from this morning in mind for later. I smiled remembering my hand gently
touching his enlarging cock. God this man could turn me on walking down a
street. I squeezed his hand in acknowledgement. David asked what our smiles
were about. I just replied that it was something that was said this
morning. He shrugged.

The world is a balance of good things and bad things. My mother often feels
that a great experience is often balanced by a bad one. We had become used
to not following our usual way of acting to each other in public. We were
still holding hands after leaving the Castro and we were getting close to
our hotel. I was looking ahead and I noticed two guys ahead of us on the
other side of the street. They had pointed at us and said something to each
other. As they approached, I was certain that I heard one of them say
'fucking, goddamn queers' in a fairly loud voice. We were meant to hear it.

"Guys listen carefully and don't look. Pretend that there is no problem. I
think that there may be trouble on the other side of the street. There are
two guys who have been watching us and they just called us fucking, goddamn
queers. Philipo you know the drill and David, back to the wall behind
us. Don't let them circle us. Watch their hands and if there is a weapon,
side step and grab the arm.

"Boss, I have taken martial arts and self defence courses. We'll have each
others backs." I actually smiled, grimly.

The guys looked at us and started across the street. "You guys are
disgusting. Holding hands in public. Fucking queers."

"Guys we don't want any trouble." We started to walk away but they followed
us.

I turned and pulled out my telephone and looked at them. I started to dial
as I said quietly but firmly. "Come on, back off."

They just scowled. "OK, lets get them before the fucking cops turn up. The
cops are a bunch of politically correct bastards. Maybe we can beat up some
queers and score some money."

We backed up against the wall. We hadn't said another word. I decided to
try one last thing. I would try to focus their attention on me. "You
fucking bastards; think that you are so shit hot. You have no idea what you
are up against." By this time there were some people walking towards us on
the sidewalk. I yelled to them. "We are being threatened. Call 911."

All three of us had been trained to watch for the body tensing ready to
launch an attack. The guys were a classic case. The mouthy one, broke first
with a fist forming then caulking his arm. It happens quickly but you can
catch the intent if you are focused. I was focused like never before in my
life. He started his swing at me. I moved sideways and watched his hand. As
it went by where I had been standing, I grabbed his arm and yanked it and
him forward. His momentum took him past me into the wall and his arm ended
up twisted behind his back. Classic. He was screaming invectives and he was
in pain as I pushed it further up his back.

"Don't move or I'll break your fucking arm."

I heard a voice screaming somewhere close by. "You bastard, how dare you
hurt my friend." I sensed him starting to move. He was suddenly on the
ground with both Philipo and David on top of him pinning him and grabbing
both his arm to his back and up. He too was screaming in pain.

Again off in the distance, I heard applause and shouts that the police were
on their way. It turned out that the two guys were probably the ones who
had badly injured a couple of guys a week ago on the same stretch of
sidewalk. The police arrested them and took statements from us and all the
bystanders. We were told that we could come to the station tomorrow or to
the squad car now to give a complete statement. They assured us that as
foreign nationals and guests that we would not have to appear in court. We
gave them our statement in the squad car. We assured them that we were OK
and so an hour later, we arrived at the hotel.

Back up stairs, with David in our room, I pour each of us a stiff scotch. I
looked at the two and started to laugh almost hysterically. We were all
suddenly in fits of laughter. When that was out of our system, Philipo
looked at David. "Your take down of the second guy was brilliant."
Apparently David had watched the second guy as well and as the guy was
moving to me to get his partner lose, his eyes left David and
Philipo. David simply quickly put out his foot, tripped him, the guy went
flying and the two of them pinned him.

We talked for a while more. David yawned; the adrenaline was wearing
off. He figured that he could probably sleep now. He wasn't out of the room
more than second when Philipo was on me. "You crazy fucking bastard, I love
you. You focused the attention on yourself to keep us safe. I am always
seeing new sides to you. Come here."

Both of us were keyed up from the experience, Adrenaline, shock,
satisfaction that we had withstood the bully bastards. Probably those and
more.

I took some steps toward him. He moved more quickly and grabbed me. The
kiss was hot and hard. There were tears in his eyes. I kissed them away. He
attacked me, in a good way. I knew that there would be buttons missing from
my shirt which was quickly on the ground; I am not even sure how he took it
off me. Philipo would have bruises and bite marks all over his shoulders
and chest. My nipples would be tender for days.

We wrestled for dominance on the bed. It was without a doubt the most
explosive, intimate sex that I have ever had. This was not gentle sex. It
was glad we are safe sex. It was loving sex. It was lusty from the centre
of our souls sex. It would be something that we would talk about many years
from now and I knew at that moment that I would be with this guy years from
now.

As he looked down at me, I could feel his rock hard cock at my entrance. I
put both my hands on his ass and pulled him in fast and hard. "Philipo
don't be gentle. You know how I need you tonight."

Many minutes later, I put my hands back on his ass stopping him and holding
him tightly in me. My body was almost vibrating with passion. I held him
tight with my legs on his back. I massaged him with my internal muscles and
he had a glazed look on his face. I made him come off my chest and lean up
and over me. I used my hands all over his chest and put them down between
us and gently pulled the hair around is cock and on his thighs. He moaned,
a lot. Finally, I pulled him down and kissed him.

I started him moving again in and out, hard and fast. His breathing became
faster and harder. He moaned my name, shuddered. I could feel him coming in
me. It took a few seconds after he was finished and he came out and started
to suck me. He stopped and smiled at me as my body tensed. He started again
in earnest. My legs went rigid and I started. I think that whatever I
yelled was totally incoherent. He shared with me.

"Philipo, you are amazing. You mean so much to me and I would do anything
for you."

Philipo stopped and looked at me strangely. He cocked his head. "Anything?"

I felt my eyes start to moisten. "I never thought that I would feel like
this with anyone. Yes, I would do anything."

"Would you make our relationship formal and legal?"

I stared at him almost not believing what I had just heard. I had come so
close over the last month to asking the same question. I cocked my head. "I
have only two questions." He looked at me waiting. "When and where?"


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If you liked this story, you might want to read the others that I have
published on Nifty. In particular, my first story, Unexpected Change which
has had the most positive comments and one of my other favourites, What a
Difference a Year Makes. I have recently reread Introspection and it is
worth a read.

Unexpected Change, Nifty, College, April 16, 2011

Friendship, Nifty, Adult Friends, May 20, 2011

Surprising Last Year at University, Nifty, College, June 9, 2011

Murder Changed My Life, Nifty, Beginnings, July 8, 2011

What is Love?, Nifty, Beginnings, August 31, 2011

Getting My Act Together, Nifty, Adult-Friends, November 10, 2011

Surprised, Nifty, Adult-Friends, January 14, 2012

Surprised Eric and Dave, Beginnings, February 10, 2012

Surprised Graham and Robert, Nifty, Adult-Friends, March 22, 2012

What a Difference a Year Makes, Nifty, Adult-Friends, September 13, 2012

Discoveries, Nifty, Beginnings, November 1, 2012

Introspection, Nifty, Relationships, August 1, 2013

Bad Boy Series, Nifty, Beginning, January 2, 2014

Unexpected, Nifty, Adult Friends, September 11, 2014