Date: Thu, 24 Apr 2014 14:10:11 -0400
From: preecherdave@gmail.com
Subject: Unexpected 2

Unexpected 2

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Author' Note

It was fun writing this chapter. There are more coming in the next
weeks. Hope I get as good a reaction to this chapter as the first one. Let
me know your thoughts and ideas.


Previously

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 slam 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, as we agreed, you are getting fucked
tomorrow morning." I looked into his eyes. "Philip, thank you. I have not
had a lover quite like you for a long time."

It was hard for me to believe; 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.


Present

It was early the next morning that I felt Philip stir. I had been awake for
a while and I had been thinking hard. I was amazed at what had happened
last night. First, there was man in my bed. I had come home with him and
promised him coffee and breakfast. He had taken me by surprise and I had
reacted to him.  Where did I go from here? I was sure that I wanted to see
him again. I would have to see what happened this morning.

Right now, I could feel that there was a very hard cock pressed against my
ass. I was hard in seconds. My libido was active again.

I turned and looked at him. His hair was mussed from sleep and he looked
younger and more vulnerable. I stared at him. "You appear to be at battle
station readiness."

His hand snaked over to me and it surrounded my hard cock. "The big gun is
primed!"

We were still mentally high from last night and still very horny after a
pretty deep sleep. He made even more noise than I did as I rimmed him. I
went a little slower and we did spend some time when we stopped just
looking at each other and kissing. As we kissed, I could feel him
surrounding me and contracting lightly. It felt so intimate. When I finally
had us both at the point of no return, I realized yet again that the second
orgasm was a full body explosion and so intense. Yes there were hours
separating our orgasms but we were both consumed by the sensations that
overtook our bodies as I emptied myself in him.

I didn't want to shower at this point so I went and brought back a warm wet
cloth and towel and cleaned him and myself up.

With that mischievous look, "I understand that you make coffee as well as
you make love."

I could only make one response. "Coffee, sometimes better but not today. My
partner has spurred me on to higher heights last night and this morning."

There was lots of touching and feeling during breakfast. He reminded me and
I told him why I lived in the house alone. He commiserated for a few
minutes and we moved on. We had a shower together after breakfast and
amazed each other discovering that the third orgasm took a little longer
but was just as powerful.

He was getting ready to leave as he had things planned for the day and
Sunday. I finally screwed up my courage. "Philip is this a one time
demonstration of your special powers?"

He smiled. "I was gong to ask you much the same question."

"That doesn't really answer my question."

"James, I can't think of anything that I would rather do than see you again
... soon."

We agreed to meet for supper on Tuesday night and 'see how things go'. We
both knew that there was an attraction but was it just that or more. I
liked the idea that we were going slowly but I had to admit to myself that
I was really attracted to him. Tuesday gave us both a chance to get a
perspective.

I arrived at Tom's door at 10 on Sunday. I figured that they would be
finished anything private by then. I may have guessed wrong as Eric arrived
with his robe on and his hair looking like Philip's yesterday morning. Tom
was in the kitchen and coffee was just starting to brew. They both had that
just fucked look, the eyes, the looks and the little touches.

"Too early?"

"No, curly locks over there slept in but we are up and at it."

I wondered if they had been up and at it in the kitchen. Just thinking of
what Philip and I had done on Friday night and Saturday morning sent
messages to places that could become embarrassing. So I quickly shifted my
thoughts.

Tom interrupted my thoughts anyway. "So you went off with quite a guy
Friday night. Everything OK?"

I went on to explain some of my feelings about Philip and there were big
smiles when I told them that I was meeting him on Tuesday for supper.

Monday dragged with the minutia of business. Monday night was a little
lonely until the phone rang.

"Still on for tomorrow?"

"Don't tell me you have to cancel. Second thoughts?"

"Oh, I have had lots of thoughts but none of the second variety."

We chatted about our last couple of days and signed off after 30 minutes. I
was surprised how good I felt just hearing his voice and chatting. I felt
so free and easy with him.

I walked into the restaurant a bit late as we had had a small computer
problem and I had had to see that it was dealt with before I left. Owning a
small company had it drawbacks but the money was good and my bank balance
and investments were in good shape. Actually, I liked the challenge.

I scanned the restaurant and I saw this handsome man stand up. My god he
was even more gorgeous than I remembered. I now knew the meaning of the
expression, my heart skipped a beat. It was interesting how our greeting
went. We were in a public place. He remained standing and we shook hands
holding each others hand just a fraction longer than would be
acceptable. Under the table it was different. As soon as I sat down, our
legs touched and stayed that way with each of us moving our leg against the
other.

He spoke first. "Missed you more than I thought I would." I raised my
eyebrow. "OK, OK, that came out wrong. I missed you a lot."

I smiled. "Ditto and it was not just the physical intimacy. My place seemed
empty the next days." I looked at him. "So what do you recommend here."

I felt so easy with him. We chatted as if we had known each other for a
long time. I found out his last name, Marchese. He was from a big Italian
family, two brothers and a sister. That explained his lovely dark skin. OK,
I tried to keep that out of my mind as a mental picture of him lying on my
bed flashed through my thoughts. It became clear by the end of the meal
that we wanted to meet again. I had tickets for the orchestra at the the
Centre for the Performing Arts and Tom had had to cancel. It turned out
that Philip's mother loved opera and they had listened to Saturday
Afternoon at the Opera on CBC (Canadian Broadcasting Corporation) for
years. That had instilled a love of classical music in him. He was excited
about attending. So a concert on Thursday and the club on Friday night to
meet my friends.

"Why don't we skip dessert and come back to my place for a drink." He
looked so cute as he got that out. He almost sounded as if he was expecting
a no from me.

"Great idea."

We entered the foyer of his condo. It was very sophisticated. Granite in
the foyer and then hardwood all through the hall and living area and the
hallway down to the bedrooms and bathrooms. He explained that he bought it
from a friend of the family who needed to sell quickly. It still must have
cost a bundle.  The kitchen was incredible: granite flooring with tension
mats at the sink and in front of his preparation area, clean, modern
lines. He had also inherited his mother's love of cooking.

I was standing in the kitchen admiring it when I sensed someone behind
me. Then I felt Philip's arms encircling me pulling me close. His lips on
my neck were like a hot iron burning into my skin marking me as his.

I turned my head and gave him a questioning look. "I think that you have
lured me here under false pretences."

His eyes were hooded and narrowed, "Oh, how so?"

"You invited me for a drink. This feels like a seduction."

He released me and reached into the cupboard and took out a glass. He
started the water running in the sink and tested it with his fingers. When
he was satisfied with the temperature, he poured the water into the glass
and handed it to me. I took a sip and put the glass down. We were both
suppressing smiles. "Oh, that hit the spot."

I locked onto his eyes as he stood there unmoving, looking at me but I
could see the repressed mirth. I caved first. "Oh damn it, kiss me." He
leaned forward, grabbed my body and pressed his hot body against mine. He
kissed me hard with his tongue invading my mouth.

We left a trail of clothes from the kitchen, down the hall and in the
bedroom, taking something off each time one of us pressed the other against
the wall for a passionate kiss.

I had him on the bed with my mouth and tongue working his ass. I felt his
hands on my head and they pulled me off and up. His eyes and face were taut
with passion. "Take me James. I need you so badly."

My orgasm was incredible as I slammed fully into him and then stroked in
and out for those last shots. His orgasm must have been just as good if the
noise and expletives were any indicator. His body looked as if he had shot
litres between us. He took the condom off me and looked at the amount in
it. "You saved that for me?"

"Big guy, I saved a lot for you today. I like your seduction plans."

"Stay the night?"

"Yeah, I left my shaver and some toiletries in the car. I guess I was
hoping for this. I'll run down tomorrow and retrieve them."

The next morning, we had breakfast quickly. He insisted that we shower
together, with raging erections. It was so erotic to have the water cascade
down my back as I took him in my mouth or over my head and shoulders as he
returned the favour. I swear that I could still taste his semen as we
kissed and left for work.

In a quiet moment at work, I pondered what had happened. I had gone from
almost refusing to go to the club on Friday to meeting a guy and forming a
really strong attachment with him in less than a week. Was I going too
fast? Was it just a rebound relationship after months of lethargy. Or was
it a chance meeting of a guy who happened to match my interests and
personality. I looked at it from lots of angles and then decided that I
knew what Tom would say. Watch carefully and go with it with my eyes
open. He would probably add not to over think it.

On Thursday evening before the concert, we had supper at a lovely little
Italian restaurant that Philip knew. He introduced me as a friend who had
invited him to the concert. There was only a little foot touching under the
table here. We had an outstanding dinner. The performance was subtle but
the playing was dynamic. We met some people I knew at the interval and
Philip could certainly keep up with observations and comments about the
pieces and the performance. It was a wonderful evening.

We slept at my place that night and arranged to meet at the club after
work. He suggested that we stay at his place Friday night. Then a magical
suggestion. We would go shopping in the market Saturday and pick up fresh
foods and cook dinner together in his kitchen in the afternoon. On Sunday,
we would go for a long bike ride, eat at a pub at noon and have left overs
that night at his place. A weekend with each other. Could be a defining
time for us.

We were back at the club after just a week. Philip was greeted as one of
the guys. He had played soccer and hockey and so he could talk about sports
and as it turned out, he was well read in current affairs and was not
without opinions. I don't think that I have ever had such a good night
dancing. Later in bed was pretty good as well.

The weekend turned out to be some of the best days in my life, to that
point. It started rather chastely. Philip said that he had plans. We
showered quickly and in Philip's words, with no nonsense. Then we went out
for breakfast at one of his favourite places. He knew all the people and
laughed and joked with them. He introduced me as a friend. The waitress
treated him like royalty. I smiled to myself wondering how she would act if
she had seen our activities in bed last night after the dance. Had to stop
those thoughts; I was still wound up not having had any relief this
morning. I couldn't stand up for a while.

We were early enough that we found a parking spot a few blocks from the
market area. It was a glorious Canadian fall day. The temperature was in
the low 20s Celsius and the sun on us made it feel even warmer. It was the
fall and the produce was local and looked really good. Soon our bags were
filled with tomatoes, peppers, celery, aubergine, garlic, onions, several
types of mushrooms, fresh herbs, baguettes and more. Then we went to an
Italian delicatessen. Of course, Philip knew most of the staff. I loved to
hear the quick, melodious words of Italian flowing off of Philip's lips. I
liked anything to do with Philip's lips. Sharp, hard Italian cheese,
Parmesan and provolone, along with soft mozzarella and special Italian
pasta for the lasagna that he had promised me. Then we spent a lot of time
tasting and choosing at the salami and antipasto counter.

That day, I saw that great other side of Philip, the warmth, the happiness
of greeting people. He was a man comfortable with himself. He was
introducing me to friends and associates in the community. As we walked
down the street to put our purchases in the car our arms and hands touched
each other and several times our eyes met and there was such tenderness in
his looks. I didn't want the day to ever end. Luckily the best was yet to
come.

We found a little pub in the market and it was obviously gay friendly. Some
of the guys were holding hands and talking intimately. We sat down and
before the waiter came Philip reached over and took my hand and squeezed
it. He didn't hold it long but the waiter must have seen it. He had a big
smile."Hey, good day, eh. What can I get you two?" He knew and we didn't
care. We ate a great ploughman's platter with a local micro brewery
beer. We left the restaurant with a rather pointed 'have a good afternoon'
from the waiter.

We started cooking as soon as we organized our purchases. I guess he wanted
to see the level of my culinary skills. He asked me to deal with the
tomatoes, onions and garlic. I was searching for a pot and he asked me what
I wanted it for.

"For the tomatoes." He frowned. "You asked me to deal with the
tomatoes. Watch and learn, big guy."

While the water was coming to a boil, I took his big French chef knife, 8
inches, just what I like for chopping and slicing vegetables, and chopped
and diced the onions. I used the traditional French dicing method, tip of
the knife on the cutting board, folded fingers with just the knuckle
showing and quick rocking down motions. Then the celery. I used the knife
to squash the garlic and then chopped it into fine pieces. I looked over
and he was looking at me with a big smile. I used the knife to slide them
into the hot frying pan with lots of olive oil.

"I thought that I had a sous chef but it looks like I have a chef in my
kitchen. The water is boiling. Now this I have to see."

I popped a tomato into the water and counted to 12 out loud. I took it our
with a slotted spoon and proceeded to peel the skin off with my
fingers. All I heard was, "I learn something ever day. OK, you are in
charge of the sauce my chef." He came over and gave me a kiss.

The smell of the sauteing onions, garlic, peppers, celery, mushrooms and
herbs turned the kitchen into the most wonderful place. I threw in the
chopped tomatoes. I put in a 1/2 cup of red wine and tasted it. I used the
palm of my hand as my measure for the salt and then ground pepper into the
sauce. I retested it and added a fraction more salt. Philip watched in
fascination as he was sauteing large slices of aubergine. I looked at
him. "Where's the sugar?"

"Sugar. No, not for the sauce."

"Who is making this sauce?" He reluctantly got the sugar. I handed him some
sauce in a spoon without any sugar. "Taste this." He did. I added a scant
teaspoon of sugar. He tasted again as did I. I added another very scant
teaspoon. He tasted it. "My lord, it has brightened, come alive." I smiled.

We assembled the lasagna with layers of pasta, meat, aubergine, sauce and
cheese until all the layers were complete. Into the oven and quickly the
entire condo was filed with the smell of Italy.

We sat side by side in the living room with a glass of wine and a plate of
baguette, salami and antipasto.

Philip raised his glass, "To my man of many surprises today. One of the
best days in a long time."

"To my chef." He shook his head smiling.

We ate and talked. He looked at the timer and put down his wine. He reached
over and kissed me deeply. That turned to caresses of my neck and chest and
finally he took off my shirt. I gave him a look.

"I checked. If we have a quickie, we have lots of time."

I laughed. I think I muttered horny bugger and then I took off his shirt.

We ended up naked on the couch. He had me on my knees with my hands on the
back of the couch and his tongue was down my back and then down my
crack. Finally, it was circling home base. I was moaning encouraging him to
go farther. After a few minutes, I made him pull away. I turned around and
kissed him. I could taste my musk and sweat. It was erotic. He was hard and
standing straight up. I took him him my mouth. He whimpered as I took him
all the way and used my tongue and throat muscles. He was almost
incoherent.

"Philip, I need you. Get the supplies." What a lovely sight. Going, the
broad back and beautiful bubble butt with just a hint of hair and
returning, his impressive cock at 45 degrees bobbing and swaying as he
walked. I almost lost it just looking at him. He sat on the couch and I put
a condom and lube on him and then lots of lube in me. I put my legs on each
side of his and lined him up to my entrance. The head was just touching me
and I bent down to kiss him. As we kissed, he slipped in. I had come to
love feeling that big cock head invade me but this time I didn't pause. I
slowly sank down all the way until I was sitting on his legs. I felt
invaded, sexual and part of this man.

"Philip, you have made me feel alive. I cannot tell you how much these last
days have meant to me. Today will be a memory that I shall always have."

"James, no Jamie, I didn't know how the simple things could be so
wonderful. Walking, cooking and now this." There was moisture forming in
the eyes of this big masculine man. "I had no idea."  I kissed him and
slowly wiped the moisture away with my tongue.

I started to move up and down. I did it so that it stimulated me and him. I
knew that this was a quicky so as I moved up and down massaging him with my
muscles as I did it, I reached behind and cupped his balls. I caressed them
and pulled them down. I reached over and licked and bit his nipples. He was
not still. He started to stroke me with one hand and work on my
balls. Every nerve in my body was exploding. I was riding a wave of pure
pleasure.

"Close."

"Same here."

My finish came first. My first shot landed on his lips and then I sprayed
him. There was white on his lips, chin, chest and stomach. My contractions
and very fast movements up and down had him firing I don't know how many
shots. I could feel his cock pulsing. The kisses never stopped. When I
finally felt him deflating, I held the condom and came off him. I don't
have a fetish about condoms and cum but the condom was filled from the tip
down the sides. It was amazing.

I had discovered that Philip became very physical after sex. He wanted to
hold me and caress my body.  I felt so protected and wanted by him. I guess
I was much the same. We lay on the couch and I pulled us as close to each
other as I could, gently feeling his body. There was no need for words. We
both knew how the other felt.

The timer's alarm went off. I pulled myself away. I smiled at him. "You
deal with that, I pointed to the condom and the cum all over him. I'll get
the lasagne out of the oven." I paused looking at him all over. "On second
thought, I feel a little kinky today. I can help."

I leaned over and licked a lot of my cum off him and kissed him. He looked
blown away but seemed to enjoy it. Then I decided to really blow him
away. I put my fingers around the base of the condom and squeezed it off
him. Then I took his cock in my mouth and cleaned him up. "I believe that
if you are responsible then you should help in the clean up." I kissed him
with some of himself in my mouth.

Smiling, "Never done that before. A day of firsts. Good day." He took my
cock in his mouth which still had cum on it. When finished, "I'm
responsible too. This could be habit forming."

We had a great meal. He swore that it was the best lasagna he had ever had
but added not to tell his mother. We watched a movie from iTunes and then
went to bed but not to sleep.

We were up early the next morning and decided on breakfast at one of
Philip's restaurants. We were given our usual welcome and received our
usual treatment. It was partly the Italian connection but mostly the
natural good nature of my guy. I hated to admit to myself but I was falling
for this guy in a big way. I just hoped that I was reading the signals
correctly and not setting myself for another big fall. We said our goodbyes
and drove back to his condo to get our bikes. We would do a big circle
route and end up back here sometime in the afternoon.

Again, we had chosen the perfect day. It was the last days of
September. The sun was out and the temperature was just right for a
ride. We took the side streets from his condo until we were on one of the
many bike paths in the city. We had chosen one that would take us along the
river and we both knew some really nice cafes that were on our route where
we could eat at noon. I love riding on a good day like this. It was not hot
but the sun was just warming us and it was serene. Some of the trees had
started to change colour but had not yet started dropping their
leaves. While we sprinted a couple of times just out of exuberance for the
day, we kept up a good pace. I enjoyed riding last as I could get a good
view of the rider in front of me. He looked spectacular in his tight riding
gear and I was often transfixed watching the muscles in his ass flex with
his motions. I was astounded that I had been naked in bed with him just
hours before. I had to quickly shift my thoughts several times.

Somewhere around half way on the ride out, we stopped by the path and took
our bikes down to the beach. It was rocky and stoney and I started to pick
up small flat stones and threw them in counting the number of skips I could
get. Of course, it soon became a good natured contest as to who could get
the longest skip or the most number. We were laughing like kids. When we
stopped, we sat on a rock and took in the light of the sun on the water and
the gentle lapping of waves. It was one of those simple, sublime moments. I
looked up and over at Philip. He was looking at me.

His words were soft and intense. "Haven't had moments like this for a long
time. I have had quite a few in the last week."

I looked at him. "I know. Me too."  At almost the same time, we leaned to
each other and kissed. It was not a passionate, tongue duelling kiss but a
soft, long kiss that seemed to say even more than the other kind. We heard
people approaching so we broke and stood up. I scanned his body and
mine. "Maybe a little walk down the beach away from the people. Just to
give us time to settle down." What I really wanted to do was to kneel down
and trace that long hard tube that was outlined by his pants with my
tongue.

Lunch was great. We ended up talking to a couple who were also biking. She
was a nurse and he was computer engineer in a local firm. They were bright
and lots of fun. We finally started on our route home. We arrived back in
the mid afternoon and we agreed that we needed a shower before we sat down
with our antipasto and salami from yesterday. We never did get to the
antipasto.

We didn't even discuss it. We undressed and went together to the
bathroom. Philip started to run the shower and adjust the temperature. I
came up behind him and pulled him close. He could feel my enlarging
cock. We started with the soft loving kisses but they changed quickly into
the other kind. We were both hard by the end. We washed and cleaned all the
important bits. It was the most erotic shower that I have ever had. We were
out of the shower drying off and Philip reached over and turned off the
light. The light from the hallway gave just a lovely glow in the
bathroom. We could see each other outlined in the mirror. Philip placed
himself facing the mirror and I was behind him.

"Jamie, it has been a perfect day. I want to do something different. I want
to watch us make love. Please get the supplies and bring them here." I
realized what he wanted.

As I reentered the bathroom, in the mirror, I could see my cock sticking
out in front of me moving as I walked.  Philip was standing facing me, with
a smile on his face. He uttered one short phrase. "I like it."

I gave them to him. "It is your video. We do what you want. You are right,
a perfect day, weekend really."

Oh shit he gave me the soft kiss for minutes. It was torture as we rubbed
each others bodies. He finally stopped. Smiling sweetly, he knelt down and
sucked the head of my cock and slowly using his fingers and mouth put a
condom on me. He turned sideways to the mirror but facing it slightly. He
handed me the lube after he put a lot on me. I gently put it in him looking
at his eyes as I did. Then I slowly entered him. His eyes got bigger as did
mine as we watched my cock slowly be taken in by his body. When I could go
no farther, I turned his face to me. "You are a very special person." I
went slowly and I watched as my cock disappeared and reappeared in a slow
rhythm. I had never done this before and been so affected by anything like
this before. We were one, saying something to other that I was afraid to
say verbally.

"Oh Jamie kiss me. Run your hands over my chest and please stroke me to
your rhythm."

I realized that this was not release. This was love making. I realized in
some part of my brain that I had never done this with anyone before. It was
a first. So there was no flight to a finish or an attempt to prolong it, we
just kept on talking to each other with our bodies. Several times he threw
back his head in pure joy and pleasure. At he final time, he started to
move in my hand which had been gently stroking him and he sped up. His body
tensed and strained forward with me pressing in behind him and he
finished. We watched as each shot arced up landing on the vanity in
different spots and distance. His contractions and pressure started me and
I growled in my throat at each pulse. He was looking at me as my face was a
mask of pleasure and emotion. I had grabbed him around the chest and
pressed him against me.

We were both incoherent but when I came out forced by his body, I turned
him around and kissed him again. "Never done that before. You are
magnificent."

We finally made it to the kitchen after a long time just holding each other
in bed. He looked at me. "I know that you have an early meeting and have to
go but I want you to know that I need you here more than anything that I
have needed before."

"Sorry, but I do have to be up early and I know how you feel."

We sat comfortably eating and talking about the day. We were still sitting
at the counter when he looked at me. "I think that we have to talk. I want
to make certain that we understand each other." I quietly looked at him
saying nothing. "I have no desire to see anyone else but you."

I shook my head. "Neither do I ... want you to see anyone else but me."

He started to chuckle. "You really are a prick."

I grabbed and slid my fingers over my crotch and drawled out, "Yeaaaah, big
prick. Just you big guy, you are enough for me."

"I don't like not being with you every night."

"Horny bastard." He shook his head. I cut off what he was about to say. "I
know it is not just that because I feel exactly the same." I stopped,
trying to collect my many thoughts. "You know that I was really burned by
that bastard. I don't think either of us is ready for a radical solution
but perhaps there is a way.  We could live at each others place for days or
a week and then switch. Most of our calls are to our cells and we can use
call forwarding for the home phones."

"Sounds interesting. I like it. I knew that you would come up with
something creative."

"I have to ask that we are honest with each other. Please don't put me in a
position that Colin put me in."

He moved closer. "You know that I would never do that to you but I
understand. Honesty."

"I would like to be tested."

He had a very happy look on his face. "Tomorrow after work. We can meet at
the clinic."

We held each others hands as we talked about how we would organize our
lives together. We decided to go by the week although it did present
problems with clothing for work. We both decided to spend a little extra
money on new razors, tooth brushes and personal toiletries. We figured that
it would be OK if one person wanted some private time alone at their
place. We agreed that I would go home that night. He would pack up his
stuff and come to my place after the clinic.

We started to talk about Thanksgiving (second Monday of October) which was
the next weekend. It hadn't come up before because we had been leading
separate lives. He was going to his parents. Their family had a huge family
party with all the aunts and uncles and their families. It was a huge
organized potluck meal and it was at different home every year, at his
parents' place this year.

I was going home to have our traditional thanksgiving with my parents,
sister and her husband and kids and some uncles and aunts and their
families. It sounded a bit like his family. I realized that a meal with my
family was noisy and fun.

We both admitted that we would miss each other. Almost as an after thought,
I asked him how his Italian family accepted him as a gay. There was sudden
look of panic that flashed across his face. Almost by instinct, I knew the
answer to my question.

"OK, first test of honesty. I am so sorry Jamie. A sin of omission. They
don't know." There must have been a look of surprise and shock on my face
and not a good look because his look became really anxious. "Is this a bit
of problem for you, a big problem?"

"Philip, yes it is a problem if it isn't solved. I want to start to make a
relationship with you. You know, when we are in those restaurants in the
morning, I like being introduced as your friend but I always have this
feeling that I have to watch what I do and say so I don't give anything
away. I don't want a life with you like that. I want to meet and be part of
your family if they will accept me. A lot of that will be up to me, I know
but Philip, I didn't agree to share my life with you on whim. I want to be
with you in all ways. You mean so much to me and I think that it is only
starting."

I stopped to look at the surprised but happy look on his face. Continuing
quickly, "In the words of the philosopher, 'there, you can run now or run
with me'." I paused again. "Don't do any thing over Thanksgiving; it's a
family holiday and there should be no big surprises. Your mother and father
don't need that with all the family arriving."

"Where have you come from? Hot and thoughtful. Give me a kiss. Going to
miss you tonight."

We kissed. "Just think what tomorrow night will be like." I ran my fingers
over the front of his pants. "No! That was just a tease until
tomorrow. Gotta go."

We were tested. I was correct; Monday night was a night to remember
although there would be an even better night when we had our results. I was
certain that both would be negative. Our system worked well. His phone rang
several times and he talked to his mother about Thanksgiving and he assured
her that he would be coming alone. I smiled and walked over as he was
talking to her and ran my fingers over his chest and thighs. He swatted me
away just holding back the laughter.

The week passed quickly and we said our goodbyes on Friday morning and
promised to phone each other at least once on the weekend. I told him that
since my family knew about me, he could phone at almost anytime. I would
explain the call truthfully. He commented that he would like to hear that
explanation. The kiss was long and passionate and I finally broke the kiss,
touched his hand gently and left.


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If you liked this story, you might want to read the others that I have
published on Nifty. In particular, Unexpected Change which has had the most
positive comments and one of my favourites, Getting My Act Together.

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, April 25, 2014