Date: Thu, 22 May 2014 15:30:09 -0400
From: preecherdave@gmail.com
Subject: Unexpected 6

Unexpected 6

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Author's Notes

This chapter is probably one of my favourite chapters in my writing. I hope
that you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. If not, there are some
interesting chapters to come with some twists and turns.


Previously

"Jaimie, I am not going to able to hold back much longer. You have me so
hard and so sensitive that I can't last much longer. Come join me." I
started to stroke myself faster and faster as I started to force myself to
move against him. I started before him and as I yelled his name as I
literally forced out shots that hit my chin. I squeezed him as hard as I
could with my anal muscles. It must have done the trick because he suddenly
called my name and thrust hard into me and pushed as hard as he could
holding so hard that he was shaking. He muttered and moaned and suddenly
started to thrust frantically again to the rhythm of his final shots.

We were both breathless and strangely had stupid grins on our faces. He
spoke first. "Never, never have I experienced anything like this. Fuck."

"In the vernacular that is what we did. But I like to call it making love
with my lover. Kiss me."



Present

We were in the Christmas season. There were parties. We both had to plan
for staff parties. Then there were presents for the extended family on both
sides. I especially wanted to spend a lot of time on the my sister's kids
and on Tony's kids. The first decision we made was that this year we would
spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Morning with the Philip's family. Then we
would leave in time to arrive at my home for Christmas supper. We would
spend Boxing Day with them and then come home to get ready for a party at
the house on New Year's Eve.

The New Year's Eve party started out as a small thing and then grew
exponentially. It started with Philip's brothers and sister and then with
Tom and Eric and our friends from the club. Then some football people were
included, quite a few actually. Finally we both decided to ask people from
work. Since I was the boss, I had to invite everyone and Philip had to
invite a number of people he liked and who were important to him. Luckily,
several of the people invited already had invitations. We made it clear
that it could be a drop in or a stay until midnight. I warned all the
straights that there would dancing with a number of gay couples at the
party. We may have lost a few with that caveat. My biggest surprise was Dom
saying that he would love to come and bring his girlfriend. He had added
that she liked his scrawny ass. I could not stop chuckling.

About 3 weeks before Christmas, I had a surprise phone call from Philip's
brother Gio asking me if I could come to lunch with him. He asked me not to
mention it to Philip. I expressed my surprise and told him that I didn't
like keeping secrets from Philip. He said that he understood but to wait
for our chat. I agreed to meet him.

We met at a little bistro downtown. He looked serious but we made small
talk and discussed Christmas plans. I could sense that he was leading up to
something and he finally said that he had a question for me. The question
rocked me.

"Jamie, why does everyone hate Chelsea?"

I swallowed and gave him a bit of smile. I was thinking hard and fast. I
had to be careful with what I said. Yet, I was not going to make something
up to make him or her feel good. "A loaded question Gio." I paused thinking
furiously again. "Well, I think that the word 'hate' is really the wrong
word." I held up my hand as he started to react. "I don't hate her and I
don't think that anybody does. I'll be blunt. I have just given up."

Gio's brows and forehead crinkled into a frown. This obviously not what he
was expecting. "What, what do you mean?"

"Gio, I have tried to engage her in conversation. I get one word or a short
sentence back. She has NEVER tried to engage me in a conversation or
respond to anything that I have said. I remember saying to Philipo one day
that I tried to talk to her but she was more interested in her
telephone. How many times have you seen her try to be involved with the
family? Remember the night we played the trading game. I got her to play
hoping it would break some of her reluctance to join in. She reacted as if
it was stupidest thing she had ever done. You and Mamma joined and had a
ball. Does she ever interact with Tony's children?"

I could see that all the defensive reactions had evaporated from his
posture. He actually slumped a little. "Does she ever bring anything for
meals? Does she help with getting it on the table as the rest of us do? Has
she ever offered to help clean up? Sorry Gio, you asked. She is not hated."
I paused and suddenly with clarity, I realized what it was. "She has not
joined the family. Philipo finally had to tell me before Thanksgiving that
no one in the family knew that he was gay. I told him that was a big
problem for me" Gio looked puzzled. "Family is important to me. I would not
have stayed with Philipo if he had not come out to all of you. I don't do
all the things I do to 'suck' up to the family. I want to be part of it. I
enjoy it."

I continued. "Can I ask you a question?" He nodded yes. "Who used the word
'hate'?" He frowned. "You or Chelsea?"

"She did." He shrugged his shoulders.

"I figured that. Hate is a word that implies that someone is doing
something wrong to you. It is not your fault. It is their fault. I want to
warn you that I have met people like that. If you suggest any of this to
her, I suspect her reaction will be that you have joined them and are
taking their side. I don't think that she understands what she is
doing. Different circumstances but I had a guy who I lived with for a time
and he was like that. He broke up with me and never understood why I was so
upset with the way he did it more than the actual breakup. I may add that
it was luckiest thing in my life. I met your brother a few months later."

"You really like Philipo, don't you?"

"You have no idea how much." I looked at him closely. "Gio, this took guts
and I understand why you wanted it to be private. I warn you again. Be very
careful with what you say. I am sure that almost anything will rebound on
you. What I said is just my opinion and observations and don't bloody well
quote me."

That seemed to break the tension. "Sorry, I have to get back to work. Good
luck."

"You think I'll need it don't you?"

I nodded yes with a smile with raised eyebrows.

"Thanks. I knew that you would be honest with me. You have given me a lot
to think about. I am glad you joined the family." He paused looking
reflective.  "Why do I keep choosing women like this? I just seem never to
have any luck."

"Gio, you just haven't met the right person. It took me years and a chance
meeting with your brother."

"I am older than you!"

"You are a good guy; don't give up. Maybe, sometime, when you least expect
it."

I gave what I hoped was an encouraging smile. He stood and gave me a big
Italian family hug. I must have done something right.

The rest of the week was whirlwind. My staff party was the next week and I
arranged a great restaurant for dinner and some dancing. I had never taken
anyone to it as Colin came up with some excuse why he couldn't go the
previous year; so I warned some of my closest colleagues that Philip would
be coming. It would be interesting. We were starting a life together. It
thrilled me and scared the hell out of me. I wanted it to work so badly.

We were to go to church that weekend with the family and back for lunch. We
had so much on, that we could not stay for the afternoon. Mamma understood
and I told Pops that I would save the game and watch it when I had the
chance. The surprise at church, no Chelsea.

As we left the sanctuary for coffee and social time. Gio walked up beside
me. "You warned me. I tried to be as cool and logical as possible. Nothing
worked. I too was ganging up on her. Is she just one of those vacant headed
girls that are out there?"

"I can't say. I suspect that she is not as mature as people like
Julia. Just a very different personality. Where do you stand?"

"Well she is not here and I am. I had an ultimatum to be with her this
morning. It was her or the family."

"Stupid girl!"

"I don't want ultimatums from someone who throws temper tantrums over my
family. I suspect that I am going to call her bluff. She is not even that
good in bed." His hand flew up to his mouth. "Oh shit, I shouldn't have
said that."

"Oh, if you are a typical Marchese man, then she REALLY is not in a good
bargaining position." I gave him a big smile and shot in the arm. He
actually blushed

"I know why my brother likes you. You don't pull your punches, especially
not on my arm. So you think that we Marchese men need that."

"Figure that one out yourself, big guy but I know the answer." I gave him a
big smile. "I hope that you are going to come on New Years Eve." I looked
at him and gave him a very suggestive, almost naughty smile. "I have some
friends coming that night, single and ready ... who would ... love to meet
you ... the hot blooded Italian stud." We were still laughing when we
arrived for coffee. He assured me that he would be there with a date or by
himself and that he would leave that way.

"You and Gio laughing, what gives?"

"Oh just a little post service chat about the sermon." I looked at him with
innocent eyes.

"I'll get it out of you, later."

We arrived home early in the afternoon and started planning our week and
our schedules to get everything done. I knew what was coming.

"So Gio. No Chelsea. You know something. Spill." He grabbed me in a
headlock. I got to feel his body in the little mock tussle.

"I don't respond well to threats of violence."

"Poor baby. Tell your big, bad, hunk of a guy." He kissed me.

"That's better. OK, just between you and me, because you are such a hot
stud. I told him of my meeting and conversation with Gio.

"I am so glad he turned to you. I don't think that I would have handled it
so well. Have they split up."

"Don't know but I hope so for his sake. You know I think that she was
holding him back. He is a bright, decent guy. He asked me if she was one of
those vacant headed girls who are out there. I said that I didn't know but
between you and me, I think that he hit it on the head. She is one of those
pretty people who demand to be entertained and it not just women that are
like that. I think now that I knew one man like that quite well. Please let
him bring it up or ask him where Chelsea is next time you see him. Engage
him. He wants to be part of the family but feels unsure of himself."

"My wise guy." He kissed me again and I held him off as we had a lot to do
that afternoon. We made up for it later that night.

We were dressed and ready. My guy was hot in his shirt, tie and new suit
that fit him like a model. I looked OK myself in my new suit. As I told
him, I liked to arrive dressed like this and slowly dress down as the night
wore on. To his query, I said that I loosened the tie first and undid the
collar and finally took of the suit jacket. I told him that I kept the tie
on with shirt open a bit because it looked so damn sexy. I wanted the
company to have style but I also wanted to be able to let my hair down a
bit.

We arrived early so that we would able to greet people as they arrived. At
the restaurant before the first arrivals, "How do you want me to introduce
you? What do I call you? My friend? Philip? Philip Marchese?"

"Are we just friends?"

I smiled and shook my head no. "Not in my mind."

"Jamie, we are partners and have been for months. I would like everyone to
know that, if it is OK with you."

I saw a group of staff coming in the door. I waved them over indicating the
coat rack. The first to arrive was one of my senior members. "Steve and
Beth so good to see you. Welcome. I would like you meet my partner, Philip
Marchese. Philip, Steve and Beth Martin." It felt so good to call him
that. Philip had glowed.

Philip was a natural. Before they or I knew it, he was escorting them over
to the bar engaging them in conversation. I noticed that he watched for
other arrivals and came to my side as they came in. We kept this up until
all but 4 people had arrived. He and I joined the party but kept a watch on
the door. Philip was with me and then he would be off with someone on his
own. People took to him immediately.

One of the waiters finally came up to me to say the first course was ready
and could they start to serve. It was well passed the time that I had told
everyone when dinner would be served so I got everyone's attention and
people started to seat themselves. The late ones would simply have to find
a spot if they were coming. Half way through the first course the four
arrived, flushed and obviously had been somewhere drinking, losing track of
the time. It was a party and if they were having a good time, how could I
complain?

I stood up to greet them and welcome them. They apologized and I told them
that it was a party and they were here to have a good time. They seemed
relieved. I picked out one of them, Greg, in my mind to have a word with
about drinking and driving as I didn't want to be legally responsible for
over consumption of alcohol. In fact, I had made it clear that the drinks
before dinner were free and there would be one bottle of wine for each 4
people at their table. After that, a cash bar. It was up to them and
bartenders to deal with drinking questions.

The dinner was delicious and soon the tables were being moved and the room
set up for dancing. Philip and I had decided that we would hang back for a
while and perhaps ask some wives to dance if husbands were not dancers. We
would dance together later in the evening.

I watched Philip dance with several of the ladies. He made them happy and
their husbands, who didn't want to dance. I too had a great time with some
of the members of the staff and the wives of others. We were both having a
good time at the party. I stopped at one point and scanned the
floor. Philip was dancing with Jane, one of our young clerical staff, one
of the four who had come late. Suddenly, I watched her. Unless I was
totally out of my mind, she was putting the move on Philip. They were
dancing a slow dance and her hand had slowly gone from his shoulder to his
waist to his ass. I moved so that I could see his face. There was look of
wide eyed panic. He saw me and he mouthed help. I quickly got one of the
young IT guys and asked him to break in and ask Jane to dance. He knew
exactly what I was doing. He did it very smoothly. The look he got from
Jane told me that I was correct.

Philip arrived at the table and I started to laugh managing to get out
'your eyes, panic, priceless,'.

"Wait til I get you home." And then he started to laugh. Luckily we both
stopped realizing that we didn't want Jane to think that we were laughing
at her. Because her group had arrived late, she obviously hadn't been
introduced to my partner. She took my big hot stud as fair game for the
night. Would have to deal with that tomorrow, diplomatically.

I went to the bar for a soft drink and saw the guy, Greg, who had come in
late. He too was getting a soft drink. "Designated driver?"

"Right, I don't drink much and the crowd I am with goes a little overboard
sometimes so I do the driving. You don't have to worry boss. I'll get them
home."

"Thanks Greg. Have a good night."

Time passed and it was getting late. I needed to dance with my guy. A few
had left and I figured that it was time. I grabbed Philip and led him to
the dance floor. "I have been wanting to do this all night. You look great
in that suit and now that the jacket is off I can see that beautiful ass. I
could almost eat it. Maybe I shall later. Oh the loose tie and open shirt
turns me on." I raised my eyebrows.

"No argument from me. By the way, your ass is a work of art, one that I
would love to touch right now but I'll be good."

We danced a couple of fast ones and then a slow one came on. I smiled at
him and nodded yes. As far as I could see not an eyebrow was raised. I
ended up with a dreamy look on my face and while I wanted to kiss him, I
satisfied myself with pulling my head back looking at him and saying very
quietly that I loved him more than I could explain. We stared at each other
for a long time until I was lost in those beautiful eyes. We never stopped
dancing. We ended up dancing the last dance together and joined the group
clapping the DJ for a good selection of music.

On the way back to the table, one of my single, female accountants looked
at me and told me that she hoped that she would find someone who would look
at her like that. Wow. Times had changed.

I settled the bills that needed settling and left a good tip for the
waiters and bartenders. As we walked out into the street, I looked at my
guy. I put an arm around his shoulder and gave him a hug.

"What's that for. You aren't usually so demonstrative in public."

"You were truly my partner tonight. I don't care who sees me holding you
like this." We walked to our car. As I drove, he rested his hand on my
thigh. I was hard instantaneously and squirming. He had a big innocent
smile on his face except his finger did happen to check between my legs. He
smiled even more.

It was a night for making love slowly. It was almost painful. I was so
enlarged. At one point, as I was between his legs with just the head of his
cock in my mouth, I glanced up at his face. His eyes were closed, mouth
slightly open, his forehead was slightly creased. He looked as if he was
somewhere else in pure pleasure. My heart soared. I was giving him such
pure pleasure. I must have stopped or changed my rhythm. He eyes opened and
he was looking directly at me.

"I was picturing you tonight with your jacket off, shirt open and tie
pulled down. I could see just a bit of the hair on your chest. I wanted to
strip you on the spot. Now I have you naked with that lean body leaning
over me. Jamie, come here. Kiss me."

I kissed him as he ran his hands through my chest teasing the hair pulling
it gently and then lightly flicking my nipples. It was my turn to be
transported with my eyes shut and my mouth open. I was even breathing hard.

I felt him move. I opened my eyes to see him put his fingers in his mouth
and wet them well and then reach down and cover my cock with his saliva. He
then placed me at his entrance and started to pull me in. "Make love to me
lover." I did for a long time.

"You are so tight and hot; I can't last much longer." The sensations were
incredible every time I moved in and out of him. It didn't help a lot that
he had his fingers between us and he was alternately stroking my cock and
fondling or pulling my balls. I could see his other hand stroking himself
faster and faster. I figured that we were both at the same spot. "Close!" I
said between pursed lips and my breath was becoming ragged as well. He
stroked the back of my cock pressing on the urethra that was
distended. That put me over the top. I went in all the way and started. It
was overpowering.

"Oh shit, Jamie your contractions. Oh shit, oh shit." I had never seen him
shoot as far. We looked at other with looks of astonishment and then smiles
of pure contentment. I lay on top of him and we kissed. I let nature take
its course and only turned on my side when I popped out of him, deflated
and sated. He did what he often did when he feels like this, he pulled me
as close as he could and kept touching me and giving me little kisses
everywhere. It was as if he had to prove that it was all real and he had
taken possession of me. I loved the intimacy and his need to be so
close. We quietly told each other how much we enjoyed the evening together
as partners. It was another moment of our relationship becoming closer.

About a week later, Philip arrived home. "It is official. Chelsea is
history. Gio phoned me today and told me the whole story. He really
appreciated your comments. I think that he actually likes you. When he
first phoned, he said that I probably knew all the background. I tried to
protest but he said that we were obviously so close that it was something
partners would share. I finally told him he was right. He sounds quite
upbeat. He told me that he would be over early on New Years Eve day and
would help us get the party set up. It looks as he will come solo but he
left that open for now."

"If he doesn't mind, we have some pickups of food and tableware. Perhaps,
he could pick some of that up for us. It would really help."

By the day before Christmas Eve, we had everything bought and all the
arrangements made for New Years Eve. So we went out dancing with the
guys. It was a special night. We danced and had a great time. It was
especially nice as Tom and Eric were there and although we had seem them
over the holidays, we had been a bit wrapped up in our own lives. We
invited them over for the afternoon of Christmas Eve and enjoyed some time
alone with them. Then it was shower and dress for Christmas Eve.

Christmas Eve was a big event for the Marcheses. We arrived at 7 pm and
were the first there. We helped Mamma put out some munchies and wine and
made sure that there was lots of beer in the fridge. It was wonderfully
chaotic when Tony and family arrived. The kids were excited and immediately
went to the tree to find the presents with their name attached. They knew
that they would be able to open one just before we went to church and then
rest when we came back. Gio was in great spirits. He was so much more a
part of the family now that the weight of Chelsea had been taken off his
back. Jane arrived with a boyfriend. He was a good looking professional
from work. I enjoyed him.

We all arrived at church at the same time and took our seats. When ever I
entered the church, it took me back to my days as a boy soprano in the my
parent's Anglican Church. I think it was the atmosphere. Both churches had
that smell of years of furniture polish and candles being burned during the
service. In this church, there was the lingering smell of incense used in
the liturgy. I am not a religious person and not even a believer but I feel
that I am a spiritual person. So entering the church gives me a feeling of
spirituality and reflectiveness. My body slows down and I could relax and
enjoy the wonderful smells, the soaring vaults and the stained glass
windows many back lit against the darkness outside. The altar this
Christmas Eve was beautiful and I enjoyed just taking in its colours and
gold brocade. The church had been decorated beautifully and there were
candles lit everywhere. In fact, after the first few minutes, the lights
were turned down and all the candles in the aisles were lit. It was
magical. The smell of candle wax surrounded us.

I felt so at peace with my new family and my wonderful Philip. In these
moments, I felt so close to him. When we sat down, I let my hand slowly
touch his as we sat. He looked at me and think that we made some kind of
instant connection. I smiled at him and he simply squeezed my fingers and
gave me a wonderful smile in return. I looked over at Mamma and Pops to
find Mamma starring at us with a look of total love. She leaned over and
told me that Gio had told her what I said to him that day at the
restaurant. She gave me a little kiss on the cheek and a thank you; Philip
looked so happy. I sang the hymns using the harmony in the hymn book
thinking that I should perhaps join a choir. I guess I really sang out as I
several people turned their heads and smiled at me. Singing was good for
the soul.

I realized yet again that you didn't have to believe in everything that was
said by the priest. But one could still feel that feeling of love and
commitment to people and family. I regretted not being able to take the
Eucharist as the priest did comment that it was for people baptized in the
Catholic faith. I literally interpreted the Eucharist as a coming together
of people and families eating as in the last supper, celebrating
together. I know that my thoughts would be considered anathema by the
priest but I still enjoyed taking it at my parents' church. It was a time
of sharing bread and wine together.

We sang one last rousing hymn and the recessional had passed. We stayed
seated to listen to the organist playing a wonder toccata and fugue by
Bach. I was still high from its ringing glory as we left.

We arrived at our car. "Philipo, thank you for approaching me that night at
the club. You have changed my life. I would never have thought that that
would lead to this." I reached over and kissed him.

He looked at me with an impish smile. "I would never have expected this to
be your reaction to a church service."

I gave him a bit of flippant answer. "Holiness is in how you live your
life." Maybe it was not that flippant.

There was more fun and fellowship back at the house and more food and
wine. Back to exercising before the new year. At one point, Mamma sat
beside me. "Jamie dear, you are quiet and thoughtful tonight."

"Mamma the church service made me reflective. It suddenly hit me how
blessed I have been this year. I found my Philipo. More than that, I have
this." My arm swept in front of me indicating the room and everyone in
it. Blessed." There were tears in my eyes and I didn't care. I was
emotional.

Mamma took my hand and kissed my cheek. "My wonderful fourth son. I too
have been blessed."

At that moment, Marcus came running up. "Look Uncle Jamie at the pictures I
took with the camera you and Uncle Philipo gave me for Christmas." I
grabbed him and put on my lap and we browsed through his pictures. I didn't
have to lie when I told him that he had a good sense of composition. Then
he was off. I looked up and saw Philip looking at me with a trace of a
smile on his face. We looked at each other until Marcus ran to him to show
him the pictures. He looked so wonderful with Philip.

We made our way back to our place, knowing that we would have to be up
early to be back for breakfast the morning with Mamma and Pops. I did not
care how much sleep that I had that night. We had decided to give each
other a present of an oriental knotted rug as our joint Christmas
present. We unrolled it on the living room floor. It was beautiful. In the
light of room, the deep reds almost shone and worked so beautifully with
the rich blues along with other rich colours. We sat for a few minutes
holding each other and gazing at it enjoying it as our first big item for
our new house.

 I finally broke the revery. I pulled Philip to me and kissed him gently at
first and then more intensely. There were things that I had to say to
Philip with my body. I finally pulled him up and guided him to the bedroom.

"What were you and Mamma talking about."

"About the fact that I was looking thoughtful this evening."

"And?"

"I told her that this year I felt that I was blessed." My eyes filled
again. "Come I have things to say to you."

I ended up doing what Philip often does to me. He and I were naked and I
couldn't hold him close enough; I couldn't get enough of him in my
grasp. We ended on the bed with my arms wrapped tightly around
him. Hugging, kissing and touching him. I could feel his hard cock
throbbing between us as I pressed him to me. I realized that tonight I had
to take him. I had to show him what he meant to me.

"Philipo, this is my time to let you know how I feel about you." I put my
fingers over his mouth to stop a rejoinder. Shaking my head, "My time."

I made him lie down on his back. What a magnificent sight! His olive tinted
skin was dark in the subdued lighting. His legs were a little apart and I
could see the hair on his legs, especially the wonderful dark hair on his
thighs. My fingers running over his thighs and in the hair made him squirm
and make noises in his throat. While I was doing that, my eyes followed up
his body over the the tight stomach with just a light treasure trail. Then
they focused on the developed chest with its light covering of dark brown
hair. I couldn't resist using my fingers on that and then taking his
already hard nipples in my mouth. He gasped. He tried to do use his hands
and I shook my head no.

My mouth went from his nipples to his neck and shoulders. I licked and then
bit his shoulders. It must have either hurt or inflamed him more because he
drew in his breath sharply. The kisses on his neck caused moans of
pleasure. Then I kissed him. Gently at first and then more passionately.

I had been kneeling beside him all the time but I quickly straddled him and
went from bending over him kissing him to lying on him letting our bodies
move and rub each other. We were both on fire. We kissed for minutes.

I raised myself up. He looked expectant. "I have more planned."

My mouth was on the head of his cock. First just my tongue and then slowly
and gently my mouth sucking and increasing the pressure. My finger was at
his entrance stroking, teasing and gently pushing in. "Jamie, you are
killing me."

"Oh, big guy, this is just the beginning."

As quickly as I had sucked him, I moved in a swift movement with my tongue
to his ass and crack. Finally, my tongue was taking over from the fingers
and pressing in. He was swearing and moving his entire body in response to
my efforts. There were almost whimpering sobs. Good, he was ready.

I rose up and straddled his chest. "Wet me." He sucked right to the bottom
and then slowly came off making sure that I was wet and shining with his
saliva.

When my head was at his entrance moving slowly around it and then slowly in
and out, I felt his hands on my ass. He looked at me with
determination. "OK, here is what I want!" He pulled me in hard without
letting me stop to get him used to me. I could feel the hot, tight walls
reacting. They were contracting and pulsing to my invasion. It felt so damn
hot and erotic. When I was all the way in, I leaned over and kissed him
again forcing myself in even more if that was possible.

Then it was a wild ride. He had once promised me a wild ride and now I was
giving him one. No edging tonight. His hands were all over me reacting to
every move I made. My cock had never been as engorged, so hard. It was
almost painful but every nerve in my body was sending pleasure to every
pleasure receptor in my body. I could now feel Philip stroking himself and
his head moving from side to side; his face radiated pure pleasure. I knew
I was just a couple a strokes away as I lowered myself to kiss him again. I
felt him increase his speed and finally felt his body tense and clamp down
on me. That set me off and I swear that there were spasms in almost every
muscle group of my body.

We kissed and kissed until I finally fell limp on his body. We were both
breathless. I could feel the wetness everywhere on his stomach and chest. I
managed to raise myself and lick a lot of it up and then kissed him again.

"My thoughtfulness was about my first meeting with you and how blessed I
have been for the rest of the year. I almost felt high this evening with
the beautiful service and you and my family around me."  I looked at him
and we kissed a gentle kiss of closeness and love. No more was said but I
could feel physically the bond between us.



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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, May 9, 2014