Date: Tue, 14 Nov 2023 21:49:49 +0000 From: Henry Brooks Subject: A Tale of three Romances Dear Readers: Please do your part to keep this website alive and well. Click on the "donate" icon and give what you can to assure yourselves hours of erotic and entertaining reading. Send donations to https://donate.nifty.org. Thanks, HWB A Tale of Three Romances Carl and Nick Mr. and Mrs. Pines live next door to Nicholas Frazer in Somerset, NJ. Originally, Nick bought the house with a partner. When they split, he was loathe to sell it. He loved living in the country, and in his beautiful home. Carl Pines is very friendly with Nick, but his wife, Anne, will have nothing to do with him, because he's gay. The fact that the two men have different sexual orientations has not impacted on their friendship at all. Nick is very aware of Anne's attitude towards him, but Carl has assured him that it will always be okay between them. Anne chastised Carl on more than one occasion. "People will think you're gay," she scolded." "Who gives a damn what people think." Carl responded. "Nick's a great guy and a good friend." "You may not care if people think you're a queer, but I do. They might think that I'm a fag hag." "That's utter nonsense," Carl sounded exasperated. "You know I'm straight; I know I'm straight; the whole neighborhood knows it. For your information, the neighbors all like Nick." "I'm still opposed to this close friendship you two have forged, and I'm jealous of all the time you spend together." "Listen, honey," he said. He wanted to say bitch instead of honey, but he controlled himself. "It's more than an hour's commute to Manhattan, and Nick sitting next to me makes it feel like a ten minute trip. I'm never going to stop being his friend. In fact, I consider us to be BFFs." "You're impossible," Anne scolded him, and walked away. One lovely Sunday afternoon, Carl and Nick had a golf game, so Anne decided to visit her parents in Manhattan. "I'll be home about six," she said. "Don't make dinner. Take me out to a nice restaurant this evening." "Sure, I'd like that," Carl said. The men got home from the game about 2 PM. They went into their own homes to shower. Carl got dressed for dinner, but Nick put on a pair of boxers, and nothing more. He was spending a quiet evening at home. He intended to watch porn, and he got himself ready to whack off. About 4 PM Carl's land line rang. Nobody ever called that number anymore, and he figured it was a solicitor, but he couldn't risk it. He went into the kitchen to answer it, and turned on the light switch. He was surprised that the overhead light didn't turn on. "Shit," he thought. "I hope I have a replacement bulb." He picked up the phone, and said, "Hello." "Carl," Anne screeched. She sounded hysterical, and she frightened Carl half to death. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Did you see the news?" "No, I just got out of the shower after our golf game." "It doesn't matter," she said. "You probably don't have any electricity. The power is out over the entire eastern seaboard. The busses and trains aren't running, and nobody knows when it will be restored. I've decided to stay in Manhattan at my parents' apartment. Hopefully, I'll be home tomorrow. If you get into Manhattan tomorrow, call me at my parents' place. We can have our dinner in New York." "If the power is out, how did you call me?" "Fortunately, my folks still have a land line, and I was able to reach you on ours." "Okay honey, make the best of it. It's lucky we can still stay in touch the old fashioned way." Carl was dressed, so while it was still light, he decided to go next door to see if Nick had any spare candles. When he knocked on his friend's door, Nick was clad only in boxer shorts, so he yelled, "Who is it?" "It's me, Carl." The door flew open, and because he was nearly naked, Nick pulled his next door neighbor into the house. "Nick," Carl implored, "Do you have any candles I could borrow. It's beginning to get dark." "I found one votive candle in the back of a cupboard, but I'm not lighting it until it's almost totally dark. Listen, Buddy, stay here. I have some yogurt in the fridge. We might as well eat it for dinner before it spoils." "Thanks, dear friend, I appreciate that. Anne is staying in New York tonight." "Get undressed to your underwear," Nick requested. "I don't want you to feel overdressed. Stay the night. We'll be company for each other. You can use the guest room," "I'd like that," Carl said, but why do I have to use the guest room? I'd rather sleep with you." "What???" "I said that I want to sleep with you. I've been afraid to tell you, but I'm madly in love with you. I have been for some time." "My God," Nick said, "I'm crazy in love with you also. Naturally, I never acted on it. I was afraid it would end our friendship." "I knew that it wouldn't end our friendship, but I was too afraid to tell you. Now I feel like shouting `I love you' from the rooftop. "This is great," Nick said, "I was going to watch some porn flicks tonight. Now you and I can make our own porn." "You better keep your promise," Carl said. "I'm really glad we both showered after the golf game," Nick smiled, as he kissed Carl chastely on the cheek "Let's be practical on this glorious night," Carl said. "Let's eat the yogurt, and then get ready for bed. I'm very anxious to get going." "I'm super anxious," Nick said. "Bring the votive candle into the bedroom," Carl said. "I've never seen you naked." It was dark now, so Nick lit the candle which helped them see the stairs. They climbed upstairs, and went into the master bedroom. They took off their underwear, and before they could check themselves out, they fell into each other's arms. They hugged each other very tightly, but they didn't fondle yet. They began to kiss passionately, and finally, they separated. Neither gave a damn, but they each wanted to see what the other was offering. No competition here. They were both hard, and about seven inches, but Nick was a smidgeon fatter. They were both cut. It would be a long while before they saw each other flaccid. By the flickering votive candle, Nick pulled down the covers. Then he pulled Carl down, and turned him on his back. Nick fell on top of Carl, and continued rubbing their hard cocks together. "You'll have to teach me what to do," Carl said. "We have a whole night. We'll go slow," Nick said. "I'm going to give you a trip around the world, and end it with oral sex. Then you'll do it to me. While we're recovering, I'll teach you how to prepare an ass for fucking so that the pain is minimal." "It's painful?" Carl asked. "Just for a very short time. Then the pain will ebb, the rapture will begin, and you'll beg me to delay cumming as long as possible." "Sounds wonderful," Carl said. Nick enjoyed teaching Carl how to make love to a man. He taught him how to give a man an erotic trip around the world, how to give good head, and how to prepare an ass for anal fucking, as the giver and the receiver. Before they fucked, he taught Carl how to rim. These expressions of love, left Carl breathless and happy. Before dawn came, Carl was no longer a virgin to male sex, front and rear. What he was, was one happy dude. While they were basking in the afterglow, Carl kissed Nick, and whispered in his ear, "I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you." "I feel the same way. Let's talk about it before Anne gets home." "In the meantime, I'll go home, in case she calls me. I'll shower and put on fresh clothes. I'll call her to check on her, so maybe she won't call me. When you're ready, come over to my house, in case she does call." "Sure," Nick said, and he planted a sloppy kiss on Carl's lips. "But I'd rather come home with you right now so we can shower together." "Good thinking," Carl agreed. "You realize that the water will be ice cold." "Not to fear," Nick said. I'll warm you up with golden showers." "What's that?" "You'll see." The electricity was restored about noon the following day. Carl immediately called Anne. "See if the busses are running," she said. "If they are, come into the city, and we'll have that dinner, we didn't have last night. "I'd rather you came home," Carl said. "We have lots to talk about." Anne knew exactly what Carl wanted to say. Their marriage was on the rocks, and she was hardly surprised when Carl asked for a divorce. They agreed to sell the house, because they both wanted to move back to the city. They felt that as singles, they would be more comfortable there. Anne informed Carl that she would live with her parents, until she decided what she wanted to do. Carl and Nick had already decided that Nick would sell also, and he and Carl would find a place in the city, and convert it into a little slice of heaven. They would no longer commute together for an hour, coming and going, but they could stay in bed an hour longer every day, AND MAKE LOVE. Colin and Jorge A newlywed couple bought Carl and Anne's house, Colin and Maryann Richards were both professionals, and they were well-heeled. Before moving in, they agreed to renovate the kitchen. Their plan was to -knock out a wall, and open the kitchen to the dining room, making it one big open space. Colin was an architect, and he prepared the plans.. All the contractors he knew lived in New York, so when he went to the city hall to draw down construction permits, he asked the clerk to recommend a few good contractors. She gave him three names. He interviewed all three, and engaged Jorge Santos. Colin worked closely with contractors, and he had a gut feeling that Jorge was the best. Jorge volunteered to take him to see his work in other homes. The other two contractors didn't do that. On the morning that Jorge was to begin work, Colin took the day off to get him started, and to give him a key. When the contractor arrived, they greeted each other as Mr. Richards, and Mr. Santos. "Please," Jorge said. "I'm twenty-seven, please don't call me Mr. Santos. I'm Jorge to my friends." He pronounced Jorge as Hor-gay. "And I'm Colin," Colin told him. "You're all alone. I expected to see a whole crew with you." "I just came down to survey the job, and decide on the best course of action. The actual construction begins tomorrow." "Okay, do your thing. Nobody will be home tomorrow, so here's a key for you." "Thanks for trusting me." "Why not? We haven't moved in yet. There's nothing to steal." Colin laughed so that Jorge would know that he was kidding. Jorge spent about an hour taking copious notes. When he was finished, he said to Colin, "Let me take you to lunch before you go back to the city." "Thanks. I'd really like that." "Before we go to lunch, I'd like to show you how I intend to manage the job." "You don't have to. I have every confidence in you." Jorge said something then, which surprised Colin. "I live right around the corner. I walked here, and we can walk to my house. I'm a great cook. We both have plenty of time. You took the day off, and I have no other appointments today. I'll rustle up a great lunch for you, instead of going to a restaurant. "Wow, that's above and beyond." When Colin saw the house, he was more than impressed. "I assumed you were single," he said, "so I'm surprised you live in such a large house." "Everybody expresses the same surprise. This house is where I grew up. It was my parents' house. My dad recently retired, and my folks moved to Florida. I inherited the house and my dad's business, which is well established in these parts. So, I'm glued to this area." "You could do worse." "Yeah, but not only am I single, I'm gay. I go into the city every Friday for some action. Sometimes, I go in Saturday, and sometimes, both nights." "It looks like you have this whole suburbia thing down to a science, you'll have to break me in." That sounded like a come on to Jorge, but he kept his mouth shut. To fill the silence, Colin said instead, "I suspected you were gay. For a straight guy, I have very good gaydar." "It doesn't change anything, does it?" Jorge said in alarm. Colin laughed. "Absolutely not. Let's go in. I'll watch you make lunch, and while you're doing that, I'll tell you a story." Now, Jorge was certain that Colin was coming on to him. He was thrilled, and decided to make it easy for his client. Jorge began to make omelets for lunch. The fillings were very gourmet. Colin sat at the kitchen counter. "Tell me your story, Colin," Jorge said. "Jorge," Colin started. "I spent four years in Princeton, screwing and getting screwed by my college roommate. I thought we were an item, but after graduation, he returned to California, and I returned to New York. I knew I was gay, but without him at my side, I grew frightened. I didn't want it to ruin my career. I met Maryann, and I asked her to marry me. I care for her, but I don't really love her. Sex is okay, but it'll never be like I had with Timmy." "That explains why you aren't upset about me being gay, but why are you telling me all this? I knew when I met you, that married or not, you were gay. My gaydar is faultless." "I'm telling you this because I have serious hots for you. Please make love with me this afternoon." Jorge came around the counter, and began to kiss Colin passionately. "I have more than the hots for you," he said. "From the time I shook your hand, when I came over to give you an estimate, I knew you were gay. I've been crazy in love with you ever since. I almost hoped you wouldn't give me the job. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you, especially if I was wrong and you were straight." "Please feel free to put your hands all over me now." "I will. After lunch. The omelets are almost done." So, they had lunch, cleaned up, and ran hand in hand to Jorge's bedroom. "I showered this morning," Jorge said, "but I thought it would be fun to shower together." "I did also," Colin said, "but you can never be too clean." They were both very experienced homosexuals. They spent the next hour under running, hot water. They rimmed, they sucked, they fucked, they fondled, they gave each other golden showers, and hardly ever stopped holding each other's cocks. When they dried up, they fell on Jorge's bed totally exhausted. They slept for about two hours, and then they made love in a dry, clean bed. After the love making, they hugged each other, and kept rubbing their cocks together. Jorge came again while they were dry humping. That got them out of bed, and they cleaned themselves. "I've got to get back to New York," Colin said sadly. He was reluctant to give up the bed. "This was fun," Jorge said, "but I don't want to get involved with a married man." "We probably shouldn't do this again," Colin agreed. But, they were madly in love, and they couldn't keep their promise. During the renovation, and after the Richards moved in, they got together as often as possible. It wasn't a hard thing to do. Maryann is a lawyer. Her days are long, and her hours are unpredictable. It wasn't long before she began to question the reasons they bought a house in the country. The commute was killing her. Often she missed the last bus, and stayed in a hotel in the city. Finally, she told Colin that she was going to rent a small apartment in the city, and she would stay there when it was inconvenient to come home. Colin was thrilled. It would give him more time with Jorge. She also started hinting that they should sell the house and buy an upscale condo in New York. That was the last straw. If they did that, Colin would never see Jorge. One evening, he took the bull by the horns, and spoke to his wife. "Look, Maryanne," he said. We've been on separate pages for a long time now. We practically never make love, and we have different goals. I love it here. I want to stay. I'll pay all the expenses of the house. If eventually I should sell, I'll give you half the proceeds. I think we should divorce." Maryanne had no objection. She even agreed to take care of all the legal stuff. When Colin told Jorge about his conversation, the poor man started to cry. "Don't cry," Colin said, "After Maryanne leaves, I will sell my house, and move in with you, if you want me to." "Of course, I do doofus. Do you know how much I love you? It's a good time to sell. The housing market has gone way up. In addition to that lucky financial event, your renovation cost you $17,000, but it easily raised the value of your house by $30,000. Six months later, Colin was divorced. The house sold for about $75.000 more than the cost plus the renovations. Maryanne was delighted to get one half of the net proceeds. Colin and Jorge were delighted to sleep together every night. Colin was content to continue to commute. Jorge was happy not to go into the city every Friday to cruise. His partner was better than any trick he had ever had. Brendan and Logan An engaged couple bought Colin's house, but they weren't going to occupy it until after they returned from their honeymoon. Until then, they began to furnish the house. It was all ready to move into, two weeks before the wedding. Susan Morrison always wanted to be a June bride. She and Logan Curry were married, in a lavish church wedding, on June 3. The morning after the wedding, they flew to Thailand. Many of their friends had honeymooned there, and spoke of the beauty of the country. They were due to return on June 14. They checked into their upscale hotel room in Bangkok, undressed, showered, and made love until dinner time. When they were dressed, the concierge directed them to a charming little restaurant, which served both Thai and American dishes. It was nearby, and they could walk. When they entered the restaurant they were greeted by a man who spoke perfect English without an accent. He was as American as they were. The man saw the surprise written on their faces, and felt he had to explain. "My name is Brendan Scott," he said, "from Los Angeles. I came here for a visit a few years back, and I fell in love with this country. I decided to remain here. I opened this restaurant, and happy to say, I've been very successful. The concierge at the hotel down the street eats here all the time, and is always happy to recommend me to the hotel guests." "It's fantastic, that you had the guts to change your whole life," Logan said. "It wasn't as hard as you think," Brendan said. "I was just off a nasty breakup." "Sorry," Susan said. "Don't be. These things are always for the best." Brendan escorted them to a table, and asked, "Would you like a Thai menu or an American one?" I think I'd like to try the Thai menu," Logan said, "but I wouldn't know what to order." "Would you leave it to me?" Brendan asked. "Absolutely." "Just prepare the Thai dishes for my husband," Susan said. "I'll have the American menu." American or Thai cuisine, everything was delicious, and they complimented Brendan on this great meal. When Brendan brought over the bill, he slipped a note in Logan's jacket pocket. Logan was aware of it, but Brendan was very discreet, and Susan never saw it. "Before we head back," Logan said, I've got to use the rest room." He excused himself and went to the lav. As soon as he got there, he read the note, and Brendan walked in. Logan couldn't believe the note: "There will be an all-male meeting at 10 PM in my cottage directly behind the restaurant. If you can get away from your wife, please come. I promise, you'll have a ball." Brendan and Logan smiled at each other, and then the unthinkable happened. Brendan gave Logan a long-lasting closed-mouth kiss, and whispered, "Do your best to join us. You won't be sorry." Brendan was more than shocked, but he was curious, and managed to whisper back, "I'll try." When he and Susan reached their hotel room, Logan said brightly, "I'm going to dress down, and take a walk. I'd like to explore the neighborhood. "Are you out of your mind?" Susan asked. I haven't slept in two days, and there's the jet lag thing. I'm going to sleep. Where are you getting all this energy from?' "I don't know, honey. I'm just not sleepy. I'll try not to disturb you, when I get back." His last statement fell on deaf ears. Susan was fast asleep. He ran to the cottage behind the restaurant. It was almost 10:15. He knocked on the door, and a young Thai let him in. Brendan spotted Logan, ran over, and kissed him again. "I'm really glad you could make it," Brendan said. "I was curious," Logan said, as he looked around. There were eight men in the room including him and Brendan. They were all Thai, and they were all disrobing." Finally, Logan got the picture. He didn't mind at all. He was in an exotic country, and he wanted to do exotic things. He stood still, not knowing how to proceed. He thought he would follow Brendan's lead, but Brendan wasn't undressing either. Brendan took his hand, and led him to a bedroom. "This is my bedroom," he said. "Your break up was with a man, wasn't it?" Brendan asked. Brendan just nodded. "Let's not talk about that snake. I want you to have fun. Usually I join in the orgy, but tonight I want you all to myself. You're beautiful. I could easily fall in love with you." "Please don't. I'm straight, newly married, and going back to the states in ten days. We'd have no future. But if you'd like to make love right now, I'm all for it." Now, Brendan did strip, and rapidly, so Logan did too. "You'll have to tell me what to do," Logan said. "Of course. I'll do one thing to you, and then, you'll do it to me. Just relax and have fun." "That's what I came for, fun." Brendan gave Logan a trip around the world, never once touching his cock. "Now do it to me," he ordered, and Logan reciprocated. Next, Brendan went down on Logan. He began to squirm and moan. Susan refused to do that to him. When Brendan felt he was about to blow, he stopped. He put a condom on Logan, straddled him, and sat down on him. Logan came faster than a speeding bullet, and then he was happy to give Brendan equal treatment. After they rested, Logan announced that he had to leave. "Did you have fun like I promised you?" "It was better." "Will I see you again?" "I sincerely doubt it, but thanks for everything." The two men embraced. Logan couldn't believe it. Brendan was crying. Susan and Logan didn't go back to Brendan's restaurant again during their entire stay in Bangkok, but on their last night, Logan suggested they go there because the meal was so delicious. "You should try the Thai menu this time," Logan suggested. Brendan greeted them with a big smile. "I'm so glad you came back," he said. "We're happy to be back," Logan said. He excused himself to go to the men's room. Of course, Brendan followed him in. This time Logan handed Brendan a note. It read: "Here's my E Mail address. I can't get you out of my mind. I think I love you. Please stay in touch. Who knows what the future holds." The two men kissed. This time with an open mouth. Before they left the men's room, Brendan said. If you ever want to live in Thailand, I'll put you to work. I'm opening a second restaurant soon, walking distance from a five star hotel. Logan smiled broadly at Brendan, and they went back to the restaurant. Susan decided to try Thai cuisine, But she left it up to Brendan. Logan loved his meal. Susan hated it. For two years logan and Brendan E mailed and texted each other constantly. Brendan told Logan that the second restaurant was a huge success, and he was splitting himself in two. He begged Logan to come back to Thailand, and help him out. Logan kept saying it was impossible. Then one day, two years later, Logan appeared at Brendan's cottage door. When Brendan saw who it was, he started to cry. The two men held each other for dear life, and began a kissing marathon. "How? What?" Brendan asked. "Every time I made love to Susan, I had to pretend it was you so that I could get hard. After a while it didn't work anymore. Susan and I divorced, and I quit my job, so you better have that job you promised me." "You mean you're staying." "If you'll have me." Brendan grabbed Logan's hand. "Do you remember where my bedroom is?" The two men ran to the bedroom, and didn't come up for air for ten hours.