Date: Mon, 4 Oct 2004 17:36:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE GUY ACROSS THE HALL 02

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it. There are real places mentioned in the story but that's all that's real
about it. If you aren't allowed to read stories like this where you live -
you should move.

This story is dedicated to three people who mean the world to me, each for
different reasons and you each know what those reasons are: MIKEY, DAWN and
BOB (In Illinois)

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THE GUY ACROSS THE HALL
Part Two
By RimPig   2004

It wasn't a 'heavy' workout like I expected. Pete was very careful about
what he had me do. He told me that since I hadn't worked out in a few
years, I needed to take it easy the first few times.  He told me that a lot
of people who went to the popular 'chain' gyms got put through long
exhaustive workouts by the untrained staff which not only caused a great
deal of unnecessary muscle pain but could also do damage to their muscles,
joints and ligaments. Not to mention the fact that the pain made you less
likely to want to work out again. The way to start was slow, causing no
pain or damage and build up until you could do those heavy routines without
causing any physical problems. What he said made a great deal of sense to
me and I followed his instructions to the letter.

After hitting the free weights and apparatus that he had, we spent time in
the small steam room, sauna and in the hot tub. At first, this was a little
uncomfortable for me because, of course, we did them naked. I'd never had
this kind of reaction - this shyness - around another guy before but, I
rationalized it that in other situations, I had been around a bunch of
guys, all of us naked. This time it was just one guy and this was a very
private and intimate setting. No one else around and no possibility of
anyone else interrupting us. I found out that the only key to the gym door
was the one that Pete had. This was not part of the amenities offered to
the residents of the building. It was, however, one that Pete made very
clear was offered to me. He, in fact, told me he had a spare key to the gym
upstairs that he would give me when we went back up.

The hot tub was wonderful, relaxing my muscles and making me feel so light
and weightless. The steam room and sauna were a little more difficult for
me to deal with. Not that they didn't feel wonderful, they did. But in the
hot tub, because of the bubbling water, I couldn't see any part of Pete's
body except what was above the water line. In the steam room and sauna, I
couldn't miss his entire body! Miss it? I couldn't take my eyes off it! His
body was, in two words, fucking beautiful! There were dark swirls of hair
across his very well developed pecs with a trail that led down the center
of his abdomen to his 'innie' belly-button and then continued on down until
it joined the bush of dark hair around his cock and nutsack. His cock,
however, was what seemed to get to me the most! I mean, all guys check each
other out. It's normal. What wasn't normal was that I just couldn't stop
checking Pete's out! First of all, even soft, it was huge! It hung down at
least five or six inches. God only knew what it was hard! It was also very
thick. Now, I didn't have anything to be ashamed of in the dick
department. I had between seven and a half and eight inches and I was quite
thick but nothing compared to Pete! Not to mention, he was uncut, just like
me. But where my foreskin just covered the head of my cock when it was
soft, Pete's foreskin hung down in a nipple at least an inch below the head
of his cock.

Pete's legs and arms had the same dark curly hair as did his butt cheeks
about halfway up. His back, however was smooth, broad and heavily
muscled. The cleft over his spine was deep because of the build-up of
musculature on each side of it. All in all, Pete was one of the most
handsome and beautiful men I had ever seen in my life - not that I was in
the habit of judging that! But it was the fact that he was so
overwhelmingly attractive that made me notice it. Why I couldn't stop
noticing it - THAT was another situation all together! I just didn't know
what the fuck was the matter with me! It was like I was turning 'gay' for
Pete!

Okay, like most guys, when I was in middle and high school, I fucked around
with some of my friends. You know the kind of thing - mutual jack-off
sessions with your buds, maybe jack-off contests and circle-jerks. A couple
of times I even traded blowjobs with one guy. But that was all.  Strangely
enough, looking back, I realize now that those encounters were often way
more exciting than anything that had happened between me and my wife! But I
just put that down to the fact of being so fucking young and full of
hormones and that fact that it was all so new to me.

But it was like I was back to those teenage years, sitting there in the
steam room and sauna with Pete. It was all I could do to (a) keep my eyes
off his body and especially his package and (b) keep my own package under
control and soft! Or at least not obviously hard! I couldn't help a certain
amount of 'thickening' that was happening. Finally, Pete said we should hit
the shower and head upstairs.

When we got back to Pete's apartment, I changed back into my regular
clothes and figured I should head out then but, again, Pete had other
ideas. First of all, it was almost noon so he suggested that we have
lunch. I figured that was a good idea but I told Pete I didn't want him to
have to cook again.

"Didn't plan to! Ever been to The Clamshell Restaurant over in Littleton? I
love the place! Great steaks and great seafood. I figured we'd head over
there." Pete said.

"Yeah. I've been there. It is a great place. Ain't been there in a long
time." I said not mentioning that one of the reasons I didn't go there was
that I didn't like eating alone and my ex-wife didn't like to eat out.

"Well, then! All the more reason! Come on, I'll drive!" he said.

We went downstairs and got into his car. I was a little shocked at what he
drove - a BMW X5 SUV. It was an incredible car - black with tan leather
interior and just about every 'bell and whistle' that BMW offered. We sped
along and, while I didn't usually enjoy riding shotgun and not driving
myself, riding in the X5 was a really enjoyable experience.  We took exit
43 off I-93 into Littleton to the restaurant. We sat down and the waitress
brought us a couple of beers. Then we looked at the menu.

"So what are you going to have?" I asked.

"I figured I'd start out with Crab and Artichoke Saute. It's my favorite."
Pete said.

I looked at him in amazement!

"That's mine, too!" I laughed.

"Well, see! Great minds think alike! What about as an entree?" he asked.

"Well, that's another favorite of mine - Steak Neptune. It's sirloin steak
with scallops, shrimp..."

"Crab meat in a Bearnaise sauce! Yes, I know! It's my favorite, too!" he
laughed.

We sat there looking at each other.

"I can't believe this!" I finally said. "We both like the same things! I
wonder what else we agree on?"

Over lunch, we started talking about it and found out that we had a lot in
common besides food.  We both liked the same kind of music (Country), we
liked the same colors (Blue and Black), we liked the same football team
(The Patriots) and we liked the same authors (Tom Clancy and Robert
Ludlum). We, of course, liked working out and feeling our bodies were
fit. There were differences, of course. I couldn't write and he didn't like
mechanical things but that wasn't a problem at all. In a way, we not only
were a lot alike, we were also complementary to each other.  Inside, I was
incredibly thrilled by this which really bothered me! I don't know why this
should thrill me so much.

We ended up going back to the apartment again and Pete helped me measure
walls and decide where I was going to put my furniture when I moved in the
next day. We basically spent the whole day together and then Pete cooked
dinner for us. I didn't want him to do it, but he insisted.  After all, he
pointed out, it was either that or both of us would just have to eat dinner
alone. He made this really great dish I'd never had before, Beef
Stroganoff, with a salad and accompanied by a really good red wine. We sat
there talking after dinner, still getting to know each other. I couldn't
believe how comfortable I felt with Pete after knowing him such a short
time.

"I want to thank you for today. I have to admit, I was avoiding going
home." I said finally.

"I kind of guessed something like that." Pete said.

"Yeah. My ex-wife was going to come with her parents to get her things. I
just didn't want to be there for that." I said.

"That's completely understandable. Hey! We single guys have to stick
together!" Pete grinned and I grinned back.

"Yeah! I guess we do! I know I'm really gonna love living here. I mean,
finding a nice apartment is one thing. Finding a nice apartment and a new
friend at the same time -that's really special." I told him.

Pete smiled this really amazing smile at me.

"Thank you! I have to tell you, Tommy, I feel exactly the same way. This is
one of the best days I can remember having since I moved here. Spending
time with you has been a really great experience and, as far as I'm
concerned, this is just the start of a really great friendship!" he
grinned.

"Yeah! I feel exactly the same way!" I agreed.

"Well, then, here's a toast - to friendship!" Pete said, holding up his
wine glass.

"To friendship!" I said, clinking my glass against his.

We drank and then sat there grinning at each other.

I finally went home and found that all of my wife's stuff had been cleaned
out. I took a few boxes I had gotten on the way home and put what little
stuff I had in them then I watched some TV until I just couldn't hold my
eyes open anymore and went to bed.

Sometime during the night, I started dreaming. I didn't know where I
was. It was in a garden.  There were all these people walking around. At
first it didn't hit me but suddenly I realized that all the people were
guys. Not only that, but they were all naked. They were all young, about my
age and they were all fairly good looking though I couldn't tell you what
any of them actually looked like. I just knew they weren't anybody I
knew. I didn't know what the fuck was going on but I saw some of the guys
walking around hand in hand! It was then that I noticed something else - I
was naked, too. And not just naked, but harder than hell! My cock was
standing up so hard it was dripping cock-honey. I looked up to see if
anybody noticed that I had a hardon and saw that all the other guys did.

I didn't know what to do. I found myself staring at all the hardons around
me. I'd never seen so many in my life. It was like a forest of male
strength and I was incredibly turned on by it. It was like all my
adolescent fantasies come to life. Here were all these guys naked, just
like in the locker room but all with hardons and, best of all, I got to
look all I wanted and nobody cared. I don't know how I knew that. I just
did.

I just stood there gawking at all the beautiful muscular bodies and all the
large, hard cock until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and there
stood Pete, his handsome face and his beautiful smile beaming at
me. Without saying a word, he reached down and gently stroked my cock and I
groaned. Then he took my hand and led me deeper into the foliage.

He brought me to a bower, surrounded by flowering bushes that formed walls
around us. There was a blanket on the grass and Peter lay down on the
blanket, pulling me down with him. He pulled me into his arms and I could
feel the warmth and strength of him surrounding me. His lips came down
gently on mine as I felt his hard cock pressing against mine. I was
thrilled by the feelings of his strength and hardness. I wanted him, I
needed him. I couldn't understand why but the questions of the day - my own
shock at the realization of my attraction to Pete did not enter into my
mind. It was simply there and I was more involved in my arousal and the
sensuous feelings that I was feeling than in what it all meant.

I don't know what caused me to do it, but I started to lick down Pete's
neck and onto his lightly furred chest. Without even realizing it, I ended
up with my face in his crotch, his hard cock pressed against my face and
licking up and down the long, thick staff. I was fucking licking another
guy's cock! With that I shot my load, just like I was a fucking teenager,
all over my sheets.

This woke me up and, for a few moments, I just lay there panting, trying to
get my breath back after what had been probably one of the most
mind-blowing orgasms I had ever had. But then the reality of the dream hit
me! I had a fuckin' wet dream about NAKED GUYS! Worst of all, I'd had sex
with Pete! I'd fuckin' licked Pete's fuckin' cock! I was definitely losing
my mind!

It took me hours to get back to sleep that night. I couldn't figure out
what the fuck was wrong with me. I'd never been attracted to
guys...well...at least not that I was aware of. I mean, I did fuck around
with other guys when I was young but, I was a jock and most jocks did
that. It was just part of being a fucking teenage horn-dog. But this was
way beyond that! I really got off on this! It was even way more exciting
than fuckin' around with my jock buds had been. I hated to admit it, but I
really loved it! That's what was really fuckin' my head over.

I finally did get back to sleep and when I woke up, there was a pounding at
the door of my apartment. It was the guys from the garage. Within a couple
of hours, we had everything into their trucks and were on our way to my new
apartment. When we got there Pete met us with coffee and donuts which we
wolfed down and then started moving my stuff into the apartment.  With
Pete's help, the stuff was arranged and I was all moved in within another
two hours. The guys left and Pete and I were left sitting there on my
couch.

It was then that the memories of the dream last night came flooding back
and my fuckin' cock started getting hard! It didn't help that we were both
sweating from all the exertion of moving and I could smell his scent
strongly. It was driving me fuckin' nuts! I think he noticed that something
was wrong because he looked at me funny.

"What's the matter, buddy?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

I didn't know what to say. How could I tell him? Tell him that I was
fuckin' dreaming about lickin' his dick! Yeah, right!

"Nothin'." I said quietly.

"You missin' your ex-wife? Feeling bad about the divorce?" he asked.

That's when I made the mistake. I looked up at him and into those
incredible blue eyes of his. I don't know what it was. I just couldn't look
at him and lie.

"No. It's me. I think I'm goin' nuts." I said softly.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his eyes softening as he looked at me.

"Look, I can't expect you to understand this. I don't understand this. I
had this...well...this dream last night." I said.

"Yeah? A nightmare?" he asked.

"No....not exactly." I said this last softly.

"What kind of dream was it?" he asked.

"It...it...it was...well...it was...a wet dream." I said, turning away,
unable to look at him.

He didn't say anything for a long time and I couldn't turn around. I was
just about to get up and leave when I felt his hand on my shoulder. Almost
like in the dream. I looked around and he was gently smiling at me.

"Hell, guy! I've had those before! Is that the first time you've had a
dream like that?" he asked.

"Yeah. Well...I had them when I was young but I don't remember them. I'd
just wake up and I was a mess, you know? I'd never had one like this before
- never!" I said.

I felt his hand grip my shoulder firmer and I hated to admit it to myself,
but I thrilled to his touch and my fucking cock got harder than a rock!

"Well, fuck. It happens, you know? Probably you ain't been gettin' your
ashes hauled regular now that you're not married and your balls are backin'
up, you know?" he grinned.

"Yeah, but this dream was real weird. I was doin' shit I ain't never
thought of before!" I exclaimed.

"Maybe your mind is trying to tell you something. Maybe there was something
in the dream that you really want." he said.

I just sat there, looking over my shoulder at him, feeling his hand on me,
loving the touch, wanting something to happen but not really knowing
what. What he said, however, caused me to shiver. Could that be it? Could I
want to have sex with him? The way my cock was twitching, it sure seemed
that way.

"Maybe your right. I don't know." I said, not really sure.

"Well...don't worry about it. It was just a dream. You'll probably never
have it again." he laughed.

But he was wrong. I had the same dream, or a similar one, every night for a
week. And every night for that week, I spent with Pete, working out and
having dinner. I'd come home from the garage, all filthy with grease,
shower and then meet Pete down in the gym to work out. I didn't want to. I
kept telling myself every morning, after I'd woken up from another dream,
that I wouldn't. That I'd avoid him. But all through the day, all I could
think about was Pete. The closer it got to quitting time, the more and more
anticipation built up in me, wanting to be with him, wanting to be close to
him.

And working out together was certainly close. Close enough to continually
smell his musk, that male scent that I remember from high school locker
rooms and that had always had an effect on me - an effect that usually
caused my man-tool to tingle and sometimes get completely out of control
when I was young. I never thought about it. It never really bothered me
because I didn't quite get that I was reacting sexually to other males. I
didn't get what that meant. I just accepted it as part of being a
jock. After all, I saw plenty of half and full hard cocks in those locker
rooms - other guys evidently reacting the same way I did.

Finally, however, it was on Friday night, I just couldn't take it
anymore. We were in the middle of our workout and I was doing bench
presses. Pete stood above me, spotting me, and I was looking right up his
gym shorts and could see his over-stuffed jock. I could tell that it had
been a long time since it had seen the inside of a washing machine and I
could smell the ripeness of it and could see the dark dampness from Pete's
sweat as well as smell the waves of hot musk rolling off his body.

Lying there, my cock became totally hard and I knew that I wanted Pete,
wanted him the way I had never wanted another male in my life. I didn't
know what to do! I didn't want to screw up what was my only close
friendship in a long time. Nor did I want to lose my place to live. But, at
the same time, I just couldn't continue on this way, either! There was only
two things I could think of to do. Either, I had to stop seeing Pete, cut
off all interaction or I had to find out if it were possible that he was
feeling any of the same things I was. The idea of just going on the way
things were and repressing my feelings for Pete just weren't an option to
me.

But I didn't know what to do. I mean, if Pete were a woman, I'd have some
idea how to start.  How to let her know that I was attracted to her, that I
wanted to...well...become lovers. But how did you do that with a guy?
Especially a guy you didn't even know was gay! I mean, I didn't see any
indication that Pete was gay but, at the same time, I didn't see any
indication that he was straight either. Unlike most guys, Pete never talked
about the sexual side of his life. Never talked about women at all. Never
pointed out women who he was attracted to when we were out together. It was
like he was totally asexual or something.

There was also another problem. I didn't know how he'd handle me having
feelings for him. I mean, I'd never heard him say anything negatives about
gays but I'd never heard him say anything about them at all. This was all
so new and confusing to me. I needed somebody to talk to about it but the
only person I could talk to was Pete - the very person I couldn't talk to
about it...or could I?

We finished working out and showered. I had a hell of a time keeping my
cock under control until the shower was over. But, being deep in thought
and fearful of what I was planning to do managed to keep my cock soft and
me distracted. I guess, however, it was noticeable.

"So what's eating at you, buddy?" Pete said, as we were finished eating and
sitting at the table drinking coffee.

I wanted to instantly deny that anything was bothering me, but it was a
perfect direction for the conversation to head for me to do what I planned.

"It's that dream I told you about." I admitted to him.

"But that was a week ago. It can't still be bothering you!" Pete said.

"It wasn't just a week ago." I said.

"What? You've had it again?" Pete asked.

"Every night." I said, the misery showing in my voice.

"Is it the same dream every night?" he asked, curiously.

"Essentially. It varies slightly but it's essentially the same." I said.

"So what is it that bothers you about it?" he asked.

"Well...it's not like any dream I've ever had before. I'm doing stuff in it
I've never done. Never thought I'd want to. But it's driving me crazy
because, in the dream, it turns me on so much." I said.

"What kind of 'stuff'?" he asked.

"Uhh...sexual stuff." I said.

"Is it kinky, like tying somebody up and beating them or something like
that?" he asked.

"No! Nothing like that. No, it's almost normal sex." I said.

"Almost?" he asked, curiously.

"Yeah...uhh...it's just that...well...it's with...uhh...another guy." I
said, quietly, my voice so low I'm sure he had to strain to hear me.

"Oh! I see. And you've never done anything with another guy, I take it?"
Pete asked.

He didn't sound disgusted or anything. Actually he just sounded interested,
like I'd told him I just rebuilt an engine or something.

"Well, when I was a kid. You know, the typical kind of stuff. Jack Off
contests, that kind of stuff.  Nothin' like this though." I said, suddenly
very embarrassed.

I could feel my face heating up. I knew that I must be blushing a bright
shade of red.

"What kind of things were you doing in the dream?" Pete asked. Again, his
voice neutral.

"Well, you know...uhh...oral and...uhh...like that." I said, unable to
verbalize what was really going on.

"By 'oral', I take it you mean that he was giving you a blow-job?" Pete
asked.

"Yeah, and...well...I was giving him one, too." I said.

"Hmm...mutually, like 69 or taking turns?" he asked.

"Both. Sometimes it was 69, sometimes taking turns." I said, my head bent
down, unable to look at him.

"What about anal? Did you fuck him? Did he fuck you?" Pete asked.

"Yeah...both." I said quietly.

"Well, one thing to remember. This was just a dream. It didn't really
happen. You've got nothing to feel ashamed or guilty about." Pete said.

"But you said that I was probably having these dreams because it's
something that I want to have happen." I said.

"I said that before I knew what they were but, I have to say, considering
that you've had the dream every night, it just might be something that you
sub-consciously want to happen. Tell me something - is it just a 'guy' or
is it somebody in particular? Some guy that you know, maybe?"  Pete asked.

I was silent. I was very afraid of this. It was bad enough that Pete knew
that I was having these gay sex dreams, I didn't know how he'd handle them
being about him!

"Uhh...it's...it's somebody in particular. It's the same guy every time." I
said quietly, still not able to look at him.

"Is it me?" Pete asked quietly.

My head shot up and I looked at him. His face had this really gentle look
on it, like he had somehow known this all along. I stared at him, not
knowing what to say. I guess that me not saying anything and the look on my
face told him all he needed to know. He smiled a very knowing smile at
me. I finally found at least part of my voice.

"How did you know? How did you guess?" I asked, hoarsely, my voice rough
and barely above a whisper.

"I noticed how you couldn't take your eyes off me. I noticed how deeply you
would breathe in my scent whenever I got close to you. I noticed how you
reacted whenever I touched you.  But, most of all, I noticed how much you
seemed to like being around me - as much as I love being around you." he
said softly, smiling at me the whole time.

This hit me like a fucking ton of bricks! Had I been THAT obvious? I guess
I had. But how the fuck was I to know? I was never in a situation like this
before!

"So what do you want to do now?" he asked, gently. "Do we go on with this
or do we just forget it? Would you like to see how your dreams stack up to
reality or would you just like to run away and we never see or be near each
other again?"

"Fuck! NO! I don't want that! That's the one thing I've been fucking scared
to death of! I didn't want to lose you! I didn't want to stop seeing you,
stop spending time with you." I said, the misery showing in my voice at the
whole idea.

"Tommy, I don't think you really understand yet what you're asking here. Is
it just sex you're looking for? Is that's what's turning you on - the idea
of doing something that is 'different' because you've been burned by a
woman and want to try the other side? If that's all you're looking for,
then you're barking up the wrong tree." he said, his voice and face very
serious.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused by this.

Yeah, I wanted to have sex with Pete. I wanted it like I'd never wanted sex
with anybody in my whole life. But it wasn't about something 'different' -
though different couldn't be any worse than what I'd had. It wasn't about
being 'burned' by my ex-wife. It was deeper than that. I wanted Pete on a
whole lot of levels other than just sex. We were friends. Pete was a better
friend to me than anyone I'd ever known. I loved being around him. I loved
talking to him. I felt relaxed around him the way I'd never felt around
anyone.

"Look, you've just gotten divorced. You've been hurt. It's only natural
that you'd want to shy away from women because of what your ex-wife did to
you. But, Tommy, I'm not straight. I've never been attracted to women. I'm
gay. Always was, always will be. What I'm looking for is a partner - long
term. I want someone to not only share my bed but my life. I'm not looking
for a quick 'roll in the hay'. I can get that anytime I want." he said.

"Yes, the way you look, I can believe that. I wish I only looked half as
good as you. I guess that's part of the problem, isn't it? I must not be
very attractive to you." I said, my head, once again, slumping down - not
being able to look at him.

"Oh, my God! You're kidding me, right?! Tommy! Look at me!" he said and I
slowly looked up.  "You have no idea how incredibly beautiful you are, do
you?"

"Me? You're joking, right? Beautiful? Man! You must need glasses!" I said
gruffly.

"Tommy, you are one of the most beautiful men I've ever met. Maybe you're
not on the cover of magazines, but you've got a beautiful, smooth, lean,
muscular body, a really handsome face with the most beautiful blue eyes
I've ever seen. I love your blond hair, in fact, I love everything about
you! Not to mention your scent drives me fucking nuts! I've had a hell of a
time being around you without getting hard all the time! But more than that
- you have something that I've looked for forever and thought I would never
find." Pete said.

Now I knew I was blushing about six shades of red! I didn't see any of
those things that Pete said, but I also didn't think he was lying to me
either. Why would he? He knew he could have me, if he wanted me, without
ever saying any of that.

"What's that?" I asked, curiously, finally finding my voice.

"You are one of the sweetest, most loving men I've ever met. How that idiot
ex-wife of yours couldn't see that is beyond me, but, frankly, I'm grateful
she couldn't. Tommy, you're everything I've ever looked for in a
man. That's why I can't just have sex with you. I would fall in love with
you harder than I've already fallen and the pain of you not being anything
more than a 'fuck' is just more than I could take." Pete said, his voice
now faltering and low.

"You...you're...in love with me?" I asked in shock.

This was something I never even dreamed of! Pete, in love with me? Fuck!
But, what did that mean? Was I in love with him? I knew I had feelings for
him, very strong feelings. Feelings that came out in those dreams but I'd
never put words to them. I knew in the dreams that Pete and I weren't just
having sex. I knew we were 'making love'. I guess that's what was really so
disturbing about them. I'd never been in love - not really. Was this it?
Was this what it felt like? It sure the fuck fit everything I'd heard about
love - the pain, the fear, the craving, the desire.  Wanting to be near him
all the time. Wanting to spend all my time with him. Wanting just to be
close to him.

And that's when it hit me - I was in love with Pete! Me! Tommy Driscoll! In
love with another guy! Oh, fuck! What the fuck was everybody going to think
about that?! But, what the fuck did that matter? Who fucking cares about
what anybody else thinks...well, except for...Oh, fuck! My Mom and Dad! How
the fuck would they take this?!

"Yes, Tommy. I'm sorry but I am. I was prepared to never tell you any of
this. If you hadn't brought it up, I never would. I doubt that you're in
love with me, however, since I doubt that you're really gay." Pete said, a
dissolute sigh in his voice.

"What makes you think that?" I asked, a bit angry at his assessment.

"Tommy...you're married. To a woman. Remember?" he said gently.

"Let me tell you something! I didn't want to marry her. I only did because
she was pregnant.  When she lost the baby, I wanted out but I didn't know
how to get out. I never loved her. I was only doing what I was taught was
the right thing. I had sex with her before we were married but it was like
I was expected to do that. I was living up to what I'd been told I was
supposed to do.  The entire time we were married, I doubt if we fucked 10
times - and that's what it was - fucking!  There was no love. I've never
made love to anyone - except in my dreams! And that was making love to
you!" I practically was screaming by the end.

"But, Tommy, you've never even really done anything with another guy
except, by your own description, some jack off contests with other high
school jocks." he said quietly.

"Look! You were never a jock were you?" I asked.

"No. Not in the conventional sense of the word." he admitted.

"Well...let me tell you something. There was more than just jack-off
contests. The most exciting sex I ever had was with other guys. I actually
sucked a couple of guy's cocks - guys who sucked mine. It's not something
you ever talk about or admit to, but there were other jocks on the team
that would play around as long as it was just the two of you and nobody
knew about it. I guess I'm not as 'straight' as you think." I said
defensively.

"My apologies! I never meant to insult you by thinking you were
heterosexual!" Pete grinned at me.

It was at that point that it suddenly hit me - here I was, arguing how 'not
straight' I was! What a fucking reversal! I had to start laughing, it was
so crazy and Pete started laughing with me. I guess all the tension of what
had been happening between us need to break somehow.

"Pete, I don't really know how to say this. I ain't good with words but, I
really think I love you. I really think, for the first time in my life, I'm
in love with somebody and that somebody is you. I don't know how to handle
this, I mean, I don't know what I'm supposed to do or supposed to say. I
never thought I'd be saying this to another guy. But what you said, about
wanting a partner, wanting someone to share your life with? That's what
I've wanted all my life. I guess I was just looking in the wrong place for
it." I said.

Pete sat there looking at me, not saying a word and then I saw a tear, a
single tear, roll down his face. I didn't know what the fuck I'd said that
was wrong and I was just about to try and apologize. He must have seen my
reaction and held up his hand to stop me.

"You know, for a guy who doesn't think he's any good with words, you sure
know exactly the right things to say, Tommy. I guess I'm not exactly
handling this too well, either!" he said, wiping both his eyes. "But I want
you to know, that what you said is exactly what I've been waiting all my
life to hear."

We sat there for a few moments just looking at each other. I didn't know
what to do at that point.  I think he was waiting for me to do something,
make some kind of move. Finally, it dawned on me! I wanted him, he wanted
me - what the fuck was I just sitting there like a moron for?! I got up and
walked around the table until I was standing next to him. When I got up, he
did too, but he just stood there waiting for me. When I reached him I did
the only thing I could think of. I slipped my arms around his waist as his
went around my shoulders. He started lowering his head towards mine and I
tilted mine back as I watched his lips come closer and closer to my own.
When his lips finally touched mine, my eyes closed and a deep, unexpected
sigh escaped my lips.

Pete's kiss was gentle at first. Just the pressing of our two lips
together. But then I felt his tongue begin to lick at my upper lip and I
quickly opened to him. His tongue rushed into my mouth and I began sucking
on it, tasting him. My mind was reeling! My cock had surged to full
hardness and I could feel Pete's pressing against mine. My hands began to
travel, up his muscular back and down to his muscular ass, just as his
hands were moving on my body as well. How long we stood there, kissing and
touching each other, groaning into each other's mouths, I don't know. It
could have been minutes, seconds or hours. Finally, however, Pete pulled
his mouth from mine.

"Follow me." he said, his voice husky with desire.

He let go of me and grabbed one of my hands, pulling me towards the
bedroom. Once there, he began to undress me, pulling my t-shirt off and
then squatting down and sliding my workout shorts to my ankles. I stepped
out of them and kicked off my trainers at the same time. He reached out and
grabbed my hips, pulling me to him and putting his nose into my sweaty jock
which was tented by my leaking cock. I could hear him taking deep breaths
of my scent and then his mouth opened and he began to suck on the head of
my cock through the mesh fabric, tasting my pre-cum and growling deep in
his throat.

He ripped my jock down my thighs and my cock popped out and slapped my abs,
leaving a trail of pre-cum there. Pete reached up, pulling my cock down
until it was level with his mouth. He slowly let my cock slide into the
warm wet recesses of his mouth. The heat and wetness caused me to groan and
almost collapse as my legs became weak from the intense feelings that were
flowing through my body. I was afraid that I would cum any second, it felt
so good! I think Pete realized this because he quickly pulled off me and
pushed me down until I was sitting on the leather cover on his bed.

He stood up and quickly stripped off his clothes. I finally got to see him
hard and I was somewhat intimidated by his length and thickness. His cock
was massive! The biggest one I'd ever seen in my life - not that I'd seen
that many. In fact, the last time I'd seen another guy hard was in high
school so I'd never seen an adult male's cock except for my own. Now, I had
about eight, thick inches, but he had me by at least two inches! I thought
about being fucked by it and an involuntary shiver when through
me. Something that big HAD to hurt! Hurt bad! But, I knew that somehow, I'd
get through it! I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to fuck him! I wanted to
live out all my dreams of what we had done together - and anything else
that he could teach me about one male loving another.

And that's what happened. We spent the night, making love to each other
every way possible. I did learn to take his cock and learned how wonderful
that cock could feel inside of me. I also learned how incredible it could
feel to put my cock into his hot, wet hole. Within a week, we realized that
this was not going to end - this was for the rest of our lives. It was at
that point that Pete started working on the design to join our two
apartments into one and give us a home big enough for both of us to truly
enjoy.

As to my parents, well...I never would have expected it but, I guess they
were so happy to finally see me happy that they accepted Pete, not only as
my lover and partner but as another son. I never would have guessed that
any of this would have happened when I rented an apartment - but I guess
you never know.

THE END OF THE GUY ACROSS THE HALL

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