Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2011 17:28:15 -0800
From: Mike Masterson <mjstories78@gmail.com>
Subject: Home for Mark, part 1

Standard disclaimers apply. This story involves sexual activity between
men. If you don't like it or shouldn't read it for legal reasons, stop
now. This is story is fictional, and in my fantasy world STDs don't
exist. Because that's fantasy land and reality can suck, play safe and use
condoms when not in fantasy land.

Feel free to email comments, praise, or criticsm to mjstories78@gmail.com

Preface: The sex-to-dialogue ratio is a little low in this first one. Even
though the story doesn't take place during Valentines, I was in kind of a
sappy, romantic mood. If there's interest in hearing more, additions can be
made. Happy Valentines :)

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I could feel myself building up to the moment steadily. I had been edging
myself off for awhile when I finally decided to let go. I started to fuck
myself harder on my dildo as I squeezed and stroked my rock hard cock,
which had been leaking for awhile now and adding to the lube I was using. I
felt the first wave travel up my cock and explode, sending the first bursts
halfway across my bedroom as my ass clenched the silicon dick in my
ass. 5...7...I lost count of how many times I sprayed cum all over the
place. Breathless, I gave my softening member a well-earned rest as I
slowly pulled the 9 inch dildo out. The flared head exited with a
*plopping* sound and I felt empty, but satisfied.

"Well, Happy Birthday to me." I said to the empty room.

Fucking yourself on your birthday instead of having someone else do the
honors might seem a little sad, but I didn't see it that way. It was a
great start to my day. My name is Mark and this morning I turned 21. No
cards from relatives had arrived because there were no relatives to speak
of. I'm an only child and my parents died when I was 6. I was raised by my
grandmother, who passed away when I was 19. Again, seems sad. I know. I'm
sure I've got my share of baggage from it, but the inheritance I received
when I was 18 is paying for my school and a lot more; mom and dad were more
than very comfortable. I still work on campus for some elective credits.
Yeah, I'd rather have my parents back, but since that isn't going to
happen, the comp sci degree keeps me occupied.

Here I am holding my slick, softening cock with my bedroom drizzled in cum,
and I'm telling you my life story. I could tell you to imagine me as some
hot rugby player with more cum and testosterone than I know what to do
with. The truth is I'm shy, sarcastic, geeky, 5'11" 202lbs with auburn
hair, a bit of scruff, and a 6.5in dick; the half inch becomes more
important when don't have as many of them as you want. And my piss-poor
eyesight kept me from ever enjoying a team sport growing up. A year ago I
decided to start working out in university's gym. I can see some progress
but it's slow.

I got up from bed and wiped myself off with a wash cloth before making my
way to the shower. For being shy, I don't mind walking around my house
naked and sticky from my own jizz with the windows mostly open. It was the
maid's day off anyway. I had the day all planned out as I cleaned up and
got ready. It was a Friday in the middle of summer session and I only had
one class to attend. I'd finish my class, go to work in the computer lab,
work out for a little while, and then come home and get ready for dinner.
If luck was on my side, I'd be able to catch David on campus somewhere.
He's studying marketing and we've had few classes together over the last
year. My gaydar is awful and I didn't really know how to tell if we batted
for the same team or not. It took awhile, but I caught something in his eye
one day when we met in a hallway and I asked him out for coffee.

That was yesterday, and I kind of can't wait to see him again. He made sure
I had his email and his cell number so I guess he wants to see me too. I'm
a sucker for eyes. He has these deep brown eyes....and a little curve to
his grin..and his hair is dark brown and wavy with a little curl to it. You
get the idea. I hate crushes. They make me too damn chipper. All through
the day I couldn't stop smiling. I didn't give a damn that no one I worked
with cared that it was my birthday or that all of my school friends were
back home for the summer.

I had reservations at a posh French restaurant on a Friday night to have
dinner BY MYSELF for my 21st birthday, and I was so damn happy about
yesterday's coffee date that I was humming as I got ready for the
evening. I don't hum. And while I didn't get a chance to see David that
afternoon, I still felt a little giddy. To answer the obvious question, I
thought about inviting David, but I didn't want to seem desperate, and I
sure as hell didn't want him to think he was my only option for a birthday
date, which of course, he was.

I got to the restaurant on time, and from the second I walked in the door,
I was impressed. Everything was gorgeous, organized, immaculate, and
designed to put me in as much ease as possible. And then I got the menu. I
don't like feeling dumb, and I generally like to figure things out on my
own, but I was at a total loss. I had no idea what any of this meant. I was
trying to figure out a way to ask the waiter for an English translation
when the bottom dropped out of my stomach as I heard a familiar voice and
felt a hand came to rest on my shoulder.

"Mark?" Yup, it was David. After some slack-jawed blinking I was able to
confirm it for myself.

"David. Umm..hi? Fancy meeting you here." I spouted and tried a weak laugh.

He smiled, which causes a little twinge in my chest and makes my face feel
warm, and said "Yeah weird. Hey are you here by yourself?"

Completely incapable of avoiding the topic, I replied, "I am, actually. All
my friends are gone for the summer break...I mean, you're my friend too. I
just..made the reservations before...and I didn't want you think.."

David's expressed softened as he nodded. "I get it. Hey, it's not like I
invited you or anything. So don't feel bad."

Wait, that's right. Why didn't he invite me if he's here, too?

David continued, "I'm here with my roommates. It's kind of a celebration.
They, well we, wanted to know if you'd like to join us if you're not
expecting anyone." He motioned back to a circular table with 3 other young
men, all of whom seemed pretty damn hot at this distance.

"Oh I don't know. That would be kind of an intrusion." I tried to back out
of it as best as I could.

"Of course it wouldn't, and do you honestly think either one of us is going
to enjoy our meals if you don't come over?" David leaned in an whispered in
my ear. "Besides, one of my roomies speaks French fluently and I plan on
having him order for me."

"Sold." I motioned for a waiter and explained the situation. The staff
hastily put an extra place setting at David's table while he made
introductions.

"Everyone, this is Mark. Mark this Adam" A blonde young man to David's
left, surfer type but a solid genuine smile. Continuing clockwise around
the table, the next man was.."Paul." Stocky, but clearly athletic with a
nice amount of stubble. "And, last but not least, Glenn." Glenn immediately
caught my attention. You know that song, one of these is not like the
others. Yeah, that was Glenn. Oh he was just as attractive as the rest of
them, more so, but he also looked about 10 years older. I guessed that put
him in his early to mid 30s. He was muscular, short blonde hair, incredibly
bright green eyes. He also had this look about him. It was as if he was one
of those cocky SOBs who really is good at everything they do, so they kind
of have a right to be cocky. He was like that, only he seemed sincerely
pleased to meet me. Men like that, who are such obvious contradictions, are
speed bumps on the way to understanding life.

So there I was, sitting in a grand French restaurant with my crush/current
future husband to my left and a speed bump on my right. Happy Birthday to
me.

"Well go ahead and sit down boys, we won't bite." Glenn added, noting that
we had been standing for a little too long.

Paul, the stocky one, piped up. "I wouldn't speak for David there, Glenn.
With as much as he talks about Mark and his long showers lately, he might
take a nip or two."

David turned bright red, and Paul winced in pain. Based on the motion, I
would guess Adam had kicked him under the table. I, on the other hand,
started to get hard thinking about the possibility that David was jacking
off in the shower while thinking about me. I shifted my weight and Glenn,
who was sitting directly to my right, must have noticed because he caught
my eye and winked.

"So, Mark, I don't know if David mentioned, but we're celebrating. Or least
I am. I got a promotion of sorts this week. What brings you here?" Glenn
asked.

"Well, it's a little embarrassing really, but it's my birthday."

The table exchanged glances for a split second, and I couldn't tell if
David seemed hurt that I hadn't mentioned anything before now or not.
Again, it was Glenn who spoke up first, but I felt David's hand on my
arm. "Well happy birthday then. How many spankings are you expecting this
year?" He winked again and gave both David and I a knowing smile, as if he
knew something we didn't.

Almost stuttering at the implication, I answered, "I'm...21."

A quiet, yet enthusiastic, chorus of congratulations came from around the
table. With a nod from Glenn, Adam signaled a waiter and ordered a bottle
of wine. "It's bad luck to drink alone on your 21st, Mark. At least let us
buy you some wine and dinner." Glenn suggested and David and nodded
eagerly.

It seems I was outnumbered and unable to refuse, so I didn't. Adam ordered
dinner for the rest of us, and Glenn took a quieter position in the
conversation, letting David and I chat to ourselves. We spent a fair bit of
time eating and talking. For awhile David and I each had taken off a shoe
and got a great deal of pleasure playing footsie under the table. I have to
say, I was really enjoying the attention everyone at the table gave
me. They all seemed to be really interested in me; it's not something I'm
used to. I'm sure that the fact that I was more than a little buzzed from
quite a lot of some very good wine made things that much more fun. Glenn
was the only one who hadn't had any of the wine, stating that he preferred
not to drink and had to drive anyway.

David looked a little nervous as he said, "Mark, would you like to come
back to our place for a drink or some coffee?"

Normally I would have protested, feeling awkward, but the wine made me
agreeable and the prospect of seeing David naked sometime later made me
even more agreeable. "Sure, I'd love to."

David's eyes lit up and we all left the restaurant. I'm terrible with cars,
but Glenn drove some sort of large SUV thing. Maybe a Cadillac. When we got
to their place, I was a little surprised, but I guess I shouldn't have been
giving what Glenn was driving. It was a huge house, and it looked like new
construction. I was more than a little focused on David as we were getting
out of the car and making our way up, but I could have sworn I saw Adam
grab Paul by the ass. With more important things on my mind, I dismissed
the thought.

David took me by the hand as we entered, and I felt nervous and excited. It
had been awhile since someone bothered to hold my hand. He gave me a brief
tour of the first floor, and by this time everyone else had disappeared.

"Here, let me take your jacket. I'm going to change into some jeans before
I spill coffee these pants. The kitchen is over there. Help yourself to
anything you like, and I'll be back in a minute." David gave me a quick
peck on the cheek before dashing off. I could feel my pulse increasing as I
made my way to the kitchen. I'm no virgin, but I don't get that much action
either. A peck on the cheek, an an almost certain prelude to sex, gets me
going.

The kitchen was huge and modern. Not knowing what to do with myself I
started looking in the frig, more to keep my myself occupied than anything
else. I heard footsteps from the direction of the doorway and I assumed it
was David. "You've got an impressive juice selection." I said as I closed
the refrigerator door. "I didn't know there were so many...." was all I got
out. I almost gasped when I saw Glenn standing 5 feet away from me, naked
but for a jock strap, an obscene bulge, and a grin.

"I...I'm..I'm sorry. David said I should come and help myself to..." I said
stupidly not knowing what to say. If there had been a part of me that cared
that Glenn was probably 10 years older, it had left the building. His body
was beautifully sculpted and I tried not to stare at the huge cock stuffed
in his jock. He wasn't even hard and there was barely enough room for it.

He walked up to me casually. "God damn, you're adorable." He said as he
started to kiss me. He started softly and then progressed to more
passionate making out. I was instantly hard. I could feel him getting hard
as well as he moved our bodies closer together, pressing me against a
wall. I completely melted at his kissing. His smell, his taste, the
pressure of his lips against mine. I would have done almost anything after
that kiss. Neither of us noticed that someone else had entered the kitchen.

"Dammit, Glenn. You could have waited until I had a chance at him? Asshat!"
David exclaimed, looking very displeased.

Glenn broke the kiss as he turned to face David, and he smiled. He walked
over to David slowly, adjusting his growing package, squeezing his
hardening cock. He spoke softly as he got up close to David, but I could
still make out the words, "You could be naked, in bed and ready for round
two by now, so don't whine." Glenn then proceeded to kiss David just as
passionately as he had done with me. The effect on David looked to be about
the same as it was on me. He stopped after about the same amount of time.

"But don't let me ruin your evening. You know where I am if you need
tucking in. Goodnight Mark. I hope we can do that again sometime." He
turned to David again, glanced at me briefly with that heart-aching smile,
and then looked back to David. "Good choice." And with that, Glenn walked
out of the room but not before making a show of taking off his jock strap,
giving his half hard cock a few shakes and walking off.

David cursed under his breath and glanced at me. Sighing, he said, "I'm
really sorry about this, Mark. I think I owe you an apology and an
explanation."

Based on his tone it was clear he expected me to be pissed. Though, to be
honest, before he mentioned anything I didn't feel angry at all. I was
confused, a little drunk and horny, but surprisingly not upset. "Ok. I'm
listening." I said, trying to sound calm. It didn't take much effort.

David nodded and continued. "This is hard to say, and I don't want you to
get upset before I'm finished, but Glenn and I are boyfriends."

I was starting to get upset, and I must have looked it because David
hastily continued. "But we're open, sort of. It's complicated. He's
basically in a relationship with everyone in the house. And Adam and Paul
are in a relationship with each other. too."

Jesus, I managed to land myself in a nexus of poly love triangles. Fucking
fantastic. Happy Birthday. "Ok, so why didn't you tell me anything
sooner..like sometime before I fell for you."

"Well, the timing didn't seem right yesterday during coffee, and tonight
just sort of snowballed and...wait, did you just say that you fell for me?"
David smiled as he asked the question.

I scowled. "I'm drunk and can't be held accountable. And don't change the
subject."

David put his hand up in surrender as he walked over to me. "You're
right. I'm sorry. I should have told you sooner. If it's ok to mention,
though, it looks like you enjoyed Glenn's attention?" He glanced down at my
crotch, noting the tent in my slacks that hadn't gone anywhere.

I couldn't help but blush. "Anyone would enjoy Glenn's attention. It just
proves I have a pulse."

"Would you like a basis for comparison?" David asked, grinning.

I'm a little dim when I'm drunk, "Huh?" was my reply.

David answered by leaning in and kissing me slowly. Glenn's kiss may have
melted me, but David's made me forget everything that had just been said,
and my name, and any sense of time. When the kiss ended, I realized that my
shirt had become unbuttoned and David had his arms around me under my
clothing.

I said, "Yes."

David laughed, "Yes what?"

"Marriage, kids, whatever you want. The answer is yes." I said in my dreamy
fugue.

David continued his laughing, only it became more boisterous, which made me
want him even more for some reason. He said, "Ok, now I *know* you're
drunk."

I gave him a goofy look as a response and added, "Yeah, I guess so."

"Feeling better?"

"Will you kiss me some more?"

Chuckling, he said, "If you want me to, yeah."

"Then yes, I'm feeling just peachy."

"We should probably go over this when you're sober, but the fact that I'm
with Glenn isn't a problem?"

That was a good question. "I've never been in that kind of relationship
before. Truth is, I haven't been in many relationships, period. I like you
and I trust you. If you trust and like Glenn, then I'll go with your
judgment. Are you in a relationship with Adam and/or Paul too?"

"Nope, just Glenn. And really, his relationships with them were never all
that serious. Mostly I think they're just very good friends with benefits."

I grew more serious. "Do you love him?"

He matched my stare. "I do, and I probably always will. That doesn't mean I
can't love someone else just as much, though."

"So if we were in a relationship, would Glenn and I be in a relationship?"

"You're chatty when you're drunk." David said smiling. "But no, not if you
don't want to, of course. Whether you're in a relationship with Glenn is up
to you two."

"Yeah that's a little weird."

I could see David getting concerned at this point. "Why? Because he and I
are together?"

"No, it's weird that either one of you would be interested in me, let alone
both."

Shocked, David asked, "Why? You're cute, smart, funny, and you obviously
have a decent sexual appetite." He said as he pressed his own stiff member
against mine through our pants. It was all I could do to keep myself from
kneeling right there and polishing his pole till he shot hot cum down my
throat.

"I appreciate the compliment, and I wouldn't mind if you bent me over this
counter and fucked the hell out of me" David's eye grew larger at that, but
he let me continue,"...but you're both way out of me league. Hot guys like
you and Glenn just don't hit on guys like me."

He shrugged, "Sometimes hot guys are dumb. But you don't have a problem
with Glenn and me being together?"

I thought about it for a minute. "No, I don't. And if Glenn sweeps me off
my feet, I won't have a problem with being with both of you I guess, but I
have my own confession."

I could see that I had piqued David's curiosity with that. "Yeah?" he
asked.

"If we do anything tonight, I mean together, I'll end up being closer to
you."

"Yeah...that's kind of the point, isn't it?" David asked, confused.

"No. Uh, Yes. I mean. I can't just have sex and have it be sex. If I make
that kind of physical connection with someone, I always end up emotionally
bonded to them, too. Casual sex doesn't really work for me."

Based on the look on his face David seemed to understand what I was
saying. "So if Glenn had..."

"If I had decided to let Glenn go further, I'd definitely feel connected to
him. It's burned me in the past."

David kiss me lightly on lips once and said, "I guess it's ok that you've
fallen for me already then."

I blinked sleepily. "You know, 12 hours ago I would have been happy just to
see you on campus."

"Would you like to stay tonight?"

I nodded and then considered for a moment. "As long as it won't be
inconvenient for anyone."

David looked confused briefly and then caught on. "He and I have our own
rooms. I spend the night with him when he isn't up late working, but having
our own spaces lets us have time to ourselves."

David led me up to his room on the second level of the house and shut the
door. He turned up the lights just a little so that we weren't in complete
darkness. I couldn't make out much of the room, but what I could see was
nice; the bed certainly looked comfortable.

He fell onto his bed, pulling me down with him. "I seem to recall a request
for more kissing?" David asked playfully.

I didn't bother responding with words and instead chose to start the
kissing myself. In the dim light of the room, the shadows draped across his
face in ways that I hadn't seen before, and the sight made me dizzy. The
wind outside had picked up and I could hear it howling in a summer
storm. We settled on our positions in bed. He ended up being on top of me
and I was just fine with that. His cock rubbed mine through our pants as we
kissed. The feeling of being lost in the moment washed over me again and
again. From time to time I became away of softness of sheets or a piece of
clothing that was noticeably gone. By the time I became more fully aware,
David was running his hand along the length of my cock through my briefs;
my pants where no where to be seen. It might have been dim, but I could
plainly see that he was already naked. He was a little smaller than my
dildo at home but not by much; he may have even been
thicker. Instinctively, I spread my legs as an invitation.

David chuckled, "Maybe we should get you out of your underwear first,
Mark." He hooked in two fingers and deftly slid off my briefs, bending his
head down quickly and running his tongue along my cock as he went. I gasped
and my dick bounced in appreciation. He tossed my underwear aside as he
started kissing my swollen head and lapping up pre-cum.

It had been awhile since I'd received anything close to this kind of
attention, and even then that was a distant second compared to David. I
closed my eyes and arched my back a little, moaning. "Fuck! That feels
amazing."

He took all of me in his mouth deep throated me in one motion. I could feel
his moaning in my cock and it sent waves of pleasure throughout my
body. One of his hands found my balls and he started to massage them. I
watched as his head slowly bobbed up and down on me. Before I knew what was
happening, I felt one of his fingers, slick with spit and my own juices,
pressing at my hole. I gladly opened up for him and grunted as my ass
swallowed his finger, and then two.

David's head came off my dick, a little out of breath, he said, "you're so
fucking hot. Do you want..?"

I starred at his cock and then met his eyes. "Please" was all I said.

With an almost imperceptible nod he moved in between my legs and lifted
them to rest on his shoulders. I heard him spit into his hand and could
feel the motion of his hand as he lubed up his dick. Another few fingers
with their own set of natural lube loosened me up for a few seconds. "Tell
me if you need me to stop." He said as I felt the head of his cock applying
pressure to my ass.

It suddenly occurred to me that I wasn't about to fuck myself with a
dildo. A real man's cock was poised to pump a load of hot cum in my
ass. "Fuck me!" I practically shouted.

I don't know if David was simply responding to the command or horny as
hell, but his 8in thick cock plunged deep inside me faster than I think he
expected. I caught his attention briefly to let him know I was ok before he
started pulling out and pushing back into me.

Before long David worked up a rhythm and I could feel his balls slapping
against my ass. The bed creaked softly and there was a light tapping as the
headboard hit the wall in response to our fucking. My body was humming as
David's cock sent bursts of excitement with every stroke. Before long I
realized that it wasn't just the physical sensation. There was a living,
breathing, stud fucking me.

My eyes flew open as I felt David's hand gently grasp my dick at the base
and squeeze up slowly, not slowing his own pace a bit. "Oh God."

He smiled at me and said, "Just relax and let it happen."

David might have stroked me a total of 10 times before I could feel it
start. "Oh God. Yes. David. Fuck!!" I grabbed sheets with both hands as and
tensed as the first shot flew past my left ear. My dick kept going off like
a gun, completely out of my control.

David must have gotten the reaction he wanted because half way through my
own orgasm, he grunted and I could feel him stop and shoot fresh cum in my
ass.

By the time we were both done, I was exhausted from the evening. David
pulled out slowly and went to the bathroom. He brought back a few rags for
us to clean up with. After I was done, he layed beside me and asked, "It's
been awhile hasn't it?"

Oh God. I'm a bad lay, I thought to myself. This is a great way to start
and end a relationship in one night.

David must have sensed something, or my expression gave it away, because he
added, "It was really hot. You just seemed a little surprised is all. It
was kind of turn on, like being with virgin who already knew how to take a
cock."

I propped myself up on a pillow and said, "Well, you're a lot more
interactive than my dildo for one."

We both chuckled and I yawned. David opened his arms. "Here, let's get some
sleep."

I hesitated for a moment. I had slept with a few guys before and cuddled a
little, but nothing quite like this. With his help and a little patience I
got settled. "You're such a dork." He said, trying not to laugh. He kissed
my neck and whispered "And if it's ok to say it, you're *my* dork."

Until he said that, I hadn't realized just how lonely I had been before
that night. My chest started to hurt and I could have cried, but kept in
check. I replied, "You can call me whatever you want, so long as you hold
me until I fall asleep."

There was nothing more to say that night, so I just let the wind howl
outside and lull me to sleep, aided by David's steady breathing.

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The morning came at some point while I was asleep. I always pictured a
moment like this, where I'd wake up in the same position I slept in as my
lover held me. In reality, I was sprawled awkwardly, my left arm was asleep
under me, and when I became more aware, I discovered that David was nowhere
to be found in the bedroom. There was, however, a note on the pillow next
to me. When my arm stopped its tingling throb and I cleared the sleep from
my eyes, I was actually able to read the note: "Went to run a few
errands. There's coffee downstairs in the kitchen. Love, David"

This struck me as just a bit weird. It seemed like we really got close the
night before, but the next morning he has to run errands and leave me a
note in his bed? Something was up, but I wasn't sure what. I made use of
David's bathroom and grabbed a robe. Then I got downstairs and made way to
the kitchen. What I saw gave me a few ideas about what was going on.

Glenn was standing at the kitchen counter with his back to me as he was
doctoring a cup of coffee. He was shirtless, but wearing a pair of pajama
pants that made his ass look fantastic. David obviously wanted us to have
some get-to-know-each-other time. My head kind of hurt from the wine and
coffee sounded good. I was fairly certain I managed to land one boyfriend
last night. I sarcastically thought, why not go for two by the end of the
weekend?

I made a point of yawning at the entryway to the kitchen so I wouldn't
surprise him. Glenn's head turned slightly to see me and he turned fully
around. He had a bright smile on his face and greeted me, "Good morning,
Mark! Doing ok? You got a little drunk last night."

I nodded. "Doing fine, just a mild headache."

"Cool. David said he'd be back. He's just.."

"...running some errands." I finished for him. "So how did you sleep?"

Handing me a mug of coffee and moving over some milk and sugar he said,
"Can't complain. For a little while I was horny as hell, but my boyfriend
and his cute-as-fuck new lover were going at it in the next room and it was
pretty hot to listen to."

I winced. "Sorry about that."

Glenn chuckled and I found that it made me slightly weak in my
knees. "Don't worry about it, Mark. He's been talking about you for months
now. I can see why he's into you. In fact..."

I stopped him by raising a hand.

"Ok, I'm sorry to stop you there, and I'm going to apologize if I'm a
little short, but my headache isn't gone yet and you're a little more
charming than I'm used to. You and David have clearly talked about me,
which I'm fine with. Maybe you guys planned his errand running together. I
don't know. I'm really pretty flattered by it. Here's the deal. I would
really, really, love to suddenly find myself as the object of affection for
two amazing men like you and David. Truth is, I've wanted something that
even vaguely resembles a family all my life, and this hint at possibly
finding two fantastic men that I might someday call family has me a little
worried that I might...get carried away. I mean, I don't even really know
you and you don't really know me. I'd like to see that change, but I don't
want anyone, especially me, getting hurt."

Glenn paid close attention as I wound myself down. He set his coffee cup
down and took a moment to consider his response. "I don't want anyone to
get hurt unnecessarily either, Mark. I'd like you to consider how you
honestly feel, though. When David started talking about you, I thought you
sounded cool, and I was glad he found someone that excited him. When I met
you last night, got to know you, and saw you with David, I can honestly say
I was sure we had found our third. As far as not knowing each other goes,
my middle name is Philip, I'm a software developer, I'm pretty protective
of the ones I care about, I'm kind of an arrogant prick sometimes, I
believe in honesty, and I'd like to spend the weekend with you and
David--both in and out of the bedroom." He adjusted his package with that
last statement. "As far as me knowing you goes, I can tell that you're so
lonely that you barely see straight and have been for some time. When
someone asks you a question you pause, as if you're considering a hundred
different response and you're trying to decide which one will make you seem
the most normal. I know what depression looks and sounds like."

Glenn continued. "Let me tell you a story. When I was a freshman in
college, I met an upperclassmen and we fell in love. Four great years of
loving each other later, he died--drunk driver. I didn't know what to do
with myself. I felt like I had to figure out how to be someone else because
our relationship was such a big part of who I was; I felt completely lost,
I guess is my point. I grew less devastated over time, but I was lost for 6
years before I met David. It didn't take long before he started feeling
like home, and it took meeting David for me to realize how miserable I had
been. Tell me to fuck off if I'm way off base here, but I see myself in
you. I don't know who hurt you or when. It doesn't really matter. I just
want to you to be honest with yourself about how you feel."

Tears were rolling down my cheeks but I was silent. Glenn didn't press me
for information, and just let me figure how to say what I wanted to. "I was
six when my parents died. I was raised by my grandmother who died a few
years ago. Apart from household employees, I don't have anyone in this
world, Glenn. I won't have to work a day in my life, and I could write a
check for this house right now without blinking, but the thought of
spending my entire life alone terrifies me. Just imagining the possibility
of being with you and David is almost too much to bear. I know that
probably doesn't make any sense."

I got up and went searching for a tissue in the living room. Unable to find
one, I turned around and found Glenn beside me with a box of
them. "Thanks." I said, pulling one out, wiping my face, and then blowing
my nose. "Super sexy now, aren't I?" I said, laughing bitterly.

Glenn looked at me with those gorgeous fucking eyes and said, "I'm fairly
certain that you're sexy all the time, Mark, but the fact that I recognize
that shouldn't be the reason for us being in a relationship."

I had gotten up less than hour ago and I was already exhausted for the
day. Sighing, "Ok then, Glenn. Putting aside the fact that you're sex
incarnate, sweet, successful, and you seem to like me, why should we be
together?"

"Because I know what you want, but you can't, or won't, tell anyone." Glenn
said, being just a little smug.

"Oh really? I'm all ears." I smirked, feeling a little better.

Glenn stepped closer to me, just a foot away if that, and said, "It's
really simple. You want someone to know you. You want someone see you for
who you are behind the sass and the sarcasm...and the hurt." He paused a
moment putting a hand on my whiskered cheek. "Everyone wants that,
Mark. You're not alone. So, How do you feel?"

I was reasonably close to breaking down, but I was able to disengage enough
to carry on the conversation somewhat. "How do I feel about what?"

"Me? David? You? Lady Gaga's new single?" Glenn said as he moved his hand
from my cheek to running his fingers through my hair.

At the risk of jumping off into an emotional abyss of poor judgment, I said
"Ignoring the fact that I shouldn't feel this way at all, you two feel like
home, or at least what I think home probably feels like." I chuckled
letting a tear escape. "And I'm tired, despite having just gotten up."

"Is it ok, if I kiss you?" He asked, his voice was gentle and sincere.

I wasn't able to find my voice, so I just nodded an affirmative response.

When our lips met, it wasn't like the night before. When he kissed me
before it was lustful, aggressive, and wonderful. This morning it was kind
of like kissing David, but not. The floor disappeared from under me,
followed by the walls and ceiling. I felt his breath and his arms around
me. Each kiss and parting of our lips required a response. For a short
while, I was his and he was mine. I opened my eyes and found that we were
laying on the couch with him on top of me. I've really got to pay more
attention when I get kissed. I could end up in another country this way.

"Wow." He said.

"Yeah."

Glenn looked uncharacteristically out of sorts when he asked, "Do you want
to move in?"

I snorted a laugh and said, "How about we shower first, get some lunch and
go from there?"


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