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The story is not autobiographical and is a product of the writer's fertile imagination.
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Prologue
"Oh, Michael ..." was the last coherent thing Stephen said as his rhythm changed and he emptied himself in Michael. Michael had immediately started to stroke himself and within a minute, he was yelling Stephen's name. As he finished, he pulled Stephen down on top of him and kissed him, panting to get his breath back. He could feel Stephen beginning to soften and he came out as they turned sideways still linked by their arms.
When they came down from their high, they looked at each other. "Stephen, I am beginning to see what it is I want and who I want to be." For emphasis, he kissed Stephen yet again.
"Michael, I feel awake after a long sleep. Thank you for waking me up."
No more had to be said. As they lay entwined waiting for sleep to come, Michael managed to slur some words. "Just wait till tomorrow morning. Be prepared." Stephen only held him tighter. The next morning, Michael was only just a little gentler and it lasted a little longer.
Present
They decided that Stephen would bring his article back that night and that Michael would spend the week and weekend at his condo while they worked on the article as the deadline was just a couple of weeks away. Michael's first thought was that it would be an interesting experiment to be together for a week. They would take a break on Sunday for supper at James' and Matt's place and he would go home from there. They were heading up to the Bourgeois cottage the next weekend.
Michael arrived with a small suitcase and his computer. He had set his home phone to forward calls to his mobile. Michael read the article on his tablet first and then printed it. He started again with a pen in hand, making notes and points where he thought a graphic should go and the nature of the graphic. He then made a copy of the article on his computer and started making the changes in red and leaving spaces for the graphics with titles. He renamed the file and sent it to Stephen's computer.
"Wow, all that in just a couple of hours!" They then got down to the hard slogging. Michael kept on stressing that this was Stephen's article and his points were just suggestions. They started working on some of the graphs. Stephen had a special program for that; so when given the data, he could produce different graph formats. By the end of the night, they could see real progress and could clearly see how much time it was going to take. They celebrated appropriately that night. Scotch first and then ....
It felt strange but good to come back to Stephen's after work and not to his condo. He had let himself in with his new key and had puttered in the kitchen getting some food ready and then he sat down to finish something from work. When Stephen came in, he had the food ready and places set. They seemed to be in sync with each other, sharing comments about the day. They started to work on the article very soon after the meal.
At about 8, a phone started to ring. They looked at each other. Michael, "Oh shit it's mine. Where the hell is it?" He finally found it. "Oh, hi dad. No, I couldn't find my phone, long story." There were a few minutes of chit chat between them. "Sorry, Dad but I am not going to be able to make it this year. Oh, damn, the dock. Could you hold for a moment while I check my calendar?" He put the phone on mute and explained the dock and the cottage to Stephen. He asked if Steven would mind going up to help put it in the next weekend. Unfortunately, he had seminars that weekend that he was involved with but he was free the following weekend. "Dad you and I could do it the next weekend or the weekend after, I could bring a friend to help. Yes I agree; three would be better. OK, I'll bring a friend that weekend. Dad, I had better let you know that the friend and I are quite close." There was a period of silence as he listened to his father. "Dad, I think that it is time. I am not going to deny who I am anymore. This would be a great way to meet Stephen. You'll like him. We'll be there on the Saturday morning and he gave the date. See you then."
"Nicely done, Michael. You really didn't give him an option. We have both done it. Feels better doesn't it?"
"Yes but we haven't heard the end of this yet. There will be a call from my mother. Not sure how that will go but I shall wait expectantly. I am committed."
They didn't have long to wait. His telephone rang an hour later. "Hi mom." He listened for a few minutes. He repeated some of Stephen's facial gestures from the conversation with his brother as his mother talked. Finally, "Mom, I am 31 years of age. I am who I am. I have someone I want you to meet. He is coming to the cottage as a friend from the city. Mom, I am not going to deny who I am to people anymore, not even to your friends. This would be a good way for you to become more comfortable with the idea and meet a really interesting friend." There was a pause and when he spoke there was steel in his voice. "Mom, the dock goes in with Stephen there with me." He listened for a minute. "Mom call it what you will. That is the way it will be." He could sense that she was weakening. She was not used to not getting her way. "See you in a couple of weeks. Looking forward to seeing you and dad.
"Apparently, I am blackmailing my parents. Now I am sweating. No ... put that thought on hold." With raised eyebrows, "Later? We have a lot of work still to do tonight. We have a fast approaching deadline."
"Slave driver. Later it is!" They accomplished a lot and both were excited as they looked at the quickly emerging final draft, formatted with a growing number of meaningful and attractive graphs. With a trip to the shower, Michael was very clean by the time they hit the bedroom and as he said to Stephen, with a very engaged libido. It was obvious that he really enjoyed the smack on his rear from Stephen for his repetition of Stephen's words. Stephen could only groan with laughter as Michael begged 'again, again'.
They both had to admit to themselves as they were readying themselves for dinner at James' on Sunday that the week together had been an eye opener. Michael found himself not looking forward to going his condo by himself. They enjoyed their time together, the camaraderie, the discussions and of course the closeness. They had had a great time with the guys at the club on Friday. They had taken breaks on Saturday to shop; both just enjoyed being out doing things together. Michael had prepared a really good meal for Saturday night. He was becoming quite competent in the kitchen. They had watched a movie and spent a wonderful time later slowly arousing each other. It ended it as it should have ended. Now they were ready for social time with James and family.
Matt answered the door and gave Michael a hug and shook hands with Stephen. They had been told to dress casually and both looked great in slacks and form fitting shirts. Michael's welcome was warm. Stephen's welcome was more low key; he was an unknown quantity. Stephen was taken by the ease between the gay and straight couples, especially Jason and his girlfriend. Robbie and Maria were a delight exactly as Michael had described. There were drinks and hors d'oeuvres. The tempo and noise level picked up. Dave, Kevin's partner was talking to Stephen and had just asked him how they had met, at the exact time when there was a lull in the general conversations.
Eyes shifted to Stephen who looked at everyone, "OK, I shall get this out of the way. We met the night that you guys had taken him to the club." He stopped expecting that would not be enough for this group.
James spoke up, "And?"
"I invited him back to my place for a scotch." Stephen paused dramatically, anticipating that there would be very knowing sighs and laughter from the group including suggestive comments. There were. "I stupidly told him that he could drink my scotch, chat and leave. Damn it, he took me at my word and left."
There were guffaws all around. All attention shifted to Michael. "What can I was say? I was confused, a mess and he did repeat several times that I could contact him for a chat, more scotch. In fact he repeated to me that it had still been a great evening."
"It took you a bloody month to even make an approach to me." There were a few mock gasps and comments like Stephen must be a saint. "And then you turn up at my lecture and were going to leave without talking to me."
More good natured catcalls. Michael had to make some comment. "We did come to an amicable understanding."
It was Paul who interjected. "Amicable or amorous?"
Stephen, "A gentleman never tells." He said it in such a mock, self righteous voice that there was laughter all around. Eyes now focused back on Michael.
"I too am a gentleman!"
It was Jason who intervened with, "What was the lecture about?"
There were jeers and boos at Jason for letting them off the hook but Michael took it like a lifeline and summarized the lecture. They were off with all of them asking Stephen his main points. Only the announcement that supper was ready ended the lively discussion.
Following in Paul's footsteps, when the the food was on the table, James looked around, "What a wonderful gathering. We are all blessed by the family and circle of friends. We are blessed with the abundance of food and to Matt who did a lot of the cooking. Especially, we welcome Michael back with us and are pleased to welcome Stephen. A wonderful evening of fellowship and sharing. Dig in."
For Stephen, that touch said it all. Not religious but a blessing and thanksgiving for so many things. He could only hope that he would be allowed to join this group. The rest of evening was the same with lively talk and intellectual stimulation. He had a chance to talk in detail to Jason about his upcoming first year at University. When they left, feelings had changed. No handshakes for Stephen, he received a hug from Matt and he got a hearty hug and a quiet thank you from James. It was clear how close they felt to Michael.
Both Michael and Stephen were high from the evening. As they arrived at their cars, Stephen turned to Michael. "Do you really want to go to your place?"
"Only if you come with me. We can get up early and we can go to work." It was a very appropriate, intimate finish to their week together.
The next week was a whirlwind of activity. Both had commitments at work and they stayed in separate condos until Thursday. They passed changes and additions to the article back and forth through Dropbox. Somehow they kept it all straight and had a finished first draft by Thursday morning. They did some more work on Thursday night at Stephen's and they could see that it would need proofreading and some final touches next week but it was done. On Friday, they left early from work and missed the rush hour. They were two and half hours from home when they decided that they would find a place 'to shack up' for the night. In fact, Stephen knew of a very good hotel with a first class restaurant that was only an hour from the cottage and unkown to Michael, he had made reservations for two.
For both, it was a new experience to check into a hotel as a couple. It was a kind of a coming out for both of them. Supper was incredible; the time together later even better. They were on the road by 9:30 the next morning. Both were a little nervous, actually quite nervous. As it turned out, they were the first to arrive. Somehow that took the pressure off of Michael in particular but it also allowed Stephen to feel as if they belonged there as he showed Michael around and he became comfortable with the place. They had put their luggage in Stephen's bedroom. Luckily there was a double bed. A little later, they heard a car on the driveway.
Stephen, "Show time."
It was his parents. His parents were cool in their greetings but not hostile. Michael could tell that he would be under scrutiny all weekend, especially today. Michael pitched in to help unload the car. He noticed that both the parents looked into Stephen's room and could see the 2 different cases, both open, on the bed. Nothing was said.
"Mom, Dad, we have prepared a light lunch for you when you are ready. There is enough for everyone when they arrive." It looked as if they had scored some points. It was a good thing that no one else was there as they could sit around and talk. The talk very slowly turned to Michael and his family. There seemed to be a warming when they heard the Rosedale address and that Michael was a corporate and forensic accountant. He regaled them with a few of his accounts, especially Kevin and Paul's investigation, using no names of course. He played up the undercover aspect in a funny self deprecating way. They hung on every word. By the time the meal was over everyone seemed more relaxed. Stephen's father even asked him about an accounting question and Michael agreed to look into it for him.
As they were finishing, Eric and his family arrived. Stephen was glad that they had come but he knew that it would be an uphill battle. Like Michael's mother, Eric was not used to not having his way. They all walked up to the car. Anne, his wife, greeted them and gave hugs. It was obvious to Michael that Eric went out of his way to avoid a handshake with either Michael or Stephen and he made no attempt to put people at ease. When Michael attempted to help with the luggage, he was told peremptorily that they could handle it. Michael visibly shrugged his shoulders in a gesture that said that it was Eric's loss.
Michael was introduced to Eric's 2 boys, John and Peter. Both boys looked well built for their age of 6 and 8. Michael made little comments to them. Eric had the boys off doing something to interrupt Michael's time with them.
As they all entered the cottage, Stephen winked at Michael and told him to announce lunch.
"Looking at John and Peter, he smiled and said in a loud voice that when everyone was ready there were cold cuts and salads for lunch. The boys whooped that they were hungry. Stephen was carrying one of Anne's cases down the hall when his brother looked in Stephen's room and muttered to Stephen, "So he is going to stay in that room with you?"
In a matter of fact way, Stephen replied in an even voice, "Where are you and Anne going to sleep? In the same room? The couch is damned uncomfortable." His brother just gave him a disgusted look. Stephen smiled to himself.
Lunch was a mad house. Michael did notice that Stephen's mother announced that Stephen and Michael had provided lunch and it was delicious. Everyone dug in with gusto. It was a really beautiful day and Stephen suggested that they get the dock in. At that moment, Helen and family arrived. More introductions and faces, David, Helen's husband and their young children, Michael, aged 5 and Julie, aged 3. They had just settled when Robbie and girlfriend, Diane, arrived. Michael was so pleased. He had been welcomed warmly by Helen and family. Robbie was just a bundle of energy. He gave a hug to Stephen looked at Michael and with a big smile, one to Michael. Robbie had whispered in his ear that he was so happy that big brother had finally brought someone to the cottage. The weekend definitely picked up.
Michael was an old hand with docks and was right in the thick of things. He was finishing up something at the end of the dock when he realized that someone was behind him. It was Eric. Before he could react, he realized that Eric was close enough that no one could really see what he was doing. He suddenly felt pressure on his body and realized that he was being pushed and he was headed for the very cold, May water. Almost by instinct, as he started to fall, he grabbed Eric's arm and pulled him in with him. Stephen had been watching and realized what was happening but they were in before he could do or say anything. The two men came up to the surface spluttering, cursing the cold and quickly headed for the shore.
There was concern on everyone's face with lots of comments. Finally Michael managed to get some words out. Looking directly at Eric in a loud voice, "Sorry, I must have lost my balance. Thanks for trying to grab me and stop the fall." He smiled very coldly and as he passed Eric, he whispered, "Fucker, don't try a stunt like that ever again." Then out loud, "Come on Eric we need to change."
As he passed Stephen, he saw the look on his face. He looked him straight in the eye. "It is taken care of. I said a little something to him when I passed him. Please do nothing."
Michael dried up and changed. He went down the hall to where he could hear Eric in his room. He went in. They looked at each other. Michael's face was a cold mask. "Eric, I don't know what you were trying to prove with that stupid stunt but you have choices. If you think that you can intimidate me, don't count on it. We can be friends, neutral to each other or enemies. I can live with neutral but would prefer friendship but you don't want me as an enemy. I deal with crooks and adversaries as my living." He paused and kept his look unwavering and cold. "This little piece of nonsense is in our past and between us." He had an errant thought back to Paul in the meeting in Kevin's office; Paul would be proud of him. He turned and left before Eric could even make a reply. He almost bumped into Stephen who was just outside the room. He put his hands to his lips for silence and led him out of the cottage.
"Don't mess with Michael."
"This is between him and me. Please do not get involved."
"I think that you said it all to him. I am impressed, as usual."
The rest of day was fun. Supper was chaos but fun for all. At night they read, talked and played games. Michael had lots of experience with his sister's children and he ended up on the floor playing first with Helen's kids and when they were off to bed with Eric's. He had challenged Peter and John to a game of Sorry. The entire family could hear the antics of the game as they yelled out sorry and groaned with moves made against each other. Later, the adults played a boisterous game of Hearts.
As they went to bed, Stephen's mother, Betty, looked at Michael with respect in her eyes, "Michael, thank you for putting up with us. I saw what happened this afternoon. I know that Stephen is a lucky man." She gave him a quick kiss goodnight on the cheek and was gone down the hall before he could react.
That night as Michael got into bed the springs squeaked. "Shit, the springs make a noise. I do not intend to be celibate tonight."
"Solution?"
Michael hopped out of bed and shed his clothes and took off anything that Stephen had on. They turned off every light but the night light beside the bed. They embraced each other with hands that were everywhere. Both muffled any sighs of pleasure and took turns kneeling in front of the other until both knew that they would not last long. They stood kissing while they finished each other with their hands. Luckily there was towel in the room from Michael's 'swim' in the afternoon. Stephen noticed a bit that they missed with the towel. He finished the job with his tongue, sharing it with Michael.
The rest of the weekend went without incident and both Michael and Stephen had time to relax and just enjoy the time apart. They knew that their coming week would be hectic. They had already decided that Michael would stay at Stephen's to finish the article. They left the cottage in the late morning. Michael could sense that the parents' attitude had become accepting. Eric stayed at a distance, observing but not openly hostile. They left feeling revived.
They were correct; the next week was hectic but totally enjoyable, finishing the article and having fun doing it. Stephen emailed the finished article on Thursday night to the publisher. With permission, Michael emailed a copy to his father telling him that he had come across it in his reading and he thought that he would enjoy it. They could discuss it at the cottage in a weeks time. He did not tell him anything about the author or the editor, himself, mentioned in the acknowledgements at the end. Who ever read the acknowledgements?
Michael went to his condo the next week and found himself at a loss; Stephen felt the same. They had spent much of the last three weeks living together. It had been immensely satisfying. The emails and nightly telephone calls just didn't seem the same. Neither wanted to speak out of turn in case they other didn't want things to change. They had supper together on Tuesday. On Thursday night, they made their final plans to leave for Michael's cottage. Michael was owed some time off so he took Friday off. Stephen had no commitments so they headed to the cottage a day early. They had liked arriving first and settling in.
The cottage had obviously been opened at some point in the spring so they only had to turn on the water heater and relax. They ate some lunch sitting on the front deck.
Michael looked at Stephen. "Missed you this week."
"Your libido really is active."
"Not what I am talking about although I did miss you that way."
"So did I. Want to talk about it."
"Yes." Michael stopped talking and just looked at Stephen.
"Oh, so the ball is in my court." Michael gave him a little shrug and smile. "I actually had this little daydream the other day. Quite pleasant. You moved in with me for the summer because we are planning our summer together and then we made decisions towards the end of the summer."
"I like your daydream. Decision taken?" Stephen shook his head enthusiastically. Michael looked at him intently for seconds and then rolled his eyes to side as he nodded his head toward the inside. They both stood up as one. Stephen took Michael's hand and led him inside. They shed clothes from the living room to the bedroom, stopping to kiss and touch each other. Stephen was exuberant; Michael was filled with joy with the decision that they had made. Michael stopped them and stood back looking at the man in front of him. This wonderful man had just suggested that they live together for the summer. Both were taking it slowly. He reached out and ran his hand over his chest, down over his stomach and down his thigh. He cupped his balls rolling them gently in his fingers. He loved to see Stephen's cock become redder and move, twitching slightly up and down. A little pearl of liquid was forming. He knelt and gently licked it off, tasting like he would a good scotch. Stephen smiled and ran his hands through Michael's hair, massaging the scalp.
Both had their eyes closed as they let the sensations run through their bodies. They ended up on the bed in the room they had chosen. It was slower and more deliberate than usual. They were in a 69 for quite a while because it inflamed every sense. Tongues, fingers, especially fingers that ended up inside the other and their delicate motion over the prostate. At one point, they both stopped and looked at each other and just stared into the eyes. Michael insisted that he would be on his back so that he could see Stephen as Stephen entered him. It also meant his hands could roam over Stephen's body. As his rhythm picked up and Michael was almost crooning, the electricity was so great, he managed to get his hands between them and had one hand on his balls and the other with just his fingers on his cock. There were times when Stephen came all the way out but his head and Michael stroked Stephen's cock lightly. That brought a loud number of noises from Stephen's throat and mouth. Finally, Michael put one hand on Stephen's ass and set the speed and timing. He watched Stephen's eyes and face until it was mixture of pleasure and pain. He could feel his climax. It was long and hard.
Stephen came out and was instantly sucking Michael with his finger in strongly massaging the prostate. Michael cursed as his shots literally shot out of him. He yelled out for Stephen not to swallow and in a very short time they were sharing. It was so intimate and erotic.
They fell asleep for a while and when they awoke, Michael offered himself for another round. Stephen obviously found it very erotic to find Michael still slick and wet from earlier. The rest of the day was an anticlimax in a sort of a way but both felt so close, physically and mentally to each other that it was wonderful.
The next day, they heard the car come up the lane way in the late morning. "As you said two weekends ago, showtime."
They gave the parents a hearty welcome. It was one of the advantages of being there first; they felt as if they were the ones to give the welcome.
"Mom, Dad, I want you to meet Stephen Bourgeois."
His Dad looked at Stephen, "Why do I feel that I know that name?" Both the guys shrugged their shoulders. His Dad looked perplexed.
They put their luggage in the cottage and his mother noticed that Michael had chosen, not his room with a single bed but a room with a double. She looked but said nothing.
Again they had brought lunch meats and salads. While the parents were getting settled, they put the food and dishes out. They sat outside on a beautiful day eating what his mother said was a delicious surprise.
Suddenly, his father started to laugh. I know why I recognized the name. That article you sent me was written by a Stephen Bourgeois. Michael you are something else. 'Here is something I found in my reading'."
"And your son did the layout and the graphs." They talked a bit about the article. His father was very enthusiastic about the layout and analysis.
His mother, who had been sidelined by their talk, finally started on family background. He told them where he was born and about his degrees and his position at the University. Both parents were impressed.
Again suddenly, his father, the business man and accountant, "Bourgeois Industries? Any connection?"
"My father started it. My brother runs it with him now. We all own a portion of shares in it."
It appeared that Stephen would fit into the family very easily. Good family with a good standing. Michael was more than pleased. He knew that he had made a break through when his mother asked if they were going to make it for July 1. Their answer was yes.
They moved into Stephen's condo over the next week. Both really enjoyed the intimacy and the sharing of ideas and of each others lives. Michael became involved with a couple of difficult cases that took a lot of time but he managed not to ignore Stephen. He made a huge effort to do things with him. June passed quickly and they were suddenly preparing for July 1 at the Burtchell cottage. They always invited people from the city and from surrounding cottages.
Stephen was simply introduced as a friend of Michael's. Michael had made it clear to his parent that they were sleeping together in the same room and that he would be honest to anyone who asked. No problems or embarrassing situations arose. It was a huge party ending with their own display of fireworks. Michael was always one of the people who took charge of the fireworks and he conscripted Stephen as part of the team. They had a great time. They had set the last display perfectly and it exploded as a wonderful finale. When all the helpers had departed, he gave Stephen a very long kiss for the help.
It became obvious very shortly that not all the helpers had departed quickly. A few minutes back at the cottage, a young fellow in his late teens approached Michael. It was Peter, a distant cousin, whose family had a cottage nearby.
"Michael, can we talk. I happened to turn around as I was leaving the fireworks pit and saw you and Stephen being very friendly. I am so confused. I have to talk to someone."
"First, Peter, Stephen and I are not just friends."
"Ah, um, uh, from what I saw, an interesting friendship it would be, if you were just friends. Sorry." He put his hand to his mouth, surprised at his own forwardness. He also had a quirky little smile.
"Peter, a hell of lot closer than friends. Like your directness and sense of humour. We can talk now or tomorrow. Tomorrow? Do you want to come here or meet somewhere else?" They arranged to meet at a picturesque spot on the beach at 11 the next morning with Stephen if he wanted to come.
Peter was obviously nervous the next morning. Michael immediately told him that this was just between them. He joked that there would not be a big internet posting after the talk. That seemed to lighten the mood just enough.
"Michael, I am not sure if I am gay."
"A couple of questions. Why are you asking the question? What heterosexual or gay experiences have you had?"
Dated a bit in high school. I did lose my virginity with a girl but I get more turned on by guys. Did experiment with a couple of guys in early high school but got scared off by possible comments or accusations. Don't know how my parents would react. I am confused and frustrated."
"First thing, you have to determine where you stand. You are at University. Join a gay club at school. Meet some guys. You don't have to be in love. Go slowly. Be safe. Remember there are some guys out there who seem great but don't really care about anything but themselves. A guy doesn't want to use condoms, run fast. There are lots of other guys. Unfortunately, parents have to be your last concern. You don't have to tell anyone that you are gay. Hetero guys don't tell parents about their sex life. Stephen is the first guy that my parents have met. They knew during University but it was all theory until this guy. I finally forced the issue and I am 31. If you don't find out, you will never be truly happy."
"I agree with everything he has said. Yes, yes, oh wise one."
"In the vernacular, bite me."
"Best offer all day. Here, now?" He gave Michael the look.
They were all chuckling and that had broken any remaining tension. "Stop guys. You are making me horny."
"Oh for the horniness of youth. If this turns you on, you are gay or just permanently horny. Come on back to the cottage for lunch. We met you on our walk on the beach and we asked you to come with us." Michael's parents were happy to have Peter for lunch. By the time he left, the guys had exchanged telephone numbers and emails. All the other electronic addresses could come later.
They stayed another couple of days and had a wonderful relaxing time. As he said on the way home, it was his best stay at the cottage in years, especially because Stephen was with him. They agreed it was great and decided that if they could get some time at the Bourgeois cottage without Eric and family, they would go. In fact they had a great summer and did spend a couple extended weekends at Stephen's cottage with his parents and Helen's family and no Eric. On one stay, Anne, John and Peter arrived without Eric. They got to know John and Peter well and formed a good bond. Both had to agree it was great. Both sets of parents seemed to take to the partners, enjoying their company and interacting in a warm manner.
They met with Peter a few times and emailed regularly. He had taken their advice and as he said, his suspicions were correct. They had invited him to the city to go to the club with them. He became part of their new circle. They had supper out with James, Kevin and Paul. Michael was introduced to some of Stephen's colleagues. Suddenly, Stephen found himself in the midst of getting ready for September classes. Michael found that August was a bit of slow period but he knew that the autumn would bring on new cases so he cleared all his loose ends and read a lot of the literature.
Stephen invited Michael to an evening with the Economics Department in late August. It was meant as a time for colleagues, spouses and partners to meet old colleagues and make the new members feel more at home. It was time to get to know each other. Michael wondered what it would be like; he was a little nervous. As it turned out he had no worries. The Chair immediately came up to him.
"Michael, from the night of Stephen's lecture. I remember people who intrigue me. Stephen tells me that your degree is in Economics and Computer Science. After seeing you in action at the Pub, I have to ask if you are in the right business. That was impressive. I also want to thank you for your additions to the article that Stephen published. He and we are getting a lot of accolades. Sure you don't want to change fields."
"Sir, do you know what I do?"
"Stephen said that you are in accounting."
"My speciality is forensic accounting and analysis. You would have to pay me a lot of money to get me away from my job. I am pitting my skills against some of the best. As you can probably tell from my tone of voice, I enjoy what I do immensely. "
"Tell me about your work." Michael did and left the Chair laughing and shaking his head. "You certainly are a surprise, Mr. Burtchell. Welcome to our little group and I am so glad to see one of our star members so happy and alive." Michael looked to see Stephen making the rounds with grace and charm. Their eyes met and both had just a little smile of acknowledgement. It was a good evening. For some reason, he suddenly realized clearly that he was here as Stephen's partner and he felt at home and welcome. It felt really good.
Late in August, they were sitting reading quietly. Michael put down his book and cleared his throat. Stephen looked up. Michael gave him a quizzical look. "Had any daydreams lately?" Stephen looked at him as if he were crazy. "How quickly we forget. Should I start to pack up?" More looks. Michael stayed silent but had the beginnings of little smile. "You had a daydream that we would stay together for the summer and then ...."
"Oh shit." There was look of shock and consternation on Stephen's face. "Do, do, do you want to leave?"
"I certainly don't want to be an imposition." He was being a bit of a bugger.
"I'll give you imposition." Stephen was on his feet in an instant. He knelt in front of Michael and pulled his head down and gave him a kiss to remember. That led to Michael's pants being opened and Stephen licking him through his shorts. He was always so turned on by the sight of Michael's erection wetly outlined in his shorts. Very quickly, his cock was out and being licked and finally had Stephen's mouth around the head with his tongue doing a lot of work. Stephen came off and stood up pulling Michael up with him. He had Michael's shirt off in an instant.
"No fair. Here I am naked except my pants half off, sticking out," he looked down at his cock sticking straight out "And you are fully clothed."
"Find a solution." Michael did. Very quickly, both were totally naked and both were looking at the other with lust. Michael pushed Stephen onto the bed and lay on top of him kissing and telling how much he wanted to stay with him. Michael straddled him and reached behind him and slowly stroked Stephen's cock until he was warning him that he was close. He loved the look of lust and passion on his lover's face. He reached over and grabbed the lube and in no time Michael could feel the head at his entrance. He slowly pushed down and then very slowly pushed marvelling at the exquisite feeling as Stephen invaded him as far as he could. Michael just stayed still, feeling the fullness and the slight movements of Stephen in him. He flexed his muscles so that he was massaging Stephen. Michael bent over and kissed his lips and his nipples. He looked at him with lust in his face and told Stephen to fuck him. As he started to move in and out, Michael's eyes closed as he felt the wonderful feelings that coursed through him. Stephen grabbed the lube and put some on his hands and then he started to stroke Michael to his rhythm. Michael muttered, "Don't hold back I am close. We can do this again in an hour. I want you all night. He could feel Stephen's rhythm change and the look on his face told its own story. Michael could actually feel the pulses and he very quickly followed with jets that went to Stephen's chest and even one to his chin. Before Stephen softened, Michael licked the cum off his chin and kissed him.
They lay together in blissful fog. "Michael, I want you here more than you can imagine. I just took it as a given that this was permanent. Was I being presumptuous?"
"Nothing could please me more."
"Let's talk later about arrangements. But together no matter where?" Michael's only answer was to encircle his lover with his arms and kiss him gently.
Michael finished moving all his stuff in a week later and after cleaning and painting, put his condo up for rent. Stephen was enjoying his courses and new students. They decided to go to the club on Friday night with Peter, who was in town, James, Kevin and partners. It was pulsing with energy as usual and Michael and Stephen really let themselves go. Drank a bit too much, danced a little too wildly and were quite demonstrative on the dance floor. Later in the evening, Michael went to the washroom. As he was leaving, William, Stephen's student, came in. They looked at each other and Michael was shocked by the venomous look that he got from William. Nothing had to be said although he thought he heard William mutter, the words fucker and something mumbled with the words regret this. That put a little damper on things but they were leaving anyway.
He debated whether he should say anything. He put the thought aside. Stephen was obviously very demonstrative on the way home and pinned him against the wall in the hall at home. Their clothes were strewn from there to the bedroom where the sex was passionate and intense. In fact, Stephen awakened Michael in the middle of the night and entered him again from the rear as they lay on their sides. It was athletic, loving and very erotic. Michael attacked Stephen in the kitchen the next morning and they ended up with Michael taking Stephen standing up. After, they had coffee in the nude, touching and kissing each other oblivious to anything but each other.
Eventually later in the day, Michael brought up the encounter but Stephen just shrugged it off as William being William. Not to worry.
Michael gave Stephen an appropriate goodbye Monday morning. It had been a very moving weekend. He answered his phone just after 11. It was a very upset Stephen.
"Could we meet for lunch? It's important. I don't want to talk now. It's about William."
"Damn, I'll be there. Name the place." It was a place off campus.
Stephen looked shaken. Michael didn't care where they were, he reached out and held his hand. "Tell me slowly what happened. WE can find a solution."
Stephen had met William in the coffee shop. William's welcome had been enthusiastic but agitated. In the course of the conversation, he admitted that he had been upset seeing Stephen and Michael so friendly at the club but he had convinced himself that it was just a one time meeting. He told Stephen that he had developed very strong feelings for him and had expected that, now that he was no longer a student, they could get to know each other better. Stephen had been evasive but had gently tried to tell him that his rule applied to ex students as well. In short, William had become a little steely and suggested that they could be friends or he could do a lot of damage to Stephen. Stephen at that point had made an excuse that he had a meeting and left. He suggested that William could email him and gave his email address.
"Michael, he seemed very intense and off balance. He really upset me and it was mostly his demeanour." Michael remembered the look that William had given him in the washroom at the club.
"Good move suggesting email. First, send me every email you get from him. I'll store them and I am going to talk to James and send them to him as well. He has a section in the firm that deals with this sort of problem. Stephen, we shall sort this out."
"Michael thank you so much. I feel better already just letting someone know what is happening. Shit it seems like a nightmare that can't be happening to me."
James said that, of course, he would take the case personally. James sent an email suggesting how to word an email to get a response to show exactly what William was thinking and planning. It had to be subtle to keep William from making an extreme response or a rash action. He actually gave him some wordings and suggestions. William's emails became more upset and demanding. He finally sent one with a definite threat that he would claim that he had a sexual relationship for good marks. That was a break that James was hoping for.
James had given some suggestions as to courses of action, one of which was hiring a private detective to find some students who might back up Stephen's position. They decided to do that. Apparently, James had a fellow with a youthful appearance who would try to make a contact with William and some of his buddies.
Michael realized that Stephen was really tense and distracted. He convinced him to go to Toronto and take in some shows and good restaurants. They left on Friday morning as Stephen had no classes. Michael was owed some time for overtime. They contacted no one and just relaxed. The had a wonderful weekend of walking the city, galleries, theatre and restaurants. Their love making was slow, quiet and very intense.
When they arrived back home, he took Michael into his arms. "Michael, thank you so much, I really needed this weekend. I needed you. You are so good for me. I can't thank you enough." He put his hands over Michael's mouth. "No response needed."
As usual, he was very quickly back into the thick of it. Stephen was able to deflect an early email from William by saying that he had been out of town on academic business. At midweek, emails became more strident and demanding but also more intimidating. These were quickly passed on to James. They found out that his man had found out where William and some friends we're going on Friday night. He would be there, by chance of course; he was straight and looking forward to the adventure. Michael and Stephen did not feel quite as excited about the adventure. They went out for supper and an early night, excellent in its own way. But Michael could see that the ordeal was taking its toll on Stephen. His moods were like a roller coaster. He was often distant or off in another world; at other times happy and engaged. It was always with him. He verbalized several times that his reputation and career were on the line.
Michael answered his phone on Monday morning. It was an ebullient Stephen. The fellow had plied William and buddies with drinks and had recorded some of the self incriminating statements made by William. In addition, one of the guys who was there, an ex student of Stephen's, who realized how wrong William's actions were, had agreed to give a statement exposing the lie that William was fabricating.
On James' advice, Stephen had sent an email on Monday, suggesting a meeting in his office the next day. He would start the meeting by himself and James would come in to avoid William being scared off seeing two people there. James had a complete dossier for the meeting.
William acted as if Stephen had agreed to his advances with almost a look of triumph. Stephen managed small talk, willing James to enter his office. He was so relieved to hear the knock. He stood up and let James in.
James took a seat beside William who was looking confused.
James knew that he had to take control of the situation very quickly to stop any chance of William leaving. He had rehearsed in advance. Speaking slowly, softly but very clearly, he identified himself. Then he stated his opening remarks. "If you value your position at the University, I advise you to listen very closely. It could save your career here and a very expensive civil lawsuit." He emphasized the last words.
Stephen could see William tense and his look lost a lot of its earlier triumph. James referred to emails and presented hard copies. He read the deposition of Stephen's ex student. He played the tape from the club and list of all the people present.
"You have spying on me. I'll take you to court."
"Do not even try that crap on me. You have been threatening one of the finest men I have met, threatening to ruin his career. For what, a relationship that he has told you was not appropriate. I have read his emails to you. If you want to refresh your memory; I have them here. He was trying not to hurt you and to let you down easily while you were bloody well threatening him. If this meeting does not go as it should, if we hear any further rumours, I shall make an immediate appointment with the Chair of the Department with all of this documentation. William, your choice." It was said it all quietly, often with emphasis but there was iron in his voice.
William looked totally deflated. He looked abjectly at Stephen. Stephen actually felt sorry for him in a strange sort of way but he realized now was not the time to voice it. James had William sign a statement that Stephen had never approached him and had never had anything but an appropriate teacher student relationship. He left looking chastened.
After his thanks to James for his delicate handling of the situation, he phoned Michael.
"Dinner out tonight at one of the best restaurants in town, on me."
"I take it that things went well."
"Michael, you should have seen him in action! He was incredible. I have so much to thank you and him for." His voice began to crack as his emotions got the most of him.
Michael asked him if he wanted to be picked up to get out of the University. "I have a class in an hour and a half. It is totally prepared. I think I'll just wander around outside, pull myself together and go do what I love doing; teach my students."
"What do you have this afternoon? I could take some time and we could take a bike ride, come home and go for supper."
"What a terrific antidote to this. Yes! See you at home at ...?"
"See you at 2. I am so invigorated."
Michael wanted to get him out of the University and somewhere that he wouldn't have to talk and could just concentrate on riding and being absorbed in nature. Assessments and talk would come later. When Stephen arrived at the condo, Michael had everything ready to go. He wanted no delays. When Stephen started to talk about the ordeal, he stopped him with a kiss and whispered that they would talk about it over coffee on their ride.
"Michael, your kiss will be enough for now."
They were lucky; it was a magnificent autumn afternoon. He parked the car and started their ride in the same park where they had gone for walk that first time so many months ago. It had good memories and was a lovely spot. Michael rode ahead and set a good, hard pace. Stephen never missed a beat; he was always right behind. Michael remembered a coffee shop that was a few miles away and they stopped there for a coffee.
"You are a very wise man Michael. You knew exactly what I needed after these weeks that were almost claustrophobic. I had a really good class today. I was so energized that they must have felt it. There were questions and discussions as never before. I am so glad that I stayed and so glad that I am here with you. The bicycle ride has been exhilarating. Let's go home; there is more that I want to do before dinner. He rubbed his leg against Michael's. "If I do that much more, I may not be able to stand up without absolute embarrassment."
Michael smiled knowingly, "Use your helmet strategically. So you have plans do you? Maybe I have to go back to work?"
"You have to change out of your riding gear and I guarantee that you will not make it out of the condo. That is a threat, a promise, whatever word you want."
The sun was out and the temperature was a beautiful 19 C with just a light breeze. The sun was shimmering on the little ripples in the water. They stopped several times to listen to the water lapping on the shore and to look at the ducks and geese getting ready to migrate south. At one point, they looked in all directions and with no one in sight they kissed. It started tenderly but became passionate very quickly. When they broke the kiss, Michael scanned Stephen's body and smiled. "Definitely helmet time. Stephen, lovely outline." He gently traced the outline with his fingers and then jumped on his bicycle.
The word, tease, came out as a hiss from Stephen but Michael was already pedalling fast down the bikeway.
The shower was erotic. The fondling in front of the bathroom mirror was gentle and left them both highly sexually charged. They walked, arms around each other, down the hall to the bedroom. They must have spent many minutes standing beside the bed, kissing and touching every part of the others body. Fingers were wet in mouths and used to probe deep inside the other.
Stephen looked at Michael. "Thank you for all the little things that you have done over the last weeks. Toronto. Dealing with my moods. The meals when I just didn't have the energy. The wonderful bike ride this afternoon. You are a remarkable man."
They lay on the bed looking at each other. Michael decided that it was time. "You do those things for a person that you care for, especially when you happen to be in love with him."
"Michael." Stephen stopped to get his emotions in check. "I was attracted to you the evening that we met. Do you know how long that month was? I had almost given up. That night and the morning after the lecture, I made up my mind but I was determined not to go too quickly. That breakfast was so wonderful." He paused. "My love."
Michael looked into those beautiful brown eyes that were becoming moist with emotion. He kissed them tasting the saltiness of the tears. Then he kissed Stephen again. There was no need for more words. At times, it was gentle; at others it was passionate. Each was consumed by the other. They could not get enough. They lost track of the number of times that they stopped because they were too close. By the time they climaxed, any touch sent sparks through their bodies. Michael had been in Stephen but when the finish came, Stephen was in Michael. Stephen's eyes expanded as he started and he whispered the word, Michael, with such love and intensity. They were ecstatic.
As both agreed in the years to come that it was that late afternoon that confirmed and really started their life together. They always laughed that they never made it out for dinner that night. In fact, they grazed on what ever food was around between touches, kisses and other rounds of love making.
They had their wills and Powers of Attorney rewritten and eventually decided that they wanted to make a public declaration and so two years later, they were married in a service at Michael's parents' church. They were touched and a bit overwhelmed by the number of friends and family that turned up, even Eric and family. Eric had decided on neutral. They were never invited to his home except in later years when Eric and Anne had to take over Christmas dinner because their mother was no longer able to manage it. In the years to come, Stephen was proud as he did become a good role model to his nephews. Both of Eric's boys married and had children but were staunch, family supporters for Michael and Stephen.
Their careers progressed. Stephen was given tenure and was eventually the Chair of the Department. Michael became an acknowledged expert in forensic accounting. He wrote articles and gave presentations across the continent and overseas. It was especially exciting when Stephen was able to get free and travel with him.
Their circle of friends and their family grew. Eric's youngest, John, moved to the city with his new wife, Jen and very quickly joined them as part of their expanding circle. Robbie, Stephen's brother, and finally a wife, were frequent visitors in their house in the centre of the city. Peter grew closer and he became more confident. He found a wonderful partner, Brian who was welcomed into the fold. Their bonds with Paul, his children, Kevin, Dave, James and Matt only grew stronger. They were able to meet the ups and downs of life, knowing that they had the loving support of each other.
Author's Note
That is the last chapter. A little longer than others but I hope that you enjoyed it.
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If you liked this story, you might want to read the others that I have published on Nifty. In particular, Unexpected Change has had the most positive comments; one of my favourites is Getting My Act Together.
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