This is the ultimate story of two men, Dave and Greg. Two men who discover a passion for each other, despite their current heterosexual relationships. If you find a story involving same sex partners not to your liking, or if you are not of legal age in the area in which you reside, please leave now. If this is what you're looking for in entertainment, please enjoy. Remember, the characters and situations are alive only in my imagination, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is totally coincidental.
I know! I know. The first two chapters contained heterosexual sex (UCK!), but I promise the good stuff is coming. I need to set up the situation for discovery. It happens to a lot of men that consider themselves "hetero" or "bi" (is there really such an animal?) Please bear with me.
This is my first attempt at writing a continuing epic. And as always, this author craves feedback. Criticism only makes me a better writer. Please respond to Jaylovenj@comcast.net. I look forward to hearing from you.
Four Becomes Two: Chapter 3
As the weeks progressed towards our upcoming departure, Greg and I became closer. We met for lunch, got together for a couple games of basketball, worked out together, and became the friends that both Shelia and Annette wanted us to become.
Our 'togetherness' suited the girls just fine, seeing as they were locked together in late strategy meetings regarding their upcoming case. This was a big one for their firm, and it will be a great launching pad for their careers.
Soon, it was time to depart. We loaded up the girl's car, and one of those U-Haul pull-along things, with their clothes, transcripts, and files that they would need, as well as two trunks of (I swear) shoes that they could not live without, and waved them off as they took to the road towards the New Jersey Turnpike and Philadelphia. They would be staying at their client's condo during the trial.
As soon as they were out of sight, we began to pack up our belongings. We had at least a six-hour drive ahead of us. It was already 9:00 a.m.
By noon we were on the road. No sooner had we gotten on the New England Expressway than my phone rang.
"Hello," I respond into the receiver.
"Just wanted you to know that we made it safely." It was Shelia. "The condo is beautiful. We should be very comfortable here."
"That's great, honey. I miss you already." Greg pouts his lips at that remark. I roll my eyes.
"I thought I took care of that last night?" I blush.
"Shelia, you're on the speaker. Don't give Gregory here any info he can use against me." We both laugh at that.
"Greg, I want you to promise to take care of my man," Shelia adds.
"Sir, yes, Sir," Greg responds.
"Now you boys don't do anything foolish. And Dave you take real good care of my Greg." It was Annette. "And Pookey-Bear," she whines, "I miss you."
"Pookey-Bear?" I laugh. It was Greg's turn to glare at me.
"Annette, don't call me that in-mixed company."
"I miss you. And I want you to promise to be good?"
Brother, can this woman be for real?
"Yeah, I miss you, too, and I promise. We'll come down for a visit when we get back, " Greg insists.
"Okay! See you then." The phone, thankfully, goes dead. Greg is even more embarrassed than I was.
"Don't sweat it, Pookey-Bear, it happens to all of us."
"Oh, you're going to pay," Greg quips.
The banter flowed freely as we made our way into the mountains of New York. The weather was perfect. Sun shining brightly, green grasslands along the route. Fresh air!
We get to the rental office a little after six that day. The lady behind the counter greets us with enthusiasm as we secured the keys to the cabin and the directions.
The cabin was beautiful. Rustic, without being totally 1800s. It had a modern kitchen, complete with microwave and dishwasher, a full bath with a glass-enclosed shower and a two-person Roman tub complete with Jacuzzi. On the deck, there was a hot tub and a barbecue pit. The master bedroom had a queen-sized bed adorned with a colorful patchwork quilt. There was a door leading into the bathroom from the room.
"Where's the other bedroom?" Greg asks.
We search the house, looking for a hidden stair, or a door leading to another room, but we could find none.
"Ah-looks like there isn't another room. I did tell the agent that it would just be Shelia and I, so I guess this was her response to my needs."
"I guess that means that I have two weeks on the couch. Ouch!" Greg says.
"Look, I really feel bad about this. If you don't have any qualms about it, I'd say that the bed is big enough for the both of us."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I'm sure. As long as you don't snore. You don't snore, do you?"
"No, do you?"
"Yeah, like a horse! Just kidding," I add, seeing the look on his face.
We continue to unpack our things, bringing the food and drink into the kitchen. We pack three cases of beer out on the deck, and put the fourth in the refrigerator to get cold.
We put the can goods in one cabinet. And fill two shelves of another with liquor.
We put the steaks, and other meats in the freezer for safekeeping.
"Whew! I could use a break. How about you?" I ask Greg.
"Sure, I was thinking of jumping in that hot tub for a while. Want to join me?"
"Sounds great. Are you hungry?"
"Nah, I'm still full from that diner we stopped at. You?"
"No, I'm good."
"Alright, last one in the hot tub gets the beer." With that, Greg dashes into the bedroom. I rush out to the deck, pulling my shirt over my head, kicking off my shoes, and dropping my pants. I am just slipping into the tub when Greg emerges.
"Looks like I have to get the beer. No fair! You didn't tell me you had your suit on under your shorts."
"I'm not wearing a suit," I return. Greg raises a brow
"Oh?"
"I figured since it's only us guys, and we have seen each other naked before, what the hell. Hope you don't mind."
"No problem with me," he says, dropping his own trunks with that statement. There it is again. I just hope that it's dark enough that he doesn't see me looking. He turns and walks towards the kitchen. "The beer in the freezer should be nice and cold by now. I'll put it in the cooler on some ice and be right back," he tosses over his shoulder.
I can see his ass flex as he walks away. It's going to be a long two weeks.