This story has explicit gay sex. You must be a legal adult to read it.
All characters are fictional, the product of the author's vivid imagination and it is not autobiographical.
Friendship
"Damn, damn, damn, why is this code not working." Whoops, I must have muttered that out loud; hope not too loudly. I fiddled with it. I went to various areas of my program. Finally, I just sat and stared into space, thinking hard about why this damn code was conflicting with other code.
"David. David! David, are you there?" I heard James' voice off in the distance. "You must be having trouble with your coding, having an out of body experience or having a sex daydream!"
Slowly, I came out of my trance like state.
"Sex daydream, get your mind out the gutter."
"Get your hand out of your lap and we shall see who is in the gutter."
I was already laughing when I raised my arms and spread my legs slightly. I gave him a look of victory.
"OK, I guess my name is gutter boy for the week. More's the pity for you." James replied between spurts of laughter.
Leave it to James to find a funny way to get me out of this stupor. "I wish it were an out of body experience or a sex daydream. That might be exciting. I just wrote some complicated code and it is conflicting with other parts of the program. How are you doing this fine day?" I asked with sarcasm in my voice.
"I have had a good day. My team sold a major contract to a big company. We thought that we had lost the sale but I had looked at it from their point of view and needs, sort of backwards, and came up with some side proposals. They accepted."
Just a minute. I looked back at some previous code and spotted something, changed some code and voila, it seemed stable when I tested everything. "You are a genius. I just looked at it from a different perspective and got the solution. Now we both have something to celebrate!"
"I shall accept any accolades even if they are not warranted. Let's have a work out at the gym and then supper on me. On me, but only if it is cheap."
I laughed and said that I would pay rather than go to a hamburger joint. He pouted and said that was an insult of the highest order, him the health food nut. We left in great spirits for the gym.
"Come on keep pumping, 10, 9, 8, don't stop now."
"Why not? What is this, that I have to keep going? This is not a contest or a race." I replied with just a little exasperation even though it had been a good workout.
"David, you are on a workout program and you have to do a little more each day." James tried to explain.
"OK, time for a break. I need a shower, some coffee and food. It has been a long hard day and this has been a great workout, up to now."
James and I worked for the same company but we had only seen each other a couple of times at work. We had really met at the gym 2 months ago and had gotten to know each other from there. I was a computer programmer who needed to get some exercise and to keep myself in trim. I was a slim, relatively well proportioned guy but not bulky. I just wanted to keep in shape in my early 30s. I was in a job that had me sitting in front of a computer a lot of hours.
Our gym and office connection had led to a few beers and few suppers when we weren't busy with other friends or me with Anne. I had him over to the condo a couple of times to see some movies when Anne had been out with her friends or my other friends were busy. Anne and I did not live together but we shared a bed more than a couple of times a month. I really didn't know him well but we had hit it off and shared a lot in common. He was very fit and I was always amazed by his abs, chest and biceps when I saw him in the showers after our workouts. That may have been the source of my exasperation today. He really was bulking up and assumed that I wanted the same.
We went to a small Lebanese restaurant close to our gym. We could get some good food, not greasy and a salad as we both ate healthfully.
"David, what got your knickers twisted in a knot today?"
"Nothing, I just thought that you were pushing a little today. I'm not like you. I'm not in a race to get the perfect body. Look at me. I'm slim and trim and not bulky. You have an amazing build but that is not my objective."
"First of all, I am not after the perfect body; I just want to look and feel my best. If by chance a good body can drive a partner wild or attract a lot of the right attention, so be it."
"Sorry for the perfect body crack. Hey, the body is only a small part of it. You've got a great body but I am obviously not out for 'your beautiful bod'. I like our talks, our laughter and our common interests."
"OK, I'll watch the pressure but you are looking good with the routine. Oh but isn't this cute, we have had our first little tiff." I accepted his compliment and gave him a stare and a pursed mouth for the other statement. We both laughed.
"Have you seen The Social Network?"
"No but I have been wanting to see it." James said with enthusiasm.
"Why don't we see it tonight if you are not doing anything?" I pulled out my iphone and quickly found that it was on at the cinema close by. James was not busy; so we hustled and made it to the showing. After the show we had a cup of decaf.
"Well what did you think?" I asked
"It has lived up to all the talk. Zukerberg must have been a bit of a prick."
"I've read that he was not as bad as portrayed in the film and he did get his original friend back on the masthead with a good settlement. But I really liked the ending."
"Why? What did you like about it?" James asked quizzically.
"A wonderful ending for an American flick. He asked the girl to be a friend on his own damn system and he is just hitting return again and again to see if she answers and we never know the answer. How ironic and appropriate given his character."
"Wow, an intellectual. An interesting interpretation. You have unexpected depths." Luckily he had an ironic smile when he made the last comment. "Any more things I should know about David?"
"Yeah, I read a lot and I enjoy classical music. In fact, I have a ticket that Anne cannot use next Tuesday for the Symphony Orchestra; Anne is a tied up for a lot September. It is a really interesting program. There is a little piece by Hayden and one by Prokofiev. The centrepiece is Stravinsky's Sacre du Printemps, the Rite of Spring. It is spectacular: huge orchestra, haunting melodies, themes overlaying themes and pulsing rhythms. Interested?"
"An evening of surprises. A confession of mine; I have never been to a Symphony concert. Are you willing to take a total illiterate? Will I be turned on or off?"
"I'd love to see how you will react to this as a newbie. Turn on or off? This will be a real trial by fire. Only time and attending will tell. Let's go for supper first. We can leave from work, walk to the restaurant and then to the Concert."
James' first words after the concert were a wow, incredible, with eyes shining like beacons. He said that he did not expect his own reaction. He was moved and overawed by the Stravinsky. I told him about the near riot at the first performance in Paris. He said that he could understand. It was almost pagan and then added, of course, that is exactly what it was. After the performance, we went for a drink. I told him that I had really enjoyed the evening. He nodded that he had as well. I suggested that perhaps Anne and I could double date with him and a friend as a way to get to know each other better. Suddenly, there was quiet and some awkwardness from James. What had I said wrong?
"Well, David, the moment of truth in our friendship. I have really enjoyed the last months as friends but I hope that what I have to say won't change it. Well, it will but .... Oh hell, David, I am gay. I wasn't hiding it; oh hell, yes I was. I really have enjoyed our friendship and in the past, this information has ended friendships and I don't want that with you. I am not after your beautiful bod."
There was an extended period of silence as I looked at him. Sometimes when I am in a pressure situation I say dumb things. "Are you sure?"
"Am I sure of what?" He said a little sharply. "That I am gay, that I have lost friendships or that I don't want to loose yours?" There was a pause and he continued, "Actually I am very sure of all those things."
"Sorry James, sometimes I say dumb things under pressure."
"Yeah, that is true in this case." He said it with rueful smile. Another longer pause. "See I told you that it would change things. We have never had an awkward moment before! David, I am still the same person that you have known for months. I have never hit on you and I never will. We have led our own lives but I have really enjoyed your friendship. Tonight had been wonderful until now, full of great new experiences that I have never had. Please look back over the last months and think long and hard - for me."
I asked James to give me some time to reflect and told him that we had a workout planned for tomorrow and what time did he want to go. He looked relieved and suggested 4:30 or 5:00 depending on work. We left the cafe almost dispiritedly. How much had things changed and why? Big questions that I would have to answer for myself. After our workout the next day, I suggested that we go for supper as I had some questions and said that I wanted to talk. He looked apprehensive. My smile relieved some of that.
Before and over supper we talked about the concert (James had been truly entranced by the evening), the workout and our day at work. "James what is it like being gay?"
"I take it that we are not talking about the sex part."
"Well maybe the sex part at another time," I laughed, "But not tonight." That seemed to relieve a lot of the tension.
"Until University, hell on wheels. We are talking 30 years ago. I was in my own mind and certainly in my peers' minds if they had known, a queer, a fag, unnatural. So I stayed deeply locked in the closet. I dated girls and even had sex a few times with them but I knew that that was not for me. Boys turned me on! Oh, how I hate the word unnatural. What was natural? If God made me, and I was raised in a religious home, and I felt this way about boys, why should there be a problem?
I went away from home for University but even then one had to be careful and very discreet. Hell, we are having this discussion because I still feel I have to act that way even now . But I discovered a freedom and a joy that I had not known before. You, as one of the majority, one who has 'natural' instincts, cannot imagine the sheer wonderful joy of being able to be close to someone of your choice and enjoy a night of passionate sex that you once felt you would never know. But more, to be close to someone physically; to wake up with your arms around another human, to be able to laugh and joke with them. David, in some ways, you just don't know how lucky you are. But I did discover that we are all on a sexual spectrum; some men are way over on one side completely homosexual; others are completely hetero. I learned some interesting things. Sexuality is not black or white; there are many gradations where some men prefer women but can enjoy men as well and vice versa for men who prefer men. Some people can just be friends and be on different parts of the spectrum. We are more complex than the bigots like to think."
I looked at this man, my friend of months who had enriched my life by his friendship and tried to imagine some of things that he had lived through. His passionate summary caused my eyes to moisten. "James, I am touched and impressed. You have led a secret life and I am glad that I am now part of it. You have opened my eyes. I have never really thought about the pain and anguish, that such a simple and basic thing as sexual orientation, can bring. Can we be friends?"
"Yes." With that he reached across the table and squeezed my hands. "I am a physical person and like touch. Thanks David."
I invited him to the pub with some of my friends on Friday night and he came and had a great time. I was happy as our friendship seemed to be strong still. We worked out a lot, had some suppers, saw a couple of movies with his friends or mine. We both had other sides to our lives.
I had a great October. There was a paintball game with James and his friends. I managed to hit James and put him out of the game. I introduced him to online gaming. We had a great time.
After the online game we were kidding around. I told him that for a non techie he really took to it quickly. "But you almost got my ass killed." I complained.
"I would never do that. Your ass is too cute to kill." He mockingly ran his hand over my butt.
"Hey, you fondled me."
"But David, maybe I lust after your butt."
"In your dreams."
"OK!!" We both laughed loudly. "David your virginity is safe with me."
"Can't lose what you don't have."
"Technically, not totally true in this case."
"Truce. Let's get my ass out of this conversation." Was I blushing? I didn't want to tell him that his hand had sent a shiver through me.
We laughed as he responded that I had brought it up. He just had to get the last word in.
We were talking one night at the restaurant. As it turned out we both liked good mystery fiction and both liked Elizabeth George. I mentioned that I had just finished her latest, This Body of Death. James smiled and said that he had finished it last month. I commented that he had never mentioned his reading and he said that it had never come up.
"Well, what did you think of the latest." I asked.
"Elizabeth George is back in form. I thought the last couple of books, Careless in Red, in particular, have been a little off. I know that she is trying to bring him back from Helen's death but I found Careless in Red a bit convoluted and contrived. Maybe, it just breaks the mold of the characters we know and appreciate. Havers at least relieved the whole thing when she arrived. With This Body of Death it is great to have Lynley back, changed but truly trying to find his way. Havers is Havers."
"James, I cannot say much more. Well said. I like that George is showing the really human side of Lynley when he is actually seduced by the Detective Inspector. I sometimes felt his relationship with Helen was too contrived and didn't always seem quite real. His reasons for being with the Inspector are understated but obvious."
"I really didn't like the actor that portrayed Helen in the TV adaptation. But I know what you mean about the relationship in the book."
We chatted some more. James had a fascinating take on the whole genre. Suddenly there was a little twinkle in his eyes and face. With a serious tone in his voice, he said that George could have really made Lynley more human and fascinating by having him seduced by a male Inspector.
He had me. I started to guffaw and could not stop laughing. "James you should be on stage. Beautifully delivered."
"Sorry, David, I don't want to trivialize our conversation but I have an early day tomorrow and it seemed a good way to end. I have really enjoyed this. We must continue."
"Thanks James. Good insights and as usual lots of fun. See you tomorrow." James was a surprising person. I counted myself lucky to be one of his many friends. I knew why he had so many.
One Saturday morning in early November we had a really strenuous workout. We went back to my place for coffee and brunch. He was looking at my collection of books and classical CDs and he raised his eyebrows. I asked if my tastes were too highbrow for him. He gave me a cuff on the arm and accused me of being a snob. I laughed as we sat down. I looked at him and said that there was a question that I had said weeks earlier that I might raise at some point.
"Oh, it is the sex question," he muttered. "I knew that this was going to raise its ugly head. Oh good pun."
We really did know each other well. "I am going to put it in the stupidest way. What is gay sex like?"
He paused looking at me intently. "Well I am going to ask a rhetorical question and then answer it; see, I too know some big words. What is heterosexual sex like? You stimulate someone of the opposite sex who you like, in their erogenous zones, there, another big word, touch each other in the right spots enough times and you each get off. Gay sex is exactly the same except it is two men."
"Sounds pretty clinical.' I replied with a smile.
"With the right person at the right time it is passionate, explosive and consuming." He gave me a smug smile.
"Is there ever a wrong time and wrong person?"
"Dumb question. Depends on the time, the person and the situation."
"Yeah, dumb question, I am under pressure here. Okay, here goes. Do you ever get horny after exercise?" His bright eyes answered that question and I think he muttered always. "After the exercise today, all our time together, and some reflection on our discussions, I am horny and a little more than curious to know if I have any gay side to me. I have thought often about our talk on sexual orientation. I have wondered where I fit on your spectrum. Having been with you for these months, I suspect that I am little closer to the middle than I ever thought possible."
"Wow, a man of surprises. Where did this come from? Are suggesting what I think?" My eyes answered his question. I told him that I had been doing a lot of thinking about this as I watched him and his friends. "We need to talk about this." He said forcefully.
And talk we did. I told him about his hand on my butt and my reaction. We talked about our talks on sexuality. We talked through motivation, effects on our friendship, expectations and unanticipated consequences. Sex to James could be casual but not so casual with a friend. He asked me what I wanted. I told him that I was used to the softness of breasts, buttocks, smooth cheeks and skin. I wanted to know what it felt like to be with a man.
In the end, he agreed with lots of conditions; this was not love but a learning moment: strange learning moment. We agreed that either one could stop and withdraw at any time. He came over and sat beside me. He placed his hands on my thighs and leaned in and kissed my neck and nibbled on my ear and murmured the word friend. We agreed that I would follow his lead. He unbuttoned my shirt and took off my tee shirt. He started to explore my chest, running is hands first over the hair and then pulling it lightly. Then he flicked my nipples. Oh, oh that really got my attention. When I did the same to him he moaned and threw his head back. When our hands slipped below our waists, it was obvious that we were both turned on.
I took the initiative and said that it was time to take off our pants. He suggested that we go to the bedroom for more comfort. As we stood facing each other in the bedroom, I looked James over and then again touched his face, felt his beard, ran my hands over a hard but soft chest and up and down his lightly haired arms. Out of sheer fascination, I leaned in and tongued one then the other nipple and then sucked each one. James sucked in his breath as I did it. He tasted different; it was strange to feel hair in my mouth. I can hardly describe how inflamed I felt when he copied me.
Before we took our pants off we fondled our cocks through our clothes. By the time we were in our shorts, we both had wet spots. When we undressed fully, both of us were standing tall and proud. James took charge and guided me to the bed and had me lie on my back. He kneeled between my legs and just looked at me from head to knees. He told me that he had never expected to be doing this with me but he was ready to show me what sex with a man was like. I commented that I had already learned a lot in the last few minutes but was willing to learn more. We both smiled and he touched my face with his hands.
He licked down my chest and stomach and didn't stop til he got to my balls. At first, he touched them gently with his fingers and then leaned in and licked them. When he took first one and then the other in his mouth and rolled them around in his mouth, I squirmed and moaned. When I felt his tongue touch the head of my cock, I knew that this was for real. He licked around the head and then licked down the bottom of the cock to my balls. He repeated a number of times; I lost count. I had to steel myself when he finally took me in his mouth. He gently sucked the head several times and slowly slid down the entire length. He deepthroated me! Every nerve was giving me incredible flashes of pleasure. After several minutes of this I had to stop him or the experience was going to end too quickly.
We changed positions. I was as hard as I had been for a long time and shivered as he lightly caressed my cock, sticking up and out over his body. He asked if I needed any instructions. I pinched one of his nipples hard and he said that if I thought that was a punishment, I did need lessons. I followed his script. What I found interesting was the smell. I smelt a strong male smell coming from his armpits and body; it was a turn on. As I reached his balls there was muskiness mixed with soap along with a smell and taste that I could only define as James. I started to explore the head of his cock with my mouth. It was hard and yet there was a softness to the head. There was a musky salty sweet taste from the head and the precum. After a few minutes he stopped me and suggested that we move into the 69 position. My cock was steel..
We sucked each other in a 69. I could not reciprocate his deepthroating but he seemed quite satisfied with what I was doing. He almost put me over the top when after several up and downs with his mouth, his fingers lightly passed up and down the crack of my ass. As agreed, I yelled that I was close and he pulled off and took me over the top quickly with his hand. My climax was so hard and all consuming that I stopped sucking him and just selfishly enjoyed the total immersion in contractions and firings. When I came down, I started to suck him again and then quickly brought him to the edge and over with my hand. We created quite a mess.
"Are you sure that you have never done this before?" James asked in voice that seemed far away.
"I am a man! Oh right you've noticed; I know what stimulates a man. I have a good instructor too and don't forget that I am not exactly a virgin." I paused and looked at him. "I guess I'm certainly not way over on the fully hetero side of your spectrum." We both laughed at that.
One of his conditions was that he would leave fairly soon after to avoid awkwardness and give each of us time to process the experience. My mind was a collage of images and senses; it would take me days to sort it out.
"Guess I don't get any brunch today," James said as we cleaned up and found our clothes around my apartment.
I told him that he could stay and quickly eat but he said no that he would keep with the agreement. I had a supper date with Anne and he said that he had plans for the evening.
"See you Monday after work for a workout?" I queried.
"Yeah, I'll need it. I have a big proposal that is going to be difficult and I'll need to work the tension off."
"James, look at me. Thanks. It was the right time with the right person. It is an experience that I shall never forget."
"David, we are friends. I hope that you have a deeper understanding of me and my choices. See you Monday. Have a great weekend."
We met Monday after work and luckily, I remembered his proposal. "How did the proposal go?"
"Not bad. I think that we have more that a 50/50 chance. By the way, this is the software that I helped you debug that day months ago. So if I sell it, I am putting bread and butter on your table."
"Hey, who wrote the code? Yeah, let's not get into a chicken and egg debate. I need a workout." It appeared that our friendship was intact.
One day in late November, James asked if I wanted to come with him and some friends to a club that was a gay hangout but did have a mixture of non gay couples. I wasn't busy so I agreed. What a blast. The guys and I danced in groups. James had warned me and I did get groped a few times during the night. I felt flattered. There were some very hot guys. I noticed that James danced a couple of times with a guy our age, good looking, about the same build as James. James and I left together. I dropped him off at his apartment and told him that he was breaking all my stereotypes and that I really enjoyed the evening.
As he was leaving my car, he asked, "How many times did you get groped tonight David?"
"Four times. How did you know?"
"I wanted to make sure that you didn't feel left out or not accepted. You do have a nice ass by the way. But I only did it once. Congratulations you were accepted. The guys all said that you are hot and wished you were available."
The next week Tim from the office was in the lunch area and joined me. He said that he had seen me leaving the club with James. Were the rumours about James true? I looked at him with a question in my eyes. Well, he explained there was a rumour that James was gay. I said that I didn't know and didn't care. He was a friend.
Christmas was approaching. Anne and I sang at the Messiah sing a long and she invited me for dinner with her folks on Christmas day. James met Anne at our office Christmas party and they really hit it off. I might have been jealous if I hadn't known. James and I had a couple of workouts but he was busy. It was very clear that we each had busy, separate lives to lead. So we had our first real get together at our first workout in January and went to supper after.
In January, I went skiing with James and his friends. He had asked me earlier if I had ever skied and I had answered a little. After our first run, he came over and gave me a friendly push. "You said that you had only skied a little."
'OK,I lied; I was an instructor for kids back a few years ago. Sue me."
He commented that I had fantastic form and technique and I added that he wasn't bad either. We agreed that this would not be our last ski outing. Lunch was interesting. The guys made quiet, lewd comments about other male skier's looks, butts and crotches; they had really relaxed around me. Oh, they had filthy minds; almost as bad as mine. I laughed to myself when I realized that straight men talked about looks, breasts and buttocks. Oh well we share two out of three. It was a great day.
One of my loves was Opera and Madama Butterfly was being put on by the local Opera Society. It was one of my favourites and I knew that most of my friends, including Anne, didn't really enjoy it. I told James at supper one night about it and asked if he wanted to go and experience it. I explained the art form and admitted that people often liked opera or hated it. He could decide. He agreed to have the experience. With a little irony, he asked if maybe there was a spectrum between liking and hating. I gave him a hit on the arm and knew yet again that that Saturday in November had not been a terrible mistake. Luckily, we found a date when we were both available.
James seemed nervous about the night at the opera. I told him that it was no different than the symphony. He smiled and agreed but there seemed to be something else. He was ecstatic at the first interval but as we walked in the foyer, he looked around and seemed to relax. We met up with two of James' friends who were obviously a couple. We had a delightful discussion about the performance. I wondered by their looks if they thought that James and I were together. It was fun in a strange way. At the end of the opera, James had moist eyes and said that it was beautiful and moving. He added that my description was correct. Opera was everything: music, libretto, costumes, sets and acting and together they formed a beautiful, moving ensemble. He said that my introduction to so many new things was enriching his life.
Back at his apartment we discussed the performers, the staging and of course the whole ethos of an era when Pinkerton's actions were awful but acceptable in most people's eyes. It was an in depth discussion. The music of course, we agreed, was gorgeous.
We sat on the sofa and I put my arms over James' shoulder, looked at him and said simply that I wanted to experience my other side tonight. He looked at me with a mixture of surprise, fondness, warmth, even love but there something else that I couldn't quite catch. I would later.
From our one exploration in November, we were no longer strangers to each others bodies. The sex was slow, gentle at times and at other times aggressive. His first touches on my chest and nipples started my libido but the nips and bites were explosive. When we undressed and lay down on the bed, we covered each others bodies with licks, kisses and nips. I licked under his armpits and got the wonderful musky man taste and smell of James. I felt the hardness and power of a man's body but the softness of the skin and hair. Our 69, with the attack on our cocks with mouth and tongue had me at turns whimpering and gasping. But when James' put his moist finger against my rosebud and I reciprocated, the game changed.
"Dave, if you want the full experience, there are supplies in the top drawer. It is your choice." I was amazed but quickly went to find them. As I searched, he excused himself for a minute to go to the washroom. I lay naked on the bed wondering what he expected my role to be. When he returned, he looked at me stretched out and chuckled that absence made the rod grow stronger. I soon realized that he had made me choose and then he took the next choice and worry from me. James took the condoms from me, opened one and put it on me. Even his touch doing that inflamed my senses. He told me how to open him with lots of lubricant and fingers. I noticed that he was clean and slightly moist. He signalled that he was ready when he grabbed the lube and used it on my rock hard, sensitive cock. He told me to go slow and stop when he told me. Laughing, he told me, then, to just pretend that he was a woman; I would know what to do. My cock easily entered and he had me stop with just the head in. He was hot and very tight. When he told me to go slowly and to enter him fully, I did. After a few minutes he told me to get at it. I did. The feeling was exquisite: hot and tight. James' eyes were closed, his mouth was open as I thrust in and out slowly and then fast. After a few minutes, I paused with my head just in him and moved in circular motions. My entire body was sensitive to any touch. My cock was on fire. He looked at me and said that I must be close and I simply said yes.
I stopped and looked down at him. "You look completely absorbed in the moment."
"Yes," he said. "Dave, you should try it. It is something incredible that you will have never experienced. I promise you."
"Really? Sorry, another dumb remark." I came out and nodded my head OK.
"Dave, at any time, if you tell me to stop I shall. No questions asked."
He got me up and led me to the bathroom. I could feel his very stiff cock hitting my ass and legs as we entered. Yet another very new experience unfolded. When we returned, I was still rock hard and so was he. I put a condom on him and we repeated all the steps. He had suggested doggie style as he said that it was easier for the first time. As he first entered me, he told me to push out but the pain was still considerable and my ass spasmed and my body tightened up. He couldn't see my face luckily. He stopped, rubbed his hands over my chest and nipples and soothingly told me to still try pushing out and then relax and that it would pass. He asked if I wanted him to stop. I told him to wait. When I finally signalled for him to continue, he gave me the ride of my life. I felt totally filled and when his head passed over my prostate, I felt that every nerve in my body was on fire. Even my erection came back. He played with my cock and lightly ran his fingers over my balls and nipples and the pleasure built. I suddenly heard James gasp as he pushed in as far as he could and just stayed. I am sure that I felt his cock expand and pulse. He started to thrust into me again and moaned several more times as he finished his orgasm.
He came out and said, "Change places and put that big fat monster in me and finish properly." Did I hear mockery in his voice? But I am an obedient fellow. After a few minutes of thrusting, my orgasm started in my entire genital area, ass and groin; I could feel it expand up my cock. I did exactly what James had done. I went all the way in and had two incredibly strong shots and then timed my in strokes as a shot of semen jetted out hitting the end of the condom. Pain, pleasure, nerves firing. James said that I was quite vocal. I eventually came out of him as I softened. As I took off the condom, James commented that it looked as if I had been saving up for a week. Actually, I hadn't had sex for longer than that. We lay side by side satiated. We fell asleep, touching but apart.
I awoke in the morning with James dressed and handing me a cup of coffee. I thanked him as he left the room. I showered and dressed and joined him in the kitchen. There was something about the way he looked at me. I wondered if the evening and the unintended sleepover have bothered him. We chatted a bit about the opera.
"Dave, I have something to tell you." He paused and I looked at him with concern; I suddenly remembered the look last night and the feeling this morning. "I have met someone. You know the guy, Steve, that I was dancing with at the club in December. We have gotten pretty close. I was nervous at the Opera last night as I knew that we might meet him and I didn't want any awkwardness. He is not jealous of you but he has asked some questions. I think that he is going to suggest a relationship, monogamous I think."
Ah, the nervousness at the opera. Hey, my intuitive side was alive and well tuned. There was only one response. I walked over and gave him the biggest bear hug that I could. Actually, my weight training made it pretty strong. "I am so happy for you. You deserve it and my middle position on the spectrum tells me that he is a hunk." For the first time ever, I kissed him lightly on the lips.
"You are not going to let me forget that spectrum stuff are you?"
"No it is one of the handiest organizers and explanations that I have heard in a long time,thanks. Do I have to credit you every time that I use it?" There was no answer, just the look. "I guess that I have something to tell you. I met Anne's parents this Christmas and it looks as if we are getting closer. There is some talk of moving in together."
"David I am so happy for you!" Repeat of the bear hug (his was stronger) and the light kiss.
I decided that humour was only way out. "Can I make a suggestion?" He shrugged to go ahead. "Can we be friends without benefits?"
James laughed called me names and bumped me a few times. He turned the tables on me. "Can we double date?"
My answer was simple. I would talk to Anne with one little change. I would simply say that James had come out to me after all these months because of his new friend. I said that we would wait to see how things developed with Steve.
"Does Steve know about the explorations of my gay side? I asked.
"Does Anne?"
Touche! Our looks at each other answered the questions. No need to know. I got ready to go and we made arrangements for our next workout.
As I was about to leave, I walked over and hugged him and looked him in the eyes, "James you know I love you. It's just that I am not in love."
"I know. I love you too but I'm a little less definite on the second part."
Wow, did I hear correctly? I looked at him and I cocked my head with a little questioning frown.
"Gotcha!" He said almost too quickly with just the trace of a rueful smile. "See you for our workout."
Author's Notes preecherdave@gmail.com
"As they say in the cartoons, "Th, th, th, th, that's all folks."
As for the ending, as we say in my second language, peut-etre, c'est la vie, perhaps, that's life.
I am not a techie; so if you are, fill in the blanks for my opening coding problem.
Thanks to all for the positive comments on my first story (my first story ever to answer some questions), Unexpected Change, Nifty, College, April 16, 2011. I sent the story in correctly paragraphed (I may have used the wrong .txt file) and somewhere between my computer and Nifty's publication the story became one long paragraph. To me it was unreadable. I have confessed that I am not a techie so it is probably my fault and an incorrect .txt file. So thanks to those who read it and commented so positively. I hope that this does not happen this time as I shall try to save and send it differently.