This story includes consensual homosexual sex. If your are underage or do not like the subject, then just don't read it.
The story is not autobiographical and is a product of the author's fertile imagination.
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"Thanks Michael. That was great."
"Yeah."
Is that all I could say? Sean had just fucked me. It had felt great while he was doing it. My body had responded if the amount of my cum on my chest and stomach meant anything. I suddenly felt let down and filled with melancholy. Where had that come from?
I put on a good face to Sean but inside I felt empty and used. No, not used exactly. I had agreed over the months to the terms of our relationship. We were fuck buddies. Correction, I was Sean's fuck buddy. Sean was married with kids. His wife was too busy and tired to accommodate Sean's rather robust libido. As a result, it was a one way relationship; Sean fucked, didn't kiss, didn't suck and didn't stick around for romantic cuddles. Sometimes he used his hand to get me off; most of the time I even did that myself.
I liked Sean and we had known each other since university. We played some sports together and went to the pub often with mutual friends. The sexual part had started slowly 6 months ago and like some old married couples, it had become something that we did as part of a routine, basically when Sean was horny. We had just evolved into it.
I didn't have a steady, intimate partner. I had my friends, my work, Taekwando, my workouts and Sean's needs. All of which kept me very busy. In fact, with my late hours at work, working out, and some time with my friends, that was my life. I had stopped going to gay night spots after some unpleasant and unfulfilling experiences. Most of my gay friends from university had moved to other cities or were in relationships. We had drifted apart.
Damn, I was on automatic pilot. Shit, I was 30 and going nowhere in a personal sense. I guess I was having one of those moments of clarity and insight when one sees patterns in a realistic way. I was going to have to take stock, as I realized I didn't like what I was seeing or feeling.
Change is hard. But deciding what needs to be done was even harder. I was a programmer and team leader in a medium sized software firm. Like a good problem solver, I started making some lists and observations after Sean had left, which was very soon after we had finished, as usual. The first comment on the list was not to blame Sean. I needed to figure out what I wanted and figure out some changes to my life. A lot of thoughts swirled around in my head and I knew enough not to jump to any conclusions too soon. Like a good decision maker, I had to review the data and see where it led. Hasty moves can lead to too hasty, bad decisions.
I went to work the next day encouraged but still down and a bit morose. We had a meeting at 10:00 at which I had to make a presentation on a fairly big account that was important to the company. That got my mind on concrete items. My presentation was good and well received. Well, expect by Randy.
I could not get a hold on Randy. I felt that he was ambitious and perhaps a little jealous of anyone in the limelight. He appeared to feel that other people's accomplishments took something away from him. He was a very good looking, jock of a guy who talked sports and women. He often made snide comments about things that I did or what others at our level did. Not quite negative but always implying that he would do better. This morning, as we left the meeting, he asked if I had cribbed the graphics and the ideas. He laughed as if it was just a little joke. I just replied that for better or worse, they were mine. He gave me a snide smirk.
I found myself later that afternoon in the staff coffee area with Robert, just talking about TV shows, recent movies and joking around. Robert had graduated from a university computer science course and was working in our intern program. He was at our firm for some work (money) and experience. He was a little older than some interns as he had worked a few years before university to make some money, so that his debt load would not be too high. I found his mind sharp, inquisitive and he often thought outside the box. He was one of those lanky, fresh faced guys who, when you really looked at them, you saw that they were well built and looked younger than they were. I always enjoyed my chats with him. He kept to himself most of the time as he was only there for a short period of time. He seemed quite quiet and reserved. Why were all the straight guys interesting?
I went home and had just finished supper when the phone rang. It was Sean wondering if he could come over. Wow, robust libido was an understatement. I told him that I was busy this evening and we left it at that, with a sigh from Sean saying that he had some unfinished business. I told him that he was never finished and that maybe he should approach his wife. He sighed again saying that she was already in bed feeling tired. What was with their marriage?
I went back to my list making. Strangely, I decided on a make over. A new hair style and some new clothes but with a planned a visit to a local gay club on Friday night, something I hadn't done, wow, in 7 months. I kept reminding myself that this was a project that would take months to really get going. I was in the closet with most of my friends and certainly at work. Even in the 21st century, I didn't feel that I could out myself. My parents really showed me reality on that matter. But I realized that if I was ever to get some life going, I would have to get out and take some chances.
I went into work early the next day. When I went near the photocopy room. I could hear a row going on. It sounded like Randy and Robert.
"Randy, I shall be finished in a minute. I came in early to get this material together for this morning's meeting. It will only take a minute."
"I don't know who the hell you think you are and I don't care if you got here first, I want the machine, now. Your part in the meeting is nothing and your material will probably be a waste of time anyway. Do I have to get physical about this?"
Whoa, out of all proportion to the situation. I calmly walked into the room.
"Hey guys, sounds a bit feisty. Sounds like we all need a cup of coffee."
"This is just a little friendly misunderstanding between the junior staff and those that count."
I hate bullies and I knew that there was only one way to deal with them. Call them out.
"Doesn't sound friendly to me," I said as I walked over beside Robert. "First come, first served."
"It's OK, Michael. I can finish this later."
"Why? Give it to me. I'll do it. I'm not junior staff!" I took the material from Robert, looking hard at Randy.
"Wallace stay out of this. I'm warning you."
"Warning me of what?"
He bunched up his fists and stepped towards me. I put the papers down. I looked at Randy and said, as I took a step forward closing the gap with him, thinking, never ever back down, "Here is some disclosure," I sounded like a lawyer. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. I am a black belt in Taekwando, a lower rank I must admit but.... Randy just leave and I shall forget all about this." I took a defensive stance but I gave him a smile.
I love the look on bullies faces when they actually have to weigh their options. I knew that bluster would come next but then he would leave. Bluster he did. I was a fucking bastard who didn't know when to leave things alone. People had to learn their position in the pecking order. He would get me. Etc., etc., ect. I said nothing but just starred him down. He ran out of steam, especially as he got no responses back except my hard stares.
When he finally stormed out, I turned to Robert with a smile. "There that was simple. Get your work done, junior staff. That is an order." We both laughed.
He smiled as I left and thanked me again.
I stopped at the door. "I know a way to thank me. How about a beer and some pub food after work? My treat."
"You pay, for me to thank you. We'll have to negatiate that." We did agree to meet at 6:00. He told me that he would skip his workout tonight for the chance of good companionship. He looked as if he worked out; he could miss one.
We met and as we ate, we got to know each other. Robert came from a middle class family and still lived at home to save money to avoid yet more debt. He had an older sister, who worked in high tech in Toronto and a younger brother, at University out of town. He had a group of university friends. He didn't have a girlfriend; no time and never really met anyone who he clicked with. He read, he liked good film, he liked all sorts of music including classical and loved modern and classical dance. He worked out. He played some soccer and liked riding his bike. He finally admitted that he tried to avoid situations like this morning and he felt very uncomfortable with confronting someone.
"You know Robert that is something that you are going to have to learn to do. We have all sorts of clients and fellow employees. Some are not nice people or they are people who are going to make bad decisions that could cost the company or themselves a lot. Some of them need direction or even a no, given nicely. Can I make a suggestion?"
"Why not, oh wise one who saved my self respect this morning."
"Smart ass. I have found Taekwondo very liberating. It teaches self respect, respect for others and the ability to defend yourself if you have to. Randy is the quintessential bully. I have learned from life to almost always call them and to never ever back down. Now, you always have to choose your time and place and try to never make rash, untenable decisions. Would you like to join me for some introductory Taekwondo lessons at the spot I do my training?"
The thought did cross my mind that here, I was giving advice, while in my spare time, I was trying to figure out my own life and to get it going. I guess we are filled with contradictions and we never stop learning.
The look of surprise was gratifying. We agreed on a night next week with some food at the pub before the lesson. I would make the arrangements. We negotiated and split the bill.
I went to the stylist on Friday afternoon and he did do a really good job. I had let myself go a bit. I tried on a couple of new pieces of clothing that I had bought on my lunch hour the previous day. I settled on the dark tomato red, rather form fitting shirt and the well tailored black pants. I had to admit that my workouts had left me looking OK in the form fitting clothing.
I finally arrived at Le Coq D'Or just after 9:00. The place was already crowded. I figured that a seat at the bar would be the best place to sit and observe. I had decided that I would just sit, watch and would probably go home early. This was just my first move and it didn't have to go anywhere. The beer tasted good. I sat and looked. Some very nice sights.
"Are you new in town? I have never seen you here before." A rich masculine voice asked me as I took a drink of my beer. He was easy to look at.
"No, just new to this club."
The voice was from a guy about my age. He had auburn hair and hazel eyes. He had my swimmer's build and a similar weight of 180 lbs. He was in good shape. Eye candy if the truth be told.
"Would you like to dance. I like this piece and we can talk later if you want. Are you with anyone?"
"Yes, yes, no; to answer your two questions and one suggestion." That brought a quick smile which lit up his face as he registered my answers. He had eyes that shone when he smiled.
"Dance, talk later and no one else to interrupt us. OK, let's dance!"
I have to admit that it was great to be dancing with this charming stranger. He certainly had great rhythm and moves. The next dance was a slow one. He cocked his to the side in a question and I nodded. We moved together and I felt the electricity of two bodies dancing to the same music. It was liberating but I had to make sure that we didn't get too close as my crotch started to fill out. I didn't want to make it too obvious. After a few more dances we made our way back to the bar and our drinks. We had given up trying to talk on the dance floor, just too noisy.
"Was there a reason that you didn't want to dance too close?" He asked with an ironic smile.
"No. What reason could there be?" I asked as ingenuously as I could.
"I can think of a couple." He added laconically. "I'm finding it warm and noisy in here. Would you like to come back to my place for a nightcap? We can stay here and chat if that is what you want."
I decided quickly. "Well if it is a chat you want, it is a little noisy here." I gave him a quick inquisitive smile.
He smiled his 1000 watt smile and suggested that we leave. He said that it had been a long week and he could use a more restful location. He lived close by and we walked to his apartment. I couldn't believe that I was walking back to someone's apartment tonight. Events had moved faster than I thought.
We did chat for a while with good scotch, talking about our lives and work. After getting me a refill, he sat beside me and our legs touched. Neither of us moved them.
"Michael, I'll be blunt, I find you very attractive."
"John, you are no slouch yourself."
I decided that he had asked me back and eventually sat next to me with legs touching. It was my turn to take the initiative. I put my hand on his thigh. I was not wrong.
I very quickly found myself naked with an erection that was as hard as any I had had in a long time. He was no different. He had a lovely body. Hair on his chest that was neither too thick nor too skimpy. His treasure trail was delicious as were his pubes and the slit and head of his cock. What was wonderful were the reciprocal actions. I realized that that was what I had been missing for so long. We had agreed that oral was as far as we would go. It was wonderful as hands touched balls, thighs with gentle stroking up and down our cracks. He moaned with pleasure as he finally ejected semen all over my neck and chest. His chest hair was totally matted by the large volumes that I had spewed out with quite a verbal outburst. He commented on my vocal pleasure with laughter and good spirits. What I really enjoyed was the cuddle and soft words after.
"Stay the night with me," he encouraged me.
I declined saying that I had some things that I had to do with friends tomorrow morning. It was an artifice but I decided that this was as far as I wanted to go tonight. I still had to get my head around what I wanted. I had discovered that John was a sports fan who followed hockey avidly. He didn't read and didn't like my music or my interests. We were quite different. We exchanged numbers but no definitive plans were made. But it was a wonderful way to start my journey. I suspected that it was a convenient way to leave it as a one time thing with John and me. I figured that each of us would go our separate ways with a good memory of the night.
I had a lot to think about. I loved the closeness. I knew that I wanted the little romantic touches of cuddling and feeling wanted. I realized that I had a lot to offer someone. It did lift my spirit. The weekend went quickly as I went biking with friends on Saturday and went to concert on Sunday evening at a local church with another friend who loved classical music. I made arrangements for Robert and me to go out on Tuesday night for his introduction to Taekwando.
I got compliments from all the secretaries about my hair and the new clothes. Robert actually sat down late in the afternoon with a coffee and told me that I cleaned up well. He said it with a big smile and a thumbs up. I got my usual scowls from Randy.
Monday night was all mine to read, listen to music and reflect. I was lucky; Sean did not phone; I didn't have to come up with excuses. I enjoyed the time by myself.
Robert was in a very upbeat mood at supper on Tuesday. I had never heard him talk so much with so much enthusiasm. He was excited and energized by the whole concept of Taekwondo. He had done a lot of research on the Internet and had decided that just the exercise and insights would be more than worth the time and effort.
He not only showed that he was willing to listen hard but he concentrated very hard on the exploratory exercises and demonstrations. He had watched me and my group and had been very impressed. We went back to my place for a quick drink and to relax. He could not contain his enthusiasm.
"I guess that you are on for next week."
"Absolutely!"
"How about we go for something to eat first and make that part of our routine. You can choose the restaurant this time. I'm up for anything but fast food." He made a face at the fast food suggestion and suggested a nice Korean restaurant close by. I commented that it was very appropriate.
"Robert, I was going through some information from the Arts Centre and noticed that there was a performance by the Mark Morris Dance group, a contemporary dance company Thursday of next week. Would you like to go if I can get some cheaper tickets?"
"Wow, I am getting a social life!" He said with his trademark bright grin. "Yes, that sounds wonderful. I'll pay for my own ticket and that is a must, a deal breaker if not."
"One Taekwando lesson and he is already assertive. I can retire, my job is done." To my surprise I got a tap on the arm with a smile.
"Michael, thanks a lot. I've got to run. See you tomorrow at work."
I had had a great night. I had made a new friend but I must start to plan for the weekend. I didn't want just another hetero friend, although that was still great; I wanted to keep to my plan of expanding my other horizons. I chose another club to go to. I didn't want to meet John this Friday; maybe I'd go back to the Coq D'Or the week after. I just wanted to do some scouting and see what was available. Maybe this time I would be a bit more proactive; I had to test myself and get myself back into the action not just in a passive way.
I was out on Wednesday night for some pool with friends and when I got back to my apartment at 8:00 I got the dreaded call from Sean.
"Hi buddy. I haven't seen you for a while. Can I come over?"
"Actually, Sean I just got in and I haven't eaten. I'm a bit tired."
"Michael, I need to talk. I need a friend right now to bounce some things off of. I'll only stay an hour or less."
What could I say? He seemed down and if this was just a ruse then it would be my opening to level with him. I might get that chance anyway depending on the subject of the chat. "I have some leftovers. Do you want anything to eat or do you just want a drink. You sound as if you could use the drink."
"I do need that beer. I've eaten. Any kind will do."
"That's the best kind, buddy but I have good stuff that you like. See you soon."
When Sean entered, he looked really down. There were circles under his eyes and he looked a little lost. I asked what was up and I got the whole story. His wife, Marie, was withdrawn and had made it very plain that he was to keep his distance. She was distant with the kids and spent a lot of time sleeping and refusing to talk about how she was feeling. She was listless and almost slovenly in her dress and communication. I asked when it had started and he said a couple of weeks more or less after their last child was born. The alarm bells went off, even I recognized the signs.
I told him that it sounded like post partum depression. We discussed what they could do. I suggested that he go with her for the baby's next appointment with the doctor and bring the matter up. I stressed that it had to be treated and that it was serious. In the mean time, I told him to let her know that he loved her and the kids and to start taking over some of the jobs around the house to ease her burdens. I stressed that it was going to be hard for him at work and at home. I told him to see if there were some subtle ways he could let her know that he was concerned for her and to show lots of love and attention, to try to change some routines. He had to act.
"Michael, my time is up and I have to get back. Thanks so much for letting me vent and helping me see some things that I can do. For the first time in a long time, he came over and gave me a real hug. There were tears in his eyes as he left. No need for my explanation of why were not going to be carrying on with our old routine.
Friday night came and I went to the Blue Lagoon. I sat at the bar and looked over the crowd. I eventually saw a couple of guys that were obviously in my position and went and danced with them. No immediate rapport but it felt good. At about 10:30 I was thinking of going home when I saw a guy in his thirties, well built, well dressed, with a nice smile. He seemed to be without an escort as he had just come off the dance floor and didn't seem to be meeting anyone. Well it was worth a try.
He danced like a dream and we had a really interesting time getting to know each other. I finally screwed up my courage and asked if he wanted to come back to my place for a drink. He gave me a look and I simply said that it could be a drink, talk and whatever he wanted . No pressure. I told him that I had enjoyed our time together. He accepted. I had done it.
There was a drink and lots of fun chat.
"Michael, I don't usually do this but you are an interesting guy and I feel quite turned on. You said a drink, a chat and anything that I wanted. Can I show you what I would like."
"William, I am a man of my word and I like men who take the initiative. I had decided tonight to leave that to you."
He moved over beside me and put his hand on my leg and turned his head and kissed me. It went from a kiss to a duel of the tongues in a very short time.
When we stopped, I stood up, tenting pants and all and pulled him up to me. "Unless I am missing all the signals, I think that we want the same thing." As I said this, I ran my fingers over his very full crotch. The man was very hard. He shivered.
"Michael I really don't usually...." I covered his his mouth with my hand and then kissed him.
"Neither do I. No explanations necessary. This is for mutual pleasure."
William was not a novice. When we were naked, he ran his hands over my chest and pulled the hair lightly and then he flicked a nipple. When I moaned, he smiled and commented that we both liked the same thing. After minutes of torturing each others nipples, we ended up nipping them with our teeth. I looked down to see a dripping cock. I kneeled and took him in my mouth.
"Michael, don't stop. I too like a man who takes the initiative. He got bigger and harder. We moved to the bed and a 69. I love the feeling of man's warm mouth and the tongue swirling around the head as the cock head is held in the mouth and sucked after a long stroke down and up. We came to the edge several times and finally I knew that I was too close and so was William.
"William, I am very close. Let's end this wonderful session."
"I'm right with you."
William was a shooter and he shot strong jets of cum on my face and neck. He aimed me at his chest and he was also covered. I went to get a warm cloth to clean us up. I turned him on his side and put my arms around him. It felt good to just relax in the afterglow. We must have drifted off for a few minutes. I felt William shift and start to get up.
"Michael, I have a lot of things on tomorrow and I have to go." He sounded like I did with John and so I kissed his cheek. He dressed and we said good night at the door. There were no contacts given and for some reason, it didn't bother me. I was learning and growing in experience; that is what I had set out to do. There was still something missing but I kept repeating that this was just the start of a long process.
"Good weekend, Michael?"
"Yeah it was and you, Robert?"
"It was quiet but I was at the pub with a group of friends on Saturday and went for a bike ride on Sunday. It was OK."
"I hope that you like Mexican food, Robert. This place is quite good." I commented as we ate before our Tuesday night Taekwondo classes.
"I like it but I find that a lot of it tastes the same and it certainly isn't gourmet dining," replied Robert.
"Oh, a gourmet are we?" I asked laughing.
"I am actually quite a good cook, French and Italian. Don't take me wrong, I am enjoying this and it is good Mexican. You know sometime, I should cook you a good meal. I really enjoy doing it."
Out of the blue, I heard myself saying, "Are you busy on Saturday? I'll buy the food from your list and I'll be your sous chef. We can make a day of it." Sometimes I just talk without thinking.
"I have a better idea. Let's meet in the early afternoon, go to the market, buy the food and then cook in the afternoon. You realize that as sous chef you are my slave; I demand complete obedience. We can go to a movie or rent something for the evening."
"I'm not sure about the complete obedience but I like the rest of the plan."
We had another great night at our classes and Robert was just as enthusiastic at the end of the evening. I could see that he was progressing.
We met at 7:00 on Thursday for the dance performance at the Arts Centre. We were both blown away by the performance. Robert loved the athleticism and the angularity of the moves. A very interesting analysis of the ballet followed from Robert at the interval. He really did like dance. The second half was dynamic, enthralling and very sexy.
During the interval, I had asked him what the menu was for Saturday. He said that we would try the simple but classic French, Coq au Vin with Pomme Parisienne and buttered green beans. We would choose the wine on Saturday. I told him that my mouth was already watering. We had a great night at the dance performance. We agreed to meet at my place at 2:00 on Saturday. He asked about my batterie de cuisine and I told him what I had and didn't have in the way of cooking implements.
We met on Saturday and had a wonderful day of sun and warmth on one of those magnificent September days. When we got back to my place I saw a transformation in Robert. He was the boss and I was the sous chef. He took care of the chicken and I was assigned to the onions. He watched me and then very quickly said no and told me to stop. He reached in his bag that he had brought and pulled out an 8" French chef's knife.
"Michael, here is the proper knife and I'll show you the correct way to slice onions. He handed me the knife and showed me how to hold the onions with my fingers but with the knuckles sticking out so the fingers were tucked in, not waiting to be chopped off. Then he showed me the rocking motion with the knife tip always touching the cutting board. By the end of the onions, I felt as if I was a seasoned sous chef.
He gave me a smile and repeated my words of several weeks ago. "There that was simple. Get your work done, junior staff." He said it as he pushed more vegetables to me. We both exploded with laughter. There were depths here that I was only beginning to find out about.
As he browned the chicken and then sauteed the onions, not fried I was told. The kitchen took on a wonderful aroma that was comforting and enticing.
When the dish was assembled and put in the oven, Michael insisted that we clean up, saying that he liked to start fresh later with a clean kitchen to make the potatoes and the beans. After clean up, we each took a glass of the wine that the chicken was cooking in and Robert made a nice tray of cheeses we had bought as an hors d'oeuvre. We sat in the living room enjoying each others company and the smells coming out of the kitchen. The meal was fantastic. We savoured it. It was such a good day that we decided to repeat it next Saturday with the classic Boeuf Bourgignon from Julia Child's recipe book. In addition, Robert asked if I would like to join him and some friends for pool on Friday night. I hesitated but decided building a good friendship with Robert was more important than a chance meeting at a club, for this weekend anyway.
In mid week we had our Taekwando and another supper out on Thursday night after a late night at work. I had a great time with his friends on Friday night. His friends were a couple of years younger than me but we had the same interests and they played a mean game of pool. I impressed them as I won several games. We had some interesting discussions. One of his friends was a civil servant and was extolling the need for regulation of greedy companies. I listened with interest and finally, of course, could not keep quiet.
"Jack, I don't disagree with needing regulation on health and safety and some consumer protection but I find some of your statements a little off." I could see some smiles around the table.
"What do you disagree with, Michael?"
"Well maybe I am a little sensitive but I see a small bias to control and against business. You know that I work for a small computer software company. We employ around 100 people. It is profit and competitiveness that keeps us going. If we are not efficient, we lose money and then jobs. It really is produce or fail. I see your point that there has to be regulations but beware of over regulation. The market does cure a lot of things." We were off on a 30 minute debate. It was like a tennis match but it was not just Jack and I; others, including Robert, added to the back and forth. The argument tapered off in good natured jests and comments. It was Jack who finally said that it was a stimulating discussion and hoped that I would be there to take my licks another time. I responded with back slapping and I added that he had taken a few licks himself. The night ended with laughs and good feelings.
"Michael, they really enjoyed you, especially Jack. He loves a good discussion and you were his equal. Bravo." He put his arm around me in a head lock and gave me knuckles to the side of my head. We both laughed with gusto.
We repeated our routine on Saturday. Again it was a beautiful day and I found myself just enjoying the day with my new friend. I even got a compliment on my cutting and sauteing skills. The aroma was absolutely enticing as the Bourgignon simmered for several hours. We had light hors d'oeuvres and lots of wine. I introduced Robert to cribbage; he was a fast learner. We ended up tied in games by the time the cooking was finished. The meal was sumptuous and our after meal cognac put us in a very mellow mood.
"Michael you never mention any females in your life."
I was immediately on the defensive. I gave him the usual that I dated but just never seemed to make a connection. Work in the last few months had been hectic (it had) and I just didn't have the time at present. I changed the subject, I hoped gradually, and we decided on supper again next Saturday. I said that I would come up with the menu and I would be the chef and Robert would be the sous chef.
Robert was a little dizzy when he got up to leave. I suggested that he use my couch. He phoned home just to let them know and I heard him tell his father that he had had a great time and had a bit too much to drink. There was good natured banter between him and his father. I envied that kind of relationship; I didn't want to compare that to my family. Breakfast the next morning was fun. I had gotten up early and prepared a nice table and had everything ready when a bleary eyed Robert appeared over the top of the couch.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in. Are you OK?"
"Yes, actually, I had a good sleep. Comfortable couch. I don't actually feel hung over. Give me a second, I'm not exactly a morning person. I'll get moving and be on my way."
"Not so fast. The sous chef has prepared, master, his breakfast. Go clean up and get dressed and I shall be pleased to serve you."
He smiled his great smile and said that it wasn't necessary but thanks. He ate with enthusiasm and I got more compliments. Along with our Taekwando and a band that he and I were going to see with some of my friends, we were both going to be very busy. Was this a mistake? I was enjoying this guy too much. At least, we had a different relationship than with Sean. I would have to get back to my plan very soon.
Business and human relations are always quixotic. An office meeting had been called and we were all assembled on Tuesday after lunch. A situation concerning my team's project came up. The client had requested an additional feature to the release. After hearing the request, Randy quickly spoke up and said that we should do it as they were a valued client; it was an easy decision he maintained. Looks were exchanged between me, my boss and Robert. Other members of my team looked uncomfortable. I was just about to respond when Robert spoke.
"I know that I am junior here but I think that we should look at this closely."
"Robert what do you know about this?" Randy almost demanded with a sarcastic undertone.
"Actually I have done a lot of the coding in the area that that request would affect." He looked at the boss and asked if he could continue. The boss nodded yes with a look of interest on his face.
"The release is in two weeks. We are on schedule but it is tight as usual; we have built in time for conflicts and problems. We start our final testing later this week. This request is not too difficult but it could really screw up the code."
Randy interrupted. "Just say yes and if it causes problems, use that as an excuse for being late."
"I don't like to work like that. There are too many software companies that promise anything and get a bad name for not delivering on time or delivering flaky releases. Bad business."
"What would be your course of action, Robert?" My boss asked.
"I would phone them, explain the situation and make that request part of our next release. I'd tell them that we want to meet our deadline and give them the best possible product on time, with the specs we agreed to. In fact, it is not too difficult and I would be prepared to work on it the week after the release and give it to them as an extra for their great support." Both myself and my boss nodded our approval.
Randy and some others not on our team were about to comment when the President said that he had heard our thoughts and he would make the decision. As the meeting ended, the President asked Mark, myself and Robert to see him in his office now, if we had the time.
I heard Randy mutter to a friend that we were going to get our marching orders and that we were gutless wonders.
As we walked down the hall to the President's office Robert asked, "Michael what have I done? Have I really screwed up?"
I put my hand on his shoulder and simply said, "Not in my books. You spoke very wise words, oh wise one." We both cracked up and the tension was broken.
The President lost no time. He ran the kind of company that Robert had spoken of and he was impressed with how Robert handled the situation. We decided that this would be a great opportunity for Robert to test his skills and make the call to our client. It was agreed, at Robert's request, that I be on the line with him for backup.
Supper before Taekwando tasted better than usual. We seemed closer and conversation just flowed. The evening went well for both of us in our sessions.
It was my turn on Saturday. When Robert arrived at my apartment, I realized how close this guy had become. We seemed so natural together. I felt relaxed and easy with him. Damn, another heterosexual friend. Back to my plan next Friday without fail.
"Well Michael, you said it would be a surprise. What does the chef have planned for dinner tonight?"
"I decided to make it a little easy as my first time; so I suggest rack of lamb, ratatouille and petites pommes sauteed in butter and oil. Dessert is a fine sorbet from the supermarket."
Michael's mouth opened but nothing came out and then he started to laugh. "I have created a monster. You call that easy?"
"Well you'll have to do all the chopping for the ratatouille. Oh, I'll clean the potatoes, cook them and saute them. The rack is almost ready to go as I have it in the refrigerator covered with herbs marinating it now. Let's go get the vegetables for the ratatouille and a good bottle of wine."
We laughed and joked at the market. I ribbed him about his outburst at the office meeting. He did stop me dead on the sidewalk when he told me that the President had offered him a full time position. That had happened on Friday after the client, Robert had phoned, had spoken to our President about how impressed he was with Michael on the phone. He was impressed with our companies attitude to business and deadlines. He apologized for his man's pushing for a last minute addition. Suddenly, out of nowhere I was giving Michael a hearty hug of congratulations. I wondered if it had lasted a bit too long but Michael didn't seem upset or embarrassed.
I have to say that the meal was excellent and we were both very mellow from good food, wine and fellowship. Towards the end of the evening, Robert seemed a little keyed up as if something was bothering him but I assumed it was the wine.
We had been talking a little politics and had ventured on to social conservative ideology. Suddenly out of almost nowhere Robert gave me a look and asked, "Michael, where do you stand on gay marriage?"
"Stand, Robert?" I gave him a quizzical look. "I hope that I am not going to upset some deep seated belief that you have. Gay marriage is legal across the country; I accept it because it is correct and fair. Anyone who is gay and wants to marry someone of the same sex should have equal rights with non gay couples."
Robert seemed to compose himself and pull up his courage. "Michael I have met someone." He stopped and looked at me.
It hit me like a blow to the stomach. I suddenly realized how much this guy had come to mean to me. This potentially meant he would have no time for me. I masked the pain that I was feeling, as much as I could, and simply said, "I'm happy for you. My, you have been busy." I hoped I sounded happy.
"What do you mean?"
"We have been together a lot and I am surprised that you could manage that and meet and fall for someone. You sure kept it to yourself."
"I had to keep it to myself. I had to figure things out." He paused as if he were trying to find the right words. It was a long pause and I started thinking about my plans for next Friday night. He spoke slowly and softly. "Being with you a lot and meeting someone wasn't two separate things. That's how I could do it." He relaxed, almost saying with his looks that it was said, done and out in the open.
A lump formed in my throat as his meaning came clear in my fuzzy mind. I was virtually speechless. My befuddled brain could only stammer out, "I never thought that you were gay."
He started to laugh and that brought a smile to my face. "That's not exactly the response I was expecting."
"What were you expecting?"
"I'm not sure. I suppose a comment on how you respected my feelings but you couldn't reciprocate. Or perhaps a look and then a comment that I had better leave and we could talk about it after you thought about it."
I decide to take my chance. He certainly had. This sudden situation had clarified a lot in my mind. This opened a whole new vista. My plans for change had changed in an instant. "Can I show you how I feel?" He shrugged a yes.
I got up and walked over to him. I held out my hands and pulled him up. While not letting go of his hands, I pulled him close and kissed him on the lips. The look on his face was wonderful to watch. It morphed from apprehension to surprise to relief and contentment. His body relaxed and I could see a glow start in his face and spread to his eyes. When I saw the first small drop of moisture form in the corner of his eyes, I broke the kiss and gently kissed and licked the moisture away.
"Robert, this is so unexpected but certainly not unwelcome. I don't advertise but I am gay. There I have said it. So if you are upset we can leave it at that. I value your friendship too much not to be honest now."
"Oh, Michael, how could that bother me? I have done a lot of contemplation over the last weeks. I knew that I was enjoying our time together more than anything in the past. I now know why I have never made a connection with a women. I suddenly realized that my fantasies often involve a man in some way and increasingly they involve you." He stopped and looked directly in my eyes. There was moisture starting in my eyes. "When you made your comment about never making a connection with a woman a little while ago, my thoughts came together and took a new path." He started to blush deeply. "Where do we go from here?"
"In whatever direction you want but always at the speed you are comfortable with. You have come to mean a lot to me in so many ways."
We had remained standing and Robert leaned over and resumed our kiss, muttering that he liked this. I suddenly felt his tongue softly on my lips so I opened them a bit. When his tongue met mine, I was in heaven. I find that very sexually stimulating. From the moans from Robert so did he. My hands traced the back of his head, down his back and I lightly cupped his buttocks. In pulling him closer, I could feel that he was growing. I separated us and looked at him from his eyes down to his crotch and back up. I had a little smile on my face.
"Someone is happy?"
"That word isn't even close to what I am feeling. Ecstatic comes closest. My life has taken on a new dimension and meaning."
"At some time, I'll tell you about my journey of the last weeks. You are my unexpected, wonderful surprise. I too have been doing a lot of searching and contemplation. I thought that you were off limits. Thank you so much for having the courage to confront me." The kiss became passionate.
We were still dressed but I put his hand on my cock as I put mine on his. The pleasure radiated on his face.
"This is the first time I have done this since some adolescent experimentation in my teens. You feel great and I am starting to feel very good. Please don't stop."
I leered at Robert as I took off his shirt and t shirt. I had seen him at a distance in the locker room at Taekwondo but this was the first real look. His chest was defined and he had medium sized nipples. His chest was covered with a light covering of hair that narrowed to a trail to the top of his pants. I love men with hairy chests. There is so much to work with. I ran my hand through his hair to his delight. It was when I ran my hand over the tip of his nipple, I knew we shared a lot. He shivered and moaned. Just like me! He reached over and before I knew it, I had a bare chest and my nipples were being teased. After several minutes, I could take it no longer.
"Robert, I said we would go at your rate. Do you want to go any further tonight?"
He asked softly that I take his pants off. To me it always fascinating when you first see a partner totally naked. Robert was exceptional. His body tapered from an well formed chest to a narrow waist. His rigid cock was wonderful. It was a beautiful shape with a large, beautifully shaped head and it stood out at more than a 45 degree angle. The tip already had a little pearl at the tip. His balls were not large but were hanging down a bit. They had a little hair on them. Oh and he had lovely, soft hair on his legs. I won't even start on his ass but it was very fine.
"Now I get the show." He said as he began to unzip my pants and force them and my shorts down to the floor. I was left naked, rigid and wet." He surveyed me from head to toes. "Really nice.
I guided him over to the couch. When we were seated, I started to kiss him again and then lightly run my fingers over his balls and inner thigh. His sighs and moans indicated that he was in a very erotic place. His cock had started to leak. I opened his legs wide for easier access and he did the same to me. Our hands were all over each other for a many minutes. Finally, as we were kissing I used his precum to lube his very rigid cock and use my fist up and down.
"I'm not going to last."
"It is OK. Keep it simple for now, enjoy the ride. We have lots of time."
He threw his head back as I knelt in front of him using one hand to touch him all over and the other to jack his cock in different rhythms and firmness. He suddenly moaned and I could see him stiffen up and his balls start to draw up. His first shot hit his chest and succeeding ones tapered off down his stomach until it was just oozing out. He opened his eyes with wonder and contentment.
"Just wait and let the glow take you." I told him
"But you haven't ...."
"It's OK. I know you and my time will come. Just relax and enjoy all the sensations." I sat beside him and put my arms around him and kissed him again. I caressed his body lightly.
A few minutes later, he looked at me, "Now, your turn."
I was surprised. He put his hand up to his chest and gathered semen into his hand and then used it to lubricate me as he used his fist on my very hard cock. With one hand working my nipples and the other moving up and down my very sensitive cock which was very tender as it was so hard, I didn't last long. Soon he was admiring the amount of cum I had released as far as my chin. I think I swore as I released.
"Can you stay?"
"I told my parents that if I wasn't in by 11:00 that I was using your couch again."
"You can't use my couch! It is not available."
"OK then, your bed it is. Let's have a shower. You certainly need one."
"You did this to me." I laughed indignantly. "To the shower." I added joyfully.
We got clean but we were also hard again by the time we came out. I wanted to go slowly. I asked Robert about his decision to approach me. It turns out it had been of a bit spur of the moment. He had enjoyed the day so much and he said that he suddenly realized how much our relationship meant to him and how he just didn't connect with women the way he had with me. I was touched. We held each other and drifted off to sleep.
When I woke in the morning, I looked up to see Robert on his side looking at me with a contented smile.
"I like waking up beside you." He said.
"No second thoughts or regrets?" His eyes opened in surprise and shook his head with a no. "I'm so glad you like waking beside me. Strangely, Robert, at some point yesterday, I asked myself why all the interesting, intelligent, sexy ones were straight. To be a little less romantic, I need to use the bathroom. Want to join me? We both got up with no embarrassment even with two very erect penises. He touched mine and said nice.
When we came out of the bathroom, he asked, "What does a man taste like?" He was looking at and lightly holding my erect cock.
"For me, great. Each man tastes a little different, some better than others but so far, all good and interesting."
He put his arm around me and guided me back to bed.
"Oh not had enough, tiger?" I asked with a smile.
"Well, I do have to something about that." He pointed at and fingered my hard cock and then my balls. "Teach me Michael?"
I started kissing his face then proceeded to his chest and nipples, his bellybutton and finally I took his balls in my mouth. After rolling them around in my mouth and using my tongue, I came off and with my tongue I licked the head of his cock. I took it lightly in my mouth and ran my tongue around it and sucked gently. "There is the first lesson."
He pulled me up and kissed me with passion and then repeated everything that I had done. As he left my bellybutton, I commented. "Don't forget that since our last shower there has been a lot of action, if you don't like the taste, stop and we can shower. For some it is an acquired taste."
I watched him closely as he licked the head of my cock and then, to my surprise, deliberately put his tongue in the slit. His eyes closed as he sucked the head and he moaned his pleasure.
His head came up and there was a lovely smile. "I have acquired the taste. The nectar of the gods."
I grabbed him and kissed him deeply. It was only matter of seconds and we were in a 69, with hands everywhere. This man was a quick learner and a good mimic. I finally warned him that I was going to cum. I stopped and told him that we should finish on our bodies until we were tested. I felt as if there volts of electricity flashing through my groin. He yelled as he erupted all over my neck and chest. I came in litres over his chest. I didn't care how messy we were, I turned around pressed our bodies together and kissed him in the after glow of one the most passionate orgasm I had ever had.
"Robert, no that is too formal. Rob you are an amazing lover."
"Mike I now know what has been missing."
"Rob, it is not just what we have done. Yesterday, I kept thinking all day with regret that I felt so close to you, so comfortable and in tune with you. The regret was that I could not be as close as I wanted; you were heterosexual. I am so lucky that you took the chance."
We lay embracing each other and when we finally broke apart. I suggested a shower together. It was even more romantic than last night. We soaped each other thoroughly in the most intimate parts with no qualms from Rob. In fact it was clear that he was very sensitive when I washed his buttocks and let my fingers wash his cleft. Some things to try at a later date. Breakfast was a delight with the light, random touches by two new lovers. We were hard for most of breakfast. We took each other in the kitchen after breakfast. I commented that we were making up for lost time. He added that we could continue that for as long as I wanted. When he left late in the afternoon, I instantly missed him.
I solved the nicest problem that I had had in a long time. What do you say to your new lover when you see him for the first time at work?
I saw Rob down the hall. As he saw me, he had a wonderful smile on his face. I stopped when I got to him and I asked out loud. "Hi Rob, have a good weekend?"
"One of the best! You?"
"Could not have been better." As we moved past each other I said in a low whisper. "Missed you this morning."
He whispered back. "Stop. You'll make me hard thinking about the weekend."
Our hands did brush each other as we walked on. And so our relationship started in public. Both of us went at noon hour to be tested and have a bite to eat. We felt easy and comfortable. We agreed to meet on Tuesday as usual for supper. He chose an out of the way restaurant and he said that he could stay over on Tuesday night if the couch was available. Again I told him that the couch was not available but I could think of an alternative. My heart and groin reacted to that conversation. Luckily we were busy at work both Monday and Tuesday as we were into our final days before final testing was to start on the new release. I had to stay late on Monday night with a small problem that had cropped up.
At supper on Tuesday, Rob surprised me. He grabbed my hand and caressed it as we sat down at the table.
"Mike, I missed you a lot more than I thought I would." I smiled.
We had a great night at Taekwando. I was not anticipating the Rob I took back to my apartment. When the door closed behind us, he turned and backed me against the door and aggressively started to kiss me. He had my jacket and shirt off in less than a minute. His hands were over my chest and nipples as his tongue duelled with mine. A minute more and my pants were off and I was naked.
"That's better." He sighed. "Now for what I really want." He knelt in front of me.
"Don't you want me to shower first?"
"I want you, sweat and the day's activities be damned. I told you it was the nectar of the gods." His mouth was on the head of my cock alternatively licking and sucking. I thought that I would lose it instantly. He must have noticed my tensing up. He stopped and went for my balls. They were wet and I was feeling so good when he finished with them. I put my arms down and pulled him up. I turned him around and with protests, I marched him to the bedroom, turning on the dim night light. I stripped him faster than he had stripped me. I shoved him onto the bed and aggressively licked and sucked his nipples, pulled the hair on his chest. I opened his legs wide and stroked the hair on his thighs. I thought that he would not stopped squirming and moaning when I put fingers down his crack and circled his rosebud many times. I finally lay on top of him and kissed him. I hadn't touched his cock.
"Is this the Robert Jackson that I know or an imposter? Where is the quiet, introspective, scholarly man that I met a month ago? By the way that is not a complaint."
"You have released the real me. I was waiting to be released and to ravish my chosen one." We both laughed.
With that he threw me off and quickly had my cock in his mouth. He didn't have the experience to deep throat me but he sucked me like a vacuum cleaner. When his finger was at my hole, I moaned and warned him a minute later that I was close. When his finger went a fraction into my hole, I warned him that I was cumming. Luckily, just as I came out of his mouth, it started with the electricity in the groin and huge shots of semen covered his face and neck.
"Nice splatter pattern." I commented. With that, I did what he had done to me and in equally short time, he commented on the nice splatter pattern on me. He pulled me up and we went to the bathroom to look. We both oohed and aahed at the splatter patterns, broke out laughing at the silliness, cleaned up and kissed deeply.
"Damn, you have to go home."
"No, remember I said that I could stay over; it has been taken care of. Come to bed."
We did a lot more that night and early the next morning. I could hardly wait until our tests came back. We could be even freer. I let Rob leave earlier than me for the office and we arrived about 15 minutes apart. One of my friends commented that I looked a little tired. I told him that for some reason I hadn't gotten a lot of sleep. I could see Rob down the corridor smiling an innocent smile. My god, if they only knew how that innocent smile was not very innocent.
To be continued, the next chapter in Michael's journey is being written.
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.
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