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Hank and I were awake before the alarm went off, quickly showered and dressed for work. We had a fast breakfast, then out the door for the short walk to the commuter train depot. He was nervous and excited about beginning his new adventure. I gave him $50, which he protested, in case he needed anything.
When we arrived at his station, I squeezed his hand and wished him good luck. "Call me, if you need anything. If I am in court, leave a message, I will get back to you asap." My heart was aching as I watched him get off the train.
Back to the business at hand. I had neglected the work I brought home and needed to concentrate on my pending cases for the 11/2 hour train ride into the city. This was not unusual for me; this was how I spent every day on the train.
Lunch with one of my colleagues, Sam. He said I seemed distracted and asked what was going on. I told him it was nothing, just some personal issues that were resolving. He said, "I knew it, you have a new girlfriend, you have a starry eyed look about you." "No, I do not have a new girlfriend, Sam." I said. "A new boyfriend, perhaps?" he laughed. I hesitated, trying to think of what to say. He jumped on it quickly, "That's it! A new boyfriend!"
"Sam, you are jumping to conclusions that are baseless." I answered. "No, I think not?not sure what is going on with you, but I haven't seen this look on your face, ever, Mike." "Spill it." Sam said. I told him there was nothing to spill, I was just working out some personal issues, that's all. "Ok, but I think I know the look of love when I see it." he said. "When do I get to meet her/him?" he asked.
I excused myself and went to the restroom. Sam was one of my closest friends and I hated not telling him, but I wasn't ready. I am not sure he would understand why I would do what I did, picking up a homeless boy and taking him home. He would probably file papers to have me committed. The gay part he might understand, since he is openly gay.
When I first began working at this small firm, he was the friendliest and most helpful to me in getting started. A new young man, just out of law school, recently passed the bar, newly divorced, i appreciated his interest and help. We had gone out a few times to eat and bar hopping. It was on one of these evenings, he came out to me. I had heard rumors at work, but I do not listen to idle gossip.
He asked if it bothered me that he was gay and I said no. I went on to tell him I judged people by their character, not by race, creed, color or sexual orientation. He smiled, shook my hand strongly and said, "You and I are going to be great friends, Mike." And we have been.
I came back to the table, and resumed eating my lunch. Sam was smirking at me. "What?" I asked. He replied, "Mike you might as well tell me what is going on, I am going to find out anyway." "Will you just get off it, Sam, there is nothing to tell?yet" I said. He was just about to burst with excitement.
"Mike, you have been so down in the dumps since I met you, and today you are actually happy. That makes me happy." "You are my most trusted friend at the office." he said. I told him I appreciated that and when I was ready to reveal the source of my happiness, he would be the first to know. "In fact, you may be the only one to know." I said.
I thought he was going to wet his pants. He kept badgering me to tell him now. After fending off his questions, I finally said, "I have a new interest, not ready to call it love, but definitely an interest." "Do I know this person?" he asked. "No you do not know him!" I said and immediately said to myself, "Oh shit! Now I have opened Pandora's box."
"Him?" Sam said loudly. "Him, "Holy Crap! " "Yes, Sam, him and that is all I am telling you now." I said, getting up to dispose of my trash. He grabbed my shoulder and said, "Hell no, you are going to tell me the whole story?my straight friend has a 'him'!" "Sam, please." I pleaded. But of course he would not let it go. "I am not going to stop this inquisition until I get the whole story, remember I am a ruthless trial lawyer."
"Ok, Sam, I will tell you the story, but you have to promise me you will keep this under covers for now. I do not want anyone to know anything about this, no one, understand?" "Word of honor" he replied. I told him the whole story, leaving out the sex details. He just sat there, mouth wide open in disbelief, saying nothing. "Well, are you going to tell me I am nuts and have me committed?" I asked.
"I fucking do not believe what I just heard!" Sam said. "After all this time, me lusting after you, but knowing it was a lost cause because you are so fucking straight, and you pick up a street urchin to have sex with." "Fucking unbelievable!" "Where is this boy today?" he asked. "I want to meet him." I told him about getting him a job with one of my clients, a photographer, as an assistant.
"Jordan Coe, that sleaze bag we dumped on you?" he shouted. "Yes, Sam, and he is not a sleaze bag, just kinda off the wall at times." I answered. Sam began to laugh hysterically. "Well, there goes your little romance, Jordan will have him doing porn in no time, probably fucking him as we speak."
I reached into my pocket for my cell phone, called Hank, put him on speaker phone. He answered and I asked how his day was going. He said, "Great! We have done 2 fashion layouts and Jordy is showing me how to set up the lighting." "It is all so interesting." I asked, "Has Jordy come on to you at all or asked you to do anything questionable?" "No, not at all. I think you put the fear of God on him and of course my little act last night sealed it." he said.
"Ok I have to get back to work. See you tonight." I said. Hank said, "I love you, Mike." "Me, too." i said and disconnected. "Satisfied, Sam?" I asked angrily. "Holy shit!" Sam said. "I fucking don't believe that! I have to meet this boy, and I mean today." "I am going home with you?invite me for dinner." "Not today, Sam, how about the weekend?" I said.
"No fucking way, Mike, I am going home with you." "Sam, you live here in the city, you do not have a car, and I am not sure how late the trains run." He said he was going home and get a change of clothes for tomorrow and he WAS going home with me." I shook my head and said, "Ok, but I am going to call Hank, tell him and if he says no, you are not going, Sam."
I punched in Hank's number. He answered, "What's up, Mike? You just called me." I explained about Sam?dead silence on his end. "Hank, are you there?" I asked. More silence, but I could hear breathing. "Hank, if you don't want him to come home with me, I will tell him no, but I have to tell you, he is relentless."
Finally, he answered, "It's your call, Mike, I have no opinion." "Yes, you do, Hank, this is a decision that concerns both of us." "How did Sam find out about us?" he asked. I answered, "He is very intuitive, and recognized there was something different about me, he saw the difference in my face and joy in my voice." "He is a very sharp trial lawyer and he kept at me until I spilled the beans." "Hank, Sam is my best friend at work and he will be very supportive. You will like him, and he is openly gay, not that it matters."
Hank replied, "I trust you Mike, you always know the right thing to do." "Do you think he will want to have sex with us?" "No, hell no, Hank, why would you think that?" I asked. "He just wants to meet you and I will tell you this, he will be a great friend to you, as he is to me." "I trust him implicitly." "We need all the support we can get, Hank, everyone is not going to be as open when this all comes out."
He asked me if I was planning to out myself soon. "Not yet, but when we have had enough time together to figure things out, like where this is going, and that we truly love each other, yes, I am going to the top of the world and shout it out." "My name is Michael Robert Walz and I love William James Henry, Jr." "Hank, I am not ashamed of us, I just want it to be the right thing for both of us. I do think I love you, but I don't want it to be based on sex alone." "Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mike, I do, in fact, I think you are being very smart about all this, you are always protecting me, my feelings, and it only makes me love you more." I started to tear up. "Hank, I have to go now, are you sure you are ok with this?" He said he was. "I love you, Hank. "He answered, "I love you more." Sam stood there with a disbelieving look on his face. He said, "Man, you have it bad!" "Shut up, Sam!" I said. "I have a butt load of work to do, so lets go." We walked back to the office in silence.
Once our busy work day was done, I took the bus with Sam, so he could pack an overnight bag. He was full of questions about Hank. I told him to just calm down, he would meet him soon enough. "How many times have you had sex, Mike, with Hank, I mean?" he asked. "Sam, none of your fucking business." I said. "Hmmmm, that mans multiple times?did you fuck him?'" "Sam, listen to me, my sex life is off limits, understand?"
"Well, tell me something! I need some new jack off material!" He said. "Do you know how many times I have jacked off thinking about you?" "Ever since you stayed over one night when you had too much to drink and I saw you naked in the bathroom?almost every day since then." "When did you see me naked, I don't remember being naked in front of you." I said. He answered, "When I helped you shower, you were so drunk you couldn't stand without me helping you."
"We were naked in the shower together?" I asked. "You don't remember?" "I stripped you, you had hurled all over yourself, then put you in the shower. I had to get in to hold you up." he said. I asked, "Did anything happen?" "Nothing more than me washing you, head to toe, and yes I washed your dick, balls and ass." " And, you were as hard as a rock, me, too." "I wanted you so badly, but did not do anything. I am not in the habit of fucking drunks!" he said.
He continued, "I washed your clothing, put you to bed, jacked off about 3 times, just looking at your drunk ass in my bed." "I slept on the couch, otherwise I would not have been able to control myself." "But, I woke up with my boxers on." I said. "Yes, I did not want to freak you out, so when your clothing dried, I put the boxers on you." "Confession time, you were sleeping soundly and snoring loudly when I put your boxers on. I leaned down and took your dick in my mouth for just a couple of minutes. You stirred, so I stopped." "Then I went to the bathroom and jacked off again."
"Oh, my God, I am not believing all this. You have seen me naked, sucked my cock, and I was totally unaware." "Shit! I must've been totally wasted, I think if I were not, I might have enjoyed the blow job!" I laughed. "Want one now?" he asked. I was hard as a rock just thinking about what he had revealed. I said we had better not, we needed to get to Union Station to catch the train.
On the train, Sam asked me what Hank meant when he said something about his little act last night. I told him what Hank had done and Jordy's reaction. "He thinks we are both straight." I said. "Well, I still may be?shit, I am so confused." Sam said he did not believe me. "You are or you are not, all this bisexual shit, I do not believe in. You suck cock, eat ass and take it up the chute, you are gay, no matter how much you deny it." "I have never taken it up the chute, as you put it." I said.
"My God, you have sucked his cock and ate his ass?" he questioned. "Calm down, Sam, I am not telling you anything about what I have and have not done sexually." "You don't have to tell me, it is written all over your face." he said. The mention of fucking reminded me I had not bought condoms or more lube. Crap! Well, with Sam there tonight, I supposed we would abstain from any activity. Crap!
We got off the train and walked the few blocks to my house. When I opened the door, Hank was in the kitchen working on something for dinner. He said "Hello, Mike." then pulled me into a hug and kissed me deeply. "Is this Sam?" he asked. "Good to meet you." He started to shake Sam's hand, but Sam said, "I am a hugger." and pulled Hank into a bear hug. He looked at me and said, "My God, Mike, he is gorgeous."
Hank said, "Let me have your bag. I will take it to the guest room. I have already moved my things into Mike's bedroom." With that, he left. Sam was gawking at him, then turned to me and said, "That was a homeless boy last Friday?" "You lucky fucker!" I just smiled. Hank came back into the kitchen and asked how our day was. I told him I wanted to hear about his. He said, "We can talk over dinner, I am attempting to make a meatloaf. You need to help me with the vegetables."
I said, "Sam and I need to change, then we will be back to help." We headed to the bedrooms to change. It was going to be another interesting evening, but much more pleasant than last night?no need for pretending in front of Sam.
Hope you like this chapter. I will be working on the next installment as I find the time. Thanks for reading.
Ed