Introspection

Introspection 8

Author's Note and Reflections

I had written, in some form, all the chapters that you have read for this story before I started to publish the first chapter eight weeks ago. I am having a bit of a dry spell and unlike the last chapters, I have nothing written to continue the story at this time. I do have ideas for future chapters but I am not certain if I should end the story (I could with the ending of this chapter) or give myself a bit of time to think, reflect and perhaps pick it up in a month or so.

This is a rather long way to say that there will be nothing published next week or the week after or even longer. I have had some really encouraging emails about the writing and the storyline. Thanks yet again to all who have taken the time to write. It is much appreciated. I have tried to reply to every email.

Have a great summer, well up here in the northern hemisphere; I have enjoyed the emails from Australia. Cheers. Dave

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The story is not autobiographical and is a product of the writer's fertile imagination.

Previously

This was a Christmas that I would never forget no matter what would happen in our lives. We were in my mother's home, together. My mother had helped us each choose a ring for the other and we had both placed it on the same finger. We had been to parties together as a couple. We had signed legal documents that had bound us to each other.

We kissed and made love because we knew that is what it meant to both of us. It was a night filled with passion and love, soft and gentle but at the same time electrifying in its intensity. I woke the next morning to find Andrew on his side looking at me. I knew from the intensity of the look that we were not finished with our celebration of each other. When we finished, we went hand in hand to the kitchen to start making breakfast for my family. There were touches and kisses as we started coffee and put out the food for preparation until we heard the first footsteps down the hall.

Before the arrival, I turned Andrew to me, whispering, "Thank you love. The most wonderful Christmas ever." He got a peck on the lips which finished just before my mother came into the room.

Present

I really did have regrets leaving Mom and Dad's early on Boxing Day. We had had a Christmas to remember. It was all that I could have hoped for. Several times on the drive to Andrew's place, I looked down at my hand to see the ring glistening in the sunny day. One time Andrew caught me.

"Regret the decision?" I shook my head emphatically as I held up my hand to show it to Andrew. He held up his with the same smile on his face.

We arrived to a boisterous welcome from the Taylors. We had lunch and then Janice started to prepare a big Christmas dinner for that night. Phil and Julie were there and it would be a time for present opening and catching up. I didn't mind another Christmas dinner with such a great family. Of course, Janice had a different style of cooking and choice of vegetables. She was a great cook. Her Christmas pudding was the best I had ever had anywhere, any time. I would never tell my mother that.

As we were opening presents later, Janice finally made a comment. "I cannot hold back any longer. Christmas present or something else?" Julie smiled and the men, Jack and Phil, were muttering what was she talking about. We held up our rings. They were still drawing blanks.

Janice, "Straight men! You either don't see or don't know. Jack! What is on the finger of your left hand?"

Jack's response was classic. "Uh? What?" He paused looking at his finger with his wedding band and then at his son's finger. "Oh, shit."

We both started to laugh. It was infectious; Jack's words and his looks set everyone off. Even he joined in. When he could finally talk, Andrew filled everyone in on the Christmas gifts and our decisions. With that out of the way, we finished the gifts. Janice made my evening, when she quietly told me as we cleaned up that she was so happy for her son and for me. She gave me a hug and kiss. Needless to say that Andrew and I celebrated that evening. We both realized again how far we had come.

Phil confirmed that the decision that he had made was firm. He had signed up with the community college and would be living with us for the next term. We invited him and Julie for New Years Eve if they hadn't planned something with friends in town. They told us that they would let us know later that day. We let them know that they could come early, stay at our place and Julie could stay as long as she wanted.

We arrived back home with a huge number of things to do. I had rented wine glasses, cups and plates. A pick up. We had decided on buying a few plates of fruits and vegetables. We needed fresh coffee, prepared food that I had ordered. Oh candles and candle holders. Flowers for the table. Don't forget the cheese. The shrimps need to be thawed. Oh shit, I sat down and wrote it all down. We did some things together which was fun and then split up. By the end of the penultimate day before New Years, we were ready. My crazy partner loved the word 'penultimate' and after looking it up, I had started to use it. That was the day that Phil and Julie arrived. Sorry, guys prepared food from Costco for that supper. It turned out to be delicious and the supper was fun. Breakfast, you are on your own.

With the help of Phil and Julie, when they finally got up, the buggers having that just fucked look, we spent the day getting ready enjoyably. An hour before the party, we were sitting dressed and ready to receive guests. We lit the candles. The place looked spectacular. We had gone out and bought elegant serving dishes and platters with the idea that they could become part of our dinnerware. Some were white and others a beautiful deep blue. The blue matched my ring. The oriental rugs that Andrew had bought looked spectacular. The place looked quite chic.

Guests started to arrive but the party for us really started when Rob and Tony arrived. We knew that a lot of people were only stopping by but Rob and Tony were staying the evening along with other friends and some of the people from our offices. Keith was coming but had not yet met a friend that he wanted to invite.

We had two surprises. I had invited Chris, the guy who Andrew had taken on at my staff party but he had not replied that he was coming. He arrived alone but soon fitted in with our office staffs. I did notice that he had a very long conversation with Tony and they seemed to be enjoying it with lots of laughter.

The biggest surprise was when I opened the door to Alexander Grey, my CEO and his wife. I had invited them but didn't really expect them. They told us straight off that they were here for a short time as they had a supper dance to go to.

Andrew took his wife for introductions and a drink.

What do you call your CEO at a party, even your own. OK, Paul start off safely. "Sir, what would like to drink?"

"Paul, perhaps, tonight, it might be appropriate to call me Alexander. Maybe Mr. Grey back at work. What are you offering?"

"You tell me what you would like and I'll tell you if you are having that."

He gave me a big smile. "Scotch?"

"A man of good taste. What sort do you like? I have some choices."

"Peaty, bit of smoke with a bit of honey on the tongue."

"How about some of my favourite, Langavulin?"

"I was not asking you take out a second mortgage on the condo. But if you insist."

"I assume neat." He gave me the 'you don't have to ask' look. He savoured the scotch by inhaling the nose, and then taking just the smallest sip and letting it linger on the tongue. I did the same. We both sighed with pleasure at almost the same time.

He looked around the condo. "Very elegant, Paul. I bet that there was no decorator and you and Andrew did this yourself, the decorating, not the work." I nodded yes. He moved over to the picture that Janice had taken of me on the fallen tree looking like a safari hunter, chainsaw held like a gun. I explained the circumstances in some detail. "What I suspected, a man of considerable talents. I see that Chris is here and most of your team."

I shrugged. "I consider Chris part of my team."

"I had heard the rumour. You work in mysterious ways, sir."

"Your intelligence network again! You are scary Alexander but then we all have our sources." I raised my eyebrows. He raised his eyebrows. "Just joking, Sir!" We were both chucking by this time. "Come, I can refresh your drink with the same or you can try another malt?" He looked at his watch and said not this time; they had to go. As the savvy CEO, he made the rounds wishing his staff a Happy New Year and spent a little time with other guests. Learn from his example Paul. It was obvious that Barbara had enjoyed her time with Andrew and some of the other guests. They left thanking us for the hospitality. Barbara reiterated that she was impressed with our condo. Alexander nodded his agreement.

My boss had turned up. He seemed to be taking everything in. He almost looked as if he was evaluating the crowd, the atmosphere and the condo. I figuratively threw up my hands and said who cares. It was a good visit and I now had a party to enjoy, our first big party. Soon we organized the men and rolled up the rug and had Tony put on some dance music.

The party went into a new phase. Those that didn't want to dance ended in the kitchen or the hall. I noticed that Phil and Julie were enjoying some of the younger members of both staffs and seemed to be really enjoying themselves. We danced a few dances and then went back to our host duties. I went into the kitchen to find Chris and Keith in deep conversation. They seemed to stop when I entered. Was I interrupting something? Nah, they were just being attentive to me asking if I needed any help. So I set them to thawing more shrimp, filling food bowls and the cheese tray.

No one seemed to be the least bothered by gay and straight couples dancing and holding each other after dances. I made certain that I circulated, spending time with office staff and friends. Alexander had it down to an art. I learned quite a bit about people that I worked with.

As we drew closer to midnight the couples seemed to get closer together. I watched Tony and Rob and loved to see them so happy and connected with each other. We organized the flutes and opened the bubbly a few minutes before 12. It was all on the table ready to go. We did the usual countdown. I had provided hats and noise makers. Pandemonium broke out a 12. I didn't care who was there and what they saw. I took Andrew in my arms and kissed him deeply. "Thanks love for the year that we have had. It has been the best year of my life. Lots more to come."

"Why do you get to say these things first?"

"Because you are slow?"

He kissed me again. "Lover, you have changed my life." I wiped the tears from his eyes.

I surveyed the room. Phil and Julie appeared to be having the same conversation that we were having. Rob and Tony were just engaged with each other; no one else was in their world at this moment in time. I noticed that Jerry and his wife were acting very formally with each other; she had seemed detached when I had talked to her earlier. I shrugged my shoulders. I saw Keith smiling at me and I went over and gave him a hug and a Happy New Year. Chris was not far away talking to some other staff members. I had seen him shaking hands with Keith at midnight and toasting each other. I went up to Chris. I smiled at him and pulled him into a manly hug wishing him all the best for the New Year. I was surprised when his body lost its tension and he hugged back. He pulled apart. "Paul, you have broken all my stereotypes. I can only thank you a lot. Happy New Year, you deserve it." Wow.

We brought out the main course and started to put the alcohol out of easy reach. I brought out the coffee, reminding people that there were lots of police out checking. I saw that many people had stopped drinking but I noticed that Chris had not. He seemed to be on a mission to lose himself in drink. I was waylaid by some people leaving at one o'clock. The party was breaking up. Quite a few of the people had walked or were waiting for taxis. I suddenly realized that Chris was really not in the best of shape. He had had much more to drink than I thought.

"Keith, can you help me? I think that Chris is wasted and I don't want him driving. He can stay here on the couch or you could drive him home."

"I have a couch at my place. I'll take him with me. I stopped drinking quite a while ago. By the way, I really enjoyed tonight. Met some interesting people." I raised my eyebrows. He knew what I was asking. "Possibly."

I went over to Chris. "Looks as if you really had a good time. Did you drive over?" He shook his head in a yes and pulled out his keys." How could I be so lucky? I took them looking at them. "Hey is this one of those keyless cars." He nodded yes and I pretended to examine them. I called Tony over. "Tony, Chris has a keyless car." I whispered to him asking him if Chris should be driving. He engaged him in conversation and shook his head no. Quietly, I asked Tony to talk to him. I kept the keys. Tony was good. I finally heard Chris say that he had no place to sleep if he didn't drive.

Keith looked at him. "Come on. My couch is free and I have lots of ibuprofen and coffee for tomorrow morning." Keith muttered that he hoped that he had lots of plastic bags in case Chris didn't make it to the bathroom in time. I made a mental not to forget to give him some bags. They left with plastic bags and Keith guiding Chris carefully down the hall.

Rob, Tony, Phil and Julie helped us put the food away and load dishes and glasses into the return boxes for the rentals. Then we loaded the dishwasher and I put the makings for coffee in the machine with instructions for the first up to turn it on. Rob and Tony left with a look to each other that said the evening had not ended. I looked at my guy and his eyes were intense and almost steamy. We said goodnight to Phil and Julie and I gave them an exaggerated no noise sign. Phil gave me the finger. Phil was growing on me.

I tackled Andrew as we entered the room and ended up on top of him on the bed. We invaded each others mouths and his hands roamed my back and eventually under my shirt. It felt so good.

We broke the kiss and he finally spoke. "What an incredible evening, our first party. I think that Barbara Grey likes me."

"Likes you. I hope that you are not looking to replace me."

As he spoke, his fingers stroked the outline of my erection in my pants. "She could never replace you. Big guy." He squeezed my erection as his said the words 'never replace you' and as he emphasized the words 'big guy'. We both started to laugh and then continued the kiss.

I was so turned on by the evening, the kiss and the little interplay of jests, that I really didn't know where to start. Luckily, tonight my partner did. I could tell that this was going to be a night of intense love making. He started by manoeuvring me off of him and then he slowly took off my shirt. Then it was his fingers, mouth and tongue all over my chest, nipples and down my front to my belt. Each lick or nip of my nipples caused me to make a noise in my throat. I watched him as he slowly undid my belt and zipper. He took my pants off with excruciating slowness. My erection sprang up to a little smile from Andrew and a little sound of appreciation. I think that he muttered that Barbara didn't stand a chance.

Have you ever had someone just lick the head of your cock not touching anything else so that all the sensations were focused in that one spot. When finally my pleadings worked and the head was surrounded by a warm, wet mouth with the tongue still working its magic, I figured that I reached a pinnacle that I could not surpass. Wrong yet again. After he finished deep throating me, his tongue was on my balls, licking and then sucking them like rare delicacies. Waves of pleasure ran through me. I finally stopped him and insisted that I undress him. He said no. It appeared that he really was in charge this night. He stood up and slowly stripped with me lying on my side watching him.

It was so erotic to see my lover slowly reveal himself yet again to me and the look of intensity in his eyes increased the eroticism. He was finally naked. How I loved that lean, toned body. The light hair on his chest, the narrow waist and beautifully proportioned cock that was at a 45 degree angle, red, inflamed and pulsing slightly. I wanted to touch it but he stood there and then turned so that I could see his ass. Oh shit, he knew my weakness. When he finally turned around, he was smiling at me.

"You like?"

"You have no idea how much."

"Your eyes and some other parts of your body tell me." He moved toward me. "No touching with your hands!" He moved and placed the head of his erection on my lips. I opened my mouth and he pushed in until just the head was in. He thrust gently in and out with just the head. He moaned as he went deeper, never going too deep. His taste, his actions turned me on even more. I felt filled with sexuality and need. He came out. He said nothing but brought out the lube. His fingers in me lit the fire completely. When he finally entered me as we kissed, I could only moan deep in my throat. There were tears in my eyes. He was so gentle but everything was firing every nerve in my body and my brain. We made love for a long time. He stopped several times so that we could literally cool down. Eventually, I was ready and needing to explode and his movement were becoming more insistent and intense. He finally raised himself up on his arms holding himself above me. He smiled and nodded his head giving me the OK to stroke myself. Nothing was said. We knew what the other wanted. I started first with a huge explosion that reached my shoulder and then my chest. I accentuated the natural contractions hoping that it would finish him and it did. I felt him push in and stop. The look on his face was pure erotic pleasure. I was sure that I could feel him contracting as he shot in me. I messaged him with my muscles. He was very vocal. Whoops, I would hear about that tomorrow morning.

When we finally got out of bed the next day, I could smell coffee brewing and chat in the kitchen. I went down the hall and Phil and Julie were sitting side by side having coffee and holding hands. Phil looked up at me with a really nice smile. "You get one free, the noise that is. Thanks for the great party. We had a special time." Julie nodded her head vigourously. I gave them both a quick hug.

We were lazy for most of the day but finally readied ourselves for Keith, Tony and Rob who we had suggested to come over for supper to eat up the mountain of leftovers. A surprise was in store. Keith phoned in the late afternoon asking if he could bring Chris. Chris had stayed the day and he had intended to get his car and leave. I told Keith to explain the evening so he knew what he was getting into. We were going to eat, relax and then watch the New Years celebration from Vienna with the Vienna Symphony. Mom had insisted that Andrew and I watch it and knowing Mom, she would want a report. Chris and Keith turned up together. We heard all the gory details of Chris' hangover but there was a vibe, a feeling that they had enjoyed the day together. I told myself to shut up and make no comments. Maybe I was learning.

I had warned them what to expect. I did not anticipate their reaction. There were the ohs and ahs over the gilt and extravagant architecture of the Musikverein. But the guys were simply stunned by the flowers that were everywhere in the hall. They enjoyed the music, the performance of the conductor and what really surprised me was that they all talked in superlatives of the ballet dancing in the old palaces of the former Austrian Empire. It looked as if this might become a tradition in the years to come. Mom was so pleased when I told her in detail of the reactions. Andrew expressed his reactions in a very physical way, after everyone was gone or in bed. I figured I would make that part of the tradition as well.

Back at work. It was going to be a busy several months. We had set to work immediately on sending engineering details to the French team. We worked hard. On the second day back, Keith had some specification questions for me. When we were finished, I gave him a look. "Anything that you want to talk about?" I had seen him and Chris talking during the day and eating lunch together. I had had more vibes.

"I wondered how long it would take you. You are too damned perceptive. You see everything." He told me the story. They had arrived back at his place on New Years Eve and Chris was amorous, no, horny. Keith had been astonished and very wisely told Chris that he would not do anything with a guy who was drunk. He was firm and he finally got Chris in bed and asleep. He said that he didn't want to ruin a friendship and he didn't want angry recriminations the next day. He was surprised. After coffee and ibuprofen the next morning, he received an apology and a thank you from Chris. He also heard over the next hours a long exposé from Chris about his feelings and personal situation. They agreed late in the afternoon that they would see each other and see where it would lead. All Chris' anti gay talk had been fear for his own feelings and his inability to sort them out. He said that he would keep me posted but no comments to Chris. You could have blown me over with a feather. Hmm, better not repeat that phrase to Andrew. On second thought, maybe I would.

We were doing very well and emails, faxes and Skype conversations were flowing often with Paris. Language didn't seem to be a problem. Towards the middle of the second week back, one of the team members brought me some calculations that she couldn't figure out. They had been made by Jerry and they were wrong. We corrected them. I was debating what to do; they were a minor error but still an error. The next day I was going over a report to be sent over to France when I stumbled upon some inconsistencies. They were major and as it turned out they had been done by Jerry. It was a Thursday and I took them home and spent a fair amount of time correcting them. I had observed Jerry that day and he looked exhausted and totally unfocused.

I saw him in the late morning on Friday and he looked really out of it, tired, slightly dishevelled, not the Jerry I knew.

"Jerry. What are doing for lunch?"

"I am not that hungry. I may grab a snack downstairs."

Not eating either. I made a snap decision. "No, I think that you and I are going out for a bite to eat." He looked as if he were going to object. I simply shook my head. "Jerry, we are going for lunch now." He read the iron in my voice. Did I notice a bit of relief in his face and posture?

You are never prepared for this conversation. He and his wife were having problems. It had escalated over the holidays. She was staying our late and being vague about what she was doing or just telling him to butt out. Their sex life was non existent and she became defensive or offensive when he brought the topic up. He suspected that she was having a affair. He wasn't sleeping and he was feeling lethargic and out of it at work. Shit what do you say? I felt right out of my depth.

"Jerry, I am no good at this stuff but I know one thing. You need sleep." He shrugged to say what can I do. "Jerry, do you have a doctor?" No was his answer. "Can I phone mine for you? You need sleep even if it is chemical! I know what I would feel like if I wasn't getting any sleep and I certainly would not know how to handle my partner or a situation like this without sleep."

It looked as if a light bulb had gone off in his head. My doctor was an old friend from University and we did little favours for each other. I had installed a lot of his computer system. By mid afternoon, I had an appointment for Jerry with my doctor at 5 that night. He did it for me as his last unscheduled appointment. That is called a miracle in our medical system. I knew that Jerry was desperate and from his thanks, I was certain that he would go when I ordered him to leave early to make the appointment on time. I asked if he wanted to get out of the house Saturday or Sunday. There was look of relief on his face. It looked as if I was throwing him a life line. In fact, I invited him for lunch at our place on Saturday and he could stay as long as wanted. An idea came to me. I phoned James, our lawyer, and asked him if he knew any really good marital counsellors that they used in their practice for clients. Brilliant, he gave me two highly recommended names.

Andrew smiled and gave me the nicest look when I told him the story. He would stay for lunch and then go out and do some chores that afternoon so that we could talk. When Jerry came in on Saturday, I took one look at him and gave him a big smile. He already looked better. "Aren't chemicals great?" I had asked my doctor to start with sleep and not jump to antidepressants and he had told me that was exactly what he would do.

"Paul, I already feel more in control. I decided to leave today exactly as my wife has been doing without telling her what I was doing. She looked a bit shocked. I think that she has felt in the driver's seat and I have come across as too needy and compliant."

We didn't talk any more about the situation and had a great lunch. We went out and did some chores that I wanted to do and he did a couple. We were going to play some pool with the guys that night and I invited him along. He seemed reinvigorated when he left us that evening. He had agreed to phone each of the counsellors and make an appointment with one as quickly as they could see him. He also accepted the fact that, for a while, I would check his work just in case. He knew that this was just between us.

At our Monday morning meeting, I saw a rested, more confident Jerry. Nothing was said by either of us and he contributed in a really positive way to the meeting. As I was about to leave that evening, I received a telephone call from Mr. Grey's office asking me to drop in before I left.

We talked about the project and he was impressed with how it was going. "Paul, I hear that there were some errors in calculations last week. I assume that they were caught and fixed up."

"Grey's intelligence working as usual. Yes they were caught and the situation is being dealt with. I hope that is all you have to know; I am dealing with it actively and things are smooth." I used his old hand gesture.

Chuckling, "Mr. Watson, I trust your judgement and I know that if things are not working out that I shall be the first to know?" I liked his subtle approach.

I gave him an impish smile. I hoped that it was not inappropriate. "You seem to be the first to know all the time but I shall report to you personally if things do not go as they should."

"Thanks, Paul. You know that I am here if you need any help but if I know you, I suspect that you won't need it. See you tomorrow."

I could tell both from his work, his looks and his behaviour in the office and with the team, that he was dealing with the situation much better. He finally sat down with me and gave me an update over lunch late the next week. They were seeing a counsellor together and Jerry wasn't certain that he wanted to repair the damage with his wife. The 'cheating' with the guy had been going on for a long time and he wasn't convinced that his wife was totally committed to their marriage. He had met a few other woman over drinks after work and things had led to things and he was leaning towards a separation. It was at that point that I shared my experience with Peter. We were becoming very close. I let Mr. Grey know that the situation was in hand and he indicated that he was aware. I just shook my head at him. However, I had learned an important lesson to observe, to cultivate people and to listen carefully to what was going on around the office.

Phil was working out really well living at our place. He kept his room neat and helped with dishes and clean up. He even prepared the odd meal on the weekend. He spent most of his time at the college. He assured us that the courses was going well. It came out from a telephone message that he had phoned Chris whom he had met and liked at New Years and Chris had been helping him with some of the concepts and programing of his computer courses. I also found out that they had had some in depth discussions on sexual orientation. I was amazed. Phil told him that he had to make up his mind and he had to be honest with any person he was dealing with about what he was feeling and wanting. It appeared that he was seeing a lot of Keith and Phil like both of them. I had not pressed the issue with Keith but I had told him to bring Chris to the club if and when he thought he should. Phil was a dark horse who was impressing me more and more.

The French team were arriving in February and I suddenly realized that Andrew and I had not had a lot of time together alone. I had an idea.

I made certain in late January that we went out to some performances at the Centre for the Performing Arts and to movies with just the two of us. One night over dinner I made my suggestion, a weekend in Montreal. Andrew loved the idea. We left early the next Friday afternoon and arrived just after 5 at a little boutique hotel in Old Montreal. We were surrounded by old heritage buildings, cobble stone streets and some fine restaurants. It was windy and cold as hell but I had my guy and it was very romantic. I wanted to sing through the streets that I had my love to keep me warm. I had joined a choir and music was becoming really important to me again.

We had supper at a small bistro near our hotel. Wonderful service and great food. I used only French as I had to get back into regular usage of it. The waiter was impressed as he heard me switch between the two languages while ordering and discussing our choices. I think that helped explain the great service. I had also found a gay dance bar and club fairly close to the hotel and we arrived there around 10:00. The place was packed and the energy levels were incredibly high. The place was filled with some of the hottest guys I have ever seen. At one point, I caught Andrew staring at a hot couple.

I tapped his shoulder and he turned to look at me. "Any regrets." As I said it, I held up my ring.

He looked at me for what felt like a long time. "Yes, a big one."

His answer surprised me. "Well?"

"I really regret not meeting you sooner." I leaned over and gave him a kiss to remember.

The dancing was incredible. Both of us turned down several invitations to dance. Tonight was our night to connect and connect we did. Later, we went to the bar for a drink and a guy and his friend started talking to us. I was surprised at how well Andrew spoke and understood French. He had attended a late immersion program and he had developed a good accent. I had attended a French school up to the middle of high school when I switched to an English collegiate to develop my English language math skills and vocabulary. I knew early that I wanted to be an engineer and the universities that I was interested in were English speaking only. We did split up and dance with them but I had let the guy, André, who I danced with, know that we didn't do anything with other couples. We parted good friends after a wonderful evening. We exchanged business cards.

We were lying in bed, Andrew observed, "So you told André that we didn't do anything with anyone else. That is exactly what I said to Michael. So I guess you just have me."

"I could tell how aroused you were all night. They probably could too and wanted a piece of that lovely action." I fingered the outline of his erection in his rather tight pants. "Maybe it was that lovely butt that they were interested in."

"No, I would say that André was focusing on your spectacular body. Your pants were quite tight tonight as well. To say nothing of the shirt that hugged you chest. You were hot." Andrew raised his eyebrows several times.

"You want it? Come and get it."

"I want you where I can see you, all of you." Andrew stood up dragging me up. He steered me to the bathroom where he turned off the lights leaving just the lights in the hall on.

It was a strange setting but I knew what he wanted and I warmed to the idea. To see each other, all of us in 3D in the dim light. I kissed him with his back to the mirror and I could see that beautiful ass covered in the tight pants he had worn. No wonder André and Michael were drawn to us. I could see my hands moving over it, feeling every tight curve. When I took off his shirt, I could see his chest, tight and firm but I could also see the taut back narrowing down to his waist in the mirror.

"Not so fast. I want to see too." As he turned me around, he took off my shirt and ran his hands over my chest and nipples. I could feel myself tense and shudder slightly. "Now what I really wanted is right here." He undid my belt and zipper and in one motion pulled my pants off pulling them to the floor. He stood up and I could tell that he was watching in the mirror as he ran his fingers over my ass lightly pulling the short hair. He laughed as he felt my cock pulse with excitement. "You turn me on every time that I look at you."

I decided to let Andrew take the lead. I enjoyed it when he surprised me with his needs. He could be very inventive. We had had showers before we dressed for supper and so I was not totally surprised when he turned me to face the mirror, turned me partially sideways and ordered me to lift my right leg to the vanity. He kissed and licked me down my back until he was on his knees doing the same to my ass. What a turn on to see my rigid cock pulsing and Andrew's tongue nearing and then touching my entrance.

He must have read my mind. "Don't touch it!" He paused. "Smile if you want. You are mine tonight!"

I watched his hands move up my side and slowly move to my nipples. His thumbs and fingers encircled them and squeezed softly at first and then harder and harder. As he pushed his tongue against my hole at the same time, I knew that I was in for an amazing experience. Even I could see the surprise, then the pain and pleasure morph slowly across my face. "Andrew, I am yours. No questions asked."

He stood up and as he liked to do, he turned to the mirror so that we could both see him and he slowly took off his pants. As we looked at each other, he shook his head no. "Don't move." He left the bathroom and returned with the lube. He uncapped it and handed it to me. "You know what to do."

I made a move to put it on my cock. "Wrong. Very bad boy." I received two sharp smack across the ass. I closed my eyes and my faced must have displayed my intense pleasure. He smiled and gave me a questioning look. I smiled and carefully put lots on him. "Now, yourself, in the correct place."

It was erotic to see his cock glistening with lube and to see myself in the mirror putting the lube in myself. I was truly in another space as he came behind me.

I looked at him in the mirror. This time I wanted something. "I am going to place you exactly and I don't want you hesitate. I want you in hard and fast." I reached around, grabbed him at the base of his cock and moved him until he was right at my opening. "Go. Don't stop, please. All the way in."

He pushed in, hesitated for a fleeting moment checking my face and then quickly embedded himself in me. I had so many feelings. A little pain, a feeling of intense fullness, pleasure as he passed over the prostate and pure exhilaration that Andrew was in me. Then followed one our most exuberant and sexy love making sessions. We talked to each other. We crooned and moaned. His hands were all over my body and he finally started to stroke me. I managed to get one hand underneath and caress his balls and thighs. Several times I looked at our faces suffused in passion. He started to stroke my cock harder and faster as he pummeled inside me. As I neared my finish, I turned my head to him.

"Lover, nipples and a kiss will finish me." He kissed me as he pinched my nipples alternating between hard and softly. That did take me over and I watched as jets pulsed out of me. I could feel him speed up as I massaged him with my internal muscles. He called my name and exhaled as he started to finish in me. He was whimpering with pleasure and his face was mask that was flushed in a red glow in his cheeks. We kissed again. He eventually came out. I could feel his semen down my leg and could feel his wetness pressed against me as we turned to each other and kissed again. We starred into each others eyes knowing that we had connected on a different level tonight.

We spent the next day wandering around underground Montreal finally arriving at the Musée des Beaux Arts in the late morning. They had a special show that had very good reviews. We enjoyed it thoroughly. We wandered around the east end of the city finding a good bistro before we took the Metro to the Biodome to finish our afternoon. We went to one of the most highly recommended restaurants in Montreal that night. Spectacular! Later that evening was almost as inventive as the previous night except I was in charge.

On the drive home the next day, we chatted and talked like the friends that we were. At one point, we were just driving in companionable silence, I started to hum one of the songs that we were signing in my choir. He didn't know it but I had been asked to sing a solo in this song so I was already learning the entire piece by heart. I was half way through memorizing it but I still had a couple of months.

"What's the tune? It sounds very familiar."

"Oh, it is a piece that we learning for our concert in late April. It is from South Pacific, a lovely arrangement for an SATB (soprano, alto, tenor and bass) choir."

"Can you sing it for me."

I looked over at him with a soft, intense look. "If I could dedicate this song, it would be dedicated from me to you. I only know the first couple of verses."

He gave me a look. "Oh, you have got my interest. Please sing."

I cleared my throat, chose a starting note and started to sing the first two verses that I knew by heart.

Some enchanted evening You may see a stranger, you may see a stranger Across a crowded room And somehow you know, You know even then That somewhere you'll see him Again and again.

Some enchanted evening Someone may be laughin', You may hear him laughin' Across a crowded room And night after night, As strange as it seems The sound of his laughter Will sing in your dreams.

When I finished, I looked over at Andrew. There were tears in his eyes. Not much I could do as I was driving the car at 115 kilometres/hour. I did grab his hand in mine. "Andrew, a wonderful weekend. Someday I shall sing the entire song just for you. You know that the song does say it all for me." That didn't help the tears but it did bring a soft kiss to my hand.

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