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From "Mr. Lemire and Me, Part 4"
"It was full dark when we awoke. I felt GŽrald's hard cock against mine. A piss hard on? I couldn't see his expression but felt him laughing against me. And then my stomach grumbled, followed by his. I started to laugh, too. We're acting like teenagers, instead of responsible, mature, men, Mr. Lemire', I scolded. And ain't it grand', he responded. But let's attend to some needs before others', he added. He got out of bed and stretched, showing off his incredible body. I got out of bed, too, and tried to copy him. We both went to full erections, admiring each other. I could tell he was trying to decide whether to change his mind about what needs should come first. However, as our stomachs growled again, he reached into his closet and pulled out a light blue robe. He tossed it to me and pulled out a royal blue one for him. We dressed and he led me out into his dining room, where a cold buffet awaited our dining pleasure. He smiled at my astonishment and said, Sometimes being the boss has its advantages.' He then sobered up. `Let's eat and talk about us. I think we need to.' I had to nod in agreement. It was time to talk about us."
As always, the food was excellent. We helped ourselves to thinly cut slices of roast beef with a wonderful horseradish sauce. The potatoes were lyonnaise and white asparagus completed the main course. Tomato slices over fresh spring greens added color to the plate and a balsamic vinaigrette added flavor as well. The wine had already been decanted for us, but its bouquet was that of a very good pinot noir. From Oregon or Burgundy? Dessert was a platter of fine French cheeses and excellent baguette. The water was sparkling, probably from France as well.
We deliberately didn't talk about anything serious during the meal. We tried to joke a bit and our conversation included "double entendres" about the incredible sex we'd had earlier in the afternoon. However, the seriousness of what was to come did cast a bit of a pall over what should have been a celebration of finally fulfilling ourÉourÉourÉ That was the problem, wasn't it? What word should follow our? I was unsure of the answer and guessed GŽrald was, too.
After we finished our cheese, GŽrald uncorked a very nice French champagne and poured us both flutes to sip on. We sipped in silence for a few minutes. He eventually looked me in the eye. We studied each other's expression and then each other's body. He certainly looked wonderful I thought, in his dark blue robe matching his eyes. His masculine face was framed by his dark hair. Some of his dark chest hair peeped out from the neckline of his robe. Strong legs appeared at the bottom of robe. I knew he was seeing my blond hair, hairless chest, and light blue eyes matching my robe. I waited for him to speak. I had a feeling his story would be much more interesting than mine.
Eventually he cleared his throat and began. "I'm now 61 years old, as you know, Steven. For a man of my generation and heritage, there was no question about marrying or not. There was only the question of when and to whom. The word "gay" was unknown. When I was 30 I got married to a fantastic woman. Even though it upset both our families we decided not to have children." He stopped. He stared into the distance, reliving the past. "After the first couple of years, it was clear something was wrong. We had both enjoyed sex at first, but our sex life slowly diminished. Sex became a routine, perhaps even a chore. Yet, we did continue to have sex." He stopped again, evidently trying to decide how many details to give me. He gave me a brief smile that lit up the room and went straight to my heart.
His expression then became more somber. "I think I knew, at some level, that I wanted something different and something more. But that wasn't something I was willing to admit." He stopped and looked at me. "Does this make sense, Steven?" "Yes, GŽrald", I answered. "And I am sure I already know what you were looking for!" He looked at me at first with surprise and then burst out laughing. "Well, after today, I guess you do!" he said. He laughed again and said, "Well the forty-year old me was not as perceptive as the fifty-year old you!" His eyes became reflective once again as he told me his story. "I hope this doesn't sound too ridiculous, but I finally realized what I was looking for at an out-of-town meeting." I merely nodded so that he would go on. "Let me try to figure out how to tell this with enough, but not too much detail", he said. I again nodded. He looked at me deeply, obviously trying to decide how to tell the next part of his story and how it would affect me. While part of me was a bit worried about what he was going to say, another part of me warmed, realizing how much he cared about how I would react to it. He seemed to have to pull himself together a bit and then went on. "About a year before this meeting we had someone new join the company. At that time I was a middle manager. Senior management had already told me they had seen promise in me. While I never thought then I'd wind up as CEO at the company, I knew I'd be in the upper levels of management. When this new dynamic guy joined the company a year before the meeting I was a bit worried and even a bit jealous at first. He was good, really good. He was really good with people. He could put pretty much anyone at ease. I guess I could even say he was charismatic." While part of me was hanging on to every word and guessing where this was going, part of me couldn't help but note the past tense and the "was". GŽrald was still talking. "He was a lot of things I wasn't. I've not easy with other people like he was. I tend to keep my distance and be more formal in my relationships." Except when you're not I retorted in my mind! Once again my expression must have told him what I was thinking since he barked out a brief laugh. "But that is because of him." He spent a moment remembering and then said, "I think Alan knew from the get-go that I was uneasy around him. I mean, he was not only charismatic, but was very good-looking, with his blond hair and manly body." Oh shit, I thought. Oh crap. GŽrald was not looking at me on purpose now as he continued. "However, I must have been very obvious in my uneasiness. Alan turned his charm on me then. He made sure that we talked often, and not just about business and the company. He learned about my French Canadian/QuŽbŽcois heritage. He learned about my love of good food and wine. He learned that I had been a champion swimmer at college. He noticed that, while I wasn't fat, I had a gut. Yeah, me, Steven", he responded to my surprise. "Yeah, I had a gut. It wasn't pretty. He started to encourage me to join his gym since it had a pool. He was persuasive enough that I did. I have to admit I almost never went back after my first swim there. I could only swim at a fraction of the speed I used to. I was really depressed that evening. I looked in the mirror and saw this out-of-shape middle-aged man. When had that happened, I wondered. After staring at myself and thinking, I finally realized I had a choice. I could continue like I was doing or I could take charge of my life and get into shape. And then I realized I didn't have a choice actually. I had to get back into shape. And I did. It took a real effort and months of work. But when I looked into the mirror again before leaving for the out-of-town meeting, I had to smile and laugh at myself. I looked good!" He laughed at seeing my vigorous nod of approval. "And I have kept that shape since."
There was a pause then as GŽrald prepared to tell me the next step in his story. Again he looked reflective, remembering the past. When he began to talk again it was a bit abrupt, "I don't know if Alan engineered it or not, but suddenly he and I were sharing a room at the meeting we were both attending. Normally middle managers at the company get a room to themselves at meetings and conferences. But this was the biggest meeting in our field for the year and this was the meeting hotel. So, the management of the hotel regretted quite politely that Alan and I would have to share a room. Well, why not I thought. It would be just us guys after all. It's not like I'd have to worry about sharing a room with a woman and my wife finding out." He stopped again and grinned a bit of a shy grin. "Little did I know!" he said.
"The first day of meetings went well. Alan sat near me and we exchanged comments often about the presentations. He often would touch my shoulder or back when making a point. Looking back on it, I should have picked up some cues, but just didn't. Anyway, I was enjoying hearing his ideas and comments. He really was a smart guy with a good analytic mind. I don't mind saying I was learning from his insights, too.
At dinner a small group of us from the company went out to what turned out to be a super Italian restaurant. It was `real' Italian food and a revelation. I hadn't experienced much real Italian food, with its emphasis on very fresh and well-sourced ingredients, and light sauces that enhanced rather than covering up the ingredients as well as fresh pasta. The wines were also great and we even had glasses of grappa as well as cappuccino and tiramisu to end a wonderful meal that took hours to consume." He stopped and his expression again became quite distant. "I wasn't used to drinking that much. While I wasn't drunk, I certainly wasn't sober either. Alan sat next to me in the taxi on the way back to the hotel. His leg kept rubbing up against mine and he became increasingly physical in touching me when making his points in an argument we hadÑabout what I no longer remember. And I was just drunk enough to start to touch him back when making my own points, without really thinking about what I was doing.
When we got back to the hotel he and I sort of held each other up as we made our way back to our room. We didn't really need to, but it felt warm and good to do it. I suddenly realized I might have a real friend here in Alan. I'd never been that close to many people, especially guys. I always thought of guys as competitors. But as I thought back over the year since he arrived at the company, he had always been really nice to me. He had helped me with my work. He was the guy who helped me get back into shape. And he was a great guy, too, I also realized. Smart, funny, and really good-looking, too. Hey, stop, I suddenly thought. Where did that come from? Anyway, we made into the room. It was late now and we had a breakfast to go to early in the morning.
Alan immediately started to strip. Despite myself, I watched. He did it quickly and carefully. As each layer of his body was revealed to me for the first time, I couldn't help but admire and also envy him. Very soon he was totally naked in front of me. I was sort of incredulous. Who knew that under his suits he had the body of a god? He noticed my expression and laughed at me. He then did some body builder poses, showing off his body. Wow, he looked like Michelangelo's David, I realized, but a very blond version. It also finally dawned on me that even his penis was beautiful and looked half hard at least! He smiled at me, a naughty smile, and said, OK, Gerald, your turn. I want to see what my gym did for you.' I automatically started to strip for him, a little bit dazed, and still a bit drunk. Soon, I was just as naked as he was. Very nice', he said, with evident approval. He came right up to me and asked, "May I?' I automatically nodded yes, not quite following what was happening. He lifted up my arms and had me pose to show off my biceps and felt them with evident pleasure. He then took my hands and had me feel his hard biceps, too. After that he started to explore my naked body with his hands and pulled my hands to him so that I would do the same thing.
I had never felt a naked man before and certainly had never had a naked man feel me up either! It felt so strange, but so right, too. Alan's hardness and muscles felt so very good. His sculpted, hairless chest was a revelation. And when I touched his pink nipples, he moaned with pleasure. A few seconds later when he tweaked my dark nipples, I understood why! Damn! I had never thought about my nipples before, but damn that felt great! I moaned, too. He chuckled a bit and said, Gerald, I love your hard, hairy chest and your big nipples.' I heard myself answer, Alan you have a beautiful chest and nipples.' Where did that come from I wondered again?
Eventually our exploration got down to our cocks. When he touched my cock I moaned again and it shot straight out toward him. His responded similarly when I touched his. He interrupted our exploration when he said, Wow, Gerald. Your cock is everything I hoped it would be.' He then lifted our hands up so that he brought our naked bodies together in a naked hug. He looked at me searchingly and finally said, Well in for a penny, in for a pound.' He then proceeded to kiss me with passion! Holy shit I thought to myself! It was like someone had just tasered me! My whole body went into shock. My cock was now throbbing, too and I knew I was on the verge of cumming! He must have realized that, too, because he suddenly said Oh no you don't. Not yet. I've waited an entire year for this!' He released me and then led me to his bed. He turned down the covers and drew me into his arms, gently and softly. And once again it felt so right to be in his arms, as if we had been made for each other. We stroked each other softly and carefully, just enjoying the feeling of being together. Finally he said, we've got to get to sleep. It's late and tomorrow's breakfast is early. Let's enjoy this for now and make love tomorrow night.' I didn't really understand what he was saying but nodded anyway, still dazed and overwhelmed by what was happening. He then scooted down and took my cock in his mouth! Holy shit, once again! No one had ever done that to me before either! That felt so great! As sensation after sensation rocked me I dimly really his hard cock was right in front of my mouth. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound, I thought quoting Alan. I took his cock into my mouth and tried to duplicate what he was doing to me. I must have done something right, because I realized he was moaning and suddenly realized I had been moaning ever since he took me into his mouth.
Too soon, I hit the moment of no return. Everything tonight overwhelmed me. I came off his cock just long enough to say, I'm cumming!' Me, too', he hummed back. And in seconds we both started to blast in each other's mouths! Incredible, I thought! The best orgasm I had ever had! It took forever to come down from the high. I swallowed what I could of his blast but it came too fast and furious for me to swallow it all. I dimly realized he scooted back up to be face to face. But it again felt right when he opened my mouth to his and had us taste the remnants of each other's cum as we softly kissed and held each other's body tightly together.
I woke the next morning to a piss hard on and the incredible feeling of Alan's masculine nakedness next to me. I don't think we let each other go even once during the night. Something profound and life-changing had occurred last night. I knew I would never be the same again. And I nodded to myself, accepting that. Last night had felt right and this morning felt right. I now felt complete. That missing hole in my life had just been filled."
GŽrald ran down then. "The rest of the weekend was amazing. I never came down to earth. When I told my wife on Monday, she was not surprised. She was extremely sad and we both cried, but she wasn't upset. After much discussion we couldn't see any reason to get divorced. In fact in time the three of us started to do things together. After adding a female friend of hers to our group we started to travel and vacation together even, although I think we did confuse some bell hops when the men roomed together and the women roomed together. We all became excellent friends. When she and Alan both died from different cancers a few years ago within months of each other, I was equally upset and bereaved by both of their deaths. I decided then to live alone for the rest of my life without them." But then he finally looked me in the face. "That was until this blond guy gave a presentation to the company last month."
The tears had been flowing as GŽrald finished his long explanation. But now we were both able to give each other a watery smile. We hugged each other then and just held each other. No words were necessary.