My Boss, My Lover, My Friend

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• I want that by noon!!!

That was my boss, who had just dropped a pile of papers on my desk. It was totally impossible to have all that finished in less than an hour, but I knew my boss was not joking. Just the tone in his voice was enough for me to know I had to move my ass and have those reports done by noon! When he was in that mood, there was no arguing with his decisions or demands. What he told you to do, you just did it. Point final. So I took all the papers and started to go through them. As I was reading I realized it was the second time I read them. I already had done that report! And if my memory was correct, I had even sent it to him by e-mail. I went on reading just to see if there was anything new in this file, but came to the conclusion it was all the same old stuff. So I went to my e-mails and searched for the one I sent him earlier in the week. There it was! I opened the e-mail and the attachment and everything was there. I checked the e-mail address to see if I had sent it to the right one and there I saw it. I had forgotten the dot in his name. So, I just wandered who in hell received it as I had not received any message that it wasn't sent or anything like that. Jeez ... how had I been so careless? That was totally not me at all.

I looked at my watch and saw that I still had some fifteen minutes left before noon. I would really wait till the last second before sending it, not letting my boss know I had made a mistake and so had done the work in the very short time he let me. Nonetheless, I didn't want to pass the time and eventually forget to send it, so I programmed the sending for twelve o'clock sharp. As I was suddenly free, I went to the office kitchen and served myself a coffee. Then went outside and lit a cigarette. A few of my colleagues were there doing just the same. As I inhaled deeply the fresh air, I suddenly had my sight blurred. I had to steady myself and grabbed the back of a chair so to not fall over. What the hell was going on? I felt dizzy, had problems seeing things and on top of that, I started to have problems breathing. I didn't throw my cigarette away; it just fell out of my fingers. I tried to focus on the chair to sit down, but I couldn't. Apparently, one of my colleagues noticed my strange behavior and came over concerned to see me like that. I vaguely heard him ask me if I was all right and I wanted to answer him, but nothing came out of my mouth. I tried to sit down, but it didn't feel right. But I had to as I felt my legs didn't support my body anymore. Another co-worker was mentioning that I looked very pale. I just couldn't understand what was going on. Then suddenly, a sharp pain went through my chest. I lifted both my hands to it and that was a big mistake as I just fell over and found myself lay down on the floor. I was in such a discomfort that I didn't know what to do or say.

Just at that time my boss came out for his smoke and saw what was going on, asking the others what happened. He knelt down next to me and looked me in the face and than shouted:

• Call an ambulance! NOW!

Time suddenly seemed to slow down. Everything around me was in a blur and every movement seemed to go by in slow motion. I must have lost consciousness as the next thing I know, the paramedics were at my side. My tie was loosened and the first two button of my shirt were opened. They were lifting me on a stretcher and soon they were carrying me away. My boss didn't leave my side at any moment and was half walking, half running next to the gurney. Before I even knew it, I was wheeled down to the basement where the ambulance was waiting. My boss got the permission to stay with me, and he held my hand.

• I am sorry I shouted at you, he said.

I wanted to answer him and say he didn't have to worry, but once again the words didn't come out of my mouth. Soon enough the loud siren made it really impossible to talk at all. Despite of the siren, my boss leaned forward and asked me if there was anybody I would like him to call. I couldn't say anything so a slightly moved my head from right to left to indicate there was nobody.

We reached the hospital in no time. I was wheeled into emergency and before I realized it, the nurses had cut off all my clothes and put a sheet over my now naked body. I was not in a state to protest anyway, but that suit had cost me quite some money! They were doing their job. The doctors were around me and checking out my vitals. One of them put a little pill under my tongue and told me to let it dissolve. I wondered how it would dissolve as my mouth was as dry as if I had eaten sand. Despite of that, my sight came back to normal bit-by-bit. At least I could again focus on the things around me and my breathing was once again coming back to a normal rate. I started to feel a lot better, but I was nonetheless scared to death, not knowing what was happening to me. A doctor came in.

• Well, Mr Spencer, or do I call you Steve? He asked.

I just nodded.

• You just scared us a bit, didn't you?

He smiled and had a nice face to look at. Although he was wearing that typical white doctor's coat, he seemed to hide a nice body underneath. He held my hand and I could actually feel his energy flow into me.

• We ran the necessary test and I can confirm to you that you just did a myocardial.

I looked at him, not knowing what he was telling me in his medical terms.

• To say it in easier way, you just had a heart attack. We'll keep you in here in intensive care for a few days to be sure you are all right. We also will have to go and see more closely if any arteries are completely blocked or on the verge of provoking a second heart attack. We'll take care of you and try to get you back on your feet as quickly as possible. Do you want your friend to come through for a few minutes?

• He's my boss if you refer to the person that came with me in the ambulance, I answered.

• Ok! Well, you can say your boss is quite concerned about you and wants to do everything that needs to be done to have you back on your feet. He really appreciates you!

The doctor left and after a few minutes my boss came in. He had a shy smile on his face. That was quite a contrast to what I had seen of him during the years I was working for him.

• You look a lot better already, he said.

• Thank you, I also feel better. Thank you for all you did.

• Don't mention it. Just get better. That's the only important thing! The doctor told me they are going to keep you here for a few days in intensive care and have a look at your heart to see if you need stents. Please, don't try to hurry things. Take your time to get back on your feet in perfect health.

After that we had some small talk. I told him the pending things on my desk. When the nurses came in to wheel me to intensive care he left telling me he would be back very soon.

Ok, I had suffered a heart attack, without even knowing it was that serious. I felt fine! I didn't know why I had to stay in hospital and even more in intensive care! I felt good enough to just stand up and go home. I almost felt guilty of taking up a space in intensive care. Surely there must be people who needed it more than I. I commented it to an elderly nurse, but she said my condition was serious and I just had to rest and get better and left me with my thoughts. As in emergency they had taken all my clothes off but also the few jewelry items and also my watch, I had no idea what time it was, but I knew I was bored. Every hour a nurse came in to do a ECG (electro-cardiogram) and check on my heart function. I soon enough heard I was not permitted to have neither mobile phone nor my laptop to pass the time. They told me that at the very most I was allowed to have a book or a magazine, but that was it.

The following morning I was taken into surgery to have a arteriography. The surgeon explained to me what he was going to do and it sounded quite scary. But hey ... I was here so they could take care of my problem, so I let them. A small tube was introduced in me through a little hole they made in my groin and with a camera they could go and see the state of my arteries around my heart. While they were at it, the doctor explained me every step of the way. I just had to stay still and not move an inch. As they had me locally numbed, I didn't feel a thing, but nonetheless I was awake! The doctor told me he had to put two stents to open up two arteries as the one that was completely blocked, and that caused the heart attack, could not be saved. What could I say? I was lying there, completely helpless and in the hands of professionals. The doctor told me those things very matter-of-factly and didn't leave me any choice. He was doing it and that was it. After the surgery I felt quite exhausted and slept most of the day.

The following days I was wondering even more why they kept me in. At each visit, my boss came by and told me not to worry about the office, that the colleagues had taken care of my pending things and that everything was all right. Despite his reassuring words I had the strong feeling it was not the truth and was worried that the things didn't go as well as he pretended.

Once they released me from intensive care, and sent to a normal ward, I felt even more like going home. At the first visit of the cardiologist I was glad to hear him so positive. He said everything was going as he had expected. It was on a Friday and I asked him when he was going to release me to go home and as he said on Monday I asked him what was going to happen during the weekend. He said it was just observation as he thought I was doing fine. So, staying in for the weekend where they were not going to do anything seemed an aberration to me and I signed myself out. I got the necessary prescriptions for the chemist and called my boss to ask if he come and get me.

• I'm sorry, I don't know who else to call and my car is at the office, I said to him.

• Don't move, I'll be there in a quarter, he just answered.

True to his word he was there in exactly fifteen minutes. I had an other problem: I didn't have any clothes as the nurses on my arrival had cut my clothes to get to me as soon as possible. So, there I was, in a hospital gown and nothing else. So, my boss asked me if I wanted to go over to my place and get me some clothes.

• No, don't bother. It seems to be a nice day and I guess they've seen more than one going out of this hospital in this type of a clothes, I smiled.

So, the nurses wheeled me to the exit while my boss went for his car. We both arrived at the exit at the same time. I thanked the nurses and got in his car. We were on our way in no time. I was surprised that my boss didn't even ask for any directions towards my condo. When I mentioned it he just said:

• I know where you live Steve. It is my duty as a boss to know such things.

And so he stopped just at the entrance of my apartment block. He parked his car and helped me out although I didn't really need any help. I was feeling fine and didn't know why they had kept me all that time in the hospital. I only had a bag in my hands with the cut off clothes and the belongings I had at the moment I was admitted to the hospital. I fished in the bag to retrieve my keys, but they were not there. It's then that I remembered leaving them in the drawer of my desk. Strangely enough, my boss showed them to me saying:

• Yes, indeed, I went through your drawers as I thought you had the same habits I have: leaving my keys in my drawer as soon as I reach the office so they won't bother me in my pocket.

Boss was surprising me by the minute. He was so considered and apparently thought about everything. What surprised me even more is that he was taking his time with me. I never saw him coming in late or leaving early. I never saw him leaving the office, except to meet clients. And here he was, taking time off to care for me. I started to see him with different eyes.

We went up to the penthouse. Yes, I owned a penthouse. I bought it after my parents died. I bought it because I knew I had to invest the money before spending it on stupid things. So, when I found this penthouse and heard the price, I didn't hesitate. After signing the deed, my bank account was almost equal to zero, but I had my own place. Over the years I had decorated it and now it really felt home for me. I had a roof over my head and a cosy place to live and I was actually quite proud of the way it looked. I also had a nice size terrace, as it was the penthouse.

When my boss came in, he whistled.

• Quite a nice place you have here Steve. I'll have to reduce your wages if you can afford such a place.

But he laughed saying that. I invited him to sit down while I dressed and once again he surprised me saying that I didn't have to bother dressing for him. I looked at him with a questioning look but he said nothing more. Despite his comment, I went into the bedroom and slipped on underwear, jeans and a T-shirt.

• Feels good to be clothed after so many days completely naked, I said.

• As I am more of a nudist myself, being naked feels natural for me, but I can understand what you mean, he answered.

It seemed to be that the day would be full of surprises! Once again my boss let out a piece of private information. That was another first I noticed about him. At the office there was quite a lot of gossip about him, but only because nobody knew anything about him. So, the ladies started to imagine things and some of them thought that what they imagined was the truth and spilled it out like that. I knew better than to participate in that gossip and even believing a single word of it.

I offered him to make some coffee, but he declined. He said he had to go back to the office as he still had quite a lot to do. I asked him if I could go with him to get my car and he just suggested that he would have it bring it over in the afternoon. He thought it was better not to drive yet.

• You just are recovering from a serious heart attack Steve. Take it quiet please. Don't over do things. I know you say you are feeling perfectly well, but the cardiologist advised to take it easy. Don't worry about your car, I'll it is here before six o'clock.

With that he stood up and walked to the door. Just before opening it he turned towards me and was about to say something, but he didn't. I thanked him profusely for taking the time to bring me home, but he acted as if it was the most normal thing in the world. We shook hands. It lingered just a second longer than what it should. I looked him in the eyes and he returned my look, once again on the verge of saying something, but he didn't. Suddenly he was out of the door and out of my sight.

I was wondering what had just gone on. My gaydar is the absolute worst. My boss didn't have by any means the look of a gay guy, whatever that is. I had never seen him checking out a guy or even look at one as a matter of fact. But than again, I had only seen him at the office where he was ... the Boss. He didn't interact a lot with the people who worked for him, except on a very professional basis. I had never looked at him closely. I tried to remember his features. I tried to look at him in a different way as he has acted quite different to what I was used to. He was not really a handsome man, but not at all ugly either. He must be something around his forty, dark hair with a few grey ones coming up at his temples. He was always perfectly shaven but in late afternoons you could see the famous five o'clock shadow on his square chin. He was always perfectly dressed in suit, shirt and tie that showed he must have a toned body with no fat. He seemed to do a little bit of sports to keep such a body in shape. His eyes were an undefined color, but I had been able to experience profound and concerned looks in them. All by all, he was a fine looking man, as I said not really handsome but starting to wake my interest in another way than just professional. While I was dreaming about him I started to check out my kitchen and my fridge and noticed I had to throw away quite a few items after an almost two week absence. Just as I was about to take my keys and go to the supermarket, someone rang my bell.

I answered the intercom and someone said "Delivery service Sir". I had no idea who that was but pushed the button to open the downstairs door. A few minutes later the elevator stopped at my floor and a guy in the supermarket uniform came out with quite some bags.

• You are Mr Steve Spencer? he asked

I answered affirmatively and he brought in the bags he had in his hands, saying there were a few more in the van and that he had to go down to fetch them. He disappeared as quickly as he came and in no time was back with more bags. I had already looked in the first ones and discovered everything I needed to fill up the fridge and the cupboards. As I said before, it was the day of the surprises. When the guy from the supermarket asked me to sign the copy of the invoice as proof he had delivered it, I asked him who had bought those items and made them delivered.

• I thought it was you Sir. Have a nice day.

And he disappeared again. I was flabbergasted. Who on earth did this shopping and had it delivered? Who knew I was home as the doctors wanted to keep me in a few days more? The light bulb went on in my head! It could only be my boss. No one else knew about this whole thing but him and of course a few people at the office. The friends I had all thought I was coming home only next week and my family was thousands of miles away and we were not that close anyway. I grabbed my phone and called the office. I asked the receptionist to switch me through to the boss' office and I was speaking with him in no time.

• Did you order all these things at the supermarket and made them deliver?

My tone was a little harder than I wanted to, but it was not because I had a heart attack that I couldn't take care of myself.

• Don't be mad at me Steve. I did it just to help you. I suspected that with your absence you would have to throw away quite some food.

His tone was that of a child that had been yelled at by his mother. I suddenly felt guilty and was ashamed I hadn't thanked him yet. So I did.

• Don't worry; I'll bring you the bill!

I could sense a smile in his voice.

• Well, seeing I have everything I need in the fridge, why don't you come over after work and I'll prepare us a meal?

I had no idea where that was coming from. Me ... inviting my boss for a supper? I must have lost my mind somewhere along the way. We were no friends. We were not even close. He just took me to the hospital, visited me there and brought me home for God's sake. I just bit my lip for being so forward but he said yes, immediately and eagerly. We hung up and a million questions ran through my head. I couldn't understand what was going on. But I had no time to think a lot as my doorbell rang again. This time it was a towing company that brought back my car. I told the guy where to park it and then bring me the keys. I left the door open so I could hear when the elevator reached my floor.

The guy was up quite rapidly and for the second time today I had to sign a form to proof he had delivered the car. Then he handed me my keys.

• Oh, I almost forgot, he said. They told me to give you this.

He handed me a plastic bag and as I looked inside, I saw it was all the medicine that I needed. This time I didn't have to think who was sending this. I knew it! As I was about to close the door, the guy of the towing company made a last comment:

• That guy really cares for you! He said with a smile and then he winked at me, turned around and disappeared in the elevator.

What was that supposed to mean? I looked at my watch and saw I had not that much time left over if I wanted to have a decent meal on the table tonight. I went to the fridge and looked at what I had. Then I had a look in the freezer and decided to go for salmon with vegetables. I started up my preparations. While everything was well on its way I went to the bathroom to have my first shower in two weeks. In the hospital the nurses washed me without letting me come out of bed. It was quite an experience as they were really professional, but a shower was a lot better. I felt my whole body react to the warm water cascading over me. It felt wonderful. I brushed my teeth and shaved properly and when I left the bathroom I felt like a new person. I dressed casually and dressed a table for two. I even put a single candle in the middle of the table. I went back to the kitchen and finished my preparations. I put everything in the appropriate plates and put them in the oven to keep warm. At that exact moment my doorbell rang for the third time today, but this time I knew who it was.

He came in a bit shy and even a bit sheepishly, but that didn't last long. Soon enough he was feeling at home and even took off his jacket and his shoes. I was happy to see him so relaxed and even though I would never had done something like that at his place, I smiled seeing him feeling at home so quickly. He started rattling about the office problems and what was going on and bringing me up-to-date. You could really feel he was proud of his business and the people he was working with. While he was going on and on about it all, I had the time to observe him a little more closely. I withdrew my thoughts that he was not really handsome, because the more I looked at him the more I found him attractive. I could discern features that I had not seen before and the more I looked at him, the more I saw the real beauty in him. Yes, I thought, I could easily fall for this guy. But I had to be careful because I didn't even know if he was gay or not. Besides, everybody knows that when you get involved with your boss, it means that you can kiss your job goodbye. He was really easy to get along with and the conversation went from work to the weather, and from the weather to music and movies. Once we sat at the table you could see he enjoyed his meal. I love it when I see people who appreciate what I prepared. Our plates were soon empty and although I had thought that maybe I would have left overs for the following day, it was not to be. Boss ate everything I served.

After that meal we sat again in the lounge and went on talking and talking. I wanted to know more personal things about him and had about a million questions, but the conversation didn't go that way and I had no idea of how to lead it in that direction.

Around midnight he stood up and said he didn't want me to miss my sleep and suggested he would come along the day after to see if I needed anything.

• Ok, I said, but will Mrs Carpenter not want her husband at home during the weekend?

• There is no Mrs Carpenter. I am not married. And by the way, I guess that out of the office you could call me by my first name. Don't you think so?

• If you say so Mr Car... If you say so, Joe.

• Ok, that's settled than. Don't forget to take your medication and to sleep well. Your body and your heart need it!

And with that he was out of the door. I cleaned up before going to bed. I took my medication and brushed my teeth. After that I slipped between the sheets and turned off the light. I was still thinking about the day I had just lived and wondered where all this was leading me. Nonetheless, I fell asleep almost right away.

The following morning I was awake quite early, for a Saturday I mean. The sun was already high in the sky and it promised to be a splendid day. Joe said he would drop by, but he had not said at what time. As I had nothing special on my mind, I first made me some coffee. Yes, I know, the doctor said I should drop the coffee together with a million other things. If I followed his instructions, I would live a hundred years, but in what kind of conditions? All the things he said I had to leave behind were all the things I called "Quality of life". I agreed to watch out and try to have more healthy eating habits, but I was not prepared to give up everything, and coffee was one of them. Once I had enjoyed my coffee, I went to the bathroom to shave and shower. While drying myself I took a good look in the mirror and was quite happy with what I saw. I don't workout and I don't go to the gym, but my body was in shape. My hair was probably less abundant than some years ago, but still nice enough to look at. I have a nice smile, even if I say so myself, and a perfect set of white teeth. The hair on my chest was neatly trimmed and my treasure trail lead to a evenly nice trimmed bush just above a nice seven inch cock and a nice set of balls. Everything was well proportioned. My legs were hairy as well but not so much that you saw ONLY hair and my feet were a little bit small compared to my general height with a size 7. I wondered if Joe was hairy as well. Jeez, I don't even know if he is gay, if he wants me or not and yet I am thinking about his chest hair!

Just at that same moment the bell rang. I had quite a suspicion of who it was and I smiled at the idea. I wrapped a towel around my waist, as I didn't want him to have to wait too long. I had no time to dress. I pushed the button to open the downstairs door and left the door to my apartment open. When he came out of the elevator he had a bright smile on his face. As soon as he saw me, just with the towel around my waist, his face got serious. He entered and I closed the door. As soon as the door was closed he said:

• Shit!

Then he got closer, took me in his arms and kissed me softly on my lips. For a split second, I didn't now what to do but came to my senses quite rapidly. I responded his kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck. The first soft kiss turned to a passionate one and he squeezed me in his arms with strength. I held on to his neck and pushed my tongue in his mouth. We melted into one person. My cock was rock hard at his first touch and as he pressed himself to me, I could feel he was getting hard as fast I did. We made out for what seemed like hours, but it was probably only minutes. I loved the way he kissed and he did as well. His hands roamed over my almost naked body and I felt electric shocks going to all the nerve endings in my body. I felt his heartbeat in his chest, but I felt mine as well and it was going far too fast in my opinion. We parted lips and I held him at arm length from me. My head was spinning and it came to my mind that I had had a heart attack only two weeks before.

• Wait a minute Joe. I have to recover. This happened so unexpectedly and I can feel my heartbeat far too quick. Sorry, I love it and I am overwhelmed, but I have to calm down just a minute.

Joe suddenly seemed very concerned and led me to the sofa. He started to apologize as if he had committed a murder. I calmed him down and asked for a minute of space and air. He stayed there speechless. I concentrated on my breathing and forced myself to calm down. After a few minutes I felt my heartbeat decrease.

• I'm so sorry Steve! You can't imagine how guilty I feel, but when I saw you with that towel wrapped around your waist and the smile on your face, I couldn't hold back anymore. I've been waiting for this kiss for so long. You don't know it, but it is already such a long time that I love you!

I tried to calm him down and it was not easy. I told him I loved that kiss and wanted more, but that just the suddenness of his actions had lifted me off my feet. As I was completely relaxed now I asked him to come and sit next to me. As soon as he was sitting down, I got up and straddled him, sitting in his lap. I leaned forward and started kissing him again. He kissed me back. I held his face in my hands and kissed him some more while he held my towel-covered ass-cheeks. He tugged at my towel and it soon opened and let free my restrained manhood. All the while kissing, he squeezed my cock and it felt so good to have a man's hand on my tool. It had been quite long since that happened.

We parted lips and I asked him:

• You are the nudist you told me, so ... Why am I naked and you fully clothed?

His bright smile was again on his face and he pushed me aside, stood up and was out of his clothes in less time than I could say Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! And yes, he had a hairy chest! He sat down again and I sat back at my place in his lap but this time I could feel his hard-on at my crack without the trousers to prevent me feeling it properly. We resumed our kissing which was now more relaxed and with more love than animalistic passion. It was slow, sensual and erotic. Our tongues took their time to discover the other one's mouth. Our lips met again and rubbed over each other. Our hands roamed over the other's body, caressing all the soft places and the erogenous zones. I discovered that Joe's nipples were connected directly to his cock, as each time I squeezed them I felt a pulse in his dick. We were slowly, but surely, stimulating each other to a magnificent orgasm. I could feel my hormones get to live in my balls. I didn't want to come yet, but Joe was so great with his kisses and his caressing and pulsating his cock, that I knew I would be pushed over the edge by his ministrations. I moved my lower body over his shaft and he moaned out loud.

• Stop that or I'll shoot my juice in no time, he warned me.

But I couldn't stop, even if I wanted to. The look on his face was of such pleasure that it would be a shame to even slow down. I kissed him deeply while rubbing my ass over his manhood and his breathing started to increase in speed. I adapted my rhythm to his breathing and before long I felt the spasms in his cock while he erupted a huge amount of semen on my crack and my balls. Feeling his warm juice shoot on my balls sent me over the edge and I came as well. As we came down from our sexual height, we were still kissing with a feverish passion. We couldn't get enough of it. We kissed as if there was no tomorrow, but we eventually slowed down. Till we just gave each other little kisses all over our faces.

We knew we had to get up if we didn't want to stick together with dried cum. We took our time to shower and soap each other up. Of course we resumed our caressing and before long we were both hard again, but I warned Joe I had to take it easy on the sex part as the cardiologist had said so. At the time I didn't think it was even remotely possible that I would have a sexual encounter, but Joe had changed all that. As we got out of the shower our cocks were deflating but we could clearly feel it wouldn't take a whole lot to have them hard again. They went soft but not completely flaccid. We went back to the lounge and sat down.

• I guess there are a few things we have to talk about, I stated.

• Yes... I guess there are, Joe answered.

• So where do we start? I asked.

• Uff ... I don't know. What would you say if we started at the day I hired you?

• What?

I looked at him in total disbelieve. I was stunned because that was almost more than five years ago. But Joe just smiled and went on.

• That day, I remember it as clearly as if it was yesterday, you entered my office and you were actually radiating self-confidence. I looked you over and knew, even before you started to speak, that I would hire you. I know, it was totally irrational from my part, but I knew I wanted it you and not only on my team. You see, I have always been gay and closeted. I just submerged myself in my work to avoid confronting my being gay and openly admitting it. I was not ready for that at the time. You started your presentation and I was impressed. Apart from being just drop-death gorgeous you were intelligent and witty. During your presentation you even brought in some humor and originality. But I was already decided to give you the job because I had fallen in love with you on first sight. As months and years went by I learned to appreciate you as a human being and a fantastic co-worker. But ... I had to hide my feelings for you. At first I thought I had made a mistake because I was constantly thinking about you and my concentration suffered quite a lot. But I had to be professional. I pushed my feelings aside and the only way I could do that was pushing you even further and further each day into accomplishing the things I asked you. You never disappointed me. I was so proud of you but didn't even dare to tell you what I thought or felt. The day you had your stroke, I pushed you even further because I thought you finally made a mistake and it would help me getting you out of my mind. But just before I came out and saw you on the floor, I had received your e-mail and knew that it was impossible that you did it in forty-five minutes, so I knew you had done your work. When I saw you on the floor I was so damned scared! I thought I had been too harsh with you and that you took it quite seriously. But at the same time I was also scared to lose you just there and then. At that precise moment I decided that I would come out to you as soon as I had the possibility. The intensive care unit was not really the most appropriate place and during your recovery it was not really the best time. After last night, when I was laying in my bed thinking about you, I decided to tell you today. What I didn't expect was to see you almost naked in front of me. I lost it there and then ... and the rest is history as they say.

• Wow ... that's quite some story you're telling me Joe. Do you mean that you actually frustrated yourself out of respect for me?

• Yes and no, Joe answered. Yes it was respect because I was not hundred per cent sure you were gay. I suspected it, but I as not sure. So, I didn't want to impose on you. The "no part" is not as glamorous. I didn't come out to you because I was afraid to lose you on a professional basis if it were that you were not gay and despised your boss for coming on to you. You see, I didn't lose my professional benefit with you on my team. Sorry for that.

That was the moment when my stomach decided to growl like a bear in heat. We both laughed out loud at that and I thought it was a good idea to prepare some lunch. I got up and wrapped my towel around my waist, but Joe, faithful to himself and the nudist he was, stayed naked.

As we reached the kitchen, Joe asked me if I liked pasta. I love pasta! And then he went on saying that if the supermarket had done its work properly, there was everything here to prepare one of his specialities. He rummaged through the fridge and came up with all the necessary ingredients such as tomatoes, garlic, onions, beacon and ham and goat cheese. I prepared the tagiatelli while he was busy preparing the sauce. It smelled delicious. I opened a bottle of CunŽ, a Spanish wine from the Rioja. As we sipped our wine, I filled him in on how I had been discovering a new part of him that I had not seen during the five years working for him. He had a smile on his face, a smile of contentment. He said he was actually glad he had played his role to perfection seeing what I was thinking of him before the stroke. As he was so happy with it, I confirmed to him that that was what all the others at the office thought as well.

• What the others think is not really that important to me Steve. What you think is my absolute priority.

I got up and went around the table and took his face in my hands. I lowered myself a little and our lips touched once again. It was so tender and sensual. My tongue travelled over his lips, begging for entrance to his mouth. Joe entered in a playful mood and kept his lips sealed. I didn't care and went on and on licking his lips. I knew that if I went on long enough, his lips would open and my tongue would be able to dive in. So I went on till he did so and I was soon rewarded by his parting lips. I kept my hands at both sides of his face, but his hands roamed over my body, softly caressing each inch of my skin. As I had taken my medicine, I felt that my heart was beating at a regular pace without going over to the furious palpitations of earlier. That made me feel better. Joe slowly rose from his chair. We never stopped kissing even when we made carefully our way to the bedroom. Once there, I fell on the bed and drew Joe with me. He ended on top of me and we went on kissing. His kissing was magical. I never felt like that before. I was breathing in his air. I felt that we were one again. Our bodies were pressed together and I didn't want this intimate embrace to ever end. Although the kiss was passionate, we were in a very tender mode. Kissing, caressing and feeling that wonderful body contact that send jolts of joy through all our nerve endings. My brain went over into over-drive and all my senses and feelings followed immediately and in unison.

At that precise moment I knew I was falling in love with Joe. He fell in love with me some years ago and I could feel the love he was giving me. I was overwhelmed by this new awareness. I had had my share of lovers and one-night-stands, but what Joe was making me feel was totally new to me. I realized that in the past I had had sex, but that for once I was making love. Those new feelings sent a incredible impulse through my body and mind and I enjoyed the sensation. Joe's lips were everywhere, kissing my face all over and ending at my ears that he nibbled gently. Now, my ears are really sensitive and with my eyes closed I saw a million colors. As he then pinched my nipples and sent a new jolt of electric shocks through my entire being, I thought I was going to orgasm there and then. Joe sensed it and calmed down a little. He travelled down my body, licking and kissing all the places he reached until he was just above my pubic bush. He seemed to voluntarily avoid my cock and licked all around it getting to my testicles. He took first one and then the other in his mouth and let them roll over his tongue. My cock was so hard it almost hurt. I was writhing beneath him. I felt more alive than at any time in my life. With his lips almost closed, he pulled on my scrotum and my testicles left the warm cavern of his mouth with a plop. His tongue then went so slowly and teasingly over the vein at the underside of my shaft. It took him an eternity to reach my cock-head, but once he was there, he opened his mouth wide and engulfed my cock in his mouth. It felt like it was the first time someone did that to me and I couldn't form the words to warn him. I shot my load in his mouth, several spurts of juice filled his mouth and he went on sucking on it to be sure he had up till the last drop. When I shoot I get over-sensitive and my cock always deflates immediately. Not with Joe! Yes, the cock-head got really sensitive but I didn't deflate at all. Strangely enough, and that was a first for me as well, I wanted to go on and on with Joe. Whereas I normally would want to rest for a little moment, I felt almost re-energized with my orgasm.

Joe came up from between my legs and kissed me once more. I wrapped my arms around his neck and responded to his kiss with a newfound vitality. We rolled over the bed and I found myself on top of him. I tried to mimic what he had done to me, but I was not as patient as he had been. I hungered for his body and wanted his cock in my mouth as if it was the last thing on earth I would do. As soon as I reached his nether region I opened my mouth wide and engulfed his cock to the root. The contrast of his rock-hard manhood and the velvety smooth touch of his skin on my tongue urged me to take him even deeper. I had to fight a gag-reflex as his tool was not precisely small, but I managed to get him into my throat. As I was groaning and moaning I knew the vibrations of my sounds would go through his shaft and if the squirming of his body was any indication, he just loved it. It just gave me the necessary vigor to continuing my ministrations, licking, sucking and kissing that wonderful shaft of his while cupping his balls and slightly squeezing them. That brought out a new moan and noises I had never heard before. Between ragged breaths, he asked me to turn around so he could get at my cock as well. We soon were in a 69 position and we both mimicked what the other was doing. Nonetheless, Joe let my cock slip out of his mouth and went first to my balls again, but didn't linger there very long. His tongue and mouth had other ideas and as he moved slightly upwards I could feel his hands on my ass-cheeks. He opened them up and I could feel his tongue slobbering my hole. The feeling was almost too good to be true and I arched my back, getting up and sitting on his face. I could feel his tongue twirling at my rosebud. He even put some strength in his tongue and tried to enter me. I relaxed enough to allow him entrance and I felt like discovering nerve endings that I didn't know exist. I was out of breath in a second and wanted to shout out what I felt, but even with my mouth wide open, no sound came out of it. All that my body could feel was concentrated in the perception of his tongue on my ass. He was lapping at my hole like a kitten on a bowl of milk. For the second time in less than fifteen minutes I ejaculated again. I shot my load on his belly and chest and I couldn't neither believe nor understand where it all came from. The most surprising thing was that my cock once again stayed rock-hard and that I didn't want to rest, I wanted to go on forever.

Joe sensed that I had come again, but just as I wanted to go on, he seemed to have the same feeling. He added even more spit to my hole and entered me with one finger. As he found my prostate, he massaged it carefully and the direct consequence was that I was oozing pre-cum although I had just shot my load. I loved the feeling of his finger inside of me and was even rewarded with a second finger very soon. I pushed my ass even more on his face, but that didn't prevent him from adding a third finger and continuing eating my rosebud. Just as his kisses and his tongue, his fingers did a magical job and I wriggled in Joe's hands. I was in heaven, but wanted to reach even further. As I straddled his chest, then his belly and finally his hips, I aligned my ass to his steel-hard cock. Without even thinking it could hurt, I lowered my self on him. With all the saliva that was there, his cock slipped in easily. I was relaxed enough to let him invade my bowels without any pain. I impaled myself on him and inch after inch he was penetrating me. Soon I felt his pubic hair tickling my ass- cheeks. I stayed still for a moment enjoying the fullness of this man inside of me. I had bottomed before, but this was new to me. It felt so good and right. I started a pumping action on his shaft and felt it slide in and out of me.

Suddenly Joe pushed me off of him and rolled me over on my back. He crawled between my legs, lifting them up till my ankles were on his shoulders.

• I want to see your face while I am doing this, he said. And I want to be able to kiss you as well.

He pointed his cock back at my most intimate entrance and pushed in slowly but forcefully. He alternated long slow strokes with little fast and hard thrusts. The sweat on his forehead fell on my face and my lips and I drank it eagerly. He then leaned down and our lips met once again, with passion and almost sending me over the edge once more. While kissing me, his hips went into over- drive and he was pumping inside of me hitting my joy button with every thrust. I couldn't believe it when I felt my hormones ragging in my balls. I looked in Joe's eyes and saw love and lust, but as he threw his head backwards and pushed forcefully in me, I knew he was going to fill my insides. One mighty thrust and I could feel the spasms of his dick and the juices coating my love tunnel. Just the thought of it sent me over the edge as well and I came for the third time.

Joe collapsed on me, trying to catch his breath. Even though he had his climax, he went on pumping at a slower rhythm till he stooped and just lied on me. I had my arms wrapped around his neck and my legs around his waist. We were too spent to get up and take a shower. Joe just rolled off of me and lying next to me he caressed my face and looked me in the eyes.

• This was the most incredible lovemaking I ever had, he said. If you don't mind we have to do that again very soon.

I smiled at him and told him that whenever he wanted, I would be there for him.

• I love you, I said.

I didn't believe my own ears when I heard me saying that, but in my heart I knew it was the truth. He looked me in the eyes and saw I was meaning every single word of that three-word statement. His eyes started watering and a single tear got out of his eyes and down his cheek. I didn't have to ask him if that was a tear of happiness, I knew it was. He kissed me without answering me straight away. He took his time before he said:

• I love you too, Steve. You just made me the happiest man on earth.

We kissed some more, but I felt my eyelids getting heavy. I was in his arms and felt really happy to be there. With images of a future together I dozed off and was soon asleep.

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