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Opposites Attract
Chapter 2
They relaxed again, and Jeff lay back with his head on Michael's lap, as Michael ran his fingers over Jeff's body playfully. Staying there for hours, they chatted easily, confiding in each other, both finding it a strange but welcome relief to be able to open up completely to another person. Finally, around 2.00 am, Jeff began to get restless.
"Do you need to be somewhere?" Michael asked him, teasingly.
"No," came the slow reply, "but it's getting late, and Phillip will be concerned if I don't show soon."
"Phillip?" Michael queried, his face aghast. "But I thought you were, well, single?"
Jeff laughed quickly, and took Michael's hand in his. "I am! Very much so. Phillip is the one and only person, apart from you, who knows my secret. He's my housekeeper, my driver, my cook, just about everything. But he's not my lover. He'll be waiting outside with the car for me."
Michael looked impressed, overawed even. He'd never known anyone who had their own driver/housekeeper.
"I suppose you'd better go then," he said quietly. "You will call me, won't you?" The anxiety crept into his voice despite his attempts to hide it.
Jeff looked at him again, and Michael could see him thinking hard. He took a deep breath.
"I've never done this before, but, well ..." and he paused for a moment, before rushing on. "Michael, it's Friday night, or probably Saturday morning by now. If you don't have any other plans for the weekend, would you like to come back to my place?"
Michael's heart leapt into his mouth. He was dumbfounded for a second. "I, ah, YES!" he almost shouted, suddenly wanting more than anything to be with Jeff for as long as possible. "But I don't have another helmet, and my bike is downstairs, and I don't have any other clothes," he said, thinking aloud.
Jeff smiled wickedly. "I don't want you in any other clothes!" he said emphatically.
"But I have to get home eventually," Michael said, being practical.
"Leave your bike here, we can arrange to get it later. And I'm sure we can sort something out as far as getting you home, clothed appropriately."
Michael nodded. Throwing caution to the wind, he decided to take a chance, and enjoy himself while he could.
"Come on, stud," Jeff grinned, "Let's go."
He pulled his hood back on again, and Michael replaced his cap and glasses, admiring the view of Jeff's body, clad in beautiful leather, as they walked to the lockers. Michael collected his jeans, jacket and helmet while Jeff retrieved a mobile phone he had checked earlier. They confirmed with the desk attendant that Michael's bike would be okay in the carpark, and Jeff dialled a number on his phone.
"Hi, it's me ... yeah, five minutes, okay? ... oh, Phillip, I'm bringing someone with me." Michael could swear he heard the shock on the line. "That's right, see you in five." Jeff hung up, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "He'll be fine," he said to the question on Michael's face. "Just a little surprised, its never happened before, but you'll like him, I know."
A few minutes later, Jeff and Michael walked quickly from the lower entrance of the club into the underground carpark and, looking around to see there was no one in sight, Jeff pulled open the door of a large blue car with dark windows, motioning Michael into the roomy back seat, and following him into the vehicle. As the car pulled slowly from the garage into the street, Jeff grabbed Michael's hand in his own, and said to the driver, "Phillip, this is Michael. He'll be staying for the weekend, and I hope to see a lot more of him."
Michael glowed with this comment, as Phillip answered without turning his head. "Welcome, Mr Michael," he said firmly, as if they were meeting in a gentleman's dinner party, instead of being collected from a gay club, dressed in sexually explicit leather gear. Michael muttered a halting thank you, as Jeff sat back, a grin from ear to ear. Jeff's hand settled on Michael's leg, and slowly and sensuously made its way up until he was groping at the mound of polished black leather between Michael's legs. Michael sighed, lost in the wonder of what was happening, and his fingers sought out Jeff's again erect nipples, pinching them playfully.
Fifteen minutes later, the car slid quietly through an automatic gate and into a large garage below a huge house in a silent street. It pulled to a stop, and Phillip stepped out, opening the door and holding it politely as Michael and Jeff alighted. His face showed nothing, and he may as well have been holding the door for two suited businessmen as for a pair of leather clad men in chaps and harnesses, one's head hidden in a leather hood and the other's face obscured by a low cap and mirrored glasses.
Jeff calmly walked into the house, leading Michael up a flight of wide stairs and into a lavishly appointed bedroom. As soon as they were inside the room, he closed the door behind them and turned to his companion again. As Jeff dimmed the lights, once more the two men explored each other with their eyes, feasting on the sight of the leather encased body and bulging promise of manhood before them. They leaned to each other and kissed, their lips meeting and tongues jousting as they tasted each other, nibbling and biting with growing passion. Hands strayed over muscled torsos and fingers traced leather straps before they pressed against each other, hard and desiring yet again.
Jeff moved backwards to the bed, drawing Michael with him. He sat on the edge of the huge mattress and closed his mouth over the leathery bulge of Michael's clearly visible cock and balls. Michael sighed with delight as Jeff began to massage his leathered genitals, and his hands gripped at the black hood covering Jeff's head, revelling in the sensuous feel of the leather beneath his palms. Jeff reached for the snaps holding the codpiece in place, and released Michael's throbbing tool from its hiding place, diving onto his lover's prong and swallowing the hard throbbing fleshy pole. He resisted the urge to gag as he pushed his face onto Michael's penis, and slid his teeth all the way down the beautiful shaft until his nose was buried in Michael's pubic hair. Jeff worked the muscles of his throat around the pole of man meat buried in his mouth, and ached with joy at the sighs and trembling contentment emanating from Michael. He loved the feeling of having his face impaled upon the hard throbbing flesh of a man's cock, and it was so much more exciting when the man was someone special like this one.
Michael pulled himself from the heated bliss of Jeff's mouth, and slowly pushed Jeff back onto the bed. Jeff whimpered his need and Michael quickly swung around so that he knelt behind and astride Jeff's head. He kissed the prone form below him on the lips, powerfully and passionately, then broke the kiss and began to lick and nibble his way over Jeff's chin and across his chiselled chest, until he found the hard brown skin of his man's nipples. He licked at the tiny erections, then nibbled at them, taking each in turn between his teeth, biting firmly but not too hard and then blowing on the sensitive skin. Jeff moaned with pleasure at this attention, his cock fully erect and straining within its leather pouch, looking impossibly huge and inviting from where Michael stared at the black tube across Jeff's sculpted abs.
He leaned further forward, and Michael's lips made contact with the bulging leather mound at Jeff's groin just as Jeff closed his lips over the dribbling head of Michael's cock one more time. Michael ran his tongue along the black leathery rod and over the hide bound orbs of Jeff's nuts, closing his lips around the firm shapes and gnawing at the supple leather encasing Jeff's masculinity. Resting on his elbows, he lifted the triangle of black hide away with his hands, revealing Jeff's throbbing veiny cock in all its glory. As Michael closed his lips over the head of that beautiful meat, his own cock pushed its way back into Jeff's willing gullet, and the two men slurped and suckled at each other in the 69 position for uncounted minutes, each biting and licking at the hot pole of throbbing muscle sunk within their throats while they trembled with joy at the warm moist sheath enveloping their aching prongs.
Michael almost reluctantly lifted himself away from Jeff's cock, and slid his own prick from the mouth slurping at it noisily. But before Jeff could say anything, he swung around again, straddling his man, sitting his bare arse on the ridged abdomen and binding leather straps as his gleaming black legs pressed against Jeff's sides, the leather of his chaps rubbing against Jeff's bare skin. Leaning forward, his hands on Jeff's arms, he bent to kiss the man below him and as he did he felt Jeff's raging erection nudge at his arse. This was almost like riding a bike, he thought, but what a bike! A living breathing leather clad monster, trembling beneath him, between his legs, with a proud and solid dagger of flesh sticking up and pressing at his arse. Michael ached with the erotic sensations which assailed him. He reached for his jacket and retrieved a condom and a sachet of lube, and quickly placed the prophylactic over Jeff's cock, smothering it with the lubricant as he did.
Jeff gasped as he felt the latex envelope his prick, and sighed with delight when Michael's hands returned to pin his arms to the bed. With Michael's weight upon him, he could barely move, but he flexed his groin, and felt his tool lift and slide between Michael's arse cheeks. As the two of them kissed and wrestled like this, Jeff felt his prick nudge into place as Michael rotated himself into position, and then the man above him lowered his hungry arse down onto Jeff's rock hard pole, and Jeff gasped with the sensation of his weapon entering Michael's body. He trembled as he felt Michael's sphincter close around the head of his dick, and ached with desire as the incredibly wonderful feeling of Michael's body wrapping around him descended inch by inch along his manhood. As Michael's rectum swallowed him, Jeff marvelled at the pleasure concentrating itself in his dick.
Michael felt a twinge of pain as Jeff's steely cock was forced through his anus, then sighed with pleasure as that same tower of flesh nudged against his prostate and probed up into his body as he used his own weight to drive himself down upon the upright weapon. As he sank onto Jeff's manhood, he shuddered with delight at the incredible sensation of being filled by his lover's hot meaty poker. His butt came to rest against Jeff's thighs, and he clenched himself around the invading spear, then began to lift and drop again, fucking himself on the prone form of the muscled and leathered man below him. This was incredible! He rarely took the passive role in sex, preferring to be dominant, in control, but the feeling of someone else inside him was unbelievable. It occurred to him that in fact he was still in the dominant position, his arms and legs pinning Jeff to the bed so that his partner could not move, while his body humped up and down, faster and faster upon the fleshy spike within him, driving it harder and deeper into himself with each movement.
For his part, Jeff was in ecstasy. He was accustomed to being fucked, to have his partner use him and dictate the direction of their coupling. It was the combination of submission and hot sex that excited him, but he had never before experienced the erotic joy of being subjugated as he was, unable to move with Michael holding him in place, and at the same time thrusting his rigid, throbbing prong deep into the welcoming cavity of another body. As Michael hunched up and down on him, faster and faster, Jeff trembled and thrust, feeling his partner pound himself down onto Jeff and sending shockwaves of passionate lust through them both.
Their rutting, sweaty fuck continued as Michael heaved and dropped against Jeff's body and the two men groaned and gasped together. The musky aroma of perspiration and male sex mixed with the scent of tanned hide as the leathered bodies crashed against each other in powerful and passionate coitus, and Michael and Jeff raced each other toward thundering orgasm. Michael hit his peak first, a spasm rocking his body as his hand flew to his own cock and his voice tried to stutter a warning to his mate. Losing the last shred of control, he felt his nuts contract and his cock swell, and he drove himself down onto Jeff's prick with one final, ultimate fucking. As his cock exploded, his sphincter clenched in a vice-like grip around Jeff's pole, and Jeff responded with a strangled yell of passionate surrender, humping his body upwards and loosing his white hot cream into the rubber sheath clamped inside Michael's bowel. A torrent of cum poured from Michael over Jeff's stomach and chest, and a corresponding river of jism emptied itself from Jeff's cock into Michael's body.
"Un-fucking-believable!" was Michael's comment, whispered to his leathered partner as the tide of passion ebbed away. Jeff grinned back at the beautiful man encased in black hide still astride him, still gripping his slowly flagging penis within his arse. He knew in that moment that he had found someone special, someone he had to hold on to at all costs.
As the two separated, they helped each other remove the gleaming, polished leather adorning their bodies, and placed it carefully to one side, then collapsed into the huge bed together, arms intertwined as they kissed, happy and sated, before falling asleep contentedly.
When Michael woke the next morning it was dark, and for a second he was unsure where he was. A momentary alarm struck him, and then the memories of the night came back and he smiled. There was a weight on his right arm which proved to be Jeff's head, and he looked long at the strange yet familiar face. He knew the features well enough from his television set, but began to feel arousal coming on when he imagined them encased in the leather hood his new lover had worn last night. Michael leaned close to Jeff's mouth, kissing his forehead lightly.
The soft touch of Michael's lips caused Jeff to stir, and as he opened sleepy eyes a flicker of surprise crossed his face, much as it had with Michael, before realisation dawned, and a cheeky grin replaced the uncertainty. "Good morning, stud," he said, "Sleep well?"
"Uh huh," Michael nodded. In fact, when he thought about it he had slept more soundly than he had for a long time.
"Ready for some sunlight?"
Michael nodded again, and Jeff reached for a remote control on the bedside table. He pushed a button, and the heavy curtains along one wall of the room slowly slid open to reveal a bright sunny mid-morning. The view which presented itself through the floor to ceiling, wall-to-wall glass took Michael's breath away. Below them a lush tropical garden of palm trees and ferns bordered a crystal clear swimming pool, the far edge of which was paved with sandstone flag stones. Nothing could be seen past the paving except the sparkling blue water of Sydney Harbour, and across the water the green of trees from which the towers of the city buildings rose skyward.
"Amazing!" Michael whispered when he caught his breath. "What a sight to wake up to every morning."
"Yes, I never get tired of it," Jeff agreed, relaxing and letting his fingers play across Michael's chest, pinching softly at the hard skin of his lover's nipples.
As they lay there, delighting in each other's company, and the new experience of waking up with someone, there was a knock on the door. Both men jumped a little, and pulled the sheet up to hide their nakedness, before Jeff called out, "Come in."
Phillip entered the room and nodded to them.
"Good morning, Mr Jeffrey; Good morning, Mr Michael," he said, as if he did so every day. "I trust you both slept well. Will you take breakfast on the terrace, or shall I serve it here?"
Michael looked dumbfounded, but Jeff had recovered from the initial embarrassment of being in bed with a lover. He had known Phillip for years, and knew he would ignore anything but his job. "We'll eat outside, thanks," he said calmly.
"Do you have any preference for breakfast, Mr Michael?" Phillip asked, looking at the smaller man as though he were fully dressed and sitting in the living room, instead of lying naked alongside Phillip's employer.
"Ah," Michael stammered, "no thanks, whatever is easiest, and please, just call me Michael."
Phillip ignored this last comment. "In ten minutes then, gentlemen?"
Jeff smiled. "Okay, thank you." As Phillip left the room, he grinned at Michael. "You won't get him to drop the Mr'. It's taken me forever to get him to call me Mr Jeffrey' instead of using my surname."
"I guess it's all a bit much for me," Michael said quietly. "I've never known anyone who had someone living with them like this. Don't you get embarrassed with him hanging around all the time?"
Jeff thought about this a moment. "I guess not," he said slowly. "When he first came to work for me, I told him that I needed someone with absolute discretion. He was recommended on that basis alone. I figured if he was going to be here 24 hours a day, then he needed to know everything about me, and in fact, he's become a friend and confidant, more than a servant or employee. He is the only person who knows I'm gay, and the only one who knows about my love of leather. He's helped me through some tough times personally, and protects me, too. I never feel uncomfortable with him around, whether I'm naked or geared up in leather or any other time. And besides, he doesn't hang around permanently. Most of the time when I'm at home he keeps to his own section of the house, downstairs, and looks in on me from time to time to see if I want anything."
"Then why were you embarrassed when he knocked this morning?" asked Michael, curious about life with a live-in butler, as he had come to think of Phillip.
"Well," said Jeff slowly, "mainly because this is all new to me. I've never brought anyone home before." A look of uncertainty was on his face as he stared now at Michael.
"Then, thank you even more!" Michael said with emphasis, and he kissed Jeff again, tenderly.
"Come on, handsome," Jeff laughed, "Let's eat." He threw a shave coat around himself, and tossed a matching coat to Michael. "For the neighbours, and the tourists," he explained. "Phillip wouldn't notice if we were naked, but one drawback of living here is that the people on the harbour can see you if you're sitting nude on the terrace."
Together they made their way out onto a wide sandstone balcony that opened off the living room and overlooked the pool. Two comfortable chairs were drawn up to a glass table, and steaming cups of coffee were set beside glasses of juice and fresh pastries. Michael looked in wonder at the scene.
"I feel like I've died and gone to heaven," he said softly, "or at least to a fancy hotel!"
"I hope you get used to it," Jeff winked at him.
"All this and you too? Oh yeah!" he said enthusiastically.
Phillip appeared at the door behind them. "Is everything in order, gentlemen? Will there be anything else?"
"It's fine, thank you," said Jeff. Then added suddenly, "Oh, Phillip, Michael is concerned about walking around the house naked. He's worried that you'll be offended."
Michael turned a deep shade of red, and shot a look of daggers at Jeff, who grinned evilly.
"Not at all, sir," Phillip said to both of them. "I shall do my best to be inconspicuous, but please feel at liberty to enjoy yourselves, and ignore me completely should I inadvertently disturb you."
"Well, much as I like the look of him naked, and love it even better when he's kitted out in full leather ..." once again Michael was turning red and Jeff was enjoying the teasing, "... he needs some everyday clothes to get home in. Do you think you could organise something for him?"
"It will be my pleasure, sirs," Phillip said at once.
As he spoke, Michael swore he noticed the slightest curl of a smile on Phillip's face. When he left, Jeff laughed out loud. "He thinks it's wonderful that I've brought someone home, and he really likes you."
"How can you tell?"
"I've known him long enough to be able to see what he thinks, and he approves of you," Jeff said, certainty in his voice.
For what was left of the morning they lazed around the house, Jeff happily giving Michael a guided tour as his new friend marvelled at the lifestyle money could bring, and down inside a niggling worry began to hatch. Michael felt for Jeff because of who he was as a person, and lusted after him as the hooded, leathered god with whom he had made love last night. He didn't give a damn about the money or the fame that Jeff had, but he wondered whether they were too different to be together. Michael tried in vain to picture Jeff at Michael's tiny flat, and felt too that Jeff may have second thoughts about starting a friendship with him when he realised how uneducated Michael was.
But he put aside his doubts for the moment, and enjoyed the day more than any he could remember. They swapped their robes for a pair of light sarongs, which Jeff had to show Michael how to tie. They swam naked in the warm waters of the pool, and sunbathed on the sheltered patio. Phillip appeared two or three times with cool drinks, or to bring them a tray of freshly made sandwiches for lunch, and Michael surprised himself when he realised he was not at all uncomfortable when the older man suddenly appeared, even when they were completely nude and cavorting together in the pool.
As the afternoon grew into evening, the two men became noticeably closer, their playful contacts more intimate, and they frequently found themselves kissing, or holding hands, or caressing each other in the beginnings of arousal. By some unspoken signal, both men suddenly stood and faced each other, acknowledging their shared need and growing desire. Jeff led Michael into the bedroom again, and hit the control for closing the drapes, sealing them away from the world. Michael noticed with amazement that their leather gear had been carefully laid out on the bed, cleaned, dried, oiled and polished to perfection.
Jeff saw Michael's surprise and smiled again. "Phillip. He thinks of everything," he said matter-of-factly.
As one, they stood naked and embraced, then slowly, sensuously, they helped each other into the gleaming black hide. Michael had always enjoyed the ritualistic and erotic pleasure of wrapping his body in the beautiful rich dark skin, but this was so much better as he and Jeff dressed each other, taking their time to encase themselves in the tight, shining leather, and to admire themselves unashamedly as they did so.
They slept little that night. The hours passed in a blur of erotic bliss for the two leathered and lusty men. Fingers and hands followed eyes as they explored every centimetre of each others' bodies. They touched, they kissed, they squeezed and licked and bit, they trembled and tingled and they fucked. Time and again they filled the room with the sounds of pure masculine sex, gasping breath and squealing leather, excited groans and the squelching, slapping noises of skin on skin, skin on leather, and sweating, heaving bodies joined as one. The aphrodisiac smells of leather, sweat and male musk permeated the place, and Michael and Jeff became Visor' and Hood' as they surrendered willingly to the primeval lust and passionate urges of their inner beings, coupled themselves and sated their animal needs together. They grunted and humped their way to climax a number of times, and through it all, they revelled in the joy of being with someone special. They made love.
The next day Jeff was the first to open his eyes. The first thing he saw was Michael's face, only inches from his own, serene and content. He lay there for some time, looking at the man who had shared his bed and his life for the last two days, and his heart ached with happiness. Michael stirred in his sleep, twisting around, and his head ended up on Jeff's chest, Jeff's arm draping over Michael's shoulders. Jeff smiled again, and drifted back into sleep.
**
That was how Phillip found them when he tapped quietly, and opened the door carefully later in the morning. Making sure he didn't disturb the two sleepers, he gathered up the leather gear strewn on the floor, and pulled the door closed again, but indulged himself in a satisfying look at his Mr Jeffrey, lying there with Mr Michael asleep on his chest, and smiled to himself. He loved Jeff as a son, and had been concerned for him for some time, but now this man had come along, and Phillip had never seen Jeff so happy. It moved him to see the improvement, and made him determined to ensure that these two stayed together.
**
When Michael and Jeff did finally emerge from the bedroom, they were naked and ravenous. Phillip ignored their lack of clothing and managed to provide an instantaneous meal of toast, eggs and bacon, juice and coffee. Without even a blink, he cleaned up after the men, and approached them as they relaxed on a sofa, Jeff lying face down, his bubble butt enticingly pointed to the ceiling, his arms and head resting on a pillow atop Michael's chest while Michael was stretched out, his feet supported by an ottoman, his flaccid penis lying across his thigh.
"I shall be out for an hour and a half unless you want anything else, gentlemen?" he said, more a statement than a question.
"Okay, Phillip," said Jeff. "I'm sure we can think of something to amuse ourselves."
The older man ignored the comment and the embarrassed giggles of Michael and Jeff, and walked away. The two young men happily repeated the routine from the day before, swimming and sunning, enjoying each other's company. Philip had not returned by the time they began to feel hungry again, so Jeff rummaged through the kitchen, and made them a very passable salad with cold cuts.
"I'm impressed," said Michael with a smile. "I was starting to think you didn't even know where the kitchen was, but you're a regular chef!"
Jeff grinned at the dig. "I know it looks like Phillip does everything for me, but he insists. I'm happy enough to look after myself when he's not around. I'm not stupid you know!" he laughed.
Michael joined in the chuckling, but inside his head he winced at the comment. `No, but I am,' he thought to himself, wondering again if he could possibly keep Jeff happy when this wonderful man got to know him better.
Much too soon for the liking of either man, the afternoon shadows lengthened. Michael sighed, and stirred against Jeff's arm. "I hate having to say it, but I really have to be going," he said, the reluctance obvious in his expression.
"You're welcome to stay. In fact, I'd prefer it if you did," Jeff said quickly. Michael could hear the plea in his voice.
"I'd love to," Michael said, wistful now. "But I have to work tomorrow, and my bike is still back at the carpark of the club."
"Oh, shit, that's right, I forgot." Jeff sat up and looked deep into Michael's face. "Will you come back again?" he asked quietly.
"Yes, please," Michael responded, almost in a whisper.
They walked together into the bedroom again, and found that Phillip still worked his magic. Michael's leathers were again cleaned and oiled, and placed in a large carry bag, while a pair of expensive dress jeans and a beautiful polo shirt were laid out on the bed. Michael looked at the clothes, then turned to Jeff.
"You shouldn't have ..." he began.
"Of course I should," Jeff cut him off. "I waylaid you into staying, and we can't have you going home in daylight in full leather -- some guy might steal you away, and I only just met you!" The last words were said with a grin, and Michael pushed at his lover playfully.
"I guess you're right," he said slowly, pretending to look thoughtful. "Still, I could nick into Headquarters again, see if there's anyone interesting in there before I go home." Jeff's face gave away the moment of doubt, and Michael laughed out loud. "Got you!" he said. "Anyway, you've worn me out, spoiled me for anyone else."
Together they broke into grins, and wrestled around, laughing as Michael dressed in the new clothes and Jeff pulled on similar items from his wardrobe. Properly attired, they kissed again, and Jeff held Michael close.
"I'll get Phillip to drive us into the club, so you can collect your bike," he said.
On the trip from Jeff's home, the two said little, but sat pressed against each other, holding hands and kissing occasionally. When they reached the club, Michael made to go. Jeff kissed him again, a long, needing embrace, then pressed a piece of paper into his hand.
"What's this?" Michael asked.
"My number. Promise me you'll call?"
"Shit!" said Michael vehemently. "I didn't think! I'm sorry, Jeff, really. It just didn't occur to me that I had no way of reaching you, or you me. Phillip, do you have a pen and paper?"
"Yes, Mr Michael," said the older man, handing over the requested items. Michael scribbled his phone number on the page, and gave it to Jeff, smiling.
"Make sure you don't lose it, handsome!" he whispered, as he closed the door, and watched the car drive away. With the darkened windows, he couldn't see whether Jeff was watching, but he didn't move until the car was out of sight.
Quickly then, he donned his helmet, and shoved the bag with his leather gear into one of the panniers. Riding home, he had trouble concentrating as he thought of all the wonderful things that had happened since Friday night, and of how much he felt for Jeff. As he made his way into the flat and looked around, he was suddenly hit by a sense of depression. Jeff would never fit in here, and how could Michael expect him to build a life with someone so different from himself. He carefully returned his leather gear to its special place in the closet, and sat in silence as morose thoughts assailed his brain.
He was shaken from his reverie by the ringing of the phone. Absently he picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hi there, stud," came a seductive voice that he recognised instantly, and brought a smile to his face. "are you naked ..?"
"Not yet," he answered quickly, grinning to himself. "But the guy across the road is coming over in 15 minutes, so I might be soon if I'm lucky."
"Michael!" Jeff's voice thundered down the line. "You've ditched me already?" he tried to sound hurt, but couldn't keep the smile from his voice.
"You know how it goes, kid, out of sight, out of mind as they say."
Then Michael lost his composure and started laughing. Jeff joined in, and as they subsided, he said more seriously, "I just wanted to thank you again, and to show you that I hadn't lost the piece of paper."
"Thanks, handsome," Michael responded. "You can call me anytime you want, my man. I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?" and hung up.
Jeff put the receiver down slowly. A warm glow had come over him at Michael's words. `My man' -- hmmm, I like that, he thought to himself.
To be continued ...
This story is a fantasy, it is not real and only happened in my imagination. YOU MUST REMEMBER that in the real world, you can DIE from having unsafe sex. It is your right and your duty to make sure that condoms are always used, whether you are giving or receiving. It doesn't matter how good looking or how ugly he is, and it doesn't matter whether you are top or bottom, USE A CONDOM!