The following fictional story deals with sex among males. If you are Offended by such material, are too young, or reside in an area where it is not allowed, depart. Though not observed in this story, care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex.
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Introduction
For over a year now I have been reading submissions on the nifty archive. I am a loyal reader to several stories and am disappointed when an author chooses to abandon his story without completion. I have been reading the stories long enough to see that all of the stories have a great deal of fiction as well as drama that we would never see in real life. These many stories have inspired me to attempt a story that is based on some reality without excessive drama. I realize that all of our lives have some level of drama but honestly who ever meets fate with the story lines that we have read so many times on the nifty site. Please readers and writers don't think that I am talking poorly of these stories I have loved each and every one of read. I just crave something new, something more down to earth. This has inspired me to write something based 20% on fantasy, 50% on my life, and 30% on the life I would choose for myself if I Was the writer of my own destiny and loves. I have changed the names of people and places including substituting the names of important places so not to incriminate any one of the characters that truly exists in my life.
This is my second attempt at writing a story for this archive. The first appears to have been removed now was a 100% true story of my first love and sexual experience. It seemed to leave all of the readers asking for more in my writing to express more of the story. I hope that everyone enjoys this one more and will provide polite comments for improvements. Oh and not to disappoint but the sex among males doesn't come in great detail for a few more chapters. If anyone out there would be interested I could definetly use the services of an editor/confidant to assist with the story. The question is, is anyone interested in reading more of this story?
Please send all email to Lonely_Hearts_2001@hotmail.com
Chapter 1
I awoke to the quiet sound of rain falling outside my bedroom window. I lay still and silent for a minute remembering the night before wondering if it had been a dream or reality. Turns out that it was indeed reality and the most amazing night of my life. I feel as if my life only truly began when I met my one true love. As I lay here in the comforting embrace of my new lovers arms I cannot remember a time when I felt more complete or more loved.
I should take a minute to introduce myself. I am Brink Allen, college student extraordinaire. I am finally in the last semester of my college career. In a few short weeks I will have completed what seems like a life long journey to obtain my masters degree in accounting. I know this makes me seem very boring, a numbers crunching nerd with glasses and a pencil tucked behind each ear. Well I am here to break that stereotype. I am one of the few accountants that is truly not a nerdy, boring person, I lead quite a full life outside of school and work. My hobbies include extensive travel abroad, scuba diving, horse back riding, spending time with my friends, and searching for that special guy to spend the rest of my life with, working out including any out doors sport and a few in doors as well. I am in the best shape of my life at age 29 I weigh a mere 178 pounds, have a 32 inch waist, am 6'1" tall and have managed to work out and tone my body in to a perfect almost work of art. I am not conceited about my physique at all even though it sounds as if I am. The simple fact of the matter is it took me a long time and lots of hard work to get what I consider to be the perfect body for me. Once upon a time I weighed 245 pounds and was very unhealthy. I have blonde hair with highlights, blue eyes, and a California tan. I currently live in Gainesville, Florida and attend the University of Florida Warrington College of business. I moved from the small town of Panacea in the panhandle of Florida during the fall of 1994. I attended FLorida State University and worked for a local tax firm .Most importantly until the events of this writing take place I was happily living the life of a bachelor.
Now on to the beginning of the story of how I met my new love (one true love) and am lucky enough to be laying here in such a comforting embrace. The started off as any typical Thursday, it is tax season so immediately after attending ACG6071 Masters Accounting I rushed to work to meet with my first client. I had a lengthy list of clients to meet with before the day was over for me, with back-to-back 30-minute appointments for the next 5 hours. The first 3 clients moved along at a normal pace, with out any problems. As I looked at my list of meetings for the rest of the afternoon I noticed that a very good friend of mine Lillian Chambers was next on my schedule. I smiled to myself as I entered the lobby and greeted her reminiscing to myself about our first encounter and ensuing friendship. Lillian is one of the best friends a guy could possibly have. I met her in my freshman year of college. She is a strange sort of person, we met at a business school dinner, the kind where everyone dresses to maximum discomfort and spends the evening kissing the ass of their major professor.
I had been in Gainesville for about a month when this dinner (department introduction dinner) took place. I had recently moved there to start over. This new beginning was not for the typical reasons one would expect. There was no major drama in my life such as the death of family members, illness or even the horrible loss of that special loved one. The simple fact of the matter was I had lost the person I had chosen to spend the last year of my life with. It was not a dramatic or even largely painful event. We found one another one relaxing evening at the beach and parted much in the same manner. To this day we remain friends, we just weren't meant to be lovers. Any way back to Lillian, her father (Kevin Clayton Chambers) is the dean of the accounting department and her mother owns her own CPA firm (Lillian Marie Chambers, CPA) in town. I was sitting alone next to the fireplace in the den at professor Chambers house when Lillian approached me. She was a funny sort of girl; she immediately picked up on my feelings of discomfort with my surroundings. I didn't know any of my fellow students or anyone else at the party for that matter. Lillian decided at that moment that she would take me under her wing and make sure that I was immediately introduced to all of the important people, as she liked to call the graduate students and department heads. She also introduced me to her mother who I think fell in love with me instantly. I have always had this charm about me that puts mothers and grandmothers at ease immediately. During my conversation with Marie we discussed the fact that I had only recently moved to town for school and seemed to be having a little trouble with finding employment. The more Marie and I talked the more she seemed to like me, to the point that with in 30 minutes of conversing I had managed to charm myself in to a position as accountants assistant at her office. It was amazing to me first that with in an hour of meeting Lillian we had become the best of friends, as if we had known one another all our lives, I had also found a job with a terrific boss.
Almost six years later Lillian and I were still the best of friends. For years now she would appear on my meeting schedule as any other client would. Unfortunately or fortunately for me I haven't ever been sure which, these visits would occur when I had become distant and seemed to be neglecting our friendship. I had been so busy with school, and work with the added pressure of final semester, tax season and being on the verge of becoming the second partner in Lillian Marie Chambers, CPA firm that I had been neglecting Lillian to the point that she was threatening to disown me. She had asked her Marie how I was doing and they decided collectively that I needed to take a little time off and relax. Hence the meeting, I could never say no to Lillian, especially when Marie was backing her up. So Lillian was in my office on this Thursday afternoon, the Thursday before spring break started to tell me what my plans were for spring break. The two scheming women in my life had decided that Lillian and I would take a short trip to Key West for spring break. They informed me that this was my last semester of school and my last opportunity to live it up at spring break like a college student. I protested telling them both that I as too old to live it up like a college freshman. They insisted and I finally agreed to the plans as told to me.
Chapter 2 My Short time with Paul
Now there are two things that I should tell you at some point in this story. The first is that for the past 6 years (Since 1994) I have been single as can be. I haven't even gone on a date since I moved to Gainesville. I have immersed myself in my schoolwork and my job. My working wasn't so much a necessity for income as for the desire to keep my days 100% filled so that I would not have to face the fact that I was alone when I laid my head on my pillow at night. I would work myself to exhaustion each day then I would be too tired to think about the person I hoped would one day be my emotional support and comfort holding me as I fall asleep. The second thing that I must tell you is that I am gay, the expression I believe is queer as a three dollar bill. Well that is me. (November 1992) I was in a relationship with a sweet guy name Paul until one night in July 1994 when we were sitting on the beach holding one another deep in conversation and realized that we wanted different things in life. So we parted ways a few days later off on new adventures. Mine to finally go to school and his to become a model in New York City. Let me take a moment to describe Paul and assure you that even as I am writing this short segment of our lives you will have seen him in an Abercrombie and Fitch advertisement or catalog. He is one of the sweetest guys I have ever met and has a beautiful body. It always amazed me that he would be interested in a guy like me. When we first met he weighed about 130 pounds, was and is 5' 11 " 's tall with medium length blonde hair and green eyes. He had no trouble walking through any room and getting lots of stares from both sexes. In fact I noticed the night that I first met him on the beach I was not the only guy there checking Paul out. What was so surprising is that he came over to where I was sitting, quietly sat down next to and waited for what seemed like an eternity before speaking. Interestingly enough he turned to me hand extended and said " Paul Matthews is the name." It took me a minute to formulate my response; he just sat there with the biggest grin on his face waiting for my response. I accepted his hand and noticed how sweaty my palm was at that instant as I told him my name was Brink Allen and explained that yes it is my real name not some sort of nick name.
After introductions I returned my gaze to the water and lowering sun. The beach to me is one of the most soothing places I can be. Being at the beach seems to mend my soul. We sat quietly for a while watching the sun as it tipped below the horizon turning the sky an awesome orange and yellow as the moon appeared in the distance wishing the sun a good nights rest. As the last rays of sun light disappeared Paul spoke again. He told me that he had been watching me for the longest time. He said I seemed to be in such deep thought and at the same time seemed to have a great deal of sadness in my eyes. I was amazed that in just a few short minutes of seeing me he could pick up on the fact that I was in deed sad and had come to the beach for a little soul searching. He surprised me so much, here was this gorgeous man sitting next to me, he had noticed that I had a problem on my mind and was concerned with what might be bothering me. I truly expected that if I kept sitting there in silence that he would move on and I would be left alone in my thoughts. He didn't leave my side; finally I asked him why he was still sitting there. He simply replied that I looked as if I needed someone to talk to and he was going to sit there until I decided I wanted to talk or left. I thought about it for a few minutes and decided what the hell I will tell him what I was thinking about and he would leave me alone. I was feeling some what emancipated anyway. I had just informed the two most important people in my life (my parents) that I am gay, so why not tell one more person. My parents didn't take the news so well, I figures Paul's reaction would be the same and I would be back to sitting alone in my thoughts. I simply looked at him, smiled and said Paul I am gay. Once again, that amazing smile as he looked at me and replied, " I know that part silly." My jaw almost dropped to the ground.
First I couldn't believe that he knew I Was gay and second I couldn't believe that he was still sitting there talking to me. Next thing I knew Paul was standing in front of me hovering as he began to talk again. He explained that he had been at the beach most of the day and was tired and in need of a shower. He said that he was staying at his family's beach house just over the dunes and wondered if I would like to go back there to have a drink with him after he showered. Still a little in shock and even unsure of the situation I reluctantly agreed to go with him. We entered the little house and he told me to make myself comfortable as he moved into the bedroom and started the shower running. I patiently waited as he showered and dressed in the privacy of his room. I roamed about the living room and browsed the books and other miscellaneous items on the various shelves. Once again I was lost deep in thought when he startled me by placing his hand on my shoulder and asked if I wanted to go to the deck and have a beer.
Reluctantly I agreed to join him for a drink on the deck. I was still very unsure exactly what this guy had in mind. He had already managed to figure out that I was gay. I think that he is the only person in the whole world that had ever figured that out with out my telling him. I had even visited gay bars with out being hit on. One night I asked the bar tender and he said that the guys there all thought I was straight even thought I was hanging out in a gay bar. After that I had a running joke with the bartender that I was a straight guy interested in gay men. So I made myself as comfortable as possible in the deck chair and stared off into space. I guess Paul had had enough of my silence and uneasiness so he told me that he was only interested in talking. He said that he remembers earlier this afternoon seeing me on the beach and how sad I seemed. His heart immediately went out for me. Paul then asked me if there was anything at all he could do to help. If I wanted we could sit and talk about whatever was bothering me. He had no plans for the evening and nowhere to go for several days. It was really odd to me but this person had just committed himself to sitting and listening to my problems for as long as it took for me to feel better I began to feel more at ease with Paul, and started telling him what felt like my life story.
I started by explaining that I had only recently come to face the fact that I was indeed gay. I even relayed the conversation with my parents. I felt that it was important that they know the real me. Until the night that I informed them of my sexual preference my parents had always been the most supportive of people. I was in complete shock when they reacted so poorly to my news. They did not by any means react as badly as some of the horror stories I had heard but they in no way supported my life style. We sat on the deck talking about my life for the better part of that evening. Amazingly enough Paul was very supportive. Towards the end of the conversation I felt emotionally and physically drained. I think that Paul was able to read me very well from the beginning and picked up on this. He told me there was no need to worry, things would be better in the morning a good nights sleep was suppose to be the cure all. He suggested that I stay over night in his guest room, it was entirely too far for me to drive back to the city as late as it was. After a few minutes of listening to his arguments and protesting I agreed that I would crash there for the night.
The next morning I awoke to the sound of his shower running in the room next to me. For a few minutes I was disoriented as I replayed the events of the previous day and remembered where I was. After a few minutes I heard the water turn off and decided that I should seek out a bathroom to begin my own morning ritual. A short while later I joined Paul in the kitchen where he greeted me with that gorgeous smile and asked how I was feeling and if I slept well. I replied honestly that it was the best nights sleep I had gotten in weeks. By this time I felt completely relaxed in his presence to the extent that I had forgotten I was standing in his kitchen in nothing but my boxer briefs. At this time in my life I was very self-conscience of my body and almost went into shock when I realized how I was dressed. Paul never seemed to notice; he simply went about his business of preparing breakfast and conversing about his plans for the day. I excused myself momentarily to properly clothe myself and explained that I must get back to the city for school and work. Paul explained to me a little about himself and why he was staying at the beach. It seems that he was taking some time off from life he had just completed his degree in engineering and was quite frankly bored with the prospect of spending the rest of his life living in Savannah and working in an engineering firm. He had decided that he must have something else to do with his life but wasn't sure exactly what. He was lucky that he had been very frugal with his money while in school and had saved enough to take off work for a few months and stay at his family beach house there. His family was by no means rich but they did well enough and had inherited the beach house from his grandparents who had purchased it in the early 60's when property was cheap in Panacea, Fl. He also offered that I could come back and stay that night and any other night I wanted until he left. He had really enjoyed spending time with me and getting to know me the night before.
So this is how my life with Paul started. WE spent the next year of our lives in that little beach house. Everythign was perfect. He decided to stay and got a job at a local pub to earn enough money to support himself, and I traveled to the city every day to work at my job as a payroll clerk and attend classes returning to the beach and Paul everynight. We had the most perfect relationship and seemed to be so much in love with one another. Our friends all thought we made the perfect couple. It was a definite plus living with thsi hunk on the beach as well. We spent our time together making love passionatley, working out and getting me in better shape and entertaining our friends for beach parties. Then one Saturday afternoon I was sitting on the beach waiting on Paul to get off work. It was almost time for sunset as he approached, sat and wrapped his arms around me. We sat there and watched once again as the sun tipped below the horizon making the sky and water look a bright orange. IT was such a peaceful moent. As the last light of the sun disappeared Paul started the conversation by saying, do you remember a few weeks ago when I went to see my family in Savannah? I replied with a simple yes. Paul went on to tell me about how he had went to a talent call for models while he was in Savannah and had gotten a call back for a photo shoot in New York City for Levis. I was very surprised he had not even mentioned the audition to me or the thoughts of a modeling career or New York. IT seemed to be something that he really wanted to do though. so A few short weeks later we said our good byes sitting in the same spot on the beach. As I said our relationship started and ended in pretty much the same manner sitting on the beach watching a sunset.Then I watched as his cab took him to the airport in the city. It was fortunate that I had friends in the city to stay with while I got my life back in order and headed off in that direction after the cab puleld out of sight. I loaded my things in my truck and headed out on the 45 minute drive to Tallahassee and my friend Brians apartment.That is another story all by itself that I will save for another day.
I was very happy for Paul though. We still keep in touch and I watch out for all his new advertisements. So far he has been in Calvin Klein, Levis, Abercrombie & Fitch and is beginning something for one of the big department stores. He has also found a wonderful man and it seems that this may be "THE ONE" for him. They seem to have a lot in common and do a very good job of looking after one another. Paul calls from time to time to check on me and I send him letters sometimes when I am not so busy with school. He turned out to be a terrific friend but we certainly weren't meant to be the one true love or last as a couple only friends.
Chapter 3 Vacation in Key West
Returning to more recent past, present (March 1995 one almost one year after moving from Paul's beach house), and future Paul's decision to move to New York prompted my decision to move and start school again. I guess I have Paul to thank for meeting Lillian. Which is what leads me to the sneak attack Lillian and Marie did on me in order to get me to spend my spring break in Key West.
Electing not to spend six hours of our spring break in a car we arrived via Delta flight 802 at 3:00 P.M. Friday afternoon and were not scheduled to depart again until the following Saturday. As we departed the plane and moved through the airport I noticed this gorgeous young man (approximately 5'11" 130 pounds, with dark blonde hair and a guaranteed 30" waist, oh yes and a terrific tan to complete the package) standing next to the baggage claim. As I approached to retrieve my own baggage we brushed shoulders and he departed with out even acknowledging my existence. I remember thinking how cute he was, what a shame he seemed to be a real asshole. Didn't even have the courtesy to say excuse me. It took about ten minutes for our bags to appear and then we were off to a small bed and breakfast on the island close to the famous southern most point. We checked in, unpacked and immediately headed off site seeing. The first stop on our tour was of course the beach. I elected to spend the rest of my evening sunning myself and enjoying the scenery. As I am sure you are all aware by now the beach is a spiritual place for me. For the next four hours I relaxed, napped and watched all the people passing by. I realized that it was almost 8 and I had promised to meet Lillian at the B&B at 8 to go for dinner. As I gathered my belongings I glanced down the beach and to my amazement there he was again, the blonde hunk from the airport, sitting on the concrete barrier watching the sail boats leave the doc. I couldn't help but smile to myself as I thought how sweet he looked there silhouetted by the last rays of sunlight.
When I arrived at the B&B I was surprised to see that Lillian was all ready to go have dinner and sitting in the lobby with a few new friends. She always amazes me with her ability to meet and make friends. in the matter of only a few minutes you will feel as if you have been her friend since you were in diapers. This first night we had dinner at a local restaurant (don't remember the name) and then continued on to bar hopping the evening away. We visited every bar on the island and were thoroughly smashed when we returned to our room to sleep of the alcohol we had consumed. The entire week went like this. I would spend the morning and most of the day relaxing on the beach and the evenings partying until I dropped in my bed during the wee hours of the morning.
This seems like as good a place as any to end this first installment. I hope to hear from you all with comments and suggestions for improvement. I am not above a rewrite if necessary to make the stiry better. All emails can be directed to Lonely_Hearts_2001@hotmail.com. I look forward to hearing from anyne and everyone. One request though, be polite, be honest, Remember I am only human.