Someone Like You

THIS STORY IS TOTALLY FICTITIOUS. IT CONTAINS DESCRIPTIVE SEX BETWEEN TWO MEN. IF THIS IS OFFENSIVE TO YOU DON'T READ IT. IF IT IS ILLEGAL FOR YOU TO BE READING IT YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE TO BEGIN WITH SO JUST GO ELSEWHERE. OTHERWISE, ENJOY IT. JWS

SOMEONE LIKE YOU (part 2)

by J.W.SMITH

I didn't make contact with Nat again for over a week. I unpacked everything and got rid of the boxes. It was beginning to look like home, although there was a sparsity of furniture. The modern dinette set was out of place in the kitchen, and way too small for the dining room, but that's where it ended up. There were several bedrooms empty. The den had only a club chair and the television set. But, hey, it was home.

I don't know whether it was because I was making a new beginning in this big house or the knowledge that I was living next door to a man that was either my aledged dead lover or his identical twin, but for the first time in three years I had started having erotic dreams and feeling horny again. One dream I seemed to have repeatedly was of Ted and Nat. I was laying naked on my back while Ted would be dancing around me and then he would whirl and smileat me. He would bend down and kiss me while caressing my body. he'd whisper "I'm Ted." Then laughing hystically he would whirl again and again bend down, kiss me and caress me, whispering "I'm Nat." Over and over until I was so sexual excited by their caressing I would ejaculate. At that point I would awaken, shaken to the core.

During the day I would think or do something that reminded me of one or the other of the two (if they weren't really one)and start getting horny. I would find myself dreaming about them naked. I would imagine I was running my hand over his hairy chest I would tickle his nipple with my tongue. It was so vivid I could feel the hairs sliding across my tongue. In the meantime he would be grasping my buns in each hand, pulling me into his pelvis while he would hump his cock against mine. He would be kissing me on the neck and nibbling my earlobes. As I moved my hand up and down my hard shaft I would imagine him dropping to his knees and engulfing my cock with his hot wet mouth. I would fill his mouth with my cum as I blasted it into my hand.

I would slide down the wall, my cock still in my hand. I would weep. I was so miserable with out my Ted. And then I would think about Nat next door and wonder what the truth really was. I didn't really face reality during that week. I lived in my fantasies and dreams and worked like a slave setting up my new home.

Saturn, Jim's cat, (she has never quite laid claim to me) had thoroughly explored the house and decided that it would do as her new abode. I let her out to explore her new yard. She had always been an indoor cat, and was a little meek about exploring at first. But once she decided that it was okay to be outside she became the stalking beast. She loved her new home.

The second Saturday morning in my new home, I decided to start on the backyard. I stood on the porch with a cup of coffee and surveyed it. I loved the privacy of the six-foot high wall that enclosed it. The big old avocado tree that shaded much of the yard was filled with ripening fruit. In the middle of the yard was a tall concrete plinth that must have had a statue on it at one time.

The yard had been neglected for years. The weeds were nearly waist high. I figured where I was standing was as good a place to start as anyplace. I sighed and knelt on the edge of the walk. I started yanking handfuls of weeds out of the ground and laying them in neat piles to be bound up and hauled away later.

I'd been at it for about an hour when Saturn wandered over and walked under my chin, making certain that her tail wiped across my face. I sat back on my heels and surveyed what I had accomplished. It was getting hot. My t-shirt was stuck to my back with sweat. I stood up and pulled it off, using it to wipe my brow. I went into yhr house and poured myself a big glass of cool water. When I came back out Saturn was sitting on the plinth in the middle of the weeds.

"Big help you are. It's a shame you can't help me. It sure would sure make this job easier." I said out loud to her, as I got back down on my knees.

She ignored me and started cleaning her shiny black pelt.

"A big help I'd be if you'll let me come over and give you a hand. Is your gate locked?"

I was down on my hands and knees. I turned and looked. There was Nat grinning back at me, resting his head on his hands on top of the wall. Damn, even with a sily grin he was a handsome man.

"I don't know which is a prettier sight, that big pile of weeds or your butt up in the air."

I bristled at the forwardness of the statement. Only Ted had ever said things to me like that. I chose to ignore it. I hadn't done any sorting out of my thoughts since my confrontation with him that first day.

He was so beautiful to look at. He had a wild shock of blonde hair hanging over his forehead just like Ted always had, his golden skin setting off his clear deep blue eyes, a perpetual silly smile on his lips. I would have been happy to just sit and gaze at him the rest of the day.

"You don't really like pulling weeds." I said in an attempt at discouraging him from coming over.

"And you do?" He laughed. It thrilled through me.

"Of course not. But I have to do it."

I stood and dusted my hand and knees off.

"Then I would like to help you if you would let me."

"Truthfully, I would love the help. Let me get the key to the gate."

"I'll grab a pair of gloves and be right over."

Both of our yards had gates located side by side between his house and my garage. I had to struggle with the lock to get it to release. I took it into the garage and sprayed it with WD-40.

Nat was coming through the gate as I returned the lock to the hasp. He grinned at me. I couldn't help but grin back. His eyes were on my bare chest. I watched them lower to the top of my Levi's. I mentally shuddered. The thought of his hands on my body was overload. I thought about weeds. That helped.

"Howdy, Pard. Ready to pull some weeds?"

I felt the blood leave my face.

"Jim?"

"It's all right. I just have to get used to you. Pard was a name Ted called me. It's nothing. I'll get over it."

"I'm sorry. I won't call you that again."

"No, it's okay. It's just something that I'm going to have to get used to living next door to you. Would you like a cold drink before we start?"

"Ice water would be great."

"I'd like some, too. I'll be right back."

When I came back out with a pitcher and two glasses on a tray, Nat had already started pulling weeds. I stood and admired his beautiful back, the ripple of muscles as he worked. I had a lump in my throat and in my pants as I compared the similarity. He looked at the pile next to him. His pile was already a quarter of the size of the pile I had pulled.

"I think you're trying to show me up." I said.

Nat turned and looked up at me.

"Nah, I find this therapeutic."

He sat up and pulled his shirt off. My gaze slid over the familiar furry chest. It was a little more muscular than I remembered it. I handed him a glass of water.

"You're as weird as Ted was."

Nat smiled at me and downed the water, wiped his mouth and handed the glass back.

"Thanks. What was your name for Ted?"

I looked at him a moment before answering.

"Nerd."

"That's a joke, right?"

"It was rather an inane one, Pard, Nerd, partnered as in married." Sharing that silly intimacy embarrassed me. Nat grinned at me, and continued pulling weeds.

"I was the one that was really the nerd, with my facination for computers."

He smiled at me. That made me feel better. I knelt back where I had been working and followed suit. We worked in silence for several minutes.

'You still miss him?" Nat asked as he pulled another handful.

"There's not a moment that I don't."

Again there was a minute or so of silence. Nat sat back and gauged how long it was going to take to reach the plinth. I was just a yard or so from it already.

"There was the cutest bronze on top of the plinth when I was a kid. It was of a little boy holding a frog up by one leg. He had a such a look of gleeful delight on his face."

I sat back and looked at Nat and then at the plinth.

"I'm planning on putting Ted on it."

Nat choked.

"I don't understand."

"I found this beautiful old Art Deco urn for Ted's ashes. I'm planning on placing it on that plinth when I get the yard in shape."

"Oh. May I ask why?"

"The main reason we bought this house was because Ted fell in love with this back yard. I think it would be a fitting memorial to him."

Nat had sat back, gazing at me as I talked.

"You are so beautiful. You glow when you talk about Ted. I envy what you two had. I'm sorry you lost him."

I stood up and walked away. I was having a difficult moment dealing with the surfacing emotions. I had kept them submerged for so long. I leaned against the old avocado tree. Nat was sitting back on his heels watching me. He got up and walked over to me.

"Jim, I didn't mean to upset you."

"You didn't. I seem to be constantly on the edge since I moved in. I have never been so lonely."

"I know loneliness. I've been alone my whole life. It must be worse when you have had someone that loved you and then you lose him."

I looked up at him. He raised a hand and caressed the side of my face. He took my face in both hands and gently kissed me. I melted. Nat embraced me tightly.

"I feel comfortable holding you in my arms, Jim. This feels so right. >From the first time I looked into your eyes, when you looked over your car at me, I have wanted to hold you. I've never had that urge before, toward a man or woman."

I pulled away. I was having difficulty breathing and tears filled my eyes.

"What's wrong?"??

"Nothing and everything."

The truth was tht I was totally confused. I was missing Jim so badly and at he same time I had a hard on for this man in front of me.

"What kind of answer is that?"

"One that covers all bases without covering anything."

"Oh, I get it. You're trying to be enigmatic." He said, joking, trying to lighten the moment.

"Not really, it's just that you're moving so fast. I feel a need to back off and breathe." (And try to get my head straightened out)

"I can back off and let you breath. Let's pull some more weeds. We'll never get the job done if we keep this up."

At that moment we heard a woman calling from the other side of the gate.

"Hello. Nathan are you in the back yard?"

"I'm in the yard next door." He called out, as he sprinted to the six-foot high gate.

He pushed it open and a petite woman in her mid-twnties walked in. She was beautiful, raven black hair cut in a pixyish bob, big brown eyes. She was wearing khaki slacks and a man's white dress shirt, the tails tied around her flat slender midriff. Her feet were clad in thin little spaghetti strapped sandals. Something about her screamed money.

Nat swept her off her feet and whirled her around.

"Eew, you're all sweaty. Let me down. What are you guys doing back here?"

"We're pulling weeds. Come, meet Jim."

She held out her hands toward me as he made the introduction. I started to offer mine to shake, but she stepped up and hugged me.

"Welcome, new neighbor."

"Susan and I have been best friends since grade school. She used to live down the street until her daddy got rich and they moved to San Marino." Nat was explaining. "I guess I'll have to eventually marry her, being that she can't find anyone else suitable."

"You'd love that wouldn't you, you big lug?"

She playfully punched him in the belly.

"But I won't marry you. You will never become accustom to me having to have a chambermaid and butler." She said.

They laughed holding each other around the waist. Well, that's not quite right. Her arm was around his butt and his was resting on her shoulder.

"Besides, you sweat like a pig." She ran her finger down his sweaty chest.

"Pigs don't have sweat glands."

"Well, then a horse."

"I like horse."

"What ever. Anyway, Jim, I love him, but he's just not marrying material." She sighed dramatically.

"So you didn't drive all the way up here to tell me you won't marry me, what's up?"

"Oh, daddy wants me on his arm at some big boring function tonight. You don't mind that we can't go to Kate's new gallery opening, do you?"

"You know I was only going because you ask me to go. Of course I don't mind. Why didn't just call me?"

"I can't see your ugly mug over the phone. Besides, I wanted a chance to meet Jim. You've talked about him so much I was intrigued."

She smiled at me.I felt the blood rushing into my face. I felt angry and betrayed. Apparently Susan thought I was just being embarrassed.

"It is nice to meet you, Jim, I hope to see more of you. You blush so charmingly."

She turned back to Nat, and kissed him. He kissed her back.

"Talk to ya." She said, as she walked away. She turned and waved a hand at the yard. "You know a couple of wetbacks could finish this off in a day for nearly nothing."

"It's good therapy. Getting in touch with mother earth and all." I replied.

"What ever. Bye." She disappeared though the gate.

"Her father is from Texas." Nat said.

I guess he was explaining 'wetback'. There is certainly no rivers to cross here in Southern California.

Nat looked at me. I frowned and turned back to the weeds.

"Jim, I didn't tell her anything, except that you are very handsome. I wouldn't violate your privacy or your trust. I respect what you've been through. I respect you."

My shoulders slumped as the anger receded. He thought I was handsome?

"You okay?" He asked, giving me a one armed hug.

I pulled away, fighting a strong urge to embrace him.

"Yeah, I'm okay. It was stupid of me to just assume you were gay, I apologize."

"Apology accepted. Let's pull some weeds."

We went back to the weeds. We worked furiously, occasionally glancing up to see where the other was. The sun was well past its zenith when Nat sat back and looked over at me.

"Damn, Jim, you're really sunburned. You didn't use sun block?"

"Geez. How stupid can I get? I put some on my face and arms, but I had a t-shirt on and never even thought about the rest of me. Not that I could have reached my back."

"Dumb ass. I would have put it on you. You had only to ask." Nat said.

"I'm going to go knock on your door and ask you slather my back with sun block?" I asked. "I don'think so."

Nat laughed.

"Hey, get the fuck out of the sun. You're going to be sick."

I got off my knees and walked over to the deep shade of the avocado tree. Standing up made me feel dizzy; I was feeling irritable.

'Damn, he's as bossy as Ted was.' I thought to myself.

I twisted my head to look at my shoulder. I touched it with my finger and hissed from the sting. It left a white spot that took a moment to turn red again. Even though I have pitch black hair, my eyes are blue and I don't tan easily.

"I'll be right back. I've got just what you need on that burn."

Nat ran out the gate. He returned a minute later peeling a spike of Aloe Vera as he walked. I was slumped forward in a lounge chair. Nat felt my forehead.

"You've got a fever, Pard. Let me coat you with this and then we'll get you some aspirin and lots of water."

I drew my breath in sharply as Nat smeared the cool soothing Aloe over my back and shoulders. It made me forget the pet name he had just used. He lifted me up by my armpits and lead me into the house.

"Lay face down on the sofa. Where do you keep your aspirin?"

"There's a box on the sink in the guest bathroom that has all the first aid stuff in it. Aspirin should be in it."

I dozed off. A minute later, Nat was urging me to sit up and swallow the two tablets. I drank the whole glass of water and lay back down. Nat knelt beside me and brushed the lock of hair from my forehead. He smiled at me.

"I'm glad your are here. I'd really be suffering if you weren't?"

"I'll always be here if you want me." Nat replied.

I frowned.

"That didn't sound right coming from a straight guy with a beautiful girlfriend."

"Who said I am straight? Susan is beautiful, but we're just friends."

I thought back to what he had said and done just before Susan had made her appearance. I smiled to myself, as I thought. 'I want you; I just have to get used to you looking and acting so much like Ted. I have to remind myself every time I look at you that I'm looking at Nat, not Ted.'

I closed his eyes. My temperature was making me sleepy. Nat stroked my hair. He started humming. Half asleep, I listened, trying to catch the tune. Oh, yeah, it was a nursery song.

"I'd rather have the mocking bird; I'm sure it would sing for us." I mumbled.

Nat chuckled when he realized I was referring to the words of the tune he had been mindlessly humming.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like the diamond ring?"

"Nah, diamonds are a girls best friend, remember? A simple silver band is all I want." I mumbled.

Nat chuckled again.

"Are you hinting at something?"

I sat up, frowning. The temperature was making feel irritable.

"Would you let it alone. We haven't known each other a week. I'm totally freaked out moving next door to Ted's identical twin. I didn't even know you existed a week ago."

"I apologize. I'll keep my mouth shut. Lay back down."

Nat felt my forehead again.

"Your temp may have dropped a little. I'll apply another coat of aloe."

The aloe was so soothing, I regetted that he finished. He refilled my glass with water.

"I'm going to leave you to nap. If you need anything my number is on the card next to the water. Just call, I'll come running." He said.

I just nodded affirmation and closed his eyes.

I had no idea how long I slept. I remember at some point waking and seeing Nat sitting in the armchair across from me, watching me. it wa comforting. I dozed back off. The next time I woke up completely. I heard a light snore and opened my eyes and saw Nat sprawled in the chair. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I looked at him again. What a magnificent man he is, I thought to myself. This time I did no comparing him to Ted. I just sat and admired him.

I got up, went into the guest bathroom and relieved myself, and then splashed cold water on my face. I took a hand towel and dried. I looked at my shoulders in the mirror and touched the skin. It left a white mark but didn't hurt. The aloe had worked its magic.

I padded softly back into the living room and stood gazing down at Nat. I was filled with warmth. I knew that there was no backing away from this man. It was predestined that we would be together. This I felt deep in my heart; I didn't need to analyze it.

Supporting myself on the chair arms, I leaned down and kissed Nat softly on the lips. His eyelids fluttered, but he didn't awaken. I kissed him again. This time his eyes opened and he gazed right into mine. I grinned at him and he grinned back.

"Caught me napping, huh?"

"I thought you said you were leaving."

"I did leave. And then I came back."

I straightened up and stretched.

"What time is it? I feel so groggy."

"It's four o'clock." Nat answered, looking at his watch.

"Geez, I slept nearly three hours. No wonder I feel groggy."

I stretched again.

"Hungry?"

"I could eat a horse."

"Like grilled Salmon instead?"

"How did you know? It's my favorite."

"Just a wild guess." Nat watched me closely to see if I was going to freak out again. I realized that was what he was doing and smiled at him.

"I made a resolution that from now on I would take every thing in stride . And I think I'll be surprised only at what we don't click on together. So where are we going for dinner? I haven't learned this area yet."

"How about my back yard."

"That's the name of a restaurant?"

"You'll love it. It's as zany as its name. Why don't you go shower. Dress is real casual. And when you're ready just come over through my back gate. In the mean time I'll go do the same."

there's more...

P.S. I would love to hear your opinions and critiques on my writing. Thus I grow. You may contact me at js.collection@verizon.net or that really technical address at the top of the page. I don't object to flames either they are usually quite amusing. JW