Surprised

This story includes homosexual sex. If you are underage or do not like the subject, then don't read it.

The story is not autobiographical and is a product of the author's fertile imagination.

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I had just left Jen's place and it was 12:30 in the morning. I felt let down, more by myself than the actual situation. We had gone out for supper. It had been a good meal but the situation went downhill slowly all evening. Jen mentioned going to her parent's place for Christmas. She took me by surprise; I didn't think that I let my feelings show but I just knew that it was not a good idea. This was taking the boyfriend home to meet the folks; I broke out in a cold sweat. I was not ready for that step. I had to find away to get around it. I had taken a drink of wine, paused with a look of thoughtfulness and started: a nice idea, I had family plans and with other relatives, my nephews and nieces, perhaps another year, I was touched.

When we got back to her place, she put on some nice music and we cuddled. I knew that she wanted reassurance and I tried my best. She obviously wanted more than a cuddle and we ended in her bedroom. She was very enthusiastic and I felt a little distanced but I tried not to show it, by being quite rambunctious and forward. She obviously enjoyed my tongue in all the right places and she certainly knew what my cock liked. After we finished and I disposed of the condom, she wanted to talk and cuddle. I wanted to leave. I managed to extricate myself after a long while of little nothings and cuddles. She wanted me to stay but I reminded her that I had no kit and had a rendezvous with friends at 8:30. But I wondered if Jen knew that it was not going much farther. I would have to be honest in the next week and tell her.

What was wrong with me? Here was a great woman who clearly liked me in all ways and I just couldn't make myself give all myself back to her. Many of my romances ended this way. Some more dramatically, with the woman being very vocal but most just fizzled out. I just couldn't get my head around it. I obviously liked the sex and it was good but the emotional .... I wanted to meet someone who would mean everything to me. Oh, was that just a romantic piece of nonsense? I liked the company, the sex and the outings but .... My thoughts just rambled all over the place.

I muddled around for the rest of the weekend and went to work on Monday. At least work could get me out of myself and back to something concrete. I had made my decision on the weekend and ended up calling Jen from work and going over to see her that night. There were explanations, tears and acceptance. She thanked me for being honest and not letting things go on too long. I left feeling awful. It might have been easier if she had been angry and outraged. However, I admitted to myself that I felt more relieved than upset. I knew that loneliness and self doubts would come shortly and they started that night with little sleep.

I met up with Mark as planned for a workout on Tuesday after work and then out for a bite to eat. I was feeling a little down and Mark eventually picked up on it. He seemed to be able to read me easily. He was one of my best friends. We had known each other since late high school and then University. We played some sports together and did stage work with the University drama society. We had had a blast all the way. We still enjoyed theatre and music together. We still did a lot together.

"John, you seem a little off tonight or is that just my imagination?"

"Jen and I have broken up."

"Sounds like you could use a drink and my ear. Let's go back to my place."

"OK." Simple answer to a complex situation.

After we had a drink and were sitting down, Mark was his usual direct and succinct self. "You or her?"

With a sigh, "Me."

"Oh, John what happened this time?"

I looked at him with a cocked head. Those words spoke volumes. He really did know me and was as perceptive as hell.

I repeated many of my thoughts from the previous days to him. Maybe at some point they would make some sense and order for me. "I just don't know what is wrong with me. The evening started well, a nice restaurant, good food. And then came the suggestion that I visit her family at Christmas."

"Oh, oh, I bet you almost froze on the spot." He looked at my stricken face. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"You know me too well. I didn't freeze; I broke out in a cold sweat and almost panicked. She took me by surprise. I just wasn't ready for that level of commitment at this point."

"Are you ever?"

"Am I that transparent?"

"I have known you for a long time and I can see patterns. Sorry, John I am just adding salt to the wound."

We lapsed into silence for a few moments. There was a quick review in my head of my many relationships and he was correct. That was the basic cause of the failure of most of my relationships.

"No you are being a good friend. Am I just afraid of commitment or have I just not met the right person yet?"

Wisely, he didn't try to answer that one. "So why did you break it off?"

"When I left early on Sunday morning, I felt more relieved than upset. I didn't want what she was offering. On Sunday and Monday, the good side of me felt that, to be fair to her, I should back out and let her get away before she invested too much."

"Yeah, you are basically a good guy. Why can't you make the commitment?"

"I like the comfort, the activities, the sex of course but I cannot imagine the rest."

"Can I make a suggestion?" I nodded of course. "Drop the whole matter for a few weeks. Don't go near another woman and just let everything circulate in your brain." He held up his hand when I tried to interrupt. "There will still be women in the world at the end. You can be with me for that time. Together we have lots of friends and activities. A way out suggestion is to come with me to the club on Friday night and go dancing with me."

My eyes must have gotten wide and god knows what my expression looked like. He laughed so hard that he carried me with him. It was the first honest relief that I had had. It felt good.

"Your face was worth the entire evening. Are you afraid? You'll be with me. If anyone gets too persistent, I'll just tell them to take off and that you are mine. Yes, you'll be hit on. You are in shape and hot as hell. Whoops, I said too much; ah, what the hell, I have good taste in men. We can dance; we often dance as a group. You can dance with friends. It will be a blast and a really different experience. I guarantee that it will take your mind off this problem. Now you can talk."

"You know me, in for a penny in for a pound. But that is going to cut you out of hooking up for the weekend."

"Believe me there will be other guys there the week after and the week after that. Besides I have my trusty friends!" He held up his left hand as if already to wrap around something. I broke up completely as the circle of his fingers would have fit around a huge cucumber. He was good for me.

"How do I deserve such a great buddy?"

"You are just you." That was his only answer with a bit of something that I couldn't fathom in his glance.

It was agreed. He and I had a performance to attend at the Arts Centre on Thursday night and we decided to make plans then. I left his place with a hug and a sleep well.

"Use this." He held up his left hand with fingers circled; he made the circle very small this time. I gave him a shot in the arm. He gave me a hurt look, with a smile. "It will help ease the tension."

"Thanks Doctor. I can give my own prescriptions."

I must admit that I took care in dressing well for the club. I knew that most of the guys came casually dressed but wore very good clothes. I felt a little strange as we entered. I never see an entire room with dancers that are all men and even I could see that most of them looked great. I lost my nervousness by the greetings of Mark's friends, gathered around a large table. We chatted and shot the breeze.

Suddenly the music changed and even I felt the beat and the charge. Robert stood up and grabbed me and took me out to the floor. He was a great dancer and for first time, I saw him as very good looking man. We just danced ourselves into a sweat. When we finished we went back to the table.

"Did anyone feel your ass while we were dancing?"

"Is that what that was. It felt good. I guess I should take it as a compliment." Everyone broke up and I got a couple of slaps on the back.

Mark had a big smile and said, "No longer a virgin. Come and dance with me."

Mark was an incredible dancer. It is amazing what you don't know about the people close to you. We danced several dances and I was very hot. He stopped suddenly and took off his t shirt and quickly tore off mine and tucked it into the waist of my pants. He turned me around and put his arms around me. He pulled me into his body and we danced to the beat. His hands were like fire on my stomach as we moved to the music. I had never experienced dancing like this before. When the set stopped, he looked at me with a sardonic smile.

"There straight boy, that is how to dance." We left the floor laughing. I danced several more time with his friends and once with a gorgeous guy, I had met coming back from the washroom. Mark and I repeated our performance with a last dance.

I had had more than I thought to drink and after our walk back to his place, he simply said that I was staying at his place for the night. Then he really floored me when he said that the couch was not comfortable and he had a king size bed.

He laughed, saying that I would be safe in his bed. "I don't ravish straight guys on the first night. You can sleep in your underwear or nothing, that's up to you." After he he used the bathroom, he told me that there was a fresh toothbrush and anything else I needed.

"Mark, a great evening." I said as I got into bed. As I lifted the covers I realized that he slept nude. So did I usually; so I stripped. "I can't thank you enough. You are a great doctor. I'd repeat the prescription if you will give me the chance."

"My pleasure John. Coffee and breakfast in the morning. You looked happy. Night."

I lay awake for a while and heard Mark's breathing change and he was asleep. I could still feel his arms around me dancing. I felt so protected and that was my last thought.

I woke slowly trying to figure out why I felt heat in my chest, stomach and groin. I realized that I was horny and erect. I suddenly realized that my arms were around someone. Oh shit, I was in Mark's bed. I was suddenly wide awake.

"Oh so he is finally awake. Parts of you has been awake for a while." Mark's voice, which was starting to laugh.

"Mark I am so sorry. I, I ...." He stopped my hands and arms from moving.

"Nothing that I haven't felt before. I am just going to show you that you have nothing to be ashamed of." He moved one of my hands to his very hard cock. "There, see, we are both in the same state. I guess that's what happens when neither one of us gets any, the night before." He turned still in my arms, smiling his great infectious smile.

I had nothing to lose now. "Nice cock. Never seen or felt it like this before. Correction, I have never felt it before period." He smiled at me.

"I have a kinky suggestion. Reach into the drawer and you will find a tube of lube. Give it to me." I broke my embrace of him and got it. "We have seen and held each other. What the hell. If I don't get relief, I am going to be a basket case all day." He put lube on his cock and handed the lube to me. He started to slowly masturbate himself.

I figured what the hell myself, I had done this a couple of times with a friend in high school. I followed him. He went in different rhythms and started to caress his own balls. I matched him stroke for stroke. I could finally hear a change in his breathing and felt him tense. All I heard was oh damn. I couldn't take my eyes off his hands and cock as it exploded with many jets of cum, some reaching his neck and chest. I could see him turn to watch my hands on my cock as I exploded. One jet hit my chin; the many others covered my neck and chest until I was just dribbling out. I cum a lot; some of my girlfriends complained. Not Mark.

"Haven't seen a performance like that for a long time. Nice shots!"

"You didn't do too badly yourself."

"You OK with this?" He asked anxiously.

"Do I look upset?" I gently touched his shoulder. I lay back with my head turned looking at him. "A day and night full of surprises. Thank you Mark. Clean up time and coffee?" I think I handled it well. I got up naked, looked at myself and muttered, "Hm, a nice mess." Nicely ambiguous. He laughed loudly.

He showered first so that he could make the coffee and I joined him in the kitchen when I was finished. When I came out cleaned but not having shaved, he commented that the look suited me. Neither of us spoke about our morning adventure. We decided that we would do some shopping and get a video and watch it with some junk food and beer that evening. We had a great day together and I went home at midnight feeling relaxed and refreshed.

True to his word we did a lot together that week and decided to go back to the club on Saturday night, as he and I were going to a pub for some pool on Friday with some of my friends. I really enjoyed the week with him. We did seem so compatible. He had a great time at the pub and ended up beating most of my friends.

I had lost my nervousness about going to the club with him. In fact, I was looking forward to the dancing. I sat back for a while and just watched the guys around the room, talking, hugging, dancing and laughing. Some were being quite forward and erotic in their touching. It seemed so natural that it didn't bother me at all. I danced a lot with Mark and even again accepted invitations from strangers. Only once did I have to say to a guy that I was with Mark. We danced the last dances together.

"It is going to get hot again, take that off now." He proceeded to take off my t shirt. I did what he had done to me and turned him around and grabbed him from behind with my hands on his hips and stomach. I wasn't bad. The music turned slow and he turned me around and we started to dance slowly together. He put his hands around me and pulled me into him with his hands on my ass. I could feel his hardness. Could he feel mine? It was a good dance. We got back to his apartment and sat down for a final drink.

"You can stay if you want and we can go out tomorrow." I decided to stay.

I noticed that we were both a little larger than normal as we stood naked and getting into bed.

"John, I am going to need some relief to get to sleep. That last dance was quite nice." He flexed his eyebrows. "Do you mind doing what we did last Saturday morning?"

"A good idea."

I got the lube again and we started. We were both watching the other. I was surprised at how aroused I was. I was also curious. Why not?

"Mark, I'll do that for you if you will help me. I always find that it feels different and better if it's someone else's hand. I guess a man's hand is just as good as a woman's." He answered by putting his hand on my very erect cock. It felt great and so we started to do each other. He got me to sit up and then put himself between my legs and he started fondling my balls with his other hand. I reciprocated. I was very aroused and I was obviously very turned on as it took no time to get me very close. I told him and we both stopped and just ran our hands over each other's legs and stomach. When we started again, we both knew that it wasn't going to last long. I came first in a burst of pleasure and semen that left me breathless. He came shortly after me with his eyes shut and almost a look of pain on his face.

He smiled. "You are a mess. A good mess." He came back with warm washcloth and towel. He refused to give it to me and gently cleaned me up. As he took his side of the bed, he put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Have a good, restful sleep, John." I wanted to cuddle but I figured I couldn't and shouldn't. We both slept soundly.

The next day was again a day of chores and companionship. It was great. We had lots of things to do together after work during the week. We had developed a really good rhythm together. Jen had never entered my mind.

When we went out on Friday night to the club; the thought crossed my mind that I couldn't monopolize Mark all the time. I was taking him away from meeting guys. But I really enjoyed our dances. I was off dancing and I noticed a guy came up to our table and asked Mark to dance. They were talking and I think I saw them exchange numbers. Mark danced the last dances with me and I felt as close as I had the previous 2 weeks. We did the same things back at his place when we went to bed.

In the the morning, he broke the news that he would be going out that night with the guy, Ben, he had been dancing with. He was almost apologetic. I gave him a big smile and told him I was happy for him. He gave me a look that I just couldn't figure out. We did some things in the morning and I phoned some friends who were going to a pub to drink and shoot pool and made plans for the evening with them. I gave him a hug as I left him and found that he held on for longer than I expected.

As I went out with the guys, I really did have a sense of missing something and I had to admit to myself that it was Mark that I was missing. In fact, at one point later in the evening, I pictured him with the guy, doing things that I wanted to be doing with him. I shoved it to the back of my mind and kept saying that I was happy for him and I guess I was. My phone rang a 10:45. The display read Mark's name.

"Hi, big guy. What's up?"

"John, could you come and pick me up?" He sounded stressed

"Are you OK?"

"I'm OK. Just a bit shaken. I'll tell you all when you come. I'm at Tim Horton's and he gave me the location."

"Hold on. I'm on my way and will be there quickly."

When I saw him, he looked defeated, let down and angry. "Ah shit, Mark. You are OK, aren't you?"

"The guy was a bastard. Oh, charming enough to get me to his place in his car, leaving mine at my place. I won't go into details but he is into bondage and barebacking. When I explained I wasn't, he got testy and then insulting. He laughed at me when I suggested that I attach him to the bed and fuck him bareback. I told him that I was leaving."

"Did it get physical?"

"Let's just say that he is going feel some sore spots on his body tomorrow." He smiled grimly and paused thinking. He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't think that I have ever been called a cock sucking, son of a bitch, tease before. How about you, did you have a good night?"

"It was OK. Not as exciting as yours. I danced with a woman once tonight." I shrugged my shoulders. "How's that for excitement. Come on, we are going back to my place for food and drink.

"That would be great. Hope you didn't leave the beautiful lady stranded?"

I gave him the look. "I said one dance and it was not exciting!"

When we got settled with a drink in my hand and his, I sat beside him and put an arm over his shoulder. I just wanted to comfort this big guy who had been humiliated in his own eyes. We sat there in silence and he sank into my embrace. He put a hand on my leg and looked at me with those big brown eyes. He looked and me and we sat there in companionable silence. I felt so comfortable.

"John, half way through the evening as we arrived back at his place, I just felt that I didn't want to be there and would have given anything to be at the club with you and friends.

"Mark, I am so sorry this happened to you. Yesterday when you told me about tonight, I was very happy for you but then tonight...." Like an idiot I was about to blurt it out.

"What were you going to say about tonight?" He paused staring into my eyes. "John, say it. I've known ever since we got back that there was something on your mind. Out with it."

I looked at his almost pleading eyes and decided I might as well say it. "I was so happy for you yesterday but when the reality of what you were going to do tonight hit me, I felt sad as if was losing something. Please don't get upset with me"

"Upset with you? That is one of the nicest things anyone has said to me in a long time." His wonderful deep brown eyes searched my face and looked as if he were making a decision. "Don't be upset with me. I am going to do something that I have dreamt about for a long time and I mean more than the last the few weeks."

He leaned into me and kissed me on the mouth. I could feel his tongue on my lips. He broke the kiss and moved his head back and looked at me. I felt drawn to him. The thought sped across my brain; this is my buddy, a man? I responded with what felt natural at that moment. I returned his kiss. Again, I felt his tongue on my lips. Another decision. I opened my mouth and he gently probed with his tongue. I love kissing; I find it a really erotic. As I returned his kiss, I felt myself growing fast and very hard. What was happening between us? Had dam broken after our feelings of the last days and hours. I broke the kiss gently and looked at him with questioning eyes. I glanced down and I could see the outlines of a very hard cock.

"John ...."

There was a tone of apology and sadness in his voice. I decided that it was up to me. "Mark, no talking, tonight I am in charge. Relax and enjoy ..... No, you heard me." He had a wonderful smile on his face as I stood up with my pants tented and grabbed his hands and pulled him up. I wanted to comfort him, to tell him how much he meant to me as a friend. I suddenly accepted that there might even be more.

When we were beside the bed, I slowly undressed him. When he was naked, I stood back and slowly undressed, taking him in with my eyes, seeing him really for the first time as a man: six foot 2 inches, wavy medium brown hair, handsome face, well defined chest with a light covering of the same medium brown hair, strong athletic legs covered in slightly darker brown hair. His penis was a little longer than mine but not quite as thick. It stood straight out from his body. It had a beautiful full head. If it were possible, I got even harder. I moved up to him and touched his chest. I put my hands on his chest and I played with the hair for a minute. That is something that I love women doing to me. Then I flicked and rubbed his nipples, he gasped. My hands slowly went down his body to his cock until I was very gently feeling its length and hardness with my fingers. I wasn't just helping him out; I was engaging with him as a man I cared for. It felt so natural; it was unexpected.

I was curious, something I had never done but like many men, had wondered about it. He tensed when I knelt in front of him and lightly touched the tip of his cock with my tongue. Interesting taste. So different from a woman. He tried to pull away from me.

"John, you don't have to ...."

"Do I look as if am forced or that I am not enjoying this." Before he could utter another word I had the head in my mouth and was running my tongue over it.

"Where did you learn to do that?"

"Mark, I'm a man. I have had a lot of mouths on me. I know what I like. By the way, I like what I am doing right now and it may have something to do with whom this is part of. I like doing this to women; you just taste and feel different." I sucked him harder as I went down the shaft. He didn't speak another word, except to moan and mumble a lot.

Finally, he spoke quietly. "John, I really want to do something to you and I will enjoy it more before I cum. Warn me when you are close and I promise to let you back to what you are doing now."

We traded places except he put me on the bed and got between my legs. I shuddered when his mouth closed around me. He was good. I learned a lot more in the next five minutes than in a life time with women doing it to me. He used his fingers on my balls and on the hairs on my thighs. He stroked my balls and legs, he pulled the hairs gently and came very close to my crack but he didn't go there. His tongue was doing things to me that I could only have dreamed about. I was inflamed with sensation. Every part of me was super sensitive. I finally warned him that I was very close.

When I put him in my mouth, I decided to go for the finish. I sucked, I licked all over and took him as far as I could and sucked and used my tongue. He warned me and I came off and used my hand on his very wet cock. As I used one hand to stroke him, I used the other hand to lightly squeeze his balls. That did it. He tensed as I have come to know and he was suddenly pulsing jets of cum all over my neck and chest. As soon as he was finished, he was on the head of my cock with me on my back and in a minute I could feel my entire groin begin to tingle and then the orgasm spread through my legs and I too was erupting. I cried out at the intensity. I was covered with semen.

Mark looked at with the softest eyes and smile. He leaned over and kissed me. I think that he meant it to be just a mild gentle kiss but I grabbed his head and body and pulled him into me while I invaded his mouth with my tongue. We were covered in each others semen but neither of us seemed to care.

He looked at me tenderly and said very simply, "I guess we have some things to talk about but let's just enjoy the glow now and sleep on it. I haven't felt like this for a long time."

"Neither have I." I suddenly realized how much I meant it and what that meant. I was close to tears with the gentleness and feelings he had spoken. My reply was to turn back the covers, climb in and pull him up behind me. As he spooned me and drifted off to sleep, I remember feeling a wonderful sense of comfort, contentment and protection from those strong arms and body behind me. Who would have thought?

In the morning, it was me who wouldn't leave the bed until we had another round. When we were finished covered with semen yet again, he spoke for the first time today.

"I never knew what a horny bastard you really are and that is not a complaint!"

"And you are not? I noticed that my partner was inventive and enthusiastic."

He slapped my ass and pulled me out of bed. I stopped him and looked at him at arms length. He was covered in my cum looking young and vulnerable. His cock was still enlarged but flaccid. What a magnificent sight. I devoured every inch of his body. We had our first shower together. We cleaned every inch of each other. It was the first time that anyone spread my ass cheeks and used their fingers to clean me. I was hard instantly. He was too when I finished with him.

"John, down boy. I know you are up for it." He raised his eyebrow. "I think that we have some talking to do. Let's put on a robe and get some coffee and food."

"Yes, master."

We both agreed as we ate that we had to figure out what was happening and that all the cards should be on the table. But who was to go first? I told him that it was my place and the guest always goes first. We both laughed.

"You are tricky and horny. OK, cards on the table. John, I have always felt deeply for you but you were straight with lots of women. So I accepted a wonderful friendship that we have had over the years. It was all I could have. Then your crisis 4 weeks ago and we spent a lot of time together. Yesterday morning your reaction of pleasure to my date sort of sealed my fate, in my mind. I wanted you to say, no, go out with me, but you said that you were happy for me. Even before the evening went bad, I knew that I would rather be with you dancing and holding you after in bed." He lapsed into silence. I was shaken by the intensity of his feelings. I was madly trying to sort out my words and thoughts.

"I'm scared."

"About me, what we have done together?"

"You have to be joking. No, about my self. About my record in relationships.... No let me talk. I knew last night that I hated the idea of another guy being with you. In my mind, I even saw you naked with him and I was upset. For the first time, I felt that I had lost something important. I can't keep relationships with women; how do we suppose I shall do better with a man? The amazing thing is that the gay sex part seems so right. I have no qualms about it at all. It feels so natural and real. I think that those feeling are what has been missing. I am rambling but those are some of my thoughts."

"Suggestion, John. Let's keep this as simple as it has been. Let's see where it goes." He paused. "I know ...." He paused again and smiled his wonderful smile. "I'll never ask THE question." I shook my head and gave him a questioning look. "You tell me if and when you want to come to meet my parents for Christmas."

It broke the tension and we guffawed loudly. "Mark, your home is like a second home and your parents are my second parents." We both laughed again because it was true. "I know what you mean and I shall remember that promise."

All of this led to a very romantic kiss. Our robes came undone and I soon had Mark sitting on my legs on a chair kissing me, licking and nipping at my nipples. I looked down at him and at me. "Oh, that's right, no sex this morning."

"Let's fix that!" He said as he pulled me up.

"Mark, just one question. Us? This is new to me, a first. I hope that doesn't scare you? What do we do?How do we work it?"

He smiled. "That's more than one question. What do you want?"

"It doesn't have to be called anything. Just you and me, like the last weeks. Well we can skip Ben." We both understood Ben. Not an issue. But it added some lightness to the conversation. "But there has to be honesty if either of us wants something different."

"I think you mean monogamous. That's it then, with honesty."

"Final question. Can we get tested tomorrow?"

"Our first two decisions in a matter of seconds. Dead easy." He said with a big smile.

I wasn't nearly as shocked as I felt I should be. I, me, was in a relationship. With a man. With my best friend. I didn't break into a cold sweat. I felt calm and happy. Amazing and just bloody unreal.

I learned a lot in the next hour, actually over the course of the day. I am not the only horny one in this relationship. I tried to get him to stay over Sunday night but he had work commitments very early on Monday.

"I need my sleep and won't get any here and it is your fault. You make me crazy." I kissed him goodbye and it was not chaste. We were both hard again.

"That's just so you won't forget about me." I smiled.

"I probably won't get to sleep after that kiss. Don't look at me like that; I am not staying." We both laughed and kissed again.

We met at noon and went to the clinic and had blood tests done. The results would be sent online by Friday. Mark looked at me with a big smile. "Are you ready for that kind of weekend?"

I tried to look stressed and undecided. "It's a ... a, a big step. I, I, I guess ..., we'll see." I managed to stutter it with a straight face.

He looked very serious and concerned. "It's OK, John. We go with what you are comfortable with. I didn't mean to push you."

I broke into a big grin. "Gotcha, you were really easy on that one." The look on his face was priceless as he realized that he had been had. He went to grab me but I moved quickly out of his reach.

"Oh, are you going to get it. Payback will be ruthless and unexpected." He said laughing. As we stood up, I looked around and with no one around, I gave him a hug and peck on the cheek. We agreed to meet up after work for supper.

It was wonderful to meet him and feel his leg against mine at supper. We talked for a long time about how to arrange our lives now. Tonight, we decided to go our separate ways as we both had early mornings but tomorrow was workout, supper and I would stay at his place. I left to buy some supplies to leave there. I was almost light headed when it really sunk in what I was doing. I had never wanted to do this with a woman.

Luckily the next day went by quickly as I had a tough case that needed a lot of attention to detail. We had a good workout and then a quick supper. When the door to his place closed we were all over each other. I don't think that I have ever undressed anyone or been undressed so quickly. I learned what it was like to have my prostate stimulated, from the inside. Wow! My finish was like fireworks.

The club felt different as I entered it with Mark by my side on Friday night. We chatted with vivacity to our friends. The dancing was incredible. It was like foreplay. His hands were over me as we danced. A little later in the evening as we came off the floor, Robert looked at me with a questioning smile. I shrugged my shoulders as if I didn't understand.

"You two looked good out there. Very, together." The questioning look was still there, also calculating.

"Yeah a great evening. You want to dance?"

"OK, but I don't think that I can match you two."

We had a great dance and no, he didn't match what Mark and I had done. When I got back to the table, I smiled at Mark and he nodded his head to the door with a question on his face. I nodded yes. Mark announced quietly that it had been a hard week and that we were going to leave early. I had watched Robert take it all in. I heard Robert mutter something. He muttered that it was going to be a very hard night also. I think that I was intended to hear it and his smile confirmed that. I'd have to store that for some thought with Mark later.

As we got closer to his place, he grabbed my hand and held it. He spoke when we entered his apartment. "There are some practical matters to be taken care of. Let's take a shower. I have some things to show you." It was an interesting few minutes. What I really liked was that it was matter of fact and practical, no shyness or embarrassment. I was finding that was what I was enjoying so much with Mark, the easy rapport and freshness of what we did together. To testify to his good work, I was like an iron rod when we were finished; so was he.

He stopped as we entered the bedroom. "John, I never dreamed that this day would ever come. You turn me on so much. You first, I want you in me. But let's play first." He raised his eyebrows.

With that he knelt on the bed and pulled me into him. The kiss was long and passionate. His hands and mine were all over each other. I pushed him back onto the bed with a smile and went down on him. He was squirming from the licking and sucking. My hands were all over his balls and crack. I scratched his chest with my finger nails and continued to his legs. He was moaning and squirming. I reached over and got the lube and put a generous amount on my fingers. I had been on the internet so I knew what I had to do. When I put my first finger in and then a few minutes later the second and finally the third, he smiled, his eyes closed in pleasure.

"Enough, I want you in me now."

I looked him in the eye and handed him the lube. He raised himself up and slowly spread a large amount on me. He did it with a deft touch which felt like little sparks as he slowly massaged the lube on me. I kneeled in over him as he lay looking at me. He took my cock in his hand and guided me to his opening.

"You are fairly big and it has been a little while. Just go slowly."

He put his hands on my ass and pulled me in. When he released the pressure, I stopped. Just the head was in. The feeling was like nothing that I had ever felt. He was hot and very tight. I could feel him and myself pulsing. He told me that he could feel me getting bigger. He pulled me in further. Then he is said to move in and out in short strokes. It felt amazing. Finally, he pulled me all the way in. Then he told me long, slow strokes. I felt him caressing me with his muscles especially when I was almost out of him. I moaned. He gave me the rhythm with his hands. There were shocks going up and down my groin. The pleasure was almost painful. I was so big that it almost hurt. After several minutes, I said that I was close. He told me to come out and take him my mouth.

His taste was musky and arousing. As bobbed up and down on him sucking and using my tongue, he stroked my hair and face, and then my shoulders, chest and nipples. He stopped me and guided me back in. I saw that we had backed off and our pleasure would last a little longer. He was using his hands on himself and when I said that I was close, he did himself harder and faster. His orgasm caused him to spasm around me and it pushed me over the top. He was spurting huge loads and then I started. I was calling his name and moaning my pleasure. I collapsed on him kissing and mixing some of his cum on his lips and face.

We lay like that for a while. He muttered his love in my ear. I told him that I had never felt so connected to anyone before. After several minutes he made a suggestion.

"Let's get cleaned up and sleep until later. Then I shall introduce you to more male love." He smiled. I noticed that he used the word love not sex.

In the early morning, I stirred and found him on his side gazing at me. We were both hard. He took over and before I knew it, I was on my a back and his tongue was in my hole while his hands gently stroked my balls, legs and cock. Even sooner there were three fingers in me stretching me and rubbing my prostate.

As Mark climbed between my legs, he gently reassured me. "This may bother you a bit at first but we are going to go very slowly. Do what I did to you. Set the pace. I only go in when you pull me in. Any pain or discomfort will disappear but if not, we stop and there is nothing wrong with stopping. Remember what I told you last night. Push out when I first enter you."

"Mark, I trust you." As he kissed me, I put him at my entrance. As we kissed more passionately, he moved his head around my hole and just pushed in a very little and out many times but a fraction deeper every time. He leaned down and nipped my nipples and as he did that he lodged just the head in me. He stopped and looked at me for any sign of distress. I think that my eyes were wide and probably my mouth opened but I managed an encouraging smile. I felt full and slightly uncomfortable, actually it did hurt some. I flexed my internal muscles to help ease things. It worked for me and him. He muttered that it felt incredible and that I was a very fast learner. Finally, I put my hands on him and slowly started to pull him in. I wanted to yell for joy, especially as he passed over my prostate.

"Mark, we are one. Short and slow and then when you want long and slow. The feelings were sublime. The big, gentle man was making love to me with care and consideration. I had sensations that I never knew existed. I became very enthusiastic. I threw my legs over his back and locked them together. I scratched his back. I got my hands between us and fingered his balls and as I went lower, I could feel his cock stroking me in and out. I got him to raise his chest and I pulled the hair and his nipples. I could feel him get bigger and harder. I couldn't get enough of him. There were waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I finally put my hands on myself and started to pump myself. I was soon matching stroke for stroke. I was in sensory overload. It was remarkable how much electricity was flowing through my body. My first pulse fired up to my face and then my lips. I could feel that that sent him over as he went in all the way and held. I could swear that I felt him pulse deep inside me. He licked the cum off my face and kissed me murmuring my name over and over. We both were breathless.

Mark started to laugh. "I was afraid that you wouldn't like it. Wow, there was no need to worry."

"It was because it was you and you are so loving. Mark, it has taken a long time to realize what you mean to me." There were tears in his eyes. As I kissed them away, I asked, "I hope those are tear of joy and not sadness."

"No, tears of total happiness." He came out of my and I felt empty but satiated. We spooned and woke up with the telephone ringing. I was closest. I answered with sleep still in my voice.

"I thought that you might be there. Hope I am not interrupting anything?" I could hear the smirk over the telephone.

"Good morning Robert." I paused. He phoned, he could carry the conversation. "I'm still here."

"Could I come over? Mark mentioned last night that we might go looking for a new phone for me."

I handed the phone to Mark. I heard one side of the conversation. Robert was coming for lunch. Good lord, it was 10:00. Trouble was that I was hard again and so was Mark. We stood up to go to the bathroom.

After we relieved ourselves, I pleaded, "Mark this is not going down. Take me here please, quickly. I am well lubed." We stood in front of the mirror and I could see him entering me. Quite erotic. It was quick, noisy and messy. Wonderful .

When Robert entered, he stopped dead and looked at us, I guess we had a glow about us. He looked directly at me. "Long, HARD night?"

"Long, HARD night and morning." I couldn't believe that I said that. As he laughed, he looked me up and down. "I am so happy that both of you have finally found out what we have all known for a long time. John, I always thought that you had chosen the wrong team to play with. And I knew instinctively what this guy always wanted. Over lunch, I want the details on how this happened."

I had told Mark about Robert's comments the previous night and we had agreed to tell all. We told him the whole story. He knew Ben and said that he would spread the word. We all went looking for Robert's new smartphone. I was obviously out of the loop and had no idea of the power and versatility. I bought the same model. I am a convert.

My life changed from the previous weeks but not as much as I would have thought. There was work. Mark and I had been doing a lot together. We did spend more nights at each other's place. Now there, my life did change. We did a lot of the same things except we did them as partners. A couple of weeks later we were at the club dancing on a Saturday night.

Mark, turned to me after coming off the dance floor. "I didn't think that he would have the nerve. He is back." It turned out that the entire table noticed. I just shrugged my shoulders. The music got really good and we all went out to dance without shirts. It was hot and sweaty. Mark and I ended doing a very erotic slow dance together. I could tell that it would be very interesting later at home. When we left the floor, I went to bathroom. As I finished at the urinal, I tucked in and turned around. I was alone in the room with Ben. He looked at from head to toe.

"A beautiful body. I like the twink look. Why do you waste it on that creep? I am sure that there are real men that could show you some things."

I was so flabbergasted at the brazen stupidity of his comments that I just gaped at him. He moved closer to me and I kept a distance by taking a step back and found myself against the metal of the stall. He came into my space.

I finally found my voice. I looked him straight in the eye. "Ben, I came in to use the can. For no other reason. I am going to leave. He put his arms out on either side of me. His hands were now touching the metal, trapping me. I could feel his heat and smell him. He moved closer.

"Ben, I am a lawyer. You have invaded my space. If you touch me and don't move off that is considered assault. Now take your arms away." He just smirked.

"Come on, you know that you find me attractive. We could do some interesting things in the stall behind you."

I saw Mark look in the washroom. I signalled with my hand to let me deal with it. "The only interesting thing that can happen is for you to move your arms and I leave now." I let my voice rise with volume until I yelled the now. The idiot just smiled as if this was me wanting to say yes. "Ben, I am going to count to three and I want your arms gone." He just stood there smirking. Unbelievable. "One, two," I paused, "Three." Both my arms came up knocking his arms up and I moved forward with speed and with force into his body, keeping my head steady and back so it would not get hit. He was so taken by surprise and the force of my attack that he lost his balance and ended up lying on the floor, looking surprised as hell. "Never trust the twinks with beautiful bodies who have studied martial arts. I guess you are going to be just as sore as when Mark left you. Don't ever be in the same room with me again."

I heard clapping from the entrance. Our whole table had gathered. Mark came up. "Lover, quite a demonstration. I guess I'll have to watch myself."

We kissed and I said just loudly enough that only Ben could hear, "You won't have to watch yourself tonight, big guy. You are mine and I have something for you. I moved my body so that his hand was on my crotch." Only Ben could hear or see what I was doing.

"You know I can't get enough of that."

We left with Ben still on the floor, not smiling. The guys were all over me. Robert had taken a video of the entire event with his new phone. I was good. It was raucous and fun. That night we didn't even bother with a final dance. Mark put my shirt on me letting his hands wander on my chest and nipples. I did the same to him. I heard Robert tell us to get a room. I looked at him and said that was all taken care of. Robert came over to me, hugged me and told me that I was the best for Mark. High praise to live up to.

We made love all over the apartment. We started just inside the door. I got the lube and I was in Mark very quickly. I didn't finish. Mark was in me while I leaned against the couch. He didn't finish. Finally, Mark sat on me on a dining room chair and I used my hands on him while he bounced up and down on me. He lifted one arm at one point and licked under my armpits. I was totally wet when he finished and I was aroused as never before. I have never been as hard and sensitive in my life. He came with huge jets. When I came in him, the pulses were like shots from a gun with incredible firing sensations as I moved in him. It seemed to go on for ever. It was incredible to see my cock come out covered in cum and a huge amount dropped out of him. Most women found it distasteful. Mark and I just marvelled at it.

We didn't shower and 30 minutes later I was back in Mark. I discovered that I love going back into Mark like that. I love the wetness and even the sound. The second orgasm takes longer but is often stronger. In this case, it was mind blowing. I had made Mark wait and he finished in me with even more noise than I had made.

"Mark, to be colloquial, I would say that we are well fucked."

"John, I honestly never thought that I would hear you say that, about you and me. You mean so much to me." Mark had his wonderful, big, sexy, loving smile on his face.

Note: There is more to come in John and Mark's story.

If you liked this story, you might want to read the others that I have published on Nifty. In particular, Unexpected Change has had the most positive comments. I modestly say that the others have been well received as well.

Unexpected Change, Nifty, College, April 16, 2011 Friendship, Nifty, Adult Friends, May 20, 2011 Surprising Last Year at University, Nifty, College, June 9, 2011 Murder Changed My Life, Nifty, Beginnings, July 8, 2011 What is Love?, Nifty, Beginnings, August 31, 2011 Getting My Act Together, Nifty, Adult-Friends, November 10, 2011