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He didn't let me answer. He just pressed his mouth on mine again and although there was no music playing, we were dancing again, slowly and softly and enjoying the moment. Feeling him so close was just heaven on earth. It was a special moment where we shared a certain intimacy without any prejudiced look of anybody. We shared this moment, not only with our mouths and bodies pressed together, but also with our hearts. The kiss lasted a very long time and none of us wanted the moment to end. The more we kissed, the more we felt connected. Even if Alex was a bit tense when he entered my house, he relaxed totally. I could feel the strength of his arms holding me and showing an obvious determination to keep me as close as he could. I didn't intend to go anywhere!

Alex had disconnected his two cell phones, but I hadn't disconnected the front doorbell and that was what interrupted our intimate moment. At first I thought of not answering the door, but the ringing got quite insistent. My car was in the driveway, so it was difficult to pretend I was not home, although I could have left the house walking, something I often did. Against my will, I left Alex's arms and opened the front door. There stood a man I had never seen. He was wearing a dark blue suit, but it was clear it was not tailored like Alex's and, for me, it was obvious it was someone of the police forces.

• Sorry to bother you Sir, but is Officer Buster with you?

How on hell had he found him? I was wondering and probably had a quizzical look on my face and the man went on.

• His car is parked a little higher in the street. We localized it thanks to his GPS. We've been ringing all the bells because we called him on his cell phones and he doesn't answer.

I called Alex and supposed he would leave immediately. The fact his colleagues had bothered so much to find him, it was obvious this was an urgent matter. I left the door open and went back inside while Alex approached the door.

• What is it Miles? Alex asked.

I didn't hear the rest of the conversation, as I was in the kitchen washing the coffee mugs we had been using, but after a few minutes I heard the door shut and Alex came back in with a disgusted look on his face.

• I'm afraid we will have to continue what we started a little bit later. My presence is expected! I'm sorry for that. As you see, even on Saturdays I am on duty.

I wondered if he had REAL days off, if there were times when he could really disconnect from his work. He gave me a last kiss before running out. He didn't say when he would come back and I actually preferred it that way. If he had said when he was coming back and he couldn't make it, I would have worried. "There we go!" I thought. We had an intimate and personal moment and his job interfered. It wasn't his fault though. If he was requested or needed, there was nothing he could do.

I was deep in thought about the conversation we had had. I was also thinking about what would have happened if his colleagues didn't find him. I was imagining a thousand scenarios and was happy they didn't come and look for him about half an hour later, because there was quite some chance Alex would have had to dress in a hurry. Yes, I thought that if we hadn't been interrupted I would have unwrapped my present.

I started to do my normal weekend chores. Saturday was almost always dedicated to laundry. I gathered my dirty clothes and put them in the washer. As I secretly hoped Alex would come back during the afternoon or the evening, I also changed the sheets of the bed... you never knew! I went around the house with the vacuum cleaner and then prepared some light lunch. I suddenly realized I hated eating on my own although I had done it for over five years. It is not the same to prepare something for yourself instead of preparing something for two. I could never bring up the same enthusiasm. My mind drifted off to daydreaming again, picturing Alex and I eating something I had prepared. It made me smile. I sat down to eat my lunch and thought of going over to Tiffany's. After washing up my plate and the things I had used to prepare lunch, I went for a shower and dressed. Before leaving the house I sent an SMS to Alex telling him my intention. That again gave me a pleasant feeling. Sharing what I was doing with someone who got more and more importance to me was something I had longed for.

I was convinced that the real freedom is not being alone and doing what you wanted, when you wanted and how you wanted. It certainly was something easy, but I didn't call it freedom. Freedom was to be able to share everything: thoughts, opinions, material things, a bed and so on. The real freedom was when you knew you wouldn't be judged or condemned. It was the possibility of being yourself at all times without having to pretend or being the person others wanted us to be. That was freedom. The fact I could sent a message to Alex saying I was going over to Tiffany's was giving me that feeling of freedom because with the message he always knew where to find me.

Tiffany immediately saw that my smile was a happy one.

• Hmm, she said, someone looks really happy! I don't need the cards to tell me you had a visitor and that things turned out well.

I smiled and told her what had happened. The more I told her about the kiss, the more she smiled. She was truly happy for me, for us.

• I told you, she said, you two are made for each other and even though it won't be easy, certainly at the beginning, hold on to him Gerald, because he will be the man you'll spent the rest of your days with. There isn't a shadow of a doubt about that. But I warn you that it will not be easy. His job, for the moment, comes first and that is sometimes difficult to live with.

Tiffany, over the years, had become my best friend and my confidant. She knew everything about my life and me and that was reciprocal as she told me everything about her life as well. The trust and respect that united us was an indestructible bond. The fact we were both gifted with quite a good amount of intuition, and got help of the Tarot cards to interpret those, made our bond even stronger. We even got to the point that we needed, among us, the cards less and less. We could interpret our intuitions without their help. What she had announced about five years earlier, that I would be able to have intuitions despite distances and time, got true. Nonetheless, I had discovered that far away events were like "announced" as I got images that give me a clue to that distance. The problem was that I didn't know yet what to do with those intuitions that were far away. Tiffany told me that, with time, I would learn to know what to do.

The other thing that I developed more and more was the fact I could sense small things of the daily life. I could actually feel when I would receive news of any kind, good or bad. I would sense the arrival of visitors, wanted or not. I knew what people expected from me even before they mentioned it. In this last case, I would often play a game and find out if what I sensed was correct by telling them what they came to see me for. I always had to smile when I saw their surprised faces. The inevitable question was always the same: "Can you read my mind?" and my answer was equally the same: "No, it was just a wild guess!" I knew I had to be careful with that little game, as people would start to talk and be on my doorstep at every time of the day or the night. I didn't want such an invasion on my life. After all, my main job was that of a writer and I needed quiet and peace to be able to create my novels.

Tiffany and I were sipping tea when I told her to get a third cup.

• I don't expect any visitors, she said.

But she got up to get it and at that exact moment her front doorbell rang. She looked at me and I responded her look with one of my own that said: "I told you!" On top of that I knew who was ringing the bell: Alex. When I sent him the message to tell him where I would be, I knew he was going to come and get me. The only thing was that I didn't expect him that soon. I heard him greeting Tiffany at the door with two kisses, one on each cheek. As he came in, he came over to me and gave me a quick peck on the lips. Yes, indeed, he had promised that there wouldn't be any fear anymore and he was true to his word. He didn't know if Tiffany was aware that he was gay and that we had confessed our love to each other, but it didn't matter! I would learn, with time, that Alex was just like that: once he made up his mind, he stuck to it very quickly, as from one minute to the next. When he made a decision, it was something you could count with. No doubts!

We had some small talk but I felt that Alex preferred to be alone with me. It had nothing to do with Tiffany! His thoughts were that two is a company and three is a crowd. He actually needed some quality time with me, alone. It wasn't anything sexual. It was a question of being on our own and feel each other's presence without any interference of someone else's energy. When we bid our goodbyes to Tiffany I heard what she said.

Don't forget Gerald is my best friend! Take care of him or I will take care of you!

She said it with a smile as if to say it was a joke, but in my country there is a saying that goes like this: "Laughing, a fool says what he thinks". I just knew that if Alex would do me any harm, he would wake-up Tiffany's black demons. She was so protective and her friends were sacred for her. We got in his car, or rather the car of the police forces: a Jeep Grand Cherokee with a few adaptations that were needed for his daily job. When you saw that car in the street you would never have guessed it was a police car. There were no distinctive signs outside. As soon as we were on the road, Alex put his hand on my thigh and I covered it with mine. It was a simple gesture, but it meant a lot to me. It gave me that feeling we were connected. My thoughts of earlier that day came back to my mind.

• Tell me Alex. Do you have any REAL days off? I mean, are you on duty 24/7? Or do you have days that you can call your own?

• I knew that question would come up at one point or another, he answered, and it is difficult to say, but let me try. My contract with the police forces says that I have to perform forty hours a week spread from Monday till Friday. The fact that I am officially "free" on weekends is because I am an officer, but... I realize I got a second chance after the incident in my previous town and since I started here, I wanted to live-up to the expectations of my superiors. So, up till now, I have been on duty indeed 24/7. My co- workers, my chiefs and the people working for me are used to that. You saw this morning what happens when I disconnect my phones. They find me anyway. This car is fitted with a GPS that allow them to locate it wherever it is. From there, as you saw, it is not very difficult for them to find me. Up till now, it had absolutely no importance for me to be reachable at any time of day or night, but since I met you...

• I understand what you mean Alex. In a certain way I am working 24/7 as well. The only difference is that if I don't want to work, there is nobody behind me, except maybe my editor from time to time. If I switch off my phone, there is no way to find or reach me. My car has no GPS that can tell anybody where it is parked. Maybe I should install a GPS, as sometimes I don't even know where I left the car. As a matter of fact, I should actually begin to look for a new one as mine is more than fifteen years old and has over two hundred thousand kilometers! In these days, all new cars come with GPS, isn't it?

• Are you thinking of a brand new one or would a second hand car be ok for you?

• I don't really care, I said. A car is a car and as long as it takes me from point A to point B without a problem, I am satisfied. Why do you ask?

• Well, I don't know if you are aware of it, but once a year we have an auction sale going on with cars that were confiscated or that have been towed away and so on. Sometimes there are very good and young cars for sale for a fraction of their original price. I am pretty good friends with the guy who is responsible for those sales and could probably strike a good deal for you.

• That sounds good enough for me, but I am always a bit skeptical about second hand cars. You never know exactly what happened to it while with the previous owner.

• I know, Alex said. The advantage you would have is that I can ask my friend to indicate which cars are worth bidding for and which don't. I could even arrange for you to have a look at them before the rest of the potential buyers. Jeez, if he wants, he can even sell it to you before the actual auction!

• Ok! That could really be an option... as long as it has a GPS!

He parked his car in front of my house, telling me his colleagues wouldn't have to ring all the doorbells of the street to find him, as he had told them that when his car was parked in my street, there was a ninety- nine percent chance that he was at my place. My God! When he had said that same morning that there were "no more fears" he meant it seriously.

As soon as I had closed my front door behind us, Alex was wrapping his arms around my waist, pressing our bodies together. His mouth was on mine and I still had my keys in my hand. His kiss was totally different to the kiss of that morning. It was not really a tender loving kiss. It was more urgent, strong, passionate and exuding lust and hunger. I responded to his kiss with the same strength and it was only then that I realized how much I wanted him. I wanted to experience the physical connection as much as the mental and spiritual connection we had known up till then. I didn't want to wait any longer to unwrap my present. I let my hands roam over his chest and slipped them under his jacket towards his shoulders, making it clear to him I wanted it off. Alex released his grip around my waist to allow me to slide the jacket off and throw it on a nearby chair. He resumed his position with his hands on my buttocks while I started to unbutton his shirt and pulling it out of his trousers. I went on a discovery trip, finding a very hairy chest where his nipples were hiding. He was tanned and below the straight hairs on his chest there was a reversed V-form of hair disappearing in the waistband of his tailored suit pants. My hands went to discover every bit of skin on chest, stomach and back. Our mouths were still locked and devouring each other. Our tongues danced waltz, tango and rock-and-roll! Alex pulled my T-shirt over my head while I took off the shirt off his body. When we embraced again, our chests touched, naked skin against naked skin. In all those years I had forgotten how wonderful it feels to have a loved one pressed against me. I sensed Alex wanted to pull me towards the living room, but I had other ideas. I pulled him up the stairs. We got to the first floor step by step, leaving a trail of shoes, socks and trousers. When we fell on the bed, we had just our underwear on, incapable to hide two major hard-ons. Alex fell on me. The weight of his body on mine almost took my breath away, but I loved it. We were still kissing as if there was no tomorrow. Our hands roamed over each other as if we wanted to physically feel that this was all real. If this was a dream, I didn't want to wake up!

Alex's mouth was all over my face, kissing my lips, my eyes, nibbling on my earlobes and driving me crazy when munching on that tender flesh on my neck between my ear and my collarbone. He suddenly stopped and looked in my eyes.

• I want to feel you. All of you! Nothing between us to avoid a total contact. You are sexy as hell in you white briefs, but I want them off!

He got up and pulled my briefs off and equally quickly took his off as well. My God! He was so beautiful in all his naked glory! He was very nicely proportioned and I thought that he had the perfect penis and testicles, all surrounded by nicely trimmed hair. He took a moment to checkout my body and I saw his tongue going over his lips. It was obvious he liked what he saw and so did I. At our age, I knew we both worked out to have the bodies we had. No fat could be seen, but neither could we detect any six-pack. We were both quite similar in this that we were both in good condition. I am hairy as well, but not as much as Alex. Where Alex's hair is jet black, mine is lighter in color and where Alex has a darker skin complexion, mine is much whither. In the genital's department we are similar as well, both uncut and sporting healthy hard-ons, with our scrotum close to our body.

Alex fell on top of me again and attacked my nipples with a furious energy, licking them and softly biting them without causing any pain. I was gasping for air, as my nipples are very, very sensitive and directly connected to my genitals. My cock was throbbing as hard as if I was about to shoot my load. Alex travelled down my abdomen, licking every bit of skin he encountered and pushing his tongue in my navel. I was squirming under his ministrations and he hadn't reached the most sensitive spots yet apart from my nipples. I could feel his tongue leaving a trail of spit on his way down to my nether regions. When he opened his mouth wide and engulfed my cock, closing his lips around my shaft, I, unexpectedly, climaxed and shot my load in his throat. Six, seven spurts filled his mouth and he kept sucking and swallowing. My cock-head became so sensitive that his ministrations were on the verge of becoming hurtful, but I allowed him to go on. His tongue did miracles on my body and the more he sucked and twirled his tongue around my cock-head, the more my testicles withdrew into my lower abdomen and less than two minutes of this made me shoot a second load! I had never, NEVER experienced such a powerful double orgasm in such a short time. I felt as if my heart would burst out of my chest. My breathing was heavy and I couldn't get enough air in my lungs. Alex kept my cock in his mouth, more licking than sucking and even though it was deflating, he kept nursing it. I wasn't sure if I would be able to return such a favor.

Alex let my cock slide out of his mouth and bathed my scrotum with his spit. He slowly licked his way to my perineum and I opened my legs wide to give him better access. He put his hands in the bend of my knees and slowly forced them backwards towards my chest. That made, of course, that my buttocks spread and my puckered hole was visible to the whole world. He kissed and licked his way to my rosebud and when reaching it my hole twitched and winked at him. He took that as an invitation and dove in. His lips were on my hole and French kissing it, waking up all the nerve endings that had been asleep for so long. I didn't know if I would be able to oblige to his invasion but I was sure going to give him the best I could. If his tongue had done miracles on my cock-head, it did even better on my ass. Alex got me going again although I had had two major orgasms. Even though my cock was not at full mast yet, it was definitely growing again.

Alex added his fingers to work in unison with his tongue. He inserted first one, pushing in the spit he left outside with his mouth. At the first entry of his finger he reached my prostate, pushing on it, rubbing it and massaging it like he did that everyday! All the sensations he caused in me were incredible. Ok, it was a long time since I last had any sexual activity and yes, it all almost felt new. It was in a certain way, as it was the first time we shared intimate, horny and naked pleasures. But there was a lot more to it. I could feel that Alex's main purpose was to give ME pleasure. His pleasure was apparently secondary. He wanted to make my body experience all the feelings he had for me. His mouth and his tongue were talking to my body in the most emotional way, making me feel things that were long forgotten. He massaged my prostate first with one finger, but I relaxed enough to allow him to enter a second one. He was stretching me to the limit, being careful not to hurt me. He separated the walls of my ass enough to allow his tongue to enter me, licking me inside as far as he could reach. A third and a fourth finger soon joined the first two. When he felt that I was stretched enough he jumped on his knees holding my legs widely spread and pointed his rock-hard manhood at my most intimate entrance. He spread his abundant pre-cum directly on my opening. He was sweating profusely and the drops fell directly from his forehead on my cock. He tried a few soft thrusts as if to find out if he was on the right target. Once he knew he was, he pushed in with a powerful thrust and his cock-head passed my sphincter muscle wit ease, although the burning and painful sensation was excruciating. He kept still, letting me adjust to his sudden invasion. I forced myself to breath in deeply and relax as much as possible. Our eyes were locked and I nodded to him as soon as the pain faded away to be replaced by an immense pleasure. He then pushed in slowly but with a definite determination. His spit and his pre-cum were all the lubrication we needed. I could feel his manhood entering me in that one thrust till his trimmed pubes tickled my ass- cheeks. He let go of my ankles and I wrapped my legs around his lower back. He leaned forward and our lips met again, opening up and let our tongues dance once more.

His hips seemed to have a mind of their own and started an in-and-out movement that felt heavenly. Slow long strokes where his cock almost left me completely and then entered me again, rubbing my prostate on their way and reaching places I didn't even remembered I had. I was feeling so alive! My arms wrapped around his neck and my legs around his lower back, pressed our bodies so close to each other that we felt as one. Alex controlled his movements to perfection and knew when to increase the speed, but once he reached that point of no return he as pumping so furiously in and out of me that I thought his cock would come out of my mouth from the inside. If it was possible, I felt his cock grow bigger and harder and I knew he was going to deposit his load deep inside of me. I wanted it! I made my ass-muscles work and contracted them as much as I could to milk him out of all his juices. It had an immediate effect on his over-sensitive cock and suddenly he threw back his head, thrust in me with a powerful push and moaned out load while I felt his cock throbbing in my ass. It seemed a never-ending flood of juice filling my bowels. The mere idea made me climax for the third time although I didn't spurt out as much as the first two times.

Alex collapsed on me, totally out of breath and without any energy left. I kept my arms and legs clenched to his body, hoping he wouldn't deflate to quickly, but nature followed its natural course and far too soon his cock slipped out of me, leaving that empty feeling after a serious workout. I unclenched my legs and Alex rolled off of me and lay next to me with his head on my chest. We dozed off because the next thing I knew was opening my eyes and hearing Alex snoring softly. I moved involuntarily and that made him open his eyes. He looked at me and immediately had a contagious bright smile. He stretched his head asking for a kiss that I gave him with gusto. Just at that moment his stomach growled like a hungry bear. This was the time to feed my man properly for the first time. We took a quick shower and went down the stairs with only a towel around our waist.

I looked into the fridge to see what was available. Alex suggested to just call for pizza or something similar, but I made him clear that when I had things in the fridge, there was no way I would call for fast- food. His habits as a policeman were obvious but not my cup of tea. There was no meat and no fish. So, I took out vegetables and mushrooms and eggs. I was going to make one of my famous omelets. While I was at work with the vegetables, Alex stood behind me with his arms around my waist and his hands on my stomach, looking closely at what I was doing. Feeling his chest hair on my back woke up my hormones again, but I had to concentrate on the cooking if I wanted to avoid Alex's idea of calling for pizzas, but it felt great. He caressed my stomach and chest and even pinched my nipples from time to time. My towel around my waist was tenting obscenely and I said so.

• There is a way to avoid your towel to show such an awful view, Alex said laughing.

And with that he took my towel away and left me there naked at the stove.

• If there is an accident and I burn my genitals, you won't be able to play with them for weeks! I said.

He looked around and found an apron. He took it and put it on me, leaving my buttocks in the air. He took off his own towel and rubbed his cock against my buttocks. It grew hard in a split second. He continued rubbing it but it was a bit dry frottage if I can say so. He took the bottle of olive oil from the counter and poured some just above my crack, letting it run down. He then resumed his frottage and his cock glided easily over my crack. I wiggled my ass playfully and turned off the stove, as I knew what was coming. Indeed, Alex's manhood slipped into my crack and rubbed over my oiled rosebud. When he felt that his cock-head was right on target, he stood on the top of his toes, giving his cock another angle and in one thrust he was completely embedded in me. His hands skipped under the apron and he massaged my cock expertly, spreading my pre-cum over my sensitive head. I leaned in against his chest, turning my head so that we could kiss. I started to move my hips so that his cock slipped in and out of my ass and my cock glided in his hand. I knew I was not going to last long and from Alex's breathing on my neck he was close to climax as well. I increased the speed of my movements and clenched my ass-muscles, which enhanced the sensations even more. I felt my juice boil in my balls and increased the speed even more. I felt Alex's cock throb in my ass and knew he was unloading for the second time in my bowels. It sent me over the edge and I filled his hand with a copious amount of semen. I licked his hand clean while he kneeled down behind me and licked my ass clean.

• Semen and olive oil mix well together I have to say, he said and we both burst out in laughter.

I put some bread from the deep freezer into the oven and finished the omelet. We sat down at the kitchen island to eat and have some nice Spanish red wine. I was surprised at which speed he devoured his meal. It was just like the coffee: he was used to the coffee of the vending machine and pizzas to take away. Home-cooked things were something he was not really used to. If he let me, I would bring some changes in his alimentary habits. When we were finished I put everything in the dishwasher and put my towel back around my waist although I suspected it wouldn't take long before Alex would pull it away again. I asked Alex if he wanted to spend the night.

• That's an invitation I can't refuse, he answered, but only if you promise to kick me out of bed in time so I can get home and have a change of clothes, at least underwear, shirt and socks!

• We have almost the same build Alex. I can also give you one of my briefs, a white or light blue shirt and a pair of socks if that gives us some quality time before you go to work.

• That is a splendid idea. It will give me the sensation of being close to you all day! Although wearing your underwear will cause me to have a hard-on most of the day!

We giggled.

• Do you think, Alex asked, that Tiffany was chocked when I gave you a kiss this afternoon?

• Are you crazy? I answered. She was delighted! She is a fantastic woman and loves it when she sees happy people. She has no prejudices at all and certainly not towards gays. She never mentions sexual orientations as she considers it a choice like any other one in life. You know? Nobody questions anything when a man meets a woman and Tiffany thinks that there is no reason to question anything when a man meets a man or a woman meets a woman. It is just the meeting of two human beings who find enough common points to share a lot of time together. The race, gender, religion or other convictions are not important to her. I think it is her way to show a lot of respect towards fellow human beings. She is convinced that with just a little tiny bit more of respect in this world, things would be so much better.

• And what do you think? Alex asked.

• I do agree wholeheartedly with her! There is such a lack of respect in this world we live in. I even think it is really time to include a kind of course in basic education that would be called "Respect", just like mathematics, language, history or geography. If from the first years of life, the kids receive such an education, there would be a lot less problems in this world. Imagine that there is a kid who gets the best grades of school, but fails in "Respect" and has to do his year all over again! Imagine a society where lack of respect is considered a flaw and even worse: a crime! Try to picture that leaders of the world and politicians in general would show a lot more respect of what they do now! My God, this would be a dream coming true.

• You are a dreamer Gerald! Alex replied. But I do agree with you. As you say, the first step would be as soon as kids go to school for the first time. The problem is that in these days the kids see the lack of respect in their own home. Some parents act with such a lack of respect just between the two of them that kids think it is a normal way of life. I am, unfortunately, confronted with it quite often in my work. I have been, as I told you, personally faced with a lack of respect from one of my colleagues. I agree that attacking him and sending him to hospital was probably a lack of respect as well. But what do you want? Every action is followed by a reaction. It is scientifically proved. On top of that, one of the facts about me, is that I am what you give me. Give me respect and I will be respectful. Give me love and I will be lovely. Give me anger and I will be angry.

• In that we are very similar, Alex. I noticed that from the very first meeting. The ting I liked the most in that meeting was the fact you are quite forward and looking in the eyes of the person you are talking with. It shows honesty and sincerity. You never look aside when someone is talking to you. I love that and it was one of the reasons I started to think about you as a friend and more if there was a possibility!

• That possibility is a reality! Alex said with a smile. When I first saw you I didn't want to have sex with you. I wanted to reach a point where I would be able to make love to you. Sex is wonderful, but is not love. Love is wonderful, but is not sex. But when both meet, it gets the best out of you. Sex is easy and you can get it anywhere and at any time. Making love is a treasure that has to be cherished. Making love is something so beautiful that we hide it in our bedroom. Making love doesn't need any witnesses. It is the physical expression of the inner feelings.

Alex got straight to my heart with this statement. My conviction about what Tiffany had told me, got stronger and stronger by the minute. Yes, he was a man I would like to spend the rest of my life with. I just knew he was going to be the man who would give me Love, Trust and Respect. He was the one who would stand by me at all times. The happiness I felt at that moment was so immense that the tears started to flow from my eyes.

To be continued if you guys tell me you like the story so far. All comments welcome at amahy1957@gmail.com