Part 9
Art met me at the door the next afternoon dressed in swimming trunks (boxer style) and a tank top and sandals. I was wearing shorts and a tee with similar footwear.
"It's all set," Art said, "I've got fried chicken, macaroni salad and some fresh tomatoes to slice up, along with some iced tea. Let's grab a beer and hit the pool, then I'll come back and get lunch when we're ready for it."
"Okay," I said, "Let me put my suit on." I changed into my suit and a tropical shirt that went well with the suit.
We went to the pool, swam and played in the water, then climbed out. We got a table under an umbrella, had a cigarette, and Art went back to get the lunch stuff, all of which was delicious. Art confessed that he'd bought rather than cooked the chicken and salad and I complimented him on his cleverness.
We had a very fun afternoon and the conversation was light and easy. We were really having a very good time together.
After a couple of hours, we decided we'd had enough sun and went back to Art's apartment.
"I had a funny experience last night," Art said. We were putting the food and dishes away from our picnic.
"I got home from having dinner with my sister and logged onto the computer. I went to the last website you gave me and read it and then clicked on a link there that took me to this huge chat place. It was free but I had to register and create a profile. It said there were almost 200 people online. I couldn't believe it."
"Really," I said with a grin. "I didn't know I'd given you any chat room links." He ignored me and plowed ahead.
"I hadn't been on there more than a few minutes, reading profiles and stuff when some guy invited me to a private chat."
"And did you enjoy chatting?" I asked.
"No. I found it silly. I mean sitting there trying to think of something to say to a guy I didn't know and all. He was trying to be clever and provocative, but I just couldn't get into it. I finally told him I had to go and logged off." I chuckled.
"I just don't get it. What's the point of doing that with a total stranger?"
I tried to explain gently how online chats and phone sex work, but it was clearly not something that got him excited.
"I thought it was just silly," he said. I laughed.
I suggested quick showers to get rid of all the sunscreen we'd used and he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bedroom.
"I think I'm more of an in-person, touch and see kind of guy." Suddenly he looked me straight in the eye and pulled me close to him.
I stood still as he gently reached his hand to cup around my cock and balls in my swimming suit.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked. I knew the answer when I saw the desire and yearning in his eyes.
I moved toward him and our lips met, very tenderly at first then with a growing passion. He kept his hand on my crotch and moaned softly as he felt my cock stiffen. I separated my lips slightly and felt his tongue pass between them, touching my teeth and tasting my saliva.
We kissed for a couple of minutes while I ran my hands all over his strong, taut body. As I reached his crotch, I felt the firmness of his cock.
"Wanna shower together?" he asked.
"Uh huh," I answered as we kissed again.
We had fun in the shower. It was sweet and rather tender the way we explored one another's body. When we were both totally hard, we soaped each other's backs and fronts and then rinsed, standing together under the hot spray while we kissed.
"I want you," he whispered. "Please tell me you want me too."
"Of course I do," I answered him, "You can't even know how much."
We got out of the shower and dried off, turning to dry the other's back and legs. It was fiercely erotic to me, and he then led me back to the bedroom.
I couldn't get over his cock. I guessed it was now nearly eight inches and it was still growing. I decided that since I had more experience, it was only right I should make the first move and I was very excited to do so.
I knelt in front of him and kissed the head of his cock and fondled his balls, then surrounded about half of his cock with my mouth as he moaned deeply.
"God that feels good," he whispered.
I sucked and tasted his cock for several more minutes as it grew another half inch, managing to take most but not all of it in my mouth before he touched my shoulder with his hand.
"Wait a minute," he whispered. I looked up at him with most of his cock still in my mouth. He grinned down at me.
"I don't want it to be just this way," he continued, reaching down and pulling me up by my arms. As I stood, he reached again toward my crotch.
He stroked my cock with one hand while he pulled me close in a very sensuous kiss with lots of tongue action. My cock felt like it had turned into a steel beam.
Quickly he kneeled in front of me.
"Wow," He said before he sucked over half of my cock into his mouth in one move. I groaned as I felt his hot, wet mouth surround and begin sucking my cock.
He sucked gently and sort of tentatively at the start, but soon was taking more and more into his mouth. Then he started sucking more firmly. My cock was now rock hard and had reached its full seven and a half-inch length. After several minutes, he backed away from it and looked up at me.
"Let's get on the bed," he said, standing and taking hold of my hand at the same time. "Let's do this right."
He moved me to the bed. Our lips met as the rest of our bodies touched full-length for the first time and I felt the smooth firmness and strength of his body. Our kisses grew more passionate as he held me, and I tasted his tongue as I continued touching and feeling his body.
I felt his cock throb against my leg and I moved down on the bed and sucked it back into my mouth again. He moved into a sixty-nine position and he took my cock in his hand.
"Yours is so big," he whispered, holding it tightly.
"Yours is bigger," I said, freeing his briefly from my mouth.
"Longer but not as thick," he said, gulping my cock back into his mouth.
His cock was indeed about an inch longer than mine but it was considerably thinner. I found that in this position I could take his all the way down my throat. That excited him tremendously. I kept sucking it that way, my lips almost touching his balls as I stopped, holding his cock completely in my mouth and throat.
"He moaned as my mouth and tongue stimulated the full length of his cock and I felt it deep in my throat. He sucked as deeply as he could on my cock and speeded up his sucking pace. I was getting hotter and hotter and knew I wasn't going to be able to hold off long.
We were both sucking like crazy when he pulled me over on top of him. I moved my head to allow me to continue sucking his cock and reached up to fondle his balls. He angled himself in such a way that he could take more of my cock and seemed particularly delighted when the head passed into his throat.
I could feel my climax starting deep in my nuts and knew I couldn't hold out long with his talented sucking. I warned him well in advance.
"I'm gonna come," I whispered. He groaned loudly in return and kept sucking it faster and faster. He was taking every inch of my cock now, and I felt his lips touch my balls with almost every stroke.
"I'm gonna come now, Art!" I cried out, but he just sucked even faster.
"God," I almost screamed as I felt the first blast strike deep in his mouth and felt his mouth nursing my cock for more and more while his hand squeezed gently on my balls.
My eruption continued for some time, while he slowed his sucking pace, and then I felt his mouth twitch as he swallowed.
I was still sucking his cock, taking his long meat all the way down my throat as fast and hard as I could. Suddenly I felt his balls pull up to his body and tasted the first of his hot, salty juice as his cock throbbed. It was like a volcanic eruption as his long cock pumped his stuff into my mouth.
"Oh yes," he cried, "That's wonderful! Suck me! Take it like that!"
I sucked and swallowed, trying to capture every drop but he just kept coming and coming. Finally his cock stopped quivering and began to soften and I nursed the last drops from it, kissing the head of his cock as I released it. I confess the whole scene excited me tremendously. We'd done the same thing to each other and satisfied the other one.
Art pulled me up to him and pulled me close, and I felt myself wrapped in his strong, hairy arms. His skin felt wonderful against my body as he held me.
"That was wonderful," I said, moving as close as I could, "You're fantastic."
"You're the one who's wonderful," he said, "You're a very sexy guy."
"I'm afraid you might think I talked you into this," I said.
"No, no," Art said, "The more I read about things, the more I knew that I've always been gay, and the more I realized how much I wanted this to happen."
"As long as you're sure," I answered.
"I've never been surer of anything. I came to realize that I've wanted to have this and more with you since the day we met."
His words sent a shudder through my whole body.
"Do you believe me?" he asked and we were off kissing again.
"Yes I do," I said a few minutes later.
"Good. It's time I admit it to myself I'm gay and what I really want. In fact, I think you're what I really want. The person I want to be with."
We cuddled like that a long time, and suddenly Art's stomach grumbled loudly. We both laughed.
"Aha, the man has other hungers!" I said, grinning at him.
"To tell the truth, I was too nervous to eat much lunch. Let's dig out the leftovers and finish them off." We got off the bed and each pulled on our underwear. We went out to the kitchen and I made drinks for us and Art set the food out on the counter for later.
Part 10
We sat on the sofa together, and I felt I had to ask again.
"Are you sure you want this?"
"Absolutely sure. No doubt about it," he answered.
We enjoyed two cocktails and ate the rest of the picnic food. Suddenly, we both noticed that it was starting to get dark outside.
"Will you stay the night?" Art asked, "I want to be near you tonight."
"Sure," I answered, "I'd love to."
We watched a movie on TV (predictable) and went to bed about 10:30.
We kissed and cuddled until nearly midnight, both of us fully hard again but enjoying the romantic part of being together.
"You gettin' sleepy?" I asked.
"Nope," he said, "I'm getting horny again." We showed off our oral skills again and it was wonderful when we both reached the finish line at the same time.
I didn't expect to sleep well as I'm not used to sleeping with another person. I was wrong, though. I slept like a log and didn't wake up until I heard Art get up to use the bathroom very early in the morning, and I snuggled against his pillow, enjoying his manly scent. When he came back to bed he cuddled against my back gently and after several minutes I could tell he'd gone back to sleep. I dosed off for another hour or so myself before I woke up again.
I waited as long as I could before the need to pee forced me to get up and head to the bathroom. I found some mouthwash and rinsed before I climbed back into bed. That must have wakened Art. It was just after 7 o'clock.
"You okay?" he asked in a sleepy voice.
"I'm fine," I answered, leaning over to kiss him quickly, "Go back to sleep buddy."
He stretched and sat up in bed.
"No, I'm awake now," he said, "I'm used to getting up early and I can't sleep in very late anymore." He got up from the bed and pulled on a pair of running shorts and a tank top and went out to the kitchen. I pulled my briefs back on and followed him.
I sat at the kitchen table as he made a pot of coffee and then poured us each a glass of juice. He handed mine to me and sat down opposite me.
"About last night," I started...
"Last night was great, man," he said quickly, "Don't even begin to think that I didn't enjoy everything that happened." Another few moments of silence followed.
Suddenly he picked up our coffee cups and his cigarettes and moved toward the counter. He refilled the cups and then nodded his head at me.
"Come on, Darren," he said, "Let's sit outside and finish this muck." I couldn't help but chuckle at his remark.
"Don't laugh at me," he said with a laugh of his own, "I know I don't make great coffee." It wasn't bad, but it was strong. I considered putting on shorts, but his patio was really quite private so I went as I was.
We moved out to the patio and sat together at the table. Neither of us spoke for several minutes. He lit a cigarette and offered it to me like in the movies.
"Thanks," I said, taking it from his fingers. He lit another one for himself and sat back in his chair. Neither of us spoke for several minutes and that was fine.
"Darren," he said finally, "Meeting you and you helping me to know myself has been the greatest thing that ever happened to me. Do you know that?"
"Well," I said, "I know it's been great getting to know you and last night was incredible for me."
"Can you stay?" he asked, "I mean, I was hoping you'd spend the day with me."
"Why don't we go to church and then go to brunch? We'll have a fun day. But I can't stay tonight, and this next week is going to be a bear just like last week. We won't get much time together, I'm afraid."
"That's not a brush off, is it?" he asked quietly, "Tell me I haven't pushed you away, please!" He made me smile when he said that.
"Hell no," I answered, "We're just starting this thing, man. We've figured out that we like each other and get turned on by each other. Now we get to have the fun of seeing just where this is going."
"How far would you like it to go?" he asked quietly.
"Don't let this scare you," I said, "But I'd like nothing better than being in a committed relationship for the long haul. Does that frighten you?"
If he'd smiled any wider, I think his face would have cracked.
"Not at all, man, not at all."
"But the next month or so is gonna be crazy nuts for me," I said, "Don't get upset with me if I have to work long hours and get stressed. Okay?"
"Of course, Darren," he said gently. "I'll be here for you. I promise you that."
We struggled through the next several weeks, only managing to get together on the week-ends when I was frankly exhausted from work and stressed out by being so busy. It was a difficult time to try serious dating, but we made it through.
About a month later, the whole new shift started up successfully and my life went back to close to normal. I invited Art over to dinner for a little celebration dinner and he surprised me by suggesting that we include Dennis and George. I was delighted at that; I hadn't seen them since the last time we had dinner together when we had run into Art. I had filled Dennis in on our first night of lovemaking and described the hellish schedule of mine through which we were trying to date.
We got the schedule worked out and Art came over early to help me set the table and get the small bar set up. He was a great help and we seemed to work well together.
When I greeted him at the door, he was carrying a pretty bouquet of flowers for the table and two bottles of wine. We kissed for several minutes, and when the meal was well under control, he fixed us each a drink. We sat on the sofa, held hands and waited for the guys. They were there promptly at 7 o'clock.
I'd been prepared for a little awkwardness since they had only met briefly twice before but I needn't have worried. Soon, the four of us were chatting away like old pals and laughing and having fun.
I excused myself to work on dinner and I could still hear the low hum of conversation from the living room. When I got a few minutes, I walked back in there. Art had replenished drinks and I sat down.
"Art here just asked me the most difficult question anyone has ever asked," Dennis said. I smiled at Art and waited for Dennis to explain.
"He asked me how I was sure when I met George that he was the one I wanted as a life partner."
"Hmmm, I'd like to hear the answer to that one myself," said George with a laugh.
"Me too," I added. Dennis thought for several minutes while the rest of us made small talk.
"I guess the best way I can answer you is this, Art," Dennis said finally, "One day, I realized that if George wasn't in my life, then I wasn't sure I wanted to go on living. I don't mean that to sound macabre or sinister. I just mean that somehow, he completed me. He made me a whole person, and without him I wasn't whole. Does that make any sense?"
"It makes perfect sense to me," George said, "But I'm afraid I'm biased, honey!" I saw Art flinch at the endearment, but it was fleeting.
"I think I understand what you mean," Art said, "It's like the other person fills in the voids, the empty places, in your life, right?" I grinned, but just then the damn timer went off in the kitchen.
"Hold that conversation," I urged, heading to the kitchen, "I don't want to miss this." They all laughed at me, but I could still hear them talking and laughing. That's okay, I thought, what will be will be.
Dinner went off without a hitch. I'd fixed a pot roast - a typical guy favorite - with potatoes and root vegetables, a salad, and chocolate mousse (bought) for dessert. Everyone seemed to enjoy the dinner and we took our coffee into the living room.
"Now, what did I miss before?" I asked.
"I think we'll let Art answer that for you in private," Dennis said with a big grin. Hmm, that gave me hope.
The guys didn't stay late, but we did have fun chatting throughout the evening. Once they'd gone, Art helped me put away the food and load up the machine. I left the pots and pans for morning. Art poured us a brandy and we sat down back on the couch again.
"That was a delightful evening," Art said, "Thank you so much." He kissed me tenderly.
"Do that again," I said and he did, several more times in fact.
He didn't mention the discussion I missed and I wasn't inclined to push him about it. He had planned to spend the night though, so after we finished our brandy we went and showered briefly together, dried off and climbed into bed.
We kissed and cuddled and were definitely moving in the direction of sex when he sat up all of a sudden.
"You're not gonna ask me, are you?" His voice sounded rather strangulated.
"When you're ready, you'll tell me," I answered. "When you're ready."
We were both propped up on an elbow facing each other but no more than a food apart. He reached out his other hand and touched my face very gently.
"I love you, Darren," he whispered. "I've come to realize that over these last weeks when we couldn't be together as much as we wanted. I want you and I need you. I feel just like Dennis said before."
No Mr. Toughguy me. I was crying like a baby in a nanosecond. The tears started to flow and there was nothing I could do about it. He scooted over and put his arms around me and held me as the tears poured out of my eyes and dripped down on him and the bed.
"Did I say something wrong?" he said in an almost pleading voice. I shook my head, still crying.
"What you said...what you said..." I was gagging on the words. He held me until my crying stopped.
"What you said was what I've dreamed about for weeks," I finally got the words out. "At the beginning I was afraid to let myself develop those feelings for you because you seemed so unsure.
"But slowly, from the first time we met, I've been falling in love with you too, and I was scared to death about it."
"Don't be afraid, my love," he whispered, still holding me, "I'm yours as long as you'll have me. I don't want anyone but you."
That night we didn't have sex - we made love. Oh sure, we did the same things we'd done before, but it was completely different. It was passionate and tender, easy, caring more about pleasing the other than pleasing ourselves. It was magical.