Part 11
For about two months after we'd acknowledged our feelings for one another, Art and I took turns spending the night at each other's place. It was certainly too soon to even consider living together, but we spaced it out so we spent about half the weeknights and all the weekends together. I felt very good about the way things were developing and felt for the first time that maybe I'd found my Mr. Right.
We did get a little bit more 'adventurous' in the bedroom as well. One night we were having oral sex in his bedroom and I slicked up my middle finger with saliva and gently inserted it in his ass. He gasped.
"Wow, man," he said, clearly distracted from the great job he was doing on my dick. "That's really wild."
I found his prostate on the second or third try and he moaned louder than I'd ever heard anyone moan before.
"Oh yes," he barely got the words out. "Yes. Do it again!"
Needless to say, his was a memorable orgasm and he was actually shaking as he came copiously. I waited until his breathing returned to normal before removing my finger.
"Darren, man," he said finally. "That was the wildest thing I've ever felt. Where'd you learn to do that?" I just shrugged.
"You did know you have a prostate, didn't you?" I asked with a grin.
"Sure, but I never knew what touching it like that would do." I chuckled.
In a few minutes, he took my cock back into his mouth and got serious about getting me off. I wasn't surprised when I felt him stick his finger in his mouth with my cock and then insert it very slowly into my hole. He was very careful and rather tentative, but once he found my prostate, he gave it a good workout. He soon had me gasping for breath as he deep throated my stick and massaged my innards and soon I came just as wildly as he had.
"I think I like this new game," he said in a hoarse whisper after he'd turned around and kissed me. He had become wonderfully cuddly both before and after sex and I couldn't have been happier about that.
The next morning, after we'd eaten and showered, he walked into his home office. He came back in a few minutes holding a sheet of paper in his hand.
"This website I found says that when a guy sticks his finger up your ass, it means he wants to fuck you." He looked completely serious and I kind of laughed.
"It says that, does it?" I asked.
"No," he said, now grinning broadly, "But I thought that would be a way to bring the subject up."
"Why?" I asked, "Are you curious about anal sex?" He laughed and sat down next to me and took my hand in his.
"You remember the guy I told you about from when I was in the Marines? Well, we only did that once and it was me putting mine in him. I was terrified to even think about taking his in me."
"Did you like what you did?" I asked.
"Well, sure," Art answered, "I mean what's not to like about doing that?" He was smiling broadly now.
"I understand that. Tell me, was it the first time for him?" I asked.
"No, he said he'd done it before. He did some stuff to get himself ready, but I don't know exactly what he did, but he said it would keep it from hurting him."
I pulled him closer to me and put my arms around him. We kissed for several minutes.
"Let's talk about this," I said, "Anal sex isn't something I ever did very often, but I have done it - both ways. I know that it doesn't have to hurt when you do it, IF, you know what to do to get your partner ready."
"Like what?" Art asked.
"Well, like using plenty of lube and stretching his hole and making sure he's as relaxed and comfortable as he can be. There's a tremendous amount of trust required in doing anal sex, and that's why so many guys never do it at all. Unless you really trust your partner and unless he's very good, it can hurt and that's a chance many guys aren't willing to take."
"So tell me," Art countered, "Were you trying to suggest that we do that when you put your finger in me last night?"
"No, not at all," I answered, "What I did was just something that I knew would make your orgasm even more exciting than usual. You liked it, didn't you?"
"Sure, of course," he said, "I mean you're wonderful when you suck me, but when you did that it just intensified everything all the more."
"So, that's why I did it. I wasn't pushing you about anal sex. I think we can wait for a while before we think about doing that, don't you think?"
"That makes sense," Art said before kissing me, "But I want us to be everything we can be together. I want to be as good for you as I can be. Do you know what I mean?"
"Sure," I answered, "And I want to be that for you. Let's just take things as they come and continue learning how to please each other. Okay?"
"Of course," he said, "But remember, I'm pretty new to this and I need you to teach me what to do."
"You do very well," I answered, returning the kiss. "But I'll remember what you're saying."
Part 12
It was about six weeks later that the fun began. First, Art announced that his sister wanted to meet me. Yikes!
"We talk on the phone fairly often and she asked me why I seemed so happy. I told her I'd met a new friend and that you were very nice. She invited us to join her for dinner at a restaurant next week."
Art was somewhat nonplussed about his sister's invitation, but I was rather concerned about it.
"How's she going to react to me, Art?" I asked him the night before.
"Well, she's okay with most people," he said, "I assume she'll be fine with you. She's nice, Darren, and smart as a whip."
"Despite how your Father was?" I asked. He gave me one of his great smiles and nodded.
"Yes, I think so. She wasn't particularly fond of my Dad and he didn't usually do the homophobic bit in front of her. Just we boys got that." So, the dinner was the set up for that Friday evening.
Then the next day, I got a call from my Mom. We usually talked a couple of times a week about things in general so it wasn't unusual for her to call.
"Something tells me you're leaving us out of the loop," she said.
"What do you mean?" I asked, innocently enough.
"Well, you're happy and so cheerful and you tell me everything's going great. So when are we going to meet this guy who's making you so happy?"
"Why are you so sure there's a 'someone' involved?"
"Because I know you, dear boy," Mom answered, "And that's how you've been acting."
Gee, all this attention was a surprise. Did I really seem that excited? Maybe I did. I put her off, but agreed to bring Art to dinner the following weekend.
I was very nervous about meeting Art's sister, and asked Art exactly what he had planned.
"I mean," I asked, "Are you just introducing her to a friend of yours or are you going to share more info than that?
"I don't know," he said, "She'd never guess you were gay, if that's what you're getting at. Let's just say we're friends who happen to work together and let it go at that." I nodded in agreement.
I'd noticed that Art's sister was an extremely attractive woman when I'd seen her at that restaurant, but that was from a distance. Up close, she was really a looker with a great smile just like Art's. Art made the introductions - her name was Katherine but she preferred Kathy, and we sat and had a cocktail in the bar before being seated for dinner. She was quite charming and amusing.
"My Mother has never approved of a woman sitting at a bar," Kathy said, "So naturally I think sitting at a bar is cool!" She slid the astray over in from of her brother and he lit a cigarette, offering me one. I declined as I'd just finished one a few minutes before.
"Not that I do everything my Mother disapproves of," Kathy went on with a laugh, "I mean I don't have that much time."
We made general conversation, which was easy for me. I mean, I talked to people in my work constantly so talking to a relative stranger was the most natural thing in the world to me. Kathy was a good listener and spoke very well too. I asked her about her career.
"Like Art, I had to pay for college on my own," she said, "But after getting a teaching degree and certificate, I decided I'd stick with the retail business where I'd been working part-time. I'm now a seniorr sportswear buyer for (name of a large department store in our town) and I'm doing very well."
She asked about my work and I explained about the personnel field. Everyone pretty much knows what that means (though they don't realize the full scope of it) so I didn't have to explain too much.
I quickly realized that this was becoming a dialog between just the two of us and decided I needed to bring Art into the conversation.
"Did you tell Kathy about the new job you're going after?" I asked him. He blushed a little at that.
"Nope," he said, "I'm not really sure that it's going to materialize so I didn't want to jinx it." He chuckled.
"Oh, it's going to happen," I said, "I thought I told you. Roy got the job approved at the same time the boss decided to go with the new shift." No wonder it had slipped my mind what with being so busy and all.
Art was really happy about that and I knew his prospects for getting it were good as well.
After we'd moved to a table and ordered our meals, Kathy turned to her brother.
"Art," she said quietly, "Is there something I should know that you haven't told me?" He put a surprised look on his face.
"What do you mean, Sis?" he asked innocently enough.
"Oh come on, Art, we grew up together for Christ's sake." She was holding her ground, "I know you better than you think I do."
Art looked at me and winked, and then back at his sister.
"Yes, Sis, it's what you think it is," he whispered. "Darren and I have gotten to be very close as friends and we're talking about going further."
I don't know what reaction Art expected, but I was certainly surprised at what happened next.
"Well, it's about damn time, bro," she said with the widest grin I'd ever seen. "I guessed that about you years ago and was waiting for you to wake up to it." Art laughed heartily.
"Well, why the Hell didn't you tell me?" he asked, now laughing. "You could have saved me a lot of time and worrying."
"Listen, guys, when you work in retail, you see everything you can imagine. Think about it, guys. Who designs clothes? Especially, who designs women's clothes? Men, that's who. And mostly gay men, by the way."
Then we were all laughing. It was so logical when you thought about it that way. Of course she could spot the signs, even in a brother she knew had been married to a woman.
"I know more gay men than you could shake a stick at," Kathy said, "And sadly, those of some of the best guys I know. And all are unavailable."
"To tell you the truth, Sis," Art said later, "I was worried telling you. You knew how homophobic Dad was, didn't you?"
"Sure," Kathy answered, "But your sister knows better than to trust a redneck's judgment on something like that. When I got myself educated, I got to be a lot smarter than our Dad ever was." Art grinned at her.
"So when's the commitment ceremony?" she asked with a laugh.
"Whoa," Art and I said in unison. I smiled at him.
"We'll be taking our time, Sis," he said. "We're not rushing into anything." Kathy made a grimace but then smiled.
That seemed all that needed to be said and we enjoyed the rest of our dinner together. I looked forward to Kathy becoming a close friend and just the kind of family support Art would need in the years ahead.
While I'd been somewhat nervous meeting Art's sister, Art was terrified about meeting my parents. I could tell. He just looked uptight.
"Art, honey," I said quietly, noting that he didn't get anxious, "It's gonna be fine. They're cool about this stuff."
"Have they met guys you've dated before?"
"Yes, they've met Dennis who I dated briefly, and they've met George, who I never dated. I brought a couple of guys I was seeing home for weekends when I was in college and they were cool with it."
Dinner was set for the next Saturday, and for him, at least, it was something of a tense week.
We spent Monday and Wednesday nights at my apartment and I couldn't have been happier with my new man. He was wonderful!
Friday night I went to Art's apartment for dinner. He was turning into quite a good cook and that night had 'experimented' with sole fillets in a white wine sauce that was exceptional. I cooked some rice and made a big salad to go with it and we had a fine dinner.
"Oh God," Art moaned after dinner when we were through cleaning up in the kitchen. "I'm just so damn nervous about tomorrow night."
"Relax, Baby," I said, taking him in my arms and giving him a kiss on the lips. "It's going to be just fine.
"Remember," I went on, "They already know about me. We're not telling them anything they don't know. And they're eager to meet you because I like you."
I could feel him relax a little bit in my arms.
We sat and watched TV until we were both dosing a little bit. We'd had showers when we came home from work and both were now ready for bed.
"I'm sorry I'm so sleepy, Babe," Art said as we stripped and climbed into bed.
"No problem," I answered, cuddling up to his back. "Sleep well."
I woke up the next morning the way every man on earth would like to awake. Art was burrowed under the covers and had my dick in his mouth, sucking on it very gently.
"Oh wow," I cried, "That feels wonderful." I threw off the covers and our eyes met. There is something so sexy about looking down at a guy's eyes when he's going down on your dick. I groaned in pleasure.
"Turn around," I whispered.
"Naaah," was the sound he made. He continued pleasuring me for several minutes more than moved back up and lay down on top of me.
"Did you like that, Babe?" he asked, cuddling against my shoulder.
"You know it, man," I answered holding him tightly.
"I woke up and was looking at you and it got me so aroused that I had to do something about it." He grinned.
"Hold me tight, please," he whispered. "Hold me and tell me you love me."
"I love you, Art," I said, "And I love you more today than yesterday and it'll be more tomorrow than today. Believe me!"
We started moving against each other and kissing passionately. I really did love this man and right then feeling him rubbing against me was the sexiest thing I'd ever felt.
"Oh yeah," Art murmured, "I could do this all day." And for the next number of minutes, that's what we did, until I felt his very hard and very long cock start to throb against my pelvis.
"Oh God I love you," he cried, and I felt his slickness between our bodies. My own climax followed about half a minute later and we were soon sticking together with all that cum between us. Art laughed.
"You're so damn sexy," he whispered.
"Nope, it's all you, my man," I countered. Art pulled his face from mine and I saw tears in his eyes.
"God, I love to hear you say that," he said before he buried his face in my neck. I held him as he quietly cried.
"I hope those are good tears," I said in a whisper. He just nodded his head against my chest and sighed.