The Penthouse

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That first night in our new place, Jason and I sat on the terrace after that our families were gone. We had each a bottle of beer in our hands and were silently enjoying the scenery of the city lights. It was magical. My thoughts were that we were almost the perfect couple, except for the sex part. Jason had the same thought because he said:

• If only you were a woman...

And I answered:

• If only you were gay ...

The next morning, over breakfast, we agreed we had been lucky finding the place. We still had quite a lot of boxes to unpack, but we had the whole day to do so. Jason was over the moon.

• I can't believe our luck, he said, this place is fantastic and we have so much more space. On top of that we save money. I know I will like it here and certainly because it is with you!

I started to doubt that Jason was hundred percent straight. In the past few months he had made some remarks and comments that made think. A part from the trim and shave sessions, nothing had ever happened. We had never kissed and even the hugs were seldom. The closest to physical contact was an occasional high five or a gentle tap on the shoulders. Now that we were actually living together I detected some penetrating looks. I also noticed that when we parted to go each to our bedroom, Jason was lingering on as if he dreaded to be on his own.

We continued our morning routine of running, workout at the gym and coming back running. The workout at the gym was not to have bulging muscles, it was just to keep in shape. We also kept swimming a lot, but instead of lingering at the pool we came back to the penthouse and soaked up some sun on the terrace. We never sunbathed in the nude. For me it was because I just love a tanned body with a white triangle on crotch and buttocks. As for Jason I thought it was more out of respect for me than anything else.

That was an important part for both of us. We had talked about it in the past and we agreed that respect and trust were essential to have us living together in harmony. Jason had showed me a lot of respect from day one of us living under the same roof. All financial matters were dealt with upon arrival. We had both good incomes and it was never an issue. Jason held a meticulous bookkeeping about any cost we had. We had opened a joint account for everything that concerned the penthouse and the daily costs. Day one of each month we put an equal amount of money on that account and most of the time it was Jason who made all the payments, but he kept all the invoices and would show me his bookkeeping on a weekly basis. Even though I told him I trusted him, he insisted that I knew exactly what was going out.

Another part of that respect was when we wanted to have some sexual relieve. As most of the time it would be a one-night-stand we tried to have it at the other partner's place and not at the penthouse. It was not that it happened that often, but nonetheless we didn't want to show off our conquests.

The only problem I had, but never mentioned, was when Jason was running around in his Speedos or in his tiny underwear. As I mentioned before, it was a very erotic sight and more than once I had the start of a hard-on in no time. I couldn't fool myself any longer: I was attracted to him physically. I was each time looking forward to our trim and shave sessions, but I had to admit I wanted more. Jason became my masturbatory fantasy. Each time I stroked my cock to reach a climax, I tried to think of any of the fuck-buddies I had had over the years, but my mind always came back to Jason. I thought I would get used to it over time, but it became worse. I was attracted to him physically but also mentally. I didn't want to admit yet I was also attracted emotionally but once again I couldn't fool myself any longer.

I caught myself feeling lonely from the moment he left the penthouse till he came back. I missed him even if he was gone just to the grocery shop down the street. I so wanted to feel him against me during the night. Actually I did the one thing I was not allowed to: falling in love with him. I didn't tell him. Our friendship was too valuable for me and the discovery of my new feelings for him was my problem and not his. I certainly didn't want my feelings to disturb our harmonious life. We had a perfect life and Jason didn't do a thing to upset me, never. It was all in my heart and my mind.

There was never a door shut in the penthouse. Our bedroom doors were never closed. Often, at night, I saw him switch off his light and then I would lay as still as possible till I heard him breathe evenly, indicating he was asleep. I often wanted to get out of my bed and stand at his door to watch him sleep, but as I said, we respected each other and that's why I didn't go over to his bedroom. He always slept naked. In the summer he would just lay on top of the sheets, as he didn't like the air-conditioning in his room. Just imagining his hairy buttocks would make my cock swell. I so wanted to caress them, feel them and even kiss them. If he was lying on his back, I dreamed of resting my head on his chest and feel his arm wrapped around my shoulders.

Nonetheless, I was happy. Jason was always cheerful and it was very seldom that he didn't have a smile on his face. It was impossible to be bored with him. We always had something to do and Jason was the one who dragged me out of the house for any activity. With time there was one change that I noticed very clearly. Jason started to touch me more and more even it if was in an innocent way. It could be he put his hand on my shoulder while looking at something from behind me. It could be his hand on the lower part of my back while I was cooking. It could be his arm around my waist while chatting with friends in one or the other bar. Each and every touch felt warm. Every time I had that sensation that his energy was flowing from him to me. I loved it and started to do the same. It quickly became a habit although I didn't know if it was a conscious one on his part. I wasn't going to complain!

And so time went by. We were well settled in the penthouse and the family reunions were a lot easier. We had installed a barbecue on the terrace and the smallest events were a reason for gatherings. It was during one of those family meetings that my sister's daughter surprised everybody. She asked her Mum in a very clear and loud tone:

• Mammy, why is it that Uncle Jake and Uncle Jason never kiss like you and Daddy?

There was a sudden silence. Everybody knew I was gay, but at the same time they knew Jason was straight. Jason went over to my niece and kneeled in front of her.

• We don't kiss like your Mammy and your Daddy because we are not married, he said.

• But you love Uncle Jake, right? You are living together because you love each other, right?

• Yes, I love him dearly and he loves me as well. But we are friends and not a couple.

• But when you look at Uncle Jake you have that same sparkle in your eyes as Mammy and Daddy when they look at each other. So why don't you kiss Uncle Jake?

My sister got embarrassed with her daughter's questions, but Jason looked at her to calm her down.

• Would you like that that I kiss Uncle Jake? He asked the little girl.

• I don't mind, but I am sure Uncle Jake would like it!

I didn't know where to turn to. That little girl had seen things that none of the adults had. She had detected the love I felt for Jason although there was no explicit action showing that. She was only seven and in all her innocence she saw love. For her it didn't matter that it was between two men or not. For her it was love and her opinion was that it could be shown. So, Jason stood up and surprised everybody when he came over to me, wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me softly on my lips. Nobody, neither of his family nor mine, said anything.

As I didn't react the little girl shouted:

• You see, he doesn't mind!

Jason looked in my eyes and asked me while everybody could hear if I minded. I said no. And again he leaned in and gave me a second kiss. He then turned around to look at the little girl, but she was already playing with her dolls again. For her it was a closed case. For the rest of the family there were a huge amount of questions that stayed unanswered, but nobody asked them. The incident was put aside and as the sun was setting down, one by one our family left to go to their respective homes. Jason led them to the door while I was rinsing some plates before putting them in the dishwasher. I was almost finished when Jason entered the kitchen and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. I was startled by this and instantly froze in my position.

• What? Jason asked. Can't I wrap my arms around the best friend I ever had in my life?

I turned around but Jason didn't let me go. I put my hands on his chest, ready to push him off.

• Yes, you can, I said, but ...

• But what? He asked.

• Jason, you know I am gay and feeling you so close to me causes reactions in my body that are probably not the ones you want to know.

With that he squeezed me even more forcefully in his arms and I could clearly feel his crotch pressed to mine. It was undeniable that we were both getting a hard-on. I tried desperately to be sensible and pragmatic. And said we had to talk about this.

• Talk! He said without moving.

• Come on Jason, I said, let's face things. You are straight and I am gay.

Jason interrupted me immediately saying:

• Why is it you want to put labels on everything? Let me tell you something. Since the divorce I have been worried with a thousand questions. The only person who has been close to me and supporting me whatever I did is you. I have dated hundreds of women and not one has given me any satisfaction. Oh yes, I fucked most of them and apart from the temporary sexual satisfaction, I felt empty and dirty. I saw guys coming out of your apartment and I wondered if you had the same feelings as I seldom saw the same guy twice. Then I thought about what we have together and the image was as clear as water. I tried to seduce you, but the only way I found to be sexually close to you was trimming your pubes. I wanted so much more, but you didn't show any interest. I almost felt rejected. Then we had the opportunity of this penthouse and I thought it was probably the best way to get into your pants and you bed. But once again you acted indifferently. I watched you sleep nights in a row and realized I wanted to be with you more than ever. A few months ago I became aware that what I felt for you was love. I didn't care if you had anything more between your legs than all the women I had been with.

He paused for a moment and then resumed his speech.

• I don't care if you are a man or a woman. I don't care about what kind of label will put on me. What I care for is you and your well-being. I care for you like I have never cared for anyone else in my life. I am happy and that's because of you. Correct me if I am wrong, but we respect each other, we trust each other and I am sure we love each other. I have been desperately seeking for such a connection with any of the women I shared my bed with, but none of them has been capable of giving it to me. You, without even having sex, have given me more than all those women together. You are the joy of my life. We have a lot in common. You are a very attractive man and I asked myself a thousand times if I wanted to get old with you and on all thousand times I asked it, the answer was always the same: Yes, I want to grow old with you. I want to share my life with you. I want to do a thousand different things with you. And now, before you bring up any objection, please Jake, kiss me!

I was too stunned to move. Jason did it for me. He leaned in and his lips brushed softly over mine. As I was still too stunned, I didn't respond the kiss like he had hoped for. He backed away and looked in my eyes. I was coming out of my trance. I looked in his eyes and for the first time I saw so much love in them I could drown in all of that love. This time I leaned in and kissed him, softly at first but it soon turned to a very passionate kiss. It was not that our tongues were dueling together, it was more a dance, gliding over each other and discovering each other's mouths. We kissed for the very first time, expressing all the pent-up feelings of months and years. We had taken our time to admit our feelings and even to put a name on them: Love! We kissed as if we were sealing a new bond between the two of us and, actually, that was what we did. A new bond that had been brought to light by a seven-year- old girl. She had seen what society or habits didn't allow. She knew, although yet so young, that love was present between two people who thought it would never happen. We kissed like what seemed hours although it was probably only minutes. I didn't want that kiss to end. I just prayed it was not a dream and that I would wake up and everything would be gone. Our lips were glued together and we drank each other's spit. Out tongues seemed to be made for each other as well and the feeling of his on mine was wonderful. Jason had his arms still wrapped around my waist and pressing us together and I wrapped mine around his neck, preventing him to back away.

When we broke our kiss, our eyes met once again. Jason's eyes were still filled with love, but mixed with a part of lust. I could see he wanted me and I was sure my eyes were expressing identical feelings. I wanted a skin-to-skin contact. Now that my feelings were not frustrated anymore, I needed to feel him in every possible way. I wanted to undress him there and then, but Jason took me by the hand and dragged me to the bedroom. Before he realized what was happening, his trousers were around his ankles while I pulled his T-shirt over his head. At last, I could caress those fine hairs on his chest and it sent shivers through my whole body. Jason lost no time and my shorts were soon as low as his, on my ankles. We stepped out of our respective pants and were smashed together with only our white briefs on. Those tented obscenely and could almost not contain or ragging hard-ons. I let myself fall on the bed and pulled Jason with me who landed on top of me. The excellent feeling of lips pressed on each other was now increased by the skin-to-skin touch. I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. Our cocks were still confined in our briefs but rubbed together to the point of getting us very, very near to climax. It was difficult to assimilate all the sensations. I had problems believing that, at last, we were smashed together and enjoying the other's ministrations. The constant friction of our bodies was too good and I could feel that familiar tingling in my lower abdomen, announcing an imminent ejaculation. I wanted to warn Jason, but he was so busy kissing me and rubbing our bodies together that I couldn't. Suddenly I felt my scrotum shrink and my balls retract in my nether region. Jason's breath was ragged and it was just a sign that he was close to climax as well. It took only a split second for us to spurt our juices at the same time. We both filled our briefs with man juice and tried desperately to catch our breath and bring down our heartbeats to normal after that short but very intense sexual height. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. If this was a dream, I would hold on to it as long as I could. Jason lifted himself up onto his hands and looked me in the eyes with an incredible smile.

• This is a double first in my life, he said. I have never done anything like this with a man and I have never come in my underwear!

We laughed heartedly at his comment. Jason got up and pulled my underwear off my hips. He then used it to clean as much semen off of me. When he was finished he did the same to him. None of our cocks had deflated entirely. I took the initiative to push him on his back and to clean him with my tongue. His juice had a sweet taste, not the bitter salty one I had experienced in the past with other men. The mere fact of cleaning him with my tongue brought his manhood back to full life and full hardness. I licked his balls and his cock clean and then engulfed it in my mouth. The surprising contrasts of his rock-hard shaft, wrapped in the velvety soft skin made my head spin. His manly scent drove me nuts. I felt him squirm under me and moving in such a way that he made me understand he wanted to do the same to me. Who was I to refuse such a nice invitation? I turned around and we found ourselves in a sixty-nine position. As soon as he could reach my nether region I felt his warm and moist tongue lavishing my genitals. I was in heaven. My most inner desires came to life. We licked and sucked to the point our jaws ached, but despite of that we didn't stop. I was sure that Jason had not experienced rimming as he had only been with women. It was known that women didn't like to rim a man's ass. For me it was a pleasure to show him how sensitive his ass could be. I let go of his cock, licked his balls briefly and munched on the tender flesh between his balls and his ass. I heard him sucking in air and soon he followed my lead. When my tongue reached his rosebud, his moans and groans got even louder. When I dove with my tongue on his puckered hole, he climaxed again, spurting his juice on my throat and chest.

I didn't stop. I licked his hole and added my fingers to the action. I love playing with a man's ass and the results can always been heard. I was that busy with his ass that Jason had stopped what he was doing. Apparently he was overwhelmed with the sensations as well. I did everything that I could with his ass from licking, kissing, French kissing and eating it out. The noise he made was no longer moans and groans. The "ahhhs" and the "ohhhs" mingled with the "My God!" and calling my name. The more he screamed, the more efforts I made to give him all the pleasure in the world. Jason spread his legs wide to give even better access. I pushed my face even deeper between his spread ass-cheeks. I used as many spit as my mouth could produce. My fingers penetrated his ass and I didn't have to search a long time to find his prostate. With the first pulse on his prostate Jason ejaculated for the third time, but that didn't prevent me to go on and on. I went with my tongue as deep as possible, moving it in all possible sides. Jason squirmed beneath me and was almost out of breath. My fingers stretched him to the limit. I wanted him to experience pure pleasure, not pain. With each movement of my fingers and my tongue I could feel his sphincter muscle relax. I felt he was ready and in an agile movement of my body I was kneeling between his legs that were spread wide and high in the air. I took some lube that was left on my nightstand and generously poured it between his buttocks. With my cock-head I spread it in every direction and with nothing like a warning, I pushed into him. As soon as my cockhead passed his sphincter muscle I held still, letting him getting used to the invasion. His eyes turned backwards in their sockets. His breath had stopped. His finger knuckles were white from grasping the bed sheets. I waited patiently till he returned to a more relaxed state and when I saw he was breathing again I pushed my manhood into him bit-by-bit. When my pubes were caressing his buttocks I leaned forward and kissed him as deep as my tongue could reach. It was only when he responded my kiss that I started an in-and-out movement. Slow, long strokes touched him on places he never thought he had. His prostate was massaged with each thrust. We were both sweating profusely and it helped the rubbing motions of our bodies. All the while I was kissing him Jason clamped his legs around my waist, pushing with his heels to have me even deeper in his bowels.

My cock grew longer and harder between his ass-cheeks. With such a hot man I knew I was not going to last long. I felt my balls retract in my lower abdomen. My scrotum shrunk that much that it almost disappeared. The juice was boiling in my balls and waiting for the ultimate release. I pumped into Jason furiously as I felt my climax building up. Just as Jason I was almost out of breath and I felt like my heat would be bursting out of my chest at any moment. It was when Jason pinched my nipples that I went over the edge. The spasms in my cock were tremendous and Jason had to feel them. He did as he ejaculated his fourth load in less than half an hour. With each spurt his ass-muscles contracted and milked all my juices out of me. After the last spurt I collapsed on top of Jason who immediately wrapped his arms around my neck. His legs were still around my waist preventing me to get out of him. Our lips met and the kiss was passionate but faded rapidly into onto tender loving care.

It took us some time to come back from our sexual height. Bit-by-bit our breathing returned to normal and our heartbeats slowed down. Nature took over and my cock deflated to finally plop out of his ass. Jason's head dropped onto the pillows and I could see he was trying to assimilate what had happened. A lot of "firsts" had happened to him. First time with a man, first time his ass was eaten out, first time he had been penetrated and last, but not least, first time he had orgasmed four times in a row. He was totally spent. His legs slowly slipped off of my waist. His grip around my neck softened. Our kissing became a lot tenderer.

I was embarrassed and ashamed that I had let myself go like that. I should have thought about the fact it was the first time he was ever penetrated. But Jason smiled at me. He had a very happy look on his face. I asked him if he was all right.

• My dear Jake, if I had known how great this was, I would have started it months ago. My dear, this was the best lovemaking I have ever experienced in my life. You can put that beautiful meat of yours into me whenever you want. The feelings I had were all so new and so good. How did I never thought about it before, is a mystery to me. My Jake, I love you so damn much. It's probably because of our love that it all felt so right.

I was totally overwhelmed with what he said. Tears of joy were coming out of my eyes. I smiled that much that my jaw was hurting. The love of my love just said he was happy and wanted a repeat action. What else could I ask for?

That night, for the first time, we slept in the same bed. I had dreamed and craved him for so many months. Just as I had hoped for, I rested my head on his chest and felt his arms around my shoulders. It was heaven on earth. Nothing or no one could make me feel happier. I had the best sleep in my life and woke up happy and content. I was even whistling happy tunes when making a fresh pot of coffee. I couldn't believe that my best friend was now also my lover. I had to think about a nice present for my niece. She had been the trigger to this glorious night.

When Jason woke up he was happier than I had ever seen him. He came naked into the kitchen to get his mug of coffee. Before he took it, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me wherever he could reach. My dear ... dreams do indeed come true. I felt happy. My heart was about to burst out of my chest. The man I had wanted for so many months was kissing me and hugging me. If paradise existed, I was right in it. He even called his work and said he wouldn't come in the whole week! I could easily imagine his boss asking him if he was sick, but he just answered that he wasn't, he was just plain and fully in love and intended to male love to e all week long. I didn't hear what his boss told him, but I heard his answer.

• If you don't believe in love, you don't believe in life. If you want to fire me, it is ok! I know the preferences I have in life and what my priorities are. If you can't understand them, I am very sorry for you. And you know what? I don't care what you think or what you feel, I quit anyway!

And with that he pushed the button that ended the call. He looked at me with a huge smile and said he was free to making love all day long! I was the more pragmatic of us and thought about the rent and other things, but Jason assured me it was no problem at all. He had received various job offers and that I didn't have to worry about anything.

I trusted him. He had never given me any reason to distrust him. True to his word he started a new job the following week with a substantial salary raise. Life got easier and less stressful. The hidden feelings were now in the open. We had not to hide what we felt. What were just touches of affection in the past, were now openly signs of love.

Jason's family had to adapt a little although they had seen it coming. My family was just thrilled, as they knew I loved Jason. My niece, who had been the trigger to disclosure our love, received a complete dollhouse and my sister cursed us for it. It was almost impossible to have her coming to the table to eat.

Thanksgiving was a memorable festivity. Both families had agreed to meet at my parent's house. As it was traditional at my parent's house, every one around the table expressed his thanks for the things that had happened in the last year. The traditional thanks for good health were in everybody's mouth as well as a good job and a great family. I added my own thanks for Jason and the respect and trust he was giving me. Jason added thanks to my little niece, who in all innocence had ignited the fire of love between him and me. She didn't fully understand as for her love was a normal thing. Jason took her apart to explain it to her and she was all smiles when he finished.

Christmas soon followed. Jason had that crazy plan in his head to put up a floor to ceiling big tree. Fortunately there was a cargo elevator in the building because there was no way that tree would have entered the normal one. When the tree was standing proudly in the living room we realized that we had not enough decoration. We went to shop for lights, balls and all the other things that belong on a Christmas tree. When we were finished there were over five hundred LEDs illuminating the place. All these little lights reflected in over a hundred balls. It was magical. Jason had already a few nice wrapped gifts to put under the tree and we knew that a lot more would add over the coming days and weeks. The general Christmas atmosphere was getting to us and we felt blessed.

Christmas day we were expecting both families once again. We had asked to everybody to bring the presents with a nametag in advance so that everything would be ready the day of the party. The amount of gifts was huge to say the least. Each and every gift was wrapped in colorful paper with nice ribbons around them. We even had to remove some furniture to be able to have all the gifts in place. The families arrived and as soon as they were all there, we first gave the presents to the children, as they were anxious to receive and unwrap the hidden toys. When all the gifts were in hands of their receiver, I noticed there was one little box left that had no nametag attached. Jason saw it, too. He went for the box and called everybody's attention. Our families suddenly went silent and Jason dropped to one knee in front of me, opening the box where there were two identical rings and just asked:

• Jake, you are the love of my life. Will you marry me?

I was too stunned to answer immediately. All looks were on me and finally I came to my senses and just said: "Yes". Jason slipped the ring on my finger, got up and kissed me passionately. Everybody applauded and cheered. I took the second ring and slipped it on Jason's finger and we kissed again. The two mothers had tears in their eyes.

To be continued? Yes, if you guys let me know you like the story. All comments welcome at amahy1957@gmail.com