Unexpected

Unexpected 2

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Author' Note

It was fun writing this chapter. There are more coming in the next weeks. Hope I get as good a reaction to this chapter as the first one. Let me know your thoughts and ideas.

Previously

I looked at him. "Ride me big guy. You are magnificent."

He started slowly with long strokes. I felt so full and he kept telling how hot and tight I was. I few times I pushed into him on his downward stroke. It felt as if I was impaling myself and it felt so good to feel him bottom out and then slowly pull out to continue his rhythm. He had me swearing making guttural noises when he started to use quick short strokes over my prostate. There were incredible sensation coursing through me. I knew that I could not last much longer. I realized that it had been just so long since I had had really passionate sex.

I signalled him by starting to stroke myself to his rhythms and I think I murmured 'close' and he simply nodded his head yes. I could feel my orgasm start in my groin and my cock head was sending shooting messages of pleasure to every nerve centre of my body. As my first shot started, I clamped my muscles around Philip's ebony rod. He let out a strangled cry and as I spasmed, I contracted as much as I could. I felt him speed up and then slam all the way into me and held. I swear that I could feel each of his shots mixed with my sensations. I was in bliss. There was a trail of semen from my chest to a large pool in my navel. I pulled him down onto me and kissed as if it were the last kiss of my life. He bent and licked the moisture from my eyes. I realized that I had him in a bear hug and as I came down from my high, I slowly eased the pressure.

"I did OK? Breakfast?"

I looked at him tenderly. "Yeah, as we agreed, you are getting fucked tomorrow morning." I looked into his eyes. "Philip, thank you. I have not had a lover quite like you for a long time."

It was hard for me to believe; I felt alive again. I realized it wasn't just the sex; it was Philip's personality and manner. He had been thoughtful, charming, caring and sexual as hell. We kissed and fell asleep.

Present

It was early the next morning that I felt Philip stir. I had been awake for a while and I had been thinking hard. I was amazed at what had happened last night. First, there was man in my bed. I had come home with him and promised him coffee and breakfast. He had taken me by surprise and I had reacted to him. Where did I go from here? I was sure that I wanted to see him again. I would have to see what happened this morning.

Right now, I could feel that there was a very hard cock pressed against my ass. I was hard in seconds. My libido was active again.

I turned and looked at him. His hair was mussed from sleep and he looked younger and more vulnerable. I stared at him. "You appear to be at battle station readiness."

His hand snaked over to me and it surrounded my hard cock. "The big gun is primed!"

We were still mentally high from last night and still very horny after a pretty deep sleep. He made even more noise than I did as I rimmed him. I went a little slower and we did spend some time when we stopped just looking at each other and kissing. As we kissed, I could feel him surrounding me and contracting lightly. It felt so intimate. When I finally had us both at the point of no return, I realized yet again that the second orgasm was a full body explosion and so intense. Yes there were hours separating our orgasms but we were both consumed by the sensations that overtook our bodies as I emptied myself in him.

I didn't want to shower at this point so I went and brought back a warm wet cloth and towel and cleaned him and myself up.

With that mischievous look, "I understand that you make coffee as well as you make love."

I could only make one response. "Coffee, sometimes better but not today. My partner has spurred me on to higher heights last night and this morning."

There was lots of touching and feeling during breakfast. He reminded me and I told him why I lived in the house alone. He commiserated for a few minutes and we moved on. We had a shower together after breakfast and amazed each other discovering that the third orgasm took a little longer but was just as powerful.

He was getting ready to leave as he had things planned for the day and Sunday. I finally screwed up my courage. "Philip is this a one time demonstration of your special powers?"

He smiled. "I was gong to ask you much the same question."

"That doesn't really answer my question."

"James, I can't think of anything that I would rather do than see you again ... soon."

We agreed to meet for supper on Tuesday night and 'see how things go'. We both knew that there was an attraction but was it just that or more. I liked the idea that we were going slowly but I had to admit to myself that I was really attracted to him. Tuesday gave us both a chance to get a perspective.

I arrived at Tom's door at 10 on Sunday. I figured that they would be finished anything private by then. I may have guessed wrong as Eric arrived with his robe on and his hair looking like Philip's yesterday morning. Tom was in the kitchen and coffee was just starting to brew. They both had that just fucked look, the eyes, the looks and the little touches.

"Too early?"

"No, curly locks over there slept in but we are up and at it."

I wondered if they had been up and at it in the kitchen. Just thinking of what Philip and I had done on Friday night and Saturday morning sent messages to places that could become embarrassing. So I quickly shifted my thoughts.

Tom interrupted my thoughts anyway. "So you went off with quite a guy Friday night. Everything OK?"

I went on to explain some of my feelings about Philip and there were big smiles when I told them that I was meeting him on Tuesday for supper.

Monday dragged with the minutia of business. Monday night was a little lonely until the phone rang.

"Still on for tomorrow?"

"Don't tell me you have to cancel. Second thoughts?"

"Oh, I have had lots of thoughts but none of the second variety."

We chatted about our last couple of days and signed off after 30 minutes. I was surprised how good I felt just hearing his voice and chatting. I felt so free and easy with him.

I walked into the restaurant a bit late as we had had a small computer problem and I had had to see that it was dealt with before I left. Owning a small company had it drawbacks but the money was good and my bank balance and investments were in good shape. Actually, I liked the challenge.

I scanned the restaurant and I saw this handsome man stand up. My god he was even more gorgeous than I remembered. I now knew the meaning of the expression, my heart skipped a beat. It was interesting how our greeting went. We were in a public place. He remained standing and we shook hands holding each others hand just a fraction longer than would be acceptable. Under the table it was different. As soon as I sat down, our legs touched and stayed that way with each of us moving our leg against the other.

He spoke first. "Missed you more than I thought I would." I raised my eyebrow. "OK, OK, that came out wrong. I missed you a lot."

I smiled. "Ditto and it was not just the physical intimacy. My place seemed empty the next days." I looked at him. "So what do you recommend here."

I felt so easy with him. We chatted as if we had known each other for a long time. I found out his last name, Marchese. He was from a big Italian family, two brothers and a sister. That explained his lovely dark skin. OK, I tried to keep that out of my mind as a mental picture of him lying on my bed flashed through my thoughts. It became clear by the end of the meal that we wanted to meet again. I had tickets for the orchestra at the the Centre for the Performing Arts and Tom had had to cancel. It turned out that Philip's mother loved opera and they had listened to Saturday Afternoon at the Opera on CBC (Canadian Broadcasting Corporation) for years. That had instilled a love of classical music in him. He was excited about attending. So a concert on Thursday and the club on Friday night to meet my friends.

"Why don't we skip dessert and come back to my place for a drink." He looked so cute as he got that out. He almost sounded as if he was expecting a no from me.

"Great idea."

We entered the foyer of his condo. It was very sophisticated. Granite in the foyer and then hardwood all through the hall and living area and the hallway down to the bedrooms and bathrooms. He explained that he bought it from a friend of the family who needed to sell quickly. It still must have cost a bundle. The kitchen was incredible: granite flooring with tension mats at the sink and in front of his preparation area, clean, modern lines. He had also inherited his mother's love of cooking.

I was standing in the kitchen admiring it when I sensed someone behind me. Then I felt Philip's arms encircling me pulling me close. His lips on my neck were like a hot iron burning into my skin marking me as his.

I turned my head and gave him a questioning look. "I think that you have lured me here under false pretences."

His eyes were hooded and narrowed, "Oh, how so?"

"You invited me for a drink. This feels like a seduction."

He released me and reached into the cupboard and took out a glass. He started the water running in the sink and tested it with his fingers. When he was satisfied with the temperature, he poured the water into the glass and handed it to me. I took a sip and put the glass down. We were both suppressing smiles. "Oh, that hit the spot."

I locked onto his eyes as he stood there unmoving, looking at me but I could see the repressed mirth. I caved first. "Oh damn it, kiss me." He leaned forward, grabbed my body and pressed his hot body against mine. He kissed me hard with his tongue invading my mouth.

We left a trail of clothes from the kitchen, down the hall and in the bedroom, taking something off each time one of us pressed the other against the wall for a passionate kiss.

I had him on the bed with my mouth and tongue working his ass. I felt his hands on my head and they pulled me off and up. His eyes and face were taut with passion. "Take me James. I need you so badly."

My orgasm was incredible as I slammed fully into him and then stroked in and out for those last shots. His orgasm must have been just as good if the noise and expletives were any indicator. His body looked as if he had shot litres between us. He took the condom off me and looked at the amount in it. "You saved that for me?"

"Big guy, I saved a lot for you today. I like your seduction plans."

"Stay the night?"

"Yeah, I left my shaver and some toiletries in the car. I guess I was hoping for this. I'll run down tomorrow and retrieve them."

The next morning, we had breakfast quickly. He insisted that we shower together, with raging erections. It was so erotic to have the water cascade down my back as I took him in my mouth or over my head and shoulders as he returned the favour. I swear that I could still taste his semen as we kissed and left for work.

In a quiet moment at work, I pondered what had happened. I had gone from almost refusing to go to the club on Friday to meeting a guy and forming a really strong attachment with him in less than a week. Was I going too fast? Was it just a rebound relationship after months of lethargy. Or was it a chance meeting of a guy who happened to match my interests and personality. I looked at it from lots of angles and then decided that I knew what Tom would say. Watch carefully and go with it with my eyes open. He would probably add not to over think it.

On Thursday evening before the concert, we had supper at a lovely little Italian restaurant that Philip knew. He introduced me as a friend who had invited him to the concert. There was only a little foot touching under the table here. We had an outstanding dinner. The performance was subtle but the playing was dynamic. We met some people I knew at the interval and Philip could certainly keep up with observations and comments about the pieces and the performance. It was a wonderful evening.

We slept at my place that night and arranged to meet at the club after work. He suggested that we stay at his place Friday night. Then a magical suggestion. We would go shopping in the market Saturday and pick up fresh foods and cook dinner together in his kitchen in the afternoon. On Sunday, we would go for a long bike ride, eat at a pub at noon and have left overs that night at his place. A weekend with each other. Could be a defining time for us.

We were back at the club after just a week. Philip was greeted as one of the guys. He had played soccer and hockey and so he could talk about sports and as it turned out, he was well read in current affairs and was not without opinions. I don't think that I have ever had such a good night dancing. Later in bed was pretty good as well.

The weekend turned out to be some of the best days in my life, to that point. It started rather chastely. Philip said that he had plans. We showered quickly and in Philip's words, with no nonsense. Then we went out for breakfast at one of his favourite places. He knew all the people and laughed and joked with them. He introduced me as a friend. The waitress treated him like royalty. I smiled to myself wondering how she would act if she had seen our activities in bed last night after the dance. Had to stop those thoughts; I was still wound up not having had any relief this morning. I couldn't stand up for a while.

We were early enough that we found a parking spot a few blocks from the market area. It was a glorious Canadian fall day. The temperature was in the low 20s Celsius and the sun on us made it feel even warmer. It was the fall and the produce was local and looked really good. Soon our bags were filled with tomatoes, peppers, celery, aubergine, garlic, onions, several types of mushrooms, fresh herbs, baguettes and more. Then we went to an Italian delicatessen. Of course, Philip knew most of the staff. I loved to hear the quick, melodious words of Italian flowing off of Philip's lips. I liked anything to do with Philip's lips. Sharp, hard Italian cheese, Parmesan and provolone, along with soft mozzarella and special Italian pasta for the lasagna that he had promised me. Then we spent a lot of time tasting and choosing at the salami and antipasto counter.

That day, I saw that great other side of Philip, the warmth, the happiness of greeting people. He was a man comfortable with himself. He was introducing me to friends and associates in the community. As we walked down the street to put our purchases in the car our arms and hands touched each other and several times our eyes met and there was such tenderness in his looks. I didn't want the day to ever end. Luckily the best was yet to come.

We found a little pub in the market and it was obviously gay friendly. Some of the guys were holding hands and talking intimately. We sat down and before the waiter came Philip reached over and took my hand and squeezed it. He didn't hold it long but the waiter must have seen it. He had a big smile."Hey, good day, eh. What can I get you two?" He knew and we didn't care. We ate a great ploughman's platter with a local micro brewery beer. We left the restaurant with a rather pointed 'have a good afternoon' from the waiter.

We started cooking as soon as we organized our purchases. I guess he wanted to see the level of my culinary skills. He asked me to deal with the tomatoes, onions and garlic. I was searching for a pot and he asked me what I wanted it for.

"For the tomatoes." He frowned. "You asked me to deal with the tomatoes. Watch and learn, big guy."

While the water was coming to a boil, I took his big French chef knife, 8 inches, just what I like for chopping and slicing vegetables, and chopped and diced the onions. I used the traditional French dicing method, tip of the knife on the cutting board, folded fingers with just the knuckle showing and quick rocking down motions. Then the celery. I used the knife to squash the garlic and then chopped it into fine pieces. I looked over and he was looking at me with a big smile. I used the knife to slide them into the hot frying pan with lots of olive oil.

"I thought that I had a sous chef but it looks like I have a chef in my kitchen. The water is boiling. Now this I have to see."

I popped a tomato into the water and counted to 12 out loud. I took it our with a slotted spoon and proceeded to peel the skin off with my fingers. All I heard was, "I learn something ever day. OK, you are in charge of the sauce my chef." He came over and gave me a kiss.

The smell of the sauteing onions, garlic, peppers, celery, mushrooms and herbs turned the kitchen into the most wonderful place. I threw in the chopped tomatoes. I put in a 1/2 cup of red wine and tasted it. I used the palm of my hand as my measure for the salt and then ground pepper into the sauce. I retested it and added a fraction more salt. Philip watched in fascination as he was sauteing large slices of aubergine. I looked at him. "Where's the sugar?"

"Sugar. No, not for the sauce."

"Who is making this sauce?" He reluctantly got the sugar. I handed him some sauce in a spoon without any sugar. "Taste this." He did. I added a scant teaspoon of sugar. He tasted again as did I. I added another very scant teaspoon. He tasted it. "My lord, it has brightened, come alive." I smiled.

We assembled the lasagna with layers of pasta, meat, aubergine, sauce and cheese until all the layers were complete. Into the oven and quickly the entire condo was filed with the smell of Italy.

We sat side by side in the living room with a glass of wine and a plate of baguette, salami and antipasto.

Philip raised his glass, "To my man of many surprises today. One of the best days in a long time."

"To my chef." He shook his head smiling.

We ate and talked. He looked at the timer and put down his wine. He reached over and kissed me deeply. That turned to caresses of my neck and chest and finally he took off my shirt. I gave him a look.

"I checked. If we have a quickie, we have lots of time."

I laughed. I think I muttered horny bugger and then I took off his shirt.

We ended up naked on the couch. He had me on my knees with my hands on the back of the couch and his tongue was down my back and then down my crack. Finally, it was circling home base. I was moaning encouraging him to go farther. After a few minutes, I made him pull away. I turned around and kissed him. I could taste my musk and sweat. It was erotic. He was hard and standing straight up. I took him him my mouth. He whimpered as I took him all the way and used my tongue and throat muscles. He was almost incoherent.

"Philip, I need you. Get the supplies." What a lovely sight. Going, the broad back and beautiful bubble butt with just a hint of hair and returning, his impressive cock at 45 degrees bobbing and swaying as he walked. I almost lost it just looking at him. He sat on the couch and I put a condom and lube on him and then lots of lube in me. I put my legs on each side of his and lined him up to my entrance. The head was just touching me and I bent down to kiss him. As we kissed, he slipped in. I had come to love feeling that big cock head invade me but this time I didn't pause. I slowly sank down all the way until I was sitting on his legs. I felt invaded, sexual and part of this man.

"Philip, you have made me feel alive. I cannot tell you how much these last days have meant to me. Today will be a memory that I shall always have."

"James, no Jamie, I didn't know how the simple things could be so wonderful. Walking, cooking and now this." There was moisture forming in the eyes of this big masculine man. "I had no idea." I kissed him and slowly wiped the moisture away with my tongue.

I started to move up and down. I did it so that it stimulated me and him. I knew that this was a quicky so as I moved up and down massaging him with my muscles as I did it, I reached behind and cupped his balls. I caressed them and pulled them down. I reached over and licked and bit his nipples. He was not still. He started to stroke me with one hand and work on my balls. Every nerve in my body was exploding. I was riding a wave of pure pleasure.

"Close."

"Same here."

My finish came first. My first shot landed on his lips and then I sprayed him. There was white on his lips, chin, chest and stomach. My contractions and very fast movements up and down had him firing I don't know how many shots. I could feel his cock pulsing. The kisses never stopped. When I finally felt him deflating, I held the condom and came off him. I don't have a fetish about condoms and cum but the condom was filled from the tip down the sides. It was amazing.

I had discovered that Philip became very physical after sex. He wanted to hold me and caress my body. I felt so protected and wanted by him. I guess I was much the same. We lay on the couch and I pulled us as close to each other as I could, gently feeling his body. There was no need for words. We both knew how the other felt.

The timer's alarm went off. I pulled myself away. I smiled at him. "You deal with that, I pointed to the condom and the cum all over him. I'll get the lasagne out of the oven." I paused looking at him all over. "On second thought, I feel a little kinky today. I can help."

I leaned over and licked a lot of my cum off him and kissed him. He looked blown away but seemed to enjoy it. Then I decided to really blow him away. I put my fingers around the base of the condom and squeezed it off him. Then I took his cock in my mouth and cleaned him up. "I believe that if you are responsible then you should help in the clean up." I kissed him with some of himself in my mouth.

Smiling, "Never done that before. A day of firsts. Good day." He took my cock in his mouth which still had cum on it. When finished, "I'm responsible too. This could be habit forming."

We had a great meal. He swore that it was the best lasagna he had ever had but added not to tell his mother. We watched a movie from iTunes and then went to bed but not to sleep.

We were up early the next morning and decided on breakfast at one of Philip's restaurants. We were given our usual welcome and received our usual treatment. It was partly the Italian connection but mostly the natural good nature of my guy. I hated to admit to myself but I was falling for this guy in a big way. I just hoped that I was reading the signals correctly and not setting myself for another big fall. We said our goodbyes and drove back to his condo to get our bikes. We would do a big circle route and end up back here sometime in the afternoon.

Again, we had chosen the perfect day. It was the last days of September. The sun was out and the temperature was just right for a ride. We took the side streets from his condo until we were on one of the many bike paths in the city. We had chosen one that would take us along the river and we both knew some really nice cafes that were on our route where we could eat at noon. I love riding on a good day like this. It was not hot but the sun was just warming us and it was serene. Some of the trees had started to change colour but had not yet started dropping their leaves. While we sprinted a couple of times just out of exuberance for the day, we kept up a good pace. I enjoyed riding last as I could get a good view of the rider in front of me. He looked spectacular in his tight riding gear and I was often transfixed watching the muscles in his ass flex with his motions. I was astounded that I had been naked in bed with him just hours before. I had to quickly shift my thoughts several times.

Somewhere around half way on the ride out, we stopped by the path and took our bikes down to the beach. It was rocky and stoney and I started to pick up small flat stones and threw them in counting the number of skips I could get. Of course, it soon became a good natured contest as to who could get the longest skip or the most number. We were laughing like kids. When we stopped, we sat on a rock and took in the light of the sun on the water and the gentle lapping of waves. It was one of those simple, sublime moments. I looked up and over at Philip. He was looking at me.

His words were soft and intense. "Haven't had moments like this for a long time. I have had quite a few in the last week."

I looked at him. "I know. Me too." At almost the same time, we leaned to each other and kissed. It was not a passionate, tongue duelling kiss but a soft, long kiss that seemed to say even more than the other kind. We heard people approaching so we broke and stood up. I scanned his body and mine. "Maybe a little walk down the beach away from the people. Just to give us time to settle down." What I really wanted to do was to kneel down and trace that long hard tube that was outlined by his pants with my tongue.

Lunch was great. We ended up talking to a couple who were also biking. She was a nurse and he was computer engineer in a local firm. They were bright and lots of fun. We finally started on our route home. We arrived back in the mid afternoon and we agreed that we needed a shower before we sat down with our antipasto and salami from yesterday. We never did get to the antipasto.

We didn't even discuss it. We undressed and went together to the bathroom. Philip started to run the shower and adjust the temperature. I came up behind him and pulled him close. He could feel my enlarging cock. We started with the soft loving kisses but they changed quickly into the other kind. We were both hard by the end. We washed and cleaned all the important bits. It was the most erotic shower that I have ever had. We were out of the shower drying off and Philip reached over and turned off the light. The light from the hallway gave just a lovely glow in the bathroom. We could see each other outlined in the mirror. Philip placed himself facing the mirror and I was behind him.

"Jamie, it has been a perfect day. I want to do something different. I want to watch us make love. Please get the supplies and bring them here." I realized what he wanted.

As I reentered the bathroom, in the mirror, I could see my cock sticking out in front of me moving as I walked. Philip was standing facing me, with a smile on his face. He uttered one short phrase. "I like it."

I gave them to him. "It is your video. We do what you want. You are right, a perfect day, weekend really."

Oh shit he gave me the soft kiss for minutes. It was torture as we rubbed each others bodies. He finally stopped. Smiling sweetly, he knelt down and sucked the head of my cock and slowly using his fingers and mouth put a condom on me. He turned sideways to the mirror but facing it slightly. He handed me the lube after he put a lot on me. I gently put it in him looking at his eyes as I did. Then I slowly entered him. His eyes got bigger as did mine as we watched my cock slowly be taken in by his body. When I could go no farther, I turned his face to me. "You are a very special person." I went slowly and I watched as my cock disappeared and reappeared in a slow rhythm. I had never done this before and been so affected by anything like this before. We were one, saying something to other that I was afraid to say verbally.

"Oh Jamie kiss me. Run your hands over my chest and please stroke me to your rhythm."

I realized that this was not release. This was love making. I realized in some part of my brain that I had never done this with anyone before. It was a first. So there was no flight to a finish or an attempt to prolong it, we just kept on talking to each other with our bodies. Several times he threw back his head in pure joy and pleasure. At he final time, he started to move in my hand which had been gently stroking him and he sped up. His body tensed and strained forward with me pressing in behind him and he finished. We watched as each shot arced up landing on the vanity in different spots and distance. His contractions and pressure started me and I growled in my throat at each pulse. He was looking at me as my face was a mask of pleasure and emotion. I had grabbed him around the chest and pressed him against me.

We were both incoherent but when I came out forced by his body, I turned him around and kissed him again. "Never done that before. You are magnificent."

We finally made it to the kitchen after a long time just holding each other in bed. He looked at me. "I know that you have an early meeting and have to go but I want you to know that I need you here more than anything that I have needed before."

"Sorry, but I do have to be up early and I know how you feel."

We sat comfortably eating and talking about the day. We were still sitting at the counter when he looked at me. "I think that we have to talk. I want to make certain that we understand each other." I quietly looked at him saying nothing. "I have no desire to see anyone else but you."

I shook my head. "Neither do I ... want you to see anyone else but me."

He started to chuckle. "You really are a prick."

I grabbed and slid my fingers over my crotch and drawled out, "Yeaaaah, big prick. Just you big guy, you are enough for me."

"I don't like not being with you every night."

"Horny bastard." He shook his head. I cut off what he was about to say. "I know it is not just that because I feel exactly the same." I stopped, trying to collect my many thoughts. "You know that I was really burned by that bastard. I don't think either of us is ready for a radical solution but perhaps there is a way. We could live at each others place for days or a week and then switch. Most of our calls are to our cells and we can use call forwarding for the home phones."

"Sounds interesting. I like it. I knew that you would come up with something creative."

"I have to ask that we are honest with each other. Please don't put me in a position that Colin put me in."

He moved closer. "You know that I would never do that to you but I understand. Honesty."

"I would like to be tested."

He had a very happy look on his face. "Tomorrow after work. We can meet at the clinic."

We held each others hands as we talked about how we would organize our lives together. We decided to go by the week although it did present problems with clothing for work. We both decided to spend a little extra money on new razors, tooth brushes and personal toiletries. We figured that it would be OK if one person wanted some private time alone at their place. We agreed that I would go home that night. He would pack up his stuff and come to my place after the clinic.

We started to talk about Thanksgiving (second Monday of October) which was the next weekend. It hadn't come up before because we had been leading separate lives. He was going to his parents. Their family had a huge family party with all the aunts and uncles and their families. It was a huge organized potluck meal and it was at different home every year, at his parents' place this year.

I was going home to have our traditional thanksgiving with my parents, sister and her husband and kids and some uncles and aunts and their families. It sounded a bit like his family. I realized that a meal with my family was noisy and fun.

We both admitted that we would miss each other. Almost as an after thought, I asked him how his Italian family accepted him as a gay. There was sudden look of panic that flashed across his face. Almost by instinct, I knew the answer to my question.

"OK, first test of honesty. I am so sorry Jamie. A sin of omission. They don't know." There must have been a look of surprise and shock on my face and not a good look because his look became really anxious. "Is this a bit of problem for you, a big problem?"

"Philip, yes it is a problem if it isn't solved. I want to start to make a relationship with you. You know, when we are in those restaurants in the morning, I like being introduced as your friend but I always have this feeling that I have to watch what I do and say so I don't give anything away. I don't want a life with you like that. I want to meet and be part of your family if they will accept me. A lot of that will be up to me, I know but Philip, I didn't agree to share my life with you on whim. I want to be with you in all ways. You mean so much to me and I think that it is only starting."

I stopped to look at the surprised but happy look on his face. Continuing quickly, "In the words of the philosopher, 'there, you can run now or run with me'." I paused again. "Don't do any thing over Thanksgiving; it's a family holiday and there should be no big surprises. Your mother and father don't need that with all the family arriving."

"Where have you come from? Hot and thoughtful. Give me a kiss. Going to miss you tonight."

We kissed. "Just think what tomorrow night will be like." I ran my fingers over the front of his pants. "No! That was just a tease until tomorrow. Gotta go."

We were tested. I was correct; Monday night was a night to remember although there would be an even better night when we had our results. I was certain that both would be negative. Our system worked well. His phone rang several times and he talked to his mother about Thanksgiving and he assured her that he would be coming alone. I smiled and walked over as he was talking to her and ran my fingers over his chest and thighs. He swatted me away just holding back the laughter.

The week passed quickly and we said our goodbyes on Friday morning and promised to phone each other at least once on the weekend. I told him that since my family knew about me, he could phone at almost anytime. I would explain the call truthfully. He commented that he would like to hear that explanation. The kiss was long and passionate and I finally broke the kiss, touched his hand gently and left.

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If you liked this story, you might want to read the others that I have published on Nifty. In particular, Unexpected Change which has had the most positive comments and one of my favourites, Getting My Act Together.

Unexpected Change, Nifty, College, April 16, 2011 Friendship, Nifty, Adult Friends, May 20, 2011 Surprising Last Year at University, Nifty, College, June 9, 2011 Murder Changed My Life, Nifty, Beginnings, July 8, 2011 What is Love?, Nifty, Beginnings, August 31, 2011 Getting My Act Together, Nifty, Adult-Friends, November 10, 2011 Surprised, Nifty, Adult-Friends, January 14, 2012 Surprised Eric and Dave, Beginnings, February 10, 2012 Surprised Graham and Robert, Nifty, Adult-Friends, March 22, 2012 What a Difference a Year Makes, Nifty, Adult-Friends, September 13, 2012 Discoveries, Nifty, Beginnings, November 1, 2012 Introspection, Nifty, Relationships, August 1, 2013 Bad Boy Series, Nifty, Beginning, January 2, 2014 Unexpected, Nifty, Adult-Friends, April 25, 2014