Unexpected 5
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The story is not autobiographical and is a product of the writer's fertile imagination.
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Author's Notes
Chapter 5 is a chapter that pulls some things together for the next chapters. Chapter 6 will see some changes in relationships as the story starts to take some new, interesting turns in succeeding chapters. Chapter 6 is one of my favourites. Enjoy Chapter 5; I know you will enjoy 6. I am up to Chapter 11 which is being written now. So lots of things can happen.
Previously
With that he pommelled me and yelled as he impaled me one last time as he started. He then finished after several pulses moving in and out. He was out quickly and turned me around and took me in his mouth. He sucked me like a mad man and when I came, it was an explosion. My muscles were still twitching and I was still gasping after a minute. When he knew that I was too tender to be sucked any more, he looked at me. I nodded yes and he shared with me. It was the perfect finish.
If someone was observing, there were two men with tears in their eyes on a bed embracing each other as hard as they could with cocks still dribbling cum. No words were spoken and that was good. We had said so much to each other with our bodies. I woke the next morning with my arms around him and my very hard cock on his ass. He felt my movement, turned and reached for the lube and gave it to me. Just minutes after waking I was slowly making love to him. It was slow and erotic. He was on his side facing slightly towards the bed and I leaning over him buried to the the hilt when I finally lost control and filled him. Moments later I had taken him in my mouth and was sharing with him.
Breakfast was like a time set aside. There was just the two of us in the world as we ate, touched each other and talked about our living arrangements.
Present
"If you really want to live together, I have a suggestion."
"I figured that you would have thought about it." He smirked.
"Don't smirk at me." I pinched him. Damn, he enjoyed it. He started moving his legs in and out. Always as sign of excitement with my guy. "I like your condo but my house is well situated and is bigger for entertaining and for family or guests. I love your kitchen and your style of decoration. You could rent the condo as an investment and we could move some of your furniture to my place and put mine in the condo. I would like to renovate my kitchen in your style. My place would become our place in a short time. Or we could both sell and find something on the market."
"I knew that you would have a solution. We could get my designer to do your kitchen and we could repaint your living and dining room to match our choice of furniture. We could live here until your place is done; sorry, until our place is done. In fact, we could start now in the off season and get it done more cheaply and sooner."
In fact, we figured that we would live at my place for weeks as we had designers come in. Hopefully we could come to some decisions by the end of November, early December. We thought that we would have Christmas at his condo and New Years at the house. Then we would be permanently at the condo until the house was ready for us to move in.
We had invited Philip's family over after church a week after our decision to move in together permanently. Mamma, of course, was going to bring some food. I decided that this was our place and our entertaining. I was not going to do it entirely Italian style but in what I hoped would become our style. I decided on antipasto first and then a sea food chowder for lunch with breads and cheese and with some of the pasta dish that Mamma was bringing over.
Supper would be a Boeuf Bourguignon. I knew that I would have to make both dishes in advance. So Friday night with the chowder and Saturday with the Boeuf, were taken up with lots of food preparation. We had a great time together and it was a joint effort; Philip was a good cook. Probably the most memorable part was Saturday afternoon when the Boeuf Bourguignon was in the oven. My co-chef served up another dish, me.
I closed the oven door for the Bourguignon and felt myself encircled by two strong arms. Soon those arms and the fingers attached had me and my co-chef naked. I shall never forget sitting on him as he sat on a chair in the kitchen with the smells of sauteed food and the Boeuf cooking in the oven. I sat with my eyes closed feeling his cock pulsing in me and we kissed and touched each other. It was not frantic but slow and measured until we finished together with sighs of joy. This might become a tradition.
We arrived at church and took our usual positions with Mamma and Pops. I noticed that I did get some cold glances from Chelsea. Obviously, she had heard of my confrontation with Gio. Everyone was invited back for lunch, football and dinner.
I put the huge Creuset casserole on the stove to heat the chowder and asked Julia to shred some parmesan cheese for me. Mamma was assigned getting the breads and roles into bowls and plates. I enjoyed ordering Mamma around in my kitchen and I think that she knew it. The table was set and I had some wonderful fresh wines including a Prosecco and some lovely pinot gris from the Alsace. I had added my secret ingredient to the chowder, just a touch of Sambuca to give it a special flavour. Mamma had made a great ravioli and I would serve it after the chowder.
I asked Pops to give the blessing and then we started with some excellent antipasto and salamis that Philip had chosen. Then, the huge steaming Creuset casserole of chowder was set on the table. It looked impressive and smelled delicious. I noticed that Gio dug into the chowder but Chelsea had turned her nose up at the fish, mussels, oysters and shrimp that I had put in the chowder. She took a little more of the antipasto and bread. Her loss and our gain. There might be some left over for tomorrow for us although I would offer it to Mamma. There were a lot of ohs and ahs over the chowder and it was good if I do say so myself. Mamma eyes' opened with surprise and I saw just the trace of a smile on her face when I told her that the recipe was basically my own, in my head but I would write something down for her. I think that it was one point for me.
Her ravioli was very good and I asked for the recipe. That was when I got the little innocent hesitation and hint of a smile as she told me that it was in her head and she would show me how. She saw the little flicker of my smile and I could see pleasure in her eyes. We enjoyed each other.
We ended with ice cream and sauces. I thought that it was for the kids but the adults had just as much fun.
I noticed yet again that Chelsea made no move to help clean up or comment on the food. In fact, she had picked at it. I had tried several times that day to engage her in conversation but to no avail. She preferred her telephone. I decided to just write her off.
I had brought some board games and had loaded some electronic games onto my iPad and my computer so that the kids would have something to do during the long afternoon as we watched football. My next task was to get Mamma out of the kitchen. It was not her job to clean up.
"Jamie, you have provided us with a fabulous meal and I intend to clean up."
"Then, I intend to stay and work with you. You are in our home and I do what I think is right."
"Jamie, you are impossible."
"So are you Mamma. Truce? Let's spend some time together and do the job. I know you don't appreciate the football."
We had a great time cleaning up and we talked about church and our beliefs. We talked about our plans for the house and she was so touched by the decisions that Philip and I had made together. As we finished she looked at me with a sweet, tender look. "My Philipo is a lucky man to have found you. I am so happy for both of you. I can tell from the way you look at each other how much you care for him and he for you."
"Mamma, I consider myself the lucky one. He is the finest person that I have met in my life."
She hugged me giving me her blessing. Then she straightened up and told me to get into the football match. With that, she poured me a glass of Prosecco and sent me off.
Juventus lost and I told them why. Not modest at all, not with this crowd anyway. They did not play as a team and their defence was too open, not tight enough. They let too many Milan players get behind them in the box. Simply, they were outplayed.
Supper received even more praise and I assured Mamma that I had used a recipe for that dish, well my usual recipe from Julia Child which I knew pretty well.
After supper, I decided that we would play a game that I had played as a youngster and I had borrowed it from parents figuring that I would have a chance to use it. I wanted to start a tradition of involving everyone in the family, especially the kids.
It was a game that involved trading cards to anyone who would trade with you and trying to corner the market in commodities. It involved lots of shouting with great whoops of joy and displeasure. The shouts of 2 cards, 1 card, 3 cards resounded in the living room as people snatched trades, made sounds of despair as they didn't get what they wanted.
I had insisted that we sit on the floor not around a table to make it more informal. It was organized chaos until Marcus yelled 'cornered the market in corn'. I had insisted that Mamma play and that Chelsea join us. Mamma was right into the spirit of it but Chelsea looked as it was the last thing in this world she wanted to do. She dropped out at the end of the first game and Gio took her spot. For the first time, he joined in and had a great time. Everyone left laughing and joking about the game and the day. It had been a lot of fun. As I had hoped, Marcus thanked me for a great day.
Philip and I sat in the living room with a glass of wine after everyone had left. He looked at me. "How do you do it? You have captivated my family."
"It's easy. They have accepted me ... and you together and I like them. I even appreciate Gio after the game tonight. Besides they are your family and they are like you in so many ways. I love em." I looked at him. "And you too."
His arm went around me. I can never figure out just how Philip can undress me so quickly. I was suddenly naked and he was still fully dressed. I fixed that and it didn't involve me getting dressed.
We went through the next weeks gathering samples of tiles, counter top and paint chips. Of all the companies interviewed, I did really like the woman who had designed Philip's kitchen and it was her company that we chose.
She spent a lot of time with us. My kitchen was bigger and a different shape. There would be a peninsula that would be both a preparation area and a place for breakfast or a quick supper although there would be a table and chairs in the kitchen. The tile for the floor and granite for the counter top were the finishes but she realized that I wanted something in slightly warmer colours than Philip's kitchen. We had a lot of funny arguments over each others taste and finally came to an mutual agreement. It really was going to be our kitchen.
We did move over some of his living room and combined it with my dining room set to make a very handsome main floor. I insisted on a new oriental rug to highlight my old oak floors which would be refinished but kept the colour of the aged patina of oak.
We were pretty well set until the renovations would start. In late November Philip suggested that we just stay here until January and use his place for entertaining if we wanted. He had slowly brought over what he needed for daily living and the thought of moving back and forth was a bother. I loved the idea. We were living in our home.
A couple of days later, I brought home two pictures that I had had framed in identical frames. They were two wonderful pictures of us together with his family in one and with my family in the other. In both pictures one of us had our arm draped over the others shoulder and the looks on our faces told a story of love and contentment. I gave them to Philip as a housewarming gift and he put them on the mantel together. It did become our place.
It was early December late in the afternoon and there was no indication that there would be any surprises for me that day. But of course, that is what a surprise is. Philip had phoned 20 minutes earlier to say that he was running a bit late and that he would pick up some Thai food as soon as he could.
There was knock at the door. Your mind does that little scanning of the memory. No deliveries planned, Philip would not knock. Must be college painters, gas salespeople or a religious person looking to save my very wicked soul. I opened the door and when my eyes and brain registered the person in front of me, my mouth must have dropped open as well.
"Colin. It's chilly. You had better step in for a minute." He stepped in the door and stood in the entrance hall. He looked as if he was going to give me a hug. I stepped back away from him and asked if he wanted to come in for a minute. He nodded yes with a Colin smile and immediately went for the cupboard to hang up his coat. Right, he had done that a few times in this house. I walked into the living room wondering what on God's earth was going on. I was surprised that I didn't feel any hostility; in fact, I had very few feelings except for surprise that he would come at this time in the afternoon.
"Oh, I like it. You have changed the living room. The rug is wonderful."
"It is on trial to see if it it the one we want." If he heard the 'we', he didn't indicate it. "So what brings you to town? Can't be to do your Christmas shopping. Toronto has much more choice." I decided that I could at least be a little light.
"Oh, I am moving back to this office. My job has changed." I just let the silence continue. "I just got into town and am looking for a place to stay until I can find something permanent. Thought that I would drop by."
"I always recommend the Suites. The rates are not bad and it feels a little like home, especially for a short stay."
"I heard in the Fall that you had had a bad time of it in the summer. I wondered if you wanted company or just for old time sake you might let me stay until I find something." He paused and gave me a intense look. "And who knows ...." He shrugged and smiled, his most charming, lecherous, Colin smile; it shone on me like a divine light.
His total lack of self knowledge and his total misunderstanding of what had happened to me almost took my breath away and I was at loss for words. He looked at me. "You don't have to say anything but think about it for now."
That finally galvanized me. I was surprised at how quickly my lack of feelings for him turned to visceral anger. "Colin, your staying here could be very uncomfortable. My silence is not for lack of words or things to say. It is how to say them." I held up to stop his reply. I decided not hold back. "It was not your absence that upset me. It was how you broke it off. You had met someone in Toronto and you went there on weekends and you fucked like rabbits to quote you and then you came back here and literally fucked me in all possible ways letting on that everything was as it had always been. During that time, you spent weeks getting a job in Toronto hundreds of kilometres away and finally telling me just days before you were to leave permanently. You used me and my home as a bloody convenience for your plans. I should have thrown you out that weekend and put a little inconvenience into your well crafted plan. How the hell do you think I would feel about it?
I indicated that he should follow me to the mantlepiece. I pointed to the two photos. Surely, even he would get it.
"Nice photos. You look quite happy."
"And so does Philip. He'll be home shortly with supper. A lot of the furniture that is new is his. We are planning a renovation of the kitchen and some repainting in January."
"Oh, so you think that it would bother him if I were here for a few days." Unbelievable, he still didn't get it
"Colin it would bloody well bother me. You have a lot of your story wrong as usual. I wasn't upset that you weren't around. It was what you did and how you did it that bruised my self image and confidence. I was just plain lucky. I met Philip in September. I have never in my life been as happy and fulfilled as these last few months. I love his family and my family loves him that is why I have him and me with our families in the photos."
Colin looked a little shell shocked. I heard the key in the front door. "How's my big sexy guy? I am waiting for that first kiss."
"Hi big guy. We have an unexpected guest."
"Whoops!" With the sound of chuckling. "Given my greeting, I hope it isn't Mamma but I didn't see her car."
I went to the foyer with a huge smile on my face and gave him a kiss to remember. "Oh wow, some first kiss."
He walked into the living room. He had seen some pictures of Colin and he stopped in the middle of the entrance. "Colin. I am Philip Marchese. Welcome to our home." Well done Philip. From the look on Colin's face, it was a direct hit. Colin had almost acted as if this was still his place. "We have lots of food. You are welcome to stay."
"Colin, we'll get the food out. You can use the phone to call the Suites and reserve a room." He gave me a defeated look and simply said that he didn't want to intrude; he would phone and then go and check in. I was glad as I didn't want to make conversation with him. Basically, I wanted him out of the house and I didn't want anything to do with him. I finally knew how I felt about him. I didn't like him and I did not trust him. He left shortly after.
"You weren't very enthusiastic about him being here."
"Philipo, he virtually asked me to stay here while he looked for a place and suggested not very subtly that maybe we could rekindle what we had had. I set him straight about what he had done and how I felt about him."
"He is a good looking guy. Not tempted?"
I went over and punched him on the arm. "You are fishing for a compliment. Get that gorgeous ass here and let me show you how tempted I was." I grabbed him to me and pulled us together with my hands on that ass. The kiss lasted for a minute or more.
"I can put the food away if there is something else you want to tell me."
"That's enough ... for now." We ate a great meal joking and talking about the day. We finished and cleaned up. When we were finished, I pulled him to me. "Now I have more to say to you but not here."
I kissed him gently and put my arm over his shoulder and moved him to the bedroom. I have to admit that half way there my hand slipped down to his butt. He looked at me with a smile. I looked at him. "Yeah, one of us is really going to get it tonight, stud." He raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, you are a stud and I love it. I am so glad Colin dropped by, it really reminded me what I got out of his leaving. There are times when you leave me breathless and then there are times like tonight when I would not be able to get enough of you."
I stopped by the bed and slowly undressed him. He was already hard when I took off his shorts and they were wet from where I had sucked them and his big, beautiful cock. It was then I knew who was going to get it. Colin and I had shared this bedroom but this guy made love to me. I wanted that tonight.
"Philipo, undress me. Touch every part of my body. Make it tingle, make it shake, make me cry out with pleasure. Then take me anyway that you want. I want us to be one."
He undressed me slowly touching every part of my body. By the time he was finished, my body was pulsating with expectation and desire. We kissed all the way through it as if were going to be our last kiss. I was breathless and had started to perspire I was so worked up. I lay on the bed and spread my legs. He shook his head. "Not quite yet."
He raised my legs up and started to lick and bite my ass cheeks as he moved slowly to his destination. When his tongue finally flicked across my opening, I could not stop moving and making little noises in my throat. There was more to come. I felt his fingers pull me apart and open me. His tongue went in as far as it could. Sometimes with rimming it is the physical act and sometimes it is the just the realization what someone was doing to me. Tonight it was both, realizing that this was something that Colin had almost never done although I had done it to him. I looked at Philip's glazed eyes. He enjoyed doing this to me. What an incredible turn on!
I finally pulled him away and up to me to kiss him. I could taste my self in his mouth. I pulled him up and took his cock into my mouth. By the time I was finished he was running his fingers through my hair and setting the rhythm with his hands on my head. I came off him. "No lube tonight. I want you now like this." I pointed to his wet glistening cock.
He slid down and balanced himself over me. There was a gorgeous man, lean body, defined chest covered lightly with dark hair bent over me, looking at me with passion in his eyes. I guided him to my opening. "Go slowly but don't stop. I want to feel invaded and full." I pulled his head to me and we kissed as he invaded me.
How do you describe the sensations, physical and psychological. My body was alive with sensations. I could feel him and did sense both pain and pleasure in all the centres of my brain. My eyes filled with moisture as I realized yet again how wonderful it was to be with this man. How I needed him.
He suddenly looked concerned. "Philip, they are tears of joy. You complete me like no one has ever done physically and mentally. Kiss the moisture away and take me to places I have never been." Over the next minutes that is exactly what he did. The harder he took me, the more I kissed and stroked, pinched and pulled him. I loved putting my fingers on his cock stroking him as he moved in and out of me. At times, it was almost like a wrestling match except we were only heightening every nerve ending.
"Jamie, I am not going to able to hold back much longer. You have me so hard and so sensitive that I can't last much longer. Come join me." I started to stroke myself faster and faster as I started to force myself to move against him. I started before him and I yelled his name as I literally forced out shots that hit my chin. I squeezed him as hard as I could with my anal muscles. It must have done the trick because he suddenly called my name and thrust into me and pushed as hard as he could holding so hard that he was shaking. He muttered and moaned and suddenly started to thrust frantically again to the rhythm of his final shots.
We were both breathless and strangely had stupid grins on our faces. He spoke first. "Never, never have I experienced anything like this. Fuck!"
"In the vernacular that is what we did. But I like to call it making love with my lover. Kiss me."
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