The meeting with Floren was not really what I expected. What I mean is that there was absolutely no coincidence of voice and physics. Where his voice was sexy as hell and had even caused me to have a hard-on and masturbate, his physics were not at all up to my expectations. I have nothing against older guys, and even had some great sex-meetings with them, but Floren was not taking care of himself. Maybe he was not as old as he looked, but being untidy was not helping it in any way. To start with, he was not properly shaven. I love a guy with a beard of one or two days, but he had probably shaven, but not carefully. His handshake was weak, without life and his hand was sweating... not really nice to touch. We sat down in the café and had some coffee. He handed me his manuscript. His handwriting was like a reflexion of his appearance: not really nice and almost difficult to read. There were pages that were stained. I could easily imagine where the stains came from, but didn't dare to make a picture of it. Some passages of his manuscript were almost unreadable as if he had gotten nervous while writing them.
It was written in French and he wanted an English version of it for publishing. After examining the complete manuscript, I realized it was going to be a very hard work to do. I normally charge per page, but this time I had to raise my price as the difficulty to read it would take me quite a lot more time. On top of that, his writing style was not what I could call "normal" French. The vocabulary he used was filled with words almost nobody would understand. I gave him my final quote and even I found it expensive. He said he had to think about it because he thought it would have been cheaper. He left the café, almost angrily. In a certain way I was almost relieved he didn't leave his manuscript.
Floren had just left when I got a phone call of an unknown number. As I mentioned before, I can't afford to miss these calls as they can mean a good income of money. To my surprise I heard a known voice: Frank. I could have recognized that voice amongst thousands. I thought about the meeting I just had with Floren and the sexiness of Frank's voice suddenly didn't appeal to me anymore. What if his voice didn't match the image I had of him? Frank started by saying it was his day off and that he was in my town.
Oh my...!
His first question was if that invitation for coffee was still valid. I really didn't know how to react and stammered a yes. I told him where I was and he said he would be there in about ten minutes. I admit I was scared. I shouldn't have been. I saw him coming in the café and looking for me. I raised my hand and he came over. The second picture I had made up in my head was right. Jet-black hair and eyes were the main feature of his friendly face. He was shorter than me, but well proportioned and certainly according to his voice: sexy as hell, nice-looking and elegant. If I hadn't met Filip, I would certainly have tried to seduce him and taken him to bed. We greeted each other and his handshake was firm without being overpowering. What overwhelmed me was the look in his eyes. I didn't know it was possible to have such dark eyes and nonetheless express things with them. I had the feeling he saw through me and that he could read my mind. It was impressive indeed.
We chit-chatted about everything and nothing. He seemed genuinely happy for me that I had won the trip, although he admitted that there was a catch in the prize, but that of course he was not allowed to tell me over the phone. The company that offered the trip was a time-share company and their vendors would do everything they could to sell me a week if not more. I reassured him that they would not be able to sell me anything as I was not interested at all in time-sharing. I knew how their system worked and when you added one and one, with these guys you reached three and even sometimes four. It was definitely out of the question for me to fall in their tramp. I saw myself enjoying a nice holiday of a week, all costs paid. I asked Frank if that trip was for one or two people and he confirmed, with a twinkle in his eyes, that it was foreseen for two people and if I had nobody to take with me, he would most gladly accept to come along with me. It reminded me of Filip as Frank wasn't beating around the bush either.
Just the invitation for coffee had been enough for Frank to risk the hundred kilometer drive to meet me. During the conversation I understood that he as well had been smitten by my voice. I had not enough self-esteem to admit I had a nice voice, even though Filip had told me the same thing. I thought it was a good diversion to use my new-found obsession about voice and so put a sudden halt to Frank's attempt of seducing me. As I said, Filip was now in my life and even though we were in the absolute early beginnings and that we hadn't even admitted we had mutual feelings, I certainly wasn't prepared to jeopardize anything for sex with a guy who was living far away and that I would probably not see again any time soon.
Yes, I had feelings for Filip and by the way he acted, I could positively think it was reciprocal. We had spent every night together, being it at my place or his. The problem I had right then was that it was Frank sitting in front of me and not Filip. Frank tried to emphasize something he said but putting his hand on mine on the table. I was suddenly overwhelmed by a flow of energy that went from Frank to me. I felt weird. It was such a strange feeling and I really felt in all parts of my body, from head to toe and from left to right. Frank must have felt something similar as he gazed at me with a quizzical look. To describe that feeling was hard. I really wanted to know what was going on, but I couldn't put a word (or words) on it. It was as if we were sitting there alone, that all around us had vanished. All the noises around us faded to less than a whisper. We were intensely looking at each other and what I could detect was a kind of hunger... for each other. I desperately tried to think about Filip as to come back to earth, but didn't succeed that well. I also tried to break the contact of our hands, but it was as if they were glued together.
Frank bent forward. My left hand was still covered by his right one. His left hand came up and he put it in my neck, pulling me forward till our lips met. I am not concerned about what people will think, but when the simple peck on the lips turned into a full open mouth kiss, I was a little worried. I am not the kind of guy to provoke situations and that kiss was really a show on its own. I knew I had to break that kiss, but was totally incapable of doing so. Our tongues were dancing together and I had my eyes closed as to concentrate on what I was feeling, not caring about our surroundings. I don't know how long that kiss lasted. What I know was that when we came back to our senses and our lips parted, there were quite a lot of stares in our directions. The silence around us was REAL. Time stood still. Nobody in that café was moving, just looking in our direction and probably wondering how daring we allowed ourselves to be. I suddenly had the urge to get out of the place. It was not out of shame that I wanted to get out. I just wanted to resume that kiss in a more intimate place and not being a total public display. I took a banknote out of my pocket, stood up and pulling Frank with me and exited the café.
We didn't exchange a word. I kept his hand in mine while walking to my place. I didn't want to lose the contact we had in our entwined fingers. We reached my apartment and as soon as we were in and the door closed, Frank attacked my mouth again. I couldn't resist even if I wanted to. It was an earth-shattering kiss, totally mind-blowing and I could feel Frank's hand being busy to undress me, starting immediately by opening my jeans and let his hand glide into them, grabbing my hard dick. At least his intentions were clear. We were still in the entrance hall of my place and Frank sank to his knees, getting my cock out of my jeans and putting it in his mouth without delay. I gasped for air! It was unbelievable what his tongue did to my manhood. It had been marvelous to have it in my mouth, but on my cock it was even better. I had my fair share of blow-jobs, but that was the best one I had ever received, although close enough to what Filip did to me.
As Frank was on his knees, he was close enough to pull off my Nike's and then have my jeans and underwear off of me. He quickly came back up and pulled my T-shirt over my head. I was standing there, completely naked and with a raging hard-on. Frank was still fully clothed, but not for a long time as he got naked before I even realized it. He was exactly as I had imagined him in my head, typical Arabic looks with darker skin and black fur on his chest and belly. His legs as well were really hairy. The difference with the image that I had of him, was that the hair on his body was not trimmed at all. The full busk of pubes accentuated even more his beautiful cock. When he was completely naked, it was my turn to drop to my knees and engulf his manhood in my mouth. It was warm and oozing a lot of precum. It was sweet and I enjoyed its taste. His spongy mushroom reached my throat as he entered and exited my mouth skillfully. He knew what he liked and was going for it, holding steady with his hands on my shoulders. I sucked him, trying to give him as much pleasure as he had given me. From the sounds he was making, it was obvious he enjoyed it.
In a moment of lucidity I thought I didn't want to take him to the bedroom and have sex with him where I made love with Filip. My intention was to drag Frank to the sofa, but we didn't reach it. We were almost fighting for sexual supremacy and doing so, we fell on the floor on the tick Oriental rug in the living room. That suited me fine as well as it was soft and welcoming. In our fall, I landed on my back and Frank straddled my chest, presenting his cock close to my lips. I didn't need a formal invitation and opened my mouth wide. I swallowed his cock while he was moaning quite loud, showing me his appreciation of what I was doing. His cock didn't live my mouth while Frank turned around and we ended in a frantic 69. That energy I had felt at the café was back, taking us to heaven and back several times. We didn't limit ourselves to suck cock. Frank and I mimicked each other's actions and soon I had his balls in my mouth, letting them roll over my tongue. Frank lavished my genitals with a lot of spit. It was marvelous and very satisfying sex although I suspected it was just the beginning.
Indeed, when frank turned around again and laid on top of me, we were kissing again, tasting our own cocks in the other's mouth. Frank sat upright, straddling my hips, rubbing his ass on my wet cock. He knew what he was doing. I could feel him spread his ass-cheeks with his hands and grabbing my cock with his buttocks. He was smearing the abundant spit and my oozing precum on his hole. Without even touching my cock, he got his rosebud on my cock-head. He wriggled a bit with his hips and then sat down, forcefully and really determined. I could feel my manhood disappear in him in one go, till he fully sat on it. It took my breath away. Frank was growling like an animal. My cock was deeply embedded in him and he stayed still for a few moments. His ass had to adjust to the sudden invasion he had caused himself.
His ass was a furnace and I knew it wouldn't take me long to reach an orgasm. Frank slowly started to sit up and down on my rock-hard member. He must have getting used to my cock up his ass as he increased speed little by little. I couldn't really move a lot as he was sitting on me, but nonetheless I tried to meet his thrusts, pushing my cock as deep as was possible. His cock bobbed up and down, slapping my belly. The sight of this Arabic God was a feast for the eyes. His elegant upper body moving swiftly up and down... his closed eyes and his open mouth... the pure expression of ecstasy on his face made it all worth admiring like a piece of art. He perfectly controlled his ass-muscles, squeezing them hard when his was in an upward movement with the clear intention of milking me out. Frank was going to get just that: a fountain of white cream filling his bowels and I was getting dangerously close to climax. I closed my eyes and imagined his light brown buttocks going up and down on my cock. The image was powerful and I felt my boiling seed running through my shaft to end up in an explosion in his ass while I was lifting my hips to reach far deep in it. When the last spurt of cum was in him, my muscles relaxed and I was once again flat on my back. I had thought that my orgasm would trigger his, but ti was not the case.
Frank lifted himself off of my cock, rapidly kneeled between my open legs that he lifted high in the air, pointing his magnificent organ right on my private entrance. He spit abundantly on his cock and my ass. I understood he was on the edge of orgasming. He quickly thrusted his cock in me. I was so relaxed that there was almost no pain at all. When I felt his pubes tickle my ass-cheeks, I knew he was completely in me. He didn't wait long to increase the strength and the speed of his thrusts. He was sweating profusely and the drops of sweat fell on my face. He bent down and kissed me passionately while he emptied his balls in me. I hooked my ankles at the lower part of his back. I hate it when someone pulls out immediately after cumming. He understood and stayed in me while trying to catch his breath. After quite a while, nature took over and his deflating cock left me. Nonetheless, we stayed still, romantically kissing each other. We just enjoyed the afterglow of great sex.
We showered together and once Frank was dry he surprised me, putting his clothes back on in a hurry. I was still naked when he kissed my goodbye and left my apartment with the same hurry he had shown while dressing. I was stunned. Not one comment had been said about what just happened. Yes, he had said goodbye as if it was an automatic answer. He showed no joy or pleasure about the great sex we had had. He disappeared like a thief in the night. I didn't know what to think. I thought we had had a good connection. I gathered my clothes and dressed. Try to explain why, but I felt almost dirty.
Apart form feeling dirty and quickly regretting what had happened, I felt guilty. I had literally cheated on Filip. It was not that we had a confirmed and committed relationship yes, nonetheless I felt super guilty. How had Frank gotten me to accept everything so easily, from the kiss in the café till a mind-blowing sex? What was that energy that had flown from him to me? Had that energy been reciprocal? What was it that I put my basic principles aside as soon as Frank had put his hand on mine? I had no answers to these questions. I didn't even understand myself. I was the first who didn't want to jeopardize what I had with Filip and nonetheless I just had wild sex on the rug in the middle of the living room. I had to tell Filip what had happened, taking the risk he would stand up and leave. I couldn't live with secrets and even less with lies. What I wanted with Filip was a long term relationship, based on Love, respect and Trust. The question was of course if Filip could trust me if I was going to have sex with a guy I almost didn't know. It was not Frank's fault, it was completely mine. I should have said no, point final. I didn't.
The hours till Filip came home became a hell. I had to find the proper way to tell Filip, but how? There is not a good way to tell someone you have feelings for and want in your life, you cheated on him. I was not proud of what I had done. I felt miserable and even more because I had loved every second of the sex I had had with Frank. There was so much contradiction between what I felt for Filip and the pleasure I had had with Frank, even if he acted weird when he left my place.
When Filip finally arrived, he immediately saw there was something wrong. Was I so transparent? I guess I was. I asked him to sit down and served us both a glass of wine. I had never been so nervous. I decided to play the honesty card, taking the risk of losing him. I asked him if he remembered how we met and what the reason was of our meeting. He remembered it indeed. I insisted for a moment on the two conversations I had had over the phone with Frank and Floren. I nodded his understanding. Then I told him how my day had gone, without leaving out the slightest detail. When I admitted I had had sex with Frank, I could clearly see the hurt on his face. I couldn't help it. I dropped on my knees in front of him, taking his hands in mine and apologizing over and over again. Although he had that hurt look on his face, he squeezed my hands tight and looked me straight in the eyes.
-Why are you apologizing Al?
-Because I don't want to lose you, I heard myself say.
-Why would you lose me? We haven't promised anything to each other so far, do we?
-No, that's right, but nonetheless... Since we met, we had such good times and I admit I start to have some stronger feelings for you...
-Ohhh... wait a minute! How long do we know each other? Two weeks? And you are telling me you are falling for me?
-I think I do. How would it be different, having the feeling I cheated on you?
-That's so sweet Al! Does that mean you want us to be exclusive, sexually seen?
-Would you mind?
Filip looked deep in thoughts suddenly. He was difficult to read at that moment. The smile on his face didn't disappear.
-I think we have to talk about that more seriously, don't you think?
-That depends on how you feel towards me...
-I guess it is no secret that we feel good with each other. These two weeks have been quite nice and extraordinary, I have to admit. For the first time in years I can't imagine sleeping without another man, and that man is you. About the sexual exclusivity... I don't have the need for somebody else. I am happy with what we have. I didn't even stand still at the idea. Honestly... I haven't had a chance to know how I would feel as there is no sex-buddy that presented himself since we know each other. I honestly can't say if I would have accepted to have sex with someone else. So, it is difficult for me to make up my mind or judge the situation...
Filip was flabbergasting me. He was so understanding, but above all honest. That made me feel even more guilty about what happened with Frank.
-Ok... let's say we decide to be exclusive. With what you told me, you don't even understand why you let yourself go with that guy. What will happen if you see him again? Will you be able to resist? Or would you prefer to keep the option open for us to have sex outside our relationship?
That was the key question of course. As I had not been able to resist Frank that day, would I be able to stop him in the future if he ever came back? The way he left, I doubted that he would come back, but then again, I never thought I would ever meet him and he did about a hundred kilometers just to see me. I sat on my heels, without letting Filip's hands go.
-You are right Filip. I don't know because even today I don't know what came over me. What I know is that when he kissed me at the café, I thought about you and I felt I was doing something wrong. I know we haven't promised each other anything, but I felt committed to you anyway. I don't know what kind of spell Frank had on me. What I do know is that it never happened to me before. The way he left, I am almost sure he will not come back and even if I don't know the reason why he left so abruptly, I don't think I want to know. My suspicion is that he is in a relationship as well and felt as guilty as I did. I am not a clairvoyant, but I think it was a one-time-thing.
I tried to gather my thoughts. I realized that with Filip I could honestly tell him whatever that was on my mind. That was the lesson of that day: we felt comfortable enough together to talk freely without being judged or condemned. A sudden peace came over me and Filip noticed it.
-You feel better now that you told me?
-Yes, and even more because you didn't run away. It confirms the feelings I have that get stronger by the day. I won't pronounce the L-word, but I know I am pretty close to it... You didn't tell me your true feelings...
Filip laughed.
-Yes, I did. Maybe it was not what you expected and therefor blocked it from entering your head. I feel very comfortable with you and I really want to see where we are going... together. I won't pronounce the L-word either, but just like you, I guess, I am pretty close to it. Would I surprise you when I tell you that you are on my mind most of the time although I have to concentrate on my work? In the same line of thoughts, have you been able to translate anything efficiently during the last two weeks?
Once again he was so right. I had found it difficult to concentrate and that was something that had never happened to me before. The concentration while translating was my strength.
-By the way, said Filip, I'm starving. What's on the menu tonight?
It was his way to tell me everything was ok. The only thing I told him was that whatever was on the menu, I would be the dessert.