What Is Love

This story contains scenes of explicit, adult, gay sex. It is simple, if you don't like that or it is illegal because of age, just don't read it.

Author's Note

I know that I am a romantic but I have been lucky and fulfilled in my life so I see that in others. None of my stories are autobiographical. I have a fertile, lusty imagination.

So far, I have enjoyed the many emails about my stories. Comments welcomed.

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If you like this story, you might want to read the others that I published on Nifty. In particular, Unexpected Change has had the most positive comments.

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What is love?

I was standing up facing the wall and he was thrusting into me with great elan and passion. I could feel it coming. It started in my groin and spread like wild fire up and out. I must have sprayed a litre of cum on the wall and the strands of cum were slowly moving down the wall. Obviously, my muscles clenched, he moaned and I could feel him get bigger and his rhythm changed as he filled the condom.

When he came out I felt empty physically and emotionally. I turned around attempting to make the best of it. I looked at his face, still in the dazed, afterglow of a huge climax and I looked down at his very slowly deflating cock.

With an ironic smile, I commented, "Will, good thing there was a condom. I'd be leaking for ages."

He looked down and smiled with a nod. "Yeah Dave, when I'm really turned on, I cum and cum. Thanks, it was great. You have a talented ass." He really hadn't sensed my mood. Maybe a good thing.

He went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean up. I was naked and my legs were slayed out on the couch. Why be bashful after the actions of the last hour? He came out and started to get dressed. "I guess I should leave. See you again another time?"

"Yeah, I have other assets that are fairly talented as well." I said moving my hips and cock up and down slightly. The look on his face said no not now. "Great, another time." I said as he left.

Oh Jack, how I miss you. Are you doing this with another man, somewhere, now? I hope it fills your needs. It doesn't mine.

Nine Months Earlier

I went into a crowded restaurant one night to get a quick supper. I was tired after a very long, hard day's work. After the humid, hot early August evening outside, it felt crisp and clean in the air conditioned air. The crisp table cloth, glistening silver and sparking goblets added to the comfortable feeling. I sighed with relief as I settled in for a quiet meal. I only relaxed for a minute when a man my age came up to my table.

"Sorry to be so forward but there are no tables even at this hour and I really need to eat. Hard long day at work."

"Join the club. If we are in the same club, you might as join our table." We both grinned at each other.

"Jack Donovan," he said as he put out his hand to shake mine.

"Dave Vincent, a fellow club member."

We were both tired but the food and company woke us up for a time and we chatted during the meal. We each only suppressed a couple of yawns. On my last one, I managed to acknowledge it by saying that it was, honestly, not the company. We found that we both worked close by and that being upwardly mobile we tended to work long hours. We shared a lot in common and it had been a lucky chance meeting that had been very sympatico. We enjoyed our unexpected time together. We exchanged phone numbers and agreed to get together on Friday night for a meal at a local pub; we hoped to be less tired. On my way home, I ran over in my mind how much chance plays in our lives. Little did I know.

I looked forward to Friday night and even dressed up slightly for our meal. As Jack approached the table, I realized how attractive he was. Over six feet, nicely built and good looking in a clean cut way of a man in his early 30s. He was obviously in shape as I was. He had nicely cut auburn hair and hazel eyes. I hoped that he saw me in much the same way.

The greetings were cordial. As the evening progressed, I told him of some of the cases I was working on as a young lawyer in a big firm. Interesting but not earth shattering. He recounted some of his encounters with clients of his small software firm. He had a programming background but was often a project manager and was responsible for client contacts. He had a wicked, sharp, sense of humour and a wonderful way of telling stories. As he said, in a small firm, you had to be flexible and ambidextrous. It turned out that he was a cyclist and spent a lot of time with friends on his bicycle. That was a shared passion. We liked film, cards, video games and dancing. I liked classical music and he said that he had just never gotten involved but he mentioned several popular classical selections that he had heard and liked. It turned out that we both liked jazz. We played a game of pool and he beat me but it was close. The evening passed very quickly and enjoyably. He invited me to join him and some friends for a bike ride in the woods on Sunday.

What a great time we had on Sunday. His friends were boisterous and raunchy. My kind of guys. By the end of the ride we were sweaty and thirsty. We ended up at a pub in the early afternoon and ate and drank until well into the supper hour. The guys finally said that they had to go and we left.

"Nice guys." I said as I drove Jack back to his car and loaded his bike into it. "Thanks so much for the invitation. I really enjoyed the entire day. Too bad it has to end."

"Dave, I too have enjoyed it. We must get to together again soon."

Plans were made. Over the next month and a half we started to see each other once in while and slowly more and more often. We saw some good cinema, went to a jazz concert, had pub nights with his and my friends. One day after work, about a month and half after we had met, we had supper together. We had gotten to know each other quite well and were very relaxed with each other. The conversation became more and more personal. We talked about family. His father in particular, disapproved of his single life style and his father was a bigot. Luckily, they lived several hundred kilometres away in a small town. There were the odd phone calls to his mother but that was all. My family was quite close but they lived in Quebec about 300 kilometres from me and we saw each other on special occasions and some holidays. I finally commented that he didn't seem to have time for a girlfriend. A funny look came over his face. I wondered if I had asked the wrong question.

"I gave up on women, Dave. I just found them too clingy and demanding. Oh the sex was OK but I just couldn't manage the rest. Truthfully, I found other outlets."

I gave a curious look that asked for more explanation.

"Dave, this might end our getting together. I don't want that kind of commitment and I find men better suited than women." He paused and looked at my startled face with my mug of beer stalled half way to my mouth. "Wow, Dave that is a classic reaction." He laughed and realizing how I looked, I took a drink and then started to laugh myself.

"No offence, Jack. You just took me by surprise. This won't end our getting together."

"Don't tell me we share something else as well."

"Not as such. I broke up with a women a couple of months ago for exactly the reasons you mentioned. I have just never found the right one. And just for the record, I have had a few experiences with men back in University. I was curious."

"And???" He said with anticipation, wanting more details.

"What can I say? I enjoyed it. Hell a good orgasm is a good orgasm. Men do know what men like. But I figured that I was basically heterosexual and carried on with women. I guess I just found it easier to follow the mainstream.

"OK, test time, just for fun. If I told you that I was horny and asked you back to my place tonight, what would be your reaction? I do find you attractive."

"OK, let's start there. I find you attractive. I haven't had sex for a little while. I have done it before with men." I paused searching his face; he gave me a look that meant now was passing or failing time. Strangely, I found my libido firing up. I could feel my groin begin to tingle and expand. "If I told you that I feel turned on right now and that I would give it a try. Would that be a passing answer?"

"Let's go. I never thought that this evening would end like this."

"Don't count your chickens yet. Who knows I may not know what to do or I might not react as I did in the past."

"One," he said with a devilish grin, "I can show you exactly what to do. Secondly, I'll take my chances. If it doesn't work, it doesn't work. Nothing ventured; nothing gained." He finished with another chuckle and a come hither look. "Let's give it a try." It was said with every innuendo he could muster. My groin reacted again. He actually gave my butt a pat as we left the restaurant.

I was surprised that the trip to his place was filled with fun and laughter. There was no tension or awkwardness. However, my mind was all over the place with anticipation and apprehension.

Jack slipped into the ultimate host role when we entered. He took my jacket showed me around his condo. He asked if I wanted a drink or anything. There was no pressure. I took control, sat down on the couch and beckoned him to sit beside me. I put one arm over his shoulder and the other on his leg.

"You know, it is coming back to me." I grinned at his look of surprise and acceptance of my advances.

"Do you kiss on first date?"

I answered by turning and looking at him in the eyes. I leaned in and touched my lips to his. He opened his lips and our tongues gently touched and then probed. Obviously, kissing was a total turn on for both of us. Things escalated quickly. He took the initiative and before I knew it, my shirt was off and his hands were lightly in the hair of my chest and his fingers were flicking my nipples. I moaned my appreciation. I went a little further when I had his chest bare; my tongue was circling his nipples and then I gently bit each nipple until he was shuddering and moaning.

"You don't play fair."

"I told you that I know what a man likes. Some men, some women like their nipples worked; it is obvious that you and I do. So what's not fair? Are not enjoying this? You could have fooled me. Enjoy it." And enjoy it he did.

After a few minutes of mutual torture, he stopped and looked at me with a sly grin. "I don't know about you but my pants have become quite uncomfortable."

Again I took the lead. I stood and put my hands out to pull him up. When he was standing, I cupped is groin with my hands. I looked at him seriously and said with great sincerity, "I think that I have found the reason. You are swelling up badly but I think that I have the answer." I undid his belt and zipper and carefully peeled off his shorts and pants, leaving him naked and exposed with a very erect cock pointing upward and proud. "There, I think that I have found the cure for your problem. Is it good?"

He started to laugh and sputter. "Dave, how refreshing to find a man with initiative and humour. Come here!" As he kissed me again, he gave me the cure.

Before I could respond or act he slid down onto his knees, kissing and licking my chest and stomach as he went. His next touch of his tongue was to the tip of my very engorged cock. Then his tongue circled the head and finally, after a minute of torture, the tip was in his mouth being licked and sucked. I was in total lust.

But after a minute or two of this, I drew away. "Jack, this has to be shared. Let's go somewhere more comfortable." We ended up of course on his bed, in a traditional 69. I remember hands all over my body and mine all over his. I remember pulling the hairs on his leg and have him doing it back to me. Hands roamed over our butts as we sucked each other in and out. He deep throated me; that was something I had never mastered so I took him as far as I could and used my tongue, mouth and hand to give him as much pleasure as possible. Finally, he called out that he was close; so was I. We had been close before but we had backed off. Both of us let the other know that this was it. I sucked until he pulled out and I took him over with my hand. Wow the man was turned on. He shot a huge quantity over my neck and chest. I followed a minute later with even more volume and probably even a louder vocal outburst.

When we caught our breath, he was the first to speak. He looked at me with a look of wonder and pleasure. "You, sir, are a man of many surprises and talents. To think that I have been going around with you all this time and had no idea that there was a volcano of passion beside me all the time. Dave you have taken my breath away." As he spoke, he was massaging his cum into my skin. I was on the verge of getting hard again.

"Jack, I'll be honest. I haven't had an experience like this for years. You brought out the best in me and by the way, you are a fantastic partner."

I stayed the night and we repeated the performance again the next morning before going to work. We agreed to meet at the pub on Friday night with my friends. This was new experience for me. I was looking forward to meeting a man again who had really turned me on. I wondered if it was just a one time experience or would Jack want to repeat it?

We had a great Friday night. We drank, talked and played pool. Jack and I just naturally formed partners and won quite a few games. As we left, I asked him if he wanted to come back for a night cap. He jokingly asked if I had designs on him. I replied only if the subject was willing. It turned out that both of us were more than willing. When we finished the first time, he lay on top of me mixing our semen together as he gently kissed me.

Breakfast the next morning was another unexpected event. The conversation got quite detailed. He had never had unprotected sex for a number of years and was tested regularly; his last test was month ago and he was going to be tested again. I admitted to one unprotected sexual encounter a year and half ago with a woman and had been tested regularly as well and would be tested next week as well.

We started doing a lot together and settled into a comfortable rhythm We both received our tests back on a Friday a week later. We had a great morning bicycle outing with his friends on Saturday morning and afternoon. I noticed that Jack was edgy and tense. We got back to his place on Saturday afternoon and opened a beer. I told him my observation.

"Dave, do you ever get so sexually frustrated that your body is on edge." I just looked at him with a smile. "You looked so damn sexy today that I could hardly refrain myself from attacking you. I bicycled behind you and I saw your muscles working and your butt was just so goddamn sexy I wanted to touch it. That is what is wrong with me."

I stood up and started a strip tease of my clothes, starting with my neckerchief, my shirt until I was naked in front of him. By the time I was finished I was as hard as I had ever been in my life. I was starting to leak. Jack stood up slowly and walked over to me and flicked a nipple. He then took my cock which was like an iron rod and gently pulled me over to the couch where he sat down .

"Dave, I want you with your sweat and all." He pulled me over until my cock was in his mouth and my knees were on the couch and my hands on the back of it. He sucked me as I have never been sucked before. His fingers were all over my butt and when one of them circled my opening I gasped. He released me and put one finger in his mouth. Started sucking again while he gently put the finger in my hole. In one minute I cried out that I was going to cum. He sucked harder and I blasted into his mouth. When I stopped, he released me, grabbed my head and kissed me, sharing my cum with me.

I stood him up and undressed him. I teased him. I pulled hair on his legs. I sucked his balls. I used fingers on his hole but never once touched his cock. When he tried to touch himself, I hit his hands away. He knew what I was doing but cursed and swore at me and I just chuckled. When I finally took him in my mouth I think I heard the words about time you bastard. As I took him in my mouth a wet finger went in his ass. In about two minutes a huge load was in my mouth and I was sharing it with him.

"You are a fucking, incredible bastard."

"Ah, compliments compliments. But that was not fucking." He laughed.

I stayed the night and we repeated the previous days event around his place in several rooms.

For a month and more we were close. I came to rely on his friendship and time. We didn't live together but we did most things together. That was probably the start of it. I became too close. I noticed around the end of our first month together, that Jack was becoming a little distant. It was hard to put it into actual words or events. I just had a feeling. He started to do things by himself always with a good excuse. I saw a little less of his friends, always for a good reason. Sex seemed less charged and less frequent. I put it down to familiarity, a little of the original passion was dissipating. I even wondered one day when he dropped by late if I smelled an unfamiliar aftershave. No it was just his, a little old, late in the day. He became sharp the odd time without his trademark smile. I pondered and pondered. I finally decided that we had to talk.

One evening when he was over he seemed almost distracted. "Jack, I think that we should talk."

"I agree."

I felt a stab of pain. It was real. "There is something bothering you. I couldn't quite put my finger on it for the longest while but I think that I have an idea now. These are my observations and it is not a criticism so please hear me out. You have been distant and you are doing less and less with me, always for a good reason. I see less of your friends. You are quite often busy when I make suggestions. Tonight you seem distracted, almost as if you want to be somewhere else." He was about to interrupt. "Give me a minute more. I think that while we are, or were, very sympatico there may be a fundamental difference between us. I don't mean that I am right or you are wrong. We may just have different goals or expectations. I suspect you are feeling now about me the way you explained very early on how you felt about women. If so...."

"I feel like a shit. You are so goddamn perceptive. I am feeling boxed in, enclosed. Why do you have to be so bloody reasonable? This would be so much easier if we had a big blow out."

"It's trite but life is not easy and I don't want a big blow out, especially not with you. I am not happy with the way things are and neither are you. So...." I felt that I had to leave the final decision to him.

"I guess that I have to step away for a while and reflect."

"Jack you have come to mean a lot to me but we have to share the same basic goals. You are right. Go hence and reflect." I tried to lighten it but I was just hanging on. I refused to let him see the depth of my feelings.

He slowly got to his feet and for the first time, there was an awkwardness between us. What a horrible way to leave it but at least we could each get on with life as we wanted it. There was a little more talk but he left without a kiss or hug. No warmth. I was devastated. And so started the sluttiest time of my life. Men, women, it didn't matter. Will was just my latest. Luckily it did not involve alcohol, drugs or my work and all the sex was totally safe sex.

Present Time Work was going great. I had a promotion. I had loosened up and could have sex whenever I wanted it, men or women but like the night a few days ago with Will, I felt empty and I knew why. I had come to accept this fact and would have to learn to live with it. Late one Saturday afternoon after a great morning on my bike with some friends my intercom rang. Life is full of surprises

"Dave, it's me. Can I come up? I hope that I am not interrupting anything."

"I'll send them down the back stairs. Come on up, Jack." That was a good sign I could still joke with him. I threw on a better t shirt, straightened the place up a bit and prepared to play the perfect host.

"Come on in. It has been a little while." Yes 6 months was a little while, the master of understatement.

"Too long, Dave."

I ignored his comment and asked if he wanted a beer. I even had a selection; the perfect host. We chatted and caught up on 6 months of our individual lives apart. The telephone rang.

"Hi, Will." I paused and listened. "Hold on for a sec." With my hand over the telephone, I looked at Jack and asked him if I was busy tonight. He indicated possibly. "Sorry, Will I am tied up tonight. I'll be in touch. Talk to you later."

"Is that Will Thompson?" I nodded yes. "Prime stud."

I ignored the comment. I wasn't going to make this easy for him. "So, I am busy tonight. What am I doing?"

"Would you go out for supper with me?"

A question and a request not a done deal in his mind. "How about the pub? Some food and then I can beat your ass at pool."

"Let's go and your on."

After a good supper and a close game of pool in which I did beat his ass, we sat down for a last beer.

Jack looked at me and seemed to be weighing his options. "Dave, I have missed this."

"You've missed being beaten at pool. Shit, I can fix that up. Let's set a weekly schedule." I smiled at him but in the mind I was thinking, Jack, I don't know where this is going and I'm not going to make this easy for you. The jury is out as to how it will end.

"Smart ass. I have missed this kind of evening, with you." I just silently looked at him and willed the moisture in my eyes to stay where it was. I cocked my head to the side.

"Your not making this any easier are you?"

"Nope." There was a long pause as we looked at each other. I could sense that he was almost ready for flight. "OK, Jack, I'll help us both out a bit; I shall put myself out on the limb. I think that we are still very sympatico but there may be a fundamental difference between us. You captured my heart and took it with you 6 months ago. I think that I may be too much like the women that you described to me on that supper a long time ago. I've given it a lot of thought and have accepted our difference. Will is prime stud but he is not you. You have my heart. If that scares the hell out of you, then flee now."

I stopped and looked at him. I couldn't read his expression. He seemed speechless. So I continued. "There, I guess I have made it easier for you... and me. Maybe that is my last gift to you. By the way you are prime stud too." I smiled faintly, raised my eyebrows with a little shrug. I hoped it signalled affection, strength and resignation.

He finally found his words. "I always told you that you were a fucking bastard. You have messed with my head." He laughed a hearty laugh as he stared directly into my eyes with concern. "Messed with my head in a good way. For the last months, I have felt empty and lacking something, maybe we are not as fundamentally different as you think... or as I thought. Now it is your chance to run as fast as you can from the crazy man."

"I'm not running! But I am walking and going very slowly in what ever direction we decide on."

"So, no sex tonight?" He laughed and quickly added. "Keeping it light. Just joking. I know what you mean. Believe it or not I have reflected. I have had a lot of thoughtful nights alone." It was great to see that he could be light about it.

However, I decided to add a little acid. "That was a hell of a long reflection. Please don't let what happened last time happen again." I paused and looked directly into his eyes. "It did hurt. A lot!" Understatement but I did give him a weak smile.

He shrugged with a guilty look. "I am not quite as quick or perceptive about these things as you are. Where do we start?"

"I think that we have. I'm surprised. I enjoyed tonight."

We made plans for the rest of the week. When we got to the sidewalk, he leaned into me and kissed me. It was not exactly a chaste kiss. As we started to leave each other, he got a devilish look on his face and said, "Oh don't forget to phone Will."

"Yes, I guess I had better. It appears I am going to be quite busy at work and in my private life as well. I should let him know. He might like to make other plans. It shouldn't be hard for him. He is prime stud." I winked at him. He just shook his head in mock disgust. A good start.

I had an extra ticket to a jazz concert. We had supper together one night at the restaurant where it all had started. Friday night was wonderful with his friends at the pub. One of his friends quietly looked at me and said simply that this was the happiest they had seen Jack in months. He added not to let him go again. My friends greeted him on Saturday with a more ribald welcome. Jack smiled his biggest smile yet. They accepted him back. The repartee was fun and raucous.

The next week was similar. We went to a good art film and had a great discussion on the plot, actors and cinematography. I felt so comfortable and at ease that I was scared like hell.

The night of the film I asked him about something that I had seen. "I noticed that you had book with you last week. What were you reading?"

"Nothing very deep, just a British detective novel. Actually it is a series by Peter Robinson. He lives in Toronto now but all the books are set in Yorkshire. Not great literature but the Inspector Banks character is interesting and the crimes are usually well conceived and the detecting is believable. The series should be read in order and I am about in the middle. Interesting comments and insights on contemporary British society. This one is quite interesting. I'll give it to you when I am finished, with the warning that the characters and their lives progress through the series. Actually I should give you the previous one. It sets the scene and characters even better."

"I'd like to try it. I don't remember you being a reader."

"Helps pass the time."

We ended the week with his friends on Saturday on bicycles. This time, I watched his muscles and ass as he rode. I wanted to reach out and grab his legs and ass and kiss him. He and I met at my place for supper. I had made my decision. I had decided the risk was worth it. There was always Will or a Will if it didn't work out but I wanted to give it a chance. We would work the details out sooner rather than later.

We had a simple but elegant supper that I had prepared in advance, with an excellent bottle of wine.

"Are you wining and dining me for ulterior motives?" He asked after supper and a quick clean up. I turned him to face me and put my hand behind his head. The kiss was long and built slowly but it did build. We were both breathless at the end. I took his hand and led him to the couch. Our contact was slow and deliberate. As we kissed with tongues probing and then teeth biting lips gently, I unbuttoned his shirt and slowly ran my hand over his chest and nipples. I ruffled his chest hair, I pulled it gently and of course I slowly worked his nipples. At one point, I breathlessly told him that the answer to his question was yes. He looked at me with a question in his face.

"I have ulterior motives."

He stopped me, stood up and pulled me up. We kissed and he took my hand and led me to the bedroom. Still standing he undressed me and then he stood back and undressed himself very slowly while looking at me up and down as if he were remembering something from the past. I slowly turned around so that he could see all of me. The smile on his face brightened the entire room. He was already leaking and he looked wonderful. As we lay on the bed, the next few minutes were again slow and gentle. We were both so aroused that almost any touch, anywhere was electric. We licked and sucked each other over our entire bodies. His tongue circling my hole almost sent me over the top. I got up and came back with a condom and lube. We both knew that we both had a history in the time apart. He sat up and took the condom from me. He opened it, licked the head of my cock and rolled it on me. I looked at him with surprise. We had never done it this way before.

"Dave, we are starting again. It is going to be different. I desperately want you to take me." My eyes misted as I kissed him.

"Your choice of position."

As he lay on his back on the bed, raising his knees off the bed, he said. "I want to see your face and kiss you as you enter me. This is important to me, Dave. You will be my first."

"Jack you were my first, months ago." With a smile, I told him that I would make certain that he would never forget it. It was a promise not a threat. I climbed between his legs and my lubed fingers began to open him up. In the process, I massaged his prostate and he experienced one of a man's best kept secrets. When I judged him ready. I put my well lubed cock at his entrance.

"I'll only go in a bit so you can become used to me. You let me know when to continue." We kissed as I gently probed him for a minute and then gently went passed the first ring. I told him to relax and to try to not clench. His smile was almost a grimace while he said that I was goddamn big. I accepted the compliment with good grace and a kiss. He was breathing deeply. He finally put his hands on my ass and slowly pulled me in centimetre by centimetre. I paused when I felt my balls touch him.

After a few minutes of kissing, he hissed, "To be crude, Dave, fuck me!" I did slowly and gently at first. It was electric as I changed length of stroke and speed. "Dave, I now know what I have been missing." Somehow, I pulled almost all the way out leaned over and for a short time sucked the tip of his dripping cock. He shuddered and yelled with pleasure. I increased the tempo and he lightly used his hand on himself. Several minutes later he cried out and his muscles clenched as semen arched out of his cock. He swore loudly as he shot many shots of semen. His muscle spasms set me off and I started with shots of electricity through my entire body as I shot pulse after pulse of semen into him. I gather I was even louder than he. The kiss as I finished somehow seemed to seal a deal between us. I thought so until I saw the tears in Jack's eyes.

"Jack, did I hurt you? Are you OK?"

"Believe it or not I too can be sensitive and caring. They are tear of happiness and recognition of what I have missed these last months. And I don't mean it in the physical sense!!! Thank you Dave, I will always remember tonight."

I kissed his eyes and then his lips again and again. Please make this all reality and not some dream, flashed through my mind.

Jack broke the spell in a good way. He looked at me as I lay there with my cock still standing in the air with the semen bulging condom on. He looked at me with a mischievous grin as he looked at the condom, "You must have been saving that up for months."

I swatted him. "Don't be too cocksure of yourself!"

"Good play on words, my fine lover." he got up and pulled me up. We had a shower together and cleaned each other up. We had never done that before. We both had partial erections when we went back to bed.

"Let's sleep now and I have a condom for you to wear whenever we wake up," I informed Jack. We kissed good night. We woke early and Jack was as tender and slow as I had been with him. We were just as loud. I was just as messy and his condom was even fuller than mine.

Breakfast was interesting. It was almost a business negotiation except we were naked and when we touched each other we got semi stiff.

"Jack, we don't have to do everything together. Please don't let me make you feel boxed in."

"OK." He paused. "Where do you stand on monogamy?" He asked hesitantly.

"Is this a deal maker or breaker?"

"I have to know your feelings."

"I assume we are both going to be tested. To be honest, I prefer to keep sex to just you and me but if one of us strays, then it has to be really safe sex. No spur of the moment, crap excuses. No exchange of bodily fluids at all. If there is, we have to let the other know."

"You are wise beyond your years." He got a swat for that. "Agreed. We are on the same wavelength E.T. I just want sex between us. What about living arrangements?"

"For now and for the foreseeable future, you have your apartment; I have mine." That was said with some determination. "You can keep some supplies and clothes here if you want."

"Wow, you are tough and decisive. Oh, right you are a lawyer." He got another swat. This time on the bare ass. Unfortunately he enjoyed it and got a semi erection. "Do you love me?"

"What is love, smart ass? I think that is a loaded question at this point. Let's fill in the blanks as we go along."

"I am seeing a new and different side to Dave Vincent."

"I hope so! I made mistakes last time. Last item for today. I promise to try and raise issues as they arise no matter how difficult it may be."

"Thanks Dave. That is so considerate and courageous. You raised an issue last time and I walked out for 6 months."

"No, let's get this straight. There were unspoken assumptions on both our parts. Maybe we were different people then and we have grown. There was hurt but no blame. Time will tell if we have changed."

"I have one complaint right now. There has not been enough sex this weekend."

This time I fondled his ass and then sat down in the kitchen and sucked him until it felt as if I had a piece of hardwood in my mouth. When he came a few minutes later, I asked if that was better. He said no and he made me change positions. I exploded with a yell a few minutes later and he said that it was much better now but he would need more later. In fact, we stayed naked the entire day.

The weeks passed quickly with a certain rhythm. As autumn progressed, the bicycles were out less and we started to talk about hockey and skating. There were concerts and theatre. Jack developed a poker group for his office workers only and I had meetings that often lasted too long into the evenings. I had some classical concerts that I went to with friends. We ended up spending many nights alone. It was Jack who cracked first.

One morning in early November over coffee, he said, "This is a stupid waste." I thought that he was reading the newspaper.

"What?" I asked automatically.

"Each having an apartment is a waste." That got my attention. "We do enough apart, I miss not having you beside me when I wake up."

"You just want me there so you can have sex at night or the next morning. You horny bugger."

"Well there is that. I am horny and I do like buggery. You did swear me to eternal monogamy." I had just taken a mouthful of coffee and it ended up everywhere but in my mouth as I laughed hard. Jack was always full of surprises. "Seriously, Dave one of us could rent our condo and we could split the rent and save a bundle. More importantly, I actually like being with you." That stopped me dead.

"That is the nicest, let's move in together invitation, that I have ever heard. Humour, economics and so romantic." Again we both chuckled. "Let's sleep on it?"

"Did you say let's go back to bed?" We did.

We both reflected on it and by December we were getting ready to celebrate Christmas in our place. His had been smaller and mine was bigger and a little more upscale; so our place was my old place with some new furniture.

We had the two staffs over at the same time for a Christmas party which turned out to be fun but a cause of trouble. The party seemed to be a big success with lots of mixing and fun. Two days after the party Jack came home upset. It turned out that one of the members of staff had put one bedroom, one study and two men together into an unacceptable package. He turned out to be the closet homophobe. He had confronted Jack in the staff room in front of several people. I am sure that people from my staff had arrived at the same conclusion but there were several gays in the office and there was an acceptance by all. There was also a definite, firm policy in place against any discrimination.

We had a council of war over supper. He was not a member of Jack's immediate staff. He was a junior member of the company. Several of Jack's people had privately told Jack that the guy was a bully and they were appalled at the incident. Jack's boss had promised him that he would have a very strong word with the the guy. We outlined a series of actions and responses that Jack could take assuming that guy was a bully. We ended by deciding that Jack was bigger than him and that I was a lawyer and would sue his pants off. The council ended in laughter and love making. I wish all my meetings could end so wonderfully. In the end, it died a natural death.

We decided that, this year, I would go by myself to my parents for Christmas. I let my parents know that I had a roommate. I didn't fill them in on the sleeping arrangements; it didn't seem quite the right time for Jack and I to do that. I must have talked quite a bit about Jack because they wanted to meet this roommate.

We had a great New Years celebration again at our place with a mixture of our two groups of friends. There were same sex couples, hetero couples and singles and a smashing party. I would never have dreamed only a few months earlier that I would be kissing Jack in our place, on New Years Eve, surrounded by friends.

January passed in a flash with skating, makeup hockey, concerts and some films. I organized a poker night with a mixture of both our friends. It was raucous and fun. They did not miss the one bedroom, one study and two men scenario. It got quite raunchy. I had never seen Jack blush before. I told him he was so cute. My butt could still feel the sting the next day.

We were having a hockey skirmish in February. I don't really remember how it happened. One minute I was skating towards the guy with the puck. The next moment I was down on the ice waking up with Jack over me looking panicked, until he saw my eyes open. There was a lot of blood. All mine. The ambulance took me to the hospital and he followed in the car. Later, I heard voices from the front desk.

"Yes, Dave Vincent. He was brought in by ambulance a while ago. No, I am not a relative. We live together. Look, here is my address on my driver's licence; it is the same as his. OK... we are common law partners. I want to see him, now!" I finally got the attention of one of the ER nurses and told her the situation and that I wanted my partner with me.

"What are you grinning about?" Jack asked as he approached me. "Are you OK?"

"Glad to see my common law partner has finally been let into the ER." I gave him my warmest smile.

"I had to say something! I wanted to see you. I was worried." I held out my hand and he took it. I had a bad concussion and fairly deep skate blade cut on my head, hence all the blood. I had lots of stitches and I was sore but I would heal.

Again Jack took the initiative. A week later over coffee, he said, "Dave, you are a lawyer. I didn't like the position I was in at the hospital. I had no legal right to see you, to help you. Can you make that right?"

I explained the various powers of attorney available under Ontario law. "Do you really want to make all that legal."

"I want to protect us. I can revoke them when you throw me over for some stud, can't I?" I nodded yes as we both laughed. "I also want to make a will."

On the night after we had signed all the papers, mine and his, I sat down with Jack in our living room.

"Jack, many months ago you asked me a question, 'Was I in love with you'. I accused you of being a smart ass. Can I be a little soppy tonight? Will you indulge me?" He nodded yes. "Love is caring for someone beside yourself. You want what is good for them as well as yourself. Love is sharing things that you both enjoy. Love is letting the other be themselves and letting them make decisions that affect you. Love is letting the other grow strong and confident. Love is letting someone go when you know they are hurting because of you. Love is having the courage to come back when you have discovered new things about yourself. Love is outing yourself in a hospital so you can be with someone you care for. Love is signing papers that bind you closer to a person and makes you and them more dependent. Love can be about passionate things or just every day simple things. Love is sharing your body with someone and by giving them pleasure. Jack, I love you."

There were tears in both our eyes. Jack made the first move. The kiss started gently and built with passion. We stood and walked to the bedroom. We undressed each other. We stood apart and looked at each other. Auburn hair, hazel eyes that bored into mine, lovely full shoulders and chest, just enough hair on the chest to say male, a narrowing treasure trail that led done to a beautiful cock and hanging balls, beautiful hairy legs that said man and power. And a wonderful ass! We touched each others bodies lightly almost as if this was the first time that we had seen each other. It was erotic beyond belief.

"I want to be really clean. Let's take a shower together." Jack said as he led me to the bathroom. We cleaned each other thoroughly for all eventualities.

Our love making knew no bounds that night, except to give and receive love and pleasure. He cleaned my body again with his tongue. His tongue circled my hole and he pushed it in as far as he could. I could do nothing but move my body in rhythm to his tongue and moan. I licked and sucked his balls until he almost came. I love the hair on his thighs and it was licked and pulled. He squirmed. Our foreplay lasted a long time. At one point, we were kneeling facing each other as our hands roamed again over chest, nipples and small delicate circling of the head of our cocks.

"So," Jack asked with tenderness, "Top or bottom?"

"Both. You start in me and you stop in time so that I can be in you.. Who ever comes first lets the other finish in them right after."

"Yes, Director! A wonderful scenario."

As usual we kissed as he entered me slowly. I cried out as he increased his speed in and out and as he passed over my prostate. I manged to get my hands down between us so that I was lightly fingering his balls and cock. He finally asked me to stop because he was going to come. He came out and I was poised over him. Our engorged cocks touched each other as I stared into his eyes. Even that was erotic. He smiled willing me to enter him. He was tight and hot. I breathed heavily as the feeling was so exquisite as I plunged in and out for what seemed a long time. His hands roamed my ass and he managed somehow to get a finger inside me. I warned him. He didn't listen. I came with a roar and crying out in passion. I thought that it would never end.

"Your turn." I said.

"No I shall wait until you recuperate. Hold me tight and just use your hand and fingers to keep me hard." I tried to urge him on. He just gently put his hand over my mouth with a wonderful smile on his face. 15 minutes later I was hard and he was in me. He too came with a roar as he changed his rhythm and filled me.

We lay there looking at each other deciding that we did not want to clean up and that another round was coming. Jack said that it would be a shame to not use all that, all natural lube. Cost effective, I had added. I got swat on the ass. We drifted off to sleep and I woke to find Jack on his side staring at me, hard and ready to go. He turned me over and had me on my hands and knees. I could feel him at my entry.

"Dave, please look at me." As we were looking at each other, he entered me. As he was entering me, he looked at me and said, "Dave Vincent I love you." This time he was less gentle. There was less restrained passion. I figured out why he wanted to take me from behind. He not only fucked me hard and fast but his hands pinched my nipples and worked my cock. We came at almost the same time. It was a typical second cum: sensitive, painful and so damn exquisite that I yelled out completely enraptured. He managed to capture some of my semen and he fed it to me and himself.

Jack never ceases to amaze me. It was the next morning over coffee before going to work. "By the way you knew the answer to my question about loving me almost a year ago, didn't you?"

"Yes but it turns out I wisely kept it to myself until the right time."

"Yesterday, was that our honeymoon?" I gave him what is this about look. "Professions of love. The most incredible sex that I have ever had. A true bonding. You know Dave, we are now officially partners, in law and I know emotionally." I guess my jaw dropped open and my mouth moved but no words came out. He pointed at me and started to laugh. "I can still surprise you, that is a good thing. Are you going to run as fast you can?"

"Only if I am chasing you. Come here partner. You are something special. I am a lucky man. I have had an idea. Let's plan a trip this spring and make it a real honeymoon. Not that this one wasn't great!" I kissed him. It turned into more than a kiss. When we were finished, we had no clothes on and there was splatter over us and everywhere on the kitchen table. We needed another shower. We were both late for work. Honeymoons can be disconcerting; I spent the day in a wonderful daze.

February passed and I recovered from my brush with the skates but it was a great story that I dined out on a lot. It was a Saturday in mid March, the day of my birthday. Jack had invited me out for supper and I was looking forward to it. We spent a lazy day and in the early afternoon the intercom rang. It was my mother and father. Quick clean up of the apartment. The study door was closed and the bedroom hastily put together.

"Happy Birthday. I know that we are barging in but I just wanted to see you, see your apartment and meet the mysterious Jack." Mom was excited and Dad nodded agreement. "Please don't change your schedule."

"Come on in Mom and Dad." I paused. "Jack meet my parent, Shirley and Matt."

"Can I get you something to drink, tea, coffee, something stronger after the long drive?" Jack asked in his best host manner. He got what was requested: coffee for both and a scotch for Dad.

"Let's see your head. Oh, you can't even see the scar," Mom commented.

"But there are the scars left on me." Jack added with a smirk on his face. I wasn't sure what was coming. "Oh, Jack I am feeling queasy could you get me a little water? Oh, Jack my headache has come back, could you get me ibuprofen? Bandage needs changing, could you help?" He went on and he had us in stitches as "my requests" got more and more outlandish.

"Just like his father." Mom said. Dad just rolled his eyes and nodded.

At one point. Jack looked at me and mouthed supper? I gave him a thankful smile and nodded yes.

"Shirley and Matt, I would be really pleased and so would Dave, if you would join us for supper. I'll make reservations in a few minutes."

Dad protested as did Mom. Jack was his charming best and would not take no. We had some munchies and Mom came into the kitchen to help. I could hear Dad and Jack into hockey. Who was going to make the playoffs for the Stanley Cup, etc, etc. How Canadian, eh? We had a great afternoon. Jack phoned or least we thought he did and we all freshened up. "Bathroom down the hall. Last door on the left." Jack and I used the master bedroom facilities. I told him he was wonderful and that I would pay him back later; the kiss was a down payment.

We drove to a restaurant that I didn't know. It had dining and dancing. I didn't think too much about it as I was enjoying talking to Mom and Dad. It was a surprise, about 6 couples of our best friends. Mom and Dad were as blown away as I was. There was fun, laughter and lots of age jokes. We all had a little to drink; an understatement again. I checked with Jack and then went to my father.

"Dad I saw you looking at your watch. Please stay the night at the apartment?"

"We don't want to bother you."

"Dad you are 3 hours away from home. There is a bed for you. It is no bother."

"Oh, the couch in the study makes into a bed?" Dad smiled and cocked his head with a question in his eyes. There was a faint got you in his easy smile.

"You figured it out. You are not as dumb as I thought. Christmas, for personal reasons, was not the time to tell you and the winter flew by with the little mishap. Sorry, Dad."

"You know son, this was the perfect time. We have met your wonderful friends. Jack is a very special person. If it hadn't been for the study, one bedroom with the king size bed and two big men in the apartment. I think I might have guessed by the wonderful way you treat each other and look at each other. Go, I have watched him and he badly wants to dance with you."

My eyes almost popped out of my head with surprise. Luckily good sense was still there. "Mom?"

"I'm not sure; we have not talked."

I left Dad and went to Mom who was talking to Anne, the wife one of my best friends. "Sorry, girls. Mom can I talk for a minute." We moved over a bit. "Dad's agreed to stay the night at our place tonight. No it is not putting us out. This may be a surprise but I have ...." Mom held up her hand to stop me.

"No surprise. I love him and I know that we won't be putting him or you out of your usual bed. We'll talk later. Go, he wants to dance. Surprise him. He has gone to a lot work for you. You are very special to him."

I was almost speechless. I wished that everyone in my position could be so lucky. "That is exactly what Dad said." I finally stammered.

I went over to Jack. "Come on, let's dance!" I grabbed him and laughed at the deer caught in the headlights look. He stammered something about your parents. I had his hand, I shrugged and dragged him to the floor. It was even a slow dance. I felt him relax as I whispered that they knew.

The highlight of the evening was a few minutes later. Jack corralled everyone over to a table. He made sure everyone had a glass. "Great evening. It was great to have you all but the bonus is sitting over there. Shirley and Matt, you have made this really special for us. Partner, this is my way of saying thanks. This time last year I was floundering. You took me back and taught me things about myself that I had only vaguely seen. You have taught me about love and respect by giving it to me. You have brought joy to my life. Here is to you. Happy Birthday and many more with you."

There was nothing to say. I wouldn't have been able to say anything anyway. I got up and I kissed him. It was a kiss of love and commitment and it was not chaste. I think Mom and Dad had the biggest smiles of anyone. I saw Dad surreptitiously wipe a speck of dirt from his eye. It was Dad who got up and came over and gave me a hug and whispered that I was like him, a lucky man. Then he went over to Jack. He looked at him then enfolded him in the same hug as he gave me. We all heard him say, "Son, well done. Make each other joyful."

Jack still has regrets about his parents. After hearing about Jack's father's views on gays (fucking queers), abortion (every women who does that should be treated like killers are in the U.S., he actually got two issues there). Dad told Jack to try and keep up with his mother. It sounded as if his father was a bully and calls at the right time of day when his father would be absent, might help his mother. It turned out that Dad was correct but that is another story. Mom and Dad made it very clear that they now had another son. We took our "honeymoon" to Europe and had adventures that could fill volumes.

Not everyone is as lucky as us. What often surprised me was that I had no qualms about my sexual orientation. It never really mattered. I had experienced both and really the difference was Jack. He was my soul mate; he really did take my heart.