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It had been a tough week but an exciting one as well. He had been working undercover. OK, that sounds much more dramatic and exciting than reality. James Bond, he was not. He was on a short term contract with a local firm, trolling through their accounts, when he got the chance, looking for irregularities. He had found them. As he put things together during the week, he had written and documented a report to his boss in his accounting firm. He agreed with his findings. Fraud, significant in size for a small firm. He would have to be in the office with him for parts of the weekend to document and finalize his report to the owners on Monday.
Right now he was looking forward to getting out dancing with Tim. Maybe he could just get the case out of his head for tonight at least. He had kept strange hours all week and kept assuring Tim that Friday night would be different. He had even mentioned it that morning at breakfast with definite times to meet. Tim had been a bit distant but he put that down to his own stress levels. He had to get this assignment right. As he came into the living room after work, he noticed the answering machine blinking.
"Hi Michael, some of the guys at work are going out tonight and asked me to tag along. I'll be home later. See you then." Shit, had he not been listening? He really needed him and a time out tonight. Maybe he had been a little upset by his lack of attention this week but still. He suddenly wasn't all that hungry but he made a bite to eat and forced himself to eat it. Then he decided to check his personal emails. Maybe Tim had sent him something after the phone message. He often brought a computer home from work but they both used his home computer for all their personal uses.
The computer screen opened at Tim's email account. He had been distracted and forgotten to close it. Michael must have given a quick glance at the screen because his eye caught the title, 'Hey, Stud'. Cute. He had left it for him to find. He read it. Shit, not cute. His stomach felt as if someone had punched him.
Hey Stud
I like your suggestion. I would like to feel your big cock in me again and again. I'll just tell him that the guys from work are going out tonight and I'll be home later. I'm already boning up! See you after work. Twitching already. Can you feel me tightening around the head of your cock as you go in? Maybe we shall have time for a couple of rounds.
Tim
Him! He didn't even have a name. What the hell was this? A couple of rounds. It sounded like a game of what? Sex pool? His forensic accountant's mind took over and he printed the email. Then his less rational self brought on the tears. His mind processed so many thoughts in a very few minutes. He had put down their less than average sex life for the past week to himself, busy and absorbed at work. He had noticed that Tim was a little distant and not as affectionate. Had this been going on for a long time?
He thought to himself that he shouldn't look over Tim's email account. His undercover self asserted itself. Tim was fucking someone else behind his back, with relish. He quickly found emails to the Stud going back to their first meeting 3 1/2 weeks ago, each explicit. Then he found a trail of short liaisons with other guys back over several months. Good lord, had Tim taken precautions? He and Tim had done away with condoms after tests 4 months ago.
He knew that he and Tim were different. Tim was almost too good looking, with a nice body as well. He was charming and outgoing, always ready for a party, dancing, a night out drinking. Michael realized that he was more reserved, liked classical music and reading. He had a more internal life but he had felt that the two of them complimented each other's personalities. Even sexually, they were different but it again seemed to bring something good out in both of them. He knew that he was not as spectacular looking as Tim but he also knew that guys found him attractive. Obviously not enough for Tim. Michael realized that he was feeling abandoned, cheated, lied to but then he started blaming himself and his weaknesses. He needed to talk, to be with someone. He phoned Jason one of his best friends from University. Jason was married but had no problems with his sexual orientation. In fact, they often went out with each other's friends.
They talked for a minute. "Michael, you sound upset. Everything OK?"
"Not really."
"Come on over. The kids will be in bed soon and Sue is going out with friends tonight to a movie. Chick flick."
When he arrived, he talked to the kids for a while and caught up on their school and social life. He was almost an uncle to them.
"Is this about Tim?" Michael nodded yes. "Damn, I think that I may have something to tell you." Michael nodded to go ahead. Jason looked as if he were trying to figure out what to say. "I heard a rumour late this week that Tim has been seen with a guy, Eric. One of my friends said that they looked like more than friends."
Michael shook his head in dismay. He explained the email he had found, not quoting the exact words as they were just too tough to share. He let loose with all the turmoil in his mind.
"Michael, stop. You are not to blame. You know that there are some people that just need novelty. Some guys don't grow up in our society. You are one of the finest people that I know." He paused looking at Michael. A smile started to cross his face. "If I were gay, I would be after you in a minute. You have it all."
"Obviously, not for Tim."
"Obviously." They paused looking at each other. "Michael, I can't tell you what to do. But I can outline issues with some questions." He paused with Michael finally nodding to go ahead. "How do you feel about Tim now? What is your trust level? Do you want to forget this, to give him another chance? Do you want him out of your life so that you can start the tough job of rebuilding? Can you forget and forgive? Do you want to? Are you going to confront him? How and when? Are you prepared for what he might say. I know that this is blow to your self confidence. But remember for Tim the best defence will be an offence and I know Tim well enough to know that will be his tactic. It may not be pretty. He is not a subtle person."
"Believe me his emails tell me that. I have now seen him in action."
They talked a while longer. "Jason, you have no idea how much this has helped. Do you mind if I go? I know some of the guys are going to the club tonight and I feel like I need some noise and a drink. Thanks buddy."
Jason gave him a big hug as he left. He felt badly leaving so soon but he needed space and distractions. A plan was unfolding in his mind. He went to the club and had one drink. He wanted a clear head. He danced and joked as much as he could with the guys. He gave them a brief sketch of the story; they too had seen that he was upset. He arrived home at 11, no Tim. He had decided that tonight was the night. He didn't want to have to fend off possible physical intimacy with phony excuses. He wanted it on the table and he would decide as they discussed the issue exactly how it would go. He was trying to read when Tim arrived at 11:50.
"Michael, you didn't have to wait up."
"How was your evening with the guys?"
"Good." That came out so easily. Great sincerity in his voice.
"Where did you go? Sounded great, spur of the moment. I was sort of looking forward to a night at the club with you."
"Oh just the pub near work. Sorry, hope you are not upset." A smooth lie.
As Tim had passed him, he could smell a distinctive cologne that was not Tim's. His stomach churned. He decided that it really was time. "Nice cologne you are wearing. Haven't smelt that one before. What is it?"
There was look of caution that crossed Tim's face. "Must have brushed up against someone." He was good at the ad lib.
He saw his opening. "Oh, someone like the Stud?" There was total silence in the room. Tim had a momentary startled look and was at a loss for words. Michael waited and let the silence stretch. "You forgot to close down your email. At first, I thought it was a cute message for me but then ... I felt as if someone had punched me in the stomach."
"It was one a time thing." Another lie, they were starting to add up.
"Oh, one time, you wanted it again ... and again. Anything else you want to tell me?"
"How do I know that I left my email open? Maybe Mr. Forensic just went through the computer."
"Stop. A good offence is the best defence. Right Tim?" He suddenly felt that he should just let out some of his anger. "You are the one who is out fucking behind my back, lying to me. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel? Shit, I thought that we were partners and could trust each other."
"Oh don't get all girly with me. You have looked through my emails so don't get high and mighty with me." He said it with a sneer and total lack of care.
He hadn't listened to a word he had said. He didn't care and that made up Michael's mind. Michael went into the bedroom and brought out the sheets, blankets, pillow and Tim's night clothes. "You can sleep there, pointing at the couch or make arrangements with the Stud for all I care at this point."
"I live here too."
That comment caused anger to flash through him. It was all about himself. There was no remorse, no caring. Did he really expect to a share a bed with him tonight?
As he walked into the bedroom and started to shut the door, "For now, you live here. We can discuss that tomorrow. Is that too god damn girly for you?" The look of astonishment was almost worth it. Tim tried to talk. Michael silenced him, "Tim, you have said and done quite enough for this day. By the way, I hope that his big cock was worth it." He shut the door to the bedroom, none to softly and put a shim under it so that it could not be opened. He had already put the computer in the bedroom. Tears of frustration and betrayal stained his cheeks.
A few minutes later, he heard Tim going in and out of the bathroom and then a quiet talk on his cell phone. He only heard snippets of the conversation; it appeared that it was all Michael's fault. Then he heard the front door open and shut. Somehow, that did indeed settle it for Michael. There would be no going back for him.
He tossed and turned but when he finally slept, he had a surprisingly good sleep. During breakfast he phoned the alarm company and reset all the verbal codes and then he reset the codes on the entry pad. When he left later in the morning, he left a note on the door telling Tim what he had done and told him to phone if he wanted things from the condo. Michael took the computer and all the electronics with him to the office.
He actually managed to get a lot of work done and he only had random thoughts about his situation. That ended with an angry call from Tim at 2 p.m.
"What the hell are you playing at?"
"I told you last night that we would discuss things today. I had to go out. I just wanted to make sure that there would be a discussion." He really emphasized the last words. Even he was surprised at how calm he felt and how calmly he reacted. "When do you want to meet?"
"Well, I am at the condo, right now." Tim's tone was that he was being put out. He was there and therefore so should Michael.
"Well, I am not!" He paused to let his anger dissipate, "But I'll finish up what I am doing and I'll be there in 30 minutes." He hung up and when the phone rang again he checked the number and turned his phone off.
By the time he arrived in 40 minutes, Tim was angry. "I still live here!"
Yet again anger surged through him. He clenched his teeth and narrowed his eyes. In a low voice so that no one else could hear him in the hallway, "Let's get some things straight. I own the condo. You don't have a lease. You haven't paid this month's and only part of last month's rent. Believe me, it is not going to be a pleasant place to be. To say nothing of uncomfortable, you sure as hell wouldn't be in my bedroom. You didn't like the idea of the couch last night. I guess the Stud's bed was more comfortable." They moved inside. He made certain that Tim would not see the new code.
"Come on Michael I fucked up. You can understand that can't you?" His wheedling voice just annoyed Michael more.
"You fucked up all right. You cheated and you lied. It was not a one time thing; it has been going on for months. Yes, I read your other emails. My computer remember? A question Tim. Did you use condoms all the times you fucked around?" There was just a slight pause and look that Michael caught. "You, stupid bastard! I was asked some very good questions by a friend last night. They made me think. Bottom line is that I don't trust you and I want to start anew without you."
"Fucking Jason."
"My, you do have, fucking, on your mind. Jason is quite straight; I tried in University." Michael smiled to himself; he could still manage some humour, good sign. Shaking his head and in a voice of resignation, "Just take what you need and go. I don't want you here. I don't trust you. End of issue." Again in the same tone, "I realize that I have just been, literally, your fucking ... convenience for the last month and more. Well, until something more exciting came along." Michael just stared at him. Little did Tim know how much that had hurt him to admit, even to himself but now, he didn't care.
"Come on Michael. Remember the good times. We have a lot of memories, you and me! We can make it work." He tried to give him his bedroom eyes.
Michael laughed. "You can be a charmer but you know what? For me now, your charm is like silver plate; it wears off after a while, certainly not sterling. Yeah, Tim, you were a good lay. I learned a lot to take with me. But it appears that you have the sex drive of an alley cat and the morals to go with it. I don't know what I want exactly but I know that I don't want what you are prepared to give." Michael had never talked like this in his life. Someone looking in would ask where the real Michael had gone.
With anger and bad grace, Tim stormed through the condo. Can I borrow your duffel bag? I'll bring it back or do I have to leave a deposit?
"If you think you have to ...." Michael shrugged. Michael set up his computer to continue his work at the office. Luckily it didn't require a lot of thought. He had a meeting with his boss tomorrow and he had to get the file to his home computer this afternoon. Tim announced that he was ready to go. "Tim, there are bigger things around here that are yours or partly yours. Send me an email with some dates and we can sit down here or at the pub and draw up a list of what is what. I'm busy tomorrow and a lot on my plate on Monday. I think that the iPod dock and music system is yours. Take it now if you want. You used it more than I did.
"There, you see you do care."
"Don't, Tim! I am just being fair."
Tim left with the music system and most of his personal items. He pushed aside some of his thoughts and questions and immersed himself in his report and had it sent to his boss by 4 p.m. Then it was supper and clean up time. The guys had heard some of the story the night before and insisted that they meet at one of the clubs downtown. Michael had already decided how this evening was going to end.
He arrived at the club at 9 p.m. It was noisy, crowded and boisterous. It was what he needed. The guys had him on the floor almost immediately. He broke away a couple of times and had dances with guys who asked him or ones that interested him. He went to the bar about 11 to get a refill. He was standing beside a guy about his height, 6 feet, a little younger than him but Michael was young looking for his 31 years. They guy turned to him and they started to chat. The guy finally looked at him, "Well, I guess you will be wanting to get back to your friends I saw you with."
"You noticed." He paused and decided that he would step out of his usual comfort zone. "I am actually alone, just with some friends who are all attached."
The guy cocked his head, "I guess we should introduce ourselves, I'm Jack. Would you like to dance? "
"Michael. Yeah, that would be great."
Jack was a good dancer. It felt good. The music turned slow. Michael was getting unspoken messages from Jack but Jack turned to leave for the slow dance, Michael looked at him and held out his arms to dance. Jack smiled and they came together. Michael figured the guy must have felt his erection; he knew that he had felt Jack's.
It had been a long time since Michael felt so bold and forward. "You seemed to be enjoying the slow dance."
"I could feel, that you were." Jack had a little smile on his face.
Michael decided to take the leap. "Want to see if there is anything else that we might enjoy tonight.?"
"Your place or mine?"
"Jack come on back to my place. Can we set some parameters now?" Jacked nodded yes with a smile of appreciation. "Whatever we do is safe. I have supplies. Just so we know, top or bottom?"
"I have been told that I am very versatile. You."
"So am I but tonight I am a top. It's a bit of story."
"From what I felt in that last dance, it will be my pleasure." It was said in such a way that Michael felt a twitch in his enlarging cock. He really was horny. Jack continued, "Oh, by the way I have to leave this evening. I cannot stay."
Michael want to yell, 'yes that is exactly what I want'. Instead, he said quietly, "Understood."
"Nice place." He took his coat and they took off their shoes.
"Want a drink or anything?
Jack tilted his head, "There is something I want but it is not a drink. I have been told that I am a good kisser." Michael smiled and pulled him in close.
The kiss was erotic and by the end of it, both shirts were off. For Michael this was a new situation. This was for sexual release and pleasure, nothing else but he also knew, that in fairness, Jack wanted the same thing. Those were the ground rules for him, pleasure for both. Michael wanted to dominate; he almost needed it but he could not go over the top.
"You ARE a great kisser." As he said it, Michael stepped back and undid Jack's belt and his zipper. Very quickly his pants and shorts were on the floor. He started the kiss again, invaded his mouth with his tongue and ended up biting Jack's upper lip. Jack shivered. Michael smiled to himself; the ground rules were working. He took Jack's cock in his hand and lightly fingered it and then slipped his entire hand around him and started to move up and down. As there was no lube, he did it lightly. He noticed little gasps from Jack.
"No fair you are still dressed!"
"We can change that in a second." He moved Jack to his bedroom and made him sit on the bed. He stood in front of Jack and slowly undressed. He was as hard as he had been in a long time and wanted Jack badly. Before Jack could move, Michael pushed him onto his back and laid on top of him again kissing him hard. He pushed himself up on his arms and bent over and sucked Jack's nipples and bit them.
"Oh, shit, Michael."
It became no holds barred; they scratched each other; they bit; they pulled hair. They became more frantic.
"Michael, you said that you wanted to top. Go."
Michael got the condom and lube and gave them to Jack. Jack put a bit of lube on the head and then slowly rolled the condom down the length of his cock. It felt fantastic, light touches, a little constriction from the condom. Michael took the lube and put a lot on his fingers and put one finger in Jack. He found the prostate and massaged it lightly. Jack was squirming. When he had opened him, he let Jack choose the position. Jack was quickly on his hands and knees.
Michael was careful and slow until he was all the way in. He waited until Jack adjusted to him. Michael had not felt so turned on in a long time. He started to piston in and out. His hands and fingers were all over Jack. Jack obviously really reacted with pleasure when he started to shaft him with his lubricated hands. Michael slowed and stopped just once to prolong their pleasure.When he resumed, he dominated with hard, long thrusts. He could feel it start in his legs and groin until the first ejaculation travelled up and out into the condom. He was making small noises of pleasure in his throat. When he finished, he pulled out, turned Jack around and sucked his almost purple cock hard with a lot of suction. Jack let him know that he was there and he took his mouth off and finished him with his hands. Jack's first load arched to his chest as did the second; the remaining erupted out and down the side over his hand. He liked just the little sensation of wetness and warmth.
Michael lay beside Jack as they both let their breathing return to normal. Jack spoke first. "Michael, I felt your need to dominate but so thoughtful in finishing me. I almost wish I could stay." He paused. "I think I just saw the start of a nod of a no?" He grinned. "You're right I have to be up fairly early tomorrow. This place seems to have two people living it. Either you are having a little off the record fun or there is only one now?"
"What makes you think that?"
"There are two deodorants in here. Different brands. You don't strike me as the cheat. He would have taken it with him if it were a trip."
"Sherlock, only one now. End of story."
"Private story! OK. I really do have to go but I'll leave my card if you ever are in need of doing something else again."
Michael smiled, stood up and stopped as he realized he still had the condom on. Jack looked at it. "Nice load. You must have been saving up." They both laughed. It was a nice way for him to leave.
Michael went to work on Monday, still evaluating his situation. He had met with his boss on Sunday. They had made a few changes but the boss was very pleased with his report. He felt a little subdued but he had to deliver his report to Kevin. They had a meeting arranged with his business partner Paul and his lawyers, John and James. It didn't last too long as the lawyers were billing the meeting. They were more than satisfied with his report and they developed a strategy for the next day.
He went back to work and his other cases. He actually felt good and worked hard and well. It was when he arrived back at the condo that he was immersed in his situation. The place seemed empty and a bit forlorn. There was message from Tim with suggestions as to when they could meet. After a bite to eat he worked up the energy to phone Tim. He was happy that he got his answering machine. Michael had decided the meeting would be at a pub.
The meeting the next day went really well. Again he felt subdued but in the meeting, he knew that he had to perform and perform he did, asking tough questions when he thought that it was called for.
As they were getting ready to leave after the meeting. Kevin turned to Michael, "Thank you so much for the excellent work that you have done. Your report was meticulous. You must have put in a lot work in this weekend."
"My job and not much else to do this weekend."
Kevin cocked his head. "You were excellent at the meeting but you have seemed subdued the rest of the time. Hope all the work didn't cause any problems?"
"Bad weekend." He had a determined, stark look on his face. Kevin paused, his look asked for more information.
The guys had been so good to him. He just felt like sharing with them. "Oh just a little personal matter. I kicked my partner out this weekend. I caught him sampling greener pastures."
"Michael, the guy must be crazy. We have really enjoyed working with you. You have it all."
Michael just shrugged his shoulders and sighed. "Well, it appears that Tim doesn't share your excellent tastes." He smiled a very wry smile.
Looks were passed between Kevin and James. Kevin looked at Michael. "Join us at the club on Friday night. I know that we are old farts compared to you but we can have a drink and dance. Hey, you might find some stud and get lucky." There were little chuckles and ribald comments. "We won't take no for an answer. It's only one night." They set a time and the place to meet, James' condo, and they would all go together.
He had decided to take matters in his own hands that night and he went down in the early evening by himself to a club and had some food and stayed for the dancing. He had never done anything like that before. He nursed a few drinks and ended up having a lot of dances and a couple of attempts to pick him up. He finally found a guy that he thought compatible and they went off. Michael wanted to be the bottom that night and he left the guy's place, in his own words, well fucked.
Michael found out that he did have a life without Tim. He worked out the Wednesday at the gym and stayed home with some really interesting cases on Wednesday and Thursday nights. He actually found that his work was more precise and he was enjoying it. His hand became his partner both nights. But he did miss the little intimacies of living with someone, sharing experiences, sharing of the day's activities and the little special things each did for the other. Best not to dwell on it. Friday night he joined the guys at James' and Matt's place where they all left from.
They settled in at the club. It was Matt who looked at him while they were chatting over a drink. He said out loud just at a lull in the talk around the table. "Michael look on the bright side. With all of us old guys you are going to find some guy who wants to get you away from us and give you a good time."
He looked at Matt very seriously with all the guys now listening, "Give me a break. Matt, are you saying that because of you guys, I am only going to get a sympathy or pity fuck tonight?"
There was silence and then the entire table erupted in laughter. It was Kevin who while still chuckling added, "Now that is the Michael that we have come to know and love. Give him hell!" More laughter.
Paul looked mischievously, "If, that is the case, then you had better get up with me to dance a lot of times." More laughter. Paul was in his sixties but was in great shape and was handsome.
"Paul, they would probably chose you before me. You are hot." More laughter and comments directed at Paul. They all got up to dance. Paul looked at him with that wonderful smile, asking him to dance.
"My pleasure and privilege, Paul."
He had never met a group of guys like this. He was trying to figure out what it was about them. They were bright and articulate. They could be tough; he had seen Paul in action at the meeting on Tuesday. Don't mess with Paul. He learned a lot from that. They could display their feelings; later he had seen an intimate moment between Paul and John, the senior partner in the law firm. It was pretty clear that the two had feelings for each other. He watched how the partners Kevin and Dave, James and Matt treated each other. The respect and care that they gave to each other. The warmth and care with which they had taken him in. He felt like part of a family. He would have to store this away for reflection in the days ahead.
Paul was a fantastic dancer. If he was correct, John was a lucky guy. He danced a lot with Paul and the other guys but Paul left early, leaving him the odd man. He danced with some other fellows but he spent some time nursing his drink and looking around the room wondering about some of the guys that he saw. He focused on the ones in his age range. He picked out a couple and watched them off and on during the evening. He focused on one guy in particular, probably slightly older than him, who was with a group of younger fellows, maybe university types. They just had that look. The guy danced a bit but seemed to be doing almost what he was doing, scanning the crowd. He looked like he felt right now, comfortable but searching.
The guy was six foot one. Slim swimmer's build and looked as if he kept himself in shape. He had a lovely colour of medium brown hair, nicely cut. His clothes were well chosen and he wore them well. He had on a very sharp pair of glasses that set off his face and eyes. Not ruggedly handsome but damn attractive. He had not danced in a while and in fact, he had refused one of the young guys in his party. He did it with good grace and smiles. He saw him get up. He was either leaving or heading to the bar. Michael decided to go to the bar; his drink was empty. The quarry was at the bar. He stood beside him and heard him ordering a scotch. Nope he didn't know his scotches. Not going to be a phony. He ordered one of the good on tap, micro brewery offerings.
The guy looked at him. "I am with a younger bunch and you are with an older crowd."
"Observant, you noticed. I guess we are closer in age to each other than our friends for the night. I am told that that I look younger than I am. I noticed too that we have both been doing a lot of perusing of the crowd tonight between sporadic dances."
"You have been observing. I am Stephen Bourgeois."
"Michael Burtchell."
They started talking about the club and crowd that was here. Interesting observations. The guy was well spoken and had a sharp eye for little details. He liked how Stephen was soft spoken and his observations were gentle and interesting. The conversation became very interesting as they somehow found themselves on the topic of the economics of the financial crisis. It became obvious to Michael that Stephen was an expert in the field but he managed from his reading and talk around the office to at least not be a complete dud. However, he was rusty on the current literature.
Stephen suddenly became a bit pensive and then started to laugh. "Aren't we the pair. We are sitting in a gay dance club discussing the global financial crisis."
"You are right. Should we be discussing the latest fashions, the latest hair styles? We are in a gay bar. If we were macho, it could be the upcoming hockey season. I guess I should stop the stupid stereotypes." But Michael drew himself up, put on his best macho imitation with a bit of swagger. They both chuckled. "I have enjoyed our conversation. Esoteric as it is." He wiggled his eyebrows.
"Michael, I've enjoyed it too. I am finding the noise level is getting to me and I would like to leave. Would you like to come back for a drink? I have some really good scotches."
"The noise is awful, leaving is a great idea. I don't know a thing about scotch."
"The nectar of the gods. If you will try some, I shall forgive that little lapse in taste."
"What will it cost me?"
"You can pay what you want, a free will offering only."
"Smooth, Mr. Bourgeois."
"Seriously, you don't even know if I am gay. I may have come down with the young ones as a bit of a lark."
"Point taken, I didn't do my due diligence." Stephen's eyes opened wide and he had a big grin. "The guys I am with are people that I worked with this week and we have been involved with lawyers. Heard the word several times. By the way, I am gay."
"So am I. Michael, I have truly enjoyed the last hour. Come, sip and leave and it will still have been a great evening." He could tell from his tone that he really meant it. Michael liked the depth of his brown eyes. They sparkled when his was engaged.
He received a crash course on scotch whiskey. Stephen gave him one that he thought a first time taster would like. It was like nothing he had ever tasted. It was wonderful. They tried several others each different. He found the peaty, smokey ones a little difficult but he could see how they would excite some palettes. He had no idea that scotch could have such a variety of tastes. It was fascinating.
"Stephen, you were with group of younger guys. You danced a bit but seemed apart."
"OK, time for real introductions. I am a professor at the University. They were some of my fourth year and graduate students. Tonight started out at as a dare by some of the gay guys to the hetero guys last week at the pub. The gist of it was that the gay guys were having a good time at a basically hetero pub and they challenged the guys to join them tonight. They know that I am gay and they had all handed in a major assignment to me this week. So it was a time to let off a little steam."
"I noticed that you turned down a young man just before you went to the bar. You handled him really nicely and that is what made me get up and pursue you."
"Oh, William. I feel that William is conflicted about his sexuality and my sixth sense tells me that he has his eyes on me to try and sort it out. I don't date or associate with my students while I teach them or after." He paused looking as if he were thinking about something. "You were with a group of older guys. Who was that very striking guy in his 50s or 60s?"
"I am an accountant. Pretty dull, eh? Kevin, the one with the light brown hair, owns a company and I was there last week, undercover," he raised his eyebrows a couple of times, "Not as exciting as it sounds. I found very large irregularities in their accounts. Paul, the older man, is one of the owners with Kevin and the tall, dark haired guy is a lawyer, James, somehow related to Paul I think. We got on really well and when they found out that I had a personal problem over the weekend, they insisted that I go out with them to get my mind off it."
"Can you tell me?" His tone indicated that he could tell or not but he was interested.
"Short story. I figured out that my partner was off sampling greener pastures."
"Is he stupid?"
"Thanks for the compliment. No, just a fucking bastard, literally." That brought a smile to Stephen's lips.
"You seem to be taking it rather well now."
"Yes and no. I have a lot of garbage to work through. He is gone, believe me. I am a bit like you with your students right now. I am staying clear, in my case, until I work through this. I am confused about a lot of things but I am working on it. It may sound stupid but I am getting to know myself."
"Sounds very intelligent. I think I get the message and understand your situation."
"Stephen, I really enjoyed tonight ...."
"But?"
Michael chuckled, "But I think that I am going to thank you for the scotch and I should be going. It is getting late."
"Michael, I have enjoyed this evening much more than I expected. If at any time you want to talk or just be with a sympathetic soul, get in touch" He handed him his card. Michael didn't look at it but he did put it in a safe spot in his wallet. "When you sort things out or if you want a chat, some scotch, call. I never thought that I would enjoy this evening so much."
"Neither did I. I need time." As he left, he couldn't resist. He gave Stephen a hug and light kiss on his lips.
Outside, going to his car, Michael wanted to scream, to kick himself. Did he do the right thing? Stephen was fascinating and more. Did he just blow him off? Possibly. But he was correct; it was not fair to anyone while he was distracted and didn't recognize the man he was, himself.
Stephen sat down with another scotch and reflected on his reaction to this man. He had been attracted to him more than any person he had met since he and Bradley had parted. Stephen understood Michael's situation more than Stephen would ever realize. It had taken him time to sort himself out after the fiasco with Bradley; he had hurt several guys emotionally. Michael probably never even realized how incredibly kind and sensitive he was being. Stephen would have gone to bed with him in a minute, definitely the wrong time. He downed his scotch and went to bed with his friend, his hand. So did Michael.
Author's Comment
You may recognize Michael. He is a character that I used in What a Difference a Year Makes, Chapter, Paul 2 (see list of stories below) as part of the plot. I decided to take the character and develop a full character with his own story. So Michael is developed with his own entirely, separate story.
There are 3 more chapters to follow. They are basically written but there are the inevitable revisions and proofreading. If you enjoyed this one, the next chapter should be published next week.
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If you liked this story, you might want to read the others that I have published on Nifty. In particular, Unexpected Change has had the most positive comments; one of my favourites is Getting My Act Together.
Unexpected Change, Nifty, College, April 16, 2011 Friendship, Nifty, Adult Friends, May 20, 2011 Surprising Last Year at University, Nifty, College, June 9, 2011 Murder Changed My Life, Nifty, Beginnings, July 8, 2011 What is Love?, Nifty, Beginnings, August 31, 2011 Getting My Act Together, Nifty, Adult-Friends, November 10, 2011 Surprised, Nifty, Adult-Friends, January 14, 2012 Surprised Eric and Dave, Beginnings, February 10, 2012 Surprised Graham and Robert, Nifty, Adult-Friends, March 22, 2012 What a Difference a Year Makes, Nifty, Adult-Friends, September 13, 2012