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Prologue
"Michael, believe me that is a good start." Stephen looked at the clock. "Wow look at the time. I don't want to out stay my welcome." He started to get up.
"It is Saturday and we could discuss your departure time, today and tomorrow and make a decision then when you are going to leave. We could go downtown and just walk around, buy some food and make a meal tonight."
Michael had become quite sensitive to people's faces and reactions over the last weeks. He saw the pause and just a bit of a look on Stephen's face. Shit, he was going to fast with that suggestion. Don't blow it. "On second thought, you have things planned and probably have lectures and term work back home. Give me a call when you are free. This has been a wonderful time." He said it lightly but his tone and look said that he meant it.
"Michael. The last time we left each other, it took a hell of a lot of time to see each other again. I shall phone, soon." He raised his eyebrows in a question. They smiled their agreement.
Present
The moment that Stephen left, the condo felt empty. Michael smiled to himself but thought that he shouldn't get his hopes or dreams too high. This might be an infatuation for both of them. They didn't know each other yet. They might find that it would fall flat but Michael knew that this was a better plan than his life style since Tim. He had lots to do today. He did feel energized. He had planned to do some work on an interesting case from work. He needed some food and supplies. He decided that he would meet the guys at the club and go dancing tonight. It was a full day. As he entered the club, he realized that he had firmly decided to go home alone tonight and he did. He deflected nicely several approaches.
The next morning the coffee didn't taste quite as good as the day before and the day didn't look quite as exciting. He mentally shrugged his shoulders. The telephone rang at 10 just after he had cleaned up from breakfast.
"See, I keep my promises!"
"You certainly are faster than I am."
"That wouldn't be hard," he paused, chuckling, " but yes, I AM." Michael just began to laugh as the inflection in Stephen's voice said so much more.
"Don't get too cocky, my friend. You haven't seen all of Michael yet."
"How about we start to know each other better over supper at my place tonight. Unless you have more interesting plans or previous ones."
"Can I bring anything?"
"Not a thing but that wonderful smile and the good brain that goes with it. How about 3 this afternoon? We can go for a walk before we eat." Stephen paused. "Can I be a little forward?"
"I too like an assertive man."
"You really do listen, don't you? You could bring some things so that you could go to work from here."
"Mr. Bourgeois, I like your style. I shall come prepared."
Michael was on top of the world. Suddenly, the condo felt brighter. He found himself whistling as he put together as small bag of clothes, shaver and toothbrush. He wished that he could leave right then but he forced himself to have lunch and to do some more reading on the case he was dealing with. He did become involved and suddenly realized it was time to leave.
As he rang the buzzer to Stephen's condo, he reflected on his decision that he was going to be restrained and not come on too strongly. This was to be a slow process of getting to know this fascinating man. Stephen opened the door with a really nice smile. The door closed and Stephen stepped into Michael and gave him a kiss. Michael was going to end the kiss chastely but he felt Stephen's arms pull him in and felt his tongue on his lips. What could well a brought up guy do but open his lips? The tips touched. Michael let the kiss linger. He finally pulled away and cocked his head. "Wow Stephen, quite a welcome. But aren't we going for a walk?" He pulled back to let Stephen see the outlines of his growing penis; there had been a reaction.
"You want to take this slower. I can do that. I just wanted you to know that I missed you."
"Message received, loud and clear."
They decided on the park down by the river. It was, after all, a beautiful late April day. They walked watching the people and kids playing in the beautiful, greening spring. The smells were fresh and breeze soft and gentle. They were both just enjoying being there with each other.
"Stephen tell me about yourself. You family, your background."
"Born in London in southwestern Ontario. My father had moved there from Northern Ontario. My father owned a small business which has grown, making him a fairly wealthy man. My mother started teaching again when I was in elementary school as a safety measure in case Dad's business failed. It never did but her salary made them very comfortable until the business took off. I had a pretty normal high school life. I never liked hockey but I played some soccer and tried rugby but found it just too much. Dated a bit but never really clicked with any girl. I had suspicions about myself as I knew that I really enjoyed those few experimentations with the guys more than I did with the girls. I discovered myself in first year University. Did well in both areas, academics and my sex life. Finally came out to my parents in my third year. Well, I sort of had to unless I wanted to lie big time. Mom was OK but one brother, Eric, told me that it was disgusting. He has only moderated a bit. My sister, Helen, was alright with it and my younger brother, Robbie, had no problems at all, very supportive."
"No mention of father."
"Well, I was the oldest and he hoped that I would take over the business. I have never been able to figure his real feelings. He paid for my University but he made it clear that partners and friends would not be welcome at home or the cottage and that the business would be for my sister or other brothers. I loved academics anyway so I stayed in Economics and went for my PhD and got this job which, to this point, I enjoy thoroughly."
"Regrets?"
"I would like to have the same arrangements as my siblings. They have been able to bring boyfriends and girlfriends home and to the cottage with no restrictions. I sometimes feel odd man out but go back for holidays and spend time at the cottage. There are people who have it much worse than I. I have a great rapport with two of my siblings."
They walked in companionable silence. Michael would have loved to hold his hand or put an arm around him but even in this pretty tolerant country that would not be a good idea. They watched some of the bicyclist go by. "Do you bike?"
"I have thought of buying one and getting out on the bike trails. Never get around to it. I did have an old bike in University. How about you Michael? "
"I really enjoy it. Why don't you get one and we could do some biking together. I know a little about bikes and I'd love to help you choose one."
"Great time of the year. Would you come with me this week? I guess I have just needed someone to get me going. I could use it around campus." They set a time on Wednesday, late afternoon when they were both free. "How about heading back? The walk has made me hungry and it is getting late."
Supper was delicious complimented by the excellent wine that Michael had brought. Michael insisted that they clean up together. It was fun as they chatted and told stories. It had been a late supper after their walk and they finished the clean up at about 8. They had talked about watching a movie on TV.
They sat on the couch about to look through the On Demand guide. "Stephen, the kiss when I arrived was that a test?"
"No but it told me a lot about you and where you are now." Michael give him a quizzical look. "You let me see that the kiss affected you but told me that you wanted to go a bit slower. I liked that. So not a test but you passed with flying colours. A really great afternoon and supper."
They both chuckled. Michael leaned over and kissed Stephen. They both had to come up for air; it had been long and sensuous. Michael reacted first. "Do you really want to watch a movie? I'll leave that decision in your hands."
"In my hands, hm ...." Stephen very gently ran his fingers over the outline of Michael's hardening penis. From the look on Michael's face, there would be no movie that night.
They eventually, somehow, made it to the bedroom. It was a wonderful night of feelings and sensations. Michael's body was so charged that it almost hurt. Neither had any sense of time. Michael was lying naked on the bed and Stephen was on his knees between his legs. He took his mouth off his rigid cock, leaving it glistening with saliva and precum. He stood up and produced condoms and lube. He looked at Michael with a question in his face.
Michael looked at him and through his fog, he manage to croak, "Your choice Stephen."
Stephen returned to between Michael's knees and unrolled a condom onto Michael who shuddered just from the wonderful touches of the condom being rolled down. "Later tonight or tomorrow morning we reverse our roles?"
"I'll look forward to that."
Stephen lay on his back with his legs wide open and slightly bent. Michael marvelled at the sight. Stephen gave the lube to Michael who used his fingers to lubricate him thoroughly, using every pass to touch and stimulate the prostate. In lust, Stephen literally grabbed the lube and slowly applied it to Michael. He pulled Michael towards him for a kiss, while at the same time he found Michael's cock. He stroked it several times moving it to his entrance. Michael slowly slipped in and waited without breaking the kiss.
"Shit, you feel so hot and tight. I can feel your contractions. Oh, do that again." Sensations from Stephen contacting his muscles flowed through his groin.
"I need you in me. Michael! Do it." He put his hands on his ass and pulled him in. "Go! Don't stop. You feel so damn good."
Michael was a good top. He never totally stopped; his variations were exquisite to Stephen. The walk, the talk, the wonderful supper together, their touching had heightened all their senses. They could taste each other. Michael knew that he could not hold out much longer and he told Stephen who replied that he was close too. A minute later Michael took his final thrust in. He face constricted so that he looked as if he were in pain. He could feel the cum start to rise from him and speed through his cock. He made noises in the back of his throat. One, two and then he started to thrust again. He only peripherally recognized Stephen's groan and his cum landing on his chin, chest and stomach. Michael as he finished his last pulses, lowered his head and licked up the cum on Stephen's chin and chest and before he could swallow it, he heard almost in the background, "Share it with me." They kissed. It was messy, erotic and the taste was wonderful.
Stephen pulled him down onto him as they kissed. When a while later they separated, they were almost stuck together. They didn't bother to clean up. When Michael awoke the next morning, as he got up, he saw the very full condom lying beside the bed on the floor. What an incredible night. Stephen stirred with his attempt to go to the washroom. He pulled Michael back to him.
"I know you have to use the bathroom but we have unfinished business and I don't care what time it is." Stephen shifted to his back and his cock stood tall. They went together. Michael too was hard by the time they were finished. They kissed and stroked each other. Michael excused himself and came back with a condom and lube. He slowly unrolled a condom onto Stephen making sure that he used his fingers deftly as he lubed the condom. He turned towards the sink and put a lot in himself. As Stephen came up behind him, he turned slowly so that he could see Stephen entering him in the mirror. They watched each other and then kissed as he entered Michael. He went slowly; they could see him disappear into him. Christ it was erotic to watch.
Michael watched Stephen as he slowly increased his rhythm with Michael's look becoming increasing glazed. He found himself transported as Stephen moved in and out of him with his hands and fingers all over his chest, nipples and cock. He suddenly found himself close to climax. He told Stephen who then moved faster and harder. Almost with surprise, he saw jets of cum coming out onto the counter top. His contractions set off Stephen whose head was thrown back as he moaned and swore. Michael turned his head and they kissed. Both were breathless. Stephen came out and Michael grabbed him in a full body hug.
"Stephen, nothing like this in a very long time."
"Michael, thank you for coming to the lecture. The best thing that has happened to me in a long time. Do you really have to go to work?"
"Unfortunately, meeting at 9."
They jumped into the shower. After the shower, they admired each other's erections and agreed that they still had unfinished business. Both quietly thought to themselves that they hoped it would never be finished. They felt like adolescents in their first experiences of sex. They reluctantly dressed for work and agreed to meet for dinner before going out bicycle buying on Wednesday night. Both thought to themselves that there were too many days between Monday morning and Wednesday after work. They managed.
Michael watched Stephen enter the restaurant on Wednesday. He realized how much he was looking forward to being with him again. He saw a good looking, confident man search the restaurant with his eyes. His face broke into an amazingly big smile when their eyes met. Michael wanted to get up and hug him. He settled for a touch to his knees under the table. That was acknowledged by a quick light touch of Stephen's hand on his. It didn't linger but it felt great.
They ate, talked and joked about their enforced absence. Stephen's days and nights had been filled with meetings and extra work at night. Michael told him about his options for a bicycle and the shops that he recommended. They went to the first shop, not Michael's first choice and quickly went to his first choice, MEC*. The choice was excellent as was the staff. Stephen fell in love with a bike and that settled it. Options were then looked at. Did he want a gel seat? That option was explained by the staff member.
As the staff member finished, Michael leaned over and whispered into Stephen's ear, "You know it will protect your private bits from stress and injury. We wouldn't want any injuries in that department, would we?"
Stephen spluttered with laughter and turned red. He told the clerk, who got the gist of what was said and was smiling knowingly, that it appeared that he would take the gel seat and his friend would pay for it. Laughter all around.
They went back to Michael's to get his bicycle and go for a short ride. Luckily, it was getting closer to the solstice and the days were much longer. It was exhilarating.
They were back at the condo, "Michael, I should have done this years ago. Thanks so much."
"I often go for a ride on Saturday with some friends. Want to come? It's a mixture of guys, straight and gay."
"I think that I would like that a lot."
"Do you have early classes or meetings tomorrow?"
"No, nothing until the afternoon. Why?"
"I think that I am going to bar the door now and check you over to see if the gel seat has worked."
"The bike seat has only done one thing. My libido is totally engaged."
"Oh right professors aren't horny. They have engaged libidos." Michael said it with a straight face.
"OK you want in every day male lingo? I'm as horny as hell and I would appreciate a thorough examination and any treatment that you want to give me. I can be fucked or be the fucker. Down to earth language?" Michael just smirked. Stephen stood up and slowly stripped in front of Michael. "Ready, doctor?" By all appearances, Stephen certainly was.
They made a lot noise and a large mess. Michael woke that next morning with arms around him and an erect cock on his ass. He turned his head to look into the soft, brown eyes of the man with whom he had had an incredible experience just hours before. He turned to face him with their erect cocks rubbing against each other. They kissed and repeated what they had done hours before. Well there were variations on the theme but it ended the same way. They got up and showered together. There were touches and random kisses during breakfast and clean up. They left together with plans for the bicycle ride on Saturday, some shopping after and supper again at Stephen's. Michael didn't need to be reminded to bring a kit with him but Stephen did just in case.
Both men reflected in the days that followed. Michael realized that Stephen was almost everything that Tim had not been. He also could dimly see that Stephen seemed to project some of the values that he had come to recognize as important in last month of escapades. Was he moving too fast? Was he just on the rebound? To the last question he returned to several times, he felt strongly that the answer was no. What to do? He wanted more but he was almost afraid to press too hard. He knew that he didn't want to see anyone else right now.
Little did he realize that Stephen was going through the same lines of thought. He realized just how much the breakup with Bradley had affected him, that and his position. He had to be careful around campus. He did not want to be involved with students or teaching assistants; too much chance for conflict of interest. His fellow staff members were often older, straight or not interesting to him. Was he just jumping at the first alternative that came along? He too came back to that question several times but he too concluded that the answer was no. Michael was about the same age, confident, intelligent, worked outside his enclosed world and had an very interesting job. Then he smiled at himself when he unconsciously added, exciting to be with and damn sexy. Damn it, there was a spark between them. He realized that he felt a little jealous when he wondered what Michael was doing on the Thursday and Friday when they were apart. That small germ of jealousy had not been in his mind for a long time.
They went together on Saturday morning to a bike path in the centre of the city. Stephen met Michael's friends. In particular, he met the guy who Michael considered his best friend, Jason: straight and married with 2 children. He was a delight, funny, intelligent and obviously cared greatly for Michael. What had Stephen expected? The other 4 guys, 2 of them gay, were outrageous with the gay and straight guys getting each other with zingers. This was the way it was supposed to be. They had a great ride which taxed Stephen a bit. He was determined not to let it show but he was glad when they stopped at a pub for lunch. At lunch, they all decided to go to the club that night for pool and dancing. Stephen looked at them.
Jim, one of the the straight guys, caught his look. "We do it all the time and the gay boys come to the pub with us. We shoot pool, dance a couple of dances as a group and go home." This was not possible. He found out later that night that it was and he had a great time.
They arrived back at Michael's condo at 11. They were both tired from the day's activities. After closing the door, Michael stopped in the hall and pulled Stephen to him. He looked at him, gave him a look and kissed him until both were breathless. They showered together and then had a romantic but rambunctious night of sex.
Over breakfast, "Michael, I told you about my family on our walk in the park weeks ago. You haven't told me about yours. I guess we just haven't gotten around to it."
"My story actually sounds a lot like yours. Only, I knew in my high school which way I wanted to go but I also knew to keep my head down. I didn't like football or hockey but I was on the track team and played soccer as you did. Although I did have one of those Nifty, story experiences with one of the school jocks in my last year in high school. He was a big guy on the hockey team. We were at a party one night and his girlfriend was pissed off at him and left with the car. We had had a few drinks and I drove him home. He was touching himself and told me that he was horny as hell and that I must be too. Could we help each other out? He asked, not me. I did a superb acting job of reticence on that one, award worthy. Well, I 'gave in' and we gave each other a hand job. He never told anyone and we ended up sucking each other off quite a few times by the end of the year and he fucked me a couple of times. I met him a couple of years after University and he was married and we were like old friends. I went a little wild during my first year at University. I came out to my family during that first year. My sister, Anne, was not bothered at all. In fact, she told me that she wasn't surprised." He paused but Stephen nodded to continue.
"We lived in Rosedale in Toronto. Dad was an accountant who had a very good business and mom had some family money. Money was never a problem. Mom was very conscious of manners and social standing so I was told, in her words, that I was not to flaunt my choice. 'Choice' was actually dad's word. Never did know exactly what 'flaunting my choice' meant but I gathered that it meant not bringing my 'male friends' to the house, to family parties or to the cottage. It very definitely meant that no male friend would sleep with me within 100 kilometres of my parents. At home, I was in the closet. That led to the other disappointment for my father. I really didn't like his type of accounting and leading a celibate life, if I lived in the city and worked at his business, just was not an option. I decided to live here, especially when I had the offer of the type of accounting that fascinated me, corporate and forensic accounting. Dad never understood. So I never flaunt my choice in Toronto or at least, not around my friends or theirs. Stephen do you flaunt your choice around your parents?" He said it with an affected, English accent.
"Oh, my dear boy, never dream of it." He dropped the accent. "Jesus, Michael we're in our 30s. Don't you think that we should start to flaunt if we want."
"Yes, old boy, I tend to agree."
"Michael, can I be a bit more serious?"
"Sure. Problems?"
"No problems. The summer is coming. Term is ending. I am working on a short paper for publication but I have some holidays and sort of want to plan them." They paused and looked at each other.
Trying to stall for time, "Interesting." They sipped at their now cold coffee. Time to figure that statement out while Michael warmed it up. "Are you asking me a leading question?"
"I guess I am. You see I usually go to the cottage on the May 24th weekend and in July or August with the family."
"So do I. Would you like to flaunt a bit?" They both started to chuckle.
"Michael, I do believe that I would but only with you."
"Stephen, I can't think of anyone else that I would flaunt with." Michael cocked his head and looked into those deep brown eyes. "Stephen, have we just said some important things to each other?"
"Yes. I speak for myself."
Michael stood up and went to Stephen and kissed him. They both understood what the kiss meant. "To make it totally clear, I have stopped going out to the club by myself and when I go with friends, it is just to dance and talk."
A mischievous smile spread across Stephen's face and with a tone of the martyred hero, "I can do you one better. That has been my life since the first time that we met."
"No wonder you have been such a horny bugger."
"And your excuse is?"
"You." He got a soft look from Stephen.
Nonetheless, Michael did get a swat across his backside but then, "Guilty as charged. Horny as hell," from Stephen. He grabbed Michael and took him off to bed. It was very erotic and went on for a lot of the morning. Both had a little smile on their face all day.
They had supper a couple of times during a busy week for both of them and emailed each other every day. They went to the club on Friday night with Michael's friends and had a great evening. Jason had danced with Stephen and let him know happy they all were that he was there with Michael. Stephen was surprised how much he enjoyed the evening.
Michael had an unexpected call from James, Paul's relative, on Tuesday. James explained that he and Matt were having the family over for supper on the next Sunday and they wondered if Michael would like to join them. He let him know that it would involve the entire crew he had met including Paul and family, Kevin and Dave and John. Michael was surprised at his inclusion and finally worked up the courage to ask if he could bring someone. James' only comment was that he assumed it was not Tim. Michael made some appropriate comment about James' mental state. They both laughed and James said that there was lots of food and he would be so glad to have them both.
He and Stephen had arranged to meet for supper and movie that night. After they had eaten, they were discussing activities for the weekend, "I had an invitation today." He paused looking at a questioning Stephen. "James asked me for dinner on Sunday evening."
Stephen tried to look steely eyed. "And?"
"I said yes, of course." He paused again watching Stephen's face go from questioning to a frown.
"Is this how we are going ...."
"I said yes but only if you could or wanted to come with me." Gotcha ya! He started to laugh, pointing at Stephen and mimicking the changing look of his face. "He said of course you were welcome if you were free. I said that we would discuss it. That seemed to me like the best way to handle it."
"You really are piece of work." He shook his head in mock disgust but couldn't control the suppressed grin. "Tell me about the group again." When Michael was finished, he agreed it was a great idea.
After the movie on the way back to Stephen's condo, "Michael, we had better get our act together and start planning the May 24th weekend. I have been thinking. It is a lot work, turmoil and trouble, let's go to Montreal for the weekend and celebrate it together."
"Do you really just want to do that? Cut the family out? We have to make the effort. It is important."
"OK, I think that I get your message. We do have to be ready for disappointment. Who do we contact first? Your parent's place is closer and smaller. My parents have a big place, lots of people but it is a long drive."
"Right. If we went to your cottage, we could leave on Friday and shack up in a motel Friday night." Stephen just started to splutter with laughter.
"I think I like that option. I have never shacked up with anyone, might be fun. Can we be really raunchy?" Michael gave him a knowing smile.
"How about you try your parents for May 24th and I try mine for July 1 or a time in the summer?"
They had gone to an early screening so when they arrived, Stephen sat down with the telephone. "Here goes a new departure for me."
His mother answered the phone and they passed on bits and pieces of their lives since they had last spoken. Stephen raised the topic of May 24th. "Oh, everyone is coming as usual. Eric and family, Helen and family and Robbie and his girlfriend. Yes I shall be be there but with a little difference this year. I am going to bring a friend." Michael could tell that there must be silence at both ends. Then there was just the trace of a smile on Stephen's lips. "Well, mother, that part of my life hasn't changed. Yes, I know Eric's feelings but I think that now mine need to be heard. Mother, I want to introduce a friend to my family. Eric has done it, Helen has done it and Robbie has done it many times over. Mother, you know that Robbie and I get on really well; I respect him completely. If your concern is correct, then Eric's feelings mean that I can never be myself with my family. Doesn't seem fair, does it? OK talk it over with Father. What will I do if the answer is negative? I shall be quite upset and probably be absent for the first time in years. Mother, I shall remind you that I am 34, a professor at a good university and that I have been gay since my first year at University. I appear to hardwired sexually and still successful." They signed off and Stephen sighed as he put the phone down.
"Stephen, I am sorry if I caused this."
"Stop right there. I am glad that the time has come and you are worth it." They cuddled on the sofa, waiting for a return call. None came so they went to bed. They decided to meet back at Stephen's the next night to work on their summer planning. Michael winked when he said that any excuse was a good one.
When he arrived after work, Stephen was already there and he was angry. His brother had left a message on his answering machine which he played to Michael.
"Stephen, what the hell are you playing at? Are you trying to upset the entire family? Give me a call and maybe I will have calmed down by then."
"Presumptuous bastard. The whole god damn world revolves around him."
"Stephen let us have something to eat. Chat a little and then you can do what you want. Good day up to the call on the answering machine?"
"Yes, I am working on an article based on the talk I gave on the financial crisis. I have almost finished it. Actually, I could use some help with the visuals and the page setup. There are a couple of spots that I want you to read and critique. Would you do that sort of thing?"
"Sounds great. Yes, I have a fairly good eye for design. I did a little in my Computer Science courses. Graphs and such are fun to do. It would be a privilege and enjoyable. Critique your ideas, not so sure. Deadline?"
"The week after the 24th. Michael, you may not be up on the latest literature but you have one of the best minds I have come across in a while. It would be great working as a team. Hey, you have me back to a good frame of mind. I think that I am ready for Eric."
He dialled. "Eric, it's your brother. Yeeees, I probably wouldn't be phoning if I hadn't heard it." There was a pause." Stephen's mouth tightened .... His lips pursed out .... His eyes and eyebrows raised a couple of times .... He drummed his fingers on his leg .... His eyes rolled up and back. "Are you quite finished your little homophobic diatribe. Eric! You have talked AT ME for several minutes flat. Let me talk."
There was yet another short pause. "I'll be more definite. Shut up ... or I'll hang up." There was a short pause. "Thank you! One, it is you who is imposing your feelings and beliefs on the family. Neither Helen or Robbie feel the way you do. Two, I suspect mother and father are just trying to placate you. Three, I am gay. Have been for my entire adult life. By the way, you brought many girlfriends to the cottage while we were there and fucked their brains out. Cottage walls are thin. So don't get on your high horse with me. Four, all my other siblings have brought friends to the family to be introduced. For most, it was one time only. I have an intelligent, interesting man that I want to bring to the cottage with me and introduce him to MY family. I shall not be a second class person in my family any longer. I'm a fucking university professor, not a god damn child to be chastised for his sexual orientation by one of his brothers. That is what I am playing at."
There was more silence. "Eric, your children are young. I am bringing a friend who is bunking in with me. You know as well as do that I never flaunt my sexuality." He almost broke up when Michael gave him the high sign and gestures for the word, flaunt. "It is a private thing for me. Eventually, they will have to face the world and I hope that I shall be a good role model, not to follow but to understand. Thank you for not interrupting. I am quite finished." He listened for a while. "Talk it over with Julie. I really would like to see you, her and the kids on the weekend." They signed off.
"Wow, don't mess with the professor. Thank you Stephen. I know that you didn't do that for me but I am so proud of everything that you said. Come here."
"Michael, I am sweating. I probably smell like a pig in its pen."
"You are in my hands then."
Michael got up, turned off the lights and pulled Stephen up. Stephen had a question on his face. Michael led him to the bathroom. He left the lights on in the hall. They had the soft reflected light in the bathroom.
"I kind of like the smell. It is a turn on. Not bad at all." He adjusted the temperature of the water and led Stephen into it. They were both already hard without touching. He soaped him up and Stephen shuddered and made noises as he cleaned his backside and put his fingers in him to clean him thoroughly. They kissed long and deeply and Stephen cleaned Michael just as clean. Both could see their outlines in the mirror as they left the shower and started to dry each other off.
"Michael, as much as I find looking at you like this very erotic, I want you in bed."
On the bed, Stephen became more aggressive. He lay on top of him kissing and rubbing his body between them. He rolled onto his side and used his tongue all over Michael's chest and nipples. He suddenly moved quickly and engulfed his cock with his mouth. He would not let up until Michael almost pulled him off.
Panting, "If you want this to end quickly, continue. If not, change tactics." His smile almost shone on Stephen. Stephen stood up and returned with only the lube. "Michael we have been tested several times. I want it like this tonight." There was no condom.
"Go for it. I want you badly."
After Stephen had worked his magic with his fingers and lube, Michael grabbed the lube and after sucking Stephen for a moment, he rubbed it on slowly on him until Stephen pushed his hands away.
"Enough foreplay!" As he quickly turned Michael onto his back and put his legs up with his arms, "I want to see you."
The only gentle act was the entry. It was clear that Stephen had no plans on this lasting a long time. His strokes were long, hard and fast. He did vary it and he bent over to kiss Michael's chest and bite his shoulders and nibble and bite his nipples. When he wasn't doing that he was stroking in and out and he was making a lot of noise, most of it gibberish. Michael was not exactly lying back quietly accepting what was happening. His hands and fingers were everywhere. He pulled Stephen's hair on his head, his chest and his legs. His hands cupped his ass cheeks and his fingers got as close to his hole as his could. What probably pushed Stephen over the top was Michael getting his hands between them and fingering and pulling his balls and the hair on his thighs.
"Oh, Michael ..." was the last coherent thing Stephen said as his rhythm changed and he emptied himself in Michael. Michael had immediately started to stroke himself and within a minute, he was yelling Stephen's name. As he finished, he pulled Stephen down on top of him and kissed him, panting to get his breath back. He could feel Stephen beginning to soften and he came out as they turned sideways still linked by their arms.
When they came down from their high, they looked at each other. "Stephen, I am beginning to see what it is I want and who I want to be." For emphasis, he kissed Stephen yet again.
"Michael, I feel awake after a long sleep. Thank you for waking me up."
No more had to be said. As they lay entwined waiting for sleep to come, Michael managed to slur some words. "Just wait till tomorrow morning. Be prepared." Stephen only held him tighter. The next morning, Michael was only just a little gentler and it lasted a little longer.
*MEC, Mountain Equipment Coop is a large sports chain that has a large bicycle department in most of its locations.
Author's Note
Final chapter is written and is in revision and being proofread. Hopefully, it will 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 Discoveries, Nifty, Beginnings, October 18, 2012