This is the ultimate story of two men, Dave and Greg. Two men who discover a passion for each other, despite their current heterosexual relationships.
If you find a story involving same sex partners not to your liking, or if you are not of legal age in the area in which you reside, please leave now. If this is what you're looking for in entertainment, please enjoy.
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Four Become Two: Chapter 10
Plattsburg, New York, is just a few miles from Lake Placid, the home of the 1982 Winter Olympics. That was when the U.S. Men's Hockey team roared to victory, and heroes were made.
Since that time, the area has become training ground for many of the soon to be, and wannabe, Olympic gold medal winners. During the summer, it was also a bustling area for the natural beauty and splendor that is the Adirondack Mountains.
The airport there is on the other side of the town. Being in the mountainous region that it is, it is not accommodated by the big jets that many are accustomed to, but by twin engine, and smaller aircraft.
I checked my watch. "Damn! They've already landed." Greg and I find a parking spot.
"Wait a second," he says, as I begin to climb out of SUV. He reaches over, and plants a big kiss upon me. "We might not have a chance for that this weekend. I love you, and I want you to know that if I fuck Annette this weekend, and I said if, I will be making love to you-in my mind."
"I feel exactly the same way," I say, "but if you say one more word right now, I'm going to do something I haven't done in a long time-cry!" We grab the bouquets that we had thought to buy, and made our way into the terminal.
As we round a corner, we overhear Shelia say, "Girl, I hope by this time tomorrow to be so sore." and the sound of laughter. I look at Greg, who puts on his best smile.
"Me too," Annette offers.
"Me too what?" Greg says, presenting his flowers.
"Oh, how beautiful," she says, wrapping her bony arms around Greg.
"Hel-lo, sexy!" Shelia croons, molding herself to me as her lips find mine. "Ouch! I see you haven't shaved?"
"No, I thought I'd let it grow for a while. Give me a different look."
"He looks good for a change," Annette says. "I like it!"
"Then I have to shave."
"Oh, stop it, you two. Honestly Greg, I've never seen two people who love to tease each other more. Hi, by the way."
"Did you have a good flight?" Greg asks.
"It was alright. Although I will never understand how that girl can sleep when you're flying in an eggbeater," Annette says.
We grab their overnight bags and head out to the parking lot. Once seated inside, Shelia snuggles up to me as Annette moves over to invade Greg's space in the back seat. We make small talk, as I feel Shelia's hand zero in on my crotch.
"Did you miss me?" she asks, stroking little Dave. Despite my best efforts, I can feel the flow of blood into the center of my body. "Looks like you did."
"Yeah, I did baby." I look over at her as she strokes down towards the head. Despite myself, I can feel my shaft lengthening.
"Shelia, we have company," I mumble under my breath.
"Don't worry, their busy," she whispers.
"Yeah, but let's not start something that I can't finish, right now. Okay?"
"How much farther?"
"Not much more." We travel on, she clutching onto me. Thankfully, she has stopped playing with little Dave, enabling me to drive. More importantly, allowing me to be able to get out of my car when we pull up in front of the cabin.
"This is really a charming place," Annette says as she climbs out of the car.
"It certainly is. Right here on the lake. How's the water?" Shelia directs to Greg.
"Wet," he answers, causing me to chuckle. I can see a little bit of the green monster in his eyes.
We go inside, and Shelia immediately begins to explore. "Oh, I love the bedrooms," Shelia yells. Bedrooms? Greg and I look at each other, knowing there is only one. "Which one is ours, hon?" she continues.
"This is our room here," I say, noticing the sliding door opened at the end of the hall.
"Where did that come from?" Greg asks.
"Huh?"
"Greg's been sleeping on the sofa. We didn't even notice this room back here."
"Oh, poor baby," Annette says, rubbing her hands across Greg's back. "Honestly, you guys are too much. Didn't you bother to explore the cabin?"
"Obviously not, Annette, or we would have found the room," I answer back, just a little sarcastically.
"Why don't we go for a swim before dinner?" Annette asks. "I can't wait to feel that fresh spring water against my skin."
"Just let us slip on our suits." Shelia leads me into the bedroom, shutting the door behind. She then launches her body against mine, pressing our lips together.
She starts to claw at the shirt I'm wearing, ripping the buttons opened, and running her fingers through the hair on my chest. She rakes her way down to my zipper, pulling it open.
Reaching inside, she hauls my dick out into the open air, quickly dropping to her knees, engulfing the head. I begin to harden in her mouth, and my hips begin the familiar motion of love.
"Umm," I moan. " Suck that dick." She sloppily begins to suck on me. I could hear Annette squeal through the wall of the room next door. That's the last I remember as I put all my concentration into satisfying the one I was with.
"This was a really great weekend," Shelia says, as we pull into the parking lot of the airport on Sunday morning. "I'm so glad we came."
"I'm glad you came, too," I add. "I'm going to miss you. Maybe we can come back up here later, after the trial, you know."
"Yeah, I'd like that."
"You guys sure you don't want us to stay?" Greg asks.
"Nah, baby," Annette answers. "Our flight leaves in less than an hour. You guys head on back, enjoy what's left of your vacation. We'll call you this evening."
"Okay."
"And Dave," she says. "You're alright."
"So are you, Annette." I can see a smile forming on Shelia's face.
"Told you two you'd like each other, given a chance." After a quick kiss, they grab their overnights from the car and head on into the terminal, leaving Greg and I sitting there watching their retreat. I start up the Jeep, and we drive back to the cabin in silence, each in our own thoughts.
"Think I'm going to go for a run," I say, climbing out of the car.
"Okay," Greg responds. "I think I'm going to take a nap."
We both head to our respective rooms. "I can't believe we didn't notice this room before."
"Yeah, me either. If we had, we wouldn't have had to sleep." his voice trails.
"Yeah." I head into the room to change. Soon I am on my way for a nice run around the lake. I need to think.
I arrived back at the cabin about an hour later. I didn't see Greg anywhere inside. I jumped into the shower. A dip in the hot tub is going to feel good. I quickly rinsed off, drying just enough to pad through the house.
Opening the patio doors, I find Greg sitting in the tub. I can feel his eyes rake over my naked form as I step over the rim into the tub.
"Thanks," I say as he hands me a cold brew from the cooler.
"Dave?" he says, his voice trailing.
"Yeah?" Greg is perceivably quiet. "You were going to say something?"
"Yeah. Well.umm.this is awkward. I was just going to say it's okay. I mean, this is the way it's suppose to be, right?"
"What is?"
"You and Shelia.Annette and me. That's the way it's suppose to be.right?"
"Right. Well," I say after an awkward pause, "I think I'm going for a walk." I quickly exit, heading off the patio steps towards the lake, tears now flowing freely from my eyes.
I don't know how long I was out there. It was long enough for my tears to finally subside. I had come to the conclusion that although I enjoyed what Greg and I had experienced, the feelings that I had for him could not be love. Men just didn't fall in love with each other! Although I knew deep in my conscious mind that that was a load of crap, that was how I was choosing to rationalize the turn of events that having Shelia and Annette there caused.
I opened the door to the patio, being instantly assaulted by the wonderful smells coming from the kitchen. Chopin was playing on the stereo, a fire was burning in the fireplace, but I could not find Greg anywhere.
I moved into the kitchen, surveying the scene by the light cast over the stove by the light there. A casserole lie on the cupboard, yet still no Greg.
I then went into the bedroom he occupied with-Annette-but he was not there. Where the fuck could he be?
I walked back out into the living room, after checking my bedroom and the bath. A flicker of movement caught my eye from the high wing-backed chair that faced the picture window overlooking the lake. There he was!
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," I say.
"Don't worry. I'm glad you did." He looks at me a little apprehensively before continuing. "I made dinner. Hope you're hungry?"
"I'm famished," I answer with a chuckle. It was a nervous trait that I had. Chuckling at the most idiotic times. "Smells good. What's for dinner?"
"I thought we'd start with a couple of potato skins smothered in bacon and cheddar, a nice garden salad, followed by my specialty, spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread. Strawberry shortcake with whipped cream is for dessert. I also picked out a couple bottles of chardonnay to compliment it. How does that sound?"
"It's making me hungry. What can I do to help?" "Pour us some wine while I get the skins." He heads off to the kitchen. Moments later, we are sitting there enjoying the appetizers that he has prepared.
"Greg," I begin, "I think we should..."
"After dinner, we'll talk," he says, cutting me off.
The meal was delicious, and soon two very stuffed men make their way back into the living room. Greg brings me another glass of wine, and sits on the opposite end of the couch where I've planted myself. "Want to watch a movie?" Without waiting for a reply, he gets up and goes to the entertainment center to peruse the vast amount of DVDs that the rental company has provided.
He selects the movie, 'Ghost' starring Patrick Swazye, Demi Moore, and Whoppi Goldberg. I had seen the movie countless times, and yet some parts still got to me. When the movie ended, both Greg and I were silently wiping away tears. I turn off the set with the remote, plunging us once again into quiet.
"I'm confused," he says suddenly, not looking at me. "About us," he continues. Seeing that I'm not going to respond, he continues. "We, you and me, were doing so well before the girls arrived. We were talking, laughing."
"Loving," I interject.
"Yes-loving-and I was loving every minute of it. I don't regret the experience."
"Is that what it was to you? An experience?" I ask, my voice rising in pitch. All of the decisions I'd made earlier suddenly went out the window as my emotions came into play. "It wasn't a fucking experience to me," I spit out. "It was a total change for me. I was not looking to you to fulfill some secret fantasy that I had about making love to another man. And yes! For me it was making love. I don't jump into bed that easily, with a female or a man. Actually, you were the first man I was ever with, or ever had the desire to be with."
"I'm afraid Dave," he says quietly. "Society says that men go for women, and women go for men. What's that old clich^Â? Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve?"
I look into his handsome face, searching for a clue as to how to respond. His deep blue eyes give nothing away, so I respond from my heart. "If that's how you really deep down inside your heart feel, then that's the way it's suppose to be. But." I begin to choke on my words.
He cuts me off as his lips seize mine, his tongue thrusting deeply into my mouth. I am taken aback by the sudden change. Instinctively, my right hand cups his left cheek as I hold his lips to mine.
Greg's left hand moves down to my midsection, grasping my hardening rod firmly as he begins to stroke it to life. A moan escapes my lips as his thumb starts to dance around the head.
"This has been the longest weekend of my life," Greg says, breaking the kiss.
"Me, too," I continue. "I thought for sure that I had lost you, just as we were beginning. Are you sure this is what you want?"
"Yeah," he says with a smile, leading me into the bedroom. That night, our lovemaking was taken to new heights as we experienced not one, but two rapid climaxes before we settled down enough to make the third last. Having released two previous times might have had something to do with it, but we led each others through a field of passion that we were sure only a few have ever before visited .
"Wow," I say, as we hold each other afterwards. "I thought you were afraid?"
"I'm more afraid of losing you," he says, casting his eyes downward.
"Before we go any farther, I just want you to know that I don't want this to end. I'm going to tell Shelia-about me-when we get back. Being with you has totally changed me. Making love with you is totally different, more intense. When I made love with Shelia this weekend, there was just something missing. I realized that there had always been something missing. I found myself wondering about you and Annette, and getting jealous. Jealous! Me! That's what I was thinking about this afternoon. I have to be true to myself. I just hope Shelia will understand.Greg? Greg?" Realizing that he must have dozed off, I kiss the top of his head laying on my chest. I don't feel the tear that falls on my chest from Greg's eye.
Four Become Two: Chapter 11
There is a certain harmony that exists between man and nature. A reason that man is so ecstatic during those times when he feels that he is one with the Creator.
I had that feeling as I awaken to a new dawn. Last night had been so terrific, my feelings so pure and natural. I stretched languidly in the bed, smelling the scents of the mountain freshness combined with the pungent scent of last night's activities.
I wondered what had happened to Greg. Like me, on a normal day, Greg is an early riser, so I assumed that he is wandering around the cabin.
I arise, the urgency of my morning erection calling me to the bathroom, and I hurriedly hasten to take care of my needs. Noticing that the shower was still dry, I surmised that Greg must be about the cabin somewhere.
I brush my teeth, and hop in the shower, preparing myself for a new day. Stepping out, I check my beard to see if it needs a trim, and satisfied with its appearance, I move into the bedroom to dress.
Funny I hadn't noticed it before, but there on the dresser was a note, addressed to me. Suddenly, the rosy feeling that I had had turned to gloom as I stared at the message.
My Dear Dave-
Please don't hate me, but I have to go. This is all just a little too overwhelming for me, and it's not fair of me to allow you to invest so much in a relationship that could not be.
I realize that some of the things I said last night may have been misleading to you, and for that I really do apologize, but I'm not gay-I can't be.
If I continue to see you, be with you, in this way, it will not be fair. I don't know what happened here, but it's just not me. I hope that we can get past this, and continue to be friends, if only for the sake of the girls. I'm sure in time you will agree with me, and we will one day have a big laugh out of this.
I called a cab early this morning to take me to the airport. I feel this is best. Forgive me for the cowardly way that I am doing this, but I wanted to save us as much hurt as possible.
Call me, and we'll talk.
Greg-
I read the letter over and over again, my mind finally accepting the circumstances that I am in. As soon as the comprehension of the moment gripped me, I started to tremble, tremble as the dam of tears started to fall from my eyes.
I couldn't believe that I had been so stupid, so taken in by Greg. I couldn't believe I had been so-easy. Women often feel used by men. We are a calloused lot who crush the hearts of women daily. We are bastards. Most women think that anyhow, especially if they are on the receiving end of a 'Dear Jane' scenario, and admittedly, I have been a bastard in the sense of the hunt. Well, now I have finally reaped what I sown, so to speak.
I need a drink. I pour a tumbler of Scotch, tossing in only a few cubes of ice to put a little chill in the beverage. I gulp it down, dribbling over my chest. That only served to increase the flow of tears that were falling down my face.
I was such a fool. I poured myself another glass, and down it just as quickly as I began to throw my things into my truck. I can't stay here. Not with the memories of Greg in every corner, taunting me, laughing at me. He must have gotten a real joke out of the guy he turned faggot. I had his dick up my ass! He made me his bitch, a slut to his dick.
How could he have fooled me so? I am usually a good judge of character, but he totally suckered me.
The sun was beating down now as I carried the last few cases of beer from the cabin. Sure, maybe it was the alcohol that we'd consumed in the first place that had me swooning over that ass. I wanted to hit him!
I wanted to break his fucking neck. I could sympathize with Lorraina Bobick. He needed his fucking dick cut off too! No jury would ever convict me. Women would rally behind me giving me their support for taking one more prick off the market. I check the cabin one more time. Got to drop off the keys at the Rental Office. Whoa! The liquor I had has me woozy. "That was real smart, Dave, drinking on an empty stomach." Maybe I'd better sit down for a few minutes. Leaning my head against the cushion, I doze off to sleep.
The growling of my stomach awakens me. The cabin is dark, night having settled as I slept off the drunkenness of the afternoon. Then reality hits as I remember that I am alone, and I hurry off to the bathroom to pay homage to the porcelain god.
"You're a damn fool," I say to myself, "but it's over. It's over-NOW! No more crying over Greg. If that's the way he want things, then fine. I'll get over it."
Having made my resolve, I wash the foul taste from my mouth. My head is pounding, but I can't stay here at the cabin. I've got to leave. So, locking the door, I get in my car, and leave the beauty of the Adirondack Mountains behind me, and head back to the city.
I arrive at my apartment around ten that morning. Everything seemed so different, yet so familiar. There was evidence of Shelia-everywhere. I couldn't deal with this right now. I crashed across my bed, and was soon asleep.
The sound of the answering machine stirring awakened me from the stupor that I was in. I really didn't feel like talking, so I decided to screen it.
"Dave? Dave? Are you there?" It was Greg. "I really need to see you. I don't like the way we left things. I don't know what got into me. I just need some time-to adjust. We really need to resolve this, you know, before the girls get back. We can just chalk this up to.experimentation. Keep it between the two of us. Give me a call, please."
So that was his problem. Afraid of what the girls would say. I don't give a fuck what they think. And if he thinks I'm calling him back, he's crazy!
Greg was relentless in his calling. Everyday. He called me at work. Continued to leave messages at home on my machine, which I promptly deleted. I really had nothing to say to him.
Shelia and Annette were successful with their case. I waved to Annette as I helped Shelia carry her stuff into her apartment. I had been waiting most of the day for the two of them to drive the two hours from Philadelphia to New York.
"I want to take you out to a real fancy place tonight," I begin, "to celebrate your successful return." I was careful in my wording to keep this conversation as neutral as possible. "I've made reservations at Tavern On The Green; so go get all dolled up. Dinner is at eight. I'll pick you up at 7:15-be ready!" I give her a peck on the cheek, and leave for home.
Tavern On The Green is really a beautiful place, situated in Central Park. It is really an upscale place, where many of the elite of society, as well as those who wish to be seen with the elite of society, dine.
"Shelia, you look so lovely this evening. You are positively glowing," I begin. She did look lovely. The black Vera Wang she was wearing was accentuating every nuance of her body.
"Why thank you, Mr. Welsh. And might I add how dashing you look this evening as well. I do love a man who can wear a tux. Makes me want to rip your clothes off right here and have my way with you. I bet that would create a sensation for the papers tomorrow.
Dinner was delicious, and we danced a few dances to the orchestra that was playing.
We arrived back at her apartment around 12:30. As soon as the door closed, she was all over me, pulling me towards the couch.
"Shelia! Shelia!" I say. "I have to talk with you. And it's serious."
"What's wrong? Are you all right? Are you hurt?"
"No, no, it's nothing like that. I don't know how to say this."
"Then just say it, Dave. Tell me what's wrong!" she demands.
"What's wrong Shelia-is us! Lately I have found myself wishing that I were not in a relationship. I guess I'm still not ready. I mean, if I were serious about this."
"Who the fuck is she?" Shelia screams. "You found yourself a new piece, and now you're dumping me? Me? You motherfucker. Is this what tonight was all about? You trying to ease your fucking conscience?"
"No, that's not it. It's not about you. It's about me (and Greg, I wanted to add). I realize that you have so much to offer that you deserve someone who is going to appreciate it. I'm just not ready to do that."
"Oh Counselor, this is the lamest argument that I have ever heard. Two years of my fucking life you have wasted. Annette was right. You are a sorry motherfucker. Get out! Get out of my fucking house. And don't ever come back."
"I put the things that you left at my place in a box in your office. Anything you find of mine."
"I'll fucking throw in the garbage. Get out!"
"I'm sorry, Shelia, and I hope one day you'll forgive me."
"GET OUT!" she yells, throwing something fragile against the closing door.
I felt good about myself, and at the same time I felt like the worst human being on the face of the earth. I didn't mean to hurt Shelia; I really did like her, and would have wanted to keep her as a friend. But I didn't love her. My weekend with Greg had really awakened a side of me that I didn't know existed. NO, A SIDE THAT I HAD DENIED EXISTED!
In the weeks and months that followed, things got a little easier. I finally managed to quell the inquires of Shelia and my demise. Nosy co-workers, even nosier friends. Greg had been calling, but I really found that I had nothing to say to him. As far as I was concerned, he was in the enemy camp. Besides, even after three months, the pain was still there.
Just when things are getting a little easier-BAM! I should have expected it. Actually, I looked for this to happen a lot earlier.
I'm crossing the lobby of my office building one day, when I hear, "I'm glad to see that you didn't fall off the face of the earth."
"No, the earth doesn't spin fast enough," I answer.
"Can we go somewhere and talk?"
"About what, Greg? What have we to discuss? As far as I know now, you aren't representing any clients that I will come in to contact with."
"This is personal. I don't want to discuss what I have to say here. Why don't we go across the street to the hotel bar, and have a drink?"
I give a reluctant sigh, painfully aware that this moment must happen. We head across the street to the hotel, and order drinks.
Greg takes a hefty hit from his gin and tonic. "Let me begin, and I respectively ask that you allow me to say this before you comment.
First of all, Dave, I want to sincerely apologize for the way I acted that morning. Leaving the way I did-there is not excuse. I don't regret it in the least. I am just weak-scared! I wasn't asleep when you were talking. I heard what you said, about breaking up with Shelia, and I, I, I don't know. I guessed I panicked. Can you understand?"
Greg looked at me expectantly. "Greg," I begin. "It! It! You can't even call it what it was. We made love, Greg. It wasn't an 'It'. I can understand the panic-really! I was feeling panic myself. But I needed your support. Never once did you hear me say that I was going to 'out' you, or myself. I said that I could not be with Shelia any longer. You never asked me what I meant by that statement, you became afraid, and figured that I was going to run to Shelia and Annette and tell them that you and I were sleeping together. Funny thing, maybe we could have taken this to another level, but you didn't give us a chance."
"You're right! You're right! I am such an asshole. Is it possible for us to start over again-as friends?"
I think hard about what he's asking. I know the ball is in my court, but there is still so much that I am having a hard time with. "I'm not sure, Greg. To be honest, this is the moment that I waited for, although I don't think that I could bear what happened in the mountains to happen again. So, if that's what you're seeking, the answer is no.
The other problem I have is your relationship with Annette. What is she going to say when we start to hang out again. And yes, there is the Shelia factor. I'm sure Annette has told you that I'm the biggest asshole in the world because I broke up with Shelia, but I won't keep living a lie. What's going to happen when I find Mr. Right, when I feel comfortable about getting back out there again in the dating scene, will Annette and you be ready to welcome someone else into the picture? Have you really thought about what you are asking? Or about what you'll be getting into?"
"Wow-since we're being honest, I hadn't thought that far. I don't know if I'm ready to start thinking of you with someone else."
"Greg! What do you want from me? You don't want me, and you don't want to see me with someone else? Who the fuck do you think you are?" I ask, anger rising in my voice. "See, this is why I knew this friendship thing was not going to work. Tell you what," I say, rising from the table and tossing down forty bucks, "you have a good life, and I most certainly will. In other words, fuck off!"
I storm out of the bar. I can hear Greg calling me as I near the entrance to the garage. I ignore him as I make my way to my assigned parking space.
"I can't believe you're a fucking faggot, too!"
"Huh?" I say, turning as I approached my car. Suddenly, there is a deafening noise and searing pain as my head explodes. My stomach lurches as I feel nausea overtaking me. Before the bile could rise in my throat, another contact is made as the perpetrator assaults my body. I struggle to see who is my attacker, but my head is reeling from the first hit.
I'm thrown back against my car, my fall causing me to break my wrist as I feel the snap. I holler again with pain, but even the shrill of my cry is muffled to my ears. I roll in a ball, hoping to protect myself with the car.
"I hope you die, faggot," my perpetrator says, before he kicks me in the kidneys and runs off.
"Dave!" Pounding footsteps coming towards me is the last I hear as I slip into unconsciousness.