Surprised

This story includes homosexual sex. If you are underage or do not like the subject, then don't read it.

The story is not autobiographical and is a product of the author's fertile imagination.

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It was later in the Fall and we had been together for several months. Good months. We were at Mark's place in the morning.

"John, have you seen my telephone."

"Oh, I think that you left it at my place yesterday."

"Damn, I'm in a hurry and I need it. That is the 3rd or 4th time in the last week that I have left something there."

"Well I left some documents here the other day and I had to make a quick trip back. And some clothing I needed, another day. But it is getting bothersome. I am also missing calls and my computer is never where I need it. What's the solution?"

"Well, there are two. We stop staying over at each other's places so often or we stay in one place only. Both major changes.

"One means less time with each other and the other means moving in together and lots of time together. And the problem with the second is?"

"Well, seeing less of each other is not good." He paused looking puzzled. "But moving in together? That, that is a big move.... I, I, I don't know."

I looked at him my mouth open and speechless. He looked at me, shrugging his shoulders. His face was absolutely inscrutable. I think that my face sagged and I didn't know what to say. We looked at each other. He finally broke the silence.

"Remember what I said a few months ago." He paused looking steely eyed at me. I looked puzzled because I was. I shrugged my shoulders. "Payback would be unexpected and ruthless. Gotcha."

I won't repeat my words but I chased him around the apartment and eventually tackled him in the bedroom, his plan I think. He reminded me that he was in a hurry. I asked if I should stop. He smiled a wicked smile that said he would just have to hustle even harder later. Then he asked if a quicky would be alright. No details but we took off enough clothes and opened enough zippers; it was passionate and we laughed a lot. It was a quicky but was it memorable. Later, when we got our breath back, we said that we would figure the options for moving into one place.

It turned out that his place was bigger and I would sublet in the winter. In the spring, we would look for something bigger. I moved in slowly over the next couple of weeks but couldn't face subletting just before Christmas. More practically, some important people didn't know about our relationship. So I had all my calls forwarded to my cell or left on the answering machine which I checked twice a day, remotely. I collected mail often. I gave several people Mark's number for emergencies, selectively forgetting to tell them whose it was.

Autumn slowly turned into late November and decisions had to be made about Christmas. We decided that we would go to the other's company Christmas party. His was easy. He was out to all and so no problem. I was out to no one at work so that caused a lot of discussion and thought.

"John, don't down play it. It is a big decision."

"But it will come out at some time. Maybe a few drinks and a festive mood and it will be less dramatic."

"Don't kid yourself. A young but senior lawyer with a male partner. It will be the talk for days if not weeks but you may be right, there are a lot of distractions. You are going to get some negatives. Your decision."

"Mark, I would like to invite you to my office Christmas party. I reserve the first, fast dance with you. We'll wait for later in the evening for the sexy, slow dance." He smiled nodding his head.

"I accept. A word of advice. Let a couple of your closest colleagues know in advance. They will feel good that they were told and they may help ease the way. Just a thought. You will certainly get an early reaction."

We decided on a small party at our place for our closest friends who knew about us. New Years was still up in the air. There just remained Christmas with the families. We had skirted the issue. I remembered the promise he had made to me. Only I was to bring up the visit to the family. Was he ready? Was I?

I started. "Now my time to see if you scare easily. Oh, I remember the promise you made months ago. Do we meet the parents?" He bellowed with laughter; he admitted that he had been waiting. I punched him in the arm.

There was discussion. Christmas Eve at my parents and Christmas dinner at his or vice versa. Would we sleep over at one of the places? No decisions were made. He looked at me, "But we are going to meet the parents, right?"

"Yes. That's progress, I didn't break into a sweat or have a panic attack. Come here big guy." We kissed tenderly. "Mark, will you come with me to Mom and Dad's soon and let them know. Your parents should at least be easier."

I got us an invitation for the next weekend. We dressed casually but sharply. Mom and Dad were great hosts and they were truly happy to see the two of us. We had drinks and I went to help Mom in the kitchen and Mark stayed with Dad watching some hockey. Mom and I brought out some hors d'oeuvres. We turned off the TV. We talked for a while.

I decided that it was time. I would have to make it up as I went along. I started out lightly. "We have some important news. I have moved into Mark's place." Light but still, it was a conversation stopper.

"I hope neither of you are having money problems." That was Dad. I nodded no.

"You can both save some money and cook for each other." Mom. I nodded yes.

"Mark, it is lucky you have a two bedroom condo. I guess you lose your study." Dad

Here I go, I thought to myself. "No Dad, that is the big, rather surprising piece of news, unexpected really." I paused. Dad looked at me quizzically. My mind was processing frantically. " Didn't really know how to tell you. It is a two bedroom apartment but the study is going to stay a study."

Have you ever been in a room where there was complete silence while people you love try to figure out something important. The silence really is deafening. I was surprised how calm I was. I could only think, committed, I am half way there. I think my blood pressure went up a lot.

Dad was great. He had a trace of a surprised smile. "Two single beds or kingsize?"

"Kingsize dad, it's comfortable for two. I know; I have been there for a few weeks and on and off for several months." Mom was watching us like a tennis match, head going from one to other.

Mom finally found her voice. "You mean ...."

"Yes Mom, my best friend and I have become partners. Believe me I am as surprised as you."

Dad and Mom were speechless for what felt like a long time. Probably only10 or 15 seconds but an eternity. Dad gave me a questioning and surprised look. Mom gained her speech and became more vocal.

"I knew I had noticed a difference in you. You have seemed so much more happy and settled." Mom. "Mark get over here." He got up and Mom gave him a huge hug and a kiss.

"Son, I don't think that I have ever been as surprised in my life. I never saw it coming. John, all the girlfriends! I guess there is a story for another time. Well, at least I know that I have always liked my son-in-law, a lot." He got up, shook Mark's hand. "Ah, what the hell." He gave him a bigger hug than Mom had.

"What about me?" I whined. They all laughed. Mark sauntered over and hugged me, "That went easier than we expected." He was replaced by Mom and then Dad.

"You know I think I need a double. Anyone else need more." That was Dad. We all did and we laughed.

I was in the staff area at work with two of my closest colleagues, lawyers who had come into the firm within a year or so of me. We were just relaxing talking about everything under the sun. We got to talking about the staff party coming up. Maybe this would be the time to start the ball rolling.

"Well, John, what surprise have you got lined up for the Christmas party. You always have someone different but always hot." That was Jason my closest colleague.

"Yeah, I really liked the blond last year. That dress she wore. How did you get it off her after the party." That was Scott another of my friends at work. They were both married to very attractive women and seemed happy.

"I didn't have to. She did a strip tease in my living room. She was hot. Actually, I have a hot one lined up for this year. It is really going to cause tongues to wag for a long time."

"I can't imagine. Come on, she cannot be that incredible. Last year's will be hard to beat. Ah, you bachelors think that you have all the fun." Said Jason.

"Guys can I tell you something that you will keep secret until I tell you that you can spill it?"

"Intrigue, I love it. The boss's daughter?" Asked Scott.

"Guys this is really going to get the gossip mill going and going. You are going to be more than surprised." I had their attention. It seemed the right time, thanks for the idea, Mark. "My date is really hot but won't really turn you guys on but it may the ladies." Their looks of puzzlement were real. "If I do say so myself, Mark is one of the most striking men you will meet and you will really like him."

They looked at me, figuring that I was having them on. Jason looked at me. "Come you can stop with the games. You with a man at the party? Yeah and the sun is not going to come up tomorrow either. What is she like?"

"I told you that you would be more than surprised." I paused and looked at them. They both had frowns on their faces. "Unexpected? You bet. We have been together for months and started living together in late November. If you were to check the new emergency number I gave the firm, you would see that it is the home phone of Mark Johnston."

"Come on enough is enough. Your date bailed and this is a cousin from out of town." I shook my head, no.

Jason looked me straight in the eye. "This is going to be more than just another topic of gossip. This will.... I'm not sure what it is going to do. Do you really want to go through with this? I nodded yes. Jason recovered first. "Surprised isn't the word. Shocked has bad connotations. Never would have guessed. John if you are happy then I am really happy for you. Congratulations, I really mean it. Can I tell Sandra." I asked him to wait for a week.

Scott looked a little less enthused. "Are you going to dance with him?" I nodded yes. "Shit, John, don't get me wrong but I just don't get being gay. You?"

"What's to get. You know that I have dated endless women. Mark is the first person that I have had a deep connection with sexually and mentally." I paused. "I saw that look when I said sexually. Sex is sex. It is private, passionate and messy in any form. You do things with that person that you do with few people or no other person. It is one of the central parts of our being. Can you image not having sex?" I paused, again looking him squarely in the eye. I let it sink in. "Can you imagine never making love to Cathy because people said that it was wrong or that they didn't understand it? I don't even know if I could have this kind of relationship with anyone but Mark. I just know that he completes me."

Scott looked as if I had said things he had never thought of. He was a quick study."Wow, counsellor, quite a speech. You are right. Why should I care? My apologies. I mean this. I add my congratulations to Jason's. What can we do to help? This will be big. You need a strategy!" We discussed it and my two buddies and I worked out a game plan.

"Can I ask a final favour? Can we sit with you and your wives? It's not an infectious disease. You are going to really going to like Mark as a person." They grinned and agreed to run it past their wives but said that they doubted any problems.

We decided to go to Mark's parent's place. The next Sunday. I often find that the difficult situations are the most unexpected ones. We thought Mark's parents would be a breeze. How about gale force winds?

Mark tried the same thing that I had done with my parents. He announced that I had moved into his place. The event went in a different direction right at the start. War plans only last during the first battle, if that.

Mark's father looked at me and said, "You do know that my son is a homo?" I could see Mark tense up.

"Yeah, I still kind of like him. Have for years."

"But don't you know that people will assume that .... You know."

"Maybe I don't care. Mark has always been my best friend. Mr. Johnston, I think that I had better not go on this way. The truth is ...."

Mark barged in. I guess he felt that it was his responsibility. We might have a discussion about that later. "Dad, John and I have become very close in the last months and we are actually living together as partners."

Things did not go well after that. First, there was a look of incomprehension, then the little look of disgust and finally, the almost gritting of teeth. It was obvious that as long as they were not confronted with his orientation and didn't have to deal with it, things were sort of OK. Sort of a civilian form of the American, Don't ask, Don't tell policy. Mrs. Johnston looked really stressed and without speech.

"Dad, I can't believe that I am hearing this after all these years. I assumed that you accepted me for who I am."

"Well, it is disgusting, immoral and against church teaching. I believe in family values."

I jumped in because I knew that Mark was ready to explode hearing words like church teaching and family values, not to mention disgusting and immoral. "We didn't want you to find out by rumours and we actually came over to see if I could join Mark and you for Christmas. Mark is here every Christmas and he wants me to join him and his family at this time. We are trying to make it so that we can join each family for part of Christmas. My folks have already invited us for any time when we set up times and dates with you. I know that Mark wants to see you people, his brother and sister and all the nephews and nieces. That to me is family values." I stopped, thinking, please Mark don't say anything. I must admit that I was very surprised at his father's outburst to me and to his son. His response surprised me even more.

"We'll have to think about this, my wife and I and talk to his brother and sister."

"I guess we have our answer. Let's go Mark."

For the first time, his mother spoke up. "But you were coming for supper."

I broke in quickly. I held back no punches but I was civilized. Looking Mr. Johnston straight in the eye, I said in an even voice. "I think after the blunt statements of your husband, I don't think that is a good idea." I held up my hand to stop her. "Disgusting, immoral are pretty difficult words to be labelled. Perhaps, some time will soften them." Always a good tactic to establish who the guilty party is. I stood up, pulled Mark up and propelled him to the door.

We sat in the car. There were tears in his eyes. "John, thank you. I see why you are such a good lawyer. It would have gotten irreparable if I had stayed and you had let me say anything." He reached over and kissed me.

We got back to our place. I sat Mark down and got us a couple of good scotches.

"John, I am so sorry that happened to you. You were fantastic." He looked like a lost boy and I decided yet again that I really liked this man. I put our glasses down and gave him a kiss that would set a fire burning. He tried to talk but I stopped that with another kiss and undid his shirt and almost tore his t shirt off. I was so turned on by him that my eyes were smouldering.

"Mark, you are so god damn sexy and desirable, there are times when I cannot contain myself." I had his pants open and his cock in my mouth before he knew what I was doing. I circled the head with my tongue. I sucked. I licked. I had his balls totally wet. I stood up and did a strip tease. He finally succumbed by taking his pants off and spreading his legs wide and gently touching himself, taking in my body. His legs were spread wide. I could see his balls hanging down from his hard, red cock and the lovely hair on his legs. I don't know why but seeing him exposing himself like that was erotic as hell. "Hands off, that is my job." We both smiled. "So big guy how do you want this to finish? Your call."

He got up and kneeled in front of me. Mark was good. It felt sometimes as if there was a vacuum on me and other times it was gentle yet so electric with his tongue and soft kisses all over my cock, balls and legs. His finger eventually was in me and that had me moaning. He stopped and I protested. He stood up and told me to wait. He came back with the lube. He got behind me and manoeuvred me to the dining area. He sat down and lubed me up and then applied a lot to his cock. He had me face him. I guided him to my hole and slowly sat on him as he slowly circled the head of my cock with his fingers. For a while, I just sat on him feeling him deep inside me. I knew that it would just make him harder and more erotically charged. His frustration won out as I felt him start to make small thrusts. I started to move up and down. He pulled my head down and we kissed, a mouth invading kiss. His hands were everywhere. This was not going to last a long time. I finally yelled with passion as I started to unload literally litres of cum. That sent him over. I could feel him pulsing in me and there was a look of rapture on his face. He stopped breathing for a while and ended breathless.

He eventually he came out covered in cum while large amounts leaked out onto his legs. He looked at me. "Stupid bastard, messy yes, disgusting no. I remember you recounting your talk with Scott; private, passionate and messy. You are a wise man. You turn me on and heal me like no one else that I have met. John, I love you."

"I realized this afternoon that I wanted to protect you from that form of stupidity. He'll never know that he has shown us the strength of our relationship. I love you with all my heart." We kissed. "Strange but it almost sounds like wedding vows." I let him know it was a joke. For long after, I could still feel that he had been in me; there was a tingling inside my canal, a tenderness caused by his stroking in and out when I flexed the muscles and an emptiness. It felt so good.

Later that evening the telephone rang. Mark picked up. It was Susan, Mark's sister. "High Susie. You want this on speaker phone?"

"Hi, John." I shouted my hello. "First, surprise and then absolute pleasure. The pieces all fit together. My stupid brother has been in love with you for years. He has good taste in men. Dad got an earful from me. In fact, my final words were that if you guys were not invited, then Christmas dinner was at my house with you guys. He could decide if he and Mom wanted to come. That got the wind up his ass. By the way, Philip is listening to this and says that he is behind me a 100%. He sends his surprised best wishes. So John, how long have you been queer?" I yelled that I was just queer for her brother and that he had seduced me in the summer. There were laughs all around. "Well, just use a big stick to keep him in line."

"Yeah, I did that this afternoon after our visit with the local redneck." There were roars of laughter. Marks just shook his head as he laughed.

"I like this new side of John. Phil tries that on me once in a while as well. Always works on us Johnstons." I heard Phil say that it was more than once in a while. More laughter

"Susie, you are always raunchy. Thanks for the support. I feel a whole lot better. Let me know the time and place when all is decided. Mom might phone but I know that Dad won't. We can managed with all you guys there. We are looking forward to time with your rug rats, maybe some skating with them in the holidays while you and Phil have some time with the big stick."

"Oh you are talking my language. Talk to you soon. Bye John. Love you both."

When the telephone rang later that night, I answered. You never know what you are going to hear. "Hey, queer boy, how's it hanging? I hear you gave Dad a good earful today. He was not impressed; I was and he is now. Well done. Dinner is at their place, arrival around 4 pm." We talked for a bit and then I gave the phone to Mark.

He had a glow when he was finished. I knew what was coming. I hadn't really cleaned up because I like second times as much as he did. I could still feel his earlier invasion; it turned me on. I was already partially lubed. When he entered me again, it was squishy, noisy and so erotic. This time he was slow and romantic. We fell asleep totally contented. We were both late for work the next morning as it turned out third times are even more rewarding especially as I was wielding the big stick this time. Well you have to have variety.

Mark's party was a blast from start to finish. Mine was one of those lifetime events. It started at the office on the day of the party. At about 4 in the afternoon, I got Jason and Scott together.

"OK guys, I am leaving you can start the rumour mill." Mark was right; they looked pleased to have been part of the plan. As I was leaving, I bumped into Marthe, my other close colleague.

"Well, have you another gorgeous date lined up for tonight? The one last year was a bomb shell."

"Yeah, I have one this year that will get the tongues wagging."

"Let me guess. Gorgeous, busty with a nice full ass. Blonde?"

"Well, I would describe my date as quite good looking, well defined and a fine ass. Light brown hair. Hot. You will like my date!"

"Intriguing. I can hardly wait."

"I want to know if you agree with my description. Remember tonight, that I said that I was having a little fun with you." She gave me a strange look. We left together.

Mark and I decided on the smart open shirt with tie look. We had some really nicely tailored dress pants for the holiday season. He looked smashing. I admit that as we entered the party, I was nervous. We checked our coats and headed for the room. I said hello to a number of people I knew. My smile was a nervous phoney. I noticed the looks. Some were cordial, some surprised. I noticed at least one younger lawyer talk to his date and shake his head with a look of mild disgust. I knew that I wouldn't win them all. The first person that I met, who I really knew well, was Marthe. She looked at me and then at Mark. There was a long pause. Then a huge rolling laughter.

"Marthe, my date, Mark."

"Menteur, Menteur, Menteur (Liar, Liar, Liar. Marthe was french speaking)."

I shrugged my shoulders and looked at her with a question in my face.

"He is not good looking, he is spectacular, he is not just well defined he is stripable and his ass is not fine, it is breath taking. You did get the hair right and I do like your date. He is hot, you dog. I'll pay you back for the deception sometime. You are gong to have to fill me in with the details of how and when you switched sides." She came over and gave me a loving hug and gave Mark kisses on each cheek in the French style. "Mark, welcome to our party. Enjoy yourself. This is going to be a party to remember."

Mark loved every minute of it. We drifted through the crowd with lots of looks, direct and surreptitious. The tongues were wagging. I found our table with Scott and Jason and wives. They all had broad smiles of welcome. We drank and we chatted. I got up to circulate and went from table to table. I noticed that Mark was talking to Marthe. He stopped to chat to anyone who spoke to him. He gave them his total attention and his warm smile. I noticed that he stopped with a couple of guys who I am sure were gay; they worked in our computer department. He seemed to know one of them. Mark seemed to be having a great time, typical.

When I got to our two most senior, founding partners, Derek looked at me and said, "Why is it that the unexpected things always come from the quiet, serious ones?" I laughed.

"I never saw myself that way but OK."

"How long?" He pointed at Mark.

"Since the summer. Off and on at first and then living together for over a month. I decided that this would be the easiest way to let the news out. A few drinks, the holiday mood, light and easy."

"As always, a man of good judgement. I must say your partner is no shrinking violet. He is circulating like a pro."

"Wait until the dancing starts!"

"I can hardly wait. Nicely done, John. Thanks for the trust in us."

Dinner was served; there was clean up and set up of the band. We were talking to Marthe and Mathieu when the music started. It was loud and difficult to talk. When the first piece ended, they started with the same tune that Robert and I had first danced to. I looked at Mark, he looked at me, letting me know it was my choice.

"Let's all go, Mark and I are going to dance." It was even better than Robert and I had danced. I was with Mark amongst my friends. We moved like one; it was fast and intricate. It was electric. When we finished, I grabbed his hand and just looked him in the eye. "At some time, ask me for all the reasons that I love you." The music started up and Marthe came over to ask Mark for a dance. I jokingly told Mathieu that it would be probably not be wise for me to dance with him. He laughed but put on a dejected look. I broke up. I asked Cathy, Scott's wife. She was delighted as Scott was a notorious non dancer. We had a lot fun. A slow dance started. I took Cathy back to the table and took Mark away from Marthe. She smiled. We didn't dance too close or do things that would scandalize anyone but there were looks. I didn't care, neither did Mark. We danced off and on all night with each other and with single or married women. We circulated. Mark was his usual charming self.

There was only one incident that I was involved in. Scott and I were at the bar and a support staff guy came up. He actually bumped me a bit but I put steel in my legs and returned the bump with an innocent sorry.

"I just don't get the gay shit." He had had a lot to drink. In vino veritas (in wine, truth).

I turned to Scott. "Scott, give him the sex is sex talk." He gave me the most wonderful smile. Scott did and even elaborated as I got the drinks.

"Oh are you a homo too?" The drunk's repartee was brilliant.

"Come on over and I'll introduce you to my wife so that, when you think of me having sex tonight, you can have a total picture." The guy said that he didn't want to think of him having sex. "Then don't bother thinking about my buddy either then." The guy staggered away. One of the high points of the evening.

I couldn't help myself; there were only a few of us left. A lot of them were my good colleagues and most, in a romantic mood. We danced closely and slowly, heads on shoulders, hands tightly around our backs and waist. As I lifted my head, Mark did too. I raised my eyebrows and gave him a kiss. It wasn't long or invasive but a romantic end to a romantic night. Marthe was looking at me when we broke the kiss. She said something to Mathieu. He looked at us and gave Marthe the most erotic kiss I have ever seen. I nudged Mark to look. A bond was formed between the four us that would blossom into friendship, I was sure.

That night we made romantic love. It was just oral. We went for a long time bringing the other to the edge and then relaxing. We talked. We were noisy at times. A few times, we just looked at other. When we finally sensed that a spectacular climax awaited us. We put fingers inside of each other for a minute just moving in and out over the button. We finally put mouths on each other. I think we lasted less than two minutes. With the incredible intensity, electricity flowing in my groin, I don't how I managed but I did what I love doing. I didn't swallow and there was a lot. It turned out that he did the same. I don't know why the kiss that followed was so satisfying and erotic. I guess it is the taste of a loved one, the intimacy of sharing something that you share with no one else is part of it. Maybe I am just kinky. I think that the kisses lasted much longer than the climax.

The fallout came over the next days at work. Mostly good. I had a lot of comments from male and female about how warm and engaging Mark was. I had a few thumbs up and couple of congratulations with the comment that took nerve. There were a few guys who were obviously avoiding me. But there was one that surprised me and made me pleased for my actions. A young lawyer, Graham, who I knew in passing, passed me in the hall, stopped, searched for words and almost apologetically asked if we could go for lunch. I was free that day so off we went.

After we settled and ordered, his first words struck my heart. "Thanks, John, for the courage to come out, like that. I so admire you."

"Graham, I am lucky. I have a wonderful partner and family who support me totally."

"Wonderful partner? John, excuse me he is gorgeous and so intelligent. I talked to him for a few minutes. You are so lucky."

"I think that you want to tell me something."

"John, I don't know what to do. I had a few furtive, anonymous liaisons in my last year of University and even more clandestine ones in law school. I come from a small town where everyone knows everyone's business. I am sure that I am gay but have no idea what to do. Isn't that sad for a guy who placed very high in his law class?"

My mind was processing, looking at what to say, options of what to do. I suddenly knew. "Excuse me Graham. Are you busy Friday or Saturday night?"

"John, I am open any night." It was said with humour but it was dark and depressed.

I picked up my super smartphone and dialled Mark. "Hey, big guy." He said something to me. "Don't say things like, I'll lose my train of thought." I chuckled. Graham had a wonderful smile. "I am at lunch with a colleague, Graham, who you met at the party. Yeah, that's him. He needs to go dancing with us on Friday or Saturday." I paused to listen. "OK, you got it. I'll put you on speaker phone." Mark did remember him. He had said that he looked a bit lost at the party and that he got from my tone that he needed our help.

I put him on speaker phone. "Hi Graham, you're the guy with the beautiful dark blue shirt, good fit by the way, and matching tie that I talked to at the bar." Graham looked pleased that he was remembered. "Get your dancing shoes on. Be at our place on Friday night at 8 pm. for a drink and a chat and we'll show you the town. Hey, lover, see you at the restaurant at 6. Gotta run, meeting in 10 minutes and I have a couple of things I have to do. Bye."

There was a wonderful smile from Graham with the word lover, knowing Mark he used it on purpose. It lightened our conversation and it lasted for the rest of the meal.

We phoned around to let the guys know what we were doing. On Friday night we had a drink and chatted with Graham. We gave him the same drill that Mark had given me so many months ago. We stressed that he didn't have to do anything and he could ask a guy to go for coffee, a movie or a drink. He didn't have to go home with anyone. We warned him about Ben. Any problem with a guy, he was with me or Mark. But, I reminded him to remember to always be prepared, Boy Scout style. He said yes, Dad and touched his wallet. He blushed. He really was cute.

He looked a little shell shocked when we went into the club but the guys' welcome had the same effect as it had had on me. The guys dragged him up to dance. He was a good dancer. Robert asked him several times and towards the end of the evening, they danced a lot.

"John, do you mind?" Robert said looking at Graham.

"Robert, he is an adult. He feels that he is gay. You and he can make any plans you want."

"John, I'll be careful. Actually, he asked me out for coffee. I like that. I know that this is early and he is fragile." I gave Robert a big hug. I hoped that my boy was launching.

A few days later, our party went well. It was a mixture of gay, straight singles and married couples. We had decided that we would find friends where we could. Marthe and Mathieu were for me, our soul mates and special guests. I was right; a bond had been formed. The same was true of Jason, Scott and wives. Robert was just special and he brought a guy that he had danced with a few times at the club. We celebrated our success later that night, several times.

Christmas Eve and Christmas Morning were fun. My sister and brother had the same attitudes and outgoing personalities as Mark. There was lots of fun and love. We did sleep over. We slept in my bed and made love late Christmas Eve and early Christmas morning. Somehow it was special.

On Christmas Day, later in the afternoon, Mr. Johnston received us with cold civility. I had decided that he didn't like being successfully defied and told off. Mrs. Johnston was the opposite. At one point, very early on, she found me in the kitchen and warned me that if I called her Mrs. Johnston one more time there would be big trouble. I asked what was it to be? Barb or Mum. I asked what Mr J would think. She looked at me with narrowed eyes and said that he was being an idiot. She had told him that Mark was her son whom she loved and his partner was going to be treated as a son-in-law by her. I called her Mum and gave her a big kiss. I did notice narrowed eyes when I asked Mum to pass the gravy during the meal. But narrowed eyes were matched by small smiles on Susie, Doug and of course, Mark. We played games with the kids. Went out and played ball hockey with the kids and adults. It was one of the nicest Christmases that I had had in a long time. This was my definition of family values. We still had some issues to work out with Mr. J.

We had options for New Years as it turned out. We could share New Years at Robert's with a few close friends of his and guys that we danced with at the club or we could share it with Jason, his wife and friends, some from the office. Mark warned me that Robert's friends would probably be wild. I got the picture quickly that he painted in very few words.

"Will you be alright with that? We have a lot to celebrate if we just stay by ourselves?" We ended up with a compromise. We would spend the first part at Jason's house and then go to the other party. We actually had a great time at Jason's. We were the only same sex couple and absolutely no one made me or Mark feel awkward. We drank, chatted and danced. There were hugs and regrets from several people as we left. We really didn't want to leave.

Mark tried to prepare me for the party at Robert's. We had agreed that if things got too raunchy, we would exit quietly. We arrived at 11:15. The party had obviously moved on without us. Robert answered the door with his shirt open and with his arm around Graham. First surprise. Graham had had a bit to drink but was not drunk. He had a wide smile on his face. They welcomed us in.

I looked at Graham and gave him a big hug. "I'm so happy to see you here. This makes me really glad that I came." It turned out, he had been there a lot of the day helping Robert set up. Interesting.

"John, I am so glad I talked to you." He gave me a hug and light kiss on the cheek. Maybe he had had more than I thought.

Quite unlike the party we had just left. There was the smell of marijuana, booze, male sweat and I guess testosterone. We did go around to say hello to friends but the chatting part of the party was long gone. There were guys dancing, many with shirts off. There was very obvious groping and touching. There was a couple in the corner obviously stoned with hands in each other's crotches. We got some drinks and started to dance. Mark kissed me.

"Are you OK?"

"A little shell shocked but OK. Interesting, though. Graham was a surprise."

"It will get more ...."

"I figured."

We danced and chatted with Robert and Graham but their minds were elsewhere. We sat down and Mark put his arm around me. We both laughed. We started to kiss. It got more and more erotic. We danced again. I have to say it was putting me in the mood.

Robert announced that it was close to midnight. On the stroke, we toasted and kissed. Robert kissed me. Graham put his arms around me and gave me a quick kiss on the lips and whispered a thank you in my ear. He turned to Mark and kissed him on the lips and I heard him say thanks as well. A few minutes later, I excused myself and went to the washroom. It was clear that midnight had been the bewitching hour. Everyone had waited. I found a couple down the hall with no shirts and pants to their knees. They were fisting each other. When I came out, one was sucking the other very enthusiastically. He was obviously doing a very good job if the look on the other guy's face meant anything.

"You arrived with no mishap?"

"I got some ideas for later."

"Lover, you don't need any ideas. You can outdo anyone here." I looked at him with astonishment. The kiss was very romantic. We danced again. OK, I was hard. So was Mark.

There was a noise in the corner of the room. Good lord, the two stoners were at it. The big one was mounting the other one. I was surprised at how erotic I found it; they were good looking guys performing live porn. We looked at each other.

"Mark, I need you so badly, let's go."

"You know, I have had almost nothing to drink and I almost feel high knowing what we are going to be doing in the next while." In the spirit of this party, I kissed him and used my fingers to rub the outline of his very stiff cock in his pants. "You never cease to amaze me." He whispered in my ear.

We got our coats from the bedroom. There was couple on the floor. Nice ass, I whispered to Mark. It was being caressed by the guy who he was fucking. We saw Robert and Graham standing in the kitchen kissing, no, making out. They were body to body and their hands were all over each other, including between their legs. Graham was obviously not a novice. They didn't see us; we decided not to say good night. We would phone Robert later tomorrow to thank him for the party. From the look of the kiss and the hands, it looked as if Graham would have a place to sleep tonight. Probably not much sleep. They had gone beyond going for coffee. I really hoped that this worked for the both of them. Papa felt happy.

We were like two kids on the street. High from the evening, not the grass or the alcohol. No, high from each other. We pushed, we shoved, we laughed and joked. In the middle of the street, Mark stopped and kissed me. A car drove by honking its horn. We laughed like kids.

It changed when we hit our place. We shed our outerwear. Mark held me out from him with his arms, looking at me. "John, I cannot believe this. It must be a dream." I smiled shaking my head no. The kiss was romantic. We explored each other gently. It was all the more erotic. I understood the connection between love, commitment and sex. I showed him with my lips and tongue.

"I want to watch you undress. You and your body turn me on. I get the right to interrupt once in a while. I am going to put on a piece of music." I put on Scheherazade by Rimsky-Korsakov. He smiled when he heard the first notes. He knew the story, the rhythms and the score. I sat on the couch.

Standing there, he looked like a beautiful statue. He looked at me quizzically but took off his tie. Then his shirt. His chest was magnificent in the low light of our living room. I had him turn around 360 degrees like a model. I got up and ran my fingers through the hair. I pulled it. His eyes became unfocused. I thought, just wait. I fingered his nipples and then licked them. When I bit them he moaned and cursed. His pants were tented. I smiled. He promised payback. I said that I could only hope.

I sat back down. He undressed slowly. Shoes, socks very slowly, staring me in the eyes, smouldering by now. Turned his back to me, pants down over his ass, then one leg at a time. His underwear just pulled below his ass. Magnificent ass with just enough hair to be manly and turn me on. Slowly turning around, the magnificent erection hidden but obvious behind the fabric. The telltale damp spot. I couldn't stop moving my legs in and out, making my balls and cock more and more stimulated and aroused. He smiled knowing my discomfort. When he was naked, I could only marvel that Mark was mine. It thrilled me. I told him to come to me. I just lightly fingered him. Up and down his erection, like a feather over his balls and down just below them. On his legs, just touching the hair. I turned him around. Just barely touching his cheeks and even more lightly up and down his crack. Less was more.

He turned and leaned over me and the tempo changed. He took my tie and shirt off. No wasted time. He pulled my chest hair and bit my nipples. I yelled. He undid my belt and fly. As I raised myself, he pulled my pants and underwear down. He took off my shoes and socks and got rid off the pants.

He spread my legs wide apart. I felt open and vulnerable. Scheherazade was playing a very loud, rolling, rhythmic section. In one motion, he had my erection totally down his throat. I could feel his nose in my groin. He went up and down to the rhythm. I yelled my pleasure. He came up smiling. He slowly and deliberately pulled me down and forward and slowly put a finger in his mouth. I could see the wetness on it. In one fast movement, it was inside me massaging my prostate. He literally had to hold me still. His mouth was on me again and his nose in my groin. His mouth and finger went up and down, in and out, to the rhythm to the music. I don't know when the other two fingers went in but they did. I was beyond coherent thought.

"Mark get the lube now." He smiled with lust and almost ran back with it. I kneeled on the couch, my hands and chest facing the back of it. His fingers in as they smeared lube into me. I turned to watch him lube himself. As he put himself at my entrance and lay with his weight on my back, I kissed him.

"Mark, don't go slowly. I want you in you fast and hard. Do it." He grabbed my erection and as he stroked me, he plunged in. "Take me; I am yours tonight. Don't hold back." It was stronger than usual. He kept going for a long time. Stopping occasionally to come out to cool off. I am sure that we reached the edge 4, 5 times. I became super sensitive, with a current flowing through me with the music.

On the fifth time out, I grabbed a pillow lay on the floor and put it under me. "I want to see you." I raised my legs and he was in me. Somehow, I have no idea how, as he stroked roughly in and out, he leaned down and he took me in his mouth. It was electric. I raked his back. I massaged his cock with my muscles and managed to get a finger in his hole. He was like a vacuum on the head and I could feel the tingling and electricity start in my balls.

"Mark, do it. Fill me up. Harder. Oh shit Mark, I'm yours." I crooned. My orgasm hit like lightning. I was filling his mouth. I spasmed and I felt him go in deep and hold. One second, four, five and he started in and out again. I could feel the wetness.

"John, you are mine, I'm yours. Oh, it is pain, pleasure like I have never felt." Then he kissed me. He had swallowed none of me. It was in my mouth and overflowing down my face. We panted. We fell on our side with him still in me, looking at each other for minutes.

"Happy New Year?" I said lightly in a quiet voice, with a slight question in my voice. It was the contrast. We started to laugh. It was infectious. We laughed so hard that he came out of me with a plop. We held each other and laughed harder until there were tears in our eyes. We lay on the floor in each other's arms for minutes. He broke the silence.

"Never, have I had it like this."

"Oh I don't know. There was this buxom blond a couple years back." He slapped my ass hard. I slapped him back, just as hard. We rolled around. We play fought for quite a few minutes. We were both hard again."

Mark looked at me. "That is a record even for you. Think you can do me, Tiger."

I gave him my most macho look. He started to laugh but that was cut short. I put two fingers in myself where he had so recently left a lot of himself. They came out covered. They were in him before he knew it. His eyes opened wide, a smile came to his face and eyes. "Bring it on bucko."

"Bucko, Tiger? I'll bucko you." I grabbed the lube and in 10 seconds he was on his back and I was in him.

"John to be gloriously lowbrow, fuck me, fuck me hard. I mean hard, no gentleness." I did. We had made love a few minutes ago with gusto but ... this was hard, lusty, sex with a man, my lover. The contrast to earlier was startling and erotic. He met my hard thrusts with his own hard thrusts towards me. "Tiger, I love you, I love that big cock of yours." I was pounding him. He scratched my back, my ass. It inflamed me. He grabbed my balls and really squeezed. "I said hard. You are being a wimp. Hard!" I bit his shoulder. He grabbed handfuls of hair on my chest and pulled it hard. We didn't fuck, we rutted. I was going faster and pounding into him. No need for edging. This was a second time in just minutes. It took longer. We were two men athletic men using our strength. I yelled and he yelled louder when we came minutes apart. I couldn't believe how strong my orgasm was. I pumped and pumped myself into him. I licked every drop he spewed on his body and fed it to him. We lay there for minutes just holding each other in amazement.

Eventually, our breathing returned to normal. I came out. I pulled him up. I pulled him into me. We kissed. He stood back. "It's not possible. You cannot be hard again or is it still?"

"I'm with you. Anything is possible."

"If you can, go for it." I did.

His last words as we lay satiated, "Bloody amazing. I would have said that it was not possible. You my lover are the find of my life and it is not just the sex. It is the package."

"I wish that I had been the one to say that first." I whispered in his ear, before we drifted off.

"Sometimes you are a little slow." He turned my head to let me see that he was smiling. "Lover, you say it everyday in your actions."

I had to wipe the tears from my eyes as I drifted off.

Note:

There is another chapter but it will take a while. Have a wonderful Christmas or holiday if you are not of that persuasion and a truly great New Year.

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.

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