Surprised

This story contains homosexual acts. If you are underage or don't like it, then do not read it.

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

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I woke up earlier than I thought I would on New Years Day. Neither Mark nor I had drunk very much New Years Eve; so any fatigue would be the late hour to bed or the very active end to our evening. I could still feel the physical effects of the activity as I moved in bed. I looked at Mark still asleep. He never ceased to draw me in. He was asleep. His hair was messy and he had stubble. He looked so young and vulnerable. Right. This was the guy with whom I had had the most passionate sex in my life last night. Just remembering it made me start filling out. He had that effect on me. I started to get out of bed carefully.

"Where do you think that you are going?" He turned with sleep in his face and voice. I saw the smile. "Come here. I have to give my incredible lover a New Years morning kiss. It was gentle and loving. But it did have an effect on him and me.

"Didn't get enough last night, Big Guy?" I looked at his wonderful lean body.

"Tiger, to misquote you. With you, never."

We both decided to get up. We used the bathroom together and then went to have coffee and some food. The trouble was that we did it without clothes, lightly touching each other as we moved about. We sat at the table with our feet in each others delicate areas. My erection started to hurt. I think that we both decided to let ourselves simmer during the day. It got a bit chilly so I put on a robe. Damn, so did Mark. In the late morning, I decided to phone Robert. He answered on first ring. Wow, awake.

"Hey, Robert. You're awake. I figured it would be a long, HARD night so I called later rather than earlier."

He chuckled. "If I were an American, I would have to take the Fifth."

"It's OK, you can do that in Canada. We just call it something else. Great party. Thanks for the invitation. Enjoyed it."

"When did you leave? You didn't say goodbye."

"Well, we left at about 12:30 and you were quite involved with someone in the kitchen so we decided to call today. By the way, speaking of that, could I speak to Graham for a minute?" There was silence at the other end. Then a burst of laughter.

Still chuckling, "I like your style. Hey Graham someone wants to talk to you."

A hesitant hello came from the phone. "Hey guy. Happy New Year. It was more than good to see you last night."

Sounding relieved, "Oh, John it was really great. We spent the day getting ready and this morning cleaning up. Just a sec, what's that Rob? OK. Rob wants to know if you two want to come over for a late lunch? We have a ton of food left over." Review of data: Graham, there, all yesterday, there, this morning, Rob not Robert, WE have a lot of food. Very interesting. I checked with Mark. We would be there in an hour. I guessed that we simmer for a few more hours.

They had the glow, especially Graham, that Mark and I must have had that morning when Robert had come over to Mark's. I bent to give Robert a New Years hug and whispered, "Yeah, long HARD night and morning." Unfair! I got a punch in the arm, with a guilty smile. One for me.

To Graham, I whispered, "You dog. Dad is proud of you." I got a smile and a blush. Two for me.

We had a great lunch and early afternoon with the guys. We met them in late afternoon for a skate. Mark and I went home refreshed. A really nice start to the New Year. We phoned parents and sat down at 8 pm to do one of my favourite New Years traditions.

If you like music and theatre, then New Years from Vienna with the Vienna Philharmonic is a must. It is on American PBS at 8 pm, January 1, every year. They play in the truly spectacular Musikverein in Vienna. It is decorated in what must be tens of thousands of dollars, if not more, of magnificent flowers. They play basically Strauss waltzes and polkas and the ballet of the Vienna Opera performs numbers in Vienna palaces. They end every concert with the Blue Danube and then the Radetsky March, with the audience, directed by the conductor, clapping in rhythm in the appropriate places. It has been a family favourite for years.

I introduced Mark to it on this, our first New Year together. We sat together on the couch with our bodies just touching. From the opening scenes and music, he sat entranced by the spectacle of this other world. There were the occasional gasps or murmurs at yet another close up of a grouping of flowers or a beautiful pas de deux by young ballet dancers in an opulent room in a palace. But it was the reaction at the end, as the credits rolled to the music that was the climax for me.

"John you have brought so much to my life. Thank you." He paused looking thoughtfully at me. A little mischief was displayed on his face. "I am so glad you broke up with Jen." He paused, "And shared your feelings with me."

I just had to add, "And a thanks to Ben for being the creepy bastard that he is!"

He raised his glass, "To Jen and Ben."

I raised mine, "To you and me."

It was romantic but passionate. We started undressing each other on the couch by taking off our shirts. Mark's chest turns me on and tonight so did his smell. We had showered before skating but we had had been active after that. He licked my nipples and my chest. I returned the favour, only I could smell him when I was at his nipples. I raised one arm over his head. He looked at me.

"John, you know what that does to me."

"Yes, torture. I like it." I smiled.

"Sadist." He tried to look upset. The wicked little grin betrayed him.

He moaned as I licked and pulled the wet hair with my teeth. I had him squirming.

"I think that I would like to try that taste sensation." He did and had me squirming. "Delicious."

We walked each other to our bed and slowly took off each others pants. He held me away from him with his arms and took in my body. He told me to spread my legs. I felt open and even more naked. Under his glaze it was almost intoxicating. He smiled and said that he loved to see me when I was almost red and dripping and huge. I looked down. I was. He knelt down and used just the tip of his tongue to lick the precum off. It was quickly replaced by a large drop as he ran his finger from the bottom to the top of my shaft with his thumb putting pressure on the urethra. That disappeared onto his tongue as well. I pulled him up and grabbed him, hugging and kissing him. I pushed him onto the bed and repeated what he had done to me. We had been simmering all day. The pot was boiling.

Mark had me spread eagle on the bed with his fingers wandering all over me. I was tingling with sensations. "So Tiger, whose on top tonight?"

"No, the question is, who is on top first." I squirmed more from his constant touches. Neither of us volunteered. "I know, let's flip a coin... Do you know what you are doing to me?" His fingers were up and down my crack. He shook his head yes. "You know, we establish what the loser does and then we change places at some point... Mark!"

"You are crafty and kinky." Mark got up to get a coin. What a sight! His erection was swinging from side to side as he walked to his pants. I whistled when he bent over to pick them up. He just shook his head but when he came to the side of the bed with the coin, I quickly moved and took his cock as far as I could into my mouth and throat. I was actually getting very close to all the way. I had had some practice. "No fair, I won't be able to think straight." He firmly pushed me off. He was dripping, sexy as hell. "My rules, if it comes up heads, I'm on top first. Tails and I go to the bottom. Bottom chooses position. Here goes.... Just what I wanted, I'm your bottom man."

He opted for himself on hands and knees to start. I entered him slowly, fondling his cock with one hand and rubbing his chest with the fingers of the other. Once in, I speeded up. I could feel him flex his muscles inside; it was a great ride. Eventually I came out and insisted that it was time to change. He looked huge and felt it too, after last nights events. He was using small strokes just at my entrance and then suddenly plunging in for 3 or 4 long strokes. It had me off balance not knowing what to expect. Suddenly, I heard him mutter, oh damn and felt him plunge all the way and hold. He called out my name and took a few more strokes and came out, covered in cum.

"OK, Tiger. Do your best but I'm on my back. I have to see you." I was so aroused after simmering all day that I plunged in and decided that it was not a time for finesse. I asked for his hands on my balls. The feelings had me reeling. Suddenly, I was over the top, a marvellous climax, calling his name again and again and finally lying on him kissing him, telling him my love.

"Let's sleep. We'll change the bed tomorrow." There was no argument from me.

Going back to work was actually good. We had had a life of play and rest. I still got a good reception, given my outing at the party and it wasn't phoney. Most accepted me for who I was. It is nice that life has good surprises as well as unpleasant ones. I got an email asking me to come to a meeting with the two senior, founding partners. There is always a little apprehension, even when you are confident that you have done a better than good job.

"Good holidays, John?"

"Christmas with the families was what I had hoped for and New Years was a great celebration. Couldn't ask for better. I hope that yours were as wonderful." I looked at both of them. They said the same.

"John, we have been impressed with your work and your style. Your handling of the Christmas Party was in keeping with what we have seen for so long. Matt and I have been throwing around some ideas for expansion for a couple of months and the Christmas Party crystallized an idea." I looked at them expectantly and said that I was gratified to hear what they were saying.

"First, we would like you to have some courtroom experience." I guess my eyes grew larger. "Nothing too big to start but just experience. Secondly, we have realized for a long time that, with changes in the law on same sex marriage and common law arrangements, there is a growing community out there that needs legal services. We would like to establish an area of expertise in the office for that community." I could see where this was headed. But smartly did not interrupt. "We do not want to sideline you or take you away from areas that interest you. We would like to discuss this over the next few weeks. We have no specific plan and we want to form a working group with you as a member to figure out a way to implement this. Comments."

"I want you to know my feelings. I am in a gay partnership. Up to last summer I was heterosexual in all my relationships. My partner and I have made a joint decision to have friends with anyone we meet. Marthe and her husband, we consider very close as are Jason, Scott and wives. We socialize with them. We have friends who are gay and straight. I do not want to be put in only one area of the law in the firm but I am part of the gay community and I have benefited from it. You are right, with same sex marriage and common law arrangements for straight and same sex couples, there will be a need for legal services. We are a good, honest firm and should offer good service to everyone or any group in the city. We should reach out. It would be a pleasure to be on the committee."

"You have already shown why we asked you in for this discussion. You are articulate, thoughtful and not afraid to voice your good judgements. We would like you to think about this and also give us some names of people you think could be helpful in developing an action plan. Is that OK with you?"

"A great assignment for a New Year." Of course, I already suspected that I knew who the actual head of the committee would be so I chose my names carefully: Graham, Marthe, a senior partner and Scott were my suggestions to start the ball rolling.

Mark was excited by my news in all respects: what it meant about my standing in the firm, on both being in court and on the committee. He felt that it was a good objective for the firm and the communities. He had good news. He had been made team head of a large software project that was very important for his firm. January and February were going to be busy.

We had our first pick up hockey game. Phil, one of my friends, had talked to a bunch of us about getting a group together to play some hockey. I don't know how but he got us some times at local outdoor rinks and even one session indoors. The second week of January was cold but we had a great time on the ice. I was in shape but felt rusty; however, I felt at home on the right wing. My backhand was just OK but my slap shot needed some work. Scott, from work, had been very enthusiastic. Mark was really glad to get the chance to sharpen his defence skills again. Robert turned out to be skillful and energetic on the left wing. The surprise was Graham. He had been a goalie in high school and in pick up games at University. We had put together about 12 to 14 guys depending on the day. We celebrated with beers at the pub after our first time out. It was a huge success.

Our next outing happened to be at an indoor rink. Luck was with us. To make a long story short, we were noticed by a guy who was impressed with our energy and skills; he admitted that we needed a bit of polish. He was in a local league of guys like us; a team had folded after Christmas. We were asked to make up a team and take their place. Phil told us the details at the pub on Friday night and there had been a lot of excitement. We needed to get everyone together. Mark suggested that we meet at our place on a day over the weekend when most people could make it. Emails were exchanged and we had 11 guys coming over on Sunday at 5:00 for pizza and beer. Neither Mark not I thought much about it.

There was excitement and energy. We planned and joked. It got raunchy and vocal about people's abilities. We had made some plans and made up some lines. Dave, one my friends, had gone to the bathroom. Now, Dave is a bit of loudmouth and is vocal about what he thinks and feels. He came into the room from the bathroom giving me a very strange look. He stared at me. Some warning signals started to flash in my brain.

"Interesting set up, John!" Conversation didn't stop but it went a little quieter. There was an edge to his voice.

"Yeah, nice place. Small but comfortable" I stopped. I had learned the hard way as a lawyer to never say more than you have to in certain situations. Don't give your opponent anything to get a handle on. Let him find his own way. So in this case, I stopped, smiled and looked at him.

"A little cramped for two." He managed to get out. Was he a little unsure?

"Not really. Easy to keep clean and tidy." Innocuous. I noticed a few eyebrows raised at Dave. I think I saw a head shaking a no at Dave. Messages were being transmitted across the room. I had my foot on Mark's foot applying pressure, leave it to me.

"It is indeed." That was all that Dave could manage. He looked a little surprised and at a loss. Phil spoke up about some hockey matters. Conversation started up. Scott smiled at me. Graham gave me a thumbs up. Mark's leg rubbed against mine.

At one point, I went into the kitchen and Phil followed me in. He looked at me and smiled. "I'll have a word with him. I'll set him straight, well not straight exactly." Big smile. "He has a good heart."

I was chuckling. "Thanks for the support. Are you the only one who has guessed?"

"No, a few of us have figured it. We like your style on and off the ice. Thanks for having us all over. That took some guts."

"It's strange, neither Mark nor I even mentioned it to each other. It just doesn't matter to us anymore. We have lost a few people but we have gained so much from others, like you."

The team lost its first game but we played well. We had fun and we gelled. Dave came up to me after the game and congratulated me on a well played game and thanked me and Mark for having the team over, helping us all to bond. I was impressed with Dave and with Phil.

My committee, I was correct that I would be the de facto head, had come up with a suggested organization, some personnel suggestions and a marketing scheme. Not bad for a few weeks of work. I was doing a lot of reading on courtroom theory, procedure and techniques and same sex law. My first couple of court appearance went well after my nervousness subsided.

Then came my first tough case. A young man, James, had come to the office in a state of agitation, with bruises and a long story of domestic abuse. It came to us, our group, because it was a gay relationship. I got Scott and Marthe with me after I had quieted him down. We documented his story and took pictures of the bruises and scrapes. He didn't need medical attention. He wanted to leave the guy, Jeffrey, but Jeffrey didn't want that. We were able to figure out that Jeffrey had isolated him over a number of months. I got some names and numbers of his friends and had him phone and make arrangements for a few nights.

He got some friends to go with him during working hours the next day to pick up his clothes, personal items and computer. I agreed to come and make an inventory. He had a key and had shown me letters addressed to him at that address so I felt at ease doing it. We made a list of things to do and not do. He was to get a pay as you go mobile phone and not to answer calls on his regular phone. No messages from Jeffrey were to be erased until they were heard and recorded by me. All emails from the guy were to be forwarded to Scott. There was to be no contact with Jeffrey without me being there.

We got his belongings out with no problems. The next day he came in shaken. His voice mail started out conciliatory but became more strident after the discovery of his flight and no answers to his messages. The emails reflected the same trajectory. I booked an appointment for him with a psychologist/consultant trained in this area. What worried James was that Jeffrey knew where he worked. All I could suggest was to arrive and leave at odd, unusual times, preferably with people.

I got a call from the police the next day. Jeffrey had come to his work and when words didn't get him what he wanted, he assaulted James. Luckily there were witnesses with statements now on file. Our recommendation was to press assault charges. James agreed. The police arrested Jeffrey, charged him but had to release him with a warning to stay away. He was let go and eventually initial court dates were set. James and I had to attend the hearing. The judge instructed Jeffrey to have no contact with James.

I was naive. I was unprepared. We were in the foyer of the court building and Jeffrey was there, very angry. He approached us. I stepped in front of James and calmly reminded Jeffrey there was to be no contact by order of the judge. There was a string of abuse and threats to me. I did my best not to react too strongly but to be calm and in control; in retrospect, that may have been a sign of weakness to Jeffrey, not strength. I wasn't prepared. When I didn't move aside, he punched me a glancing on side of my face and then a second blow which hit my shoulder. My martial arts training finally took over. I grabbed his arm as he struck me hard a third time in the ribs. I ignored the flash of pain and grabbed his arm, pulled him past me turning him around with his arm twisted up his back. My knees banged into the back of his knees and he was on the floor, body and face first, none too gently. I was yelling for security. The pain was excruciating but I knew that everything depended on my holding him. Suddenly there were police officers taking over. I blanked out. The next thing I knew there were medics, probing me and asking questions.

"Is my client OK?" James yelled yes, thanks to you. I just gave in to the pain. I don't remember much: questions, answers, instructions to James to call Scott, to call Mark, use the emergency number, get names of witnesses and any videos of the incident. The shot for the pain in emergency was wonderful. I was there in a cubicle for a long time. Eventually, I found out that I was not as bad off as I felt. I joked that that was easy for them to say as I winced. They seemed to appreciate the lightness.

In what seemed like hours, my mother and Mark came into the room. Mark was steaming mad, not at me as it turned out. When he saw me, he stopped in his tracks, looked at Mom and said he hoped she didn't mind. He kissed me and very gently held me. Mom had tears in her eyes. When they finally released me, it was good news. No broken bones, no teeth missing, black eye, swollen cheek, bruised shoulder muscles and very sore, bruised ribs. I made the evening news with footage from phone video cameras. It was incredible publicity for the firm and our new program. Jeffrey was in jail, bravo. Win, win for everybody but me and my body.

I didn't realize what an impression I had made until the entire gang from hockey plus others turned up at the apartment the next evening. There were congratulations, mock offers of a new career in a new protection firm for high profile people etc. The laughing actually hurt but it was worth it.

Dave looked at me. "You have changed all my stereotypes completely, John. You are amazing. First words, is my client OK. You are certifiable."

I looked at him; a crazy idea flashed through my brain. Later I wondered if I was still high on pain medication. "Dave, I have a suggestion. Let's really destroy any vestiges of stereotypes. This goes for all of you. In two weeks, on Friday night, come with Mark and me to the club and go dancing. I guarantee that all stereotypes will go and you will have a fun night that you can dine out on for a long time." I paused looking at them. "Don't look so shocked or negative. Just do it for me." I gave a pathetic, I'm in pain, I need attention look. "Tell you what guys, Mark and I shall be here at 8 pm for drinks and I expect as many as can to come and go with us, especially certain people." I stared at Dave. "I don't want to hear excuses or pitiful stories. I guarantee that you will enjoy yourselves. They have good beer."

I had to deal with Mark's anger first. It was wonderful actually. It was directed at the rules and bureaucracy of the hospital. He had arrived identified himself as my partner and had been refused admittance. I, of course, had not indicated anything to emergency in my fog of pain and then medication; the medication did leave me a bit high. He got my parents and Mom had brought him in. I told him that he would be one of our first clients to whom we were reaching out. I explained the various powers of attorney. He made an appointment with Scott for later in the week.

The Friday night arrived. 6 guys turn up. Graham, Scott, Dave, Phil and two others from the hockey team. We gave them the run down. They had to dance and to expect explicit language. Any persistent advances, they were to walk away or indicate they had a date with Mark or me. Expect to get their asses fondled and don't punch the guy out. We reminded them that the guys at the club won't know that they were straight and they were at a gay club after all. We told them to enjoy our friends. Robert would be there. They were great guys.

We had warned our friends of our little adventure. Little did I know that Robert had his own introduction all planned. All the guys but especially, Dave, were nervous. The place was brimming with energy. We approached the table where our friends were gathered.

My first warning was when I heard someone at the table say loudly enough for all to hear, "Fresh meat, looks good." Robert stood up, looked slowly at the guys and pointed at Graham and said, "I want the cute one. He's mine." Graham backed up looking frightened and Robert went and grabbed him and gave him a sensuous kiss. Eric, built just like Dave, looked over languidly at Dave and said "I like him, built and cute." He made a move to get up. The four straight guys didn't know what to do. Dave looked at me with saucer sized eyes. I broke down in fits of laughter as did everyone else pointing at their faces and trying to mimic their looks. In between, bouts of laughter, I told Dave that Robert and Graham were going out together and the rest had been coached, I assumed by Robert.

Dave looked at Robert and Graham and said that he would never have guessed. That was the start to a great evening. We got our guests a beer and talked. The music turned to my liking. Mark, Graham, Robert and I went out to dance. I saw Dave talking animatedly with Eric; they had hit it off. I noticed that he glanced at me and Mark a few times. We had a couple of dances; I looked at the other three and said that it was time.

I dragged Phil out. Mark and Graham got two of the others up. Robert got Scott. I saw Eric get up and haul Dave up and get him to the floor. They were all great dancers, except for Scott but Robert was a good teacher. Scott's wife would appreciate the lessons from Robert. Basically, we chatted and danced all night. I caught sight of Dave several times. He was enjoying himself. I saw him go to the bathroom. As he was coming back, a really hot guy approached him. He smiled and followed the guy out to the floor. I watched as the guy felt his ass during a dance. Dave smiled. After they had danced a couple of dances, I saw Dave point to us; they said a few amicable words and the guy walked off smiling. Wow.

I got Dave to dance one of the last dances, it was slow but we danced it apart.

I looked at Dave. "I saw. I guess I don't have to fondle your ass. By the way, the guy was really hot and he thought you were too."

Dave smiled. "Gone are all the stereotypes. Thanks. Come on John, it is one of the last dances. Go get Mark. It's a nice way to end the evening for you." I was touched. Mark and I danced and we didn't hold back. It was body to body, hand on ass and a kiss at the end that had me harder than during the dance. My evening was only starting. I had seen that Dave had been watching us. As we left, he put his arm over my shoulder and looked at me and said that he really understood. If you are as turned on as I am, you are going to have a good evening. Thanks buddy. My girlfriend is going to appreciate my night out.

"John, I don't know where you come up with these ideas. That was incredible." We were standing in OUR living room, holding each other. We have given each other powers of attorney. It was almost hard to imagine how my life had changed. "You have come through an incredible experience at work. This is my night to celebrate you. No, no words."

He took my hand and led me to our bedroom. He took off my shirt and t shirt. He licked my chest and nipples. "Ah, John your taste, I love it." He raised an arm and starting licking my armpits. The sensations were wonderful. He switched arms. I was soon wet there as well. He took off my pants and shorts. He looked down and my eyes went with his. His finger tip took the pearl of precum and he put in his mouth with and an exaggerated hmm. He got my total attention when he took me all the way down his throat. He sucked and pumped up and down. I was wet. I was in overdrive.

"No, not so soon!" I moved his mouth off of me. He smiled and he lay down on the bed. He motioned and moved me so my balls were just over his mouth. He put a pillow under his head and started to lick and suck my balls. My hands were swatted away when I tried to touch myself. This went on for minutes. I looked down to see myself very big, almost purple and leaking like a faucet. If this was my night, I knew what I needed. I got up and got the lube.

"Mark, I need that big stick of yours in me now."

"Your choice, Tiger, whatever you want."

I took him at his word. I lubed us up and positioned myself over him and sat down quickly. I gasped with the invasion. He looked at me. I grimaced, smiled and said that I liked the shock. The invasion caused me to contract and I forced myself to relax. I pushed out but I let my body contract. I was massaging him while I slowly allowed my body to relax. We were both moaning. Finally, I leaned over him and told him to fuck me. He started pushing in and out lifting his rear off the bed. I leaned over and bit his nipples and said in my best loud voice, "Mark, I said fuck me hard. Don't be a goddamn wimp." He reached up and pulled my nipples hard and really pounded me. He knew that I didn't care how long we lasted. The sensations were incredible. I saw his mouth open and his eyes close and his face grimace as he went in hard and held. I could feel him pulsing and contracting with each shot. His body trembled and he called my name. I was fisting myself. He took my hand off, came out and moved my body up. He sat up, raised his head and swallowed me all the way. He was like a vacuum.

"I want you to come on my face." It didn't take long. I came out. As looked down, I saw my first shot splatter on his cheek. Others flew all over his face. He took me in his mouth for the last few shots. I leaned down and slowly licked as much as could up and fed it to him. We kissed and pulled me down and held me in an iron grip.

He looked at me. "Lover, I just cannot believe it. I have won the lottery."

My office received a surprise phone call from a local high school. The call was directed to me and my group. They had heard of my case at the court house and they had had a very unfortunate case of bullying of a gay lad who had attempted suicide. They requested that I or someone from the firm come and give a talk to the two senior grade levels. They wanted the law outlined along with any input I had on bullying. The group met. I would be the person from the firm and we managed to get our consultant to whom I had referred James to go with me. I did a lot of reading and preparing. It was very instructive.

We arrived, a sea of older adolescents facing us. Some looking interested, others bored and some hostile. I kept it short and light but honest and factual. The consultant was obviously very used to this age group. He talked their language, their needs and desires. I asked for questions which of course quickly led to my attack at the court house. One guy asked me how I managed to defend myself. I told him about my being naive and how my martial arts training belatedly took over.

A young man from the back stood up. He was sitting with a group that I had stereotyped as the jock crowd who looked vaguely hostile and only woke up with my experiences at the court house.

"Are you gay?"

What do you say? What type of answer do you give? I had promised clarity, honesty and no backing off.

"Can I ask why you want to know?" There was look from the guy of winning a contest, points scored by him. I hadn't answered his question. He was good; he was using my don't respond let the other guy do it. A lawyer in the making. So I matched his no response.

He relented first. "Just interested. I wanted to put your comments in perspective."

My opening. "You mean if I am straight my comments mean something different than if I am gay?" I could see his mood shift to defiance and hostility. I was putting him on the spot. Not a good ploy, counsellor. Think quickly. "Sorry, that is an old courtroom tactic of mine. I promised you upfront answers. Yes, I am gay." Looks at each other from his friends, little smiles. There were other questions and the session ended.

I had made a quick decision in my mind. I hopped off the stage and went quickly to the guy who had asked the question. I was smiling and I asked him his name. It was Jay.

"Jay, my apologies, I didn't mean to embarrass you. My evil, courtroom self took over." He looked surprised but pleased. He even managed a smile.

"Hey, you guys looked like you play some sports. Hockey?" There were shakes of the head from many including Jay. I looked at Jay. Looked him up and down. "Not defence, not a goalie I think, winger, right wing?" I had a 50/50 chance and just hoped I got it right. He smiled a yes. "Me too. How's your backhand and slap shot? I let mine get out of practice so I am working like crazy on them." I shook his hand. Looks of disbelief. But we talked about our teams and how we were doing so there was no doubt that I played. I looked at one guy. "Defence, you remind me of my partner, Mark. We are only talking hockey here." Chuckles from the guys. Looking at another team member,"You are defence too. A ringer for my friend, Dave. Defence, straight as they come." It turned out that the guys' team was in a tournament this weekend. I told them that I might make it but no promises.

Mark and I had some chores and shopping on Saturday but we made a point of going to the arena. We came in in the final period. It was a tight game. It was tied and this meant going on to the final game the next day. Jay's line was on the bench. He saw me. I saw some pointing and finally a wave from Jay. 6 minutes later they scored on a wonderful pass from Jay to their centre. As we left, there were still some players on the ice. Jay came over to say hi. He looked at Mark.

"He's your partner?"

"Great defence man."

"Shit, man, I wouldn't want to tangle with him."

"Hey, it was me who put the bad guy down." Jay broke up with a wonderful hearty laugh. "Nice pass you made, that, won the game. You led him just perfectly." He tried to downplay it but he looked pleased that I had noticed."

We knew that they would play the next afternoon for the tournament. No promises were made but Mark and I wanted to see them play. Mark liked their spunk. So we turned up for the entire game the next day. We had told Dave about the game and he came with us. It was a long hard fought match and the guys won it. We went down to the rink. Jay and others came over briefly to share their thanks and joy of victory. I introduced Dave. In a voice just loud enough to be heard, the defence man I told you about, straight. They shook their heads in laughter. I gave Jay my business card and told him to email me if he needed any further information.

I received a surprise email from Jay the next week asking when our next game was. I told him in a return email. I was surprised; a lot of the team came to cheer us on. We left letting them know that we would like to know how they were doing in their league.

Dave phoned me one day and asked if I could meet him at the pub for a drink after work. We sat and chatted about our day and calendars. I sensed that he wanted to talk about something.

"John, I need some advice or a chance to work something out. Eric and I have been in email contact and yesterday he asked if I wanted to go out for something to eat on Friday after work." He looked at me, clearly expecting me to take up the slack in the conversation. He got my little in response routine. I shrugged my shoulders. He took a sip of beer, I guess trying to figure out what to say. I stayed silent. "Well, what should I do?"

"Dave, do you enjoy talking with Eric? You know shooting the breeze."

"Yeah, that's what we do in our emails. We sort of hit it off at the club."

"Sort of like you and me, a friend?"

"You are a cagey bugger aren't you? I see where this is going." I looked at him to go on. "You are saying that if I enjoy being with him as a friend, then go for it."

"Dave, he is not asking you to date him. Just let him know where he stands with you but be subtle about it. You know for Friday, suggest a pub you go to that has good pool tables. I know that Eric is a pool player. You will have a great evening with no strings attached. Keep me informed. You are both my friends." He still looked a little hesitant and I told him that it was in his decision. He telephoned me on Saturday and said that he had had a great evening and that all Eric wanted was friendship. I wondered if Eric was that easily pleased.

"John, you and I have been really busy. I know that we have worked hard to not let it interfere with our private lives but I have been thinking about getting away, just the two of us."

"Surprise, that is what I really like about you. Suggestions?"

"We could go to a lodge for skiing or relaxing. We could take a cruise and get away from winter."

We chatted and I thought for a couple of minutes. "I have a suggestion. I am not keen on cruises and I would like to do something really different. How about a few days in New York. We drive down. There are lots of gay clubs so we can go out dancing. Lots of shows, art galleries and there is the Met Opera."

"What a team. I like it. Come here you stud. I probably won't want to leave the hotel room once we get there. Let's get some practice in now."

Mark sauntered over to me with his eyes and face brimming with mischief. The kiss was electric. He used his tongue all over me. We had a shower together and really cleaned up. We never made it out of the bathroom. We were turned sideways to the mirror and I found each of us watching as we licked or sucked part of our bodies. Mark turned me around, had me lean over and spread my legs. I watched as he started to lick my crack and then prod my hole with his tongue. We had never done this before; it was electric.

"Well, let's see if I have learned the technique." I leered at him as I turned him around. The taste was soapy and clean but when I probed with my tongue and actually got it in a way, there was a wonderful musky taste. But what I liked most was hearing Mark, moaning and encouraging me on.

"John, I need you in me. I hope you don't mind." I pinched his nipples for the ridiculous suggestion that I would mind. It was wonderful watching his face as lubed him with my fingers. I almost lost it as I looked at my swollen cock probing his hole and seeing myself just in as I stopped to let him get used to me. I could see his face in the mirror as he watched. "John, I can feel that big cock getting harder and bigger. You like looking don't you?"

"I am surprised, yes. I feel as if I am ready to blow. It is almost painful, lover." I used my hands on his cock that was as big as I had ever seen it.

"Watch me go slowly in and then be prepared for all hell breaking loose." He smiled and then looked enraptured as I slowly went all the way in. I started to slowly fist him. Then I started to slowly stroke in and out. I picked up speed.

"Don't try to last long. Take me hard and strong. Your hand on me feels great. Harder and faster on me and in me"' He looked transported. I felt as if there was current flowing through me. "I knew it. I'm close. I have been wanting this all night. Fill me up. I know that you are close." I could tell that he was just strokes away as was I. He started first with long spurts onto the counter top. That started me off and I found a rhythm that matched my contractions and I could see my head thrown with an grimace of pleasure on my face matching Mark's. At some point before we finished, we were kissing like the lovers we were. We went to bed and slept but woke early in the morning for a repeat, falling off to sleep again.

Before we knew it we were booked in at a hotel, had tickets for Traviata and some Broadway shows. Mark didn't want to drive so we had airline tickets as well. We arrived in New York two week later, tired from a very busy schedule. We had added an extra day, knowing that our suspicion was correct. We spent most of the first day in bed sleeping and making love, only venturing out for food and air.

On the first night when we arrived back from dinner, my question to Mark was should we just go to sleep and save some of our libido for the coming days.

"John, I don't think that there are limits to your libido."

"Mark, you make me horny. Besides, we didn't really clean up. How can we justify wasting that good lube." He saw the logic of my argument and we went to sleep with smiles on our faces and moans of satisfaction.

As everyone says the city is magic. The shows were great. Traviata was marvellous. The Guggenheim and the Metropolitan Museum of Art were spectacular. The choice and quality of the restaurants was excellent. We shopped and took a bus tour. We just walked taking the city in.

On our second last night, we went to an upscale gay club for dinner and dancing. It was just unimaginable: elegant, waiters in tuxes, beautiful decor and an excellent band. The food was excellent. We met a couple on the dance floor and ended up sitting with them in between dances. We talked and I summed them up as couple who were not in the least straight laced from some of the funny observations they had made.

"You are Canadian right? Are you married?"

Mark beat me to it. "We have only been together for about 9 months and we haven't discussed it. We don't need it as such. We have powers of attorney and wills made out so that we are covered. Who knows in the future. The lawyer in the family will point out the legal niceties at some point."

I couldn't help myself; I have no idea why I said it. "Married, not necessary yet. Nine months and neither of us is pregnant and it hasn't been for lack of trying. I think that Mark prefers sex with an unmarried man." The look of astonishment on Mark's face was worth it. Matthew and Bradley broke up completely at my total non sequitor and Mark's face. The evening was absolutely great after that. They invited us back to their condo for drinks and we accepted.

Mark and I had had some discussions about possible scenarios that we might get into with other couples. We had agreed to follow our guidelines if they were called for. We would only have sex with each other but we would watch or perform with another couple watching. The odd touch would not be ruled out by someone while we or they were performing. All we had to do was look at each other in the elevator. We nodded at each other and understood.

I was glad that we had talked about it. Matthew and Bradley were a little more adventuresome than us. We had drinks and eventually in a circuitous way, the topic came up about a foursome. With no hesitancy, we explained our relationship. They were impressed that we had come to such an agreement. They accepted our rules. Mark at some point as we were kissing and using our hands on each other told me that we should give them an unforgettable show and he asked me to follow his lead. I was intrigued.

We watched the other two as they took off each others shirts. Both were in shape and had nice bodies. I suspected that both shaved off a lot of their body hair. When we had our tops off, Matthew confirmed by saying that this was great to see two guys with hair. We explained that we both liked to play with it. Matthew came over a ran a hand over each of our chests and he said that he liked it. Bradley followed suit.

We all ended up naked eventually and I have to say that Mark and I were well endowed compared to the other two. It was clearly turning Matthew and Bradley on. Mark looked at me and winked. He led me over to a chair and he sat down. He whispered that he wanted to showcase my very hard, large cock. He just took the head in his mouth and used his tongue and then his mouth as a vacuum. I whimpered. I saw Bradley staring at us and he exchanged a look with Matthew. They took the same position as we had and he started to suck Matthew.

After a few minutes, "Sorry to interrupt guys, we need some lube." Mark held out his fingers and wiggled them at my entrance. Matthew went to get it with his cock very hard and swinging as he walked. Nice body. Before I knew it Mark's fingers were in me and I was getting very aroused.

Mark looked at me and gave me my orders."OK, lover, for the next act we need to change places." I figured out what we were going to do. I sat in place, noticing how inflamed and hard I was. I was leaking a lot. "Lube me up stud, then yourself. I need that in me. Don't bother with opening me, you taught me a trick a few weeks ago." I knew what he was planning. The guys were hanging on every word. I did lube him with two fingers and I stretched him a bit. "Enough fooling around. Now."

He lowered himself so that I was just at his entrance. It must have been a sight because the other two had stopped and were just staring. We kissed and fingered each others bodies. Mark reached down and centred me and just sat down slowly on me, no stopping, right to the bottom. I could see myself sink slowly onto him. It was sexy as hell. He gasped a bit and sat there kissing me. Finally, he came out so that just the head was in him. It must have been quite a sight for the others were transfixed. They stood up and came over. Bradley was behind Mark, reached around working his nipples. Matthew knelt and very lightly fingered my cock along the bottom side from top to bottom. Our kisses became frantic. I started to push up, in and out. Mark met my thrusts. We stopped and touched the each other all over.

"I'm not going to last long. Sit on me. I want to work you." I started to fist him. He was close. I started to fuck him hard. It started deep inside me. It was pain and pleasure. I moaned as I unloaded into him. When I finished, I told him to come off slowly. He knew what I wanted. I was covered with cum and cum spilled out onto my balls. He stayed for a minute looking at me. Then he was on his knees, licking my cum up and feeding it to me. I pulled him up to my mouth and started to suck him and fist him. He pulled out and grabbed himself and started to fist himself. I put a finger in him and he yelled and cursed as he pulsed huge jets on my face. I let him pulse three times and then sucked him into my mouth. When he finished, we kissed. There was cum everywhere, on our lips and out of the corner of my mouth, on our faces. We cleaned each other up.

Matthew and Bradley were breathing heavily and looking at us in stupefaction. They were feeling each other up and were rock hard. They were on the couch by this time We sat on the floor, looking at them. They started sucking each other, stretched out in a sixty nine. They took each other all the way in and had fingers in each other. I took Matthew and played with his balls and Mark did the same for Bradley. Bradley got up and knelt on the couch. Matthew entered him. He just went in as Mark had done it. Bradley shuddered but yelled his pleasure. I fingered Matthew's crack but did not enter him. Mark was busy with Bradley's balls. I pinched Matthew's nipples. As if by some signal, he came out and went back into a 69. They fisted and sucked each other and came onto each others faces and in their mouths. Bradley came even more than I did.

Matthew was the first to speak. "Guys I have never seen a performance like yours. We could have made a lot if we had filmed you. Hot just doesn't express it. I'll tell all my friends that Canadians are crazy, fantastic lovers. I see why you save this for yourselves."

We parted later with email addresses and a very strong invitation to visit us in the spring or summer. We slept but had a repeat the next morning that was just as exuberant. We spent the last night alone walking, holding hands and taking in the city. We were agreed that it had been a wonderful time together and away from home.

We felt rested mentally and physically from our few days off and together. We both went back to our routines with added gusto and vigour. We went and joined our friends at the club for dancing and talk. Everyone was enthusiastic about out trip. We gave a very touristic version with just a quick mention of the friends that we had made at the gay club. It felt like a private experience. Eric looked a little withdrawn but I put it down to a long winter and the perhaps his week. Robert and Graham were there and from the sound of it would like details on our trip so that they could duplicate it.

We got a surprise visit on Saturday afternoon from Dave. His stated purpose was to say hello and to hear about our trip. He was attentive and full of questions but he seemed a little on edge. Mark noticed it too and in an little conference in the kitchen, he said that, to leave me alone with Dave, he would go out and get some groceries.

"Dave, enough about the trip although I could talk for hours about New York. What has been up with you? It has been a quite a few weeks since we have really sat down and talked." We chatted a bit.

"John, I guess you were at the club last night? How is everyone?"

I decided to play his game, come at it sideways. "We had a great time dancing. I think that Robert and Graham are thinking of going to New York. Eric seemed a bit withdrawn; I guess he had a hard week. He seemed tired."

"Yeah, I haven't seen him for a while. Is he OK?"

"I guess so. Anything that I should know about?"

He paused as if marshaling his thoughts. "I guess I wasn't subtle a few weeks back." I decided not to respond but to just look at him. I felt we were on the topic that he really wanted. There was a fair pause in our conversation. "Well, he seemed to be wanting more from our getting together and maybe, I was too definite and not very subtle about what I thought that I wanted and didn't want."

"Dave there are lot of questions that I could ask, based on what you just said. Perhaps you should get it off your chest and don't make me guess or fill in the blanks." I did smile at him and I got a wan smile back.

"Oh, shit John, I miss him!" Ah, the withdrawn Eric and an edgy visit from Dave, the plot was about to thicken. It came out in a long explanation from a nervous and upset Dave, a Dave that I have never seen before. Dave sensed that Eric wanted a deeper, closer relationship with him and Dave got scared by where that would be heading. I had told him to be definite and subtle but when pressed, subtlety was not Dave's strong suit. He guessed that Eric had taken it as a no, get lost.

"Dave, let's go back to one of your statements. How and why do you miss him? Secondly, what are prepared to do about it. It appears that the ball is in your court; he did seem withdrawn."

"John that is what I like about you. Logical and to the point. I see why you are a good lawyer. I feel so comfortable with him. I really enjoy being with him. I like sharing with him, even when we are not talking. I could see being with him a lot. I miss being with him."

"One question that I had to ask myself months ago, have you ever felt this way about anyone before, male or female?" There it was on the table.

He looked at me with almost anguish on his face. "No. That's what has me scared." That was all he answered and I guess it said it all. My mind scrambled for a response. Do I advise? Do I do my silent routine? Do I level with my experience. This was potentially a major life decision. I looked at him; he was clearly in an upsetting quandary. The matter was not settled in his mind and it could go either way. Inspiration.

"Dave you have come to me and opened up. Choices. You can just accept the situation as it is now or you can phone him and talk. Maybe there are options you or I have never thought of. Don't ask me what they are! I don't know! If you want, I could phone him and tell him to prepare for a call from you with some small details that you would have trust me to handle with delicacy. But if you say OK, you have to act today or tomorrow; any delay and he will run."

He was thinking and so I stopped talking. "John, thanks so much. I don't think so." He paused, still looking intently at me. My heart sank for him. "I am going for a walk. I would actually like to see him; I owe him an explanation to his face if nothing else. I am going to phone him to make sure that he is alone and wants to see me." Dave got up and gave me a hug and gave me his thanks yet again. I told him that I admired his tactic; it was considerate, thoughtful and full of grace. I wished him luck and told I was here anytime. I gave him a hug and he hugged me back..

When Mark got back, I met him at the door and kissed him long, deep kiss. "What is that for?"

"I am so lucky!" I told him why. We didn't put the groceries away. We celebrated in our own inimitable fashion in the kitchen.

We had a hockey game on the Wednesday night. We had a great game. I couldn't figure Dave's mood; he didn't really speak to me or really look at me. It must have gone badly. At the end of the game. He came up to me as we were leaving and were in the parking lot. "You are one fucking, wise man." He turned and left. That was it? That was all? Then I recognized the car idling at the curb. I saw him dump in his bag and jump into Eric's car and they waved at me as they sped off.

I guess that I would get the story at some point. In fact, I got part of the story in live action on Friday night. Dave and Eric walked in together, laughing and talking to each other. They danced with us and with each other. No overt actions to tell a tale, just camaraderie. Nothing was said. They left together. Interesting, different, ambiguous. It really wasn't any of my business but aren't we all voyeurs about other people's lives?

I got word from Jay that they were in the finals. Mark, Dave, Eric and I ended up going to their final game which they lost in a very tight match. They invited us to their party; I had to remind them that I was a lawyer and if there was any alcohol, I could not be there. They laughed and said that they understood. If they had been older I would have taken them all for a beer. Jay and I kept up a scattered contact for the rest of the spring. My greatest surprise and totally unexpected pleasure was an invitation to be the special guest speaker at their graduation. Apparently the hockey team and some on student's council had put my name forward. The invitation came for me and a guest with a ticket for two to the graduation dance that night. Mark and I felt privileged and decided that we had to go.

I chose diversity, decisions and choices as my topic. I expected a standard introduction from the Master of Ceremonies but he called on Jay to make the introduction. I was more than touched by his remarks. He looked stunning in his suit and he had poise. He pulled no punches about his attitudes and what my presentation had done for him and the school. He introduced me as an adult friend who carried through on his words. It was short but filled with humour and sentiment. I adlibed the beginning of my speech by saying how glad I was that I had jumped off the stage and engaged some of the finest young men that I had ever met. It was probably a typical graduation speech but I hoped that it would make one person more thoughtful or help one person. I got a very strong ovation from the graduating class.

Mark and I turned up at the dance later in the evening dressed in our tuxedos. Jay came over and introduced his stunning date, Sandra. He looked at her and excused himself. He came over and gave me a unreserved hug. We had a great night. We ate with some of the chaperones and then went over to the guys' table. Mark and I asked some of the girls to dance. It was fun. We sat and chatted with the guys and their dates. Jay got up to dance and so did most of the others at his table.

"John, I hope you and Mark are not going to be untrue to yourselves. Come on. We are all going to dance. We looked at each other and followed them out to the floor. Mark winked at me and said quietly that we should show these guys how to dance. In a matter of minutes, we were suddenly surrounded by a group of guys and girls beating their hands to the music and watching us dance. Quite a few others stopped and joined the crowd. It only encouraged Mark to dance harder and more elaborately. We got a rousing ovation from the group at the end. Jay was standing with a proud smile on his face.

I saw one young man with a date looking at us with a strange look on his face. I looked at him and he acknowledged me. I went to the washroom and he turned up there at the same time. As we came out, he introduced himself, as Jamey and asked if sometime in the next week could he email me. He had some questions. I gave him my office email, never expecting anything to come of it.

He emailed me and said that my comments had really resonated with him. We agreed to meet for coffee after school. He was a handsome, articulate young man. He had suspicions about his sexuality. I stressed that our lives were personal and that we had no obligation to anyone but ourselves and those we loved. The long and short of it was that I advised him to wait on his suspicions until school was over. He could do somethings in the summer or better yet to wait for university where he would have a large group with a lot of diversity of people and clubs that he could join.

As we left, I had to do the adult thing. I shook his hand and smiled, "I just have to say it Jamey. Whatever you do, be safe. No one can be considered safe. Carry condoms at all times. If someone gives you the choice that a condom means no sex, run for the nearest exit. There will always be someone else, especially for a well built, handsome guy like you."

He gave me the most wonderful smile, "Yes, Dad! I have your email if I have any problems."

The spring and summer passed quickly and with few surprises. I was taking stock at the end of September. I was recognized increasing as a courtroom lawyer who won his cases. Our plan to reach out to the communities had been very successful. I was making presentations both at Jay's former school and at other schools as well. Mark was now a director of a unit at his work. I loved him more and more every day. Jay was having a great time at University and had joined the local Gay, Lesbian Club as a heterosexual member and resource person. He had a new girlfriend. I gathered that she was rather uninhibited. Jamey was discovering that his suspicions were true. He confessed that he had used a lot of condoms (that was in his last email, now on my home email) but no boyfriend. David and Eric were still living in separate condos but little things told me that they had a lot of sleepovers. They held hands after dancing at the club. I got a lot of hugs from Dave. We were planning our next hockey season. We were expecting Matthew and Bradley for our Thanksgiving Weekend (the second Monday in October). We had had some talks with Mark's father and he was at least accepting us as adult males. This had to be someone elses life.

We were out at a really nice restaurant that Mark had chosen for a nice night out by ourselves. We were planning the weekend with Matthew and Bradley. Mark looked at me. He commented that one of the questions that they had asked was were we married.

"Counsellor, as a mere computer science person, explain to me what the difference is between our Powers of Attorney and being married."

I explained as best I could talking of legal situations and tax situations but added it was probably more a public statement of intent and commitment. He merely said oh, interesting, took a sip of wine and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small case and handed it to me. I opened it and there, glittering in the candle light, was beautiful ring. I looked at him perplexed.

"John, I would consider myself one of the luckiest people alive if you would marry me."

I was stunned, no warning, no intuition on my part, complete surprise. I grabbed his hands which got the attention of some diners close to us. "Mark, you are one of the most surprising, wonderful people on the face of the earth."

He looked at me rather sternly. "You haven't answered my question."

"Yes, with all my heart, soul and body."

"I really like the body part."

"That my lover will be very soon, believe me!" I paused. "I am going to do something in public. It may cause some people discomfort." I leaned over and got pulled his head towards me and kissed him. The couple beside us were staring. I looked at them. "He just asked me to marry him." That got a few more heads turned towards us. A male voice at a table close to us asked what my answer was?

"It was yes!" I heard some ahs and then there was clapping and congratulations from all around us. There was enough commotion directed at us that the Maitre d' appeared.

"Is there a problem, gentleman?"

The man beside us answered, "Not at all, he just accepted a marriage proposal from that gentleman." A very minutes later there was glass of champagne in front of each of us, compliments of the house. There were a lot of really nice comments from the patrons and staff as we left.

The kiss inside the door was forceful and erotic. I had tears in my eyes. It was special when Mark licked them away, very arousing too. My ring glistened in the lights of the condo. We undressed slowly savouring each part of the body that was uncovered. There was something very sexy about just having only our shorts on. I love Mark's legs and I love having him lick mine and pull the hair. Why after all this time why is it still sexy to put a finger under the shorts to reach the balls or crack and hole? Why is it so sexy to see the wet spot spread from the outline of a hard cock? Why is it so sexy to take a cock in your mouth still covered by the material and getting the material totally wet, leaving a wet transparent outline? It is true; the greatest erogenous zone is the brain.

Mark and I had each other in a state of complete arousal, mentally and physically, when we were finally standing naked looking at each others bodies. His light fingering of my cock's head sent wonderful sensations through my body. I cried out when he bounced my balls with his fingers. Even the bouncing of my cock from that, caused sensations to cascade through my body. We ended up on the bed with our hands and mouths everywhere.

"Mark take me and make it last if you can. You can stop as often or for as long as you want."

"John, you have most beautiful body I have ever seen."

He had me on my hands and knees. I find that position really arousing. He is in control. I cannot use my hands or legs. He leaned over me with his cock in my crack moving slowly. I could feel his weight. His hands were on my chest and nipples. He alternated between soft caresses and pulls and pinches. He did the same to my erection and balls. This went on for minutes. Finally, I felt his weight lift and his tongue go slowly down my back and then towards my crack. He licked it delicately letting it go all the way to my balls. Suddenly it was off me and then it was pushing into my hole. The sensations were incredible.

I felt him get up. He brought back the lube. He put his cock at my mouth and whispered just the tongue. The taste, the feel, wonderful. I actually felt myself stiffen as did he.

He lubed me slowly until I thought that I would scream for him to enter me. I looked around and watched him lube himself. I could feel the head at my entrance. For minutes he just gently probed going only millimetres further in ever 30 or 40 seconds. On one small push, the head popped in and he stopped using his hands all over my body. Obviously, for the contrast he pushed all the way in in one fast thrust.

"Oh, Mark, you are the most wonderful lover a person could have. I can feel you pulsing in me you are so hard." He started to thrust in and out. He stopped and came out after a few minutes.

"That was close!" He panted. Then he started on my cock.

Minutes later. "Mark stop! I am so close." I turned my head and we kissed. We had been going for over 30 minutes. I decided that I needed a change. "Mark, I have to see you and use my hands." I lay on my back. He was on me with just the head in me. We kissed and my hands roved all over him. As he bent and bit my nipples, he thrust all the way in. As if by telepathic sense, I started to fist myself and he started to thrust vigorously.

"John, tell me when you are close." He started and maintained an almost frantic tempo as did I.

"Mark I'm 3 or 4 strokes away." He pounded me. For one of our first times, we both yelled at the same time and I start to shoot as he went in and held. We kissed and bit our lips and then frantically he started to move in and out and I fisted myself to my own rhythm. He collapsed on top of me. We turned sideways with him still in me.

"Mark, I cannot believe what has happened to me in the last months. Do you know how much you mean to me?"

"I think I do because my sister was right, I loved you from afar for so many years and now you are part of me."

I reminded him of our trip to look for his ring the next day. Tomorrow and the tomorrows after would bring what they would bring. For now, it was good. Ah, a penchant for understatement. We drifted off to sleep, holding each other with love.

Authors Note: This is probably the last chapter in this story. Hope you enjoyed it.

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.

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