Unexpected 6
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Author's Notes
This chapter is probably one of my favourite chapters in my writing. I hope that you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. If not, there are some interesting chapters to come with some twists and turns.
Previously
"Jaimie, I am not going to able to hold back much longer. You have me so hard and so sensitive that I can't last much longer. Come join me." I started to stroke myself faster and faster as I started to force myself to move against him. I started before him and as I yelled his name as I literally forced out shots that hit my chin. I squeezed him as hard as I could with my anal muscles. It must have done the trick because he suddenly called my name and thrust hard into me and pushed as hard as he could holding so hard that he was shaking. He muttered and moaned and suddenly started to thrust frantically again to the rhythm of his final shots.
We were both breathless and strangely had stupid grins on our faces. He spoke first. "Never, never have I experienced anything like this. Fuck."
"In the vernacular that is what we did. But I like to call it making love with my lover. Kiss me."
Present
We were in the Christmas season. There were parties. We both had to plan for staff parties. Then there were presents for the extended family on both sides. I especially wanted to spend a lot of time on the my sister's kids and on Tony's kids. The first decision we made was that this year we would spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Morning with the Philip's family. Then we would leave in time to arrive at my home for Christmas supper. We would spend Boxing Day with them and then come home to get ready for a party at the house on New Year's Eve.
The New Year's Eve party started out as a small thing and then grew exponentially. It started with Philip's brothers and sister and then with Tom and Eric and our friends from the club. Then some football people were included, quite a few actually. Finally we both decided to ask people from work. Since I was the boss, I had to invite everyone and Philip had to invite a number of people he liked and who were important to him. Luckily, several of the people invited already had invitations. We made it clear that it could be a drop in or a stay until midnight. I warned all the straights that there would dancing with a number of gay couples at the party. We may have lost a few with that caveat. My biggest surprise was Dom saying that he would love to come and bring his girlfriend. He had added that she liked his scrawny ass. I could not stop chuckling.
About 3 weeks before Christmas, I had a surprise phone call from Philip's brother Gio asking me if I could come to lunch with him. He asked me not to mention it to Philip. I expressed my surprise and told him that I didn't like keeping secrets from Philip. He said that he understood but to wait for our chat. I agreed to meet him.
We met at a little bistro downtown. He looked serious but we made small talk and discussed Christmas plans. I could sense that he was leading up to something and he finally said that he had a question for me. The question rocked me.
"Jamie, why does everyone hate Chelsea?"
I swallowed and gave him a bit of smile. I was thinking hard and fast. I had to be careful with what I said. Yet, I was not going to make something up to make him or her feel good. "A loaded question Gio." I paused thinking furiously again. "Well, I think that the word 'hate' is really the wrong word." I held up my hand as he started to react. "I don't hate her and I don't think that anybody does. I'll be blunt. I have just given up."
Gio's brows and forehead crinkled into a frown. This obviously not what he was expecting. "What, what do you mean?"
"Gio, I have tried to engage her in conversation. I get one word or a short sentence back. She has NEVER tried to engage me in a conversation or respond to anything that I have said. I remember saying to Philipo one day that I tried to talk to her but she was more interested in her telephone. How many times have you seen her try to be involved with the family? Remember the night we played the trading game. I got her to play hoping it would break some of her reluctance to join in. She reacted as if it was stupidest thing she had ever done. You and Mamma joined and had a ball. Does she ever interact with Tony's children?"
I could see that all the defensive reactions had evaporated from his posture. He actually slumped a little. "Does she ever bring anything for meals? Does she help with getting it on the table as the rest of us do? Has she ever offered to help clean up? Sorry Gio, you asked. She is not hated." I paused and suddenly with clarity, I realized what it was. "She has not joined the family. Philipo finally had to tell me before Thanksgiving that no one in the family knew that he was gay. I told him that was a big problem for me" Gio looked puzzled. "Family is important to me. I would not have stayed with Philipo if he had not come out to all of you. I don't do all the things I do to 'suck' up to the family. I want to be part of it. I enjoy it."
I continued. "Can I ask you a question?" He nodded yes. "Who used the word 'hate'?" He frowned. "You or Chelsea?"
"She did." He shrugged his shoulders.
"I figured that. Hate is a word that implies that someone is doing something wrong to you. It is not your fault. It is their fault. I want to warn you that I have met people like that. If you suggest any of this to her, I suspect her reaction will be that you have joined them and are taking their side. I don't think that she understands what she is doing. Different circumstances but I had a guy who I lived with for a time and he was like that. He broke up with me and never understood why I was so upset with the way he did it more than the actual breakup. I may add that it was luckiest thing in my life. I met your brother a few months later."
"You really like Philipo, don't you?"
"You have no idea how much." I looked at him closely. "Gio, this took guts and I understand why you wanted it to be private. I warn you again. Be very careful with what you say. I am sure that almost anything will rebound on you. What I said is just my opinion and observations and don't bloody well quote me."
That seemed to break the tension. "Sorry, I have to get back to work. Good luck."
"You think I'll need it don't you?"
I nodded yes with a smile with raised eyebrows.
"Thanks. I knew that you would be honest with me. You have given me a lot to think about. I am glad you joined the family." He paused looking reflective. "Why do I keep choosing women like this? I just seem never to have any luck."
"Gio, you just haven't met the right person. It took me years and a chance meeting with your brother."
"I am older than you!"
"You are a good guy; don't give up. Maybe, sometime, when you least expect it."
I gave what I hoped was an encouraging smile. He stood and gave me a big Italian family hug. I must have done something right.
The rest of the week was whirlwind. My staff party was the next week and I arranged a great restaurant for dinner and some dancing. I had never taken anyone to it as Colin came up with some excuse why he couldn't go the previous year; so I warned some of my closest colleagues that Philip would be coming. It would be interesting. We were starting a life together. It thrilled me and scared the hell out of me. I wanted it to work so badly.
We were to go to church that weekend with the family and back for lunch. We had so much on, that we could not stay for the afternoon. Mamma understood and I told Pops that I would save the game and watch it when I had the chance. The surprise at church, no Chelsea.
As we left the sanctuary for coffee and social time. Gio walked up beside me. "You warned me. I tried to be as cool and logical as possible. Nothing worked. I too was ganging up on her. Is she just one of those vacant headed girls that are out there?"
"I can't say. I suspect that she is not as mature as people like Julia. Just a very different personality. Where do you stand?"
"Well she is not here and I am. I had an ultimatum to be with her this morning. It was her or the family."
"Stupid girl!"
"I don't want ultimatums from someone who throws temper tantrums over my family. I suspect that I am going to call her bluff. She is not even that good in bed." His hand flew up to his mouth. "Oh shit, I shouldn't have said that."
"Oh, if you are a typical Marchese man, then she REALLY is not in a good bargaining position." I gave him a big smile and shot in the arm. He actually blushed
"I know why my brother likes you. You don't pull your punches, especially not on my arm. So you think that we Marchese men need that."
"Figure that one out yourself, big guy but I know the answer." I gave him a big smile. "I hope that you are going to come on New Years Eve." I looked at him and gave him a very suggestive, almost naughty smile. "I have some friends coming that night, single and ready ... who would ... love to meet you ... the hot blooded Italian stud." We were still laughing when we arrived for coffee. He assured me that he would be there with a date or by himself and that he would leave that way.
"You and Gio laughing, what gives?"
"Oh just a little post service chat about the sermon." I looked at him with innocent eyes.
"I'll get it out of you, later."
We arrived home early in the afternoon and started planning our week and our schedules to get everything done. I knew what was coming.
"So Gio. No Chelsea. You know something. Spill." He grabbed me in a headlock. I got to feel his body in the little mock tussle.
"I don't respond well to threats of violence."
"Poor baby. Tell your big, bad, hunk of a guy." He kissed me.
"That's better. OK, just between you and me, because you are such a hot stud. I told him of my meeting and conversation with Gio.
"I am so glad he turned to you. I don't think that I would have handled it so well. Have they split up."
"Don't know but I hope so for his sake. You know I think that she was holding him back. He is a bright, decent guy. He asked me if she was one of those vacant headed girls who are out there. I said that I didn't know but between you and me, I think that he hit it on the head. She is one of those pretty people who demand to be entertained and it not just women that are like that. I think now that I knew one man like that quite well. Please let him bring it up or ask him where Chelsea is next time you see him. Engage him. He wants to be part of the family but feels unsure of himself."
"My wise guy." He kissed me again and I held him off as we had a lot to do that afternoon. We made up for it later that night.
We were dressed and ready. My guy was hot in his shirt, tie and new suit that fit him like a model. I looked OK myself in my new suit. As I told him, I liked to arrive dressed like this and slowly dress down as the night wore on. To his query, I said that I loosened the tie first and undid the collar and finally took of the suit jacket. I told him that I kept the tie on with shirt open a bit because it looked so damn sexy. I wanted the company to have style but I also wanted to be able to let my hair down a bit.
We arrived early so that we would able to greet people as they arrived. At the restaurant before the first arrivals, "How do you want me to introduce you? What do I call you? My friend? Philip? Philip Marchese?"
"Are we just friends?"
I smiled and shook my head no. "Not in my mind."
"Jamie, we are partners and have been for months. I would like everyone to know that, if it is OK with you."
I saw a group of staff coming in the door. I waved them over indicating the coat rack. The first to arrive was one of my senior members. "Steve and Beth so good to see you. Welcome. I would like you meet my partner, Philip Marchese. Philip, Steve and Beth Martin." It felt so good to call him that. Philip had glowed.
Philip was a natural. Before they or I knew it, he was escorting them over to the bar engaging them in conversation. I noticed that he watched for other arrivals and came to my side as they came in. We kept this up until all but 4 people had arrived. He and I joined the party but kept a watch on the door. Philip was with me and then he would be off with someone on his own. People took to him immediately.
One of the waiters finally came up to me to say the first course was ready and could they start to serve. It was well passed the time that I had told everyone when dinner would be served so I got everyone's attention and people started to seat themselves. The late ones would simply have to find a spot if they were coming. Half way through the first course the four arrived, flushed and obviously had been somewhere drinking, losing track of the time. It was a party and if they were having a good time, how could I complain?
I stood up to greet them and welcome them. They apologized and I told them that it was a party and they were here to have a good time. They seemed relieved. I picked out one of them, Greg, in my mind to have a word with about drinking and driving as I didn't want to be legally responsible for over consumption of alcohol. In fact, I had made it clear that the drinks before dinner were free and there would be one bottle of wine for each 4 people at their table. After that, a cash bar. It was up to them and bartenders to deal with drinking questions.
The dinner was delicious and soon the tables were being moved and the room set up for dancing. Philip and I had decided that we would hang back for a while and perhaps ask some wives to dance if husbands were not dancers. We would dance together later in the evening.
I watched Philip dance with several of the ladies. He made them happy and their husbands, who didn't want to dance. I too had a great time with some of the members of the staff and the wives of others. We were both having a good time at the party. I stopped at one point and scanned the floor. Philip was dancing with Jane, one of our young clerical staff, one of the four who had come late. Suddenly, I watched her. Unless I was totally out of my mind, she was putting the move on Philip. They were dancing a slow dance and her hand had slowly gone from his shoulder to his waist to his ass. I moved so that I could see his face. There was look of wide eyed panic. He saw me and he mouthed help. I quickly got one of the young IT guys and asked him to break in and ask Jane to dance. He knew exactly what I was doing. He did it very smoothly. The look he got from Jane told me that I was correct.
Philip arrived at the table and I started to laugh managing to get out 'your eyes, panic, priceless,'.
"Wait til I get you home." And then he started to laugh. Luckily we both stopped realizing that we didn't want Jane to think that we were laughing at her. Because her group had arrived late, she obviously hadn't been introduced to my partner. She took my big hot stud as fair game for the night. Would have to deal with that tomorrow, diplomatically.
I went to the bar for a soft drink and saw the guy, Greg, who had come in late. He too was getting a soft drink. "Designated driver?"
"Right, I don't drink much and the crowd I am with goes a little overboard sometimes so I do the driving. You don't have to worry boss. I'll get them home."
"Thanks Greg. Have a good night."
Time passed and it was getting late. I needed to dance with my guy. A few had left and I figured that it was time. I grabbed Philip and led him to the dance floor. "I have been wanting to do this all night. You look great in that suit and now that the jacket is off I can see that beautiful ass. I could almost eat it. Maybe I shall later. Oh the loose tie and open shirt turns me on." I raised my eyebrows.
"No argument from me. By the way, your ass is a work of art, one that I would love to touch right now but I'll be good."
We danced a couple of fast ones and then a slow one came on. I smiled at him and nodded yes. As far as I could see not an eyebrow was raised. I ended up with a dreamy look on my face and while I wanted to kiss him, I satisfied myself with pulling my head back looking at him and saying very quietly that I loved him more than I could explain. We stared at each other for a long time until I was lost in those beautiful eyes. We never stopped dancing. We ended up dancing the last dance together and joined the group clapping the DJ for a good selection of music.
On the way back to the table, one of my single, female accountants looked at me and told me that she hoped that she would find someone who would look at her like that. Wow. Times had changed.
I settled the bills that needed settling and left a good tip for the waiters and bartenders. As we walked out into the street, I looked at my guy. I put an arm around his shoulder and gave him a hug.
"What's that for. You aren't usually so demonstrative in public."
"You were truly my partner tonight. I don't care who sees me holding you like this." We walked to our car. As I drove, he rested his hand on my thigh. I was hard instantaneously and squirming. He had a big innocent smile on his face except his finger did happen to check between my legs. He smiled even more.
It was a night for making love slowly. It was almost painful. I was so enlarged. At one point, as I was between his legs with just the head of his cock in my mouth, I glanced up at his face. His eyes were closed, mouth slightly open, his forehead was slightly creased. He looked as if he was somewhere else in pure pleasure. My heart soared. I was giving him such pure pleasure. I must have stopped or changed my rhythm. He eyes opened and he was looking directly at me.
"I was picturing you tonight with your jacket off, shirt open and tie pulled down. I could see just a bit of the hair on your chest. I wanted to strip you on the spot. Now I have you naked with that lean body leaning over me. Jamie, come here. Kiss me."
I kissed him as he ran his hands through my chest teasing the hair pulling it gently and then lightly flicking my nipples. It was my turn to be transported with my eyes shut and my mouth open. I was even breathing hard.
I felt him move. I opened my eyes to see him put his fingers in his mouth and wet them well and then reach down and cover my cock with his saliva. He then placed me at his entrance and started to pull me in. "Make love to me lover." I did for a long time.
"You are so tight and hot; I can't last much longer." The sensations were incredible every time I moved in and out of him. It didn't help a lot that he had his fingers between us and he was alternately stroking my cock and fondling or pulling my balls. I could see his other hand stroking himself faster and faster. I figured that we were both at the same spot. "Close!" I said between pursed lips and my breath was becoming ragged as well. He stroked the back of my cock pressing on the urethra that was distended. That put me over the top. I went in all the way and started. It was overpowering.
"Oh shit, Jamie your contractions. Oh shit, oh shit." I had never seen him shoot as far. We looked at other with looks of astonishment and then smiles of pure contentment. I lay on top of him and we kissed. I let nature take its course and only turned on my side when I popped out of him, deflated and sated. He did what he often did when he feels like this, he pulled me as close as he could and kept touching me and giving me little kisses everywhere. It was as if he had to prove that it was all real and he had taken possession of me. I loved the intimacy and his need to be so close. We quietly told each other how much we enjoyed the evening together as partners. It was another moment of our relationship becoming closer.
About a week later, Philip arrived home. "It is official. Chelsea is history. Gio phoned me today and told me the whole story. He really appreciated your comments. I think that he actually likes you. When he first phoned, he said that I probably knew all the background. I tried to protest but he said that we were obviously so close that it was something partners would share. I finally told him he was right. He sounds quite upbeat. He told me that he would be over early on New Years Eve day and would help us get the party set up. It looks as he will come solo but he left that open for now."
"If he doesn't mind, we have some pickups of food and tableware. Perhaps, he could pick some of that up for us. It would really help."
By the day before Christmas Eve, we had everything bought and all the arrangements made for New Years Eve. So we went out dancing with the guys. It was a special night. We danced and had a great time. It was especially nice as Tom and Eric were there and although we had seem them over the holidays, we had been a bit wrapped up in our own lives. We invited them over for the afternoon of Christmas Eve and enjoyed some time alone with them. Then it was shower and dress for Christmas Eve.
Christmas Eve was a big event for the Marcheses. We arrived at 7 pm and were the first there. We helped Mamma put out some munchies and wine and made sure that there was lots of beer in the fridge. It was wonderfully chaotic when Tony and family arrived. The kids were excited and immediately went to the tree to find the presents with their name attached. They knew that they would be able to open one just before we went to church and then rest when we came back. Gio was in great spirits. He was so much more a part of the family now that the weight of Chelsea had been taken off his back. Jane arrived with a boyfriend. He was a good looking professional from work. I enjoyed him.
We all arrived at church at the same time and took our seats. When ever I entered the church, it took me back to my days as a boy soprano in the my parent's Anglican Church. I think it was the atmosphere. Both churches had that smell of years of furniture polish and candles being burned during the service. In this church, there was the lingering smell of incense used in the liturgy. I am not a religious person and not even a believer but I feel that I am a spiritual person. So entering the church gives me a feeling of spirituality and reflectiveness. My body slows down and I could relax and enjoy the wonderful smells, the soaring vaults and the stained glass windows many back lit against the darkness outside. The altar this Christmas Eve was beautiful and I enjoyed just taking in its colours and gold brocade. The church had been decorated beautifully and there were candles lit everywhere. In fact, after the first few minutes, the lights were turned down and all the candles in the aisles were lit. It was magical. The smell of candle wax surrounded us.
I felt so at peace with my new family and my wonderful Philip. In these moments, I felt so close to him. When we sat down, I let my hand slowly touch his as we sat. He looked at me and think that we made some kind of instant connection. I smiled at him and he simply squeezed my fingers and gave me a wonderful smile in return. I looked over at Mamma and Pops to find Mamma starring at us with a look of total love. She leaned over and told me that Gio had told her what I said to him that day at the restaurant. She gave me a little kiss on the cheek and a thank you; Philip looked so happy. I sang the hymns using the harmony in the hymn book thinking that I should perhaps join a choir. I guess I really sang out as I several people turned their heads and smiled at me. Singing was good for the soul.
I realized yet again that you didn't have to believe in everything that was said by the priest. But one could still feel that feeling of love and commitment to people and family. I regretted not being able to take the Eucharist as the priest did comment that it was for people baptized in the Catholic faith. I literally interpreted the Eucharist as a coming together of people and families eating as in the last supper, celebrating together. I know that my thoughts would be considered anathema by the priest but I still enjoyed taking it at my parents' church. It was a time of sharing bread and wine together.
We sang one last rousing hymn and the recessional had passed. We stayed seated to listen to the organist playing a wonder toccata and fugue by Bach. I was still high from its ringing glory as we left.
We arrived at our car. "Philipo, thank you for approaching me that night at the club. You have changed my life. I would never have thought that that would lead to this." I reached over and kissed him.
He looked at me with an impish smile. "I would never have expected this to be your reaction to a church service."
I gave him a bit of flippant answer. "Holiness is in how you live your life." Maybe it was not that flippant.
There was more fun and fellowship back at the house and more food and wine. Back to exercising before the new year. At one point, Mamma sat beside me. "Jamie dear, you are quiet and thoughtful tonight."
"Mamma the church service made me reflective. It suddenly hit me how blessed I have been this year. I found my Philipo. More than that, I have this." My arm swept in front of me indicating the room and everyone in it. Blessed." There were tears in my eyes and I didn't care. I was emotional.
Mamma took my hand and kissed my cheek. "My wonderful fourth son. I too have been blessed."
At that moment, Marcus came running up. "Look Uncle Jamie at the pictures I took with the camera you and Uncle Philipo gave me for Christmas." I grabbed him and put on my lap and we browsed through his pictures. I didn't have to lie when I told him that he had a good sense of composition. Then he was off. I looked up and saw Philip looking at me with a trace of a smile on his face. We looked at each other until Marcus ran to him to show him the pictures. He looked so wonderful with Philip.
We made our way back to our place, knowing that we would have to be up early to be back for breakfast the morning with Mamma and Pops. I did not care how much sleep that I had that night. We had decided to give each other a present of an oriental knotted rug as our joint Christmas present. We unrolled it on the living room floor. It was beautiful. In the light of room, the deep reds almost shone and worked so beautifully with the rich blues along with other rich colours. We sat for a few minutes holding each other and gazing at it enjoying it as our first big item for our new house.
I finally broke the revery. I pulled Philip to me and kissed him gently at first and then more intensely. There were things that I had to say to Philip with my body. I finally pulled him up and guided him to the bedroom.
"What were you and Mamma talking about."
"About the fact that I was looking thoughtful this evening."
"And?"
"I told her that this year I felt that I was blessed." My eyes filled again. "Come I have things to say to you."
I ended up doing what Philip often does to me. He and I were naked and I couldn't hold him close enough; I couldn't get enough of him in my grasp. We ended on the bed with my arms wrapped tightly around him. Hugging, kissing and touching him. I could feel his hard cock throbbing between us as I pressed him to me. I realized that tonight I had to take him. I had to show him what he meant to me.
"Philipo, this is my time to let you know how I feel about you." I put my fingers over his mouth to stop a rejoinder. Shaking my head, "My time."
I made him lie down on his back. What a magnificent sight! His olive tinted skin was dark in the subdued lighting. His legs were a little apart and I could see the hair on his legs, especially the wonderful dark hair on his thighs. My fingers running over his thighs and in the hair made him squirm and make noises in his throat. While I was doing that, my eyes followed up his body over the the tight stomach with just a light treasure trail. Then they focused on the developed chest with its light covering of dark brown hair. I couldn't resist using my fingers on that and then taking his already hard nipples in my mouth. He gasped. He tried to do use his hands and I shook my head no.
My mouth went from his nipples to his neck and shoulders. I licked and then bit his shoulders. It must have either hurt or inflamed him more because he drew in his breath sharply. The kisses on his neck caused moans of pleasure. Then I kissed him. Gently at first and then more passionately.
I had been kneeling beside him all the time but I quickly straddled him and went from bending over him kissing him to lying on him letting our bodies move and rub each other. We were both on fire. We kissed for minutes.
I raised myself up. He looked expectant. "I have more planned."
My mouth was on the head of his cock. First just my tongue and then slowly and gently my mouth sucking and increasing the pressure. My finger was at his entrance stroking, teasing and gently pushing in. "Jamie, you are killing me."
"Oh, big guy, this is just the beginning."
As quickly as I had sucked him, I moved in a swift movement with my tongue to his ass and crack. Finally, my tongue was taking over from the fingers and pressing in. He was swearing and moving his entire body in response to my efforts. There were almost whimpering sobs. Good, he was ready.
I rose up and straddled his chest. "Wet me." He sucked right to the bottom and then slowly came off making sure that I was wet and shining with his saliva.
When my head was at his entrance moving slowly around it and then slowly in and out, I felt his hands on my ass. He looked at me with determination. "OK, here is what I want!" He pulled me in hard without letting me stop to get him used to me. I could feel the hot, tight walls reacting. They were contracting and pulsing to my invasion. It felt so damn hot and erotic. When I was all the way in, I leaned over and kissed him again forcing myself in even more if that was possible.
Then it was a wild ride. He had once promised me a wild ride and now I was giving him one. No edging tonight. His hands were all over me reacting to every move I made. My cock had never been as engorged, so hard. It was almost painful but every nerve in my body was sending pleasure to every pleasure receptor in my body. I could now feel Philip stroking himself and his head moving from side to side; his face radiated pure pleasure. I knew I was just a couple a strokes away as I lowered myself to kiss him again. I felt him increase his speed and finally felt his body tense and clamp down on me. That set me off and I swear that there were spasms in almost every muscle group of my body.
We kissed and kissed until I finally fell limp on his body. We were both breathless. I could feel the wetness everywhere on his stomach and chest. I managed to raise myself and lick a lot of it up and then kissed him again.
"My thoughtfulness was about my first meeting with you and how blessed I have been for the rest of the year. I almost felt high this evening with the beautiful service and you and my family around me." I looked at him and we kissed a gentle kiss of closeness and love. No more was said but I could feel physically the bond between us.
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