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Benjie Gray was a loner, a gay loner at that, but he was not lonely.  He was very handsome, and could do well in the love (or sex) department, but he preferred his solitude to wasting his time at one party or another, or at one bar or another.  Not that he was busy with any kind of project; he just preferred it that way.  He would rather use his fist than share a bed with a playmate. 

Benjie worked in the marketing department of a mega world-wide retail chain of stores.  He was out of the closet at work, but it didn’t matter.  There were dozens of co-workers in his office, and he rarely spoke to any of them if it wasn’t work related.  There was one exception.  Ross Albin was his friend, if you stretched their relationship into being called a friendship.  Their only socialization was a TGIF drink together at a bar near the office.  It was a straight bar, but Benjie couldn’t care less.  He had no designs on Ross.  They had one drink, shared a little of their lives, and said goodbye until they would see each other on Monday morning.

Benjie may not have had designs on Ross, nor anything close to resembling sexual desire, but Ross was a hunk by any standards, straight or gay. He stood slightly over six feet tall.  His hair was a light brown.  It was blond when he was a kid.  His eyes were a grey-blue.  His nose was straight, and his chin was square.  When he smiled he had a tiny dimple on his right cheek.  He was all muscle, and no fat.  In fact, he worked out at a gym three nights a week.  He had asked Benjie to join him a few times, but Benjie always declined. 

Most of Ross’s conversations on Friday evenings were centered on his wife.  If he was to be believed, he had a perfect marriage.  His only regret was that his wife, Catherine, had been unable to conceive a child.  They had visited their fill of doctors, who had found nothing wrong with either of them; even fertility drug injections had not done the trick.

One Friday Ross left Benjie feeling particularly good.  In fact, his mood was so infectious, even dour Benjie brightened up a little.  Then came Monday morning, and everything was different.  Ross came into the office looking like he had been hit by a truck.  He had a whole weekend’s growth of beard; his hair was messy and uncombed; he smelled like he hadn’t showered in days, and his eyes were red and swollen.  Benjie was not in the habit of interacting with other human beings, but even he was concerned when he saw his co-worker.

“What’s wrong?” he asked Ross.  “You look like you’ve been crying and you look like shit.”

Ross wanted to answer, but he was having trouble catching his breath.  Finally, he took three deep breaths, and was able to stammer, “My wife told me that she was pregnant, and that I wasn’t the father.  She wants a divorce, so she can marry her lover.  She kicked me out of our apartment right then and there.  My car is loaded with my personal stuff.  I’ll stay at the Y tonight, but I have to find a place and quickly.”

Benjie was the ultimate “loner,” so if he lived to be a hundred, he never understood why he said, “Ross, I have a two bedroom apartment.  The second bedroom is set up as a library/office, but it has a couch you can sleep on.  Why don’t you shack up with me until you find a place?”

It was almost as if those words were not spoken by him, but by some entity which had possessed him.  But the words were spoken, and he couldn’t retract them.  Ross grabbed him and hugged him.  He thanked Benjie over and over. 

“That’ll give me time to find a proper apartment and not rush into anything I might regret later on,” he said.  “I’ll follow you home after work, and then I’ll treat you to dinner.”

“We’ll have to share a bathroom,” Benjie said, hoping that Ross would change his mind.

“That’s a minor inconvenience.  I don’t mind at all.  In fact, it will be a pleasure not to smell all of Catherine’s cosmetics.”

And so the offer was accepted with gratitude, and Benjie gallantly decided to make the best of it.

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Ross parked in a guest spot in Benjie’s parking lot.  The two men made several trips to Ross’s car, and got everything up to Benjie’s guest room.  Ross had wanted to leave most of his stuff in his car, but Benjie was afraid that someone would break into it.

There was no dresser in the room, so Ross put out whatever he needed on the floor, and left the rest in suitcases.  He put his toiletries in the bathroom, where he took a deep breath and enjoyed the masculine scent.  He was glad to see that the toilet seat was up, and he wouldn’t have to remember to lower it.  It actually pleased him to be living with another man, but it didn’t have a conscious effect on him.  While he was doing all that, Benjie put sheets on the couch, and provided a pillow and blanket.

There was nothing more to be done at the moment, so Ross smiled at Benjie, and asked, “What’s your favorite restaurant?  I’ll take you there for dinner.”

“It’s an Italian restaurant, and it’s right around the corner.  We can walk,”

“Let’s go, then.”

As they walked to the restaurant, Ross saw two young men walking ahead of them.  They were holding hands, and it made Ross uncomfortable.  Once in the restaurant they had to wait about twenty minutes for a table. 

“The food is worth the wait,” Benjie assured Ross.

They were finally seated, and Ross noted that there were only men patrons in the restaurant.  He became even more uncomfortable.  Whenever he looked around and caught someone’s eye, the man would smile at him and wink.  Some of them even gave him a tiny wave of their hand.

“Do you know everyone in the restaurant?” he asked Benjie.  “They’re all waving at you.”

“I’m afraid they’re not waving at me.  It’s you who is getting all the attention.  These guys are flirting with you.   I’ve been here often, and I never get noticed.  I’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable, but you did want to take me to my favorite restaurant.”

“You’re deluding yourself,” Ross said.  “You’re much better looking than I am.  They’re flirting with you.”

“You’re the delusional one,” Benjie countered.

“Is this a gay restaurant?” Ross asked with a little quiver in his voice.

“Of course not,” Benjie said, “straight people are allowed to eat here,” and then he did something he never did before.  He started to laugh.  “You do know that I live in a predominantly gay section of town, don’t you.”

“I didn’t know, but that’s fine,” Ross lied.  Inside his head he vowed to find someplace to live very quickly; no later than this upcoming weekend. 

“I think I need a drink,” he mumbled.

Benjie was aware of Ross’s discomfort and he was very amused; another unusual emotion for him.  It prompted him to say, “Ross, I never go to bars, but there’s a very quiet one just two doors up.  After dinner, we’ll go there, and I’ll buy you that drink.”

“Thanks, but what if guys continue to flirt with me?”

“I’ll hold your hand and they’ll think you’re with me.”

Ross did attract a lot of attention in the bar, and he was very nervous.  Finally Benjie said, “Relax, Brother.  You should be very flattered.”  Somehow that did help, and Ross began to relax.

They each had two drinks at the bar before heading home.

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There is an old expression that says God works his magic in mysterious ways.  Ross and Benjie were about to prove that adage, and put an explanation point on it.  There were to be a whole series of little incidents, which were to delay Ross’s hunt for an apartment.  They were small, but put them all together and they spelled, “DESTINY.”

When they got home, Ross remarked that he would shower in the morning, and hoped he could find everything he needed in the pile of clothes on the floor of the guest room.

“Look,” Benjie said.  “I have two dressers in my bedroom, and one of them is practically empty.  Why don’t you put your stuff in it?”

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“Hell no.  I’d prefer it to having clothes lying all over the floor.  I have another proposition for you, but I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.  Come with me.”

Ross followed Benjie into the master bedroom.  “I have a king size bed, as you can see.  Four big men could sleep comfortably in it.  The couch doesn’t look too comfortable, and you look like you didn’t sleep all weekend.  Why don’t you bunk in with me?  I promise you, it’s for your own comfort, and I’m not coming on to you.”

“I don’t know if I could fall asleep with another guy in my bed.”

“Trust me,” Benjie said.  “The way you look you’ll be asleep before your head hits the pillow.  Even though I usually sleep naked, I’ll wear pajama bottoms tonight so you won’t worry so much.”

“I don’t own any pajamas, so I’ll sleep in my boxers.  Just so you know, Benjie, I sleep nude at home also.”  They both laughed, and Benjie actually thought about asking him to sleep nude so they wouldn’t have to change their habits.  The idea both scared and surprised him.

They spent the next hour getting Ross settled and putting his stuff in the dresser, and then Benjie suggested he go to sleep.  He said he would also turn in shortly after he secured the apartment.  Ross did indeed fall asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.  While he was still in the twilight zone, he turned toward the other side of the bed, which was still empty.  It was force of habit, but he was just about to kiss his wife goodnight.  Fortunately he fell asleep before he acted on it.

Benjie woke up first the next morning.  Ross was snoring lightly.  It occurred to Benjie that he had thoroughly enjoyed the evening before, and he loved having Ross’s company.  He was surprised at his own unfamiliar feelings.  He decided to jump out of bed, shower and dress for work, before Ross got up.  He wanted to surprise him with a great breakfast.

Ross awakened while Benjie was in the shower.  He had to pee badly, and he had a whopper piss hard-on.  The door to the bathroom was open, but Ross hesitated to enter.  Finally, need won out over propriety, and he went in to pee.  He was able to see Benjie through the semi-opaque shower curtain.  Ross froze.  Benjie was jacking off.  Much as he would have loved to retreat, he had to pee badly.  He pretended not to look in the shower and proceeded to do his business.  The moment he started to empty his bladder, he heard Benjie’s muffled scream, indicating his climax.

He tried to hurry up and finish his urinating, but the booze from last night kept flowing and flowing.  In fact, it was still flowing when Benjie stepped out of the shower.  Ross was pleased to note that both of them were uncut, and about the same size.  He wondered why that meant anything to him.

“I’m sorry,” Ross apologized, “but I had to piss badly.”

“No sweat,” Benjie said trying to sound very macho, and simultaneously wishing his boner away.  “We were bound to see each other naked sooner or later.  When you’re finished doing what you’re doing, the shower is available.”  He grabbed a towel and started to dry himself.

While Ross was showering, Benjie got dressed and started a breakfast of bacon and eggs, with toasted bagels.  He spaced out his labors so that Ross would be ready when the food was.

During breakfast, Benjie further surprised himself when he said, “It’s kind of nice having someone in the house with me.”

“Yes, I agree with you.  In fact, we might as well take one car to work today, but I’d like to a stop at a super market on the way home.  I want to buy the fixings for a gourmet meal.  I’m going to cook for you tonight to show my appreciation.”

Benjie didn’t know what to say, so he just smiled.

Benjie usually preferred to by-pass coffee break time.  He rarely socialized with his co-workers, but today Ross insisted that he take a break and have a cup of coffee with him.  Benjie could not say no to the man who was going to prepare his dinner tonight.  While they were sitting in the company cafeteria, several people came over to chat with Ross, and, of course, Benjie became a part of the conversation.

The embryo that was Benjie was breaking out of his shell, or his cocoon, or whatever.  He enjoyed the chit chat even though it was idle chatter.  Maybe socializing wasn’t all that bad.  In fact, on the way to the super market, Ross and Benjie gossiped away about some of their co-workers.  They couldn’t stop laughing.

Just before they arrived at Benjie’s apartment, Ross said, “I’m going to work out tomorrow after work.  Please join me.”

“I think I’d like that a lot,” Benjie said.  Then he thought, “Who the hell is saying these things?  Certainly it isn’t me.”

The next evening Ross instructed Benjie in the use of all the gym equipment.  Benjie found himself invigorated by the workout.  During the course of the workout, several men came over to say hello to Ross.  He introduced them to Benjie as a dear friend.

After the workout, they went to the showers, and absolutely ignored all the rules.  They showered under side by side shower heads.  While they were cleansing their bodies, Benjie said, “Thanks, Ross; I didn’t realize how great I would feel.”  He wanted to ask Ross to do his back, but this time the entity inside of him kept its mouth shut.

Before going home, Benjie took out a membership in the gym, so that he and Ross could work out together.  They were fresh showered when they got home, so they didn’t have to rush.  Benjie made them coffee which he served with donuts.  Neither one wanted the day to end, but finally Ross said, “I think we should hit the hay.”

They used the bathroom separately, and when he came out, Ross was naked.  “Look,” he said, “I was really uncomfortable in my boxers last night.  I’d rather sleep in my birthday suit.  You saw me in the shower in all my glory so it’s no big deal.”

Benjie answered by stepping out of his PJ bottoms, and both men climbed into bed.  They weren’t as far apart this night as they had been the previous one.

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As Friday approached, Benjie grew a little sad that Ross would leave, and he’d be alone again, so he made Ross a proposition.  “Instead of looking for an apartment, what if I converted my den back to being a bedroom, and you roomed with me?  It would be a lot cheaper for you, and frankly I enjoy your company.”

“I enjoy your company also,” Ross said, “but why convert your den?  It’s working out perfectly fine that we sleep together.  I mean that in the literal sense, of course.”

“No kidding?” Benjie smiled, almost incredulously.  Without thinking, he grabbed hold of Ross and hugged him.  It’s a good thing that they hadn’t stripped for sleep yet.  Then he said, “If you want to bring home a woman, I’ll sleep on the couch in the den.”

“Oh really,” Ross answered, “and what if you bring home some guy?”

“That’s not likely to happen,” Benjie said, and the subject was dropped.

So Ross moved in permanently, and both their lives were changed.  They began to be companions for one another.  They carpooled to and from work; went to the gym together; ate most of their meals together, and occasionally went to a movie together.  Benjie became more sociable at work, and his co-workers thought that he was very friendly.  Benjie and Ross were very comfortable with their arrangement, and were happy that it had happened.

Most of the tenants in their building were gay, and Benjie had never socialized with any of them, but not so Ross.  He made lots of friends immediately, and he and Benjie socialized with them.  Their neighbors thought that they were a couple, and they didn’t deny it.  During the course of a conversation with their next door neighbor, Doug, he mentioned a website which screened male porn.  Benjie never kept any male CD’s around, but Ross became curious.  He went to that site on his computer.

If he was to be honest with himself, he would swear that he was going to be grossed out.  Far from it; he was overwhelmingly aroused, and decided that since he loved Benjie, and never wanted ever to be apart from him, he was going to seduce his bed-mate.  He concluded that he couldn’t spend his lifetime with Benjie, and have a loveless life.  That wouldn’t be fair to either of them.

He realized then and there that he truly loved Benjie.  He had never really thought that two people of the same sex could love each other, but now he knew that it was possible, and it was wonderful.

That night in bed, he slept closer to Benjie than he ever had before.  He pretended to be asleep, and he threw one arm across Benjie’s chest.  Poor Benjie was frozen.  He didn’t know what to do.  He took hold of Ross’s hand, and ran the palm gently down his cheek.  Then he laid the arm down on the bed.  Now Ross knew that Benjie was crying.

Dropping all pretenses, he hunkered up to Benjie, and asked, “Why are you crying Babe?”

“I think you know why, you big oaf.”

“I want to make love with you,” Ross said.  “You don’t have to teach me a thing.  I’ve been watching male porn, and it’s awesome.”

“In that case, maybe you can teach me a few things.  I haven’t had much practice.”

“Let’s practice together,” Ross whispered in Benjie’s ear, as he rolled on top of his love.

Kissing each other was uncomfortable for both of them, but they wanted to do it, and they did.  At first, neither opened their mouths, but finally Benjie’s lips parted, and Ross took the cue.  Their tongues met, and the duel which followed ignited their passion.

Benjie whispered, “I have no condoms or lube in the apartment.   We’ll buy those things tomorrow, but I would love to give you a blow job tonight.” 

“Sure that’ll be a pleasure, but I want to give you one also.”

They stopped kissing, and Benjie leaned over Ross.  He began to run his tongue up and down the underside of Ross’s very hard cock.  Ross had a copious amount of pre-cum, which Benjie licked up hungrily.  Eventually he took Ross into him.  He continued to lick the luscious cock while his lips pumped sensuously.  He was extra careful not to let his teeth touch, and Ross came much too soon, screaming profanities.  When he concluded his profanities, he yelled out, “I love you, Benjie.  Please love me back.”

Benjie answered by kissing Ross with an open mouth, and they shared Ross’s cum.  When he could talk again, Benjie said, “I love you also.”

Now Ross leaned over Benjie and proceeded to give him the same pleasure.

“I didn’t expect cock to taste so good,” Ross said, “but maybe it tastes so good because I love you.  I was always uncomfortable giving oral sex to my wife, and she never reciprocated.  I wonder if she sucks her lover’s cock.”

When he concluded his catharsis, Ross went back to sucking Benjie’s cock, and way too quickly, Benjie came, and Ross swallowed every drop.

They both fell asleep quickly.  They were wrapped in each other’s arms.  As they were falling asleep, they both had the same thought.  “I HAVE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER IN MY LIFE!”

That night was a beginning for them.  In time their love making got more intense as it improved.  They spent hours in foreplay.  They gave each other trips around the world; they rimmed each other, and tried golden showers, which excited hidden passions in both of them.

Benjie became very sociable, and Ross stopped struggling to make a failing marriage work. 

The Beginning

Posted: 11/10/17