The Second Time Around by Hankster

The Second Time Around

by: Hankster

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I crept quietly out of bed and stepped into my slippers. I was trying to be as quiet as possible. My robe was lying on the arm of my boudoir chair. I removed it cautiously and put it on over my naked body. When I reached the bedroom door, I glanced over my shoulder. Ron was fast asleep on his back. He looked like an angel. Somehow he had thrown the covers off. His right arm lay across his forehead and his left rested on his crotch. I smiled at him and went to the bathroom.

As I peed, my morning woodie began to recede. I brushed my teeth and took a quick shower. I always shave in the shower, but I had shaved the night before at Ron’s request so I skipped it this time. After drying myself, I put my bathrobe back on and went to the kitchen to start breakfast. On the way, I passed the bedroom door and glanced in. Ron continued to sleep, but he had rolled on his side. His ass was round and inviting. I wanted to kiss it, but I went on into the kitchen.

I set the table and got the coffee maker ready. All I had to do was push the start button. I could have awakened the sleeping beauty, but I decided to let him sleep a little longer. Instead, I sat down at the kitchen table and started to reflect on my current state of being. I was definitely in a place I had been trying to avoid for the past two years.

This was the third night in a row that Ron and I had slept together. Two nights ago I had slept in his apartment, and the night before that, he slept with me in mine. The last thing in the world I wanted was a relationship. Before Ron came home with me last evening, I wanted to tell him that three times was way over my limit for having sex with one guy, but I didn’t, and I knew that I wouldn’t. Damn it, I was already looking forward to tonight. Hell, it was Monday. I would love to stay in bed and suck and fuck all day, but we both have to go to work. We would have to wait until tonight.

******

I got married at twenty-one to my high school sweetheart. We had been having sex all through out junior and senior years, and marriage seemed the natural thing to do. Sharon was a dream wife. I was going to the University of Michigan when we married, and we took a small apartment off campus. She got a job waiting tables at a nearby restaurant and helped pay my way through the remaining two years. She even helped me get my MBA at Wharton. She never complained once, nor did she ever indicate to me that she herself wanted to get a higher education.

I got my first job as assistant to the CFO in a publicly listed company with headquarters in Philadelphia. I could now support us and support us very well. We bought our first home and went about trying to get pregnant. It never happened, even though the doctors said that there was nothing wrong with either of us. I offered Sharon the option of going back to college or adopting, but she turned both down. Instead she went to a business school for a short while, and afterwards she got a job as a secretary in a small company. I was happy for her and thought that would make her happy too. How wrong I was.

She changed after that. She complained all the time about how miserable she was. She hated her job, her life was boring, and she was verbal in regretting the years that she had wasted putting me through school. It upset me enough that she felt that way, but her bitterness was all directed against me. No matter what I did, she was displeased with me for one reason or another. Little by little, the verbal abuse increased and her bitterness manifested as a 24/7 event.

We had less and less sex. I found myself whacking off every day, either before bedtime or in my morning shower. It was the only relief I had. At the time I was barely thirty. I guess that’s why I was so vulnerable and allowed what happened to happen.

I hired a young man to join the team in my office. He had not yet graduated college, but he was well on his way, and he was taking classes two nights a week. He was twenty-one and very handsome, with a sweet personality. I found myself wanting to be with him more and more. I made excuses for him to work on projects with me. Our friendship grew. We began to have lunch together, and when we worked late we had dinner together. I never rushed our evenings together. Sharon couldn’t care less when I came home, or if I came home.

One night Mac (George Mackenzie) and I stayed late to work on a proposal. It took much less time than we both expected, but Mac asked if I would have dinner with him anyway. I gladly accepted, not wanting to go home to Nagville.

“I’ve got plenty of leftovers from a Chinese restaurant,” he informed me. “Why don’t you come to my place and I’ll heat it up, that is, if you don’t mind leftovers?” I realized that I would be alone with Mac for the very first time. The strangest feeling came over me. I knew it was a feeling I had experienced before, and I probed my mind for an explanation. I suddenly identified that it was the same feeling I used to get when I anticipated having sex with Sharon in the good old days. That totally confused me. I had always accepted without question my heterosexual nature. At that moment I wasn’t actually thinking about having sex with Mac. The feeling I was experiencing was merely a feeling of the expectation of sex. I dismissed the thought and gladly accepted his invitation. I had already told Sharon I’d be home late so I didn’t even think of calling her.

Mac lived in a studio apartment not far from the office. It was small, but neat, and very clean. He had a tiny table with two chairs that would seat the two of us. His meager kitchen was set back from the room, and hidden by a curtain. Besides that there was a sleep sofa, coffee table, dresser, and bedside table. It was cozy to say the least.

As soon as we were in the apartment, Mac removed his suit jacket and tie, and undid his two top shirt buttons. He hung everything on a clothes rack. Apparently there was no closet in the place. Without asking, he started to remove my jacket and he told me to get comfortable. I removed my tie as well and he hung my stuff up next to his. It struck me as an act of intimacy and I smiled at such nonsense.

“I’ll get the food out of the fridge and start warming it,” he said. “Then I’ll make us a drink and we can talk while we’re waiting.”

“Sounds good,” I said. I sat down on the sleep sofa and watched Mac put the dinner in pots to warm. He set the table, and then went to a cabinet over the stove. He retrieved two glasses that he put on the coffee table and took a bottle of white wine out of the fridge.

“Is this OK?” he asked. I nodded and he poured us each half a glass of wine. He sat down on the sleep sofa. When he did, his knee touched mine and I was distinctly uncomfortable, but I did not move away. I was sure it was an accident and I didn’t want to draw attention to it. Mac raised his glass and I raised mine.

“To us,” he said and he took a sip. I followed suit. We sat in silence for a moment and then I said, “Nice place you have here. It’s warm and cozy.”

“It suits my needs,” he said, “at least until I graduate.”

We made small talk for a while. I was still amazed at how easy and relaxed I was around Mac. Every second with Sharon put me on edge. I never knew when she would attack me for something. Suddenly Mac stood up. “I think everything should be ready by now.”

I stood up too. “I need to pee and wash my hands,” I said. “Where’s the…”

Mac pointed to a door I hadn’t even noticed before. It was painted the same color as the surrounding wall and blended right in. I went into the bathroom. It was small too, but it had a stall shower, a small sink and a commode. Of course, the lid was up. I unzippered my fly and took out my cock. I was always proud of that cock. It was cut and five inches flaccid. When erect, it got to seven or eight inches. It varied with how aroused I was. I was partially aroused at the moment, but I couldn’t think why, so I attributed it to having to pee.

As my water flowed I saw that there were magazines on the tank. I picked one up, and gawked. Then I examined the others and gasped. The magazines all contained nude pictures of men in various stages of arousal. There were even pictures of men in various positions having sex together. I should have been revolted, but once again, I was shocked to realize that I was becoming aroused. I put the magazines down and shook my cock dry. I even dabbed the slit with a bit of toilet paper. I stood there taking deep breaths until at last my cock began to go down. When I was finally in control of myself, it hit me like a balloon full of water. My dear friend Mac was gay. I had to steel myself to leave the bathroom.

When I got out, I saw that we each had a bowl of wonton soup sitting in front of us. A platter on the table held a variety of Chinese dishes. We need only help ourselves. Mac motioned for me to sit down.

I sat down and we ate in silence for awhile until finally I could restrain myself no longer. “That’s an interesting batch of magazines you’ve got in the bathroom,” I remarked as casually as I could.

Mac looked like I had just tasered him. “Shit, shit, shit,” he kept repeating over and over again. “I forgot all about it.” He jumped up to run to the bathroom to remove the offensive reading material. It was way too late. I grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Relax,” I said. “I’ve never seen stuff like that, and I found it kind of arousing.” Mac seemed to relax somewhat when I said that, and he sat down.

“Oh, Jim,” he said. “I really am sorry. I didn’t want you to find out this way. I wanted to tell you in my own way and in my own time.”

“Why would you have so much trouble telling me? I thought we were good friends. Good friends don’t have secrets.” I smiled my best smile at him to let him know that I was still his friend, and probably I always would be.

“Really, Jim,” he stammered. I usually don’t hide who I am and if someone asks I tell the truth. But with me it’s, if you don’t ask if I am gay, I won’t tell you. Anyway you’re the last person in the world I would tell that I was gay.”

I was definitely hurt by that remark. “Why?” I asked.

“Because I’m in love with you.” He said that quickly, as if he would lose his nerve if he hesitated.

“I guess you want to leave now?” he asked.

Actually a part of me did want to run, but instead I said, “I’d rather stay and talk about it. This is a shock to me, and I need time to absorb it.”

Mac looked at me. There were definitely tears in his eyes. “Thanks for not running out on me,” he said. “I know we can never be intimate, but just sitting here alone with you, is wonderful for me. It’s the best I can hope for.”

I have no idea why I did what I did next, but I did it. I stood up, took my handkerchief out of my pocket and wiped away his tears. As I did so, Mac took my hand and kissed the back of it.

A warm sensation swept through my body. It settled in my groin and I smiled at him. My cock was rising and it was right in front of his nose. There was no way I could hide it, so I blurted out, “Please don’t make anything out of it. I’m just perpetually horny. My wife and I hardly ever have sex anymore.”

“I’m sorry,” was all Mac could manage to say.

“Don’t be sorry for me. I whack off once or twice a day, and it keeps me going.”

Mac started to laugh, and I got my shackles up. “You find that amusing?” I asked, not too sweetly.

“Oh no,” he said. “It’s just that I do the same thing. I know that most straight people think gays are promiscuous, but that’s not true, at least, it’s not true for me. I’m practically a virgin.”

“Wow,” I said. “I guess that puts us in the same boat.” Mac stood up just then and I put my arms around him to comfort him. It was an unconscious act, and I thought nothing of it until Mac started to squeeze my waist, and then he laid his cheek against mine. I knew I should have pulled away, but I didn’t want to. I hadn’t had a warm cheek lie against mine since college days. I liked how it felt. Mac was the one who finally pulled away and looked in my eyes.

“Let me make you happy,” he said. “You don’t have to do anything to me, and I promise it will be our secret.”

My almost fully erect cock was dripping precum and wetting my underwear. It needed relief and Mac was willing to take care of it for me. “Yes, yes,” I mumbled. “Make me happy.”

He released me and ran to the sleep sofa. He opened it up to a queen size bed. I just stood like a stone statue. I was uncertain what to do. “Undress,” he directed me. As he said so, he started to undress. Seconds later he stood in front of me totally naked. I had to admire his body. It was lean and muscular. He had no hair at all, except sparse pubic hair. I stared at it and I was certain he kept it trimmed. (I did the same). I hesitated before I allowed my eyes to gaze upon his fantastic cock. It was uncut and fully erect when I first saw it. It was at least a half inch longer than mine and somewhat thicker.

I had never been aroused by a man’s cock before. I had seen my share in locker rooms, but never erect. For some reason, his hard tool sent shivers through my body. I wanted to grab it and sense what another man’s cock felt like, but I knew I would never do that. I diverted my attention by stripping myself. By the time that was done, Mac was in bed. He motioned for me to join him. I tried not to touch his naked body, but he slid close to me, and put an arm around my torso. I faced him and did the same. It had been years since I had been intimate with another human being, and I admit Mac’s naked body felt wonderful next to mine. He hunkered into me and I felt his cock against me, pressing hard into me.

“May I touch it?” I asked.

“You can touch any part of me,” he answered and suddenly I felt him stroking my cock, and then my balls. He went back and forth and I can’t tell you how good it felt.

“Are you OK with this?” Mac asked.

He was being considerate, and I screamed out, “Please don’t stop,” just to let him know it was all right. I had forgotten to touch him so I reached down and enveloped as much of his tool in my palm as I could. I started to stroke even more gently than he was doing. He moaned softly and I knew he liked what I was doing. I had to admit, his cock felt really nice in my hand.

Our faces and our lips were inches apart. “Jim,” I want to kiss you,” Mac said. “Please let me. If it grosses you out, I’ll stop. I swear.”

I was confused. I never kissed a man before and I didn’t know if I could, but at that moment, sex with Mac was becoming so rapturous that I simply whispered, “Yes.”

He placed his lips on mine, making no attempt to use his tongue. He felt so good. It was actually I who forced my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues caressed, and my cock in his hand throbbed. Then Mac started to do something I didn’t expect. He started kissing his way down my body. When He nibbled, sucked and kissed my nipples, I nearly jumped off the bed. I never knew that a man’s nipples were so erogenous. He lingered there for the longest time before continuing his downward journey. After kissing my pubes for awhile, I anticipated my prize, but again he surprised me. He bypassed my cock and balls and started kissing down the inside of my thighs. He kept going and when he reached my toes, he started to suck them one at a time.

I could bear it no longer. “I need to cum,” I begged him, and at last I felt his tongue on the underside of my shaft. He licked up and down and onto my balls. Occasionally he licked under my balls just at the top of my crack. I moaned loudly so he would know what pleasure he was giving me.

“Please,” I begged again, and he started bathing my cock in earnest. His spittle slobbered around the head and his tongue stroked up and down the shaft. I cannot explain the pleasure I was feeling. I wanted to warn him that I was cumming but I couldn’t catch my breath to speak. I exploded into his mouth and he kept on sucking and swallowing until I had to beg him to stop. He slithered up and resumed kissing me and I could taste my own cum in my mouth.

“Do you think you could ever do that to me?” he asked.

Without any hesitation, I answered, “You bet I can, and I will.” I had never felt as close to, or as connected to another human being as I felt to Mac at that moment. I didn’t just go down on him, I pounced on him. I was overwhelmed at how sweet his cock tasted. I tried to emulate how he had sucked me and the pleasure it had given me. I must have done something right because Mac was moaning and twisting his body in what was obvious sexual rapture. He never warned me when he was cumming, so I was shocked when he began to scream and unload into my mouth. I was about to pull away, but his thick juices tasted like honey, like the nectar of the gods. Instead of pulling away, I swallowed every drop and licked any excess off his diminishing cock.

I rolled over and we lay side by side. Mac took my hand and asked, “Do you hate me? Are you grossed out? Should I not bother to come to work on Monday?”

I started to laugh. “Jerk,” I said. “You just gave me the best sex I have ever had in my life.” I rolled on top of him and started kissing him passionately. When we came up for air, Mac said, “There’s a lot more we can do.”

“I know,” I answered. “Will you teach me?”

After that night, I never slept with a woman again. For the next two years, Mac and I got together as often as we could. He and I experimented with anal sex, and after a time we decided that I was a top and he was a bottom. Nevertheless we were able to go both ways for variety. To his credit, he never pressured me to leave Sharon, even though he told me continuously how much he loved me. As for me, I made a terrible mistake. I never told him that I wanted to leave Sharon and live with him. It just never occurred to me that it was an option.

I attended his graduation, and expected to celebrate in our usual fashion, but first, I took him out for a fancy graduation dinner. It was over dessert, that he dropped his bombshell.

“I’m leaving next week for Seattle,” he said. “I don’t see much growth for me in your company, and I was recruited on campus as controller and office manager for a small electronics firm in Seattle.”

I was stunned. “What about us?” I asked.

“I don’t see much future for us either. You’ll never come out of the closet, and I doubt you’ll ever leave your abusive relationship. I need to think of me and my future for a change. I love you, but I realize I can’t ever be with you. After dinner I’d like you to get up and leave before I change my mind.”

I started to cry. I knew Mac was right. I didn’t wait for the check to arrive. I went up to the cashier, paid the check and never saw Mac again.

I stayed with Sharon for another eight years. We had a sexless marriage and she constantly let me know how miserable she was and that I was the cause of it. Mac never tried to contact me in all that time. Then fate stepped in.

On the day before my fortieth birthday, the CEO of my firm called me in to his office. “Jim, he said, “I have a great proposition for you. We are opening a new market and establishing a presence in South Florida. Our demographic guys have located a perfect building for a warehouse and offices in Ft. Lauderdale. I’m sending Jackson out to run the operation, and I’d like you to be our CFO. You’ll have to relocate, of course, so speak to your wife, and get back to me in a day or two. If you don’t want to relocate, I’ll understand and I’ll have to recruit from the outside.”

“What about salary?” I asked. Ordinarily I would not have asked such a question, but I had a plan brewing in my head.

“You’ll receive a substantial increase, of course.” He smiled at me. I hope you will accept,” he said. “You’re the best man for the job.”

I had been planning my escape from Sharon’s bitching for months. Now I knew exactly what I was going to do. I would load my car with my personal things, and simply drive south. I would leave Sharon a note telling her she could divorce me if she wanted to. I didn’t care one way or the other. I was out of her life and that was that. Over the next few weeks, I went to my broker and transferred more than half my assets into her name. I had my lawyer draw a quitclaim deed, and I gave her the house. The mortgage was almost paid up, and I made a final lump sum payment so the house would be free and clear. I took some of the funds from our joint checking account and opened a separate account in my name only, in a bank that had branches in Ft. Lauderdale. I tried to think of everything I could do to help Sharon get through the trauma of my escape, and I consoled myself by convincing myself that she wanted this as much as I did. I hated her so much, that I took particular joy in knowing that she didn’t have a clue that I was being transferred.

One happy Saturday morning, she went to the mall, and I knew that she would be there for hours. It took me one hour to pack the car. I left her my note, and headed for the interstate and my new life.

******

I had been doing my homework, and before I took off, I looked on line for a rental apartment in the gayest section of Ft. Lauderdale. I didn’t want to buy a condo until I was familiar with the city, and I was certain of where I wanted to live. I saw three apartment buildings that looked promising. I called the numbers listed and made three appointments all on the same day, morning, noon and mid afternoon. In the meantime I had booked a room in a nearby motel.

I arrived at the motel the day before my house hunting was to begin. After unpacking, I drove directly to my new office. Larry Jackson, the operations manager, had arrived the day before. We greeted each other as old friends and he showed me to my office. It was going to be my job to link our computer accounting systems to the main network, and I had two weeks to do it before we officially opened for business. I was more than up to the challenge. I told Larry that I had to look for an apartment the next day, and since it was temporary housing, I wouldn’t be fussy. I assured him I would start work the day after that.

That evening, I consulted the gay yellow pages on my laptop, and found a slew of gay bars along one thoroughfare. I dressed in shorts, a muscle shirt, and sandals, and I headed out for the evening. I looked sexy in my skimpy garb. All the hours I had spent in the gym in order to avoid Sharon had paid off. After I had a light dinner at a restaurant near the motel, I went to one of the bars. It was still happy hour and I got myself two beers for the price of one. I sat at the bar and the bar tender noted that he had not seen me before. I explained that I was moving down, and had just arrived earlier in the day. We introduced ourselves, and he spoke to me whenever he had a free moment.

There was an animated conversation going on between the two guys sitting next to me on my right. They turned to get my opinion on something, and I suddenly found myself part of their conversation. They were both a little older than I am, but the one sitting closest to me was very handsome. He reminded me a little bit of Mac and what Mac might look like at his age.

After a bit, he turned away from the guy he was talking to and directed all his attention to me. He introduced himself. “My name’s Ken,” he said extending his hand.

“Jim,” I responded. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” After a few minutes of conversation, I found out that he lived walking distance from the bar. I asked him about the three locations I had appointments at, and he immediately gave me the pros and cons of each place. I was just finishing my third beer when Ken asked me if I’d like to see his place. That was the best offer I had since Mac left me. I really wanted to go with him, but I said, “Ken, I’d really like to, but I drove most of the night and I am just exhausted. Can I take a rain check?”

“Sure,” he said. He took out his wallet and handed me his card. “Call me as soon as you settle in,” he said.

“You bet,” I answered him and headed back to the motel.

There was not much difference in the three apartments I looked at, so I took the first one because I could get possession in three days. I immediately bought a dinette set, a bedroom set, and a living room suite, and arranged for delivery on Saturday morning. I had to stay in the motel until the morning of delivery. I also bought some linens, and bathroom and kitchen accessories, which I stored at my office. I brought everything over to my apartment Saturday morning and waited for my furniture to be delivered. By Saturday night, I had everything in the apartment organized. I looked around and decided that all I needed were some wall hangings and I was all set. I would have to wait to get a Florida driver’s license until after I linked up the computer system and could afford to take a few hours off.

Until I could have a land line hooked up, I used my cell phone for all my calls. Late Saturday, I phoned Ken. When he answered I could hear a lot of noise in the background. The number he gave me was his cell phone. He asked me to wait a minute while he went outside. He was at the bar where we had met. He begged me to come on over and he would introduce me to some of his friends.

When I got there, I was surprised at how busy the place was. I had been there last on a weekday, but the joint was jumping on Saturday night. Ken spotted me when I came through the door and came over to fetch me. I was shocked when he greeted me with a kiss on my lips. It was a rather chaste kiss, but I didn’t expect it. We went to the bar and he insisted on buying me a drink. He introduced me to three of his friends. His friends, this time, all seemed to be a little younger than I. They welcomed me to Ft. Lauderdale and assured me that I would love it here. Little did they know that I loved every minute away from Sharon’s nagging. I could have been anywhere in the world and been very content.

There was an active piano bar that night and we all stood around the piano, listening to the singer. Ken was behind me and I felt his arm encircling my waist. He whispered in my ear, “Are you ready to see my place tonight?”

I turned to him and smiled. “I’m ready when you are boss.” His hand crept lower and encircled my crotch. “I guess you’re ready,” I said. “Wanna go?”

That night I began my new life. I couldn’t get enough sex with Ken. I was so love starved, I wanted more and more. Even when he told me that he was solely a top, I let him fuck me, protected of course. I guess, I knocked him out because he fell fast asleep. When he did, I got dressed quietly, and crept out. I wanted to go home, where I was the king of the castle, and nobody was there to order me around.

I had sex with Ken again after that on a few occasions, but I did not want to get involved with any one. My twenty year adventure with Sharon had made me wary of any kind of commitment. I had no problem making contacts, and I enjoyed a one night stand two or three times a week. I was happy and content. The business Larry and I were sent to get going, was doing well also. Occasionally I heard from Sharon’s lawyer, but I had provided for her and she didn’t bother me much. After the first year she divorced me, and that made my life even simpler and much happier.

For more than two years I led this idyllic life, avoiding relationships and commitments. I was making lots of friends and I felt like a fixture in the local gay community. The only thing that wasn’t on schedule was buying a condominium for myself. My apartment was small, but cozy, and easy to maintain. I just couldn’t get up the incentive to make the next move.

******

One Friday night I was sitting in one of my favorite gay bars talking to a friend. This handsome guy came sauntering in looking very lost. He sat down right next to me and ordered a gin and tonic, which just happens to be my drink of choice. He looked around and seemed a little lost. When he got his drink the bartender commented that he had not seen him here before and I had a sudden vision of myself on the first day I came into this bar. I remembered how Ken had helped me break the ice so I turned to the guy, stuck out my hand, and introduced myself.

“I’m Jim,” I said. “Are you visiting from out of town?”

“No, I just moved down from Chicago a couple of days ago. I’m staying at a motel until my load arrives. I’ve rented a place a few blocks from here.” He stuck out his hand to greet mine. “Ron’s the name,” he said.

When we shook hands I felt a hot flash run through my body. I had never experienced anything like it. At first I got scared that maybe something bad was happening to me, but I felt too good. I was just simply attracted to this guy. He was so handsome, and when I looked into his eyes, I saw a gentleness and kindness that was awesome. I needed to know him better.

“I live close by here too. Where’s your place?” I asked only to keep the conversation going. He gave me the address, and I flipped. He was in my building.

“What apartment?” I asked. “I’m in 3C.”

“I’m in 4C. Ain’t that a hoot?” he responded.

“I sure hope you don’t walk around in high heels,” I quipped.

“No,” he answered seriously. “I’m gay, not a drag queen.”

I put my hand on his knee without thinking. He didn’t move away. “I think we are going to be great friends,” I said. We talked for hours. I don’t know where the time went. His life story was the same as mine, a bad marriage, a conversion by a best friend, and a transfer by his company. We marveled at how alike we were. As the evening wore on I asked if he would like to come home with me.

“It’s a tight fit as you know, but it will be better than sleeping alone in a motel room,” I assured him.

He took my hand. “I’m sure you’re right,” he said.

A few minutes later we were in my apartment. We were too old for coyness and we both began to undress rapidly. I took a moment to admire his fit body, and when he saw me gawking, he said, “I spent hours in the gym to get away from my wife.”

“Me too,” I said, and I dropped my boxers. We stared at each other. We were both cut, and we were fully erect. I guess we both measured the same, about seven inches. I couldn’t stand there just staring at him any longer. I dropped to my knees and began to suck his cock. He pulled away.

“I like to make a little love first,” he said, and he leaned into me and we began to kiss. We ended up rolling in my bed, kissing and fondling and giggling like virgins. Through it all I was aware that Ron made me feel different than any other of my one night stands. He made me feel warm, cuddly and wanted. If I wasn’t so intent on avoiding a relationship, I might have recognized that I had fallen in love at first sight.

“It’s OK now,” he said. I smiled at him and went down on him. It wasn’t long before I realized that he was about to blow. He pulled away. “Not yet,” he said. “Jim, honey, I’m a bottom, if you want to….”

He called me honey and he was a bottom. I nearly cried. In fact, maybe I did. I retrieved the condoms and lube from my dresser drawer and got us ready. When I entered him, I was so overwhelmed by a feeling of connection that this time I did cry. I entered him too easily. It was as if my cock was the perfect size for his conduit. From the very first stroke he screamed in pleasure. He came long before I did, and his cum squished between our bodies. It only served to turn me on even more, if that was possible.

After we had both satisfied ourselves, we lingered in bed, kissing and fondling. We did have to get out of bed eventually and shower. He washed and soaped me, and I returned the favor. When we were dried off, Ron wanted to get dressed and go back to the hotel. I was the one who usually asked my guests to leave, so when I said,” Please stay the night,” I was shocked at myself. Ron did stay, and we slept in each others arms. I hadn’t done that with another human being since my honeymoon with Sharon.

Ron’s furniture came early the next morning. After the delivery, we drove to his motel. I helped him pack and check out. Then we went back to his apartment and in a very short time, we had him unpacked and looking like he had lived there all his life.

“Will you help me christen the apartment tonight?” he asked. I panicked. Two nights in a row was not my style, nor my intent, but that’s not what I said to Ron.

“Only if you allow me to take you out to dinner tonight as a Welcome Wagon gift.”

So I spent the second night with Ron in his apartment fucking my brains out, and last night we were back in my apartment for more of the same. Now here it is early Monday morning and I am making breakfast for a sleeping beauty. We both have to go to work so I better wake him up.

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Ron and I have not spent a night apart for a year now. We have virtually been living in two apartments, going back and forth between them. Whatever we suffered in our past lives, we have more than made up in this one. Our lives are filled with love every day. We have good friends, good jobs, a very substantial dual income, and lots and lots of sex. I never thought I would want to share my life with anyone again. Ron is my miracle. It is definitely true that love’s more wonderful the second time around.

I managed to locate Mac in Seattle and I contacted him. I told him about Ron, and he was thrilled for me. He has a partner too. They have been together for over seven years. We promised to visit each other. I’d like that to happen but I don’t have high hopes for such an excursion. Still, one should never say never.

Ron and I gave the building manager notice that we will be moving out when Ron’s one year lease expires. We bought a lovely two bedroom condo in the next street. The fact that we own it together bonds us even closer. I guess there is a moral to this story.

No matter how you may resist getting ’involved,’ if the right someone comes along, resistance is futile.

Posted: 07/30/10