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I was daydreaming, off in la la land, while Seth was still
inside me. There was a puddle of my cum on the sheets in front of me.
Seth was rubbing his hand up and down along my side, from my knee up
to my shoulder, his nose was buried in the curls on the back of my
head, he was breathing very slowly. Each time he exhaled I could feel
my hair move very slightly. His hand was gliding very softly over the
smoothness of my skin. I felt absolutely at peace and relaxed. He
moved up against me tighter and his hand slid over the edge of my
ribs, across my tit, coming to rest in the middle of my chest. He
moved his head so that his nose was resting on the side of my ear, his
breath circling around in my ear, tickling me in a sensuous way.
I sighed.
Seth reached down between us and held the condom as he withdrew from me. At the instant that he pulled out I felt empty, but still very much fulfilled. He got up for a minute and I felt suddenly cold. I pulled the covers up over my shoulder. When Seth returned I rolled over onto my back and smiled up at him. He put a hand on each side of my face, fingers behind my neck, he lifted my head up as he sat crosslegged on the bed beside me. He bent down, like a person in a prayer position for some Eastern religion, his face meeting mine as his spine was curved. He kissed me, lips to lips, my hands went onto his shoulders, pulling him closer, lifting his butt up off his feet.
"Seth"
"Yes Steve"
"I think I'm falling in love with you"
"That's OK Steve, that's OK"
He lowered me back down, then put his hands on either side of
me, lifting himself, his feet shot out from underneath him, and he
slid under the covers and on top of me in an amazingly graceful way.
He spread his body out on top of mine, so warm, I could smell the
scent of our sex in the room. In the dim light from the other room
his neck and his shoulders looked so inviting, so masculine. As his
arms relaxed I felt his weight upon me, his skin was just the tiniest
bit moist with sweat. I started running my fingers through the deep
blackness of his hair. He kissed me again, a rapid burst of tiny
kisses, on my lips, my nose, my cheeks and my forehead. I pulled
his head down as I turned mine slightly, his face now touching the
side of my own. His stubble was a coarse reminder that this was a
man I was in bed with. My fingers went down to the end of his hair,
on the back of his neck, dancing over the beauty of him. My lover,
Seth, so strong and yet so loving. I turned my head and kissed his
ear. He pushed his hands and then his arms under my shoulders,
until each hand was on my shoulder blade on the opposite side. He
squeezed me tight. Silence, nothing spoken, I knew what he was
saying to me. My fingers danced down the bumpy ridges of his spine,
to the middle of his back. Fingertips lightly on his skin, the small
of his back, just above his butt. I could feel the hairs.
Then he rolled slowly off me, and he turned his back to me, laying on his side, he drew his knees up just a little, halfway to a fetal position, he fixed his pillow under his head. I moved my own pillow over closer to him, then myself. I curled right up against him, snuggling, cuddling, my arm around him, my hand just above the triangle of his pubic hair, where the thick black line of his hair ran from his navel to his crotch. I pressed my nose against the sweet treasure of his long black hair. I inhaled his scent as my breathing slowed. I felt my pulse slowing down. It was the time that we might have said goodnight, but neither of us wanted to spoil the wonderful silent understanding between us. I heard his breathing get slower. Then I noticed the sound of the rain outside. Smell of Seth, black sheets, the curtain of sleep fell upon me. A phone ringing, not my phone, I rolled over, Seth not there. Where could he be ? The phone rang a third time, I decided to pick it up.
"Hello ?"
"Hello, Seth?"
"No, this is Steve."
"Oh, um, do I have the wrong number ?"
"Oh no, this is Seth's house, hang on, let me go see where
he is. Who may I say is calling ?"
"This is his friend Mark."
"OK Mark, hang on a second."
I got up and saw that the bathroom door was closed. I stood
at the door. I could hear an electric razor inside.
"Seth ?"
"Yes, I'll be right out"
"No rush, I'm OK, your friend Mark is on the phone."
"Oh great. Tell him I'll be right there please."
Seth and Mark talked for a long time. I got up and left the
room to give them a little privacy. In the bathroom I saw a clean
towel, and the shower stall was wet, telling me Seth had already
showered. I must have been sleeping quite soundly. I put my watch
and my medallion on the side of the sink and stepped into the shower.
The steamy water refreshed me and made me feel really awake. When I
was dried off I left the bathroom and Seth was still on the phone.
He seemed very excited. I went to the livingroom and put on my
underwear, then to the kitchen, intending to make some coffee. The
coffee was already made, so I poured us both a cup. I put Seth's on
the nightstand beside the phone, then I sat crosslegged on the edge
of his bed, sipping my coffee, seeing a lot of excitement on his
face. Seth was naked. His hair was a mess. His penis was soft and
hanging down in front of him. I thought about playing with him while
he stood there, but decided against it. It seemed like he had not
heard from Mark in quite a while. I finished my coffee before he was
done, put the cup on the nightstand, and stretched out on his bed on
top of the tangle of sheets, blankets and bedspread. My blue boxer
shorts felt out of place in his bed. I had never had underwear on in
Seth's bedroom before. I watched his excitement as he talked to
Mark. They were discussing airports and dates. I heard my name
mentioned too, with some very nice adjectives.
Seth hung up the phone after a long set of goodbyes. He was obviously happy. I listened as he told me about his old friend Mark, how long it had been since he had seen him, what a surprise to hear from him. Mark lives in Massachusetts, had not seen Seth in a few years, they go back a long way together. Mark's employer was asking him to move out here, and they wanted him to come out here for the next week to take a look at the area. I could tell that Seth and Mark had some sort of a very special friendship, and this was quite important to him. He was like a little kid all of a sudden. I smiled at him and asked him to tell me about Mark. He explained how Mark was his first gay friend, they had never been lovers, but Mark had taken him under his wings when he first began to come out. The more Seth told me about Mark, the more I thought he sounded like a really interesting guy. We agreed that the three of us should have dinner together some night during Mark's visit, but when Seth tried to pin down a date I suggested we should leave it open for now until they both knew their schedules for the week. I did not want to interfere with his time visiting with such a close friend.
"But Steve, I want him to meet you, you are important to me."
"Thank you Seth, you just call me when you guys have the time
and we'll get together, OK ?"
"Sure, fine, but I don't want Mark's visit to interfere with
us either, I mean, we are just getting started, you and I."
"I understand Seth. Relax, play it by ear and enjoy his
visit. You need your friends too, I won't be offended!"
Seth made us a very nice breakfast of sausages and eggs. I
helped a little by making the toast. He had a wonderful brand of
whole wheat bread with little nuggets of uncracked wheat mixed all
through it. He had some strawberry preserves too that gave the meal
a colorful presentation. He started talking more about Mark over
breakfast. Their friendship was obviously very intense and very
important to Seth. He had a glow in his eyes as he talked about
the first time he had met Mark in a gay bar, Mark had been in drag
at the time, something which Seth found outrageous and cute at the
same time.
After breakfast we took a shower together, which was very nice. I was tempted to drop the soap. Then after we got dressed I said goodbye and headed home, it was my day for doing laundry and paperwork. The Pet Shop Boys kept me company on the way home with some music that seemed very appropriate.
"You
You're my lover
You're my hope
You're my dreams
My life
My passion
My love
My sex
My learning
Violence, Religion, Injustice and Death"
-- Pet Shop Boys
Seth called me that night and we talked a while. Then on
Monday night he went to meet Mark at the airport. I was busy with
meetings on Tuesday night and on Wednesday night sweet sweet Brian
and I got together for dinner. He was pumping me for news about
Seth. When I told him that Seth had asked me to be his boyfriend
he got very excited. Somehow I did not share his enthusiasm. There
was something bothering me, but I did not know what it was. Sweet
sweet Brian knew there was something wrong but I kept avoiding his
questions. I could not explain something I did not understand
myself. I just had this feeling that something was hanging over my
head. Sweet sweet Brian wanted me to go with him and Zazzoo to Club
Saint John but I declined. Sweet sweet Brian gave me one of his
wonderful hugs and I hugged him back hard, desperately. Then I headed
home. Seth called me about ten o'clock to ask if I could meet him and
Mark at a Vietnamese restaurant on Castro Street in Mountain View for
dinner on Thursday. I agreed and then went to bed early, not
understanding at all what it was that was bothering me. I just had
this sense that something awful was about to happen.
I ended up on a service call in The City Thursday which dragged on past 5 o'clock. I had to drive like a maniac to get to Mountain View for dinner. I ended up being a few minutes late but Seth and Mark were not there yet. I was still in my tie and dress clothes. Seth and Mark arrived just a few minutes after me. I saw them walking up to the door of the restaurant from across the street. When they walked inside I got my first look at Mark, it was love at first sight.
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