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As I approached my car in the parking lot, I fumbled for my keys, only to find they weren’t there! Damn. Immediately, I realized I’d left them on the table near the condiments at the restaurant. I turned and headed back towards the restaurant. Mark saw me walking away from the car and called out, “Something wrong?” “Not really, I just left my keys on the table at the restaurant.” I sheepishly admitted. Mark got out of his car and insisted on walking back to the restaurant with me, just to make sure I didn’t run into trouble. This guy was really racking up the points here. Minutes later we walking into the restaurant lobby, and the receptionist spotted me and held up my keys, smiling. I acknowledged my forgetfulness, “Yep, my favorite trick. Score another one for the car key god.” I thanked her and we turned and left. On the way back to the car, Mark’s hand again found mine. He didn’t say anything for about half the way back to the parking lot, and then broke his silence with, “Got any other tricks?” I just turned to him and shouted to him, above the street noise, “Guess you’ll just have to wait until Saturday!” We each headed towards or own cars in the lot, cranked ‘em up and headed towards home. Thankfully, the remainder of the week whizzed by. My job is a real challenge, but I love it dearly, and the time just seems to evaporate. I debated about heading out to my favorite watering hole Friday after work, but after considering the alternative of staring at the cats and watching network reruns on the tube, I opted for the watering hole. Besides, the apartment was clean, I’d done it up last weekend, and the cats don’t tear up the place. I could just straighten the place up in the morning before Mark arrived. As I entered the bar, I headed to my usual spot and was intercepted by no less than three friends on the way to the front bar, where I usually hung out. After the initial greetings I made my way to the counter. Typically, my diet coke with a lime was already waiting for me. Gus smiled at me from behind the bar, “How’s it goin’ babe?” I made the typical small talk (Gus was a great guy and I’d knew him well, but he was really busy slingin’ drinks), paid the man, and turned to face the crowd. I was pleased with my decision to detour on the way home. The crowd was larger than normal and soon, I’d lost count on the number of people I’d talked with. Each time I returned to Gus’ bar for a refill, he just kept looking at me with a silly smile, and was as friendly as ever. As the early crowd started to thin out and break for dinners and other evening plans, I decided I’d have one more and then head for home. This trip, Gus wasn’t preoccupied making two or three drinks at once. He leaned over and said, “What’s up with you? You’re glowin’. Something you wanna tell me? You seein’ somebody? You waitin’ for him?” I slapped down my last two ‘fer chip, and tip and shot back, “Hell no. Don’t I wish. Even if I did, you’d be the last one I’d tell. You shoulda been a damn news reporter!” Then, as I made an attempt at recovery, I added, “So when are you and me going’ out?” Well, that’d throw him off the scent! I’d always liked Gus, he was handsome, bright, funny, well built, and had a captivating personality. Hell, he knew just about everybody and was a fountain if information—and misinformation. “I’m off relatively early tonight. How’s about tomorrow for brunch then hit the beach?” Normally, I’d taken Gus up on that offer in a New York minute, but the one day I’d actually had plans… I hesitated…a bit too long…then Gus added, “See, I get your drift…can’t fool an expert…” I’d been made. I fought back, “Actually I’ve got to go to the office in the morning. Got some computer problems to fix for a client, and I can only reach his webmaster on Saturdays. How about next week?” Damn that was feeble, but Gus apparently bought it—sort of. That’s one thing about Gus…one sort of never really knew what that mind was conjuring up. He just gave me is famous raised eyebrows routine and ‘sure miss thing’ attitude., and was on to the next customer. I gulped down the rest of the coke, put down the glass, and pointed in Gus’ direction, “Next Saturday!” Gus rolled his eyes, smiled and said, “Sure thing, babe!” If there was one thing I didn’t like about Gus, it was that he called everyone babe—whether he knew their name or not. Shit, I hadn’t been a ‘babe’ for a couple of decades! I turned and headed for the front entrance. Convincing or not, I really didn’t care. Gus would probably forget…NOT…he had a social calendar than required a Rolodex file, and a mind that could out strip a Day Planner! I got home within about 15 minutes, let the cats out on the balcony, (their normal morning and evening routine must never be broken unless you’re prepared for a chorus or yowling) and then raided the refrigerator for anything edible. I threw together my special “garbage salad” and grilled up a minced sirloin patty. I guess I’d spent too much time behind the kitchen counter, because both cats were stretching against the sliding glass doors and vocalizing their desire for re-entry. I spotted them as I turned and reached for some A-1 in the fridge. Actually they were pigs. Anytime I was in the kitchen, no matter what they’d been doing, they were there in a flash. Can opener calling was especially effective! Since I was in a good mood, I decided to treat the little bastards and opened a can of tuna. Bingo! Instant praise! Following the late snack, I cleaned up the mess, and then decided I’d better get an early start on the laundry—especially the bed sheets. Boy—was I getting ahead of myself or what!? The sheets came out of the dryer just about the same time as the late news was over, so I made my bed and lay in it. I was out in minutes. Early Saturday morning, the phone rang. It was Mark, something had come up and he’d have to go to the office for an early session, but he figured it would only be about an hour or so, and he’d be able to show up around 11:30 or so. I told him that was just fine and I’d see him then. After I hung up, I decided I’d have some time to get a couple of errands done, and should probably stop by the grocery store and get some cold cuts, and stuff to make some sandwiches or whatever, for lunch. I made it back home around 11 AM, and was still putting the stuff away when Mark knocked at the door. First one set of knocks, then even before I could reach the door, another sharp and louder set of rapping’s. “Yo, thing! Open the door!” Who in the…that sure wasn’t Mark. I decided on taking a gander through the peep hole, but couldn’t make out anything. I opened the door. There stood Gus! “If you can’t go to the beach, the beach comes to the…” Just then, Mark turned the corner of the doorframe, laughing. I let them both in and was closing the door when a well-placed foot halted its progress. There were three more faces with evil grins to match. In walked Jeff and Sean (two long time friends) and Mickey. Mickey from my counseling sessions! Gus naturally spoke first…”We’re here to cheer you up and get some rays!” Now I was really befuddled. My confusion led to embarrassment, then being replaced with irritation at impromptu change of plans, not to mention, “cheer me up?” Who in the hell knew about my problem and the sessions? Oh well, it was a lost cause now anyway. Besides, I was warming to the idea of the friendly surprise and my mind was busy trying to figure out just what the hell was happening here. The troops were hungry, so I pulled out the cold cuts and stuff I’d just put away, spread the stuff on the counter with some sodas, etc and we all went at it. Gus, Jeff, Sean and Mickey were already dressed for the beach--um pool--and were eager to head out. Mark had just come from the office, and needed to change. I showed him to the bedroom and he pulled his stuff out of his bag. I made sure the guys were set and excused myself to change too. I entered my bedroom and noticed that Mark was in the bathroom with the door shut, so I just began changing into my trunks. I’d just got them on when Mark snuck up behind me and pushed me on the bed. “I hope you’re not upset with me. I’ll explain later.” “Yeah, that would probably really be worth hearing!” I replied. He didn’t quite know how to take my comment—even I could see that. I reached my arms forward for Mark to pull me up off the bed. As his hands met mine, I pulled him on top of me and gave him a kiss. Then I added, “Okay, explanations later, let’s get our carcasses to the pool!” and playfully pushed him away. “Hey you guys! Let’s roll!” It was Gus’ unmistakable declaration. “Playtime later!” I grabbed the pool keys and we all headed for the “cement pond” as I flippantly referred to the place. Fortunately, hardly anyone was at the pool yet, so we were able to congregate our asses together. Soon we all were holding court poolside. This proved to be quite entertaining for my guests, as our workout gym for the complex has it’s entrance poolside adjacent to the clubhouse. Soon, we were voting on the comings and goings of the guys leaving the gym. Thank god Gus didn’t have flash cards! For those of you who wish to know, the Brazilian guy won the contest. He had long been my secret personal favorite, and I’d had many glimpses of him either entering the gym or at the pool, while I lay in the sun by myself reading. I was concerned (sort of, anyway) that our group’s attention would tip my hand or blow my cover. Oh well, what cover. Anyway, so what if he knew? Maybe that was a good thing! Anyway, it didn’t really matter now. The area poolside began to fill with residents about an hour later. A wide collection of parents, children, and some really cute young singles too. Of course, Gus managed to ‘out’ on of the residents to me. I’d always kind of thought he may be, and he was not at all hard to look at. I’d written him off as being straight, as he usually spoke only to the girls around the pool. Anyway, Gus gave us all the 411 on the guy, and when he and Gus’ eyes had met, he’d turned away quickly, and then the next time I looked, he was gone. Note to self—File for future reference—Bingo! By about 4 PM, the sun and heat had taken its toll and the group voted to adjourn. I dutifully invited them all in, but Gus said he had to get home and clean up and get to work at the bar. Jeff and Sean decided they’d head for home as well. Mickey just gave me a wink and said he’d call me tomorrow. I told him that would be just fine with me and reached for a pen and paper to jot down my number. He interrupted me saying, “That’s okay, Gus gave it to me.” Damn that Gus! Well now, if you’re doing the math, that just left Mark, me, myself and I. (See you were wrong). Without trying to be too obvious, I’d really had a good time surveying Mark’s scantily clad body at the pool as well as inspecting his swim trunks—both dry and wet. We both headed up the stairs to my apartment. As soon as we were inside, Mark turned and with much fanfare closed all three locks. “There. Finally, you’re mine!” “Possessive little cuss aren’t you!” I chided. “No, just territorial!” he replied, glancing back at the locks on the door. With that said, Mark drew me against him, pressing me tightly to him. Our bodies were still glistening with sweat from the heat of the pool deck, which made for a delightfully slippery feeling between us. He leaned forward and planted a lip lock on me, thrusting his tongue fiercely past my lips. Of course I relented, then retaliated. Whew. We were certainly heated up! I wasn’t sure what course of action to take next. I decided, well Mark’s been the instructor all the damn time during our OTHER sessions, I’ll defer to him. I did suggest or offer the benefit of a shower, but Mark wasn’t so inclined. “I’ve been waiting PATIENTLY all afternoon, forget the shower. That can come later. We’ll need it anyway, just save some water! He began pushing me backward in the direction of the bedroom, through the hallway and the bedroom door frame. “But I just washed the…” I thought to myself. “Damn you fool, they’d probably be a mess sooner or later anyway…” Nice recovery, self! I did manage to roll back the comforter. No sense in getting that screwed up! Mark pushed me onto the bed and was immediately on top of me and his arms all over me. It resembled more of a fight with an octopus. He again attacked my mouth and throat with his tongue. Man, a mother anteater would have been proud! It was getting difficult to breathe. “What were you? A free style diver in your other life?” I quipped as I broke free and took a couple of well-deserved breaths. Mark just laughed, and said, “Sorry, it’s just that I’ve been wanting to do this to you since I met you.” He began impaling my throat again with his tongue. Then he abruptly stopped. “How long has it been for you?” “What?” I asked, surprised by the question. “I’m sorry, I meant how long has it been since you and your ex-partner broke up?” Somewhat relieve that he wasn’t just asking the last time I’d gotten it on, I responded, “About a year and a half—ever since moving down here. He’s still up north, to good a job.” Actually, the answer would have been the same to either question. “It’s been about 4 years for me.” The words emphatically rolled off Mark’s tongue—that wonderful TONGUE. Now I was scared! Jesus—4 years--I was probably in for it now! That said, the trunks came off and the bonding and mating frenzy began (okay--fornication, sodomy, rimming, 69’ing, and fellatio--for you perverts). No part of our anatomy left untouched or unexplored (okay damn it—not used and abused). This guy was a dynamo and I really believe he had 4 years worth of anxiety pent up in that wonderful body of his. Now I thought I’d been there, done that, and after some 11 years with my last partner, whom it was safe to say was a bit over-sexed, I regarded myself as being fairly well versed in the art of man to man sex. Well, we were re-writing the book—chapter and verse! It would be an understatement to describe the condition of the bed as a mess. Between the sweat, the lube and the cum, there was little area that wasn’t soaked in something. Around 11 PM, as we lay there on the bed, cemented together by our wills—not to mention the drying cum and lube, I suggested we might shower. Mark just asked, “Why? We’ll only get all dirty again when we get back in bed and start fucking around again.” I had to agree with him. Actually I wanted to. Neither of us was ready to remove ourselves from our delirious mess. We paused to watch the late night news on TV. After the news and weather ended and the sports cast came on, I asked Mark if he was hungry. He answered ‘yes’ and as started to get up from the bed, he pulled me back. “I said I’m hungry again” and with that, he pressed his throbbing shaft against my chest. It was already oozing pre-cum and began easily gliding up and down the sternum of my chest just under my nose. The smell was terrific, and my hose now sprang to attention. Mark felt this, and his response was to direct me past his still moist butt cheeks in search of my intended target. I didn’t need any lube or further assistance. The clefts of his ass cheeks were still sweaty and his hole still slick with its cum based lubricant from our last go ‘round. I easily slid past his sphincter and Mark let out a gasp of joy. It was very clear to see that this wonderful man enjoyed giving himself completely. We now had for the most part completely exposed ourselves, our innermost desires, and sexual fantasies with each other. As Mark changed positions, rolled me over on my back, and was now impaling himself on my upwardly thrusting cock, I looked intently at his face. I saw a mixture of lust (of course), contentment, and a deep satisfaction. We were fused as one. It was strange, even though this was our first foray from a sexual point of view, we’d come to know a great deal about each other on several levels. Then there had recently been that watershed of revelations and events that had erupted unexpectedly, but to our mutual wonder and amazement. I just had this warm feeling glowing inside me. I also had this warm feeling on my chest—as Mark’s penis exploded again—sending waves of cum up and down the length of my chest. His body shuddered—a signal for mine to respond in kind. He leaned forward to kiss me. As he did so, my cock plopped out from between his butt cheeks. He quickly adjusted his position on top of me and hugged me close, kissing me intently. He was first to say the words…”I love you—all of you.” My answer required a little time (I was searching for something witty). “Your apartment or mine?” “What?” Mark looked stunned. “Yours or mine—which apartment do we get rid of!” Mark’s face lit up. “Both”. Mark’s answer was fast and emphatic. To be continued.