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A New Beginning, Part 1

by Sparky


A New Beginning, Part 1 I was just sort of lost. Kinda in some sort of suspended time. I had moved back to South Florida following a corporate relocation. That was 6 months ago. My lover and partner of more than 10 years was over 1000 miles away. Our careers had come between us, and the outlook for any favorable resumption of our physical relationship was looking pretty hopeless. Sure, we were still calling each other, but the calls had gone from long nightly calls at home in the evening, to shorter and increasingly brief calls at the office during the day. These conversations were turning to more or less weekly updates, finding out “what’s new” –but thankfully not “who’s new”. I was back in familiar territory. Many of the old haunts and clubs were still there, interspersed with new ones with strange names and of course a lot of strange faces. It seemed link every few years, everyone just packs up and moves! Yeah, I used to live here and it wasn’t THAT long ago, yet for the most part, I found myself a complete stranger . I managed to bury myself in my job for the first several months. Not everyone had made the move and we found ourselves short handed, clamoring to hire additional staff. The attrition presented a real challenge to keep up with the work at hand. This made it all too convenient to arrive at the office early and leave late. Then, once I arrived home, it was already nearing 7:30 and I had to wrestle with dinner. Once the kitchen was put back in shape, there might just be enough time to catch an hour’s worth of TV before watching the 11 o’clock news, Jay Leno’s monologue, and then off to bed. This nightly routine all too soon had turned into a convenient but boring existence. Oh sure, there were the weekends—laundry, a quick pickup around the apartment, off to do some food shopping and errand running. Maybe, pick up something exciting—like a new shirt or article for the house. Did I say house? No, that was gone too, just a rental apartment. Temporary, I’d convinced myself. Yet here I was, settling in to a solitary routine. What a lousy trade off! Sure, I’d gotten a great promotion, a nice salary increase and a bonus program too. Then there was the great new office building and my new office with the floor to ceiling windows across the entire wall behind my desk. Was all this really what I had wanted? The hospital white walls, and the office—void of anything other than a large mahogany desk, black leather chair, and two simple straight guest chairs—was stark, sterile and uninteresting. My new life in a nutshell! The apartment was settled and looked pretty good if I say so myself. I’d actually had to figure out how to get most of the furniture from the house we shared into an apartment. No easy task, but the place looked good enough. (Remember this apartment’s only temporary). So now, I’d decided that since I spent most of my life at the office, it was time to make the damn place look like something! Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m no self proclaimed interior desecrator, so I was just looking for some descent pictures to hand and a couple of artificial plants to spruce up the place. Nothing real—I can kill a stone! Tuesday I left work when everyone else did and headed off to the Warehouse Club to start my search. After all, this was just my office and I wasn’t about to pour a huge amount of cash into the room. I’d convinced myself that I would reward myself with an International holiday somewhere after the summer was over. But that brought up another dilemma—yeah sure, I’d go on holiday by myself. Conveniently, that was weeks—no months away yet. I entered the Warehouse Club and headed to the household accessories section. Bingo! I found just the type of fake plant and tree I had conjured up in my mind’s eye! I slung them in my oversized shopping cart, which now became suddenly small. I turned to head towards what probably would be some mass produced printed paintings, and stepped backward right into the guy behind me. Whirling around to apologize for my being a klutz, I found myself staring at a slightly taller and well-built guy sporting a broad smile. We both wound up apologizing for being in each other’s way. I don’t really quite remember the nature of the excuse or the wording of my multiple apologies—or his for that matter. I was thunderstruck. This guy was really friendly, ruggedly built and well tanned—apparently from working out and working outdoors too! His jeans were well broken in and worn to a very comfortable looking light blue—except for a much whiter spot, outlining a very respectable bulge just to the right of the center zipper flap. It left absolutely NO doubt which way he “dressed”—not that it mattered! My senses returned and I was pretty sure he’d caught me taking more than a casual visual inventory. He must have sensed my uneasiness, and offered his hand, “I’m Brian, sorry I was in the way…” “Oh no, it’s really my fault. This damn tree’s really too big for the cart and kinda blocked my view” I managed to say. As I was speaking, I then noticed that his eyes too were busily darting up and down in my direction. This just wasn’t happening—not to me—never in my lifetime. “Back to reality bubba” my mind was screaming at me. “Hey’ that tree’s just what I was looking for” Brian offered. I need 3 of them for the office.” “I had you figured for a guy who probably would be buying the real thing. You look like a landscape architect.” I stammered. “Actually, you’re pretty close” Brian continued, “I have a pool business. You could say I’m good with water, but hell on anything else.” He proceeded to select three large trees and placed them on his flat platform cart. I’d just stepped back and surveyed his selection and loading process. He then turned to me and to my surprise asked, “How are you getting that home?” “Well, I’m pretty sure it’ll fit either through the sunroof, or hanging out the back of the trunk. I’ve got big old sedan and if I just drive slow, I’ll keep from blowing off the leaves.” “You live around here?” “Yep, just a couple of miles down the road, so it shouldn’t be a problem.” I said. Brian offered, then insisted that he’d be happy to just “add one more” to his company cube van and he’d not take NO for an answer. We agreed to finish our respective shopping and I’d see him at the front. I sort of expected him to be long gone when I arrived at the front check out, but he was there and had already cleared the registers. I apologized and told him he really didn’t have to wait for me, but again, he insisted it was no problem. While waiting in the line, we briefly compared notes. It turned out that he was living in the apartment complex just a block and a half away from mine—on the same road. He’d just moved there a couple of months ago and was “batching it, again” as he put it. We cleared the registers and pushed the carts out the doors. I loaded the small stuff into my car and as I was finishing, he pulled along side my car with his van and took the tree. I gave him the name of my apartment complex and he say he knew exactly where it was; he’d actually looked there, but they didn’t have a 1 bedroom. I was slightly hesitant, I’d just given him a $89 tree and we were going to follow each other. What if we got separated in traffic? I looked at him again—again that big genuinely friendly smile. How could I be such a skeptic! We stared off and within 15 minutes were pulling into the entrance of the complex. He followed me around to the back where my apartment bordered a wooded area of tropical overgrowth they called a “park”. It was fenced in, but that didn’t keep the raccoon’s from their nightly raids of the common areas. He pulled out the tree and offered to bring in up to the apartment while I carried my other items. Okay, this was sounding even more strange—but I didn’t refuse. In a couple of minutes we were inside the apartment . Brian remarked about how great the place looked, then said, “But you really don’t need this tree in here”. I reminded him it was for my office. I offered him a drink, which he accepted after he returned to lock his van. Now, I was really nervous. What if this guy was just really straight, or worse was possibly homophobic. I wasn’t going to be another statistic. Before I had a chance to do much more thinking, he knocked on the door again. Once inside, I handed him his drink order and all too nervously fixed myself a smartly stiff one too. Brian started to carry the conversation while I was pouring my drink. He’d just separated from his wife and his 4 year old son and had moved into his own place a little over a month ago. DAMN! This is it—he’s just a really nice guy. Let me get him to finish his drink and he’s on his way. (In a strange sort of way, I was relieved to be off the hook.) Brian wasn’t in any particular hurry to go and seemed eager to have someone to talk with, as he so rightly put it “the walls DON’T talk when you’re alone”. How well I knew! He must have stayed for about half an hour. The conversation kind of died and was languishing slowly. He apparently realized this and suddenly got to his feet. “I’ve got to go” he said in a noticeably louder voice, which kind of startled me to my feet involuntarily. He extended his hand while handing me the empty glass with his other. We shook and he headed for the door. He reached in his pocket, then turned to me, handing me his business card. I thanked him, and lamely offered to go out sometime for a drink, etc. He that was fine, but I’d have to try to catch him at the office, as he didn’t yet have a phone at his place. He smiled, opened the door and left. I was standing there confused—relieved—yet angry with myself for allowing him to leave. Oh well, easy come…SHIT! I threw in a Stouffer’s in the microwave and made myself another drink. And another… (To be continued)


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51 Gay Erotic Stories from Sparky

A New Beginning, Part 1

A New Beginning, Part 1 I was just sort of lost. Kinda in some sort of suspended time. I had moved back to South Florida following a corporate relocation. That was 6 months ago. My lover and partner of more than 10 years was over 1000 miles away. Our careers had come between us, and the outlook for any favorable resumption of our physical relationship was looking pretty hopeless.

A New Beginning, Part 2

I awoke on my bed, on top of the comforter. As I slowly collected my wits, I realized it was still dark outside, I looked at the clock on the compact system. It was 2:37 AM. I sat up, suddenly realizing my handicap. I went out to the kitchen and checked the microwave. There sat the dinner, untouched. My earlier thoughts and feelings were flooding back. I was alone. I felt like

A New Beginning, Part 3

Sensing his accusatory tone and the directness of his question, Brian picked up the conversation, “Hey man, sorry. I didn’t have the right to come out and ask you that way. I just thought you’d simply give me an answer. Hey, look, it’s really no problem and actually none of my business. You just seemed like someone I could talk to and get some things straight in my head.” What was

A New Beginning, Part 4

Brian didn’t back away or make any move-—it was becoming very clear that he was deferring any decisions to me, apparently figuring I was the expert here. I guess the term “expert” is relative. My talent at making passes at other guys I was attracted to was never to be considered a finely honed skill— even in my younger and wilder pre-AIDS and condom era days. I simply deferred,

A New Beginning, Part 5

Thursday morning greeted us with a bang! I didn’t even see the flash—just a loud clap of thunder, rousting both Brian and I rudely from our slumber. As I became more coherent, I realized Brian’s arms were curled around me, with the rest of him pressing against my backside. The events of the evening came back to me. I turned around slightly, checking to see if Brian was now awake too.

A New Beginning, Part 6

“Yours or mine?” I retorted. “Ours, I guess.” Brian added, circling his lips with his tongue. “Pretty good, don’t you think?” I said as I broke into a contented smile. “Either it’s just been way too long, or I’ve never had such wild and wonderful sex. I had no idea this would be such a wild turn-on! What I mean is, it’s just so great. It felt so natural, so normal, so

A New Beginning, Part 7

I got to the office in record time, and was fortunate to stroll in just after most people had left for lunch. Ahh, more time to think up a good excuse—if even it became necessary to have one. I too was hungry, and quickly raided the office refrigerator for something to go with my cup of coffee. I found the remnants of yesterday’s lunch that I’d failed to finish. I wolfed this down

A New Beginning, Part 8

A New Beginning, Part 8 Brian’s nostrils were flared and his breaths came in short, hard pants. He was now a sexual consumed Animal—hell bent on self gratification. “Fuck! Fuck me now! I want that dick in my ass!” he hissed, while wriggling his ass crack against my straining manhood. I was likewise overcome with the lust of the moment. It’d been quite a while since an opportunity to

A New Beginning, Part 9

A New Beginning, Part 9 Equally exhausted, both Brian and I slept soundly, each shrouded in his own version of blissful repose--all too brief a respite from the stresses and trials of our lives. On occasion, I became momentarily aware of Brian’s presence when he stirred, reshuffling our mutual sleeping configuration. The spent fluids had welded us together, and as they dried, any

A New Beginning, Part 10

I arrived at the office with time to spare. I went about my normal routine of making a pot of coffee, then heading for my office and booting up the computer. Armed with a fresh cup of Java and a day old doughnut, I was ready to face my emails, along with the rest of the day. Friday quickly turned into the day from hell. I’m not really complaining, but I had nearly double the usual

A New Beginning, Part 11

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A New Beginning, Part 12

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A New Beginning, Part 13

I made a quick stop and the grocery store on the way home, picking up a few essentials and a couple of steaks. I was pretty sure that if and when Brian made it back to the apartment, he’d probably not want to dine out. If surprised, they would keep for a couple of days anyway. I arrived home at about quarter to six. I put things away and flicked on the TV. I grabbed a glass,

A New Beginning, Part 14

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A New Beginning, Part 15

That was the last I heard from Brian for nearly 3 weeks. I’d expected to at least get a call, at some point, after the funeral and to give me an update on his progress, if any, with regard to Kevin. I managed to keep very busy at work, and even went out the a couple of local watering holes after work. I met some friends old friends I’d known before moving to Virginia for 6 years.

A New Beginning, Part 16

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