An Opportunity of a Lifetime Ch. 02

I looked at him, puzzled, but then I figured out what he was trying to say. I started blushing, despite myself. "Dave, I want to do this, I really do. I'm just a little...how do I say this, I don't want you to think that I..." My head dropped into my hands. Dave could see that I was struggling. He squatted down and faced me. Lifting my chin up, he said, "Stuart, I think you know by now how I feel about you. Look at what you have done for me. You came up here and just being with you cheered me up and made me realize how special you are. I feel very close to you. We will not rush things because you are too important to me. Just say the word and we can wait." I looked at this gorgeous man and I realized that I would do anything for him. He continued, "Stuart, not to worry. I have condoms. Get busy and then get in the shower, ok?" With a kiss, Dave left me sitting on the toilet and closed the door. After a moment I had to laugh at how far I had come from the repressed gay man living a straight life to embarking on the most intimate sex imaginable between men. I was soon in the shower and I swear that my cock head was as hard as the showerhead!

Half an hour later I was lying in bed, stroking my erect cock and waiting for Dave to get out of the shower. Jesus, hurry Dave! I was so goddamn horny. Dave padded in and got under the covers with me. Kissing my lips, he asked me, "Are you nervous?" I told him,"No." I want this, and I want you. You know, I have jacked off with something stuck up my ass many a time. I guess I was putting myself through training." We both laughed hysterically at that.

I was ready, but the lube felt cold on my ass. Dave worked it in with one finger, then a second one, ensuring that I was ok the whole time. I felt myself tighten, then loosen. It hurt when the third one went in but he was taking it slow and I gradually got used to it. He then put the condom on and lubed it well. He kneeled over me and we kissed for a couple of minutes. Man, he had me with that! He pulled my legs up and he pressed his cock against my hole. I could feel the head of his cock pressing inward, wanting entrance. I followed all of the advice I had read and I pushed against him, doing my best to relax. Dave was about seven inches and average thickness, so after my initial resistance he was gliding into me. God it felt so good to feel his cock inside of me, despite my initial discomfort.

After a few minutes or so of me getting used to his cock up my ass, I told him that I was ok and to go for it. He started slowly, but he was soon fucking me at a good pace. After about five minutes of this the discomfort turned into pleasure. That indescribable feeling of having my prostate "massaged" overtook me. My cock was soon fully erect. All I could think of was that I had a cock up my ass! Dave was jacking me off as he fucked me. I looked up at him and smiled, then closed my eyes as he thrust into me. When he leaned down to kiss me I whispered into his ear, "Give me your hot cum...I want it up my ass. I want to feel your cock spurt into me."

"Oh Stuart," was all he said before he climaxed.

I could actually feel the heat of his cum exploding inside of me. His cock was gliding in and out with lots of suction sounds. I could feel my ass clench on his cock as my own orgasm overtook me. Almost shouting out loud, I gasped as I watched my cock as it sprayed its payload all over my chest and even onto the sheet. While I lay there panting, Dave milked what was left of my eruption, his fingers soon slick with the last of my jizz. Breathing heavy and once again sweaty, we collapsed onto each other. I couldn't believe that the words came out of my mouth, but they did. "I love you Dave. I love you so much."

Dave raised up and I could see the tears in his eyes as he kissed me. "My life truly began the day I met you, Stuart. I love you like no one else." Dave disengaged from my ass with a sloppy pop. The maid will know what we did tonight, I thought with amusement. We kissed for several minutes, but exhausted, we were soon fast asleep with the final thought in my mind being, "Tomorrow I get to meet Rich who at one time had Dave's heart and who kept Dave "hard." That's gonna be weird."

Thursday, May 22, 2001

Rich lived at home, but he had a hospice worker there every day. He must be fairly well off because he has a good-size house on the hill with a nice view of the city. His family makes frequent visits. I met all of them before I met Rich. They confided that Rich was nervous about meeting me. I told them I had to be WAY more nervous than he was.

Rich was outside on the patio when we got there. Dave went out first. While he talked with Rich, I made small talk with the hospice worker and with Rich's sister, Gwen. Gwen asked me how long I had been with Dave. She seemed surprised when I said, "Friends for a month and then things went from there." I think she thought I was his partner or something. It felt strange being with someone new who knew me to be a gay man. Definitely a new experience for me, and one that made me feel very free. Gwen's husband, Greg, seemed very supportive.

After about fifteen minutes Dave waved me outside so I went out to join them. God was I nervous! Rich was in a patio chair with a blanket over his legs. He reached out to shake my hand. It was just the three of us out there. His first comment through me for a loop. He said, "I know where that hand has been and I am jealous. You have Dave and I don't". I didn't know what to say. Dave shot a glare at Rich but Rich was enjoying the moment. Finally, he laughed but he was so weak that it was very quiet. "Stuart, thanks for coming to be with Dave. From what I hear, Dave got the right guy in the end. Sorry, no pun intended." I had to smile. I couldn't help but like this man. Rich had continued, " I let him get away and I would be lying if I told you I didn't want him back. Shit, the mistake one makes. Life is short, Stuart. I tell that to everyone now. It used to be so cliché, but now it has tremendous meaning to me."

After an awkward moment he continued, "I am dying, and there is nothing I can do about it. As you can see, I am on oxygen and sometimes I can't even find the strength to lift myself up on the bed." He closed his eyes for a long time. Dave and I exchanged glances. I kneeled down and took his hand in mine. His eyes opened again and he said, "Live your life to the fullest and if you don't do anything else, do this." He paused to get his breath and he closed his eyes again. After a moment, he continued on, "Make a life with Dave. He loves you and you love him...it is SO goddamn obvious. I don't care if I am embarrassing you or not. Seize the moment! Be happy and when the time comes for you to leave this place (as he waved his arm out over the city view), don't leave knowing that you held back. I will say it again, don't hold back!"

Dave and I were mostly silent in the car on the way back to the hotel. We had only stayed for two hours, but I was mentally exhausted. I started off hating Richard a couple of days ago and then I realized that he was not a threat. Today I realized that he was a good man, despite his faults. I could see what Dave saw in him, yet at the same time I realized how different Rich was than myself. We had one thing in common and that was that both of us had fallen in love with Dave. Even in his dying days, Rich had confidence that I lacked. As I looked over at Dave as he drove us back to the hotel, I resolved to be a little more like Rich. Goddamn it, I would not hold back!

Christmas day, 2002

Their tails wagging, our two silver labs were barking as Dave answered the front doorbell. Rich's sister Gwen stumbled in with her husband Greg and their two kids. The kids bounded in and Gwen was about to lose her balance with all the presents that she was carrying, what with the dogs prancing around her. Johnny Mathis was singing, "White Christmas" as we laughed and carried the gifts into the living room and placed them under the tree.

Hugs and greetings complete, the Chardonnay was poured and we toasted another Christmas. As we plopped down into the overstuffed sofas and chairs, I couldn't help but think how odd it was that I was best of friends with Dave's former lover's sister and her husband. What a world! Rich would have approved, that is for sure. He died two weeks after our visit last year and the funeral was very private. I decided to let Dave go solo and I was totally comfortable with that.

I have a feeling of peace about Dave, something that I have never before experienced. We somehow complete one another and we both know it, instinctively. After years of struggling with my sexual ambivalence I have finally found happiness, and it is with a man. More importantly, it is with Dave. To my utmost satisfaction and delight, he feels the same toward me. Wow! I close my eyes and thank the god that has created me who I am and the way that I am that he saw fit to find me someone to share my life with. I have to admit, I never thought it would happen.

Now, here we are living together in our restored 1920s bungalow in a wooded area of south Dallas. It is everything that I ever wanted in a home, but only because I have Dave to share it with. Fixing it up was a challenge but it all paid off. I have never been happier. We have been together for a year and a half now. Today the sun shone through the window and the Christmas tree looked beautiful. The roasting turkey smelled so good and there were smiles all around. When it came time to open our gifts from Gwen and Greg I had to laugh because both Dave and I had identically shaped and wrapped gifts. Gwen giggled as she encouraged us to unwrap them at the same time. Despite the mayhem of the Christmas paper ripping and the ribbons being stretched and forced off of the corners, we both managed to view our gifts at roughly the same time. We were speechless.

Oh my god. We were looking at the portraits of each other that we had made when we first met in drawing class! I had a lump in my throat as big as Texas as I looked at Gwen. I remembered telling her several months ago how, despite our laughter, we had done those drawings and that Dave had quit the class, followed shortly thereafter by me. I had speculated as to whatever became of our drawings. Gwen had secretly gone to the campus and somehow retrieved them from our teacher, Adam! How amazing is that?

We both gazed in silence at the portraits that we had drawn, so long ago. They were at the same time both pitiful and wonderful at the same time. As I exchanged glances with Dave, Gwen begged, "Go on, read the note, Stuart." She was trying so hard to suppress her smile as I unfolded the card and looked at Dave. Trembling, I read out loud, "To Stuart and Dave. Despite your preponderance to slack, I somehow knew that these drawings would someday be important to you. Don't ask me how I knew, but I did. Well, maybe you can thank Jack. He had a hand in this (figuratively and literally-WINK!) May the most that you wish for be the least that you receive. Regards, Adam." Silently looking at each other, both of us choked up, we knew that Adam had, indeed, offered us an opportunity of a lifetime.