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Aquatic Anxiety

Been putting a lot of time and energy recently into proofreading a bunch of the parts I have written, and I have another one ready! Enjoy!

Part 29

Day breaks the next morning, and Steve reluctantly leaves to go back to his place after breakfast. I take care of my weekly chores and head to bed early so I’m not groggy for my construction job. I show up at the pool Tuesday, and Steve and I stay behind as usual after closing time. He comes into the office right as Kathy is leaving, and we both say goodbye to her.

I get up from my chair. “Now that the swim meets are done for the year, are we still going to do lessons?”

He lowers his voice, apparently not wanting Kathy to hear. “I have something better in mind.”

I’m intrigued. “What’s that?”

He walks over to me, wraps his arms around me, and squeezes my ass. “I just love swimming naked with you so much, I want to do it one more time before the pool closes for the winter and we can’t anymore.”

And just like that, my dick springs to attention. “Perfect, because I forgot my swimsuit today.”

He makes a devilish grin, then we both exit the office and waste no time stripping down to our birthday suits. We hop into the water and my dick starts shriveling up from the cold water, but it soon returns to its normal length as Steve wraps me in his arms, pressing his body against mine. We kiss for a while, then reaches down and gropes my dick, causing it to get hard, and I reach down and do the same for him.

He kisses me again. “Wanna see who can hold their breath the longest?”

I laugh. “Just like we did when you were first teaching me how to swim?”

“Yeah, but a little different.”

“How do you mean?”

“I’ll show you. Look up at the clock on the wall and count the seconds. Ready?”

I nod. “Yep.” He takes a deep breath and descends beneath the surface. I start counting the seconds, but have to stop when I feel his warm mouth around my member. I glance down and beneath the surface of the water watch him as he sucks me off. It’s a wacky feeling, but after a short time it feels amazing. About a half-minute later, his mouth slips off and his head shoots above the surface. “Holy fuck, Steve, I was not expecting that!”

He pants, trying to catch his breath. “Did you like it?”

“Hell yeah, I liked it!”

“Ready to give it a shot?”

“You bet.” I suck in as much air as my lungs can hold, then lower my body into the water. I open my eyes and after I find his dick, I grasp his hips and move my mouth closer and wrap my lips around it. It’s a wild feeling blowing someone underwater, but as long as I don’t think too hard about it, it’s not that much different, except that I can’t breathe at all while doing it.

Soon I’m out of breath and have to resurface. The instant my head is above the water, he leans forward and kisses me. “Nice job, bud. My turn again.”

He disappears beneath the water once more and I feel his tongue and lips all over my member. He sucks me off a bit longer, then pops his mouth off my dick and I feel him tongue all over my balls. The sensation is so odd as he licks my balls and shaft, as every time he does, the cold water washes right over it again.

I kiss him once his head pops back above the surface. “That feels amazing, Steve.”

He grins. “Good. You wanna keep going?”

“I don’t know—holding my breath that long is hard!”

“That’s OK, we don’t have to do it underwater anymore.”

He hoists himself onto the edge of the pool and spreads his legs. I wade closer to him, rest the side of my head on his thigh, and lick his shaft and balls for a bit before engulfing his dick with my mouth, sucking him off for a couple minutes. I take a break and look up at him. “Enjoying that?”

“I sure am. Now come up here; I want to suck you off.”

I lift myself out of the pool and stand up on the edge, my dick pointing straight at his face. He parts his lips and allows my member to enter, and I fuck his face for a while. I hold the sides of his head and thrust my hips forward, pushing my dick further and further down his throat. Eventually he pulls me all the way into him and wraps his lips around the base of my shaft, taking the whole thing in. The sensation of my dick buried in his mouth is almost enough for me to cum.

Just then, he pulls his mouth off to take a break and looks up at me. “How’s that feel?”

“God damn amazing!”

He smiles. “You want to know something I’ve wanted to do for a long time?”

“What’s that?”

“Fuck someone up on the diving board.”

I open my eyes wide in surprise. “Really?”

“Yeah. Wanna give it a go?”

I shake my head in disbelief. “Sure! I mean, how many chances in my life am I going to get to be able to do that?”

He grins. “Exactly. I’ll grab a towel.” He rises to his feet and finds a nearby clean towel, and we make our way to the deep end. He starts climbing the ladder first, and I get treated to a superb view of his ass and dangling balls as I follow behind him. Once we reach the top, he spreads the towel flat onto the diving board and points to it. “On your back.”

I do as he says and get into position on my back, my knees sticking into the air. He kneels down and hunches over and starts blowing me. It’s a little unnerving being so high up and looking at the ceiling, so I close my eyes and try to enjoy the sensation. He puts his hands under my knees and lifts my legs up, then lowers himself even more until his tongue is in line with my hole. He starts rimming me, probing my hole with his tongue, circling it around and pushing it inside, getting it nice and wet down there.

After a few minutes of him rimming me, he pulls away. “Flip over.” I turn around onto my stomach and scoot up on the diving board until I have a clear view of the water below. He tongues my hole for a little while longer, then gets up and positions his body on top of mine, lowering his full weight onto me, and I feel his cock nestle itself in the crack of my ass. I turn my head and our lips meet, and as we kiss, he reaches down and aims his dick straight at my hole. “Ready for me, bud?”

“Yeah, stick it in me, Steve.”

He lifts his upper body off of me and pushes inside my ass, slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed. The diving board begins rhythmically undulating under his thrusting, enhancing the forces between our bodies. It’s quite thrilling looking down and seeing the water several feet beneath me.

Eventually we get a good rhythm going. His hard dick feels absolutely amazing as it rams against my prostate. I turn my head and look back and watch as his face twists and contorts as his thrusts increase in speed and intensity. Soon, I feel the tell-tale sign of his dick thickening and pulsing. “Fuck, Joey, I’m gonna cum.” He stops thrusting, but the board’s vibrations keep moving us up and down as he pumps his load into me. His moans echo throughout the empty building as I feel his cock pulse and deliver its load deep into my ass.

As his orgasm subsides, he pushes his cock deep in me one more time before gradually pulling out, then he lifts himself off of me and straightens his upper body, but stays on his knees. I slowly and carefully rise to my feet, then turn around and step closer to him until my dick is inches from his mouth. He opens wide and wraps his lips around my member once more, and I hold the back of his head and face fuck him as he reaches behind me and probes my hole with a finger. At last, it’s time for my orgasm. I shove my dick all the way in and begin shooting globs of jizz down his throat as his lips close in around the base of my shaft. My body shakes so violently from my orgasm that I have to grab onto the metal bars of the diving board out of fear I’ll fall off.

As soon as my orgasm fades, I pull my dick out of his mouth and help him as he rises to his feet. He presses his lips against mine, and I can taste my own cum as we kiss. He then pulls away and looks into my eyes. “That was fucking amazing, Joey.”

I shake my head, trying as hard as I can to orient myself after that experience. “It sure was. Never in my life did I think I would ever have sex on a diving board.”

He laughs. “First time for both of us!”

I look at the water below. “How are we getting down?”

“Wanna dive in?”

“Sure. Me first?”

“If you want. Just be sure to hold onto your package when you dive in.”

I reach down and grab my cock and balls with one hand. “You speaking from experience?”

“Luckily, no.”

I chuckle, then walk closer to the edge of the diving board, still holding my junk in my hand. I grip my nose with my other hand, then hop off, falling straight into the water. I plunge beneath the surface, then swim up and toward the edge of the pool. I turn back and glance up at Steve as he does the same. He looks like quite the natural as he gracefully jumps off the edge of the board and into the water. Seconds later, his head pops above the surface, and he has a huge smile on his face. I grab onto the side of the pool as he swims over to me, and we kiss as soon as he’s near enough. “Ready to go, bud?”

I nod, and with that, we get out of the pool and head to the showers to rinse off, grabbing our clothes and a couple towels along the way. We can’t help but keep kissing and caressing each other under the hot running water. Not wanting to stay too late, we shut off the water and walk over to our towels. We make plans for the weekend as we dry off—I’ll head to his place after work on Friday. We get dressed, then share one last, long kiss for the night before heading out to the parking lot and to our cars. Keeping our distance, we say our goodbyes to one another, and go our separate ways.
 
Whoa! I love skinny dipping, and getting feisty underwater. With my 'thing' about heights, I'm not so sure about that diving board, though. However, I've dived off low ones, and know how they flex. NICE! :gaysex: :bj: :badgrin:

It's interesting that Steve is the one making the adventurous suggestions. \:/

Oh ... I think they left that towel up on the board ... :eek: :lol:

Keep 'em cummin'!! (*8*) :kiss:
Chaz :luv:
 
Whoa! I love skinny dipping, and getting feisty underwater. With my 'thing' about heights, I'm not so sure about that diving board, though. However, I've dived off low ones, and know how they flex. NICE! :gaysex: :bj: :badgrin:

It's interesting that Steve is the one making the adventurous suggestions. \:/

Oh ... I think they left that towel up on the board ... :eek: :lol:

Keep 'em cummin'!! (*8*) :kiss:
Chaz :luv:


Ah, sadly I don't have many experiences going skinny dipping. I've done it a few times when I've gone to some gay resorts, but I never got the chance to do it in other settings like with boy scouts or while camping. Maybe in my next life!

I've also never done anything remotely sexual on a diving board but I think it would be a lot of fun! The thrill of being up so high in the air would add so much to the excitement!

And what an astute observation--they did leave that towel up there! Let's hope that doesn't cause a problem later!

Hot damn! That GIF you linked to is hot! Guess I gotta practice holding my breath now!
 
I was in such a rush yesterday that I forgot to post the next part! #-o Here it is!

Part 30

I follow Steve home after the pool closes on Friday. I’ve packed the outfit I plan on wearing at the awards banquet the next night. He cooks dinner and we hang out and play some games, both on the TV and in bed, before drifting off to sleep.

We get up the next day and have breakfast, then take it easy the rest of the morning and afternoon. When it comes time to get ready for the awards banquet, we shower and get dressed in our nice outfits. We take his car to the community center. Kathy’s already there when we step inside. She looks very elegant—not what I’m used to her looking like after seeing her at the pool this whole time. She’s in this gorgeous red dress that has ruffles for days. She greets us and shows us where we’ll be sitting, which is basically at the front table, right next to a podium with a microphone.

The three of us help get the rest of the tables and chairs into place, then people start showing up. As everyone begins filtering in, the caterers arrive and start setting up the food and drinks. I recognize just about everyone who has either raced at the meets or spectated—even Ryan shows up, and we at least act cordial when we see each other. Kathy makes a quick announcement to everyone to grab food and socialize with one another, with the actual awards ceremony to begin in about half an hour. In the meantime, she has me organize all the awards that we’ll be handing out tonight.

When it comes time for the ceremony to begin, Kathy stands up and walks to the microphone, tapping it a few times. “Could I have everyone’s attention, please?” As soon as everyone quiets down, she continues, “Thank you so much for being here tonight for our annual awards banquet. We had such a wonderful year of competition, with many returning racers and many new faces, and each and every one of you did fantastic in the water. I’m delighted to have you all here at this ceremony, and at this time, we’d like to announce and recognize those swimmers who have won awards in our variety of categories.”

Using the same pattern as the regular swim meets, Kathy will go over the awards for the kids first, then the adults. The last award given for each group is the overall first place—the person who won the most races for the entire season overall. I’m betting Steve will get that award, but I have no way of knowing for sure.

Kathy stands at the microphone announcing the winners while I stand next to her and hand out the ribbons and trophies to the people coming up. As she gets through all the awards for the kids, she moves onto the adults. There are all sorts of award categories—most improved, best relay team, even one for longest distance swum overall. I was sure Steve was going to win that last one, but it goes to someone else; however, he does get awards for best in butterfly and breaststroke. I get all giddy inside when I hand him his awards, and we share a handshake and a large smile every time he comes up to get one. As happy as I am for him, I really want to congratulate him with a kiss instead of a handshake, but I know that’s just not possible.

The time comes for the final award for overall first place. Kathy has everyone quivering with anticipation as she hesitates announcing the winner, but she eventually does, and sure enough, it’s Steve.

The room erupts with applause and a few people even rise to their feet as Steve stands up from the head table, walks over to the podium, and gives Kathy a hug. I pick up his trophy—the largest of them all—and hand it to him. He takes it and pulls me into a hug, and I hear him softly whisper, “Thanks, bud. You made this possible.”

As we pull away, I look at him, confused, as the crowd continues to fill the room with their cheers and applause. “I did?”

He nods. “Yep, with your words of encouragement. I don’t think I would’ve won this award without you.”

I’m taken aback. “Thank you, Steve.”

He winks. “No, thank you.” He steps away and sits back down with his trophy as I remain standing next to the podium, the crowd’s noise finally dying down.

Kathy thanks everyone for coming and invites people to stay and eat and socialize some more before leaving. After about another half-hour, all the food is gone, and people begin slowly filtering out. Kathy, Steve, and I stick behind and help the caterers clean up and put the tables and chairs back where they belong, then step outside.

Kathy gently grabs my cheeks. “Darlin’, you were wonderful up there helping me out.”

I start blushing. “It’s my job, Kathy, but it’s also my pleasure to help out.”

She sighs. “Now that the season is over, I’m going to miss seeing you every Saturday.”

I shrug. “Maybe I’ll be around for next year.”

She points a finger at me. “You better be.” She lowers her hand. “All right, you two boys have a good night, and stay out of trouble.”

Steve smirks. “Oh, you know we will.”

Kathy shakes her head and smiles, then walks to her car, gets in, and drives off.

Steve and I now stand outside the community center, and I’m pretty sure everyone has left. With no one in sight, I lean in to kiss him. “Congratulations on your big win, mister.”

He chuckles. “Thanks. Like I said, I owe it to you.”

“How? You were the one in the water doing all the work.”

“Yeah, but you helped push me and encourage me. I really mean it when I say you played a big part in helping me win this award.”

“Well, I’m happy I could do that for you.” I give him another peck on the cheek. “Anything in particular you want to do to celebrate?”

He smiles. “You, me, and a couple of beers.”

I laugh. “Sounds easy enough.”

With that, we head back to his place. He proudly sets all his nice, shiny awards on a bookshelf in the living room, and I grab two beers from his fridge and hand him one. I turn and look at the trophies, then sigh.

He takes a swig of his beer. “Everything OK, bud?”

“I guess so…” I shake my head. “…It’s just that back at the banquet, I wanted to give you a proper congratulations when you won those awards, right then and there.”

“What do you mean by a ‘proper congratulations’?”

“You know, a hug and a kiss.”

He shrugs. “We hugged that last time, didn’t we?”

“Well, yeah, but we sure didn’t kiss.”

He crosses his arms. “Come on, bud, you know you wouldn’t have been able to kiss me in front of everyone.”

“But why not? Ryan’s girlfriend kissed him each time he won an award. Why couldn’t we do the same thing?” In the back of my mind, I know the answer to my question, but I want to hear him say it out loud.

“Because…” I look him in the eye, waiting for his answer, and after a few seconds of tense silence, he continues, “…No one knows about us.”

“Would you get embarrassed if I kissed you in front of everyone?”

“I… I don’t know. Probably.”

Probably?

“Come on, Joey, what do you want me to say? Everyone thinks I’m straight.”

I stomp my foot on the floor. “I don’t care about everyone else. What do you think you are?”

He pauses for a long time, unsure of what to say, then finally answers, “Honestly, I still feel straight.”

My eyes widen in surprise. “Really? How can you say that after everything we’ve done?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know what to tell you. I have feelings for you, I do, but I don’t have those feelings for any other guy—”

“—So if you have feelings for me, what’s the big deal about me wanting to kiss you for winning those awards?”

“Come on, Joey, what would everyone think if they saw us do that?”

I throw my arms up in frustration. “Why are you so concerned with what anyone else thinks?! If I want to kiss you, that should be enough, and it shouldn’t matter what the fuck anyone else thinks.”

He sighs, and I can tell he’s visibly agitated, but trying hard to remain calm. “Can we sit down?” We go and sit down on the couch, and he goes on, “Well, you might not have to worry about what people think, but everyone at that awards banquet knows me, and have for a long time, and they all would have so many questions, by the time I finish answering them it would be time for the next swimming season!”

I scoff. “I just don’t know why that should keep you from being open to me wanting to congratulate you in my own way, even if it is in front of everyone.”

“It’s because you’re gay, have been for a long time, already know who you are, and have answered to everyone about it.”

“And you? You honestly can’t still be calling yourself straight at this point.”

He shrugs, shaking his head. “I don’t know what I am. I don’t know if I really care to label myself. I’m just happy with who I am at this point.”

“You’re ‘happy’, but still scared to show affection with me in front of other people?”

He scoffs. “It’s more complicated than that, Joey, and you know it. You’ve thrown me into a shit-ton of new experiences within a very short amount of time, and we don’t hang out but three nights a week, so you have no idea of the amount of thinking and introspection I’ve been doing, trying to figure out what this all means and what it is I really want out of life.”

“Well, I would figure after a couple months you’d have come to a different conclusion than you still thinking you’re ‘straight’.”

He slams his bottle down on the coffee table, causing some beer to splash out. “Joey, I’m trying really hard here. You’ve had your whole life to figure yourself out—it’s only been a couple months for me. Can you just try being more patient?”

I lean my head back and close my eyes, trying to calm myself down. He’s right. From a young age I was forced to deal with my identity and come to terms with it and accept myself. He’s going through the same kind of process I’ve already gone through. Perhaps I’m expecting a bit too much from him right now.

I let out a deep breath, then open my eyes and look at him. “I’m sorry, Steve. Everything you said is right. I’m sorry for being so pushy and thinking only about myself.”

He sighs. “I’m really trying here, bud.”

I nod. “I know.” I look over at the wall, not really sure what else to say, or even what else to think.

After the two of us sit there a while in silence, he speaks up, “Maybe we should finish our beers and get to bed. We’ve had an eventful night so far.”

I look back at him. “You’re right about that.”

We guzzle down the rest of our beers and set our empty bottles on the coffee table, then head to the bedroom. We strip down to our bare skin and crawl under the covers. He wraps his arms around me, but I feel so unsure about what direction we’re going, or even what direction I want to go. I hear him start to snore, and now my mind is left to its own devices as I lie here in the dark, unable to fall asleep, replaying our conversation tonight in my head and wishing I had handled it differently, but knowing I can’t change it. It’s a long while before I’m finally able to feel myself drifting off to sleep.
 
I love this story. I can relate to Steve and Joey. My best friend and I fooled around back when we were straight. It was naive exploration for both of us, but it sure opened a can of worms that neither of us expected. For him, it was a reliable sexual release with a friend. We had amazing chemistry and couldn't keep our hands off each other. I fell in love and realized that I was homosexual. He always maintained that he was straight. We were the best of friends, and hooked up for 6 years. Toward the end, I became like Joey in Part 30 above, and the story brought back those unpleasant memories of me realizing that I wanted a future with my friend that was never going to happen. My friend was totally in the closet, and I had to maintain the straight appearance to our mutual friends for all of those years. I was annoyed and impatient, and knew that I could only push so far. Like Joey, the bottom line is that I wanted to feel that I was the most important thing in the other guy's life, and that it was mutual with no shame about being gay, bi, or whatever we want to call it. Joey needs to chill, or he will blow it. Steve needs to work his way into this new situation without pressure. Joey, it's not all about you!
 
Aaaaaaaw........no boner this time........ :(

Damn, my boner-causing streak has ended! Not to worry, though--there should be plenty more of the story to get your nether regions excited!

I love this story. I can relate to Steve and Joey. My best friend and I fooled around back when we were straight. It was naive exploration for both of us, but it sure opened a can of worms that neither of us expected. For him, it was a reliable sexual release with a friend. We had amazing chemistry and couldn't keep our hands off each other. I fell in love and realized that I was homosexual. He always maintained that he was straight. We were the best of friends, and hooked up for 6 years. Toward the end, I became like Joey in Part 30 above, and the story brought back those unpleasant memories of me realizing that I wanted a future with my friend that was never going to happen. My friend was totally in the closet, and I had to maintain the straight appearance to our mutual friends for all of those years. I was annoyed and impatient, and knew that I could only push so far. Like Joey, the bottom line is that I wanted to feel that I was the most important thing in the other guy's life, and that it was mutual with no shame about being gay, bi, or whatever we want to call it. Joey needs to chill, or he will blow it. Steve needs to work his way into this new situation without pressure. Joey, it's not all about you!

Thanks so much for the comment, RoadBike. My heart began to break a little bit as I read the account of your history between you and your best friend. Six years is a very long time to be in that kind of casual relationship--no real commitment between the partners, but still providing social and sexual outlets. I don't know if I would've been able to wait that long! Between certain people it can work, though. Like you, I eventually would've wanted more--a more permanent commitment. However, with your best friend identifying as straight, I can see why that arrangement wouldn't have worked.

I think it's awesome that you and your best friend were able to look past your straight identities and enjoy what each person could bring to the table. So many people repress their inner desires to either experiment or experience what it would be like to be with someone of the same sex. Unfortunately family and society can be a big cause of this repression. People feel like they have to fit into a straight society, and they end up keeping themselves from many life experiences. A lot of gay and bi people are in the same boat before they come out. I remember trying to hard to pass as straight and wasted so much energy on trying to be something other than myself, and I likely missed out on lots of things because of it.

I'm sorry that my story ended up dredging up those bad memories inside you, but in a way, it might help unseat some of the pain buried deep inside and give you a chance to heal from it. In any case, our experiences in life give us invaluable wisdom, which you just can't get any other way. Be glad you got the chance to experience being with your best friend in a way that many of us envy and wish we had the chance to.

If you don't mind me asking, are you still in touch with your best friend, and have the two of you been able to talk about the experiences you had in the past with each other?
 
Part 31

It’s now the first Friday of November, and there’s a strong chill in the air. Now that the swimming season is over, things have slowed way down at the pool this week, so much so that Kathy can’t keep me busy enough to justify having me as her assistant, so she regrettably lets me go. I’m in a sour mood the entire day, and use all the time I’m not busy to brainstorm what I’m going to do with all my new free time. When the time comes to close the pool, I hug Kathy for a long while. She assures me that she’d love to have me come back and work at the pool when things get busy again the following year.

Steve and I spend the next three weekends together, alternating staying at his place, then mine, and we do pretty much the same thing we’ve been doing every time we hang out, save for any kind of deep discussions about our sexual identities or where our futures are headed. Steve seems much happier just living in the moment while I’d be happier coming to a conclusion about what to call this thing that we’ve been doing for the past few months, but I guess if I want it to continue, I dare not upset the balance.

And I pretty much know what to expect when it comes to plans for Thanksgiving. He tells me he’s leaving to visit family the Tuesday before, and that he won’t be back until the following week. I don’t have a very good relationship with my family, so this Thanksgiving will be like every other one these past few years—I’ll be spending it all alone. After our heated discussion a few weeks back, I know there’s no way he’ll invite me to spend it with him, so I don’t even suggest it.

After the third weekend—the weekend before thanksgiving—he spends Monday night with me, then leaves the following afternoon. I’ve grown accustomed recently to keeping myself busy and entertained ever since we stopped hanging out as much now that my time working at the pool has drawn to a close, so after he leaves, I fry up some dinner and prepare myself for a long night of poring over my business books and dreaming up business plans. After all, if my romantic future is up in the air, and there’s nothing I can do about it, I need to work as hard as I can to solidify my professional future.

I’m able to keep myself occupied for quite a while, but by sundown the next day, the loneliness starts getting to me. Not even Lauren, the friend of mine I met by chance at the bookstore a while ago, is in town. I pick up the phone and decide to see if a certain person is available…

…Colt.

Just like he did last time, he texts right back saying to call him, and I waste no time hitting that call button.

He picks up. “Joey, how are you doing, sweetie?”

I sigh. “I’m doing all right.”

“You don’t sound like you’re doing all right. What’s going on? Are things good between you and Steve?”

“They’ve been better. He’s actually out of town visiting family right now.”

“And you?”

“I’m still in Savannah. I haven’t spoken to my family in years, so I’ll be all alone again this year, it seems.”

“Oh, Joey, I’m sorry to hear that. No one should be alone on Thanksgiving. Matty and I would have loved for you to come visit us up here had we known you’d be all by yourself.”

“Aww, Colt, that’s sweet of you, but I’ll be fine. I’ve done this before.”

He sighs. “Still, though, do something special for yourself. How’ve you been passing the time without him?”

“I’ve pretty much been focusing all my energy onto the business I want to open.”

“That’s a great use of your time. Opening a business is a ton of work, so any time you can devote to that will be beneficial.”

I chuckle. “That’s what I keep telling myself.”

“Well, how are you and Steve doing otherwise?”

“I honestly don’t know. We were doing great up until the end of last month, and then things have been kind of going downhill. I think he’s sensing that I want more out of our relationship, if you could even call it that, and he’s still not sure about himself and doesn’t want to commit.”

“Aww, that’s disappointing to hear. Hopefully the two of you can figure things out soon.”

“I hope so, too.”

“So, I know you’re not with him for Thanksgiving, but do you have any inkling on whether he’d invite you to see his family for Christmas or New Year’s?”

I sigh. “I doubt he will.”

“Well, just like with Thanksgiving, no one should have to be alone for Christmas or New Year’s, so I’m formally inviting you to spend it in New York with Matty and me. We’ll show you around, do Times Square on New Year’s Eve, the whole nine yards.”

I’m in disbelief. “Oh, Colt, thank you for the invitation, but I couldn’t.”

“Why not?”

“Well, it’s so soon—”

“—What, a month? That’s plenty of time to plan things!”

“I know, but that’s a hell of a trip. I’ve never been to New York before, and I bet it’s an expensive place.”

He chuckles. “It’s not too much. If you need some help paying for it, let me know, and we can chip in. Consider it a Christmas gift from us.”

“That’s extremely generous of you and Matty. I’ll give it some thought. I do have some money saved up, but a lot of that is set aside for my business.”

“That’s understandable, and it’s great that you want to be frugal with your money, but you’ve got to cut loose and have fun some of the time, right?”

His words make sense. “Right.”

“I’m glad you agree. Well, if Steve refuses to come to his senses and have you over to meet his family, come fly up and be part of ours for a little bit.”

“That’s a wonderful offer, Colt. I’ll think about it and let you know soon.”

“I hope you decide to take us up on it. All right, sweetie, I’ll let you get back to your business plans.”

“Thanks, Colt. I’ll call again soon.”

“You better, sweetie. Have a good night.”

“You too. Say hi to Matty for me. Talk to you later.”

* * * * *

I’m successful in getting through another Thanksgiving holiday all by myself. Steve ends up getting back in town Sunday, but we don’t see each other until the following weekend. He tells me all about the things he did with family, and he even got to meet some new nephews and nieces of his. As we talk, it gets him thinking about his wanting to start his own family, while I just end up missing the connections I used to have with mine. I can understand why he’s so hesitant to bring me along. Who knows what kind of reaction his family would have to the news that he might be gay or bi? He’d definitely be the center of attention, that’s for sure, but would they reject him, just like my family rejected me, and would he lose all those connections he’s had his entire life?

Steve tells me he has plans to go out of town again to visit family the next weekend. I wonder why, since he just came from there, and he’ll be going back for the Christmas holiday, but who knows? He’s certainly a lot closer to his family than I am, so I choose not to question it.

By this point, I’m pretty sure I’m going to take Colt up on his offer to fly to New York and spend the holidays with him and Matty. After all, the Thanksgiving holiday was tough to get through by myself. Lord knows this next one would be even worse if I decide to go solo.

I look up the cheapest flights to New York, and it seems the best time to go would be from the Saturday before Christmas to the day after New Year’s Day. Luckily there’s a direct flight from Savannah. I give Colt a call, and he’s delighted to hear I’ve taken him up on his offer. With the trip two weeks out, he assures me there’s plenty of time to plan out everything I want to do while I’m there.

The only other thing to do now is wait.
 
Wow so many things have happened over the past couple of chapters. It seems as though Joey and Stevens friendship will come to an end. I really like your story and hope you continue writing it soon.

Brian
 
Wow so many things have happened over the past couple of chapters. It seems as though Joey and Stevens friendship will come to an end. I really like your story and hope you continue writing it soon.

Brian

Thanks for the comment, Brian! I was starting to think people were losing interest in the story, but it looks like that's not the case, thankfully!

Joey is definitely going through a challenging time right now in his life with Steve being out of town and not being able to see him for a little bit. The two of them have gotten so intertwined so quickly, Joey's almost forgotten how to keep himself occupied without Steve by his side. The holidays can also make things a lot more difficult, as it can be a lonely time for many. With Joey not really having any ties to his family, he has very few people he can spend time with. Luckily for him, Colt and Matty are very welcoming. Let's see what adventures Joey will get himself into, shall we?
 
Part 32

Steve and I spend the next weekend together after he gets back in town from visiting family. All I hear about are stories of what his family is up to, and their plans to have everyone get together for Christmas. Part of me longs for him to offer me an invitation, but at the same time, I don’t want him to bring it up because I don’t want to have to explain to him that I already have plans, and that those plans involve flying to New York to visit Colt and his husband. After all, if Steve doesn’t feel comfortable inviting me to stay with his family, I don’t feel obligated to share my plans with him.

By this point, the pool is closed for the winter. I’ve luckily been able to pick up more hours at my construction job these past few weeks, but soon they’ll also be closed for the holidays. Steve has a seasonal job he does every winter when the pool closes, so he’s been busy with that lately.

He leaves town again the next weekend—the weekend before Christmas Eve. I spend Saturday by myself, packing my things and heading to the airport in the afternoon. It’s relatively quiet when I check in—I suppose everyone’s already flown to where they want to go for the holidays, so it’s nice, if just a bit eerie, having the airport almost to myself. My flight is only about three hours, but it’s nowhere near quiet once I get there.

I’ve never seen an airport so crowded. People are running in every direction trying to catch their flights, and it’s quite a big airport. This is no small-town airport like the one in Savannah.

I look up at the overhead signs and meander all the way throughout to find baggage claim, then wait around the carousel for my bag. Soon the buzzer sounds, and the conveyor belt starts. As I wait for my bag, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and notice the hand belongs to Colt.

He gives me a big smile. “Glad to see you made it, Joey.”

I pull him tightly into a hug. “I’m so happy to see you, Colt.” We continue hugging as the bags pass by, then I kiss him on the lips, not giving a care in the world who sees or what they think.

He laughs as we break the hug. “You certainly seem to be in good spirits!”

“I am! It’s been a testing few weeks, but I’m glad I’m finally here.”

“I’m glad you’re here, too. Let’s watch for your bag.”

Just then, I see it moving past us on the carousel, so I run over and grab it before it can get too far away. He reaches over and takes it from me. “Oh, Colt, you don’t have to take my bag.”

He shakes his head. “Nonsense. You’ve been traveling all day. I’ve got it.”

I give him a smile. “Thanks. Which way do we go now?”

“This way.” I follow him as we wander through the thick crowds of people and make our way outside. We cross on an overhead walkway to the parking lot and walk to his car. He hoists my bag into the trunk, and we hop inside. He cranks the engine, then we’re on our way to the next destination.

As he drives, I look out the window and take everything in. This area reminds me a lot of southeastern Florida with the amount of traffic and how densely everything is packed in. There just aren’t any palm trees, of course. The sun is behind us and low in the sky.

He gets my attention by placing his hand on my knee. “How was your flight?”

“It was good. I’m just glad it was direct and that I didn’t have to connect to another flight anywhere.”

“Definitely. More time for you to spend here.” There is silence for the next few moments, except for the radio, then he continues, “Joey, don’t take this the wrong way, but… That kiss you gave me back at the airport was sweet, but try to refrain from doing that while you’re here.”

“Oh gosh, Colt, I’m sorry. I thought you said that you and Matty were open to messing around with other guys.”

“We are, but only when we’re out of town. It’s not really our thing to do that when we’re together at home.”

I nod slowly, a bit disappointed, but accepting of his circumstances. “Thanks for letting me know.”

“No problem. Thank you for understanding.” He slides his hand a little higher on my thigh and gives it a light squeeze. “I really did appreciate that kiss. Reminded me of that exciting time we had down in Florida.”

My dick starts getting hard just from the thought of it. “I wouldn’t mind a repeat of that experience.”

He laughs. “Oh, wouldn’t we both!”

We spend the next several moments in silence, with his hand still on my thigh, as he drives down the freeway. I know there’s probably no chance of us messing around while I’m up here, since even a kiss is off the table, but it certainly seems like he’d be up for it happening again. Who knows what the future will hold?

After driving for a while longer, he gives my thigh one final squeeze before returning it back to the steering wheel. “Here’s our exit.” He turns off the freeway, then makes a few more turns until we’re finally in some neighborhood streets, then pulls into a driveway. “Here we are.”

Here we are indeed. Colt and Matty have a decently sized house. The front yard is well landscaped, and by the looks of it, all their neighbors are also pretty well-off. There are patches of snow and ice here and there, but at least the ground isn’t fully covered.

He pushes a button, causing the garage door to open, and he pulls the car inside. We get out, and he retrieves my bag from the trunk. He unlocks the door to the house, and as soon as we step inside, a Corgi runs up and jumps up on me. Colt snaps his fingers. “Down, Spencer!” The dog drops down and rests on his elbows, his tail still wagging frantically from side-to-side. Colt turns to me. “Sorry about that; he always gets really excited when new people come to the house. I hope you like dogs.”

I bend down and pet Spencer on his head. “He’s adorable! How old is he?”

Colt smiles. “Thanks. He’s about three years old now. He’s a pretty well-behaved boy. Very loving. Anyway, let’s get you settled in.” I follow Colt as he takes my bag through the hallway and into a bedroom. He flips on the light. “Here’s our guest room. I hope it’ll be comfortable enough for you.”

I stand in the doorway and look around; the room is well furnished and very nicely decorated. There’s a queen-size bed with a half-dozen pillows on top of it, and it’s so far off the ground I’d almost need a ladder to climb into it. It’s certainly much nicer than what I have back at home. “It looks very comfortable, Colt. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. Here, I’ll show you the rest of the house.” We kick off our shoes, and I follow him around as he shows me the living room, kitchen, and other areas. Spencer sticks close by us. Once Colt is done showing me around, we sit on the couch in the living room, and he bends down and pets Spencer. “Matty is still at work and doesn’t get home for another hour or so. Is there anything in particular you want to do while you’re here?”

I roll my eyes. “Well, besides you, that is…” He laughs, then I continue, “Do you guys have anything already planned?”

He stops petting Spencer and sits up straight. “We’re hosting dinner here at the house for our group of friends tomorrow, and we’re having a brunch here for New Year’s as well, but other than that, it’s completely up to you. We can head into the city and see all the sights and sounds, unless you’d really rather stay in instead, which is fine by us, too.”

I watch as Spencer curls up and plops down on his bed in the corner of the living room. “Oh, I’d love to go to the city, especially since I’ve never been.”

“Awesome! There’s plenty to do: walk around Central Park, go see a Broadway show, visit the many museums, whatever you want to do. Oh, and of course, spend New Year’s Eve in Times Square.”

“That sounds like a lot.”

“Well, we don’t have to do it all in one day. We’re just a short walk to the Long Island Rail Road, and it’ll take no time to take the train into town. We can even stay overnight if you really want to do the whole gamut. Once we figure out everything you’d like to do, we can plan which days to go.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Yep. Oh, and I forgot to mention I’m going on a work trip for a couple days after Christmas, but Matty will be here the whole time since classes are out for the holidays.”

Just then, I hear the front door unlock, and Spencer hops up from his bed and runs toward the door to greet whoever is entering. Colt and I stand up, and a man who I’m assuming to be Matty appears with Spencer hopping up onto him. Colt goes and gives him a kiss, then walks with him over to me. “Matty, this is Joey.”

Matty looks to be somewhat older than Colt but he’s just as attractive. He’s also built a little thicker. He grips my hand and shakes it rather forcefully. His voice is deeper, too. “Joey, pleased to meet you. I trust you had a good flight up here?”

I nod as he releases my hand. I gently massage it, hoping he doesn’t notice. “I did, thanks. I really appreciate you and Colt allowing me to spend some time with you up here.”

Matty smiles. “It’s our pleasure.” I start following them as we make our way to the kitchen, and Matty continues, “After Colt told me what’s been going on with you down in Georgia, I couldn’t let someone like you spend the holidays alone. We’re delighted to have you here.” We reach the kitchen, and he turns and goes to the fridge. “After such a long flight, you must be hungry, eh?”

I shrug. “I could go for a bite to eat.”

Colt joins Matty at the fridge and grabs a bottle of white wine, then begins retrieving some glasses that are hanging above the island counter. “Would you like some wine, Joey?”

“I’d love some wine, thanks.”

Colt grabs a corkscrew and starts opening the bottle, then turns his attention to Matty. “You’re home a little early, dear.”

Matty smiles as he pulls stuff out of the fridge. “I was able to get everything wrapped up early at the office today. I’m just glad to be on vacation.” He sets everything he’s gotten from the fridge on the counter and closes the door. “Do we have everything we need for the party tomorrow?”

Colt nods. “We’ll need to pick up a few things at the store, but I pretty much have everything ready to go.” As soon as he’s finished pouring the glasses of wine, the three of us grab a glass and clink them together.

Spencer has calmed down by now, and Colt and Matty go to work preparing dinner. Neither of them will allow me to help at all, so I sit there, sipping my wine and enjoying their elegant dance with each other around the kitchen as they prepare a meal not only for themselves but also for a guest. They move with such rhythm and intuition, I wonder just how much time and effort it takes to get to that point with someone. They’ve been married for ten years, and probably were together for a while before that, so that’s a pretty good indication.

Once dinner is ready, the two of them serve it, and we all sit at the table. As we eat, we take turns getting to know more about each other. They—Matty mostly—find out more about what’s been going on recently with Steve and with my plans on opening my own business, and I discover more about what Matty does for work and how their relationship works for them. It turns out Matty is a business professor at a university here, so there’s plenty to talk about with him.

After we finish eating, Colt clears the table as Matty and I move to the living room. Colt refills our wine glasses, then joins us, and Spencer hops up on the couch and rests his head on Colt’s lap. We talk some more, and they seem to take a genuine interest in learning more about me. I give them pretty much my whole life story—the reasons why I’m estranged with my family, and the history behind Steve and me, going all the way back to high school. We spend a few hours talking about those subjects and many more, and soon the combination of the wine along with the long travel day is starting to make me drowsy.

We rise to our feet and Colt walks me to the guest room. “Sleep well, Joey. If you need anything, you know where our bedroom is.”

I pull him into a hug. “Thanks, Colt. You don’t know how much this all means to me.”

He smiles. “I may not know, but I can imagine.” He gives me a wink. “Get some sleep; we’ll see you in the morning.” With that, he steps away, and I close the door, leaving it open just a crack.

I unpack my toothbrush and toothpaste from my bag and head to the bathroom. I glance in the mirror and see my reflection, which makes it all the more real where I am and what I’m doing. It almost seems like I’ve been on autopilot ever since the awards banquet, when Steve and I started slowly drifting apart. I feel extremely lucky to have met Colt, and am glad I made the decision to come up here, but I wonder what it all means and what’s in store for me here. I ponder the direction my life is going now, but as I’m doing so, I shake my head. I seem to have forgotten that I’m in control of its direction. It’s not up to the whims of fate or society. I am the sole decider in where my life is going.

And I decide to patiently wait to see what this next week has in store for me. I have a gut feeling that after my trip here is done, I’ll have a more solid answer of where I want my life to go.

I finish brushing my teeth and head back into the bedroom, then get undressed, tossing everything into a pile on the floor. I crawl naked under the sheets. With the number of pillows and sheets and covers on this bed, it feels like I’m sleeping on a cloud. I tell myself not to get used to it—otherwise, I’d try everything under the sun to stay here as long as possible.

With so much on my mind, I try quieting it down as best I can, close my eyes, and drift off to sleep.
 
Carry on, AG! ..|

Ooops, tried to post that before you posted the next chapter ...
 
Hmmm ... Seems this next week is going to be a big one for Joey, in many more ways than one.

Definitely looking forward to finding out all that is in store ...

HUGS!! (*8*) :kiss:
Chaz :luv:
 
What an interesting development.
I have a notion all of this is not just a story....... ;)
 
Carry on, AG! ..|

Ooops, tried to post that before you posted the next chapter ...

Hmmm ... Seems this next week is going to be a big one for Joey, in many more ways than one.

Definitely looking forward to finding out all that is in store ...

HUGS!! (*8*) :kiss:
Chaz :luv:

Thanks for the encouragement, Chaz! Yes, it's definitely going to be a full week for Joey, packed with new experiences and travels. But I think right now in his life, that's what he needs.

What an interesting development.
I have a notion all of this is not just a story....... ;)

Sorry, it's all fiction, seven2go! Bits and pieces might be borrowed from real-life experiences, but 95-99% of it is totally made up. It would've been fun for me to have someone like Steve in my life; perhaps in another lifetime. We'll see!
 
Part 33

I’m woken abruptly the next morning by someone or something coming into the room. I open my eyes and see Spencer perched atop the cedar chest at the foot of the bed, but only his head is visible, his mouth open and tongue sticking out. As soon as I make eye contact with him, he hops on top of the bed and scampers over to me, and I gently scratch the top of his head with one hand.

Colt appears in the doorway, dressed in an undershirt and very thin pajama bottoms. The outline of his dick is clearly visible through them. “Spencer!

I sit up, continuing to pet the dog. “It’s fine, Colt. It’s nice to have someone who’s delighted to see me in the morning.”

He steps out of the doorway and into the room. “You talking about me or the dog?”

It’s so early in the morning I almost miss his attempt at flirting, but luckily catch on at the last second. “Both, I guess.”

He gives me a knowing smile. “How’d you sleep for your first night in New York?”

“I slept very well. This bed is heavenly! It feels like I’m sleeping on a cloud.”

He laughs. “We’ve been told that before. I’m glad you like it.”

I yawn. “What time is it?”

“About nine.”

Not used to sleeping in that late, I gasp. “Holy shit! I need to get up.”

He moves closer to the bed and claps his hands, and Spencer runs over to him. He picks him up and sets him outside the room. “Take your time; there’s no rush. I just made a pot of coffee, and was just getting ready to make breakfast for us.”

I flip the sheets off of myself and slide off the bed and onto my feet. I notice Colt’s expression turn to one of delight as he sees me in all my naked glory. I figure if we can’t mess around while I’m up here, the least I can do is lightly tease him with views of my naked self. I walk over to my suitcase to retrieve my sweatpants, bending down to pull them on. “Coffee sounds great, and breakfast sounds even better.”

“Well, I’ll leave you alone so you can get ready.” He turns and walks back out, but turns his head and gets one last look at me as he steps out. He reaches back and closes the door behind him. I hope I didn’t overstep any boundaries, but I feel like all I’m doing is playful flirting, which he seems welcome to. I pull on a shirt and a pair of socks, then step out and make my way to the kitchen.

Spencer runs back up to me and I pet him for a bit before he returns to his food bowl. Matty’s already in the kitchen and greets me as he’s flipping over some pancakes that are cooking on a griddle. Colt retrieves a mug from a rather large collection hanging underneath the upper kitchen cabinets. “Coffee, Joey?”

I nod. “Please.” He pours me some coffee and hands me the mug, and I take a sip and let out a satisfying sigh. “Delicious.”

He chuckles. “Glad you think so.”

I plop myself down on a barstool at the island counter. “So what kind of party do you guys have planned tonight?”

Matty answers my question. “We’ve invited everyone to come around five. It’s just a bunch of friends we’ve known over the years. It’ll be nice and casual—just dinner and conversation. I hope that’s not too boring for you.”

I shake my head. “Not boring at all. It sounds delightful, actually. About how many people do you think will come?”

Colt turns to Matty. “What do you think, babe, like twenty or thirty or so?”

Matty nods. “That sounds about right.”

I throw my head back. “Holy crap! That’s a lot of people.”

Colt chuckles. “Yeah, it can seem like a lot. I guess we’re used to parties that big. If you start feeling overwhelmed, you can always retreat to your room. We’ll understand. Hell, Spencer does the same thing after about the first twenty minutes or so.”

I chuckle. “I get the feeling Spencer and I are going to become really close friends while I’m here.”

Matty smiles. “I wouldn’t be surprised. He latches onto people rather quickly.”

I grin as I look over at him, now lying on his bed after eating his breakfast. “I can see why. He’s adorable.”

Matty finishes frying up the pancakes and serves them onto plates, then the three of us mow down on breakfast. I return to my room to shower and get dressed, then head back to the kitchen as Matty and Colt talk about what they’ve got going on before the party. Colt invites me to go shopping with him for the last few things he needs for the party while Matty stays behind to prepare things at the house.

The moment Colt and I step outside, I feel like my balls are going to freeze off. We hop into another car that’s parked in the driveway, different from the one he drove the night before, and he starts it while I vigorously rub my hands together. He glances over. “Cold?”

“Frigid!”

He reaches over and turns on the seat warmers. “Poor thing. You ever been somewhere this cold before?”

I shake my head. “Not really. I’ve never even left the South before. I’ve only seen snow like two or three times in my life.”

He laughs as he puts the car in reverse and backs out of the driveway. “I hope you remembered to pack some long johns.”

“Nope. I don’t even own any.”

He puts the car in drive and goes forward. “Well, if you almost froze on the way to the car just now, you’re going to be absolutely miserable if we go into the city. Tell you what, I’ll let you borrow a pair of mine if we decide to go.”

My dick practically springs to attention at the thought. “I hope that’ll help.”

He flashes me a smile. “Oh yeah, they’ll keep your buns hot and toasty, not that they aren’t hot already.”

We finally arrive at the grocery store. After we park and walk inside, I stand still, looking up at everything. He turns and looks over at me. “What’s wrong, Joey?”

“Nothing, I’ve just never seen a grocery store this nice. It certainly ain’t no Wal-Mart!”

He chuckles. “Well, I’m glad New York is making a good first impression on you.”

We grab a handbasket each and meander up and down the aisles as he grabs everything needed for the party tonight. I put a few things in my basket as well. We get up to the checkout and he starts placing his things on the belt. I grab one of those plastic separators and put it on the belt along with the rest of my things behind his, and when we get to the front of the line, he puts the separator back. I nudge his elbow. “Colt! You don’t have to get my groceries.”

He brushes my protest away with his hand. “Don’t worry about it, sweetie.” I sigh, but inside am thankful that he’s being so generous.

After our things are paid for, we head back outside, bags in hand, and hop back in his car. We get back home and bring the groceries inside, and he starts helping Matty prep for the party. I help here and there, but I mostly sit by the side and keep Spencer company.

Soon they’ve got everything ready and put onto platters, and I help them set everything out. Matty lights some candles while Colt pops open a couple different bottles of wine, and soon we hear a knock at the door.

The first guest shows up, and the noise gradually grows with each arriving guest. Within a half hour or so, all the other guests have made it, and Spencer hides out in Colt and Matty’s bedroom to get away from the noise. We all snack on hors d’oeuvres and sip on wine until it’s time for Colt and Matty to bring out the main course. Everyone continues conversing and chatting while they eat. Colt sits near me so I feel a little less like I’m out-of-place, and I make small talk with a few people who are sitting nearby, but otherwise I stay pretty quiet as everyone else talks about what’s been going on in their lives or while they recount events and memories of the past. Most are men and seem to be gay and bi, but I do meet a few straight guys, and there are some women that showed up.

The night goes on, and eventually the guests begin filtering out one by one. Spencer comes out from hiding and gets lots of attention from the guests that hang around. It’s late at night when the final guests depart, and I’m exhausted while Colt and Matty still appear full of energy. I guess they thrive on these kinds of events.

Spencer jumps up on the couch and snuggles up next to me as I slowly finish off my glass of wine. Colt and Matty join me on the couch in the living room after clearing up some plates and wine glasses. I look over at them. “That was one hell of a party!”

Matty chuckles. “You think so?” He glances over at Colt. “That was one of our smaller shindigs, eh Colt?”

Colt smiles. “Yeah, we’ve certainly had bigger.”

I sigh. “Gosh, I wish I could be like you guys and know a lot of people and throw big parties like this. It’s just so exhausting.”

Colt tilts his head. “You do look pretty beat. Don’t feel bad; it’s not everyone’s thing.”

Matty leans back and rests his arms on the back of the couch. “Well, now that tonight’s party is out of the way, what do you boys feel like doing tomorrow for Christmas Eve?”

Colt glances my way. “Joey?”

I shrug. “You guys have any recommendations?”

Colt answers, “Well, since you haven’t ever been to New York City, how about we take the train in and just do whatever comes to mind?”

I give him a smile. “That sounds like a good plan to me!”

He claps his hands. “Perfect! We’ll take it easy tomorrow; don’t feel like you have to get up at any particular time. I promise, we’ll be very easygoing.”

I knock back the rest of my wine and thank Colt as he takes my empty wine glass. I bid Colt and Matty a good night, then retreat to the guest bedroom. I get ready for bed and bury myself under the covers. Tomorrow’s gonna be a long day.
 
Have not been here for quite some time, but now see and read what I have been missing out on. I just finished your story from beginning to end and now have major investment with your characters. You have beautifully crafted fiction that seems so real and your characters are so definitely real (love both the perfections and imperfections). Well done, this is an impressive piece of work from a talented writer. Absolutely stunning.
 
I've been to NYC many times. Though it is one of the most interesting, dynamic, and fascinating places I've ever been, I've also never been a big fan. It is generally a very high pressure place. Someone once explained that since it takes so long to get from A to B, no one has the luxury of taking their time for anything else. Everything is Rush-Rush, and yet not going anywhere. I will go out of my way to avoid it. Funny thing? I'm a City Dude!

Boston is probably one of the most confusing cities to get around. Truck drivers will stop outside the city, and call a cab to follow to their destination. And yet, Bean Town is one of my Favorites!

Chicago is as densely packed as NYC. Rush hour is known as the greater metro parking lot. Yet, the general attitude is somewhat laid back Midwest. Love the Windy City!

London, Paris, and Rome are all whacked, from my point of view. And yet, I can't wait to get back to them.

SO ... As much as NYC has going for it, all that it has to offer, and Everyone should visit (at least once), I hope Joey has more enjoyable experiences than I have.

How did I get to rambling about that?

Write On, AG! :gogirl: (*8*) :kiss:
Chaz :luv:
 
Have not been here for quite some time, but now see and read what I have been missing out on. I just finished your story from beginning to end and now have major investment with your characters. You have beautifully crafted fiction that seems so real and your characters are so definitely real (love both the perfections and imperfections). Well done, this is an impressive piece of work from a talented writer. Absolutely stunning.

Thank you so much for the kind words, Michael! I'm glad my story got you back to JUB and posting! As I'm sure you can tell, I put a lot of work into developing my characters--they're not just bodies with dicks. I want them to have a history, a background, a personality, things that make them tick. I know sometimes that means a huge time investment in reading the story before there's any sex, and I know not many people want to devote that amount of time or effort into reading the story, but I think it makes for a better story overall, and I'm glad you took the time to read the whole thing beginning to end! Just know that it's not the end yet! There's still a bit more I have left to write and post, and I hope you'll be along for the whole ride and that you'll enjoy every minute of it!

I've been to NYC many times. Though it is one of the most interesting, dynamic, and fascinating places I've ever been, I've also never been a big fan. It is generally a very high pressure place. Someone once explained that since it takes so long to get from A to B, no one has the luxury of taking their time for anything else. Everything is Rush-Rush, and yet not going anywhere. I will go out of my way to avoid it. Funny thing? I'm a City Dude!

Boston is probably one of the most confusing cities to get around. Truck drivers will stop outside the city, and call a cab to follow to their destination. And yet, Bean Town is one of my Favorites!

Chicago is as densely packed as NYC. Rush hour is known as the greater metro parking lot. Yet, the general attitude is somewhat laid back Midwest. Love the Windy City!

London, Paris, and Rome are all whacked, from my point of view. And yet, I can't wait to get back to them.

SO ... As much as NYC has going for it, all that it has to offer, and Everyone should visit (at least once), I hope Joey has more enjoyable experiences than I have.

How did I get to rambling about that?

Write On, AG! :gogirl: (*8*) :kiss:
Chaz :luv:

I've visited New York City twice myself--both times with my best friend, Jake, who used to live upstate. Sadly he passed away about a year ago. He showed me around and led me all throughout the city, knowing how to get from place to place in the most efficient way possible. It seemed a bit chaotic from my perspective, but it was thrilling following him around and packing so much stuff in the few days that we'd spend there. I'd never want to live there, but visiting there is a very stimulating experience and exposes you to so many different cultures all within a very short period of time.

One of the things I remember about my visits to NYC is that many people were very neatly dressed and always in a rush. It's very much like you said, Chaz--no one has the luxury of time, and everyone is always in a rush. Jake said it was something like a competition--everyone is competing with one another to look good and get from place to place quickly, or else they might miss out on something good. As I write these parts of the story with Joey visiting New York, I can't help but think of the memories of my visits with Jake. We had such an amazing time when we went, and I'll always cherish those memories.

Of course I grew up in a small town on the Gulf Coast, so really the first city of any appreciable size I've ever visited was New Orleans. The next step up was perhaps San Antonio, though I was either too young to remember much of it, or my family didn't really go into the city. It wasn't until we took a trip up to Chicago--my first time being that far north--where I really got my first dose of what city life was like. I think I was 12 years old at the time. I was amazed by all the different shops and restaurants and museums and things to do. My parents and I stopped at a Border's Books while we were there, and I remember heading down into the basement where the Gay & Lesbian section was. Around that age I had the first inklings that I was different, and it was awesome seeing a whole section devoted to that, even though it was probably only just a couple of shelves; however, I didn't have the luxury of going to the bookstore back home, since I wasn't of driving age and all the bookstores were far away from home. Being in a city with access to good public transit and densely-packed stores might've had a much different impact on my growing up.

Now I've settled into the Portland area after living here for a little over five years. I love it up here. The weather is fantastic, the people are nice, and I like how much more progressive the attitudes and policies are compared to the rest of the country. This feels much more like home than anywhere I've lived, and I sometimes find myself taking for granted how lucky I am to have found a place where I feel like I belong and can be my true, honest 100% self (without much fear of backlash).

Anyway, now I'm now the one rambling! Time to get back to the story!

One more thing before I go, though: Just thought I'd post a photo of Jake and me during one of our visits to NYC. It's of us at the top of the Empire State Building.

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