Hey guys, new story for you all. I know i’ve been away for some time, and I’m sorry for that. Life got hectic. No, I’m not with anyone and I didn’t ditch you all for a boyfriend 
I basically just wrote this to express my happiness over the past few weeks. I’m going to be in the USA this year on a holiday. I’m hitting up Anaheim, Denver, and New York City. I see this as the beginning of my life, and I’ve drawn basically from personal events in the story. It’s still fiction though (I wish that it wasn’t like CRAZY). Anyway, I hope you all enjoy, I love you all 
-- momoman.
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Equal Love
Part I
Here I was, standing on the edge of this great precipice. My best friend of 10 years was by my side and he was screaming at the top of his lungs while walking through some of the main streets in Melbourne, alongside other people waving rainbow banners and propaganda at passersby who were cheering us along. I finally raised my arms, stepped off the edge, looked to the sky and couldn’t help but think I could feel the oncoming change in my country, my home.
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‘WHAT?’ I stammered. ‘Equal Love, that march in the city.’ He elaborated, not needing my unnecessary comment. My stunned, unbelieving face had given me away completely. ‘Uhh...’ I began, then I turned three shades of red faster than traffic lights, realising that I sounded and looked like a complete idiot. ‘Maybe, You know me, I’m shy...’ I said in a subdued tone. He rolled his eyes. Tom was my best friend for two reasons. One, he was the world’s biggest slut and with a seconds notice, could hook you up with someone amazing. Two, he was always coy about everything that wasn’t personal, he was great to talk to, a good listener. ‘Well, Ben, it’s on Saturday, so make up your tiny mind ov-’ He was cut off because I playfully slapped his ass for saying I was tiny-minded. ‘-ernight.’ He finished, unabashed.
I was seething. How could he invite me to something like that? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m a full backer of this cause. I, like every other gay person in Australia wanted “Equal Love” in my country. But I preferred to be a silent supporter. I, unlike my best friend, liked to be behind the scenes. ‘Sure. I’ll let you know this evening.’ I eventually said, his trademark grin spread across his face after that. I put my finger on his lips, his face went slack. ‘No, No, No...you promised, no more.’ I chortled. He scowled.
I suppose I should explain. Tom and I have history, not just the 10 year best-friend status, he was heavily into me for a time. I never returned his feelings but he held on for more than a year. Eventually, he became more and more distant, falling back to friend status. Eventually, we settled and became best friends. Although, I was sure, even though he didn’t show it, that he still had feelings for me. Whenever I agreed to something he asked me to do, he called me names like “Cutie”, “Hottie” or “Sexy”. I didn’t like that, and I eventually told him and made him promise he wouldn’t say them anymore. He still had trouble keeping to it.
‘Fine...Sorry’ He said, pulling away. I locked my arms to him in a tenacious grasp.
‘You really think you can get away from me right now?’ I asked. He groaned, then smiled despite himself. ‘I suppose not.’ He replied, coldly. I recoiled. He managed to wrangle his way out and he stood three feet away, arms folded, glaring at me. ‘Oh yeah, I’ll go’ I said, as a last resort. Tom’s natural bubbly-ness started to creep out despite himself as he unfolded his arms and began to babble at top speed. In ten seconds flat, he’d given me information on what he was going to wear, what he wanted me to wear, what he wanted me to even say. I’d just nodded. It was Friday afternoon and I had a severe case of “3:30-itis.” I wasn’t going to put up with anything. Tomorrow was going to take about four of me to get through, so I decided to return to my office. ‘See you tomorrow, Cutie!’ He called. I kept walking and I heard him laugh even harder.
Part II
I awoke very, very early. So early, that it was still dark. I laid back on the pillow, closed my eyes, and mentally repeated “Sleep, Sleep, Sleep” over and over. It didn’t work, I was completely and utterly awake. I swung my legs out and sat up. I walked over to my alarm clock and saw that it was 06:45. I decided that it was an OK time to be awake so I pulled out my requested outfit for the day. I walked to the kitchen, grabbed an LCM and snarfed it down. ‘That’ll do me for about half an hour’ I complained mentally while walking around to the bathroom. I stripped off and got into the steaming shower. ‘You never cease to amaze me...’ A voice sounded from the doorway, and I jumped.
‘Tom....what the....hell are you doing here?’ I asked in between taking shuddering gasps. His smile vanished. ‘Sorry..I knocked, and rang that doorbell of yours. Then I just pushed the door open. I didn’t think you’d mind.’ He explained. I smiled and told him that it was perfectly fine, then asked him to give me some privacy. ‘Not a chance. Now that i’ve finally seen you without a shirt, let alone...’ He trailed off while standing on his tiptoes to see over the edge of the shower recess, I covered myself. ‘Your luscious cock...Huh...Fuck you then. I’ll wait outside.’
He didn’t look happy as he wheeled about and closed the door behind him. I couldn’t help but feel bad. I decided to walk out naked, with no towel, dripping wet, and dry myself in front of him as a treat. I’d forgotten what it was like to have another man stare at me naked in the 3 years that I’d been single. It was, rather hard to readjust to. Since Tom and I had become closer and closer over the intervening months, seeing each other naked was bound to occur sooner or later. ‘Wasn’t it?’ I asked myself. I decided that it was to appease my own anxiety. ‘What did you say?’ Tom called through the heavy bathroom door. ‘Don’t worry!’ I yelled back. I turned off the shower and stepped out from the recess. I opened the door and walked out naked.
‘Oh...My...G-!’ Was all he could manage. He ogled my dripping wet, muscled body. In the past three years, I’d spent half my life at the local gym. I’d workout every morning, afternoon and evening for three hours each bit. The results definitely gave me more confidence. I smirked at Tom, who was still openmouthed. I yanked the towel toward me from the door, my biceps contracting in a slick motion. I was carefully watching Tom in my peripheral vision. ‘Nice.’ I commented, pointing at his crutch where a tent had just been erected. ‘Sorry..’ He said, snatching a book from my wall-length-and-height bookshelf to place over it. I reached out and batted it away. ‘What are you doing?’ He asked, confused. I couldn’t help but laugh. ‘I think it’s only fair if-’ I began. He laughed, but didn’t make any further moves. I was proud of him.
I finished drying myself off and walked back into the bathroom to retrieve my set outfit from the in-built closet behind the wall. I turned around and caught Tom ogling my butt from behind, trying to be subtle. I smiled, turned around and closed the door. ‘That’s okay I’ll wait out here!’ He called after the door clicked shut. I laughed and changed into my outfit. Dark wash denim jeans, Enormous black leather belt, Black leather shoes and my dark grey Peacoat that i’d gotten from New York about 6 years ago. It felt like there was something missing. ‘Tom what have you gotten me into here!?’ I called. ‘JUST WEAR IT!’ I reviewed my look in the mirror. The open peacoat -- I’d been given explicit instructions to NOT do up the buttons -- definitely gave the right impression, It showed off my body perfectly. I put on my watch. I slapped on some aftershave, fixed my hair and opened the bathroom door. I found Tom with his hands frozen in mid-air when I opened it. He’d obviously been finding a way to open the door from the outside. I dangled the card-key at him. ‘You need this.’ I teased.
‘I’ll set you up with one of your own soon enough, you need it.’ I said. He balked at me, mouth open for what I thought was the fifth time this morning. I’d lost count. ‘What, one that works with the front door only?’ He retorted, rolling his eyes. ‘Okay, you caught me.’ I said, chuckling. ‘Of course not, one that works with the whole place, but you only get it once I let you in.’ I said and he returned to the glum expression. ‘Outfit looks excellent? No?’ I asked. ‘Fab!’
I was getting a big head, so I beckoned him to accompany me to the kitchen. I knew he was walking behind me for a reason. I opened the fridge and handed him the milk. I retrieved the cereal and two bowls. ‘Unsolicited generosity? This early in the day?’ He asked. I rolled my eyes. ‘You better be joking’ I told him, waggling my finger. It took him about ten seconds to reply ‘Of course!’, which made me sure he wasn’t, just that he was appeasing me. ‘What time do you want to head down to the march?’ I asked, to break the awkward silence. “Whenever, the sooner, the better.’
Part III
We finished our cereal in silence, and I picked up my satchel bag and slung it over my shoulder. ‘I never thought of that, it makes everything all the better!’ Tom critiqued, waving his “Hotness-meter” over my torso. I slapped his hand away and grabbed the card key from my pocket, checked for my wallet in my bag and then gestured to the front door. Tom walked ahead of me. ‘HEY!’ He said, turning around. ‘What?’ I asked innocently. He’d obviously heard me when I’d said the cliché “Ladies first” under my breath. I groped his ass, and that seemed to settle him. He left and got into my car. I took ten more seconds to ask myself why I was doing this, then I walked out, swiped the card to lock up, and got in the car.
I found, what I thought, was THE best parking spot in all the city. I must have had a smug expression playing around my lips when Tom told me that it wasn’t that “epic”. I chuckled, then told him to look out of the windscreen, pointing at the sign not 100 metres away. “EqualLove Marriage Equality March here today! 8:30AM!” Tom, once again, had his mouth open. ‘Okay, scratch that last, you’re amazing, as usual.’ He admitted unwillingly. I smiled, then stepped out of the car and put money in the meter a few spots away. I walked back to the car and the crisp Melbourne weather blew my peacoat open. I didn’t mind, it stayed on. I’m not ashamed to say that I was glad both Women and Men passing by we’re overtly checking me out. I got back in the car and Tom ran his hands over my washboard abs. I slapped his hand away playfully. He scowled.
We spent the remaining twenty minutes listening to background music on my H/K car stereo. He was babbling, as usual, while playing with the EQ settings and volume knob. I suddenly cut him off and pointed to the clock in the dash. ‘Oh, 8:20, yeah, let’s go.’ He said, getting out. I locked up the car and followed him across to where the two unnecessarily feminine gay men, and the two lesbians were awaiting fellow marchers. Both gay men pretended to die when they saw me approaching with the wind-blown-open peacoat. I laughed quietly. Tom, didn’t like it. Instead of talking to them, he turned his attention to the lesbians and engaged them in some stimulating conversation. I rolled my eyes and started talking to the two men. Turns out that they were both very nice guys, once you got over the feminine factor. Usually, I couldn’t take any form of overt feminism in men of my chosen sexual orientation. It drove me mad, but it wasn’t so with these two. They told me that they’d been in a civil union for two and a half years, that they’d met as mutual friends 8 years previously and spent time as best friends, before they’d both gotten a wake-up-call while depressed about the fact that they we’re both alone, by a friend telling them that the perfect man was under their respective noses. I couldn’t help but draw comparisons to myself and Tom. They gestured to him then, and winked at me. They then left and started conversing with others who had shown up. I joined the lesbians.
It surprised me that Tom put his hand in my back pocket then, whispering at me to ‘go with it’ as an older, slutty looking gay man was eyeing him. He looked disappointed and turned his attention to another man, equally as slutty. ‘Match made in heaven!’ I chimed in a low voice and all four of us laughed. ‘Personally, I don’t get what it is with the feminine, slutty gay men’ Louise said to me, shaking her head. Her partner, Sam(antha) groped her boobs from behind and kissed her neck. ‘I know, right?’ She said, speaking to all of us. We agreed wholeheartedly. ‘They drive me mad.’ I said. Tom chuckled and gestured from me, to himself. ‘Oh, looks like we’re beginning.’ Louise announced, then they started to walk up the street. Tom and I joined the middle of the crowd of people. We were, once again, walking against the wind. My exposed body was drawing the attention of every gay man within a ten metre radius, Tom didn’t like it. He kept tut’ing and scoffing under his breath. When a rather attractive, non feminine guy walked up to me and asked me if i’d ever consider ‘going for a coffee sometime’ Tom began a stream of unintelligible words that sounded a lot like a long line of profanities.
I scowled in his general direction and accepted the man’s business card. He bounced off to his previous place and Tom continued with his expertise in swearing. I was still too nervous to do anything like Tom was now, walking down the main street of the city, everybody in the huge crowd started shouting “EqualLove!” over and over and over again, waving their banners and wolf-whistling. Passersby exiting and entering each department store and miscellaneous shop cheered and clapped for us. I was standing on the edge of a mental precipice, nearly ready to express my happiness that was coursing through my body. I finally raised my arms, stepped off the edge, looked to the sky and couldn’t help but think I could feel the oncoming change in my country, my home.
Tom looked at me, smiling. As did every other gay man around me once again, abusing the chance to ogle my arms, pectorals and abs with impunity. I lowered my arms and kept marching with Tom, still against the wind. We soon reached the end of the street and turned left. Finally, the weather was behind me and the coat settled over my body again. Tom slapped my ass and danced out of the way when I raised my arm to, unawares to him, grope him in return. Tom started to walk in front of me. I used that time to check him out and do some deep thinking about what those two gay men -- Matt and Michael -- had told me about my perfect man.
Before I knew it, we were on the home stretch. Walking back toward our starting point. Sam and Louise joined me then, and so did Matt and Michael not long after that. I pulled Tom back into our group and we decided to go hang out someplace after the march. We stopped at the starting point and, acting on a whim, I turned to Tom and he turned to me. I pulled him in slowly and I kissed him passionately. I began the kiss, and I had to end it. I pushed him away gently, but easily. ‘Really? Are you sure?’ He asked, eyebrows so high they were in danger of vanishing below his fringe. ‘I have never been more sure about anything ever before in my life.’ I said. Tom exhaled and basically jumped into my arms. Matt and Michael whooped and ooh’ed. Louise and Sam slapped me high-fives. I stared into Tom’s bright, happy eyes and kissed him one last time before realising that it had been almost 12 years since i’d seen that look in his eyes.
Part IV
Tom, Matt, Michael, Louise, Sam and Myself left the group shortly afterward and walked in formation up to this funky little electro-bar three blocks away. Tom and I, with hands in each other’s back pockets. The bar, as usual was blasting electro-house on it’s huge speakers, which made the experience more enjoyable. Three vodka shots later each, and all of us were flirting ineptly. Tom, unaware that it was me he was talking to, introduced himself and offered his business card. Matt and Michael were flirting with Louise and Sam and they were doing their best to not recoil. Three more and we were slutting up to one another on the dance-floor. Louise and Sam were no longer recoiling from Matt and Michael, instead, they were making out with them. Tom and I, still had our heads. We were on the floor also but we weren’t dancing, my coat was long gone, in my satchel bag. My shirtless form had attracted a total of eleven gay men, not counting the ones at the march. Each of those times, I’d gently rebuffed them and told them I had a boyfriend. ‘Boyfriend’ was a word that still made me shudder internally. I’d settled into my single-man routine well-and-truly about 2 years previously. Tom, was buoyant.
‘I’m so happy.’ Was all he could keep saying. He sounded like a broken record, but I didn’t mind. I’d kissed him more times tonight, than I’d kissed my last boyfriend in our entire relationship. And it lasted for eight years. That bothered me. I didn’t make Tom wise to that fact, he would’ve undoubtedly deflated, and I was happy to leave him happy. I was happy, so it was a moot point. I told Matt, Michael, Louise and Sam, that Tom and I were leaving. ‘Noooooo!’ Sam whined. Michael and Matt simultaneously put their hands on their hips, dropped one side and tilted their heads. They fell over. I laughed. I wrote down all their numbers, and gave them all mine. They asked for Tom’s. ‘Tom will be, reachable from my place of residence for the foreseeable future. It’s no problem.’ I said, winking. They beamed. I waved, and walked with Tom in the sobering breeze, still shirtless, ten blocks to my car.
‘Okay, you win this one babe’ I said when we were about half way there. He let out a bark of surprised laughter ‘What?’ I giggled also, at his shocked expression. ‘You were right, the parking spot wasn’t all that epic after all’ I explained, grinning momentarily at my brazen use of his trademark word. ‘Gimme ten!’ He demanded. I opened my wallet. He scowled and batted it away gently. ‘What then?’ I asked and he stepped forward.
‘Oh, right’ I said, comprehension dawning on my face. ‘One-Two-Three’ I began, each word punctuated with a kiss in between. ‘Nine-Ten!’ I finished, exultant. He beamed.
‘Perfect’. I couldn’t have put it better myself. We reached the car then, in record time. Ten years of sexual tension between us was now bubbling to the surface and we were now all to anxious to get back to my house.
We drove in haste down the main streets and looped around to access the suburban overpass. I lived approximately five minutes from the CBD, walking. Driving, it strangely took 5 times the time. We pulled up in my garage, something Tom had never seen before, or never guessed that the wall opened into it. We exited the car, leaving our things in the trunk and we entered the house. We barely made it over the threshold, and Tom already had his shirt off. ‘Wow,’ I thought ‘he’d definitely been working out like I had.’ I pulled him into my arms, our naked torso’s grinding against each of us respectively, drove us both wild. I unbuckled my belt as we made it closer to my bedroom, and had my jeans and shoes off before we opened the door to it. Tom was already naked, had I missed that part? I stripped off the remaining articles of clothing and pushed him down on the bed. I straddled and started to kiss him again. He was returning the favour with a little too much enthusiasm, but it worked and I enjoyed it. I broke the kiss and moved my lips down his body, starting with his biceps, pectorals, then the abs. I then kissed down his arms and nuzzled into the crook of his arm. ‘Uh’ was all he could manage. I then focused on his balls, stimulating each of them until he called out in ecstasy. I raised my head, grinned, then licked his rock-hard shaft from hilt-to-tip in one swift motion. ‘Please..’ He begged, and I obliged. I slid my eager mouth over his penis and began to suck him. I was momentarily struck by the startling realisation that I had wanted this for too long. I continued using my tongue to maneuver the head and then, feeling suddenly courageous, I began to take it all in.
I closed my eyes, his seizing and shuddering body was turning me on something remote from reality. I hummed into the hilt when I reached it which made him literally shout. I continued one long hum and then his hand clamped down on my shoulder. I knew he was ready. I moved back up to half way and continued to suck, hard. He moaned and ‘Uhh’d’ a few more times before his shaft began to throb. I swallowed every drop of his luscious man-cream that spurted out in his explosive orgasm, nothing went to waste. I kept him inside my mouth until he pulled out and pushed me down on the bed to start returning the favour. He kissed me then, pulling away he licked his lips and winked. That was hot.
He focused on the underside of my pectorals, my armpits, biceps, abs, then finally, my cock. It was basically screaming at him to suck it, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, which he licked up promptly. He sucked me off in a masterful fashion for nearly twenty minutes. I wanted him to enjoy himself, finally being able to suck me after ten years. I held back until he playfully employed teeth at the ever-sensitive tip to stimulate me. It worked. I shouted out. He sucked harder, licking the head, which had me convulsing like crazy. I shouted out once more before I shot my extensive load into his mouth. He groaned, savoured it, then took his mouth off. I wondered what he was doing before he moved so his face hovered over mine and he gulped it down. His lips were coated in cum. I pulled him down, and kissed them. We sucked on each other’s tongues for a bit, both still rock-hard. Before he whispered that he wanted me inside him.
I simply nodded, still too breathless for coherent speech, and he inserted me into him while still straddled over my body. I enjoyed the feeling of his beautifully tight ass surrounding my penis, almost as much as the look on his face that got more and more beatific with each thrust I gave. He continued sitting on me, thrusting slowly for about thirty minutes, then, he came again. I used my fingers and licked it up. He pulled off and laid down next to me, holding his own penis vertical. I returned to his physically amazing horizontal form and mounted myself on him. The feeling of his great cock penetrating my ass was excruciatingly amazing. I now loved him all the more, and I wanted to express this as best was possible. I kept his penis inside me, knowing the stars around my eyes meant he’d found my prostate. I kissed him passionately and rubbed my hands over his body. He shuddered and moaned. I jumped on his cock for over an hour, going very slowly, enjoying how he shouted every few minutes and whispered that he loved me in a hoarse voice. ‘I love you’ I said, and I took all of him inside me, finally. That was just too much, I came with so much force that it rocked my body. It landed on his pecs, neck and lips.
He used his fingers to lick up most of it, but left what was on his neck and lips for my benefit. I bent down and licked his neck clean. I then kissed him. ‘Yes’. I said, inhaling deeply. I unmounted him and we continued to make out for a time after that. We slowly kissed less and less as we caught our breath and the horniness faded from our systems.
‘I love you.’ I said, with as much passion as I could in my voice. ‘I love you more.’ He said, weakly. I kissed him one final time before we settled into each other and fell asleep on the bed. He was my nonpareil lover, and I loved him more than anything. “Equal Love” I thought, smiled, then closed my lids.
(Yes, four parts because I'm so sorry!)
TTYL, xx
momoman
I basically just wrote this to express my happiness over the past few weeks. I’m going to be in the USA this year on a holiday. I’m hitting up Anaheim, Denver, and New York City. I see this as the beginning of my life, and I’ve drawn basically from personal events in the story. It’s still fiction though (I wish that it wasn’t like CRAZY). Anyway, I hope you all enjoy, I love you all -- momoman.--------
Equal Love
Part I
Here I was, standing on the edge of this great precipice. My best friend of 10 years was by my side and he was screaming at the top of his lungs while walking through some of the main streets in Melbourne, alongside other people waving rainbow banners and propaganda at passersby who were cheering us along. I finally raised my arms, stepped off the edge, looked to the sky and couldn’t help but think I could feel the oncoming change in my country, my home.
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‘WHAT?’ I stammered. ‘Equal Love, that march in the city.’ He elaborated, not needing my unnecessary comment. My stunned, unbelieving face had given me away completely. ‘Uhh...’ I began, then I turned three shades of red faster than traffic lights, realising that I sounded and looked like a complete idiot. ‘Maybe, You know me, I’m shy...’ I said in a subdued tone. He rolled his eyes. Tom was my best friend for two reasons. One, he was the world’s biggest slut and with a seconds notice, could hook you up with someone amazing. Two, he was always coy about everything that wasn’t personal, he was great to talk to, a good listener. ‘Well, Ben, it’s on Saturday, so make up your tiny mind ov-’ He was cut off because I playfully slapped his ass for saying I was tiny-minded. ‘-ernight.’ He finished, unabashed.
I was seething. How could he invite me to something like that? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m a full backer of this cause. I, like every other gay person in Australia wanted “Equal Love” in my country. But I preferred to be a silent supporter. I, unlike my best friend, liked to be behind the scenes. ‘Sure. I’ll let you know this evening.’ I eventually said, his trademark grin spread across his face after that. I put my finger on his lips, his face went slack. ‘No, No, No...you promised, no more.’ I chortled. He scowled.
I suppose I should explain. Tom and I have history, not just the 10 year best-friend status, he was heavily into me for a time. I never returned his feelings but he held on for more than a year. Eventually, he became more and more distant, falling back to friend status. Eventually, we settled and became best friends. Although, I was sure, even though he didn’t show it, that he still had feelings for me. Whenever I agreed to something he asked me to do, he called me names like “Cutie”, “Hottie” or “Sexy”. I didn’t like that, and I eventually told him and made him promise he wouldn’t say them anymore. He still had trouble keeping to it.
‘Fine...Sorry’ He said, pulling away. I locked my arms to him in a tenacious grasp.
‘You really think you can get away from me right now?’ I asked. He groaned, then smiled despite himself. ‘I suppose not.’ He replied, coldly. I recoiled. He managed to wrangle his way out and he stood three feet away, arms folded, glaring at me. ‘Oh yeah, I’ll go’ I said, as a last resort. Tom’s natural bubbly-ness started to creep out despite himself as he unfolded his arms and began to babble at top speed. In ten seconds flat, he’d given me information on what he was going to wear, what he wanted me to wear, what he wanted me to even say. I’d just nodded. It was Friday afternoon and I had a severe case of “3:30-itis.” I wasn’t going to put up with anything. Tomorrow was going to take about four of me to get through, so I decided to return to my office. ‘See you tomorrow, Cutie!’ He called. I kept walking and I heard him laugh even harder.
Part II
I awoke very, very early. So early, that it was still dark. I laid back on the pillow, closed my eyes, and mentally repeated “Sleep, Sleep, Sleep” over and over. It didn’t work, I was completely and utterly awake. I swung my legs out and sat up. I walked over to my alarm clock and saw that it was 06:45. I decided that it was an OK time to be awake so I pulled out my requested outfit for the day. I walked to the kitchen, grabbed an LCM and snarfed it down. ‘That’ll do me for about half an hour’ I complained mentally while walking around to the bathroom. I stripped off and got into the steaming shower. ‘You never cease to amaze me...’ A voice sounded from the doorway, and I jumped.
‘Tom....what the....hell are you doing here?’ I asked in between taking shuddering gasps. His smile vanished. ‘Sorry..I knocked, and rang that doorbell of yours. Then I just pushed the door open. I didn’t think you’d mind.’ He explained. I smiled and told him that it was perfectly fine, then asked him to give me some privacy. ‘Not a chance. Now that i’ve finally seen you without a shirt, let alone...’ He trailed off while standing on his tiptoes to see over the edge of the shower recess, I covered myself. ‘Your luscious cock...Huh...Fuck you then. I’ll wait outside.’
He didn’t look happy as he wheeled about and closed the door behind him. I couldn’t help but feel bad. I decided to walk out naked, with no towel, dripping wet, and dry myself in front of him as a treat. I’d forgotten what it was like to have another man stare at me naked in the 3 years that I’d been single. It was, rather hard to readjust to. Since Tom and I had become closer and closer over the intervening months, seeing each other naked was bound to occur sooner or later. ‘Wasn’t it?’ I asked myself. I decided that it was to appease my own anxiety. ‘What did you say?’ Tom called through the heavy bathroom door. ‘Don’t worry!’ I yelled back. I turned off the shower and stepped out from the recess. I opened the door and walked out naked.
‘Oh...My...G-!’ Was all he could manage. He ogled my dripping wet, muscled body. In the past three years, I’d spent half my life at the local gym. I’d workout every morning, afternoon and evening for three hours each bit. The results definitely gave me more confidence. I smirked at Tom, who was still openmouthed. I yanked the towel toward me from the door, my biceps contracting in a slick motion. I was carefully watching Tom in my peripheral vision. ‘Nice.’ I commented, pointing at his crutch where a tent had just been erected. ‘Sorry..’ He said, snatching a book from my wall-length-and-height bookshelf to place over it. I reached out and batted it away. ‘What are you doing?’ He asked, confused. I couldn’t help but laugh. ‘I think it’s only fair if-’ I began. He laughed, but didn’t make any further moves. I was proud of him.
I finished drying myself off and walked back into the bathroom to retrieve my set outfit from the in-built closet behind the wall. I turned around and caught Tom ogling my butt from behind, trying to be subtle. I smiled, turned around and closed the door. ‘That’s okay I’ll wait out here!’ He called after the door clicked shut. I laughed and changed into my outfit. Dark wash denim jeans, Enormous black leather belt, Black leather shoes and my dark grey Peacoat that i’d gotten from New York about 6 years ago. It felt like there was something missing. ‘Tom what have you gotten me into here!?’ I called. ‘JUST WEAR IT!’ I reviewed my look in the mirror. The open peacoat -- I’d been given explicit instructions to NOT do up the buttons -- definitely gave the right impression, It showed off my body perfectly. I put on my watch. I slapped on some aftershave, fixed my hair and opened the bathroom door. I found Tom with his hands frozen in mid-air when I opened it. He’d obviously been finding a way to open the door from the outside. I dangled the card-key at him. ‘You need this.’ I teased.
‘I’ll set you up with one of your own soon enough, you need it.’ I said. He balked at me, mouth open for what I thought was the fifth time this morning. I’d lost count. ‘What, one that works with the front door only?’ He retorted, rolling his eyes. ‘Okay, you caught me.’ I said, chuckling. ‘Of course not, one that works with the whole place, but you only get it once I let you in.’ I said and he returned to the glum expression. ‘Outfit looks excellent? No?’ I asked. ‘Fab!’
I was getting a big head, so I beckoned him to accompany me to the kitchen. I knew he was walking behind me for a reason. I opened the fridge and handed him the milk. I retrieved the cereal and two bowls. ‘Unsolicited generosity? This early in the day?’ He asked. I rolled my eyes. ‘You better be joking’ I told him, waggling my finger. It took him about ten seconds to reply ‘Of course!’, which made me sure he wasn’t, just that he was appeasing me. ‘What time do you want to head down to the march?’ I asked, to break the awkward silence. “Whenever, the sooner, the better.’
Part III
We finished our cereal in silence, and I picked up my satchel bag and slung it over my shoulder. ‘I never thought of that, it makes everything all the better!’ Tom critiqued, waving his “Hotness-meter” over my torso. I slapped his hand away and grabbed the card key from my pocket, checked for my wallet in my bag and then gestured to the front door. Tom walked ahead of me. ‘HEY!’ He said, turning around. ‘What?’ I asked innocently. He’d obviously heard me when I’d said the cliché “Ladies first” under my breath. I groped his ass, and that seemed to settle him. He left and got into my car. I took ten more seconds to ask myself why I was doing this, then I walked out, swiped the card to lock up, and got in the car.
I found, what I thought, was THE best parking spot in all the city. I must have had a smug expression playing around my lips when Tom told me that it wasn’t that “epic”. I chuckled, then told him to look out of the windscreen, pointing at the sign not 100 metres away. “EqualLove Marriage Equality March here today! 8:30AM!” Tom, once again, had his mouth open. ‘Okay, scratch that last, you’re amazing, as usual.’ He admitted unwillingly. I smiled, then stepped out of the car and put money in the meter a few spots away. I walked back to the car and the crisp Melbourne weather blew my peacoat open. I didn’t mind, it stayed on. I’m not ashamed to say that I was glad both Women and Men passing by we’re overtly checking me out. I got back in the car and Tom ran his hands over my washboard abs. I slapped his hand away playfully. He scowled.
We spent the remaining twenty minutes listening to background music on my H/K car stereo. He was babbling, as usual, while playing with the EQ settings and volume knob. I suddenly cut him off and pointed to the clock in the dash. ‘Oh, 8:20, yeah, let’s go.’ He said, getting out. I locked up the car and followed him across to where the two unnecessarily feminine gay men, and the two lesbians were awaiting fellow marchers. Both gay men pretended to die when they saw me approaching with the wind-blown-open peacoat. I laughed quietly. Tom, didn’t like it. Instead of talking to them, he turned his attention to the lesbians and engaged them in some stimulating conversation. I rolled my eyes and started talking to the two men. Turns out that they were both very nice guys, once you got over the feminine factor. Usually, I couldn’t take any form of overt feminism in men of my chosen sexual orientation. It drove me mad, but it wasn’t so with these two. They told me that they’d been in a civil union for two and a half years, that they’d met as mutual friends 8 years previously and spent time as best friends, before they’d both gotten a wake-up-call while depressed about the fact that they we’re both alone, by a friend telling them that the perfect man was under their respective noses. I couldn’t help but draw comparisons to myself and Tom. They gestured to him then, and winked at me. They then left and started conversing with others who had shown up. I joined the lesbians.
It surprised me that Tom put his hand in my back pocket then, whispering at me to ‘go with it’ as an older, slutty looking gay man was eyeing him. He looked disappointed and turned his attention to another man, equally as slutty. ‘Match made in heaven!’ I chimed in a low voice and all four of us laughed. ‘Personally, I don’t get what it is with the feminine, slutty gay men’ Louise said to me, shaking her head. Her partner, Sam(antha) groped her boobs from behind and kissed her neck. ‘I know, right?’ She said, speaking to all of us. We agreed wholeheartedly. ‘They drive me mad.’ I said. Tom chuckled and gestured from me, to himself. ‘Oh, looks like we’re beginning.’ Louise announced, then they started to walk up the street. Tom and I joined the middle of the crowd of people. We were, once again, walking against the wind. My exposed body was drawing the attention of every gay man within a ten metre radius, Tom didn’t like it. He kept tut’ing and scoffing under his breath. When a rather attractive, non feminine guy walked up to me and asked me if i’d ever consider ‘going for a coffee sometime’ Tom began a stream of unintelligible words that sounded a lot like a long line of profanities.
I scowled in his general direction and accepted the man’s business card. He bounced off to his previous place and Tom continued with his expertise in swearing. I was still too nervous to do anything like Tom was now, walking down the main street of the city, everybody in the huge crowd started shouting “EqualLove!” over and over and over again, waving their banners and wolf-whistling. Passersby exiting and entering each department store and miscellaneous shop cheered and clapped for us. I was standing on the edge of a mental precipice, nearly ready to express my happiness that was coursing through my body. I finally raised my arms, stepped off the edge, looked to the sky and couldn’t help but think I could feel the oncoming change in my country, my home.
Tom looked at me, smiling. As did every other gay man around me once again, abusing the chance to ogle my arms, pectorals and abs with impunity. I lowered my arms and kept marching with Tom, still against the wind. We soon reached the end of the street and turned left. Finally, the weather was behind me and the coat settled over my body again. Tom slapped my ass and danced out of the way when I raised my arm to, unawares to him, grope him in return. Tom started to walk in front of me. I used that time to check him out and do some deep thinking about what those two gay men -- Matt and Michael -- had told me about my perfect man.
Before I knew it, we were on the home stretch. Walking back toward our starting point. Sam and Louise joined me then, and so did Matt and Michael not long after that. I pulled Tom back into our group and we decided to go hang out someplace after the march. We stopped at the starting point and, acting on a whim, I turned to Tom and he turned to me. I pulled him in slowly and I kissed him passionately. I began the kiss, and I had to end it. I pushed him away gently, but easily. ‘Really? Are you sure?’ He asked, eyebrows so high they were in danger of vanishing below his fringe. ‘I have never been more sure about anything ever before in my life.’ I said. Tom exhaled and basically jumped into my arms. Matt and Michael whooped and ooh’ed. Louise and Sam slapped me high-fives. I stared into Tom’s bright, happy eyes and kissed him one last time before realising that it had been almost 12 years since i’d seen that look in his eyes.
Part IV
Tom, Matt, Michael, Louise, Sam and Myself left the group shortly afterward and walked in formation up to this funky little electro-bar three blocks away. Tom and I, with hands in each other’s back pockets. The bar, as usual was blasting electro-house on it’s huge speakers, which made the experience more enjoyable. Three vodka shots later each, and all of us were flirting ineptly. Tom, unaware that it was me he was talking to, introduced himself and offered his business card. Matt and Michael were flirting with Louise and Sam and they were doing their best to not recoil. Three more and we were slutting up to one another on the dance-floor. Louise and Sam were no longer recoiling from Matt and Michael, instead, they were making out with them. Tom and I, still had our heads. We were on the floor also but we weren’t dancing, my coat was long gone, in my satchel bag. My shirtless form had attracted a total of eleven gay men, not counting the ones at the march. Each of those times, I’d gently rebuffed them and told them I had a boyfriend. ‘Boyfriend’ was a word that still made me shudder internally. I’d settled into my single-man routine well-and-truly about 2 years previously. Tom, was buoyant.
‘I’m so happy.’ Was all he could keep saying. He sounded like a broken record, but I didn’t mind. I’d kissed him more times tonight, than I’d kissed my last boyfriend in our entire relationship. And it lasted for eight years. That bothered me. I didn’t make Tom wise to that fact, he would’ve undoubtedly deflated, and I was happy to leave him happy. I was happy, so it was a moot point. I told Matt, Michael, Louise and Sam, that Tom and I were leaving. ‘Noooooo!’ Sam whined. Michael and Matt simultaneously put their hands on their hips, dropped one side and tilted their heads. They fell over. I laughed. I wrote down all their numbers, and gave them all mine. They asked for Tom’s. ‘Tom will be, reachable from my place of residence for the foreseeable future. It’s no problem.’ I said, winking. They beamed. I waved, and walked with Tom in the sobering breeze, still shirtless, ten blocks to my car.
‘Okay, you win this one babe’ I said when we were about half way there. He let out a bark of surprised laughter ‘What?’ I giggled also, at his shocked expression. ‘You were right, the parking spot wasn’t all that epic after all’ I explained, grinning momentarily at my brazen use of his trademark word. ‘Gimme ten!’ He demanded. I opened my wallet. He scowled and batted it away gently. ‘What then?’ I asked and he stepped forward.
‘Oh, right’ I said, comprehension dawning on my face. ‘One-Two-Three’ I began, each word punctuated with a kiss in between. ‘Nine-Ten!’ I finished, exultant. He beamed.
‘Perfect’. I couldn’t have put it better myself. We reached the car then, in record time. Ten years of sexual tension between us was now bubbling to the surface and we were now all to anxious to get back to my house.
We drove in haste down the main streets and looped around to access the suburban overpass. I lived approximately five minutes from the CBD, walking. Driving, it strangely took 5 times the time. We pulled up in my garage, something Tom had never seen before, or never guessed that the wall opened into it. We exited the car, leaving our things in the trunk and we entered the house. We barely made it over the threshold, and Tom already had his shirt off. ‘Wow,’ I thought ‘he’d definitely been working out like I had.’ I pulled him into my arms, our naked torso’s grinding against each of us respectively, drove us both wild. I unbuckled my belt as we made it closer to my bedroom, and had my jeans and shoes off before we opened the door to it. Tom was already naked, had I missed that part? I stripped off the remaining articles of clothing and pushed him down on the bed. I straddled and started to kiss him again. He was returning the favour with a little too much enthusiasm, but it worked and I enjoyed it. I broke the kiss and moved my lips down his body, starting with his biceps, pectorals, then the abs. I then kissed down his arms and nuzzled into the crook of his arm. ‘Uh’ was all he could manage. I then focused on his balls, stimulating each of them until he called out in ecstasy. I raised my head, grinned, then licked his rock-hard shaft from hilt-to-tip in one swift motion. ‘Please..’ He begged, and I obliged. I slid my eager mouth over his penis and began to suck him. I was momentarily struck by the startling realisation that I had wanted this for too long. I continued using my tongue to maneuver the head and then, feeling suddenly courageous, I began to take it all in.
I closed my eyes, his seizing and shuddering body was turning me on something remote from reality. I hummed into the hilt when I reached it which made him literally shout. I continued one long hum and then his hand clamped down on my shoulder. I knew he was ready. I moved back up to half way and continued to suck, hard. He moaned and ‘Uhh’d’ a few more times before his shaft began to throb. I swallowed every drop of his luscious man-cream that spurted out in his explosive orgasm, nothing went to waste. I kept him inside my mouth until he pulled out and pushed me down on the bed to start returning the favour. He kissed me then, pulling away he licked his lips and winked. That was hot.
He focused on the underside of my pectorals, my armpits, biceps, abs, then finally, my cock. It was basically screaming at him to suck it, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, which he licked up promptly. He sucked me off in a masterful fashion for nearly twenty minutes. I wanted him to enjoy himself, finally being able to suck me after ten years. I held back until he playfully employed teeth at the ever-sensitive tip to stimulate me. It worked. I shouted out. He sucked harder, licking the head, which had me convulsing like crazy. I shouted out once more before I shot my extensive load into his mouth. He groaned, savoured it, then took his mouth off. I wondered what he was doing before he moved so his face hovered over mine and he gulped it down. His lips were coated in cum. I pulled him down, and kissed them. We sucked on each other’s tongues for a bit, both still rock-hard. Before he whispered that he wanted me inside him.
I simply nodded, still too breathless for coherent speech, and he inserted me into him while still straddled over my body. I enjoyed the feeling of his beautifully tight ass surrounding my penis, almost as much as the look on his face that got more and more beatific with each thrust I gave. He continued sitting on me, thrusting slowly for about thirty minutes, then, he came again. I used my fingers and licked it up. He pulled off and laid down next to me, holding his own penis vertical. I returned to his physically amazing horizontal form and mounted myself on him. The feeling of his great cock penetrating my ass was excruciatingly amazing. I now loved him all the more, and I wanted to express this as best was possible. I kept his penis inside me, knowing the stars around my eyes meant he’d found my prostate. I kissed him passionately and rubbed my hands over his body. He shuddered and moaned. I jumped on his cock for over an hour, going very slowly, enjoying how he shouted every few minutes and whispered that he loved me in a hoarse voice. ‘I love you’ I said, and I took all of him inside me, finally. That was just too much, I came with so much force that it rocked my body. It landed on his pecs, neck and lips.
He used his fingers to lick up most of it, but left what was on his neck and lips for my benefit. I bent down and licked his neck clean. I then kissed him. ‘Yes’. I said, inhaling deeply. I unmounted him and we continued to make out for a time after that. We slowly kissed less and less as we caught our breath and the horniness faded from our systems.
‘I love you.’ I said, with as much passion as I could in my voice. ‘I love you more.’ He said, weakly. I kissed him one final time before we settled into each other and fell asleep on the bed. He was my nonpareil lover, and I loved him more than anything. “Equal Love” I thought, smiled, then closed my lids.
(Yes, four parts because I'm so sorry!)
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