A Year of Love

By SCass3254

Published on Dec 11, 2002

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A Year of love

scass3254@aol.com

Tom Chandler looked at the Venetian chandelier as the prisms of glass sent shower of light into the room. The orchestra played what Tom called quiet music. Somehow he felt alone and lonely in this crowded space as his wife glided by smoothly on the arm of the tennis pro that Tom suspected she was having an affair with. He moved around the crowded room listening to the idle chatter; mostly gossip he assumed as what else did these people have to talk about. He suspected that they were as bored as he was. The room was resplendent with its plush velvet drapes, beautiful floral arrangements; highly polished parquet floors and expensive furnishings.

He wondered what this party was for? Since whales were out of fashion, was it to save some poor unfortunate Indians in the mountains of the Andes that his wife now championed? He smiled and looked at the paintings on the wall and stared at the portrait of his wife's great grandfather, John Henry the patriarch of the family. John Henry made his fortune in slave trading and was responsible for all of this grandeur and the life style that Tom had now grown accustomed to and resented for somehow it had taken away his manhood. A waiter came by and Tom took a glass of champagne from the silver tray and sipped it. Too much liquor had already dulled his senses as he wondered how he could extricate himself from his own party without anybody missing the host.

His wife bristled at his ennui or indifference in her best high school French. This indifference was becoming more apparent with each passing day, but then again she was caught up in her life of women's luncheons, charities and a torrid love affair. Their life together was one of convenience, a facade but they both played their parts well. Not that he minded. Somehow he had become accustomed to this lifestyle and enjoyed what her money bought. He loved the fast cars, the racing stable and the whirlwind European trips so he put up with her, her boring friends and family knowing that he hadn't practiced law since their marriage twenty-five years ago.

Tom Chandler was now fifty-three and with his bronze tan and strong features was a handsome man. His hair was now graying at the temples. With slate gray eyes, an air of mystery surrounded him. He was tall and over the years had added weight which was cleverly concealed by expert tailoring. He knew he was drinking too much but then again liquor, dulled the entrapped feelings that he felt.

"Penny for your thoughts?" A voice behind him said and Tom turned to face a stranger that he had not seen before. "You look as lost here as I do. Don't you hate these parties with all these stuffy people who pretend to like you and kiss the air and are all full of shit?"

Howard Asher was handsome. Not in the model sense but he wore his age well. He had this infectious smile that radiated warmth that showed his dimples and a mouthful of perfect teeth. He appeared to be about forty-eight with fine features. His soft blue eyes sparkled and he behaved like the man who might have had as many drinks as Tom.

"Not having a good time?" Tom asked. "The host won't be happy to hear that. He wants all his guests to be as happy as he is." Tom was intrigued by this outspoken man who looked as bored as he was.

"I'm sure that he is as boring as the rest of this crowd. Probably some lecherous old man who has his way with the help while the wife diddles with the man she has danced with all evening. All you have to do is look around you and you know that he is probably an old fart who belongs to that self-righteous country club where all they talk about is the South and its past glories and drink mint juleps."

Tom tried to keep his annoyance in check. People had probably said that about him but never put so eloquently. "If you hate being here, why stay? I would think that if one was as bored as you claim, I would haul my ass out of here and be in bed and hopefully not with the host's wife."

Howard laughed and Tom looked at his trim, muscular body.

"I would leave but my ride is still dancing with some pompous judge who regales her with the most awful stories and she'is a lady who laughs at his insipid humor.

"That would be Ambrose." Tom eyes twinkled and he broke out laughing. "Somehow women find him charming now that he's inherited twenty million dollars."

"It would take more then that for me to find him amusing and interesting."

"There you are?" Helen Roper said breathlessly. "I see that you finally met your host. Tom, as always, another wonderful party."

"Glad that you could make it." He kissed her on both cheeks.

"You've met Howard?"

"I certainly have. We've been making idle chatter about the guests."

"Watch him. He has a sharp tongue and I'm sure that his mouth has already gotten him in trouble."

"Not yet."

She kissed Howard on the cheek. "Be a good boy. I live here and don't want my reputation besmirched so button the lip while I say goodbye to a few people and then we'll be off."

"I promise" Howard said. "Am I forgiven?

"For what? For speaking your mind and telling the truth. "I appreciate honesty. I find it refreshing and not the full of shit that you hear around here. What brings you to this part of the world?"

He shook Tom's hand. It was masculine and strong and he held it. " As I was saying, the host is one terrific guy with a wonderful sense of himself and throws the grandest parties."

Tom roared with laughter, something he hadn't done in a while. "You're as full of shit as the rest of us but you won't admit it. Educated to where you think of yourself as superior but poor enough to resent those that have it. Can be a dangerous combination and if you lived here a century ago, you would have gotten yourself killed in a duel by some gentleman who took umbrage at your scholarly ways and sharp tongue. If you're with Helen, then you teach at the college."

"You're not a gypsy fortune teller, are you? You've just described my whole life. I'm impressed. Yes, I'm teaching at the college for a year as a guest lecturer. It seems that they are trying to make Chilton, a world class school and hiring people whom they think will get them there."

"Are you one of those world class scholars or are your credentials as full of shit as the man?"

"Touche I deserved that."

"Yes you did. Would you have lunch with me?"

Howard looked at the man that he had just insulted him. He was handsome man with the devil in his dark eyes. There was a mystery about him that Howard wanted to know more about. Behind those large luminous eyes were intrigue, humor, sarcasm and yearning. "Are you sure you want to have lunch with me? As Helen said, I do have a big mouth and a muzzle won't help."

"I've been known to cut a few with my sharp tongue. I'm sure that I can hold my own with you if you accept. We can go to the club. Yes, it caters to all the people you don't like but it does have the best food in town."

"I'd love to go."

"What about tomorrow if you're free?"

"I'm free."

"Say one PM then. I can pick you up. Where are you staying?"

"I have a small house in town." He gave Tom the address.

"Then one it is."

"You, intrigue me," Howard said.

"Intrigue. Now that sounds mysterious. I've never heard that said about me."

"You do. I have this feeling that beneath this facade that you present to the world." He hesitated and Tom watched his full lips and unlined face. There was mischief in his eyes. "I want to know all about you." His eyes bore into Tom and Tom through his liquor haze finally got the message. Howard Asher was coming on to him.

He smiled meekly. "You might not like what you find out and then you'll be disappointed and that will be the start and end of a beautiful friendship."

Howard put his hand on Tom's shoulder. He squeezed it.

"Let me be the judge of that. Here comes my chariot and now when the party is finally livening up, I have to leave. It's been a pleasure Tom Chandler."

Tom looked at Howard.

"The pleasure has been all mine even though you might find out I'm as boring and not up to your intellectual standards."

Howard whispered in Tom's ear and smelled Howard's masculine cologne.

"I'll let you know after our lunch."

That night Tom sat in an old wing chair facing the window looking at the mountains beyond. A breeze stirred the poplars that lined the countryside and he thought of what Howard had whispered in his ear.

"I think under that facade is one hot man waiting to be released."

Was he that obvious? Tom had tried to conceal his gayness and the only times that he played around was when he went out of town. Tom was many things but not a fool. He was as gay as many of the men in this room but he liked being rich and would do nothing to jeopardize his position in life. So he found young hustlers for one night stands. The anonymity displeased him but it served its purpose. Now this Howard Asher comes barging into his life and somehow Tom knew that he was threading in dangerous waters but the thrill of the adventure and how it would turn out intrigued him. Soon he would find out.

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"You know I could learn to like these mint juleps," Howard said after his second one. They have given me a new outlook on life and this lifestyle is not so bad after all. That's some car that you drive. I think that I could learn to like it."

"Are you being facetious? And is that another one of your sarcasms?"

"No, just being honest." He shrugged. He was wearing a pale blue cashmere sweater that made his eyes luminous. "You're a strange man Tom."

Tom smiled and had enjoyed his lunch with Howard. He was bright and funny.

"You know me all of one day and you think that I'm strange. I'm a lot of things but strange isn't one that fits into my persona."

"That's because you have kept it and your emotions in check. Why are you here? Why did you ask me to come to lunch?" They were sitting on the terrace overlooking the mountains with flowers in bloom and terraced greens. He looked at Tom who bit his bottom lip.

"Interesting question and one that I wrestled with last night. Why did I come? I suspect to find out if you were hitting on me and why. I also examined my own motives and I must say," he rubbed the bridge of his aquiline nose. "That I find myself attracted to you like no man that I have ever felt emotionally about. Am I that obvious?"

"Not at all. In fact I was hoping that we would be having this conversation and not the usual byplay. Truth is that I want to get you into the sack since the second that I laid eyes upon you. Am I being too bold?"

"Let's say that you just took my breath away. My usual modus operandi is to pick up hustlers for a quickie."

"Then I apologize since I'm not your type."

"Who said that? I find you extremely attractive and am drawn to you aside from your intellectual snobbery. I want to know all about you. Is my position clear?"

"Very. What do you say we go to my house and get to know each other better."

"I'd like that."

They drove to Howard's small home on the campus and went into a tastefully appointed house. Howard closed the door and pulled Tom toward him and into his arms. He held him tightly and smelled the freshness of his hair and the scent of his cologne. He kissed him hotly on the lips and felt Tom's lips part and Howard's tongue was inside of his mouth tasting mint and crab cakes. They kissed with a hunger, both anxious to know the other as their hands tore at each other's clothes until they were both in their shorts. The bulge in Tom's pants showed a wet spot where he was leaking pre cum and Howard put his hand on the hard meat that was straining to burst through Tom's shorts. It looked massive and Howard wanted to taste the cream that would pop like champagne from a bottle. He took him by the hand and led him into a large bedroom with a fireplace. The room was feminine with a canopied bed and chintz armchairs. He led Tom to the bed and sat him down and took off his shoes, socks and then slowly took off his briefs to expose a large, thick throbbing cock. Clear liquid dripped from the swollen plum colored head and with his finger, Tom gently took the precum into his finger and into his mouth. It was sweet tasting and he wanted to devour this meat into his mouth.

Tom was anxious, yet driven by lust as Howard was beside him holding him closely. They kissed now not with an urgency but as two men who were about to discover each other. Howard's hands roamed Tom's fleshy chest as he kissed his lips. His tongue glided lightly across Tom's mouth with softness. Tom's mouth parted and Howard's tongue carefully entered his juicy parted lips. There was sensuality to his kisses as he tongue slid into Tom's mouth and their tongues touched. A slight gasp emanated from Tom as they kissed, their bodies clinging together. Howard's hands were strong as he caressed Tom's nipples; playing with them and feeling them grow as he touched one and then the other. His thumb and forefinger gently massaged the large nipple and felt Tom move as he began to writhe as his nipples were played with. Howard's mouth quickly suckled the awaiting mounds and his tongue licked at the aureole making circles until his tongue took the nipple into his mouth. Howard began to suck on one nipple as his fingers played with the other one. Tom cried out as his nipple began to harden and Howard moved down his body kissing the smooth flesh that smelled of soap. His face nestled in the soft hairs of Tom's pubic hairs as he moved down and saw the beautiful piece of meat that awaited him. It was large and thick with a vein that ran the length of it. Howard's had cupped Tom's balls with his hand and put his tongue on the head of his cock. He flicked at it like a snake searching the night air, his tongue wet on the velvet head as it moved around it until it was slick with saliva.

Tom caressed Howard's hair softly and called out Howard's name as Howard's mouth encircled Tom's cock and began to suck. He did it with slowness as he moved from the head to the bottom of the shaft taking Tom's organ into his mouth. Tom began to sweat as Howard moved a little quicker concentrating on the head as he licked the pre cum that had formed a pearl at the slit of his cock. He felt Tom shivered with excitement as Howard made love to his organ. There was enjoyment and love as he caressed and fondled Tom's organ. He lifted Tom's legs and his tongue licked at his balls until they were slick with his saliva. Tom's moaning only spurred Howard's excitement and his tongue snaked its way to the perineum. Tom jerked as Howard's mouth and tongue make contact and he lifted off the bed as Howard sucked gently and licked like a cat at a milk bowl. Howard could see the crevice of Tom's ass and he smelled the muskiness of his manhood. With his legs in the air, Howard pulled Tom toward him and licked at his rosebud. It tasted sweet and he wanted his head inside of Tom, wanted him to know what it was like as he licked and sucked away.

"Oh my God, don't stop," Tom cried out as his ass was being eaten. Saliva ran down Howard's mouth as he savored the sweetness of Tom's ass. He wet his finger and gently inserted it into Tom's ass and when he offered no resistance, applied pressure until he felt it slide inside of Tom. Howard once again began to suck Tom's cock as he moved his finger inside of Tom's ass. His other hand squeezed Tom's round buns gently. Covered in sweat, Tom danced on Howard's finger as it moved quicker and quicker inside of him.

"Please fuck me," he cried out. I want to feel your prick inside of me. I want to know the joy of being loved by a man. I want to know your love Howard."

Howard was crazy with lust and knew that he wanted to take this man that he wanted from the moment that he saw him. He fondled his buns and kissed each one. He reached for lubricant from a night table and condom and quickly put the rubber on and greased it. He put KY into Tom's ass and then kissed him on the lips.

"Are you sure?" Have you been fucked before?"

Tom shook his head. "I want you inside of me. Make love to me."

Howard sucked Tom's cock and lifted his legs and rested his cock on Tom's ass. Tom's legs rested on Howard's shoulders as his dick pressed against his hole. Tom's eyes were closed and perspiration lined his upper lip as Howard's dick pressed harder against his asshole and the head slid in. Tom groaned and Howard didn't move letting Tom let the spasm of pain pass. Slowly, he moved inside of Tom as he inched his way into him. The warmth and wetness of his tight ass was wonderful.

"Are you all right?" Howard asked with concern.

"Don't stop. I want you fully inside of me."

Howard moved a little quicker and watched as Tom's eyes opened and he moved to Howard's rhythm.

"Oh, oh, it feels wonderful."

Howard was fully inside of Tom and gripped his fleshy hips and began to move faster and felt Tom throw his hips and ass into Howard to take his thrusts. Howard was alive inside Tom and knew this is where he belonged.

Tom began to stroke his dick as Howard fucked him and Howard knew that the pressure of his cock sliding against Tom's sphincter was going to make them both cum.

"Oh, Howard," I'm going to cum Tom shouted out as he gripped his swollen shaft as Howard pumped away. "Oh, sweet mother," Tom cried out and unleashed a load that hit Howard on the chest. Howard moved quicker inside of Tom and felt himself ready to cum and cried out as he came inside of Tom. They didn't move and Howard slowly pulled out of Tom and with his fingers smeared Tom's cream over his chest then licked his fingers. He kissed Tom on the lips and led him into the shower. The washed each other and kissed under the warm water and they both knew that this would be a year of love.

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