Someone to Watch over Me, Chapter 4
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Someone to Watch over Me, Chapter 4
Paul came "home" around 10:00 wearing a smile and bearing a carryout container.
"Dessert as promised, come and get it!" he called from the kitchen.
Doug entered the room wearing nothing BUT a smile, his erection leading the way.
"I can see what I want for dessert; what's in the package you're carrying?"
"Tiramisu! The chef gave me a couple of pieces because he won't hold it over. He prides himself on not serving anything that's not made the same day, which is one of the reasons the owner hired him."
"Can we eat it later?" Doug asked. "I'd rather have you first."
"We certainly can!" Paul agreed as he put the container in the fridge.
"It'll still be fine tomorrow.
How do you want your dessert – on the table, in the shower, in bed?"
"YES!" Doug teased. "And anywhere else you can think of."
"Down boy!" Paul teased back. "You may have competition for my affection. Some guy left this card with a heart drawn on it along with an especially large tip. It just said `Thanks" inside, but it looks like a love note to me. I wonder who could have done that."
"Probably it's some older guy who wants to be your sugar daddy."
"Do you think he wants more than sugar?"
"Yeah, a lot more; he's developing major feelings for you – the kind he didn't even know were possible."
"I share his emotions, but tell him we probably shouldn't rush it."
"Why?"
"Because I'm afraid to get attached in case he changes his mind. That would hurt too much."
"I'm aware of that. I promise I won't hurt you."
"You just slipped out of the third-person."
"I know. I have to tell it straight, if you'll pardon the pun. I don't understand how I could get so close to you in so little time, but I know what I feel and it's not going to change. Please tell me you'll give me a chance."
"I will, but neither of us knows what the future holds. Lots of things could alter how we think we feel."
"Look," Doug laughed. "All of this serious talk certainly had a way of deflating my `ego'."
"Even deflated, it's an impressive `ego' and I'm sure I can pump it back up with a bit of blowing," Paul snickered as he got on his knees to prove that he could.
Doug had to stop Paul before he reached the point of no return. They went into the bedroom where Doug helped Paul undress and then led him to the shower.
Fooling around under the cascading water moved them so close to the edge that it was nearly too late to stop. Both squeezed their dicks hard in order to hold back.
They headed for the bed as soon as they'd dried each other off. Doug pulled Paul on top of him. He adjusted their cocks so that they lay side by side. Then he cupped Paul's firm butt cheeks and began to rub Paul's body over his. Paul used his toes to help their movements. Once the rhythm got going in earnest, they sounded like animals in rut.
Paul stuck his tongue deeply into Doug's mouth. Doug sucked on the intruder as if he were giving head. The sensuousness of his action drove them toward the edge once again. This time they didn't hold back. Paul began to shake. Doug kneaded Paul's ass with his fingers edging ever closer to his rosebud. All at once Paul exploded between them. His cries of ecstasy had their effect on Doug who began shooting his load before Paul had finished.
Doug grabbed a hand towel, which he'd placed on the bed for this purpose, and mopped up most of their jizm. He was amazed at the quantity.
He turned off the light and cuddled Paul to his chest. Sated from their love-making, neither of them thought about the dessert in the fridge.
Saturday passed much like the one the week before. The guys spent several hours working on the computers beside each other in the den. They didn't engage in any hot love making or even fooling around. Yet they both felt comfortable and content just being together.
Paul hoped that Doug would talk again about having him move in and that he hadn't changed his mind. Doug hoped that Paul would bring up the subject because he was afraid he'd look like he was obsessing if he kept mentioning it. He didn't want to push too hard. Finally, as Paul was getting dressed for work, Doug couldn't hold back any longer.
"I've got something else in mind to convince you to try out living with me. You can have your own room. I'll give you the other bedroom that has an attached bathroom. That way you'll have a space to call your own and won't have to sleep with me all the time."
"That's sounds like an idea, but is it because you'd rather not have me in your bed."
"No, no; it has nothing to do with that. I want you to know that I'm making this offer with no strings attached, no expectations of sexual favors. I kidded last night about being a sugar daddy, but I didn't mean it in the way it's usually taken. I'd love to have you share my bed every night, forever! I just don't want you to feel that you're being exploited."
"Okay, I'll move in. But I should probably wait until after the Christmas holidays. It might be awkward to explain me to your family."
"I have a better idea. Move in before Thanksgiving and come home with me to meet my family – well most of them. Here's the rundown. My brother Dakota's a couple of years younger. His wife is Tara and they have two kids, Jayden and Katelyn. He's a respected physician who specialized in head injuries.
Our little sister Ashley's two years younger than Dakota and she's not married. She's working her way up the corporate ladder in advertising. She's pretty cool, but she'll probably start drooling when she sees you!"
"Sorry, I'm spoken for!" Paul joked. "Dakota's only 26 and he's already a doctor with a family?"
"Yeah, he's super smart. He finished college in three years and was on the fast track through med school and residency. Somehow he found the time to get married and get laid at least twice in there. He's so fast at everything else; he's probably a minute-man in bed too." Doug laughed.
"To top it off, he looks like he's about 20.
Mom's great too! Her name is Guinevere, but she goes by Gwen'. My grandmother had a thing for King Arthur's court, I think. Anyway, she never acted like a queen and always put us kids first. She made sure that the divorce didn't mess us up. Dad's a good guy too, but you won't meet him till Christmas, most likely. His name is Thomas, by the way. But he'll want you to call him Tom'.
My stepfather, Jeremy, is okay I guess, but I get weird vibes from him sometimes. I don't entirely trust him. Fortunately, we kids were all of age before they got married. I don't think I'd have made it under the same roof.
I know they'll all love YOU. Like I said, my brother and sister are super, but Mom's still the coolest. I'll bet she'll arrange for us to sleep together in my old room. The bed isn't as big as mine is here, but I'm sure we could squeeze in tight just to please her."
"Will she assume that we're boyfriends?"
"I hope so. Maybe we will be by then."
When Paul came home after his shift on Saturday night, he looked beat. Doug was concerned that he might be coming down with something, but Paul insisted that it was only fatigue from a busy evening.
They sat at the kitchen table to eat the tiramisu from the night before while Paul counted his tip money.
"I've been doing really well. I think being with you brings me luck. Or, maybe it's that I look happy all the time since knowing you."
"Come, my favorite server. Let's take a shower and go to bed. I'm really tired too. I hope you're content with only cuddling tonight. I'll make it up to you another time."
"Thanks," Paul sighed. "Much as I love sex with you, I could really use the sleep."
In the morning, Paul said that he'd wear the less casual clothes he had brought and go to church if Doug thought they were appropriate.
"I don't have a lot. This is an extra pair of black slacks and white shirt I use for my job, but these have been washed and don't smell like garlic and olive oil. I have this tie if you think it's okay."
"You'll look fine. Guys come in everything from full suits to jeans and T's. With you by my side, I'll be the envy of every gay guy in the place!"
"Are there a lot?"
"I know of two male couples and three female couples as well as several other guys who set off my gaydar. Those are the ones I'll have to keep an eye on. I'll bet they'll be hitting on you in some subtle or maybe not so subtle way."
"Will people think we're a couple if we worship together on Sunday morning?" Paul asked, changing the subject slightly. "Back in my grandmother's day she said when a boy and girl came to morning worship together it was considered like the next thing to being engaged."
"I'm not sure if that's how it works in the 21st century between gay men, but it wouldn't bother me if they drew that conclusion."
Paul could tell that there were several single gay men attending the service. He wasn't quite sure why he knew they were gay, but he just did. There wasn't any one thing he could put his finger on that made him feel that way. Perhaps it was something in their movements or in how long they made eye-contact with him. Or maybe it was a combination of several things.
The sermon wasn't one of those Hell-fire and brimstone types that Paul had grown up with, and for that he was thankful. He had heard plenty of hateful comments made about gays and other people who didn't interpret the scriptures in the same way his parents' church did. He'd always felt guilty, hiding his true nature. Now he was beginning to understand that his sense of guilt didn't come from God, but had been foisted on him by people who saw themselves as God's self-proclaimed defenders – keepers of the "true" faith.
In the hospitality time that followed the service, Paul was greeted by several people who helped him feel welcome. Among them, Reverend Matthew Stone made it a point to introduce himself.
"It's good to meet you," he said shaking Paul's hand. "Are you new to town?"
"Not exactly, I'm a student at the university. I'm afraid that my church attendance has been spotty at best since I started college. I'll probably be back here though because I really appreciated your sermon and I think the choir is outstanding too."
"Thank you for the compliments young man. I'll pass on your remarks to our choir director. By the way, do you sing? Dr. Chapman is always looking for more male voices."
"I sang tenor in my high school choir, but I think baritone is a more comfortable range for me now. I might consider doing it if I can get Doug to come with me."
Doug took Paul to brunch rather than cooking that Sunday. Both felt drowsy when they returned to Doug's house, so they decided that a nap was in order. They stripped to their underwear and snuggled in Doug's big bed. It didn't take them long to fall asleep.
Paul awoke about 45 minutes later feeling really great. Sleep had refreshed him, and Doug was stimulating his nipples.
"Oh that's so good!" he moaned. "Please don't stop."
Paul started to play with Doug in return, but was told to lie back and enjoy it. Doug wanted Paul to know the thrill of having his body worshipped. It was awesome!
Doug didn't ask for anything in return, but Paul took him to Nirvana after he'd rested about 15 minutes. Doug didn't resist!
"Baby, let's move you in as soon as we can. How about starting tonight?"
"I have to review again for a quiz tomorrow and I have a major exam on Wednesday. I'll bring enough things on Wednesday night so that I can stay until the weekend. You might want to give it a trial run before I move in completely. Nathan, the RA, said I can hold off giving notice until December because there are several guys who want to move into a single. We'll have more time to make sure we're compatible."
Paul's hesitation came in part because he feared that Doug would be embarrassed if anyone ever found out about his short stint at selling his body. But most of all, he feared that Doug might tire of him as quickly as he'd become attached. Paul was certain that he could forsake all others and live with Doug forever, but after having lost his family, he was skeptical of almost everyone else.
When Paul at last moved a few things in, he brought several changes of clothes including a couple of new dressy outfits to wear to church. His tips had been good enough to allow him to splurge a bit. Besides, there was a sale at Penney's that kept the cost within his budget. He started dinner preparations from the things that he'd found in the refrigerator. He hoped that he wasn't out of line for doing so.
Doug was delighted to come home to the aroma of dinner cooking. His reaction to Paul's efforts left no doubt that he appreciated it. He opened a bottle of wine and poured a glass for both of them.
They ate leisurely enough and there was still time to make it to choir rehearsal at 7:00. Doug said that he wasn't solo material, but could read the bass or baritone line well enough to sing in the choir as long as he sat near someone who was a strong singer. Paul promised to sit with him if at all possible.
Doug and Paul were introduced to a number of new people as they participated in rehearsal that evening. The music that they were working on for the following couple of Sundays was all four-part harmony so the guys sang bass. Their part wasn't so low that it made them uncomfortable with the range.
Tory Chapman was very pleased to have his choir enlarged by the addition of two males and encouraged them to continue. Paul's sense of pitch and his ability to sight-read were both excellent. Doug was pretty good too and honestly felt himself improving as the evening wore on.
After the choir had next Sunday's anthem pretty well polished, they did a quick sight-reading through the music they'd be doing for Christmas.
Their big performance would be a on the Sunday a week before the actual holiday so that members were free to travel to visit family on the weekend nearest Christmas.
It was after 9:00 by the time Doug and Paul returned home. Paul had had his major test that morning and hadn't stopped all day. He was exhausted, but knew that he could coast a little for the rest of the week.
Doug was sensitive to Paul's need for rest and suggested that they turn in early.
"I can tell that you're beat and I have an early appointment tomorrow. Let's cuddle like a couple of old married guys."
"That suits me. I know I'll sleep well with you next to me – at least I will as soon as I convince myself not to lick your body all over!"
"That's off limits for old married guys," Doug chuckled. "We can save it for the weekend."
On Friday, Paul packed a few more of his personal items into the trunk of his car. He was beginning to have more clothes at Doug's place than he did in his dorm room. When, and if, the time came to move in totally, it wouldn't take more than a small carload to finish.
When his shift at the restaurant ended that evening, Paul began to unload his car. Doug quickly put on sweatpants and shoes to help him. They hung the clothes in the closet in Paul's room, but Paul didn't sleep there. Doug invited him to his shower and things progressed from there.
They ended up making love before going to sleep. Paul asked Doug to take him and Doug obliged. He was gentle, knowing that Paul wasn't all that experienced despite his short-lived part-time profession. Paul encouraged him to use a condom even though both had always been careful. There was no sense in taking chances. After a few months they'd get tested and if the results were negative, they could do as they pleased, but not just yet.
Most of the leaves had fallen and there was a nip in the air as Paul and Doug went to the LGBT Halloween party at the university. It was primarily for students, but they were encouraged to bring a guest. This was the first date that put them out in the public as a gay couple. Paul was walking on air knowing he was the envy of many guys at the party. The best thing was that Doug had eyes for no one but him.
When they got home, Doug let Paul know that he wanted to be the receiver. He wasn't exactly subtle about it when he lay on his back with his knees drawn up to his chest, exposing his cute butt completely.
Paul grinned at the pleasant sight. He immediately dived in to suck on Doug's balls and tease his perineum. Then he loosened Doug up with lubed fingers until Doug was begging to get laid. Paul rolled on a condom and lubed it well before attempting to enter.
Doug had bottomed before, but not often. He'd never had anything this big in his chute and winced as Paul pushed through his muscle ring. Paul stopped until Doug's body adjusted to his steely tool. After Doug got used to the feeling, he encouraged Paul to increase his speed and the length of his stokes. Before long, Doug was moaning like a bitch in heat.
When both had achieved awesome climaxes, they took a quick shower and fell into bed exhausted. Sleep soon overtook them.
Author's notes: Thank to all who emailed since last posting: Tim K, John K, Bill K, Rutabaga, Paul F, Walt S, Bill T, Trish R, Tony C, Laurie R, Ott H, Tony W, Mark H, Jim W, Jim C, RC, Anonymous in Tenn, Mike P, Gregg D, Roland M, Paul F, Tom A, Danny A, Paul R, Jay J, Alistair, and Oz.
Did you see that a pastor of a mega-church came out recently? The link is:
http://www.aolnews.com/nation/article/torn-by-bullying-suicides-mega-church-pastor-jim-swilley-says-hes-gay/19717048?icid=maing%7Cmain5%7C1%7Clink5%7C25519&a_dgi=aolshare_email
Also, a guy named Joel Burns made an important statement at a city council meeting in Texas about bullying. Here in the link to that: http://www.couragecampaign.org/page/s/ThankYouJoelBurns
Perhaps you'd like to send him a thank-you note.
I'll be out of town from Friday noon through Sunday with not internet access, so please be patient if you don't hear back from me.
David