The Day his Motor Died - 3. Chapter 3

Doug woke up first, and registered extreme shock. He was nesting against Michael, and his very hard, seven-inch, uncut cock was stroking Michael’s crack. He froze, not knowing what to do. The last thing he wanted was for Michael to wake up, assess the situation, and run out of the house.

Before he could do anything, he heard Michael whisper, “Feels nice, doesn’t it?”

Michael turned around to face Doug.

“You’re up?” Doug asked.

“Very much so. I love how you feel against me.” It was their cocks which were now doing the rubbing. Michael’s cock was a duplicate of Doug’s.

“Mike, you bastard, I thought you were straight. Why didn’t you tell me last night?”

“For a very simple reason: I didn’t know last night. I told you that I’ve been reexamining my whole life lately. You confused me. I spent half the night meditating on what was bothering me about you. The answer came to me slowly. I fell in love with you, too. That was a revelation, but now I had to look in the mirror and face my own sexuality.”

The two men hugged each other tightly.

“Oh, Mike,” Doug said, “you’ve made me so happy, but I gotta know, have you ever made love to a guy?

“No, but I had sex with one friend all through high school. How else would I have known how much I wanted you? I’ve spent ten years denying myself, and then there you were. No wonder Nancy didn’t like my love making. I never felt about her like I feel about you.”

“Are we going to make love this morning? I could call Emanuel and tell him to come tomorrow, if he doesn’t call me first.”

“Maybe.”

Why, maybe?”

“I have one condition before I’d let you fuck me.”

“Anything. What is it?”

“Please don’t call me Mike. I hate it. My name is Michael.”

“Your wish is my command,” Doug said laughing, as he rolled over on top of Michael, and gave him their first kiss. Their cocks continued to rub together. They didn’t even realize that they were dry humping each other, and moaning like two men in pain.

“Shit,” Michael said.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just came, and I didn’t want to cum like this.”

“Don’t sweat it. We have lots of time,” Doug said. He leaned over Michael, and proceeded to lap up his juices until there was none left.

“I’d like to make a suggestion,” Michael said. “Let’s get up, shower, have breakfast, and discuss our future. Then you can call Emanuel and tell him not to come until tomorrow. That’ll leave us free to make love all the rest of the day and night.”

“It’s a deal, Michael,” Doug said. He stressed, Michael.

They showered together and didn’t bother to dress. They made breakfast, still not dressing. After they cleaned up the kitchen, they leaped into bed.

“I don’t want to make love to you like a school boy,” Michael said. “Will you teach me to make gay love like a grown-up?”

“You betcha. The pleasure is all mine.”

Doug started by giving Michael a trip around the world that lasted more than an hour. He didn’t miss an inch of Michael’s body, including his crack. When he sucked Michael’s toes one at a time, the newbie actually started to cry.

“It’s never been so good,” he wailed.

Finally, Doug consumed his target, and Michael came again in a very short time. Doug swallowed everything, and once again, he lapped up the small amount that remained.

They lay side by side catching their breaths, when the phone rang. It was Emanuel, who swore he would be there the first thing the next morning. After he hung up, they both laughed hard. Yesterday, Michael would have cursed him out. Today, he was grateful.

“Have you learned enough to do that to me?” Doug asked.

“Absolutely,” Michael declared triumphantly.

“Good. Then after you do, I’ll teach you how to fuck.”

“That’s a plan I can live with.”

Michael’s trip around the world lasted longer than Doug’s. Doug had to beg Michael to let him cum. Michael swallowed everything, and the two men lay side by said, thoroughly exhausted.

“We’ll fuck this afternoon,” Doug declared.

“You’ll get no argument from me.”

When they were ready for more love-making, Doug taught Michael how to prepare an asshole properly for fucking. He demonstrated on Michael and fucked him first, doggie style. He did such a great job preparing his lover that Michael felt very little discomfort and Doug entered him easily. Then Michael returned the favor. He fucked Doug in the missionary position.

After that they were both exhausted, Doug declared that they had enough for today, and would resume tomorrow after Emanuel left. They were wrong. When they got into bed that night, they started some heavy smooching, and ended up playing a lusty game of sixty-nine. That finally put a period to the day.

******

Michael rode in Emanuel’s tow truck to where his car had died. They opened the hood, and Emanuel was impressed with Michael’s knowledge of all the mechanisms underneath. They both agreed that the transmission could not be repaired and had to be replaced.

“I’ll have to order it through a Lexus dealership in Cheyenne,” Emanuel explained. “It’ll take a week or so to get here, and a couple of days for me to do the repairs.”

Michael laughed. “Is that a couple of days in real time or Emanuel time?”

“I know that you’re from out of town, and need to get going. I promise to do the repairs as quickly as possible. Will you be riding back to town with me?”

“No thanks. Doug is putting me up. We’ve become good friends.”

Emanuel didn’t say anything, but he grinned. The Arapahos had a very liberal view of homosexuality. Emanuel knew that Doug was gay, and even though he was straight, he had enjoyed a fantastic blow job from Doug on more than one occasion. He was even debating in his mind, if he dared ask Doug if he could fuck him. If what he was thinking was true, he was happy for his friend. Hell, he was happy for both of them.

As for Michael, who was the happiest man on Planet Earth right now, his cell phone wasn’t working, so he had no idea that his office was trying desperately to reach him. It seems that his clients were clamoring for him. They just couldn’t accept a replacement, if even temporarily. It also gave Joe Spenser food for thought about why James McCauley left the firm. He had to let Michael know that whatever McCauley did, for whatever reason, it would not reflect on him or his position with the firm.

Emanuel drove Michael back to Doug’s place with his car in tow. When they arrived, he and Doug brought all of Doug’s belongings into the house. As soon as Emanuel was out of sight, they fell into each other’s arms. They did nothing more. They just held each other. Life was suddenly good for both of them.

But now, the time had come to discuss their future together. Neither one had any intention of letting the other go.