Date: Fri, 11 Jun 2010 21:45:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Robert Durfee <robcub32@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mac the Mechanic

I looked at my watch as I stood at the elevator bank with my laptop bag. It
was only 6:30 PM. That was pretty good. Lately it seemed I've been working
later and later.

My name is Mike Andrews. I'm 22 years old and this is my first job out of
college. I'm a corporate app developer for one of the bigger businesses in
our small town. My boss is a complete jerk and seems to always dump the
crap jobs on me. I also seem to get more than my fair share of support
tickets. Maybe because he doesn't like me. Maybe because I'm the low man on
the totem pole. Either way, it sucks.

I sighed as I entered the lobby and walked into the parking deck. I got in
my car and started it and it just turned off. Damn. I tried it again and
the same thing. Shit. The third time it didn't even turn on. Fuck!

My car was 10 years old. The repairs have been getting more and more
expensive and I really should look into buying a new one, but it's nice to
not have a car payment.

I grabbed my laptop bag and headed back upstairs to my cubicle. I pulled
out a phone book and called some auto shops. The first four places I called
were closed. The next one was still open, but their tow truck was out and
wouldn't get to me before they closed at 7. Midtown Auto was next on the
list. As the phone rang, I prayed they were still open.

"Midtown Auto. Mac speaking," a gruff voice answered.

I explained to Mac what was wrong and he said they closed at 7:00. I looked
at my watch and it was 6:50. After a moment of silence he sighed and asked
where I was. I gave him the directions and told him where my car was.

"Yeah, I know where that it is. It's not too far. I'll be there in 15
minutes."

"Thank you so much. I really appreciate it."

I hung up the phone and grabbed my bag and headed back to my car. I
loosened my tie and popped my top shirt button and leaned against the car
and waited. It was hot as hell in the parking deck, but seeing that it was
the beginning of July, I wasn't surprised. I saw the tow truck pull up
about 10 minutes later and I waved him down.

A tall, well-built man got out of the truck and walked over to me. He was
slightly older than me, perhaps 25 or so. He must have been at least 6'4",
maybe 6'5". He had short dark auburn brown hair and a full biker-style
horseshoe moustache. He was was wearing dark blue coveralls with the
Midtown Auto patch on the left breast and a rectangular name patch that
said "Mac" on the right. As he moved closer, I saw he had beautiful deep
blue eyes.

He pulled off his right glove and held his hand out to me.

"I'm Mac," he said in a deep, gruff voice.

"Mike," I said as I shook his hand.

I noted as he held out his hand to me, his sleeve rode up and I could see
his exposed arm was fully covered in tattoos. As I held his hand, a
warmness spread up my arm into my body and down to my groin. My pulse
quickened and I was instantly nervous.

"Thanks for coming out," I said again after I let go of his hand and
cleared my throat.

"No problem," he said.

He looked me up and down, looked me in the eye for a second, then turned to
get my car on the tow truck.

I moved out of his way and watched him. I wondered if that look meant he
was checking me out. Not that I was interested, of course. I liked jocks;
clean cut guys. Of course, that didn't mean they were necessarily
interested in me. I was a short, lean guy at only 5'8" tall. I had short
black hair and brown eyes and wore glasses. I was a computer
programmer. Everything about me screamed 'nerd'.

I had been a total virgin until my second year of college. A senior who was
the assistant director of my residence hall seduced me after we came back
from winter break. Because of my parents vacation schedule, I had come back
a couple of days earlier than the rest of the students. That "relationship"
consisted of us meeting in secret for oral sex and it ended at the end of
the year when he graduated.

I had two brief flings my junior year that didn't go beyond me blowing them
a couple of times. It was in my senior year I had a disastrous encounter at
a frat party. I lost my virginity that night and I haven't been with anyone
since.

"Ready?" Mac asked, interrupting my thoughts.

I looked up and he had loaded the truck and was ready to go.

"Oh. Yeah," I said, picking up my computer bag.

Mac opened the passenger door of the truck for me and I climbed in. He shut
the door when I got settled and climbed in the driver's seat.

"You been having problems with your car lately?" Mac asked as he pulled out
of the parking lot and headed to the shop.

"It's been okay, I guess. Until today."

"I'm pretty sure I know what the problem is. It shouldn't be too
expensive."

"Thanks."

"So you work at GCI? What do you do there?" he asked after a minute of
silence.

"Um, I'm a developer."

"Like computer applications?"

"Yeah."

"Smart and cute. Nice."

I smiled nervously and blushed at his compliment. I adjusted my glasses and
tried to look forward. Mac glanced over at me and chuckled to himself.

When we pulled into the shop, Mac pulled the truck around to the garage
bays. He stopped the truck and signaled me to get out. I waited for Mac to
unload my car and he easily maneuvered it and got it inside the garage. He
popped the hood and looked at it for a few seconds.

"You need a new serpentine belt. Let me check your computer as well."

"Okay."

"So how do you like working at GCI?" Mac asked as he pulled out and hooked
up a small machine to my car.

"It's okay."

"We get a bit of business from you guys over there. This big guy -- loud,
bad hair like Donald Trump -- was just in last week," Mac chuckled.

"Yeah... That's my boss."

"Your boss is kind of an asshole."

"You don't have to tell me. I spend every weekday with him."

We both laughed a bit. Mac read the codes from the reader. "No problems
here. I can do the belt for 75 bucks, plus 25 for the tow."

I was pleasantly surprised. I didn't expect it to be that cheap.

"Okay."

"It's a fairly quick job on this model, but I'm pretty sure I'm out of
stock on that belt. Let me check."

Mac disappeared in the back and returned few minutes later.

"I have 'em in tomorrow morning's shipment. I'll have it ready for you by
the end of the day."

"Okay. That sounds really great. And thank you again for coming out. I know
you closed an hour ago, and I really do appreciate it."

"It's no problem. You know Mike, you don't seem as stuffy as the other guys
you work with."

"Thanks, I guess," I said with a smile. "Um, do you have a phone book I
could borrow? I need to call a cab."

"I can drop you off at home. Where do you live?"

"Oh, no, that's okay. I don't want to trouble you any more than I already
have."

"If it was trouble, I wouldn't have offered."

"Well... okay, I guess. I live in the apartments near Grant and 8th."

"That's not too far. Let me wash up real quick and we can head out."

Mac walked into the employee bathroom and came out a few minutes later
wiping his hands on a towel. His face and hands were nice and clean. He
walked to the office in the back, which had glass windows that overlooked
the garage. I watched as he unzipped and pulled off his coveralls.
Underneath he was wearing jeans and a white wife-beater tank top. Every
inch of both of his arms were fully covered in tattoos. His arms were big
and beefy as was his chest. I could see curly auburn hair peeking over the
top of the tank top. Man, he had a great body. He grabbed a blue button
down shirt off the back of the door and hung up the coveralls. His eyes
caught mine and I quickly looked away. He pulled out his keys and shut the
office door behind him.

"Ready?" he asked as he slipped the shirt on over his tank top. He left it
unbuttoned.

I nodded and he locked up and turned on the alarm. We walked around to the
back of the building. My eyes widened as we walked towards an enormous
white Ford F150 4x4 pickup truck raised with a suspension lift. The door
had a magnetic sign advertising Midtown Auto with his name, the address and
phone number.

"Wow," I said with wonder. "Your truck is huge."

Mac chuckled. "Yeah. We install a lot of lift kits here. It's good for
advertising. Plus, I'm a big guy. I need lots of room."

I smiled and climbed up into the passenger seat of the pickup truck. He
started the truck and it rumbled as we pulled out of the parking lot. I was
looking out the window thinking about how different it was to be so high up
compared to my little car.

"Fuck, I'm starving," he said. "I was gonna grab a pizza and a beer for
dinner. You wanna join me?" Mac asked.

I was really hungry. It wouldn't hurt to eat dinner with him. It'd give me
an opportunity to thank him for helping me out even after the shop closed.

"Uh, well, sure. Why not?"

Mac turned and we headed over to Vinny's. We were seated in a booth and Mac
ordered a mug of beer and I got a Coke. We compared what toppings we liked
and ordered a large Hawaiian pizza. That was my favorite, and I was
surprised that it was also Mac's favorite. Most people I know really don't
like the pineapple on pizza.

"I saw on your truck door that your name is Mac MacDonald. Is that really
your name?" I asked.

"It's really Andrew MacDonald. My family calls me Andy. Everyone else calls
me Mac."

"Ah."

Mac was really easy to talk to. He looked like a rough and scary guy, but
he was actually really nice. He had a good sense of humor and made me
laugh. I could also tell he was really smart. I felt a little guilty about
pre-judging him based on his looks. We even talked about that a bit. He
said most people looked at him and thought he did drugs or was a
pothead. He said he'd never done drugs of any kind, but admitted to a
weakness for cigars and scotch, plus the occasional beer with dinner.

He was telling me about my boss coming in last week and being a total
asshole. I laughed throughout his story. He had me practically in
tears. When he was done telling the story, he had a slight smirk on his
face and he was staring into my eyes. He licked his bottom lip and then
took a drink of his beer.

I felt my dick plump up and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

We talked about the shop and how much he loved owning his own business, and
how fulfilling it was since working on cars, trucks and motorcycles was
something he loved. I told him how impressed I was since he was so young. I
learned he was 26, four years older than me, and both of us had May
birthdays.

I complained about my job and how miserable my boss made me.

"It's a shame you're not doing something you love."

"Well, I love being a developer... solving problems and being
creative. It's just all the other stuff... the office politics, my
boss. But it pays the bills."

"Speaking of, why are you driving that clunker? I'd think you could afford
a better car."

"Yeah, I suppose. It's nice not having a car payment, though. It's allowed
me to save quite a bit of money. Plus, I hate car salesmen. I feel like
they're taking advantage of me and I'm getting cheated."

"You need someone who knows about cars to go with you. If you ever need a
hand, let me know. I'll help you out."

"Really? You'd do that?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"I'd think you'd want me to keep my old car so you can keep fixing it," I
said with a smile.

Mac shrugged. "I don't own that kind of shop."

"Oh, I didn't mean to imply that you cheat your customers or anything like
that."

"I didn't think you did, Mike. But if your car keeps you coming back to my
shop, I sure wouldn't mind that."

I blushed a bit at his obvious flirting and gave him a bashful smile.

When we were finished eating and the conversation died down, I wanted to
pick up the bill, but he would not hear it, and we ended up splitting
it. When Mac pulled into my apartment complex, I directed him to my
building and he parked the truck in front.

"Thanks for the ride, Mac," I told him. "And for dinner."

"No problem, Mike. I had a good time tonight. Thanks for keeping me
company. I'll call you tomorrow when your car is ready."

"Thanks, Mac."

I shook Mac's hand and he held onto it for a couple seconds longer than a
handshake. He smiled at me and I climbed out of the truck and headed
inside.

As I lay in bed, I tossed and turned trying to get to sleep. I kept seeing
Mac's shirtless body in my head and my penis was throbbing. I sighed and
laid flat on my back. I slipped my underwear off and grabbed a hold of my
dick. I wasn't hung very big or thick. Five inches was being generous. I
gripped it and quickly jerked it and spurted my load onto my chest and
stomach. I cleaned up with my briefs and finally was able to fall asleep.

***

When I got up the next morning, I planned on taking the bus to work, but I
was running late, so I took a cab. At least it was Friday. If I could get
through the day without my boss dumping extra crap on my desk, I could
maybe get out on time for once.

That afternoon Mac called and said my car was ready. I told him I'd be over
as soon as I got out of work. He called back around 5:15 and offered to
bring the car by. I met him in the parking garage at 5:30. He was driving
my car and one of his employees followed in a truck. I gave Mac the $100 in
cash and he wrote out a receipt.

"No tie today?" he asked as he handed me the receipt and my keys.

I realized that I was wearing a short-sleeve button down shirt instead of
my usual long sleeve shirt and tie.

"Oh, it's 'casual Friday'," I said.

Mac nodded. He looked uncomfortable for a second, shifting from one foot to
the other. "So, you got any plans for tonight?"

"No, not really."

"You maybe wanna grab dinner?"

"Sure," I said without hesitating.

I reminded Mac where I lived and gave him the apartment number. He said
he'd pick me up around 7:30. He got in the truck and waved as they pulled
out of the parking deck. I drove home and took a nap on the couch. When I
woke up, I brushed my teeth and cleaned up a little bit. I changed into
jeans and a white Polo shirt and put on a pair of Chucks.

When Mac knocked on the door, I let him in. He was obviously wearing a
fresh change of clothes. He was wearing faded but clean blue jeans and
black biker boots, a clean white tank top with an unbuttoned short sleeve
shirt over it.

As he walked in, I caught his scent, an intoxicating combination of cologne
and his natural smell. He looked me up and down and smiled and nodded
approvingly, causing me to blush slightly. I showed him around my tiny one
bedroom apartment which took about a minute.

Mac drove us to one of his favorite restaurants. Dinner was great and Mac's
company was even better. I wouldn't have given Mac a second glance before
this week, but sitting across from him tonight, I found myself very much
attracted to him. He was everything I liked in a guy. He was smart and
funny, tall and muscular. He was good looking, but when he smiled or
laughed, God was he ever handsome.

As we talked, I couldn't help but stare at his mouth... nice straight white
teeth, wet lips, framed with that horseshoe moustache. When I first saw
him, I thought it looked outdated like something from the 70's, but it
really does fit his style and I found it really sexy. He owned his own shop
and seemed to be doing very well and he loved it. What wasn't to like?

>From the looks he gave me throughout dinner, it seemed like he was maybe
attracted to me as well. But I wasn't sure if he really liked me or just
wanted to get laid. I was obviously hoping that he was interested in more
than just sex.

After dinner, we walked down to a coffee shop down on the corner and
continued to talk for a while longer while sipping coffee. When Mac finally
drove me home, he parked in front of my apartment building and turned off
the truck. I didn't want the night to be over.

"I had a really good time tonight, Mac," I said quietly.

"Me too, Mike."

I looked at Mac and he looked at me. I smiled nervously and undid my seat
belt to get out of the truck. Then Mac put his hand on the back of my neck
and leaned into me. He lightly brushed my lips with his. I pushed into him
and we kissed. It was long, sensual, open mouthed kissing. It was an
amazing kiss. My body was warm with pleasure and my dick throbbed and
dripped inside my underwear. Mac pulled away and I sighed and opened my
eyes to see him staring me in the eyes.

"Can I come up?" he whispered.

I nodded. Mac grabbed a backpack from the backseat and we got out of the
truck and went up to my apartment. As soon we were in the apartment, he
tossed his bag on the couch, bolted the door shut and grabbed me and kissed
me hard. When I felt his tongue flick across my lips, I opened my mouth and
allowed it entry. I moaned softly as our tongues touched and slid along
each other.

I was panting when we finally broke the kiss.

"Fuck, Mike," he whispered. "You're a great kisser. And so fucking cute."

I blushed and said "Thanks.... Do you really think I'm cute?"

"Hell, yeah. You're fucking adorable. I just love a smart little dude in
glasses."

"Wow. No one's ever said anything like that to me before."

"Really? I can't believe that."

I just shrugged. "I can't believe you want me... You've got a really hot
body... Plus you're smart and funny. I like that."

I blushed and Mac smiled. "Thanks, Mike."

I kicked off my shoes and left them by the door. Mac bent down and took off
his boots and set them down next to my shoes.

I took Mac's hand and led him to my bedroom. I pushed the door closed and
Mac turned on the lamp on the nightstand.

"I want to see you," he whispered.

His hands moved under my shirt and he pulled the shirt tails out. He
unbuttoned my shirt, dropping it onto the floor. He pulled my undershirt
off, then unbuttoned my khakis and pushed them down, leaving me standing
there in my socks and a pair of black briefs.

"Nice," he whispered as he ran his hands up and down my body.

I stepped out of my pants and kicked them to the side. I slid his shirt off
his shoulders and tossed it onto the pile of clothes. I pulled up his tank
top undershirt and he bent slightly so I could pull it over his head. I
looked into his eyes as I unbuckled his leather belt and unzipped his
Levis. I grabbed the waist of his jeans and pulled them down to his feet. I
knelt down and helped him step out of his jeans and then lifted each foot
to pull his socks off.

I stood up and looked at him. "Oh, wow..."

Mac's body was amazing. He had wide shoulders and a beefy, muscular
chest. His chest and stomach were covered in curly auburn brown hair,
thickest in the middle of his chest. His stomach was flat. His legs and
arms were big and strong. I ran my hands up and down his tattooed arms,
then up on his shoulders and into his furry chest and down to his
stomach. His boxer shorts were tented with a large bulge laying towards his
left thigh.

I looked up into his eyes and he had his eyes closed and his head back as I
touched his body. He opened his eyes and looked down at me.

I sat down on the bed and pulled my socks off and threw them on the pile of
clothes. I swallowed nervously and scooted back onto the bed. Mac climbed
onto the bed in front of me and we laid down together on our sides facing
each other.

I put my hand on his face and traced his moustache with my index finger and
ran it across his bottom lip. He suddenly nipped at my finger and I jumped
and we both giggled. We leaned into each other and kissed deeply and
sensually. I rubbed my hands along his hairy body and he flicked my nipples
with his fingers. He broke the kiss and kissed my chin and along my jaw. He
licked my ear lobe and ran his tongue down my neck. He clamped his mouth on
the base of my neck and sucked the skin in hard. He licked and nipped and I
whimpered and my body shuddered in pleasure.

"Mikey, you are so fucking hot," Mac growled.

Mac took my glasses off and set them on the nightstand. He kissed me again,
then pushed me onto my back and flicked his tongue on my nipple. I ran my
fingers through his hair and moaned. His hand glided down by body and
rubbed my dick over top of my briefs. I moaned and writhed on the bed. He
slipped his hand into my briefs and lightly ran his fingers along my shaft.

He lifted his head up and pulled my briefs off. My 4.5" dick snapped up
against my belly. The head was glistening with pre-cum. Mac wrapped his
fist around it and it all but disappeared in his meaty grip.

I blushed beet red. "Sorry... it's not very big," I whispered.

Mac looked up at me and kissed me on the lips. "It's the perfect size for a
little guy like you."

I smiled and Mac kissed me again. He moved his head down my body and I
gasped when his tongue swirled around the head of my dick. When he took me
into his mouth, I moaned loudly. His mouth was warm and soft and his tongue
flicked around the shaft as he gently sucked. He locked his lips around the
shaft and slid his mouth down to the root and slowly bobbed up and down.

"Oh, Mac...," I whispered and moaned.

He pulled off my dick and looked up at me. "Andy. Call me Andy."

I closed my eyes and whispered his name, "Andy..."

Mac went back down on my penis and I felt it building up quickly. "Andy,
I'm close. I'm gonna cum."

Mac increased the speed and suction and my body shuddered and tensed up. My
legs stretched and my toes curled.

"Andy, I'm cumming! Oh! Andy!"

As my back arched, I spurt into his mouth. He stopped bobbing and gently
squeezed the shaft with his hand, milking any remaining drops out of me. I
collapsed back onto the bed panting and Mac moved up and laid on his side
next to me. He ran his arm up and down my chest.

"Andy... that was the most amazing thing I ever felt."

I turned on my side and kissed Mac. I gently pushed him onto his back and
leaned over him and pulled his boxers off. I gasped when I saw it flop up
and lay against his stomach.

"Oh my god," I whispered.

Mac's penis was fully erect. It was huge. It was long and thick. Mac was
uncircumcised and about half of the head of his dick was exposed. The head
was a bright red and glistened with pre-cum. The shaft was smooth except
for a vein that ran along the top. He had a nice thick, furry pubic bush.

"You're so big," I said as I wrapped my hand around it. It was so thick I
couldn't come close to touching my thumb and index finger together.

"How big is it?" I wondered aloud.

"8 and a quarter inches."

"I've never seen one like yours before."

"What? Uncut?"

"Yeah."

I watched in fascination as I slowly stroked his dick. The way the foreskin
covered and uncovered the head was so hot.

"You like that big uncut cock, Mikey?" he asked, his voice deep and husky.

"I love it," I whispered.

"It's okay to call you Mikey?" he whispered to me.

"I normally hate it, but I love it when you call me Mikey."

Mac and I smiled at each other and kissed. I stared at his dick as I slowly
slid my hand up and down the shaft, covering and exposing the head. A large
drop of fluid oozed out of the slit and dripped over the top of the head
and onto my thumb.

I leaned down and lapped it up with my tongue, causing Mac to groan
loudly. I took the head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. I
pulled the skin back up over the head and I licked around the end of the
skin.

"Oh, Jesus..." Mac moaned.

I slid my mouth down the shaft a couple more inches and tightened my lips
over my teeth and sucked as I slid up and down his shaft. I took him into
my mouth as far as I could go without choking. I used my hand on the
exposed shaft that my mouth didn't cover.

"Yeah, suck it, Mikey... oh, fuck, that's good..."

Mac moved his hands onto my head and held it as I pumped my mouth and hand
up and down. I sucked a little harder and sped up my motion. I swirled my
tongue on the underside of his shaft as it slid back and forth.

"Faster, Mikey. Just like that, baby, oh yeah, just like that... Don't
stop."

I moaned when I felt his cock swell and harden in my mouth.

"I'm cumming, baby! Oh, fuck, Mikey! Unh!"

Mac loudly grunted over and over and I felt his cock pulse in my mouth as
it pumped jets of cum into my mouth. My mouth quickly filled with his semen
and I had to swallow repeatedly to keep it from spilling out of my mouth. I
didn't think he'd ever stop. When he finally did, his dick started to
soften and I licked it all over and let it fall from my mouth.

I looked up at Mac and he had an arm draped over his eyes. He was breathing
hard, his chest heaving up and down.

"Oh, Jesus," he panted. "Mikey, that was the best blowjob I've ever had in
my life."

I laid down next to Mac and slowly stroked his chest hair.

Mac looked at the clock and yawned. "I hate to say it, but I should get
going. I need to open the shop at 7:00 in the morning."

"Oh... You can stay the night... if you want."

"You sure?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

Mac kissed me. I got out of bed and put my glasses and boxers back on. Me
followed me completely naked to the bathroom, pulling his toilet kit out of
his backpack on the way. I brushed my teeth as he stood at the toilet and
pissed. I couldn't believe how loud and heavy his stream was. I also got a
good look at his flaccid penis. It was about 5 inches long, fat, with just
the tip peeking out of his foreskin. I cringed inwardly when I realized his
was bigger soft than mine was when fully hard. I blushed and looked away
when he caught me looking.

He walked up behind me and kissed the back of my neck. "You can look all
you want, Mikey."

I finished up and let him have the sink to brush his teeth. I tried to pee,
but was too shy to do it with Mac standing there next to me. I heard him
chuckle and I closed my eyes and blushed.

"I'll let you have a little privacy," he said and smacked my butt as he
walked out.

I sighed as my body finally relaxed and released my urine. I washed my
hands and adjusted the thermostat down a notch before returning to the
bedroom. I was glad to see Mac laying on the side of the bed closest to the
door since I liked the side by the windows. He had his arms behind his head
and his legs crossed at his ankles. His dick was soft and it laid along his
left hip.

"Can you set an alarm for me?" he asked. "6:15."

I nodded and set the alarm time to 6:15. I turned off the desk lamp and
crawled onto my side of the bed and pulled the sheet and blanket up over
us.

"What are you doing way over there?" Mac asked quietly. "C'mere."

I scooted up next to Mac's right side and he pulled me closer. He wrapped
his right arm around my shoulder and I laid my head down on his hairy chest
between his right shoulder and pec muscle. I put my arm around him and he
brought his left arm to mine and slowly rubbed it.

"Good?" he whispered.

"Yeah. Very," I replied with a sigh.

"Night, Mikey," he said before kissing the top of my head.

"Night, Andy."

Mac slowly stroked my shoulder and back and I quickly fell asleep.

***

I woke the next morning when I felt Mac get out of bed. I looked at the
clock and it was 5:50. Way too early! I felt the spot where Mac had slept
and it was warm. I brought my nose to it and it smelled like him. I heard
the toilet flush down in the distance followed by the sink. A minute later
Mac was quietly walking back into the room and climbed back into bed. I
moved to make room and snuggled up to him when he settled.

"Sorry I woke you," he whispered.

"It's okay."

Mac leaned his head down and kissed me.

"I got a little bit of time before I have to leave for work...," he said
with a wicked grin on his face.

I smiled and leaned my head up to him. As we kissed and explored each
others' mouths with our tongues, I slid my hand down his body and wrapped
it around his semi-erect dick. It only took a few strokes to get it fully
hard.

I pulled away from his mouth and moved down and moved between his legs. I
grabbed his cock at the base and lifted it up. I slid my hand up and down
and ran my thumb over the foreskin. When I took it into my mouth, my lips
pushed the foreskin back off the head and Mac groaned and pushed his hips
up. I looked up at him and he had his arms linked behind his head and he
was watching me. I slowly bobbed my head up and down, sucking and twisting
my head as I moved. I held his dick tight at the base and pushed my mouth
down until I gagged. I backed off and coughed.

"Easy, baby," Mac whispered. "You're doing perfect, don't hurt yourself."

I tried again and was able to get more into my mouth this time.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned.

One of Mac's hands moved to the back of my head and he helped me get the
rhythm he wanted. I sucked up and down on his shaft, getting most of it
into my mouth.

"Yeah, Mikey, you're so fucking good. You're getting me close, baby."

Mac's breathing increased and he held the back of my head gently pushing
while he pumped his hips up into my mouth as I bobbed up and down with my
mouth and hand. I used my left hand to run through the hair on his chest
and stomach. The slurping and sucking noises I was making combined with
Mac's breathing and grunting caused my dick to throb.

"Here it comes, Mikey. I'm cumming!"

I kept sucking and looked up at Mac. His eyes locked onto mine, his face
contorted into a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Aw, fuck, I'm cumming!" he shouted and I felt his dick jerk. It pulsed
against my tongue and I felt the first blast hit the roof of my mouth. My
mouth quickly filled with cum and I had to swallow four times to keep up.

When he was finished, I crawled up and laid on my side next to him.

"You cum a lot," I whispered.

"I always cum a lot when I'm really turned on. And you really turn me on,
Mikey."

I blushed. "Thanks."

"You don't even know how good you are, do you?"

"I kind of had a boyfriend in college. He was my first ever and I guess we
did it a lot."

"Have you been with a lot of guys... if you don't mind me asking?"

"After Ted, there were three other guys, but only one time each. Well,
twice with one of them."

"I didn't realize you were so inexperienced. I've been with more than four
guys... a lot more. I hope that doesn't bother you."

"No. It doesn't matter to me."

Mac kissed me deep and hard as he reached down and grabbed my hard-on. He
gripped the shaft with his thumb and first two fingers and began sliding
the tight skin up and down. His mouth moved from my mouth to the base of my
neck. He began sucking hard on my neck as he increased the speed of his
hand. I was already so turned on from blowing him, I couldn't hold back.

"Andy, I'm cumming," I whispered.

Andy pulled off my neck and watched as my body shook. I grabbed him tight
and buried my face into his neck as my legs stretched and my toes curled
and cum spurted from my dick. The first spurt landed on my chest and the
next two on my stomach, with the last couple dribbling out onto his hand.

"Nice," he whispered. He brought his hand to my mouth and I looked at him
and then licked some of the cum off. He brought his hand to his own mouth
and licked the rest.

We laid back on the bed trying to catch our breath when the damned alarm
clock went off.

"You don't mind if I take a quick shower?" Mac asked.

I shook my head and we got up out of bed and I got a fresh clean towel and
washcloth for him and told him he was welcome to use my shower gel and
shampoo. While he took a shower, I went to the kitchen and made a pot of
coffee. I yawned while it was brewing and I pulled a couple of mugs from
the cupboard. When Mac walked out of the bathroom naked, running the towel
through his hair, I almost dropped my cup.

He walked to his backpack and pulled out a fresh tank top and boxer shorts
and slipped them on.

"How do you like your coffee?" I asked.

"Black is fine. Thanks," he said as I handed him the mug. He looked up at
the clock and quickly finished the coffee. He disappeared into the bedroom
and came out wearing yesterday's jeans. He stuffed his boxers and shirts
into his backpack.

"I gotta head out," he said quietly as he bent down and kissed me. "Can I
see you again, Mikey?"

"I'm not busy tonight," I said with a smile.

Mac laughed. "What's your number?"

We got our cell phones and traded phone numbers. I walked him to the door
and we hugged and kissed. "Bye, Andy."

"Bye, Mikey. See you tonight."

***

Mac called when he was on his way and asked if I wanted to go out for
dinner and stay over at his place tonight. I packed an overnight bag and
when he picked me up, we went out to dinner.

We talked about everything at dinner. He told me how he came out when when
his mom caught him getting a blowjob from a buddy when he was 17. We
laughed about it, but at the time he said it was definitely not funny. He
had a sister, who was the eldest sibling, two older brothers, and one
younger brother. He didn't get along with his oldest brother, especially
after he came out. His mother and the other siblings eventually came around
and accepted his being gay. His dad left when he was 5, so his mother
raised the five kids by herself working long hours as an ER nurse.

I told him about my family, my Mom managed a hotel restaurant and Dad was a
city cop. I had a brother who was four years older and engaged to be
married. I also had a sister two years younger, still in college. I came
out after my sophomore year of college. My mom and sister were okay with
it, but my brother shook his head and said he knew I was a fag. Dad said he
didn't care what I did in my bedroom as long as I didn't flaunt it in front
of him. I leaned in towards Mac and whispered as if it was a dirty secret,
"He's a republican." Mac laughed loudly and I joined him.

Mac's house was just outside the city in an older neighborhood. It was very
well maintained and charming. It was a three bedroom, two bath ranch-style
house on a really good sized lot. The master bedroom had its own bathroom
and a big walk in closet. Mac's king size bed was very comfy. He had soft
sheets and a fluffy down comforter. It was completely not what I expected
from a guy like Mac, which seemed to be a common theme with him.

We made out for a long time and when I moved down to take him into my
mouth, he pulled my body so that he could suck me at the same time. He had
to back off my dick a few times because I was so close. When he finally got
close, he attacked me with his mouth and we came in each others' mouths at
the same time. Afterward, I cuddled up next to him and yawned. I was
shocked at how comfortable I felt with him after only my second time with
him. I didn't have much time to dwell on it, because I fell right asleep.

The next morning, we slept in and then showered and got dressed. After
eating a bowl of cereal, we went down to the farmer's market. Mac wanted to
pick up some vegetables for a soup he was going to make us for
dinner. Mac's shop was closed on Sundays, so we planned on spending the day
together.

We casually strolled around the market booths talking and laughing.

"Mike? Mike!" I heard a woman shout behind me. I groaned and turned around
and saw my parents and my younger sister.

"What are you doing up and about so early on a Sunday morning?" Mom asked.

"Uh, Mac dragged me out. He needed a few things from the market," I
said. "This is my friend Mac. Mac, these are my parents, Jake and Beth
Andrews. And this is my sister Jill."

Mac smiled warmly. "Nice to meet you."

Dad eyed Mac coldly as he shook his hand. Dad shot me a disapproving look
that made me want to curl up and die. I was embarrassed by Dad's reaction,
which I'm sure was because of Mac's appearance. Maybe if he covered up his
tattoos and shaved his moustache or grew it into a more acceptable
goatee. I immediately felt ashamed for thinking that. So what if he looked
like a biker thug, he was the nicest guy I ever met.

"Well, we'll let you go, honey," Mom said. "And don't be a stranger."

"Bye."

I let out a deep breath and watched them walk away.

"Your Dad doesn't like me," Mac said.

"I'm so sorry, Andy. He's just really... conservative."

"Eh, it's okay, Mikey. I'm used to it."

"I know, Andy, but that doesn't make it okay."

I took a deep breath and blinked back the tears that were threatening to
fall. Mac looked at me and smiled warmly.

"Thank you, Mikey," he said quietly.

Mac squeezed the back of my neck and we continued walking through the
market.

Mac and I spent a wonderful day together. I've never felt for anyone what I
felt for Andy. I was already falling in love with him. When he dropped me
off Sunday night at my apartment, we kissed for a little bit in the
truck. When I got inside, I laid down on the couch. I was confused and
scared. Did I really love him? What will my parents think? What if he
didn't even feel the same about me? I worked myself into a panic and curled
up in a ball and cried.

***

I saw a lot of Mac over the next three weeks. We stayed the night with each
other two or three times a week, usually on the nights he didn't go to the
gym. I spent the night with him on that second Saturday as well and spent
all day with him on Sunday.

That last week in July, he said he had a special surprise for me. He wanted
to spend the whole weekend with me. He was going to leave the shop in the
hands of his assistant manager on Saturday and we'd leave from the shop on
Friday after work. He told me to pack a small bag with a couple of changes
of clothes, nothing fancy.

Friday evening after work, I went into the bathroom and took off my work
clothes and changed into jeans, a t-shirt and my black Chucks. I drove to
the shop and parked my car in back. I didn't see his truck, so I was
wondering where he was. He said to meet him at the shop after work. I
walked into the front door and then stepped into the garage area. Mac was
talking to an older, burly bear of a man in tight blue coveralls. Mac saw
me and motioned me over to them.

"Hi, Andy-- uh, Mac," I said.

Mac chuckled. "Hi, Mikey. Mike, this is Dirk, my assistant manager. Dirk,
Mike."

Dirk shook my hand. "Well, you must be really special if you get to call
him 'Andy'."

I blushed and shrugged.

"Aww, and cute, too," Dirk laughed and ruffled my hair.

"Hey! Hands off my boy," Mac growled and knocked Dirk's hand away from me.

The three of us laughed and Dirk said, "All right, get out of here and have
a good weekend, boss."

"Thanks for holding down the fort, Dirk. Call me if you need anything."

"We'll be fine. Stop worrying and have some fun for once."

"Bye. Nice to meet you," I said to Dirk as we walked out and around the
back.

Mac grabbed my bag and we walked up to a Harley.

"Wow. Is this yours? Are we riding on this?" I asked.

"You think I look like this and don't own a bike?"

We laughed and Mac stowed my bag. He adjusted the straps on a half helmet
and put it on my head and strapped it under my chin. He put on a pair of
sunglasses, strapped his helmet on and helped me on the bike. He told me to
hold on tight around his waist. I wrapped my arms tight around him and
leaned into his muscular back. He started out slow out of the parking lot
so I could get used to it, then sped up when we got on the highway. Once I
was no longer feeling off balance or like I was going to fall, I relaxed my
grip on him and was able to look around and enjoy the view. I loved the
feel of the vibration of the bike and the feel of the wind, but most of
all, I loved the feeling of being so close and connected to Mac.

We rode about an hour and a half until Mac pulled off the highway and
exited down a small two-lane road. We drove for a few miles and Mac turned
off onto a heavily wooded road and then finally into a driveway that led up
a hill. He stopped the bike in front of a small wood cabin. Beyond the
cabin was a small lake. Mac helped me off the bike and I took off my
helmet.

"You okay?" Mac asked.

"Yeah, that was fun."

"I figured you were having a good time. I felt a little something poking me
back there."

I blushed and adjusted my crotch. Mac laughed loudly and took my helmet.

I looked around in wonder. The little cabin was surrounded by woods. The
sky was clear. The only noises I heard were the sound of the leaves
rustling in the wind and birds chirping.

"Andy, this is..." I was speechless.

"My mom's parents owned it. After they died, Mom refused to sell it even
though we needed the money. We're all glad she did because we love coming
up here. We take turns throughout the year using it and we've got it to
ourselves all weekend. Let's get settled and relax for a bit and then we
can go get some supplies for the weekend."

Mac grabbed our bags and unlocked the cabin and we went inside. It was a
little musty, so he opened up the windows. The cabin basically consisted of
a living room, a bedroom and a bathroom. The living room had a couch and
chair in front of a fireplace. The back left corner had a small dining area
and a small kitchen. In the back right corner was the door to the bedroom
and the door to the bathroom. A door off the kitchen led out to a concrete
patio and the back yard.

Mac put our bags in the bedroom on the bed and opened the windows so the
air could circulate. The bedroom was small, with enough room for a full
size bed and a dresser.

Mac put his arms around me and kissed me. "So, what do you think?"

"It's amazing."

He took my hand and we walked out to the back yard. The cabin was
surrounded by woods and seemed very secluded. A boat dock extended out into
the lake. We walked out onto the boat dock. From the end of the dock, you
could see the other cabins on the lake. There was a good distance between
Mac's cabin and the cabins on either side. I looked around in amazement.

"They used to have a small speed boat, but we weren't around enough to take
care of it, so we sold it," Mac said. "The water might be a bit cold, but
we can swim if you want."

"I didn't bring a bathing suit."

"Neither did I," he said with a wink.

We stood on the dock for a few moments enjoying the view.

"Thank you for bringing me out here, Andy."

Mac smiled and took my hand and we walked back onto the shore and into the
cabin. I held his hand and followed him into the bedroom. He shut the
bedroom door behind us and took me in his arms. I looked up at him into his
blue eyes. God, he was so tall and beefy. He dwarfed me by 9 inches and 100
pounds, but I felt completely safe in his arms.

Mac bent down and kissed me, his mouth opening and his tongue seeking
mine. I wrapped my arms around his back and returned his kiss. Mac moved
down to my neck and sucked the skin into his mouth and gently licked and
nipped. I whimpered and closed my eyes and lost myself in the feeling of
his mouth and moustache whiskers on my neck.

"Oh, Andy, I love you," I said without thinking. "I love you so much."

Mac's mouth suddenly left my neck and I felt him move back. My eyes flew
wide open and I looked up at him. He just stared at me and I felt my eyes
brimming with tears and I drew in a sharp breath, looked away and took a
step back.

"Mikey," he whispered. "I love you, too."

I looked up into his eyes and they were bright blue, glistening with
tears. I grabbed onto him and we held each other tight for a few
moments. Mac set our bags on the floor next to the bed and pulled me down
to the bed and we laid down together facing each other. Mac stroked my
cheek and my hair. "Love you, Mikey."

Mac rolled on top of me and kissed me hard with increased passion. He was
straddling my thigh and we were kissing and making out and he was grinding
his hard dick against me. As he sucked on my neck, he moved his body
between my legs. He moved off my neck and shifted his position. I felt his
penis poking between my legs as he started sucking and licking my nipples.

His hand slid down between my legs and I felt it run through my crack and I
tensed up. When I felt him push against my hole, I panicked.

"No! Stop!" I cried out as I grabbed Mac's shoulders and pushed.

Mac moved away. "Mikey. I'm sorry, baby, did I hurt you? I wasn't trying to
hurt you."

I was shaking and my eyes filled with tears. "No, I'm sorry... It's just
that..."

Mac's eyes widened as if he suddenly realized something. "Oh. You're a
virgin, aren't you?"

My face burned bright red. "Kinda," I whispered. "I mean, not really."

Mac furrowed his brow. "'Kinda, not really'? I mean, you are or you're
not."

"I guess I'm not then."

I turned away and blinked back the tears.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Mac asked as he turned me back to face him. I
laid my head down in his chest and took a deep breath.

"When I was still in college... about two years ago, I went to a frat house
party with a friend of mine. I met this guy. Taylor. Big guy, football
jock. He seemed really nice and we hit it off okay. He had a few beers and
I had one as well. I went back with him to his room. I gave him... you
know."

"A blowjob?"

"Yeah. He sat up and grabbed a smoke and I fell asleep. When I woke up, he
was on me. He turned me over onto my stomach and got on top of me and
between my legs. He had put a condom on and I heard him spit. I told him I
didn't want that and tried to get away, but he was too big and too
strong. I told him he was hurting me and begged for him to stop, but he
didn't. He held me down and he ra..."

My voice quivered and Mac tightened his arms around me.

I sniffled and swallowed. "When he finished he said he needed to get up
early and I could show myself out."

"Jesus. Mikey. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. It was a long time ago."

"No, baby, it's not okay. What he did was wrong. I could kill the bastard
for hurting you."

Mac tenderly kissed my forehead. Tears flowed down my cheeks and I started
sobbing. Mac held me in his arms and rocked me as I bawled into his
chest. When my tears finally slowed, I took my glasses off and wiped my
eyes. Mac took my glasses and set them on the nightstand next to the bed. A
box of tissues was on the nightstand and he pulled one and gave it to me. I
wiped my nose and face with it.

"I've never told anyone before. No one else knows."

"It doesn't change how I feel about you, you know that right? What happened
to you was not your fault."

Mac wiped the tears from my cheeks and kissed my cheeks and my nose and
then my lips. I looked up into his eyes and pressed my lips to his. He
kissed me again and then sucked at my neck. I laid my head back and quietly
moaned. His hand slid down my body and gently cupped my balls and stroked
me.

"Do you trust me?" he whispered.

"Yes, Andy."

"I want to try something and I promise I'll be gentle. If you don't like
it, you tell me. I promise to stop. Okay?"

"Okay."

Mac moved his mouth down to my nipple, moving back and forth between
them. He kissed down my chest to my belly button, then continued down
further. He took my dick into his mouth and gently sucked it up and down
for a few seconds. I held onto his head with both of my hands and
whimpered, my fingers intertwined in his hair. He released it from his
mouth and it snapped against my stomach. I thrust my hips up, pushing my
dick towards his mouth. He licked each of my testicles and took them into
his mouth one at a time. He moved lower, his tongue running underneath my
scrotum. He pushed the back of my thighs so that my legs were bent at the
knees. I closed my eyes and held his head and tried to relax. Then I felt
his tongue run across my hole. I gasped. "Oh! Andy!"

Mac swirled his tongue around my tight hole. He licked and sucked at the
puckered skin and I writhed around on the bed. I felt his tongue push in
slightly. Mac moaned as he licked and sucked at my tender ass.

When he moved his mouth away and began kissing the insides of my thighs, I
whimpered in frustration. He looked up at me with a smug grin. "You like
that, baby?"

I nodded.

"You want more?"

I nodded again. "Please..." I whispered.

Mac bent over the bed and opened his bag. I saw him pull out a tube of
KY. He squeezed some out onto his fingers.

"Relax, Mikey. I'm not gonna hurt you."

I lay back and felt the cold jelly touch my hole. Mac smeared it all
around. He took my dick into his mouth and began sucking. I felt his finger
pushing and I tensed up. Mac sucked harder and bounced his mouth up and
down. I groaned and collapsed back on the bed and his finger slid right
into me.

I gasped at the feeling. It didn't hurt. It felt strange. Full. Mac gently
sucked me as he held his finger still. He pulled off my dick and let it
snap against my belly. He started moving his finger slowly in and out of me
and twisting it around. He pressed and rubbed up against something inside
of me and I practically leapt off the bed.

"Oh! Andy, oh god..."

Andy licked my nuts and around my hole as he fucked me with his finger. He
ran his tongue up my shaft and I lost it.

"Andy, I'm cumming! Oh, god!"

Mac clamped his lips around my cock head and I spurt into his mouth. He
slowed his finger movements and then pulled out of me and my softened penis
slipped from his mouth. He moved up on top of me and kissed me. I could
taste the remnants of my cum on his tongue. I sucked and licked at his
tongue.

This time when I felt his dick poking between my legs I pushed back into
him. Mac pushed his penis into my ass crack and rubbed it up and down.

"You want to try something bigger?" he asked me, his voice low and
husky. "If you ask me to stop, I will stop. I promise."

"Make love to me, Andy. I'm ready."

"I'm going to stretch you with my fingers first."

Mac squirted KY onto his fingers and inserted this index finger into me. I
laid back and closed my eyes as he moved it in and out of me. Mac pushed a
second finger into me and held still for a second while I got used to
it. He kissed me all around my crotch and thighs. I moaned loudly when he
started moving in and out of me. When he added the third finger, I gasped
at the pain. Mac gently pushed down on my stomach.

"It's okay... relax, Mikey," he said in a calm and soothing voice.

After a few moments, he started moving his three fingers in and out of
me. He stretched and twisted and rubbed my prostate. Soon, I was writhing
around the bed and whimpering and moaning. "Oh, god..."

Mac pulled his fingers out and reached down into his bag and pulled out
some condom packages. He kept one and put the rest on the nightstand. I sat
up on my elbows to look. He tore open the gold packet and removed the
condom. He saw me looking and handed me the condom packet. It said Trojan
MAGNUM Large Size. I set the packet on the bed and watched him roll it onto
his penis. He squeezed KY lube onto the shaft and then used his hand to
coat it. He put another drop on the tip and then squeezed a little bit onto
his fingers. He spread it into my hole with his fingers.

"Turn over, Mikey. It'll be easier."

Mac guided me over onto my stomach.

"Relax, Mikey. Remember how good my mouth and finger felt? This is gonna be
even better. It's gonna hurt at first, but I promise it will get better. I
love you, Mikey."

"I love you, Andy. I trust you."

I laid my head on the pillow and took a deep breath. Mac moved over on top
of me between my legs and I felt his latex covered cock rub against my
hole.

"When I push in, push out. It'll make it go in easier."

I felt the pressure and I pushed out like I was going to the bathroom. I
felt the head pop into me. A sharp searing pain caused me to cramp up.

"Andy, it hurts." I gritted my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut.

Mac wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck and my face. "Just give
it a minute, baby. It'll get better. I promise. I love you so much, baby."

The pain did start to go away after a few seconds. It was still slightly
uncomfortable. Mac slowly pushed into me a little bit more, then pulled out
and slid back in, going in a little further. He held still for a second so
that I could adjust.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah."

Mac pushed in a little more, then pulled out and back in a little bit
further. I grunted at the discomfort. This time when he pulled out, he
shifted his angle slightly as he pushed in and his dick rubbed against my
prostate. "Oh, god!"

Mac began moving slowly in and out, pushing more and more into me. After a
few strokes in and out, rubbing my prostate, I felt his hairy pubic bush
press into my ass and I felt his large ball sac against mine.

"You took it all the way, Mikey. Are you doing okay?"

"Yeah. I'm okay. It's starting to feel good, like you said."

Mac began moving in and out of me slowly. "You feel so good, baby. You're
so hot and tight inside."

Mac increased his thrusting speed and intensity. It felt warm and the
sensations changed from pain to pure pleasure. My dick twitched every time
he hit my prostate.

"You feel so big, Andy. It feels so good," I sighed.

Mac pulled out of me. I looked back at him and he rolled me over onto my
back. He spread my legs apart and pushed my knees up towards my chest. He
hooked them over his elbows and moved so his dick was pointed at my
hole. He pushed the head at me a couple of times until he found my hole. He
sunk in all the way to the root. I gasped as it slid past my prostate. I
ran my hands through the hair on his chest as he began moving inside me.

He unhooked my legs and wrapped them around his waist. He leaned down into
me and began kissing me. I wrapped my arms around his back. He pumped into
me harder and faster and I was moaning and whimpering, pushing back up
against him.

"Oh, Andy, yes..."

"Mikey, you're so hot. You make me feel so fucking good. You're my
baby. You're mine, all mine."

"Yes, Andy, I'm yours."

Mac fucked me harder and I started to feel like I was getting
close. Neither Mac nor I had touched my cock. His big thick cock inside me,
the sensations of it sliding against my hole and rubbing along my prostate,
his breathing and grunting, the squishing sounds, his hairy belly rubbing
against the bottom of my shaft... all of it was bringing me to the edge.

"Andy, I think I'm gonna cum."

"Oh, fuck, yeah, baby. I'm gonna fuck the cum out of you."

"I'm cumming, Andy, I'm cumming!"

"Yeah, baby, I'm cumming with you! Oh, fuck, here it comes!"

We both groaned and grunted loudly as we both came. I sprayed cum all over
our bellies and Mac unloaded inside me into the condom.

I fell back into the bed and Mac collapsed on top of me with his penis
still embedded inside me.

I grabbed onto Mac and squeezed him tight. I buried my head into his neck
and tears fell down my cheeks.

"Andy... I didn't know it could feel like that..."

Mac kissed me and wiped the tears from my eyes.

I sniffled. "I wish you had been my first."

"I am your first, Mikey. What that drunk frat boy did was assault. We just
made love. I was your first, baby. You just gave me your virginity."

"Andy," I cried. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Mikey."

I felt Mac's penis soften enough to slip out of me. He pushed up and back
onto his knees. I lifted up onto my elbows to see him. The condom was
hanging off his half-erect dick. The end was full and heavy with cum. Mac
pulled it off and tied the end. He grabbed a tissue and wadded the condom
up in it and dropped it onto the floor. He laid down next to me on his
side.

"I was so nervous," I said. "I was scared I wouldn't be able to do it,
scared that it wouldn't be good for you."

"What? Are you kidding? That was hands down the best sex I ever had. You
were fucking incredible, Mikey."

"So were you, Andy."

"Mikey, we haven't talked about this, but already think of us as
boyfriends. I want us to be exclusive. I want you all to myself."

"That's what I want too, Andy."

***

After a wonderful weekend at the cabin, we returned home. Sitting alone in
my apartment on Sunday night, I felt very lonely and empty, but knowing
that Mac and I were officially boyfriends comforted me immensely.

Throughout August, Mac and I continued dating. The guys at his shop thought
nothing of me stopping by. They all knew Mac was gay and they saw how happy
he was when I was around. I know I was happy when I was around him.

Saturdays, I'd go to the shop at lunch time and we'd go out and have a long
lunch together. Mac was very friendly with the guys at the shop. He wanted
to be their friend and not just their boss. I joined them on occasion after
work for beer and wings or to watch a game. Mac also had a buddy he went
riding with, and a couple times I joined Mac along with his buddy and his
buddy's girlfriend for long rides on his motorcycle.

Sometimes during the week, if it was slow, Mac would come and pick me up at
work at lunch time. I got several odd looks from people at work who were
wondering why I was getting in a big pickup truck or on a Harley with a
tattooed biker guy, but I didn't care what they thought. I even got along
better with my boss. I just did my work, and stopped worrying and letting
him bother me. He still treated me like crap, but I was too happy to care.

We were spending our nights together more often than not, four or five
nights a week. Most of the time, I stayed at his house. We made love often,
usually Andy on top, face to face. And many times, more than once. He said
he couldn't get enough of me and I felt the same desire for him.

I started going to the gym with Mac the three nights a week he went. I did
the treadmill and he also had me do strength exercises with weights so I
could get some definition in my arms and chest. I wasn't crazy about going
to the gym, but I liked that I got to spend more time with Mac. I was
embarrassed about showering in the locker room at first, but after a couple
of times I got used to it. I was amazed at how comfortable he was about
being naked in the locker room. I guess if I had a body like his, I would
show it off too. The thing I didn't like was that guys sometimes hit on
him, and sometimes right in front of me. He always politely turned them
down and would get more forceful if they didn't back off.

There was one incident where he had to tell a guy to back off. Mac told him
he was being disrespectful to me when he could see that we were
boyfriends. We talked about it on the way home. I thought it was obvious
that we were there together. I mean, Mac was not at all shy about touching
me or being close to me whether in the gym or not. We didn't hold hands or
kiss in public, but he was always near and it wasn't uncommon to find his
arm around me or his hand on my shoulder, the nape of my neck or the small
of my back. He basically said some guys are pigs and they're selfish and
only look out for themselves and don't care who they hurt. I realized that
when he was nearby or touching me in public, it was his way of 'marking his
territory'. He was making sure everyone knew that I was his. I found that
feeling very comforting and it pleased me very much. I certainly wanted
everyone to know that I was his and he was mine.

In September on Labor Day weekend, Mac took me to his Mom's house for a
barbecue. I introduced me to his family as 'my boyfriend, Mike'. With the
exception of his oldest brother, they were all very accepting of me and I
felt very welcome. His mom seemed to especially like me. She hovered over
me and constantly offered me food and drink. I glanced at Mac and he was
standing there with his arms folded with a big grin on his face.

***

It was the Monday the last week of September when I noticed that people
were looking at me different. I swear that people were talking behind my
back and would stop when they saw me. My boss had turned especially
nasty. Someone finally told me what was going on. Apparently my asshole
co-worker Vic had taken his car to Mac's shop the Saturday morning
before. He saw me in the office with Mac and apparently he had seen Mac and
me kissing. He told my boss and everyone else at work. I didn't say
anything to Mac and I figured if I ignored it, the problem would go away.

Then the database server my application used had a hardware problem. It was
down for two days. During the developer staff meeting, my boss went off on
me. He was yelling and cursing. I tried to explain that it was a hardware
problem and that was the infrastructure group's responsibility, but it
didn't matter. I was ultimately responsible and the downtime would be
recorded on my annual review. He then added, with that and all of my other
'fuck-ups', I shouldn't count on getting a bonus this year. I was
pissed. Vic was sitting there with a smug look on his face and my other
co-workers looked at me with pity, but no one said anything to defend me.

After the meeting, I stood outside the door waiting for everyone to leave,
so I could talk to my boss. That was when I heard him tell Vic, "The little
cocksucker will be gone by the end of the year."

I returned to my desk with tears in my eyes. I finally got out of work and
headed over to Mac's shop. I was supposed to go out with him and his
friends to a sports bar for wings and beer and to watch a game.

When I got to the shop just after 7, it was empty except for Mac who was at
the register counting the cash and receipts. He unlocked the door and let
me in and kissed me.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asked.

I broke down and told him everything that happened, about Vic seeing us,
the meeting, the no bonus, the cocksucker comment. He was furious. He said
I should go back in the morning and tell the asshole to fuck off and
quit. I couldn't do that, but I promised that I'd start looking for another
job.

Mac put together the night's deposit and shut off the lights. I followed
him back to the office where he sat at the desk and entered the days
figures into the computer. I hopped up and sat on the counter and waited
for him to finish. I didn't feel much like going out and I just looked down
at my legs as I kicked them back and forth. He kept looking up at me. When
he shut down the computer, he walked up to me and pushed my legs apart. He
grabbed me by my tie and pulled me towards him and kissed me hard, pushing
his tongue deep into my mouth.

"I want you. Right here. Right now," he growled.

Mac unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, then tugged at the waist and I
lifted my butt so he could pull them off and push them to the floor. He
knocked my right shoe off and let my pants hang off my left foot. He
unzipped his coveralls, unbuckled his jeans and unzipped and pulled his
hard dick out. He pulled a condom out of his wallet and rolled it down his
cock. He fished around a drawer and pulled out a tube of lube. After
slicking up his cock and fingering my hole, he pulled my butt to the edge
of the counter and slid partway into my ass. I cried out and grabbed onto
him. He paused for me to get used to it and when I pushed back onto his
bone, he began fucking me hard and fast.

I threw my head back and let him pound me. I begged for him and he moaned
and grunted and whispered dirty, filthy things into my ear. I came all over
my dress shirt and my spasming sphincter milked the cum out of him. He
pushed into me and unloaded into the condom. He pulled out and tied the
condom off and tossed it into the trash can. I had to take off my shirt and
tie because I had cum all over me. Mac looked around and found a Midtown
Auto mechanic's shirt. It was a little big on me, but at least it didn't
have cum all over it. After locking up, we headed to the sports bar.

***

My brother Jacob's wedding was on the third Saturday of October. I was one
of his groomsmen out of obligation, not because he wanted me. I was the
fourth and last groomsman. He didn't want me up there and I wasn't crazy
about being there. I know Mom and Dad made him do it and that made it even
worse.

A couple weeks before the wedding I had gone for the tux fitting with
Jacob. I was talking to Mac about the fitting the next day and he seemed
distracted. We went out to dinner and he said he couldn't stay the night
because he had to be in extra early in the morning. I tried to act like I
wasn't upset. Then he did the same three more times.

The weekend before the wedding, on Saturday night we had dinner and then
returned to my apartment. We had made love and I thought it was wonderful
like it always was. When he pulled out of me, he tossed the condom in the
trash and got up and got dressed. I asked him to please stay, but he said
he needed to get up early. He put on his clothes and walked out to the
living room. He grabbed his keys off the table by the door. I tried to stop
him before he walked out the door. "Andy?" I pleaded with tears in my
eyes. He left without a word. I cried myself to sleep that night.

I didn't see Mac again until Wednesday. We went out to dinner and he wasn't
very talkative. When we went back to my place, we sat on the couch watching
TV. He didn't move to put his arm around me and we sat in uncomfortable
silence. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Andy, what's wrong? Have I done something?"

Mac sighed and looked at me blankly. "You honestly don't know what's wrong?
What are you doing this weekend?"

"I have Jacob's wedding on Saturday."

Mac sighed again and stood up. "It's getting late. I'd better go."

I stood and grabbed his hand. "Andy, please, I don't understand."

"You're going to your brother's wedding on Saturday. I've been waiting for
you to ask me to go with you. Christ, Mikey, I even bought a suit."

"Andy, I didn't--"

"Don't bother, Mike. It's obvious you don't want me to go with you. I
thought you were different. Do your parents even know you're dating me?"

I opened my mouth, but I was stunned speechless. He was right. I never told
them about Andy.

Mac shook his head. "That's what I thought. I love you, Mike. I thought you
were 'the one'. But if you are ashamed to be seen with me, I can't be with
you. I'm not gonna hide in the shadows when our relationship is not
convenient for you. Take care of yourself, Mike."

Mac turned towards the door and I grabbed his arm.

"Andy, please! Please don't go! Talk to me. Give me a chance to fix it," I
said. Tears were streaming down my cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Mike. I... I can't do this," Mac said and turned away.

"Andy, please..."

Mac pulled his arm away from me and left. I fell against the door and slid
to the floor and sobbed uncontrollably.

***

"What the fuck is your problem, Mike?"

I looked up at my brother. "Sorry, Jacob."

"Get your shit together. You've been moping around here all
morning. Fucking pay attention."

I pulled myself together enough to pay attention to what I was supposed to
do. I walked down the aisle with my bridesmaid partner, some friend of
Kelly's, Jacob's wife to be. I can't even remember the girl's
name. Standing at the front of the church next to my brother's friends, I
looked out at the people sitting in the church. Mom and Dad were in the
front. Dad was smiling proudly and Mom was crying. Andy should be sitting
with them next to my sister Jill, but he wasn't. And it was my fault.

Andy left me on Wednesday and wouldn't answer my calls. I stopped by the
shop on Friday night, but Dirk said he had left early for the day. I just
stood there looking at Dirk and I started to cry. Dirk hugged me awkwardly
and I felt embarrassed and ashamed. I excused myself and ran back to my
car.

And standing at the front of the church at my brother's wedding, tears ran
down my face. Not for Jacob and Kelly, but for myself because I had thrown
away the best thing that ever happened to me.

After the ceremony, I pulled myself together enough for the pictures after
Jacob shot me a dirty look.

My bridesmaid partner had brought her boyfriend and I gave up my seat at
the bride's table to him. I made my way to an empty table in the back and
sat by myself, feeling completely alone.

"Michael."

I looked up and Dad was standing in front of me pointing towards the
door. The look on his face said he was pissed and was not to be
challenged. I stood up and followed him to the lobby of the reception hall.

"What the hell is wrong with you, boy? It's your brother's wedding and
you're sitting around like someone shot your god damned dog."

I looked up and Mom and Jill walked up behind Dad.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Mom asked.

I started crying. "He broke up with me, Mom."

"He broke up with you? You were dating someone? Who?" she asked.

"Andy," I cried. "He said I was ashamed to be with him. We had been dating
for four months and I never told you. I love him so much and now he's
gone. I fucked everything up."

I hung my head down. Mom put her arms around me and I laid my head on her
shoulder and sobbed.

"Who's Andy?" Dad asked.

I sniffled and wiped my nose. "Andy MacDonald. Mac. You met him at the
farmer's market."

"The biker?" Dad sneered.

"Yes. He's not a biker. He owns an auto shop."

"Well, you're better off. Guys like that are trouble."

"You don't even know him, Dad. He's not like that. He doesn't do drugs and
he's not in a gang. He's smart, funny, and the nicest guy I've ever
met. He's in love with me and treats me like I'm the greatest guy in the
world. Or he used to. But he's gone because I was too scared to tell you
about him, because I knew this is how you'd react."

"Don't try to put the blame me, Mike," Dad said. "If you really wanted him
and loved him like you said, you wouldn't have kept him a
secret. Obviously, you knew this thing was going nowhere."

"You know, that Sandra Bullock married that man with all those tattoos,"
Mom said. "And I read he's very nice."

"Yeah, mom. It's just like that. I'm just like Sandra Bullock."

"Don't give your mother attitude, boy," Dad warned.

"I don't feel good. I'm going home."

I got in my car and drove back to my apartment. Still dressed in my tux, I
crawled into bed and cried myself to sleep.

I spent all day Sunday in bed, and called in sick on Monday. I tried to
call Andy, but he didn't answer. I left him a voice mail, but he didn't
call me back. I got up and drove to the shop and Dirk said he took the week
off and didn't say where he was going. He looked at me with pity and I just
hung my head and walked away.

I spent the rest of the week moping and crying until I couldn't cry
anymore. I called Andy one more time and left him another voice mail. If he
didn't call me back, then I wouldn't bother him anymore.

***

It had been over three weeks since we broke up when my boss came in at the
last minute and gave me a 'priority 1' request. By the time I got done, it
was after 9:00. I was exhausted. I packed up my bag and headed to the
elevator. I loosened my tie and unbuttoned my top shirt button. I was
starved, so I pulled into the rib shack and ordered a half rib plate to
go. The cashier gave me my drink and I moved aside to wait for my order. I
turned and looked in the restaurant and there he was.

Andy was sitting in a booth with a really cute blond haired 'twink'. Andy
was wearing jeans and white tank top with an unbuttoned short-sleeve shirt
over it, his usual outfit. I looked a closer and realized he and the blond
guy were talking and laughing and then the twink reached across the table
and put his hand on Andy's arm. He was on a date. He had already moved on.

I drew in a sharp breath and my drink slipped out of my hand and splashed
all over the floor. The entire restaurant turned and looked at me. Mac's
eyes locked onto mine and I ran out of the restaurant to my car. I unlocked
the door and sat behind the wheel and sobbed.

A knock on the window scared me and I jumped. It was the cashier. I rolled
down the window and he handed me my order and a new drink. "Are you, like,
okay?" he asked, his face in a grimace as he looked at me like the freak
that I was.

"I'm fine. Thank you."

I gave the boy a couple bucks and rolled up the window. I dug into the bag
and pulled out a couple of napkins and blew my nose, then wiped my face
with another one.

I jumped again when there was another knock on the window. When I turned
this time, I was eye level with a bulging crotch in blue jeans.

"Mike."

I fumbled for my keys, but Andy opened the car door. "Mike, come on out."

I sighed and got out of the car. "Hi, A-- Mac."

"I'm really sorry, Mike. I didn't mean for you..."

"I didn't mean to embarrass you back there," I said.

"Mac, who is this?" the twink asked as he walked up.

"Can you give us a minute please?" Andy asked impatiently.

The twink rolled his eyes and sighed and walked back to the sidewalk in
front of the restaurant.

"I should let you get back to your date," I said.

"I'm really sorry, Mikey."

"Maaac!" the twink whined.

"No, Mac," I said. "I'm the one who's sorry."

I started crying really hard and I got in my car and started it and sped
home.

***

The next day at work, my boss chewed me out in front of the entire
staff. That morning I had made a mistake on a report and he presented it in
a meeting to his boss and was embarrassed when the mistake was pointed
out. He told me to get my act together or I'd be looking for a new job. I
was completely humiliated, but it was my fault. I just couldn't
concentrate. All I could think about was Andy with that other guy.

When I got down to my car at 6:30, to make my day even better, the battery
was dead. The past couple days, it had been sluggish to get started after
sitting for a while. I could have kicked myself for not taking care of it
before it died. I went back upstairs and got the phone book. I tried a
couple places and they weren't open, and I bit the bullet and called
Midtown Auto, praying that Andy wouldn't answer.

"Midtown Auto, Dirk speaking."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Hi, Dirk... Um, this is Mike. Mike Andrews."

"Hi, Mike. Uh, Mac isn't available right now."

"Oh, I wasn't calling to... I mean, my car battery is dead, I think. I
think I need a new battery or a jump and then I can go get one. Can you
help me?"

"Sure, kid. I'm looking you up in the computer. Yeah, we got a battery for
your car. I'll bring it down with a battery tester. Give me 15 minutes."

"Thanks, Dirk."

"No problem."

I hung up and went down to the parking deck. I sat in my car and
waited. When I saw the tow truck, I got out. I wanted to die when Andy
hopped out of the truck with the battery. Andy looked momentarily surprised
when he saw me.

"Mike. You, uh, having problems with your battery?"

"Yeah," I croaked out.

Andy popped the hood and hooked up the battery tester.

"Yeah, it's dead. Why didn't you get this taken care of before it died? I'm
sure you must have had problems starting it the past few days."

"I know..."

Andy unhooked the battery and removed it from the bracket. He installed the
new battery. He took my keys and the car started right up.

"Thanks, Mac."

Andy shut the hood and threw the old battery into his truck.

"How much do I owe you?" I asked, pulling out my wallet and checkbook.

"No charge."

"I can't let you do that. That wouldn't be right."

"It's to make up for yesterday."

"You didn't do anything wrong. I was the one who made a fool of myself. I'm
not going to let you give me a free battery and service just because you
feel sorry for me, Mac."

"Mike."

"Please, Mac. Just let me pay for it."

I started filling in a check and my hands were shaking and my eyes were
brimming with tears.

"Nothing happened with him, Mike. He wanted me to go out with him, just for
dinner he said. There wasn't anything between us."

"You don't owe me an explanation, Mac."

"I saw how hurt you were. I saw the tears. The look on your face... I never
wanted to hurt you, Mikey. Please believe me."

"I believe you, Mac."

I stood there with my pen and checkbook trying to hold it together.

Andy sighed and finally said, "45 dollars."

I filled in the amount and gave him the check. "Where's Dirk?"

"He said he needed to head out and gave me the call. He didn't say it was
for you. He thinks he's clever. I'm gonna have to have a talk with him."

I smiled and laughed a little bit.

"Are you hungry? Do you wanna go grab a pizza?"

"I don't know... I don't think I can do that..."

"Why not?"

"I can't be friends with you, Mac. I... just can't do it. It hurts too
much."

Andy put his arms around me and held me and I burst into tears and cried
into his chest. I didn't think I could cry any more tears for him, but here
I was, bawling. Again. We stood there in the parking deck until I stopped
crying.

"I told them," I whispered.

"Hmm?"

"I told my parents what happened. At the wedding. Ha. Dad was yelling at me
to stop moping around and I told them everything. That I had been dating
you for four months... since they saw us at the farmer's market... why you
broke up with me. You were right, Mac. I was scared and I really hurt you
and I'm so sorry."

Andy stroked the back of my hair. "I should have said something to you
sooner. You didn't know how I was feeling and I didn't give you a chance to
respond. We should have talked. Instead I got pissed and shut you out. I
was a real dick. So... We're both sorry and we're both hungry. Now let's go
get some pizza."

I looked up at him and he bent down and kissed me gently.

"I missed you so much, Andy."

"I missed you too, Mikey. It feels good to hear you call me 'Andy'. Every
time you called me 'Mac', it was like a jab to my heart."

Andy's voice cracked a little and he cleared his throat and blinked a few
times. "Follow me to the shop so I can get rid of this truck."

I nodded. I got in my car and followed the tow truck to his shop. I parked
my car and Andy motioned for me to get out. I got out and put my laptop bag
in the truck and locked the doors. I followed him to his Harley and he gave
me my helmet and I got on the back of the bike.

"Hold on tight, Mikey," he said as he climbed on.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and closed my eyes and leaned into his
back as we rode to Vinny's. We shared a Hawaiian pizza just like our first
'date'. Andy also ordered two beers.

"Drink your beer, Mikey," Andy said, pushing the glass in front of me. "You
need to relax."

I took a big swig of the beer. "I'm nervous, Andy."

"Why? It's just me."

"I'm scared," I whispered and then gulped down another mouthful.

"Of what?"

"I'm hoping that you'll give me a second chance and scared to death that
you'll reject me."

I closed my eyes before the tears could fall and swallowed nervously.

"Mikey. Look at me."

I looked up into Andy's blue eyes.

"I'm here. We're here together. We're gonna work through this. I
promise. Please don't cry. Okay?"

I nodded.

We made small talk and caught up on the past couple weeks before I got
serious.

"Andy, I'm sorry for hurting you. If we can try again, I promise I won't
ever hide our relationship from anyone."

"Mikey, I'm sorry for treating you the way I did. Our first fight and I
acted like a dick and bailed. It won't happen again."

Andy took my hand and kissed the top of my fingers. After finishing the
pizza, I let Andy pay the bill. We got on his Harley and he pulled out of
the parking lot, but turned in the wrong direction. We were going to his
house. I tightened my hold around him and nuzzled into his back.

He pulled into the driveway and parked the bike in the garage. He took my
hand and led me into the house. He kicked off his boots at the door and I
did the same with my shoes. He bolted the door behind us and led me through
the dark house to his bedroom. He let go of my hand and walked to his
bathroom and turned on the light and partially closed the door. Just the
right amount of light spilled into the bedroom, allowing us to see each
other. Andy cupped my face in his hands.

"Mikey. I love you so fucking much. I can't ever be without you again."

"Andy, I'm yours forever. I love you, too."

Andy bent down and kissed me hard and deep. I opened my mouth to him and
his tongue swirled around mine.

"You make me so hard, Mikey," he whispered as he pulled me tighter to his
body. "I want you so fucking bad."

Andy made love to me and it was amazing. He was hard and rough, but still
gentle. It had been a couple weeks for both of us and we both came
quickly. He pulled out and got another condom and made love to me
again. When the alarm went off in the morning, we made love again.

***

I called Mom and said I wanted to invite her and Dad over to my apartment
to meet Andy, my boyfriend. She insisted that we come over to their house
so that she could prepare a 'real' dinner. There was no arguing with her,
so that's what we did. Andy bought a nice bottle of scotch and some cigars
that he thought might help give him and Dad some common ground.

It was awkward at first, but after a while Andy charmed both Mom and
Dad. Mom thought he was a 'really nice man'. I was so embarrassed when she
brought up Sandra Bullock and her husband again, but her heart was in the
right place and Andy thought it was really funny.

He and Dad bonded over their favorite sports teams. Dad and Andy talked
about Andy's business, and Dad seemed genuinely interested. When Andy
pulled out the cigars and scotch, Dad was hooked. I followed them out to
the back deck while they drank the liquor and puffed their cigars. Andy
pulled my chair close to his and had his arm around my shoulders while he
and Dad talked about 'guy stuff'. I had the biggest grin ever plastered
across my face. Before we left, Mom hugged Andy and kissed him on the
cheek, just like she did to me. Dad surprised me by shaking Andy's hand,
then pulling him into a warm hug and patting him on the back.

Mom and Dad started having us over for dinner regularly and we also had
them over to Andy's house once. Seeing the way they accepted Andy made me
feel so good. We had Thanksgiving dinner at my parents house with my sister
and brother and his wife. I think Kelly maybe was a good influence on
Jacob. She liked Andy right away and Jacob begrudgingly got along with
him. We spent that evening at Andy's mom's house with his family.

That night I laid in Andy's bed, cuddled up against his chest after making
love.

"Mikey? When is your lease up on your apartment?"

"The end of December. I'm supposed to renew it next week."

"Call them and give your thirty days notice."

"Andy?"

"Mikey, I can't be without you. I need you here with me. Every night. I
want to share my home with you."

There was a lot of hugs and kisses and crying (well, I was the one doing
the crying of course).

I called the leasing office and gave my notice the next day. I actually
never left Andy's home. That weekend, he called up some of his buddies and
we moved all of my things out of the apartment into his house. The stuff
that we didn't want, like my old couch, we donated to Goodwill. We put my
bedroom set in the empty third bedroom and made it a guest bedroom.

***

As great as my personal life was, my professional life was a nightmare. We
had another problem with the database server. One of the hard drives went
down and it should have been hot-swappable, but the server crashed when
they tried to fix it. They ended up restoring the database from a backup
and we lost a day's work. That was the excuse my boss was looking for. He
fired me.

I had enough money saved up that it wasn't a problem, plus living with Andy
I didn't have as many expenses since everything was shared by the both of
us. I started looking for a new job and I found one fairly quickly.

My new boss was gay and lived with his partner. They actually got married
in Massachusetts when it became legal and recently adopted a baby girl. The
atmosphere at work was fun and pleasant. I hadn't realized how
dysfunctional my old company was until I started work at my new job.

***

As Christmas approached, I told Andy I wanted to do something special for
him for Christmas, but I needed his help. I wanted to get a tattoo and I
wanted to know what to do and where to go. He was touched, but
concerned. He made sure that I knew that it was permanent and it was what I
really wanted to do, for myself and not because I thought he wanted me
to. He made the appointment for the next Saturday.

We went down to his friend's tattoo shop and Andy introduced me to Bax. I
told Bax I wanted a word and I wanted it on my left pec. He showed me the
fonts and I picked out an old english style font. He asked what I wanted it
to say and I told him 'ANDY'. Bax made a joke and chuckled about it being
cute that I was going to put Andy's name above my heart and he said I was a
sweet boy.

I blushed in embarrassment because that's what I was trying to do and I
didn't want it to be a joke, but when I looked up at Andy, he had tears in
his eyes. One fell down his left cheek and he hugged me and whispered in my
ear how much he loved me. He then told Bax that he wanted MIKEY in the same
style in the same place when Bax finished up with me.

Andy held my hand while I got mine done. It took longer than I thought and
it hurt like hell, but Bax said I was a brave boy and did good. Andy had to
have part of his chest shaved to get his done and when Andy saw the look on
my face, he laughed and assured me the hair would grow back. I held Andy's
hand, but I guess he was used to it and it didn't even look like he was
uncomfortable.

***

After the first of the year, Andy and I went to vacation in Provincetown,
Massachusetts. We stayed at a gay-friendly bed and breakfast. It wasn't
really busy since it was winter, but they said it was a great place to
visit in the winter.

That first day we were walking hand in hand and we ended up in a jewelry
store. Andy brought me over to the rings. He asked the clerk to look at a
platinum wedding band. It was a very simple, heavy, masculine band. It was
perfect and I much preferred it over the gold. Andy clearly had all of this
planned out. My heart was beating so fast I thought my chest was going to
explode.

"Mikey, what do you think about this one?"

"It's beautiful, Andy."

"So, what do you say, Mikey? You wanna get married?"

I nodded, "Yes."

Andy cupped my face and kissed me deeply and sensually right there in the
store. He wiped my tears away with his thumbs and the clerk sized our
fingers and I bought Andy's ring and he bought mine.

Andy had already done his research and brought our birth certificates and
knew exactly what we needed to do. We went to the clerk and applied for the
marriage license and paid the fee. We went to a clinic and got our medical
certificates to make sure we didn't have any diseases and also got HIV
tests. After waiting the three days, we got our license and a justice of
the peace performed the ceremony.

When we went to bed that night, it was our first night as a married
couple. It was very emotional for both of us. Andy was on top of me,
between my legs. He had stretched me with his fingers and I was ready for
him.

Andy rested his forehead on mine and I locked onto his deep blue eyes.

"We both tested negative, Mikey," he whispered. "It's you babe for the rest
of my life. Only you."

"Yes, Andy," I replied.

I never wanted Andy more than I did right then. He lubed his huge erection
with the gel and pushed the head into me with a groan. His dick was red hot
and slid into me fully with ease.

"Oh, fuck, Mikey. I've never felt anything like this before. I fuckin' love
you, baby."

Andy held me tight and kissed me as he pumped his raw penis in and out of
me and the emotions were overwhelming. Knowing we were making love without
any barriers for the first time was too much for me to handle. I was
gripping his shoulders and thrusting my hips back up to him. He laid his
forehead back onto mine and looked me in the eyes.

"Oh, god, Andy. It feels so good. I'm so close. Cum inside me, Andy,
please."

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby, I'm gonna fill you up. Here it comes, baby!"

"Oh, god! Yes, Andy!"

"Fuck!"

Andy grunted and thrust into me. I felt his cock pulsing over and over and
I knew he was blasting a large amount of cum inside me. I cried out his
name once more and spurted over and over between our bodies.

"Oh, Jesus... oh, fuck," Andy groaned as he collapsed on top of me.

We held each other, panting, trying to catch our breath.

"You are the best ever, babe," Andy whispered into my ear. "The fuckin'
best."

I smiled with pride knowing that I please him so. Andy was still rock hard
inside me. He lifted himself up onto his arms and looked between our
bodies. He started thrusting again.

"Oh, god, Andy," I whimpered. "Fuck me again."

Andy pounded my ass hard and fast. We both lasted longer this time. The
lube and semen from our first coupling squished and frothed and made a mess
as it leaked out of my hole and onto the bed.

Andy kissed my tattoo before moving his mouth to my neck where he sucked
hard and nipped the skin with his teeth, marking me as his for the world to
see. The bed creaked and groaned under us as he furiously thrust in and out
of me, his hips loudly slapping against my ass. When we came, we both cried
out loudly. His dick finally softened and slipped out of me.

After we relaxed a bit, we got up and took a shower and gently washed each
other. Andy had shot two huge loads inside me and it was running down my
leg. I tried to hide my embarrassment as he insisted he help me clean up
back there; we were married now after all.

After drying each other off, we returned to the bed. Andy laid down a dry
towel over the wet spot. I fell asleep with my husband spooned behind me,
his hairy chest pressed up against my back, his left arm draped over
me. The platinum band on his ring finger shining in the moonlight was the
last thing I remember seeing before I fell asleep.

***

When returned from our vacation, we had dinner with Andy's mom and she was
overjoyed when we told her our news. She hugged and kissed me over and
over, and promised to have a celebration dinner soon with the family.

We had dinner with my parents the next night. They were both extremely
upset. "How could you!" Mom exclaimed. Andy and I were shocked. We thought
they'd be happy for us. They were upset that we 'eloped' and didn't allow
them to participate in our ceremony. Andy started laughing when he realized
why they were so upset and I did too.

Mom and Dad hugged the both of us. Mom kissed us both on the cheek as she
hugged us. Happy tears fell down her cheeks.

Before Dad hugged Andy, he held him by the shoulders and said, "Welcome to
my family, son. I love you." Andy hugged Dad back and Andy softly cried on
his shoulder.

Andy wiped the tears from his eyes. "My entire life no man has ever called
me 'son' and said they loved me," he said.

When Dad pulled Andy back to him and quietly told him "I love you like you
were my own boy," I cried too.

I was overjoyed that my parents loved my Andy so much. Mom insisted that
Andy call her "Mom" and Dad asked that Andy call him "Dad" or "Pop". Both
of them got teary eyed the first time Andy called him "Pop".

Mom and Dad decided to throw a wedding reception party for us two weeks
from Saturday. We threw together a guest list, which included my family and
Andy's family, all of the guys in his shop, some of my co-workers, some our
parents' friends, and a handful of others.

The reception was very nice, but simple. Dad stood in front of everyone and
asked them to grab a glass of champagne for a toast. He pulled me and Andy
up next to him.

"I want to thank everyone for coming," Dad said. "As you all know, we're
here to celebrate the marriage of my son Michael Andrews to Andrew
MacDonald. I'm not a man of many words, but I want everyone to know how
proud I am of my son and how happy I am to have another son join my
family. Mike... Andy... I love you both and here's to a lifetime of
happiness."

Dad raised his glass and everyone drank to the toast.

"Thanks, Dad," I said, blinking back tears.

"Thanks, Pop," Andy added.

Someone clinked their glass and then everyone else started in. I rolled my
eyes and groaned and Andy laughed. He grabbed me and pulled me to him, then
leaned down and kissed me hard, deep, open mouthed...

"I love you, Mikey."

"And I love you, Andy."

"Forever."

"Forever."