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Evolution
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Evolution
by
Brad Gillespie
and
Mike Golobay
Oh no. The Friday Afternoon Clock Watching had
already begun. I sighed, rested my hands on the
keyboard and tried to get into some interesting work
that would make the rest of the day fly by, but just
couldn't get into it. I glanced at my watch again
just a minute and a half after the last time I had
done the same thing and sighed.
Before I could make another effort to press
myself at work I didn't want to do, Tim walked in
and sat down in the chair across from my desk. The
room seemed to brighten with the light of his boyish
smile and the happy glow that always seemed to
travel around with him.
"Mr. Carey!" I exclaimed in mock surprise.
Tim hated being called "Mr.", so I always did it
just to get some playful sparks to fly.
"Hey old man, don't call me mister!"
"Old man! Look you'll be thirty-seven in just
twelve short years and then we'll see if you like
being called 'Old Man'"
He gave a non-committal shrug and began to
fiddle with my desk toys. "So whatcha doing?"
I thought about lying and telling him about the
mountains of work I was simultaneously doing while
dealing with our customer's data processing manager,
balancing the project's budget, and preparing a
report for the division heads. "Nothing." I
finally admitted.
"Nothing! Nothing! So that's why you get the
big bucks and I struggle along as a galley slave in
the rotten wooden belly of another aging ship in the
Corporate American Fleet?" If the sprite-like smile
wasn't still on his face as he said it, I would
worry that he might be serious just this once.
"Youth is wasted on the young." I breathed
with a theatrical sigh. His infectious grin now
worked its way onto my face. I considered him for a
moment sitting there across my desk. I had known
him for the four years he had been at the company,
but now and then I somehow saw him in a different
light. His light brown hair was well groomed and
simply sat on top of his head with the confidence of
a hairstyle that needed very little attention from
its owner. The clean shaven face was adorned with a
masculine jaw and strong cheekbones that held two
ice blue eyes like jewels in a setting of lightly
tanned skin. An aura of boyish life, light and play
shone from him and drew people to him like gold
draws the greedy. His upper body boasted shoulders
wide enough to bear the weight of a world he did not
yet understand and lean healthy muscles that were
defined just well enough to complete the effect of
perfection.
I thought about how popular he must be with
girls. It must be so easy for him to find a lady to
share the light and life that shone from him. He
must be able to pick any woman he wants and have her
hunger to touch and taste every inch of his skin...
to please his body with hers and be filled with
fleshy ecstasy as his body pleased hers. Somehow,
at a level I could not get in touch with, I wanted
what he had. Until I could learn to make the light
that shone from him on my own, I somehow wanted to
find a way to bask in it. Just once. Suddenly I
became aware of a hot gentle throb on my thigh and
was horrified to find that my dick had gotten half
hard. I blushed and swallowed nervously.
"So... big plans this weekend with the wife
unit?" His voice startled me enough to jar me back
to reality.
"Actually, no. The 'wife unit', as you call
her, left with the kids this afternoon to visit her
brother this weekend so I'm on my own."
"Oh gawd what will you do? I mean, does a man
your age go on some kind of golf festival or attend
a marathon management seminar when he's got a
weekend to kill?"
"Asshole." I spat while threatening to flip a
pencil at him. "Some of us have just outgrown
having a different girl over every night and giving
our paychecks to bars." He shrugged again. I think
that little shrug is one of the things that made him
seem like a boy even though he had the body of a
man. "Aren't you going to start your weekend by
going out 'hunting' tonight?"
"Ha! Friday nights are for amateurs. I do all
my serious hunting on Saturday nights." As he
continued to play with my desk toys, he gave me a
sideways look, then that Peter Pan smile came back
to his face as he looked away. "No, tonight I'm
just going to take it easy at my parents' beach
house with a few beers and a movie." There was a
pause that was, for some reason, uncomfortable.
"Since you're a bachelor too tonight, why don't you
come over for awhile?"
With the reflexes of a recluse who has been
shaped by years of a basically happy life with wife
and kids, I started to manufacture excuses. I
watched each of them take shape in my conscious mind
guided by the invisible hands of my subconscious.
As soon as I would reject one, a new one would form,
sometimes not waiting for the structure of the last
one to be completely dismantled. I decided to put a
stop to the inner dialog that I had little input
into with a single word.
"All right. Why the hell not."
"Well, Kyoool." Tim did his Valley Guy
impersonation. "Show up about seven with your own
beer and a movie if you don't think you'd like
Predator." He sat on my desk and helped himself to
my scratchpad and my favorite mechanical pencil.
"Here's how you get to the place."
I had lived in and around Boca Raton so long
that I almost didn't need a map, but I was glad he
drew it. A-1A was noticeably free of the jeeps
filled with people Tim's age and the kind of stereo
amplifiers that drive those sub-sonic woofers you
can hear from inside your house. Jaguars,
Continentals, and Towne Cars cruised slowly sharing
space with the occasional six doored, chauffeured
limousine. I easily found the place Tim's parents
had loaned him and admired the sculptured yard work
on my way to the front door.
Tim answered the door wearing a tanktop and
some casual loose fitting shorts. His eyes lit up
and he thrust out a hand at me.
"Richard! Dude!" I shook the hand and even
managed to follow some of the other ancillary shakes
he unleashed on me after the more standard one.
He really wanted to give me the Grand Tour of
the place so I followed along. In his current
costume he was showing much more skin than I was
used to and, for some reason, I was attracted by its
glow. I could size his body up more completely now
and found myself admiring the bands of muscles in
his calves that flexed with latex fluidity as he
ascended the stairs. His pectoral muscles squeezed
and twitched as his arms gestured towards this
fixture or that piece of art.
I was vaguely concerned about the way I kept
looking at Tim. I had never before really worried
about homosexual tendencies, and most men's
sexuality was simply invisible to me. I had jacked
off with a buddy or two way back in the dark ages
when I was a teenager, but everybody knows that
horny teenagers sometimes get off together. So what
was it about this young man and this time in my life
that somehow made me want to 'share' him. I didn't
even know what I wanted. The feeling was intense,
carnal, and ineffable all at the same time. I
wasn't afraid of being gay, the whole idea just
never occurred to me before.
Later we began to crack open beers, talk about
work and watch the movie. For awhile, my unknown
hungers went back to sleep and everything was just
as it had always been. Tim was just a workmate and
a friend whose company I enjoyed both in the office
and outside it. Soon the normalcy of the situation
was again chased away as I admired this young man in
a new light. While his attention was consumed by
the movie, his body was not continuously animated
and could be examined more closely. As I was
studying the contour of his thighs and the light
blonde hairs that decorated them, I stopped and
stared. The loose fitting leg openings of his
shorts gave me a clear view to his right nut. There
it was, out in the open for all to see. Like a ripe
peach, it glowed with life and vigor just like the
rest of him. He moved his leg and the spectacle was
gone.
After the movie, we continued to slurp suds and
find plenty to talk about. In the process of the
conversation, punctuated by piss breaks and trips
back to the fridge for another cold beer, we ended
up on the enclosed patio with the heated pool. Tim,
who started out the evening shoeless, plopped down
and sunk his feet into the crystal clear water that
reflected topaz blue from the pool's walls and
submerged lights. Without even thinking about it I
slipped out of my loafers and rolled up my Dockers
so I could sit beside him with my feet in the water.
Our talk got more and more rowdy with lots of belly
laughs that warmed me from the inside out. It felt
good to let my hair down and just be young again.
Maybe that is what I hungered for from Tim and this
is how I could share it. The beer gave off a ruddy
yellow glow in my veins, making me feel contented.
Soon there were pauses in our chatting which were
filled only with the sound of the water as our feet
made little waves.
"The water feels wonderful." I said more to
myself than Tim. His face brightened a few degrees
and he slapped me on the back.
"Let's get in then!" He exclaimed and sprang
to his feet.
"I am hardly dressed for playing in the pool."
"No problem. We don't need no stinking
swimsuits!" Before it occurred to me what he was
suggesting he had tossed his tanktop off and stepped
out of his shorts. I'm sure my mouth dropped as I
beheld the sight before me. He stood there clothed
only in his beautiful skin which was uncluttered by
hair except for the light brown bush at his
genitals. His dick was plump, soft and meaty with
the circumcised head of it hanging down directly
between the two full balls. I closed my mouth and
gulped. He dove into the water.
He surfaced and smoothed his hair out of his
face. "Come on and get in the water!" He beckoned
and playfully splashed at me. Again the excuses
began to form. Part of me desperately wanted to run
away while part of me could think of nothing I
wanted more than playing in the water with this man-
boy. Again I was able to squash it all with a
simple non-verbal 'What the hell'. I stood up and
began to lose my clothes while Tim watched.
I stood naked by the side of the pool for a
moment, looking at Tim looking at me. I was afraid
he found my older body unbecoming and was mildly
ashamed. My body wasn't as tight as his and my
stomach did have some black hair on it to match that
which grew at the top of my chest.
"Hey, not too bad for an old man!" He shouted
from the middle of the pool. "Oh, and... um... your
wife must be pretty happy with that tool you're
carrying!" I think I must have blushed. He
splashed more water at me and I dove in.
We swam a few laps and then draped our arms
over the side of the pool to relax and talk some
more. Strangely, I didn't feel naked or out of
place. Being with him made me feel young and at
peace with myself. I rarely let myself feel this
mellow and allow all the tensions inside of me to
leak out. Again, we got quiet and just listened to
the water and the night sounds.
"I'll get us some towels." Tim announced as he
hopped up out of the pool. I found myself
unashamedly watching from behind and admiring the
way his balls hung down so they could be seen
dangling under his tight white ass. My eyes never
left him as I watched him walk into the little
changing room by the pool for the towels. The
muscles in his butt cheeks flexed with every step
making a little dimple on each side. As he returned
with the towels I again drank in the vision of his
naked front side. His balls bounced to the rhythm
of his walking, making his dick jiggle and dance. I
found a ladder and got out of the water.
"Wow!" Tim exclaimed as soon as I was out of
the water. I followed his eyes to my crotch and
discovered that my dick was half hard. Suddenly I
did feel naked and wanted to grab a towel from him
to cover myself.
"Must've been the warm water and relaxation."
I fumbled as I felt my skin grow hot with another
blush. I reached for a towel and he pulled them
away as the lithe playful smile returned to his
face. I couldn't help but notice that his dick had
gotten longer and fuller too. I felt a wave of
panic, but was frozen to the spot not having a plan
or a desire to stop what I was afraid was about to
happen.
He stepped closer and his dick throbbed to a
point where it pointed straight out at me. I wanted
to touch it, but couldn't move. All I could do was
to stand there while my own member pulsed fuller and
fuller. He got even closer so that the head of my
dick nearly touched his. I flinched a little as he
reached out to touch the hair on my chest with his
finger tips. Conflicting emotions flashed through
me as my heart raced in my chest. I felt outrage
that he was forward enough to touch me this way, and
filled with joy that it was happening. His hand
moved down to my tummy hair and lingered there to
stroke it a bit. I thought my heart would explode
by the time his hand made it down to my pubic area
and wrapped around my now fully erect dick. I
stumbled backwards leaving his hand hovering in the
air. For the first time since I had known him, a
look of hurt replaced the smile that always shone
from his face. He sighed.
"Hey, man, I'm sorry. I just thought you.... "
His voice trailed off and he couldn't look at me.
"Look, I've been your friend for a long time and the
last thing I want to do is push a scene on you that
you don't want." His lungs filled slowly and then
emptied with a puff that filled his cheeks as he ran
a hand through his hair. "I'm just real sorry, I
hope you can forget about it."
He turned and began to unfold my towel. My
heart sank and a sadness filled me. I felt like I
had tromped on a beautiful flower and would never
again be able to appreciate its simple, pure beauty.
Three simple steps brought the joy back as I
embraced him from behind. With my dick nuzzled
snugly between his butt cheeks I wrapped my arms
around his chest and squeezed. It felt so good to
be close to another person in this way. Pressing
someone else's body to yours so tightly seems to say
things that you cannot pronounce in any language.
The message is always so much clearer without
clothes in the way too. He pulled away from me
slightly and turned around so our pubic bones
pressed against each other and our semi-flaccid
dicks stuck together and flexed at each other,
ignoring what we were doing.
"So what is it with you?" His voice was soft
yet frustrated.
"I don't have any fucking idea." I answered
honestly with something like terror and the smell of
foreboding change sweeping up from within me and
gripping me tight as I heard my voice. I really
didn't know what was happening, how to control it,
or even cope with it. Without my permission, my
eyes got hot and my throat began to tighten. He
just held me there and didn't make any demands of
me. The emotions continued to build in me and I
tried to stop them by holding my breath. I've
always been very good at controlling myself and
others. I took great pride in my ability to
exersize my will on everything I surveyed. This
time, however, my body betrayed my efforts with a
single sniff, done reflexively to keep my nose from
running.
He hugged me firmly, putting his cheek on my
chest and both arms around my back where his hands
could pat me. As if he felt music that my ears
couldn't hear, he began to rock me ever so slowly
while the night sounds crept in through the screens
and soothed me with songs that mother Earth has used
for millions of years. His voice, merely a whisper
in my ear, did not break the spell but was somehow
woven into it.
"I know." was all he said, and I knew that it
was true.
"So you are..." I groped for what might be a
politically correct term since I knew so little
about this kind of thing "...gay?"
He lifted his cheek from my chest and looked at
me with something like seriousness staining his
expression. Almost as if the memory of something
funny snuck up on him from behind, the sprite-like
grin started at the left side of his mouth and moved
to the right, followed by the light returning to his
eyes.
"I am me. I love to share skin with people and
what sex they are is just a detail. You can't pin
a label on me." He paused to look at the moon,
closed his eyes and seemed to drink something in.
"I'm what's next."
Our eyes locked and something passed between
us. I didn't know what it was, but it felt good
inside me and the same light he radiated now glowed
from behind my breastbone. That smile of his spread
across my face, only this time it was my smile. My
loins responded to the energy that flowed and my
cock once more pulsed fuller and throbbed to the
beat of my heart. He gently pulled my arms from
around him, took my left hand in his and pulled me
across the patio without even turning around.
I followed him into one of the bedrooms where
he finally turned around letting me see that the
boyish smile and light had returned to his eyes. He
embraced me around the waist and I wrapped my arms
around his shoulder blades. With his face on my
chest and my chin resting on his shoulder we rocked
slowly, feeling each other's heart pound and the
rise and fall of our chests. Our dicks were
standing straight up and pressed tightly into each
other's bellies where the thunder of our pulse
played on each other's skin.
He moved his face to my right nipple and began
to caress it with his tongue. He lingered there to
bite gently, sending bolts of pain and pleasure deep
inside me. I let my arms rest at my side as I felt
his nose and lips move slowly down the center of my
abdomen. He pulled my dick out of the way and
buried his nose in my pubic hair and inhaled deeply.
My face felt hot and my heart raced madly as he
wrapped a hand around the base of my cock and licked
up the length of it to the underside of my head. A
soft moan escaped from me as I felt his hot pink
little mouth stretch over the swollen head of my
rock hard dick. Hot blue electric ecstasy rippled
up my spine as his agile tongue massaged my dick
from inside the velvety warm interior of his mouth.
The head of my dick filled the roof of his mouth as
he stroked with his hand and scrubbed with his
tongue.
I felt my balls begin to boil and that familiar
wave of pressure deep in my belly build and knew
that if I didn't do something quick, the whole scene
would be over before it really got started. Slowly
I pulled him away from his worship of my dick and,
without really planning to, picked him up in my arms
and walked towards the bed. I plopped him down on
his back and watched his dick slap around as the bed
springs rocked his body to and fro in a gentle
rolling motion.
I crawled on top of him and pressed him to me
again. The feeling of his body was so different
from that of a woman. Muscle, bone, and smooth skin
that was not the same silky texture as my wife's. I
echoed what he had done to me, starting at his
nipple with little nibblings like I was used to with
a woman. His hand rose to the back of my hair, got
a handful and pulled. "C'mon, Daddy, bite that
titty." he pleaded through clenched teeth. It was
then that I realized that having sex with a man was
very different from that with women and rolled his
fat nipple firmly between my front teeth.
I had never had a dick in my mouth, but tonight
I couldn't wait to try. I grabbed his cock and went
down on it hungrily. I was surprised that it felt
so good in my mouth. It seemed to fit there. I
tasted his piss hole and was at the sweet flavor of
the pre-cum that flowed from him. Working his dick
with my hand and trying to suck more pre-cum from
deep inside him made him move under me and moan.
"Yea, Daddy suck this boy's dick.... C'mon Daddy....
Oh, yea... you know what your boy likes." Hearing
Tim called me Daddy somehow excited me even more and
I sucked and pumped his rod until all he could do is
moan loudly to the rhythm of my attack.
"Oh, Daddy... you're gonna make me cum!" I
pulled his dick out of my mouth and put mine up
against the underside of his. Without even thinking
about it, I put a dollop of spit in my palm and
rolled it around the head of both our dicks, then
wrapped my hand around them and began to stroke.
Tim bucked under me like a wild animal and the music
of his moaning filled the room. Feeling a wave of
hot cum building in me up to the point of no return,
I stopped pumping with my hand and held on tight to
our rock hard dicks and began to drive my dick up
and down his with my hips. "Fuck my dick!... Oh
yea, Daddy fuck me good!" Every muscle in his body
tensed under me and I watched a ribbon of thick
white cum leap from his dick and land on his belly.
Another volley geysered from him to stick on my
belly as I drove at him fast and furious. He
continued to pump creamy white jism onto his skin as
I felt my own load build deep within me and erupt
from my cock landing on his breastbone. Still, he
came, as volley after volley thundered down the
length of my dick to pool and mix with his. My hips
continued minute movements of their own until both
of our dicks had dry heaved to the point of
exhaustion.
I lay down on top of him and felt our sweat and
cum stick us together. The musky smell of man seed
was hot and thick as we lay there feeling our hearts
pound and our lungs race to catch up and replace the
oxygen we had just used up. I felt as if I could
almost fall asleep there on top of him.
Later, I showered with him, found my clothes
and drove myself back home. The reality of what had
happened did not fit into my life. Nagging doubts
built to the point of near terror as I wondered if
Tim and I could ever go back to being the way we
were and, most of all, what this meant about me and
my marriage. I knew I wasn't gay, but I also
learned that night that there was a side of me that
hungered for and could deeply enjoy sex with a man.
Would I do it again? What if my wife found out?
Would my entire world crumble before me because of
feelings that I didn't even realize I had until Tim?
I felt like I had stumbled into a puzzle that had no
solution.
That night I lay in bed wide awake, re-thinking
the same thoughts over and over again. I had never
felt so many things at the same time before. It
felt as if the combined emotions of joy, carnal
ecstasy, terror, and depression would cause me to
burst into flame as I lay there in bed. I was
grateful when the phone rang to give me something
else to focus on.
"Hi Rick." Diane's voice was music to me.
"Hi honey, how was the drive?"
"Oh, fine." She yawned and I could picture her
pretty pink mouth being covered by delicate feminine
fingers. "I tried to call from Jacksonville, but
you weren't there."
"Yea, I went over to Tim's for awhile."
"That sounds fun. Did you have a good time?"
Ten years of love for her compressed down into a
kernel of potent emotion that ached in my throat and
threatened to express itself in tears. In a few
fractions of a second I re-lived white hot sex with
her that was just as potent as that I had had with
Tim. No other woman ever turned my head. She was
my lover, my friend and my soulmate. I couldn't
live without her.
"Ummm Hmmm." I dared not talk or she would
hear it in my voice.
"Are you ok honey?" She knew anyway. I paused
and gained control of my emotions down as many
layers as I possibly could.
"Oh yea. Fine. Just Fine. I just had too
many beers and stayed out too late. Kinda tired."
"Well you tuck yourself in and I'll make you
glad to see me when I get back."
"I'll look forward to that." There was silence
on the phone. I knew she knew something.
"You sure you're ok?"
"Yes Diane. I promise I'm fine, now stop
worrying." She said nothing. The silence on the
line was punctuated by the barely audible clicks of
some sloppy switching system and a fine white
microwave hiss. "I love you." I said in my best
bedroom voice. She made a little sound like
purring, then we said our good-byes.
I think it was then that I decided that Diane
and I would have to talk about the side of me I had
discovered. Even if I could, I would never undo
what Tim and I had shared, just as I would never
voluntarily undo my relationship with her. I could
no more cut off the new part of me that had grown
and begun to blossom that night as I could cut off
my own hand. Somehow we would incorporate all of
the facets of me into the complicated thing that was
'us'.
I crawled back into bed and rolled Tim's
explanation of himself over and over in my mind.
His words "I am me" somehow fit. I didn't need to
squeeze into a label or worry about what I was
'supposed' to be, I simply am. I thought about
Diane, Tim and the new me until they melted into
something beautiful. I knew we could work through
it.... I just knew it. More peaceful and contented
than any pretense of bliss I had ever known, I felt
my thoughts fade to muted tones and I followed them
into sleep.
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