My Italian Vacation

I don't know if I can tolerate one more day of ice, wind, and snow.  I emailed my supervisor and asked if I could see him for a few minutes.  I explained my misery and begged him to let me take a couple of weeks off.

“Please Brent, I have almost a month of vacation time accrued.  I've got to get away for a while.  I'll go postal if I don't get some sunshine and warm weather soon.”

With a chuckle and a deep sign, Brent listed the backlog of projects that we have in the pipeline.  

“Jon, you know that you're the best Architectural Engineer I have, how will I ever survive with you for a week?”

“It's two weeks Brent.”

“Okay, okay!  Jeez, Jon, you get two weeks and not a minute more.  By the way, where will you be going on this vacation?”

“To the coastal town of Brindisi, Italy on the Adriatic Sea, Very possibly one of the most beautiful places on this earth.”

I could have kissed him!  Which has been a recurring thought over the past few years?  If Brent was a single man,  I would have been chasing him through the cubicles long ago.  

Brent's admonition to keep my phone handy, haunted me the entire time I was off from work.  I took to leaving it turned off and checking for calls just twice per day. 

After I discovered Lido beach I never left the Adriatic coast until I had to return home.  The sea, the food and most of all the people, were all fantastic.  I can't imagine a more perfect place.  I'll return here again, I'm sure.

All too quickly my Italian vacation dwindled away and it was departure Day.  I sat in the waiting area for my flight to be called and wondered if this time away had done anything at all to improve my sad situation.  I didn't find any young Italian Stallion to sate my libido, but I did see a lot of old buildings.  Plus Lido beach was crowded with young Italian men wearing next to nothing.  Nearly every day I wished to be ten years younger.

At the airport, once the call to board the plane was made everyone rushed to get through the gate and find their seats.  I was surprised and happy to have a very handsome young man as my seatmate.  I didn't remember anyone at the Departure Gate waiting area who looked like him!  

He was exuberant and full of intimate details about his month-long stay in Italy.  Of course, he had seen much more than I and I was happy to listen to him.  Once we were in the air drinks were served, my seatmate leaned closer when he told me about the exciting nightlife that he had experienced.  

There was something in the way he spoke, the way he framed his sentences made it clear that he was talking about the Italian men but cleverly avoiding admitting that he is gay.

I was pleased that my Gaydar was alive and working well, it's been ages since I've been with anyone who sparked my interest.

He stowed his gear in the overhead and I'm sure he didn't realize the show he was giving me.  As he stretched to put his carry on bag in the overhead compartment, his reaching up pulled his tee shirt up revealing a hard, flat lower abdomen.  There was a large, bluish vein showing down the left side and diving into his shorts.

Involuntarily, a groan escaped from deep inside me.  The flesh between the navel and the pubic bush is my favorite spot to lay my head and fondle my partner of the moments private equipment, and it is close enough to inhale the intoxicating scent of man wafting upward.

I know I stared at his bare mid-section as he stretched and it didn't matter one bit if others saw me staring at his body, I was surprised and envious, wishing I could see all of him, naked and on my bed.

He was wearing baggy board Shorts that slipped down to barely hang on his hips as he stowed his bag overhead.  An inch or two more and his pubic hair would be seen. For the first time on this trip, I felt a surge of desire in my brain and a swelling began to throb in my crotch.  

When he sat down he offered his hand and we exchanged greetings. 

 “Hello!  I'm Jonathan Jordan.  I'm pleased to meet you,   Now that we're exchanging names may ask where you're from...I mean which city do you call home?”

 “Hi Jon, I'm Erik Easton, Born and schooled in Richmond and then off to Charlottesville for college at UVA.  I majored in Literature and hope to one day become a tenured professor at my Alma Mater.  For the time being, I'm completing my Masters in Education and working as a teaching aid. Now it's your turn, Jon.”

 “My family has lived in Atlanta area all of my life. I got my undergrad degree and my Masters in Engineering at Georgia Tech,  After graduation, I  decided to take the job offered by the City of Arlington.  It's close enough to home that I can be there in a couple of  hours in an emergency.”

I'm just a work-a-day Civil Engineer working for the City of Arlington.  Always trying to find a better way to direct the areas traffic problems.

 “What a monumental task!  

 “Yeah, it's almost harder than finding a mate or partner.”

Erik's head turned quickly to me, there was a look of surprise about him and he didn't speak for a few moments. 

Oops...I probably shouldn't have said that he seems to be completely freaked out!  Twice Erik opened his mouth to speak and closed it without saying a word.

 “Sorry, Erik, that last bit sort of slipped out.  I didn't mean to get into a discussion on personal relationships, either pro or con.  Please forgive me. I've begun to have short periods of depression lately concerning my lack of companionship.”

With a slight chuckle, Eric said...

 “You did take me by surprise with that confession, but I've been having the same thoughts lately.  I don't mean this to sound like a come on, but maybe we could meet for drinks or dinner one night soon when we're back into our regular routines.  The worst part about being alone is eating alone.  Well, sleeping alone is right up there too, but that's not my meaning...for now anyway.” 

I laughed when Erik wiggled his eyebrows with that last bit.”

His smile and the wiggle of his eyebrows hit home.  That's just the sort of thing that a partner or companion would do.  Now it was my time to be surprised.  Damn, I finally meet someone of interest and just as we'll be returning home and back to our everyday jobs.

We were both quiet for a while, I started out the window and watched the vapor trail grow larger as the pilot increased our speed. as we dashed across the Atlantic.

I nodded off and I slept for the better part of an hour. When I woke, the seat beside me was empty, either Erik was in the loo or he was chatting up someone else.  In a matter of minutes, Erik was back in the seat beside me.

 “Ah,...you're awake.  Did you manage to get any sleep?”

 “No, not sleep, just a series of short naps.  I'll even be glad to get back into my empty bed.”

 “C'mon Jon, we're on a 747 crossing the Atlantic, 

let's go upstairs to the lounge area just so we  can say we've been there.”

 “Sure thing, let's go!”

 Up in the Lounge, we had fresh drinks and a bird's eye view of the Atlantic Ocean.  Occasional clouds blocked the view but the view was breathtaking.  High in the air, the sheer size of the ocean was unimaginably huge.  

Jon was first to suggest that they return to their seats downstairs.  Once they settled in Erik looked over and smiled. 

 “I think I'll nap a bit myself, don't run away and forget me while I take a nap.”

 “No danger in that.  I couldn't get away even if I tried up here, but I can't imagine any scenario where I would want to get away from you, Erik.  I enjoy your company.”

At long last the fasten seat belt sign began flashing and the plane began the descent into Dulles Airport.  After Deplaning and gathering our luggage, we headed out to the DC shuttle and rode into the city in relative quiet.  The shuttle was jammed with travelers and a private conversation was virtually impossible.  It was 6:30 PM when the shuttle arrived in DC.

I took out a business card and wrote my cell number on the back.  I handed the card to Erik.

 “Here's my number Erik, don't be a stranger, okay?”

 “I know we're both tired but do you have any plans for dinner, Jonathan?  Eating alone is one of my least favorite things about the single life.  If you're not too tired I would very much like to take you to dinner.  I enjoy your company too!”

When Erik mentioned dinner I immediately thought about getting a Grub Hub delivery to my condo.  That way we could continue getting to know each other better. 

 “No plans but I'm bushed, Jet Lag I imagine.  There are about 70 restaurants in the area, I was thinking of calling that new Steak House two blocks over on Clairmont Circle for a Grub Hub delivery.  Are you up to a steak dinner Erik?”

 “Sure, as long as it's not inconvenient for you.  We met only a few hours ago.  I don't want to intrude on your hospitality.  We can do dinner later if you prefer.”

 “You are not intruding, Erik.  After two weeks alone in another country where I didn't speak the language, it is a treat to be home and with a guest as well.”

We ordered up our steaks and I led Erik to the guest room bath to freshen up and I went to my room to do the same.  I was taking my time showering, thinking about Erik stretching to put his gear in the plane overhead compartment and the glimpse of his near perfect body that had kept my cock plump for the entire trip

I was just out of the shower when the doorbell rang.  Grabbing my robe off the door hook I opened the condo door still dripping wet.  I had to run back to my room to get my wallet.

I was counting out the cash when Erik came into the room, naked with a towel, drying off his perfect body.  The towel hung down in front covering his privates but his bare back and the profile view of his rounded little butt was plainly visible.  The delivery boy and I stood there staring with our mouths hanging open.  A naked Erik made my cock rock hard in seconds.

In my rush to get the delivery boy out I gave him a huge tip and pushed him through the door, all the while his eyes never left Erik's body.

Turning back to Erik the first thing I saw was the outline of his semi-aroused cock showing through the towel. I was glad to have my robe on and I pulled the sash tighter.  

 “Oops...sorry Jon, I heard the doorbell and didn't know you were already out of the shower.”

Erik's dark blond hair was plastered to his head and most of him was still dripping wet as he returned to the guest room, I watched his narrow little butt as he walked back to the guest room a quick inventory showed that his chest has a dense mat of hair and a thick golden treasure train split him down the middle, while his butt and legs were covered in golden curls.  returning to my room I sat on my bed and did breathing exercises to regain my composure.

Erik is about 5'9” tall, from what I've seen of his body I'm guessing that he weighs about 150 to 160 pounds. Golden blond hair covers his chest and pectorals and a thick line of hair races from his chest and darts under the towel.  

At almost 25 years old,  Erik still has a boyish quality about him that is endearing and makes me want to be protective of him.  His Hazel eyes are green one moment then brown the next, he has perfect, brilliant white teeth that light up his face when he laughs.

Hmm, my cock is stiff from just thinking about his body. It's been several months since I last had sex and everything I've seen and heard about Erik Easton makes me want to drag his perfect body to my bed.

After our dinner and drinks, I insisted that Erik stay in my guest room for the night.  Thunderstorms and heavy rains had started as we sat down to our dinner.

We were both bones tired and I led Erik to the guest room and made him promise not to try to leave in the storm.  He agreed and we were each off to our beds and both of us asleep in minutes.

During the night the storms increased with the lightning flashing frightening streaks of blue-white light through the drawn draperies. Sometime after two AM Jon was shouting and crying out in his dreams most of the night.  He woke at 6 AM just like a workday.  It took a few moments for him to realize that there was someone in bed with him.  He lay very still as he tried to piece together last night and just who could be in bed with him.

It took him a moment before he realized that it was Erik, from the plane, that was spooned up against his backside.  They both wore underclothes but Jon was sporting major morning wood and he could feel Erik's member against his butt cheeks. 

Remembering that Erik had spent the night, Jon relaxed and returned to sleep.  Erik put an arm across Jon's chest and pulled him close against his body.  Both were asleep and likely having good dreams as evidenced by Erik nuzzling against Jon's neck while they slept. 

Finally, when he was fully awake, Jon turned and saw Erik staring at him.  With a smile, Erik pulled Jon closer and they lay together face to face and bodies touching from their chest to their knees

 “Good morning Jon.  You were having nightmares during the storm last night  I heard your cries and came to be sure that you were alright.  I crawled in and spooned up against you and your bad dreams subsided.   I must admit, last night was the best sleep I've had in ages.”  

Jon didn't move.  He couldn't remember the last time he was this intimate with anyone.  When Erik moved to get out of the bed, Jon said.

 “No,” please stay here a while longer.  It's been a long while since anyone held me in bed, there are few things in life better than waking in someone's arms.”  

Erik smiled, leaned over and kissed Jon's cheek.  

 “You are such a wonderful surprise Jon Jordan.  I think I may try to keep you in bed for another week or two.”   

 “If you can persuade my slave driver of a boss, I'll gladly spend that time with you, and thanks for last night, it's been ages since I slept so soundly.”

Sometime around 8 AM Jon slipped from the bed and went to the kitchen to start coffee and Erik soon joined him.

 “I'm sorry Erik but there isn't any food here, Want to go out for breakfast?”

 “Sure, I'm hungry, but I really don't want to inconvenience you.  I do enjoy being with you, but please speak up if you need to be somewhere or do something, or you just want to be alone”

After breakfast, they returned to Jon's condo and Erik said that he had better get going to his place and get ready for tomorrow's classes.

Jon was conflicted, he wanted Erik to stay but knew that it just wasn't the right time.  They both had preparations to make for returning to work in the morning.

Jon started with doing his laundry from the trip, then he retrieved his mail from his mailbox in the Lobby of his Condo building and picked up a copy of The Post to catch up on the past two weeks in Washington.  There was nothing in the mail that couldn't wait so he went back to his place and opened the patio doors to air the place out.  he was at the kitchen island reading the paper and sipping coffee when the phone rang.  His first thought was that it was Erik calling, but he was disappointed when he heard Brent, his supervisor's voice.

 “Hey Dude, just checking up on you and making sure that you came back from your Italian Paradise.

I trust that you had a wonderful time and want to go there to live now.”

 “Two days ago you would have been exactly right, but now I'm excited and happy to be back home.”

 “So what happened two days ago, Jon”

 “I can't talk about it yet, don't want to jinx it but I'm really excited about the prospect of the next few weeks.”

 “JON!  Please tell me you're not quitting your job here!

 “No, I'm not quitting you slave driver.  But it is nice to know you care.”

 “Then you've met someone.  That has to be it, right?”

 “Brent, I'm not talking about it, okay!”

 “Okay, but you know I live vicariously through you and your love life.  Old married guys like me never have adventures like you single guys.  I've often wondered what would have happened if I had said yes and taken your offer to show me what gay sex was all about back before I got married.

Anyway, you'll be glad to hear that I will be out of the office for a week and you'll be in charge of the zoo.  I have to go to Corporate for five days and you're the only one who can keep the inmates from revolting.

 “WHOA, WHOA, WHOA...What are you trying to pull here Brent?  You've never shown any interest in my sex life or lack of one before.”

 “It's been four months since I've had sex, Jon.  I'm tired of jacking off in the bathroom.”

 “We'll talk later Brent.  Do what you truly want to do.  You and Janet don't have children so it's up to you to decide what you want.  Oh...by the way, what's this bit about making me the head zookeeper while you're gone?”

My phone beeped and I saw that another call was coming in.

 “I'm getting another call, Brent, probably my Mom.  Call me when you get to Corporate, Ok?  I gotta take Mom's call, bye.”

When I answered the next call it was Erik.  

 “Hey Jon, Erik here, just calling to make sure you're real and I didn't dream that plane ride home and our evening together, and especially to thank you for last night,  

I need to tell you that I am a single gay man.  However, I'm not at all sure about you, at times I thought you were gay and at others, I was sure you aren't.  As friends, your sexual orientation isn't important and I hope to become your friend at the very least.”

Relax Erik, of course, I'm gay.  I've wondered about you as well, and I must say that I feel better already.  I've thought a lot about you since we returned home, mostly just wondering how we go about getting started.  

Damn, here I go again assuming that you would want to catch a movie, or maybe a concert.  Do you have any favorite ways of getting started dating,\?  Uh, that is if you want us to date.  Dammit!  This is already going downhill.  I'm always second-guessing my thoughts.  I guess it isn't hard for you to determine why I'm alone and single at 30 years old.”

 “Just relax Jon, there's no set agenda here,  Having a meal together doesn't have to constitute a date.  You don't have to impress me, as a matter of fact, it was you that impressed me. It cost me fifty dollars to get the seat next to you.  I saw you in the waiting area and managed to get my seat changed for a tip to the gate attendant.”

 “WHAT!”  I never saw you at the gate area.”

 “That's because I had my back to you, I was trying to talk the attendant into letting me sit with you.”

 “You've got to be kidding me.”

 “Scout's honor, Jon.  I paid to get to sit by you.  You're my type of guy.  I can't help it.  Uh...are we okay or do I need to leave you alone?”

 “Erik, don't you even think about leaving me here.  

 “You actually bribed the gate attendant to sit beside me?”

 “Yes Jon I did and I don't regret it one bit.  I've never met anyone quite like you before, Jon.  I hope that we become great friends and maybe more.”

 “That would be fantastic...if I can keep from saying the wrong things all the time.  For the record Erik, you are the first guy that I've met in almost a year that I would like to see more of.”  

Erik told me that he would be busy the following afternoon and evening with a tutoring gig with a Junior in High School student.  The kid wants to a degree from UVA,  Plus I need the money.

I made a quick trip to the market for provisions after two weeks away.  When I opened my door the phone was ringing,  Thinking it was Erik I rushed to the phone and said “Hello you sexy devil”

 “Uh...Jon?  Jon Jordan?

 “Pardon me I was expecting someone else.  I'm Jon Jordan.”

 “Jon it's Brent, I'm a wreck and I've had too much to drink to drive.  Anna's left me for some football player, I don't know what to do.  Can I come stay with you tonight, I'll find a place somewhere tomorrow but right now I just don't want to be alone.”

 “Damn Brent, I'm sorry, but if she's left you, why not just stay there in your home?”

 “Can't I come and stay with you for the night, we might not get another chance.”

 “Another chance for what Brent?  You are not getting into my bed with me and that's final,  We 

decided long ago to keep our relationship professional and platonic.

If you're sure that you want to come here you're welcome but you have to understand that you'll stay in the guest room, alone. My bed will be full.”

I have really bummed out that Brent was on his way here and with his wife out of the way.  I knew I'd be in for his crying and feeling sorry for himself and if he was drinking, I'm sure he will try to get in bed with me.  I've always thought that he's a gay man trapped in a marriage and too afraid to do anything about it.  

Then I thought of  Erik!

Prior to my vacation, I would have probably taken  Brent up on 'showing him what two men can do in bed.'

But with Erik in the picture for me, it didn't take me long to make my decision.  I phoned Erik and told him about Brent's call and asked it he would come over and spend the night when he's finished with his tutoring session.

I gave him a quick rundown of the Brent situation and let him know that I didn't want to be here alone with Brent.  I don't want anything or anyone to interfere with what Erik and I are hoping to develop.  With Erik here, I shouldn't have any trouble keeping Brent in line.  Knowing Brent as I do, I'm sure he expects that I will finally take him to my bed and show him what two men can do together in bed.

Brent has known that I'm gay for as long as we have known each other.  We first met when I was hired in the engineering department.  He is constantly asking about my conquests and suggesting that we could get together if he wasn't married.  All in all, Brent is just a big tease.  I gave up on him the first two months I worked for the department.  He still makes little innuendos about us having sex but I laugh it off knowing that he isn't serious.  

With Erik here, I'm hoping that Brent will get the message that I've met someone that I can get serious about.  Brent is basically a good guy and a great supervisor to work with, but I intend to get the message across to Brent that Eric and I are both looking to developing our relationship.

Brent arrived first and I buzzed him into the building lobby and the security Guard called to announce his arrival.  I told the guard that a gentleman named Erik Easton would also be arriving momentarily as well.

Brent was very near staggering, stumbling drunk.  He kept asking for more booze and I wasn't sure what to do.  Give him enough to make him pass out or cut him off.

When Eric walked in and gave me a hug and a quick kiss on the lips, Brent did a double take.

“Who'ssish?

I opened my mouth but Erik spoke first.  

“I'm Erik, Jon's new friend, and companion.  I assume that you are Brent, his supervisor.  We're very sorry to hear of your marital problem.”

“I gotta go...where's the bathroom?”

Erik took Brent's arm and let him to the bath and shut the door.

I rushed to meet him as he returned to the living room.  I wrapped him in a big hug and gave him a quick kiss on his lips.  Even without our tongues touching Erik's innocent kiss got my cock stiff. I was instantly arousal.  We stood there locked together, arms around each other and reveling in the touch of one we cared for.

Brent stumbled out of the bath and looked around, Erik turned and led him to the guest bedroom and had him lie down on the bed, telling him to lie still and rest.  Brent was confused and too inebriated to figure out where he was and who the guy hugging Jon was.  Thankfully, Brent passed out fairly quickly, leaving Erik and me to talk.

“Thank you, Erik, I have to walk a thin line with Brent, it isn't just that he's my supervisor, he's been a good friend as well.  Once he's sober again I will tell him that I'm now working on a new relationship and

he will need someone else to turn to for solace he craves when he's feeling sorry for himself.   It's time he makes his own decisions and choices.

I plan on you and I being busy as we make our own choices and decisions.”

“That sounds wonderful Jon but there is something that we need to do rather quickly, but I really do not want Erik to walk in on us while we are making love for our first time.

What would you say to leave Brent passed out in your guest room while we hustle over to my apartment?  

“I want to get you naked and crawl all over you, Jon.”

Jon pulled Eric into a deep throat, tongue kiss that very nearly curled Erik's toes.

“YES!  Let's go.”

Erik's apartment door was kicked shut as Jon and Erik were all over each other.  Kissing, groping and grinding their bodies together where it felt so good.

Without breaking their kiss, Erik had Jon's belt and the zipper was undone and plunged his hand into Jon's shorts, grasping Jon's throbbing, drooling cock. 

Still embraced in the kiss, Jon began walking Erik backward toward what he supposed was the bedroom,   When they stood by the bed, Erik got on his knees and pulled Jon's clothing to the floor.  Erik didn't wait for Jon to untangle his feet,  grasping Jon's substantial member in one hand he pulled Jon's cock to his lips.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Looking up into Jon's eyes, Erik slowly took Jon's cock deep into his throat.  Jon gave our a loud cry and held Erik's head as he bobbed up and down on Jon's hard cock.

Jon's muttered around the hard cock in my mouth.

“Don't make me cum yet,  Let me turn, we can '69' together.“

Unable or maybe he was just unwilling to stop but Jon brought Erik to a huge climax filling Jon so full he couldn't keep up with all the semen.

As Erik lay in bed trying to recoup his energy Jon took the opportunity to lay his face in his favorite spot, the lower abdomen between the navel and the pubic bush.  The scent of man there was palpable, very nearly intoxicating. Jon wound up with Erik's testicles in my mouth and my nose in his pubic hair.  He could have stayed there all night.

After Erik's breathing had eased back to near normal, he pulled Jon up and they kissed slowly and with such emotion that it brought tears to Jon's eyes.  In all his years as a single gay man, he had never experienced the feeling of being loved and adored.  Until now.  The short time that he and Erik have had together has been magical.  

After their kiss, Jon looked into Erik's eyes,

It's time Erik, I want you inside me.  Please. Let's make love, I want you now.”

Erik turned Jon to lie face down.  Starting at the nape of his neck, Erik's mouth and tongue covered every inch of Jon that was visible.  With his arms on each side of John's body, Erik lowered himself just enough so his golden chest hair brushed lightly against Jon's back, sending shivers and goose bumps across his body.

When Erik's chin bumped into the rise of Jon's buttox he eased back and sat between Jon's widespread legs..

Kissing, licking and nibbling at Jon's firm butt cheeks only make more chills and goosebumps cover his body.  Erik turned him to lie on his back so that they could kiss and just look at each other as their lovemaking began.

Erik started with nibbling at Jon's hard nipples, arching his body up and holding Erik's mouth firmly in place over his nips. 

Taking Jon's cock to the root, Erik began to moan and vibrate the cock deep into his throat.  Jon caressed his head as Erik moved down his body.

Pushing Jon's legs against his chest, Erik stabbed his tongue at Jon's opening bringing a loud shout from John.  After a few moments there, Erik flipped Jon back to his stomach and began applying lube to Jon's wrinkled hole.  Fist one finer, soon there were to fingers and finally, Erik had four fingers and his hand up to the thumb massaging Jon's prostate.  

Between moans, and begging for Erik to fuck him, Erik, slowly, and gently eased his cock into Jon's anus.  With about half of  Erik's cock inside him, Jon pulled hard on Erik's thighs and plunged Erik's hard cock deep inside him.  Jon let out a cry of triumph as he started bucking hard against the cock deep inside him. 

Unable to kiss, Erik flipped Jon again and pushed his thighs against his chest and began pounding Jon hard.  It was only moments before Erik felt the start of his orgasm, the tickling sensation starting in his scrotum ignited his passion.

They both worked hard at getting their cock where they would do the most good, Erik pounding away at Jon's cock hungry butt and Jon's fist a blur as he masturbated his cock to match their impending orgasm.

Their bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat and the odors of man sex filled the room.  Erik was a maniac trying to quell the fire that was deep inside Jon's butt.

Jon was moaning and almost in tears as Erik managed to hit all of his hot spots on each down thrust into the depth of Jon's bowels.

Jon felt the first tingles of the climax that was on its way, Erik's body suddenly tensed rigidly and he froze in mid-orgasm while he filled John's rectum with enough semen for four men spilled onto the sheets and bedding.

Jon's orgasm quickly followed seconds later as he shot cum over the headboard and onto the wall, four huge globs of semen slowly slid down the bedroom wall.  Erik collapsed atop Jon's slick and spent body.  Neither of them moved, trying only to get enough air into their lungs to quiet their heaving chests.  Soon both were asleep, completely spent and in awe of the feelings and emotions they stirred in each other.

“How can this be, I feel such powerful emotions as I lay here with you.  We've only just met two days ago.”

“Love happens, Jon.  I knew that we would be special together when I saw you at the boarding gate in Brindisi.  Now we need a nap to recharge.

Brent woke in Jon's guest room dazed and confused, he had no idea how or when he had gone to Jon's condo.  He checked each room and there was no sign of Jon anywhere. He warmed up the cold coffee in the pot and had two cups before he felt steady enough to make it back to his place.  

Once he was back in his home, Brent called Jon's number four times before finally giving up and going to a nearby diner for breakfast.

It was near ten AM when Jon began to wake, the feel of being spooned up against Erik's backside aroused him.   In all his years as a single man, Jon could count on one hand the times he had stayed an entire night with any man.

Erik stirred and turned in Jon's arms.  Seeing that Jon was awake made him smile.

“Good Morning lover, are you sure you're not another dream of mine.  Waking up with you in my arms is something I'll want for the rest of my days.

I can hardly believe it has finally happened to me.

You're mine now Erik,”

“Yes!  I am most definitely your's Jon.

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It's been fourteen months now since Erik and I met in the Brindisi, Italy airport.  We've made an offer on a new home in a DC suburb about halfway between My job and Erik's at UMD. It should be ready for us in three more months.  Erik is up for an 'Assistant Professor' position at UMD and I am now the Supervisor in my Department at work. 

Brent resigned his position, met and married a former High School classmate and moved to Cleveland Ohio.  I never knew if Brent ever got over his curiosity about gay sex or not.  I only saw him twice after that night at my condo in Alexandria.  I wish him well and hope that he will find happiness and a true soul mate.  Erik, my soul mate literally flew into my life as our plane left the Brindisi airport.  

Having Erik in my life is the most wonderful, most stupendous, thing that has ever happened to me.

Life is good, being in love is life's greatest blessing.

The End