This story is a continuation of two previous ones about Mike and his best friend Adam. Both are married, committed to their wives and families, and yet unfulfilled in a fundamental way. These friends shared much together over the last few years, including sports, work ventures, and a yearly family vacation to Montana. Their relationship changed when Adam could no longer hold back his physical attraction to Mike. Adam had plainly told Mike of this attraction and of his desire for strong, manly sex, no sissy fag, co-dependent crap. Initially shocked, Mike succumbed to Adam's direct appeal. They ended up having two rounds of hot sex in Adam's family room on a hot summer morning. Sexually sated for the moment, the friends hit the links for a round of golf, a regular event for them. All stories in this series are copyrighted and protected.
Adam and I showered and headed for the country club. We arrived in time for a quick lunch, then headed for the practice area. As we hit several practice balls on the putting green waiting for the starter to call our names, we talked casually about a solicitation from an industrial firm that needed a specific piece of machinery designed for them. We had collaborated on an earlier project that had proved quite lucrative for us both and the patent royalties enabled us to enjoy some of the nicer things in life, like this country club membership.
The job would entail intermittent out of town research and development time over the course of several months just down the road in Syracuse. We discussed the pros and cons and decided that we were very much in favor of the opportunity, which would give us a real chance to market our combined skills, make some serious money, and perhaps even lead to more patents. We also decided to let our wives have at least some input as this extra commitment would affect our families.
The starter let us know we had about five minutes before teeing off. We did some stretching exercises, then moved to the first tee. The starter here was good. He always waited until the group ahead was off the first green before he allowed the next group to tee off. The two guys ahead of us were scratch golfers and so they moved right along. The foursome behind us was a group of retired guys so we knew they would not be pushing us all the way. This had all the makings of nice relaxing round of golf.
Adam hit his tee shot straight down the middle of the fairway, and I matched it in length and a little to the left. We were a good match at sports as we both had natural ability that enabled us to play at a higher than average level. Once out of earshot of the first tee, our conversation turned to the events of the morning.
"I swear, Adam," I began, "you could have knocked me over with a feather when you first laid it all out for me. You had this look in your eyes I had never seen from you before and it completely baffled me. We had shared so much together and I could read you pretty good most of the time. Then just before you actually said what was on your mind, I realized what that look meant."
"Come on, Mike. Who are you kidding?" Adam laughed. "You're hot and you know it. Surely you have picked up on the looks you get when you walk into a room...and not just from the ladies, either." Adam was loving this! I guess he was right. I know I am no movie star but I am not butt ugly either: six foot two with a trim physique, black hair, bright blue eyes, good posture, an easy smile, and confident.
My parents tried to instill in me that it was what I was on the inside that was really important and that my character is revealed in how I treat others. I tried to develop both of those traits growing up. But Adam was right, every so often I would notice heads turning when I came into a room, but I always took it for granted that people were looking at someone else who had come into the room at the same time.
"Look who's talking, buddy," I chuckled. "You get your fair share of looks, too....and from a good number of men, too!" Adam was maybe an inch taller than me and with a more muscular body, wavy brown hair, piercing hazel eyes, a serious demeanor and the easy gait of a gifted and confident man. "Remember that day I dropped off some of the technical material on that last project? That grad student in your office couldn't keep his eyes off you! Even I could tell he was stripping you naked with his eyes. Don't tell me you didn't notice, buddy."
Adam had to smile. "Well, okay, I did notice...and actually the guy came on to me pretty heavy. He said he was engaged to a real sweet girl who he really loved but said to me, 'Professor, I gotta tell you, you ooze sexual energy and I am turned on just being in the same room with you. Can I feel your cock?' He actually said that to me. I simply shrugged and told him that I can often be found doing laps in the school pool at 5 AM on class days and have to use the shower there. I waited for over a week before I went for an early swim. Sure enough, he was there doing laps."
There is never a dull moment with Adam around! I had never heard this story before. He was certainly not obligated to tell me everything that he did but I would have thought that this juicy story could have been shared before now, especially after I told him about my experience with jock-boy.
