This story picks up right here we left off. Sorry it took so long to publish this one. You might want to read the previous chapters, if you haven't already.
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Thomas laid there stroking Ashley's hair and his back. He marveled at how right it felt. He'd never felt so close of a bond before. Sex with women had been ok, definitely satisfying a primal sexual need, but pleasing Ashley had awoken much more inside of him. Cumming inside his ass and in his mouth could be compared to vaginal intercourse and receiving a blow job, respectively, from just about anyone, any woman, that is, but with Ashley, it was like a whole new level. And sucking his first cock, having his mouth filled with cum, well, there was nothing like that.
And while Ashley was his first male sex partner, he knew something special was being shared. He had thought about sex with men before. Which is why he had ended up at that bar last night. However, now he wanted more. He wanted Ashley to be his boyfriend. It was crazy, he knew, since they hardly knew each other.
Ashley had calmed down. He couldn't believe, either, that he was experiencing so many new emotions. Sex for him, had always been about power. Power over a certain anti-gay sentiment that was so prevalent in today's society. Sure, gay rights had come a long way, but there were many people who still disapproved. He particularly enjoyed exposing the hypocrisy of men, especially married, homophobic men, who would spout hateful things about gays, but then secretively seek out boys they could fuck, only to experience their self-imposed guilt afterwards. He looked upon it as his role in the anti-gay world. But it also served as a mechanism to avoid attachments.
But Thomas hadn't turned out to be one of those.
He pushed aside all these thoughts and snuggled tighter against Thomas's warm, muscular chest. He smelled the enticing, natural musk and cologne emanating from Thomas. "Whatcha thinking about?"
Thomas hugged Ashley close. They laid there together in the early evening, enjoying the warmth and closeness that accompanied post-sex snuggling. He wanted to tell Ashley everything he was feeling, but didn't want to say anything until he had a plan in place. His thoughts were that he would let his business partners know that he wanted to move to Raleigh. Now he knew he wanted to do so sooner rather then later.
But for now, he didn't want to reveal this to Ashley. He wanted to surprise him after he could make the necessary arrangements. He hoped Ashley would be happy he was planning to relocate. He felt they could be happy together.
He knew this was impulsive and perhaps he was being arrogant and was fantasizing about what he felt for Ashley. And what he thought Ashley felt for him. But even if it didn't work out, he knew he wanted to move and start a new life.
He planned to tell his partners he was gay and wanted to move and start fresh. They would understand. They were that kind of people. Not that there weren't gay people in New York. Their were plenty. But Raleigh seemed like a place where he could come out and live a happy new life.
"I'm famished. Don't we need to start getting ready for our dinner plans?"
"You just ate." Ashley joked.
Thomas laughed. "Well, as delicious as you are, Ashley, I need something more substantive.
I have a feeling I'll need my strength for later." He winked at Ashley.
Ashley couldn't read Thomas. Maybe this was just going to last until Thomas left, but for now, he was enjoying it. More than he'd like to admit. This was definitely something new.
"Okay, but you'll have to behave in the shower or I might be all you get to eat tonight."
They both climbed off the bed and made their way into the shower.
As they stood under the warm spray and began bathing each other off, it became clear that it would be a struggle not turn this into something more than just a shower. But showing extreme self control, each of them managed to restrain contact with the other's stiffening cock, just enough to clean up, shooting looks at each other that said they both wanted more.
They both shaved at the side-by-side vanities and dried and combed their hair. Then they went back into the bedroom to dress.
"So, what should I wear for our date?" Thomas asked. He was glad that they had stopped at his hotel earlier to grab his suitcase.
Ashley liked the thought that this was, indeed, a date. "Nothing too dressy." He looked through Thomas's things and picked out some slacks and a linen shirt for Thomas. "Here, wear these."
While Thomas dressed, Ashley went into his closet and picked out some pants and a silk shirt.
"Mmmm. Very handsome." Ashley said when he saw Thomas dressed.
"And you look nice, too." Thomas said.
He pulled Ashley in for a kiss. This sent shivers up Ashley's spine. The kiss didn't last very long but it was lip to lip. Enough to make Ashley wish they hadn't made dinner plans.
"We'd better go, now. I want you to build up your strength."
As they left the house and walked down the stairs to Ashley's car, Thomas held Ashley's hand. "I'll drive. You just tell me where to go." Thomas even stopped at the passenger door and opened it for Ashley. "I could definitely get used to this," Ashley thought. Thomas didn't give it any thought, at first. It was a few seconds before he realized what he had done. But then, he recognized how natural it all felt.
Dinner was at a nice Italian restaurant, not too upscale, but very nice and quaint. Ashley knew the Maitre d' and they were seated in a cozy, private booth. They slid into the booth, side-by-side. A few other patrons walked by occasionally, but Thomas didn't care what they thought they saw, a gay couple. And he didn't even care about the disapproving looks by some, but not all, of them. Rather, he would openly touch Ashley's hand or arm above the table without care, without even thinking about it, really. He was getting used to the fact that he was gay. He found himself stealing glances and loving the smile he saw on Ashley's face.
Ashley damned sure didn't care what others saw or thought. He was too busy enjoying Thomas's attention. He particularly liked the light touches, especially when Thomas's hand was below the table and would brush his thigh. He didn't think Thomas knew that he knew how much Thomas was looking at him, but he definitely noticed and it made him feel warm inside.
The conversation was light and the food and wine were very good, but Thomas could only concentrate on Ashley. The service from their waiter, who Ashley also knew, was attentive, yet not intrusive. As they finished sharing a tiramisu for desert, which the waiter told them was on the house, each of them began to anticipate what lay before them later and the sexual tension that was beginning to build.
When the waiter brought them the check, Thomas instinctively reached for his wallet.
"No." Ashley said. "Remember, I said earlier that I wanted to treat you tonight."
