I was ten feet under water and not able to see much of anything. I was searching for my mask like a blind man searching the sidewalk for a quarter someone tossed his way. I was cold, tired and running out of air. I was just about ready to give up and push for the surface when my hand struck an object. I grabbed my mask, put it on, cleared the water and found my tanks a mere few feet away. I quickly put the regulator in my mouth and took a long drag. The oxygen moving into my lungs energized me. The mere sensation of my chest expanding and contracting with each breath was a welcome relief. I held the side of the tanks, flipped them over my head, got my arms in the harness and attached them around my waist. I put my feet on the pool bottom and pushed off. My head broke the water where I took off the mask, pulled the regulator from my mouth and spit out some excess water.
“Excellent!” the instructor congratulated me.
“It’s dark down there,” I complained. The pool’s and surrounding lights had been turned off before I had hit the water in search of my mask.
“It’s supposed to be. Diving conditions can change in a moment. The exercise is simply to give you a little bit of disorientation to see how you handle it. You did great!”
I swam to the edge, another student took my tanks and I crawled out.
“Next?”
“I’ll go,” Sherri said raising her hand.
The instructor’s assistant took her tanks and placed them on the bottom. She closed her eyes and her mask was thrown into the deep end. Off went the lights.
“Okay, Sherri, hit it,” she was directed.
I went to the shallow end and jumped in to await the rest of the class as they each took their turn with the exercise.
I guess you’ve surmised that I’m taking scuba diving lessons. And you’d be right. But not because of any huge desire to swim around the ocean with one-hundred feet of water between me and the surface. It’s because of our instructor. Let me explain why.
Billy Wilson is a gay man’s wet dream, at least all the gay men I know, myself included. He’s drop-dead gorgeous and built like a brick house. Talk, blonde and handsome simply isn’t enough of a description for him. He’s a part-time fireman, part-time instructor and full time body builder. If you like muscle, you’d love Billy. You can see every single one on his body, he’s that defined. Plus he’s a really nice guy.
I’m a loan officer at a local bank. I make an excellent salary and, with investments, am able to live quite a nice life. I’ve never had to live paycheck to paycheck so I have no idea what that’s like. My family is worth many millions. As an only child, I’ll inherit it all when my parents pass away. Right now I have a huge trust fund that I have access to. I’ve never touched a single cent.
I live in a nice house in an up-scale neighborhood. I have a Porsche Carrera. I’ve paid cash for it. What is nice is that I know that if something should happen, I have all that money to fall back on, so I never try to compare myself to anyone else who has nice things through hard work and doesn’t have an inheritance. If they get laid off or injured, they could lose everything. That won’t happen to me. So, I do have an advantage of a safety net.
I have just about everything I’d like. One thing missing. A guy to share it with. You’d think it would be easy to find one quality guy. I’m here to tell you it’s not as easy as it seems. Some guys get real interested if they know I have millions. Others simply want sex. Some are in open relationships and other are nuts. It’s the darndest thing.
I’m not a picky person. I’d like to find a guy that takes care of himself. I like muscle. Doesn’t have to be big, but it has to be there. Other than that, I’d like someone my age, around thirty, or older. You’d think I’d find one. I’ve been looking for over three years and I’m still alone. I know he’s out there somewhere. I’m not going to give up and settle for less than what I’d like. I think that’s a recipe for disaster.
I met Billy at my job. He came into the bank one afternoon. His image is burned in my memory. He was wearing a gray tank top, yellow running shorts and Adidas shoes. He had his sunglasses on top of his head nestled in a bunch of curly, blonde hair. I remember thinking his arms were bigger than my thighs. And I’m no slouch, I do work out with weights and do a ton of aerobics. I’m nicely muscled, but nothing like Billy.
I watched him approach one of the secretaries whose desk is in the lobby. His back was to me so I couldn’t see what was going on. He quickly turned on his heels and headed right for me. My heart leapt into my throat. I glanced at the papers on my desk, but I couldn’t remember what they were for.
“Mr. Sullivan?”
“Guilty,” I replied looking up. My cock stirred. Not only was he built, but he was the most handsome man I had seen in a long time. His pale green eyes seemed to look through me. His skin was tan but darkened around the mouth and cheeks by what would be a very heavy beard if he let it grow.
“How may I help you?”
“I need to apply for a loan.”
Over the next half an hour we discussed his needs. Billy was quite frank about his situation. He’d had a gay lover that left for a business opportunity in Europe. They had decided that splitting up was the best thing because he didn’t particularly want to move permanently across the pond. Their house was in Billy’s name and it was owned outright. He was going to use that for collateral, but it’s value was below what he needed to borrow.
Billy lived in a city that had been abandoned when the upper- middle class left for the expanding suburbs. The lower class took up the inner city and he was caught in between. He had a nice home, but not much more that was of any value. At 28, he was trying to start his own business with the great American dream as his goal.
We completed the paper work and I told him I’d submit it that day for approval.
“Do you think I have a chance.”
‘If I had any say, you would,” I thought to myself.
“Hard to say, Billy. Your home isn’t enough as collateral, but you do have a job and you’ve been a resident here all your life. I can’t say what they’ll do, but, yes, you do have a chance.”
“When will I know the decision?”
“Be about four days, say by Thursday of this week. I have your telephone number.
I’ll give you a call as soon as I hear anything.”
We both stood. He offered his hand. I took it. He damn neat crushed all the bones. I don’t think he had any inkling of the power in his grip.
He turned and strode toward the parking lot. I watched his bubble-butt and huge thighs as they moved farther away. I sat down. My cock was a titanium rod in my pants. It had tried to push its way past my belt but was stuck. I pushed my hand into the front of my pants to help it out. For the next hour, it rode my abs. And for that same length of time I couldn’t put two sentences together or think about anything but Billy. I have come to the conclusion that my dick is tied directly to my brain. Whenever its hard, my head ceases to function on an intelligent level. I waited for my hard-on to relax. My powers of reasoning returned.
Thursday afternoon the paper work was returned to me. It was stamped, Denied. Those old bastards. The old saying certainly is true: The bank will lend you money as long as you have money. I felt really bad. It was now my duty to tell Billy the bad news. Then an idea hit me. I ruminated over it for a bit and picked up the phone.
I reached his answering machine and left a message for him to call me. I was guessing since I didn’t tell him I had good news, that he’d figure that he had been denied.
I didn’t have to wait long. Just before the lobby was to close for the day, my phone rang.
“Hi, Mr. Sullivan, it’s Billy Wilson. I’m returning your call.”
I acted dumb. Yeah, I know, I do it really well.
“Mr. Wilson. Mr. Wilson. Mr. Wilson. Oh, yeah, you’re the guy that come in for a loan on Monday. I called you earlier and left a message. And please, my dad is Mr.
Sullivan. I’m Gary.”
“What’s the verdict?”
“I’m sorry, but you’re application has been denied.” I felt guilty as hell being the one to do the dirty work of the upper-level assholes.
“So that’s it.” I could hear the disappointment in his voice.
“Well, maybe not. Do you think we could get together this evening and discuss an idea I have.”
“Sure!”
“Where are you now?”
“I’m at the gym getting ready to work-out. I phoned home to pick up my messages and got yours.”
“Which gym?”
“Gold’s on Harbor Run Road.”
“That’s where I belong. I can be there in ten minutes after we close. Meet me at the juice bar. I have something interesting to propose to you.”
“I’ll be there.”
I was out the door the minute four-thirty struck. Fifteen minutes later, I was pushing open the doors of the gym. The juice bar was in the back by the lockers. I had to pass all the sweaty hunks that frequented the place.
I saw Billy at the counter in an animated conversation with Jack, the bartender. He had on a skin-tight pair of white shorts and what looked like an eggplant in the front of them. His black tank was one of those really skimpy ones that cover next to nothing. I’ve often wondered why guys bother putting them on at all.
“Billy,” I said moving closer.
He looked my way and smiled. God, he was even more handsome when his dimples shown. My dick agreed, although it didn’t really have any choice. I was glad that a mere smile made my big boy come to life.
“You made it.”
“Let’s move over to one of the tables where we can have a bit of privacy.”
“Want anything?” he asked.
I shook my head.
Fifteen minutes later, Billy was smiling and my cock stiffened at the sight. I had proposed to him a business deal. I’d personally lend him the money and in return, he’d repay me that amount plus six percent. I’d also have a ten percent piece of his company once the loan was paid back.
I told him I’d have my family lawyer draw up the agreement. It would be ready in a couple of days for him to read and take to his lawyer. I said I’d make sure the document was written in plain English so that it could be understood by non-legal people, which we both were.
“Why are you doing this?” he asked.
I couldn’t tell him the real reason.
“I’m thirty years old. I live alone. I have a great-paying job. I’m always on the look out for investments. When I heard what you wanted, I had hoped that those old fools would take a chance for once in their lives. When they turned you down, I figured I’d see if you were at all interested in having a silent partner. I think you can make a go of it.”
He sat back in his chair. I wanted to reach over and grab a big handful of him. I wanted to see if I could enclose one of his biceps in my two hands. I had my doubts. I wanted to rub my hand over the mantle of granite that was his chest.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything. Take a few days and think it over. It’s a better deal than you’d ever get at a bank, but on the down side, you’d have a partner in your business. At least I’ve given you something to think about.”
I excused myself and beat a hasty retreat. My cock was stretching my pants and I needed to give it some room quickly. I hurried into the locker. I was alone. My cock was bent in an awkward position. I opened my zipper, pulled at my briefs and managed to get my shaft into a more comfortable position. Feeling much better I left the gym.
I hadn’t even made it to the car when my cell rang.
“Hello.”
“Mr. Sullivan. Gary. It’s Billy.”
“That was quick. Got a question for me?”
“No. An answer. I’ll take you up on that offer.”
So, here I am. Taking advantage of my investment. And to be closer to Billy. It’s been interesting being his business partner. He’s asked my opinion from time to time, but I have been the perfect silent partner since the business opened four months ago.
He’s been right on time with his payments; no delays and excuses. It’s exactly what I expected. From the beginning, I got the feeling he was raised to honor responsibilities. He hadn’t let me down.
“Everyone gather round,” Billy directed. The nine students formed a ring around the leader. “I’m very happy to say that you all have passed the classroom and practical parts of your scuba training. We now have to plan out field trip for a thirty-foot dive to an old wreck not far form shore. It needs to be this weekend. You all decided which day and I’ll tell you the time. I want to make sure we’re not caught between tides.
It took but a few minutes to decide on Saturday.
“Okay, then we’ll meet here on Saturday morning. I need you all here by ten. We’ll be leaving then so we can get out the inlet before the tide turns. Anyone who’s late will not be going because we can’t wait.”
A buzz of conversation exploded. There was real excitement among the newest members of scuba enthusiasts.
“How do you feel, buddy?” Billy asked me.
“Old!”
He laughed and it warmed my heart. The simplest things he did gave me such joy I can’t tell you. I wanted this man.
“Who are you going to bring on the dive with us as a second veteran.”
Billy had told me that with larger groups, he’d usually get some other experienced diver to join him in watching over the neophytes.
“I met a guy and I’ve been out with him a couple of times.”
I felt as if I had been kicked in the stomach.
“I asked him if he would join us. He said he’d be glad to. So, I’ve got that covered.”
“Terrific.” I hoped it didn’t sound as sarcastic as I had meant it. “Then we’re set for Saturday.”
The weekend came quickly. Saturday dawned bright, warm and windless. We were all on site by noon. The dive went very well. I had my first experience underwater. It was the most amazing feeling. I can’t begin to describe the emotion that first dive evoked. The hour below was over before I knew it. It had been a real success for the whole group. And I got to meet Billy’s new interest. As I figured, it was a guy just like himself.
I didn’t see Billy for a couple of weeks. We had spoken on the phone a few times about business stuff. That was really his only reason for contacting me. I was hoping that with the business, our lives might converge. Instead, things seemed to be going in opposite directions.
You can imagine my surprise when he called me late one Friday night.
“What are you doing tomorrow?”
“Billy, what’s this all about. It’s almost eleven. I have to be up at five. Is there some kind of problem with the business?” I was tired and not in the mood.
“Gosh, Gary, I didn’t even think. I was feeling a bit guilty that I had been ignoring you lately. You gave me my chance to have my own business and I’ve been an ungrateful shit.”
“Billy, you don’t have to be my buddy. We made a business deal. Nothing more, nothing less.?” My voice was icy.
There was silence on the other end. I was the one that suddenly felt like a shit. Just because he had someone in his life didn’t mean that I had to act like a petulant child.
“Listen, I’m sorry Billy. I’ve had a really lousy day and I shouldn’t be taking it out on you. I’m going sailing tomorrow. I’m going to get the boat up and ready to shove off at six-thirty. If you’re free, I’d love to have some company. I was going to pack a nice lunch and sail up the coast. I know a little cove that I like to frequent and simply enjoy the silence and solitude. You’re welcome to join me if you’d like.”
“Won’t I be a third wheel?”
“No, Billy, there’s no one in my life at the moment, I’m sorry to say. I was going alone.”
“Yeah, Gary, I’d love to go. I haven’t been sailing since I was a child. I won’t be much help, but I can follow directions if you point me in the right direction.”
“Okay. Meet me at the marina at six. We’ll get everything set and shove off before the sun comes up. I really like being on the water as dawn breaks. There’s something in those moments that gives me such a spiritual lift. I’d love to share it with you.”
“I’ll be there at six. May I bring anything?”
“Just yourself.”
At six-thirty the next morning we were off. The predawn hour was a bit blustery, but the weather report had said the ocean would be calm, a light easterly breeze would rule the day and the skies would be clear.
Billy arrived on the dot. He had on a royal blue Izod T-shirt, gray corduroy shorts and sandals. He had a knapsack that contained a change of clothing, his swim suit, suntan lotion and other odds and ends.
After we got out to sea, I cut the engine and we were under sail. We talked about everything and nothing. It was one of those dialogues that naturally evolve. We watched the dawn break, the light pushing the darkness over our heads and toward the west. It was a magical moment for me. I was enjoying a simple act of nature with a man I thought I could love if given the chance.
When the sun finally broke the horizon, we began our sail in earnest. Billy took directions well. And his strength came in handy when the winds picked up. We had the full sails up on my Catalina 18 cruiser much quicker than I could have done it. We were heading north at a good clip.
Billy removed his shirt. I sat back at the tiller and enjoyed the show he was putting on. I had him running all over the place. He didn’t have to, but I was enjoying this gorgeous animal race to and fro doing tasks that didn’t need to be done. I know, I’m horrible. But I was so enjoying myself.
We were about an hour out when the wind suddenly changed directions. I yelled for him to duck, but either he didn’t hear me or it didn’t register. The boom began to gradually swing across the boat. It clipped Billy in the back of the head and knocked him into the well.
I froze. I didn’t think the sail had hit him hard enough, but he wasn’t getting up. I thought he might be severely injured.
I raced to his side. He was on his back. I couldn’t see any blood. I gently lifted his head to feel where he had been hit. No sign of blood there. He simply appeared as if he were sleeping.
I lowered the sails and threw the anchor overboard. I grabbed the first aid kit and returned to Billy. He was still in the same position. His breathing was strong and regular, but I wasn’t a doctor. I had no medical training at all. I wasn’t even sure what was in the kit. I had never had to use it before.
Rummaging through the contents, I found some smelling salts. As I prepared to crack the ampule, something stopped me. A wild idea came over me. It was so wild that my dick began to get hard.
I had before me the man of my dreams. He was never going to be mine, but I had the perfect opportunity to have him, if only for a bit. I decided to go for it.
I quickly undressed and stowed my stuff below board.
Billy was already half undressed so I didn’t have much to do. I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his waistband, lowered his zipper and pulled his pants off having a bit of trouble getting them past his enormous thighs. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. He did have on a dark red jock strap. Seeing him there, totally naked except for that jock made me light headed. The codpiece was stretched to capacity. You couldn’t have covered any more if you tried. I wanted to burn the image of his sculpted, tanned body resting there in that jock into my brain. It was the hottest image I had seen in my life.
I played with his basket for a bit. His cock began to react. Problem was, there wasn’t any place for it to grow. As the shaft thickened and elongated, it pushed the jock upward. His balls fell through the gap caused by the movement of his tool.
I was beside myself with lust. I bent down, grabbed the strap with my teeth and began to peel it off him. I used my free hands to rub his abs and his thighs. I tugged and tugged trying to get the straining material past his large member. I finally had to get some help from my hands.
I used them to peel the basket holder over his hips and down his thighs. I left them around his ankles.
I began my exploration of his body. His felt different from mine. Though we were both muscular, his were much larger and more solid. I couldn’t get enough of his pecs. I love a furry chest and he was the softest down covering the entire area above his breasts. I rubbed my hand back and forth across the expanse of his chest. I was surprised that he didn’t shave his body hair like most builders liked to do. I was glad he didn’t. The soft fur in contrast to the solid muscle got my head spinning. I rubbed and rubbed. I brushed across his nipples and felt them get rigged with each pass.
I bent over and took one in my mouth. I chewed on his quarter-sized teat with a hunger I didn’t know I had. I switched to the other side and thrilled to the feel of a man’s nipple in my mouth. My mind couldn’t focus on what to do. My dick was at full erection and my brain ceased to work. I found myself biting, sucking, licking and flicking his nipples in no particular order.
When I had had my fill of his chest, I rose above him and looked at his face. His eyes were slightly open but he was still knocked out. I leaned in and smelled his hair. It had the aroma of herbs. He must have used some special shampoo that morning. I drew in a couple of breaths with my nose planted in his curly locks. I kissed each eye, licked each earlobe, licked the tip of his nose and pressed my lips to his. Even though there was no response, it was the best almost-kiss I had ever had.
His lips were full and soft. He was freshly shaven so I couldn’t feel any stubble as I work my mouth over his. His teeth were parted so I had a straight shot with my tongue into his mouth. He tasted of coffee. My head exploded. I couldn’t get deep enough. I shifted positions trying to get our mouths such that I could push my tongue to the back of his throat. I pushed so hard my tongue began to cramp. Pulling out, I continued my journey to the promise land.
His abs were rock hard and solid as granite. I thrilled to their feel on my palm. He had a light dusting of fur around his navel that grew into the patch that surrounded his cock. I put my lips on his abdomen. I kissed and licked his entire midsection. My tongue was on fire. My cock was throbbing.
I finally turned my attention to his soft member. He was cut and rather big with enormous balls in a sack that appeared too small for them.. He had been a shower, now it was time to see if he was a grower, too.
I took him in my hand. I thrilled to the sensation his cock in my palm. I gently rolled the shaft in my fingers. I rubbed my thumb over his large, mushroom head. I watched him grow and I continued to stimulate his organ. It grew to quite some length. I could put two hands around it, one above the other, and still have a few inches left.
I began to pump his prick with my left hand while I fondled his large nuts with my other. I thrilled to the hardness of each. I pulled down on his nuts as I stroked upward on his cock. Within minutes precum appeared in the slit. With a few more pumps, it began running down the shaft. I tilted his huge cannon toward his chest and let the nut juice collect in a pool on his abs. I milked him for several minutes. I didn’t think anyone could make that much lubricant.
I was mesmerized by the collecting precum. I watched it flow in a valley between two ripped peaks. I kept milking him trying to fill his abdomen with his life’s seed. It didn’t last long. I lowered my head and covered my tongue with his nut juice. It had that familiar salty flavor and was exactly what I had been waiting for for several months. I desperately needed to taste this big stud. I wanted his essence inside me. It was all I had thought about since I first saw him. He didn’t disappoint.
I licked every bit of precum from his abs and turned my attention to his cock. I wanted more. I throated his head and sucked as hard as I could. I was thrilled by the warm ooze I was fed by my knocked-out partner. His taste and scent had me in a sexual frenzy. I needed him inside me. And I needed it now.
I straddled my stallion in a kneeling position. I grabbed some petroleum jelly from the first aid kit. I lathered up his monster. Positioning myself directly above it, I placed the head at my back door. I looked at his unconscious face. I wished he was awake, but I would take him any way I could.
I leaned forward slightly, placed my clinched fists on his abs for support and took a deep breath. Clinching my teeth I sat back. His large mushroom popped through my sphincter. The pain exploded in my brain. I began sucking air in quick breaths. Tears filled my eyes. My wrinkled love hole twitched around his knob. I tried to slow my breathing, but the pain hadn’t subsided and it took great effort to relax.
As the pain ebbed, I was able to gain a little control. I took slow, deep breaths. I hadn’t been prepared for the intense sensation that struck my brain. I was a virgin and hadn’t had any idea how severe the feeling would be. It also made me want to take more of him inside me.
With another cleansing breath I pushed downward. This time I was prepared for the explosion of sensation. The pain struck again, but the overwhelming desire to be impaled by this hunk needed to be satisfied. So I continued. Slowly and painfully I inched my way down his shaft. The tears continued to well in my eyes. Grunts arose from my throat when the ache became almost unbearable. I persisted. I was going to the base no matter what.
Then suddenly, I felt my rectum relax and I slid to the bottom. A different pain filled my gut. His length was pushing my intestines upward against my abdomen. I sat perfectly still for a bit. When I was ready, I sat upright taking my hands off his abs. The imprint of my two fists remained. I hadn’t realized that I was pushing hard enough on them to leave my mark.
I was impaled. I had the man of my fantasies entirely within me. I didn’t move. I could feel the warmth of the sun penetrating my body; the morning breeze blowing the salty air across my naked body. My senses were firing on all cylinders. It was the most excruciating feeling. My rectum was on fire. I finally had first-hand experience of what ‘hurt so good’ meant. It was a pain that gave me the most intense pleasure. I didn’t want it to end.
The time had finally come to ride my stud. I used my thighs to set myself in motion. At first, the movement was truncated. I lifted off him only a couple of inches before returning to the starting position. The sensation of his cock sliding in and out was incredible. I gradually became accustomed to the fullness and the ache. I increased the distance I pulled up. The return to the base sent shock waves up my spine. It was the most intense feeling of satisfaction I’ve ever experienced. His huge piston gouged at my insides.
As I became more comfortable, I raised higher and higher plunging back to home base with each effort. When at last I could come all the way up, I screamed the first time his head hit my love button. The feeling was so intense I almost lost my balance. I did lose my rhythm, but I was desperate for that to happen again. I rose to my full height and slammed myself back onto his cock. Again and again I drove him inside me. My prostate was being beaten. I was grunting with each hit. My entire body was afire.
I eventually developed an easy rhythm. The grunting continued as he massive member plowed my ass. I covered my head with my arms as I thought it might explode with the ecstasy of the moment. I watched the precum being driven out of my slit as his cock massaged my prostate. I’d never experienced anything like it. It made me want more.
I had to have been at it for ten minutes when Billy came. I saw his back try to arch as it started. Air was expelled from his lungs like a deep grunt when the first of his load blew into my love chute. His entire body shook with the orgasm. I was almost bucked off my bronco. I continued to work his cock. I felt his load hit inside me. I squeezed my gluts as hard as I could. I can’t be sure how many voleeys he spewed, but I loved the sensation of him cumming inside me.
I lifted myself off him when his shuddering ceased. I stood at the side of the boat, grabbed my cock and stroked it as hard and as fast as I could. Withing seconds my own orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. I felt it begin in my balls and a warmth spread from there to my shaft. When I hit that point where nothing can stop the inevitable, I threw my head back and screamed as I fired round after round of thick, white man juice into the Atlantic. I collapsed when it was over. My thighs had never ached so much. I was totally exhausted.
I sat in the sun for I don’t know how long. When I was able, I got dressed and cleaned up Billy’s dong and his seed that leaked out of me. I managed to get the red jock back in place and cram his organ in the basket. I got his shorts on and everything back the way it was before he was struck on the melon.
I took the smelling salts from the first-aid kit. I cracked the ampule and gently waved it back and forth under his nose, but not close enough to elicit a severe head reflex. I didn’t want him slamming his head on the deck.
A few sniffs and he began to awaken. He was disoriented at first.
“Where the hell am I?” he asked.
“You’re on my sailboat,” I answered him.
I helped him to a sitting position.
“What happened”
“You were hit by the boom. I tried to warn you, but you didn’t duck in time. How’s your head?”
He rubbed the back of it. “Sore!”
I felt it. “There’s a good-sized limp, but no blood. How many fingers am I holding up?”
I raised my hand with two fingers pointing skyward.
“Two.”
“At least we know your vision is okay. You should probably be checked out by a doctor. You were knocked out there for a while.”
“I’m fine. Let’s get to that cove and have something to eat. I’m starved. I don’t want to ruin our first date.”
His words hit me like a ton of bricks.
He saw the surprise on my face.
“Yeah,” he winked at me. “I’d really would like this to be our first.”
He pulled me to him and gave me a tender kiss.
“I’ll weigh anchor and get us to that cove before you can say, ‘I’ve changed my mind.'”
“Then I take it the idea is okay with you?”
“It’s absolutely perfect. But what happened to that other guy.”
“I wasn’t interested. I had my sights on you. Being my business partner, it took a while for me to work up the courage to approach you.”
I leaned over and kissed him back.
Now how was I ever going to tell him that his memory of our first time together making love won’t be the same as mine?
The End
