The Stranger In The Park 2

Nothing lasts forever. Even so, I hoped that my relationship with Paul would be the exception to the rule. I entertained secret thoughts of marryng him and being together until death. There was a time when I feared that I would lose him.

Barely 3 months had passed since Paul and I met at Vibe Bar + Patio. We were having latte at sparsely populated Lekko Coffee on a Saturday afternoon at 2 o'clock when I heard the barely audio text message alarm on his phone.

Without saying a word he opened the message.

After a couple of seconds I asked, "what was that about."

"An old friend," he replied. "He says he wants to meet up with me."

"Is it a guy?"

"Yah, it's a guy."

I'll bet it's an X boyfriend. Am I about to be dumped?

"Are you going to meet up with him?"

"It can't hurt."

It can't hurt? What if the guy wants to get back together?

"When do you plan on getting together with him?"

"In about a half hour," said Paul.

He texted a reply.

We left Lekko and came to the statue of Richard Wagner in Edgewater Park. Back in the early days of our relationship a friend had taken a photo with his cell phone of us standing in front of it. He texted it to me. I, in turn, shared it with Paul.

About 5 minutes after we arrived a dude whom I hadn't met approached from the east. A six-footer with dark hair, he bore a resemblance to the actor Tom Ellis aka "Lucifer Morningstar".

"It's been a long time Paul."

"Randal, what are you doing here?"

"I missed you."

Really," Paul retorted. "As I recall you were the one who broke up the relationship."

While this was taking place I stood by quietly.

"I just want to talk."

"I had to move on with my life."

"Is this your new boyfriend?"

Paul responded to the question by draping his arm around my waist.

"What's the boy's name?"

"Steven," I replied.

"Steven what?"

I looked at Paul then looked back at his former boyfriend.

Paul spoke for me.

"He dosen't have to tell you that."

I didn't want to give out my last name. Why should I? He wanted to take my boyfriend away from me.

The Tom Ellis look-alike walked away. My mind was full of questions.

"You have nothing to worry about. I'm in love with you."

Paul's kind words prompted me to kiss his lips. He gave it back.

As we walked along the water through the brisk wind the questions ran through my head.

My boyfriend finally spoke. "Randal and I were together for 10 years. I started dating him when I was your age. We were both just out of college and working our current professions."

"He left you," I asked.

"I caught him with another guy. I went to his apartment.

He came to the door in his briefs. Then I heard a man's voice."

"The guy he was fucking," I asked.

My boyfriend replied with a silent nod. A second later he spoke candidly.

"I didn't want to know how long he was screwing the dude behind my back. Anyway I tested negative."

"He had the audacity to want to get back together?"

"Yah," Paul replied.

It felt like my turn to speak.

"Tricia and I started dating each other during junior year high school. We went to a high school dance but not as a couple. That was night I asked her out."

"Did you dance with her that night?"

"A couple of songs," I replied. "I think she had a crush on me."

"How long did it last?"

"October to Febuary," I said. "We didn't have enough in common."

"It seems to me that you guys didn't have a lot to talk about."

"No we didn't," I admitted.

"When did you realize that you like guys?"

"I guess it was sometime during college. I was curious and thinking about it but I couldn't bring myself to act on it. The night you and I met at Vibe was the first time I reached out."

Paul gave a smiling nod.

"Are you out to family?"

"To my brother Larry," I replied, "and to my mom much later."

"How was the reaction?"

My mom gave me a hug then she said that she always knew but she waited for me to tell her."

"Steven you do have effeminate traits, not that there's anything wrong with that."

"Larry was shocked when I told him."

"Do you have friends who are girls?"

"Yah, my brother's girlfriend," I replied.

"What's her name?"

"Lynne Mathews," I replied.

"What about your dad, are you out to him?"

"He's not OK with it. I doubt he ever will be good with it."

"I came out to family when I was 15. I remember my first kiss. His name was Richard."

The shadows lengthened. The autumn breeze was making swells on Lake Erie.

"I'm getting hungry," I said.

"How about a pizza," Paul suggested.

Having decided that delivery beats eating at a pizza house, I phoned the order from my apartment. Meanwhile at my diningroom table Paul and I opened a bottle of sparkling wine which I had just purchased.

The glasses clinked in a toast "to new beginings"

"To taking your virginity," he quipped.

"I'm not a virgin."

"We don't count girls."

"They said about 'twenty minutes'."

"Then we should go easy on the wine," said Paul. "We'll need it to wash down the pizza."

"May I ask a question?"

"It must be personal, right?"

"Do you masturbate?"

He didn't reply.

"I do and I enjoy it so much."

"Thank you for admitting that."

"I don't have a problem with admitting it."

"How often," he asked.

"Only on nights when I didn't see you," I replied.

"So you're thinking of me while your hand is working."

I nodded.

The pizza delivery guy turned out to be a smoking hot blue-eyed blond. As I handed him the cash I tried not to have lustful thoughts. Paul Kenwood is the man I love.

Over pizza and a second glass of wine for each of us we chatted about trivial stuff.

Suddenly he said, "I would like to watch you masturbate."

I began by stroking it through my jeans while stiil sittng in the diningroom. About a minute and thirty strokes, give or take a few, later the erection made a telltale bulge inside my pants.

I didn't resist the urge to get completely naked. My boyfriend locked his eyes onto my 5.5 inch erection.

The seconds ticked away as my hand jerked repeatedly. Watching him get turned on encouraged me. Aware of my impending ejaculation, I angled the head to squirt cum toward my navel.

The white fluid left streaks near my navel and just below my pecs.

I looked up. My mouth widened into a smile of satisfaction. Paul Kenwood gave a nod of approval.