This session had been exceptionally good. Jim satisfied Jake's needs so well. He always succeeded in taking him to a climax without his ever touching himself. But Jake still felt something was lacking. He wanted more from Jim than just sexual satisfaction. Jake sighed. Jim took it as a sigh of contentment. He turned on his side toward Jake and rubbed his chest as he said to him, "That was great, Babe. Thanks."

Jim rolled off the bed. Jake watched him strut into the bathroom. Jake sighed again and sat up. He picked up Jim's t-shirt off the floor and wiped himself, dropped it back on the floor and dressed.

When Jim came out of the bathroom he glanced at Jake who was sitting on the edge of the bed already dressed, looking rather pensive. He picked up his clothes, examined the t-shirt and dropped it into the hamper. Slipping a clean t-shirt over his head, he asked, "What's on your mind, Jake?"

Jake studied him for a moment before answering. "I think we should take our relationship to the next level. I love you, Jim. I want to live with you."

Jim slipped his Levi's on and sat down to put on his socks. Jake watched, waiting for a reply. When Jim pick up a boot, Jake stood up. "Well, what do you think?"

Intent on pulling his boots on, he refused to look up at Jake. "It won't work." he muttered.

"How do you know that?"

Jim stood up and glared at him. "Look, Jake, I've been in three relationships and all three fell apart with both parties getting hurt each time. I like you too much to risk hurting you."

"And you think your not hurting me by freezing me out. We've been seeing each other for three years. We get along so well."

"I don't want to get hurt again."

"I would never do anything to hurt you. I love you, Jim."

Jim grabbed Jake by his shirt front and stuck his face up to his. Jake may have been the taller, but Jim was just as muscular. At that moment, he subconsciously thought of Jake as a wimp with his need and desire to be loved. "Stop it. I told you once that I don't want to hear that shit. What we have is enough. I don't want to hear that again."

Jake forced Jim's hands off his shirt and backed away from him. He couldn't believe that this hard bitter man in front of him was the same man that he had been making love to a few minutes ago. "I thought I knew you. You're showing a side I've never seen before."

Jim turned away. "Who said that you know me?"

"I believed you loved me."

"I have never said that."

"But you've always shown it. Until now."

"Yeah, well....." Jim looked everywhere except at the man standing in front of him.

Jake studied him. He'd never seen the hard shell Jim now projected. He'd always been warm and giving until Jake had opened his big mouth and suggested that they commit to each other. He sighed. "Alright, Jim, if that's the way you want it."

He turned and walked to the door. As he reached for the knob, Jim asked, "Where are you going?"

Jake turned and looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Pardon me, but you don't have the right to ask that question any more." He turned back to the door intent on leaving.

"Why not? Nothing's changed," Jim said.

Jake stopped. For a few moments he didn't say a word. He turned again and looked at Jim, still not speaking. Finally he muttered, "I guess I had the wrong perspective. Your right, Jim, nothing has changed. Just my view of it." He quietly closed the door as he stepped out.

The soft click was like a gunshot to Jim. He collapsed onto a chair. He knew at that moment that he had lost something precious, something that he had convinced himself that he didn't need or want in his life. At that moment he realized that even though he'd never admitted it to Jake and barely to himself, he loved Jake. He stared in disbelief at the closed door. He had pushed Jake away. He closed his mind to the admission he'd just made to himself, and told himself that love had hurt him again.

'Oh well,' he thought, 'he'll be angry a couple of days and then he'll come back. He won't leave me. He needs me.' He kept talking to himself until he had convinced himself that he was right.

Jake was desolate of feeling as he mounted his classic Indian motorcycle and slowly rode the few blocks back to his place. He looked around the spartan two bedroom apartment and felt claustrophobic. He needed to get away, get his mind back to a good place. It was time to hit the road for a few days and regroup. He packed a small duffle and his saddle bags with some clothes, his laptop and the few essentials that he needed, including a couple of books. In minutes he was on the open highway speeding away from the city. Where he was going he would know when he got there. The only important thing at the moment was the pavement flying by under his wheels and the wind in his face.

When I left Jim's that afternoon after I had been rebuffed for the second time for trying to get him to say that he loved me. I went back to my place, packed a duffle and my saddle bags, tied them on the back of my classic low slung 1952 Indian motorcycle and headed out of town with no destination in mind. I rode with my mind full of hurt, anger and resentment. I felt that I deserved better from Jim; I spent over two years of my life courting him, hoping that one day he'd come around. As far as I was concerned it was over with Jim. I wasn't going to keep hoping and ending up hurting like this.

I rode without my helmet, letting the wind whip through my hair, blowing the negativity from my mind. After a few droning hours on the open highway my mind was cleared of the anger and resentment I was feeling toward Jim. I felt at peace with myself and the world. Jim didn't matter for the moment.

I rode late into the night and finally stopped at a two-bit motel on the outskirts of the small city of Kirksville. After a hot shower, I lay on the broken down bed and stared at the dark ceiling, thinking about just how much out of sync I felt with the rest of the world. I finally dozed off as the sky was getting light.

I woke up late and took my time getting up and moving. I was having a difficult time not being depressed. After checking out of the motel, I cruised around Kirksville and decided that it was as good as anyplace to hold up in for a bit while I licked my wounds and let them heal. I found a clean little old hotel downtown and rented a room by the day. That evening I tooled around until I found a café where a police motorcycle and a couple of police cruisers were parked out front. I knew there would be good food there. The police always know where there is good affordable food to be had.

The two cops driving the cruisers were standing at the cash register paying their check when I entered. They turned to look at me. I nodded to them and stepped up to the counter, set my helmet on a stool, pulled off my leather jacket and draped it over the back of it and then sat down on the stool next to it. I glanced around and didn't see the motorcycle cop, but I noted the restroom sign above an arched alcove and figured that's where he was.

I picked up the menu and started to peruse it, but looked up when I heard the squeal of door hinges in need of some graphite. The motorcycle cop, with his helmet tucked under one arm, stood in the arched doorway. Covertly, I watched the big blonde handsome hunk over the top of my menu. He looked down at the stool next to where he stood as if considering sitting there, and then he looked at me. I think my heart skipped a few beats when our eyes skirmished. I dropped my eyes back to the menu. A moment later a deep masculine voice sent a thrill down my spine and interrupted my feeble attempt at making a decision about my dinner choice.

"Mind if I sit here?"

Not believing that the hunky cop was wanting to sit next to me, I swivelled and glanced down the row of empty stools, then I looked up to verify that it was he who had spoken. Have you ever seen a deep mountain spring-fed pool? The water's not really blue, nor is it quite green. The color is deep and liquid. That was his eyes. I got lost in their depths. It took me a moment to remember what the question had been.

"No...no, please do," I said. My eyes dropped to the man's smiling lips, to his strong cleft chin and then to the uniform. I pulled my eyes back up before they went any further south, and looked at the officer's face again. He was handsome, maybe the most handsome man I had ever seen. I wondered what it would be like to run my tongue through the deep cleft of his chin.

He pulled off his leather jacket, and draped it over the stool's back. He picked up a menu as he sat down, glanced through it and put it back in the chrome holder. Sitting so close, I could feel his body heat. I kept my eyes on the menu even though my mind wasn't processing what I was looking at. My whole right side was vibrating from his proximity.

"If you like liver and onions this place makes the best." He said leaning toward me, nudging my shoulder with his shoulder.

I winced. I didn't need him touching me, I already had an uncomfortable hardon. "That's what you're having?" I asked, not daring to look at him.

"Absolutely, I stop here at least once a week for it. The liver is about three quarters of an inch thick, with just a little pink in the middle, and the onions are grilled to a crispy brown and not greasy." He seemed so cool and at ease. I felt like I might implode at any given moment and prayed he wouldn't touch me again. Fuck, not even Jim had this effect on me. I felt like I was fourteen throwing a woody.

At that moment the diminutive big breasted, blonde waitress sidled up to stand provocatively in front of him. I wondered if she would snap her gum to complete the picture.

"Hi, Charley, you having your usual?" I had expected her voice to sound like fingernails on a chalk board with a nasal twang. It wasn't. A soft soothing modulation, almost musical, flowed out of her mouth.

"Yeah, Sal, the usual." He grinned at her and she winked at him as I watched.

Then she turned to me smiling. "And you, Hon?"

I grinned at her feeling like a complete idiot and nodded toward the cop. "I'll try his usual."

"And to drink?"

I looked at her. She wasn't chewing gum and I saw intelligence in her eyes. Must have been the pink uniform with it's short, above the knees skirt and big white ruffled collar that descended to a deep cleavage, or it might have been her hair color that made me instinctively think she would be an air head. "Just a tall glass of ice water, thanks," I said.

She had a nice smile. I closed the menu and placed it back in the chrome rack that also held the condiments at the back of the counter. I glanced at the cop as he scrutinized me.

I have dated a few girls and other than the affair with Jim I'd never considered getting close to another man. I'd looked at a few men and wondered, but that was all. Now here was this big beautiful cop being friendly and I felt like a kid with his first crush. I knew I was just going to have to brazen this out and ignore my reaction to him. I steeled myself, turned and held out my hand.

"I'm Jake Shipman, Charley." I grinned and got grinned back at.

"Charley Hill, Jake."

After the reaction I had when he bumped my shoulder, I was expecting a jolt touching his hand, but not the thousand mega-volts that went right to the center of my being. I was certain that my hair had to be standing out from my head like a cartoon character. From the look of surprise in his eyes I suspected he felt it, too. He didn't look up at my hair so it must not have done anything abnormal, but my scalp still tingled. He held my hand too long, but pulling mine back was out of the question. I would've let him hold it all evening, but then he blushed and let go.

We talked through our meal and an after dinner cup of Sal's good coffee. I began to relax and enjoy his company. He learned I hailed from Wayton and I found out he'd been born and raised here in Kirksville. We both discovered we were bachelors with no marriage prospects in sight. Sal watched us from her stool next to the cash register, interrupting only to take away the dirty dishes and bring us more coffee.

"Well, time for me to get back on duty." Charley said, rising off the stool and reaching for his wallet at the same time. I watched him over tip Sal and I matched the amount he left. He grinned at me and I couldn't help but grin back at him. He blushed at Sal's knowing wink as he paid his bill. I wondered what was going on between the two of them.

We wandered outside. It had gotten dark while we ate. The neon signs had come on, staining the bleached glare of the sodium light mounted on a telephone pole next to the café. We watched each other put on our leather jackets. I straddled my chopper and pulled on my snug-fitting helmet and admired the way Charley's uniform pants fit when he bent over his cycle to adjust something. I couldn't tell much about his upper torso. He was wearing a bulletproof vest.

Although it was dark beyond the arc of harsh brightness, Charley put on his Ray-Bans before turning and walking up to me. I looked at my duel reflections in his glasses and then at the shy smile below them. I tried to swallow a sudden lump in my throat. I was feeling sad that nothing more was going to happen between us and at the same time I felt relieved. I was just beginning to recoup from Jim's refusal.

"I'm off duty in about an hour," he said. "You want to grab a beer and just lay back awhile?"

"Sounds good." I couldn't keep the smile off my face.

"Meet me here," he said pausing to look at his watch, "in one hour and fifteen minutes."

I memorized his face. "Will do," I said. My heart was singing. I ogled Charley's backside as he mounted his motorcycle, then took off the sunglasses and stowed them inside his jacket. He waved without looking back and cruised up the street. I slumped over the handlebars, wishing he'd touched me again or that I'd had the courage to touch him. I realized that I hadn't thought about Jim in nearly two hours. I resented that he could intrude on this moment, but the anger had gone, replaced by a feeling of emptiness.

I sighed, got off the bike, opened one of the hand-tooled leather saddle bags, took out a book and wandered back into the café. This time I chose a booth. The place was nearly empty; there was one couple in a booth and an old guy at the counter. I caught Sal's eye and mouthed, "Coffee" and opened the book.

Moments later she placed a mug of coffee in front of me along with a little pitcher of cream. I looked up to thank her and she smiled at me. "So you gonna hook up with Charley later, Hon?"

I stared at her, kind of shocked at her forwardness, and didn't answer. She shrugged. "Honey, Charley and I grew up together. We've been friends forever. Charley's as nice a guy as you'll ever find." She sighed and said, "Fortunately, for you, he's not my type."

I raised an eyebrow as I continued to look at her. "You don't like cops, Sal?" I asked.

She laughed. "I love cops. I'd marry one in a minute if I could find one as sweet as Charley."

"So why not Charley?" I asked.

Sal sighed and stared out the window a moment and then turned back to me. "I don't think Charley is looking for a wife. I watched him date girls back when we were in high school. He never dated one more than three times. Since he came back, after he got out of the Marine Corp, I don't think he's dated at all. And since he joined the police....well, I don't think anyone else has noticed, but being a people watcher, I've noticed that Charley checks out each man that comes through the door. He studies them and then dismisses them. He ignores the women." She stared back out the window for a few moments. "He seemed to have given up on finding a mate. Until tonight," she added as an after thought.

I nodded and nearly smiled. So she'd figured out that I was gay and she was okay with it. Otherwise, why would she be telling me this? She was also letting me know that she thought Charley was, too.

"You be good to him." She admonished. "Be honest with him. Let him know where he stands."

"How do you know I'm not just going to be just a one night stand?" I asked.

"You're a good guy, Hon, I can tell. It'll only be that way if that is what you want it to be. I know Charley. He doesn't do what he's done with you tonight. He may check out other men, but he doesn't make contact with them. You're the exception."

I looked down at my book. There was a sudden lump in my throat. "I'm on the rebound. I'm not what he's looking for. Maybe I should just disappear." I said glancing up at her.

"Don't do that. Just be up front with him. He could use a good friend like you. And I think from the look in your eyes, you could use one, too." She patted my hand. Her eyes held mine for a moment. "Your coffee is cold, Hon, let me bring you another cup," she said, picking up the untouched cup and whisking it away.

I stared out the window into the black night. A cup of steaming coffee appeared on the table, but she didn't interrupt my reverie. I sighed, kind of wishing that she had. My thoughts were back on Jim. And I didn't want to think about him just then.

I stared at the opened book I'd brought in with me. I didn't see a word on the page as I reviewed what had brought me to this particular place at this moment in my life. I was an only child raised on a farm upstate. My parents were in their mid forties when I was born. I suppose I was loved and protected more than most kids. Growing up isolated on the farm I knew I was naive and rather shy. I still didn't make friends easily, even after two and a half years in the Army and three years of college. I dated girls while in high school, more as a cover because I had no interest in them. I never had a sexual encounter with anyone until I ran into Jim.

Jim was different from any other guy I'd met. Nearly as tall as me ,but much more muscular. He'd dominated me and I let him. He'd pushed me into bodybuilding, introduced me to heavy sex, but taught me nothing about love. He'd never kissed me when we weren't having sex. I wondered if he'd become a nurse as penance for not being able to love. I loved the sex with him, wanted to love him and be loved by him. But all he was willing to give was a great fuck. I wanted more than that.

I sighed and immersed myself in the book. I was aware that Sal had come back and refilled my cup with hot coffee a couple of times, but I was so engrossed in my reading that it took me a moment to register that Charley had slid into the seat across the table. I glanced up and saw him grinning at me and couldn't help but grin back. He was dressed in jeans and a blinding white, tight tee shirt. It was plain to see that he had a muscular chest and a flat hard belly. He had a black leather biker's jacket slung over one shoulder, a finger hooked in the collar.

"You ready to go?" He asked.

I nodded and closed my book.

"Come on."

I got up, left a couple of dollars on the table and followed Charley to the door. Sal caught his eye with a warm smile. She winked at him again and he blushed. Seeing a big guy like Charley blush is delightful. I couldn't help but chuckle. He reached behind his back and poked me in the belly with a finger. "Are you on in the morning, Sal?" he asked, acting casual, as if he'd never blushed in his life.

"As sure as the sun rises in the east," she answered.

"Well, then we'll see you after it's well up in the sky. Good night."

I nodded to her with a big stupid grin. She smiled and held up a warning finger. I nodded again and followed Charley out the door. I stowed my book and looked up to see Charley studying me. I smiled, but Charley's countenance remained studious.

"What?" I asked.

Charley shook his head and smiled with one side of his mouth. "Just trying to figure out things. Let's go home."

I blinked and took a step back. My heart started palpitating. I wasn't ready to go home with him. "Home" held many connotations. I wasn't prepared for any of them. Charley noticed I was near panicking.

"That's where the beer is," he explained.

"I thought we'd be going to a bar," I said. I wondered if he could hear the quaver I could feel in my voice.

"The only bar I'd feel comfortable in is inhabited by my buddies on the force. We couldn't talk in there. We need to talk, Jake." His tone of voice was begging me to understand and accept.

I gulped and nodded in agreement, calming down a bit. Of course, he would be out of place in most bars, he was a cop after all.

We mounted our cycles and roared into the night. I following behind Charley's big Harley. My heart was pounding. What was I getting myself into? I instinctively felt I could trust the big blonde man on the Harley in front of me, but I wasn't emotionally ready to get involved with him. My thoughts and emotions tumbled along at a speed that matched the motorcycle I was riding. Those thoughts and emotions hadn't arrived at any destinations when Charley led me to his.

We turned into the driveway of a small, modest, well kept house in a quiet neighborhood. The door of the attached garage opened as we approached and Charley rode in, parking his Harley next to a fairly new Ford 150 Pickup. I stopped outside unsure of what I wanted to do, or of what Charley was expecting of me. Charley turned off his engine and looked back at me. "Park it in here, Jake. You don't want to leave it outside."

I had already turned off my engine, so I stepped off of it and pushed it in next to Charley's. Trepidation had a firm grip on my throat. The garage door closed, my knees gave way and I sat on the bike seat. I found myself facing Charley's chest. I stood up and looked into the big guy's face expecting to be wrapped in a hug with my lips pressed against his. It didn't happen. Charley smiled and shyly took my hand and led me into the kitchen. I marveled at the warmth, the security I felt in that hand holding mine.

He paused at the refrigerator and removed two long-necked bottles of beer with his free hand, led me over to the kitchen table, pulled out a chair and motioned with his chin for me to sit. When he let go of my hand I felt like I had been set adrift. The only thing I could do was collapse into the chair. He sat across from me.

He twisted the cap off a bottle and pushed it across the table to me and then uncapped the other one and took a swallow, never taking his eyes off mine. He sat the bottle down and continued to stare. I didn't know what was going on in Charley's mind, but I felt contented just staring back. It took me a moment to realize that he was speaking.

"What is it about you that makes me feel so comfortable?"

I smiled, but had no idea of how to reply. I picked up my bottle and guzzled a quarter of it.

"Tell me about yourself, Jake, tell me who you are."

I found it easy to talk to Charley. I told him all about my life growing up on a farm up north, joining the Army, about hooking up with Jim the last semester of college, and when I was half way through the second bottle I told him about Pete and Jason; two college kids that had befriended me and what a cute young couple they were. I told him about how Pete had broken his arm and Jim had been hired to take care of him. Charley laughed when I told him how Jason had told Jim off for ordering him around and then had bolted back to his old dorm room. And how Jim had called me to find and apologize to the little guy for him. When I told Charley about my first meeting with Jason, I realized I had come to think of Jason as my little brother. Funny, I felt like he was the only person in University City that I thought I'd miss if I didn't go back. We drank more beer. I told him about my writing. I wondered if I had started subconsciously considering not going back.

Charley told me about his life. He'd always lived in this town. He had two married older brothers, three nephews and a niece that he adored. They and his parents all lived here, across town. He'd been in the Marines, gone to community college for three years and then joined the police force.

He admitted that he'd known since puberty that he was gay, but had never acted on it. He'd dated the opposite sex through high school never letting any one girl get serious about him before he moved on. He didn't really know any gay men in Kirksville.

I told him about two fellows that I had recently met, and that one of them had a brother who was a police detective and had a young lover going to the university.

He became pensive. I watched him for a few moments and then couldn't take the silence and the doubt that it implied. I reached over and took his hand that was idly drawing circles with the bottle in its ring of condensation. "What?" I asked.

He looked up at me "I want to make love to you Jake. But first I want to know you. I want you to know me. There's something special about what's going on between us and I don't want to fuck it up by just jumping into bed."

I told him what Sally had said to me.

"Yeah, Sal's a wonderful friend. We've never talked about me, but she has always been understanding without saying anything."

"Charley, you know I would never intentionally hurt you. I've told you about Jim. I'm trying to get over him, but I'm still emotionally messed up. It's only been two days."

"I'm not going to push." His voice was soft, gentle.

"Damn, Charley, I could so easily fall in love with you."

"I probably shouldn't say this, but I think I have already fallen in love with you."

I let go of his hand and drew back.

"Don't, Charley, don't."

"Jake, I'm a big boy. I am responsible for my own feelings. Alright?"

"We haven't even kissed, much less done the big act."

Charley grinned and asked, "Do I have to do that before I fall?" He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table, his hands clasped, and stared directly into my eyes. "I'm looking forward to it, but it doesn't have anything to do with how I'm feeling about you."

I reached back across the table and covered the big man's hands with mine.

"I don't want to just have sex with you and I'm not sure I'm ready to make love to you. I should be going back to my hotel room." I stood up ready to flee. We each had consumed four bottles of beer and it was nearly one o'clock. Charley kicked in to an Authoritative Police Officer mode.

"You're not going anywhere at this point. I'd have to arrest you for DUI." The APO attitude disappeared just as fast as it had appeared. "Let's just go to bed and cuddle. When the time is right, we'll both know it. Until then I want to hold you and offer you comfort. Maybe ease the pain you're feeling."

I studied him. "How do you know I'm in pain?" I asked. Sitting back down.

"It's in your eyes, Jake. I want a chance to take it away from you."

"I've never met anyone like you, Charley. I feel like I'm in way over my head."

"I won't let you drown, Man." Not saying another word he stood and took my hand, pulled me from the chair and led me into the bedroom.

At the edge of the bed Charley stepped in front of me and took both my hands in his. We stood nose to nose and stared into each others eyes, neither of us looking away. "The last time I slept with someone I was a ten year old kid." He told me. He'd let go of my hands and started unbuttoning my shirt. I stood mesmerized and a little tipsy and just let him. Charley slipped the shirt off my shoulders. "I feel about as giddy as a kid right now knowing that in a few minutes I'm going to be holding you in my arms. I've waited a long time for you," he murmured.

I watched his face as he studiously removed my shirt. "How can you know it's me you've waited for, Charley? I'm kinda damaged goods, you know?" He ran the palms of his hands down the front of my torso, and moved me to a sitting position on the bed. He's 6' 5" and I'm only one inch shorter. I didn't resist, I couldn't resist. His touch had rendered me helpless. He knelt in front of me.

"There's nothing damaged about you, Jake." He pulled off my boots. "You may be a little bruised. But bruises heal."

"More like a little used, don't you mean?" I watched him pull the white socks off my feet. Charley frowned in thought as he held one of the damp socks to his nose. I smiled at the unconscious act but didn't say anything. He closed his eyes and smiled. It was obvious that he liked my scent. I felt a stir between my legs.

"Used?" He asked, sitting back on his haunches. "No. Experienced? Yes."

I stood up and started to undo my belt. Charley moved my hands away. I couldn't help becoming aroused. He paid no attention to it as he undid my belt and unbuttoned my 501s. When he pulled my jeans down to my knees, my cock sprung erect, slinging pre-cum across his lips. Charley drew in a sharp breath and grinned as he licked his lips. He hadn't expected me to be going commando. He studied my cock a moment and then glanced up at me.

"This doesn't look like it's had enough use."

"Charley."

"Relax, Jake, I'm just admiring it. Damn, it is beautiful."

He put a hand on my taut belly and pushed me back down on the bed. Taking the bottom of my pant legs, he pulled them off.

He stood up and folded the jeans and walked across the room to lay them on a chair along with my shirt. I watched, fascinated with this big blonde giant. He turned and looked at me.

"My turn."he announced.

"May I do it?" I asked.

Charley shook his head. "Not this time Jake. Not unless you're ready to go the length."

I was, but I wasn't. I dropped my eyes and sighed. I watched a pearl appear on the end of my dick and slide down the length of it

"Go pee." Charley pointed at the bathroom door. He must have known that the beer had finished recycling and was ready to be disposed of. I obediently rose and headed for the bowl. I didn't know how I was going to be able to release my bladder with a hard on. I stood at the bowl and thought about Jim. It went down.

Charley had undressed and folded the covers back, while he waited his turn in the bathroom. I stepped back into the room and stopped, staring at the beautiful naked man in front of me. He was staring at me. He was hard as a rock and his big beautiful cock was, too. My cock stood back up while we took our time memorizing each other's body. Charley finally broke the spell pointing to the opposite side of the bed.

"Get in. I'll be right back."

I slipped between the cool sheets and closed my eyes. Minutes later I felt the bed move as Charley slipped in beside me. An arm slid under my head. Feeling the warmth of Charley's body moving up against me, I rolled onto my side and snuggled my back against his incredible, hairy front. I could feel Charley's hard cock pressing against my butt as he fitted his long body against mine. It felt so natural, so right when he wrapped his arms around me, and pulled my body snug against his. He kissed the back of my neck. I was stiff and throbbing.

"Goodnight, Jake. Sweet dreams."

Disappointed that he was sincere in just going to sleep, I tried to stifle a yawn and snuggled closer. I hadn't been aware of it, but I was exhausted. I nuzzled the arm under my head and was soon asleep. I'm a very light sleeper and I woke up a while later knowing that Charley was still awake next to me. I'd lost my hardon. I turned to face him. His poked me in my belly. Mine rose to greet his.

"Can't you sleep?" I asked.

"Probably could."

"So why don't you?"

"Don't know. Maybe I'll miss something," he replied.

"Well, I have no trouble going to sleep in your arms."

"I'm comfortable with you, too, Jake. I just got caught up in feeling you lying against me and forgot about sleep."

"Well, I'm going to watch you until you go to sleep." I told him.

He kissed the end of my nose and closed his eyes.

"Goodnight, Jake." he said as he rubbed his cock against mine and then let out a huge yawn.

In just minutes he was softly snoring. I snuggled into his fur enjoying the feeling of our cocks pressed against each other. At some point I drifted away into sleep, too.

It was still dark when I again awakened. Charley was on his back and I lay against him with my arm across his chest and my leg over his hips. I could feel his hard cock pulsing under my thigh. My own cock felt at home pressed against his side.

As my awareness expanded, my bladder insisted on relief. I hated moving, but I rolled away from Charley and off the bed. I felt my way to the bathroom, found the bowl in the dark and released a flood.

Out of the darkness Charley's voice rumbled. "Man, I gotta go, too. Mind?"

He turned on a dim night light next to the sink. I moved to the side of the bowl and watched Charley step up beside me and felt his big arm embrace my shoulder. His strong stream splashed in the bowl. I turned my head toward his underarm, and with a deep sniff I memorized his scent. My cock started to fill.

I finished, but stayed to lend my support to steady the big half-asleep man until he shook off the last drops. He flushed the bowl and turned, taking me into an embrace. I didn't hesitate to hug him back. I was drunk on his scent and the feel of his body.

"You ready to get up or would you like to sleep a little more? It's only four-fifteen." He kissed my nose as he asked.

I was wide awake, but wanted some more of being naked next to this wonderful man. "Let's go back to bed," I said.

We lay face to face. I scooted down and burrowed in the white blonde forest of his chest hair. I inhaled his scent, it was all man, not soap, not cologne, just him. I rubbed my face against his chest nibbled the dark pink nubs poking through the hair and then moved up to his neck, nuzzling the tender skin under his ear. I rubbed my bristly cheek against his. The move up his body made me aware of my hard, pulsating shaft now pressed against his.

Charley rubbed his hand up and down my back. I followed his lead. He pushed away and looked at me.

"You feel so good like this, Jake. But if you want to stop just say so. I'm not going to push you."

I chuckled. I'd already decided that I'd just relax and let Charley lead us.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"You're the virgin. That was supposed to be my line."

"Yeah? Well, if you were coming from a different situation it would be yours. But it's mine right now. I mean it, Jake. If you're uncomfortable with this, just say so."

"Charley," I said, staring into his deep pools, "I am amazed at how comfortable I am with you." I grabbed his butt cheeks with both hands and pulled him snug against me. He got the message and kissed me. I found my mouth being forcefully opened by his tongue and I succumbed. It was just a natural thing to copy what he was doing and it made my head spin, sticking my tongue in his mouth. I loved the taste and feel and the emotions it evoked. I discovered that I loved kissing. I discovered that I loved kissing Charley.

As the sky lightened, Charley and I took each other to plateaus I had never known before. The first time it came on us fast. His hand hardly touched my cock before I spewed all over his belly and crotch. The moment my hot semen hit his cock he shot all over the both of us. Thus well lubricated we rubbed against each other until neither of us could stand it any longer and we added massively to the stickiness.

Charley rolled out of bed and returned with a warm wet towel and wiped us both clean. We cuddled chest to chest, our legs entwined, and dozed.

I woke with Charley lightly snoring into the pit of my upraised arm. I had never experienced this post coital tenderness before. Once Jim was done he was out of bed and gone. Now I lay with this big beautiful man asleep in my arms and I never wanted to stop. 'This is what love adds to it,' I told myself. 'This is what was missing with Jim.'

That thought scared the bejeezus out of me. I'd spent nearly three years with Jim and never came near this level of intimacy. One time with Charley and I was experiencing levels of intimacy I hadn't known existed. I couldn't believe that I had just met him last night.

Charley breathing pattern changed and I realized he was sniffing my scent. And then his tongue was tasting my arm pit. Soon he was doing things to me that put all coherent thoughts out of my head.

After coming down from the high of my third orgasm I rolled onto my back sucking in air. Charley, too, still breathing hard, lay on his side his head propped up on his elbow.

"Damn, Charley, that was the best sex I think I've ever had," I exclaimed.

He didn't say anything for a nearly a minute as he just looked at me. "Is that all it was to you, Jake, just sex? I've never touched another man's cock. I took yours in my mouth, I swallowed your cum and to you it was just sex?"

I looked at him. I felt that if only I could be a hard ass toward him and just make it be only sex we'd be safer. But I'm no good at lying. The tears in his eyes really did make them look like deep clear pools. Besides, I love holding him while he sleeps.

"No, Charley, that was not all it was," I sighed. "But maybe it would be best if it had been."

He stared at me a moment more then rolled off the bed.

"Fuck you, Jake," he muttered, as his feet hit the floor.

I heard the shower flow and the crash of the shower door being yanked closed. I sighed and stared at the ceiling.

"To hell with this. And to hell with rejection. I don't need it. I'm going with how I feel." I said out loud to the empty room. "This marvelous man is wanting to love me. And I want to love him. So why not?" I slipped into the shower and wrapped my arms around Charley's chest. He groaned and relaxed against me. The back of his head rested on my shoulder. Neither of us said a word as I started feeling and caressing his slick, wet body.

He turned in my arms and we held each other tightly, while rubbing our cocks together, enjoying the feel of each other's hard taut body. I slid down and kneeled before him, taking his beautiful cock into my mouth.

Charley's hips pushed forward and I swallowed, letting it slide into my throat. I'd read about guys doing this but never dreamed of doing it myself. It was easier than they made it sound. I swallowed a couple of times. Charley's cock seemed to grow bigger, and then it was pulsing. I pulled back to take his essence in my mouth where I could get a taste of it. It was sweet. That surprised me. Jim's was bitter. I'd only once sucked Jim's cock until he came. I'd spit out his cum, I didn't like the taste or having his cock forcefully rammed into my mouth. I'd never let him put his cock in my mouth again.

I was so turned on having Charley cumming in my mouth that I shot my load on his feet without touching myself.

The water chilled and he turned it off, grabbed a towel and rubbed me down. When he finished he stepped out, picked up another one and started to dry himself. I took it from him giving him the same tender treatment that he'd given me. He took my hand and led me back to the bed. He lay down pulling me down beside him. He pulled my body against his, wrapping his arms and legs around me. Holding me tightly, he told me we had to talk.

"I know," I said with a deep sigh.

He relaxed his hold and I caressed the pelt on his chest.

"That feels so nice," he purred.

"Charley? You admit to being a virgin. Where is the shyness, the fumbling? You are the smoothest take charge guy I have ever met. Where does all this confidence come from?"

He stared at the ceiling. "I guess from being a cop. That and a stint in the Marine Corps. I didn't tell the whole truth. When it comes to man sex, yeah, I'm a virgin. Well, I was yesterday. Partially. Mostly. My brothers taught me about sex. You know the usual stuff kids do, jacking off, that kind of thing. I've had a good bit of sex with women. I guess they would say I'm pretty good at making love. But you know what, Jake?" He continued to stare at the ceiling. "It was all just fucking. That's all any of it ever was. I never made love to any of them. I never made love to anyone before this morning. I never met a man I wanted before yesterday."

He rolled in my embrace and pulled me snug, the tip of his nose touching the end of mine.

"When I laid eyes on you, Jake, when I walked out of that restroom and saw you sitting at the counter, I knew...." His emotion choked him, making the words difficult. "I knew, Jake, that you are the one. The only one for me."

"Jesus, Charley, I've been straight with you. You know where I'm coming from. You know I'm fucked up emotionally right now." I pushed away from him and sat up. "I told you about Jim. I feel like such an ass. I should have run when Sally warned me."

"Don't run from me, Jake. I promise I'll keep my emotions to myself until you're ready."

I stood and turned to regard him. "And we'll continue to have sex that's really more than just sex. Who are we kidding here, Charley?"

He rolled over to the edge of the bed and stood in front of me. He raised a hand to caress my cheek, but I stepped backwards knowing what his touch does to me.

He dropped his hand and turned away. "I'm going to go make a pot of coffee. What do you like in it?" he asked slipping into his boxers.

"Just black." When he'd left the room I collapsed onto the mussed bed. It smelled of him, and made my thoughts thick with lust. Sitting back up I compared what had happened in the last twelve hours to how my three year relationship with Jim had been.

I'd been even more virginal than Charley. I had never experienced most of the things he and I had done, not even with a woman like Charley had. Jim was into rough masculine stuff. No emotion from him, except lust. A caress to him was trying to rub the skin off of my body, or a deep body massage, compared to the gentle loving touch Charley had. Jim liked licking my pits and crack; he had paid little attention to any other part of my body. With Jim, I realized, I'd only experienced sex.

Charley had opened up a whole new world for me. He'd made love to me and then said he would keep his emotions in check. I knew there was no way I could do that with mine. I was falling in love fast and hard. My emotions were running rampant.

He came back into the room carrying two cups of steaming black coffee and handed me one. "Are you okay?" he asked. I looked up at him. His concerned look pierced my being and I wanted to touch him. "Yeah, I'm fine." Suddenly I couldn't look at him, my eyes seemed to have taken on a life of their own as they glanced off of everything in the room except Charley's face. "I was accusing you of being the virgin. Charley, I'd never before done some of the things that we did. I've never slept the whole night with someone before last night. I've never kissed like we have."

"You're kidding me." His voice was filled with disbelief, awe. He set his cup down and took my hand.

"Jim was never gentle. He disliked kissing. He never put his mouth on my cock although he often had it in other private places. I... I... I blew him once when we first got together and hated the experience. He was rough and forceful. His cum was bitter and I spit it out. You're the first man whose cum I've swallowed."

"That makes it even more special, Jake." he said as he kissed me. I opened my mouth to him, but he pulled back. "We don't have time for more. I have to be on patrol soon. Let's get dressed and go have breakfast. We can talk more tonight. Okay?"

I struggled to stay afloat staring into the deep pools of his eyes. I had an urge to just take some deep gulps of him and happily drown. I managed to pull my eyes away. "Okay."

As we dressed he told me he had to be on duty at eleven and asked me what I was going to do with my day. When I told him I had no idea, he handed me a key to his house "Check out of that hotel and move in here. You can stay in here with me," he said, and then as he turned away added an after thought, "or you can have the guest room. It has its own bathroom."