When a Man Loves a Man
Two Beau to Beau Fictional Stories of the Beauty
and Bounty of Life When Two Men Love
Bear Hugs
Trey's Daddies
Bear Hugs
When Eric spends a day in the park in
search of just the right setting for his painting with a romantic flair, he
meets a man who is both passionate and charming, and who very quickly wins
Eric’s heart. Eric soon realizes that he has never known a love like the love
he feels for this man. When this man confesses a desire that he has carried
with him for almost half a century, Eric wonders if his own desire for true love
may not be the same love that this new man in his life seems to desire. A trip
to the homeland of this man of Eric’s desire reveals much more than Eric had
expected. Eric now wonders if he may have gotten himself into something he may
one day regret.
Excerpt:
Eric found a bench where the sunlight was perfect, and set up his
easel. He relaxed and enjoyed his muffins and coffee while he looked around.
“Well, time to work,” he said, but to him this wasn’t work. Painting was Eric’s
passion. “One day I will make it big. Who knows, I could be the next Picaso,”
he said, with a laugh. From Eric’s vantage point, he had a perfect view of a
crystal clear lake, a beautiful expansion of green grass, beautiful roses of
course, and a mostly clear blue sky. In the distance was a forest of old growth
trees which Eric planned to paint at the very edge of his canvass to add just a
hint of mystery to his romantic painting. “This is going to be the perfect
day,” he said. The setting was just right for the perfect painting of nature’s
finest. Eric looked out at the lake. There were two beautiful white swans
swimming, and the slight ripple in the water behind them was breathtaking.
“That’s it,” Eric said aloud. “That’s the money shot.” Eric often used that
phrase, though he didn’t paint for money. Eric painted for pleasure. Still, he
wouldn’t mind being “discovered.”
Eric had painted for almost three hours, concentrating on the two white swans
and the romantic ripple of water behind them, completely oblivious to all other
activity in the park, when he suddenly realized that he was being watched. He
wouldn’t have noticed, except that the sun had moved and the intruder’s shadow
was now blocking his light. Eric turned around. “You’re quite the artist,” the
man said. “Oh, thanks,” Eric said. “I don’t mean to stare, but for the last
hour you have had me completely mesmerized.” Eric was flattered, and could feel
the heat in his cheeks begin to rise. “You have captured the detail of the
swans and their movements exquisitely.” Eric shrugged. “Oh, it’s just a
hobby. Well, I guess it’s really more of a passion of mine,” Eric added. He
leaned down to pick up the brush that had fallen and when he looked up again,
the man had taken a seat next to Eric on the bench. “I hope you don’t mind if I
watch for awhile.” Eric looked at the man. “No, I don’t mind,” he said, a
little uneasily. The man looked to be in his middle to late forties, or so Eric
guessed, though he knew he could have been off by at least ten years. Eric had
turned thirty-five this year, but had always had somewhat of a baby face. He
had hated that about himself until the last five years or so when he realized
that looking younger definitely had its benefits.
The man sitting beside Eric was nice, very friendly and easy-going. He extended
his hand and said, “I’m Aiden, Aiden Nelson.” Eric quickly placed the end of
his paintbrush in his mouth and shook the man’s hand. Then holding the brush in
his hand, he said, “I’m Eric Kovach.” Aiden stretched his arms across the back
of the bench, which brought him even closer to Eric. “Kovach, huh? Is that
Polish? I don’t mean anything by that. I have always been interested in name
origins. I majored in cultural studies in college many, many years ago.” Eric
smiled. “It’s Croatian.” Aiden loved the way Eric’s dark hair against his
white skin seemed to make his entire being stand out, as if he were in one of
his magnificent paintings. “Well, you may have guessed that I am of British
descent. In fact, I lived in London until I was twenty. Over the years,
though, I have lost much of my English accent, but if you listen closely you
will hear remnants of it.” Eric smiled, and glanced over at Aiden. “I hope
that I am not bothering you with my idle chitchat.” “Not at all, Aiden. I’m
putting the finishing touches on my painting right now. I have a small
collection that I hope to show at one of the galleries this week.” “Oh, yes, in
the Pearl District. Well, I shall make it a point to stop by.” Eric smiled,
and glanced at Aiden once again. Eric had never been as easy with people as
Aiden seemed to be. “What line of work are you in, Aiden?” Painting while he
talked made the conversation a lot easier for Eric. He could avoid direct eye
contact that way. “As for myself, I don’t live far from here at all. I own a
vintage clothing store,” Aiden offered. Eric looked at Aiden. “I’ll bet I’ve
been to your store. I love everything vintage, vintage clothes, furniture.
Antiques I can’t get enough of.” Continuing to look at this nice man, Eric
wanted to know more about his store. Aiden continued. “I design some, that is,
when I can find the time. My mother designed wedding dresses in London, so I
learned to sew at a very young age, and she must have given me my creative side
as well as my eye for design.” Aiden smiled, and Eric smiled back. “Well, I’m
finished with my painting,” Eric announced proudly. “Magnificent, Eric.” Eric
felt Aiden’s hand on his shoulder. Aiden squeezed Eric’s shoulder and then put
his arm back on the bench. Eric knew that his face had probably turned a few
shades of red, but he didn’t mind Aiden’s touch. He didn’t mind it at all.
********
Aiden took Eric’s empty
glass and set it with his own on the top of the dashboard. He put his arm on
the back of the seat and turned toward Eric. “Well, Eric, before we head back,
I want to thank you for a lovely evening,” he said. Eric felt like a
schoolboy. He wanted Aiden to kiss him out here in the moonlight. “I should be
thanking you, Aiden. You did all this for me.” Eric looked down. Aiden moved
closer to him and put one hand on Eric’s knee. He put his arm around Eric.
“Eric, may I?” Eric looked up and Aiden’s very distinguished looking face was
right in front of him. The look in his eyes, the wine glistening on his lips,
and the heat of his breath were making Eric dizzy with lust. Eric leaned his
head on the back of the seat, closed his eyes, parted his lips, and waited.
Aiden moved closer to Eric until his pelvis was pressed against him, held him
tighter with one arm over his shoulder and the other arm holding his body close
to him. Then Aiden looked at Eric’s closed eyes and parted lips. He lightly
touched his lips to Eric’s lips, and then pulled away, just slightly. Eric
leaned forward slightly, asking for more. Aiden touched his lips to Eric’s lips
again, this time pressing them firmly to Eric’s. Eric slowly raised his arms
and placed them around Aiden’s thick chest and broad shoulders, sliding them
downward along his back. Aiden put his arms around Eric, pulling him forward,
holding him in a big bear hug embrace. Eric opened his mouth to Aiden’s kiss.
Aiden lightly ran his tongue along Eric’s lips and then kissed his lips again,
lovingly, slowly, yet fully and passionately. Aiden felt the warmth of Eric’s
embrace and held him longer than he had planned this first night together.
Aiden didn’t want to stop, but he didn’t want Eric to think he was taking
advantage, either. He liked Eric a lot, and he would have loved to make
passionate love to him tonight, but he would wait until the time was right and
the two of them could wake up in each other’s arms.
********
Aiden motioned for Eric to sit with him in the living room. Eric went with
him. Aiden turned to Eric as they sat together on the sofa. It was almost dark
in the room, the only light the slowly fading flame of the single candle. The
darkness made it much easier for Eric to relax. Aiden took Eric’s hands in his
after he had moved very close to Eric. “The flame is flickering its last,”
Aiden commented. He kissed Eric on the cheek. Eric could feel shivers
throughout his entire body. If he could just say it. If he could just tell
Aiden not to go tonight. “Stay,” Eric heard his own voice say. He was sure
that it had only been a whisper. Aiden surely couldn’t have heard the single
word. “I had every intention of staying,” Aiden said, his warm breath next to
Eric’s ear. Eric felt as if he were melting. Eric wanted to melt into Aiden.
Eric closed his eyes, but turned his lips to Aiden. Aiden’s big strong arms
went easily around Eric, and he lightly touched his lips to Eric’s lips. Eric’s
body wanted Aiden, and Eric’s shyness only intensified Aiden’s arousal. Eric’s
body was not shy, however. Aiden’s arm brushed against Eric’s arousal, and
Aiden kissed Eric’s lips passionately, opening his mouth and running his tongue
along the inner edge of those lips. Eric slowly reached out and put his arms
around Aiden’s thick body, and Aiden pressed his body to Eric’s much slighter
one.
Aiden was not just kissing Eric. Aiden was making
love to Eric, slowly, passionately. Aiden took his time enjoying the taste and
feel of Eric’s lips. This kind of love was new to Eric. His other lovers had
never kissed him for this long. Lovemaking had been very rushed, until now,
until Aiden. Aiden slowly moved his lips from Eric’s, and Eric gasped for air
as Aiden kissed his chin. Eric tilted his head back so that Aiden’s lips could
continue their downward trail. Aiden held Eric with one arm around his waist
and the other arm resting on his hip. Eric knew that Aiden could feel his
erection with his arm resting across his pelvis, but he didn’t care. Aiden had
aroused erotic feelings in Eric tonight that hadn’t been aroused in a very long
time, and Eric wanted Aiden to touch him, to kiss every inch of his naked body,
and Eric wanted to feel Aiden’s sensual lips around his cock. Eric’s body ached
as he thought of Aiden and him naked together in his bed.
********
One Wednesday, Eric called to say that
he would be working late but didn’t give a reason. Aiden’s insecurity was
growing as he put the children to bed and still Eric had not come home. Aiden
poured himself a glass of wine and drank it in the dark, alone. It was after
ten when Aiden heard Eric’s key in the lock. He was surprised at the darkness
in the room. Eric put his things down and walked toward the kitchen. He hadn’t
seen Aiden sitting alone in the dark.
Aiden followed Eric into the kitchen. He flipped the light on,
and Eric froze in his tracks. “It is late, Eric.” Eric turned and looked at
Aiden. Aiden hadn’t realized just how much Eric had changed. He had always
been a slender man, but he now looked too thin, and he looked old to Aiden.
Have I done this? he wondered. “I know it’s late, Aiden. We’ve been working on
a big project, and two men quit a week ago. I’m the only one they’ve got who
can do what needs to be done now.” Aiden moved closer to Eric, and Eric
steadied himself by leaning against the counter. “You are tired,” Aiden said.
“Yes,” Eric agreed. Eric didn’t have the energy to argue, if that was what
Aiden was planning. “Come here, Eric.” Eric followed Aiden into the dining
room, wondering what he was so upset about.
Trey's Daddies
After suffering a minor concussion in
the postseason games, Derek decides that it is time to end his career as a
running back for the National Football League before his career ends his life.
Derek and his best buddy, Sandy, a golden retriever, take a much deserved
vacation to visit Derek’s parents at the old homestead in eastern Colorado.
While there Derek meets a very intriguing young man named Craig. There seems to
be a secret about Craig, though, that Derek’s parents do not want their son to
know, but for some reason they do not want Derek to become involved with this
young man who Derek cannot seem to resist.
Excerpt:
Derek’s father was outside working on his
old truck when Derek pulled into the drive. “Look at you and that fancy new
truck,” his father said, jokingly. “And look at me with my old jalopy,” he
added. Derek knew that his dad was joking. Derek’s father was proud of all
that his son had accomplished. Derek had done what his father had wanted to
do. He had gone to college on a football scholarship and had been drafted into
what his father considered to be the finest institution in the country, the
National Football League. Derek hadn’t played for his father’s beloved Denver
Broncos, but he had still played football. “There’s my big football star,” he
said, as Derek walked toward him, and he gave Derek a big welcome hug. “Dad,
this is my best bud, Sandy,” he said. At the sound of his name, Sandy jumped
out of the truck, almost knocking Derek’s dad to the ground. “He likes you,
Dad.” “Well, of course he does,” the older gentleman joked. Derek’s dad, Tom,
roughhoused with Sandy, and Sandy loved the extra attention from this playful,
older version of Derek. “Well, take your buddy here and go see your mother.
She’s in the house. I should have this old truck up and running in just a few
more minutes.” Derek smiled at his dad, and said to Sandy, “Let’s go see
Grandma”, and patted his leg.
Sandy left his playful new friend and followed Derek
into the house. “My baby,” Derek’s mom said, and hurried to hug her son. “We
sure have missed you, honey.” “Me too, Mom,” Derek said, and hugged his
mother. “And who are you, pretty puppy?” Sandy licked her hand. “Sandy, this
is Grandma,” Derek said, and winked devilishly at his mother. “Well, I guess I
am Grandma now,” she laughed, and petted the pretty dog. Derek’s parents had
been quite young when Derek was born, and definitely did not seem old enough to
be grandparents, at least not to Derek. “Well, go on upstairs and unpack,
honey. Your room is all aired out.”
********
Derek followed his dad into one of the houses. Derek was more than just a
little impressed. The house was much better than nice inside. “This is
beautiful, Dad.” “Well, I can’t take credit for that. I just leased the land.
I didn’t do the decorating.” Derek looked around. “Has Mom seen these?” “Oh,
yes. She put her two cents in about the color schemes and what not.”
Sandy had toured the entire place by himself already, and was running back down
the stairs, followed by a Denver Bronco. “Oh, I didn’t know anyone was here.
Sorry to barge in on you like this.” Tom felt a little embarrassed now. “Oh,
no problem. Nice dog.” Derek thanked the man. “So, are you a preseason
hopeful, or in the game for certain?” Tom asked, feeling and looking very
uneasy. “Preseason hopeful, I’m afraid. First game is tomorrow night.” Tom
assured the young man that he would be at the game, and that he was looking
forward to a winning season. “I’m Craig,” the man said. Tom introduced himself
and his son, and when Derek had turned to shake Craig’s hand, Tom winked at
Craig knowingly, a wink which Derek did not see. Derek shook Craig’s hand.
“Nice kid,” Derek said, after Craig had gone back upstairs. “Looks determined,
too, promising,” Tom added. “Well, come on, son, let’s let Craig get himself
ready for his big debut at Mile High Stadium.
********
Derek walked around to the front door and knocked lightly. When he knocked, he
noticed that the lights began to go off one by one. “Okay, Sandy, someone is
definitely in there. Come on.” The dog was at his side as Derek knocked
again. The house was completely dark, but the door was not locked. Derek
slowly opened the door. “Knock, knock,” he said. “Anyone home?” There was no
answer, but Derek hadn’t really expected an answer, given the oddness of the
situation.
Derek and Sandy slowly walked inside. Derek flipped the nearest wall switch to
turn on at least one light. “Hey, if you’re in here, I won’t hurt you. I
promise. Craig, are you here?” Derek heard something fall, and it sounded as
if it was coming from the kitchen. He and Sandy walked slowly into the
kitchen. Derek turned on the kitchen light. Standing silently along the far
side of the kitchen was Craig. “Craig, why are you hiding?” Then he noticed
that Craig was holding something. “Craig, what is…oh, is that yours?” Derek
realized how stupid this question must have seemed to Craig. Craig said
nothing, but waited for Derek to do or say something more. “You remember me and
Sandy?” “Yes,” he whispered. “I just got him to sleep,” Craig said, looking
down at the bundle he was holding. “Can I see him or her?” “It’s him. Sure.
His name is Trey.” Derek walked over and looked at the tiny baby. “He’s
beautiful, Craig. But aren’t you supposed to be in Denver with the team?”
Sandy stretched up to sniff the bundle in Craig’s arms. “I, um, well, your dad
arranged this for me, Craig. This is my house, and the other one is empty right
now. I’m not sure what your dad plans to do with it.” Craig was silent, not
wanting to say more. “Oh. Why did Dad not tell me?” Craig didn’t answer.
“I’m sure he didn’t mean to keep things from you,” he quickly added. “Oh, no
problem. So then, you live here and not with the team?” Craig nodded. “Your
mom keeps Trey when I’m gone,” he added. “Wow, I had no idea. She must love
that.” Derek looked at the sleeping baby. He touched Trey’s hand, and the
little guy wrapped his hand around one of Derek’s finger. “Oh, look at you.
You’ve got a strong grip, little guy.” Craig smiled. “I didn’t mean to hide.
I didn’t know it was you.” “Think nothing of it, Craig. Is there anything you
need?” Craig shook his head. “No. We’ll be going back to bed now that Trey
has had his bottle.” “Well, don’t hesitate to ask for help,” Derek said.
********
When Craig came back downstairs without his shirt,
Derek couldn’t help but stare. Football practice definitely agreed with Craig.
His chest was gorgeous. Derek decided then and there that he was not going to
let himself get out of shape just because he was no longer playing football.
Craig walked over to Derek and leaned down to look at his son. Craig was
wearing no cologne, but Derek found his natural scent somewhat arousing. Derek
had never really believed the whole “chemistry” thing, but thought that he just
might be wrong about that. “Well, Sandy and I should probably go now,” Derek
said. Craig turned to him, and said, “You could stay awhile, if you like. I’m
just heating up some of your mom’s good home cooking. She keeps me well
stocked.” Derek nodded. He was definitely hungry. Derek carried Trey into the
kitchen. “Trey must look like…,” and then he stopped. “It’s okay, Derek,”
Craig said, not turning around, and not adding anything more to the
conversation.
After they ate, Derek said that he really did have to go. Craig met him at the
door and stopped him from leaving. He was so close that Derek could smell that
arousing natural scent of his again. “Thank you,” Craig whispered. Then, Craig
put his arms around Derek and pulled him to him. Derek’s hands were on Craig’s
naked flesh and he couldn’t stop them from moving up and down his back at least
twice. When Craig backed up, their lips were so close that Derek fought the
urge to kiss him. “No problem,” Derek said, and the two of them reluctantly
released the other. “I may be back again tomorrow,” Derek said, as he and Sandy
walked out the door.
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