Eric
opened up and said, “I want to give that someone
special one rose on Valentine Day morning.” I
laughed, “You are a big spender.” Eric poked me with
his elbow and said, “What about you, a cup of
coffee.” I elbowed him back, “With cream and sugar.”
Eric smiles, “Excuse me, that is different.” I am
not sure why I said what I said but I said, “I have
an idea. How about a platonic Arrangement, I will
serve you coffee on Valentine Day, and you give a
single rose to me on Valentine Day.” Eric thought
about it and said, “I will do it, only if I get to
spend a night at your place.” He saw me staring at
him. He said, “Strictly platonic. OK?” I had nothing
else going on, so I agreed to the arrangement. I
gave him my address and telephone number and we
agreed to meet Sunday evening, the night before
Valentine Day
Part 2
of 4
I was
excited about having company even if it was just a
platonic arrangement. The doorbell rang and I
answered. It was Eric. He was holding a vase with
one rose. He wore the same T-shirt and jeans. I
smiled and said, “When you say one rose, you mean
one rose.” We had a nice evening talking about his
classes and I explained my job. Time seemed to fly
by and now it was late. It was finally bed time. I
asked him, “So we are going to sleep together?” Eric
folder his arms and said, “We can’t wake up on
Valentine Day alone. Come on, it is our platonic
arrangement.” We went on into the bedroom. Eric
looked around the room and said, “Nice, very
masculine.” I started to undress. I asked, “How does
this work? I sleep in my underwear.” Eric looked
back at me and shrugged his shoulders, “That’s fine.
I do the same. By the way, you can hold me when we
are in bed, but I want to be holding you when we
wake up.” I replied, “Whoa, I thought this was
platonic.” It is, but don’t you want to fall asleep
holding someone? And wake up with someone holding
you?” He made sense, so we undressed down to our
underwear. Eric had on boxer briefs. He looked good
with just his underwear on. He had a nice trim toned
body. He wasn’t too hairy, just enough in the right
places. Eric looked at me from my head to my toes
and said, “I guess you will have to do.” I gave him
a poke with my elbow and we climbed into bed.
Eric
laid on his side with his back to me. He held up his
hand and said, “Come on, hold me.” I put my arms
around him and he wrapped his hand around mine. Eric
asked, “You ok?” I answered ‘Yes”. Eric fell to
sleep rather quickly. I laid there enjoying holding
him. I did not want it to end. I had to admit this
was a good idea. I was not going to be alone for
Valentine Day. I slept soundly. I don’t know how we
did it, but the next morning I woke with Eric
holding me. I looked up at the nightstand and saw my
clock. It was still early. I had plenty of time to
get to work. Eric stirred and mumbled, “Morning.” I
asked, “How did you sleep?” Eric yawned, “Best night
sleep I ever had.” Eric released his grip on me, and
turned to pick something up from the floor. He held
it in front of me. It was the vase with the rose.
“Happy Valentine Day.” I grabbed it and placed it on
the nightstand. It was beautiful. I resumed holding
his hand and looked at the rose. I joked, “For a
platonic relationship, one rose is ok, but for a
real relationship, you need to do more than one
rose.” Eric slapped me on the ass. “Just kidding.” I
asked, “When do you want coffee?” “Let’s just lay
here for a few more minutes. This is nice.” After a
while, I made a coffee for both of us. As Eric
sipped his coffee, he said, “For a platonic
relationship, a cup of coffee is ok, but for a real
relationship, you need to do something more than
just coffee.” I looked at the clock and time just
flew by this morning. I needed to get to work and
Eric needed to get to class. We said goodbye and
went our different ways.
Part 3
of 4
Everyone
at work, asked me if anything was going on. The
noticed a spring in my step and a smile on my face.
I continued smiling and said nothing. Eric was
right. It was nice falling asleep with me holding
someone and then waking up with someone holding me.
The day went by quickly. I headed home and made a
light dinner. I sat on the couch feeling right with
the world. Then I heard a knock on the door. I
answered and was shocked. It was Eric holding a
dozen roses. “What are you doing?” I asked. Eric
held the roses in front of me and said, “You said
for a real relationship I needed more than one
rose.” I was speechless. Eric walked on in and sat
on the sofa. I sat next to him. “What are you
saying?” I asked. Eric smiled, “I want breakfast in
the morning, you know, toast, eggs and coffee.” I
grabbed the roses and placed them on the end table.
I leaned back on the sofa and said, “What makes you
think you will be here for breakfast?” Eric leaned
over and gave me a kiss on the lips. I pulled back a
little. I looked into his eyes. I saw my reflection.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. I found
my arms embracing Eric. I held him last night and
knew I wanted him. Now I had him for real.
Eric
stood up still holding my hand. He helped me stand
and led me into the bedroom. He unbuttoned my shirt
and took it off. I pull up and removed his T-shirt.
Eric unzipped my pants. He hesitated for a second,
wanting to see if I would stop him. But there was no
turning back. He pulled my pants down and I lifted
my leg one at a time as he removed my pants. My cock
was hard from the thought of having sex with Eric.
He grabbed the waistband of my briefs and pull them
down. My cock pointed straight at him. I kicked off
my briefs. Eric stood up and kissed me. He put his
arms around me, and lifted me gently and placed me
on the bed. He quickly removed his jeans and boxer
briefs and crawled on to the bed and laid on top of
me. His hard cock slipped next to my cock. I kissed
Eric with all the passion that was within me. My
legs widened and Eric laid between my legs. His cock
felt like a steel rod. It poked along my ass crack.
I reached down and spread my cheeks. His cock found
my ass opening. He rubbed his cockhead around the
rim and then entered me. He kissed me and slowly
inched his way inside of me. I stopped a few times
to hold my breath as he went deeper. Finally he was
in all the way. I realized that we were not having
sex, we were making love. My legs, my arms, my lips,
all held on to him. His cock seemed to glide in and
out of me. I held on to him as he increased the
speed of his thrusts. It was a wonderful feeling and
one that ended too soon after it started. I felt him
get close to cumming. I held on to him as his body
jerked as he came. He slowly collapsed into my hold.
I felt and heard his breathing as he laid on top of
me.
I did
not want him to move. I did not want him to leave.
We laid there in silence. I closed my eyes. I woke
finding the sunlight peeked through the window. I
opened my eyes to see the single rose on my
nightstand. I had a wonderful dream last night. I
smelt coffee brewing. I did not remember setting the
coffeepot to brew last night. Eric walked in with a
tray. He had breakfast all made and ready for me. I
swallowed the food like I had not ate in days. It
was wonderful. The coffee was hot and strong. He
laid next to me and sipped his coffee. I looked at
him and said, “This is nice, but I should have made
breakfast.” Eric leaned over and kissed me on the
lips. “You can make breakfast tomorrow.” I looked at
the clock. “We have just 10 minutes before we needed
to leave for work and school. What do you want to do
with ten minutes?” Eric removed the tray. He climbed
back under the covers. He laid his head on my chest
and said, “Let’s just cuddle.”
Part 4
of 4
I was
excited to get home. It had been a wonderful
weekend. I felt like a kid on Christmas morning
wondering what surprises lay in store for me
I had
given Eric a key to my place. When I entered the
apartment, Eric was putting the finishing touches on
dinner. He saw that I was home and ran up to me and
lifted me with his arms and swung me around. He
kissed me and walked me over to the dinner table.
After dinner, we cleaned up together. The evening
flew by and it was time for bed. I was nervous and
excited at the same time. As I entered my masculine
bedroom, it had candles setting on the furniture.
They were lit and flickering. The glow from the
candles made the room warm and inviting. We laid in
bed fully dressed in each other's arms. We laid
there kissing and exploring each other bodies. It
was like Christmas morning all over again. We were
unwrapping our clothes to reveal the surprises that
await. Eric laid my naked body on top of him. He
kissed me as he wrapped his legs around me. My cock
stood hard and erect. It seemed to know what to do
and ended up in the right place, doing the right
thing. My hips moved to the sound of my heartbeats.
My body had one goal and that was to climax.
I let
my body take over and I felt myself coming closer to
the end. Our lovemaking seemed to go on forever, but
as I started to cum, I felt it ending and then our
lovemaking was just a fleeting moment. I lay still
on top of Eric. I was happy but sad. Eric saw the
look on my face. He whispered, “What’s wrong?” I
sobbed, “I just didn’t want it to end.” Eric smiled,
“Don’t worry. I will make sure it never ends.” I lay
in bed, holding Eric, and looking forward to
tomorrow.
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