I never liked fences...but knew down deep they were probably a good thing.  When I was a Sr. in high school, - my parents relocated to Canada -- pulling me from my school less than 6 weeks into the year & enrolling me in a Canadian school.  I was a "roll with the punches" kind of guy, so I thought I'd rough it out in the great white north & then move back to the states when it was convenient. 

The differences between Windsor & Detroit were remarkable.  In Canada, there was a peace that simply didn't exist across the border - just a little ways from my new home.  It was great that I still got to see my old friends -- but it was the new ones I was making were great too.  One in particular was to grab my undivided attention.

I'd always liked chicks - don't get me wrong.  I had all the normal urges guys my age have around them.  But, there was something else I was dealing with - or had suppressed almost 100%.  See, every once in a while - a good look'n guy, - usually one with a certain walk & talk, - would get my attention too.  It wasn't effeminate guys - no, not any girlie-guys or sissies.  That kind of guy has baggage, issues & seems unattractive to me. 

I liked my women - girlie;- & the guys that made my head turn were always self-actualized, masculine guys.  Since that's what I was, - I usually hit it off with these guys & made decent friends.  I could always hide behind the talk about females - & who was doing what with whom (because I was one of the ones being talked about).

Canada brought a way of thinking with the move there.  There was an atmosphere of peace, tolerance & an openness to doing things  I hadn't known before.  I thought I had a handle on things & I was the pilot of my life.  Then I saw him take a shortcut through the alley beside my building one evening.  The fence at the end was open & he slid through the hole.  I followed him.  Where he lived was the property on the other side -- a small hydroponics place.  He did a lot of lugging & lifting.  I watched him for over an hour that 1st night.  Finally, he saw me standing behind the fence & gave me that look that said "What's the matter with you!".  He did it so well....

Over the next 2 weeks, I watched & learned his schedule through the fence & down my alley.  It was fairly regular.  In at about 9AM.  Back at 8PM.  At 4:PM on day 18, I got a large combination padlock & fixed the fence.  Then I waited.  He passed me at 8:01P.  When he got to the end of the alley, he discovered the fence was closed & locked.  He scoped the barbed wire on top of it & seemed annoyed as he decided against going over.  Then he turned & saw me walking toward him.  I was a good 2 inches taller & outweighed him by 15 lbs. 

I offered my hand as I got close.  "This is for you...", I said -offering him a slip of paper. 

He took it: "1692" he read out loud as a question.

"It's the combination for the gate...", I explained.  "I thought you should be aware of it."

His demeanor softened. "Cory", - he spoke as he extended his hand. 

I firmly took it as I returned, "Danny". 

"I get done work at about 9.  Want to hook up?", he invited with a smile.

"I'll be here", I replied.  I think my knees were weak.  I didn't know exactly what I had just arranged to "hook up" about.  Cory turned around & went thru the fence after opening it.  I walked back to my place a little dazed.  That conversation had simultaneously been the most natural & most intense conversation I'd ever had.  This guy was totally electric.  It was the longest hour of my life.  I spent a good half our of it in the bathroom.  At 9PM, I was at the fence.  I waited about 5 minutes when Cory walked around the corner.  He unlocked the gate & motioned me across. 

We got to the front door & he whispered, "Got to be quiet - parents are asleep.  Early day tomorrow..."

I nodded.  The front door turned out to be a porch & a separate staircase led up to another door.  It was his room - a remade attic with the old beams - unsanded still protruding through the sheetrock that lined the walls.  There was a sofa, TV & a small fridge.  Off to the side, was a small bathroom with a shower (no tub).  Cory got me a beer from the fridge & turned the TV on - with the volume low.  He explained that he only got 14 channels with the antenna - mostly from Detroit.  I nodded some more - taking a swig off the beer.  Over the next 2 hours, Cory filled me in on how his 'parents were actually his grandparents' because his real parents had been killed when he was a little kid.  He said that he and 4 other people survived the plane crash.  He had no memory of it - but a scar ran along his scalp covered by his hair.  He let me feel it.  I shook my head & grunted in empathy as he told the sad story - of how the airline had claimed his parents were not ticketed passengers & denied paying any life claims.  Since they were Canadian on a US airline, his grandparents didn't have the funds to press the issue legally.  He talked about growing up "poor" & how the system that was supposed to help often did the opposite.  He explained with a smile & that things had gotten better this past 3 years since getting the small greenhouse built; -- but times had been tough when he was a kid.  At 14, he had began to recondition the attic & built the room we were in a-piece at a time until it was where it was today.

I told him about my move to Canada from the states & how much better I liked the atmosphere in Windsor. I wondered out loud about my parents real reason for moving to Canada; -- & offered apology that his first memory of the US was that of being screwed after being in a plane wreck.  He eye-rolled in appreciation of my concern.  I'm glad I had that beer because my mouth was really dry for some reason.     

Forever scanning for detail; -- Looking around, -  I asked him where he slept - thinking the sofa must fold out into a sleeper or something.  He looked at me - sizing me up I think.  Then, he went to the bookcase & moved a bookend out.  There was a 'click; & then the bookcase opened like a large door.  My jaw was agape as behind the bookcase was another long, narrow room - with a dresser, small closet & an air mattress on a twin-bed frame.  The air smelled of pine & spruce with a hint of cologne.  There was an oriental rug on the floor at the foot of the well-made bed; -- & at the end of the room, a spiral staircase went up.  The large rough beams were exposed here too, but not as prominently as the other room.  This room was also paneled in a dark wood veneer.  I pointed to the spiral staircase with a questioning look on my face.  Cory led me to it & then up it.  As we got near the top, we rose into a small circular room that had 3 mats on the floor & was enclosed in glass - providing a view of Windsor to one side, & Detroit's skyline to the other.  Looking up, even the eves & roof of this room were glass - held in place with a metal frame & lead solder - making a view of the sky visible.  The windows were set so that sitting, we could see out. But if we had laid down -- we'd be beneath the eye-line & people below could not see us here.  Something about this part of the old house seemed hauntingly romantic.

Cory sat down -- looking up at the stars on the Windsor side of the view.  His face had an expression that relayed a gentle seriousness -- maybe a memory.  I sat beside him - looking more at him than at the stars.  I'm not sure where I found the courage -- maybe in the beer (Canadian kick-arse-punch: La-batts-me-in-the-hormones).  I reached over & ran my fingers through Cory's hair where his scar was - & then gently to the other side of his head.  I gently pulled his head - even his whole upper body toward me & when his head got close to my own, I planted a gentle kiss on his hidden scar-line.  As if on cue, -- we each put an arm around the other & let our heads gently meet as we took in the view.  It was the most natural, beautiful experience I'd ever had with another dude. 

"I'm so glad I met you...", I whispered.

"Me too..."

We sat there - gently hugging for about a half hour.  I looked at the time & realized that I had to go.  "I have to go - or the folks will worry...", I sighed.

"OK.  Can you stay tomorrow - night?", Cory nervously asked in a soft voice.

Tomorrow would be Friday.  "Shouldn't be a problem ... just as long as I tell them in advance that I'll be out.", I replied.  "I ... I've never been with a guy like this ... like you ... before...", I commented quietly.

"M...me neither... It's ... it's just that there's something about you -- like I've known you forever & we're totally best buds.  It .. it feels like meeting a friend who's been away for a long time & I'm so happy to have you back...", he replied in an uncertain tone.

"That's exactly how I feel about you...exactly...", I assured him in a gentle hug.  We got up & went downstairs.  He led me to the door on the porch & we hugged for a good 60 seconds.  His heart pounded quickly in his lean musculature beneath his clothes.  His hands slowly moved across my back. 

"Be sure to bring your pajamas...", he smiled.

"I'll bring an identical pair for you too...", I grinned.  "Promise to wear them?", I continued...

"Sure...", Cory smiled.  His promise was music to my nervous ears (because I slept in the raw).  We finally broke our hug & I left - with my mind racing.  The next day was the longest day of my life.  I was showered & shaved at 6PM & the 2 hours seemed to drag forever.  Finally, at 8:10, Cory ventured past the house.  I waited another 50 minutes before leaving -- because I didn't want anyone to make the connection between the guy that came thru at 8:PM & where I was going. 

I quietly left - with 2 submarine sandwiches & my backpack.  Upon arriving at Cory's house, I noticed that the door to 'his' attic had been left open a crack.  I quietly went up the stairs & closed the door behind me - locking it.  Getting up the stairs, I could hear the shower behind the bathroom door.  I took my shoes off & sat on the sofa - turning on the TV & tuning in a hockey game (keeping the volume low).  10 minutes later, the water stopped & 5 minutes after that, the door opened with Cory standing in a white towel wrap - still dripping with a few gobs of white shave cream on his face.  The steam from the bath followed him out into the room. 

"I brought dinner!", I said - holding up the sandwiches. 

"Fresh beer in the fridge", Cory smiled -- seeming less tense than he had only a few moments earlier.  I helped myself to the beer while he continued to dry his hair with a big white towel.  His stomach was audibly growling.  I mentioned it & we both laughed.  Cory unwrapped one of the subs & proceeded to down it as I joined in - eating & watching the game.  I really wasn't watching the game though.  I was mesmerized by the way his jaw muscles crawled over his face while he attacked the sandwich.  After we were both finished, Cory wiggled over close beside me & took the remote control & surfed the channels for anything more interesting.  He stopped at "Home Improvement".  I groaned.  He grinned as he put his arm around me.  I wrapped my arm around him & pulled him in tight.  I might just learn to appreciate this program - after all...

"Have you ever noticed...", I began - as Cory directed that beautiful gaze at me, "...how when you're holding a totally hot dude in your arms -- how TV becomes a thing of little importance?"  Cory smiled as he relaxed - melting into me as his upper body slid down into my lap with his face looking up at mine.  I cradled the back of his head with my right hand as I caressed his smooth, soft face with my left - noting how well developed his neck was.  He lifted his feet up onto the sofa, - & as he did, the towel wrap loosened considerably exposing his muscular chest & upper legs.  I took the opportunity to casually slide my hand inside his robe & begin to massage his chest & obliques.  His breathing deepened as he relaxed some more.  I took stock of his muscles as they slowly moved under his skin whenever he'd shift position slightly  - even breathe.  He sleepily turned the TV off with the remote & the room got much darker.  I gradually moved the material of the robe away from his chest & drank him in with my eyes & hands as the minutes ticked by.

"Bro...", I started, "...I've never been with another guy ... but there's something about you -- the way you're put together or maybe the way you move ... something..." I swallowed hard.  "I think you're the most incredible dude I've ever met.  I feel like we've been best friends ... no, even - better - than that, - forever..."  Cory listened thoughtfully as I went on.  "But, -- I just wanted you to know that I'm totally out of my element here..."

"Funny..", he answered, "I was thinking the exact same thing.".  He put his hand up to my head - wrapping his palm around the back of my neck.  "But there's something totally natural & relaxing about being with you....Never had that feeling with another guy."  He lightly rubbed the back of my neck.  "Come up to the crow's nest with me?" - he asked motioning toward the open bookcase leading to the glass enclosed area we'd been previously.  I nodded. 

He sat up & took the lead to his bedroom - closing the bookcase behind us.  It was laid out like a door from the other side.  At the foot of his bed, he got another robe & handed it to me.  Taking the initiative, he began to help me undress - pulling my shirt up over my head & then giving me a warm, shirtless hug after.  While I hugged him back, he slid his hands down around my back - then to my front as he unbuttoned my Levi's.  They slid to the ground & he unfolded the robe & velcro'd it around my waist.  Sliding his hands into it's seam, he found the upper edge of my BVDs & slid them down off me so that they landed on my crumpled jeans.  I stepped out of them - removing my shoes at the same time & pulling my socks off as he helped support my upper body while I balanced on 1 foot at a time.

Cory took a light blanket & led me over to the spiral staircase & we went up.  At the top, he knelt on a mat - facing the Windsor side of the view & dropped his robe.  I knelt beside him & opened the velcro - letting the wrap fall.  Unfolding the blanket, Cory put it around us & guided me to lay down beside him.  If we elevated ourselves onto our elbows -- we could see over the sill & take in the view.  We laid like that for a while -- just looking & enjoying the feelings of being shoulder to shoulder with each other.  After 10 minutes or so of looking & rubbing shoulders, Cory relaxed into the pillow.  Then me.  I wrapped my left arm around him - getting closer & we each had an arm around the pillow - my hand atop his wrist.  Under the blanket, our legs slid across each other below the knee & we mingled our feet - slow rubbing them together by occasionally bending our ankles & flexing our toes. 

"Hey bro ....", I began.  Cory locked eyes with me. "I want to know you .. really know you.  I already trust you ... & this thing we have is more awesome than any other guy I've ever been friends with; -- But I want to go way deeper than the surface.  OK?"

Cory nodded & smiled.  "Yeah ... me too.  I want to know what your favorite food, song & colors are...', he continued. So we began to talk while rubbing on each other & sharing experiences from our pasts.  The similarities were astonishing - & the differences were just as fascinating.  As we talked, we gradually rolled on our sides to better face each other - while our legs stayed wrapped up.  Gradually, our shins met side-to-side & then our knees.  As our thighs began to touch our conversation slowed some & when our erections rubbed, we each wrapped our arms around the other &  pulled in pec2pec, rod2rod.  The feeling of being wrapped up with naked Cory was totally overwhelming.  Not even a minute after cock-docking, Cory began to sigh & punctuate his breathing with little gasps as I rolled onto my back with him face-down on top of me.  I could feel his cock occasionally hop beside mine & over the next couple of minutes - it began to happen more often until he Cory's whole body stiffened in my hug & with some soft moans of intense pleasure, his cock began to pulse regularly as warm man seed was pumped out in a runny stream of jizz.  As he began to shoot, so did I.  It was an awesome, bonding experience.  We just cuddled silently for several minutes after the event - rubbing & gently kissing around the face & upper body of each other.

"Go down to my bed & do that again as many times as we can between cat-naps tonite?", Cory suggested.  I hugged him & nibbled his ear.  Then, he slid his legs off mine & docked his feet with the metal stairs as he began to descend.  He didn't even bother to put his robe back on.  I could hear him pull the covers back on the bed downstairs as he whispered  (loud enough for me to easily hear): "Come on bro ... I won't peek." 

I descended downstairs in my birthday suit - & upon nearing the bed, -- there was Cory - buck nekk'd with his eyes covered with his arms like an adult game of peek-a-boo.  The sex appeal of his body made me weak in the knees as I slid on top of him & wrapped my Cory-huggers around his torso & then my legs around his legs.  He let out a low pitched "Mmmmmm" as he found the blanket with his hands & pulled it over us. 

Simply being close, cuddling & naked in each other's body embrace translated into 11 mutual orgasms over the next few hours.  To say Cory was "good company', would be the understatement of my life.  I had never had another person do emotionally to me what he did with his body (& vice versa).  I  was totally (in every sense of the term) in love with this guy from that 2nd "date" (maybe even the 1st when I think about it)!  He was feeling the same thing, - & that fact proved it a match made by divine providence.

After that night, Cory & I spent every weekend together & I helped out with their small business.  We built a partition in his bedroom & I moved in with him.  Everyone thought we were simply "best friends" until we both finished school.  We both eventually attended college in the States, - but stayed "Canadian". 

We're still head-over-heels in love with each other - & we work to keep the relationship exciting.  Oh, & we do have separate bedrooms (I read that point here in another post, too).  People who share the same bedroom often get into a rut of taking for granted the physical closeness of always sharing a bed.  When Cory & I need some lov'n, - the fact we need to take the trip to the other's bed - says a lot.  It says: "I need you".  Many people lose that with the single bedroom mindset.  Having your space is a great thing & occasionally having the blankets pulled back at 2AM to have that naked stud-body slide in beside me isn't bad either!  

We occasionally attend a church here in Canada & we did exchange vows in a ceremony.  I laughed when I read something on this site about keeping in shape -- because part of our ceremony involved each taking a vow to stay "buff" for the other (Yeah, it got chuckles...because it's soooo true)!  We do the home-gym thing 3+ times every week.  I like helping Cory stay buff & I like massaging the knots out of those sexy muscles.  He likes rubb'n on me too.  Ever notice how the words "sex" & "sexy" have some letters in common?   People who let their bodies "go" once they're wearing the wedding ring are asking for trouble because they're not considering the needs of the other person.  That song by Faith Hill sums it up with the line "I love watching you as you make love to me" - or something of that genre.   You don't think she's singing about 2 obese "Uncle-Festers", - do you?  Did I mention that relationships take work. 

I also wanted to add that we value balance in our lives & keeping focus on what is important.  This really becomes apparent when we watch how often people treat other people like meat (gender does not matter).  From my perspective (& Cory would probably echo the sentiments), I love Cory's whole person.  Sure, I think his bod is totally awesome -- but it's the entire package that makes it all work.  Yeah, his penis is beautiful -- but so are his arms, legs, feet, head, neck, etc...  Take all that & add his personality: To DIE for! 

So many guys are fixated on genitals -- as if that lone aspect of a person makes the relationship.  I like being able to do those things that show that I love him -- like take care of him when he catches a bad cold or gets hurt.  Sometimes, just coming up behind him & giving him a good neck massage with no expectations for anything in return...even though such acts of kindness often lead to other 'acts'...

We live in a world that seems very selfish & people often are too ready to leave a relationship when they discover the other person isn't perfect.  Cory & I have never been under any delusion that either of us was "perfect".  Actually, having someone love you when you know that they know you're not "perfect" can be really humbling.  It sure makes loving them back easier too.  Having our own sets of guy-faults & hang-ups, - we've often asked each other "how you could love someone like me".  The answer lies in the nature of love itself: Love covers over a multitude of faults...          

We've known a lot of "gay" guys & far too many of them have contracted the likes of AIDS.  It's so clear to us that Anal-sex is the cause for most of this grief.  Cory & I have never had any desire to do that kind of thing - even though we've been exclusive with each other.  It just seemed "wrong" to do to someone you love.  We know 2 "couples" where one of the guys went outside the relationship & had anal & as a result, brought an STD back to his "monogamous relationship".  Some people refuse to break with bad habits or destructive tradition.   I rather die before hurting 'my Cory'...

-- Well, there's our story.  I hope it was appreciated by those who frequent this site...