Welcome to the world, Ethan

So I spent Thanksgiving weekend with the family, and my brand-spanking new little nephew Ethan. He's 2 weeks old (2 1/2 weeks by the end of my trip), and the cutest little thing I've ever seen.
He and I spent a good deal of time talking - which consisted mostly of him opening his eyes once in a while and making little gurgly noises, and me making goofy sounds and funny faces. As I looked down at him and rocked him in my arms, I found myself fascinated just imagining all the adventures and possibilities his life will have in store for him... all the things he will see and do by the time he's my age. It left me wondering if, thirty four years ago, when I was 2 1/2 weeks old, anyone could have even dreamt up the person I would be today.

Eric and Dave on Vacation - Chapter 6

Hey folks, Here is Chapter 6 of Eric and Dave on vacation.

Eric and I stayed home all day making love. He called in sick, and I canceled my appointments. We couldn’t get enough of each other...

“This is the best day I’ve had in a long time.” With his free hand Eric reached up and slowly ran his fingers through my hair.

“Yeah, me too,” I said.

Click here to read Eric & Dave on vacation, Chapter 6

Enjoy!

Note to new readers: Eric & Dave on Vacation (aka Straight Boys on Vacation, as it is called on nifty) is Dave's story... the same Dave from My Swimteam Buddy and My Girlfriend. It's what happened in Puerto Vallarta and beyond, several months before they join Rich, Bri and Cindy in San Diego.

The long drive home

"Do you want to drive?" We were atleast an hour away from home, and I was tired. Besides, truth be told I don't really like driving that much anyways.
"Sure!" he says, gleefully taking the car keys from me as I get into the passenger side of my car. "One thing though..." He grabs a bunch of napkins, wets them and starts cleaning my windshield. "How do you drive this car with the windshield like this! It's filthy!"
Feeling even more grateful to Karl that he's not only going to drive, but he's also cleaning my window, I wonder if I'd get away with asking him to wash my car for me.
I watch from the warmth of the inside of my car, as he scrubs and polishes the windsheild, occasionally looking at me and making funny faces - grins, crossed eyes, furrowed eyebrows, pursed lips. I laugh when he sticks his tongue out.
When he's done, I'm tempted to hold out a dollar bill as a tip, but am too tired to be humorous.
I hold Karl's hand for the rest of the drive home.

The Farewell party at work

"Say that again..."
"Yo' ma bitch, girl!"
"Wooh! I think I just came!"
"Again???"
"Yeah... wish I was wearin' panties!"
"Christ! Move over! These are new shoes I'm wearing!"
"Good God... you lesbians are too much!"
"Oh yeah, Mister I-stalk-guys-in-the-mensroom-at-work?"
"Andrew, I'm wearing silk boxers."
"Yeah I know. You were in Stall 2 at 3 o'clock"
"I rest my case."
"So anyone here ever slept with a co-worker?"
"Hey so why's everyone looking at me? That's a line I'd never cross."
"Yea. Tell the truth, Andrew. We know you better than you think.."
"OK, if you insist. Let me tell you about the other night at Sandra's..."
(Other co-worker stories: Derek, cute ass, Rex pissing )

The only other Danish guy I can think of is Hamlet

Hmmm... he has sandy blond hair, I think looking down at his head. How unique. I guess I really do have a dark-hair fetish. I can't remember the last time I was with someone so blond.
"Mmh... that feels good," I say.
"Tak," he says, which I learn means thanks. Then he adds, "You have a very sexy body."
My mind starts wandering as he does his thing. This is the first time I've ever been with a Danish guy before - a tall, blond, trendy-jeans and sports-coat clad, sexy cologne wearing, all the way from Copenhagen kind of Danish guy. It makes me feel so... so Euro... so high-class, as Wanda Sykes would say.
In the morning, he gives me his email address, which looks like a long string of vowels with a few V's and K's in it.
"Come and visit me in Copenhagen. Gay marriage is legal in Denmark."
"I'd love to," I say, wondering if I'd just been proposed to - and if I'd just accepted.

My Swimteam Buddy and My Girlfriend - Chapter 5

I didn't want to keep you all in suspense any longer... here is chapter 5 of My Swimteam Buddy and My Girlfriend.

An excerpt:

When I returned with the champagne and glasses, the two of them were lying down beside each other. Cindy’s nightgown was riding up over her stomach, and Rich was caressing her.

“Brian, come and lie down beside me,” Cindy said.

Instantly, I felt put on the spot. I didn’t want to be part of their scene. “I don’t know, Cindy. I might just go back to Dave’s –”

“Please?” she looked at me with pleading eyes..."

Click here for the full chapter - My Swimteam Buddy and My Girlfriend - Chapter 5
Hope you enjoy it! As always, let me know what you think.

I am NOT sleeping with Nick in that bed...

Sandra, Nick and I are the last three standing. Who knew my straight co-workers could party that hard?
"You and Nick are sleeping out here in the livingroom," Sandra says as she starts inflating a queen size air mattress. "It's 4 AM and neither of you is in any shape to drive home."
"Sandra, are you crazy?" I say, pulling her aside. "I can't sleep in the same bed as him. He's way too cute, way too straight, I work with him, and I'm way to attracted to him."
"Well honey he sure isn't sleeping in MY bed. For all the same reasons." Sandra replies coolly.
We hear the sounds of Nick pissing in the bathroom. 37 year-old, tall, dark, handsome, sexy, muscular, tight-jeans wearing, metrosexual Nick. Just an hour ago, when we were all confessing what our 'types' were, he said, "Hmmm, well, if Andrew were a girl, she would be EXACTLY my physical type. We'd have sex like fucking maniacs." I just smiled weakly and gulped in response to that.
Next thing I know, it's 10 A.M, I have a terrible headache. I'd passed out on the couch. I stumble to the bathroom to pee, and see Nick sleeping on the floor in the bathroom. His jeans were still undone. I nudge him awake. He's a mess too.
Sandra wakes up from the noise, and comes into the bathroom wearing a pink bathrobe. No signs of a headache. "Rise and shine, you two! I'll get the coffee started..."