Pearce - A Chance Taken

Friends for years, Greg and Mike have laughed together, cried together, and learned together. Although Greg has now reached the pinnacle of his career, failed personal relationships have left him feeling empty and alone. The one person who knows him best understands Gregs emptiness and knows exactly who can replace this emptiness with love and passion, and leads Greg to a life and love he would have never thought possible.
A Beau to Beau Romance short story
Sensual and Sexual, with Passion, Pleasure, and Longing A Chance TakenA Beau to Beau Romance short storySensual and Sexual, with Passion, Pleasure, and LongingFriends for years, Greg and Mike have laughed together, criedtogether, and learned together. Although Greg has nowreached the pinnacle of his career, failed personal relationshipshave left him feeling empty and alone. The one person whoknows him best understands Gregs emptiness and knowsexactly who can replace this emptiness with love and passion,and leads Greg to a life and love he would have never thoughtpossible.~Shannon Pearce~Copyright 2010: Shannon PearceBeau to Beau BooksAll rights reservedThis ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. Thisebook may not be re-sold nor given away to other people.

Ifyou would like to share this book with another person, pleasepurchase an additional copy for each person with whom youwish to share it. Thank you for respecting the hard work ofthis author. Images in this ebook, taken from the Internet, areassumed to be in the public domain. If you own the rights tothese images and wish them to be removed, please contactBeau to Beau via e-mail and they will be promptly removed. Gregs closest friends had all gathered at Mikes house to celebrate the latest of Gregs many achievements. Greg was now a full partner in the very prestigious law firm where he had worked since he graduated law school with high honors. Greg had wanted this celebration to be a very intimate gathering, with only those who had known him and had stood by him through the years, the small close knit group who relied heavily on each other and had formed a strong bond over the years, separate from the legal community which now claimed so much of his time.

The whole gang thought this was a great idea and had decided to celebrate with a potluck at Mikes house, Gregs best friend. The wives and girlfriends had come too, and they all had filled Mikes house with a huge array of special dishes, salads, and desserts. Greg was supplying his own specialty, his prized prime rib, which he had prepared himself. The celebration was loud and joyful, and filled with the casual camaraderie of a group of friends who had known each other for a long time and who enjoyed themselves and loved each other more than even the closest of siblings. Mike had spent the entire day decorating his house especially for his long time friend who now had realized his dream of becoming a full partner at an age younger than the majority of his colleagues. Greg was the chef of the group and had gone to Mikes house early in the morning that day to prepare his prized prime rib with his special seasonings.

Greg had stayed awhile afterward for coffee with Mike, and then had come over quite often during the day to check on the prime rib and to share another cup of coffee with Mike each time. Mike thought nothing of these frequent visits at first but as the day went on, he suspected that Greg wanted something more because he would linger a bit longer each time he came, just wanting to talk. Greg was a big hunk of a man, thick chested, with broad shoulders and thighs like tree trunks. Always quick with the jokes, he was a fun loving guy, with his mouth always smiling and nicely trimmed by his moustache and light beard. Mike had always liked Gregs company, and had known him for a very long time. Mike especially loved watching Gregs solid muscular butt as it moved inside his dress pants when he was dressed for a day at the law firm.

Today Greg was wearing his usual chefs outfit, with his white coat bearing his name and his baggy pants that hid what Mike knew was his very muscular butt and the thick bulge of his manhood. Mike had to admit that he had had many dreams of stripping Greg of all of his clothing that was keeping Gregs luscious treasures all to itself, and taking his manhood into his mouth. After the gang had finished off the desserts, one of them suggested that they all go out for a drink and most agreed that that would be fun. They all helped clean up the dishes and then headed for the door but Greg lingered, making the excuse that he needed to carve up the remainder of the prime rib, and assured them he would join them later. Mike stayed back to help Greg with his carving and putting the meat away. The two of them talked about Gregs new work responsibilities and how he had realized his dream, and how hard he had worked to achieve it.

Im proud of you, buddy, Mike said, as he patted Gregs back. You go on ahead with the others, Mike, Greg said, not really wanting to talk about his life right now. Im just not in a party mood, I guess. Oh, you know, Im not really up to going out tonight either. How about I fix us a drink here and we can relax by the fire, Mike offered. Besides, Greg, you havent been your usual jovial self today, and Im guessing that you may have something you need to talk about.

Greg nodded. He did need to talk to Mike, who he knew would understand. Ill take you up on that drink, Mike. Thanks. Greg finished his carving and joined Mike in the living room. Youve worked up quite a sweat today with all the cooking youve done, Greg.

Strip off your chefs coat and put your feet up. You deserve a rest. The prime rib was delicious, as always. Everyone loved it. Mike went to fix the drinks and then headed back to the living room, threw another log on the fire, and cleared the remains of the party plates and cups from the coffee table. Greg plopped down on the sofa, sweat streaming from his face, as he took the drink from Mikes hand.

That tastes good, he said, as he eased back and put his feet up. What about that chefs coat? Youre sweating up a storm and you need to cool off, Greg, Mike said. Well, um, I dont have a t-shirt on underneath it, Greg replied. Take it off anyway. Its just us guys here anyway, and I think Ill strip off my shirt, too. Im pretty sweaty myself, and I usually dont wear a shirt around the house anyway.

Make yourself comfortable, Greg. So now here the two of them were, both bare-chested, sitting on the couch, the fire from the fireplace lighting the room, with the faint aroma of wood smoke and the last of the prime rib smell coming from the kitchen. Gregs chest was thickly covered with curls of thick blond hair encircling his fat, broad nipples, and narrowing down to a thick trail of curls over his muscular abdomen to the cinched string-tied waistband of his chefs pants. Bits of curls peeked out from his armpits, his muscular shoulders well-defined and a bit shiny with sweat in the light of the fire. So, my good friend, whats been bothering you? Mike leaned back against the arm of the sofa so he could face Greg, and also to get a better view of his very attractive chest and shoulders. Mike loved having a half naked hairy hunk on his sofa.

Greg began to talk to Mike, telling him of his past several failed relationships with women, and how difficult it was to not have someone special to share this latest accomplishment with and how this was supposed to feel better than it did. This is supposed to be the best day of my life, isnt it, Mike? I guess Im better off though. I dont miss the drama of a relationship. I guess I just feel a little empty. What about sex. Dont you miss sex? Mike wondered.