Object of Desire

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (-)

Terry smiled at he older man in front of the counter. He could sense that this would be a sale, that the customer would take the camera. As he leaned forward, his small frame pushing up on the counter top, he couldn’t help but notice the man’s scent, the cologne that wafted across. It wasn’t overpowering like so many others, but had a nice hint of aroma, that was pleasant.

He smiled, and as he reached out to point out a feature on the camera, he was certain that he heard the man’s intake of breath. For a second he thought it was something else, but then he figured it was just the excitement of buying a new toy. A rather expensive one too, but the man didn’t seem to flinch when Terry had mentioned the price.

As he pointed out some of the features of the camera, he could feel the man’s eyes on him, as if he was memorizing every word said to him. It felt a bit strange, the way the man’s green eyes would look at him, how that little bit of frosted white hair at the temples would seem to shudder a bit, and how the long eyelashes kept fluttering. It showed that the man was excited, which he chalked up to simply the thrill of a new purchase.

Yet the more he explained, the more the man would look at him, lean closer even. It was rather strange, but then he was sort of used to that type of attention, least in some situation. Not here at the shop, but he figured he was just imagining things, confusing them from last night. Now that had been fun, least at first, but it had ended a bit flat, for his tastes.

He had been at the local bar, and as usual the game had been on, the older types chasing the younger ones, who played like a well worn fiddle. He wasn’t all that good at it, being just eighteen, and it being only his fifth or so time at the bar. Still, he had gotten the hang of it, figuring out how easy it was to get sloshed without it costing much cash.

Just wiggle the hips, bend over at the right time, and ‘bob was your uncle’ you were in the drinks for the night. Still, it sort of bothered him a bit. The way some of them would really push it, how they would run their hands down their crotches, when a specially well heeled man was looking. He knew that the guy doing the gestures wouldn’t dream of taking it further, but he sure implied he would.

Yet, like most his age, he didn’t mind a bit of fun, bit of being a tease, though he never figured he was the type the older guys would want. Still, the drinks had never stopped coming that first few nights, and last night had been no exception. However, unlike the other’s who played the game, he rather preferred the older type.

Sure they might not have the perfect body, nor the ability to let go totally, but they did know a thing or two. Sure they generally had a belly too, some had more than others, but they were fun to cuddle up to, to just nestle into. Terry liked that part of sex, to just nestle into the crook of an arm, and feel the heart beating next to him.

It always gave him a bit of a tingle. But the other’s never saw it that way. They were after the cash, for those who did take it further, something he hadn’t yet done. He hadn’t found anyone that met his criteria, least until last night. Or so he had thought, but hell, if you didn’t take chances, what good was it going out looking?

The guy was definitely at the max of Terry’s age limit, he had to be closer to 60 than Terry would have liked, despite the friendly banter, where the man kept saying he was just in his thirties. Everyone knew it wasn’t true, though he had to admit, the man hadn’t gone to seed. He was trim, and only the frosty white hair, thin pate, belied that claim.

Still the man, who introduced himself as Harry, had been a bit of a live wire. He liked to dance, though his efforts were a bit, well dated. Still it was nice to see an old guy enjoy the music, the crowded dance floor. Terry kind of figured it was more of how the bodies kept bumping into each other that he enjoyed, but heck, so did he. It had been a fun evening, and while the drinks always seemed to come unbidden, they weren’t rushed either.

It was obvious that Harry had wanted more than just a few dances with him, and his hands did their share of random touches, that weren’t quite so random. He knew exactly where they were going, but Terry didn’t object. It was rather nice to see how attentive Harry was to him, how his eyes were usually focused on him, and not all the other guys on the floor.

Even when they sat at the crowded table, Harry mostly kept his eyes on him, which was flattering. There were a lot cuter looking guys out there, even the waiter was a stunner. Yet when he brought the drinks, Harry would simply give him a quick glance over, then focus once more on him. It gave him a sort of warm glow, to know that Harry found him worth close inspection.

By the time Harry had worked up to ask him to come home, he had been close to asking Harry himself. He enjoyed how he had been treated, how Harry seemed to skirt the sex issue, though never let it be far off. He made jokes, poked fun at some things that were certainly never sexually related, and yet had a hint of naughtiness in them, that sort of made him think of sex. Strange how he did that, but he also had a killer a smile, one that had given him a strange ache inside.

Couple of his friends were there too, and when they had come up to say hello, Harry didn’t skip a beat. Specially when Will stopped by, who was a real looker, Harry barely gave him a glance, his eyes glued to Terry. That was a big hit with him, it also was when he had made up his mind to see if they couldn’t hook up. After all, Will was one of those few could refuse, but Harry had. That was huge in his mind, and he realized now, Harry had known it would be.

The man wasn’t what he would say calculating, but he knew his way around the outer defences. How to knock some of those barriers down, to work his own magic, to get his way. He had done a good job, because before he could finish suggesting Terry come to his place for a nightcap, he had agreed.

Mind you the smile that got him was worth jumping the gun, so to speak, and well, if he really thought about it, the sex had been fun too. It was different than what he had experienced, so far. Terry could feel his uncut dick growing, as he stuttered a bit to the man’s question about the zoom lens, as his mind was still reliving last night with Harry.

As he talked about the magnification rate, he couldn’t help but think back to how that night had gone, how he had been a bit surprised by Harry’s rather large sized penis. For the life of him, he didn’t know why he had assumed it would be average, but then maybe he just needed more experience, so as to better gauge the size of his potential bed mates.

It was strange too, how Harry seemed so confident at the bar, but was rather shy back at his place. How he had sort of worked around the big questions, like did Terry top or bottom, or if he preferred a certain type of condom, and all that other stuff. Funny too, how Harry had quite a selection of cock rings, gels, and even some vibrating toys. It was like going to a sex shop. The variety was rather impressive, and daunting too.

Course Harry simply explained it all away, saying he hated to come home, to find he didn’t have what his special guests liked. That sort of put the glow back, as he joked about just how many special guests did Harry have. He was rather surprised to find out, that Harry actually told him.

It was impressive, sort of. In the back of his mind he began to think of possible complications from someone so experienced, but Harry was good at changing moods. He had sensed his reticence, and reached out, to run the back of his hand across Terry’s face, feeling its softness. The way his eyes looked, as they stared right at Terry, calmed him immediately.

Everyone at the bar had told him how the older guys were always in a rush, even some of the not so old guys, but Harry didn’t seem to rush him, despite the hour of night. Funny, how he simply let things sort of just happen, but in thinking about it, Terry realized Harry had managed it all.

Part of him felt a bit cheated by that, then again, he felt a bit flattered too. He hadn’t wanted to rush, and Harry had obliged. The kissing was something he wouldn’t forget soon, nor was any of the other stuff they did. It was the whole package, and while the ending had been difficult, leading up to it hadn’t been.

He felt his uncut dick getting harder, as he tried to focus on making the sale, as well as remember last night. Terry could feel the foreskin tightening over his shaft, as he tried to talk to the man in front. Yet, the night kept intruding, as It had been perfect in so many ways, that he wished Harry hadn’t ruined it at the end, but maybe it wasn’t as bad as he believed?

Maybe it was him? He could have handled things better, and well, frankly he shouldn’t have been so surprised. After all, they had sex, and well, he was a bar pick up. What else would Harry think?

The way the man’s face had lit up, when Terry had said he was versatile, that he didn’t mind being a bottom, or a top. It seemed to relax Harry as well, and well, the groping got a bit more intense, the kisses a bit more intense. He loved how Harry kissed, while caressing his body. He still wasn’t sure how, but they had managed to strip and were in the massive bed that dominated the small bedroom.

Funny how he really didn’t remember going into the bedroom, or being undressed. He knew Harry had taken his pants off, but the rest was a bit of a blur. Not that he had been drunk either. While Harry had bought the drinks, they just never seemed to be forced on him. He had liked that, so it wasn’t that he had too much to drink. It was just that, well he was too into the way Harry made him feel.

Not just how he kissed, but how his hands would move across his smaller body. The way the fingers had tweaked his nipples, then slid down to rub his belly, then hold him while he would lick at the nipples. It was all part of Harry’s technique, that worked. He had never gotten so hard, as he had while Harry caressed his body.

How he would run his fingers through his short cropped hair, tussle it a bit, then a finger would lightly pass down his face, to circle his cheek, or around the bridge of his nose. It had made him tingle deep down inside, had gotten him super hard too. Glancing down at his cock, he thought it had somehow grown bigger, gotten thicker, but it was an illusion.

Yet the dripping pre-cum was real. He had watched as Harry had tasted it, had glanced up and smiled at him, as he let his tongue lick at the cock head, then lick down the underside of the shaft until it reached his scrotum. How the tongue licked lightly at each of his testicles, how the lips pressed lightly against the leathery sac, then suddenly he felt himself in pure heaven, as Harry took his entire sac into his mouth.

Gawd, how good it had felt as Harry sucked on his balls, at how the tongue kept licking at them, even while they were inside Harry’s mouth. How his buttocks clenched and ached, as Harry began to prod his tiny hole with a finger. The way he moved up and down between his clenched cheeks, lightly touching the soft skin inside.

He had groaned, moaned and even whimpered, as Harry had moved between his legs, his head pressing up against one thigh, his mouth sucking the balls, his nose pressed up against the side of his hard pole. How he could feel him breathing, the way the warm breath wafted across the spot between his groin and thigh. He could still feel it now, and it was just as intense.

Terry had cried out too, as Harry turned him over onto his side, his head reaching between the legs, to lick at the sac, while his hand pumped his dick. How tight it had felt, as he wrapped his fingers around his pulsing pole. How his breath made him tingle, as the tongue licked at the tender flesh just behind the sac, near his buttocks.

His whole body had shook as Harry let his tongue move all the way up. The way it had moved between his buttocks, tasting him, swirling around his tight hole, then poking at it, briefly. Then further up it went, as Harry also moved himself upwards. He felt the tongue traveling up, licking him, while he shook.

The way the tongue flattened out as it moved up the small of his back, all along his spine, right up to his neck. He trembled, as the tongue licked at the back of his neck, then he felt it behind his ear, while Harry’s hands wrapped around his shaking body. How he cuddled him, drawing him closer to his own hot body. Terry could feel the man’s warmth, the way it felt as his backside curved into Harry’s front.

The press of his hard dick was just below his buttocks, the cock head pressing up and under his balls. How it felt as Harry kissed him, just under the ear lobe, then the tongue once more began to lick him, to swirl around the inside of his ear. It was like being under water, the echo or sort of echo. The sound was muted in one sense, yet louder in another, as it echoed inside his ears. The way he could hear each puff, each beat of his own heart, as the tongue licked around and tickled his inner ear.

He had moaned a lot too, and kept pushing himself back into Harry. He had felt that hard cock, and his legs began to spread apart, as he also tried to slide his body down, to make Harry’s cock slide upwards, to trap it between his butt cheeks. Harry began to slide his hand down his side, gently caressing the rolling muscles.

At a few points, the hand would reach around, to rub Terry’s belly, then reach down, and give his hard pole a quick pump, then maybe run down his quivering thigh, or to slap it hard, that made him jump, which only pushed Terry’s bottom into Harry’s groin. He loved the way Harry was taking his time, had made him break out in a hot sweat. Tiny beads becoming rivers of water, that acted like glue. The way their bodies seemed to just melt together added to the sensations that were rolling inside of his body. His mind was reeling from all the different waves of pleasure that overwhelmed it.

The pleasure didn’t stop even as Harry managed to rip open a condom, and unroll it over his dick. He didn’t skip a beat, as he felt the hard pole being pressed up between his cheeks, spreading them, until the head was pressing up against his hole. He had moaned as the thick cock was slowly moved upwards, and he felt a tingle run through his whole body.

Every nerve seemed to be taut, ready to send waves of pleasure through his body, as the cock rested by his tight pink hole. He felt the muscle quiver, as the warmth of the head penetrated his thoughts. He felt his muscles tighten, felt his chest ache, as he held his breath in anticipation. It was like time had stopped, like he was standing on the edge of a cliff looking down, waiting for the rush, waiting for that moment to come.

The sudden jab, the quick push inwards only made him sing out his pleasure. Harry had his hand across Terry’s stomach, as he pushed his hips forward, driving the hard cock past the tight hole. The hand on his belly pulled back, pressed in hard at the same time. His hole didn’t have a chance, as the cock head penetrated him in one quick thrust.

His cries were barely out of his mouth before he felt his body pushing back to meet the thrust, felt the beat of his heart begin to race even faster. He felt the sweat dripping from every pore, as he felt his own hips follow the motion of Harry’s hand, driving his buttocks back towards Harry.

The fullness of the cock was amazing. It felt so good inside, that the pain of penetration quickly passed, as he began to shake. His legs quivered, the muscles taut, as he moved his hips, to add to the wonderful feelings inside. How it made the driving cock twist a bit, bang into the muscles as it pushed past, only made him moan his pleasure, his desire more.

Harry was good too, how he would speed up his thrusts, then suddenly slow them down. He could still feel the pleasure now, as Harry would pound his cock deep into his body, then as it would feel like Harry’s entire groin was trying to work past his small hole, the pressure would hang for a second. Then he felt the pole, slowly slide back out. The press against his hole would ease, just a bit, as slowly he would bring his cock out, teasing him to the where he thought Harry was going to take it all out.

The head would be back, working from the inside, to make his hole pucker, as if about to exit, then suddenly he would feel it being rammed back into him. He would cry out, his heart pounding, as the hard shaft ploughed forward, going deeper than before. Then he would slowly pull it back again, then suddenly it was like a jack hammer was in his ass.

Harry knew the tricks, how to go fast just when he was enjoying the feel of it being pulled back, how to go slow when the hard pounding was driving him forward. The way he moved his hand, to wrap it around Terry’s hard pole, to make it pump the cock in time with the hard thrusts of Harry’s own cock. It made him pant, made the ache in his chest feel like his heart was going to explode out from behind the ribs. Sweat was no longer tiny beads, but more like a raging river, or so it felt, as Harry continued to work his ass, to pound him, then caress him.

He was vocal too, as he groaned with each hard thrust into Terry’s willing buttocks. The way his thighs would crush into the firm flesh of his buttocks, the way the bed would creak, groan in time with each thrust. How it would shake as their bodies crushed into each other, was just a distant noise in Terry’s mind. The roar of his heart, the hot panting breath of Harry on his shoulder, was more intense than any other sound. He could feel the moment coming too.

The way Harry’s fingers dug into his side, no longer stroking Terry’s cock. The way they dug past his skin, to reach his bones, to scrape against them as the body seemed to suddenly vibrate. How the cock buried deep inside of him seemed to pulse, to throb, as it was pushed in harder and harder, reaching deeper than he thought possible.

That final push, was before him as he felt it, felt his buttocks clenching right now, hours later. How it had surprised him, by its sheer force. The way his whole body had been pushed by the driving cock, how the hand holding his hip had suddenly become even harder. The way his legs had suddenly felt the force of the blow, the hard thrust that he had met, yet still found his whole body being pushed forward.

The loud cry had reverberated in the room, drowning out every other sound, including the wild beat of his heart. He had felt the blood in his own arms and legs rushing to his own cock, but not as fast as obviously it was doing for Harry. The way the cock drove into him, the way it seemed to thicken as it moved down his insides, only made him tremble.

It was as if it was growing and growing, and then he felt it. The way it just seemed to explode, to suddenly swell up beyond its ability to stretch. The way his whole insides felt like they too would explode, as the hard cock shook. He felt it all, felt the tremors, felt the way the head suddenly backed up, stopping the hard thrusting motion, then all of a sudden it was racing forward again. He felt the cock thicken, then the body pushing into him, was collapsed on top of him.

Harry’s head was on his upper arm, he felt the saliva of from him, the sweat that seemed to pour from Harry’s head, as it rested heavily on his arm. He felt the cock inside quiver a few times, felt the head jerk forward, rear back, jerk forward, several times. Each time, he heard a gasp from Harry, felt the hand on his hips flex and twitch.

Terry knew that Harry had shot his load, that it was that which was pressing up into his soft lining, flowing back inside the condom. He felt his own body shaking, felt his own cock aching, as he pressed backwards, as Harry’s hot breath blew past his ear.

Looking up, he saw the customer staring at him, with a strange expression. Terry grinned his smile, as he mumbled something then found his focus, and continued to explain the intricacies of the camera focus operation. The man relaxed, as he leaned closer to listen. Terry pointed out a few more things, as the front door to the shop opened, the tiny bell jangling.

Glancing up, he stopped speaking, then quickly recovered, as he saw Harry in the doorway. His body quivered a bit, as he continued to point out the extra features to the man in front. Yet one eye kept glancing away, to follow Harry who was casually checking out the various cameras under the glass shelves of the showcases.

Terry felt his body shiver, and he also felt the wet spot that had appeared, as he had thought about that moment when Harry had cummed. He felt a strange pleasure that Harry had found his way to the shop, even after how they had parted last night.

He was finding it hard to concentrate, which surprised him. He had managed to think of last night without really missing a beat, but now that Harry was there, in the shop, he was stumbling over words, forgetting the question, and he felt like time was dragging on. He wanted the man to stop asking questions, to either buy the camera or not, because, well Harry was there.

It seemed like it took forever, but finally the man stopped asking, and had pulled out his charge card. The camera was wrapped, the receipt in the bag, when he finally felt he could breathe again. The back of the man going out the front door was the final straw as he turned to find Harry right in front of him.

‘When do you get off work?’

‘Another hour, why?’

‘Thought maybe we’d do dinner, so I could apologize for last night.’

‘You don’t have to do that.’

‘I know, but I want to.’

‘Why?’

‘I couldn’t get you out of my mind all day, there was something about last night, that well, to be honest, I haven’t experienced for a long time.’

‘Oh? What was that?’

‘Honesty.’

Terry looked directly at Harry, and felt his body quiver. He could remember how good it had felt to have Harry touch him, how hot it made him feel. He saw the way his eyes looked then, and now, and he reached out with his hand, to rest it on top of Harry’s. The touch of his hand over the older man’s gave him a bit of a start.

Looking up at Harry, he felt a strange rumble in his belly, and it wasn’t for food. Terry felt the ache inside, remembering how good it had been, and as he looked into Harry’s face, he realized that Harry had enjoyed it as well. He also realized that what he had said, offered last night, hadn’t been meant as an insult. It was how he figured he could show his appreciation, what most guys his age would expect from someone Harry’s age. He could feel Harry’s desire for him, feel his sincerity, as he smiled at him.

‘Dutch Treat?’

Harry laughed, and he took Terry’s hand into his, squeezing it a little. It was good to hear the man laugh, to see the pleasure crossing his face.

Uncle Dan

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (1)

Dan stared at the old Grumman truck in the drive way. The white painted sides were a bit dull, and he could see the patches where he had touched up the paint, that were now weathered and old, just as he was. Sipping his coffee he felt his age, or more aptly he felt like a hundred, not a mere sixty. His legs trembled a little, as he stood there staring at 40 years of his life.

At twenty he and his father had bought the old truck, fresh from the factory. It had taken his Dad nearly a lifetime to save up enough to buy the truck, to put his son firmly in the driver’s seat of their shared enterprise. It had been his Father’s father that had started the little business, passed it on, and at 20 years of age, his own father was readying to pass it on to him.

Looking out at the ancient truck, he still marvelled at how it had survived, and how it had done him and his father proud. They had spent an entire winter getting their brand new truck ready for the summer season, customizing the interior, working out the generators to keep the coolers at the right temperature.

It had been good times, and when they had rolled out the completed truck, that spring day, well you could see the pride in their eyes, the twinkle of success. His mother had stood at the side, her hands to her face, tears in her eyes as she watched her husband and son back the transformed truck into the drive.

1968 and both John and Robert Kennedy were dead, Richard Nixon was heading for the White House, but to them, it was a perfect year. They had their new truck, double the size of the old battered Ford that had served the family business for decades. Now, his Father had said, they could really make something of the old business.

He had transformed their back yard into a small factory. Every morning at 6am the milk truck would arrive from the nearby farms, delivering fresh milk for their needs. Along with his best friend, he and his father poured the milk from the larger containers into several specially made metal vats, where they made their own home made ice cream.

It was a recipe from his Great Grandmother, and it had been popular among the family, and then the neighbourhood. Now it was still a popular choice among all the kids along their route, kids that were kids of customers of his grandfather, then his father.

A small tear rolled down his face as he stared at the battered old truck, that once held such promise. It was supposed to be his older brother’s business, when his father retired, but like so many, the Viet Nam War had ended that dream for his family. His brother Jason had died in some rice paddy, thousands of miles from home.

His picture, dressed in khaki was still on his mantle, a stark reminder of the price his family had paid. He was one of the lucky one’s, though at the time he didn’t think so. Still, he had avoided the draft, due to a medical condition, a heart problem, that back then, the Doctor’s said would kill him by the age of 50, at best, if not a lot sooner than that. Well, he proved them wrong, as he was 60 now, and according to his Doctor today, he could live to be a hundred.

Dan wished his brother could be here now, his father as well, but life wasn’t always accommodating. His brother was gone, lost in a war he still wasn’t sure about. For his parents, the loss of Jason was like someone had driven a stake through their hearts, but they never let it show in front of him. When his father began to slow down, when getting up at the crack of dawn to get the vats ready for the fresh milk, he turned to Dan more and more, never once letting on how he wished it would be Jason.

His mother never got over the loss either. They turned their grief into pushing him, in looking to make him take the family business to new levels, to new heights. It was their drive that kept him going, long after they had passed away. Least until now, when he simply couldn’t do it all anymore.

Dan, named after his grand father, thought he had done a good job in keeping the old traditions alive. The ice cream was still made by hand, faithful to the old recipe, even though it was far more costly. The bottom line had constantly gotten smaller, but he never once skimped on the ingredients, keeping his prices to their minimum. It was how his family would have wanted it, and he wasn’t about to disappoint them.

Just like his father, his grandfather, he watched the kids on his route grow up, become adults, and have families of their own. He had watched them go off to war too, many to not come back. He had watched entire neighbourhoods that held families for generations change over night. He had seen the effects of the Oil Embargo in the 70’s and the way things changed in the 80’s under the Reagan years.

He had lived through the AIDS epidemic, fearful of seeing many of his friends pass away from the strange affliction that many called the Gay Disease. He had lived through it, survived by the skin of his teeth as he had seen the First Gulf War, and the way his country was changing.

Politics rarely made sense to him, even as a kid. He never understood the Viet Nam era, that took his older brother, the whole Iran crisis or the Afghanistan invasion. Nothing made sense to him, as he went about his business, keeping himself out of it. Oh sure his parents would nag a bit, wondering when he would get out and find a nice girl to marry, to bring children into the world, and pass on the family business.

His father was one who kept at it, until finally his mother told him to stop, to leave the boy alone, though at that time he was already 30. She knew, never said a word, but she knew he would never marry a girl, that for him, his life wasn’t about kids, about girls. Yet not once did she say a word to him, and she kept his father from nagging, without telling him.

The whole AIDS thing, had worried her, specially that summer when he had lost some weight. He had spent a lot of time assuring her he was fine, that he was simply wanting to keep fit, to not let all the ice cream sampling turn him into a rolly polly old man. She had smiled, but he had seen the worry in her eyes, the way she looked. It tore his heart and for that whole time, he kept his sexual dalliances to a minimum.

There had been lots of opportunities too, that maybe he should have pursued, but he never could, least not then. Times were different then, and as he sipped the hot coffee, he realized it really hadn’t changed all that much, even with all the Gay Rights crap out there. You still didn’t go around advertising being queer, and certainly not if you were in his line of work.

Looking up at the sky, he could see the clear blue skies. Another fine autumn day, and he realized, he wouldn’t be heading out for another run. Yesterday, Labor Day Monday, had been his last run, and he had been given a royal send off into retirement. He smiled at that memory, then frowned, as he wondered just how warm would it have been, if they had known he was a 60 year old fag?

Would they have still turned out? Would they maybe hold the hands of their children tighter, and not let them get too close to the old queer? It wasn’t anger he was feeling, but disappointment, because it was the one regret of his entire life, so far. He hadn’t been able to be who he was, he had to keep it secret, and it had cost him dearly.

Bobby was one of those that he wished he could go back into time and alter. He had been a typical teenager, full of life, full of passion too. He had moved into the neighbourhood with his family just recently, and was like a young kid all summer long, always at the curb at 11am, waiting for Dan and his truck.

He was 18 when they had first met, and he had all the looks of a young man who liked to play, who enjoyed life. From his curly blond hair, to the lively looking powder blue eyes, when you looked at Bobby, you felt giddy, felt like laughing at the world. He was that type of guy once you got to know him, as well.

Dan had been 22 at the time, and it had taken him nearly the entire summer before he relented, and agreed to meet Bobby after work, to have a coke and burger. Back then, it was what they did, not hit the bars, not go share a joint, or a line, though maybe they did, just not in his circle. Still he had been petrified, not sure if Bobby was or wasn’t. Not like you could ask, without risking being beaten to a pulp.

Still he could remember that first night, when they had met and gone to the local burger place, to sip at ice cold Coca Cola in a big tall glass, ice cubes, and a burger that oozed grease. None of that healthy crap back then, just real meat, real bacon, and tons of grease. It was messy, but damn he could almost taste that burger now. Then, he was too scared to enjoy it, until the banana splits had arrived. He had almost choked on ice cream, when Bobby had looked at the sliced long banana, fluttered his eye lashes at Dan, then asked if his dick was as long.

It must have taken him five minutes to stop sputtering, to stop gagging on the ice cream in his mouth. And that wicked little grin across Bobby’s face didn’t help either. The way he looked so innocent, and wicked, all at the same time, was unnerving. The eyes, that were so full of life, seemed to be laughing at his discomfort, as his foot had suddenly stretched out under the table, and was brushing his foot.

Smiling, he remembered that his only words had been ‘are you’ and Bobby had simply laughed out loud. First his choking, now the laughter, had gotten many heads turning to see what was going on. No one seemed to notice the intense stare he had, the bright red flush to his cheeks, or how Bobby seemed a bit slouched on the booth seat. His foot had been gently caressing Dan’s, had even managed to move up a bit from the ankle, pushing the pant leg up.

God, it had been exciting, and while he hadn’t been a virgin, he sure as hell wasn’t the type to have had a whole lot of experience. Hell, if he was honest with himself now, he still wouldn’t call himself experienced. Not like many of the younger kids these days, or at least if you were to believe their claims. Still, back then it wasn’t easy to find partners, to meet and just, well, be who you were.

They had left the burger place, and walked down the street. It had been a perfect autumn night, just as today was shaping up to be. Maybe if it was today, they might have held hands, but not back then. That would be asking for trouble, yet he remembered that walk as if it was just yesterday. How they talked, how Bobby was hoping his number wouldn’t come up in the draft, how if it did he might just head up North to Canada. It was all so strange, to share the dreams of another, to share their fears, their hopes. He had missed that, ever since his brother had gone off, never to return.

Bobby was like Jason, full of life, yet serious when he wanted to be. Nothing seemed to be off limits either, as they talked, as he kept glancing at Dan, with that downward glance, that seemed so hot, so sexy. It was as if he was trying to just turn him on with his eyes, and come to think of it, he had. Just being with another guy, in such a setting, had given him a hard on. For the life of him, he wanted to see if Bobby was also aroused, but he couldn’t, afraid of being too eager.

It was Bobby who finally brought it up, as they were by one of the many parks around town. It was quiet out, the wind was blowing a little, but it wasn’t cold. Rather warm considering it was mid September, and as they stood by a small grove of trees, Bobby said what he had been thinking.

How nervous he had been, when Bobby asked him straight out, if he’d like a blow job. The little giggle had been unintentional, but it had also broken the ice more. Dan had made some smart ass comment, but he managed to glance down at Bobby’s crotch, to see a very large bulge in the pants. There was no doubt, Bobby was as excited by him, as he was with Bobby.

Thinking about it now, he felt a bit sad. How he had seen the gleam in Bobby’s eyes when he had agreed, how suddenly he had stiffened, and looked around, checking to see if anyone was coming along the street. His eyes were so bright, and yet he had seen the fear too, a fear he knew well.

It took them several minutes, to be satisfied, then to quietly slip into the park, to make their way deep into the grove of large trees. Branches pushed past their faces, as they walked through the underbrush, stopping every few feet, to make sure no one was inside, or following. It all had an air of being naughty, of doing something dangerous, forbidden. Course, maybe perhaps because it was illegal, it did sort of make things a bit more thrilling.

How they had stopped, listened, then moved further into the thickets, to avoid any possibility of being discovered, least without them being warned in advance. Each crack of a branch, each rustle of branches made them stop, listen, then move in more.

Finally they had found a spot, where both felt safe enough to take a deep breathe, and relax. Bobby leaned up against the trunk of an old weathered tree, and looked at Dan. He had his thumb hooked into the waist of his pants, and Dan couldn’t help but notice how sexy he looked. The way his chest was still heaving a bit from their excursion to this point, how full his basket looked. It all made him feel even more excited, as he stood there, not sure what to do next.

Did Bobby want him to do him first, or should he just drop to his knees? Maybe Bobby wanted to do him first? He didn’t want to ruin the moment, but it was typical of Bobby, to recognize his indecision, and to take charge. Course, that also led to some problems later on, but that night, well it was just what he needed.

‘You wanna do me first? I am so damn hard, it’s really hurting’

He had smiled and just nodded, as he moved forward, to get up close to Bobby. Dan remembered how he could smell the burger still on Bobby’s breath. The relish, the pickles, and even the onions as he stood directly in front of Bobby, staring down at his basket. How big it had looked in the gloom of the night, how inviting too as he felt Bobby reach up and under his chin, to lift his face up to his.

They had kissed briefly, just a brush of their lips against each other’s, but damn he could still feel how it had made him tremble. The press of those thin lips on his, the touch of his fingers under his chin, had nearly made him collapse. His legs had twitched and his knees felt like they would buckle. As they had pulled away, Bobby had told him how he liked that, how it was nice.

Funny, but while he had since kissed many other guys, none had ever said a word to him. Kissing wasn’t what it was back then, and who knew. Sure, you saw it in the movies, and if you listened hard enough, you could get an idea of just what kissing was, but that was from the straight crowd. For him, it was a rather new experience, that never seemed to go quite the way all the kids in the locker room had made it seem.

Yet with Bobby, it didn’t seem necessary. The brief little touch had made his own cock jerk in the pants, had made him tremble, and he rather enjoyed it. He let his hand move away from his own nervous body, to touch Bobby’s side. He felt the warmth of his body, and felt it shudder a bit to his touch. How strange it felt, how good it felt too.

His hand moved across the stomach, realizing how soft it was, how much he could feel the muscles underneath trembling as his hand moved towards the button on the top of the pants. Dan also realized at how Bobby was holding his breath, and how his eyes were staring down at his hand, watching every movement they made. It was sort of like being on display, as he fumbled with the button, needing both hands to pull the pants away from Bobby’s body, to finally undo it.

Bobby managed to exhale at that point, and Dan felt his belly push up against his fingers, that were inside the waist of the pants. He felt his whole body shake, his knees wobble, as he looked up into Bobby’s face.

The moon was out, but the thick covering of autumn leaves still were enough to block most of it out, but the glow was unmistakable. His eyes were so bright, so shiny, that it made him want to lean forward, to kiss him once more. For a second he hesitated, then felt his head tilt to one side, his eyes flutter then close as he moved in closer.

This time the kiss lasted longer, and he could feel Bobby’s tongue against his own, taste him a bit too, as his own tongue pushed inside, just a bit. His whole body was suddenly charged, he could feel his heart racing, as his hands moved up to hold Bobby’s upper arms, to press his fingers into the flesh, and press his mouth harder against Bobby’s.

It was his real first kiss with another guy. One that was just like how he had imagined it would be, and as their breath mingled together, he felt his whole body shaking, felt Bobby’s hands at his waist, holding him close. Even now, decades later, he could feel the press of those long fingers against his hip bone. How good it felt, how strong Bobby felt, how much he wanted him.

Somehow he found himself on his knees, their mouths apart. He could hear the panting breath from above him, as his hands fumbled with the pants, pulling at them, until they were down below Bobby’s knees. The white of his jockey shorts was brilliant in the darkness, as was the tented shape of the pole that stuck out from them. He remembered licking his lips as he tugged at the shorts, until he had freed Bobby’s dick.

It looked so huge then, as it wavered a bit in the night air, as it stuck straight out from his body. The dark patch of pubic hair looked black in the night, but he saw the two round balls underneath, close up to the shaft. His eyes couldn’t move away from the beautiful sight, as he leaned back on his heels a bit, to take it all in.

Bobby had his hand on his shoulders, as he stared at the cock, at the dangling balls. He felt in awe at it, though later he realized it wasn’t some giant monster, or some freak of nature. Bobby’s penis really wasn’t above average, but for someone who had little to compare it to, it looked huge.

How it stood there, sticking out, and moving ever so slightly, made it seem so alive, so special. He remembered too, how Bobby asked him if it was okay, as if he too wasn’t sure if it was normal. Even now, he could remember how he had said it was perfect, how it was something from heaven, which had seemed to make Bobby happy, as his one hand moved off of Dan’s shoulder, to grab hold of the stiff cock, at the base, and shake it a bit.

Looking at that pole, at how it moved in front of his eyes was making him drool. He forgot about being nervous, as he let one hand move up Bobby’s thigh, to touch his warm body, to then let it move across Bobby’s crotch. How Bobby had dropped his hold of his own cock, as Dan took hold of it, wrapping his fingers around the base of it.

He could still remember how thrilled he was, at the touch of his hand on that throbbing pole. He still believed he could feel Bobby’s blood rushing in and out, as he held the cock steady, letting his head move forward.

The instant his lips touched it, he felt Bobby stiffen, felt his body tense up, as Dan felt his own body shake. His lips opened, as the hot head pushed past the lips, his teeth grating the hot stretched flesh of the head. Bobby suddenly groaned, and Dan opened his eyes, to see one of Bobby’s hand moving up and down under his shirt. He closed the eyes, as he let his mouth move further along the shaft, pulling the whole pole into his mouth.

His jaw started to ache a bit, and his throat was having troubles letting the cock enter, but despite a few gags, he managed to have it all inside his mouth. Dan felt his nose pressing up against Bobby’s crotch, drinking in his aroma, his man scent. It made his whole body quiver, made his hand tighten around the base, as he began to pull his head back, feeling the throbbing pole tremble as it past his lips.

Bobby was moaning softly, and one hand now rested on Dan’s head, the fingers pulling and tugging at Dan’s auburn hair, wrapping strands around the fingers, while he moved his face in and out. His hand held the cock straight, but he could feel the muscles inside trembling, feel them shake as his mouth moved back and forth over Bobby’s cock.

The heavy breathing grew more rapid. Bobby was shaking too, and he felt the thighs tighten, felt the muscles inside become like thick bands of steel, as his head moved faster and faster along the throbbing cock. He could still feel its warmth, feel it strike the back of his throat, as it buried itself into Dan’s mouth. His tongue was flattened inside his mouth, occasionally licking upwards, as the hot pole slid past, then he felt the two hands on his shoulders.

Bobby’s fingers were digging deep into his flesh, digging at his bone even, and he could feel the hips moving in time with his face, and then the shallow panting grew quicker, as Bobby suddenly reached behind, and took hold of Dan’s head, shoving it hard into his body. At the same time his hips shot forward, and he heard him cry out, as the body bucked in Dan’s grasp.

The hot cream choked him, as he struggled, pulling back against Bobby’s hands. His mouth was suddenly flooded with a sweet salty liquid, that was gagging him. It slid down his throat, dripped out from his mouth and ran down his chin, as it just seemed to keep on coming. He struggled to pull back, forcing himself to swallow as much as he could, to avoid throwing up. His body shook, as the thick cream just seemed to be endless.

Then suddenly, his head was able to pull away, and he fell back onto his hands, his legs pushed out on either side of Bobby’s still prone body. Looking up, he saw how his eyes were shut tight, how his whole body was shaking, as he slowly let himself slide down the trunk of the tree. His legs weren’t as far apart as Dan’s, the pants and underwear holding them closer.

Yet as he slid down, his feet pushed up into Dan’s groin, making his own cock jerk, making it suddenly ache in a way Dan had never felt before. His body was still trembling as Bobby finally opened his eyes, to stare at Dan. The look he gave him, was something Dan knew he’d never forget. He was right too, because right now, he could still see it before him.

The coffee in his cup was cold, and as he remembered that look, his body gave a small little shake. He couldn’t help but feel the stirring in his groin, as he thought about Bobby, about that moment in the park, when he sucked him off.

As he told Bobby later, it was only his third, and he still felt rather pleased with himself, as Bobby refused to believe he had only sucked cock twice before, given how good he was at it. Maybe that was why he remembered him so vividly, the way he could compliment you, and make you believe it.

Mind you, it was much more than that. It was his first real crush on another guy, that was returned too. That made it special, and the times, well that just added to the thrill of his time with Bobby. To know, that if caught they could be tossed in jail, or worse, was well, intoxicating even. It never really made him angry, though it pissed Bobby off a lot. He was before his time, Dan thought, as he headed to the kitchen, to get a fresh cup of java, and to begin his first day of retirement.