Daddy Type
 by: BndgDawg

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Chapter 4
{01-2016 to 03-2016}

The first week of January, the weather turned unseasonably warm, with highs in the sixties. Taking advantage of it, I took a few days off to work on the yard, cleaning up the flower beds and trying to make sure they would survive the rest of the winter. I had just taken a load of yard waste around to my compost pile when a small car pulled into the circle. It looked familiar, but I wasn’t sure. Living on a cul-de-sac in a community that is essentially a cul-de-sac itself, you get used to random cars turning around in the circle. Mostly, folks think that they can cut through, but find they can’t.

This time, I got a pleasant surprise when the car parked, and a familiar face climbed out.

“Luke!”

“Hey, how goes?”

“Pretty good, and you?”

“Good. What’s been going on with you since Rob left? Hear much from him?”

“We were in contact a lot at first; however, since the year started, not so much,” I replied.

“His last text said the holiday had been rough and dealing with his dad was getting to him. Really sounded like he was going to be glad when he left for Berkeley.”

We chatted about inane things for a few moments, but I got the feeling that there was more going on than met the eye.

“So, what brings you here?” I asked, finally.

“Well…”

I just looked at him, a bit puzzled and a little confused.

“I didn’t know how to call you, but I wanted to see if you wanted to…

Again, he faced a puzzled and confused look from me.

“Screw it,” he burst out. “Want to go on a date?”

This caught me completely by surprise. I guess I stared mutely at him a bit too long.

“Never mind.”

“Actually, you caught me off guard.” A smile spread across my face. “A date would be nice.”

“Oh. Uh. Okay, cool.”

“When and where?”

“Tonight, dinner, how about Ozzie’s?”

“Works. You want to meet there? Pick me up? Me pick you up?”

“Can I pick you up at seven?”

“Works,” I agreed.

For a guy that I’d gotten to know a bit, the entire encounter felt more than awkward. He spun around and walked quickly back to his car.

I finished up my yard work, showered, and got dressed for dinner. This date warranted a nicer outfit, so I put on khakis, a blue dress shirt, and a brown V-neck sweater. The doorbell rang a little before seven, and I opened to find Luke looking quite handsome.

“Ready to go?”

“Definitely.”

The short drive over to the restaurant was done in relative silence. We got there and were seated quickly, thanks to Luke’s calling ahead. The waiter came and took our drink orders. We reviewed the menu, made our dinner order, and still, he didn’t really speak.

“So, thanks for asking me out.”

“You’re welcome. I wanted to for a while, but…”

“But you’re Rob’s friend and didn’t want to interfere?”

“Yeah.”

“He’s gone, I’m single, so relax and enjoy.”

“Yes, Sir,” he said quietly.

“You’re back from break early.”

“Yeah, I convinced my folks to let me drive back early so I could get back to my part-time job. More importantly, I wanted to get away from there.”

“Are the dorms open? What job? Get away?”

“No, I’m crashing in the basement of a house some buddies rent till next weekend. I work on campus in the career center. Officially, I’m just a student working there, you know, helping with menial tasks; but usually, I do things the other students can’t. I help with computer issues, move furniture, and set up things, the rest of the staff lets me do the physical work. It’s easy work; but pays well. As far as getting away. I’m sure you understand.”

We chatted more about school, living on campus, his upcoming classes, etc. I knew he was an information systems major, and he asked a lot of questions about careers in the field. If I kept things going, picked a topic, etc., Luke seemed easy to talk with; but if I let the conversation die, it died fast. He just seemed uncomfortable with me for some reason.

“Luke, what’s got you so stressed?”

“Huh?”

“When I met you last October, when you were at my house at Thanksgiving, we had great conversations. Easy, simple, no stress, no strain, now, it’s like you’re petrified of me or something.”

“Well, umm… you weren’t, and I wasn’t, and you know like…”

“Okay, I got it… Rob and I were dating, and you were just the hunky friend. Now I’m single and you’re the hunky guy with me on a date.”

“Yeah…”

“It’s a date, Luke. Relax!”

“It’s just, well…”

“Luke? Is this your first real date?”

“Yessir…” he said so fast I almost didn’t understand.

I was torn between laughing at the situation and feeling sad that I hadn’t realized it earlier.

“Well, I’m honored!”

“I mean, I’ve hooked up,” he explained again in a fast pace. “Just never really gone out on a date.”

“I’m still honored to be your first date.

By this point, dinner was over. The waiter offered dessert.

“Let’s head out,” I said.

Luke’s face got this look, I couldn’t decide what the expression meant. Pain? Crushed? Destroyed?

“Check, please.” I said to the waiter. He left, and I said quietly to Luke. “I’d like to go someplace a bit quieter, private, where we can really have a date.”

You’d have thought I’d told him he’d won the lottery, his face lit up so brightly.

Luke insisted on paying the bill since he’d invited me. Then we walked back to his car, and he started it up. “Where too?”

“My place, if you’re alright with that.”

There was no comment, he just threw the car in gear and took off. In short order, he pulled into my driveway, parking just behind my truck.

We walked into the house. I took off my jacket and turned to take his when I was grabbed and pulled into his body. His arms slipped behind my neck, urging my head lower into a deep kiss. His lips parted and my tongue used that moment to slip in, exploring, tasting.

“Seems like you’re a bit more comfortable,” I said after the kiss ended.

“Yessir…”

“Good. Follow me.”

I led him, not to the bedroom, still wanting a bit of a date, but to the den. I think he was a bit taken aback, but when I pulled him onto the sectional next to me, he seemed happy. He snuggled up next to me as I wrapped an arm around his shoulder, and we started making out.

God, making out, something I hadn’t done in a long time. I felt like a high schooler. We lay on the sectional together, kissing, snuggling, rubbing our bodies together. As with Rob, there was an emotion, one that had been missing for years.

“Stand up for a second,” I asked quietly.

I repositioned myself, tucking my back into the corner of the couch, legs stretched out and extended a hand. Luke took it and I pulled him down on top of me. I could feel his cock, swollen in his pants, as he pressed into me. We started kissing, his tongue fighting with mine as we both tried to explore the other’s mouth. His body humped me as we kissed. It reminded me of, I banished the thought. I couldn’t compare him to Rob, this was Luke and Rob was gone. After a lot more making out, petting, humping, and the like, Luke looked at me.

“Can we?”

“Damn right we can! Here? My bedroom?”

“Can we go downstairs?”

“Wanna fuck on the workout equipment? Or…”

“YEAH! Rob didn’t say much about what you two did. But once, he mentioned you fucking him on the bench. I’ve jacked off thinking about it so many times.”

I wanted to say something, but I stopped myself. How do you tell a guy you’re honored to be a masturbation image?

We disentangled ourselves and I led him downstairs.

“Since you’ve thought about this, tell me what you had in mind.”

Again, that deer in the headlights look.

“Look, you’re gonna have to get used to talking with me if we’re gonna date. You said you jacked off thinking about it. Set the scene.”

“Well, I was always in my lacrosse gear, and you were dressed like a coach.”

“Fair enough. I don’t have any gear for you, so we’ll have to save that for another time. Wearing a jock?”

“Yessir!”

“Me too. Let’s strip down; but leave your jock on.”

We both disrobed, our clothes piling up on the floor in heaps. He pulled his pants off last and gasped when he stood back up, seeing me standing there in a bulging jock.

“FUCK! You’re one sexy fucking guy.”

“Thanks, you’re a hot little stud yourself.”

He moved over and wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me down into a kiss as our bodies ground together; skin-to-skin. The heat coming off the young man was amazing.

I put my arms around him, lifting him, so that his feet couldn’t touch the floor. He showed the strength he had as his legs worked up and wrapped around me. The kissing continued.

I could feel his jock-encased cock straining against my body. I’m sure he could feel mine against his. It was pointing up and out of the band of my strap and kept hitting his cheeks.

He pulled his mouth from mine and started nibbling along my jawline.

“I need you to fuck me!” he moaned.

I carried him over to the weight bench and lowered him onto his back. I pushed his legs up and he hooked his arms behind his knees. I scooched down and let my tongue run from his belly button down that tight line to his bulging jock. I soaked his jock in my spit as I mouthed his cock. I had his jock soaked before I moved past it and started licking the path to his hole. When my tongue started working up and down his crack, he moaned.

“Oh, fuck. I’ve never. I didn’t know. Oh FUCK!”

The last, he cried as my tongue found his pucker and pushed in. I put a hand on each of his cheeks and spread them apart to give myself better access.

I kept working on his hole, swiping it with my tongue as I pushed more and more spit into it to prep it.

“Fuck me, please!” he begged.

“I’m gonna, boy. But I want you to enjoy it, so let me get that ass prepped!”

I put a finger on either side of his hole to let my tongue work in deeper. Finally, I figured his hole was open enough. I stood up and put the head of my cock against his hole.

“Please,” he begged, looking up at me.

I pushed in slowly, I wanted him to enjoy this, and I wasn’t sure how much he’d been fucked.

“More,” he urged.

I kept pushing till I was buried to the hilt.

“Aw, fuck!” he moaned.

I started pulling out and sliding back in, I leaned over and began kissing him as I started picking up the pace.

“That’s it, Coulter, fuck me!”

I worked my dick in and out of his ass at a slow, steady pace that I hoped would maximize his pleasure. I didn’t know how many times he’d been fucked, but I wanted to make sure he enjoyed this thoroughly!

He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me down, so my face was inches from his. I was surprised when he held me there, not in a kiss, but with his eyes searching mine.

“Harder,” he urged.

“Yeah, baby.”

“Oh, Coulter, Coach, fuck me, keep fuckin’ me…”

“Damn right, boy.”

The expression on his face was priceless.

“Fuck me harder, Coach…”

“I want you to enjoy this, boy.”

“Oh, fuck, I am! So, fucking good, Coach.”

I bent down and kissed him gently as my cock sank a bit deeper into his hole. It was a bit awkward for me, to really fuck him – squatting down to the height of the bench to get the right angle. I knew his fantasy was to fuck on the bench, so I was bound and determined to make it a reality. As the fuck continued my legs started to really feel it. I pulled his legs up and hitched them over my arms. This put his ass much higher, and I was able to fuck down into his hole.

“Oh, FUCK!” he groaned as my cock started abusing his prostate from a new angle.

His groans and moans became more intense, his muscles tightened, and his body began to tremble, indicating that he was close. I changed my angle a bit and started fucking him harder. His cock poked out of his jock and I pulled down on the strap, leaving it just below his balls.

“I’m gonna…” was all he got out before his load started blasting, hands free. His cock was flailing around a bit, so his load went everywhere – his face, his chest, his hair, the bench, the floor – it was a fuckin’ epic!

His ass clenched as he shot, trigging my orgasm. I slammed my dick into his hole and shot a great load.

As we both started to come down from the heights, I lowered his body back onto the bench and slipped my deflating cock out of his hole. I leaned over and started licking his cum off his abs, nips, and then his face. I got to his lips and kissed him, letting him share the flavor.

“That was fuckin’ amazing,” he said after we broke our kiss.

“Damn right!”

After a few minutes of tenderness, I helped him up off the bench and quietly led him into the bathroom.

“Damn, sweet…” he said, as he saw the gang shower at the far end of the room.

“You didn’t see this at Thanksgiving?”

“Nope. Just the gym. I used the shower next to the bedroom.”

I pissed in the urinal, while he used the toilet, then I went over and got the shower going. With the shower heads blasting, I pulled him under the spray and began soaping up his body. I let the washcloth do the work, but my hand was enjoying the feel of his hard muscles. I pushed the button on the dispenser and got some shampoo in my hands. I worked up a good lather in his short, dark hair.

After rinsing, Luke endeavored to return the favor. He got a good lather going on his washcloth and thoroughly washed every nook and cranny of my body. Done, he got the shampoo and started trying to wash my hair.

“A bit awkward?” I asked.

“You’re a lot taller than me,” he admitted. “What are you six-four?”

“A bit over. You’re about five-nine?”

“Five-eight,” he explained. “But I got this!”

Clean, I turned off the water, grabbed a towel and went to work drying Luke off. Once we were both dry, I led him through the gym, grabbing our clothing and up to the bedroom. I pulled back the covers and we climbed in.

Under the covers, he started yawning, so I didn’t try to start more. Instead, I pulled him to me and spooned behind him. I wrapped my arm over him and felt his chest rise and fall. Peaceful. I kissed the back of his neck lightly as I drifted off into slumber.

The next morning, Luke was quiet, again. At breakfast, it was as if the passion of the night before had never happened.

“What’s up?” I asked as I set a plate of food in front of him.

“Nothin…”

The silence for the next few minutes as we ate was deafening. I let the quiet reign. As I put the dishes in the dishwasher, I turned to him.

“OK, we’re back to uncomfortable and awkward. Care to talk about why?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never…” he stopped. Looking at his face, I thought he was about to cry.

“You’ve never done more than a quick hook up and you’re not sure what to do next?”

He just nodded, up and down, vigorously.

“You said last night that you had never been on a date; not even a girl?”

“I knew I wasn’t into girls. It was hard, but being a jock I kinda avoided suspicion, I guess. There have been a few guys. One from high school that we’d play a lot; mostly just hookups.”

“Look, I was married, in a relationship, long-term, supposedly committed, we lived together all that. I never really dated that much before James. With Rob, it was easy to fall into the same old patterns; but I don’t have to have a relationship right now.”

Luke just looked at me, his facial features relaxed, and I thought I saw a hint of a smile.

“We can date, hang out, be friends with benefits, fuck buddies.”

“So, we can do stuff, but…”

“We can do stuff; you can do stuff with other guys; I can do stuff with other guys…”

“Cool.”

“I don’t have a ring on your finger, and you don’t have a ring on mine, so relax and enjoy. If you let me know when things get uncomfortable, I think all will be good.”

“Huh?”

“So, let’s just say you think I’m calling you too much and you feel uncomfortable. Talk to me about it.”

“Oh, okay.”

 With that, the tension, evident in his body earlier, began to slip away.

“What’s your game plan for today?”

“Figured I’d go back and crash at my friend’s place. I really don’t have much to do, they don’t have me on the schedule till Monday.”

“Want to hang out?”

Luke’s face was a little hard to read. “Whatcha got in mind?”

“Well, we could always go downstairs.” I paused for effect. “And actually, workout. It’s supposed to be a lot colder today, so I’m not planning any more yard work. We could hit one of the museums or Chinatown or DuPont.”

He sat quietly for a moment, and I was concerned we were back in quiet mode.

“So many choices. I don’t have clothes to workout in and I’d like to change if we’re gonna do anything.”

“We can work out in our jocks, it’s just us. Then run over to your place, let you change, and head into the city.”

“Cool, how about a workout and then let’s hit DuPont!”

“Wanna let your gay boy out, huh?”

“Yessir…”

Luke followed me downstairs, and we both stripped down to our jocks. I cranked some tunes and started my routine. Luke found his own groove but did ask me to spot him when he was benching some weights. I looked down at him in his jock, with my jock partially blocking my view of his face. I looked down at him a second time and realized his pouch was filling up. That of course, triggered mine.

As soon as he racked the weights, he lifted his head slightly and started tonguing the underside of my jock.

“Horny boy!”

“Horny man!” he teased back.

“Around you, that’s easy!”

He pulled my cock from my strap and started licking my head. He wrapped his right hand around the base of my dick and pulled down until a good part of the shaft was in his throat. I started dipping my body to let more in. He may not have been on many dates, but he knew how to give a blow job.

My squats let him take more and more of my dick until I felt his lips hit my pubes.

“FUCK!”

He gurgled a groan around my cock. The bad thing was that the weights were in my way, I couldn’t get to his cock that was pushing out of his jock. I pulled my cock from his mouth. The whimper he let out made me think of taking a toy from a puppy, and I grabbed the bar, moving it to the main rack.

I came back and dropped my cock into his mouth while bending over to take the head of his cock between my lips. I think being in the gym had Luke horned becauseit didn’t take long till he was blasting. It took me a few minutes longer, but I soon shot down his talented throat.

After the workout, Luke and I used the downstairs shower again. This time, he commented on how cool it was to have this setup in my house.

As we grabbed our stuff, he motioned towards the one door he hadn’t gone in. “What’s that?”

“That is my new playroom. I’ve been setting it up over the last few weeks.”

“Playroom? You mean like cards?”

“Nope.” I walked over and opened the door, turning on the lights.

“What the fuck?”

“Playroom!”

“Ok, dude, explain.”

I walked him to the center of the room, where a single spotlight shone down on the contraption.

“This is a sling. Go ahead, lie down in it.”

I put his feet up in the stirrups.

“Oh man, you’d have great access to my ass.”

I got between his legs, squatted, and licked his hole.

“Damn dude!”

I ran my tongue up his crack, letting my eyes get above his balls and saw that his cock had gotten fully hard.

“Round two!”

I started working my tongue deeper and deeper into his hole, licking, and pushing spit. My cock had responded to the situation and was hard and dripping. After a few minutes, I figured his ass was ready, so I stood up and slipped my dick into his warm hole.

“That feels so damn good,” he moaned.

I used the chains to my advantage, pushing him away as my dick pulled out and pulling him to me as I pushed my cock back in. As the rhythm got going, my cock started popping out of his hole and then slamming back till my pubes hit his ass cheeks. His cock was draining precum all over his belly as it jumped with each hit.

I decided to give him a full demo. My cock popped out of his hole, and I didn’t plunge in. I wanted to laugh when his eyes looked up at me – a visual ‘what the fuck.’

“Up and out!” I held out my hand and that ‘what the fuck’ look continued. I led him to another spotlight, illuminating the fuck bench. “Knees here.” He followed directions and climbed on. “Chest here and arms here.”

I got behind him and drove my cock back into his hole. His cock was just hanging down below him, dripping.

“Oh, FUCK!” he yelped.

This wasn’t going to take long for either of us.

I started fucking him with shorter and harder strokes. His groans let me know he was going to blow soon, so I put my hand under his cock.

“Oh… fuck… oh… yeah!” he screamed.

His cum blasted into the palm of my hand. Once he was done, I licked my hand clean. By that point, my cock plopped out of his ass.

“I need to stay here a minute.”

“I know what you mean.”

I walked over to the sling and collapsed into it.

Finally, Luke got up, came over, and laid down on top of me.

“That was fuckin’ amazing,” he said quietly. He then kissed me gently, and I wrapped my arms around him.

We lay there quickly for a few minutes.

“That was a lot of fun,” Luke explained. “Both in here and out there.”

I thought for a moment - boys love toys, and my basement had the toys boys love.

We grabbed another shower.

Clean, we went upstairs and dressed. Luke ran back to his friend’s place and changed, figuring it would lead to fewer questions. About thirty-minutes later, we took off in my truck, driving into the city. I combed a few streets before finally finding a parking space. It was cold, about forty degrees, but crisp with a bright sun. We walked up Connecticut and around the Circle.

I led us into Kramerbooks, and we browsed through the stacks for a short bit. I found a book by Robert Heinlein that I didn’t have, and Luke grabbed a couple British PC magazines. We got back out onto the street and headed north.

“The area has really changed over the years,” I commented.

“How?”

“There used to be a gay bookstore in the next block. It was fun.”

“Fun?”

I thought a moment how to explain. “Ok, so you’re twenty years old – no wise cracks young man – and you’re in the city. You come to DuPont because it’s the only way guys can meet other gay guys, except at a gay bar, and you aren’t old enough for that. You walk into the neighborhood and the gay ratio goes from 1 in 6 or 1 in 10 to maybe 1 in 2. But when you walked into Lambda Rising, everyone, or nearly everyone, was lesbian or gay.”

“Wow.”

“Unfortunately, like Borders and a lot of other bookstores it succumbed to the online revolution.”

We kept going up Connecticut, and I stopped at one point to reacclimate myself.

“Here it is,” I said, leading Luke through a door and up the stairs. “This used to be the Leather Rack. They had more clothing and less for women back then.”

We walked through the store and left.

“It’s different now. You’d walk in there and feel the gay.”

“But we’re more accepted now,” Luke countered.

“Agreed, and the price of that progress is being more mainstreamed. It’s a bit like immigration; the first generation retains their culture and heritage, and then, as things progress, each generation blends in more. The culture remains but is integrated into the mainstream more and more. Sorry, a trip down memory lane for me.”

We walked around for a good while and ended up on P Street. The cold was starting to work through my coat. “Coffee?”

“Umm. Something hot to drink would be good.”

We walked into Soho Coffee.

I said to the young lady behind the counter, “a large coffee, please.”

“Hot chocolate, large, please,” Luke added.

She looked at Luke and gave him a smile. I handed her the money, but her eyes didn’t leave him. I almost laughed. We were standing waiting for our drinks as she kept trying to chat with him. We were handed our drinks and were turning to find a table when she said something to Luke, that I did not really hear.

“Okay,” he said, with a very non-comital tone.

Being that we were in the gay district, I turned slightly and spoke quietly to her. “You’re barking up the wrong tree.” The look on her face was priceless.

We sat at a table by the café’s windows, watching the world go by.

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” I said, remembering one area of curiosity. “How’d you get your brother’s ID?”

That all-too familiar deer-in-the-headlights look returned quickly.

“You know?”

“Yes.” I decided I wasn’t going to fill in the details. I guess the smile on my face let him know I wasn’t mad.

“My brother lost his license, got a new one, and I found it when I was cleaning up one day. He’s three years older, but the picture was taken right after he turned twenty-one, and I look enough like him for it to work.”

“May I see?”

“Uh, sure.” With that, he pulled out his wallet and got out the ID.

I held it up and compared the photo to Luke carefully. “I can see where this would work at clubs and bars. Low light, fast checks, just trying to get the crowd through. You two do look remarkably similar, but there are some differences in bright light and under careful examination.”

“Yeah. Why did Rob tell you?” his voice seemed a little hurt.

“Halloween, you ordered soda at dinner. Then when we got to the club, the bouncer looked at your ID a lot longer than anyone else. Then you ordered soda again. I cornered Rob and asked him.”

“Oh.”

“And if you haven’t figured it out, no, I don’t mind being on a date with a nineteen-year-old.”

“I’m twenty now. My birthday was last week.”

“Congrats! Belated happy birthday!”

“Thanks.”

We continued to enjoy our drinks, the conversation moving from topic to topic. Luke seemed much more relaxed than the night before.

When we got back to my place late that afternoon, Luke chose to head back to his friend’s place to crash. I thanked him for a great date and told him to call me, figuring it would be best to let him set the pace.

*******

“Busy week?” Darryl asked as I sat down at the table.

“Not really. I got yard work done last week while the weather was good. Errands, chores, and true work otherwise.”

“Cool.”

“What about you?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary. Have you decided what you're going to do tonight?

“Sorta, I want to do a song by Kylie, but I’m not sure what yet.”

“Cruise Control,” Darryl said. “That’s one of my favorites.”

“Sounds good.”

“Any new dates?”

“Nothing really,” I said. “Time will fill things in eventually.”

I lied. I admit it, but I wasn’t ready to get into a long discussion regarding dating a twenty-something. I didn’t want to deal with the feedback or make my mind deal with itself.

“I guess so.”

At this point Phil, showed up, and within minutes, a few others from our group. We greeted each other, and the conversation moved on.

*******

Saturday, I was sitting down for lunch when my phone rang.

“Hello.”

“Hey.”

“How’s it going?”

“Are you free tonight?”

“I have dinner plans. How ‘bout dinner tomorrow night.”

“I have plans with friends. I move back in Monday. Hmm, I should be done early. I don’t have much to carry in. Would Monday night work?”

“I’m off on Monday for the holiday. How ‘bout I pick you up at five and we get an early dinner, then see where the evening goes.”

“Sounds good.”

*******

Monday evening, I drove onto campus, pulled in front of Luke’s dorm, and shuddered for a moment. What was I doing? A guy approaching forty dating a guy who just turned twenty. This time, I couldn’t put it off to a rebound fling or the fact that he’d be leaving in months. I just pushed the thought aside as Luke climbed in.

“Hey,” he said as he climbed in.

“Hey, handsome. How was the move in?”

“For me, it’s easy, but the room is a mess.”

“Why’s that?”

“New roomie who brought a ton of stuff. It’s going to take him a while to get settled.”

“Good space overall?”

“Yeah, the rooms are fine.”

“I lived in Dominion Hall when I was here.”

“Those are nice, bigger and less competition for the bathroom.”

“Yeah, the suite concept was nice, but you had to keep your own bathroom clean.”

“If my new roomie doesn’t work out, I’m going to try for Dominion or Commonwealth next fall. Where are we going?”

“Artie’s.”

“Cool.”

We were only a few blocks from the restaurant at that point, and the conversation focused on his initial thoughts of this new roommate.

“What’s good here?” Luke asked.

“My favorites are the crispy tempura chicken tenders. They come with fries and slaw. The ribs are good, burgers, steaks.”

“Ribs work.” Luke said, closing his menu.

“What are you taking this spring? Any tough ones?”

“Security fundamentals should be pretty straightforward,” Luke continued. “But I’m not so sure about systems analysis and design.”

“If you get stuck, call me.”

“Huh? Oh! Yeah, I didn’t think about that.”

“I’ve got a lot of experience that I can share.”

“I’d appreciate that a lot!”

Our food arrived and slowed the conversation. We covered his course work and what I’d done during the week. After dinner, I invited him back to my place.

“I’d like to, but only if you can take me back to school later.”

“Sure.”

“I don’t want my new roommate asking a lot of questions.”

“Makes sense,” I agreed.

Back at the house, I knew that this time I wanted him in the bedroom. I led him down the hallway, unbuttoning my shirt as I went. I discovered that he was shucking his clothes as we went as well, and we were both standing in socks and jocks when we got to bed.

I pushed him onto the bed and straddled his body. I bent over and started nibbling on his tits, causing him to squirm. I let my tongue work across the small points swirling around the dusting of jet-black hair that surrounded them. Both of his tits were rock hard as I reached up and pushed his arms above his head, then moved my tongue to taste his pits.

After getting the full flavor from his pits, I started working my tongue across his shoulder and then started nibbling on his neck.

“Tickles.”

I thought to myself it might tickle, but his body was certainly enjoying it considering his hard dick was pressed against my leg. I used my leg to rub his cock, pressing it gently against his body. I moved up and started kissing him gently.

His hands wrapped around me and pulled me into a much deeper kiss. His eyes popped open, and my mind got sucked in deep.

I worked my way down his body and pulled his cock away from his abs. I wrapped my mouth around it and worked down the shaft until my lips hit his pubes.

“Tasty,” I said as I pulled off.

“Uh, thanks.”

I licked across the head of his dick, working my tongue into the slit and mining for precum. Luke squirmed a bit. I then took his dick in my mouth and worked back down till it was buried in my throat. I worked my muscles to milk it.

“That feels so good,” he moaned.

I just smiled to myself. I kept working on his cock till his moans and squirming signaled his impending orgasm. I stopped.

“Aw, fuck man…”

“Hehehehe, you didn’t think we were gonna finish that fast, did ya?”

“Well, I was about to blow…”

I grabbed his legs at the knees and pushed them to his chest. With his hole exposed, I pushed my goatee between his cheeks, worked in and started tonguing his hole.

“That’s it, Dad! Eat me!”

I followed his order to the letter, letting my tongue and lips work their way into his hole. It was all that college-boy musk, and I was having fun. I let go of his legs but noticed that they didn’t move. My hands now free, I put a finger on either side of his hole, pulling it open more so my tongue could push in deeper. I hawked up a bit of spit and aimed into his hole.

“Oh, fuck. Dad get my hole ready. You so need to fuck ME!” He moaned. His tone was a bit out of character for the young man I’d gotten to know. But I wasn’t going to argue.

I scooted up on the bed and looked down at him below me. I put the head of my dick against his hole. As I pressed in, I leaned further down and pressed my lips to his.

His arms wrapped around me, pulling me into the kiss, pulling me into his ass. As the kiss continued, my dick bottomed out in his hole. I stayed there, enjoying the feelings; hell, I was loving the feelings. With Rob and now with Luke, there was a passion that I had not realized had been missing for so long.

“Fuck me,” Luke whispered as he broke the kiss. He loosened his grip on me and I pulled back. My cock was barely in his hole, I held still a moment, and a whimper escaped his lips. I pushed my cock back into his hole in a strong, steady stroke. “Please!”

I pulled back some and pushed in. I started fucking him with long strokes. My cock rubbed against his prostate as I built up steam. Fucking in and out, I kept changing my angle, hitting his love nut as much as I could.

“I’m gonna…” he yelled as his cock started spraying cum.

“Fuck!” I let out, as I watched him coat his abs, his chest, his face, the pillow, hell he hit the headboard! His ass started spasming around my cock. “FUCK!” I bellowed as I blasted deep into him.

I leaned over again and started kissing him as we came down from our orgasm. He wrapped his arms around me again and I collapsed onto his body. His cum on his chest glued us together. I stayed there, caught up in the moment, until my dick deflated enough to slip out of his hole.

We snuggled for a short time before he spoke. “We should get cleaned up. I need to get back to school.”

“You can stay the night if you want, but I understand your concerns.”

“I don’t want my roommate thinking I’m a slut. You know, doing the walk of shame into the room tomorrow morning.”

“Understood. I’m thinking you should shower before I take you back.”

“Yeah! I’m sure I stink of sex.”

“I’d say you smell fucking good!”

He slapped me lightly for that. I led him into the master bath and turned on the shower.

“Gonna scrub my back?”

“That’s an offer I can’t refuse!” I laughed.

We climbed in and spent a long time washing each other. It amazed me how much energy Luke brought to everything.

Dressed and ready to go, he put his arms around my neck and pulled me down into a kiss. “Thanks for a great night,” he said as he ended it.

We climbed into my truck, and I drove him over to the campus, dropping him off in front of his dorm.

*******

Thursday afternoon, I noticed my phone vibrating. Since I was just reviewing documentation, I decided to grab it and see what was up. The display showed it was Luke.

“Hey, handsome. How are you?”

“Good. I was wanting to see if you were free tonight.”

“I’ve got plans with some friends tonight.”

“Oh,” his voice sounded dejected.

“Are you free Saturday night?”

“Yeah! Sure! That works,” Mr. Perky reappeared.

“Great. What time?”

“How about I pick you up at six?”

“Sounds good,” I said. “See you then.”

As usual, I met the guys for karaoke. It was a cold and rainy night, so the place wasn’t too full. There were only six of us at our table, so we were able to have a good group conversation.

“What did you pick,” Chris asked as I sat back down.

“Moonlight Dancing by Bette Midler,” I explained.

“Love that song,” Stephen said. “We used to do the Texas cha-cha to it when we went two-stepping.”

I admitted, “I didn’t know you danced.”

“Chris and I met two-stepping and went every chance we could until the bar closed down.”

“I don’t remember you ever discussing it with you or hearing you talk about it.”

“Around James, never. Country music and dancing were not on the approved list. You’re a different person now. Well, you are, and you aren’t.”

“Huh?”

“Oh, you’re the same honest, caring, and intelligent guy, but it seems like a new you. Maybe the real you came out since you left James.”

“The James veneer is gone,” I said.

“My turn to say, huh?”

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I hid so much of myself to make James happy. It was like I put a veneer on myself every day.”

“Got it.”

“How’s life been treating you of late?” Chris asked.

“Not too bad.”

“Dating?”

“I’ve had a few. Some good and some horrible.”

“Heard anything from your boy-toy?” Stephen asked.

“He wasn’t…”

Before I could get a full head of steam up, he had his hands up.

“I was just teasing. He was a nice guy, and if I didn’t have Chris, I might have been a bit jealous!”

“Got a few emails at first, but they’ve dwindled down. We both know it’s better to cut things off. We both could have gotten attached; it just wasn’t in the cards.”

Before the conversation could go any farther, George got the show started.

*******

The doorbell rang a few minutes before six on Saturday. I opened it to find Luke standing there all handsome in a pair of snug jeans, a form-fitting polo shirt, loafers, and a nice coat.

“Hey, what’s on the agenda?” I asked.

“I thought burgers and a movie.”

“Fair enough.”

We walked out to his car, and he drove us over to a local burger joint.

“How’s the first week of school been?” I asked as we waited for our food.

“Not too bad. Most of my classes are the second in the series, so we dove right into the subject.”

“You mean like Calc II versus Calc I?”

“Yeah.”

He went on to discuss his course work and then asked about my week. I gave him the highlights of my work.

“What movie are we seeing?” I asked.

“I figured we’d pick something when we got to the theater.”

“Sounds good.”

Our food was delivered and eaten; he drove us to the theatre. We picked a flick and found seats. Once the lights went down, his hand found mine. Ah, the true movie date, I thought, without the necking. Luke drove us back to my house and got out of the car as we arrived. I took it as a good sign.

Inside, I took his coat and then led him into the den. I sat down and he moved to straddle my lap, his ass on my knees. He leaned in and started a very deep kiss as his hands worked their way around my neck. I broke the kiss and started nibbling at his neck.

“No hickey, dude,” he warned.

“Okay.” I tried to stifle a laugh.

I got down to the collar of his shirt and decided it needed to come off. I reached down and started tugging. He moved his arms a bit, and it was gone quickly.

“Yours too, man.”

Now this was awkward. I leaned forward a bit, trying to maintain balance as he tugged my shirt off.

“Much better,” he said.

I had to agree. The heat from his skin felt great as he leaned in again. I let my hands roam over his back while we kissed once more.

This time, he broke the kiss. “Fuck it,” he exclaimed. He stood and toed his shoes off. Then he shucked his pants and underwear off. “Strip man!” he urged.

I lifted, unbuckled my belt, and pulled my pants and underwear down. He grabbed my boots, pulled them off, and finished removing my clothes.

Both naked, he climbed back on me. His hard dick was resting against his abs. My dick hardened quickly and was trapped under him. He went back to kissing me for a short bit, then started working his way down my chest.

“Woah,” he exclaimed. “Your cock just thumped my ass hard!”

“Nibble on my tits more and it will do more than thump! My dick and tits are hard wired together,” I chuckled.

With that he moved a hand to one tit while his teeth, tongue and lips worked hard on the other. This in turned caused my dick to throb, thump and start spurting precum as it hit his cheeks.

“Now I know how to turn you on,” he said. He then moved on, licking his way down my stomach.

“Handsome, there are lots of ways you turn me on.”

He looked up at me and grinned. I’ll admit it. I melted a bit.

As he continued to work his way down, he scooted back just enough that my dick popped out from under his ass. It slapped my abs and splattered goo across them.

He leaned forward and licked me clean. “Yum,” he giggled. He moved back a little more and took my cock in his mouth.

I groaned a bit as his lips hit my pubic hairs. He shifted off of me, nudged my knees apart, and used his hands to propel himself forward.

“Take control, Coach.” He placed the head of my dick in his mouth and started moving down it.

I put my hands on the back of his head and started controlling his movements. This was different for me, and I was trying to get my mind to adjust.

I groaned as I moved his head up and down on my shaft. I looked and noticed that his right arm was moving pretty damn fast, jackin.

I held his head to my groin with my left hand and used my right to help me stand. He slid back a bit on his knees.

I placed both hands on his head and started fucking his face. His hand went back to his dick and was stroking.

“Hands behind your back!” I ordered.

He quickly complied. I pulled him off my dick for a moment.

“You’re making coach feel good, boy. Damn good!”

His lips would glide down my cock, tongue working the underside. I’d hold him there, forcing him to breathe through his nose. Then he’d clamp down as I pulled him back, more suction than any vacuum could make. Controlling the tempo, movements, almost every detail was getting me near the edge.

“You want Coach’s load down your throat boy?”

“Mmmm hmmm.”

“Gonna be better at practice tomorrow, boy?

“Mmmm hmmm.”

“Make coach proud, boy?”

“Mmmm hmmm.”

“Fuck!” I bellowed as my cock unleashed in his mouth. I held him down on it as I shot. He was working the cum out of me.

“Errghh…” was his muffled yell as his body started to spasm. I felt his cum hit my legs as his cock evidently shot without being touched.

I let go of his head and collapsed back on the sectional. “Damn!”

“Fuckin’ hot, Coach,” he grinned at me.

Luke climbed back on top of me, his cock still dripping creamy goo. I reached down, cleaned the tip a bit, and licked my fingers.

“Tasty!”

He leaned in and kissed me. The kiss had hints of my cum.

“That was amazing,” I admitted.

He beamed at me. I pulled him back into a kiss.

“Wanna clean up?”

“Yeah, downstairs!”

I led him down to the gym showers and grabbed fresh towels while he got the water going.

I pumped the shampoo dispenser and started lathering his head. I put my fingers into hit giving him a good scalp massage. As I got down to his neck, I switched to soap, doing a combination cleaning and massaging. He rinsed off and then scrubbed me down.

“Next time, we need to do that down here,” he said as he was toweling off.

“Sounds good. Sounds fun!”

His smile was infectious. I leaned over and kissed him.

“Staying tonight?”

“Umm, I hadn’t really thought about it. You get up so early.”

“Roll over, go back to sleep; it’s a Sunday morning. Coffee, a good book, you come out when you’re ready.”

“Hell, I’ll survive.”

I led him up to the den, and we collected our clothes. A few minutes later, he was snuggled up to me in bed. I lifted my head a bit and kissed the top of his head as it rested on my chest.

“Night, handsome.”

“Night.”

*******

‘Free Friday night?’ I typed.

I was waiting for the METRO an hour later when my phone chirped, ‘Sure.’

‘Do you bowl?’

‘Badly’

‘Like Thai food?’

‘Yeah’

‘Pick you up at 6:30?’

‘Works’

‘See you then’

I put my phone back in my messenger bag as the train pulled up. A few stations later, I got out and walked through the neighborhood towards the club.

“Something to drink?” the waiter asked as I sat down at our usual table.

“Rum and diet Coke, please; also, a couple menus.”

A few moments later, he dropped off the menus. “How many setups will you need?”

“There are going to be four of us for dinner tonight.”

“Super.”

He moved off again and returned shortly after setting the table for dinner.

“Hey, Coulter!” Chris said as he walked up.

“Hey! What’s up with Stephen tonight?”

“Some work thingy. They’re always doing something to keep employees late.”

“A good work thing then?”

“Well, to me, no. I call them fake social events. Trying to get the employees to socialize and be friends occasionally is okay. Stephen’s company takes it to the next level with events all the time, it’s frowned upon if you miss them. It’s like the job is supposed to be his life. Wouldn’t be so bad if they included the employee’s other half.”

“That sucks.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Gentlemen, and I use that term loosely!” Darryl said as he joined us.

“At least I’m a loose gentleman!” Chris quipped back.

“Touché! How are you both tonight?”

“Good,” Chris responded.

I replied, “doing good.”

“How’s tricks? Or dating?” Darryl asked.

“Eh, slow and steady, I guess. Some ups and some downs. Going for Thai and then bowling tomorrow night.”

“Bowling for a date?” Chris’ voice sounded incredulous.

“Yes, dinner and an activity. You know, a real date. I’m not doing the Grindr hookup thing. I want something more.”

“He’s the stable one of the group,” Darryl teased. “At least of the single guys.”

“Evening all,” Phil said as he joined us.

We all greeted him.

“So, this date; tell us about him,” Darryl said.

“Smart, cute, fun, nice.”

“Big dick?” Phil asked.

“Cuddly.”

“Big dick?” Phil asked.

“He’s a sweet guy.”

“This isn’t a first date then?” Darryl asked.

“No, we’ve had a couple.”

“Getting serious?” Chris asked.

“Nope. Just enjoying dating. I’ve gone out with others. Remember, guys, ten years, failed relationship, rebound relationship. It’s time to just see what’s out there.”

Before I could continue, the waiter walked up.

“Sorry for the delay. Let me get your drink orders, gentlemen, then I’ll come back and get your dinner orders.”

We all dug into the menu for a bit.

“What are you planning to sing tonight?” I asked Chris.

“Not sure. You know me, it’s always for fun. I don’t have a voice like yours.”

“Fun’s what it’s all about, regardless of voice quality.”

“What about you?”

“I was thinking Bottoms Up.”

“Brantley Gilbert?” Phil said.

“Yup.”

“Oh, I could do Free Me,” Chris announced.

“Who did that?” Darryl asked.

“Emma Bunton,” I said.

We talked a bit about the Spice Girls before our food showed up. As we were finishing up eating, the rest of the gang arrived and our night continued.

*******

“Hey, handsome,” I said as Luke climbed into the truck. I noticed he had a small duffle bag with him.

“Hey! So, which Thai place are you taking us to?”

“One over at the shopping center. It’s my favorite in this area. Then we’ll drive out to the bowling alley.”

“Cool, cool.”

We got to the restaurant and placed our order.

“So, how’s school going?”

“System Analysis and Design is going pretty well. It seems to flow out of the pre-reqs well. Security Fundamentals is a beast.”

“It is a broad topic, so you can’t spend too much time on any one area in a single semester.”

“I got the CIA stuff down, but we got into nonrepudiation and access control and I’m getting lost.”

“When you said CIA, at first, I was thinking Central Intelligence Agency. My mind didn’t go to confidentiality, integrity, and availability. Those are the core of any system design. What’s wrong with nonrepudiation and access control?”

We got into a great discussion on each topic and continued it through dinner.

“You could teach this stuff.”

“Naw, there are folks with more in-depth knowledge of the topics. I think of myself more as a good generalist. I could be a tutor.”

“I sure know who to call if I have questions.”

“Offered that before, ready to go?”

“Yeah. Are you set on bowling?”

“Not really, just thought it be fun way to spend time together. What do you have in mind?”

“Umm… I was thinking we could go to your gym for a… umm… workout.”

“Coach and jock in the gym?”

“Yessir.”

“Deal!”

Back at the house, I started to head for the basement door.

“Umm…”

“Yes?”

“Would you mind changing into those umm… shorts and an…”

“You want me to dress more like a coach.”

“Yessir.”

“What about you?”

Instead of responding, he lifted his duffle bag.

I went into my bedroom to change. Instead of following me, Luke slipped into the hall bath. I quickly changed into a jock, a pair of green shorts with a yellow Mason polo. I grabbed my Mason baseball hat to top the outfit off.

I stepped out into the hallway and was quickly joined by Luke. He was dressed in what I assumed was his high school lacrosse uniform. From the way his shirt bulged, he had developed a bit more since graduating.

“Follow me,” I said, in my best stern coach voice.

“Yessir.”

I led Luke down to the locker room. My mind was running fast trying to think of how this could play out. I remembered the session with Rob, no push that out, how to have fun with Luke. My mind was still swirling around when we got to the gym.

“Son, that wasn’t your best performance today, now was it?”

“Umm… no coach, I’m sorry.”

“Were you focused on the game?”

“Umm… no coach, I’m sorry.”

“Have you been keeping up with your workouts, son?”

“No coach, I’m sorry.”

“That’s a lot of sorry, boy. Time to have the coach supervise your workout, son. On the treadmill.”

Luke gave me a weird look.

“I said on the treadmill, boy! Now!”

He moved quickly to comply. I went over and set up a program. The tread started to tilt up as it also started moving faster and faster.

“Holy…” was all Luke got out.

He was running at full speed with the unit tilted about thirty degrees. His legs were going to get quite a work out. He didn’t have time to think or react based on the program, it was run or fall off.

Three minutes later, the system slowed, and the tread lowered.

“Coach!” he said with a lot of panting.

“Not bad, son. No, shirt off boy.”

“Yessir.”

He stripped down some.

“Leg press, boy. Now!”

“Yessir.”

I didn’t put a particularly heavy weight on the bar and got him started. I put him through a short workout, moving from station to station.

“From now on, son; you’re going to work out under Coach’s supervision. I want you to focus, boy! Understand me?” I barked.

“Yessir!”

“Last station, son. On the bench.”

“Yes, Coach.”

I positioned the bar and weights, moving to spot him. My cock was firming up in my jock, making the shorts bulge.

“Focus!”

“Yessir”

As he started his set, I focused on the scene, Coach’s bulging crotch sticking out over his face. I moved to ensure his view was filled.

“Focus, son!”

“Yessir.”

“Two more!”

“Yessir.”

He finished the set and racked the weights.

I moved forward a bit and spread my legs, putting my cock about an inch above his eyes.

“Are you focused, son?”

“Yessir.”

“Ready to give your best performance?”

“Yessir.”

I lowered my crotch a bit.

“Focused on the win?”

“Yessir.”

“You understand the rewards of a great effort for the team?”

“Yessir.” With that, his mouth started rubbing the crotch of my shorts.

Luke’s licking and sucking quickly had my cock swollen in my jock. He reached up and pulled down the zipper. He was able to pull my pouch out. He went back to licking and sucking the flavor out of my well-worn jock. After some more attention, he went to remove my cock from the pouch.

“Not yet, son.”

He let out a little whimper and went back to licking and sucking the pouch.

“Okay, son. Up!”

I pulled back and let him stand.

“Shorts off.”

“Yessir.”

“Back on here, son.”

I guided him back onto the bench but had him lie backwards with his head just hanging off the end of the bench. I put my crotch back over his face and he started sucking and licking.

“Go ahead, boy.”

He pulled my dick out and licked the tip a few times getting the precum that was oozing out. He wrapped his lips around it, and I started sliding it into his throat.

“Fucking perfect, son. Coach is proud of you,” I said as I bottomed out.

With his head hanging slightly off the bench, Luke’s throat opened well, letting my dick slide in and out easily. His throat worked the shaft when buried, and the head got attention when I pulled back.

Luke put his hands on my ass, letting him pull me in and control the pace. After a few minutes of this, I bent forward and grabbed his legs. Pushing his knees to his chest, I had access to his hole. I got my goatee between those cheeks and started working my tongue in and out.

Luke started groaning around my cock as I rimmed out his hole. I was working a lot of spit in deep as his throat lubed me up. I used my fingers on either side to spread him open a bit more, letting my tongue slip in deeper.

I pulled my dick out of this throat, eliciting a whimper from Luke. I lifted him, grabbed his legs, and spun him around on the bench. As I slid my dick into that wet hole, the look on Luke’s face was pure horny boy.

“Fuck yeah, Coach!” he yelped, as I bottomed out.

I bent my knees slightly and started driving my cock in to the hilt and then pulled it out till his ass popped. His ass was ready for this fuck, and I was doing my best to drive him nuts. I found his prostate and rubbed it with my cock. With each stroke from my cock, Luke’s dick leaked more precum on his abs.

I put my arms under his knees, letting me lift his ass off the bench. With my legs straightened, I was able to angle my dick down into his hole.

“That’s it, coach, pound my hole. Make me learn.”

“Fuck yeah, boy,” I growled.

“Oh, Coach!”

“Focus,” I said as I slammed into his ass. I accented each word with a thrust in. “Give… Your… Best… Performance!”

I buried my cock and shot as his ass spasmed. I shifted my eyes from Luke’s face to his dick which was spraying cum across his body, pads, and face.

I collapsed on the floor next to him as my dick softened and clipped out of this ass.

“That was awesome, coach.”

“We’re not done yet, boy. Time to hit the showers.”

*******

For my thirty-ninth birthday, the plans were simple, we’d celebrate a few days early at karaoke.

As the mid-point break came to an end; George got back on the stage.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have someone celebrating their birthday in our midst. Come up on stage, Coulter, so we can embarrass you fully.”

I looked at the guys at the table, stuck my tongue out at them, and then went up to the stage.

“So, what’s this?” George asked. “Twenty-one?”

“Actually, it’s thirty-nine.”

"And holding," he chuckled.

“No, that’s next year.”

That got the crowd laughing as well.

As I stood there, one of the staff came out with a cake, a single candle on top.

“Folks, let’s all sing Happy Birthday to Coulter,” George said.

The music started, and the folks did a great job with it. I blew out the candle, was handed the cake, and took it back to the table to share.

“Thanks guys! Who made the cake?”

“A bakery near my office,” Stephen said.

“Oh, I thought there might be a baker among us.”

That got a few laughs.

*******

“How old are you?” Luke asked as we ate dinner at my place, Saturday night.

“Thirty-eight, why do you ask?”

“There’s a lot about you I don’t really know. I figured I should ask.”

“Well, I turn thirty-nine tomorrow.”

“Wow! Big party planned?”

“Nope, my friends and I celebrated Thursday night.”

“You need to celebrate, dude!”

“My birthdays haven’t been very successful.”

“I will take you out!”

“Thanks, what else would you like to know?”

“Hmm… I don’t know where to begin.”

“Let me try.” I went on to give him a brief history of my life. At certain points, he’d ask for more details; at other points, he just followed along. “So that brings me up to now.”

“Wow! You’ve gone through a lot.”

“I am a good bit older than you,” I said.

“But by this point in your life, you'd lost a parent, gone through the agony of being outed, and would lose another parent in a few years.”

“True. It’s been an eventful life, with a few bad moments but many more good ones! What else would you like to know?”

“I don’t know what else to ask.”

“Tell me a bit about you.”

“Grew up in Virginia Beach. My mom’s a CPA and my dad does something with contracts for the Navy. We moved to a bigger house once while I was growing up. With five boys, I guess we needed more space. I have an older brother. We moved just before my youngest brother was born and a couple of years before my older brother was to start high school. I went to Ocean Lakes for high school and was on the lacrosse team for four years. I started as a defender during my freshman and sophomore years. I was a defender and subbed in for the goalie my junior year and was the starting goalie my senior year.”

“Are you playing lacrosse now?”

“Mason has a club that competes in Division II in a local conference. I decided I wanted to focus on school instead of playing. I thought about doing flag football, but I’m not big enough for…”

“It’s not tackle.”

“I know, but I was never that good at football.”

“Gotcha.”

“Why Mason?”

“I wanted to go to a school that no one else went to. I wanted to get away from everyone and become a new person.”

“Same reason I went to Mason. I remember that Rob said one of your friends followed you up here.”

“Yeah, he’s a year behind me.”

From his tone, I could tell this was not a subject he wanted to discuss.

“Ready for dessert?”

“What do you have?

“Let’s see, I made chocolate chip cookies today. I have some angel food cake and some fresh berries. I could make some whipped cream or put a little vanilla gelato on it.”

“How about a cookie.”

“Works.”

I picked up the plates, went into the kitchen, and got a cookie for each of us.

“These are good,” Luke said.

“Thanks. Movie?”

“Sure.”

We found one that we both thought would be good, cuddled up on the couch and watched.

“That was a lot slower than I expected,” I said as I shut off the TV.

“Yeah, it drug at the end. I think I dozed off,” Luke admitted.

“Me too. Bedtime?”

“Sure.”

He followed me down the hall. We took care of the necessities and climbed into bed. He gave me a good-night kiss, then turned and pushed his body back against mine. I wrapped my arm over him, pulling him in closer and feeling the warmth of his body. It didn’t take long till I was asleep.

I woke at my normal time with Luke snuggled against me. It only took a minute for my brain to turn on – a thirty-nine-year-old man snuggled with a twenty-year-old. It did the math, nineteen years. My logic centers were trying to make me feel bad. I pushed all the thoughts aside. Fuck it, I was enjoying this, and no one was getting harmed.

I didn't feel the need to go to the bathroom when I first woke, so I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. I woke a second time at about eight with Luke more intertwined than before. To an outside observer, we might have looked like a beast with two heads and eight limbs!

His face was buried in my chest, and I could feel the warmth of his exhalations. I moved my right arm and started gently playing with his thick, black hair.

“Morning,” he said, groggily.

“Morning, handsome.”

“Happy Birthday!”

“Thanks!”

“I don’t have the best voice,” he admitted.

I was puzzled about where he was going. He sang Happy Birthday to me. He sang in a baritone range but it sounded like he was singing falsetto.

“That was sweet,” I said, after he finished. “Thanks!”

He popped up and headed to the bathroom. I followed at a more leisurely pace. After taking care of his needs, he grabbed my hand and led me back to the bed.

“On your back, Birthday Boy!”

I snickered at the thought of him calling me a boy.

He straddled me and started rubbing my chest. His fingers paid attention to my tits and then he leaned forward, taking first one and then the other into his mouth. As always, my dick firmed up quickly.

While Luke’s mouth was busy, his hands were gently stroking where they could reach, shoulders, arms, etc.

After a bit, he shifted back and wrapped one hand around the base of my dick while the other took firm hold of my balls. His mouth moved to the tip, and he started sliding my cock into his throat.

“Fuck,” I groaned, as he hit bottom.

He spent a few minutes showing off his skill at swallowing my cock, then pulled off and took first one and then the other of my balls into his mouth and sucked.

He moved back to my cock, taking it firmly in his hand and working his tongue over the tip. By this point, I was starting to leak a lot.

“Tasty,” he said with a smile.

Again, he worked his mouth down the shaft, wrapped his tongue around it and otherwise showed his deep throating skills. My dick was rock hard and leaking quite a bit.

He spent a lot of time on my cock, his tongue, lips, and throat, trying hard to coax a load out of it.

“Can I do something?” I asked.

“Nope. This is all about you.”

With that, I lay there and enjoyed it. It took about five minutes till I was blasting a load into his throat.

“Tasty!” he said.

He crawled up and kissed me, letting me taste a bit of my spooge.

“What about you?” I asked.

“Tonight!”

“Umm… okay…”

“Let’s get some breakfast!” he said, climbing out of bed.

I got up, following him into the kitchen. I made some breakfast sandwiches and we ate quickly.

“I’ve got homework and a bit of research to get done. I should get cleaned up and get back to school. How about I come back at five to take you to dinner!”

“You really don’t have to.”

“I want to,” he explained. “You deserve it!”

“Thanks!”

*******

As promised, Luke arrived promptly at five. He looked smart in dark blue slacks, a French-blue button-down shirt, a brown and blue tie, and a brown V-neck sweater.

“Semi-brogue, nice!” I said.

“What?”

“Your shoes” I explained. “They are a brown blucher with a semi-brogue pattern.”

“Again, I say, what?”

“I’ll explain over dinner.”

“Cool. You look handsome,” he said.

“Thanks.”

“So, what about your shoes?”

“Boots actually. Nacogdoches teju lizard in black by Tony Lama.”

“Sharp.”

“Where are we headed?”

“I found a French restaurant in Vienna that looked nice. We have reservations for six.”

“Wonderful, this is very sweet of you.”

With that I leaned forward and kissed him.

After we ended the kiss, he looked at me. “You keep that up, and we won’t have dinner!”

“I’ll behave. At least until after dinner.”

Luke led me to his car, even coming around and opening the door for me.

“About my shoes?” he asked as we drove up Ox Road.

“There are two types of lace-up dress shoes: Oxford, which is also known as Balmoral, and Blucher, which is also known as Derby. The differences come down to the vamp and the eyelets.”

“I know what eyelets are,” Luke said.

“The vamp is where the eyelets are located. Then there’s the toe. You should wear plain toe shoes for a more formal look. The more brogue you add to the shoe, the less formal it gets. There’s a quarter brogue where there’s just a line across the toe. Semi-brogue, like yours, where the toe cap is perforated. And finally, there’s full-brogue or wingtip. If you’re going to a formal event, plain-toe, Oxford. For something like tonight, bust out the brogue!”

“Okay, so how the fuck do you know all this?”

“While I was in college, I worked for a high-end shoe store. We were trained to help guys pick out the right shoe for the event or at least the type of events they might attend.”

“Wow!”

“Did you buy those or your folks?”

“I picked them out, but Dad paid for them.”

“You have good taste.”

“Thanks!”

We got to the restaurant a bit early. It was in a small strip shopping center, and Luke frowned as we got out of the car. Once we walked in, I knew he’d made a good choice.

“Wow,” he said quietly. “Really nice compared to…”

“Yeah, the outside might mislead you.”

We were greeted and seated quickly.

“I understand there’s a birthday tonight,” the waiter said.

“His,” Luke answered.

“Happy Birthday. Something to drink?”

“Since I’m not driving, how about a glass of house red,” I said.

“And for you?”

“Do you have soda?” Luke asked.

“Coca-Cola products.”

“Coke please.”

We started looking at the menu, and the prices concerned me. I looked up at Luke and he was looking back at me.

“I checked the prices online. Don’t worry about it, I have cash.”

“It’s just a lot.”

“I want you to have a happy birthday,” he said.

“Thanks!”

The waiter returned with our drinks. “Appetizers, gentlemen?”

“We haven’t made any decisions yet,” I replied.

“I’ll give you a few more minutes.” With that, he headed to another table.

“What were you thinking?” I asked.

“Le Chateaubriand Pour Deux,” Luke said. “That sounds yummy.”

“I’ve never had it, but it’s supposed to be amazing.”

“Let’s get it.”

I gave Luke my best concerned look.

“Stop it!” he said.

“Okay.”

The waiter reappeared and Luke ordered. I pushed back my concerns about how much he was spending. Throughout dinner, we had quiet conversation about me turning thirty-nine, the week ahead for both of us, and other topics.

“Dessert for either of you, Gentlemen?” the waiter asked.

“What do you have?” I asked.

“Flourless chocolate cake, limoncello cake, lemon madeleines, or crème brûlée cheesecake with a sour cherry compote.”

“I’m a sucker for chocolate, but that cheesecake sounds wonderful!”

“And for you?”

“I’ll have the flourless chocolate cake,” Luke said.

The waiter returned a few minutes later with our desserts. My cheesecake had a single candle in it.

“Happy birthday,” he said.

“Thanks!”

*******

I woke up Monday morning with Luke curled up next to me. We’d both been full when we got home from my birthday dinner. We chose to have slow, quiet, and quite passionate sex. It was amazing evening.

I climbed out of bed and padded into the bathroom. After a pitstop, I went into the kitchen for coffee. I was just finishing my first cup when Luke appeared.

“Coffee,” he groaned. He poured himself a mug and sat across from me. “This is good.”

“Hazelnut.”

“Cool. Why don’t you get one of those pod things?”

“Several reasons,” I started. “I can control how much coffee I use to get the strength I want better with the French press. I typically make the standard press, which is enough for me. I’m using the larger press today since you’re here. I use the grounds in my compost pile. Finally, I find the little pods an environmentally wasteful thing. I guess now you can get a reusable one, but I have my presses and I’m set in my ways.”

He nodded his head.

“Busy week?” he asked.

“Not really, work, housework, karaoke. That’s about it. You?”

“It’s too early in the semester for things to be hectic. Professors seem to like to build workloads instead of spreading them out over the entire semester. Are you free Wednesday?”

“Sure. Why don’t you come over around six unless you’d like to work out with me?”

“I’ll text you Wednesday to let you know which works out based on classes, work, and homework.”

“Sounds good.”

*******

“Anything fun this week?” Darryl asked as I sat down at the table.

“Date on my actual birthday, which was nice. A date Wednesday night was also very nice. What about you?”

“Nothing truly fun,” he admitted. “New project at work. I cleaned my place. You know all the fun. Were either of your dates with someone interesting.”

“He’s both interesting and fun to be with, but I don’t see it going very far. Just enjoying the time together.”

“Sounds interesting.”

“Evening guys,” Chris said as he and Stephen got to the table.

“Gentlemen,” Darryl said.

I said, “Hi guys. How goes?”

“Pretty good!” Stephen responded. “We leave on vacation tomorrow night!”

“And you’re not home packing?” Darryl answered.

“Pretty much done,” Chris explained. “A few little things to go into the carry-on bags tomorrow afternoon, and we’re set.”

“I know it’s a British Isles cruise, but where are you stopping?” I asked.

“Start in Southampton, then Cork, Holyhead in Wales, Belfast, Glasgow, the Shetland Islands, the Orkney Islands, Invergordon, Edinburgh, Dover, Portland and back to Southampton,” Stephen explained.

“In a week?” Darryl asked.

“Two weeks,” Chris explained.

“I’d be sooooooo sick,” I said.

“You don’t really feel the motion on the cruise ships,” Stephen said.

“I do… it’s the one mode of transportation I avoid like the plague. The second year we were married, James convinced me to go on a three-day cruise in the Caribbean. I got sick after the first twelve hours, and it was a day or two after we got home before I felt better.”

“Yikes.”

“There are meds,” Chris said.

“They help when I fly. They help me when I’m a passenger on a long drive. They didn’t work on a ship; I think since you have too much cumulative motion.”

“Gotcha,” Chris replied.

“Sign up time,” George announced over the speakers.

“Excuse me,” I said. I got up and joined the line to select my song for the night.

*******

‘Free tonight? Tomorrow night?’

I read Luke’s text as I ate my lunch.

‘Either, both’ I replied.

‘What time?’

‘Home a little before 5’

‘Cool. Workout?’

‘Sure. See you then!’

And with that, I had the start of my weekend planned.

*******

“Trains delayed,” a woman said into her phone as I walked up to the platform.

I hoped it wouldn’t be too late as I stood there waiting. At the expected arrival time, the PA announced the train was ten minutes behind schedule. I thought about it, I’d be at Burke Center at about a quarter to five, and home at about five.

‘Train delay. Home right around five.’

‘Got it’ came Luke’s response.

Luke was standing next to his car when I pulled into the drive.

“Hey handsome, how goes?” I asked. I grabbed my bag out of the back seat and Luke joined me walking to the house.

Once I closed the door behind us, I was pushed to the wall and kissed hard!

“Good to see you too,” I laughed, after he released me.

“Grab your gear and let’s head downstairs!”

“My stuff’s in the locker,” I admitted.

“Come on,” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the basement door.

Once downstairs, we started stripping and changing for our work out. I was a bit confused by his rush to work out. As I tied me shoes, he started his stretching. Okay not straight to sex. I started my warmup and stretches and then started on my leg routine.

As I completed a set, I noticed that Luke was laying on the bench with a good bit of weight on the barbell. I also noted his bulge was getting bigger.

“Need a spot?” I asked.

“Yeah, Daddy.”

I walked over and got into position. He did his first set of ten reps and then racked the weight. I stood there looking down, noticing that his dick was starting to peak out between the band of his jock and his t-shirt. He started his second set and I realized watching him was getting me hard in my jock. He finished the set and again racked the weight. His head lifted off the bench a bit, and his mouth cupped my balls.

“Smells good,” he said. He put his head back on the bench and started his third set.

After he racked his weights, he simply stood up and moved to the next station.

“Tease,” I said with a laugh.

“My plan is to have you so worked up that my ass is going to feel this fuck for days!”

Throughout the next hour, Luke teased and tormented me. He used poses, looks, and rubs of his body against mine to keep me aroused without it getting completely in the way of the workout.

“Done,” he exclaimed.

“Get your ass over here,” I said, standing next to the bench.

“Yes, Daddy.”

When he got in reach, I grabbed his shirt and pulled it off quickly. I also stripped his shorts off with equal speed. With him only in his jock, I pushed him down on the bench, straddling his body. I lifted his left arm and worked my tongue into his pit – musky, sweaty, and all Luke. I licked and ran my tongue over his chest, nips, neck, and pits. I could feel his dick straining in his jock under me.

I pulled my shirt off, stood up, removed my shoes, shorts, and jock, and repositioned myself straddling him.

I put my cock against his lips, he opened wide, and I quickly slid into the base. I put my hands on the barbell and did a leaning push-up, fucking his throat. I had him pinned and was really working in and out trying to push his ability a bit. I thought I was going a bit far until I felt his hands on my ass pulling me in deeper.

I was feeling the first throngs of an orgasm, so I pulled out.

“Damn! Daddy! That was good!”

“More to come, boy.”

I slipped back and pushed his legs up, exposing his jock framed hole. I got down on my knees, spread his cheeks and started eating his hole. His sweaty, musk tasted good as I lapped around his hole. I worked a finger in on each side to open him a bit as I worked more and more spit in.

“My hole,” I growled.

“Fuck yeah!”

I stood, put my spit lubed dick against his hole and shoved in.

“Oh, FUCK!” Luke groaned.

I buried myself in him quickly and stopped for a moment to check his state. We hadn’t discussed that he’d wanted it rough, but…

“That’s it, Daddy, pound my hole!”

I pulled out, and then slammed back in.

“Ooof…” he let out as I hit bottom again.

I did a series of punch fucks in his hole before switching to more of a long in-and-out stroke.

“Damn, that’s it! Work my ass!”

I took him at his word. I varied the pace, the length of stroke and the angle to keep him going. I worked my dick against his love nut. As I rubbed it more, his groans became higher pitched.

“Oh, FUCK!” is all he got out as his splattered cum across his abs, chest, and the underside of his chin. His ass clenched as he shot, and that trigged my release into his hole. I shoved in deep as I shot and shuddered.

As I finished, I collapsed forward and found his mouth. We exchanged a few deep kisses and then, lifting a bit started licking the cum from his neck. I let my tongue work along his check and kept moving, making sure all the sticky goo was cleaned off.

“Shower?” I asked, after finishing the clean-up.”

“Do I need one? That was quite the tongue bath.”

“I think we both need one.”

I helped Luke up and he followed me into the shower. While we were under the spray, I turned to him and said, “What made you think of this?”

“Fantasy and porn, dude, now reality!”

“Works for me.”

We finished our clean-up and then he followed me to the kitchen to start on dinner.

*******

Monday on the train, I was fiddling with my phone when I noticed I had a notification on the dating app. I opened it to find a message from someone new.

‘Looking for a no-pressure date. Want to get to know someone before anything really happens,’ his message read.

‘Always nice to get to know someone and not have any pressure,’ I replied. ‘Let me know when a good time to do dinner would be.’

Before I could exit the app, I got a response.

‘How about Tuesday night? I get home from work around six so something at seven?’

‘Tuesday night would be great. Have someplace in mind to meet?’

‘I know a little vegetarian place over by Lowes on 29.’

‘I know where you mean. Will see you at seven on Tuesday.’

And with that, I had a date with Adam.

I went into work a bit earlier on Tuesday, got one of the earlier trains home, and had enough time for a good workout. I got a shower, then spent a few minutes deciding what to wear. I chose charcoal grey slacks, a lime green dress shirt and a black V-neck sweater with my black cowboy boots. I felt I looked sharp.

I drove over to the shopping center, found parking, and realized I was about twenty minutes early. I walked down the strip to Lowes and looked at what they were starting to put out for the outdoors. None of the furniture they had on display fit the mid-century look I wanted.

I glanced at my phone and realized I’d killed all the time. As I walked into the restaurant, I recognized Adam from his picture.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Great to meet you, Coulter. Have you eaten here before?”

“I have not. I’m looking forward to it. I love Indian food, so a new place closer to my house would be great. My favorite spot is over in Annandale.”

“Do you want to share or keep it separate?”

“Thanks for asking. I’m diabetic, so I watch how many carbs I eat. As long as the order isn’t overly carb’d, I’m good with sharing.”

“We can make that work.”

We talked about the menu a bit, I felt like I was prepared since I’d read it online.

“What will it be?” the waiter asked.

“Paneer Tikka and Medhu Vada for appetizers,” Adam said. “We wanted to do the Dal Makhani and one more thing.”

He paused and looked at me.

“Would you recommend the Palak Paneer or the Paneer Butter Masala?” I asked.

“Both are good, but I prefer the Butter Masala.”

“Fair, let’s try that,” I agreed.

The waiter walked off with our order.

“Thanks for inviting me to dinner.”

“Welcome, it’s nice of you to join me,” he said. “Tell me a bit about yourself.”

“I recently turned thirty-nine. I’m a divorcee, found him cheating on me. I work in IT and really like my job.”

“Divorced, damn. Cheating on you, wow.”

“It wasn’t the best time of my life. I’ve moved forward and gotten my life in order.”

“Been dating much?”

“I had a rebound relationship that lasted six months. He moved to California, and we knew that was happening from the start. That made things easier. I’ve been on a few other dates since then, some good, some not so good. What about you?”

“I’m forty. I moved to the area from Nebraska for work about six months ago. A few longer dating relationships, but nothing that went far. I work for the Department of Agriculture in DC.”

“Cool. How do you like the area?”

As I asked that, our appetizers arrived. The pace of conversation slowed a bit. We spent the time getting to know each other.

“I really enjoyed myself,” I said as we finished up.

“I did too. Call me and let’s set up a second date,” he said. He looked around, saw no one, and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.

“Will do.”

*******

I was sitting at my desk working through some things when I got a text from Luke asking if I was free Friday evening. I let him know I was.

I got to the club a bit early and grabbed a chair at our table. I said hi to a few of the staff as they walked by and got my drink ordered. About ten minutes later, Chris and Stephen arrived.

“How’s tricks?” Stephen asked.

“Life’s good.”

“Any great dates?” Chris asked.

“A few,” I confessed. “Had a first date on Tuesday with a guy that moved here from Nebraska.”

“A country boy,” Stephen said.

“Well, not really, he’s from Omaha.”

“All of Nebraska is country to me,” Stephen admitted.

“A city of over four hundred thousand isn’t much of the country to a guy that grew up on a farm then moved into a town of about seven thousand.”

“It’s all about your perspective,” Stephen said. “I grew up in Brooklyn.”

“Fair.”

“Gentlemen, how are things going?” I heard Phil’s ask from behind me.

With Phil’s arrival, the conversation shifted and continued to shift as more folks arrived. Soon after that, George got the evening started.

“Folks, I have to say our next singer keeps things interesting. Tonight, he’s got a song lined up that I’d never heard before. I pulled up the lyrics and I think y’all will enjoy it. Here’s Coulter covering Jake Owen’s Down to the Honky Tonk.”

I got to the stage and George got the music going.

When I sat down, Darryl leaned over.

“Now that was something different.”

“I thought it was., seemed to get the place laughin’ a bit.”

Before he could continue, the next person started their song.

*******

Friday afternoon, I set up a date with Adam for Monday. It felt kind of funny setting up a date with one guy, Adam, before I had a date with another guy, Luke. In my mind, I knew things weren’t going far with Luke, and I wanted to find someone serious to date.

I got home at my regular time, got dinner started, changed, and went downstairs for my workout. It was a light-legs day, so I cranked the music and hit the elliptical machine to warm up. I followed up with squats, calf raises, lunges, side-to-side lunges, and wall-sits. I did the squats and both lunges with small weights. Feeling good, I grabbed a shower and got dressed for my date.

I was in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on dinner when the doorbell rang.

"Hey, handsome," I said as I leaned in for a kiss.

He walked in, and I took his jacket.

I turned from the closet to find him standing right in front of me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into another kiss.

“Hey,” he said to me as the kiss ended. “Something smells good.”

“It’s dump and pour pork loin, taco rice, and green beans.”

“What and what?”

“Dump and pour pork loin. I sear a pork loin in a hot cast iron skillet with a little butter. Once the outside has a nice brown to it, I pour in some peach-pepper salsa and bake until the meat is done. For the taco rice, you sauté peppers and onions in butter in the pot, add your rice and stir a bit, then the water, then a packet of taco seasoning.”

“Wow, sounds good.”

“I’ve never thought of myself as a great cook, but I’m trying to learn so I don’t eat out so much.”

“Smart man.”

“Thanks. How was your week at school?”

“It was okay, nothing demanding or special, really.

“That’s good.”

“What about your week?”

“Pretty much the same, nothing special at work. Hung out with some friends last night for karaoke.”

“You sing a lot, don’t you?”

“I do. I enjoy it. My mom was a musician, and it led to my being exposed to music growing up. She was a huge influence.”

“No career for you in music?”

“I’m not recording artist good, and no, I didn’t see myself following in her footsteps.”

“Makes sense.”

“Here, would you set these on the table?” I asked, motioning to the glasses of water I had out. “Do you want something else to drink?”

“Naw, I’ve had enough soda today.”

I plated the meal, carried it into the dining room, and sat down next to him.

“Thanks for making dinner.”

“Wasn’t hard. Hope you like it.”

He ate for a few moments.

“I do. It’s really good.”

“Thanks.”

We talked in a bit more detail about our weeks, nothing for the books. Then he helped me clean up.

“TV? Movie? Something else?” I asked.

He took my hand and led me to the basement door, down the stairs, and then stopped.

“So?”

“Strip, Daddy. I wanna have fun in there.”

“Works for me.”

“Leave your jock on!”

“I will if you will.”

“Deal.”

We both stripped and he grabbed my hand again, leading me into the playroom.

“Lay in this,” he said.

I climbed into the sling, put my legs up in the stirrups and waited. Luke got between the chains and started nibbling on my feet. He slowly licked and nibbled his way down my right leg until he got to my crotch. He moved back and started on the left leg, again halting when he got to my crotch.

My dick was plumped and pointing towards my belly button. Luke ignored it and pulled my left nut into his mouth. He sucked and licked on it for a bit then switched to the right. He put a good bit of attention on my balls before moving down and swiping his tongue across my ass.

Luke’s hands went to my ass cheeks, spreading them apart a bit to allow his tongue better access to his hole. He was a bit tentative at first, but his tongue hit the bullseye and he started rimming me good. It had been years since anyone had really eaten my ass. Hell, it had been a long time since anyone had done anything with my ass. James and Rob, both being bottoms, stayed far away from it.

After eating my hole for a while, Luke moved up, again avoiding my cock. He worked his way up my belly, stopping to nibble on my tits for a while before leaning in for a kiss. I wrapped my arms around him and held on, encouraging him to continue kissing me.

Eventually, he ended the kiss, I let go and he pushed my right arm up, working his tongue into my pit. He repeated this on the left side before working back down my chest. His path took him to my cock that was leaking precum. He licked it clean and then started running his tongue around the head. He started giving me the sloppiest, wettest blowjob; my cock was getting soaked!

Luke continued his attention to my dick; the suction was really getting me going. Suddenly, he stopped, took hold of the upper supports for the sling, and lifted himself up. He lowered himself down my spit-slicked dick.

“Fuck yeah!” I groaned.

Luke gave a big smile as his ass bottomed out.

“Fucking tight ass!” I said.

He started bouncing on my cock, his ass muscles working hard to milk me.

“Nut in my butt, Daddy,” Luke urged.

His arms were getting quite a workout lifting and lowering his body. He let out a little moan as I thrust up to meet his downward motion.

“I will, boy, I will. But I want to enjoy it for a while!”

After a good bit, I realized that his arms were getting tired.

“Too many pullups?”

“Yessir.”

“Lift off and let’s hit the bench!”

He climbed off my cock and walked over to the bench. With him in position, I walked up behind, bent forward a bit, and started eating his hole. I was used to getting into his ass before we fucked or eating it after. This was my first time getting to chow down mid-fuck. It was easy to get my tongue into his hole, like felching out my load, but without the creamy filling.

Having gotten his hole relubed with a fresh coating of spit, I slid my dick in deep.

“Aw, that’s it, Daddy! Fuck your boy’s hole.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I grabbed hold of his hips and started long-dickin’ his ass.

*******

I woke the next morning with Luke’s head on my chest, his left leg draped over mine. I knew he wasn’t a morning person, but my quiet time was limited by my bladder.

“Mrph…” he groaned as I worked my way out from under him.

I slipped into the bathroom and took care of things. I took the opportunity to freshen my mouth a bit as well.

“Morning,” he said with a grumble, as I climbed back into bed.

“Morning. We can curl up and let you get more sleep. I just had to pee before I flooded the bed.”

“Umm… thanks for not getting me wet.”

“Welcome.”

He snuggled back up to me, an arm over my chest, a leg over mine, and his head pushing up against me. It wasn’t long before I could tell he was asleep. I caved in to the inevitable, closed my eyes and drifted off.

The second time, he woke me up. He scrambled out of bed and ran for the bathroom. I debated staying in bed or getting up. Seeing that it was after nine, I decided it was time to get up.

“Morning,” he said as he washed his hands.

“Good morning, again.”

“Yeah, I think I remember being conscious earlier.”

“More like semi-conscious.”

“You sure it was even semi?”

I laughed.

“Breakfast?”

“That’d be great. Can I help?”

“Sure.”

In the kitchen, I pointed to the coffee maker. “Grab what you want, cream in the fridge, sugar in the bowl.” I pulled out a cast iron skillet, handed it to Luke, “Grab sausage or scrapple and slice it.” I grabbed the blender and started adding the ingredients for pancakes.

Pretty soon, we were enjoying our breakfast.

“What’s your game plan for today?”

“Don’t really have one. I have some homework, but nothing much. What about you?”

“Nothing planned. Light workout, laundry, maybe grocery shopping, you know, all the fun things in life. Or I could spend the day with this hot, young guy I know.”

*******

I looked at the clock as the meeting drug on.

“Barb, I get your point, but supporting that change will impact more than just one customer. The entire framework would have to be reworked.”

“I disagree.”

We’d been going round and round on this for the last thirty minutes. I looked at Lucinda, hoping she would stop this.

“It’s not a simple GUI change, it requires a change to the underlying framework in several places. If we do it, every customer is going to notice a change, or we’re going to spend a lot of hours reworking the GUI for everyone. I’m not saying it’s not a great idea, I just don’t see how we can do it this sprint.”

I gave a look at Lucinda again.

“Coulter’s right, Barb. We need to figure out a way to support the customer’s request in the short-term and the long-term.”

“But,” Barb’s voice was hovering towards whiney.

“It’s late and this meeting has run well over schedule. Let’s respect everyone’s time,” Lucinda cut Barb off. “You, Coulter and I can meet in the morning to figure out a two-phased approach.”

I gave Lucinda a huge smile.

“Anyone else,” Lucinda asked. “If not, we’ll adjourn for the day. To everyone on the phone, take care. To all of you in the room, have a safe commute home.”

I grabbed me stuff and hurried off to my desk. I packed my bag, lunch bag, and coat and ran for the door.

“Do you have a minute?” Lucinda asked.

“I’m gonna miss my train, but I can catch the next one.”

“We can talk tomorrow,” she admitted.

“Thanks!” I called out as I fled. That’s why I like my boss.

I got to the train station in time to watch it pull away. There went my time to work out, shower, and change. I sat on the platform and stewed a bit. With luck, there would be an Amtrak train I could catch in twenty minutes to get back. If not, I had to wait forty.

I decided not to work and grabbed the book I was reading from my bag. I’d gotten through the chapter when the train pulled up. I got a seat and the train started off. Twenty minutes later, we were at my stop.

As I started towards home, I discovered the roads were a mess. Living near the university, I’d learned that class start times, events at the arena, and the like could completely hose your commute. As I worked my way through traffic, I realized two things: I wasn’t going to be able to get home and I was going to be late.

‘I’m running fifteen minutes late,’ I sent to Adam.

‘Okay @bar’

Another twenty minutes in traffic and I made it to the wine bar and bistro I’d chosen for our second date.

“Sorry, I’m late.”

“No worries,” Adam said.

He didn’t seem quite the same, and I noticed several empty glasses in front of him. The host seated us at the table, and we started looking at the menu.

“What’s good?”

“The cheese plate and charcuterie plate are good appetizers. I like the shrimp and grits or the beef Burgundy for entrees.”

“I’m drinking red, so the beef sounds good.”

A moment later, the waitress arrived.

“The cheese plate, shrimp and grits hold the velouté and a diet Coke for me.”

“The charcuterie, beef Burgundy, and more of that great red,” Adam said.

“How was your weekend?” I asked.

“Eh, kinda crummy. The weather wasn’t too good, nothing on TV, just basically sucked.”

“Sorry to hear that. Good day at work?”

“Not really. The boss was on my ass from the time I arrived till I left.”

“That’s no fun…”

“Yeah, he was pissin’ and moanin’ that I’d missed a deadline.”

“Were you able to catch up?”

“Naw., fake deadline, never communicated to me.”

“That’s not fair.”

“It’s the way of the world with my boss.”

“What about you?”

“Great weekend. I got a lot done around the house on Sunday. Work was a bit much today, but nothing too bad.”

The waitress arrived with our drinks. Adam took the glass and had it empty in short order. His hand went up, and the waitress returned to fill it again. This time, at least, we got our appetizers.

“So, tell me about your work with the USDA.”

“I work for the Food Safety and Inspection Service. To get a promotion, you either wait for years in Nebraska or you move to DC for a couple of years, then move home.”

“At least you’re doing important work.”

“Eh, it’s really a crap job, collecting data, making reports, trying to develop new guidelines.

“How are the appetizers,” I asked.

“Eh, okay, I guess.”

He finished his wine and signaled the waitress for more. She showed up a few minutes later with a tray of food and a new glass.

“Enjoying the beef?” I asked.

“It’s okay. How are the grits?”

“I love them. I grew up on grits and it’s hard to get around here.”

“Can you make them yourself.”

“That’s not my specialty,” I admitted. “I should try to learn.”

His hand went up signaling the waitress.

“She’s not doing so well. I shouldn’t have to keep asking for a refill.”

She arrived quickly.

“Got anything better than this swill?”

“I thought you were enjoying this one,” she commented. “We do have others by the glass.”

“Something better.”

“Yes, Sir.”

She gave me a quick look.

“I’m good,” I said quietly.

By the time dinner was over, Adam had gone through at least eight glasses of wine.

“Anything for dessert?” the waitress asked.

“I think not,” I said. I handed her my credit card to get the process done quickly.

With the bill paid, I looked at Adam. “Ready to head out?”

“Yeah, I guess. Not like this place is…” He never really finished.

Adam wasn’t very stable as we walked out of the restaurant.

“Where’d you parked?” he asked.

“Would you like me to drive you home?”

“Naw. I’m okay.”

“I don’t think you are. How about a Lyft or Uber?”

“I got boober on my phone.”

He pulled it out, almost dropped it, but did manage to get it unlocked and requested a ride. I stood with him till the car picked him up.

“Thanks for getting him home safely,” I said.

The guy behind the wheel looked a bit irritated. I quickly handed him a twenty. “I’ll get him to the door!”

“Thanks!”

With that, the car drove off.

*******

Saturday morning, I met Geoff at the Dunkin’ near my place. We’d matched on the dating app, and for the first time in a while, I was going to be the younger man.

“Geoff?” I asked after grabbing a coffee from the counter.

“Coulter,” he replied with a broad smile, “nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“So, what’s got you on the market?” he asked.

“Well, about two years ago, I walked in on my husband having sex with someone else. I had a rebound fling from June to December, but we knew he was moving in December, so it made things easier. Now, well… I never got to date much during or after college. I got married and then. So anyway, I’m looking to date. What about you?”

“I was with my partner for fifteen years. He hit fifty and had a mid-life crisis. I got a new car and a new, younger boyfriend. The funny thing is that right after he left, I got transferred from Atlanta to DC, so it’s given me a chance to restart things without all the baggage.”

I admitted, “Sorry to hear that.”

“Sounds like we have a bit in common.”

“What are you looking for?” I asked.

“Dating. Eventually, I’d like to find someone. Someone that sets off fireworks when we kiss. Someone that makes me so damn happy I want to burst. A spark, here,” he said, pointing to his heart. “You know what I mean?”

“Yes, yes. I do.”

*******

That evening, Luke showed up at six for our date.

"Hey, handsome," I said as he entered the house.

“Hey!” he pushed up on his toes a bit and kissed me.

It was a short kiss, but enjoyable. He took off his coat, I hung it, and then wrapped him in my arms for a longer kiss.

“Wow,” he said as the kiss ended.

“Yup, that’s a good way to put it.”

“Where are we going for dinner?” he asked.

“Nowhere, I’ve got things going in the kitchen.”

“Cool.”

“How was school?”

“Not too bad. One more week till spring break starts.”

“Doing something fun?”

“I’m going home. My dad’s been sick, and mom needs some help.”

“Sorry to hear he’s been sick. Any idea what’s wrong?”

“No. That’s the bad part. He’s been missing work and stuff. He’s also a bit stubborn about going to the doctor. I figure I’ll help mom with whatever and help her push him to see someone.”

“Not taking care of yourself is a bad thing. I’m a good example of that.”

“Huh?”

“I was out of shape, eating badly, not seeing my doctor regularly. Boom, diabetes.”

“Gotcha.”

“Hopefully, it’s just some lingering crap.”

“How long are you gone?”

“Friday to the following Sunday.”

“Makes sense.”

“What can I do to help?” he asked.

“Grab plates, silverware, and stuff, pour some water; that kinda thing.”

He got things ready while I finished dinner.

“This is good,” he said after his first bite.

“Thanks, I found the recipe online. It’s called Rumbledethumps.”

Luke gave me a blank stare.

“It’s Scottish and something my mom made when I was growing up. It’s essentially a use for leftover potatoes, turnips, and cabbage. I’m introducing you to some of my favorite Scottish foods tonight. But I promise, no Haggis.”

“What’s Haggis?”

“It’s meat, oatmeal, suet and seasonings stuffed into guts and cooked.”

“Guts?”

“Like what you would do with sausage links.”

“Oh.”

“For dessert, we’re having Scottish shortbread and a tipsy Laird.”

“Okay. How long has your family been in the US?”

“On my dad’s side, his great-grandparents and his grandmother moved to Virginia in 1940. His granddad came in 1945.”

“Huh?”

“His great-grandparents fled the war, and his grandmother was pregnant with his dad at the time. My great-grandfather was injured in World War I at the age of eighteen, so even though he was in his early forties, he couldn’t fight in World War II. His granddad was in the army, so he didn’t move to Virginia till the war was over. My mom’s family has been here since the early 1800’s.”

“Was she Scottish?”

“Mostly. There’s one part of the family that’s Irish. If you follow it all back, I’m like fifteen-parts Scottish and one-part Irish. Where’s your family from?”

“My dad’s folks and most of his family live in Pennsylvania. Mom’s family is mostly in Georgia.”

“Do you know where your family comes from?”

“I think my dad’s family is from Germany. I have no idea about Mom. I’ll ask when I see them.”

“With jet black hair and blue eyes, I’m thinking you’ve got a lot of Celtic blood in you.”

“Why’s that?”

“Your skin’s too light for a strong Mediterranean heritage.”

We continued discussing heritage between bites. After we finished the main course, I cleared the dishes and went to the kitchen to serve dessert.

“What is a tipsy thingy,” he asked.

“Tipsy Laird. It is like a British trifle,” I explained. His blank look told me that didn’t help much. “Alternating layers of sponge cake, custard, and raspberries. The sponge gets a light coating of Drambuie. Once the custard sets, you top it with whipped cream and toasted almonds.”

I put a serving in a bowl for each of us and stuck a fresh shortbread cookie on the side.

“You made all this?”

“Yes, I found the Tipsy Laird recipe online. I remember my mom making it but couldn’t find her recipe. The shortbread recipe was in her recipe card box.”

We took our bowls into the den, I set up the TV trays, and we watched a bit of television while we ate.

“You’re a good cook.”

“Thanks!”

During one of the commercial breaks, I grabbed the dishes, put them into the dishwasher, and got it running. When I came back, I noticed that Luke had put the trays away. He’s also positioned himself in the corner of the sectional. I sat down next to him and then stretched out, my head laying against his side, comfy.

Luke ran his fingers through my hair as we watched the shows. It was nice, quiet, and relaxing. After several shows, we both started to yawn a bit.

“Bedtime?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

He followed me back and we got ready quickly. I climbed into bed, and he slid in next to me. He backed up to me and I threw my arm over him, pulling him close. His ass was rubbing against my dick, and it didn’t take long for that to stimulate an erection.

I let my hands drift down his chest as my dick continued to slide across his ass crack.

“I think you’re too horny to sleep,” he said quietly.

“Seems so,” I agreed. My hand ran into his hard cock. “Seems you are too.”

He squirmed a bit and ended up facing me. We started kissing as our hands pulled our bodies together and explored. Feeling his dick pressed against my abs, his whole body trying to melt into me, fuck, it was awesome.

He pushed a bit, rolling me onto my back.

He slid his body down mine until his mouth was level with my dick. He took the tip into his mouth and started working his way down. Luke’s hands rubbed my sides, chest, and abs as he gave me a slow, sensual blow job.

I moved my hands down and let my fingers play with his hair as he continued.

The pace he set stimulated and engorged but wasn’t moving towards climax. I lay there soaking up the attention.

After a few long moments, I figured it was time for more involvement.

“Pivot around and let me work on your cock.”

He worked his body around without letting my cock go. With full access to his dick, I slid it into my mouth and started giving him my best. I pushed him onto his side to give me better access.

I took his balls into my hands and caressed them as I worked my mouth over his shaft. With the new position, Luke shifted his hands to my ass as he continued to work my cock.

I slipped a finger into my mouth, beside his dick, to slick it up. Ready, I slid the digit into his hole. Luke groaned a bit around my cock.

I started working my finger in and out as I worked his cock. My mouth worked up to the tip, licked the precum that was flowing out, and then slid back down to the base.

From Luke’s moans, I could tell he was getting close, and he’d amped up the effort on my dick to bring me to the edge.

I pulled my finger back and then worked in deep. This triggered an explosion in my mouth. I started swallowing to keep from being drowned with cum. Luke buried my dick in his throat as he continued to convulse, and I cut loose. His mouth quickly moved up the shaft, so he got most of my cum in his mouth.

“Damn, that was good,” he said as he released my cock.

“Darn right!”

He pivoted around and we shared a long, slow, and cummy kiss.

After the kiss, Luke shifted a bit. His head was against my upper chest; my left arm wrapped around him. He slipped his leg over mine, then reached down, and pulled up the covers.

I know I was asleep quickly after that.

*******

I had my second date with Geoff on Wednesday night. We met at a little Tex-Mex place, and as with the first date, the conversation was flowing well.

“Dessert?” Geoff asked.

“I’ll pass. I had too many chips and other carbs.”

“Probably best for me as well. Help me maintain my boyish figure,” he said with a laugh. “You’re a great guy, Coulter.”

“I hear a but coming along.”

“I don’t know about you, but for me it’s about the spark, the tingly feelings, the emotions that thrill me.”

“And I’m not giving you those.”

“You’re more of the great friend type. Someone I can hang with. Someone I can be honest with. You’re not mad, are you?”

“Not at all. You’re a great guy, and you were up front about what you were looking for. I hope you can find him, and I’m always happy to have a new friend to hang out with.”

We finished up at the restaurant a short while later.

*******

I was on the train heading home for the weekend when my phone buzzed.

‘Have fun while I’m gone’ Luke sent.

‘Be safe. Have fun’ I replied.

‘Will do. Don’t pick up any stray boys.’

‘I won’t!’

I thought about what he said for a moment and wondered what he really meant. Was he indicating that he wanted to be exclusive? Something we’d have to explore when he returned. Explore carefully.

*******

Saturday evening, I met Geoff for dinner at a local brew pub.

“How goes?” I asked as I sat down at the high-top.

“Going well,” he admitted. “I had a great first date last night.”

“That’s wonderful! Mind sharing some details?”

“Not at all. A coworker of mine introduced us. He’s a couple years older than I am, lives in Arlington and works in Tysons. We met for drinks and dinner at a place he chose in Vienna. He seems intelligent, witty, and all that; but there was just something that made my toes wanna curl.”

“Hmm… that spark.”

“Exactly! What about you?”

“Nothing since we spoke last.”

“What about that guy you’ve had a few dates with? You weren’t so sure where it was going, as I recall.”

“We’re still dating and I’m still not sure where it is going.”

“Care to talk about it.”

“There’s a big age difference and I’m not sure how things will work out.”

“You said there was a big difference between you and your ex.”

“Yup, thirteen years.”

“So, you’ve done this before.”

“He’s nineteen years younger.”

“That makes him…”

“Twenty.”

“Oh!”

“Exactly. I’ll admit it freaks me out a bit picking him up on campus for a date.”

“Can understand that. Do you love him? Have feelings for him?”

“Feelings, yes. Love, I’m not sure. He’s intelligent, fun, playful, and sexy as all hell. And yes, there’s some sort of spark, but I hold back. I’m not sure about where things are for him. I don’t want my heart to break.”

“Gotcha.”

“How’s work?”

I shifted the conversation, and it was clear Geoff understood why.

*******

“Sorry I’m late, guys!” I said as I got to the table.

“Traffic?” Stephen asked.

“Nope, just left late this evening.”

“You need a better app, dude!” Chris teased.

“The app is fine. I need to be ready on time, get in the truck on time, and most importantly, look at it to get an estimate on how long it’ll take before I decide what time I’ll leave. Anyway, I’m here!”

“Now the party can begin!” Darryl teased.

“Well, I am the life of the party!”

That got a lot of chuckles out of the guys.

“Can I get you a drink,” the waiter asked.

“Diet Coke, please.”

“Are you ready to order?” he asked the table.

“Them first,” I said. “I haven’t had a chance to look at the menu.”

He went around the table and got everyone’s order.

“And you, Sir?”

“A mixed green salad and the chicken francaise.”

He took off and returned a few moments later with bread and my soda.

“So, what’s new with you? Stephen asked.

“Mostly work. I was thinking of driving down I-81 next weekend. I’ve heard there are some good antique and vintage shops, and I wanted to find stuff for the house.”

“Day trip?” Darryl asked.

“I was thinking about driving down till dinner time, finding a place to stay, and then driving back on twenty-nine or something like that.”

“Sounds like fun,” Phil admitted.

“Wanna go?”

“Can’t.”

“Anyone?”

“We have plans,” Ben said. His partner, Austin, nodded in agreement.

From the others, I got a lot of head shakes.

The waiter delivered our salads, which interrupted the conversation a bit. With eight at the table, it was easier to talk to who was beside you or directly across from you as the restaurant got busier and noisier.

“How’s dating going?” Austin asked.

I admitted, “some good, some bad.”

“You’re not going to be single for long,” Darryl said.

“Why do you say that? I was partnered and married for a total of ten years.”

“Well, true. But you went back to the nesting habit with Rob last summer and fall.”

“True, but I don’t know. Whoever is next for me, I want it to last forever this time.”

“You were going bowling last weekend. How’d that turn out?” Darryl asked.

“It didn’t. We just had dinner.”

“Oh.”

“Anyone get past a first date?” Austin asked.

“Several. One got drunk on the second date. I’ve told you about Geoff. At least I made a new friend out of that one.”

“So, nothing too horrible.”

“Just the guy that tried to follow me home. Lots of phone messages when I stopped to get gas. A bit of a stalker, I guess, you would say.”

“Yikes.”

“I’m glad I’m married,” Austin said.

I was thinking about a way to move the conversation when the waiter arrived to take our salad dishes away.

“Gentlemen, your food will be out in just a moment.”

It was the interruption I wanted.

*******

The following Saturday, I put my duffel bag in the back seat and headed west on I-66 around eight a.m. I had a list of things I wanted to find, a chair for the den, a second bedroom set, a desk for one of the guest rooms. I got out to Front Royal as the first stores opened. After Front Royal, I headed over to Strasburg to hit a few more stores. It was eleven when I headed south down Route 11.

Knowing the Crutchfield store in Charlottesville would be closed on Sunday, I decided to browse the store in Harrisonburg and look at all the audio equipment. I didn’t really need anything, I just wanted to feed my inner music geek.

After that, I hit a small antique shop just outside the downtown core.

‘Busy?’ I sent to Stephen.

‘S’up?’ he replied quickly.

I got a Skype call going.

“Hey. So, I’m in this place in Harrisonburg. They have this old lounge chair and an ottoman. The wood looks fine, but the leather is shot. They want one-fifty for it. I’m thinking they’re crazy, but I wanted your opinion.”

“Lemme see.”

I switched the camera and showed him what I found.

“It’s Eames or a damn good knock-off. Show me the back and underside.”

I did as instructed.

“It’s definitely Eames. The Rosewood is in great shape.”

“Is it worth the money? How much to reupholster?”

“You said one-fifty?”

“Yes.”

“Well worth the money. Hmmm… good leather, maybe three hundred and labor for another three hundred.”

“Crap.”

“Dude, that’s an expensive chair if it was in mint condition. You can get it redone and have less than a thousand in. It’s well worth it!”

“Oh, okay. You know, this isn’t my area of expertise.”

“That’s why you called me!”

“Thanks!”

I hung up, went in, and found the clerk.

“I found a chair and an ottoman I’m interested in.”

She followed me back to the booth.

“Can you do any better?” I asked.

“That seller does ten percent off for cash.”

“Deal!”

I paid, got both pieces out to the parking lot, wrapped them in a blanket and then in plastic and set off for the next place.

I arrived in Verona and went to the last shop on my list an hour before they closed. The antique mall billed itself as one of the largest in the country. I was going from booth to booth when I spotted a set of dishes. They looked a lot like the ones I’d grown up with. Ours had what looked like starbursts, while this one had a square, plus, and minus sign motif. The colors were similar.

I pulled out my phone and did a couple quick searches. I took a couple of pics of the set and sent them to Stephen.

‘Cute’

‘8 place settings, service pieces, $375, Vernon Kilns, Heavenly Days, Made 1956-1958’

‘Good deal’

It was close to closing time, so I hurried up to the front counter. They helped me get the set up to the front, wrapped it in newspaper and boxed it for travel.

I’d originally thought of staying at the Stonewall Jackson Hotel, but with the stuff in the back of the truck, I figured a place I could carry things into would be better. I pulled out my phone and got a reservation at a Fairfield Inn just off the interstate. I used the luggage cart to help move everything into my room for the night.

I found a little place in downtown Staunton for dinner, then walked around the neighborhood a bit before returning to my room.

Sunday morning, I grabbed a quick breakfast and headed east. It was a short hop over the Blue Ridge Mountains into Charlottesville. As I made my way up route twenty-nine, I saw the original Plow and Hearth store and pulled in. They had one building that was an outlet and one that was a full retail store. I was able to get a couple of bird feeders and some bat houses for the edge of the woods.

After that stop, I continued my drive home.

To be continued...

Posted: 06/09/2023