When Nick Met Love
By: Jeremy Michaels
(© 2022 by the author)

Editor: Gerry Young

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This story is unlike any other story I've written. It’s the story of finding love where you least expect it and with someone who most people would say would never last. So sit back and I will tell you our story.

Nick Staples could hear his heart beating as he jogged along the deserted path in the park.  It was a sunny morning and the sun's heat had not yet warmed the day. The sweat ran down his brow as he jogged along, and gathered in the crevices of his abs.  He was just eighteen and loved to run and this day was going well.  He had just finished his daily workout at the gym and he was doing his follow-up run.  

His body showed his strict regimen of working out.  His chest and abs were nicely cut, and his ass tight and round.  His arms and legs bulged with well-developed muscles, which showed well as he ran.  Ahead he could see some street thugs, they looked harmless, but Nick took no chances. He crossed over to another path that led further into the woods. The thugs took to running after him and he picked up his pace to out distant them. His mistake was in glancing back to see how close they were. He missed seeing a tree root that crossed the path and he went down in a painful spill which allowed the gang to catch up with him.

"Thought you could out run us faggot, didn't you," they said to him as he lay in pain on the ground.

"What do you want with me," Nick asked them boldly, considering that there were three of them and one of him. "I’m not a fag either," he retorted to them and they laughed at him.

"Fags come here all the time to run and hook up," they told him. "So you must be a fag."

The biggest of the three reached down and picked him up off the ground. He pushed him hard and he toppled over, landing on his back, on the ground.

Nick looked around hoping that a park ranger would be making his rounds. He studied his adversaries, surmising that the kids could not be more than sixteen or seventeen at the most and they meant to do him harm.

"Pick him up," the big one ordered the other two.  

They grabbed him by the arms and dragged Nick deeper into the woods. They were well out of view if anyone passed by on the path, as the two continued to hold him by his arms.

"Strip off your clothes, fag," the big one told him, as the two released his arms.

"Why, I've done nothing to you," he told the big one. 

He came over and hit me hard in my gut, causing me to double over in pain and his breath gushed from him.

"Like I said before, fag, strip off your clothes," he said with more authority in his voice.  

I placed his thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and slowly eased down my running shorts until they dropped to the ground.

"Step out of 'em," he demanded.  

I stepped out of them and the leader tossed them into the woods.  He pointed to my jock and motioned it down; he removed it and the thug tossed it in the same direction of my running shorts.  I stood there naked with my hands covering my front and he came over and grabbed my hands.

"Now its time to teach this faggot a lesson," he said looking at the other two with a grin on his face.  

He undid his pants and dropped them as he stood before me.

"Down on your knees, fag," he ordered. "Suck my cock real good and maybe we won't hurt ya."

I slowly dropped to my knees and he grabbed me by my hair.  He shoved his cock deep down my throat and I was gagging from the force.

"You give me pain and I'll show you what pain is, fucker," he says to me.

I swallowed to accommodate his cock, moving up and down on his cock as he forcefully fucked my face.  He slammed my mouth until I could feel the thug wass ready to shoot and he pulled out.  They stood me up and had me bend over a fallen tree. He spit on his hand, rubbed it on his cock and then shoved it in, violently, into my ass.

"Oh fuck, please stop, that hurts," I screamed out in pain, but the thug laughed as he pushed all the way in.  

He forcefully started to pound my ass as the other two held me down.  The pain was horrendous that I was feeling and I feared that I might pass out.

“Give it to 'em good, Franky,” the guy holding me on his left shouted, and he just kept pounding away.  

I felt Franky’s cock swell, praying that he was close, and I felt him shoot deep inside my bowels.  He kept slamming his ass until he had no more sperm to give. He pulled out and another of the three came over, taking his place.  He, like the first, just thrust his cock in. I was thankful for the cum that was already in his ass for lube.  He was also smaller than Franky. He pounded him hard and he was soon shooting his load and pulling out.  The last one looked at Nick and said to the big one:

"I ain't putting my dick in there after you two just fucking came in him.  He can blow me instead."

The big one grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head up, and the kid shoved his cock deep into his mouth and he started to fuck my face. He aggressively slammed my mouth for what seemed like an eternity. He was moaning … slamming aggressively, and then he was shooting his sperm into my throat.  He finally pulled out. Franky dropped my head and he kicked my ribs hard. I fell over onto my side and grabbed my ribs as I cried out in pain.  They ran off leaving me naked and in pain, as I wondered how I would get out of there.  I lay there for almost an hour when I heard the sound of horse-hoofs on the path. Crying out in pain, I hoped that the ranger would hear me ... if that was who I thought it was …or anyone who was nice enough to help me.

"Help me please, help me," I yelled.  

After a few moments, I saw the uniform of a Park Ranger coming through the woods.

"Shit kid, what happened to you?" he asked me.  "Where the hell are your clothes?"

"I was jogging and these three thugs jumped and raped me, Ranger," I told him. "They threw my clothes somewhere over there in the woods," I said and pointed in the general direction of where they'd thrown them.  He knelt down beside me and was feeling my ribs that I was holding. As soon as he touched my ribs, I cried out in pain.

"I think you may have a broken rib or two," he said. "Let's get you to a hospital and get you looked at."  

He radioed for an ambulance.  It arrived in what seemed like hours later. They had a hard time reaching me and had to carry me out to the ambulance to treat me.  I spent hours in the emergency room and was waiting for a taxi to come when the ranger came in.

"I wasn't sure if you would still be here," he said to Nick.  "I wanted to see how you were doing and get a description of the guys that attacked you."

"I have no broken ribs, but a few badly bruised ones,"  I told him. "I was waiting for a taxi to pick me up so I could go home."

"Why don't you let me take you home and then I can get the information I need. We can call the taxi company and cancel the cab."  

I called the taxi to cancel while the ranger was pulling his car around for me.

"My name is Paul Jacobs," he said,. "I have been a ranger now for twenty years.  I have seen that park go downhill quite a bit over the last few years."

"Well Paul it's a pleasure to meet you," I said. "Nick Staples, the name. I thought I would be there forever until you came along."

"What happened today, Nick," he asked.

"I went for my usual run like I always do, and I noticed these three guys ahead of me.  To avoid trouble I crossed over to another path and they soon came after me.  I must have tripped on a tree root because I fell flat on my face. They caught up with me and started to call me a faggot.  They dragged me off into the woods and they beat and raped me and then left me."

"We have had complaints about those three before.  I think we have a pretty good idea who they are," he said. "Would you be willing to pick them out of a line up if we can pick them up," he asked.

"Definitely, if it gets them off the street." 

"That's my place right over there," I told him, pointing to an old brownstone. "I dread going in. I live on the third floor and the stairs will kill me going up. There's no elevator here."

"Here let me help you getting up there," he volunteered.  He was a gentle man and about thirty-eight to forty.  He was tall and well built.  He didn't seem to have an ounce of fat on him so he must work out, I thought to myself.  His hair was brown with just a touch of gray starting to show around the temples and his eyes were hazel. They glowed in the sunlight when it hit them, I bet.  His arms were muscular and his skin was tan, from being outside all day. 

He ran around to my side of the car and helped me get out.  He took me by the arm and helped up the front steps.  I stopped half way up as I cringed with pain and he gently helped me sit on the steps.

"This is not going to work, Nick. How are you ever going to make it up three flights of stairs when you can't even make it up the front steps?" he asked.

"I have to Paul. I have no other place to go."

He was silent for a moment as I caught my breath and then he looked at me and said…

"If you have no objections, I can put you up until you're better," he saad with a smile. "I live alone and I have plenty of room and it would not be any inconvenience at all."

"Paul, I really appreciate the offer. You don't even know me and you're willing to help a perfect stranger."

"I am sure that you are not perfect and I would love the company," he said with a laugh.  "Now what do you say? How about it, Nick?”

"Well I would sure appreciate not having to climb three flights of stairs, and if you're sure that it's not an inconvenience … sure. Thanks," I answered, shaking his hand.

"How about you give me your keys and I'll go up and get you some clothes?"

I gave him the keys and the directions as to where to find my clothes.  He helped me back into the car, went up to my apartment and came back down fifteen minutes later with my things.

"Nice place you have, clean and orderly," he said. "You can tell a lot about a person by the way they keep the place they live in," he said, smiling at Nick.

We drove off to Paul’s place which was in the nicer part of town.  He had a beautiful three-bedroom ranch-style house on a quiet dead-end street. As we walked into his home, I noticed he had a spacious living room with a fireplace and a dining room just off to the left. His kitchen was nicely appointed with his pots and pans hanging from a pot rack above an island counter. He had a half bath just off the kitchen I also noticed, as Paul led me down the hall to the first bedroom.  He had converted it into an office that was filled with antiques.  On one wall, he has shelves filled with books. An antique mahogany desk with a pair of leather wing-backs chairs across from the desk.  He took me to the guest room and he set my things down in there. It had an antique bed with marble-top nightstands on each side of it. A high boy was next to the door leading to a private bath.

"This will be your room, Nick.”

"I love the antiques, Paul, they are really beautiful."

"They belonged to my grandparents."

He took me to his bedroom and it was just as grand.  He had an antique bed with a three-step staircase leading up to it on each side.  The canopy was elegant and maybe fifteenth century, I guessed.  There were a pair of Louis14th nightstands and dressers to complete the room. His private bath was just off to the right of the entrance to his room.

"Your home is so elegant, Paul. I would never have guessed it was this grand from the outside."

"I like to keep it that way," he said. "Less tempting to thieves."

"Well let's get something to eat and relax," he said.  "I'm not that good a cook so please bare with me."

"Why don't you let me do the cooking, 'cause I'm a very good cook and love to cook for others," I told him, heading to the kitchen.

"You're my guest," he said, "I can't have you cooking for yourself and me when you’re hurting."

"Don't be silly, the pain pills have kicked in and I'm fine. Besides, I love to cook and it will be my way of thanking you for your hospitality."

He showed me what he hap for food and I whipped up a Fettuccini Alfredo with chicken and broccoli.  I sent him out for a loaf of Italian bread so he could make them garlic bread. When he came back, he picked out a nice wine and we sat down to eat.

"Wow, this is so good Nick. Where the fuck did you learn to cook like this?" he asked, then caught himself. "Sorry, Nick, I didn't mean to swear," he said, blushing, and it looked so cute on him at his age, blushing.

"Don't worry about the swearing, Paul, I don't have virgin ears." I said. 

They finished their meal and he told me to stay seated while he cleaned up the dishes.  Afterwards, Paul grabbed a bottle of wine and they took it out to the patio. The patio overlooked a swimming pool that had an attached Jacuzzi.  He grabbed a remote and pushed a button which turned on the Jacuzzi.  We sat at a marble top table and enjoyed the wine.

"Maybe later you might want to go in the Jacuzzi for a bit. It might loosen up your ribs and ease your sore muscles."

"I don't have a swimsuit unless you grabbed one when you were upstairs at my place."

"Hell, Nick, we're both men," he said. "Go naked like I do. Besides, I have complete privacy back here."

"Well … we will see," I say, thinking it might do me some good in the hot water.

We sat and talked, mostly about me, for hours as the sun set gloriously in the west. The light gave Paul's eyes a romantic glow and they mesmerized me. His tan was radiant in the softness of the setting sun and I hung on his every word.  But then he said, "I haven't heard you mention your parents at all, Nick."

"They were killed in a car crash three years ago and I lived with a cousin until a few months ago."

"I am so sorry, Nick, for mentioning it," he said apologetically.

"Thank you, Paul, but I'm over the shock of it now, but I do still miss them," I told him. "My dad and I were best friends and my mom taught me how to cook."

"Well she did a right fine job, my man," he said with a smile, showing his beautiful teeth.

"You have a nice smile," I tell him.

"Well like I always say, 'sometimes one smile means more than a dozen roses,'" as he gave me that smile again. "If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you, Nick?”

“I just turned eighteen a few months ago, why?”

“No reason really and before you ask me, I’m thirty-eight. I started with the park service right out of high school and got my forestry degree nights at the local college.”

"It's getting late and if we're going to get in that darn Jacuzzi we had better get going," he said, getting up.

I got up and fell right back down in my seat.  The glasses of wine had an intoxicating affect on me and I stumbled to my feet.

"Here, let me help, Nick," he said putting his strong arm around me and lifting me up.  "We don't want you falling and hurting yourself more, now do we?" he asked as we walked to the Jacuzzi.

His scent was invigorating and it caried me back to when my dad would hold me on his lap watching TV.  I leaned into Paul and drink in his scent, letting it flood my senses.  He sat me on a chair beside the Jacuzzi and bent down to remove my shoes.  I leaned forward and took a whiff of his hair and it had a faint smell of herbs and soap.  He took them off, and my socks with them, and he glanced up to my eyes.  The light them was dancing in his eyes and I leaned forward to kiss him but fell.

"Whoa, Nick, I think you had a bit too much of the wine tonight," he said with that sexy smile. "Here, stand up babe and let me undress you so we can get you into the water."

I stood and I put my arms around his neck as he unbuttons my shirt. He removed it and I let go long enough for him to let it fall to the pool-deck.  I put my arms once again around his neck as he started to remove my running shorts.

With a slur, I said, "I feel like such a lush, 'cause I cain't even undress myself."

"Don't worry about it, Nick, we have all been in this state at least once in our lifetime," he said.  "Now this is going to be a little tricky," he said. "You hold on to me tight now, you hear."

He pulls down my running shorts and jock in one swift move. I lost my balance and fell forward shoving my cock right into Paul’s face, or more importantly, right into his open mouth. He grabbed my hips, they froze for a long, a very long moment with my cock and balls deep in his mouth. I gave out a soft moan when I felt Paul’s breath on my pubic hair, and I swear that Paul swallowed several times before he relinquished my cock. With our eyes locked together, he smiled and helped me to stand up.

"Almost lost you there, didn't we Nick?" he said with a big toothy grin.

He helped me get in the water and the heat from it made my head spin. Paul was smiling from ear to ear as he steadied me in the corner of the hot-tub. I was watching as Paul slowly pulled his shirt over his head. His chest had a light dusting of chestnut brown hair, his pecks were firm and his nipples stood tall and plump.  I followed Paul’s hand as it went slowly down to his pants, lightly grazing his nipples and his abs. He definitely has a six-pack and not a bit of fat.  He undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, and when he unzipped them, they fell.  They puddled softly around his ankles as he kicked off his shoes.  He stepped out of his pants, removed his socks, and then placed his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs.  He slowly, almost seductively pushed them down, exposing his long, cut manhood.  He gave his clothes a kick and they flew across the yard and he gave he balls a tug.  He turned and stepped into the Jacuzzi, exposing his round, white and very firm ass to me. I started to reach out to touch it but then thought better of it, especially after what happened with my cock and Paul’s mouth. I quickly pulled my hand back just as Paul turned and sat down.

"Now isn't this nice?" he asked. "Nothing like a good soak to loosen up tight muscles."

We were both just lying back and soaking and my mind was on his hot body. 'What a well-maintained man,' I thought to myself. Especially when so many men his age let themselves go.  

We soaked for maybe an hour and I, between the pain medication and the hot water, was starting to fall asleep.

"Hey, Nick, why don't we get you into bed before you fall to sleep and drown in here," he mentioned.

"That might be a good idea."

"Will you be all right while I go grab us some towels?" Paul asked.

"Yeah, as long as I don't stand up."

Paul got out and Nick watched as his cute fucking ass went waltzing across the patio. I could feel my cock start to rise as he paused at the door and glanced back. He went inside and soon returned with two jumbo towels.

"Here we go, little buddy," he said, handing a hand down to me. I stood up and walked forward and paused. My face was level with Paul’s cock. I stared lustfully at Paul’s manhood, still wet and glistening in the moonlight. I wanted to reach out and take it into my mouth but Paul’s voice called me back to my senses.

"Up now, Nick, both hands buddy," he said, taking my other hand. I got out of the water and Paul wrapped me in the fluffy white towel.  He slowly started to dry me off, starting with my back.  He rubbed my back from my neck on down to the small of my back.

"Lean into me some, Nick."

I leaned into him, holding on for dear life, even though I no longer needed to. He started to dry my ass, paying special attention to its valley. I softly moaned as he hit my pucker, and he seemed to linger there.  He straightened me up and then dropped to his knees, as he dried each one of my legs. When he got to his feet, Paul said, "lift" and I lifted each one as Paul dried it. After drying one, he dried the other as he went up it and stopped at my cock.  He was facing my cock and looked up at me and then he looked down at me.  Paul’s eyes were sparkling from the moonlight, and the water on his face glistened. He looked back at my cock and then put the towel around it and started to dry it.  I moaned as he gently massaged it, causing my cock to rise.  He looked up at me and I was looking down at the most handsomest man that I'd ever seen. I bent down and pulled Paul up to his feet when he put his arms around my neck.

"Are you sure, Nick," he asked huskily looking deep into my eyes as I placed his lips to Paul’s.  I parted his lips and welcomed Paul’s tongue inside and our first kiss was  a kiss of desire and passion. Paul’s arms enveloped me as I pulled him tighter to me as I surrendered myself to Paul and his fire. His lips were like honey to me and he drank in the taste of them.  Breaking their kiss Paul stood back and said…

"You know, Nick, this is not why I asked you to stay with me.  I don't want you to think you have to do this because you owe me something." He looked like a man lost to the world as he stood there hoping for acceptance.

"Paul I have been so taken by you ever since the park. You've captured my heart Paul. I know you feel that your age and mine, is something of a concern.  I don't care about age, love; I look at the man and what is inside him.  The way that you cared for me when I was feeling drunk, no ordinary man would have ever done that. You were tender and loving in the way that you handled me, I knew then that I was falling in love with you.”  

We kissed as young lovers whose first kiss of true love was one of promise of time immortal. Paul took my hand and lead me inside to his bedroom. As I was climbing the steps to the bed, I was thinking to myself …

'I'm climbing the stairway to heaven and in this man’s arms I will definitely find it.'

So there’s our story. What? You want to know what happened next.

Paul made passionate love to me. It was very much like the man who he is, tender and sweet. I lovingly gave him my most precious treasure for his taking and keeping. Never once did he ever cause me pain and when we climaxed together, we felt as one as we rode the wave of erotic emotion. We embraced each other and kissed passionately until we came down from our love’s high. He lay over me, staring into my eyes telling me how much he loved me. How can two people fall in love so quickly, you ask? I don't know, but one thing I do know is that we did.

Because that was over forty years ago and we have never been more happy and in love than we were in those years.  I had a man who had taught me what it meant to love and be loved.  He was slow in teaching me the ways of love, making sure that I would remember. I know that we had many years difference between our ages, but the years God gave us together were filled with love for one another. Paul had given me more than I could ever have given him. I miss him sorely but I know that who ever I find to love again will have a man who was taught by the best in the ways of love.

So that’s my tribute to my late husband of forty-three years. I hope that you realize that love knows no age or gender matches. Our love was as pure as the new fallen snow and never once did either of us want for another man.

I love and miss you, Paul Jacobs.

The End 

Posted: 02/11/2022