A Touch That Promised More
by: Staley Cole Smith
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I spent time in Sturgis for several years before moving to Kalamazoo. I always loved the home town feeling of Kalamazoo. I wasn’t thrilled with constant snow disrupting traffic every winter, but when you come from Michigan, one learns to deal with it. We just attribute storms and bitter wind to lake-effect and everybody is happy. It does become cold but still quite beautiful.
The Beaver-Pond Apartments off Kings Highway had been open for about a year. I worked at the golf course off King’s highway and watched progress nearing completion on the apartments. The buildings took on an Adirondack air and had enough land surrounding them to be somewhat private.
There were scores of single people and married couples living at Beaver-Pond. It also had its share of seniors and gay people. I knew this from listening to residents from Beaver Pond who came to play golf. Sometimes it pays to be a fly on the wall.
I was seriously taken with the place and wanted to live there. Everything was new and one couldn’t do better finding an apartment. There was cable plus internet connection, fast downloads and W-Fi throughout. The rents were (of course) on the steep side, but would not send me to the poor house. So I decided to check it out.
It was slightly before noon on Friday when I met with the rental agent at Beaver-Pond to look at the apartments.
The rental agent’s name was Theodore Rupert, an overly friendly gentleman, a bit on the stocky side, nicely dressed, somewhere in his sixties and gay. There was no missing that. I would not hesitate to say that his pen was filled with pink ink. His speech was friendly, dramatic and lady-like. I’m sure he was a royal pain off camera, high queens usually are, but for now he was respectable and polite.
There was a name plate on a black walnut desk, void of papers and sparkling clean. It was polished bronze with raised letters trimmed in gold and read “Theodore Rupert” There was also a clear crystal bud vase with a single pink sweetheart rose sitting next to a white desk phone. .“Nice touch.” I thought to myself.
“Mr. Rupert?” – I asked” as I stood in the doorway.
“Come in – come in. Yes, do come in.” He replied sounding like Norma Desmond.
“I’m Jacob Santory,” I said to him, extending my hand. I spoke to you earlier about looking at the apartments.
“Yes, let me just grab some forms and we’ll go take a look-see. Is there a Mrs. Santory or will you be renting alone?”
“Just me, There is no Mrs. -. I’m gay…... Is that a problem?” I asked
“Please call me Teddy. All my tenants do. Oh dear me, of course there is no problem; I just want to find something that suits you best.”
“And what might that be?” I asked
“Someplace, I was thinking, close to the sauna and the pool. A one bedroom apartment with a deck for sunbathing should be a good fit - but no grilling on the deck. That’s not permitted – fire codes, you know.”
The first apartment, I was shown, had squeaky floors, so that was out. The next one wasn’t much better. For new hardwood floors, it seemed like they were not tightly nailed, so they squeaked. At least that’s what I thought at the time.
Teddy then took me to another building close by. I liked the apartments in this building much better. “Now we were getting someplace,” I told him that, and he grinned seeming to agree.
I settled on an apartment with a large master bedroom and walk-in closet. In that bedroom my king size furniture would look right at home. There were closets in every room, which was a blessing for storage. Off the hallway, there was a den that could be used for overnight guest. A compact kitchen with new appliances and glass cupboards that sparkled in the sunlight coming through the windows sprawled out before me. My favorite room was the bath with a Jacuzzi capable of holding four people applying piping hot jets of water. Sliding glass doors lead to a private balcony (which Teddy called the deck) decorated with hanging plants facing the morning sun. It was perfect. It was not cheap – but it was perfect.
Teddy kept leaning into me as we walked from room to room. Once put his hand on my shoulder, like ones dad might do as a sign of affection. It was obvious he wanted to touch me and did several times, but I didn’t mind.
“Oh, how I do love cowboys” Teddy said, brushing his hand across my hat.
“So do I.”
“I’m sure.” He replied
Teddy was no kid, but it wasn’t his age that bothered me. It was his mannerism and stage voice that annoyed me. He was up there in age and delightful in a fruity way. I would have liked him better, if he cut out the drama. I suppose that’s where the expression ‘drama-queen’ comes from. I expected him to say “oh, we need a little Christmas” at any time, but of course, he didn’t.
I rented the apartment that I called perfect, and signed a one year lease. All the time Teddy‘s eyes were checking me out looking at my ass and fixated on the bulge in my jeans.
I am a modest guy in my late forties and by no means a hunk. I’m a plain cowboy, with a hard body. My cowboy persona isn’t from Warner Bros studio, it comes from the way I conduct myself and dress. Cowboys can be sexy and that is how I look at myself.
That’s correct, I’m not a Hollywood character, but nevertheless a man with body assets and my smile is infectious. The ladies playing golf would often tell me that. Only I didn’t appreciate it coming from women. I want a man to throw those words around, because I’m gay. I am growing a close cropped beard and it makes me look sexy in my opinion, or maybe it’s my butt that people are looking at.
I’ve had my share of boyfriends in the past, but nothing lasting. I usually get dumped in favor of a young slut. Eventually even the young dudes get tossed aside and the game starts over again. I hate all that crap. I hate the turmoil relationships bring and it happens so often, especially among men lacking experience.
Now, I’m all done hating. Yup, that’s right. All I care about is sex, sex, sex. I know that puts me in the slut category, but I’ve spent a lot of years getting here. I‘ll be reaching half a century, in the not too distant future. The demand for a relationship is sparse at that age. The way I look at it, I don’t plan on becoming an old slut, or as a gay tramp would say…”Dirty old man.” still the days of wearing my heart on my sleeve are over.
I dress like an everyday cowboy (jeans, boots and hat) – corny but cute. It’s the Stetson that gives me the look of a cowboy. I work at a golf course nearby as an instructor and hospitality mentor, so western casual is a bonus and folks on the green call me “Cowboy Jake”
I won’t lie. I actually like being looked at. Boots, jeans and a Stetson hat is my personality. I must have looked like buffet however to Teddy. Spending an hour or so with him was a piece of work. He was fun to be around but not the type I’d dare bring home to mother.
I moved in that afternoon. Besides bedroom furniture, I brought with me mostly personal things and clothes. The other belongings were coming on Monday. I expected new living room furniture from Home Décor in Kalamazoo. I was most anxious to get the sofa, so people would have a place to sit. Right now the only place for company was the bed. That’s not such a terrible idea, come to think of it. – It depends on the company. Yeah – hold that thought
I had just finished showering in my new bathroom, when a knock came to the door. It was Teddy.
I tossed on a pair of white shorts, but no underwear. My dick laid there nestled in the fabric. My bare chest still had droplets of water that I missed with a quick swipe of a towel. I was well tanned from being outside and… “Yes” – Teddy noticed.
“What brings you back so soon? “I asked
“How sweet” he replied, looking around speaking in his stage voice.
“What’s sweet?”
“Everything drops of water my good man just everything”. He replied. “Do you prefer Jacob or Jake?” he asked me like he had something important to say.
“Either –Jacob is okay... My friends call me Jake.”
“Then I shall call you Jake. Teddy said
“Fine – what’s up Teddy?” I asked “You didn’t come here just to see if I preferred Jacob or Jake.”
Teddy hesitated for a moment staring at my crotch. I saw him staring and my dick started to move just a little. It wasn’t on purpose and I was not attracted to him. It happens sometimes when people look below my waist.
“Jake; the reason I’m here is to invite you to a luncheon party on Sunday at 1:00 pm at the clubhouse next to the pool. It’s for tenants to get to know one another. We do this several times a year. It’s loads of fun. You don’t have to bring anything, just your hot bod, and some kind words……and a speedo would be awesome for the ladies, you know…..” he said winking.
I imagined the ladies were Jim, Joe and Jerry, but I kept my mouth shut and went along with his Norma Desmond performance. I was thinking how to respond.
“Gosh, I have to decline. I have so much to do here and I need the weekend to get settled. I’m not working on Monday. I have to be here for the movers.
“Then you can come to the clubhouse on Sunday.”
“Thanks, I better not – but we’ll see” I said
“That’s a shame, but I did my part – you’re invited… then, okay Jakey?” Teddy blurted out heading towards the door. - Another time”
“Try Jacob or Jake”…..I yelled after him as touched the door.
“Oh my yes – I mean Jake” Teddy replied closing the door behind him.
“What a freakin drama queen.” I thought to myself, “Don’t call me Jakey.”
The laundry room was in the basement of the building for the tenants to use. That evening, after a rather sparse bite to eat, I needed to do some laundry. The room was well equipped. It has several washers and dryers and everything was spotless. No one was there and I had the place to myself. After the clothes went into the washer, I went back upstairs to wait. Thirty minutes later, the washer turned off and I was back again to use the dryer.
A man came into the laundry room and walked around but wasn’t carrying any laundry... I recognized him. He and a woman lived together across the hall from me. I hadn’t met him yet, but I recognized him. He was about my age, maybe a little younger.
“You’re Jacob” He said to me breaking the silence
“Yes - do I know you?” I asked… It was not unusual that he knew my name, because people would recognize me from working at the golf course. Everybody gets to wear a clever name tag, made in the shape of a golf club.
I knew all along who he was but didn’t let on. I wanted to keep him talking. I noticed him earlier in the day going in his apartment. I find out more from strangers by just letting them talk. Often they brag or lie and sometimes they hit on you, which is cool.
He gave a little laugh and said –“Naw, but you will. I’m your neighbor from across the hall. I read your name off the mailbox.”
He was calm, leaning over a washer and talking to me.
What an awesome speaking voice he had. He spoke like a telecaster intelligent and direct. Not flamboyant like Teddy but strong deep and clear. He was a sexy looking dude with a sexy voice. I wasn’t sure why he was coming on to me. Then again, maybe that wasn’t it at all. Maybe he was just being friendly. I was hoping he was a slut. They don’t get all lovey-dovey; they cum - they leave. How great is that?
“Are you married?” He asked
“Nope”
“Me neither” He replied
“You live with your girlfriend then?” I asked
“She’s not really a girlfriend. Her name is Amy and she doesn’t live with me. She lives in Kalamazoo, but spends time here on weekends”
I assumed he was married but I guess not. It didn’t matter, I thought to myself.
“Where’s your cowboy hat?” He asked
“Oh you mean the Stetson? Yeah, that’s my ‘get out of Dodge’ hat.” I said laughing a little. “I take it off inside the house.”
“Well it’s sexy. You wear it well.” He said. “By the way, I’m Dillon, extending his hand.”
“Jake – oh you already know that.” I said holding his hand.
Dillon had a strong handshake and he was genuinely nice. He brought a crisp description to sex. This was my first impression of him, not that it would do me any good. Dillon was my type, but as I said before, “It didn’t matter.”
The dryer shut off and Dillon made no effort to leave the laundry room. He leaned against a washer and stared at me. I started cramming the warm clothes into a laundry bag when he spoke to me.
“Hey, bro, ain’t you gonna fold stuff?”
“They’ll be okay.” I said “I’m so disorganized right now – what’s a few wrinkles?”
“You will end up ironing things….Come on – I’ll help you. I guess cowboys aren’t good handling domestic chores.” He said chuckling again.
“And you are?” I said “good at handling chores?”
“Oh yeah, domestic is my game.” He replied
We folded towels, sheets, tee shirts and jockey shorts. There were a couple of boxers in the mix also.
Dillon held up the boxers and said - “What do you like best, the jockey underwear or the boxers”
“Probably the boxers, they are more comfortable.” I replied
“Yeah, I would think so. You have a pretty nice package there, and you gotta give those balls breathing room.”
“DAMN” - I thought to myself. I didn’t react to the balls comment. I kept folding sheets, displaying a stupid grin on my face. Maybe he was interested in me after all, I had to find out. Now, it started to matter.
“Can I buy you a beer?” Dillon asked, “After all, we are neighbors.”
“Naw Thanks - I’m not going out tonight, some other time. I’ll take you up on that” - I said
“I didn’t mean go out. I was thinking about my apartment.”
“Nope, on that I’ll decline. I don’t do threesomes.”
“I’m not suggesting anything about a threesome. It’s just a beer. Amy isn’t here. She’s at her place in Kalamazoo. I don’t do shit like that with women.” Dillon barked back at me.
Without the slightest hesitation, I said – “You’re gay, aren’t you Dillon?”
“Yes - Am I that obvious? Have I made a mistake with you Jacob?” He asked
“No, you haven’t made a mistake and yes, you are that obvious because you’re trying too hard, and that makes it obvious. Not that I’m complaining – I’m flattered
“Tell you what; I continued….” I have a six pack of Heinekens on ice. Let’s go to my apartment for a beer. I should warn you tho; the living room couch hasn’t been delivered yet. We have to sit on the bed…But it’s suggesting nothing. Think of it as indoor camping and we are cowboys just drinking and shooting the breeze”.
“A-huh, I never heard of that one before - Indoor camping good lord, what’s next?” Lead the way, cowboy Jake. “Do you have an extra Stetson hat? He called after me….”ah, never mind, I’ll bring the laundry.” Dillon remarked shaking his head and tagging behind me. “Who needs a dumb hat?” He thought to himself
The apartment was in dis-array and not settled, leaving the bed as the comfortable place to sit propped up with pillows. Actually, it was rather nice.
We sat next to one another drinking beer and talking. “Is Amy really your girlfriend?” I asked trying to find something interesting to say. Dillon cocked his head like he had to think about it. He was quiet for a minute.
“C’mon Dillon, it’s a simple question. Most likely a nosy question and none of my business anyway, skip it,”
“No – no, that’s okay. If you like lesbians she is sort of my girlfriend. We hang together and make the rounds on weekends checking out the bar scene and having fun. We don’t do twosomes or threesomes. I do my nasty lovin solo or maybe with a neighbor. You should come with us sometime that would be cool.” He said.
“We’ll see. I don’t care for Lesbian bars. The last time I went to a girl’s club called Amelia’s I almost got hit with flying glass. Some dyke in men’s clothing was coming on to another girl. Her partner in a fit of fury, broke a beer bottle, across the bar and glass flew everywhere. I don’t know what happened after that. I left and went to a gay bar where the most alarming thing was a drag queen with swinging hips. Anyway, I don’t socialize much anymore. I leave getting high to the jump crowd... But I do like being looked at, so yeah – why not, damn I’ll go anywhere.”
Hell Jake, you don’t have to go bar stomping to get looked at. That’s the easy part.
“Awe, don’t misunderstand me. I don’t mean to sound desperate or fuckin weird. I’m not desperate” I told Dillon.
“I know.”
“Thanks” I said
“But you are sexy” Dillon said to me. “Take for instant that zipper. I bet there are plums in there just waiting to be picked.
It was arousing hearing Dillon say that in his deep rich voice. It certainly got a rise out of me. He was such a smooth operator always saying the right thing at the right time. My senses told me he may be phony, but as Flip Wilson used to say – “don’t fight the feeling.”
My eyes were partially closed, and I didn't know what would happen next. Dillon put his arm around my shoulder. It was a gentle caress, a touch that promised more. With each brush of his hand, the anxiety was building and even tho I knew what was happening, I was becoming aroused. I had been down this road before but it never felt quite like this. Spasms racked my, thighs and my face flushed pink. Every muscle in my body reacted to his hand’s physical touch. My dick was getting hard as a rock. My jeans were swelling in the crotch like the incredible hulk. My cock was hard now and I knew pre cum would be seeping out.
Dillon lay back on the bed, adjusting his pillow allowing his body to relax. With his head gyrating ever so slowly a look of relief took over his powerful face. He knew that I wanted him to touch me and he seemed pleased. Was this really me, I pondered as I glared at my body in the mirror, attached to the door. It was me all right.
Lying next to Dillon felt strange because I was being teased. Part of me wanted to run from the room just to get away. Never, I’m only joking. Running from the room never entered my mind. Dillon was way beyond cool and I told him that.
He grinned ever so carefully at me. "Listen Jake, Thank you for saying that. But the last thing I want to happen is to push you into something you'll feel guilty about later. "Maybe I should have given that sermon before we started, huh?" Sometimes I am a wreck, by not acting on my thoughts, but I feel better now. Feeling better comes from letting my intentions known. Admittedly I get a little mixed up sometime. Yes, I’m sure that’s it. So screw the sermon, I have no need for it, now that you know who I am.”
I could barely talk; it was almost like a rehearsed speech, but it didn’t surprise me that much. “Damn that was a detailed piece of work, you just spouted off there. I get it, but I’m not one for on the job training, not that you need it.” I told him.
“No, I didn’t mean to imply that. I want you to know me better and really want me to come back, that’s all. I want to get off with you and take it.” He said to me in his stunning deep voice sounding a little shaky. In fact he sounded a tad frightened. I wondered what that was that all about. “Do you want to hook up tomorrow or next week? Dillon asked me.
I thought to myself - “No - you dumb fuck, I want to right now”, but instead I said. “Okay, whatever – tomorrow or next week is okay? No problem”
I thought he was strange with a story about coming back. But I was willing to play his mindless game. Who knows, maybe he was a keeper shrouding in everyday clothing. Dillon was a smooth talker, and that was the part that disturbed me. Not a lot, but it did disturb me a little.
After tapping my number and email address in his phone, Dillon went back across the hall and I was left alone. “Well, that’s the end of that” I thought to myself.
It was frustrating to say the least. Precum had soaked the front of my boxers and I wanted to get off in the worst way.
Being alone in the apartment, with my hand embracing my swollen cock; I am transported to a magical place. In my solitude, with my eyes closed, my breathing builds and I find myself pulsating in pleasure. A sensation that seemed to come from my toes sends a shock of release throughout my body. The most wonderful feeling of being out of control suddenly happens. My body produces a breathtaking hallmark. My squirming frame is speckled with sticky glue dripping into my pubic hair and running down my fingers. Does nature’s playtime embarrass me? “Never” – I’m quite a guy and I am unanimous on that...
Several days went by and I didn’t see Dillon to actually speak with. Once he casually waved from his car and another time he was with Amy getting his mail. That time he spoke to me and was friendly. He didn’t introduce me to Amy, which seemed a bit strange. After all, I was their neighbor. It seemed the proper thing to do, but Dillon was odd that way.
Dillon wasn’t rude; he just acted like he we hadn’t met. Anyway, I sensed he was strange from the first time I spoke with him. My mind was far from spinning with concern about Dillon. Strange or not, it wasn’t any of my business.
Often first impressions are the spot-on impressions. He was definitely hiding something and I think it was from Amy. At least, that was the feeling I got, being alone with him. Amy didn’t fit the mold of a carefree, girl about town, lesbian. If there is such a person it wasn’t her. She came across more like an engaged woman or a wife. It didn’t matter to me. I don’t cater to hombres who like playing games. Sex is one thing but head games are childish to me.
Friday rolled around like it always does, and after a bizarre week at the golf course; it was nice to be home. I wanted to be far away from people and the everyday bull shit that went along with the job. The thing for me to think about was soaking in the Jacuzzi.
I peeled off my clothes and showered washing sweaty balls and other body parts that I would rather have licked, but being alone, a shower was my only option.
I was squeaky clean and naked, but still wanted to relax in the Jacuzzi to relieve back tension and loosen up my legs muscles from so much walking….when I got a text from (guess who) - Dillon.
It read: “Hey cowboy, sorry I’m such an ass. Can we talk?”
I replied: “sure, but I talk better naked.”
A knock came instantly on the door. Dillon had texted me from the hallway, standing by my door.
He looked sexier than I remembered. He was wearing western boots and a black cowboy hat, tan shirt with brown leather trim and black pants. He looked like something out of Wells Fargo. After stepping into the apartment, Dillon slowly kicked the door closed behind him, like a cowboy on a ranch might do. Oh yeah, he was hot.
“You really are naked, well almost” - He said, looking at me with only a towel covering my body. “How did you ever plan that so perfectly? A naked cowboy, how great is this?” He said laughing.
“What’s with the western get-up?” I asked. “You wear it well.”
“I like it. The boots are dumb but the hat is cool as hell. Don’t you think?”
I stood there trying to think of something clever to say…
“Well say something.” He barked at me. “Say I’m cool – say anything.”
“I’d rather do something.” I said
“So go ahead, ain’t nobody stopping you.” He replied
I dropped the towel exposing my guarded precious assets. My cock was firm and getting harder. My butt was rock solid and my legs and chest was yummy tanned from the sun. “Let’s see you leave now,” I thought to myself
“Jesus Jacob” was all he said to me. The cowboy hat came flying off and he pushed me against the wall and began kissing me. The next few moments turned into a frenzy of kissing and spit swapping. We swigged tongues and carried on like long lost lovers. Dillon forced his body into my bare frame and straddled my hard dick with his legs. I unbuckled his pants and they dropped to the floor, landing on top of his boots. He was naked (no underwear) from the hips down and our dick’s mashed together as he wiggled his body into me. He struggled tugging off his boots and jeans kicking them across the floor.
“With his face next to mine, he whispered…..”Jake, I want to say….”
“Shut up” I said, not now.
“No wait Jake, let me explain….”
“Shut up” I repeated
“You don’t understand…”
“Dillon for the last time shut the fuck up. – You’re married and you’re a fruit job. - I get it. The turnip truck went down the street, but I didn’t fall off from it. I know you are married.
“I realize, you would figure that out. I really don't know where to start, it is all so confusing.” Dillon muttered
“STOP – you can stop right there, nothing is confusing. Maybe a little screwed up – but confusing? No way, so don’t start with a sermon.” I said
Dillon seemed relieved and stopped trying to ambush me. It seemed that things were now in the open. The kissing began again as he squeezed my hard butt. I knew what he wanted when his finger tried going into me.
Dillon had a youthful trim body and I wanted him for my toy. It seemed we both wanted the same thing – to fuck.
He was so hard that he started to leak. Precum seeped from his cock and he put some on to his finger tip and showed it to me.
“Want it? He asked
I didn’t answer, but he put his finger in my mouth anyway – so yes, I got it.
“Let’s go lie on the bed” I whispered
We fooled around like a couple of teen agers, rubbing our naked bodies together. I knew getting fucked was in the plan someplace, and it would be a battle for the top position. I probably would end up getting screwed. I usually did, because I was a midnight cowboy and it’s only sex.
Kissing Dillon ignited the fire of lust but not romance. In other words, just to get us hot and horny.
Dillon sucked like a baby animal getting me off, and it didn’t take very long. He had a talented mouth and there is nothing like a great blowjob when it’s really terrific. I don’t know how he became so accomplished, but I wasn’t about to question it. Yeah, he did managed to get inside me and slammed away like a wild stallion. He knew what he was doing in that department also.
“I love your tight hot hole. I could live in that warm cave, you queer.” He told me and then licked my crotch, purring like a cat. He seemed to know the right thing to say before every move. He was a talented troll with an awesome sexy voice...
Dillon and I had remarkable sex. Then he disappeared for a several days - no calls, nothing, and I became apprehensive that it was just a one-time thing. “That’s okay,” I thought. Anything that happens fast, can disappear just as quickly. I mumbled telling myself that is the way the game is played...
Then, out of the blue, we began emailing one another and sending an occasional text message. We would write nasty ideas and fantasize about each other’s body swallowing god knows what. If it was disgusting, we talked about it. Actually it was fun in a curious sort of way. It was man on man exchange of gay erotica. Anyway, that’s what we called it.
I couldn't believe how first-rate sex was with Dillon. So sure, we talked about everything – then we would get together and actually do some of it. We never kept an email or a text. Everything got deleted – everything. How cool is that?
I will give you a simple example of our travesty when we were alone.
Dillon started thrusting into me, and I pushed back, relishing the feel of his dick driving in and out of me like a cucumber about ready to explode. He was breeding me like a common whore. Reaching up, he pulled my head down to his and started kissing me. My married neighbor and I were kissing like lovers! It was just too wild caring. "You're a hot wrangler Jake," he told me as he bit my neck gently marking my flesh. I didn’t want hicky marks but was too delirious to stop him. Then slowly he dropped to his knee and my cock disappeared between his lips. I was on the edge in no time at all. When I was done filling his mouth with sticky produce, he stood up and kissed me, sliding his cum-covered tongue into my mouth. I kissed him back, sharing spit with him. We were pigs slurping love and worshiping every minute of it.
Now, Back to reality…
We bonded sexually. Our routine however, was changing and sex became less often. This was expected and I was okay with it. Dillon and I were the only people who knew what happened behind closed doors. We said nothing to no one and always played it safe and used condoms. All I ever wanted from him was sex, and it was the same for him. It was a perfect union.
When we weren’t competing in private, we were friends, clowning around, punching and abusing each other in plain sight. Then we would laugh about it. We were just two regular guys – can you believe that nonsense?
There is a fulfillment need in all of us. For me, it just lived across the hall – How great is that?
Nevertheless, Dillon spent effort shagging as many men as possible while living at Beaver Pond. So you see, I was just one dude on a roaming vine.
Shagging was a game to him that played out successfully more times than not. I’m not sure why he would tell me about his escapades, but being curious I listened to him brag. Not that I’m complaining - I’m telling a story...
Dillon looked more than adequate unshaven and wearing a cowboy hat. He was in his forties but looked younger, He was a winner getting people interested in him. I’m convinced, it was his profound manly voice that drew people to him. Of course he looked pretty hot also, so I’m sure that helped. He could hold an audience of one without trying. Gay men caught on quickly that he was available and wanted to test the merchandise, myself included.
One, of three life guards, working at the pool was a nineteen year old recent graduate from High School. His name was Bryan. He was a pretty boy with everything pretty to go along with it. You know the type, a smooth body with no aging flaws only young, dumb, and full of that sticky stuff.
The lifeguards were all young men, no girls. Teddy did the interviewing and hiring for the clubhouse employees and the pool boys. Need I say more?
I got a text From Dillon asking me to take the afternoon off, to go swimming at the pool. He wanted to check out Bryan.
“Want too?” he wrote
“Naw, I don’t go out of my way for young stuff.”
“He’s hot” Dillon wrote back
“At nineteen, they’re all hot” – “Jesus dude, you’re a slut” I told him
“Chicken shit – forget it, I’m going swimming”
“Shut the fuck up…I’ll go.” I said
That afternoon, I put on skimpy swimming trunks in the apartment and walked to the pool caring only my apartment keys and a towel. Yeah, I’m a show-off too.
The area was fairly cluttered with mostly retired Jewish seniors soaking in the sun and complaining about the slightest thing. “This you call deluxe?” I heard one man saying rather loudly. Still, that’s the way it goes poolside. I’ve learned to ignore it.
Bryan was sitting in a deck chair near the pool watching everybody. He was good at his job. His frame was glossing wet and his sandy blond hair was cut short and steaming in the warm sun light.
At nineteen a husky boy with a swimmers body needs no explanation. “Yummy” says it all.
Standing next to him decked out in tight red swimming briefs that accented desirable junk, was Mr. astounding voice himself.
There were several empty deck chairs nearby, so I used the first one staking out my spot poolside. I watched the blond boy toy and Dracula in red talking, but didn’t approach either of them.
“Get away from me – you old troll”- Bryan suddenly shouted to Dillon in a loud voice.
Scarcely anyone paid attention to Bryan. But I did. I knew exactly what Bryan was shouting about and although it scared me a bit, it was a great moment in time. Dillon was told to get lost.
Dillon was a good actor and passed it off like joking. He went into the water laughing and talking to people. Nobody was the wiser. What a friggin playboy this character could be. Nothing embarrassing ever stuck to him.
I stayed for about an hour and didn’t go swimming. I just rested in the sun. Dillon passed me once and spoke with a casual “Hi Jake” but never sat down. He may have been self-conscious knowing I heard Bryan telling him to get lost. Like I said earlier, he is a bit unusual at times, but gives a hell of a blow job. There are 10 star talents in the worst of us. Go figure.
That evening a tap came to the door. It was Dillon.
“What’s up” I asked
“A peace offering”
“Why do I need a peace offering? I don’t even know what that means.” I said
“I’m not as clever as I think I am.” Dillon said
“I know.”
“You know Jake, he began – “Bryan isn’t all that hot after all. I’m sure he’s gay. I just think he didn’t like me coming on to him.”
“Suppose so” I mumbled
“Is that all you can say, ’suppose so’? I am pouring out my humiliation to you and all I get is…I suppose so?” He said, getting a little worked up.
Geeze cut the drama. Bryan is nineteen; to him you’re an old faggot. You’re not of course, (old that is) but to a kid that age, the picture is different.
“Yeah, I know.” He replied “I know”
“How ‘bout a beer/” I asked
“Got any coffee?”
“Sure”
“Make it coffee – black” He said
I stood in the doorway with my khaki pants clinging tightly to my spread legs. My hands were on my hips suggesting a pose. The pulled fabric covering my crotch made a bulge stick out like a fruit basket between my legs. Dillon started rubbing me through my clothes like a hungry whore.
“Is this for me?” He asked
“Yeah, if you sit on it.” I said
“Auh, don’t know – do you think it will fit? It’s awfully big.” He said teasing me.
We stripped our clothes off at the same time and started mauling each other. I called him a few crude names and he chased me down the hall into the bedroom. We fell on to the bed laughing and wrestling. It was enthusiastic for sure, but dumb for men our age to act girlish.
We hadn’t fooled around for about 2 weeks and lack of lust raised its groveling head dragging us into a den of combustion. We were horny as hell.
Dillon was tickling me and my arms were raised above my head, slapping him away, in a fit of laughter. He stopped ticking and started licking under my arm. It was an uninhabited feeling that got me hotter than I thought possible. He licked away and went from one armpit to another. I laid there like a street tramp letting him do it and going wacky with desire. My cock was so hard, I could have fucked plywood.
“You like that. Don’t you? - I said
“Yeah, I do,” he answered
“Get back in there,” I commanded.”
Dillon continued licking my armpit and jerking me off at the same time. Any thoughts of fucking him had disappeared. I was enjoying this too much to stop now. I couldn’t resist the movement of his hand. He had me unloading a river of cum all over myself.
“How was that cowboy? He asked
“Phew pretty powerful, I said - I may never move again, I’m drained and slippery.”
“Good, don’t move” He said. “Just lie right there.”
Dillon laid his naked body on top of me breathing wildly, talking sexy and taking licks on my face. He pushed his dick back and forth through the sticky white mess on my stomach. He got himself off by rubbing against me. It was awesome like December turning into May.
We wiped off using the same towel and went into the kitchen still naked, for the coffee that was waiting patiently.
After a few minutes of sipping coffee, I stood up. - “C’mon” I said and he followed me to the bathroom.
We soaked in the Jacuzzi wearing cowboy hats and Dillon stayed the night. We slept together with our naked warm bodies resting side by side.
Dillon’s wife Amy (now estranged) was in Fort Wayne staying with her parents. He never said a word about Amy leaving. I didn’t know much about it, but I am curious enough to find out.
“This shifty cowboy is jam-packed with surprises.” – I told myself.
Everything has a way of coming together quickly then separating like egg whites. For a while, Dillon and I hooked together whenever possible. We both had screwy work schedules so it was always spontaneous when the zippers came down. The chemistry that brought us together in the first place, was really cool. The times we got off together were awesome, but with Dillon, one never knew when a repeat performance was about to happen.
The emails slowed down, but not to a complete stop. We did, however, discontinue the trash talk and our writing became normalized. There was more writing than action, which could be at times frustrating.
What I missed most, was Dillon lying on top of me naked and talking into my ear with his deep arousing voice. It was a keen ‘turn-on’ hearing him talk sexy. There was definitely star power in Dillon’s words. He may have been a joker, a liar and a cheat but he had unique style that left you drained in the bedroom...
Amy was seldom mentioned in casual conversation. To learn news about her, one had to ask. However, I asked nothing, and felt Dillon respected me for not probing into his married life. She was no longer living in the apartment and he was by himself, at least most of the time.
There were incidents, where the ‘catch of the day’ Dillon invited inside for fun and exercise. It didn’t distract me and I didn’t care. No really, I didn’t care. Dillon to me is a “get off” toy which is a crummy thing to say, but nevertheless true. We are well-matched when our naked bodies entertain one another. It’s pretty good stuff when you think about it that way.
Dillon took two weeks off from work, and asked me to watch his apartment.
“What are you planning? I asked him.
“It’s not glamorous, it will probably be horrible.” He replied
“Ewe. That sounds dreadful.”
“I know, but I have to face up to it and go to Indiana. Amy’s there and things need straightening out.”
“Tell her you’re gay, and you like cock. That should do it.” I said
“Jesus, Napoleon, that’s brilliant. She already knows, I’m gay but that’s all she knows. That is, until she walked in on me and Lester in the Community Room.”
“Lester?”
“Yup, that’s right - Lester”
“Are you saying – Lester the hot looking black security guard, with a killer dick?”
“I’m saying…”
“You slut - Lester is straight; he’s married with a bunch of rug rats running around. He’s a lot of man and he likes the ladies. What can you do for him; unless it’s your warm mouth he wanted” I said.
“It was.” Dillon answered sounding a little weak. “That’s exactly what he wanted.”
“We were alone drinking in the clubhouse laughing and fooling around when one thing led to another. I’m not going into details, but Amy walked in and Lester was straddling my face with his dick was in my mouth. It was a struggle, chocking on that big black cock, but I wanted to do it. I was holding on to his bare ass and didn’t see her. My underwear was around my ankles. I must have looked like a Green Street whore giving head.
When I got to the apartment, all hell broke loose, as you can well imagine. A lot of cruel things were said, mostly by me, and it was not pretty. She didn’t like a dick in my mouth. I told her that is what gay men do. She said it was nasty. I said it was delicious. She knew she married a gay man, and I don’t think it was so much the sex, as it was, the way I treated her. I have to make it right. I’m such a prick, the way I love sex.
“You’re certainly good at it – the sex, - I mean.”
“Thanks” Dillon replied embarrassed by the story.
“So you are going to Indiana with a heavy heart and apologies on your lips.” I said
“Call it what you will. Amy and I have our differences, but she didn’t deserve the treatment I put her through defending myself, when it’s was clear, I am a pig.”
“I never heard of a queer pig.” I mumbled trying to sound cute.
“Don’t be a wise-ass. You know what I mean.”
“Sorry.”
“Yeah, me too.” He replied
“Would you keep an eye on the apartment and water the plants about every three days. Give them enough water until it runs out the bottom, but don’t let them set in water, okay””? I’ll leave you a key.” Dillon asked
“Sure, text me every day or so and let me know what’s going on.” I said.
“Okay…..and the mail. Would you collect the mail and hold it for me? He asked
“Yup”
“You’re a good man Jake.”
“I know –Just don’t forget that queer boy.” I said grinning like a fool.
“You’ve got it dude”, he said laughing and giving me a little wink. Dillon seemed to feel better after talking about Lester and the problem he had with Amy.
Several days passed and I received my first text from Dillon – It simply read……………. “All is fine.”
I didn’t reply. I just waited for the dust to settle. As the days fell off the calendar, I became hornier than a dessert toad... My hand was my savior and lube was the answer to slippery. Until the right thing comes along, this will do” I thought to myself.”
Later in the week, I was picking out a few items in the food market. I was checking out the vegetables when somebody spoke to me.
“If you like spinach, it was just unpacked, so it’s fresh. It will make you big and strong.”
“I’m already big and strong.” I replied
“Yeah, that’s a given”…said the young man who’s shopping cart was pushed up against mine. You sure are.” He added
“Do I know you? I mean you look familiar.” I said
I’m Bryan, one of the life guards at Beaver Pond. You probably have seen me at the pool.
“Yes sir, you sure are.” I told him smiling and repeating what he just said to me.
“You probably didn’t recognize me with my clothes on…..that’s a joke, that’s a joke.” He said laughing
“I’m Jake. I live at Beaver Pond, but you probably already knew that.”
“I did” He replied
“We chatted for a few minutes, blocking the aisle with shopping carts, and then went separate ways.
By the time I reached my car in the parking lot, Bryan was behind me. He was parked in the row in front of my Honda.
“We gotta stop meeting like this” Bryan said laughing
“I know, the neighbors are beginning to talk.” I whispered, trying to keep up with his humor.
“Where you headed” He asked
“Well, I’m headed home. It’s a place called Beaver Pond. You probably never heard of it.”
“I may have. Is that the place with the cute blond life guard who hangs out poolside. You know, the sexy one?” He asked
“Hum, I’m not certain about that. The lifeguard at Beaver Pond is really skinny, with a shaved head and loaded with freckles. Maybe his hair is blond, but I wouldn’t call him sexy”
We both started to giggle and laugh. “You’re okay,” said Bryan.”
“Yeah, I know. You’re okay too.”
“Would you like to stop for a pizza? Mama-Tony’s brick oven pizza just opened this week. It’s the new place where the burger joint used to be. I hear the pizza is the best. Wanna go?” Bryan asked
“Hot!! That’s a surprise, a young guy asking an old guy for a date.”
“It’s not a date – its pizza. You’re not an old guy. You’re just right. The forties are the new thirties. Jesus man, you’re a package, you’ve got a mirror, check it out.”
“One day at the pool didn’t I hear you tell another man in his forties, to get lost?” I asked
“Probably, I didn’t like that person. When someone keeps pestering you, it’s time to say ‘go away.’ Gay cruisers are constantly trolling life guards for a hook up. I like to do my own choosing, like right now, for example.”
“So what about the pizza?” Bryan asked
“Some other time would work. I’m expecting company, can’t do it.” I told him
“Okay,” He answered, playing like he didn’t care if I went or not. He continued unloading his shopping cart, not bothered by anything.
I lied. I had no company. I knew that Bryan was gay and outgoing. He was also quite pushy. I wasn’t sure I liked that trait about him. I think it was his age. Young gay men like to impose their decisions on to others, and that’s pushy. Bryan fit that mold, although I doubt he recognized it. Despite everything, he was sexually hot as a pistol.
I found out from Teddy that he was 21 years old so his interest in me was confusing. I’m not stupid and I got the message that he preferred older men. That was obvious. Maybe he was looking for a ‘daddy’ I have to admit the prospect of being his daddy even for one day was tempting. I couldn’t stop thinking how good a bad boy could be. He was nearly flawless with the bloom of a youthful body. There was plenty one could do with a tender chicken like Bryan.
On the drive home, my crotch was swollen. My dick moved around in my pants and pushed against my underwear. It had Bryan’s name on it. Damn, I thought. I should have gone for the pizza. Good lord when will I ever learn?
Another week passed and Dillon was still in Indiana. His mail accumulated, and most of it looked like junk mail. I checked his mailbox and put the mail inside the apartment. The plants were happy. They got watered as needed. The only thing missing was Dillon’s talented mouth. I thought about that, I must admit. But that’s the way it goes, I reminded myself.
The following day was Friday. I just finished homemade vegetable soup that I brought home from the country club for lunch. It was excellent with fresh baked Italian bread, covered in butter. I usually drink water, but instead I squigged down a glass of lemon tea.
From the kitchen window, I could see the parking areas used by the tenants in our building. Dillon’s car, a grey and silver Subaru, pulled in and parked. Dillon was back with two days to spare. I watched him as he unloaded his car and came into the building.
I planned today on running errands, stopping at the bank and washing my car, but now, all that would have to wait. I thought Dillon would want to talk, and I’m curious enough to be nosey and smart enough to listen.
Behind Dillon’s trim body and exquisite deep voice, was a boy saturated with wit and charm. He is not sensitive, but this time I feared he would need a shoulder on which to unwind. Being naughty, was a given for Dillon. He was certainly no angel, but he was my friend and I liked him…..a lot.
Dillon was home less than a half hour when he text me with a short message.
It read……. “Hey cowboy I’m next door – wrangle your butt over here. Got a foot in both places”
I read the message a couple of times trying to figure out what he was trying to say. “A foot in both places” - didn’t make sense to me, but that was Dillon. Often he didn’t make sense, unless you really knew him.
I changed into a pair of faded jeans and a white tee shirt. My chest filled the fabric of the shirt across my abs and my arms looked tanned and rugged (not too rugged, but totally wholesome). The junk below my belt was the real deal. I’m not a muscular alpha dude, just sexy. As a matter of routine, I put on my black cowboy hat and felt complete. After stacking a few plates in the dishwasher, I was ready to go across the hall to my buddy Dillon.
“How you doin?” I asked Dillon as he handed me a bottle of Budweiser.
“I’m good – yeah I’m okay” He answered
”How’s Indiana?” I asked
“It’s still there.”
“Excellent garth, and your other half, how is she doing?” I asked
“Jake, I went to see Amy to get my head straight and do some major suck up apologizing. It helped because we are still friends but that’s about it. We started dating in college and she knew I was gay, but said it didn’t matter. So you understand we’ve been an item for years. I’m 42 years old. Well, it does matter, as we found out being married and living together. People say a piece of paper doesn’t change a thing. That’s bullshit. It changes everything. Before we were married our relationship was open. I hooked up occasionally with guys and Amy was never bothered by it. She did tell me to use condoms if I fucked around. Which of course I did. After we got married, gay stuff bothered her and eventually everything bothered her. It was a matter of time before the manure hit the fan. I think we both knew someday that was going to happen.
We did go to some lesbian bars and she pretended that she liked it; but I knew better. Sex with Amy isn’t the same for me as it is with a guy. Take you, for example, you turn me on like brush fire. Amy can’t do that for me, - “I’m not a refined person, just a freakin looser.” Dillon blurted out.
“Yes, you are. You sometimes lose because you don’t think things though. You make up wild stories like Amy is a lesbian and you hung together checking out gay bars.” “Why do that?”
“I don’t know. I wanted you to think I was experienced. But I soon got past that foolishness.”
“So what are you going to do? Is Amy coming back to the apartment?”
“Nope. We’re separated and getting divorced. Yup, going separates ways. She told me that I had a foot in two places. One in her life and one in gay. It’s not a matter of choice, destiny has chosen for me. I am content being gay.”
“I know – I get it. Can you break the lease on your apartment? You are tied into that deal until December” I reminded him
“Yeah, that’s a problem. I’ll talk with Teddy and see what I can do. The furniture is going in storage until Amy’s dad can arrange to bring it to Indiana. This fiasco is a mess, but I brought it on myself. Understanding comes hard sometimes but it’s worth it in the end. One can’t go on messing up all the time. It’s not fair to other people.” He said
“No it’s not fair. Are you moving to town?” I asked
“I don’t want to. I can’t plan anything until I find out if I have to honor the lease. I may have to sleep on the floor until December.”
“You could strip naked for Teddy. I’m sure that would give you some advantage.”
“That’s not going to happen. I’d rather sleep on the floor.” Dillon said harshly.
“Or – with me,” I said
“Or – with you. He replied
“Let’s see what can be worked out with Teddy and the lease, then take it from there. What do you say?” I asked
“I say, I am not encouraging Teddy in any way, It just isn’t happening.” He replied
“I know….I was joking about stripping naked. – It was a joke.”
“Saturday is a busy day at the rental office. How about Monday, and I’ll go with you, if you like?” I said.
“Okay thanks, I was planning on Monday anyway,” he answered
“Yeah okay”
For the next two day, Saturday and Sunday, we hung together constantly. On Saturday Dillon and I played golf at the country club followed by dinner at the clubhouse. It was the best time I had in ages. Dillon was so my type and I couldn’t stop looking at him. The feeling was mutual; he clung to me like a real boyfriend. It was nice. At night I got one of his fabulous blowjobs. We sweated together and I willingly got raped. That was even nicer.
For the next couple of days, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was responding the same way. I would touch him when we passed and he kissed me before sitting next to me. The touching promised more than just friends. We could sense something happening, but nothing was put into words. It wasn’t cutesy teen age crap. It was real.
Dillon called the rental office on Monday and spoke with Teddy. He was going over to talk with him but it didn’t happen. We were finishing breakfast and slurping the last of the coffee, when a knock came to the door. It was Teddy.
“Good morning – good morning, you lucky luscious people, he bellowed out at us.
Dillon spoke with me this morning and I understand the situation. Ah, yes - yes, I understand completely. Gotta tell you Dillon….I feel your pain. Don’t you just love it? – Bill Clinton, you know”
“Get to the point Teddy……please”
“Here’s what I suggest. Teddy said.
“Dillon you give up apartment #4 and Jacob you give up your apartment #2.
In this building #8 is available and it is larger with two bedrooms. And you get 2 baths and a den. And yes, before you ask, it comes with a Jacuzzi. If you men would share that apartment, I can write you a new lease. It is a little more expensive but that’s trivial. I’ll simply inform the building owners, (should they ask) you upgraded to a different apartment. You may lose your security deposit on the old apartments but let’s see what I can do for you boys.” Teddy said sounding more business-like than dramatic.
“What do you think Jake? Want to room with me? Dillon a sked
I melted inside with emotion. It sounded perfect to me and I had to answer before the feeling passed me by.
“Yeah, great, it sounds great. We’ll take apartment #8.”
“Splendid;” Teddy answered. We can go look at it right now. I want you men to be sure. “You can’t move in yet for a few days. We repaint and shampoo the carpet. Management does that every time before an apartment is rented.
Apartment #8 was repainted, shampooed, windows washed and looked spotless. The kitchen stove was removed and replace with a new one straight from the shipping carton. We were going deluxe.
Amy had their old apartment emptied, but Dillon kept personal things including the bedroom furniture. That he moved to number 8.
Moving was easy, we simply carried everything across the hall and in no time, we were in.
Nothing was organized and the two of us sat among boxes strewed everyplace, looking at one another, deciding what to do next.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Dillon asked
“I think I am - look at my crotch.” I said spreading my legs. Dillon could turn me on with a look or the sound of his voice. Take a pick – I was branded to his will.
“Jesus Jacob,” Every time I see that puppy stirring around in your pants, when you move, I want to attack you. You’ve got a butt that doesn’t know stop. Am I fuckin lucky or – what? He said.
“You got it wrangler, but not as lucky as me. You bring out the wild in us and we do wayward but fitting things. I want to love you forever” I said, as I took off my shirt. Dillon checked me out like eye candy. He liked my butt, but my chest turned him on every time. I was his to play with and he knew it.
“Now, that’s what I call gallery luscious” He said to me.
Dillon took his shirt off and also his pants. He was everything I wanted in a boyfriend. I knew it would be awhile, before my heart would once again beat normal. This steed was the real deal. I loved him more than anything.
I copied him and dropped my pants to the floor. Soon we were facing each other wearing only underwear briefs. Dillon pulled off his underwear and tossed it to me. It hit me in the face. I tossed back and we had a brief underwear snowball fight. We broke out in laughter rolling around on the floor. Yes, we were naked.
He fingered my butt and I held his dick in my hand as it gently throbbed. Dillon was a lot of man and he wanted what he wanted. As for me, I would do anything.
“Somebody’s going to get fucked,” he whispered in my ear.
“You think so, huh?
“Oh yeah, I do” he answered
We kissed passionately with enough love to fill the room. Dillon was correct “Somebody was going to get fucked…” His cock slid deep inside me and it was perfect passion. He gave remarkable blowjobs, but he could fuck even better. We were made for each other.
We lay together like we did so many times before basking in the glow of lust – but Dillon called it love because it felt so right. I wholeheartedly agreed.
“You know something Jake.” Dillon said “For an old man you still got it going on.” Then he pinched my ass and licked my ear.
“You know something Dillon. “For a roaming troll, I’m keeping and loving you.” I said, holding his face and tasting his mouth.
“I love you more.” He replied
I placed a cowboy hat on my head standing naked. Dillon copied me like he usually did. I wished I had taken a selfie of us naked, wearing only Stetson hats. Not to toss around conceit, but man did we look cool standing side by side naked cowboys; another time I’ll take that selfie. Sure, I’ll do just that.
I quietly grabbed Dillon by his butt and gave him a little push. Together, we headed for the Jacuzzi and held hands under the hot water. It was silly, but it felt right.
As long as people live on the same planet, everyone has their own destiny. You have to make the choice that feels right for you. Dillon and I made that choice. We were in love, we were together, and we were home.
The months passed living in our new apartment and we became closer, if that was even possible. When Halloween rolled around Teddy held a costume party at the community center and Dillon and I attended dressed like, (what else) Wyatt Earp and Doc Holiday. That was a surprise to no one. Everybody knew we were a couple of trail drovers and we loved it.
At the party, Bryan put the moves on Dillon trying to arrange a threesome using himself as a boy toy servicing the both of us. Bryan asked me the same thing standing so close that his crotch touched my leg. The kid was built, I’ll give him that. He was not shy by any stretch and wanted us both.
I asked Dillon. “What do you think, wanna do it?”
Dillon answered “Do you?”
There was about 6 seconds of silence and we both said at the same time.
”Naw - Let’s go home.”
The End.
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Posted: 07/06/18