******

By the time one finds the person they always wanted, you lack the energy to enjoy them. Not so, when it came to Joseph Bernowsky, this is his story. 

******

There is a mood at sunrise shared quietly and most beautifully in ones thoughts. It is tiring to explain and no reason to try. One just has to be there. Joe stirred in bed stretching his legs straight out trying to get comfortable. The sun was peeking between the slats in the window blinds, hitting him directly in the eye.

“One more hour,” he said aloud talking to himself – “alright a half hour.” He rolled over seizing the bright light in his eye once again. “Fifteen minutes, fifteen lousy minutes,” he mumbled, as if bargaining with a gypsy, then without hesitation, he got up. His feet hit the floor slipping into comfortable slippers, and he headed to the bathroom. It was a vivid reminder of the morning, and nothing out of the ordinary. What else can one do at such a routine moment in time?

After a breakfast of oatmeal, with a mug of double chocolate cocoa, he felt like a million bucks and went outside. The day was delightful with warm temperature and even a warmer sun.

Joe sat for about twenty minutes, on a bench in front of the family house he inherited from his parents, who were gone now. Joseph, retired from a job in a glove factory, where he ran machinery cutting leather fingers for all types of gloves. He never liked that job, but it paid well and he was secure having a paycheck deposited in his bank account every week. He was not wealthy, but comfortable, very comfortable. However, Joe wanted one thing. He lacked a true friend. For Joseph, companionship, love and sex, still mattered. He was sixty, but sixty, being the new forty, kept Joe a player in the game. “Well, it‘s a nice thought anyway.”

He would often think how crazy the world was with an assortment of crackpot people accepted as normal, simply because they looked normal. People over react about everything, nevertheless Joe decided to keep his emotions out of things relying on common sense. It seemed to work for him, although at times he felt lost and empty, always alone by himself.

The morning was warm and Joe brought with him a bottle of spring water. He took a swig every few minutes, as the sun bore down on his face. His neighbor, Mary Ellen Bernosi, would visit, just to chat, but stayed in her yard hanging on the rail fence separating the two properties.

“Yoo-hoo Joseph, such a lovely morning. “ How about having a nice cold glass of beer? I have paper cups, and can run it over to you.”

“It’s 9:00 o’clock in the morning. Are you silly woman? Thank you, but NO thank you.” Joe replied.

“Oh, I forgot you’re a gay man – sorry, just being neighborly.” She replied.

“It’s still 9:00 in the morning, what does gay, have to do with anything?”

“My mistake,” she replied. You’re not a wild royal gay man, screaming to have a good time...”  

”You mean a screaming Queen,” replied Joe, annoyed with her constant chatter. “No, I am not that.”

“Whatever,” she answered. “It’s all too bizarre for me to understand,” Joe heard Mary Ellen mumbling to herself.

“Good grief,” chuckled Joe with thoughts trickling through his head. That woman is annoying.

******

Teddy the mail carrier handed him a bundle of mail wrapped with an ink-stained rubber band. Teddy was a character and would joke and flirt with folks, (male or female) along his route. Teddy teased or complimented everybody, depending what he could get away with.

"Well, you have a good day," shouted Teddy, waving one hand in the air and walking back to his mail truck.

"That's my plan," Joe, shouted back, then mumbling quietly, "jackass."

The day was off to a roaring start. A white truck drove by and then a few minutes later, it drove by again. The truck lettered in green and white script, ‘GARDENING DONE RIGHT' with a phone number, but no address.

This time it stopped and a man in jeans, wearing a light green tee shirt, got out. He had reddish brown hair with a short stubble beard and walked, to where Joe was sitting on the bench

"Is this your property?" he asked.

"Hello to you too," said Joe.

"Oh yeah, – `hello' – “Is this your property?" repeated the truck driver.

"Yup, why do you ask?"

"I am an independent landscaper and all-around handy man. I drive by here every day; well, practically every day. Your place could use some help. My name is Vince. I do landscaping. "

"I'm Joe. I cannot swing a landscaping project at this time. I’m working inside painting, and can’t think about landscaping. For now, it will just have to remain lawn."

Joe was holding his mail however; his glance zeroed on vine’s crotch, exactly where his eyes should not be. He took another swig of water and looked through the mail. It was mostly junk with politicians asking for donations, tools on sale, and good jobs for tapping trees in Vermont running with maple sap.

"Ahh fuck" said Joe still holding his mail and taking another swig of water from the bottle. “Here I go again.”

"What's the matter?" said Vince. "Is something bothering you?" he repeated.

"Yeah," admitted Joe. “I’m wondering what the catch is?"

"No catch man I am an honest landscaper with my own business.

Okay, I know you are gay and I thought we could be friends. I like being around mature people, if you want me to leave, I apologize, for talking this way and will leave – not a problem."

"No, don't leave," said Joe. ”Tell me more, differences is where we find the truth. However, to Joe, it still sounded like there was a catch someplace.”

There was no desire to chase him away. Vince was different acting and probably a jerk, but men seldom come along, interested in talking to Joe. Besides, Vince had sweetness about him that Joe found intriguing.

"You’re better at this ‘friendly stuff,’ than I expected. Scoot over man and let me sit down," mumbled Vince.

Joe stood up holding his mail. “C’mon, let’s move to the enclosed porch. I have a neighbor who misses nothing, and talks about everything.

The porch wrapped around the side of the house to the back yard. It was private and away from the noise on the street, plus the neighbors. Joe had no particular reason for privacy except he was a private person, and never advertised, or as some people say, “flaunted” himself for attention.

“Good looking porch,” Vince stated sitting down in a comfortable rocker. It was one of the chairs left to him by his grandmother. Rumor has it, the two rocking chairs were used in the Carol Burnett show. Harvey and Carol rocked side by side as seniors, Bert and Molly. Joe didn’t know for certain, so he didn’t boast about the rocking chairs.

Joseph wasn’t a man who eyed other men as a conquest. What he thought to himself, was entirely another matter. He liked picturing people naked. Sometimes it was arousing and other times downright silly.

They rocked in the famous chairs talking about everything, even about sex but nothing vulgar. “What do you do for a Boy’s night out,” Vince asked.

“Not much, but send me a man who’s not too bright, and I’ll think of something.” Joe replied trying humor, but sounding like an idiot. It was a lousy idea and Vince didn’t seem amused.

“No can do, I don’t know anyone not too bright. Would a handy man with a rusty beard be of any interest to you,” claimed Vince barley looking at Joe. “I know where you can find one of them,” he coyly muttered.

"You're a regular Robin Hood?" said Joe "No guy talks that way to another man, unless they are horny, drunk, or gay."

"I am whatever you say I am," replied Vince blushing but remaining polite. "I am not drunk just horned up for sure," he continued.

"That's cool," said Joe.

"Yeah - sure, everything is cool," Vince humbly agreed.

Vince leaned back trying to look casual, showing off the bottom half of his body. He was trim and had good-looking legs. Joe wondered what it would be like having Vince straddling his face. However, it was fantasy, and nothing like that would ever happen.

"How old are you?" asked Vince.

"For what?"

"Pretty nosey – huh?"

"Nah, when it comes to age, pick a number and I’ll agree with it," replied Joe who was not burly, but had a good body, sexy in a mature eager way. It sounded weird' having Vince, (a stranger) ask about age. He thought only teenagers did something like that.

"That was easy to figure out," said Joe, “You’re gay.”

"What part?" inquired Vince?

"Gayness doesn’t come in parts. It is just who you are.”

"I am gay, but keep pretty much to myself. That’s why I thought we might be friends,” Vince admitted.

“Sounds good, I’m down for that. Okay, we are friends,” agreed Joe.

Vince, sitting next to him, seemed charged and energized. Nature had been kind, and quite generous. It showed looking at his body.

“I should get out of here. I have one more customer to see about a dying shrub. I’m a good business man, and take care of my customers. I will replace the shrub.

"That is the simplest thing to do," said Vince. "Give me a number where I can reach you."

“Okay, I’ll do that, expecting a follow up from you, so hang on to the number. Also, bring a roller and a paint brush too," Joe said, grinning.

"I’ll do that," replied Vince, standing to leave. “Is there something you need painted?” he replied very business-like. “Give me something to do and keep me busy. I’m handy, ready to do your bidding. Vince was an example of not judging a book by its cover. The man, people saw on the outside, didn’t compare with the man naked, Joe was positive about that, but time will tell. Vince was no kid; in his forties and pistol hot, something he hid well from the public. He seemed like the prize behind door number one. With that, Vince unbuckled and let his pants and underwear drop to the floor. “Inventory – I just want to show you what I’m talking about.”

“I wouldn’t call you bashful, that is splendor in the crotch, Joe replied fixated on a plump cannon dick with matching balls. For sure, Joe called it right; Vince was a prize!

“Tap it,” said Vince. “I’m not the best-looking man on the block. I realize that, but the body is manly, do you agree with that?” he asked, placing Joe’s hand on his chest smooth with fuzz and moisture.

“I agree with that,” said Joe. “You shouldn’t be putting hungry thoughts in my head. I’m older, but I am a coyote. I could tear that up. Joe saw some furry hair under Vince’s arms and he had the sudden desire, to get his face in there and nibble his way to victory.

The gay thoughts were not typical Joe, but on the same token, this was not typical Vince either. The touching stopped, and Vince pulled up his clothes tucking the shirt and lucky jeans, back in place. He was finished advertising. Vince had just stabbed him with naughty thoughts. Now he wanted what he saw. It happened so fast amounting to so little, except it pays to advertise.

About fifteen minutes later Vince called Joe. “I am not seeing my customer today after all, I can do that tomorrow. Been riding around horned up with Pecker Pete, (don’t laugh) wanting some company. Can I come back now?” He asked. “I’ll worry about tomorrow – tomorrow!”

“Absolutely, get yourself back here.” Joseph replied.

The doorbell rang. – Vince was standing outside talking to Joe on his phone. He was that certain, Joe would open the door.

Vince looked different from only an hour ago. It had to be Joe’s imagination, or testosterone flooding his brain.

“Get your ass in here!” mumbled Joe.

Vince kicked the door shut behind him. He held Joe, cheek to cheek. His tongue ran across Joe’s ear.

“Is this making sense?” asked Joe.

“I don’t have to make sense, I’m Italian,” Vince replied. He was forward about what he wanted. – I hope you’re hungry daddy love.”

******

******

Attraction to one’s gender is stirring desire leading to sex followed by lust, gratification, and worthwhile memories. Joe wasn’t a man of lust, but had a strong desire for Vince floating around in his mind.

Vince had been lying on Joe’s bed for the last ten minutes. They were kissing like teenagers on prom night. I know you are going to say this is not right; but I have had enough of not right.” Vince mumbled in Joe’s ear.

“Man, I have to give myself credit,” exclaimed Vince stripping off his own clothing, one item at a time. The clothes he tossed on the floor and he underwear for last. That was something he wanted Joe to remove like opening a birthday gift.

Vince stretch out asked Joe to remove his underwear. “C’mon buddy, pull them off, so you can get to know me. Don’t be shocked, I talk that way, but I am a decent person. Admittedly, I’m decent, but horny, every now and then.

“I can do that,” said Joe. “ See, I am as foul thinking, as you are verbal. As spoken in ‘ALL ABOUT EVE,’ “it’s going to be a bumpy night.” – “You can thank Bette Davis for that one.”

“Who’s Bette Davis? Vince asked.

“Good grief – A waitress at the airport terminal!” declared Joe changing the subject immediately. “I bet he never heard of Audie Murphy either,” he thought to himself. It was the sign of the times.

Joe, always seeming proper, had no inhibitions what so ever. He rubbed against Vince’s cheek like a teen-age boy playing with his friend in grandpa’s barn.

“Take the first inch, and you will get five more,” joked Vince as Joe slobbered lovingly between Vince’s hairy legs. There wasn’t a sin, he hadn’t committed at least once. They were both too mature for “love at first sight,” thinking that was nonsense; but sex at first sight, was different. Right now, they only cared about being different, and it was obvious the way hands and faces explored the luxury of the flesh - sex, not love, mattered.

Age was nothing, and they believed that. Joe was solid with a hard body and a stern, but handsome face, to be sure. Nobody paid attention to time, being together these two men appeared happy. An aura clung to them like rays of sunlight, “How do you feel,” asked Vince.

“I can’t afford to have feelings, just living is hard enough.” Joe replied.

“Was it that bad,” Vince asked.

“BAD! – you’re the best, and living will be hard for me once you are gone.” Joe confessed.

“I’m returning, I have a few sins yet to do.” Vince admitted keeping the flame alive.

“Do you want to see other men? Joe asked.

“Not today.”

“Ha ha-ha, great answer,” giggled Joseph licking Vince’s neck. “Not today – that’s a good one.”

Moments later, they showered together soaping and playing with each other dropping soap and giggling. Joe rubbed Vince’s butt with soap and fingered him just for a reaction.

“Is that what you want to do?” mumbled Vince.

“Not today.”

“Copycat, how about next time, and the time after that. Anyway, I am going to paint the room for you,” agreed Vince.

“I was kidding about painting!”

“I’m not! I am going to paint the room.”

The water ran down over Vince’s face trickling through his unshaven copper colored reddish whiskers. He stuck out his tongue and Joe caught the water on his whiskers with his mouth and sucked on Vince’s tongue. They clicked together so well, it was frightening.

“I don’t know what is happening any more, do you?” Joe asked.

“I know you like me, and we don’t need a speech.”

“That’s a safe answer.”

“”I thought so.” Vince replied.

They are too real, to be characters in a gay story. There is no shortage of affection coming next.

******

They dressed and sat in the family room, which had a fireplace and entertainment center for listening to music. The room, somewhat out dated, however, Joe was a bit retro, and Vince liked that about him. He had a big screen TV and his computer in the room. A second laptop was in his bedroom, where he would watch gay porn on lonely nights. No, the keys were not stuck together.

They talked seriously about their lives from the younger years beginning with high school and the first time they had gay sex. Topic after topic was broadening like a biography confession of two nerds stretching the truth to sound popular. The talking went well and the stories were mostly truthful. Then it came to past sexual experiences, and the stories poured out like lying to congress. It was fantasy in the making.

“Who is the best story teller here?” asked Vince.

“You mean the most convincing liar?” Joe replied.

“Something like that!” 

“I was a scrawny dufus and class nerd,” began Vince. The only place I shinned was in French class (great accent) and the locker room in High school. I hated sports, however, my body, was better than most of the so-called jocks, who thought they were ‘hot stuff’ with cheerleaders for girlfriends. The disparity was I liked boys, and they liked the girls. Pretty cool, huh?” 

“How about you,” asked Vince? “Tell me a story!”

“It is pretty much the same for me, with the name calling. I was in middle school and I didn’t like hearing sissy, but queer didn’t bother me so much.”

“How come?”

“The name callers were dumb as rocks. Big deal, Most of the time, I didn’t know what they were talking about. I never went along with the crowd anyway. You cannot negotiate with morons trying to impress the girls at some weak person’s expense. Do we have to talk about this stuff?”

“Of course not, just one more thought,” said Vince.

“Okay”

“You are a fine looking man. You are sixty and look fifty. I bet when you were twenty, you had a lot of boyfriends.”

“Yeah pretty much…”

“Me too,” - Vince snuggled closer wrapping Joe’s arm around shoulder. It didn’t take a genius to see that Vince wanted affection, as much, if not more, than sex.

Joe kissed him and called Vince his ‘conquest of the month.’ It was a silly yet stirring moment where Vince reacted by pulling at Joe’s pant leg with his teeth, playing with him like a puppy.

Joe was confused, however, Vince was as happy as a pig snorting in mud. He was fun to be around and mighty good.

Time can change a man, and sometimes a person can do it. There seemed to be a change happening for Joe. He was secure and too wise to have romantic feelings for another person, it never lasted for very long; and then Vince comes along to rock his perfect little world.

Sweating over a willing stranger, Joseph was a top, a master fucker, and had the perfect tool for drilling a needy butt. He was comfortable now, and recognized that Vince was the pony he wanted to ride.

Vince rested his head on Joe’s legs, blowing warm breath air on his crotch. He was so playful, that Joe was feeling like a kid again. He slid his hand down the back of Vince’s jeans and held this flesh, giving it an occasional squeeze.

“I should be going,” mumbled Vince. “I live with my brother Kevin, and his wife, Jennifer. They have two kids, (both young ladies in middle school) and they adore their Uncle Vince, (that’s me)” he bragged but not overdoing it.

“Why not stay for supper? I can toss something on the grill.”

“Thanks, but got to run, and if I leave now, I can make it back in time without saying, I worked late.”

“Is it far?”

“Not bad, I live on Rossi Court. Do you know where that is in the North End of town?” Vince asked. That is where I keep my landscaping equipment, riding mower and tools. Did I mention, I am also a handy man?”

“Yes you did!”

“Oh good, then I did mention it!” commented Vince. I have a full week with outside landscaping. Can we paint next week? Vince asked.

“Paint? - Oh paint? - sure-sure, no rush on that!”

Vince left for the second time in one day, and Joe wondered what tomorrow would bring. He picked up the damp towels and tossed them into the hamper.

“Nice butt on that man – great hair, cool copper red and muscles - sweet hard muscles, furry legs, robust skin and a good kisser. Long smooth dick with balanced balls big, round and…..STOP – just stop,”  good lord, here I go again.” - He thought!

******

****** 

The dining room ceiling glistened to a snowy white as Vince completed the second coat of paint. Joe watched the last half hour as Vince stretched his arms rolling paint onto the ceiling. The rhythm of his body rolling and brushing paint brought pleasure to Joseph with cat eyes, and a vivid imagination.

Several weeks had gone by – well not really several, only three weeks, but it felt like several. Vince would stop by after work before going home. Most of the time they spent talking and lying together on the couch, watching television. Not every encounter meant sex, but when it did, it was great, simply great. Some folks would say they “Rocked,” and rocked, they did. Vince was refreshing to be around. He was easy going, smiled, and laughed, never complaining about anything. 

Joe was beginning to have feelings for Vince and didn’t want to ruin things by being a dirty old man; truthfully, “lewd thoughts” were in his dreams. Joe couldn’t help being human, it was as simple as that.

The conduct between these two characters appeared different and yet the same. Vince thought about Joe while planting, or edging somebody’s lawn or garden. It was quirky seeing Vince give Joe a kiss, even before the door closed. Joe wasn’t concerned about folks seeing him kiss a man. Closets no longer had doors on them, and nobody cared anyway. 

Joe watching Vince being an admitted bottom caused a rise in his pants. He was trying not to turn the day into a ‘fuck-fest.’ One has no idea how difficult that can be, - well yes, probably so, we have all been there, at one time or another.

“So whadda u think about the ceiling? How does she look there partner?” smiled Vince, with specks of white paint in his reddish- copper hair.

He was sitting on the ladder and his junk rested to one side of his crotch, like a dinner roll. Of course, Joe noticed. He always noticed Vince front to back.

Joe stood in front of Vince, still sitting on the ladder. He put his arms around his thighs and his face in his crotch mumbling, just whimpering noise with his face on the bump in his pants.

“Well, so much for the ceiling,” said Vince, cheerfully speaking and rubbing his fingers, dotted with dry paint, through Joe’s hair. He kept Joe’s head between his legs.

“The ceiling is beautiful,” mumbled Joe without looking up. The sound muffled with his head walled off by jeans and underwear. Vince would get instantly hard, at such a superb moment.

“You didn’t even look at it,” declared Vince, raising Joe’s head from his crotch. Up, daddo, look up.”

“Of course, I saw it finished. I have been watching you paint. Did you know the muscle in your arm moves when you go back and forth? Did you know that your butt, pulls tight when you stretch?”

“I knew you were watching, but honestly thought you were looking at the ceiling. Vince replied.

“Yeah right! - what ceiling?” Joe asked.

“Ewe, I see where I have work to do! You know what ceiling!”

Vince slid down the ladder into Joe’s arms. He held Vince for a second and kissed him not once but several times. “The ceiling looks beautiful” admitted Joe. “You are gifted with know-how.”

“I was never successful having a boyfriend, they always seemed to stray off and that was that. Consequently, I thought I didn’t need anybody,” confessed Vince. “Does that make any sense?”

“Sure somewhat! That’s the way life goes – full of surprises, we should work on the surprises, everybody needs somebody,” said Joe. “C’mon, let’s get cleaned up. I am taking you out to dinner,” continued Joe, getting his hand down the back of Vince’s pants.

“Dang, you like squeezing my butt, your hand goes there every time.” giggled Vince.

“Yep, I do –you’re custom made, the way I see it. I want you for dessert, to have today and keep for tomorrow. Where do you want to go tonight?” inquired Joe, sneaking a kiss once again.

“I feel like Molly Brown because “I’ll never say no to you,” however, can’t we just stay here?” Vince asked. 

“Sure, of course, we can. I was trying to do something nice for you.”

“Vince was speechless not having a comfortable reply, so he remained still staring into Joe’s dark brown eyes. Vince knew something hot that Joe could do for him, and it only took some lube. Joe was equipped with everything needed for butt plugging. Vince loved being massaged especially from the inside.

 “How about a Jacuzzi soak to relax, does that sound like something you can handle?” Joe asked Vince.

“Will I get pollinated like a butterfly roaming a flower?”

“Most likely, but it’s more like gluing you to the mattress? You’re a whack job,” commented Joe. “You have more silly expressions!”

“No argument here,” Vince agreed. I’ve had lots of practice being whacky.”

“I know that you are a skillful painter – neat, professional, Oh hell - you know the routine,” continued Joe, trying to say something sensible but couldn’t. Joe thought he was a wizard with clever words, however, with Vince, ‘clever’ wasn’t happening. Bumbling was more like it.

Vince sat on Joe’s lap facing him, they rubbed noses, and Joe started to smirk. He was a serious person, becoming more helpless all the time. He didn’t care for rubbing noses. He was more inclined to toss Vince into bed, to hell with the nose business!

Vince put his arms around Joe’s neck, and Joe lowered him in his arms pulling his body closer pasting their lips together.

“You don’t really care about painting the bedroom walls, that’s not tops on your ‘to do’ list. What you really care about is me!” – “am I right?” whispered Vince sounding sexy in a deep voice.

“You ask too many questions,” Joe replied.

“I asked one question.”

Joe stood up with Vince in his arms. He was strong, and carried him to the bedroom lowering him onto the bed. “Yes, you sexy fucker, what, I care about, is you – damn straight.”

“Geeze, I feel like Scarlet O’Hara, whispered Vince.”

“You have the right color hair, but you are not Margaret Mitchell’s Scarlet; you’re a man, a warm exciting man, and I have you. Of course, we’ll stay here, whatever my ‘handy-man’ says, is what we’ll do,” agreed Joe, disappearing to fill the tub with hot water.

“This is like being married, rules, rules, rules,” Joseph mumbled quietly, so Vince couldn’t hear. He was joking, of course Vince meant everything to him.

They were two gay men testing each other; however, their human side showed glitter rocking on the edge of glib. It was evident by their honest behavior, why good people always win.

******

They took turns drying each other. Vince cradled Joe’s junk releasing a big sigh. “When do I get this?” asked Vince aroused by Joe’s naked body.

“Don’t ask questions!”

“Okay – no questions. Didn’t we just go through this?”

I’ve been thinking,” said Vince. “Let’s have dinner after all. I want to go with you. What do you say to that?” stammered Vince getting to the subject that interested Joe the most.

“I say be careful because I may never let you go. You drive me crazy, and the skimpy fooling around was only a teaser. Hell, I could be jailed for just thinking about you.” Joe admitted.

“You don’t have to tell me, I already know that.” Vince replied breathing rapidly. He was horny, and Joe was exceptionally willing, to behave like honeymooners, with piggish love and sex, with no ending in sight.

*****

****** 

Downtown Springfield at times, has a retro feel about it. At least Joseph felt that way about his beloved city. Perhaps it was his age talking, or perhaps just good taste. In any event, “THE SEVANTER,” an excellent down to earth restaurant, with a European flair, Vince chose for dinner.

“I love this place,” Vince remarked waiting for the waiter to bring menus.

“Is that because you did the landscaping out front?” Joseph chuckled, teasing just a little. Joe was observant, seeing the landscaping especially attractive. He knew that Vince had designed and planted it last Fall.

“Yup, exactly right along with fucking the owner in the storage room,” declared Vince. “Oh yeah, I love this place.”

“Yeow,” squealed Joseph grinning for lack of a comeback; you really are a slut, with garden dirt on your knees.

“I’m only kidding, I never did that! Didn’t you ever hear of a joke? ”

Vince’s comment was priceless and Joe knew he was joking. He said nothing more; however, that decision was short lived, and the talking continued.

******

“Gentlemen – gentlemen, it so good to see you again, my darling man Vincent!” A slender girlie acting waiter, named Ronnie, said to them. He was caring menus in his arm like schoolgirls carry notebooks.

“Who’s your ‘daddy’?” yapped Ronnie, starring at Joe, who only smiled. Joe felt like laughing, but only smiled. “What a jackass,” he quietly thought.

“Joe, this is Ronnie, a super nice guy, and a little forward,” said Vince introducing Ronnie to Joe.

“Don’t listen to a word he says darling, - I’m a lot forward, ha ha-ha.”

“I see that, and I won’t pay any attention to you, Tallulah,” Joe replied.

“Okay men, check the menu and I’ll be right back. Oh, and ‘butch’ it up, they know me in here,” Ronnie remarked in a deep voice before walking away.

“That’s Ronnie, one never knows what he is likely to say,” commented Vince.

“I think he’s a nut.”

“Nah, he’s harmless, well maybe a little nutty, but nobody cares,” confessed Vince. “He patted my butt one time when I was landscaping outside the restaurant last fall, mumbling “yummy.”

“Well, he does recognize something awesome when he sees it, I’ll give him that.”

******

“I’m back, you lucky people, what are we having tonight? The prime ribs are splendid and the gravy, I mean the beef juice, is simply gallant. It is warm and favorable seeping over the crevices in the meat – simply divine.

My, you are a good looking man,” Ronnie said to Joe zooming his eyes over his body. Indeed Vincent, now that is a man.

“Stand up Joseph, and let Ronnie see the bulge you’re hiding under that table,” giggled Vince. “C’mon, it will be just like Laramie!”

“I couldn’t do that, you wore me out today! – “Ronnie, you have no idea how wild Vincent can be.”

“Oh my….stammered Ronnie - baked or mashed potatoes?”

Ronnie walked away and Vince squeezed Joe’s hand just a little. “You’re a surprise a minute. I didn’t expect you to joke like that,” said Vince.

“I didn’t care for the ‘darling’ stuff. I hope I wasn’t sarcastic. See, I know how to joke around! I’m not that old.”

“No, of course you’re not!” – “What is next at the house? The ceiling is painted and I can do the walls tomorrow. I have a landscaping job, but that can wait,” said Vince. There is not much to it.

“No, if it’s a job, it shouldn’t wait. If you are supposed to be there tomorrow, than be there. It’s a job,” Joe stressed careful not to be dominating.

“If you want some help, I’ll go with you. I can dig. I can carry shrubs, and I know how to plant, you just have to tell me where,” said Joe.

“You would do that for me?”

“Of course.”

“I pay for labor by the hour. It may not be a lot, but I’m a little guy, not a big landscaper.”

“What a coincidence, I pay per hour for a painter, lawn moving, and a handy man. Likewise, not a lot, but I give bedroom benefits.” 

“I guess it’s a draw,” said Vince, however I don’t need any help tomorrow. It’s a small job, and the shrubs are already there waiting to be planted.”

******

By the time, they returned to the car, they had talked about everything. There was more talking during dinner than all week of being around each other.

Joe was especially happy connecting so well with Vince. He was a refreshing possibility for somebody to love. Joe was extremely careful tossing the ‘love’ word around. Gay people thrive on hook up, after hook up, after hook up, and each time, they think they are in love whenever the sex is great - so ridiculous.

Vince leaned back in the passenger seat almost dreamy eyed. “Thanks for dinner. Nobody had ever done that for me before.” He admitted.

“I hope nobody does, as of now, that is my job.” Joe softly whispered in Vince’s ear. He kissed him in the parked car not caring who was looking.

“Do you know what I feel like doing now?” said Vince.

“I can guess, but before you say another word, I am all in, just so you know.”

“I want to drain your dick and get laid until the sun comes up. Making love is a corny expression, but I want that too with kissing, licking and whatever else pops into my warped head,” confessed Vince. He no longer kept silent, he rambled on talking and talking mainly about love and sex. The time had come, for Joe to get on with it.

Joe started the car immediately. The talking was over; The way they met, the way they worked and fooled around together was slow and easy. They knew each other as friends having a warm reaction being together. That feeling had blossomed into an affair something they both recognized as needy for the lonely hours every gay person has experienced. Joseph finally had the man he wanted to love.

Joe swirled out of the parking lot heading the car back to the house. He didn’t want to speed, however he moved quickly, cheating a little here and there.

“I’m struggling keeping my paws off you and driving at the same time,” said Joe glancing at the man he thought was simply beautiful. He silently chuckled remembering Vince telling him he was not a pretty man. What bull that was. Yes, he was not pretty – he was gorgeous having confidence, with an ‘all you can eat’ body. Joseph loved every inch of him.

It felt like minutes, however much longer, when Joe pulled into his driveway not going into the garage. It was merely stop, park and get to the door. The past week was a rehearsal, for this was opening night.

******

******

The house was quiet and smelling like paint. Vince leaned against the wall just inside the closed door and Joseph held him touching and squeezing his butt. They didn’t go to the bedroom just yet. Instead, Joe led a willing Vincent to the living room couch.

“I’ve been thinking,” said Joseph.

“You have been doing a lot of that lately. Okay, let’s have it. What is daddo, pushing around in his head now?” mumbled Vince.

“How ‘bout you! - What have you been thinking?” quizzed Joe.

“Are we game playing here? I don’t care what you’re thinking.”

“It’s about you.”

“Then I care.”

Vince was infatuated, finding Joe captivating. Crotch was Vince’s idea of magic, and Joe seemed to have it. It wasn’t necessary for their friendship, but sex was there, and definitely a plus.

“So what have you been thinking about,” Vince asked for the second time.

“Stay tonight with me; not for an hour, but until morning, when we can wake up together.” Joe pleaded sitting next to Vince on the couch in the disheveled family room.

“Can I talk frankly without you thinking I am some kind of slut?” replied Vince. 

“How many kinds of 'sluts’ are there?” Joseph quizzed. “It seems to me that a slut is a slut, but I don’t care about that,” he boldly stated!

“Vince!” continued Joe, “I want to be all over you like a lover gone mad. Slut is an excessive word, hell, they are all great words; let’s try them all.”

“Yeah, I’m down for that. Maybe we can pick and choose what feels the best,” replied Vince, hating the entire conversation. It seemed pointless and sorry to have started it. If Joseph was looking for a role model, I am not that guy,” he thought quietly to himself.

Joe was adventurous when it came to sex, and didn’t follow any playbook, with frivolous sixty-nine crap. He was rather proper; however, he went along, to get along.” It all seemed structured with conversation. 

They were plenty hot for one another, sitting on the couch, being two dumbass gay men wasting time talking about, ‘some of this, and some of that’ when the real thing needed no guesswork.

“I’ll be right back,” mumbled Vince heading towards the bathroom. He was going to prepare for an all-night fucking session. Like any willing whore, he wanted to be at his best.

On the surface, Joseph was a downright gentle person however, in bed he was an insistent man absorbed pushing sex to the limit. He liked being the aggressor. He removed his clothes and laid on the bed waiting for Vince. His cock was hard pointing straight up anticipating a cheek to check meeting with a butt ready to fuck; for sure, he wanted it all.

Vince came into the bedroom naked carrying his clothes in his left hand. The glow from the light shimmered on his husky frame. His dick (no small trinket) was firm and pointing downward. The hair on his chest bristled in the moonlight as well as the hair on his legs. He walked slowly to where Joe was resting on the bed and climbed on top of him. He sat on Joseph’s cock and it slid right into him. Joe let out a breathy sigh of bliss never feeling quite this good before.

Vince’s butt swallowed Joe’s dick like sliding into warm apple pie. The lube that Vince applied gave Joe a summer’s sleigh ride. Joseph could make men happy in dark alleys. However, alleys were in the past, Vince was the man he wanted.

After all the discussion about sluts, Vince expected to hear erotic talking from Joe; however, the action didn’t need words. Joseph’s masculine nature plunged away with deep thrust, working to hit a bottomless pit. 

******

There is a time for everything, and this time Joseph knew it was his moment to be the master of something more powerful than just friendship. He needed to shoot rounds of cum into his boyfriend. He couldn’t give a reason, other than getting off; it’s something that men do.

It was Vince, who started talking, asking for a daddy dick to impregnate him. He called himself daddy’s whore. It was just talk, but arousing – very arousing. Joe was a little slow catching on, but when he did, he blabbered with words, sounding like an idiot, but he didn’t care – nope, not a bit. 

Joe flipped him around into different positions. He fucked him on his side, on his back, hanging off the bed, and standing up. He clung to him like a shadow, mumbling words, and worshiping Vince in the strangest way. 

Vince obliged letting Joe do what he wanted. It was nothing complicated and especially hot when Joseph discharged deeply what felt like every bit of testosterone, stored in his body. Vince absorbed every jab deeply that Joe threw his way. Fucking Vince is tough for Joseph to explain; he never imagined it would feel this wonderful, - Gaud, it was good.

Joe undeniably liked, ‘daddy’ – He didn’t believe it would arouse him as strongly as it did, however, at this point, nothing mattered, what did he have to lose? Joe was feeling twenty years younger. His cock was always handsome, and now it was powerful.

It was strange how they connected together in such a resilient way. Sex was nothing new to either of them; they shared an ironic adventure, far beyond what was expected. 

******

Vince left the bedroom to wash up; Joseph called him a raccoon. He washed everything, before and after. He went to discharge cum and wash his butt before returning to bed. Joe liked that. He loved everything about him.

When Vince returned Joe was resting on his side and fast asleep. He was making little sounds like a child at nappy time. Vince had hopes of continuing sex but he could wait. Seeing Joseph content was peaceful. He could always dump a sticky mess by himself, compliments of his right hand.

However, jerking off wasn’t in the cards. He simply cuddled against Joe’s back wearing only a tee shirt. His naked crotch pressed against Joe’s legs touching his warm flesh. Vince was happy; he knew that he was home. This sounds trivial, however to Vince, ‘home’ meant - wanted and loved. 

The room was getting lighter and although there was no direct sunlight, daybreak was happening. Vince drifted back to sleep only to be awakened, seconds later, with a warm mouth gingerly licking his crotch.

Joseph managed to get the covers thrown back and was between Vince’s furry teddy bear legs. He was nibbling pubic hair and licking his plump cock that was firming up rapidly. Joe understood the two favorite things Vince talked about the most was being a bottom and getting his dick sucked.

Vince opened his legs wider and Joe settled between them. Joe slid his mouth over Vince’s junk having his dick held firmly by his lips.  

“Hmmm, gaud, I love that,” he mumbled so Joseph could hear him.

“I was in love with this, before I started,” Joe managed to say. He loved sucking dick. He would swallow as much cock as possible and hold it there with his lips covering his teeth. The feeling was tight, and warm, assisted by his tongue moving, he would draw in and out slowly using his mouth as a tight wet hole. It is a remarkable feeling and doesn’t take a heap of effort, to get somebody off rather quickly. 

Joe liked things that were used, but in working order. He never was much of a gadabout cruising gay spots for a trick or a lover. He had a fair amount of on again – off again hookups, which meant little. 

“Are you going to let me up?” Vince whispered.

“Oh sure,” Joe replied, sliding up next to Vince. The sun was now shining through the slats in the blinds, indicating playtime was over. It was a new day.

“I have to say, you know how to give a blowjob. You hang right in there controlling a dude’s dick.” Vince admitted. Joe had his arms placed behind his head, so Vince ran his tongue through the hair under his arm. 

Joe liked that and Vince continued licking. This was a good and not so good move. It aroused Joseph once again and his dick swelled, so he pulled Vince to him, Lifted his body and sailed his cock into him with a gasp plugging his mischievous and willing butt.

“Take me Joe, take me!” Vince groaned, almost begging. He was a true bottom and knowing how Joe could fuck, daddy dick would be inside him often. 

Joseph liquefied his butt cheeks with cum then Vince went to wash, only this time to take a shower. Joe was right behind him and they showered together. They kissed like teenagers, fondled each other and Vince stuffed Joe’s dick in his mouth along with gushing warm water and soap. It was not a bit sexy, just fun.

******

In public, they were the best of friends by day and lovers of cock at night. 

Vince moved in with Joe. He painted, and repaired using his handyman talents; then landscaped the front of the house, making it look beautiful.

Joe worked with him landscaping for customers, and Vince was the boss. However, home in bed Joseph was in charge putting his dick wherever it wanted to go. Yep, he was the boss.

When Vince came along, Joseph believed there was right and there was wrong, and Vince was the right person, no mistaking that. The sex was astounding, the man was astounding naked and even more so fully clothed, far from any bedroom. 

Joe said it all – “I was in love before I started.”

******

The End