The Camera
by: Staley Cole Smith
© 2021 by the Author
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I wasn't much older than fifteen when I lost my virginity to a girl who gave me a blowjob that lasted all of three minutes. Hell I didn't even know what virginity was. All I knew was girls were fun pal around and hang out with and men were sexy to look at. I never cared much for boys my own age because they would be the first to tease you in gym class every time you dropped a damn ball. I hated that gym class but once outside it was the best of times.
Older men had a greater appreciation of me so I took that as a compliment. Moreover, what did I know about men ? They wanted to get into my pants to use my young body for pleasuring themselves. It was really the bulge in my crotch that they appreciated. It took a while but I figured it out.
By the time I reached adulthood I was pretty adapt at hooking up with men. I went from pulling my pants down to pushing my head down, but all that was about to change.
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"How much is this digital camera, I asked the clerk at Sibley's Camera Shop.
"Oh that's a dandy camera, sleek, light weight, easy to operate and takes great pictures.
Top of the line" -The clerk replied.
"How much?" I repeated
"Well it's a darling tad on the expensive side"
"Did you say darling tad" I asked
"Well I mean a touch `pricy' replied Luke Sibley who also happened to be the store owner."
"A-huh" I answered
I liked Mr. Sibley. He always dressed very nicely with a pressed white shirt. jacket and tie that he wore to work every day. I thought he must be very smart because he talked lively much of the time and was strangely dramatic. He used some whimsical fancy expressions when he spoke which I found odd hearing a straight man talking that way.
Not everybody shared the same opinion that I had of Mr. Sibley. Some people, but mostly the men, would comment on how Sibley was probably a fag. It was none of my business. He was not married and lived with his mother. I thought that was kind of sweet and besides he wasn't old. He was not much older than me. I was nearing forty at the time and he was well into his forties maybe fifty. I didn't know and it didn't matter.
Luke Sibley was rather plain and not especially good looking but he had a trim body and was sexy from the neck down. This is my opinion and I believe I know a sexy person when I see one. Trust me on that.
I liked him probably because he would fix his gaze on me and politely stare. That type of thing doesn't happen much anymore. It did make my dick begin to swell. It seemed to do that whenever I was around Luke Sibley.
"The camera is $1249.00" quoted Mr. Sibley "It's been reduced from $1400.
"Wow that's a tad out of my range Guess I'll have to think on the idea." - I said stressing the word `tad'. But got no reaction.
"No problem" replied Mr. Sibley "Look around and maybe you will see something else that will bubble burst your fancy"
"Did you just say "bubble burst my fancy"?...Oh never mind I told him. I did mention that he had a strange way of talking.
I was conservative when it came to spending money. I was raised in a relatively poor to modest household and money was spent mainly on things needed for the family.
Times were different now and I was independent and in good shape financially. I managed to stash away much of my earnings being comfortably employed as a waiter in the town's only western frontier restaurant.
Let me tell you about the restaurant.
My name is Alex Wendell and I worked at "The Dry Gulch Saloon," which I thought was a dreadful name for a restaurant. It sounded like a rowdy beer joint off the street of Matt Dillon's Dodge City. Nothing could be farther from the truth.
Dry Gulch, had an incredible chef and the restaurant served excellent western American cuisine. It attracted folks from miles around who would come just for the steaks, barbecue ribs and salad bar.
The restaurant had a massive lunch menu that included the biggest mouth-watering burgers in the state and served humungous family style dinners in the evening.
There were seven people between two shifts who waited tables in the afternoon and evening. Waiting tables were four mature attractive women who dressed like buckboard ranch women, wore bonnets and looked like characters out of "Little House on the Prairie".
The men wore jeans, western shirts, cowboy hats and kerchiefs around their neck. Boots were optional but I liked them, so I wore them every evening Yes I was one of those guys.
I worked the evening dinner hour most of the time. I was not one of the kids. I was forty-two years old and attracted mostly older ladies to my tables.
I settled a couple of years back here in Timber Nevada, which is located on the northeast side of Lake Tahoe. At the time, I had a boyfriend that I brought along with me from California.
Things didn't work out so well living in a small Nevada town so Mr. "special nobody" returned to California and I stayed in Timber quite comfortably by myself. I had a nice apartment, a great job and a few friends good friends.
Occasionally I would wander across the border to CA but always found my way back to Timber where I felt the most at home.
There were not many gay sexual contacts around compared to the coast but it was adequate for me. I preferred older men anyway and was most pleased if they were married. I knew married men only wanted one thing from me. Since I only wanted one thing from them everything seemed perfect. - Yeah, it was okay.
The days drifted by rather slowly as they often do. Sometimes I took walks and snapped interesting objects with my old digital camera. Photography was becoming a hobby with me and I would look for interesting things to shoot. Sometimes it would be something as simple as a rock or a lizard.
This particular day - I walked to the town park and watched the people going about their everyday routines. Girls were playing tennis on the enclosed tennis courts. Mothers were pushing babies in a stroller and guys of all ages were riding bicycles.
I sat on a park bench and snapped away at people without zeroing in on anything special. It was amazing the candid photos that I came up with. They were nameless faces going about their everyday business of which I knew nothing about.
"Did you get any interesting shots" a voice said to me. "- Well push over and let an old dude sit down" He said
I slid over and Luke Sibley took the seat next to me.
"Hey Mr. Sibley" I said
"Oh please it's Luke, please call me Luke" he Said
"Okay Luke .my name is...
"It's Alex I remember your name from coming into the store" He told me.
Oh yes, thats right. Gee you have a good memory, I told him. "How's business?" I asked trying to make proper conversation.
"It's pretty steady and I am thankful for that. Say - Do you remember the Cannon XXL digital camera that you were interested in?" He asked.
"Don't tell me...I know It's been sold" I blurted out.
"Don't be so fast my good man. I had only one of them so I set it aside and it is not on display for just any customers to purchase" He told me.
"I'll hang on to it for a while" He added.
"Well please don't save it for me when you can sell it. I'm not sure if I can afford it or not" I told him.
"Oh, that is okay, there are plenty of things to sell, but you do like it. I can tell by the way you held it, looked at it and read the tag over and over" - BUT I am not trying to make a sale or convince you of anything. I'm just trying to be nice. besides it makes for good conversation. - Luke told me.
"You are nice Luke very nice and I don't need convincing". I told him.
"Really! are you serious Alex?" He quizzed me
"Certainly" I answered. Why wouldnt I be serious?
A small smile came over Luke's face and he moved his head slightly and ran his fingers through his hair. Luke, at forty-seven years of age, had a full head of sandy brown hair with a hint of silver running through the sides.
I had never looked at him this way before. I wasn't quite sure, but I thought that Luke Sibley was approachable. He was certainly appealing, all one had to do was look.
Luke glanced at his watch and stood up to leave. I have to get back to work. My mother is watching the store so I could take a brief lunch break.
"Here" I said and handed him a scrap of paper with my email address on it. I knew he had email from his business card that I picked up in his store; but wasn't sure about text messages so I stayed with email
"Send me a quick note if you are a mind to" I said to him "we can talk some more."
"Yeah oh yeah...I will do that" Luke said as he walked away.
That evening at work, I thought about Luke. Nothing serious, mind you, just casual thoughts. I imagined how nice he would look in jeans and a tight body shirt.
There were no `cutesy' phrases today in his conversation. (Except for when he said "My good man") which sounded British and that's fine.
He was surely my type although I realized that it was an acquaintance going nowhere. I was becoming blown over thinking about it. Stuff like that always happens to me, but it doesnt stop me from thinking.
On weekends, the restaurant was crowded and there was a waiting line requesting my side of the dining room. That meant that I had to hustle my frame a little faster but the tips were good and one couldn't find fault with that.
I served mostly women as patrons who would ask to be seated in my serving area. I would cater to them and flirt making them sometimes twitch and giggle.
I wore my jeans on the tight side and my crotch bulged just enough for folks to notice. I left the top two buttons on my shirt open and wore a kerchief around my neck. I felt pretty sexy after adding the cowboy hat and boots. I didn't look bad either.
"Good evening ladies" "let me tell you about this evening's `specials and of course you know about the salad bar" I said to three mature women who were seated in my service area.
"Please do Alex" one woman replied, reading my nametag on my vest.
Can we go to the salad bar at any time? chimed in a second woman with a question.
Certainly, as often as you wish, I replied
I brought three glasses of water and bent over the table so the ladies could see the hair on my chest peeking out from under my shirt. When I stood by the table taking their order, I would push ever so slightly into the table making my crotch bulge even larger. Gosh, I could be so bad.
It is amusing to imagine what a grand charge they got out of this special attention. They would always look at me and I would pretend not to notice them being mentally inquisitive about my crotch. There was nothing vulgar about my actions. I let their imagination think what it wanted to think. Plus, it gave them something different to talk about at the diner table.
I was always a gentleman and never said anything that could be taken as sexist. They gobbled up the charisma that I showered on them and I earned more tips than anyone else working in the restaurant. I loved my job.
Sometimes after work, I would stop for a drink at a local watering hole in town. It was a little on the `dumpy' side but a nice change from manicured restaurants filled with western pretend culture.
Often gay men would come in for a few drinks or a game of pool. I had little trouble scoring when I was especially horny other times I just went home and worked at the computer before going to bed. My right hand and some lube became my best friend.
On occasion, my X boyfriend would send me an email sob story about losing a job or breaking up with another slutty boyfriend that he picked up in San Francisco. It was bullshit but I listened and replied with compassion. I thank heaven that he was in CA and not hanging around me any longer.
Each time I checked my messages. I would look for something from Luke but nothing was ever there. "That's okay why should there be I would ask myself " it was just another fluke acquaintance and I was used to that...
I scanned my inbox like I normally did and recognized Luke's address in incoming mail.
"Hey Alex want to chat a bit? - call me and leave a message"...followed by a telephone number. It was brief but direct to say the least.
The following morning I dialed the number and intended to leave a message. Luke's mother, Mary Carol, answered the phone. I told her that this was Alex calling to speak with Luke...
Mary Carol was an attractive lady and although in her seventies, she looked at least 10 years younger. She was vibrant, perky and quite stylish. She wore her hair swept up like Betty Grable in "Mother Wore Tights" (I saw that old movie 3 times) and sported golden high heel shoes or gold strapped slippers most of the time. I hate to admit it, but I loved those shoes.
"Hold on Alex' Luke is down stairs I will get him" she told me.
"Hey Alex bro you called! I was hoping you would do that" Luke said to me.
I liked how Luke changed his way of speaking. I noticed right off he was different when he was away from the camera store and customers.
"I was thinking Alex want to chat with me on line? He said
"Sure" when? Now? I asked him.
"Yeah, let's do it now he said to me.
"Okay I am actually sitting in front of the computer so hang up the phone and you start.
"Okay Luke answered.
A few seconds later, the first chat message came through...
"Hi Alex" How's it going?
"Great"...hit send
I thought to myself geese, this is as much fun as watching paint dry" but maybe it will get better.
"Can I see you I mean want to go to a movie" Luke asked.
"Is this a date" - I asked,
"Not sure I don't date guys," he continued but we can still go together
"Suppose I change my name to Julie and wear a pink hat" I replied
"OMG Alex - you are so funny sure it's a date buddy what do you say?" He asked
"I would like that when and where I typed back
"I'll work on it and let you know okay"
"Yeah okay", I replied.
I spent the rest of the day doing laundry and cleaning up around the apartment. I went to the post office and made a bank deposit. My checking account was growing steadily especially with my hefty tip earnings.
Maybe, I thought, that I would buy that camera after all. I was really saving towards a down payment on a new car, but there was no rush in getting that. I had plenty of money socked away.
I didn't want Luke to think that having a camera was more important than having his friendship. The camera wasn't such a big deal any longer.
I dressed for work but decided to quickly recheck email in case Luke sent me something. He was different from other men I had known. I felt we were getting closer, but then again maybe not.
INCOMING MESSAGE...read as follows...
"Hey Alex bro Since Thursday is your night off can we spend some time together? Forget about the movie (if you don't mind) and let's watch a DVD movie at home (with popcorn and beer) either here or at your place. What say you?"
My heart did a double leap because that was exactly what I wanted to do myself but I felt nervous asking for fear of chasing him away.
"Hey Luke I say that is a great idea a perfect idea. Come over anytime on Thursday. I will be home all day working on that "Pink Hat" so your manhood is secure" I said to him just joking.
"Very funny Alex my manhood is just fine...you'll see" He wrote back
The following day was Thursday and I ran my errands early including buying microwave popcorn and a six-pack of beer. I wasn't sure about the movie but I had plenty of films on DVD so we were covered. I also had some gay porn movies, but I kept the private stuff under wrap.
It was about 7:00 pm or so when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and stopped cold in amazement.
Luke was standing in the doorway with a pack of beer under one arm and the other arm raised as if to hold up the doorframe. He was wearing denim jeans that were severely faded with a slight tear at the crotch. His crotch stuck out like a rolled up sock and he was wearing a white form-fitting tee shirt with a silver chain around his neck and a baseball cap. He hadn't shaved and his face was a bit scruffy.
He was so hot looking that I was speechless. Plain and simple, I wasnt sure what to say, but what I was thinking could have landed me in jail.
"I didn't dress he said this is how I look around the house especially doing yard work or tinkering with my car" I thought you should know the real Luke. He said to me.
"You look...you look OMG Luke you look intense. Now I know what you meant by your manhood being secure it certainly is". I told him.
"Here buddy - put this in the fridge Luke said following me into the kitchen and handing me the pack of canned beer. Gotta keep it cold he said.
Strands of sandy brown hair fell from under his cap. He had a bit of stubble on his face and he looked delicious absolutely delicious. For the first time in my life, standing right in front of me, I had what I wanted but didn't know how to go about getting it. Common lust told me to just touch and grab and he would like it BUT would he?
I had to think Jesus I always had to think about everything. If this was Seattle or San Francisco, I would have his pants off in a New York minute. But then in the morning I would end up alone. I didn't want to be alone. I wanted Luke.
"Okay Mr. Luke here are the movie choices you decide" I said setting them down beside him on the couch.
"That one" He answered
"But you didn't even look at them" I told him
"Okay that one" He said.
Luke never looked at the DVD's but instead fixed his gaze on me and just stared. I knew that staring would get my dick aroused, so I just let it happen.
I took the DVD's away from him and touched his face with my hand. He touched me back and like a magnet pulled me to him. He kissed me gently at first and then wildly with passion. His tongue began drilling with swashbuckling action and I thought I would either explode or disintegrate from the warmth of his lips.
Luke unbuttoned my shirt and slipped his hand underneath and begun feeling my chest.
"Nice Alex my God. This is so nice He whispered close to my ear. - I knew it would be and I have wanted to touch you ever since the first time I saw you months ago." Alex you are special."
He took my shirt off and rested his head on my chest. He was so adorable it was like cuddling a puppy warm, sweet and licking. He had beautiful arms and muscles that surprised me. The man was incredible with a body-hidden everyday under a sports jacket.
When he sat back up, I pulled his tee shirt above his head and removed it. His chest was well proportioned and solid. There was scattering of Brownish blond hair down his chest and disappeared below his belt line.
I kissed his neck and travelled my tongue down his chest and licked around his navel. He kept pulling me back to kiss me once more. I slid to the floor and pulled him on top of me.
"Is this where I am supposed to get your pants off" he said to me grinning and trying to joke.
"This is it" I answered, putting my hand between his legs and fondling the bulge in his pants.
Luke pressed my hand tighter to his crotch and just let me massage him. He was hard.
You have a tear in these jeans is this for "show and tell" or for ventilation" I asked him.
"It's a ventilation hole for Luke Junior" he answered laughing at my dopy question. "Maybe we should let the little guy come out and play. What do you think?" Luke asked me.
"A-huh, that sounds about right" I said.
Without hesitation, I unbuckled his jeans and pulled everything down from his body bringing his snow-white briefs along and he was naked.
Gulp!! - "The `little guy' is not so little" I said to him as I held his hefty cock in my hand and leaned down to kiss it. I placed his hardness inside my warm mouth.
Luke laid there with his eyes closed and made little child-like noises. He was an exquisite man and there was no doubt about it. I knew he was horny and full of cum. I cupped his balls in my hand and inhaled his unusual scent. It was my calling to do something about it. I felt so lucky.
I stood up and removed the rest of my clothes. My under wear dropped to the floor and my dick stood out hard, smooth and moist. I stood in front of Luke with a stiff cock looking like a marble statue.
"Is that for me?" was all Luke could say.
"A-huh" - I replied "every bit of it"
`I laid down on the floor beside him and we rubbed our bodies together like animals mating and our dicks pressed against each other. There was so much I wanted to do to him sexually. He was so sexy and luscious that he brought a new meaning to the word `awesome.
That evening we got each other off after some well-deserved licking and mouth sucking blowjobs.
The days ahead were moving at a speed I never thought possible. Luke and had become close friends and folks saw us together like blood brothers. I had found the perfect mate and we became better and better at pleasing each other sexually. We were falling in love.
I held on to my apartment and Luke was still at home with Mary Carol. We went back and forth all the time to be together. I spent a lot of my free time helping Mary Carol with yard work and I mowed her lawn every week. Luke hated that job so I did it for him. There was nothing I wouldn't do for Luke.
Mary Carol treated me like her second son. I recognized she knew that I loved Luke and she approved, because Luke was unbelievably happy.
Mothers can spot that sort of thing right on. Luke was the most important thing in her life. He had also become the most important thing in my life.
Luke went out of his way to be close to me. We thought about telling her straight out but Luke said there was no need to do that. `Mothers know they don't have to be told they just know.'
As usual, he was correct.
He was always right about everything. There was nothing I didn't love about him and to quote a corny phrase "He really did light up my life"
I imagine by now, you are wondering how sexual we became with each other.
Why not!! I would be.
I believe this part of the story also needs to be told. - So fluff up that pillow, sit back comfortably while I tell you about a superb and somewhat calm lovely ride.
"Alex What would you think about giving up your job at The Dry Gulch Saloon and getting into something different" Luke asked me. Maybe you would like working in the camera store.
"Gee dude I love that job and I make a lot of money why would you suggest that?" I asked him
"I shouldn't have asked that of you sorry Alex" he said to me.
"Why Luke?" "Why are you sorry?"
"It's nothing"
"You didn't answer Why Luke" I repeated. What is wrong with the restaurant?
"Don't think I am jealous well not really really jealous but I don't like people, even old ladies, staring at your body and flirting with you. I want to be the one to do that. said Luke.
"It is just part of being charismatic and goes with the job but okay, I will quit" I told him
"Really you would do that for me?" Luke said.
Luke "I would walk back from the moon if that is what you asked me to do. I might die in the process but I would definitely try it. This is how much you mean to me " I told him.
"OMG, I won't mention quitting your job again Ever... I'm sorry" Luke said to me.
Whenever discussions became too heavy, we would change the conversation around to us. We had crawled into each other's soul and there was no way out.
"Now since that nonsense is out of the way...Let's fuck" I said to him holding back the laughter.
"Naw you're too scrawny and definitely not my type," he replied turning his head and grinning.
It was a good feeling.
I was resting comfortably in a recliner when Luke stood in front of me and said...
"If you think I am going to take my shirt off you are wrong" then he unbuttoned it and dropped it to the floor.
"If you think my pants stay zipped wrong again" then he pulled his zipper down.
"The shoes!! Oh no they stay on" then he kicked them off and tossed his socks at me.
"Don't look at my pants because they stay where they are then he slid them off and dropped them on the floor also.
Finally, he was standing there in nothing but white jockey briefs that bulged perfectly firm between his legs.
"If you think I am going to show you my cock You are correct" and then he dropped his under wear and his manly cock and balls dangled before me like melons on the vine.
"Now last question If you think you are going to suck dick, you are completely correct"
He straddled my face rubbing his dick across my lips. "C'mon baby open"
Luke was so entertaining and fun to be with that I literally worshiped him. He was my lover and friend. Sometimes we would sleep naked together and I would spoon up to his backside.
"Don't get any ideas buddy you are not sticking that big hog into me, Luke would say and then push back on to my stiffen cock.
"Nope It's not going to happen," he added as he spread his cheeks and let my dick gently entered his tight warm body. I still get hard thinking about it.
Luke liked me fucking him and he would purr and groan with every thrust fucking me back. We were a perfect match both sexually and socially.
We loved rubbing our cocks together and coming at the same time. Sometimes I would use my hand and masturbate us with perfect rhythm. Cum would pour from our cocks and over our pubic hair making a sticky mess.
We would lie in bed cemented as one body with our lips locked together. I still quiver at the yuck of such a sticky mess. I loved him so much.
Valentine's Day, fell on a Thursday. Luke was preparing a fussy dinner for us at the apartment. I ran my usual shopping errands and got back about 5:00 or so pm.
I didnt see anybody when I came into the house, but there was a rose on the hall table just inside the door with an attached note.
The note read..."follow the flower"
Down the hallway and lying on the floor was another rose with an attached note.
This note read..."You are getting hotter"
Clipped to the bedroom door was still another rose with a note that simply read..."Hotter"
Inside the room and lying stretched out on the bed pretending to be asleep was Luke with the fourth rose stuck in his crotch with an attached note.
I said nothing but went over to read the note, which read...
"Smell the flower" it's for my love"
Luke held out as long as he could but started laughing insanely.
I tore at his crotch pulling at his under wear with my teeth and growling. I went "sniff-sniff "yum - yum"- cradled his cock in my hand and then sucked his nuts into my mouth.
We got carried away. Yeah, it was silly/stupid, yet such a wonderful moment.
I lay down beside Luke licking his face, holding him and smelling his warm naked body. He was so hot and I loved the way he smelled.
From under the pillow, Luke handed me an XXL Top of the line Cannon digital camera. It even had a small red bow and a small velvet heart attached to it.
OMG Luke, Talk about bubble bursting ones fancy. I don't know, it is way too expensive for you to give away. I said being sincere and honest with him.
Nothing on the planet is too expensive for you to have Alex. It is your camera . I love you my Alex I am so happy. I love you, he said to me, tapping me with the rose.
The look in his eyes penetrated deep into my soul. I never in my wildest imagination believed that a man could make another man so genuinely happy.
It goes to show, one never knows with whom you will fall in love.
It sounds a bit corny; nevertheless, it happens and you will get no argument from me
It is not just words - It is honesty .
The End
Posted: 0625/2021