A Trip Down Memory Lane
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Hank Star stopped in front of his Grandparent's old house and just sat in his car remembering the happy times that he had spent there. Was that the reason why he had come back now? Did he think that revisiting the past would somehow bring back the good times and things in his life that once were and would never be again?
The neighborhood had changed radically, but so had he. Back then, he remembered his grandfather Salvatore carefully wrapping the fig trees with tarpaper, his strong hands making sure the tarpaper was tight to keep away the frost from his beloved trees. His strong, calloused hands making sure that the winter's wind would not affect his babies as he called them. When he was finished, he let Hank stand on a ladder and complete the job by placing old paint cans atop the trees crowning them. Those old fig trees produced some of the best tasting figs that Hank had ever eaten.
Salvatore was a large man with a loud booming voice. He had an oval face and wore this big bushy mustache that made him appear menacing but to Hank he was a teddy bear. He always had a stogy planted between his teeth that he chewed on and would let Hank puff on it so he would feel grownup. Salvatore made his own wine in the cellar from grapes that he grew in the backyard and was proud of his "vino" and often let Hank drink a glass with his Sunday meal of macaroni and meatballs.
Salvatore loved to eat and rubbed his big belly that protruded over his beltline after a good meal. He wore suspenders to keep his belly from pushing his pants further down. His arms were strong from working on the docks and when he worked in the garden he took off his shirt to reveal a handful of gray hair on his fleshy chest. Hank was his only grandson and he adored him.
Opera music played on the radio in the kitchen window where his grandmother was cooking and Hank remembered the smells that came from that house. Basil, oregano, and herbs and spices as his grandmother worked her magic at the stove cooking for the family. Hank could see her smiling face as she tasted a sauce, turned up the gas, added a spice and smacked her lips in satisfaction.
Then Hank was a known as Henry Starpunto; that was before he changed it to Hank Star. He remembered how upset his parents were when he told them that he was changing his name for business reasons. His mother crossed herself and was thankful that his grandfather was dead and didn't live to see this act of treachery happen. No matter how hard Hank tried to explain, they wouldn't listen.
"Wasn't he proud of his heritage and them?" She cried. "You must be ashamed of us if you have to change your name?"
They didn't understand that he was going to conquer the world and be a big shot and Henry Starpunto wasn't a name that was going to make it happen. He did change his name but unfortunately Hank never climbed to the heights that he aspired. Oh sure he was successful if success and fame were measured in money and he was rich beyond what he ever thought possible. But somehow he wasn't happy and hadn't been since he was a kid growing up. Was it all a wasted effort? Somehow, it didn't matter anymore. He was now fifty-eight living a life that he felt entrapped in and didn't know what he was going to do about it.
Bill Handlin listened to his wife droning on in the background, ordering him to do some chore that he should have been done months ago. He stared out the window and knew that he had to get out of the house before they got into another yelling and screaming "donnybrook".
"Are you listening to me?" She shouted. "Do I have to do everything around here? It's bad enough that I'm supporting us with you out of work. If you're heading out the door again, you can stay out for good as I don't care anymore."
Bill grabbed his coat and slammed the door behind him. Maybe the guilt of being out of work and no job prospects in sight that was making him unhappy and argumentative. He had tried everything but nobody wanted a fifty-eight year-old man even with a master's degree. He bolted from the house and ran across the street without looking and heard the screech of brakes and a voice yell out?
"Are you Fucking nuts? I nearly hit you. I could have killed you." An angry voice shouted out at him.
Bill turned to face the driver of the car and looked at the man closely.
"Henry Starpunto?" It is you, isn't it?" Bill asked in a friendly voice. "You may be older but it sure looks and sounds like you."
Hank looked at the man that he had nearly run over. He was a big, broad man with a belly and gray hair and a smiling face.
"Yes, it is and I nearly ruined my fender on that big fat ass of yours."
Bill laughed. It's me, Bill Handlin. Billy H was what they called me when we were kids. Boy am I glad to see you."
Hank pulled the car over and jumped out. Hank always prided himself on his looks and physical appearance. He was over six feet tall and muscular. His black hair was now gray and age had added maturity to an already unlined handsome face. He had deep-set dark eyes and strong features.
"Billy," he said and ran over and hugged him. "Am I glad to see you. I've thought a lot about us over the last few years." He looked at Bill who had the bluest eyes and a smile that made waking up feel good. "The last time that I saw you was the day that they were shipping our asses off to Vietnam."
Bill looked at Hank who stood there in his cashmere coat and fine leather gloves. He looked down at the hand-stitched Italian loafers and back up to the handsome man that stood before him.
"You look like you've done well judging by the Mercedes convertible that you're driving and the clothes that you're wearing." Hank Starpunto, the Italian stud. You added a few years but the mileage looks good on you." How are you doing?"
"Fucked up. I came back down here to remember what it was like to be happy. Do you have time for drinks at Clancy's? I see it's still there."
"Sure. That is all I have now is time."
The walked to the corner and Hank had his hands around Bill's shoulders as he did when they were kids. They sat in a booth in the back. It was early and the place was empty. Clancy's son now ran the place and he brought over the beers. They talked about the old neighborhood and who still lived there, who died and Bill brought him up to date.
"You look terrific," Bill said as he gazed at the tanned face of Hank who was a handsome man.
"You don't look so bad yourself. Still have those killer blue eyes and a smile that most of us would die for."
"That's about all I have and the truth is that I don't smile much anymore. I lost my job. The firm folded and times are tough. Me and the wife." He made a face and wrinkled his nose. It was a fine aquiline nose and his lips were full. He had rosy "apple" cheeks that looked like his mother had just pinched them.
Hank reached out and put his hand over Bill's. Bill's hands were large and strong.
"If you need any help, I can help you out."
"I need a job. I have a fucking masters degree in Finance. Now, nobody needs a tired, older guy who's fat."
Hank smiled. "To these eyes you look pretty damn good. Did you know as a kid I was hot for you?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm gay. Gay since high-school but lived out the dream like most of us did then. I even got married twice to prove to myself the feelings that I had were nothing. But one morning I woke up and realized whom the fuck I was. I was rich and successful but unhappy as hell. Do you remember when we played football? I always had a hardon when I ducked under center and placed my hands on your ass. I threw the winning touchdown in the city championship with a raging hardon. I kept imagining what it would be like to put it to you. I took the ball and threw it a mile with my dick straining to bust out of my uniform. I was hot for you then but living in the neighborhood and being queer was a one-way ticket to getting the shit kicked out of you. I came back to the old neighborhood just to remember what it was like to be a kid again. Now that's Sad, don't you think?"
"Gay. I would never believe it in a million years."
"Does it bother you?"
"Fuck no. I had my dick sucked by lots of guys in my time. In fact I see this old man that does me now and then." He smiled and it was a big toothy grin. "I was bi then and still am. It's a hell of a lot better then sex with the wife and that hasn't happened in a long time. I'm no angel or cherry and I've always gone both ways."
Hank looked surprised but didn't say anything. "Are things that bad for you?"
"Worse. It's not that I'm out of work. That hasn't helped the situation. We've been drifting apart for years and live as strangers. She still cooks and does my laundry but," he shrugged his shoulders. "Why complain. What about you? Are there any men in your life that you are serious about? I still can't believe that you're gay."
"Say it any louder.... and we can dance to it". We were best friends as kids and funny over the years, I've come to miss that. I don't have any close friends. I have acquaintances. Bill, I could tell you anything and know it was safe with you. I trusted you because you were my friend. I don't have that now and miss it. I somehow let things slip away from me. All I was interested was in being somebody important, and when I became somebody, it didn't mean shit. I come back here after all these years and I look at you and feel good inside. Maybe to you that doesn't make sense but ......... then again, neither do I. No, there's nobody in my life since I was too busy making money and I missed not having a relationship. Don't get me wrong. I have sex but its just sex and I guess I want more."
"I guess we all want more. Here you are successful and unhappy and me, I'm not working and unhappy." He looked at Hank. "You were my best friend and I often thought what became of you. I figured you ran off to Hollywood and became a producer or director as you were always dragging me to the movies. It's nice hearing somebody say something nice about me. I need to hear kind words. I guess I'm really down, lost my self-confidence or what is left of it."
"What kind of work did you do?" Hank looked at Bill whose hair was cut short. He was wearing jeans and a flannel shirt that was unbuttoned at the neck. His nipples protruded through his shirt. He sipped his beer and smacked his lips. They were full and juicy.
"I was Chief Financial Officer of St. Mary's Hospital. It went under like a lot of the small hospitals around the city. One day I was a professional and the next day collecting unemployment. I've tried everywhere but they want younger people and who can blame them."
"Let me put out some feelers for you."
"I don't want or need charity. I'm good at what I do."
"You were always a whiz with numbers like me."
"What is it that you do?"
Hank laughed and showed white even teeth. "What do I do? I do lots of things and most make money. I produce films, own apartment buildings, malls, invest in startups and you could call me an entrepreneur. You were right I was always dragging you to the Metro Theater. Look, Bill. I will find something for you and yes it will be for old time sakes. As I said I was hot for you as a kid and looking at you now, I'm hotter. But there's no charity. I don't run an eleemosynary organization. I'm not a charitable organization like the Salvation Army. You earn your keep or you're out."
"Hot for me? I'm fat and out of shape."
"So?"
"So why me?"
I like heavy men. Maybe it had to do with my grandfather Salvatore. He was big and heavy and I adored him. I remember seeing him naked and I jerked off over him for weeks. Once when I was a kid I slept with him and he rubbed his ass against me while we slept. My dick was like steel and somehow he suspected that I was gay but never said anything about it. I do know sexually, that heavy men are what I'm interested in." He smiled. "Don't sweat it, you won't have to put out for me if I find you a job. The men I sleep with go to bed with me because they want to."
Bill smiled. "Who knows what the future brings. Just a few moments ago I was unhappy and seeing you has picked me up. You're a handsome man and you already know what my ass feels like. Maybe this time it will be without clothes."
"Don't fool with me. My dick is straining against my pants now. You always had that effect on me even as a kid."
"And if I remember it was a big one. I always envied your looks and that fence post between your legs." Bill reached across the table and put his hand over Hanks. "I remember Betty Lombardo telling everyone that you were the best kisser in the whole world and that bitch had everyone. I remember the moment after we won the city championship and how you hugged me and kissed me on the lips. I almost put my tongue in but was afraid. So you see, I too was gay but afraid to admit. Even now, I have this macho thing although now I prefer a man's lips on my cock. Go figure. So, my friend, job or no job, give me your number and I just might call and we will get together for old times sake, job or no job."
Hank smiled, handed Bill his card, and they finished their drinks and left together.
Hank was true to his word and Bill was hired by a subsidiary of one of the corporations that Hank owed. Hank followed Bill's progress thru intermediaries and learned that Bill was a standout and a welcome addition to their operation. Hank was pleased that he was able to help his old boyhood friend and wondered if he did it for reasons of friendship or was it purely sexual. It was a moot question as he hadn't heard from Bill in months except for a thank you note and Hank left it that.
Bill checked his watch but he working on a project that needed his attention. There was no need to worry about going home as he and the wife had spit and he was now living in a studio apartment in Manhattan. For the first time in a long time, he felt relief and not the anxiety that he had previously experienced. He looked in his wallet and found Hank's card with his cell-phone number. He dialed and waited and heard Hank's distinctive voice.
"It's me Bill. I'm just calling to say Happy Birthday a day early but I was wondering if you would let me take you out to dinner.
"Hi, Bill." Hank's voice was sunny and he was genuinely happy to hear from Bill. "I hear that you're doing swell on the job and I'm glad. I would love for you to take me out for my birthday. That's the best offer I had all year."
"I also want to thank you for getting me the job. For sticking up for me and helping me."
"No problem. It was my pleasure."
"Your birthday is tomorrow if I remember correctly and I do remember that you are like French food so I made a reservation at Chanterelle at eight."
"You were pretty sure that I would accept."
"No, I was hoping you would so I could thank you in person."
"Don't give me ideas. I like the sound of that."
Bill laughed. "Whatever. Who knows? I'm as horny as a dog in heat."
"What do you say we meet at my apartment for drinks as I live right around the block from the restaurant?" Hank said." He gave Bill his address and hung up the phone and sat there with a smile on his face.
Bill Handlin cleaned up well. He entered Hank's duplex apartment on Park Avenue wearing a suit and tie and looked downright handsome. Hank hugged him and lingered there a second, sniffing the cologne on Bill's cheek, it was masculine and inviting.
"Come on in. Let me look at you. You look terrific," Hank said as they walked into the living room. Hank motioned for Bill to sit down. "What are you drinking?"
"Scotch on the rocks."
Hank fixed them both drinks and sat down besides Bill. They talked about the project that Bill was working on and all the time Hank was constantly staring at Bill.
"I know I work for you but if you keep staring at me, you are going to make me nervous old friend or no old friend."
"Sorry," Hank smiled. I can't get over how great you look."
"That's what having a job and being on my own will do."
"You left your wife?"
"We both decided it was best. What was the purpose of us both being unhappy? She's still in the house and we seem to be friendlier now that I'm out of there."
"You certainly move quick." Hank put his hand on Bill's knee. It was done naturally and Bill didn't move away. Suddenly Hank became aware of his hand and snatched it away quickly.
"Did you touch fire? I didn't mind it there. It felt good. I remember your hands on my ass. Can I be honest with you?"
"Sure."
Bill looked at Hank with his blue eyes and bit on his upper lip. "You didn't know as I kid I was hot for you. Maybe it was envy because you were the. big man on campus but I was thrilled that you considered me your best friend. I did my share of jerking off over you. I thought you were so fucking hot. As I said, I'm no cherry. I started going to the baths when we graduated high school and before we went to Nam. In Nam, I met a Colonel on R&R and for one week in Thailand made love to this guy. I was a kid and I tried anything. Never thought I was gay. I just did it for the adventure and it was exciting."
"Was it good?"
"It was fantastic. I got married after I graduated from college and went on for my masters. He shrugged. "As I said, sex with the old lady was never great and I thought that maybe it was me, and frankly... it probably was. I'm gay and afraid to admit who I am, so I have fucked up my life and hers by living this lie and have been trapped. So I get on the web and look at masculine porno and choke the chicken and wonder what it would be like to love a man totally."
"What are trying to say Bill?'
Just that I'm taking you out for your birthday and thought that maybe you would like an addition gift of me as your present. That is if you still want me."
"You're kidding, aren't you?"
"No. I'm attracted to you but don't want to jeopardize the job if it doesn't work out. I think that I can help your organization and didn't want you to think that what I was doing was just to keep the damn job."
Hank kissed him on the lips and Bill responded. It was as if Fourth of July fireworks went off as they held one another. They looked at each other and no words were spoken.
"What about dinner?" Bill asked.
"Can I take a rain check? We'll call and cancel."
Kisses so sweet and tender that Hank knew that the wait was worth it. Hank traced the line of Bill's juicy lips with his tongue slowly parting them and putting his tongue inside of Bill's mouth. Bill trembled slightly as their tongues touched. They kissed for a long time standing there as their mouths discovered one another. Hank's fingers touched Bill's face tenderly, planting kisses on his nose, cheeks and forehead. He ran his fingers through Bill's hair as his mouth gently nipped at Bill's earlobes. Bill moaned softly as Hank's tongue kissed Bill's neck tasting the man that he had often dreamed about all these years.
They slowly undressed and the excitement Hank felt as he unbuttoned a button from Bill's shirt and then another until finally he had the shirt open had him sweating and anxious. As a kid he dreamed about the soft, silky chest that he saw in the locker room. Now, his hand touched the fleshy tit and large nipple and Hank felt himself beginning to leak. Bill's nipples were large and round as Hank's fingers gently massaged them feeling them as they grew in his fingers. He took off Bill's shirt and helped him off with his pants until he stood there in his jockey shorts. Hank caught his breath as he looked at Bill whose dick was straining hard against his briefs, the hardness of his cock outlined against the cotton shorts. Hank gently slipped his fingers inside of Bills briefs and felt the soft public hairs. He moved his hand across the soft mound of flesh as he kissed Bill feeling Bill quiver as his hands moved down and touched Bill's dick. It was rock hard and Hank felt the leaking pre cum and knew that Bill was as hot as he was. Hank tasted the syrupy liquid and then pulled Bill's briefs off. Standing there, Hank smiled and took off Bill's socks and led him to the master bedroom.
Hank quickly undressed and lay besides Bill and kissed him with a passion that he had never known before and Bill responded. For the first time in a long time Hank was happy as he kissed Bill whose hands touched Hank in places that brought him great pleasure.
"Am I all right? I didn't want to disappoint you on your birthday."
"Do you know how long I wanted this?" Hank kissed Bill all over his body and found his cock stiff against Bill's legs.
Bill's dick twitched involuntarily as Hank's mouth encircled it placing the large head into his mouth. His hands touched Bill's belly and gently tweaked first one nipple then the other and he felt Bill lift off the bed as Hank began to move slowly up and down on the shaft of his cock. Saliva filled Hank's mouth lubricating Bill's cock and balls. He licked at the large sack and then he worked his way back up the shaft. Hank's tongue twirled around the head slowly as he tasted the sweet meat savoring what he had wanted all these years. He looked at the glistening head and listened to the soft moans that Bill was making as Hank made love to him. To Hank it was an indescribable feeling. Maybe it had to do with knowing how he felt about Bill but to him he was making love and not having sex and he wanted to cry out with glee.
"Oh, Hank. I never knew it could be or feel like this," Bill whispered. He motioned for Hank to come to him and kissed his mouth with a sensuality that Hank had often fantasized about. They kissed and massaged each other's cocks sending jolts of electricity throughout their bodies. Bill got between Hank's legs licking at the inside of his thighs as he slowly made his way to his balls. His fingers encircled the soft sack licking the balls with the tip of his tongue. His fingers lightly massaged the head of Hank's cock as Bill's tongue licked its way up the shaft until his mouth found the large bulbous head and he began to suck Hank's cock. He was tentative at first trying so hard but he soon relaxed and was sucking like he had done it all his life. His tongue encircled the thick shaft as he made his way up and down but concentrated on the head. Hank moaned and called out Bill's name, running his fingers through Bill's thick hair.
Hank shifted position and they began to sixty-nine, something that Bill had always wanted to try. He felt Hank on top of him, his head on his meat as he began to suck. The thrill for Bill was taking all of Hank's cock into his mouth and sucking him as they moved together. It was wonderful as they moved quicker and quicker on each other knowing that the time was near as he felt Hank tense and Bill didn't know if he could take Hank's load but he was sure going to try. Hank's muscles tensed and Bill knew it was coming and he was ready as Hank shot a load of cream into Bill's mouth. It was a gusher and hit the back of Bill's throat as the juice flowed. Bill took it all and savored the sweet liquid until Hank went limp in his mouth.
Without missing a beat, Hank began to suck on Bill and placed his finger on his touchhole. Bill was worried it would hurt him but Hank was experienced and the finger entered him and Hank moved it inside of Bill who moved back and forth on it as Hank sucked away. Hank slid off Bill and lifted his legs kissing the inside of his large thighs and his tongue was like a snake as it searched for the perineum and began to lick at it at first slowly and then quicker.
"Oh, sweet mother," Bill cried out as Hank moved towards his ass until his tongue found the touch hole and began to lick at it sending Bill into ecstasy. Bill knew that he wanted Hank inside of him. He wanted his large cock to fuck him. He wiggled his buns against Hank's mouth wanting his face inside him, his tongue there forever. Bill cried out for Hank to fuck him. Hank was so hot and surprisingly his cock was stiff again something that hadn't happened to him in years.
Hank kissed Bill's buns tasting the sweat and the scent of soap and cologne. He inserted his finger once again inside of Bill feeling the wetness as he inched his way inside of him. Bill moved from side to side and Hank now took his finger out and pressed his dick against the hole that was awaiting the kiss of his dick. Hank pushed and felt Bill groan and whimper as he pressed again and felt the head of his cock slide inside. Hank kept it there not moving letting Bill get use to it and knowing if he moved he was going to cum himself. He spoke softly and lovingly as he moved inside of Bill feeling the wetness and tightness of Bill's sweet ass.
"Are you all right?"
"Oh, Hank, make love to me. It's what I've always wanted."
Hank moved a little quicker and Bill moved with him. At first they were tentative but soon they were one as Hank's cock entered Bill. Hank was on fire as he squeezed Bill's buns and as his prick entered Bill who was waiting to take his thrusts calling out Hank's name. Hank knew that he had to taste Bill and began sucking his cock as he fucked him. Bill was thrashing around on the bed, his large hands gripping the sheets, as he was being sucked and fucked. Hank knew he was ready to come when Bill's sphincter clamped down on his cock and he began to whimper and then cried out.
"You're going to make me come," and Bill unleashed his load in Hank's mouth. He was creamy and tasted of honey as Hank swallowed the nectar that he yearned for. He held Bill's cock in his mouth until there was no juice left.
Hank knew that he was going to come again as Bill moved his ass from side to side wanting Hank's load inside of him. Hank was sweating profusely as he moved quicker and quicker inside of Bill who wanted him. Hank knew that he could not hold out any longer and felt his load as it spurted from him into Bill. Hank was spent and lay atop of Bill who kissed him until his face was wet.
They lay in each other's arms and Bill knew that he wanted Hank again. Hank knew that in Bill's arms he was happy and would do everything he could to keep it going for the trip down memory lane was worth the wait.