All by Myself
Part 2
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I didn't drive to White Plains after leaving Vince. I didn't go directly home either. I'm not much of a drinker and even tho I thought of it, I drove around for a while just thinking.
Vince is a reminder of how good life can be. It was too soon to plan on much of anything, but I knew for damn sure, that cutting a trail through the woods leading to his back door was genius. Even if nothing comes of it, I will always have today, and that is a tender sweet memory.
I have spent years, living in the old colonial country house I call home. Years ago Steve, my life partner, purchased the property, as a non-working farm. Steve was a contractor and master carpenter, he was also the love of my life and we had lived together 16 years. The house is really a revamped old farmhouse with Steve's classy renovations.
Cancer comes in many forms and not fussy who it attacks with a killing vengeance. Steve contacted prostate cancer and was gone before he reached fifty. That answers the question of why I live alone and most likely why I am attracted to hot looking men. That happens to some people, when they are all by themselves.
Jack, my only gay buddy said, "That's why the lady is a tramp." It was too queer sounding and I am not a lady, so he settled on the word `slut.' And I can deal with that. Jack is categorically a jerk, but still a friend.
I was relaxing with my legs draped over the railing of the porch when Jack's car stopped in front of the house. He backed up slightly, pulled forward and drove up to the front steps. He got out of the car complaining of a back ache and plopped himself down, next to me, in a wicker chair on the porch.
"What's shaken?" he asked
"What the hell is `shaken' supposed to mean? If you want to know what's new, just ask."
"I thought I was being, cool"
"Try `stupid', it looks better on you."
"Jesus, what crawled up you and got stuck?" Jack said
"Yeahhh. I don't mean to be a prick. I'm just irritated and shouldn't bark at you. Sorry buddy." I said
"Not a problem. I know you're a prick, so nothing surprises me. Why are you irritated? Jack asked
"I want to get fucked."
"What!!! No you don't, that is not your thing. You are a cock sucker and a top when it comes to doing the nasty. Don't hand me that crap." Said Jack
"Well, I have been thinking about it."
"I think you have been looking at your neighbor Vince."
"Maybe, we are getting friendly and he is good to look at"
"Tell me about it," inquired Jack perking up his interest in this mindless conversation.
"I just did"
"That's it – you are getting friendly?"
"Yup"
"You're a fuckin idiot" Jack barked at me
"Just forget about it." I said
"I already did. I am returning your weed whacker that you let me borrow last week." Jack said "I'll leave it here by the porch,"
"Good, I may need it. I am trimming a trail through the woods for hiking. It is mostly ground cover brush and some saplings that I am cutting out of the way."
"That is cool, but why?"
"Yeah, I think so too. The trail will come out onto Vince's property and he is ok with that. The trail is for walking without going along the highway."
"Vince is a rough guy and not that friendly from what I see." Mumbled Jack
"Nah, the roughness is all pretenses. He really is sweet."
"Huh. Last week he was a prick and now he is sweet, plus you are cutting a hiking trail to his house...well fuck me Mary Lou, who's the idiot now?" Jack said
"Want a beer?" I asked
"No it's too early. What are you drinking?"
"Lemonade" I replied taking the last gulp.
"Never mind, I have to hit the road, I have things to do today. I'll leave you to your lemonade and thoughts of getting fucked."
"Sure, you do that." I replied
Jack headed for his car, stopped and walked back to where I was setting. "Hey buddy, tell me where you keep the lube and I will throw a fuck into you. You know I have a good dick. You wanna do that?"
"I'll keep that in mind for when I get desperate, but don't hold your breath."
"Just saying..."
"Well say it someplace else," I reminded him
"Okay buddy, I still love you." He said
"I love you too, now hit the road asshole." I shouted at him
"Last chance – I'm amazing." Jack yelled out getting in his car
"You're an idiot – later" I shouted
"Later" Jack replied and was gone.
My break time was over, so I picked up my tools for cutting and headed back to a path that I started earlier in the day. I had cut through the vines growing on the edge, where there was sunlight, so that section was open.
The inside area was not thick at all. There were some thin places winding around from left to right around trees and rocks. I followed the natural curves of the land through the woods and cut saplings and branches in the way. All the time I was heading towards the property line and that much closer to Vince.
I must have been on Vince's land by now because about twenty feet ahead he was cutting a trail towards me. He saw me and waved but never said a word. I did the same and we acted like strangers passing in the night.
"Damn Rudy, you must have started early. I think you did a lot more clearing than I did." He said when we finally came face to face.
"I was in a hurry." I replied
"Yeah, I guess you were." replied Vince. "c'mon, I'll show you where the trail comes out on my end. Then, I'll walk back with you and see your end." He said being quite serious
Vince walked ahead of me and watching him walk with those low slung hips and a butt to rival Jess Harper on Laramie, I had all I could do to keep from stumbling. I only have one vice that occupied my thoughts at a time, and Vince was it.
I stopped by a tree to take a piss and was surprised when Vince. reached around and held my cock. Vince was getting bolder and gayer when we were together in private.
He held on to my dick and began jerking me off. He was very good at doing this. He pushed my underwear down and held my balls with one hand while masturbating me with the other hand.
His hand was rough so he applied hand cream, or some sort of cream, that he had in his pocket. His hand moved like silk and I loved being jerked off with Vince stroking me.
I was a slippery lotion mess but it felt wonderful and with a man like Vince doing it. In no time cum was shooting and landing on the ground. Some landed on my shoe, but it was nothing.
"Feel better? Asked Vince.
"Dam straight," I replied, looking like a deer in the headlights. "I could put your hand on bake and wouldn't need heat to get it hot."
"Is that good or bad?" Asked Vince
"Ahh man that is crystal." I replied, "You know you're a hunk." . "How about having my tongue on your balls? Here we are in our private hide away with only the squirrels watching". I asked, holding Vince by his crotch.
"I was thinking about something like that, however. I have my eyes on your butt and since you bottom for cock, I should put your ass to work..."
"Who said that I was a bottom for anything?" I pounced back slightly amazed.
"Just saying that I'm a top and I could use a bottom, but if it causes a riff, skip it." Vince replied, displaying his macho personality.
"I don't want to skip anything. C'mon," I said
I moved to where a large fallen tree was sticking up partially in the air. I bent over the tree exposing my bare ass to Vince. My pants were still down lying on my shoes, from the hand job Vince had just given me.
Fucking ran through Vince's loins as he looked me. Vince was a phony little ass fucker who loved banging butt... He liked it more than he realized. He also knew that I was a willing candidate and that made it exciting, even tho I was not a whore at all. What Vince liked was being in control of the next few minutes. There was no missing the fact that he was an alpha male. It was all fine with me. Vince tore open a packet of lube that he had put in his shirt pocket earlier and applied it to my butt.
"Where the fuck are you getting all the lotion and lube?" I mumbled...
"I'm a walking pharmacy – spread `em," Vince commanded
He ran his finger through my crack pushing a finger inside me.
"Rudy, my man," he said, "You feel warm and tight around my finger. Fuck, I am rock hard with no conscience, looking for a warm place for this cock to make a deposit.
"Well, you've found it man, fuck me before I change my mind."
"You're not going to change anything," he said
Vince eased his dick inside me. I moved slightly wiggling for comfort as cock began to invade my warm cavern. I backed onto Vince gobbling up his meat to the hilt like quicksand. This was not my favorite sport, but having Vince screwing me was worth it.
Neither of us moved at first. Vince held on to me with both arms around my waist. I felt like I was eighteen again. I probably looked like a mutt bent over a log, but if it was good for Vince, it was even better for me.
With his face lying on my neck, he mumbled in my ear...
"Mummmm, you want this, don't you slut?" Thinking about it now is jarring, to say the least, but it didn't end there.
"Shut the hell up and just do it. Don't ask me dumb questions when you're screwing the life out of me. But, if it turns you on asking questions, than, "Yes, man, I want it badly and don't stop until those balls are empty. There, that ought to please your dumb ass."
"It does whore. It does, and you will get better at it" replied Vince panting and terribly aroused.
We acted like a couple of beginners at a dress rehearsal. Even tho we insulted each other, nobody took it that way. It was sex, just sex, and the words came having no real meaning. It was simply, this and that and here and there."
I'm not lowering any standards when I do something that comes to me naturally. It is moments like this, that makes me realize how lucky I am.
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