[Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities between actual events and the events in this story or the characters in this story are purely coincidental. This story involves descriptions of unsafe sexual acts between men for the purpose of erotic fantasy and is not intended to condone such acts. If you are underage or homoerotic material is otherwise illegal in your area, please do not continue. Author retains copyright; do not duplicate this story without the express written consent by the author. Comments and suggestions are welcomed by the author at elryc.caledon@gmail.com. The author resides in the Phoenix, Arizona, metropolitan area.]
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This narrative is a continuation of the story I began with the story entitled "Encounter with Richard S," published earlier on Nifty, which you can review for further background information for the years I was working at the drive- in and going to school.
At some point before Richard disappeared (as earlier detailed) from the drive-in, a guy named Jeff began working at the drive-in as a cook.
At first, I barely took any notice of Jeff. So many folks came and went at the drive-in that I didn't make an effort to put names with faces until a person had established that he or she was going to stick with it and hold on to the job. It wasn't uncommon for people to work one or two shifts and then to disappear--and some people would quietly steal out of the building during a break directly after being hired--and simply wouldn't return. Needless to say, the work was difficult, and not all were able to cope with the demanding circumstances.
At any rate, I gradually became acquainted with Jeff. He was quiet and unobtrusive, never complained about the heat of the kitchen or the high-pressure antics of the owners/managers--he simply would do as he was told without comment. The owners at times wanted something done a certain way, but their directions would then be ignored by the managers, who would then want something done a different way. One had to be flexible to get along with all parties on the management team, which is an acquired skill. Jeff was adaptable and flexible and I liked him because he showed up reliably and could be counted on to do his share of the work.
Over time, Jeff & I gradually learned bits and pieces about each other. Jeff wasn't nosy; I had told him I had left home and was currently living with my grandmother, which Jeff accepted without any prying questions. I learned that Jeff's parents were no longer living, and he was alone in the world.
Like myself, Jeff was endeavoring to put himself through school; he had finished all his undergraduate studies at a community college, and now he was attending the university for the higher level courses--and like me, he was struggling financially. Jeff owned a old Dodge Coronet, it had low mileage though and ran well. And he had a roommate to share expenses with, a guy by the name of Danny who had attempted to work at the drive-in as well but he hadn't lasted long, just a few weeks before he found something else to do.
Jeff wasn't terribly good looking. He wasn't downright ugly; he had a rather broad face, a nose that was noticeably crooked and flattened at the end and he had a square lantern jaw with a small, thin-lipped mouth. He did have nice eyes. His body was not proportionate, he had a broad chest, a thick waist and thick legs. He wore his hair in a thick, ragged looking mane, usually tucked up under an old baseball cap.
I wasn't sexually attracted to Jeff. Never-the-less, I was nice to him because I'm not the sort of person who is only nice and tolerant to those I might have a sexual interest in.
Jeff was nice to me, and I have always tended to not judge a person strictly on looks alone. I like a wide variety of people, and my least favorite sorts are people who were lucky enough to have been blessed with a great measure of physical beauty--but who are also vain and shallow and treat others poorly.
At some point Jeff & I were talking about music and comparing notes. I noted my mother had played the piano, and I wanted to learn to read music and I wanted to learn how to play the guitar.
Jeff had a guitar and offered to give me lessons. I was a bit uncomfortable with his offer at first, as I felt he should be paid something (he was so poor!) but I wasn't sure what I could afford. Jeff immediately said not to worry about paying him anything and that we could work on a "barter," system and work something out like that.
So, I said okay, and Jeff named an evening when we both had time available.
I drove to Jeff's house, which was a rental located near the university we were both attending. I could see right away how run down the place was, bits and pieces of the siding were missing or damaged on the siding, and there was a front porch that had an alarming lean towards the ground.
Jeff met me at the front door and welcomed me. He was wearing an old t-shirt and a pair of cutoffs, and he was barefoot. The interior of the home was nearly as bad as the exterior. The wood floors were buckling in some areas, stained black with water stains, the walls were faded and stained. But, the home was clean and tidy. There was no sign of Danny, and Jeff told me Danny was working at a gas station and wouldn't be home until late.
The house was tiny, actually a one bedroom. Danny slept in the living room on a futon couch that folded down into a bed. There was a tiny kitchen with a very small gas range in the corner. On the right side was a bathroom, and across from that was a bedroom.
Jeff led the way to his bedroom and he picked up his guitar that he had out on his bed. He sat on the bed and handed the guitar to me. I sat on an old kitchen chair Jeff had placed in the room for me beside the bed.
Jeff showed me how to tune the guitar, and how to hold it properly. It felt awkward and strange at first, but I quickly became accustomed to it. Then Jeff showed me a few chords to play, which pleased me greatly. My hands are small, and my fingers are a bit short but Jeff said I did well, better than he had expected for a raw beginner.
After about two hours, my fingers, my hands and my shoulders were aching and Jeff commented his shoulders and neck were aching too, as he had spent a lot of time hunching over towards me, coaching me on how to hold the chords with my left hand on the fretboard and directing my right hand on the strings.
So we left off for the evening; I was pleased with the progress I had made. Jeff took the guitar from me, and placed it carefully in its case, and stowed it in his closet.
I stretched while Jeff was taking care of the guitar, we really had been sitting for a long time and I was tired.
"So," Jeff said as he closed his closet door, "I've been thinking about how we could sort of barter for the guitar lessons."
"Good," I responded, "What did you have in mind?"
"Well," Jeff said as he sat back down on his bed, "I have a bad back, and I was kind of wondering if you'd be willing to give me massages, which would help me a lot."
"Sure," I shrugged, I was a bit surprised and a little intrigued but felt okay with Jeff's request.
"Okay, well, let's get started," Jeff smiled and stood up and pulled off his shirt. He did have a nice chest, and I felt a little stir of sexual energy looking him over. Jeff went over to his closet and pulled out a large beach towel, and laid that on his bed. Then he gave me a smaller towel and a bottle of some lightly scented body oil. Then he stretched out face-down on his bed.
I impulsively decided to have some fun. I remembered seeing a really cheesy gay porno about a gay guy seducing a straight guy.
"Um," I started, "I don't want to get any of this oil on your cutoffs, maybe you better slip those off."
"Yeah, good idea," Jeff said, and then he stood and pulled them off-- and he wasn't wearing any underwear.
I blushed and looked away. Jeff looked completely unconcerned and returned to his prone position on the bed. I had glanced at his crotch and had caught a brief glimpse of a nice, average sized penis along with a fairly tight scrotum. His penis was circumcised, with a nice broadly flaring head.
So, I started with the massage, concentrating on Jeff's back, as he had said that was where he had the most discomfort. Jeff's ass was very nice, and I worked my way casually down both sides, then worked on the backs of his thighs down to his calves and ended with his feet. I could see the back of Jeff's scrotum as I worked on his legs, and it seemed to me it was relaxing a bit. Jeff was very clean and smelled good--and strangely enough, didn't look quite as unattractive as I had initially decided.
After I had finished, I asked Jeff to turn over, and he complied. I was a bit surprised to find Jeff's cock was fully erect. I had had no indication prior to that that he was at all feeling aroused. Jeff kept his eyes closed and didn't comment on his arousal.
I massaged his scalp carefully, then gently massaged his face, relaxing the skin around his eyes. Then I worked my way down to his chest; Jeff continued to relax and his erection began to flag. Jeff's chest was really hairy, which was something I really liked. I felt my own cock twitch a bit, constrained as it was.
As I was working on Jeff's chest, he reached out with his right hand a gently groped my hardening penis.
"Why don't you get out of those clothes and get comfortable," he murmured.
So, after wiping my hands on the small towel, I slipped out of my clothes, laying them on the small chair behind me.
I began the massage again, this time allowing my hands to slide across Jeff's ample belly, and his penis hardened again. I brushed my fingers across it lightly, then went around his crotch and started working on the fronts of his legs, down one side, then the other, finishing with his feet.
Then I returned to his crotch, and lightly grasping his cock, I gave it a few light strokes, up and down. Jeff jerked a little, sighing with his pleasure, then he reached out and caressed me again.
"Wanna fuck me?" Jeff asked, opening his eyes a little to observe my reaction.
I smiled and said "Sure, I'd like that."
"How do you want me?"
"Face down."
Jeff turned back over. I took some of the oil and massaged his ass, then I began working on his tight opening. He was actually very tight, and I did the best I could to loosen him up a bit and to relax.
After a few minutes, I decided he was ready, and I maneuvered up on top of him and prepared to mount him.
"Are you ready," I asked, rubbing the head of my cock up and down his crack.
"Yeah, put that nice cock inside me," Jeff moaned.
I placed the head of my dick at his tight entrance, and then gently pressed it inside. Jeff stiffened a bit, so I stopped my advance and allowed him to adjust to the intrusion. My cock felt like it was wrapped in warm oil.
After a few seconds, I pushed forwards, and I felt Jeff spreading his legs a little to accommodate me better. Then I was buried completely. It felt so good; it had been a long time since I had been inside of another man and it was difficult for me to keep control of my orgasm. I moved slowly and carefully though, stopping as needed to make sure I didn't come too soon.
After about ten minutes or so of careful thrusting, with Jeff moaning with pleasure, I felt I was nearing the limit of my control.
"Would you like me to fuck you?" Jeff asked, as I paused yet again in order not to come.
"Okay," I said. I didn't ordinarily let guys fuck me--when I was in Dallas, living for a short time with a gay escort, I was usually a top--except for him, as he always wanted me to bottom for him.
But, on this evening, I was aroused enough to feel I could enjoy being fucked for a change. It had been a long time since I had been with anyone and I was ready.
I pulled out of Jeff's tight ass, and wiped my cock off with the towel.
"So, how do you want to do this?" I asked as Jeff turned over and sat up.
"I'd like you face up, so I can kiss you, is that okay?"
"Yes," I replied, and I laid back on the bed, with my knees raised.
Jeff rubbed some oil on his penis, then swabbed my anal area with a goodly amount. Then he raised my legs to his shoulders, and I felt the blunt head of his cock against me.
"Go slow," I asked quietly, "It's been a long time."
"No worries, I'm not going to hurt you," Jeff responded.
I felt the head of his cock breach me, there was the usual flash of fiery pain, then the pleasure of being penetrated took over.
Jeff's face approached my face, and then our lips locked together as he sank every inch of his dick deep inside of my body. It was very pleasurable and I moaned.
Jeff began to thrust, gently at first, then more insistently. His cock bumped against my prostate in a pleasurable way and I felt myself begin to approach my climax.
"Can I come inside you?" Jeff whispered breathlessly, "I wanna flood you with my cum."
"Yeah, go for it," I grunted as he continue to thrust, "Kiss me again."
Jeff bent his head, and kissed me again, as he did so, I felt his cock give a strong kick.
"Fuck, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming inside you," Jeff moaned.
I gave my cock a few light jerks and then I was spraying semen all over our bellies.
Jeff collapsed on top of me, and we drifted off to sleep together, both of us were completely satiated.
Jeff & I continued to see other after that. He gave me numerous lessons on the guitar (some of which I can still remember, though I never did buy a guitar). We fucked several more times.
It turned out Jeff's roommate, Danny, was gay. We ended up having a fun threeway one afternoon; Danny was a sweet guy, goofy in a lot of ways, he was short and dumpy. He had a lot of energy in bed, and was possessed of a cute little cock (a party-sized cock, as I called it).
After a few months, Jeff decided to go to school in a different state, and he & I gradually lost touch. But I still remember him with a great fondness.
I have about three more stories to share from this time period of my life, Thanks for reading and I welcome your comments and suggestions.
~Finis~