Him
By scass3254@aol.com
Tom Allen listened to the rain as it beat softly against the side of the centuries old farmhouse and remembered the broken window in the attic that he had been meaning to fix.
He closed his soft blue eyes and moved his pudgy fingers across his hairy chest and then gently squeezed his large nipples. He felt them begin to grow as he rubbed his thumbs and forefingers moved back and forth across them making his flesh tingle with excitement. Shadows of lights crept into the room from a full moon and danced on the wall as he slowly moved his fingers down his body and slipped them inside his jockey briefs. His hands were warm against his flesh as he slid his shorts down under his balls. He suspected that most guys that jerked off did it that way. The old house creaked in the wind and he listened to the sounds of night outside as he touched his cock in the shadowy light. The sleeping giant began to awaken as he fondled the head of his cock. Slowly he moved it down the thick throbbing shaft and felt its hardness. The large vein that ran down the length of his cock pulsated as he caressed his balls cupping one and then the other. He felt their silkiness as his fingers touched the soft hair and skin as he grinded his ass into the sheets and began to strokes his meat slowly. In the darkness, his hand moved toward the nightstand and he reached for the lubricant like a blind man. Clumsily, his fingers knocked over his glasses forcing him to switch on the lamp. He found the lubricant and rubbed the slick gel into the palm of his hand and fingers and was ready.
Closing his eyes, he touched the head of his cock and gently spreads the lube up and down his shaft letting the satiny smooth oil seep into his skin. The giant was now fully awake and stiff as a broom handle. His fingers gripped the shaft firmly while his other hand massaged his balls. He begins to stroke himself, moving his fingers up and down from the head to the shaft concentrating on the massive head that now glistened. He thought of the man that he saw every morning on the train and he began masturbating as the image of his naked body flashed through Tom's mind.
They stood on the platform and rode to work everyday on the same train. They often sat side by side, their bodies pressed against one another on their ride into the city. Heat generated from the man's beefy thigh pressed against Tom, filling him with desire, and yet, they had never spoken.
The man was around forty-five and stocky. His beer belly protruded but his flesh was firm and not sloppy soft. His boots were well worn and had seen better days. Tom assumed that he was a construction worker. A tattoo of an eagle with talons extended peeked out from under his cut-off sweatshirt revealing muscular biceps. The tattoo ran down from his shoulder to mid bicep. Veins and cords popped from his strong forearms. He was a powerful man with shiny brown hair that needed cutting. A thick mustache, beginning to show some gray, rode above his full, juicy lips. He needed a shave but it only added to his masculinity.
When the train arrived in Grand Central Station, "He" hurried off, his melon-sized buns filling out the back of his jeans, oblivious that the man that had been seated next to him had to rest his newspaper on his lap to conceal his raging hard-on.
How many times had Tom undressed him in his mind? "Him." There's no name to go with the face or body. It was just, "Him or "He"." There was no wedding ring on his finger, his face always burrowed in concentration as he scribbled notes into a pad that look like hieroglyphics to Tom. Occasionally, he allowed himself to shut his black eyes that glistened like pieces of coals. How many times had Tom tried to start a conversation, only to stop himself in mid effort?
Tom saw his face everywhere, but the man that filled his thoughts and invaded his dreams was nameless. How many other men were like Tom that obsessed over a waiter, a cop on the beat, their local grocer or even a neighbor.
Tom's fingers massaged his balls and he stroked himself letting his stubby fingers move up and down the shaft hoping to make it last. In his mind he imagined "Him," moving through a field, his shirt off and sweating profusely in the blazing sun. Rivulets of sweat pour from his chest and settled in his bellybutton. His wet, hide glistened in the sunlight. His jockey shorts peeked out from his pants and when he bent over, his love handles offered enough flesh to hold on to. His round buns filled his tight jeans making Tom salivate with lust. His fleshy nipples protruded and were plump like grapes on a vine as Tom envisioned his naked, furry, chunky body that was ripe for loving. His cock bulged and showed clearly through the denim, as Tom instinctively reached out into the darkness and squeezed his own dick instead.
In Tom's mind they came together and when it was over, "He" disappeared without a word spoken. No words were ever spoken. Tom has taken "Him", in every rooms of the house and in the pool. His fantasy was to take "Him" in the sauna. Tom just knew that his construction worker had a large, thick, uncut cock. Tom could see the head leaking pre cum and when he tasted it would hear moans of pleasure as Tom's tongue licked the head that felt like velvet.
That was the beauty of jerking off. You could have whomever you desired and Tom desired "Him". Tom kissed his lips and felt a warm tongue as it reached into his mouth. They kissed passionately, their bodies clinging, as they discover one another for the first time every time that Tom had him in his fantasies.
Tom's dick was throbbing as he played with himself, rubbing his belly and pinching his tits as he stroked himself.
They lay next to one another and Tom placed his tongue inside the hood of his cock and began to lick feeling the mushroom cap as it began to grow. It tastes of sweat, soap and his manliness as Tom's mouth engulfs his cock. Tom twirls his tongue around the head of the man's cock and slowly down the shaft until he can't take any more into his mouth. He wants all of it. He wants to taste his sweetness as his construction worker unloads and Tom tastes the heavy cream that flows from him.
The phone rang and Tom picked it up. It was his partner. Tom listened to him speak and hung up. Tom went to his closet and took out a suitcase. In the morning he would fly to London on business. He looked at the lubricant on the nightstand and knew that his construction worker would have to wait for another day.
A week later
Yesterday, "He" smiled as he sat across from Tom, looking up from his notes. He had dimples and white even teeth and his tan accentuated the whiteness. Tom noticed the small beauty mark on the side of his nose.
"We have to stop meeting this way," he laughed, "or people will start talking." His voice was strong and masculine.
Why this sudden burst of friendliness was all that Tom could think of?
"You live on Mt. Hollow road, don't you?"
"I do," Tom, responded surprised by the question.
His smile was warm and friendly and Tom noticed that this morning he was wearing a white shirt and an expensive tie. His suit jacket was in the rack above. He was wearing Gucci loafers and he had shaved. He cleaned up very well.
"I saw you come out of your driveway. I've always admired that house and now I know who lives there. It's a beautiful old house."
"Thanks, it is lovely but it is too big for me being alone."
There was a lull in the conversation.
"My name is Adam Sturgess. I live up the road from you on Crescent. I also live alone. The wife split over a year ago." He shrugged.
"Sorry to hear that."
"Don't be. I found her making it with the guy who did my landscaping. And you, if I'm not getting too personal?"
Tom didn't know what to say but finally said. "My partner died a few years ago. I came home and he was on the floor in the living room. He had a heart attack."
"Oh," was all that Adam said and then there was silence. When Adam finally spoke he said, "...would it be an imposition if I asked if I could drop over one day with your permission to take a look at your house. I'm an architect and in construction. I do big commercial building but have this dream of building custom houses and yours is the kind of house I would be proud to have my name on."
"It would be my pleasure." Tom smiled and reached into his briefcase and gave Adam his card.
Adam held the card in his beef hands. "Tom Allen, attorney at law," he said softly. "Where were you when I was getting divorced? I could have saved a bundle."
Tom smiled. He has a round face and his clear blue eyes crinkled. His hair was now salt and pepper and cut short. He was heavy but fine tailoring concealed his girth. He was handsome.
"I'm a corporate attorney so you would have still been out of luck. How about coming by tomorrow? It's the weekend and I'll be in all day working in the garden. Come over for a Bloody Mary and if you like we could have lunch."
"Gee, thanks. I would like that a lot." He looked at his watch. "Have to run. We're here and I'm running late. Thanks again and see you tomorrow."
Adam touched the stone fireplace and then examined the old wooden plank floors and ceiling beams and smiled broadly.
"They don't make houses like this anymore. Thanks for letting me see it. And by the way, putting in a sauna in the basement was a nice touch. My muscles have been aching from this job that I'm working on and I could sit in one for an hour to bake out."
"Why don't you?"
"I don't want to impose."
"No imposition, unless you're concerned that I'm gay." Tom said it to test the water. All afternoon he had been on edge, excited as he watched Adam touch wood, inspect the stone and feel things. He was wearing shorts and his legs were strong.
"Your being gay never entered my mind. I would like to...if you would join me."
"I could use a sauna too."
They changed in a small room and Tom handed Adam a towel. The smell of eucalyptus filled the room as they entered and sat on a lower bench. Adam was built as Tom had imagined and he had to concentrate so he didn't get aroused. Adam's chest was fleshy, his nipples large. He was smooth except for some hair between his pectorals. His belly was round and firm. They sat drinking the beer that Tom had brought in and talked. In a few minutes sweat began to pour from their body. They sat close to each other, their legs touching. Adam didn't move away but pressed his leg against Tom's who didn't know how to respond.
Adam got off the bench and poured cold water over his head and then onto the coals. Nonchalantly, he removed the towel that he was wearing. He was cut and large. His meat was thick and he had low hanging balls. Tom found himself getting erect looking at Adam who stood there.
"Aren't you going to take off that towel so I can see your package?"
He walked over to Tom and kissed the top of his head and said.
"I know that you want me. I sensed it everyday when we ride to work and the way you stare at me. I've been with a man before. Funny, I'm here now it's not because I'm horny and haven't had a woman in a long time. I'm here now and was hoping that you would make a pass at me." He laughed. I'm attracted to you. There's something about you that has intrigues me. I've always admired older men and I guess I got married for all the wrong reasons." He undid the towel that Tom was wearing. "I knew that you would be hard." He reached and touched Tom's cock and held it in his hand. Tom was afraid that he was going to cum prematurely as Adam held it. Adam took Tom's hand and lifted him off the bench and kissed him fully on the mouth. His tongue entered Tom's mouth and they tasted one another, their bodies pressed together.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Tom asked.
Adam touched his dick that was now rigid and smiled. "I think so. It feels right with you. I need to be held and be loved. I need to know that I'm wanted. Tom, this is not a one way street and I will try to please you with your help."
They kissed, touching, feeling and enjoying the closeness they shared.
Adam's hair was wet and hung over his eyes. Tom pushed it back with his hand and kissed him softly on the lips. They held each other without talking. Tom kissed him and Adam's mouth opened to take in his tongue. It had been a long time for both and they savored each other's lips, their hands roaming each other's body. Tom began to lick Adam's nipples and he moaned with pleasure as Tom's mouth sucked on one and then other and slowly made love to them. His tongue moved down Adam's body as bolts of electricity passed through Adam's body as Tom's tongue did its magic. He nestled his face in the soft flesh above Adam's pubic hair and touched the round mound and took Adam's throbbing meat into his mouth, his stubby fingers on Adam's round ass. Tom tongue licked at the head tasting sweat and salt. It felt like velvet against his tongue as his mouth took all of him into it until he felt it against his throat. He began to suck holding the shaft, controlling the amount of Adam's cock that entered his mouth. Adam moaned and thrust his ass forward so he could fuck Tom's mouth that was only too ready to oblige. Tom's fingers squeezed Adam's ass and his index finger entered the crack of his ass and he pushed against his rosebud with no resistance from Adam. His finger entered his ass and he moved it in and out as he sucked on Adam's cock. Adam rubbed his belly and played with his tits as Tom made love to his cock with his mouth and while his finger worked his ass. Adam was dancing on Tom's finger when Tom inserted another one into Adam's ass. He felt Adam grimace and then relax as his fingers worked their way inside of him.
"Fuck me," Adam cried out huskily. "I want to know what it feels like. I want you to take me here. He turned, put his knees on the bench so his ass was at the right level.
Tom kissed his rounded buns and rubbed his dick against the side of Adam's buns. He held his hips and put his dick within the crack feeling his way in. As he placed his finger inside Adam's ass, Adam rolled his hips and butt until the finger disappeared within him. Tom felt the sweat dripping down his forehead; he desperately wanted this man that he had dreamed about. He took out his finger and placed his dick against his ass and pushed. Adam cried out as Tom's cock penetrated him. Tom had an average cock. Tom held still until the pain subsided and then he moved slowly feeling the heat and wetness as he moved inside of Adam.
"Are you all right?" he asked Adam who was playing with his own cock.
"It hurt but now I'm getting use to it."
"If you want me to stop, tell me. I don't want to hurt you."
"Fuck me," and he began to wiggle his ass and Tom began to move with him.
Tom watched his cock slide in and out of Adam's ass and heard the moans now not of pain but of pleasure as Adam began to move quicker taking Tom's thrust.
"Oh, yes, give it me, make me cum with your loving. Oh, Tom, it feels so good."
Tom moved quicker and quicker and knew that he was going to pop. He grabbed Adam's hips and thrust his cock deep into him so he could feel the hairs of his ass against his balls as he fucked him.
"I'm going to cum," Tom cried out and exploded within Adam ass as Tom's ass clamped down on Tom's cock. Adam began to whimper then cried out,
"Don't stop, I'm cuming," he shouted and shot his wad into his hand as Tom held himself within him.
They were drenched in sweat when Tom pulled out and kissed Adam. He led him into the shower where they cleaned up. They went into the master bedroom and lay on the bed and held each other.
"I want you to fuck me in this bed," Tom said. "I want you to make love to me as I with you." Will you?"
Adam smiled and kissed Tom. "You made me feel alive again. You made me feel wanted and loved. I want to make love to you again if you'll let me."
They held each other and fell asleep in each other's arms.