Again apologies for not writing this chapter earlier! More work to deal with and out of town this coming week, too. Thanks as always for the readers who have written me thanking me for the stories. One of the new readers is in South Africa, too. And this story is dedicated to the real "Officer Bob" who is a reader in Eastern NC. May he find his Daniel!
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From Kevin 17, "'Jacob, I accept your apology', Patrick said still grimacing from the pain of my chokehold. Elegantly written. Can I come by tonight to hear all about Coach Cabrillo and how you were able to help him? But I think I need to talk about all of my' guys, too? I think I need some real advice.'
Well, after the scene just played out in Diego's office, I could have used a night off from heartfelt conversations about other people's love life. However, I did owe Patrick after accusing him unjustly and now nearly strangling him. In fact one of the things Diego told me before I left was that it was the manager of the club who had called him to tell him Marco had been there and so, wasn't Patrick. Turns out that Diego was a partial owner of the club!
Ok, studying, supper, and then I'd better have some beer ready for Patrick's visit. No Bourbon on a school night! Grin!"
Patrick was at the door at the stroke of 8. He did have a sense of punctuality. That I'll give him. He swept in dramatically, as always, and took a seat on the couch that would force me to sit too close to him if I also sat on the couch. Not going there! I got a couple of brewskis, handed him his, and then took the chair next to the couch.
He frowned at me but then started talking anyway. "Jacob, what am I going to do? I feel like such a slut sometimes. I've been seeing Daniel every Monday night; I'm dating and making out with Mike; I've been in bed with Marco and Jorge together, as well as separately. I've thought about trying to seduce Diego even! I mean I love all the sex, but I want love! I want what you and Kevin have!" The tears started to flow then. Sigh. Time to interrupt them.
"Patrick", I started, "How old are you?"
"Nineteen, as you well know, Jacob."
"When did I finally find true love?"
"This fall."
"And I'm a lot older than nineteen as we both knowÉGive it some time, Patrick. Explore now. Find out who you are. Find out what you truly want and what kind of man you truly desire. Don't be too hard on yourself. You'll find your Kevin if you look hard enough and long enoughÉ"
"I'd rather find my Jacob", he muttered. I pretended not to have heard that.
"Do you understand what I'm saying?" I asked.
"Of course, Father Jacob, he smirked. At least the tears had stopped. And I thankest thee most very kindly for offering a smidgen of the wisdom of your so august years for my so unworthy self."
"Watch it, Patrick", I scowled. "But doesn't this make sense? Obviously you haven't found the man of your dreams. If you had, you'd have dropped all these other guys. Once you find your man you won't want anyone else. So, continue to explore. Continue to look. I can't guarantee when you'll find your man, but I believe that you will." I then changed my tone. "However, I don't think you need to sleep with every man you meet either, just to find out what they'll do for you in bed," I admonished.
He gave me his sad look then. "I haven't slept with every man I've met, now have I Jacob?" he said, clearly indicating me. Well, I walked right into that one. I shook my head in frustration. "You know exactly what I mean", I replied.
"I suppose I do", he had to admit. "But Jacob, this is very hard, this waiting for him, for my man."
"Give it time, Patrick. Give it time."
I could see the gears turning in his head as he switched tactics.
"Jacob thanks for being a friend. I really do need a friend. Will you always be my friend?" and he actually batted his eyelashes at me then!
A bit wary, I answered, "Yes, Patrick. After all you were a good friend to me when we met and helped me see how much I loved Kevin, even from the beginning, from when I met him."
"Stupidest thing I ever did", he muttered. Again I feigned not to have heard him.
Changing the subject, I said, "So, what are you going to do about all of your current `guys'?" I asked.
"Well, Daniel and I have agreed to be friends with benefits for now." I shook my head a bit at that. "We talked on Monday, for real. The age difference is just a bit too wide, for both of us actually. But he is really hot in bed and the sex is great, both ways!" He grinned at my slightly scandalized reaction. "Yeah, sometimes when we're really in the heat of passion we'll switch hit flip flop fuck every few minutes, trying to see who can make the other cum first! That's definitely one of our favorite games!"
"Way too much information", I yelled.
"And Marco is such a tiger in bed. He certainly gives a guy everything he's got. And he has got a lot! And that big, hunky, hairy body when he picks you up and pulls you down on him and literally uses you to fuck himself, making you ride him hard and fast!" And he then rubbed his butt, as if remembering his last ride.
"Enough, Patrick."
He was unrelenting. "Jorge is so cute, but we don't fuck very often. We just wind up doing a 69. He has such a cute cock and it fits in my mouth so well. He tells me he loves my cock the same way, too!" Patrick laughed at my hands over my ears. "As for Mike, I've been working on stretching my hole to see what a cock that huge feels like inside. Yeah, if I'm going to `explore' I think I need to find out the answer to that question! And as for Diego, I'll leave him alone to find himself for a while. But I will dress much more casually at the gym now. I'll also take more naked showers and be naked more often in the locker room when he might walk through. YesÉ" and he smiled his very mischievous grin then. I continued to shake my head and turned red.
He smiled again and said, "Thanks Jacob. I enjoyed our talk. I'd better go now." I wasn't sure I had enjoyed it as much as he had, but told him I was glad we could talk. After a quick embrace and kiss on the lips at the door, he was gone.
Later on that night I got a call from Marco, thanking me for helping his Dad (Diego). He said the two of them talked and now finally understood each other and what they were all about. He said they were closer than they had ever been. He called me his new "hermano" and said I was incredible. I had to laugh a bit at that, but accepted his thanks.
Rest of the week was uneventful. Kevin and I loved our stolen moments after band practice, but this weekend was going to have no sex since the team had a doubleheader with Virginia and Virginia Tech up in Virginia on Saturday and Sunday. Now that Diego, the coach of the team, had "come out" I wondered if he would change the rule about no sex before a game day? Probably not, I thought, having learned a lot more about him this week than I had expected.
On Thursday afternoon, though, Kevin had sneaked me into the showers for one more session of hot frot though. Just seeing his naked, wet, body was almost enough to make me cum, I had to admit. And rubbing our hard bodies together under the gushing water was enough to make us both cum in minutes. No surprise there, I guess! Grin.
The weekend was pretty boring. Another home game for the band. The team lost badly. Bowl game unclear now. Sigh. I did see that the soccer team won both matches, though. I started to wonder if that team might make the playoffs. Looked pretty good. Also saw that Marco played and made goals in both games. Glad to see he was back to his normal, hunky, self! I heard nothing from Patrick, but figured since Diego and Marco were out of town he was seeing Mike or Jorge, or both! So, I was quite surprised when the doorbell rang early Sunday evening. I looked through the peephole to see Daniel. Again, surprised, I let him into the apartment. I looked at him to try to figure out why he was here. No clues in his demeanor. He was dressed casually in dress shorts and a polo shirt. I imagined a jacket tied around his neck and a tennis racket in his hands. Shook my head to clear the picture.
He shook my hand and asked if we could talk for a few minutes. He said he needed a "sounding board". Well, that was better than being called "Father Jacob", I guessed. I agreed and we sat.
He first described his talk with Patrick. I nodded that I had already heard about that. He lifted his eyebrows then. And I was just wicked enough to say that I had heard that he and Patrick had agreed to be "friends with benefits" since the sex was so good neither of them had been willing to give it up. He did flush then. I gave him an innocent smile I knew he wasn't buying.
"Patrick does talk, doesn't he?" Daniel said.
"No shame at all", I replied. "And way too much information as well." Daniel blanched a bit at the thought and quickly changed the subject.
"I talked with Diego the end of the week before they left for Virginia. He and I are going to have dinner regularly and try to become real friends." He saw my quizzical look then, understood it, and responded, "Neither one of us is looking for a relationship. We're really hoping to become friends I think. On the other hand, guess we'll see, won't we?" I had to agree with that. "But what I really want to talk about is what happened this weekend on the way to the beach. I decided to go to the beach, by myself, to spend some quiet time alone. However, when I got close to the beach, driving through some no name town I got stopped by the police for driving too fast through the town. I couldn't believe my stupidity. I mean I know a lot of those towns survive by giving tickets to people passing through. I was so deep in thought that I missed the lower speed limit sign, I guess. I saw the blue lights flashing and pulled off the road. I figured I would just have to pay the ticket and endure the lecture and the points on the license. Dressed like I was in a new BMW, easy meat.
I waited in the car for the cop. I was a bit surprised when I saw him. He was older than I was, but not much, I guessed. But his uniform was very well fitted. He wasn't skinny, a bit stocky even, certainly would be shorter than I am, but he was really masculine. Despite myself, my cock stirred, just a bit. He had the normal Eastern North Carolina accent, but there was a touch of real gentility about it. I noticed he had piercing blue eyes in his tanned face. There was something about him. A kind of charisma at work hereÉ? I wasn't sure and realized I was staring at him. He then gave me a real smile, which lit up his entire face. I think I gave an involuntary gasp, because he studied me a lot harder then. Finally, he said, `Mr. Williams, if you'll come down to the station with me and sign a pledge to never speed in our town again, I can let you go with a warning this time. I see you haven't had a ticket in years, from the computer. Would you like to do that, sir?' he asked hopefully. Well, I wasn't sure about why he was being so generous, but I was suddenly happy to follow him to the station. We quickly got underway and very soon I was parked in the lot at the pack of the police station. We got out of our cars and went into his office. There I signed the pledge and handed it to him. I noticed he was looking very intensely at me. I returned the intensity. He took my hand holding the pledge and touched his naked hand to mine. I felt electricity then! I don't know how long we held hands in silence, both of us looking at each other's eyes, hoping to find what we wanted there.
Finally he spoke and asked, You were heading for the beach for the weekend, right?' I nodded yes, still searching his eyes. Would you rather spend the weekend here?' he asked with a tiny note of pleading in his voice. I looked at him, all of him. Again, not a man I would normally think much about, either positively or negatively. But suddenly I knew I didn't want anything more than to spend the weekend with this super masculine older guy. He ordered a meal from one of the diners in town that he picked up. He then took the meal and me to his secluded, very private, house on the edge of town. I noted that I would be able to park my car where no one would see it. None of this surprised me. This was a small town in Eastern North Carolina after all. We ate our surprisingly good meal, making small talk. We talked about Raleigh, state politics, and the loneliness of living in a small town, unattached. I picked up on the implications of that of course. After the sun went down and we enjoyed the silence of the country for a while, he looked at me with that piercing stare and asked me if I'd like to go to bed, early. I smiled and said, yes. We walked slowly upstairs to his bedroom. He smiled at me with a real smile for the second time. His eyes had an implied, `May I' question. I nodded yes. He started to unbutton my shirt, slowly. When he finally had stripped it off, he softly and carefully caressed my now naked chest and back. I could tell he loved my chest, its muscles, and its tautness. He played with the little chest hair I have, savoring it as well as the hairless rest of me. I have to admit I reveled in his body worship. I finally had to return the favor though! When I finally got his upper body naked, I was really turned on. He had much more chest hair than I did, but it was a beautiful rich brown, like his head. While he was shorter than I am, about 5'10, he more than made up for it with his broad shoulders, thick pecs, and big biceps. His somewhat soft stomach somehow matched the rest of him. This was no gym rat. This was a man who worked for a living and who was all man! We finally took each other into each other's arms and held each other and hugged. He felt so damn good with his big, solid, body and his muscles. It seemed he was enjoying my taller and thinner body, too, judging by his moans. And I suddenly thought that we might look a bit like an old version of you and Kevin, Jacob!"
I had already had that thought and had gotten hard, listening to Daniel's story, and thinking of Kevin in Virginia. Jack off later.
"We took our time. Eventually we were naked and hard in bed together. I won't go into detail about all we didÉ" I nodded my head in thanks. I was already hard after all. "But it was all wonderful. I stayed naked the entire weekend. I never left the house. He cooked and I helped. He had to go out once for more food and did get dressed then, but stripped as soon as he got back in the house. And seeing his body naked again, got me so excited that we went at it like teenagers!" An unfortunate reference I thought, then, thinking of Patrick! "I can't begin to tell you how many times we both came over the course of the weekend. I think I can honestly say, though, that I became addicted to his body and cock. And it seemed he returned that favor, tooÉ We talked enough to know that, while we didn't have much in common in terms of our lives, we shared a lot of tastes, ideas, and desires. We both cried a little when I got dressed finally and had to drive back to the Triangle. I thought about stopping at home but decided I needed to tell you this story before I went home. I'm going to spend next weekend with Bob again." He smiled then and said, "Yeah, he really is Officer Bob!"
He stood up and eyed me then, "So, do you think I'm crazy, Jacob? Am I having some kind of crisis? Do you think I'm trying too hard to find what you and Kevin have found? It really does sound unlikely, doesn't it? I mean the chances of a gay cop stopping me, and a gay cop who sort of looks like an older version of you. Am I wishful thinking?"
I answered what might have been a rhetorical question out loud, with a variation of the advice I had given Patrick earlier in the week. I said, "Daniel, go find out."
He looked at me intensely. He nodded and then hugged me hard. He kissed me on the cheek and said, "You're an amazing son-in-law already."
And then he was gone.
I woke up the next morning and checked my cell before going to class. I had a voice mail. I listened to the mail. It was Patrick. He was upset. He said that Daniel had called him to cancel tonight's meeting. Well, I knew why. He was also upset that Mike had canceled his date on Saturday night. That I didn't know why. Time to talk to Mike again and see what was going on with him!
I'll invite him over after practice tonight!
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