Kismet
by scass3254@aol
Michael Stone stood alone as waves crashed against the massive boulders that guarded the shoreline sending sprays of white foam into the air. He stood there in the wet packed sand as water rushed in around his ankles and listened to the lonely sound of a foghorn in the distance. There was solitude here, a quiet time to reflect but it only exacerbated his loneliness as nighttime approached.
He passed a lone jogger as he made his way home to his beach house watching the last vestiges of the sun plunge into the sea leaving ribbons of crimson and cobalt blue as darkness fell.
As he entered the house, the phone rang and he rushed to answer it. He picked it up and heard an unfamiliar voice and detected the man's nervousness.
"Is this Michael Stone?" a husky voice inquired.
"Who's calling?" Michael responded figuring it was another telemarketer and he was in no mood for solicitations at this hour.
"My name is Bart Howard. I don't think that you would remember me," his voice now tentative. "Happy Anniversary," he said with a smile in his voice.
"I think you have the wrong Michael Stone," Michael replied ready to hang up.
"Don't hang up. Did you have a bypass operation four years ago?" the voice quickly responded.
Michael's hand instinctively touched his heart and he felt the zipper marks that ran down his chest. The gray hairs of his beefy chest partially concealed the scar. Had it been four years already?
"Yes, I did have a bypass operation. Do I know you?"
"Probably not. I was the man who administered CPR the night that you collapsed at the concert hall. We never had the pleasure of meeting. Let's say you were in no condition that evening."
Michael felt his heat beating faster.
"I'm a nurse and lucky for you I was there that night as it was my lips that brought you back to life." He said it with humor and Michael laughed. "I had a hard time finding you."
So this was the man that had saved his life. He had been told that somebody had administered CPR that night but he never discovered whom it was.
"Bart, that night was and still is a mystery to me. All I remember was walking up steps to a concert that I drove to Frisco to hear and the next thing I know is that I'm in the hospital having a triple bypass. My memory of people and things that night are amnesia-like. So forgive me for not thanking you sooner for saving my life."
"No thanks are necessary. I found out that you lived in the San Diego area and was just checking up to see how you were doing. When the medics took you away that night, I was certain that you were a goner. I prayed that you would make it. Funny, but I was so upset by what had happened that I never saw the concert myself."
"Are you calling from Frisco?"
"No. I happen to be in town looking at job opportunities and wanted to know that you were all right. If you're wondering why I'm calling out of the blue, it's quite simple. The night that you collapsed, I learned that my best friend's son was murdered around the same time. Somehow saving your life suddenly became important to me. Four years ago today is when it happened."
"How long are you going to be in town?" This sensitive man touched Michael. "I would like to show my appreciation if you're free. I would love to take you out to dinner so I can meet the man whose lips brought me back to life."
"I'd like that. I leave on Sunday."
"How about tomorrow for lunch or dinner?"
"I have a job interview tomorrow afternoon but I'm free tomorrow night."
They arranged to meet the following evening at Bart's hotel. Hearing from Bart brightened Michael and the funk that he had found himself in had dissipated. Michael wondered what Bart looked like? How old was he? Was he married? Was he Gay? Michael fixed himself a Scotch and sat down on the sofa wondering if there was such a thing as kismet.
Michael Stone was a man of sixty with a head of gray hair and a full beard that was neatly trimmed. Piercing gray eyes and a strong face added to his masculinity. He had owned a large real estate business and the open-heart surgery was a wakeup call for him that it was time to reevaluate his life and what was left of it. He had been divorced for over ten years when his wife discovered that he was gay and her vindictiveness turned his two children against him. He hadn't seen them for the last ten years. They were living in Europe and his repeated efforts to contact them had been rebuffed. Michael was tall standing over six feet tall and heavy. Each week he looked in the mirror and promised himself that he was going on a diet to lose weight. Time had been kind to him and he didn't look his age. He took a long swallow from his drink and thought of his meeting tomorrow evening.
Bart Howard was "hot" with blond hair that was stylishly long and a body that most men dreamed about but would never have. This Adonis that had saved his life was around thirty years old with clear blue eyes. When he smiled he radiated warmth. He hugged Michael and Michael felt his muscles as he pressed against him.
"Are you sure you don't remember me?" Bart asked with a toothy grin that showed his dimples. His eyes were pale blue and he had long lashes that added softness to his face.
Michael laughed easily. "If somebody had his lips on my mouth that looked like you, I surely would have remembered, heart attack or not."
"Let me look at you," Bart said. "You look wonderful."
"And so do you. You have no idea have happy I am to finally meet you in person. I tried to find out who you were but nobody seemed to know."
"Truth is that I didn't want to get involved. I have so little free time working that I guard my privacy. Through friends at the hospital I learned who you were and thought I would call since I was in town."
"I'm so glad that you did. Aren't you still in nursing?"
"No. I'm one of the burnouts. It happens and things haven't gone well for me the last few years. My lover got ill and I took off time and was let go. Money became a problem with his illness and I don't want to sing a sad song but I've pretty well used up my funds. I have come to San Diego to find a job and with the economy and what's happening with the world, things are tough. I have an appointment with a family in La Jolla as a private nurse. A friend who is now taking care of the old man recommended me. Let's talk about you."
That evening was like a tonic for Michael and he checked the clock and it was after one.
"It's getting late," Bart, said. "Would I be out of order if I asked you back to my room for a night cap?"
"I would love it if it's no imposition."
"None at all. "I must warn you."
"That sounds ominous."
"It is. I find you very attractive. Have from the moment my lips touched yours. I don't know if you're gay or not but I wanted to make my intentions clear so there was no misunderstanding."
"That's the second time today that you've brightened my day. First was your call and now telling me that you find me attractive. Not very often that I hear that from anybody and especially from someone that looks like you."
"People assume because I like older men that I'm a hustler. I have always been attracted to older men with some meat on their bones. Have been since I've been a kid."
No sooner had the door to the room closed that Bart was in Michael's arms kissing him. There was a hunger to his kisses that took Michael's breath away. Bart's lips were full as he parted his lips to take Michael's tongue into his mouth. Their tongue touched and bolts of electricity shot through Michael as they held each other tightly. Bart took off Michael's shirt slowly, his hand reaching inside and feeling his fleshy chest, his fingers lingering on his nipple. He squeezed it gently and Michael gasped as Bart's fingers massaged the nipple slowly in his hand until they had risen and were hard. With his shirt opened, Bart sucked at his nipples, first one and then the other making Michael hold Bart's face close to his body. Bart took Michael's hand and led him to the bed and finished undressing him then himself. Michael watched with admiration as Bart lay next to him marveling at this beautiful man with the hard body that was beside him. Why him he thought to himself? Why now after all this loneliness?
Bart mouth was hungry and his hands busy as they roamed Michael's body, caressing him as his lips kissed his body as he made his way down to his pubic hairs. Bart nestled his face in the soft silky hair as his fingers massaged both of Michael's nipples.
Am I in heaven Michael thought as Bart explored his body? Suddenly Michael felt the warmth of a tongue as it gently flicked at the head of his organ. It was done with amazing slowness as parts parted and were on his fleshy cock that was now stiff and hard. Michael was in ecstasy as Bart's mouth expertly worked the head, his tongue twirling around the rim and then slowly down the shaft. Saliva filled Bart's mouth as he sucked a little faster, his mouth taking more and more of Michael's cock into his mouth. It was a large cock and Michael murmured as Bart fondled his balls. His hands were rough and calloused which surprised Michael but he was enjoying the sensation as Bart's tongue licked at one of his balls and then the other. Slick with saliva, the hairs slicked down, Bart took in one of Michael's balls into his mouth and sucked it gently. Then he did the other and Michael thought he would climax.
"Oh, Bart, was all Michael could utter as Bart began to suck him with a ferocity that he had never know. His mouth was like a suction cup as he deep throated Michael's cock making him cry out in joy. Michael knew he was ready and Bart sensed it as he sucked faster and faster and Michael cried out as he came in Bart's mouth. Bart sucked the sweetness as it poured from Michael's cock until he was drained. He lay there happy.
The phone rang and Bart talked into the phone and sat besides Michael.
"Can I have a rain check? That was my friend. The meeting has been changed for seven in the morning. It's late and I want to be at my best. Can I see you again?"
"I'd like that. I don't like to hit and run and I wanted to take care of you."
"I want that too."
Michael drove home happier then he had been in a long time. Not only was Bart handsome, he was bright, witty and compassionate. He parked the car and entered the house and slept soundly.
The phone's ringing awakened him.
"Michael Stone," a voice asked.
With sleep in his voice, Michael answered yes.
"Mr. Stone, this is Bart Howard. You probably don't remember me."
"Is this a joke? Bart you're also a jokester too."
There was silence on the other end and then the voice responded.
"He's contacted you already. I was afraid of that. The reason, I'm calling you is to warn you."
Michael sat up in bed, now fully awake.
"What do you mean warn me?"
"The Bart Howard that you met is not Bart Howard. He is impersonating me."
"Is this some sort of a macabre joke, it is isn't it? Tell me that it is. I had dinner with Bart Howard last evening." Suddenly, Michael's voice took on a metallic edge.
"The man you had dinner with is Brad Carter. He's a hustler. He's very clever. Probably told you he was a nurse and his lover was ill and died and he is out of money. Mr. Stone, I'm ashamed to say that he was my former lover or I thought that he was and he played me like he is now trying to play you."
"How do I know that you are who you claim to be?"
"Good question. I'm calling from the hospital now. Call and ask for Bart Howard. Here is the main number. Ask for the emergency ward. I'm calling from there now." He gave Michael the number and hung up.
Shocked, Michael tried to gather his thoughts and then he became angry. He dialed the number. It was in San Francisco and he was put through to the emergency ward. A woman called out Bart's name and then Michael heard Bart Howard's voice. They spoke.
"Don't keep the date with him. Beg off. Tell him that a business deal came up and you will have to make it at a later date. I'm driving down later this morning and should be there by early afternoon."
Confused, angry and mad, Michael paced around the beach house feeling annoyed at himself for being duped. Was it Brad's looks and body that had captivated him? How was he to know that Brad wasn't who he claimed to be? He had all the right answers. Now, Michael waited for the real Bart Howard to show up or was he an impersonator too. Was this a scam and Michael the innocent dupe?
Bart Howard showed up at four and got out of the car. He was close to Michael's age and carried a paunch around his middle as he walked up the stairs. His hair was brown and cut short. He wore a shirt that was worn outside of his pants to conceal his weight as heavy men often do. His arms were muscular and hairy. He wore glasses and his eyes were brown. He was attractive for an older man but not the Adonis Bart or Brad that he had met yesterday.
Michael came out to greet him and Bart smiled showing a warm friendly face. It was round and pleasant looking.
"So we finally meet," Bart said.
Michael embraced him as he had Brad the following day.
"I must say your call surprised and shocked the hell out of me. Come in and let's have a drink so you can fill me in."
Michael sat there with dismay written all over his face.
"Why?" he asked. "Why me?"
"Brad is an opportunist. He's bright and cunning and has used me. I worked as a private nurse taking care of the old. Most of my clients were rich and he used me to steal from them. I thought that he loved me but it was an act. I guess I told him about what happened that night to you at the concert and now he is here with a sad tale. He knows you probably have money as he's probably checked you out. He's has a lover, young and handsome and also a hustler. I sadly found that out and they work together."
"That was probably the call he got last night."
"He's playing on your sympathy, the dead lover; lack of work and hopefully you'll come through with a check. I'm so sorry."
"It's not your fault. The truth is that I was smitten by his looks and that he found me attractive. He was charming and I did believe his story. He did have sex with me and for the first time in a long time I felt wonderful. Oh, yes, I was taken in hook, line and sinker and he would have reeled me in. I would probably have taken him in and yes, probably have given him money." Michael could see the tears in Bart's eyes.
"He's a user, and that's not sour grapes. I was crazy about him and he used that to his advantage. He told me that he liked heavier men and I fell for it. I was lonely and he played on my loneliness and I guess that is why I am here. I don't want what happened to me to happen to somebody else. He showered me with affection that I had never known. He was wonderful in bed and it was a tremendous boost for my ego. But in time, I saw through his lies and deceit. For my own salvation, I threw him out. It was tough because," he hesitated. "Do you have any idea what being older and lonely without anybody is like? But I saw him for what he was and didn't want to part of it anymore and it killed me to give up the only happiness I have known. He called me recently to say goodbye and told me that he was heading for San Diego. I don't know why but I thought of you. I'm glad that I came. I didn't want you to get hurt. You seem like a decent man."
"Where are you staying?"
"I have no plans. I'll find a place or drive back later today."
"Stay with me. I have plenty of room and we could have dinner."
The phone rang and it was Brad.
"It's him," Michael said and was cool as he spoke into the phone. "Brad, that is your real name, isn't it. It is Brad Carter. I know who you are and what your scam is. The real Bart Howard is here with me now. Nice try but you backed the wrong horse. I suggest that you leave town quickly as I have a detective friend who should be visiting your hotel as soon as I hang up so get out while you can. Don't ever contact me again."
There was silence on the other end and then a click.
"Did he say anything?" Bart asked.
"He hung up. He won't be calling me again. Now, let's me and you go someplace special for dinner tonight."
They had dinner at a place by the water that Michael liked and he found the real Bart charming. They talked about music and Bart's work. He now worked in the emergency ward of a large hospital and loved it. It was challenging and he was never bored. He had been gay as long as he could remember and married right after he got out of the navy but it didn't last. He had been gay ever since. They walked home along the beach and sat at a boulder looking at the sea. Michael put his hand around Bart's shoulder and kissed his sweetly on the cheek.
"What's that for?"
"For coming to my rescue and saving me a lot of trouble. I like you am very vulnerable and Brad was very persuasive."
They sat there, their bodies pressed against one another as beams of light from the moon danced on the water. The smell of Bart's cologne lingered in the air. Michael took his hand and held it. His fingers were strong. They didn't move, just sat on the rock, their legs pressing against one another.
"Would you like to come into the house? I could build a fire and we could have a drink before we hit the sack."
"I was hoping for more. I like you Michael. In a way I'm glad that Brad got us together."
They held hands and walked into the house and kissed. Michael looked at the heavy man who stood in front of him and kissed him tenderly on the lips. Bart returned his kiss and held him close.
"I'm not Brad. I'm just a lonely old man who wants to be loved."
"And so am I." He kissed Bart and his tongue slipped into his mouth. Their tongues touched and there was sweetness to their kisses. They began to undress each other, and stood there naked in front of the fire that Michael had built. Michael's hands caressed Bart's beefy chest, his fingers running through the silky hairs. His tits were beefy and his nipples firm as Michael put his lips to one of them and heard Bart moan with delight. They lay down on a rug before the fire and held each other as the flames licked at the wood. There was no need for talk as they touched and fondled each other. Their kisses were now filled with passion as they discovered one another. Bart kissed Michael's scar and ran his hands gingerly down the length of it. His tongue traced a line down his body as he found the softness of his pubic hair. They took turns exploring each other and Michael wanted to taste Bart's sweetness. His hands roamed his flesh and his rounded belly and liked the way it felt. Bart was of average size and cut as Michael put his lips to the head of Bart's cock and with his tongue flicked at the head like a lizard. His tongue tasted the pre cum that had gathered at the head and he licked it. Michael wanted to please this man. Last night he had been with an Adonis and now with a man who looked like him; but he knew that their kissing and holding was genuine and real. Michael gently spread Bart's beefy legs apart and got between them. His thighs were strong and Michael kissed the inside of them as he moved up to his scrotum and licked at his balls. He tongue moved upward, the saliva making the fine hairs slick so they didn't catch in his mouth. They were large and tasted of soap and sweat. Michael nuzzled his face between them savoring his scent and licked at each ball until moans of pleasure emanated from Bart's lips. Michael's held reached out and grabbed Bart's fleshy hips and then took his penis into his mouth. The warmth of his mouth caressed the head and he swirled his tongue around it slowly tasting the leaky pre cum like a child a melting cone. His mouth took more and more of Bart's cock into his mouth and he began to suck slowly. There was a deliberateness to his rhythm as he worked from the head to the shaft and then the balls and back again. He felt Bart move under him, his body moving against him and he felt the softness of his flesh as he began to suck a little faster. Now he twirled his tongue counterclockwise around the head, his hand holding the shaft tightly. His hands roamed Bart's body feeling his nipples that came alive in his fingers as he pinched them gently and felt them, as they grew harder in his hand.
"Oh, Michael, sweet Michael," Bart cried out in pleasure as Michael could tell that he was getting ready to cum. Michael moistened his finger and inserted it at the base of Bart's ass. He applied some pressure and heard Bart whimper as he applied pressure until his finger slid into Bart's ass. He took his time moving his finger inside of Bart who thrashed on the floor as Michael sucked him and finger fucked him going deep and deep into his tight, wet ass. Bart moaned with joy and danced on Michael's finger calling out to him and throwing his hips into Michael's face as his fingers worked his ass faster and faster. Michael sensed that Bart was ready to be released and he wanted Bart's load, wanted to taste the man that gave him life. Deliberately he sucked faster as his finger moved inside of him and Michael knew he was ready to pop when Bart's sphincter clamped down on Michael's finger and he began to shout.
"I'm going to cum," he cried out, "oh, sweet mother," and unleashed a load that filled Michael mouth to the back of his throat. It was like no load that Michael had ever taken before. He milked Bart's cock until he cried out and Michael knew the unbelievable sensitivity and he stopped. He let the juice roll around in his mouth, tasted the creaminess and then swallowed it. He moved up beside Bart who lay there contented.
Bart held Michael close and Michael no longer felt alone in this man's arms. Bart caressed his hair as his mother had done when he was a child. Then kissed Michael's cheeks, eyes and lips. He parted them gently and ran his tongue over his mouth gently and them moved inside of his mouth and he tasted his own load and that made him hotter. Michael felt alive in his arms.
Bart moved down Michael's body slowly rubbing his soft flesh across Michael skin. He licked his nipples and then moved down his body as his mouth and tongue, nipped and kissed Michael gently him until his tongue touched Michael's organ that was erect and twitching involuntarily. It was a large and thick cock and Bart wanted to take it all. He moved slowly, placing his mouth on the piss hole licking at it and then his tongue licked the head back and forth trying to enter the piss hole to get the last remnants of pre cum. As his mouth became accustomed to the size of Michael's cock, he moved down the shaft teasing Michael as he licked and sucked up and down making the intensity of his pleasure increase. His fingers stroked Michael's balls as he began to suck moving up and down using his mouth, tongue and lips to bring Michael pleasure. He lifted Michael's legs into the air and held Michael's round buns, which were sweating. Spreading his cheeks, Bart kissed one and then the other and his tongue began to move up Michael crack until he saw what he was looking for. He kissed the perineum and began to lick at it and then suck, his tongue and mouth sending sparks throughout Michael body. Michael thrashed on the floor, as Bart hit a spot that Bart never knew existed but it was driving him wild. Bart's mouth was a hot flame as he sucked and tongued Michael until he tongue found the rosebud and he licked it first lightly and then with passion. It was like a hot fire and Michael cried out, as Bart's tongue was magical as he probed at his sweetness making him throw his ass into Bart's face. He wanted Bart to be inside of him, wanted his love as Bart licked at him, his face covered with sweat and spit as he brought Michael to the edge.
"Fuck me," Michael cried out. "Put it inside of me. You gave me life with your mouth now I want your seed inside of me."
Bart didn't know if he was capable but Michael's words inflamed him and he was hard again. He would please this man. He lifted Michael's legs and put his dick against the crack of his ass and moved it feeling the warmth of his body. Bart grabbed Michael's buns and spread his cheeks and inserted his cock into his hole. Now Bart was hard like a bone left out in the desert sun and he pushed against Michael's ass and felt his head force it's way inside. Michael cried out in pain as Bart's tool invaded him. He held Bart's arms tightly and Bart didn't force his dick into Michael but let it stay there until Michael got use to. Michael began to move slowly and Bart let him as the tightness of his ass as his dick found it's way slowing creeping inside of Michael was a feeling that he never wanted to end. Michael moved his body until Bart could feel his balls against his ass.
"Oh, Bart, fuck me sweetheart. Make me cum."
Bart took delight in fucking and only wanted to bring Michael pleasure as he moved his meat inside of Michael with gentleness and tenderness. He was making love to his ass and not just having sex. Michael responded and touched Bart's Belly and called out his name, as he was being loved. He grabbed his dick and began stroking it and looked at Bart who was inside of him now moving quicker.
"Oh, baby, give it me. Give me you love. I love you inside of me. I want to feel it gush into me and I will feel complete."
Bart now moved quicker as Michael stroked himself as he moved his ass and hips to take Bart's thrusts.
"Harder," he begged, "Fuck me harder."
Bart was on fire, never knowing such joy as he pounded away now with abandon but with a joy as he moved quicker and quicker, his shaft moving inside of Michael and then out as he watched the head of his cock plunging back into Michael's ass as he rocked back and forth to take Bart inside of him. The tightness of Michael's ass gripped his dick and Bart knew that he was going to cum and cried out,
"I'm yours," and exploded inside of Michael who moved quicker and quicker on Brad's dick and cried out himself.
"I'm cumming too," and his load exploded hitting Bart on the chest and belly as he milked his cock until there was nothing left. They didn't move and then slowly Bart pulled out. He reached down and kissed Michael on the lips. It was a loving kiss. They were quiet and then they went into the shower and cleaned each other. They held each other tightly as the warm water cascaded down their bodies kissing now not with lust but of two people who cared about each other. They dried each other and sat naked before the fire and looked into each other's eyes and knew that maybe it was serendipity or maybe kismet but they had found one another.