Love Me Forever
By Justin Balancier - jbalancier9@yahoo.com
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Chapter 2
Several days went by and I didn't see Peter to actually speak with. His idea of "tomorrow" was a fantasy, just as I suspected. Once he casually waved from his car and another time he was with Laura getting his mail.
That time he spoke to me and was friendly. He didn't introduce me to Laura, which seemed a bit strange. After all, I was their neighbor. It seemed the proper thing to do, but Peter was odd that way.
Peter wasn't rude; he just acted like he we hadn't met. Anyway, I sensed he was strange from the first time I spoke with him. My mind was far from spinning with concern about Peter. Strange or not, it wasn't any of my business.
Often first impressions are the spot-on impressions. He was definitely hiding something and I think it was from Laura. At least, that was the feeling I got, being alone with him. Laura didn't fit the mold of a sister and carefree, girl about town. If there is such a person it wasn't her. She came across more like an engaged woman or a wife. It didn't matter to me. I don't cater to hombres who like playing games. Sex is one thing but head games are childish to me. So why bother.
Friday rolled around like it always does, and after a bizarre week at the golf course; it was nice to be home. I wanted to be far away from people and the everyday bull shit that went along with the job. The best thing for me to think about was soaking in the Jacuzzi.
I peeled off my clothes and showered washing sweaty balls and other body parts that I would rather have licked, but being alone, a shower was my only option.
I was squeaky clean and naked, but still wanted to relax in the Jacuzzi to relieve back tension and loosen up my legs muscles from so much walking...when I got a text from (guess who) - Peter.
It read: "Hey cowboy, sorry I'm such an ass. Can we talk?"
I replied: "sure, but I talk better naked."
A knock came instantly on the door. Peter had texted me from the hallway, standing by my door.
He looked sexier than I remembered. He was wearing western boots and a black cowboy hat, tan shirt with brown leather trim and black pants. He looked like something out of Wells Fargo. After stepping into the apartment, Peter slowly kicked the door closed behind him, like a cowboy on a ranch might do. Oh yeah, he was hot.
"You really are naked, well almost" - He said, looking at me with only a towel covering my body. "How did you ever plan that so perfectly? A naked cowboy, how great is this?" He said laughing.
"What's with the western get-up?" I asked. "You wear it well, for a copycat."
"I like it. The boots are dumb but the hat is cool as hell. Don't you think?"
I stood there trying to think of something clever to say...
"Well say something." He barked at me. "Say I'm cool – say anything."
"I'd rather do something." I said
"So go ahead, ain't nobody stopping you." He replied
I dropped the towel exposing my guarded below the belt assets. My cock was firm and getting harder. My butt was rock solid and my legs and chest was yummy tanned from the sun. "Let's see you leave now," I thought to myself
"Jesus Nicholas" was all he said to me. The cowboy hat, he flung off his head. Quickly he pushed me against the wall and began kissing me. The next few moments turned into a frenzy of kissing and spit swapping.
We swigged tongues and carried on like long lost lovers. Peter forced his body into my bare frame and straddled my hard dick with his legs. I unbuckled his pants and they dropped to the floor, landing on top of his boots. He was naked (no underwear) from the hips down and our dick's mashed together as he wiggled his body into me. He struggled tugging off his boots and jeans, kicking them across the floor.
"With his face next to mine, he whispered..."Nick, I want to say..."
"Shut up" I said, not now.
"No wait Nick, let me explain..."
"Shut up" I repeated
"You don't understand..."
"Peter for the last time shut the fuck up. – You're married and you're a fruit job. - I get it. I didn't just fall off the turnip truck. I know you're married. Geeze Pete, stupid I'm not." I told him
"I realize, you would figure that out. I really don't know where to start, it is all so confusing." Peter muttered
"STOP – you can stop right there, nothing is confusing. Maybe a little screwed up, but confusing? No way, so don't start with a sermon." I said
Peter seemed relieved and stopped trying to ambush me. It seemed that things were now in the open. The kissing began again as he squeezed my hard butt. I knew what he wanted when his finger tried going into me.
Peter was forty two years old and had a youthful trim body and I wanted him for my toy. It seemed we both wanted the same thing – to fuck.
He was so hard that he started to leak. Precum seeped from his cock and he put some on to his finger tip and showed it to me.
"Want it? He asked
I didn't answer, but he put his finger in my mouth anyway – so yes, I got it.
We fooled around like a couple of teen agers, rubbing our naked bodies together. I knew getting fucked was in the plan someplace, and it would be a battle for the top position. I probably would end up getting screwed. I usually did, because I was a golf cart cowboy and gay men loved to fuck cowboys. How does that sound for a lame excuse?
Kissing Peter ignited a fire of lust but not romance. In other words, it was the kissing that got us hot and horny. I would really like to believe it was the kissing, but for me it was Peter's naked body. I didn't give a damn about romance, but I did care about sex.
Peter sucked like a baby animal getting me off, and it didn't take very long. He had a talented mouth and there is nothing like a great blowjob when it is really good. I don't know how he became so accomplished, but I wasn't about to question it. Okay, he did managed to get inside me and slammed away like a wild boar. He knew what he was doing in that department also.
"I love your tight hot hole. I could live in that warm cave, you queer." He told me and then licked my crotch, purring like a cat. He seemed to know the right thing to say before every move. He was a talented troll with an awesome sexy voice and an answer for everything.
We had remarkable sex. Then he disappeared for a several days - no calls, nothing, and I became apprehensive that it was just a passing thing. "That's okay," I thought. Anything that happens fast can disappear just as quickly. I mumbled telling myself that is the way the game is played...
Then, out of the blue, we began emailing one another and sending an occasional text message. We would write nasty ideas and fantasize about each other's body swallowing god knows what. If it was disgusting, we talked about it. Actually it was fun in a curious sort of way. It was man on man exchange of gay erotica. Anyway, that's what we called it. It sounded better than sick, dumb motherfuckers.
I couldn't believe how good first-rate sex was with him. So sure, we talked about everything – then we would get together and actually do some of it. We never kept an email or a text. Everything got deleted – everything. How cool is that?
I will give you an example of a moment when we were alone.
Peter started thrusting into me, and I pushed back, relishing the feel of his dick driving in and out of me like a cucumber about ready to explode. He was breeding me like a common whore. Reaching up, he pulled my head down to his and started kissing me. My neighbor and I were kissing like lovers!
"You're a hot wrangler Nick," he told me as he bit my neck marking my flesh. I didn't want hicky marks but was too delirious to stop him. Then slowly he went to my crotch and my cock disappeared between his lips. Not all of it at first, but he slowly took it all down his throat for a few seconds. How he kept from choking, I'll never know.
I was on the edge in no time at all. My nuts tightened and rocket fluid shot up the length of my cock onto his waiting tongue. When I was done filling his mouth with sticky produce, he kissed me, sliding his cum-covered tongue into my mouth.
I kissed him back, sharing spit and nutt juice with him. We were pigs slurping and worshiping each other. Others would call it nasty. We did too, but we kept doing it anyway.
We bonded sexually. Our routine however, was changing and sex became less often as the days flew by. This was expected and I was okay with it. Peter and I were the only people who knew what happened behind closed doors. We said nothing to no one and always played it safe using condoms. All we ever wanted from each other was sex. It was a perfect union. I didn't love him. I wanted to fuck him. He was my toy.
When we weren't competing in private, we were friends, clowning around, punching and abusing each other in plain sight. Then we would laugh about it. We were just two regular guys – can you believe that nonsense?
Nevertheless, Peter spent effort shagging as many men as possible while living at Lakeshore. So you see, I was just one dude on a roaming vine. It didn't make sense falling for somebody like that. For a great blowjob – yes. That's a different story.
Shagging was a game to him that played out successfully more times than not. I'm not sure why he would tell me about his escapades, but being curious I listened to him brag. I think he would brag about having a lot of guys in order to sound popular. What a crock that was to my way of thinking.
Peter looked more than adequate unshaven and wearing a cowboy hat. He was forty two but looked younger, He was a winner getting people interested in him. I'm convinced, it was his profound manly voice that drew people to him. Of course he was pretty hot also, so I'm sure that helped. He could hold an audience of one without trying. Gay men caught on quickly that he was available and wanted to test the merchandise, myself included. He didn't have to brag to sound popular.
One, of three life guards, working at the pool was a twenty one year old recent graduate from Trade School. His name was Bryan. He was a pretty boy with everything packed to go along with it. You know the type, a smooth body with no aging flaws, just young, dumb, and full of that sticky stuff.
The lifeguards were all young men, no girls. Teddy did the interviewing and hiring for the Community Centre employees and the pool boys. Need I say more?
I got a text From Peter asking me to take the afternoon off, to go swimming at the pool. He wanted to check out Bryan.
"Want too?" he wrote
"Naw, I don't go out of my way for young stuff."
"He's hot" Peter wrote back
"At twenty one they're all hot" – "Jesus dude, you're a slut" I told him
"Chicken shit – forget it, I'm going swimming"
"Okay, I'll go. I'll have to meet you there," I said
That afternoon, I put on skimpy swimming trunks that really showed off my junk. I walked to the pool caring only my apartment keys and a towel.
The area was fairly cluttered with mostly retired Jewish seniors soaking in the sun and complaining about the slightest thing. "This you call deluxe?" I heard one Jewish man saying rather loudly. Still, that's the way it goes poolside. I've learned to ignore it.
Bryan was sitting in a deck chair near the pool watching everybody. He was good at his job. His frame was glossing wet and his sandy blond hair was cut short and steaming in the warm sun light.
At twenty one, a husky boy with swimmers body and packed between the legs needs no explanation. "Taste, says it all.
Sitting next to him decked out in tight red swimming briefs that accented meaty merchandise, was Mr. Clear voice himself. Yup – Peter the Great.
There were several empty deck chairs nearby, so I used the first one staking out my spot poolside. I watched the blond boy toy and Dracula in red talking, but didn't approach either of them.
"Get away from me – you old troll"- Bryan suddenly shouted to Peter in a loud voice.
Scarcely anyone paid attention to Bryan. But I did. I knew exactly what Bryan was shouting about and although it scared me a bit, it was a great moment in time. Peter was told to get lost.
Peter was a good actor and passed it off like joking. He went into the water laughing and talking to people. Nobody was the wiser. What a friggin playboy this character could be. Nothing embarrassing ever stuck to him.
I stayed for about an hour and didn't go swimming. I just rested in the sun. Peter passed me once and spoke with a casual "Hi Nick" but never sat down. He may have been self-conscious knowing I heard Bryan telling him to get lost. Like I said earlier, he is a bit unusual at times, but gives a hell of a blow job. There is 5 star talent in the worst of us; and Peter qualified for 5 stars without a doubt. Go figure.
That evening a tap came to the door. It was Peter.
"What's up" I asked
"A peace offering"
"Why do I need a peace offering? I don't know what that means." I said
"I'm not as clever as I think I am." Peter said
"I know. Hell, I could have told you that." I said"
"You know Nick, he began – "Bryan isn't all that hot after all. I'm sure he's gay. I just think he didn't like me coming on to him."
"Suppose so" I mumbled
"Is that all you can say, 'suppose so'? I am pouring out my humiliation to you and all I get is...I suppose so?" He said, getting a little worked up.
Geeze cut the drama. Bryan is twenty one; to him you're an old faggot. You're not of course, (old that is) but to a kid that age, the picture is different.
"Yeah, I know." He replied "I know"
"How `bout a beer/" I asked
"Got any coffee?"
"Sure"
"Make it coffee – black" He said
I stood in the doorway with my khaki pants clinging tightly to my spread legs. My hands were on my hips suggesting a pose. The pose was not girlie, it was masculine. The pulled fabric covering my crotch made a bulge stick out like a fruit basket between my legs. Peter started rubbing me through my clothes like a hungry whore.
"Is this for me?" He asked
"Yeah, if you sit on it." I said
"Auh, don't know – do you think it will fit? It's awfully big." He said teasing me.
We stripped our clothes off at the same time and started mauling each other. I called him a few crude names and he chased me down the hall into the bedroom. We fell on to the bed laughing and wrestling. It was enthusiastic for sure, but dumb for men our age to act childish.
We hadn't fooled around for about 2 weeks and lack of lust raised its groveling head dragging us into a den of combustion. We were horny as hell. There was no escaping that.
Peter was tickling me and my arms were raised above my head, slapping him away, in a fit of laughter. He stopped ticking and started licking under my arm. It was an uninhabited feeling that got me hotter than I thought possible. He licked away and went from one armpit to another. I laid there like a street tramp letting him do it and going wacky with desire. My cock was so hard, I could have fucked plywood.
"You like that. Don't you? - I said
"Yeah, I do," he answered
"Get back in there," I commanded."
Peter continued licking my armpit and jerking me off at the same time. Any thoughts of fucking him had disappeared. I was enjoying this too much to stop now. I couldn't resist the movement of his hand. He had me unloading a river of cum all over myself.
"How was that cowboy? He asked
"Phew pretty powerful, I said - I may never move again, I'm drained and slippery."
"Good, don't move" He said. "Just lie right there."
Peter laid his naked body on top of me breathing wildly, talking sexy and taking licks on my face. He pushed his dick back and forth through the sticky white mess on my stomach. He got himself off by rubbing against me. It was awesome like December turning into May.
We wiped off using the same towel and went into the kitchen still naked, for the coffee that was waiting patiently for us to return.
After a few minutes of sipping coffee, I stood up. - "C'mon" I said and he followed me to the bathroom.
"Awe, are we going to do something dirty? He asked
"You wish!!" I replied
"Damn!! – Just when I have you trained, you turn all sweet and proper." He said laughing
We soaked in the Jacuzzi wearing cowboy hats and looking foolish. Peter stayed the night. We slept together with our naked warm bodies resting side by side. Tomorrow would be another day, but it couldn't be any better.
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