Older and Younger, a Love Story? Part Two
...When I came back to my senses, I realized I was alone, lying on the sand. I sat up and looked for Dr. J. He was standing up and looked down at me. His hair was disheveled. He was half wet with sweat and half covered with dark brown sand. His gut was sticky with drying cum and his still half hard cock was barely contained in his stained shorts. Damn, he was the most gorgeous sight I'd ever seen!
But before I could say anything, he spoke up first. "Mark, I had absolutely no right to do that. I can't tell you how sorry I am! I am a fucking animal, not a human being. I pushed you down and rutted you like a bitch. Shit, shit, shit. And for God's sake, I'm old enough to be your father!"
I started to protest. I started to say only if you had sex when you were 15! I wanted to say that that was the most incredible sex of my entire life! He wouldn't let me say a word. "Mark, we'll need to talk about what happened--but not now. Come by to my house tonight around 7. We'll have dinner and I'll try to act like a civilized human being."
With that he turned and ran away from me at top speed. Again he surprised me. By the time I got up and got ready to follow him, he had too much of a head start. He was going to make it to his car before I could catch him.
What the fuck? Oh well. I'd wait until 7 and let him be in control of when we'd see each other next. But he sure the hell wasn't going to be in control of what happened when we did get together!
My life had totally changed this morning. It was as if I suddenly woke up for the first time in my life and got a glimpse of heaven. If that fucking gorgeous hot, smart, funny, and intelligent man who obviously had the hots for me thought he was gonna walk away from me forever after what just happened, he was the dumbest man on earth!
I went home still on cloud nine. I took a shower, cleaned myself up as well as possible. I even got out the razor and trimmed my hair, my chest hair and my pubes! I kept getting hard but refused to jack off. That was going to be saved for later. And damn it, there WAS going to be a later, too.
I went by the supermarket later in the afternoon and bought a bottle of a very good Oregon Pinot Noir and flowers. Time to show him I wasn't a kid. The fact that I had money would probably surprise him, too.
I also took the time to try to decide how I felt about him, too. In retrospect it was clear he had been trying to tell me he was interested in me for months. Obviously he was at least interested in my body, maybe more. I could tell he liked being with me. I had seen him give me real smiles often enough to know that I made him happy, at least in some ways!
As for me, I had always admired him, respected him, even honored him. I had always found him incredibly attractive--now that I can admit that! Sometimes his intense gazes had made me very uncomfortable, a reaction I now understood quite differently! Those flutters of my heart...Yeah...
Love? I've never been in love in my life. I don't know what love is, not really. Lust, passion, intense desire?...to the max...Love? Love? Love? That refrain kept echoing in my head.
It was finally time to go over to Dr. J's house. I'd been to his house before for a couple of formal receptions he had had to host, as Head Reference Librarian. Very nice smaller house in the historic district of town... Was beautifully restored and decorated. Perhaps a bit too formal for my taste, but that type of house sort of demanded that, I thought.
I had spent way too much time trying to figure out what to wear tonight. I mean this dude has seen me pretty much naked already today. LOL. But time to look sophisticated and not like a kid. I got out my black silk shirt and tight black dress pants. Black jacket to go with. Dress shoes as well. No tie. Instead, I unbuttoned enough buttons on the shirt to show some chest hair. Sophisticated sexy. That'll work. A bit of cologne. Just a bit.
I was a bit nervous by the time I got to his house but was determined not to show it. I had even packed an overnight bag I left in my car. I wasn't sure I'd need it, but wanted to bolster my confidence by having it with me.
Well, here goes nothing...I picked up the flowers and wine and I walked up to his door at 7:05 and rang the doorbell. The door opened immediately. When Dr. J. saw me I saw a quick look of lust replaced immediately by a neutral expression. He was not dressed as formally as I was. However, he was also wearing black dress pants and shoes and a blue dress shirt that matched his eyes. He had a sweater of the same color draped around his neck. His shirt was buttoned all the way up however. Grin. Still, quite a stunning vision... I gave him a leer, on purpose. Now that, I could tell, startled him.
"Um, please do come in, Mark. Oh, are those for me? How lovely. And the wine looks great. I've never seen that brand?" We settled down, trying to relax and just chit chat. I was able to tell him a bit about the flowers and a lot about the wine. I had spent a lot of time learning about wine and was glad to share the knowledge. I could tell he was impressed and he gave me a couple of appraising looks. I could also tell that my clothes impressed him. He had never seen me dressed like this. I could also see his glances focus on the bit of chest hair I showed. He licked his lips unconsciously a couple of times after focusing on that! I did grin when I noticed that and raised one eyebrow...
It was obvious that he wouldn't talk about this morning until after dinner. We had light hors-d'oeuvres, some kind of melt in your mouth shrimp puff, a wonderful cream of asparagus soup, a boeuf bourgignon (which the Pinot complimented perfectly) with new potatoes and haricots verts, a salad plate, a cheese plate, and a few exquisite Belgian chocolate truffles with a flute of sparkling wine. I was full, content, replete, a fantastic meal. Loved the wonderful conversation with a wonderful man, too. But I was not ready to go home. He poured us both a glass of Armagnac. I wanted to sit next to him and feel his body near mine but knew it was not yet time for that. I let him position us in chairs that were far enough apart for reasoned discourse. Sigh.
I just waited for him to begin.
"Well, Mark, first of all I'm gay." To my credit, I didn't snort at that. I just raised the one eyebrow again and said nothing. To his credit, he colored a bit and said, "I guess that's obvious after this morning." Again, I said nothing and waited for him to continue.
"When I saw you for the first time...Fuck. I don't want to talk about you yet. Oh shit, I'm making a mess of this, aren't I?" I so wanted to go over and give him a big hug but knew it wasn't yet time. I waited again.
I could tell he was working very hard to compose himself. When he started back up he managed to surprise me again. "Tonight its six months since Chris died." He looked at me for my reaction. Seeing none he continued. "Chris was my lover and partner. Chris was the first man, the first person, I truly loved. I met Chris when I was 30. He was 50. We planned out the rest of our lives together. I don't know if you know what it means to be head over heels in love (I shook my head and said aloud, Ônot yet') but it is completely overwhelming. I spent every free moment of every day trying to think of ways to show him how much I loved him. The twelve years we had together went by in a blink. We were already planning an early retirement for him, a year in four different places in Europe after I quit here, and then a new life in Costa Rica where I'd work part time. We were taking Spanish lessons together. Then, out of the blue, he started to have health issues. He'd always been totally healthy and so strong. The doctors finally identified the problem as advanced prostate cancer. By the time they found it, it was too late to operate or even do chemo or radio. Three months later he was dead."
The tears were flowing freely now. He gulped down his glass of Armagnac and poured another one.
He looked at me directly finally. "When I met you I was very taken aback. You could have been Chris' son. You aren't as tall as he was or quite as big as he was. But you have the same grin, the same hairy chest, the same kind of sardonic humor, and the same lifted eyebrow. I met you before Chris got sick. I had planned to have you over to meet him and let the two of you figure out if there were some kind of distant ancestor shared. But then we lost touch and Chris was ill. I am so sorry the two of you never met..."
Ok. Now was finally the moment. I went over to him and pulled him to the couch with me where I gave him a big hug I didn't release and started to give him soft kisses on his face.
The tears kept flowing. "I completely fell apart when he died. I wanted to die, too, and join him in heaven. I drank to oblivion. I couldn't sleep otherwise. I stopped running and exercising. Every day was torture. When Mrs. Worthington had to retire (late, via a medical leave) and I needed a new person I hired you. You reminded me of Chris. But nothing changed. Only when you challenged me to shape up and you shamed me for falling apart physically did I realize how low I'd sunk. You pushed me. I turned around. I knew Chris would want me to, too. It was hell getting back into shape. But I knew I had to.
I need to ask your forgiveness for this morning. I haven't had sex in months. And, you fucker, you're so fucking hot and you have no clue how hot you are. All of the women in the library and most of the men follow you with longing eyes. But you don't notice. I've tried to let you know how hot I think you are but you're clueless. If I didn't know your wit and sense of humor I would have thought you were brain damaged. You're in a fog about anything to do with people and relationships. I've been with you nearly naked for months, seeing your incredible, untouchable, body within fingertips from me.
And over the last month I have wanted to beat you up to see if your fog was permanent. And today when you were messing with fire, with me, I snapped. I wanted you so desperately. And I took you. And now, I am sorry. Please forgive me. I hope you can understand."
He started to sob.
Well, well. Here was a huge amount to consider and understand. Me, hot? Never thought so. I'm just normal. Guess normal can be attractive, too. I look like his former lover's son. Well, that is a bit too much. Is this a weird kind of Greek tragedy or a weird kind of Freudian neurosis? I looked at him hard. I'm sorry. I want this guy and want to explore what that means. But I'm not going to be part of some kind of sick play where I play the son and the dad at the same time.
"Dr. J", I said. "Yes", he said, barely looking up. "What the fuck is your first name? If we're going to move on from here I can't call you Dr. James anymore."
"Marcel" he said, barely audible.
"What the fuck kind of name is that?" I asked.
"My mother loved French literature and Proust."
"Marcel Proust?"
"Yeah."
"I'm sorry. I can't the fuck call you that. You aren't a Marcel. You are such a hot man's man. Can I call you Marc? We'll spell it with a "c" instead of a "k" like my name. Is that French enough?"
He finally smiled.
Well, we'll work all of the baggage out later. For now, I have this incredibly hot man in my arms who wants me just as much as I want him. Yeah, we're not the same age. However, he's very in tune with younger people. I'm very mature for my age, especially now that I've been awakened sexually.
"Marc, let's go to bed." "Yes, Mark." "I'm moving in tomorrow. We'll figure it all out. We've been friends for months. Now, we're more than that. I know I think about you every day and want to see you every day. I think you feel the same way about me. I know you'll never forget Chris. You shouldn't. But I'm not Chris. And I know that you know that. You've never called me Chris. You know I'm me, that I'm Mark. And I think this Mark is going to take you to places you've never been before. And Marc, I'm not planning on sleeping alone ever again and you won't have to ever again."
He looked searchingly at me, his eyes moist yet again, and he nodded his agreement. Interestingly enough, I suddenly realized I was going to be more in control of this new relationship than not. Time to prove it. I smacked Marc's ass and told him to get naked and wait for me in bed.
I gave him a couple of minutes and then walked slowly down the hall to the master bedroom.
What a feast! There was this hunk, naked, with an erection, waiting for me to join him in bed! Nice erection, too. A bit thinner than mine, but a bit longer, too... Definitely a feast!
I slowly walked up to the bed. Ever so slowly I stripped, licking my lips while looking at the man flesh watching me. He let out a moan as I finally unbuttoned my shirt the rest of the way. I finally was naked with my own erection standing straight out. I did a slow dance for him, gyrating my body and hips to mimic having very slow and sensual sex. I could see him start to break out in a sweat as he opened his mouth to breathe better. His erection started to drip a bit of pre-cum as I got closer and closer to him.
He reached up to grab my cock. I slapped his hand away. I got to the foot of the bed and his feet. With no hands I reached down and took one toe at a time into my mouth and slowly sucked each one in turn, on both feet. I then licked up the soles of his feet and took a bit of time around his ankles.
By the time I got close to his crotch he was squirming on the bed, moaning incoherently. His rock hard cock was covered in pre-cum. Looked good enough to eat, grin. Not yet. But how my chest was over his naked feet. I leaned over and stared to tickle his feet with my hairy chest. He squirmed even more beneath me. My nipples turned rock hard as I rubbed them with his toes. That sent lightning straight to my cock!
I better keep moving up! Rubbing him as sensuously as possible, I snaked my way up his body. He squirmed even more. Soon, our bodies were completely covering each other's. Marc's squirming took on a new aspect. Now he was thrusting his pelvis into mine. He was trying to rub his big cock against mine. Wow oh wow. His hot, muscled man's body felt so incredible against mine! Every nerve was aflame. My breathing intensified and matched his. I flushed over every inch of my naked body. I was no longer in control over him. But he wasn't in control of me or himself either! Our madness of this morning returned! I had deliberately tortured him and enflamed him. He had turned into an animal again and was rutting his hard strong body against mine and I matched him stroke for stroke and slam for slam! Our sweaty bodies made it even hotter and I knew it wouldn't be long until we blew.
"Fuck my gut, Marc, Fuck my gut!" I yelled out. He thrust even hard against me. His wide open mouth let out a yell as he thrust so hard I was thrown up into the air. When I slammed down on his hard muscled body I came so hard that I blew all the way up to his face! He screamed out his own orgasm, too!
Holy Shit! I've died and gone to heaven! Fuckin' wild animal sex again, twice in one day!
As our cum dried and kept us stuck together, we both calmed down. My blood pressure went down and heart beat went down, but my cock stayed hard. Damn that was hot!
Marc finally looked up at me. Our eyes met and locked. He said to me, "The sex with you today has been the hottest sex I have ever had." I nodded my agreement. "You are the hottest fucker I've ever been with." Again I nodded my agreement, but meaning him.
"You know what, Mark with a K", he asked?" "What's that Marc with a C?" I answered. "I think I may love you..."
I answered him immediately, "Yeah, I think you do."
It took him a second to figure out how smart assed that comment was and he yelped and then attacked me. I grinned and laughed out loud and started to fight back. Damn, this was fun. I think we'll be fighting and enjoying for years to cum/come--as lovers...
Mark with a K...