This is Gay fiction. If you don't like, then don't read it.
Past and Present
After a long day, I'd gone to bed early, so I assume he thought that I was asleep, but I heard him come in and I felt him when he crept into bed beside me, his fur still damp after bathing himself. I turned over as he pushed against me, but then he started to lick my back. I thought of turning to face him, but then his tail began to move against me......... HIS TAIL!!!
It was my bloody cat, of course it couldn't have been Jim, he was gone, gone for good. I let out a little sigh as my mind went back over the last six months. All those if only's....If only we hadn't gone out that night, Jim didn't want to, but I forced him. If only we had got the cab home instead of walking. None of it mattered now of course, but...if only....
Jim died instantly, the car was going too fast, the driver got six months, he's probably out by now! And I'm left alone after seven years of perfect happiness. Oh yes we had our arguments, but nothing serious, not serious enough to consider parting anyway.
So here I am 55 years old without a man. Who in their right mind is going to want an old man like me? I'm not into disco's or all that pounding music in clubs, I live too far from any major city anyway to be able to go to any of the gay "Ghetto's". If I'm honest about myself I've got fatter as well over the years. In the last months I've not bothered to shave either so I've got a beard that's more grey than brown, I always had a 'tache, but then who hasn't in our life?
In the morning I decided to see if I could do anything on Jim's computer, I'd never had any interest when he was alive. Oh I'd seen some of the pictures that he collected, but I was more interested in my books. I knew Jim had always been very forgetful and had kept his passwords in a little notebook in the desk so, after making a cup of coffee, I sat down to try and figure it all out. After a bit of hiatus turning the blasted thing on, I managed to find some files. Looking through them I found more pictures than Jim had ever shown me, there were pictures of hairy, bearded, fat men doing all sorts of things!
He had never mentioned all of these, he'd only ever shown me pictures of the younger men. Had this been one of his interests I wondered? As I opened more and more of these pictures, I was fascinated as a lot of them looked like me or rather as I do now. Where had he got them? I went back to the notebook and there were other names and lists inside. Names like: "Bigboy61" next to "Gay.com" and "up4it" next to "chubbies" What were they for I wondered.
Eventually I worked out how to get on to the internet and even managed to open his mail, most of it was junk type stuff, but there was one letter that intrigued me. It was from a guy called "bearhunter" and he signed himself Gavin. He was going on about how much he wanted to go to bed with Jim and I. There were others from him all in the same vein as well and then there were a couple that, obviously, hadn't been answered asking why Jim wasn't writing and had he said something wrong! I would have to do something about that one.
I looked all around to see if there was an address and eventually found it at the top of the letter, so I started to type a letter to him telling him about Jim and how he died. I didn't know how long I could make the letter, but as I wrote the screen moved up and so I carried on writing. Then I had to work out how to send it, but I managed after a fashion and the machine told me that my mail had been sent.
All that day and the next I kept looking to see if "Gavin" had written back, but it was the day after before I saw his name pop up in the mail box. I opened his letter and read it. Gavin is apparently his real name and he told me that he was 48 and single, but that he has been an open gay man for a number of years. He was very sorry to hear about Jim as he had hoped that we could all get together at some time, Jim had sent him a photo of us and he liked the look of us and the way that Jim had talked to him in his letters. He asked me what I was going to do now that I was alone and he also gave me his phone number if I felt like ringing him. He sounded quite genuine and I decided that I'd give him a call that evening.
The phone rang twice before he answered
"Hello Gavin here"
"Hi its Dave here, Jim's partner" I replied.
"Oh hello there. Jim and I had just started an interesting letter exchange........I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you!" How polite, I thought "Don't worry" I said "Although I still get twinges of things past, I can talk about it now" After that stumbling opening we chatted for about half-an-hour about things in general, with me telling him about my ineptness with the computer and how his letter had struck me as being different.
"Well Jim had liked my picture and suggested that you would both be willing to share your bed with me, if I was interested, and of course I was" was one of the things he said.
It turns out that Gavin only lives about 10 miles from us...me (I shall have to remember that it is I and me now) So we decided to get together for a drink in a pub in town on Saturday, as today is Thursday it will give me time to get myself together, I've not really been out anywhere since Jim died, it will be quite different going out by myself.
Here it is Saturday afternoon and I suddenly thought to myself that I don't even know what this Gavin looks like! Remembering what he said, I went back to the computer to look for his picture. I don't know how to even start looking. I find a place that seems to have all Jim's old mail on it and start searching through it. Eventually I find a letter from Gavin that says it has an attachment on it and after several attempts I eventually get to see what he looks like. Not bad I think to myself.
When the phone rings I let the answering machine take it. Then I realise its Gavin
"Hi its Gavin here...." He starts,
I grab the phone and say "Hi, sorry I usually let the machine take calls until I know who it is. Sorry about that."
"Its OK I was just checking that we are Ok for tonight? I thought we could meet in the Wheatsheaf if that's OK? At nine-ish?"
"That's fine thanks, I've only got to walk down the road. Ummm!! this might sound a bit forward, but I do have a spare room if you want to have a drink and don't want to drive home, its made up and ready. That does sound as though I'm making a proposition doesn't it? But I'm not, not really" Although the thought has just gone through my mind
"Right, well we'll see what happens shall we. If I'm driving I usually only have a couple of shandy's and then I'm OK"
"Yes that's fine, I'll see you later then.. Bye for now" As I hung up my mind went back to that thought of him not sleeping in the spare room, but of him in my bed. My cock thought it was a good thought as I felt it start to stir inside my pants. I made myself something to eat and my mind kept wandering to Gavin, I washed up and my mind was with Gavin. Its only been six months since Jim died and here I am thinking about sex with another guy, I wonder what he would think if he was here, but then I think Well we used to have threesomes so.........?
Its half eight and I'm dressed and ready to go on my ten minute walk to the Wheatsheaf, my thinking is that if I get there early then I can have a quick whisky before Gavin gets there and then I won't show how nervous(?), expectant(?), wondering(?) I am. I get in the pub and after a quick glance around I know that Gavin isn't there, I order a double whisky and water and as soon as it comes I knock it back as quickly as I can. Then I order a beer and wait.
Nine o' clock comes, but no Gavin. Quarter past nine and still no Gavin. What the hell has happened? I ask myself. All the usual things go through my head. Did I put him off with the offer to stay at my place? Has he changed his mind? Am I too old? Etc. etc. Then just as I'm thinking that I'll go home he walks through the door. I give him a wave and as I watch him walk over towards me I feel this stirring in my pants. My cock certainly likes him.
"Hi there Dave, I'm sorry I'm late, but the cops were checking every car just outside of town and it took ages to get through it. What would you like to drink?" I could feel his eyes going over me as he spoke.
"Well I've had a couple while I've been waiting, I was just getting to the stage of thinking that you weren't coming, but I'll have a pint of lager thanks" As I answered him I looked at his face and no matter what happened in the future I knew that I'd never see another man with such a lovely face in my life, eyes that smiled above neatly bearded cheeks and chin. My gaze went from his face to his neck, he had on an open necked shirt and through the 'V' of the collar there was a mass of brownish hair trying to burst out. My eyes travelled down over his chest to a 'beer' belly that was pushing at the buttons of his shirt, down over the bulge in his jeans.... And then I realised that he had said something, I looked up and said I was sorry my mind had wandered.
With a smile he said "Yes I could see where your mind was wandering to" I murmured something as I picked up my beer, trying to hide my embarrassment by taking a sip. "Its OK I don't mind you looking me over like that, I've already done it to you and...." He paused and took a sip of his beer "I like what I see!" I'm sure I blushed and I know I stammered some sort of nothing back at him.
"Does you offer of a bed still stand?" he asked me.
"Of course, but you must understand it was made because I thought you might like to have a drink or two and not drive afterwards" Again I thought I blushed, Was I that obvious?
"Oh yes I understand that, but I'd also like the chance to get to see you and know you in your own surroundings. I'd also like to see where Jim lived" Jim again, so it wasn't me that he was thinking about it was Jim.
"Right well there are bits of Jim still around in the house, although I have moved most of his bits away" I suppose I said this a bit stiffly because he reached out and put his hand on my arm. A shock went through me.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you" he said quietly.
"Its OK you didn't, not really. But his memory is still there" I'd judged him wrongly, I just wasn't used to this 'chatting up' game now "Look I've got some beer in the house if you want to come back?"
"Why not, lets go" We finished our beers and walked outside.
"That's my car over there" he said pointing at a little sports car in the park. I guided him back to the house and after he had parked walked up the path toward the front door. As I put the key in the door he put his hand on my shoulder, turned me toward him and before I could make any protest (If I wanted to!!) He kissed me. My lips parted letting his tongue probe into my wanting mouth, his lips pressed against mine as our arms went around each other. My cock wasn't just stirring, it went straight into rigid, which was dammed uncomfortable.
"Lets go inside" I said. He nodded and followed me through the front door, he pushed the door shut behind himself as I took off my jacket. As I hung it up his arms went around me and pulled me tight into him, his mouth was kissing the back of my neck, his fingers found my nipples through the cloth of my shirt and squeezed them. I reached down behind me and put my hands on the, now bigger, bulge in his jeans. I managed to get his zip down and his cock burst into my hands, he wasn't wearing any pants!! One of his hands was fondling my cock and balls through the tightness of my pants and I could feel him sliding my zipper down. I turned in his arms until we were face to face again and leaning forward I kissed him with all the passion that I was feeling, our tongues were pushing against each other, stroking each other, tasting and exploring each others mouths.
As we broke apart I said "Lets go into the bedroom"
"Lead on, where ever you lead I will follow" was his reply. As we moved toward the bedroom he kept his hands on my hips, so I reached behind me and put my hand around his hard cock, I could feel the wetness of his precum as it slid through my hand. When we got to the bed I sat on the edge, which brought his cock within reach of my mouth, before I put my lips around it, I looked at the beautiful sight in front of me. His cock was about seven inches long with a long over-hanging foreskin. I flicked my tongue over the tip and the taste of precum slid over my tongue. I couldn't wait to taste the full amount and so I thrust my tongue inside his foreskin, it must have held nearly all his precum because my tongue was surrounded, not just by the skin, but also by the taste of him. When I pushed my tongue deeper inside his skin I touched the roundness of his cockhead. I licked my tongue over his piss-slit and I felt him shudder as the tip of my tongue went inside his slit. By this time I'd undone his belt and his jeans had dropped to the floor around his ankles, he had taken off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. I ran my hands up over his chest, feeling my way through a mass of hair, until I reached his nipples. I started to squeeze and roll them between my fingers, his hands were on my head and his cock was oozing more and more precum.
He pulled my head away from his cock and gently drew me up from my sitting position
"I'm nearly cumming" he said in a soft voice, almost regretfully "And I don't want to.......Yet" I said that I understood and started to get undressed. He reached out and holding my hands shook his head "No, its my turn now" he said. He pulled my face to his and brushed his lips over mine, then pushed his tongue against them, my lips parted automatically and his tongue slid into my mouth, licking and tasting his precum. He unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it open, pulling it out of my trousers, his mouth went from my lips to my nipple. His tongue licked my nipple and then his fingers found my other nipple, I moaned with pleasure as he pushed his mouth hard over my nipple and sucked on it. I kicked of my shoes, not even bothering to undo the laces, as his hands went to my trousers and he undone them and let them fall to the ground. His lips moved over my belly and down towards my cock, but he went past my cock and I felt his beard brush the side of my hard cock as he kissed the top of my thighs. I sat down again and then slowly, oh so slowly, he kissed my thighs and then he licked further down my leg, I could feel the trail of saliva as his tongue moved further and further down my leg, he slipped my sock off and then his mouth was on my foot and then he licked between my toes and after he had finished with licking in between them he took each one into his mouth and sucked it, licking it as though each toe was another cock. Then he transferred his mouth to my other foot. This was a new experience for me, I'd never had anyone worship my feet like this. Gavin was very experienced and as he slowly worked his mouth up my other leg, he stroked me with his fingers and licked with his tongue, kissed with his lips, it felt wonderful to have a man pleasure me like this.
As he worked his way up the inside of my legs I rested them on his shoulders, I could feel the hair on his shoulders on the underside of my legs as they lay there. His tongue was now licking that special place just under my balls, I lifted my legs higher and his hands held them in the air as his tongue tried to reach my arse. His tongue pushed between the cheeks of my arse, I spread my legs wide to give him more room. His tongue went deeper and then....Whoosh!!! it touched my hole and I had a rush of feelings that went straight through me, making me feel so good. Gavin pushed, licked and probed with his tongue until I could feel it entering my hole. The warm wet feeling as he pushed it deep in my arsehole was indescribable, I could feel my hole opening further to let him push more inside.
When he moved his tongue away from my hole I felt empty and wanting, but then there was a different feeling as I felt the tip of his cock pressing against me. Oh yes! I wanted this man deep inside me, I wanted all of him as far as he could go. His cock pressed against the entrance to my arse and slowly slid partway in, I relaxed a bit more and then he slid in further and further until I could feel his balls against my arse cheeks. He didn't just fuck me, he gave me pleasure. His cock slid slowly out and as it did so it slid over my prostrate and I shivered with delight, then he pushed it back in and again he hit my prostrate. I was being fucked by an expert that was for sure.
I don't know how long he kept sliding in and out of my arse, it could have been all night for all I knew, but then I felt his cock grow bigger and he speeded up, every time he went in or out he was getting it right and as his cock got bigger I could feel my own cum ready to burst out. Then it happened, I started shooting my cum all over my belly and it must have given him the impetus he needed as I felt him jerking in my arse and I knew that he was filling me with his cum. He didn't take his cock out, just ran his fingers through my cum on my belly and I could feel his cock getting softer inside me. I lay there thinking about how great it had been.
Suddenly I felt his cock jerk and a splash of warmth inside my arse, I looked up at him and he smiled at me saying "You don't mind do you?" I couldn't think of anything to say as he now started to fill my arse with his piss. The heat of his stream of piss as it filled me, his cock plugging my arsehole, was a comforting and satisfying feeling. The pressure of my swelling arsehole was pressing on my own bladder though and so as he continued pissing into me my own cock started to pulse and then I let loose a stream of piss, as he was leaning over me, it hit his belly and then dripped off of him and back onto my belly mixing with my cum that was lying there. Slowly he withdrew his cock and I pressed my arse closed so that his warm piss didn't escape, then he leant over my pissing cock and took it in his mouth, gulping down the liquid streaming from me.
When I'd finished pissing he pushed the tip of his tongue deep in my piss slit to get the last few drops, slid his mouth off my cock and bringing his face and mouth closer to my belly he licked the mixture of cum and piss off of me, slowly moving his tongue over me. Gradually he moved his mouth, tongue and lips up my body until they were on top of my lips, I opened my mouth and he opened his, I got a stream of my piss and cum straight from his mouth and into mine. I swallowed it as he pushed his tongue deeper in my mouth and as my tongue went in-between his parted lips I could taste my liquids all over them.
Slowly I got up from the bed and said
"I'm going to get a shower, if you want to join me Gavin please feel free" he followed me into the bathroom, fondling each other as we went. I got the shower going and stepped inside, so did Gavin, it was a tight squeeze, but we enjoyed it. As was obvious by his cock coming up to half-hard again, which made mine start to firm up as well. I still had an arse full of piss and cum and as we stood under the shower I slowly relaxed my arse muscles and released it. Gavin put his finger in my arsehole and stopped the flow, then he turned me around so that my arse was over his cock, taking his finger out he said "Now you can let it go" I released the flow again and I could feel his cock getting hard against my arse as the stream of mixed piss and cum ran out over his cock and balls. Feeling his hard cock sliding in-between my arse cheeks was getting me harder as well.
The warm shower water was pouring down on us and I ran the soap over Gavin's body, lathering him, he lifted his arms and I ran the soap into his hairy pits, creating even more lather. He leant back against the shower wall and let me explore his body with the soap and my hands, we were kissing as my hands wandered all over him. It was one of the best showers I've ever had. Afterwards we went to bed together, Gavin didn't sleep in the spare room, it was so great to be snuggled up to a man again. We went to sleep in the 'Nesting spoons' position with me snuggled up to Gavin's back. My cock was nestling between Gavin's arse cheeks and my arm was around his waist and belly. We drifted off to sleep quite easily, I guess that we were tired, but in the night I awoke and discovered that my cock had got hard and I'd pushed it inside Gavin's arse. I lay there for a moment wondering what to do, if I made any sudden movement it would wake him up. If I withdrew it might wake him up. I moved slightly, Gavin moaned and pushed himself back against me, I could feel my cock surrounded by his warm flesh, I wanted him. Slowly I pulled back again and again Gavin pushed back on my, now rigid, cock. I started to gently fuck him sliding my cock in and out of his arsehole, he moaned, whether he was asleep or not I didn't know and my cock couldn't care less.
He flung his topmost arm backwards over me and said "Don't stop my love" So I carried on, each thrust of my cock ploughing deeper and deeper into him. He started to wank himself and as he did so I could feel the movements on my cock inside him. This, of course, got me even more excited. I put my arms around him and pulled him tighter against me, my fingers found his nipples and started to squeeze and pull on them, my cock and his arse seemed to be moving in unison now as we got faster and faster. Gavin moaned and I could feel his wanking movements getting faster and faster. I was ready to let my cum go and as I heard him moan in prelude to releasing his cum, I felt the familiar stirring deep in my balls and then I was shooting and Gavin was clamping his arse cheeks around the base of my cock as he shot his load.
Slowly we calmed down and drifted back to sleep, when morning came I got up and made breakfast for us both then took it back to the bedroom. He smiled as I came in carrying a tray of food with a coffee pot and cups on it
"I'm not usually a breakfast guy, a piece of toast and a quick coffee is my normal thing" He said "But on this occasion I think we both need some sustenance, don't you?"
I nodded and smiled back at this handsome man lying naked in my bed. "I think I could be persuaded to make breakfast for you anytime" I said. With a big smile he looked me up and down and said
"I will take anything you care to give me" He has and so have I, we still live in separate houses for the moment, until he can sell his and then he wants to move in with me. I'll be glad when he does as I need his guidance on how to create a web page.