I guess I should start at the beginning.
I'm a divorced dad, 50 years old. I have a couple of kids. Both kids spent time with me as they grew up as well as with their mom. My son spent more time with me, partially because his best friend lived only a few houses away. I do fine at work and have a pretty nice house. There's even a pool and I have a gym downstairs. I stay in shape. I'm about 5'10, nice shoulders, no gut, barrel chest with some hair. I'm told I'm good-looking. I'm dark-haired, almost black, green eyes, and tanned. I've never remarried. I just don't trust women after what my ex did to me. I do enjoy jacking off, of course. What man doesn't?
Anyway, this all started after my son left for college out of state. I was home, by myself, one Saturday when I heard a knock at the door. I was surprised to see my son's best friend, Matt, through the peephole.
"Hey Matt", I said as I opened the door wide for him. "Rick's not here, you know. He's off to college."
"Yeah, I know", he said as he smiled at me. "I'm really missing him. Would it be ok if I came in to hang out for a while here?"
"Sure", I said, although I was a bit puzzled by the request. Matt came on into the living room then. He was a nice-looking boy, I mean man. He was taller than I am, about 6 feet. By the accidents of genetics he actually looked more like me than my own son did. He had the same hair color and eyes as me. He's a bit thinner than I am, but his white tee shirt was tight enough to show off his well-defined chest. His shorts were the old fashioned kind, actually short and not long and baggy. His legs showed him to be in good shape, too.
Although I was still puzzled by his visit, I was glad for some company. The house was very quiet nowadays. I was even thinking about getting a dog for something to liven it up. I got Matt some lemonade from the fridge and we chatted about the weather (hot and dry), sports, and how Rick (my son) was doing at college. I eventually mentioned I was thinking about getting a dog and he beamed.
"I volunteer at the animal shelter. Would you like a rescue dog? What kind of dog are you looking for? I can start watching out for what you want."
I smiled big time right back at him. That made him redden a bit for some reason. Eventually we traded enough details about what I wanted so that he thought he knew what I wanted. He didn't stay too much longer after that. He shook my hand as he left. He looked into my eyes for a second as he left, too. Not sure what that was about.
After that Matt would stop by the house every Saturday, bringing with him pictures of dogs he thought I might like. I realized I was starting to really look forward to his visits. Despite the age difference we started to develop a rapport. I stopped thinking of Matt as Rick's friend and began to see him as my friend instead. I had never talked much to Matt before and was pleasantly surprised by how mature he was, once I got to know him better. I relaxed around him and started joking with him. It was fun making him laugh, seeing his big smile and his eyes light up. I eventually had to force him to stop calling me Mr. Owen, though, and call me Steve instead. I eventually had to tell him I'd slap his fingers or his butt if he didn't use my first name. He laughed at that, winked, and wagged his fingers and butt at me. That made me laugh out loud, too!
Finally, one Saturday he brought me a photo of the dog I knew was "the" dog. It was an absolutely adorable chocolate brown lab mix with green eyes. He smiled as if he had anticipated my reaction. I smiled right back and then noticed that his eyes and the dog's eyes had a very similar color. He noticed my look and said, "Yeah, all three of us have the same eye color." He looked deeply into my eyes before suddenly looking away and laughing about it. I studied him a bit then. He really was a handsome guy. He often wore tight sleeveless tees when at the house. Definitely had nice arms and chest to match the rest of him. Any girl would be lucky to have him. Of course then I realized he had never mentioned a girl in our wide-ranging conversations. Well, I guess I hadn't either.
We soon made an appointment for me to see the dog before the shelter closed at noon. As I entered the shelter Matt was waiting for me, grinning like always. He led me into the puppy area and told me to walk around and look at all the puppies. I did as directed. I loved looking at them all. I mean have you ever seen a puppy that wasn't cute? However, when I got to the little chocolate ball of fur, I knew he was "the" dog. He looked right back and me and started wagging his little tail fiercely. He looked pleadingly at me. My heart melted. I must have had a goofy grin on my face as I studied the little form before me. I realized Matt had come up from behind me and was standing right next to me. He put his arm around my shoulders and said, "The dog, right?" I just nodded. He then pointed out a sign on the cage that read, "Reserved for Steve Owen". I snorted and punched him on the shoulder. "Am I that predictable?"
"In this case, yes," he answered, smiling a soft smile. Impulsively, I hugged him then, thanking him. He stiffened at first with the unexpectedness of my gesture, but quickly relaxed and hugged me back, holding me with his strong arms. It was a bit odd to be holding a young guy who was taller than me even if I was bigger. I have to say it felt unexpectedly good, too, to be holding a young and strong body. Sort of reluctantly even I let go of him and he did the same. When I looked at Matt's face, I was a bit surprised to see a hint of tears in his eyes. He noticed my reaction and said, "I'm allergic to some of the cats here." I nodded but wondered.
We finally got the paperwork done, the tags, a leash, and puppy food. I had had a blast playing with Latte (so sue me for choosing such a silly name!). I was definitely in love. Matt enjoyed watching me play and be silly. He came over often to watch the two of us, while still getting his work done at the Shelter. He wasn't done when I was finally ready to go but promised to come by to make sure Latte was settling in after his shift was done.
I had already picked out the room for Latte's cage and set him up in it. However, it was immediately obvious that he much preferred being free. Soon, he was scampering up and down the hall, running like a maniac. I couldn't help but smile at his antics. He sure was cute. Every so often he would jump up at me. I had to discourage that behavior! However, I couldn't resist picking him up from time to time, just to hold him. It was during one of those times that he had his first "accident". Oh well. He didn't really get me that wet, but I decided to change clothes and take a quick shower. I had just finished up when I heard the doorbell ring. "Probably Matt", I thought. Not thinking anything about it, I just put a towel over my lower parts and went to the door to open it. He seemed quite surprised by my half nakedness and turned a little red. "I'm sorry, I just got peed on by the dog and had to get cleaned up." He laughed then and said, "Oh no problem. Sorry for staring at you. I guess I hadn't realized in what good shape you are!" I laughed at that, did some bodybuilder poses, and said, "Not bad for an old man, eh?" He gave me a strange grin then and said, "I've never thought of you as an old man, just someone older than I am, that's all." And I found myself saying, "Well, I've never thought of you as a particularly young guy, just someone younger than I am."
Latte chose that moment to interrupt us and dashed up to me and pulled at the towel with his mouth. "Stop that!" I said with a mock scowl. "I don't think Matt would appreciate me flashing him!" I glanced at him to get his reaction to my joke. He was grinning, but his eyes had something else in them, too. I wasn't sure exactly what that was though.
I excused myself to put on some clothes. I decided to dress like Matt in a sleeveless tee and shorts. I didn't bother to put on shoes. I joked about my clothing and said, "Well if I'm not an old man and you're not a particularly young guy, I guess I can dress like you." He chuckled and nodded with approval but then said, "Yeah now we look even more like brothers."
"Really?" I asked. "Yeah", he said. "Come look." Taking me by the shoulders he marched us both to the big mirror in my bedroom. "What do you think, Steve?" I hadn't really thought about it before, but he did have a point. We could have been brothers! He certainly was taller and younger, but we did have the same hair color and the same eyes. Our faces were the same general shape as well. "Well how about that!" I exclaimed. I then made a face in the mirror, just because, which made him react by making a face, too. Soon, we were making the stupidest faces and expressions we could. Eventually we started laughing so hard that we had to hold each other up! Latte added to the fun by barking at us both furiously. That made us laugh even harder and we wound up hugging each other so as not to literally roll on the floor with laughter.
Wow. I was doing a lot of holding Matt today, wasn't I? And he felt just as good in my arms now as he did earlier. Even as we stopped laughing, I was reluctant to let him go. It had been a long time since I'd hugged anyone at all. I realized I had missed the feeling of someone in my arms especially someone I really liked. Hmm... That thought was enough to finally let him go. I decided not to look at him then, in case he saw what I was thinking. I was embarrassed by my thoughts. I mean I was old enough to be his father. I shouldn't be thinking any kind of thoughts like that about him.
I stooped down to pick up Latte as a diversionary tactic. I scratched his little head and ears, to which he responded by sticking out his very long tongue and licking my hands. I finally looked up at Matt's face. He was smiling a very fond smile, enjoying the scene before him.
He soon said he had to go. He was supposed to get something at the store for dinner on his way home. However, he asked if he could come by tomorrow afternoon to go swimming. He said he hadn't been in a pool since Rick left for college and missed swimming in our pool. I told him that would be fine.
Later that night in bed naked (I always sleep naked), I thought about the day. Latte was in his cage, snoozing away, when I looked down. Yeah, he had convinced me that my room was his room, too. I sort of wondered about how I felt when hugging Matt. I realized that I really liked him an awful lot. I was really looking forward to seeing him tomorrow, too. I also had to admit that I was looking forward to seeing him in a swimsuit, too. I did chuckle to myself when I justified that thought by remembering he had seen me in a similar stage of undress today.
I had a hard time restraining my enthusiasm when I answered the door the next afternoon. Matt seemed to return my enthusiasm, too. He was in his standard attire and I had dressed the same way. We both nodded our approval of the other's dress. After a brief hesitation he reached over to me and pulled me into a "hello" hug. I was startled at first, but then relaxed into it and hugged him back hard. He responded by hugging me harder. We were soon hugging each other in a mutual bear hug! Wow, he was strong! We finally released each other by mutual consent, breathing heavily. "Wow, you're strong Steve", Matt said. "I was just thinking the same thing about you, Matt!" We both laughed a bit. However, I suddenly realized that hugging him like that had brought about a bit of a reaction down below. "Shame on me" I thought. However, a quick glance a Matt's shorts seemed to show a similar reaction. "No, I must be imagining it", I thought.
We quickly reverted to talking about non-consequential things. After a few minutes we decided to change into our suits to go into the pool. My cock was still a little plumped when I put on my trunks. I deliberately choose a "baggie" suit to cover it up. I looked at myself in the mirror before I left the room. Yeah, nice-looking man all right. I then remembered Matt standing beside me yesterday. I wondered what his chest would look like as I studied my own. Would he be slightly hairy like I was, too?
I went out into the sunshine and put my towel down. I did some stretching then before getting into the pool. I was in mid-stretch when Matt came out, dressed only in a pair of trunks much like mine. I continued my warm ups as I checked out his body. Wow, he was slightly hairy, just like me! That made me start to plump up even more. I was really glad I had chosen these trunks then!
He came over to me and started his stretches, too. I eventually stopped mine and enjoying watching him finish his. He really was a good-looking man! I could tell he enjoyed me watching him as he exaggerated some of his stretches to elongate his long body even more. He even did some bodybuilding poses imitating me from yesterday. What a hot man, I had to admit!
Having stared a bit too much I felt, I turned around and jumped in the pool. Within a minute I felt a splash right behind me. Turning around I got a faceful of water! Well, two can play that game! I splashed him right back. Soon, we were in a water war!
We kept getting closer and closer. I finally grabbed him and pulled him into another bear hug. If I thought he felt good before, nearly naked and wet was a whole other thing! This time we didn't hug hard, just tightly. I started to get an erection. I felt him do the same. Neither one of us let go of the other. We just held each other, moving slightly to keep our balance in the still churned up water in a kind of slow dance, not saying a word, not wanting to break up whatever was happening between us. I finally looked up at him. The intensity of his stare was frightening. He looked at me for a few minutes, searching for something in my face. I think he finally saw it. He leaned over and put his lips on mine. Wow oh wow!!! If the electricity I immediately felt had been real, we would have both been electrocuted instantaneously!!! I was suddenly overcome with passion. I attacked him and he attacked me back. I couldn't get enough of him, his mouth, his lips, his body, his arms, his chest, his crotch, his legs. All the feelings I had buried and tried to ignore ignited in an intense blast!
Suddenly he yanked my trunks down. I returned the favor. Now we were totally naked in the water and could rub every inch of our bodies together. Heaven! This wasn't going to last though. This was so intense and overwhelming. Too soon I could feel the cum boil up into my shaft. I was totally out of control. "Ah, ah, ah, ah," I yelled inarticulately! I blasted a huge load of cum into the water as I felt Matt spasm at the same time in my arms. I swore I could feel his cum hit me in the crotch as he blasted in turn!
We slowly came back to earth, but we still didn't let each other go. Echoing my thoughts, Matt whispered into my ear, "Now that I finally have you, I'm never letting you go!"
I tried to reason with him, although I had no desire to do so.
"Matt, I'm old enough to be your father!"
He stared at me. "You're 35. I'm 25. Get over it!"
He was so serious I was almost smiled. However, I did feel like we were the ages he said. I did feel like I was 35 and was sure he felt like he was 25.
I tried again. "Matt, I've never been with a man. This is the first gay thing I've ever done!"
This time he did smile. "Ditto. So we'll learn how to love together and the music we make will be even sweeter, being created by us for us and us alone!"
Where did that come from?
It was his turn. "Mr. Steve Owen, I have been in love with you for years. I have stayed a virgin in all senses until I could finally discover how you felt about me. You are the hottest, sexiest, and least self-aware man I have ever met!" I had to blush at the truth in his statement. This hot man in my arms had been wanting me for years? Me?
Again he read my mind. "You and nobody else but you." He sealed his statement with another deep kiss that literally made my toes curl.
I tried one more time. "How can I understand all of this? This is so new and so sudden."
He smiled knowingly. "It's not. You fell in love with me weeks ago. Admit that you've thought about no one but me and how you couldn't wait to see me again for weeks now! Steve, my man, I love you like no one else, but you can be dense."
Again, I realized he was right. I just had refused to admit it to myself. I had lived for his visits for quite some time. I had refused to believe in my feelings for a 19 year-old guy ("25" year-old, I corrected myself) as a 50 year-old (35 year-old?) guy? I mean falling for a guy at all!
I suddenly hugged him harder. All of what he said was true. I had this beautiful man in my arms and it was right. It felt right. He felt right. I wanted him and no one else. I realized that tears were flowing down my face. Everything that had frozen in me years ago suddenly thawed. It dawned on me that I was loved and I loved. I had the handsomest man I had ever met in my arms and he loved me and I loved him. And I was getting hard again!
Matt felt that and responded. He let go of me then and pulled me by my hand out of the pool. We both looked down at our similar hard cocks and smiled at each other.
"Steve", Matt said. "I think it's time to go try out making some new music in bed." I had to smile at my lover. I tried to be witty. "So, what part do you play?" I asked. "All parts, just like you," he answered. I gulped, but got even harder.
"Lead on D'Artagnan", I said, remembering a Three Muskateer's movie.
"After you, Athos", he replied with a smile. Smart to go with everything else? "No, after you," I replied. He smiled again and knew I wanted to watch his tight ass go up the stairs to my/our bedroom. Guilty as charged. And "up" we went...
The end?
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