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ROUTE 66 TOUR By Tulsa Driller 7
This trip almost didn't happen. It was a result of a couple of innocent remarks made while a group of us "older" men were having brunch after the 11 o'clock mass at our church. One of the men in the group had invited me to join them shortly after I moved to Tulsa and he and I became good, reliable friends who enjoyed getting together to bend our elbows and either fix a meal in our homes or go out to a nice restaurant. The brunch was casual and we never knew if there would be 2 or seven of us eating together. This particular day it was three of us.
Charlie and Warren have been good friends for years, both of their lovers died in the last few years. Both live in beautiful homes with back gardens and it is always a pleasure to be invited for cocktails and a potluck dinner. The usual attendance at these little parties is from 6 or so, to maybe a dozen. At 75 Charlie is the next oldest of the group and at 59, I'm the youngest of the group.
Anyway, the subject of discussion turned to the completion of the dome for our state capitol building in Oklahoma City. Charlie said that his father had worked for the construction company that built the building in the 1920's. For some reason, probably money, the dome was never built. We had a working oil well on the building grounds, but guess it didn't produce enough revenue to complete the building. Charlie made the remark that he'd like to go see the building, but didn't want to drive the 100-mile one-way trip by himself.
I just made the remark, "I'd like to see it, too, maybe we can go together." Nothing more was said that day. A few days later Charlie called me, asking if I was serious. He hadn't been to Oklahoma City for quite a few years and wanted to see the town again. We talked about things we could see and do. One was the Memorial to those killed in the Murrah Building bombing. I had seen pictures and that alone was spooky in my thinking.
Bricktown was new. Oklahoma City had revitalized an old downtown area, turning it into wonderful shops and restaurants and built a new baseball stadium.
We decided that the botanic gardens were a "must see" (I'd been there before) and the "Cowboy Hall of Fame". There were other things of interest that I jotted down while talking.
"Do you want to drive me over there one day? Ill be glad to pay the expenses for both of us." Charlie then suggested we drive his new Toyota Camry sedan, which at that point, had not been driven more than 55 mph and had never been out of town.
I said, "That would be fine, or we could take my Grand Prix coupe. It gets good gas mileage and I'm used to driving it."
"We don't have to decide this today," he replied. No date was set, but we each thought it might be a good idea to wait for cooler weather.
With our schedules, Charlie and I didn't talk to each other the next three weeks, but saw each other at church. He always went to coffee hour and I didn't.
Two weeks ago he called me one morning to tell me of a tour of the old Route 66. Oklahoma has almost 400 miles of the old highway (which was replaced by the Turner and Will Rogers Turnpikes, I-44 and I-40 when they were built). Almost the entire new road was built on new right-of-way, leaving the old road intact and designated as "SH 66" instead of U.S. 66.
The tour was to start on a Tuesday morning in Oklahoma City and two buses would carry the tour, working its way west to Erick at mile 7 of I-40. Old Route 66 ran through the middle of the town. Erick is the home of the Roger Miller Museum and Sheb Wooley was from there, also. They would have a tour guide on each bus and would be making stops at points of interest as the tour worked its way west. Then, that night after dinner, the bus would go back to Oklahoma City.
Charlie suggested that we spend the day in Oklahoma City on Tuesday, stay in a hotel and join the tour in El Reno (about 20 miles west of the city) the next morning, the second day. There were provisions at that point for people driving cars to join the tour. Instead of having a tour guide, we were given a cassette tape and a player if we needed it.
We met the group at the Fort Reno Visitor Center where we were shown a clip of "Rain Man" the movie Dustin Hoffman and Tom Cruise made. That segment was filmed at the Big 8 Motel #117, which is now called the "Deluxe Inn". It didn't look it.
As I expected, all the people on the tour of about 55 people were past retirement age, except for three people. There were two women, probably in their 40's who were dressed like they didn't know any better and shamelessly flirted with all the men. The other person was a young man who was with an older lady, I later found out was his grandmother. He acted interested in the tour and memorabilia and actually asked many questions, where no one else did.
Back on the bus, making a stop in Yukon, which is Garth Brooks hometown. The town was established in 1891, sixteen years before Oklahoma became a state. Then on to Bethany, which was established in 1906 by the Nazarene Church. There is a large college on the church grounds. We drove over the Lake Overholster Steel Truss Bridge, which was on the original Route 66 and made the obligatory stop at a cluster of antique shops.
We were in time for lunch at LaLouisian restaurant, a newer building, but just off Interstate 44 which is the route of the U.S. 66 bypass through Oklahoma City.
I don't know how it happened, but Charlie and I were seated at a table for four with the young man and his grandmother. We found out the young mans name was Andrew James McDermott, III and his grandmother was Laura McDermott. He was a stud, about 6'2", auburn hair, a polo shirt showing lots of chest hair, and wearing cargo shorts, showing very hairy legs. They were both very personable. "A.J." as he wanted to be called had just completed an MBA at the University of Oklahoma but hadn't found a job.
Conversation was lively among the four of us and we touched on a number of diverse subjects. I hated to get back in the car to continue the tour.
Then we got to see the capitol building again. We had missed that it was on the tour, and then discovered that it had been added at the last minute. However, Charlie and I had been in the building the day before whereas the tour only drove past.
On to Edmond. We drove past Sanders Camera Shop, which is located in an old territorial schoolhouse. Then it was pointed out that Wiley Post (pilot of the plane in which he and Will Rogers crashed and were killed) was buried in Memorial Park Cemetery. Then we stopped at the Edmond Historical Society Museum for about 45 minutes. Laura was born in Edmond in 1927 and had spent her life there, so filled is in on some local history. Edmond is almost 20 miles north of downtown Oklahoma City. Now you can hardly tell when you go from one city to the other. A piano stool that had been in her family when she was a little girl is displayed in the museum. She had given it to them 25 years before when her husband died and she moved into a townhouse.
The tour continued through Arcadia, Luther, Wellston, and Warwick and stopped again in Chandler. A stop was made at the Pioneer History Museum. Again, Laura filled us in on some local history. There were other points of interest here including the Lincoln Motel, built in 1939, the Old Armory restoration project. Also, an old Phillips 66 "cottage style" station that is being restored and a barn with advertising for Meramec Caverns (near Stanton, Missouri) painted on the side. It was the last remaining advertising of this type on Route 66.
Then on to Davenport, Stroud, Depew, Bristow, Kellyville, Supulpa and then into Tulsa. No more stops were made, but there were plenty of interesting things to see and we picked up a lot of Oklahoma history from the tape and brochures we had with us.
We ate dinner on the southwest edge of Tulsa in a restaurant that used to be a "Speak-Easy". There was a small, sliding window in the door of the building. When you knocked on the door, the doorkeeper would look out to see if he knew you or if you had a password to be allowed to enter. A reminder of the failed experiment of national Prohibition.
The tour was going to spend the night at a Best Western, which was only about 5 blocks from where I lived. As we started to leave the restaurant, A.J. caught up with me and asked, "Are you and Charlie together?"
Not realizing what he was asking, I said, "Yes, I'm going to take him home. He lives about a mile from here, then go to my own apartment which is right around the corner."
"No, I mean are you guys a couple?"
I about dropped my teeth. "No, I said, just friends who know each other from church."
His next question was "What kind of nightlife is there here?"
"There's a couple of jazz clubs and several places that have live music."
"No, I mean for people like you and me." He smiled that glorious smile of his, showing a mouthful of even teeth.
Catching his meaning, I said, "There are several gay bars. The only one I've been to is nice, attracts business people as well as college students and they have entertainment on some nights. But, I don't know the schedule for that."
"Do you have any plans for the evening?"
My thought was, 'Great, I'm being asked to haul a college guy around to all the gay bars in town and I don't even know where they are.'
"No, not really."
"Look, if you can go out, I'll buy the drinks and whatever else there is, cover charges, whatever."
I thought, 'Well, the motel where they are staying is not out of my way to go home, so why not?'
"That would be fine, but you don't have to buy."
"Oh, I insist. You've been great and grandmother really likes you. She thinks you can talk about anything. She goes to bed early and she's really tired tonight. I don't want to sit in the room by myself and don't have any way to go exploring by on my own."
Knowing what it is like to be in a strange town by myself, I felt sorry for him and there certainly didn't seem to be anyone else on the tour that he could "hang with" for the evening.
"Okay, do you want to come with me while I take Charlie home?"
"I really should help get Grandmother settled in. Can you pick me up at the Best Western in a half hour? That should give us time to get our room keys and luggage. Were supposed to be pre-checked, so don't have to stand in line to register."
"Okay, I'm driving a red Grand Prix coupe."
"I've seen your car, so Ill be looking for you."
I took Charlie home and didn't say anything to him about playing tour guide. I decided that I had about 20 minutes to kill, and really would like to freshen up and at least put on a different shirt. So went to my apartment, took care of my bladder, stripped off my clothes, and did a quick wash. Fresh deodorant and cologne then pulled a pair of Duckshead pants and a maroon polo shirt out of my closet and put them on.
I was ready to leave the house in 20 minutes. There was just one left turn on the four-block drive and I caught the turn signal and didn't even have to stop. I drove into the Best Western parking lot, under the canopy. There he was; A.J. was carrying a backpack, slung over his left shoulder.
"Can I put this in the trunk?" he asked.
"Sure." I reached over and pressed the button to pop the lid."
He dropped it in, then shut the lid and got in the passenger seat.
"I really appreciate you doing this. It's only 9 o'clock and I'm not tired so there is no use going to bed. Thanks for rescuing me."
I started in the direction of downtown. I knew about where Renegades was, but wasn't really sure of the street, but knew Id find it with no problem. I thought it was on South Main Street and it was - at 16th Street. It was Tuesday night, so plenty of places to park the car.
We walked in and I was surprised, the music was not loud. Several men were playing pool, a few dancing slowly and the rest sitting at the bar or tables visiting with each other. Several were wearing suits, others Levis or shorts. A couple of people acknowledged our entrance and we found a table next to the dance floor, but could see the pool tables. The waiter, who was wearing tight gray shorts, no shirt and a bow tie, took our order. We both ordered scotch and soda.
I made the comment, "I'm surprised you drink scotch. Most people your age don't like it and either drink vodka or bourbon - or beer."
"My parents are scotch drinkers - or gin martinis, which I like, too."
I thought, 'I like you already,' and said, "If I'm at a cocktail party and only going to have a couple of drinks, I like martinis. Otherwise, its scotch and soda for me. At least most of the time."
Our drinks arrived immediately and before I could reach for my billfold, A.J. pulled a bill out of his wallet to pay the waiter, who told us his name was Randy.
As he walked away, A.J. said, "I wonder if that's his name or his condition." We both had a good laugh.
I just said, "Condition is good enough for me."
We danced to a couple of slow numbers. I didn't know who had picked the music, but silently thanked them that it wasn't the usual "head-banging music" generally found in bars. I think that's the main reason I never go to one unless somebody insists. But this bar had a good reputation for attracting a wide clientele.
One of the pool games was over and a player approached our table. "Hi, I'm Tom. Either of you gents interested in a game of pool?"
I looked at A.J. "Go ahead if you want. I don't know how."
"Sure, Ill play a couple of games. He picked up his drink and headed toward the pool table. I took mine and followed him so I could watch. They seemed to be pretty well matched, but I only know the basic rules. I spotted Dane, a fellow I knew from church, and decided to find out about the other gay bars in town.
He told me the names and location, offering to go with us. I knew I could find any of the three with no problem, so declined. Meanwhile, Tom and A.J. played two games of pool, Tom winning one and A.J. winning the other. About that time another guy walked up, telling A.J. that he'd like to play and wanted to know if a $5 bet was okay. A.J. told him no.
He looked at me, mouthing, "Are you ready to go?"
As we walked outside, he said, "I think I was being set up to be hustled."
I hadn't been paying attention to the other table, but A.J. told me that the fellow who wanted to play him had won two games from the other guy at $10 apiece. He said, "I would rather play for fun than money. Too much pressure if there's money on the game."
I agreed. "I hate it when people try to make a simple game something it isn't."
We got in the car and I told A.J. that I'd found out where three more bars were and that none were too far away.
He asked, "Do you have any liquor at home? I'd rather just go relax and visit. If you need scotch, the liquor stores are still open, aren't they?"
I assured him that I had plenty of scotch, Dewars, Chivas and Passport, which I normally drank myself. I said, "There's plenty of cheese and crackers there, too."
"Well, what are we waiting for? Lets go!" He sounded enthusiastic.
I got on the Broken Arrow Expressway, then south on Harvard and we were at my complex within 15 minutes. I waved my gate card in front of the sensor and drove into the parking lot after the gate rolled open.
"Hey, I like the idea of a secure complex," he said. "Not many places have this."
"I think this is a pretty safe area, but one never knows. My unit faces the interior courtyard, so I cant see the parking lot."
He got his backpack out of the trunk and we headed down the corridor to my ground floor unit. A.J. spotted the little lake and water fountain and we walked a few more feet so he could see it.
I said, "We have resident ducks, plus some visitors from time to time. They are fun to watch."
He spotted the swimming pool, although at that time of the evening there was no one in it and the lights were off. You could see into the fitness center and two people were working out.
"Hey, cool! Front row seat for the pool."
I laughed, "Yeah, but a pair of binoculars comes in handy for checking out the 'Pool Gods' - when they're out."
He had a big laugh over that while I was unlocking my door.
We entered the apartment. I had left a table lamp on so it was light when we entered. Now I have a lot of nice things in my apartment. Nice collectibles, some good prints, a couple of oils, a curio cabinet full of interesting things, a large bookcase with well-read books, quite a few pieces of Waterford crystal - and a grand piano.
A.J. was impressed. I was impressed with him because he recognized the Edward Marshall Boehm porcelains and the Waterford crystal pieces. He even knew the pattern of the bar glasses - Lismore. Then he saw the brass sculptures and recognized them as being Curtis Jere. Only one other person in the last 30 years had known what they were.
He explained. "My parents have the seagulls, like yours, but theirs are arranged so they are less tall. Yours are at least a foot taller."
I told him the story of some friends in Kansas City who had them early on, but that Hall's didn't have any more at the time and weren't sure they could get them. Then we found them at the new Marshall Fields store in Watertower Place in Chicago. They opened a charge account for me on the spot so I could buy it.
We talked about other pieces of art and I explained that my late lover and I had been together for 33 years before his death four years before. We had traveled a lot, both together and separate business trips of our own. We had always purchased some object of crystal or art to have as a memento of whatever trip we were on.
He thought that was wonderful and hugged me to him. The next thing I knew, he asked if he could kiss me.
Our lips found each other and I melted into his arms. And could he kiss!! Wow! My toes tingled, but that was nothing like the feeling I was getting in my crotch. His mouth tasted clean and fresh.
He pulled back, kissed me on the nose, telling me, "I've always liked men who were older - and I like bears, and I think you're one just like me. With that he pulled the front of my shirt out of the waistband of my pants and rubbed my hairy chest with both his hands, then pinched my nipples. His mouth found mine again and it was hard to tell whose tongue was in the other's mouth.
I pulled his shirt out of his pants and did the same to him. Yes, he was as hairy as me, maybe even more so!! I loved it. I started working his shirt up to take it off and he helped me by raising his arms. We had to break the kiss to pull it off his arms, and then he did the same for me. He had a beautiful body. As I said earlier, he was about 6'2" to my six feet even and was a little more slender than me, but both of us were pretty solid. I found out later that he weighed 200 to my 210.
We started unveiling each other, standing back to assess our progress and give each other small kisses on our faces and chests. He was fascinated that I had a nipple ring; I (a little later) was fascinated with a small tattoo on his groin, just above his pubic hair. A little devil with a pitchfork. Cute - and sexy, too!!
He helped me shed my silk boxers and I pulled his boxer briefs off. A bonus, he wasn't circumcised and his cock was about the same size as mine, about 6-inches, so knew I could take him with no problem. I have a hard time believing the stories about guys with 8 and 9 (and bigger) inch cocks. I've only seen one (in my limited experience) that was 7-inches and thought it was huge. I couldn't deep throat it. By the same token, several men the last few years have been impressed with my cock, although I don't think its that big. However, they were probably closer to five inches.
It didn't take long to decide that we needed to move this show to the bedroom and collapsed on my queen-sized bed. He was hot and all over me and I tried to reciprocate, but he wanted the upper hand, so I enjoyed it. There didn't seem to be anything he didn't want to try. He didn't waste anytime getting down to business, starting with giving my balls a tongue bath, then on under, pulling my hips up so he could get to my asshole. This was a new experience to me and I about pulled the covers off the bed trying to get a grip. Then back to the balls, up to the base of my cock, and then he licked around it arriving at the head. Meanwhile, he had wet a finger on his left hand and was exploring my asshole opening. I felt the finger penetrate, then move around. He pulled his finger out, added saliva to two of them and back in again.
I heard, "MMmmm... good precum," as he licked all around again. I have never produced a drop of precum in my life, but apparently it was flowing freely. Again, I'd never been stimulated in my ass as he was doing. He kept going "MMmm... mmm... then took me to the base with no hesitation. Where had this boy learned his technique?
The sex I'd been exposed to over the years was pretty plain vanilla, sucking each other with an occasional 69. My ex had been uncut and his cock was very sensitive, so it seldom took long to get him off. If I got off, fine, otherwise it was up to me to finish it myself.
Not with this guy. I figured I was in for a long ride as he brought me to the edge again and again. I wanted to cum so badly I would have paid him, gladly. He finally allowed me to move around so I could engage in a mutual 69, but I realized that he had something else in mind as my ass was getting a lot of attention. Finally he moved back up to my face and bathed me from ear with this tongue going the route around my throat. He whispered, "Got any lube?"
I said, "Lube and condoms in the top drawer by the lamp."
New experience number 17 for me tonight, but I couldn't wait.
He applied what seemed like a liberal amount of KY to my asshole, shoving it as deep as he could with his long fingers. Then he greased his tool, picked up a condom packet and ripped it open, rolling the Trojan down his shaft. Then he applied more lube to the sheathed weapon. I was on my back and was glad because I wanted to look at his face and it would be a total turn-on if we could kiss, too. Yes!!! He wanted to kiss while fucking because his tongue found my mouth as his cock was searching for my asshole, guided by his left hand.
"Let me get a pillow," he whispered, pulling back. I rose up so he could fold it in half and shove it under me. Back in "ready position" and this time he found the opening with no problem. I gritted my teeth as I felt him enter, but he must have done a good job of loosening me up because there was very little pain. Just a feeling of fullness. Did I want this badly, or did I want it badly?
Soon he was in and I felt a jolt from my prostate. I must have leaked more precum because this time I definitely could feel it escape my pee slit. My cock was still hard and I felt it fill out even more. My legs were locked around his waist and I was leaning up so we could kiss each other. So this is the way sex is supposed to be? I thought as we established a rhythm. Wow, what have I been missing all these years?
I've always doubted the stories about guy's cumming with only the stimulation of being fucked, but never really believed it. I was about to find out that it was true. I was still leaking precum like crazy because I could feel it where my cock was hitting his stomach. He kept the same rhythm, but his kisses were getting more insistent and he was breathing harder. That must have spurred me on, because I knew I was there. I had my arms around his neck to hold his face to mine. I was almost gulping air, trying to breathe and swallow his tongue while reaching for his tonsils. Sure enough, I felt myself start to spasm and it must have triggered my sphincter muscle because A.J. started to go "Uummph... Aahggh..." and I could feel his cock pulsing, too. Wow!!! A mutual orgasm. I was drained.
I don't know how many times each of us shot, but it was a draining experience for me and I think, him, too. We lay there and held on to each other while we calmed down. I could feel his cock softening and pretty soon, it popped out. I felt empty and hoped we could do this again. After all, A.J. was only 25!!! I doubted my ability, though.
He rolled on his side and I pulled the pillow out and rolled to face him. We didn't say anything to each other; there was no need to. He reached down and gathered some of my cum from my belly.
"You sure make a lot of cum."
That was something else, even in my self-pleasure; it seemed to me that my output was only a few drops. He scooped up the cum on my belly and we shared it, then did the same for what was on his belly. We kissed, mixing saliva with the cum and each swallowed about half of it. I had tasted myself before so knew what to expect. He smacked his lips, grinned and say, "Got any more?" Boy, I wished I did.
I laughed and said, "That may be it for the evening. How about you, can you go a second time?" I snickered again and said, "Correction, can you cum a second time."
To my surprise he said, "Yes and I bet you can, too."
I replied, "I'm willing to find out, but think I need a time out. How about that drink we were going to have?"
Thought you'd never ask. You made me pay for it first."
Then he smiled that wonderful smile again and we shared another kiss. We both made our way to the bathroom. He stripped off the condom and dumped it in the toilet, then peed. While he was doing that, I got out a washcloth and hand towel for him. I cleaned myself up a little, then decided that maybe I needed to use the toilet, too.
We walked back to the living room and it seemed that we couldn't keep our hands off each other. I got out two Waterford double old-fashioned glasses, grabbed the bottle of Dewars and took them to the kitchen to fix drinks. I asked A.J., "Would you like a lemon twist with your drink?"
His reply was, "How did you know?"
While I was fixing drinks and getting out two blocks of cheese and some crackers, he asked, "Don't you think I should get a towel to put on the love seat?"
I replied, "Good idea. Bathroom closet, top door. Any of them will do. 'Was this guy something else?' I thought.
I got a TV tray and set it in front of the love seat, then went back to the kitchen for the other stuff. "Here, let me help," and took the tray from me. I followed his hairy butt to the living room, wanting to pinch it, but my hands were full!!
I handed him his drink and a napkin and we sat down, each of us turning so we could look at the other. I said, "Cheers" and raised my glass. He did likewise.
"Without sounding like a cliche, I think you are wonderful. You pushed buttons I didn't know I had this evening. Thank you." I leaned into him to give him a kiss. He returned it; I think we just meant to touch lips, anyway.
He told me, "You were the one who gave me pleasure. I usually can't find a willing bottom that turns me on. Almost every guy wants to top me, but I'm careful who I allow to do that." Then he smiled. "But I think I'd let you if you want to."
I laughed. I said, "I've been with a few guys the last four years and they all wanted me to top them. I've not had that much experience doing that and, quite frankly, had a hard time keeping it up." We both laughed.
A.J. said, "Maybe, we've solved each others problems. At least I hope so."
I was sitting there thinking, I wonder exactly what he's thinking? Could this be something more than a one-night fling? Nahhh, no way."
Well, over drinks - we had a second round of those, later - and snacks, we told each other our stories. Mine was that my lover and I had been together for 33 years [he was stunned that two men could and would be together for that long] and that I was 22 when we got together.
He had a funny look on his face. "What?" I asked.
A.J. almost looked pained and was very hesitant. "I don't want to be rude, but how old are you? Please don't take that the wrong way."
I proudly said, "I'm 59 years old."
Another strange look. "I don't believe you. I thought you might be about 45. My father looks older than you and he's only 50."
I laughed and told him, "It must be from the good German and Scots genes in my system. No one in my family looks their age. I don't feel 59. In fact when I look in the mirror every morning when I'm shaving, I still see the same, horny 21-year old kid looking back at me that I've seen every morning for the last 38 years." I laughed and he really thought that was funny.
He leaned over and gave me a really big, deep kiss, saying, "I've always heard that you are only as old as you feel. My Grandmother says that she still feels 35. She has a hard time walking for much distance, but she certainly thinks like a younger person - even more so than my mother and father.
My reply: "Believe it!"
A.J. then told me a little about himself. He had three sisters, two older and one younger. All were married, although he didn't think any were really happy. They had married well, but their husbands were all workaholics. He had 5 nieces and nephews, three of which went to private schools in the Oklahoma City area. The other two were still pre-school. He said that if his brother-in-laws thought they could get by with it, they would ship all the kids off to a boarding school.
He figured out that he was gay when in high school and fooled around with a couple of guys in his glass, mainly jacking off together, but never touching the other. He went to the University of Oklahoma to study history and met a lot of guys there, but they were really interested in a blowjob and didn't care if he got off. He'd had a couple of very short-term affairs with guys, but they really weren't satisfactory for either of them. The guys seemed to admire him for his body and that was it.
About the time he started graduate school, the pressure started from his parents to find a nice girl and settle down like his sisters had. He asked his parents if they thought his sisters were really happy, they agreed they probably weren't.
"I finally told my parents that I was pretty sure I was gay, but hadn't had much opportunity to find out. Any contacts I'd had with other men hadn't been satisfactory." Surprisingly, his parents were accepting. His father even knew a couple of business associates with gay sons and was willing to help him meet them. A.J. assured him that it might not be a good idea, unless it was an accidental meeting in the country club dining room or something like that.
"Actually, I've always been attracted to older men, mainly because they are more assured of themselves. Most guys my age have their heads up their butts and only think about sex. And then, only want to get off. No real relationship.
When he started working on his MBA he met a fellow named Greg who was from Waco, Texas. They had hit it off and since Greg had a larger apartment than A.J., they moved in together. The sex was good, but there was nothing else to hold the relationship together. However, A.J. gained a lot of experience [which I could attest to].
They parted ways last spring when both finished their MBA programs and got their diplomas. He had not had any luck finding a job with all the corporate downsizing, stock plunges and layoffs the big corporations were experiencing. He had been an American history major and was thinking of going back to pick up a few classes and get a teaching certificate. And that's where he was now. His father owned his own successful appliance business and had offered A.J. a job, but he didn't think he wanted to work for his father. His parents lived in "The Village" which was a very upscale area of Oklahoma City. His grandparents had lived in "Nichols Hills", another very expensive area. Houses usually sold before a sign was put in the yard.
So, if he didn't find a job before the end of the year, he would enroll in school and thought one semester would complete his requirements for a certificate.
Then he wanted to know more about me.
I laughed, "Well, I've already told you how old I am and that shocked you, so anything more I'd have to say probably wouldn't be of interest."
He smiled and said, "I think there is something deep that tells me you are a wonderful, thoughtful, smart and astute person. One who has had a lot of wonderful experiences with a partner and can still spin the world by its tail. You strike me as being meticulous and in control, but has a great sense of humor, loves people and has a grand time with them. Right?"
"I think you've about covered all the bases."
"Let me ask you something. We met today over lunch. We had glanced at each other at the two stops before that. Did you purposely sit at our table?"
"No, it just happened. I had seen you and your grandmother, but we were herded into the dining room at the restaurant and the empty chairs at your table were available so Charlie asked if we could sit with you."
"Well you talked to my grandmother a lot, but drew me into the conversation, too. It's like you acknowledged my presence, but didn't make a big deal out of it. I've seldom had that happen from other gay men."
"Did you think Charlie and I were gay?"
"I didn't really get any vibrations. I really thought he might be your father and you were taking him on this tour. You asked a lot of good questions that I didn't think of so I knew that you were probably the one interested in the tour, not Charlie. I don't know why I felt that, but I don't think I thought either of you were gay."
"Same with you. I knew you weren't some kid that Grandma had drug along with her on a tour, but you seemed so interested in what the people had to say at each stop and you were really the only person who asked very many questions, except me."
"You and Charlie really didn't interact with each other all that much, so I didn't know what to think. Father and son - maybe. Gay - I never really thought about it," he said.
"I was attracted to you and I figured that even if you were gay, you weren't paying any attention to me. That made me want you all the more and I knew that if we were going to get together, it would be me who had to seduce you," he laughed. God, I loved that laugh.
I got up to fix myself another scotch. A.J.'s glass was almost empty and he drained it. He followed me to the kitchen and as I was washing the glasses, he came up behind, putting his arms around me, rubbing my chest and kissing me behind my right ear. "I'm glad I met you. I feel so comfortable talking to you and I really want to get better acquainted. Is that okay with you?"
I was stunned. Here I was, a fellow older than his father, we'd just had mind-blowing sex, were telling each other our life stories, and he is telling me that he wants to get to know me better? Well, I certainly don't dislike the guy. He's certainly better than the people I've gotten acquainted with through Internet ads. I'd met some pretty weird people there and had failed relationships - really never got off the ground - with two fellows.
I finished drying the glasses, cut fresh lemon wedges, poured another generous amount of Dewars in each glass, added ice and filled them with club soda.
We headed back to the living room.
"I want to hear you play the piano. This is certainly a nice one. My mother has a Steinway, too, but almost never touches it, at least when I'm at home.
I looked at the grandmother clock. Almost midnight. "I'm sorry, its too late tonight and. "Maybe tomorrow night," he finished.
Again, I was a little more than stunned. This guy was full of surprises.
"Lets just see how it works out. What time do you want to go back to the motel?"
"Are you trying to get rid of me?" he asked, smiling.
"No, but..."
"Is it okay if I spend the rest of the night? I have everything with me that I need for tomorrow."
A bell rang. "Did you even check into a room at the motel?"
"No, I was hoping I could spend the night with you, but if I can't, you can take me back."
"A.J., there is nothing better that I'd like than have you spend the rest of the night. I'm just surprised, that's all.
We were sitting down at this point and he carved up some more cheese wedges, putting one on a cracker and handing it to me.
He looked at me and grinned, his wonderful smile beaming at me. "Actually, I think I did pretty good in separating you from the herd and having a chance to spend the evening with you. You are great in bed and I'm so comfortable just being with you."
"Don't sell yourself short. I think you are pretty special - and extremely good-looking. When we pick him up in the morning, Charlie will think I've found a trophy boyfriend. But, the most important part is that you have a brain and know how to use it."
We visited about a lot of things while sipping our second scotch. We were unhurried. What might happen would happen and be all the better if we didn't try to anticipate it and rush it.
Finally, about 12:45 our drinks were finished and we had eaten all the cheese and most of the crackers.
I leered at A.J. "Are you ready to go to bed?"
"Depends if its for sleep or sex?"
"Which do you want?" I laughed.
"Can I be greedy and have both?"
"If you think you're able. I don't want the responsibility of wearing a guy your age out." I then gave him a pinch on his right nipple and kissed his nose. We both laughed. He followed me to the kitchen and as soon as each of us had set down the glasses and dishes we were carrying, he rubbed my back on his hairy chest, nuzzled my ears, then turned me around and swabbed my tonsils. I did the same to him.
He looked down and our two hard dicks and said, "Two little guys aren't worn out."
We both turned out the lights that we on and headed to the bedroom. This time the sex was slower and even more sensuous. I had never experienced anything like it and I hoped that A.J. thought so, too.
Since we were to have breakfast at 7:30 and were to pick Charlie up a little after seven, I set the alarm for 6 o'clock, thinking that would give us ample time to get up and get ready for the day. I came to a little before six, as I had to pee. I hadn't had a morning woody for several years, but wrapped up in A.J.'s arms, I did for some reason. I hated to wake him, but really had to go. He opened his eyes as I moved away, trying to untangle myself.
"What time is it?" he asked.
"About a quarter before six. Sorry, but I have to pee."
"Will you come back to bed?"
"Yeah, but let me start a pot of coffee, okay?"
I decided to go to the kitchen and start the coffee, then pee. By the time I got to the bathroom, A.J. was finishing his morning piss. He'd dug out his toothbrush and toothpaste and started brushing his teeth as I pissed. It felt good to relieve myself. Then I brushed my teeth. I discovered that we used the same brand of toothpaste. We gave each other a very good morning kiss. One that curled my toes.
"Come on," A.J. said, pulling me to the bedroom. He shoved me down on the bed and landed on top of me. I was thinking about a story called "Hot Sensations" that Mathis Rogers had written, where two guys were fucking on the bed at one's parents house when a slat broke and dumped them on the floor. The door burst open and his parents saw them, one still up the other's butt.
I laughed and told A.J. that part of the story and he howled.
Well, I don't have to tell you that it happened again. We had a delicious 69 and I finally got to eat that wonderful un-cut cock that A.J. had. It was just the right size to deep throat and he didn't seem to have any problem with mine. Aware of the time we had to complete this and didn't have time to prolong it. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to perform under pressure but my dick cooperated and must have given A.J. a pretty good load. I know he gave me one.
I went to the kitchen to grab two mugs of coffee and took them to the bathroom. Since I only had a tub shower, we decided that one would shave while the other showered. This worked okay, although I would have loved to play with his body in the water. Hopefully, another time. By the time we were through shaving and showering, our mugs were empty so A.J. made the necessary trip to the kitchen to refill them.
It didn't take long to get dressed. A.J. confessed later that he would rather play around than get dressed. 'My sentiments, exactly,' I thought.
We left the complex just at 7 o'clock and it was 5 minutes to Charlie's house. He was waiting on his porch when I pulled in the driveway. A.J. got in the back seat and Charlie gave me a funny look when he got in the car, but didn't say anything. It was five minutes back to the motel. People were leaving their luggage next to the bus. I started to pop the trunk lid when A.J. whispered, "Let me leave it there for now."
He went inside to find his grandmother and get her luggage, and then brought it out to the parking lot, too. In the meantime, a couple had cornered Charlie and I since they knew we lived in Tulsa and had some questions to ask about the tour.
Charlie had lived in Tulsa most of his adult life, so knew a lot of the local history and lore associated with the town.
We went into the restaurant and his grandmother was saving a table for the four of us. As we sat down, A.J. looked at me and said, "Did you have a nice evening last night?" with a perfectly straight face.
I almost lost it. I didn't dare look at him or his grandmother - or Charlie, who was probably still wondering what was going on. He was too polite to ask and there would be plenty of time to tell him later.
We had a nice meal from the breakfast buffet and a very pleasant conversation with grandmother. She and Charlie hit it off quite well and the four of us visited like we'd known each other forever.
The bus drivers announced that we needed to board the buses as soon as possible as we had a schedule to keep. A.J. excused himself to talk to one of the bus drivers, then came back to talk to his grandmother, asking her if it was okay if he rode with Charlie and me.
"Just go on, dear, I know you gentlemen will have a good time visiting. Ill see you at the next place we stop."
Charlie took me aside to ask if I wanted him to ride the bus. I said, "Don't be silly, A.J. doesn't like the bus either, so wants to ride with us."
We got in the car and had the cassette tape queued up by the time we were ready to leave the parking lot.
Charlie cleared his throat and asked, "Is there something missing here that I don't know about?"
A.J. giggled. "I don't know, what don't you think you don't know about?"
Charlie rolled his eyes, saying, "I think maybe you guys spent the night together, is that right?"
"You're just about right," A.J. replied.
I was going to speak up, but decided that A.J. had started this whole wonderful experience the night before, so he could tell about it.
"He didn't pay any attention to me, so I seduced him. Hope that was okay with you?" he tittered.
Charlie rolled his eyes. "Lucky stiff... maybe he was lucky it got stiff - if it was," he replied.
A.J. laughed. "Oh yes, David got plenty stiff. I think he surprised himself."
"Okay, guys enough talk about my sex life - which has just come back into being," I laughed.
We joshed about the night before, without really telling Charlie much of anything. I didn't know exactly what his reaction might be to the fact that A.J. and I got together."
The map and cassette tape told us that we were to head downtown to see the Phil Tower and some of the other wonderful art-deco buildings. The original road crossed an art-deco bridge on 11th Street, then wound thru downtown and out 11th Street to the east. There were still some old motel buildings to see. All in all, you really needed a day each in Oklahoma City and Tulsa to see the complete scenario, but this was a 3-day tour stretching for 400 miles. This only gave us ideas of things we would like to explore again.
The next top was Catoosa, which is an inland seaport, although man-made. The Army Corp of Engineers was responsible for this undertaking, making the Arkansas River navigable into Oklahoma up to Muskogee, then the Verdigris River to the Port of Catoosa. Many, many tons of goods are transported by barge to this port each year.
Some of you may be aware of the collapse of a bridge over the Arkansas River on May 26th of this year. A river pilot apparently went to sleep and drove the barges he was pushing into a bridge support. Six hundred feet of 4-lane Interstate 40 collapsed into the river, killing 14 people in vehicles, which plunged 40 feet into the water. The bridge collapse caused major problems for river traffic as well as Interstate traffic, some of which had to make a long detour. The bridges were rebuilt within 9 weeks, which was a record for anything of that magnitude in the United States.
We drove past the "Blue Whale" which is being restored through the efforts of employees of the Hampton Inns of America. This fine chain is supporting the restoration of many old highway landmarks.
The old Highway 66 route is largely 4 lane-divided, but not limited access from Catoosa to Vinita. The Will Rodgers Turnpike, now designated as Interstate 44 replaced this road in 1953.
Near Verdigris are two "Twin bridges" built in 1936 and 1937. Then on through Sequoyah, Foyil, Bushyhead and Chelsea, where oil was first discovered in Oklahoma Indian Territory in 1889. Gene Autrey was a railroad employee here in his young years. We drove past 2 remaining "Sears and Roebuck homes". These were pre-fab homes sold by the chain for $1,600 in 1913. Many were sold, but few still exist. Unfortunately, they are not open to the public, but still serve as residences.
We went on through White Oak and then Vinita. This town was named after Miss Vinnie Ream, who was a sculptor that was commissioned to model the life-size statue of Lincoln in the U.S. Capitol. This was the oldest village in Oklahoma and was originally called Downingville. The name was changed when the "Katy" (Missouri, Kansas, Texas, Atlantic & Pacific Railroad) built a station here.
There were other points of interest here. The "World's largest McDonald's" - built in 1958. We made a stop at the Eastern Trails Museum, which had the nicest artifacts we had seen yet. At least they were arranged in better order. Then the buses stopped at Clantons Cafe, which is operated by 4 generations of the same family. It was 11:30. Lunch time.
We joined Grandmother for lunch, which was good ol' home cookin' - chicken fried steaks and other great country food. My chicken fried steak covered the plate and was as tender as could be. No need for a fork. It was served with mashed potatoes and cream gravy, fresh corn on the cob [probably frozen, but still good] and fresh green beans. They had a selection of at least a dozen different kinds of homemade pies. Wonderful!
Unbeknownst to me, A.J. had started working on this grandmother, telling her that he wanted to spend another night in Tulsa as I was going to take him to the Philbrook and Gilcrease Museums the next day. Then he told me what he was going to do. Okay. Grandmother would take the bus back to Oklahoma City by herself and A.J. would arrange for a friend to meet the bus and take her home. Devious little devil. I loved him!
I couldn't believe that he wanted to spend another night with me, but who was I to object? I'd be crazy to do so! Back on the bus and on to Afton, at the top end of the "Grand Lake of the Cherokees" This town was established in 1886, twenty-one years before Oklahoma statehood. It was named for the Scottish River mentioned in a Robert Burns's poem. We also think of the song, "Flow Gently, Sweet Afton". There are many antique stores and, of course, the buses made a stop here. A vintage DX filling station is being restored, also.
Back on the road. We went through Narcissa, which is the only remaining town that existed on a 9-foot roadway that ran between Miami and Afton.
Since we were going to tour the Coleman Theatre Beautiful in Miami later in the day, we went on to Commerce, which was originally called North Miami, but renamed in 1914. Mickey Mantle's home at 319 South Quincy is being restored as a museum and will soon be open to the public. Bonnie and Clyde killed Cal Campbell here. Terrible idea for a tourist attraction.
The last town before Route 66 entered southeast Kansas was Quapaw. Here, the oldest Pow-Wow in the United States is held at Beaver Spring State Park. This celebration has been going on every July 4th for 130 years. There are many zinc mines in the area and mining was the principal source of income in this area for many, many years.
Then back to Miami. The Post Office was called Jimtown and established in 1890. The Postmaster renamed the town in honor of his wife, who was a Miami Indian. The downtown area has been made into a pedestrian mall and there are a lot of interesting shops and nice stores here. We stopped at the Dobson Museum for about a half hour. Then the final stop on the tour was the Coleman Theatre, which was built in 1929. This is a rare gem of a theatre seating about 1,300 people. Something like you would find in a much larger city. The Coleman family made their money in mining and returned it to the city. The theatre is in the process of being restored and it had been a year since I was there last. A lot had been accomplished, as scaffolding had been set up to complete the painting on the ceiling. The huge chandelier has been rebuilt by a firm in Virginia and was recently rehung. It is beautiful. The theatre has a small museum of things uncovered in the renovation; play bills, theatre advertising and other memorabilia.
There is a Wurlitzer Theatre Organ here, which was removed when they thought they were going to "twin" the theatre about 1972. Common sense prevailed and the theatre was not ruined. By a stroke of luck the organ was returned to the theatre by the person who bought it. It has been completely refurbished and enlarged and sounds wonderful.
I've had some contact with the theatre over the years, so know the people in charge of tours and the restoration project. I had called them a few days before the tour and asked permission to play the organ for the tour group. They usually don't have anyone available who can (or will) play it, so play a tape, which doesn't even begin to give one an idea of the glorious sound. Not a problem. They were thrilled I was going to be on the tour.
We started with a tour of the building, which is a real gem and most of the original decor is there to be restored. What is missing can be copied from what is still in place. We got to the auditorium and I was introduced. Then I played three numbers in the rich theatre organ style of Jesse Crawford and others of the era. A medley of songs from "Gigi", arranged by Ashley Miller; Raymond Shelley's arrangement of "Autumn Leaves" and "Climb Every Mountain" from "Sound of Music". Knowing when to stop, I refused a chance for an encore.
Everyone was impressed and several asked me if I knew about the organ ahead of time. I didn't tell them that my association with the theatre went back to about 1966.
Back on the bus and dinner at Molly's Landing Restaurant in Catoosa. The bus was to discharge some passengers in Tulsa, then take everyone else back to Oklahoma City, a hundred miles down the road.
It had been a fun two-day trip for Charlie and me, with a totally unexpected ending.
A.J. and I dropped Charlie off at his home, and then went to my apartment. We were both tired and I suggested that a shower might be in order - after we fixed ourselves a scotch. He was willing.
My shower is only a tub shower with a very good spray nozzle. Although it was crowded, I got my chance to play with A.J. in the shower. He returned the treat. We got out, dried ourselves thoroughly and went to the bedroom. I offered to put clean sheets on the bed, but A.J. said, "Why bother, they are going to get soiled, too."
'Smart thinking, A.J.,' I thought.
We had a wonderful evening and since we didn't have to be anywhere the first thing in the morning, we were able to enjoy each other at our leisure. I didn't try to top A.J. but we did have a repeat of the previous nights fun. I got fucked twice.
Maybe I've found a new calling: "Daddy to a young college stud."
Oh yes, we did make it two both the Phil brook and Gilcrease Museums the next day. A.J. had to be back in Oklahoma City for a 3:30 job interview that afternoon, so I drove him home.
On the way to Oklahoma City, we discussed our plans for the next few days. You guessed it; I'm going back to Oklahoma City on Saturday morning and will spend the weekend with A.J. at his parent's house. Gosh, I hope he has plenty of clean sheets and towels. Well, I guess they are made to be washed, aren't they?
(To be continued)
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