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Part 4
This moment in time seemed different from the typical "blow and go" pick up sex. It was obvious what made the difference. We liked each other in and out of bed. We were becoming buddies and it felt good.
This was exactly the way I felt after spending the day with Tom. It was the afterglow of a sexual connection in the bedroom that made it seem perfect.
Just the same, all things change, making a difference from day to day. Change is inevitable and nobody can argue with that.
Time passed and Tom seemed to have disappeared. He didn't call me; he didn't text and I didn't run into him anyplace. I sent him a text, (actually twice) and didn't get a reply. That is my limit. I don't pursue beyond that.
Being gay was something he struggled to avoid; but as Flip Wilson would say; "don't fight the feeling" but apparently Tom was determined to try.
I am forty four years old and ask any gay man, with common sense; you don't babysit the confused, just for a romp on the sofa. On second thought, probably some do.
Age has a lot to do with it. One can't compete at forty four like they can at twenty four. Picking-up some willing stranger doesn't bother me. It takes practice and practice is something of which, I have plenty. It's not bragging if you can do it. This brings me back to thinking about Tom.
In no time at all, I felt okay not hearing from Tom. He was hot, but so are a lot of other guys and much friendlier. Truthfully, I was getting fed up hearing, "I'm not gay," while grabbing my dick. Sometimes one has to learn who to avoid and who is worth keeping. It was obvious that I made a blunder with Tom; but I fancy who I am, and what I do is my attraction to men around my own age.
Mike was someone that I worked with at the Garden Center. We would often travel together handling small landscape jobs. Mike's Uncle Peter owned the landscape business and Mike acted as a team leader whenever we had a good size landscaping job to do. The small stuff like planting a shrub or garden cleanup, no team leader was necessary. I often got stuck doing many of those odd jobs alone, and sometimes Mike would pitch in and help. Today was one of those days.
We were planting ornamental clumps of grass along the entrance to the Valley Hills Country Club. Planting can be rough on plants in the August heat. However we water well and mulch to keep the soil cool. Mike and I are good at what we do.
It was a warm morning and it got hotter by afternoon. The Country Club was on a private road just outside town; so the no bare chest rule in public places didn't apply.
It wasn't long before Mike's shirt came off and the sweaty chest was difficult to ignore. Mike was about as plain as one could be. He was thin but strong enough to lift shrubs and move soil. He had no butt worth drooling over and no bulge in his crotch. However he was sexy in a sweet mysterious way.
My dirty mind pictured him naked and what I pictured I liked. The fact he was a sweet guy was enough to arouse my curiosity. Big is always exciting but sometimes big can be pathetic and not much fun at all. Mike looked `fine' just the way he was.
Often when I got close to Mike, who was a few years my junior, my cock would start to swell and I ended up digging or kneeling so he wouldn't notice. Kermit the frog thought it wasn't easy being green; being gay around a half-naked sweaty man is no picnic either.
I always followed the rule to not play around where I worked. I once heard a crude version of that statement, "You don't shit where you eat." That is what gay men have heard growing secure on the gay scene. I understand the comment, but the words gross me out. Who the hell would choose to use the words "eating and shit" in the same sentence?" ... très mal.
Mike knew I was gay and I swear, he would strip and flex his scrawny body just to torment me. While pretending to noticed nothing, he was driving me freakin crazy with curiosity. It is no wonder I was attracted to Tom; but, that was then, and now is now. Sometimes, I feel like I am floating down the river to hell. And sometimes I just like being dramatic.
We started back to the Garden Center after the ornamental grasses were planted and well-watered.
"Here" said Mike, tossing me the truck keys. "You drive"
"Sure"
Mike got into the truck and began taking his shorts off.
"What are you doing?" I asked
"Getting these freakin things off me. I am soaking wet and they are sticking to my ass. Don't worry, the boxers stay on. You are not going to see anything."
"I don't want to see anything, you dipstick." I replied
"Why not, you're gay" he said
"You wouldn't like my answer and since you are my buddy, let's drop it."
"You want to see my dick?" asked Mike with his hand on his underwear ready to pull them down
"Sure" I stupidly replied, slowing down for a red light.
"Well, that ain't gonna happen – how do you like that answer?" he said grinning and turning the situation into. "Got cha".
I laughed along with him. Mike and I were friends and we sparked together often but never going too far. I imagine he would be a pistol in the sack, because he was slick and bouncy. I also knew that would never happen. It was fine with me. Things were solid just the way they were. Truth be known, Mike was so not my type and the exact opposite from Tom.
"Joe, do you know what I feel like doing?" Mike asked
"Not really, you are not my type" I replied looking straight ahead.
"Not that – you jackass. I am talking about ice cream." He said
"Ice cream?"
"Yeah, let's stop and get some ice cream. Doesn't that sound good on a hot day?" he stated like it was a grand announcement.
"Sure, if you are 10 years old."
"Geezuz, it is only frigging ice cream, just stop at Dairy Queen, we have to go past it in the next block.
"Suppose so, if you put your shorts back on. I am not stopping at Dairy Queen driving a company truck, with a guy next to me sitting in his underwear. "
Mike put back on his shorts, which didn't look wet to me. I pulled into Dairy Queen and shut off the ignition.
We got in line for service, and then went back to the truck where it was air-conditioned and comfortable.
I had a double chocolate cone and Mike had cherry vanilla with sprinkles in a Styrofoam dish.
"You prefer a dish, huh?" I asked Mike "You are so fuckin delicate and cherry vanilla is an old ladies flavor."
"Yeah – yeah, whatever you say," he replied becoming annoyed. I knew it was time to stop the ribbing because `enough is enough,' even when it is play acting.
"I wanted the ice cream in a dish in order to keep my tongue from licking around a cone in circles, getting you excited" replied Mike laughing
"Good grief, you could wrap tour tongue around a watermelon and it wouldn't interest me. Who the hell wants to see you licking an ice cream cone anyway?"
"Hey, you never know" said Mike with a plastic spoon hanging between his lips.
It took about another half hour before getting back to the nursery. It was about to close and some of the employees had already left for the day
Mike jumped out of the truck and said to me -- "The ice cream was good daddy"
I replied. "Careful with the `daddy' talk. It is very gay and the way you licked the spoon – I don't know about you Mike," I said, joking of course.
Mike gave me one of those familiar smiles and said -- "Get the fuck outta here. Catch you in the morning, stressing the name `Joe'
Mike had put his shirt back on along with his shorts. He was getting cold in the truck, and I turned the AC off. The sweat stains on his clothes had pretty much disappeared by now. He was a prime example of people who matter. I keep saying that he is not my type, but I would never say no' if he said, yes' – some hookups are just not in the cards.
I work with some remarkable guys. We all kid around having a good time doing serious work. Gay, straight, black, white, we are a team, with no political correctness. We bend all the rules and laugh about it. Sometimes it is shocking what we call one another; but never in front of a customer.
I took a shower after getting home and rested on the bed naked staring into space. My body is hard with just enough tummy hair to look delicious. I must have dozed off because when I opened my eyes it was dark outside. My hand was holding my cock, (no surprise there). I was protecting the stuff that kept me popular with gay men.
I was rested and felt like going out for the evening. I dressed, went to eat at the diner and eventually wound up at "Tone's" bar talking to my friend and tavern owner, Tony. Next is what happened...
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