In the story that follows all the sexual parts are pure fiction and should read as such. It does not mean the author promotes or agrees with sexual relationships between men and teenage boys. Please understand that this story is pure fiction/fantasy, don't try to make it anything else.
If you are not of a legal age where you live to read stories of this nature or are offended by homosexual behavior, then please do not read any further. If you do then it is not the responsibility of the writer or the posting authority of any consequences that arise.
I would like to give a special thank you to my friends Eric and Sean. You guys are the greatest. I owe you guys. Hugz
Straight Lover
by
Jim Carter jc_theDad@hotmail.com
Have you ever had a crush that you just couldn't let pass? Have you ever lay awake at night scheming and dreaming of ways to get that special someone in your bed? Has that special someone been straight and you couldn't help but pursue him? If all that doesn't make the difficult enough, add a generation difference in ages. Welcome to my world.
Now I have never been one to sit and lust over anyone. I have always been a doer. In my younger days, safe sex meant not getting caught. Not that I always practiced safe sex. Once when I was fifteen or so I was caught with a neighbor kid about the same age with each other's dicks in our mouths. When I was eighteen or nineteen I was caught in an upstairs bedroom when her husband came home unannounced. I had to throw my clothes out the window and climb down a trellis. The trellis happened to be for a climbing rose bush. You think a rose sticker hurts in a finger, trying running your cock and balls through a rose bush.
I guess by now you have gathered that I swing from both sides of the plate. I guess I do, but I seem to go in cycles as to partner preference. When I was in my teens, it was pretty much anywhere any time with either sex. In my twenties and thirties, I was almost exclusively with women. Partly because it was comfortable and easy and partly because there seemed to be so many to choose from.
I am not going to lie to you and tell you that I never thought about a good-looking man while I was chasing women, I did have a roving eye every now and then. Only rarely did I scratch that particular itch. When I hit forty, that itch needed more scratching. I don't know if my tastes changed that much, or I just let myself enjoy my suppressed desires. At any rate, I started dating men more than women.
I guess I should tell you a little about myself. I am now fifty-two, my hair is still mostly black with a little gray. If I keep my hair in a conservative cut (which I do), the gray is not very noticeable at all. My hair is still thick enough that the hairdresser has to thin it every second or third cut. I don't want to elaborate too much or I will appear vain which, of course, I would never be in my own story. I guess I am a little vein at that, I quit smoking and going to bars (at least drinking in them) about fifteen years ago when I noticed my friends getting all wrinkled and old looking.
I started to tell you that I have never been under a plastic surgeon's knife, but I have been. It's not what you think. I had a birthmark on my jaw that looked like a bruise. I got hit with a baseball and it started to grow. It had to be removed and a plastic surgeon made the cut such that the scar never shows. Only if someone has their head on my chest and looks up to my face with me looking up does it show. At any rate, I have not had a nip and tuck or any of that stuff. Most people think I am in my thirties. When airline security is at its highest, I have to carry my passport for additional identification or go though a lot of hassle. It appears that one of the key things that the ticket agents look for is identification with dates of birth that don't match the person's looks. I was flattered the first time it happened, but after another trip and it happened again, it got old real fast.
To make a long story short or a short story long, one of the other. I am trying to tell you that I don't look half-bad if I say so myself. I look fit. I don't have a six pac anymore. I guess I had too many twelve packs before I quit drinking. Anyway, I must have a little charm to go with my looks. I have always been able to smile and talk my way into almost any bedroom I wanted to. I am a tease and a flirt and always have been. I also have a gift that my first impression never fails me. I can tell immediately if I will like someone or dislike someone. There are not many that I truly dislike. A few more that I like immediately, the rest are just acquaintances. Of the people I like immediately, most are still my friends today.
I have spent a lot more time than I intended to tell you that I am not bad looking, I am a charmer when I want to be, and I am a good judge of character.
Now it is time to tell you about the object of my desires. I have found this nice restaurant in the River Market that seems to draw a good crowd of attractive young men. I like to ride the trolley from downtown to the market. It only costs a quarter and I don't have to worry about parking and at times, the crowd can be fun. A friend mentioned he once accidentally fell into someone that he wanted to flirt with. Since learning this tactic, I have used this ploy a couple of times. I firmly believe that an old dog can be taught new tricks.
Back to the story Jim. I spotted this guy on my first trip to the market. He was with a group of friends and looked bored, but I couldn't make eye contact with him. I made contact with everyone at the table, but him. I was sitting at the bar and one of the guys came over an bought me a drink. When I ordered a Virgin Mary he just smiled and asks if I was sure I didn't want something stronger. I laughed and told him that I really wanted water, but was not wanting to offend him. We chatted a while and I asked him about his friend. I know that is rude and not a very nice thing to do, but I couldn't help myself.
His name was Matt and about 25 or 26, Sammy didn't know for sure. He worked at the same brokerage firm as Sammy. Sammy told me that Matt was a waste of time, straight as an arrow. Now that Sammy was talking to me, I have managed to make a little eye contact and got a smile out of Matt. I thought to myself if all else fails, I can open an account with him and he would have to talk to me. Sammy was nice and I would have liked to get to know him better, but I was afraid that if I messed around with Sammy, Matt would be even harder to seduce.
When Sammy asked me out to dinner, I knew I had my work cut out for me. I liked Sammy and I didn't want to say anything that would prevent us from being friends or maybe even more in the future. I decided to tell him the whole truth. He offered to take me over and introduce me to his friends Matt included, he really was a nice guy.
When we got to the table, they all made room for me and were very nice. When Matt shook my hand, our shake lingered a little longer that was necessary. I found myself sitting next to Matt and we had a very enjoyable lunch. With Sammy's help, lunch the next day was even better. There were only three of them and Sammy and Mark were engrossed in something they were involved in. That left Matt and I to talk among ourselves. My charms didn't appear to be working, at least not as well as I hoped.
I finally talked him into going to the baseball game that night. We had a date. When I got back to the office I got a call from Sammy.
"I don't believe it. Man, I almost choked when Matt told me that the two of you were going to the game tonight. I don't know how you did it, but you better let me know how it turns out."
"Hey, I owe you man. I you introduced me to your friends and then you managed to drag him back down there today. You deserve a nice dinner out of this if nothing more comes of it."
"What surprised us the most was how happy he seems. We have not seen him smile much at all and he has a smile plastered all over his face. How old are you anyway?"
"I'm old enough, can we just leave it at that?" I asked with a laugh.
"Sure, no problem, but I do want lessons. I was there and I don't know how you managed to get him out of his apartment where several of us have tried everything and failed."
"Did you ask him to a ballgame?"
"Well, no."
"Have you talked to him at all? He played college ball. Going to a baseball game is something that I was sure he would enjoy. All I did was listen and find something I knew we both would enjoy and then I asked him if he wanted to go. Not much trick to that."
"I'll be damn. So if it was me you were after, where would you invite me?"
"To dinner, why did you think that I told you that you had a dinner coming. I am not sure that would be the best place to take you, but dinner and the Play at the Rep are the two things that you talked about most. I am not into the artsy stuff so I figured dinner would work."
"I really am not either, but a lot of guys that come in there are so I try to talk about it. I'll be damned. I hope you get lucky tonight. I think I may even start listening some."
"What, you hope I catch a foul ball?"
"I hope you find some balls to play with, but foul, no."
"Later guy, and thanks again."
"I'll talk to you tomorrow."
When I went to pick him up Matt was not ready. He met me at the door with wet hair and a towel around his waist. I usually wear boxers and briefs when I wear shorts so that I don't scare the kids and old ladies. Tonight I decided I better wear a strap. It's a good thing, here it was 2 minutes after I get to Matt's and I am already throwing wood.
"I am sorry I am late, my girlfriend kept me on the phone too long. I will be ready in just a minute. I'll just throw some clothes on real quick."
Now that should have caused me to wilt a little, but I was still stiff as a board.
"You don't have to on my account. I might not watch much of the game, but I would damn sure be entertained if you went in that towel. Of course, we would have to eat in the truck. The restaurant says no shirt, no shoes, no service. They don't say anything about pants."
Matt came out looking like a million bucks. Matt looked good in a suit, but in shorts it was a struggle to keep my hands to myself. Matt has light brown hair that just seems to fit his head. Although still wet and plastered to his head, I could tell it would look fantastic as soon as it dried. He had a great smile and he was smiling, now much more than he had at lunch. He has perfect white teeth and a strong jaw. He stands about 6' 3" or so. He is about four inches taller than me, but still easy kissing distance. His shoulders are broad and his chest nice and thick. He is not a body builder with muscles on muscles. Just a strong upper body that drives me nuts. Since I saw his chest in its naked glory fresh from the shower, I could tell that he was almost hairless. He had a nice tan and his legs looked good enough to eat. His pretty little bubble butt was perfect. No other term fits.
"Damn Matt, you look nice." What I wanted to say was can we blow off this game and I will be your sex slave forever.
"So do you. Do we still have time to eat or should be just pick up something at the park?"
"We can still eat and make it, it's up to you. I don't mind the ballpark food myself."
"Me either, let's eat there."
"So Matt, have you made it out to the park much this year?"
"No, my girlfriend doesn't like sports. I went twice by myself, but that isn't much fun."
"I know what you mean. I have only been five or six times myself this year. I love it, give me a call if you ever want to go and can't get anyone. I have a few friends that try to put together a trip every once in awhile and I will remember you if you're interested."
"Please do. I am new here and don't know many people." I just thought lucky me.
Along about the fourth inning, I noticed that Matt was relaxed and really enjoying himself. Our knees would brush each other at times, but nothing lasting or erotic (well, just sitting by him was erotic). Matt nudged me in the ribs and said. "Look at the ass on that girl."
"Her boyfriend has a better one."
He looked at me like I had slapped the shit out of him. "You're not a fag are you?"
"What kind of question is that. Look man, I have been an ass man all my life. The guy has a better ass. If you say he doesn't your not looking at the same couple."
Matt looked again and said. "I guess he does, but we are not supposed to think so."
"Who says, a pretty tush is a pretty tush, it doesn't matter whose legs hold it up. You have one of the best looking asses I have ever seen. Nobody can convince me differently."
Matt looked flustered, confused, and scared. About that time the pitcher struck out the batter with the bases loaded and I stood to give a cheer for the home team. Matt slowly stood up and was clapping, but was far away in his mind. It looks like I blew this one big time. Not much more was said. We just sat there and made small talk like good pitch, or we need a run here. Ball talk, almost like we were not talking at all.
During the seventh inning stretch Matt leaned in to me and whispered. "Thank you."
"Your welcome. I enjoyed the game and the company."
"Thank you for that too, but I meant for the nice ass comment. You have a nice one too."
I felt so relieved that the whole evening wasn't blown. "Thank you for being nice saying I have a nice ass, but I don't have an ass. I am just flat as a board, which is hard to take for an ass man. You gotta live with what you got. I have to count on my smile and dimples. If I got my dates with my butt, I would be one lonely dude."
Matt couldn't help but look at my ass, I assume for the first time. He laughed. "Well, you do have a nice smile." We both laughed. "I have always liked my butt. I am glad you like it." He was bright red and I know that it was not easy for him to say that. I took it as a sign I might get a goodnight kiss after all.
"Matt there is not a thing I don't like about you. Now that your away from the office and let loose a little you're a lot of fun to talk with too. Bye the way, I don't necessarily like being called a fag, but I do like guys and you in particular. I was just going to be a friend and keep my hands to myself until I got to know you better, but I don't think my old prick could take many more outings staying this hard this long."
"I have never done anything with a man before, but I am ready to leave when you are. I have been hard all night too. I won't call you a fag if you won't call me one, but I want you to teach me how to please you. I heard Sammy tell you I was straight as an arrow. I am so glad you didn't pay any attention to him. I was scared to death, but I was so excited I couldn't quit grinning. If you don't take me home and make love to me I am going to scream right here."
"Let's go, I hope I can drive I am so keyed up. I think I will call in a day off tomorrow."
"Me too."
"You know Sammy is going to be spreading rumors about both of being out tomorrow."
"I don't care. I might as well call and tell them I don't feel like getting out of bed. I think I will tell Sammy that we both owe him a dinner. Yes, I heard him talking to Mark and told him you said you owed him a dinner. Sammy is a good guy, but he likes to talk. I know he wanted to go out with you, why didn't you go out with him?"
"I was afraid that if I did, you wouldn't go out with me. At the time, I didn't know that you would or wouldn't go out, but I was sure that you would feel uncomfortable if I had gone out with Sammy."
"I was uncomfortable anyway. I have never wanted to be with a man before. I was sure I wanted more than just going to a baseball game. I called my girlfriend and broke up with her just before you picked me up."
"Wow, that is what I call making your mind up."
"Even if we didn't like each other, I knew after lunch today that I wanted something that my girl couldn't give me."
As soon as the door closed, Matt was like a wild man. I might be his first man, but he sure knows how to kiss. We were swapping spit driving each other to greater heights. Matt said. "I want this to last, but I am just too hot. I gotta get off, then we can make love."
We both were scrambling out of clothes. We got naked at about the same time. I gave Matt one kiss, and then started on his neck. "Jim I can't wait, make me cum. Hurry, please." I just went for his dick. I just barely got my lips wet and licked his head before I could see he was cumming. After about three slides on his hot cock I was rewarded with a mouth full of his hot cum. He filled my mouth several times before he was finished.
"Man, that was fantastic. I am sorry I couldn't wait. I guess I waited 24 years, that was long enough. I have never cum that much in my life." Matt moved down and took me into his mouth. He was very gentle.
"I won't break. You are doing fine, but you can't be that gentle."
Matt applied more pressure and started giving a great blowjob. It was his first, but he was a natural. We recharged quickly, both of us were ready for another round, but we just held each other and enjoyed the warmth and feel of each other.
"I may never get out of this bed."
"I know what you mean. When I first saw you, I knew I wanted you, but now it's so much more than attraction. I really do like you, you may have trouble getting rid of me."
"I'm not getting rid of you and I am not letting you get rid of me. You may have created a monster and are stuck with it."
"This train is going awful fast, but I don't want off. I think we have a lot to talk about, when we have time to talk." We were again in a passionate embrace, driving for another wild climax.
Epilogue
I started writing this as just a story, but then I decided to write a true story. The ages in the story are bogus. I am fifty-two now, but was forty-three at the time. Matt was twenty and working as a summer intern. He had just completed his freshman year. Matt and I lived together for seven years before a drunk driver (actually pot as I understand it) cut his life short.
I have spent almost two years in more or less a funk. Not that I sat around feeling sorry for myself or lonely, but it was like I didn't care much one way or the other. Two high school seniors made me see how much fun it is to be above ground. Thanks to them, I am not sitting around waiting for Prince Charming to walk up and bite me on the butt. I am out kissing frogs looking for the asshole. Eric and Sean, I owe you guys. I didn't realize until I wrote this story how much you have helped me. Hell, until I wrote this, I didn't know I needed the help that you have already given me.