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THIS STORY IS A FABLE. IT INCLUDES SEXUAL ACTIVITY BETWEEN ADULT MALES. IF YOU ARE TOO YOUNG TO READ IT BY YOUR LAWS, OR ANYONE IS PROHIBITED FROM READING THIS TYPE OF STORY, STOP READING NOW.
THIS IS A FABLE. NO WISE PERSON LIVING NOW WOULD FAIL TO USE PROTECTION.
_______________________________________________________________________________ Surprise Guest
Chapter 24
For Bob, the work was much the same, though the Sheriff started to talk to Bob about training to become an investigator. His hours became more regular, and he started working mainly day shift.
Hal felt he had fallen into the proverbial "Honey Pot." The men at Swanson's were helpful, kind, and encouraging. He soon learned the queer antics of the pilots of the little helicopters used in agriculture. They had spray wings for spraying the fields and seeding the crops. Those often got bent when a pilot was not careful, or another helicopter came down wrong. They were easily replaced, and the pilot sent out with a warning to be more careful, or to watch out for dumb shits who didn't watch where they were setting down.
All in all, Hal was pleased with the job, the pay, the boss, and most of his fellow employees. There was a supply clerk, a younger man, who seemed to manage to rub Hal's body whenever he was near. At first, the man apologized. After a while, Hal took the man aside and asked, "What is all this touchy feely business with you? I don't know you well, and probably never will. I don't think I've done anything to urge you on. So, tell me, what is this business?"
Red, that is what everybody called him, said, "Gee. I didn't mean no harm, mister. I just look at you, and you're so hot, and I get to feeling hard. I heard you're gay, that you have a partner, and I thought you might like a little extra loving."
"Red, everybody likes to think they are attractive to someone, but they want to choose who they want to be with. I have a partner who's in law enforcement. I chose him. He chose me. We don't need anyone else. It's a closed relationship. We don't want to make it a threesome. If you're looking to meet other gay men, and you don't know where to start, let me ask around. Maybe there's a regular meeting, or a group that does things. Okay?" Red shook his head in agreement, and both went back to work.
Jean's farmhouse was nearing completion. The remodeling and additions would soon be ready for Jean, Ralph, Bob and Hal. Sneaking into the house one afternoon when all the workmen had gone home, Bob said, "Be very careful where you step. There are probably boards not finally put in position. Step on the wrong one, and you can could break something, hopefully not yourself."
The workmen were not done remodeling the house, but as the work neared completion, it could be seen that the house was not only much bigger than before the fire, it was now much more livable. All the things Bob had asked for were in place: the larger room for him with lots of closets, the sliding glass door to the back yard, the larger bathroom, and the utilities available at the large patio, where the potlucks could be held easily outside. Of course, with Hal in his life, the extra closet space would come in handy, giving each plenty of room for his wardrobe.
Ralph and Jean both liked the larger master bedroom suite, with its big bath, and a shower big enough for six men at the three shower heads....if they didn't mind cozying up. The bedroom was now large enough for some comfortable chairs arranged around the future TV site. The suite had a sliding glass door to the patio also.
The guest room was large enough for a couple of guests if they shared the intended queen-sized bed. The sliding glass door to the patio would make it available to guests seeking either a bathroom or a "discreet room" for sexual activities.
Jean was delighted with the kitchen, for Carlos had replaced some old cabinets with new ones with roll out shelves. No need to get on your hands and knees to find what was in the back of the bottom shelf. They all rolled out at the touch of a finger. More electrical outlets had been added, which gave the cook choices of what and where to put appliances while cooking, or where to leave them.
All four men were surprised how big the garage now seemed. With the extra space for equipment, and the three spaces for cars, it became obvious that a car port was needed. If it could not be built on, there were metal car ports that could be erected beside the garage. Jean resolved to ask Carlos about adding on a car port.
Over dinner that night, Hal recited the tale of Red, the young man with the "ambitious hands." "I told him to stop it, and he has. I told him I'd try to find some group where he could meet other young gay men. Any thoughts?"
Bob spoke up, "Unfortunately, most young men here congregate in bars, and that's not where I'd want to meet anyone. I met Roy at group meeting for young people who were using drugs. I spoke, and he wanted to talk. I couldn't then, so he found me a few days later, and we began to talk. We never went to a bar. He promised to stop using illegal drugs. I wish he had."
"Hal, Ralph and I are too old to have much contact with young people, but I'll bet Carlos does. Both he and Harold have large families in the valley. They must know somebody who's gay and wants to meet other young men. Maybe they will know where young gay men can congregate and not drink or use drugs. Let's ask. It won't hurt to ask," Jean said.
"I'm kind of tired, will you excuse us?" Hal said, and turned a big smile to Bob, took his hand and led him to their bedroom. "I need to practice some of what I've learned from the lessons you've been giving me. First, I want to do some 69. Then I want you to fuck me. And, finally, I want to fall asleep in your arms. O.K.?"
Bob took Hal in his arms, kissed him a long, long time, and said, "Hal, Love, how did I ever get so lucky as to meet you, to fall in love with you, and for us to commit to share our lives?"
"I don't know, Love, but I think we'd better get into bed before I cum all over you now," Hal spoke softly.
The two lovers moved to the bed. Both were nude, so no clothing had to be shed. Hal chose to put his head close to the foot of the bed, holding his arms out to Bob, who adopted the 69 position, head to head of bed. Each man caressed the other, running his hands along his partner's back, then along his chest, giving the nipples a bit of extra attention, finally placing his cock in his partner's mouth.
Hal's cock was leaking lots of nice precum, which Bob sucked up with obvious relish. Hal sucked Bob's cock into his mouth, circling the head with his tongue, running it under the head, then pushing into the piss slit, bringing more precum.
While Hal sucked Bob's cock, Bob first licked Hal's balls, then licked up to his ass, pausing at that wonderful space between balls and ass which was so sensitive. Then, few licks around the head of the cock, and Bob sucked it all the way down to the root. Hal's pubic hair smelled good, but everything about Hal smelled good.
Both Hal and Bob were sucking cock and enjoying it, beginning to speed up when Hal touched Bob's ass and said, "Bob, I don't want to bring you off. I want to feel you inside me."
"No problem, Love. I just enjoying making love to you any way that pleases you." They switched to their favorite position, Hal on his back with his legs over Bob's shoulders, and Bob kneeling over Hal, hands beside his fine chest, leaning down to kiss Hal.
"Love, I don't think you'll need any lube. Your cock is sending out lots of precum, and I've opened up a lot since we first fucked. So, put it in, and let me enjoy being filled by the man I love." Bob slowly entered, feeling the precum easing the entry. Taking his time, he slowly fed his cock all the way into Hal's ass, enjoying the sensation of opening him up with the head of the cock. Bob easily rubbed Hal's prostate gland with his own cock, and Hal moaned and moved, adding friction to the gland. "That's it, love, you've done it again. Now, give me all you've got." Bob began to thrust deeply and gaining speed until he was plunging in with each stroke, feeling Hal's body moving under this thrusts.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Bob said just before Hal's cock sent out several strong blasts of cum. Bob leaned down and kissed Hal while Hal's cock was still sending hard blasts of cum, which coated the chests of both men. Bob placed his chest on Hal's, still supporting his weight on his arms. "I love you, my sweet man. How lucky I am to be with you, and not just in sex, but all the time we share."
Hal said not a word as he kissed Bob, drew his body on his own, hoping Bob's cock would stay inside him, and it did for quite a while. When Bob's cock shrunk and fell out of Hal's ass, Hal said, "Love, we are coated with cum, and we'll stick together if we don't clean up shortly."
"I know you're right," Bob answered, "but I'd like to stay in your arms the rest of my life. C'mon, let's shower, then we can cuddle some more."
The shower they shared was sensuous, with gentle caresses, each man washing his partner's cock, balls and ass, especially the area around the hole. Bob's finger entered Hal's ass up to the first knuckle, and turned in an arc. Hal gave a deep sigh, grabbed Bob's cock, which was growing and hardening. He pulled it to his ass and said, "One more time, Love, let me feel you inside me, driving that big cock across my prostate."
Bob agreed and turned Hal so Bob's cock was at Hal's ass. He gently pushed it through the hole and into that dark chamber where Hal's prostate hid. As his cock slid over Hal's prostate, Hal's cock engorged. A few thrusts and Hal cried out, "Here I cum." His ass hole tightened and then it was Bob's turn to cum.
They held each other until their breathing returned to normal, washed off the cum, dried each other, then went to bed. Sleep came readily.
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