Disclaimer: IF YOUR ARE LEGALLY UNDERAGE TO VIEW OR READ SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIALS - STOP NOW. THIS SHORT STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL ACTS BETWEEN CONSENTING MALES. ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS WORK OF TOTAL FICTION ARE BETWEEN THE AGES OF 21 - 28 YO.
Notice : Even though this story is written in "I" narrative, it is total fiction. Any similarity between any character in this story and any real person is purely coincidental.
`Ten Year Passion' with Epilogue by Avitar avitar_two@hotmail.com
Time Line - Late 60's
The bar seemed smaller and more crude than my last visit six years ago. During my four year stay in this city, while in college, I had found the gay scene very exciting. It was seldom I could not find a suitable sex partner on the week-ends. After college, I had moved to a much larger city and a more active gay life. In the six years there, I had three affairs, each lasting the magic number of about 18 months. Financial success and love had eluded me, I no longer believed my destiny was there. Due to some medical problems with my parents, only 45 miles away from this place, and an excellent job opportunity, I decided to move back.
As I surveyed the patrons, I began to think I had made a mistake. My memories of this place were far better than I now felt. Finally, I noticed a familiar face, Buddy, who had been somewhat of a friend.
"Jay !", Buddy exclaimed as he gave me a big hug, "You visiting?" "Not really, guess I've sort of moved back," I answered. "Oh.....You're really not going to be ready for this place....all the hot guys keep moving away....pickin's are pretty slim around here now....not like the old days." "Yeah, I kinda noticed." "Say, you're looking really great...you haven't changed hardly any...just like you were when I first met you.....what's that been now, nine...ten years?" "About ten, I think," I said.
It was then, young Mr. Adonis walked through the door. He was breath taking in beauty and body. He appeared to be about the mid five foot range with wavy medium length blond hair. Even at a distance the shape of his torso was unmistakable. That elusive V shape - broad chest tapering to an unbelievable small waist. Something more expected in a seductive cartoon than in real life. Even though he appeared to be a bit young for my taste, my eyes were riveted to him. His beauty radiated.
"Cute, isn't he," Buddy offered. "Oh....oh , yeah......bit young though....how does he get in here being under eighteen?" I asked. "I think he is actually, like, maybe 21 or 22." "Really????" "Yeah,.... but he's a little strange....." "How?" I questioned with mild interest. "He seems to prefer older people....not really old, more like our age," he answered, "Been around for the last couple years or so but never had a lover. Everyone that goes out with him seems to fall in love, he just doesn't seem to care about anything steady." "Is this the voice of experience talking?" I asked. "Nah, you know me, I like'um a little older." "What's he do?" "He's a barber....whoa, let me correct myself...he's a Men's Hair Stylist....personally, I can't imagine paying $7.50 for a haircut, even with all that shampoo and blow dry stuff." "That's the thing nowadays," I said. "Who's the guy he's with?" "That's John, he owns a music store in the shopping center on Grove Road."
I instinctively didn't like John, he had that Royal Asshole look and appeared to be in his late thirties. I had turned towards Buddy, trying to continue a conversation over the dance music. Buddy's eyes were looking past me as he started to smile. I started to turn my head as I felt the tap on my shoulder. As I turned, I was facing the beautiful guy. His smile was wide, showing his straight white teeth, his eyes danced, twinkling, his body seemed to quiver like he was about to explode.
"Your name's Jay, Isn't It???" he almost screamed. "Yessss," I questioningly answered. "I'm Wallace, You Wanna Dance????" as he reached for my arm. "Sure," as I let myself be led to the dance floor. "You Visiting?" he asked over the music. "I just moved back here." "Wow, That's Great," he exclaimed.
His dancing was sexy as hell. I couldn't help but notice the large bulge in his tight 501's. When he turned his wiggling ass to me, I was hooked, I knew I was going to be just like everyone else. I Wanted this hot number. He was by far the hottest item I had seen in years, possible in my life. My lust level went through the roof.
By the third dance, I was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable. He wasn't saying very much, except for his eyes. He was staring very hard as if trying to mentally communicate. I felt a certain cockiness emerging from him. I was trying to control my uneasiness when John appeared, grabbing Wallace by the arm. I was suddenly alone as John dragged him from the dance floor. As I made my way back to Buddy, I could see they were having a heated discussion. The bartender was telling them to take it outside.
"John has a real nasty violent temper," Buddy told me as they were exiting the door.
I immediately felt a little responsible for the situation and decided to follow. Once outside, it wasn't difficult to find them, there was plenty of yelling and shouting. As I approached, I saw the backhand strike Wallace in the face, blood instantly flowed from his nose.
"Hey !! , no call for that shit," I yelled. "Mind your own Fucking Business, Asshole," John exhorted. "I Am," as my right connected with his eye and nose. We were about the same size but the power of my swing knocked him flat on the ground. "I wouldn't advise you to get up," I added insult to injury. He didn't....he just began to spit out a long list of curse words.
"You want to go back inside and cleanup?" I asked. "Nah, would you mind taking me back to my place?" he answered. "Sure, you got a car here?" Nope, it's at home, I rode with him." "Mine's over here," as we turned to leave. It was then I noticed the crowd of people that had followed us out. Everyone was laughing. Wallace gave them a little wave as I closed the car door.
I had no tissues in the car, so Wallace had pulled up his tee shirt to block his nose bleed. As we passed under each street light I was mesmerized by the tautness and lines of his stomach. My cock had become painfully hard as it was doubled in my briefs. Finally, I had to exert great effort to relief my cramped situation. This seemed to amuse him, causing a painful laugh, "Nice show."
His small apartment was tastefully furnished, not quite as disheveled as I anticipated. He quickly removed his tee shirt, leaving me to gawk at his hairless perfect upper body. With the application of cold wet cloths, the bleeding stopped. His beautiful face marred by the redness of the slap. I was certain there would be a bruise. As he surveyed his condition in the mirror, I could see the hurt in his eyes. My hand reached out, caressing his back. He turned, placing his arms around me, burying his face on my chest.
"Will you stay with me tonight?" he whispered. "Yeah, I guess so if you promise not to rape me," I mused. "You got nothing to worry about back there," he chuckled, "No promises about the front side though." "Hey, I think your face might be a little tender for that," I suggested. "No way, I wanted to suck you as soon as I laid eyes on you...nothing can stop me now. In fact, I want to undress you right now," as he pushed me from the bath to the bedroom. He insisted I offer no help as he slowly removed my clothes. It was like a stripper doing a slow sensual show. As I stood naked, he explored every part of me with adoring hands, worshiping hands. His attention was becoming intense, almost driven by some dark need. He had not kissed, he had not stoked my cock, he had not entered my crevice....he asked me not to move as he removed his jeans and shorts. My pulse quickened as his thick seven inches bounded upwards. His balls nestled comfortably in his ample sack. God, he was perfect. His longing blue eyes were locked with mine as he slowly sank to his knees. Slowly his gaze shifted to my throbbing erection.
"I can't believe this is really happening," he lightly breathed as his soft lips parted. The warm moistness engulfed my manhood in a smooth steady move. His whole body began to tremble as he backed away and moved to wet my eight inch length. My hardness now invaded his mouth again, slowing only slightly as it slipped fully into his eager throat. He emitted a loud body sigh turned to moan as he tightened his neck. His hands had moved mine to his head, and then they moved to my hips, urging me to forcefully plunge my cock in and out. I needed no further urging, my dick was fully shafting him as he gasped and groaned in pleasure. I was so enamored my climax arrived quickly. As he felt me swell, he pulled off, grabbed my cock, furiously jacking it in front of his open mouth. I blasted the first heavy glob straight in. He lunged forward taking only my head, he suctioned hard, swallowing in huge gulps my enormous load. Tears escaped his eyes as he drained me. I felt the hot searing jolts as his juice was hand pumped in long streams, plastering it's slickness against my legs.
I pulled him to his feet, my lips sought his as I guided him towards the bed. Our mouths were locked in passion as we collapsed into the softness. Our embrace was wild and aggressive as we rolled, exploring each others bodies to the fullest. Gradually, the passion subsided, we lay arm in arm, enjoying the warmth and closeness.
"I just can't believe this is happening," he whispered. "What?" "Being in bed with you," "Why can't you believe it?" I asked. "You don't remember me, do you?" he asked as he pulled away to gaze into my eyes. "I, I guess I'm confused.......I think I would remember if we had ever met." "Bet your remember my brother," he offered. "Who?" I asked as I was becoming a little perplexed by his coyness. "Tommy Hillburn." "Tommy from high school, ..... you're his brother ! .....oh shit, your not fat little Wally, are you?" I exclaimed. "Surprised ???" he answered as his face turned to a big grin. "Holy fuck,.... now that I look closer.....you are !!!....what happened to you.... you were fat as a butterball back then.....what were you 10 or 11?" I rattled on. "I was 11 when you and Tommy graduated." "Small fucking world." "Yeah, you just don't know how small," he added, "I didn't even know you liked sex with guys....I was totally shocked when I saw you in the bar tonight." "Probably about as much as I am right now," I said. "I don't think so.....I hope this doesn't freak you out or something....bet you didn't know I had a crush on you when you were a senior, did you?" he explained. "Crush????.....No......guess I didn't." "Yeah....well I did....didn't really understand why I felt all gushy inside every time I saw you....if you even noticed, you probably thought I was watching Tommy everyday at basketball practice, but really it was you." "Nah....I think your blowing smoke." "Honest, I'm not.....here, I'll prove it," as he slid over to the bedside table. He opened the drawer, removing a magazine. From between the pages he produced a few photographs with well worn edges. As I stared at them, my mind was sent into overload. They were all of me playing basketball at high school games. I was almost speechless as I examined the photos that looked as if they had been handled a thousand times. "Where did you get these?" I questioned. "Dummy!! My dad owns the photography studio.....he took hundreds of pictures at school games." I remembered, but was still in disbelief as I realized why he had the pictures and that he apparently looked at them often.
He continued, "You've been my favorite beat-off fantasy all these years....at least a couple of times a week....I never thought I would ever see you again, much less make love with you....I just can't believe you're really here ....and I Really Did Suck You !!!!!" "I, I don't know what to say," I explained. "You don't have to say anything.....just let me touch you...let me make love to you...there are so many things I want to do....so many things I have dreamed about." he gushed.
I was dumbfounded at all that was unfolding, all I could think to say was, "What happened to your fat little body?" Boy, what a dumb thing to say, he didn't seem to mind.
"Yeah....you like it? Dad put a pool in the backyard the year after Tommy left and I started swimming a lot....my body just started changing....then I found a muscle magazine and talked dad into some weights....the more it changed, the harder I worked.....the girls really liked me but all I ever thought about was you....I wanted to be just like you."
"But I never had a body like yours," I protested. "In my imagination, you did," he beamed. "You still do all that stuff to keep it this way?" I asked. `Nah, I swim at the Y a couple days a week and I do at least 500 sit-ups and 500 pushups everyday," he explained. "Five Hundred?" "Yeah, it's easy if you do it everyday." as he moved closer, his lips parted. I moved to meet his beautiful face. Our hands renewed their exploring as our hot bodies meshed. His tongue moved to my ear, gently probing, his hot breathe bathed my neck. He barely whispered, "You wanna fuck me?..............Pleeeazzze!"
My answer was an approving moan. He broke our embrace, retrieving a jar of petroleum jelly from the drawer. His body shivered in sheer anticipation as he sensually greased my hard cock. He added another glob to his entry. His eyes searched mine, " Can we do it my way....the way I think about all the time?" I nodded, he turned and rose to all fours, dog fashion. His face and shoulders lowered, his ass spread wide, balls hanging low and heavy. His hands moved back to spread his firm cheeks even further. I quickly moved into position, pressing the head against his pucker, massaging it in small circles, probing lightly to ready him.
"Do It," he pleaded. I pushed in, feeling the head pop inside his tightness. He emitted a loud gasp as I slide further, stopping half way to savor the feeling. My hands grasped his hips, I stoked fully into his bowels.
"Oh God, it fucking hurts!" he screamed. I froze. "Want me to pull out," "No......No....just don't move yet....is it in all the way?" he rasped. "Yeah, right up to my fucking balls!" I answered. I felt his hand reach back, fondling my nuts as he pulled them forward to mesh with his. I felt him slightly push back, a low moan escaped his lips. He rocked forward a couple inches....slowly he pushed back.....forward...back.
"Fuck Me," he begged. I pulled back until only the head remained.....forward I shoved fully. "Oh yes...fuck me....fuck me....I'm yours," he hissed.
I began to steady shaft his hot tightness with smooth full stokes. He was moaning, pulling my balls in rhythm. The feeling of my hard cock plowing deep into his insides was overwhelming, I didn't last a full minute. I slammed into him fully, he ground his opening hard against my groin as the juices erupted with fury into his hungry guts. My cock was tearing him apart as he bucked for more, blast after blast invaded him. Finally drained, we collapsed, my dick still fully embedded into his soul. As I softened, I slowly withdrew as he grimaced in discomfort. I moved him to his back, lowering myself atop him. I gently kissed away his tears of pain and happiness.
"I've never had a lover, you know.....no one ever compared to my fantasy of you." he whispered. "Maybe I should hang around and see what happens," I offered. "Nah man, your too fucking old........." he laughed.................... "Shit, if you think you getting away after getting my cherry.....you gotta another think cumming........................"
Epilogue - This story was loosely based on an alleged true story as told to me by a personal friend who was also a friend of the character Jay. Wallace and Jay survived at least five years into the relationship before my friend lost contact with them. I hope they are still together with all the passion of their youth. Avitar