"The Bad News is I am getting Younger, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Fantasy/Sci Fi
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+++This story is a fantasy, but still, it might happen. One thing, if you are under Eighteen years of age, you are too young for this story and should not be mislead by the word "young" in the title. Come back when you are over 18 and be greatly entertained.
Jeff Gold might pass you on the street and you'd not notice him if you are young. Why? Because Jeff is a typical thirty five year old. To you he seems to elicit no interest. His partly balding head, the lines around his mouth, his slight paunch, all this is a turnoff to you hot young men.
That was true until Jeff met Bill Hardy. Bill was one of those rare nineteen years olds who find boys their age not interesting. Thank goodness that they exist. They like the lived in, experienced bodies of guys Jeff's age, and their worldliness.
It sure worked out for Jeff.
How they met is interesting. Jeff is a commercial photographer. He free lances and his jobs come from manufacturers, ad agencies and catalog houses. He is not glamorously producing artistic photos, rather pictures of produces. His small space is on the top floor of a six story building. This building is full of printing houses, graphic artists etc. The ground floor is occupied by the Mayer Gallery. Jim Mayer is a friend and drinking buddy of Jeff's. They also used to do a bit of cruising together in the old days but lately Jeff has become almost celebrate.
"That's crazy, Jeff," Jim told him. "You are attractive and many guys out there would be interested," he poked him in the ribs. "I might be, hah."
Now where does the nineteen years old Bill Hardy come in? Well, Jim is not only operates the gallery but is also a very gifted photographer and he recently created quite a splash of photos of this kid, Bill Hardy.
Bill Hardy worked for a messenger company and they had clients in the same building as Jeff Gold and Jim Mayer. Once a few months ago Bill Hardy came to pick up some photos from the Mayer gallery. Jim took one look at the kid and a great idea popped into his head
"Hey kid, how would you like to model for me?"
"No thanks. I've had that come on before."
"You don't understand. I would like to take parts of you, not your face. It's something that I'm just thinking about."
Bill smiled with his incredible teeth. "I don't strip for guys."
"I pay fifty an hour."
Mayer could see the boy's face as he considered the offer. Mendacity fought with principles. Money won.
So began the series of photographs of Bill's body parts, never his face. Bill was gratified that he didn't have to get nude but that only the part of exposed. The series grew: ear shot, one ass cheek, a bare foot, elbow, one nipple etc.
Jeff dropped in to see the photos before the planned exhibit. "What a nice ear the model has."
"You into ears?" Jim asked.
"Well not particularly but this ear is special."
Jim shrugged. "How about that nipple and half ass?"
"All good. I'd like to meet the kid."
"You can. I expect him in about ten minutes."
Jeff sat down and leafed through a camera magazine until he heard voices in the outer room. In strode Bill. He was wearing shorts and a tee shirt. He had a messenger bag over his shoulder. Now Jeff could see more that parts, and most important ht saw the kid's face. Those glistening blue eyes, the turned up nose over full wide lips.
Bill held out his hand. Jeff and Jim both noticed that the boy stared hard into Jeff's eyes as his took Jeff's hand and shook it and then held it a beat longer than necessary.
When they retrieved their hands, Jeff noticed that Bill's nostrils were flared and he could hear him breathing. What was this? Jeff was drawn to the younger man but had no illusions that this chemistry could be built on.
Bill spoke raspily, "You're top floor, huh? I picked you up once." "Yeah." Jeff said, wondering if the phrasing was accidental, but the cocky smile on the kid's face led him to believe that, miriacle of miracles, he was being cruised, or at least hit on.
The room was quiet, each guy was digesting the proport of the occurrence.
Jeff spoke and what he said was a surprise to Jim, but Bill who was likely used to men going ga ga over his dreamy looks.
"How about joining me for coffee. I have a setup in my little kitchen upstairs."
Jim's eyes widened. "I guess you won't need me."
The two others looked at him and laughed. This was all so transparent and yet exciting.
There was no elevator in this old building. Jim bounded up the stairs, not holding the bannister at top speed, on young legs. Jeff followed, a bit slower, memorizing the ass cheeks before him, exposed in the tightening of the pants as the boy took each step.
Once Bill turned and looked over his shoulder and giggled, then putting on a gruff voice he said, "You like what you see?"
"Love it," Jeff said with unaccustomed forwardness.
Jeff unlocked the door and they both entered and then Jeff stopped allowing Billy to come close to him. They were both breathing audibly and Jeff could feel the sound of blood rushing in his ears.
Billy seemingly assumed the roll of the seducer as he took Jeff's chin in his hands. "You are so cute, mister."
"Me, this old number?"
"Yeah, I'm going to have to teach you to appreciate yourself. Your frown is so appealing. It's like a little boy trying to act grownup." Then rubbing Jeffs shirt covered chest, he said, "I can't wait to get you out of your clothes."
"Hey wait kiddo, I'm almost old enough to be your father, in fact, if this was Mississippi, you could be."
Bill ignored this chit chat and leaned in and strongly placed his lips against Jeff's and hummed and pressed. Jeff sagged a little then put his arms around Bill's neck and pressed back.
When they separated Bill said, "Good fellow. Now your getting with the program. Shall we undress?"
"How about some coffee?" Jeff said to try and defuse the excitement that was overwhelming him.
"Okay, I'm drink your fucking coffee, but after that...we go to bed."
End of Part One
(Those of you who know my many stories may wonder why I wrote a whole chapter with no sex. True, but just wait.)