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After the club had loaded up their bikes, and got onto the bus to take them all home, Wally sank into a half sleep/half awake state. He thought about that night in the tent. That beautiful man. Not built , but wiry - like you'd expect a cycler to be. The green eyes. The body hair: all over, but short, and bristly. The little beard, that drove him nuts when Mitch rubbed it on his neck. The memories were getting him hard on the bus. And the cock. GOD. He could have sucked that cock all night. And he had his phone number in his hands. Right there. He pulled out his cell and entered "Mitch - hot daddy," and went to sleep. He dreamed of what it would be like to be in Mitch's arms again, but in a REAL bed, with his head on that hairy chest, hearing the light snoring Mitch made when he was sleeping.
It was late when he got home. Maybe too late to call? He'd give it a try. He dialed the number and got the answering machine. "Hello. This is Mitch. I'll respond as soon as I can, so speak your peace, and remember that patience is a virtue." Wally left a message "Hey Mitch. Wally here. Just want to thank you for making a rainstorm the highlight of my bike ride, and.."
"WELL HELLO! I didn't expect that I'd ever hear from you again. WALLY! Now this is a surprise. Shouldn't you be getting some sleep, or be out dancing with young folk, or something?
Wally laughed. "No, no. It's a school night really Mitch. I have to work tomorrow, and I'll be going to bed right after this call. But I just wanted to see if I could get you again, to tell you how much I enjoyed your company." "Well, thank you. I would have done the same if you had given me your number, but you didn't.. " He paused and then added "typical absent minded young man!" Wally laughed. "Yeah, I'm an airheaded bottom." Wally laughed at that. "Wally, hold on for just a second, I want to look at my calendar. Hmmm. I'm supposed to be in your neck of the woods on Thursday to get a haircut. I can change it to Friday if that's more convenient for you, and you'll let me treat you to dinner."
"THAT was fast," Wally thought. "Uh, sure. I know I'm free on Friday. I'm free on Thursday too, if that works better.
"Well, AH HAH! Since you've called, now I have your number. So I'll give you a buzz tomorrow, after I've spoken to my "stylist" as he prefers to be called: why isn't anyone a 'barber ' anymore? "Maybe we can talk about that at dinner?" "Indeed. Well, go look at the sky tonight, Wally. That planet is still out there, and I'm going to see if if I can find out which one it is. "
Next day, at work, Wally kind of walked on air. His colleague, Jamaica, took a look and smiled. "OOOH. Either someone won the lottery or someone got laid, but someone's got that 'I got something you didn't get' look on his face." Wally reddened, but smiled. "You know how after a long dry spell, something happens and you get a reward."
"UH UH honey. I have been in a dry spell so long, my deserts are forming deserts." "Well, love, I think I got lucky on this bike ride. I 'sorta' got laid." Jamaica looked at him. "Walter, this is like being pregnant. Either you got laid or you didn't. " "Well, " "No details honey, no details, ok? Just one. You gonna see him again?" "Friday I think. Or Thursday." She gave him a look. "Now Walter: NO ONE gets laid on Thursday night. Hold out for Friday. Make sure you got clean sheets on the bed."
Wally laughed, but it got him thinking: what should he wear? When he got to his desk, there WAS already a message on his phone. "Wally, Mitch here. My barber - also known as my stylist- has changed my appointment to Friday. So, if you leave an address, I can pick you up at your office, at your home, at a secret location known only to cyclists and spies, or wherever you prefer. Shall we say 6:30? We can catch a drink and then dinner. I promise you'll be home by 11 - unless you don't wanna be."
"He IS leaving this all up to me, isn't he? Can't he be more controlling?" Wally already began to sabotage himself, but he took a deep breath: "if you let him know you want him to take charge, he will. So, what works for you, Wally? Being at home, so you can change outfits twelve times, at work, where you can pretend to be busy, someone else's house, so he doesn't know where to find you?"
He called back and in the elaborate game of telephone tag, told Mitch that 6:30 was fine, and he gave him his address.
NOW he could go back to obsessing about what to wear.
He didn't hear from Mitch until Friday, when he called to just confirm. "Oh yes, very much looking forward to it. Mitch , one question: what's the dress code for where we're going?" Mitch laughed. "Well, I think you'd feel out of place in a riding skin, but pretty much anything else goes." "Well, what are you wearing?" Mitch laughed. "I'll tell you what sweetpea. How about I text you a photo of my outfit before I head out to my appointment? Then you can decide. "This guy may be as passive aggressive as I am. DAMN," Wally thought.
He looked through his closet every night. He couldn't decide. Finally, he checked with his friend Pennina. She lived two stories down.
"Well, do you know where you're going?" "Uh, no." Hmmm. Got a picture of him? Uh, no. Hmmm. Ok, so let's decide. Forget about what he's wearing for a minute. What look are you going for? Slutty? Ice Princess? Available but hard to get? THAT'S IT! Available but hard to get."
"OK, then this is the way we do this. You give him mixed signals.
First... " She went through his closet. THESE. These fancy jeans. Are they tight? I don't know , I never wore them. TRY THEM ON . NOW. They didn't pass Pennina's inspection. "How about those black corduroys you fancy? They make your ass look nice and round. "PENNY. You've been checking out my ass?" "WELL DUH. It's a nice one, and if I can't have it, I'm still gonna enjoy it. " "Ok, ok. The black cords. What shirt. "Well, you can never be too overdressed on a first date. No tie, but...." She began looking through his stuff. "Ok, you have two options I think. First, you can go with a tight black tshirt. NOT one with a pocket - makes you look like the plumber's assistant. OR, you go with an oxford Blue or white. Make sure it's tight fitting. Half roll the sleeves - not all the way - looks too aggressive - and two buttons opened.
"This is great Pen, thanks. He's gonna send me a photo of what he's wearing before we meet , so I can decide then " "NO, you'll text the photo to me, and then I'LL decide. We're gonna get you laid if it kills me."
On Friday, Mitch sent a text, with the message. "Here I am, and here's our ride." Mitch had a motorcycle. He hadn't put on the helmet, so Walky could see his handsome face. He had on black jeans, and a white dress shirt , with two buttons opened, and a black leather jacket. Wally almost had to go to the bathroom to relieve himself.
He texted the photo to Pennina with one word. HELP!!!! She called him back. "DAMN. What does he see in YOU? I want him." "Penny please, I think we have a wardrobe emergency. She sighed. "It's not an emergency. No, you just got to go the opposite. Wear your gray flannels. Blue oxford. Keep the buttons opened like I told you. And a blazer. Don't worry. I've been on a bike like that. You're gonna love it."
"Ok, Pen Love you." "No you don't or you'd insist on a three way," and she got off the phone.
At 6:30 on the dot, Mitch pulled up in front of Wally's apartment building. He revved the motorcycle, and a beaming Wally came out, dressed exactly the way Penny had suggested.
"OH MY HEAVENS. You went from cute as a button to cute as a button and hot as hell. " Mitch got off the bike, and came over, took Wally's face in his hands, and kissed him. Then he kissed him again. "Did you miss me?" Wally smiled. "I did. I wanted to be back in that tent. "OH THAT HIDEOUS TENT , NOT AGAIN NOT EVEN FOR OLD TIMES SAKE. So, we're going to a place called Nakayama's. It's fairly new, Japanese food based on local ingredients." He paused. "I HOPE they don't foist pike sushi on us. "EWWW." was Wally's reply.
"Well, ok, here we go. Now I'm gonna say something you will probably NEVER hear me say to you again get behind me, nice and close, as if you were fucking me." Wally blushed, deeply. Mitch smiled. "Oh, GET USED TO IT BOY. I say unexpected, inappropriate things. All the time. You riding with me or not?
"YES SIR." Wally climbed onto the bike. "YES SIR," Mitch repeated. "I like how that sounded. Hold that thought."
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There was no pike sushi at the restaurant, but they both decided that while it was good, it was not a place they'd come back to.
"Speaking of coming back, Wally, it's a bit far, but I'd love it if you'd come back to my place. Or if we could go back to yours. I feel like we didn't finish something in that tent."
"Uh I didn't bring a change of clothes, but sure. I'd love to come to your place. I suspect you're better equipped, since you have a tent, than I am."
Mitch laughed. "Better equipped. Well, yes I do have a complete toy room if that's what you're asking. One collects these things over the years. But if we use any toys tonight.." He squeezed the young man's hand. "It's gonna be my God given ones. What's that old song, by the Pretenders. "Gonna use my arms..., etc, etc."
"I know that song. I love that song. Especially the part about you using your fingers. But I don't recall her mentioning a tongue." Mitch grinned. "She didn't mention rope or a gag either."
"What did I get myself into? Wally thought, and answered "EXACTLY what I wanted."
The ride back to Mitch's was about 45 minutes, and they stopped along the way. "Hey, " Mitch said as he stopped the bike. "This is the best place along the route to see that planet. It's right over there." He put his hand on Wally's shoulder, and directed him. "I looked it up. It's Mercury, rising. So things may get a little crazy in the next few days. Like, well, me falling crazy head over heels for this young man.." He turned Wally, and french kissed him this time. It took Wally by surprise, but he melted right into Mitch's arms.
"WOW. Can you do that again, or can you rev up the motorcycle? " Mitch laughed. "I'm afraid the cycle is going as fast as it can.." He smiled. "But I'm not," and he kissed Wally again, this time, deeper and longer.
It was a bit of a bumpy ride on the last part of the return to Mitch's house. Every time Wally's crotch bumped Mitch's back, he found himself getting harder. He moved his hands up to Mitch's nipples, and Mitch just purred. "Keep em right there, and I'll return the favor as soon as I can."
Mitch's house was an old one: clearly well constructed, and clearly the home of someone with money. "It's been in the family for four generations Wally. " He opened the door. "Welcome, handsome."
Wally looked around at the paintings, the fire place, the amazing kitchen. "You live here by yourself?" Mitch smiled. "Most of the time. Sometimes I have a guest, sometimes relatives stay, sometimes there's a prisoner in the dungeon, you know, the usual stuff."
"You have a DUNGEON?" Mitch laughed. "Well, no. But I have a toyroom. It's upstairs, near the bedroom . Come on. We're heading that way. "
Mitch's bedroom, like him, was decidedly masculine, but not over the top. Dark wood, warm colors, a bed that probably could have fitted four, and there, next door, the toy room: ropes, gags, hoods, dildos, all things Wally knew about but hadn't played with. He felt Mitch's hands on his shoulders, and then one slip down his shirt.
"Let's get you out of that jacket, and then let's decide what's next." "Yes sir," answered Wally, knowing full well he had absolutely nothing to say about what happened next. " Mitch began playing with his nipple, until Wally began to squirm, and squeal a little.
"Stop. No, don't stop. Keep going. Oh... Oh God. OH. You're good at this." Mitch chuckled "I know." I'm good at this too," and he dropped his little beard to Wally's neck. "You keep that there, and I may never leave this house. " "GOOD." was Mitch's reply. Then he pointed to a chair. "SIT. Get your hands behind you." Wally gulped, but said "Yes sir, " and sat as he was directed. He felt Mitch tightening some ropes around his wrists. "Now, you're gonna be a good boy tonight, and you're gonna do what you're told." He sneered a little, and rubbed his knee into Wally's crotch. "RIGHT?" "Yes sir. Anything you say. "
"So, here's what's gonna happen. You can either fight your way out of the ropes, or you can push your chest forward, so its easier for me to get those nips. " He smiled. "Or you can do both."
"I want the extra credit," Wally joked, and struggled, before he began to tire. "You win." He pushed out his nipples. The fabric of his shirt was just rough enough so Mitch playing with them through the shirt , still drove him crazy.
"OH SHIT SIR PLEASE I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT JUST... DON'T STOP." Mitch stepped behind him and whispered. "I'm gonna finish what I started. I'm gonna FUCK your pretty ass, Wally. I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
Wally didn't have a lot of data to work from on that point, and Mitch's next comment "and NO ONE will EVER fuck you the way I will," made him think: maybe Mitch would be the last person to fuck him. Could this be the man he was waiting for?"
Mitch dragged him to the bed. "No tricks Wally," and he untied him. "On your back. " Instead, Wally rolled on his belly, and curled up like a bug. Mitch laughed. "Ok... Now, you know, I could just flip you over with no trouble (Wally DID know that, and he was hoping), but... you're gonna do it yourself." Mitch began to tickle Wally's pits, and then his ribs. Wally's resistance was useless, and within five minutes he was screaming through laughs. "STAHHHP. OK, OK.. " He flipped over, and Mitch pinned him down. His shirt was opened, and Wally could see all of Mitch's bristly white hair. "GOD SIR. I wanna feel that on me."
Mitch smiled. "He began opening Wally's shirt. "Kiss me first Sir. Please. Like you did on the road but longer. Deeper." Laying there next to each other, horizontally, Mitch could in fact get in deeper. He held his tongue longer, and then moved down to Wally's nips, licking and nibbling. He ran his beard scruff along those nips too, and Wally heard himself whispering
"FUCK ME. FUCK ME PLEASE . FUCK ME SIR. "
Mitch smiled. "First time, we'll take it easy." He got the flannels off of Wally, and then his fancy underwear." He held those up in the air, and laughed. "Know what these are good for? Gags."
"OH SHIT, Wally thought," but for now, he didn't use them. Instead, he pulled up Wally's legs and began to eat him good. It was one of Wally's favorite things: the moment of pre fucking foreplay was always more fun than the fucking.
Not this time. Mitch had a condom ready, and he slipped it on. He began to slowly work his cock into Wally. Wally was tight.
"You're a virgin, Wally?" Mitch asked. "No Sir. Just not a lot of experience." "I'm taking the road less travelled." He smiled and slid in further. When he encountered some resistance, he went back to Wally's nips, squeezing and pinching. Finally, a thick cut 7.5 inches was inside Wally. Wally remembered the last time he had been fucked. It hadn't been this much fun. Mitch slid down, kissed his neck, his chin, his lips, and murmured. "OH, you're such a pretty boy. SUCH a pretty boy. Thank JESUS for thunderstorms.." Wally was feeling a thunderstorm internally. Mitch's cock felt so good, but also so strong, and so insistent....
"Wallly..." He moaned, closing his eyes. "I am about to have the biggest orgasm I ever remember having.." He yelled and Wally could feel the jizz pouring out of him. He was concerned, but Mitch got out before any spilled. He got a little bit on Wally.
"Now, let's take care of you, sweet boy. " Wally was expecting Mitch to jerk him off, or to tell him to jerk himself off, but no. He felt Mitch's tongue around his cock head. Then down along the back of his cock, like a lollipop. DAMN this man was a good cocksucker. But.. he was a top... That kind of thought went out of Wally's head, as Mitch took him into his mouth, completely. Wally felt his tongue running around his cock, and then probing his slit.
"OMG. OMG. I'M GONNA SHOOT NOW MITCH. " Mitch got his head back just in time. If Mitch were telling the truth about the size of his orgasm, so was Wally when he told friends afterward. It felt like six months of unlocked jizz came out - and maybe it did.
Mitch was laying down alongside him, smiling. "Sir... just one question. I thought you were a total top." Mitch smiled "I am. Don't let that blowjob fool you Wally boy. That's my way of welcoming you to my home."
"Does EVERYONE get that kind of welcome?" Mitch kissed him. "You're the first one in three years Wally. I'm not much of a sportsman, but I think the phrase, in fishing is "It's a keeper." He ran his finger down Wally's nose. "And you're a keeper young man. But right now, you're a messy keeper, so you're gonna go get a shower before we hit the hay. There's a second robe in there. It'll be a little big for you, but it'll work until we can move some of your stuff into here. "
Wally didn't miss that, and as he showered, he began to think about what the wedding invitations would say. The robe carried Mitch's scent on it, and when they got into bed, Wally insisted on snuggling up to Mitch's arm pit. During the night, he snuck a lick or two thinking Mitch wouldn't notice.
Mitch did. He made a mental note for their next bout of love making.