Copyright 2009 by John Charles
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This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between adult males. As such, it is homoerotic fiction designed for the personal enjoyment of legal, hopefully mature, adults. If you are not of legal age to read such material, if those in power and/or those whom you trust - treat it as illegal, or if it would create irresolvable moral dilemmas in your life, please leave. Finally, remember that maturity generally demands safe sex.
Weekend with Chas -- Chapter 1
Winter seemed to be giving in to the coming of spring. Though not really warm outside, the temperatures were no longer below freezing and the sun had a warmer feel. I work from home and have the freedom to plan my days around appointments and pleasure. That particular day, Friday, I was meeting a young man for coffee at a local fast food/coffee shot.
I had bumped into his profile on a popular dads and sons dating site a couple of weeks ago. I am 56 and love the idea of a younger son figure in my life. That said I don't normally go after guys younger than 40 as there really is a generation gap when they are any younger. I like music and movies, but just cannot get into the hard rock, weird movies, and slang our younger generations are into these days. Yeah, I'm sure I sound like my folks did when I was young, but it's really true!
Anyway, I bumped into his profile and took a look since his picture was quite appealing. Not the normal cock or ass shot, but an upper body shot which included his really cute face. His screen name was Chas and he could be considered a twink by many. His profile said he was 24 years old, 5 foot 6 inches tall with a 29 inch waist and weighed all of 140 pounds. His gallery shots were amazing. It seemed he was solid muscle with a well defined six pack. He had no cock shots, but a tempting lower abs shot that showed off his trimmed pubes and the hint of cock. Yeah this kid was a tease, for sure. He was looking for a strong willed daddy figure to take him to the next level.
Like I said, I rarely go for guys that young, but this guy just oozed sex appeal. He was Hot! So I book marked his profile and looked at it several times during the next several days.
I have a few good email buddies on this site so I often receive emails. When I logged on this past Monday, I had three. I also noticed that Chas had been checking out my profile a few times over the last couple of days. Though not unusual to check out someone who checked you out, his looks were more often than normal. As I opened my inbox, I noticed an email from Chas and two others from my buddies. OK, this was enticing, so I opened Chas' email first.
Wow, I was quite surprised. He was articulate and sounded as though he put considerable thought into this before he hit the send button. In essence he was telling me that he had been looking for a "Daddy" figure for a while and wanted someone who would be loving and caring, yet strong and somewhat dominating. He said he was not into submissive sex, but liked the idea of a strong man taking charge. In essence he was asking to be taken and wanted me to do it. Damn, I was hooked.
I responded by telling him that I was old enough to be his real father not just a daddy figure and couldn't understand why he wanted me or someone like me. I gave him the opportunity to back out of this gracefully.
To my surprise he responded within an hour. He said he like my profile and my pictures. He said I seemed different from the other guys in that my profile said nothing about sex, and didn't seem to be aggressive. He asked if we could meet.
OK, I thought. This is getting interesting. So I emailed him and said we could meet. I also told him that I had a rule that I always followed -- simply that I always met someone new, at a coffee shop or other neutral public place on our first meet. I said that we could meet for coffee and a chat on Friday, since I would be out for appointments and would be done by 2:30 that afternoon. I asked if he could make that time or if he had to work till later, as I could arrange to meet him later that evening.
His response was extremely simple. He said he'd be at the coffee shop I mentioned at 2:30. He gave me his cell phone and asked that I call if my appointments went longer than planned.
I responded with my cell phone and a request that he call if he could not make it, too.
I finished with my clients and drove to the coffee shop to meet Chas. I was dressed in casual business mode and thought I presented a good first image of a strong "Daddy" figure. I am very conservative in most things so this was a normal dress mode for me.
I wasn't really surprised to see Chas waiting for me when I arrived. I drove buy the entrance, caught his attention and signaled that I would park and return. He smiled and nodded his understanding. I parked and walked to the entrance. Taking Chas's hand I introduced myself as did he. Since I didn't have time for lunch I told him that I had to get a sandwich or something. He smiled and said he could always eat something more and joined me as we ordered. I paid, to which he protested, but I simply told him he'd get next time. His smile and assent was breathtaking.
We ate our lunches and chatted about things in general. I told him a bit about me, that I was divorced for quite a few years. That I had a long term relationship with a younger man for about 15 years before he decided to take a company transfer and reluctantly moved away. I also told him about my reluctance to meet up with much younger guys and explained why.
Chas, to my surprise, was a gentleman, not a kid. He was articulate, well informed, didn't use kid slang, and had a sparkle about his very existence. He also had a sadness that showed. So I cut to the chase and asked what it was all about.
He said he was in a relationship with an older guy. Yeah, like 29 is older, but to a 24 year old I guess it is. They met in college and became lover/partners. They had been living together for about four years. Chas thought the world was perfect until he come home from work and found his lover in bed with another guy. To his merit, the apartment lease was in his name so Chas just threw out his lover and the other guy. He was devastated but not stupid. That was about 6 months ago. He was now ready to take his life to new levels and wanted a strong more mature man to be the one to guide the way.
Oh my God, was all I thought. Here is a love struck kid who's been hurt and is rebounding to the extreme. I really am the fatherly type so I confronted him with my feelings about him being on the rebound. He said that he might have been rebounding four or five months ago, but not now. He further went on to say that he wanted to meet more mature guys and see if the age difference was a real advantage or not.
Again, his explanation was strong and thought out. He was good and was really getting to me. We ate in silence for a few minutes when he looked at me and just started to giggle.
"What?" I said. "Do I have mayo dripping from my chin or something?"
"No. I was just imagining the two of us becoming a couple and you trying to explain that to your kids."
I stared at him with an open mouth then started to laugh too. "I know I didn't tell you that I had kids, so are you just presuming that I do?"
"Yeah, I figured you did since you were married for a while. Am I right?"
"Well" I said, "Yes, you are right and my youngest is exactly the same age as you. So can you imagine what she might think when she finds out that we are a couple? Actually, I'm not really sure what she would think. But I know that my kids would support whatever I do. They might have some words for me, in private, but they would still support me."
He was totally shocked by my words. I guess he was expecting me to say that my kids would be upset or angered if I had a young lover. So I asked him "How does that make you feel? You know, that my kids would support us as a couple if we actually did become one?"
He sat there and thought for a minute then he said "That is totally awesome. Really! My family would probably think I was crazy if they knew I wanted to date you."
"Well, I happen to agree with your family" I said. "As I said earlier and in my emails, I am old enough to be your father, yet you still want to date me."
He was really serious at this point. Looking me straight in the eyes, he said "JC, I really want to go home with you right now. I don't want to wait till next time. Will you take me home with you?"
He had me and he knew it. So I laid down some ground rules. I told him that we would go home. That we might have sex and that we would find out if there was more to this than his need for a mature man of the moment. I also told him not to expect anything more than this meeting.
His expression changed to one of glee. He was so happy that he wanted to jump in our cars and go right now, but I wanted to finish my lunch and take it a bit slower.
We continued to chat about everything from how his parents took his coming out, to some of his dates in the past four months. We broached the topic of safe sex and he assured me that he was always safe and that he wanted to stay that way. He explained that he has been tested several times since his lover was unfaithful and all results were negative.
He did say that he liked bareback sex and that he and his lover would bareback on occasion, but not every time. The topics seems to be getting both of us excited, so I gave him basic directions to my house and told him to follow me.
I was rock hard all the way home. My mind kept telling me that I was crazy. "He's just a kid. You are a foolish old man trying to get your youth back. He is just using you. Send him away and stop this nonsense." Yeah, my mind was shouting all those things yet my heart said go for it and enjoy it.
We parked and I lead him into my home. He gawked and commented that it was beautiful. I gave him the five cent tour and showed him all the improvements that I've made over the years. Yeah, my home is quite the showcase. Everyone who sees it says it is out of a magazine.
I offered him a drink, which he declined. So I took his hand and walked him out to the private back yard and held him in my arms. It was still cold enough for jackets, but not heavy parkers, so we could feel each other through our coats. I took his head in my hands, turned it to me and kissed him. I tremendously enjoy the pleasure of kissing and he felt my enjoyment. His legs almost gave out as he sighed into my mouth.
I held him, kissed him, ran my hands through his hair, and finally got both my hands under his coat so I could feel his body. I was in awe, this time. I knew he was solid as we just sat across from each other for over an hour. I could see that he worked out, but when I got my hands on his back, all I could feel was solid muscle -- everywhere.
It was starting to get dark as we stood out there in our reverie. I wanted more of him but didn't want to rush into anything either. So I pulled him back into my family room and started to remove his clothing. He didn't know what I had planned and I didn't tell him either. I just began to slowly remove every stitch of his clothing. When he was totally naked in front of me, I turned him around and admired his fantastic body. I kept my hand on his chest as I turned him so it moved to his back and then to his chest again. He shivered from my gentle touch. I bent down and licked his nipples, then his eye lids, his nose and finally kissed his lips. He was moaning like he was in heaven.
He wanted more and started to remove my clothes. While I am in my mid fifties, I have a fairly solid body. I work out and eat right because I want my body to stay appealing and I want that sex appeal to get into the soul of whoever saw me in or out of clothing.
Chas was good. He removed my clothes in an extremely sexy manner getting me very hotter and harder than I thought possible. He was dripping and I was solid as a rock, too. I opened the closet door adjacent to the back door and took out two towels. Chas looked at me with questioning eyes, so I put my finger to his lips and said, don't ask, just trust me. He nodded.
I grabbed him by his hard-on and guided him out the door. He froze in his tracks, not wanted to go outside naked and hard. And, it was cold out there so why would I be dragging him outside, into the cold when we both were naked?
"Obviously you didn't see the hot tub when we were out there before, did you?" I asked. He shook his head no. I grabbed his arm and pulled him out the door into the cold evening air and guided him to the hot tub. In a minute I had the cover open, the underwater lights and the jets turned on. I stepped up and into the hot bubbling water taking him along for the ride.
"I've never been in a hot tub other than the one at the gym." He said.
This was going to be an interesting night.
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