After moving to Lewisville and getting settled in with a new job and apartment, I began looking for a place where I could meet others that were into same sex relationships.
I decided to check with my old standby information source, a cab driver. I called for a cab and once he arrived and I was seated, he asked, “Where to, sir.”
“I’m new here and was wondering if there were any gay bars in town,” I replied.
As he pulled away from the apartment, he said, “Yes, sir there is. There are three that I know of. One is mainly frequented by females, and the other two are almost totally frequented by males, and I assume that you are more interested in the two that cater to males.”
“Well, you’re right on that point,” I said.
“Well, sir, may I ask how old you are?” the driver asked.
“I’m twenty-three, but why do you ask?”
“Well, one of the clubs is frequented mostly by the younger crowd, from twenty-one to the mid-thirties, although some under twenty-one get in with fake ID’s. The other is mostly guys from their early thirties and up. What’s your choice?”
Looking up on the dash, I saw his identification card stating his name was Cliff Davis. “Well, Cliff, I think I’ll start with the younger crowd,” I said.
“On our way, sir,” he said.
“Cliff, please call me Mark. When you call me sir, it makes me feel so old.”
“Got it, Mark,” he replied, then said, “May I say something that I hope won’t offend you?”
“Sure,” I replied.
“Well, Mark, I carry all kinds of people in my job and a lot of them are gay or bi. I get many questions like yours almost daily from married men in town on business, and nearly all of them are very obvious and forward in their desires, even hitting on me just moments after they get in my cab. But I must say, you are totally different. If you hadn’t asked about a gay bar, I would never have suspected. Some are so flamboyant it is repulsive.”
“Cliff, I know exactly the type your talking about, and even though I’m totally gay, I can’t stand to be around them for very long. Now with that said, I want to tell you something. I can totally see why guys hit on you. You’re good looking, well built, very personable, and outgoing, and from what I can tell, more mature that your real age, Just how old are you?”
“I just turned forty-six a month ago,” he replied.
“Well, you sure don’t look it. I would have said you were closer to my age.”
“Thanks, Mark. I appreciate your compliments. I work out and try to keep myself in shape.”
Seconds later, he pulled to the curb in front of the Exile Club. “Well, here you are, this is the younger bar,” he said.
“Thanks,” I replied, then asked, “Is there any way I can specifically ask for you when I need a cab?”
“Most definitely. Here is my card with my name and cab number. Call the number and tell them you want cab 121, and they will contact me.”
I handed him a twenty and told him to keep the change. He tried to refuse but I insisted he keep the large tip. As I started to get out, he said, “Mark, it has been a real pleasure meeting you. I would like it if we could get together sometime for a burger and a beer?”
“Cliff, your talking my language when you say a burger and a beer, and I’d like that very much. I’ll give you a call, I promise.”
I got out and went inside and cliff had been right. Most of the crowd was young, and very obnoxious and flamboyant. However, off to one side of the bar, there were several men in their late twenties and early thirties talking quietly and ignoring the others.
I worked my way over to their area and ordered a beer. There were a couple of ‘hello nods’ from some but nothing else. Moments later, one of the men came over to me and introduced himself as Toby and said I must be new since he didn’t recognize me.
I said I was and we talked a short while before he excused himself and went back to the person he was chatting with earlier. After just an hour and a half, I called the cab company and asked for cab 121 to pick me up. “I’ll be waiting outside,” I told the dispatcher.
Not quite ten minutes later, Cliff pulled to the curb, and with a smart ass smile asked, “Did you call a cab?”
“You smart ass, you know I did,” I replied as I got into the cab.
“Wrong crowd?” he asked.
With a smile, I asked, “How did you guess?”
“You weren’t there all that long. To be honest, you lasted longer than I expected.”
“Well, let’s try the other bar,” I told him.
A short while later we pulled up in front of the Hideaway Lounge. After paying him I said, “I’ll give you a call when I’m ready to go home.”
“I’ll be waiting,” he replied.
Once inside, it was totally different from the Exile Club. The music was softer, the lighting was inviting and everyone was well dressed.
I stepped up to the bar and ordered a beer. As the bartender handed it to me, he said, “I don’t remember seeing you here before. Is this your first time?”
“It is, and from what I am seeing it won’t be my last,” I replied after seeing the quiet tables they had and several male couples dancing slowly.
“My name is Charlie,” the bartender said, “and if you need anything at all, just call me over.”
“Thanks, Charlie, I’ll do it,” I replied.
I had several men come over and talk and I was turned on by a couple of them. I wasn’t really turned on by the daddy/son scenario, I just preferred the more mature man that had made the rounds and was now more settled.
I had a few dances with a couple of the men and one in particular caught my attention. His had said his name was Jim Roberts, and gave me his business card reading ‘Roberts Group, Attorneys-at-Law” with his office and cell number on it. He had said to use the cell number.
Jim had said that he was forty-five, had been married briefly when in his early twenties, and enjoyed the company of younger settled men.
After he left, I sat at the bar sipping my beer, thinking that of the two men I had met and liked, one was exactly twice my age and the other lacked one year being twice my age.
It was near midnight, and I decided to head home. I picked up my cell phone and called Cliff’s dispatcher and said, “Would you contact cab 121 and tell him Mark is ready to be picked up?”
“Does he know the location?” I was asked.
“Yes, he does,” I replied.
I slowly finished my beer, bid Charlie a good night and stepped out the door to find Cliff sitting patiently, waiting for me to exit the club.
“How was this club compared to the Exile?” he asked.
“Much more my style,” I replied. “Thanks for telling me about it.”
“My pleasure. I believe in helping my customers in any way I can.”
The beers were really taking effect, I said something I hardly ever said. Sitting back I asked, “Even cock suckers like me?”
“I don’t think of my customers like that. They just happen to be males that enjoy sex with other males.”
“Sorry, Cliff. I shouldn’t have been so crass. Will you forgive me?”
“Mark, I am a pretty good judge of character and I think what you said was just the beer talking. Forget it. I have.”
We arrived at my place and as I managed to climb out of the cab, he jumped out to catch me as I stumbled.
“Man, let me give you a hand,” he said, grabbing me and holding me up.
“Thanks,” I replied, then asked, “Would you like to join me for some coffee?”
“Sure,” I was about to call it a night anyway, so let me call in and tell them I’m going off duty. Stand here and don’t move,” he instructed.
He radioed in and helped me up the steps to the lobby, and all the way to my apartment. Once inside, I started coffee and we talked about nothing in particular and seeing him in the bright lights of my apartment, I saw how really handsome he really was, and I was reaffirmed that he damn sure didn’t look forty-six.
After the coffee, he asked if I could manage getting to bed ad I said yes, and thanked him for his genuine concern. Then as an afterthought, I asked, “Would you like to come over next Friday for a quiet evening and have those burgers and beer?”
“Sure, I’ll let dispatch know I’m taking the night off. What time?”
“How about six or so?” I asked.
“Perfect,” he replied. “See you then.”
“Well, you know where I live so if you’re in the neighborhood in the evening, stop by for coffee. I don’t want you getting sleepy while driving.”
“Thanks,” he said with a smile, “I just might.”
I wasn’t expecting him before Friday but Wednesday evening just before eight there was a knock on my door. Being that I live nude at home, I quickly grabbed a pair of sleep pants and slipped them on. Looking through the viewer, I saw Cliff standing there looking very nervous.
Opening the door, I smiled and said, “Well, look who’s here. Come on in.”
I stepped aside to let him in and as he entered he asked, “Is that offer for coffee still good?”
“For you, always. Let me get it started.”
Cliff followed me to the kitchen a d as I prepared the pot, I asked, “Rough night?”
“It’s going to be,” he said, then continued, “One of the other drivers had a group of three business men in town on business. He was scheduled to pick them up at the strip club at two.”
I interrupted and asked, “Was?”
“Yea. After dropping them off, he was hit by a drunk driver and totaled his vehicle. Dispatch called me and asked me to make the pick-up, but I usually stop running at midnight during the week.”
“Do you have another job during the day?” I asked.
“Oh, yea. During the day I work for a construction company as their accountant. This driving job is just money to add to a retirement account I have.”
I told him how I admired him for looking out for his future, as I poured him a large cup of coffee, telling him that I would pour him a big thermos to take with him. “If you run out, come back by and I’ll make you some more, and it doesn’t matter what time it is.”
He thanked me and as he sipped on his second cup he asked me what I did. I informed him that I was a software consultant for a an attorneys office.
After his third cup, he asked to use my bathroom and as he left he stopped and said, “I’ve never known anyone that was gay and never thought I would consider a gay male as a friend, but you are changing all that. You’re becoming a very close friend.”
I shook his hand and told him that I also had started looking at him as a close friend. Then as he left, I told him, “Friday night, we’re staying in so come comfortable, and if you get to where you don’t feel safe driving home, there is a spare bed in the guest room.”
With a big smile on his face he patted my shoulder and said, “See you Friday, friend.”
From what little I had been around Cliff, I knew I liked him as a friend, and knew that it would probably never go any further.
Friday arrived and Cliff was at my door at five after six, wearing flip-flops, shorts and a tank top, revealing a tattoo on each upper arm and a hairy muscular chest. He also carried a small duffle bag and when I looked at it then at him he smiled and said,” I’m here for the weekend if it’s okay with you. I called off for the whole weekend.”
“Hey, man, I couldn’t be happier,” I replied. “Want a cold one?”
Smiling, he said, “I didn’t think you were ever going to offer it.”
As I retrieved two beers from the fridge, I said, “This is the last one I get for you. From here on out, you get it yourself just as if you were home. And speaking of home, feel free to make yourself at home.”
He thanked me and casually kicked off his flip-flops and smiled.
“Mark, do you really not mind me staying the entire weekend?” he asked.
“Cliff, if I did, I would have told you. I am often too straight forward about some things,” I replied, then ask, “Exactly what made you decide on staying the entire weekend?”
“Well, to be honest, I have never felt comfortable being around a gay male, until meeting you. For some reason, I am totally at ease when around you.”
“Well, I have to admit that I consider that a compliment,” I replied.
“I’m serious, I do feel at ease around you. I guess, for some reason, I always thought I was going to be assaulted, but I never got that feeling with you. Am I making any sense or am I just rambling?”
“You are making perfect sense. Cliff, very seldom do I ever make the first move on a guy, and never on a straight man. I let the other guy make the first move. That way, if it turns out that we are not compatible, I’m not the one getting disappointed.”
Than after a moment, I asked, “Now, am I making any sense?”
“Very much so,” he replied, “and I have a question for you.”
“Ask away. With you, I have no problem being totally honest about anything.”
“When I stopped by earlier in the week, were you nude?”
With a sly smile, I answered his question, saying, “Yes, I was. When home and alone, I am nearly always nude. I just enjoy the freedom of no binding clothes.”
“I can relate to that feeling. There have been times either before or after a shower, I’ll be nude when I go to get something from another room. It is definitely a comfortable feeling. I never thought about it but when at the gym it’s common to be around other men in the nude, and I was at total ease with it.”
I could tell he was just rambling, and said, “Hey, it’s the way we were born. My routine is that when I get home, I drop whatever I am carrying and head to the bedroom and strip. I stay that was until I go out or have someone come to the door.”
He shook his head slightly, then asked, “Have you ever been nude out in public?”
“Yes I have. There is a gay nudist resort about three hours away and I have been there numerous times. It is visited by both sexes , and everyone is totally nude, and it is common to see both male and female couples kissing and making out, however sex has to be done in private, but when the male couples are making out, erections are pretty common.”
“Unbelievable,” was all he said.
We got fresh beers, then headed out to the patio to grill the burgers. Our conversation was directed more toward our hobbies and interest.
As it turned out we both loved watching sports, camping and fishing, and occasionally a night on the town.
It was after we had eaten and cleaned up afterwards that, as we sat and watched a baseball game, he said, “Mark, I’m wondering something. Would I be out of place if I asked if we could go nude, and let me see what it’s like to be with another male in a casual setting?”
I asked if he was really serious and when he said he was, I said it was fine with me. We stripped, tossing our clothes aside.
After sitting back down, Cliff started laughing. I asked what was so funny and he managed to say, “What would most people say or think if they saw us right now?”
“Frankly, I don’t give a shit, and I’d probably tell them to go fuck themselves,” I replied.
“Mark, I damn sure like the way you think. You’re starting to sound like me.”
I couldn’t help but look him over and start laughing with him. Little did he know that I was secretly having sex with him in my head. Mentally, I was licking his hairy chest, sucking his nipples and working my way down to his beautiful long cock.
I could tell it was having an effect on me physically so I began thinking about work and what I needed to do on Monday.
The conversation was pleasant and after about four beers each, we decided to get some sleep. As I started getting sheets for the spare bed, he stepped up and very shyly said, “I hate to see you go to the trouble of making up the other bed. Would you mind if I shared your bed?”
“Not at all, Cliff, but is there something I don’t know?”
“Mark, I don’t know how to say it other than I’m curious. I have been nude with you and now I want to sleep with you. Will I do anything more than that, I don’t know.”
“Cliff, you do whatever you feel like doing. This is all your ball game. I’m just a spectator.”
“In the short time I’ve known you, I know that if I should start something then suddenly decide not to do it, you won’t be upset or disappointed.”
“You are right, I wouldn’t be. If you start something then stop, who am I to judge you. Male sex is not for everyone.”
“So, you wouldn’t mind me sharing your bed?” Cliff asked.
“Not at all,” I replied, then added, “but be forewarned, I sometimes snore.”
“So do I, my friend, so do I,” he replied.
“Cliff, may I ask just what got you so curious about sex with another man?”
“Over about the last six months, carrying guys to the different clubs, I began wondering what it would be like. To find out exactly what guys did together, I rented a few gay videos and watched them, and to be honest, they had a very physical affect on me. But I have never felt comfortable discussing it with anyone before until I met you. I feel completely comfortable discussing it with you.”
“Cliff, I consider that an honor and I assure you, I will not judge what you do or do not do. Like I said earlier, it’s your ball game.”
With that, he stepped closer and gently pressed his lips to mine. Instinctively, I parted my lips slightly, and as I did, I felt his tongue trying to enter my mouth. I parted them wider and in an instant we were exchanging tongues as he had his first kiss with another male.
After several seconds, we parted and as we did, he looked into my eyes and said, “I have never had a kiss with a woman that was that intense, passionate and exciting in my entire life. That was unbelievable.”
“Even considering it was with another man?” I asked.
“Yes, even if it was with another man. However, I feel sure all men don’t kiss like you do. Mark, I’m willing to kiss you anytime you want.”
“Cliff, I feel the same way. I totally enjoyed it, and just so you know, you don’t have to ask to do it in the future. If you decide you want to do it, then do it. I definitely will not object.”
“Well, from that statement, I take it you enjoy kissing,” Cliff stated.
“I certainly do, very much so,” I replied.
Then Cliff got quiet for a second before saying, “Mark, will you suck me so I can not only see how it feels but how it’s done?”
“Are you positive that you want to do this?” I asked.
“Absolutely,” he replied.
I led him to my bed and after laying his down, we kissed again, this time more passionately than before. I had been requested to so something that I had been wanting to do and was going to do more than just suck his cock.
After the kiss, I began to lick my way down to his nipples, gently sucking and caressing each one with my tongue as he moaned softly in pleasure. I then moved lower, working my tongue in his navel, before going lower and licking his cock and balls momentarily, before taking his beautiful rock hard cock in my mouth.
As I did, he gasp loudly before saying, “Mother Fuck, that feels fantastic. Do it, Mark. Make me shoot.”
Eagerly, I began to lovingly suck his cock, working it with my tongue as I did. He moaned continually, letting me know how much he was enjoying it. I was hoping he knew how much I was enjoying it.
A short while later, he said, “Mark, please don’t stop. I’m getting close to shooting. Please get me off.”
I worked with more vigor and seconds later he cried out, saying “Fuck yea, Mark, take it. I’m cooommmmning.”
His cock exploded, sending huge volleys of thick, creamy, delicious cum into my mouth. I milked him dry with my mouth before swallowing his huge load. As I pulled off his cock, through his heavy breathing, he managed to say, “Man, I have never, ever, experienced anything like that. That was the biggest climax I have ever had.”
I smiled and told him how much I had enjoyed doing it for him, and if he ever wanted it again, just ask.
“Mark, seriously, that was unbelievable. I have fucked many women, and never have I had a climax so intense as that one.”
As his breathing began to return to normal, he asked, “It was hot watching you swallow my load, but is it safe?”
“Cliff, as long as the person has no diseases, yes, it’s safe. It is primarily pure protein.”
He paused a moment before saying, “Mark, can I ask something?”
“I believe I told you earlier that you could ask me anything. What is it?”
“I must admit that I have been curious about gay sex for quite a while but never acted on it.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“I’m not sure how to start,” he began. “When taking guys to the Exile, I would hear the younger guys whispering that they thought I was hot but I was too old and probably couldn’t ‘get it up’ as they put it. I’m twice your age and want to know what you think about the age difference. Am I too old for you?”
“Cliff, that attitude is why most of the men I go with are several years older than me. I do not judge a man by his age. Age is just a number. And for your information, I find you much more desirable than most of the younger guys around my age that I have been with.”
He smiled then kissed me passionately before laying over me and sucking on my nipples. He worked his way down my body as I had done to him and moments later, I felt his hot wet tongue licking the under side of my cock then my balls.
I heard him take deep breath, then gently lift my cock. After a second or two, I felt his mouth close around it and he began sucking his first cock. I moaned softly in pleasure, and after he got used to it, it was the best ‘first blow job’ I had ever received. Before long, I warned him that I was nearing my climax, but he sucked more intensely. I soon climaxed, and as my load shot into his mouth, he gagged just slightly, then collected the entire load.
With my cum in his mouth, I could see him swirling it around then as he looked at me and smiled, he swallowed my load. Immediately, I pulled him to me and kissed him for several minutes.
After the kiss, I asked what his opinion was of sucking another male.
“I don’t know if it would be the same with another man, but I have to admit that with you, I totally enjoyed it. And while I was sucking you, I was thinking that with our age difference, you could be my son.”
“If I was, I would consider that an honor,” I replied.
We kissed again nd afterward I suggested that we get some sleep. He agreed and as we settled in, he wrapped his arm around me and held me close, my free hand resting on his chest.
Before long we were both sleeping soundly. The next morning I awoke to find myself alone in bed. My heart raced as I wondered if I had offended Cliff in some way, when I suddenly heard sounds coming from the kitchen.
Jumping out of bed, I raced to the kitchen to find Cliff pouring two cups of coffee. Seeing me, he smiled broadly and said, “Good morning, Mark. How did you sleep?”
“Like a log,” I replied. “How about you?”
“I cant remember when I slept that soundly,” he replied.
Looking at him, I said, “When I woke up and didn’t find you in bed, I was scared you left.”
“Not on your life. If I decide to leave, I’ll let you know and discuss it with you first, he said, walking over to me with my coffee. Then, before handing it to me he gave me a quick morning kiss.
After the kiss, I looked at him and said, “Now, it’s my turn to ask a question.”
“Go for it,” he replied.
“How was it sleeping nude with another man in the same bed?”
“It was a little strange when we first cuddled up and went to sleep, However, I woke up at some point during the night and felt you next to me and it felt almost natural.”
I smiled and said that I was glad that he hadn’t been turned off by it. He replied with a “No way!”
After coffee on the patio, we went in and prepared breakfast, then after cleaning up the kitchen, he stepped up to me and said, “Stand still for me.”
I stood where I was and after a kiss, Cliff dropped to the floor and once on his knees, he swallowed my cock and began sucking me. Needless to say I was totally stunned at his actions but didn’t try to stop him. If that is what he wanted to do, then so be it.
He soon brought me to a climax and after swallowing my load, he stood and smiled as he said, “I still enjoy it as much, if not more, than I did last night.”
“Cliff, are you sure about what your admitting to?” I asked.
“Mark, I know exactly what I’m admitting to, and it took someone I admire and trust, to make me realize it. Like I said, some of the younger hot males, consider older men as not able to perform. However, you look at us as equals, regardless of our age. Mark, you make me feel so much younger than my actual age. I respect you for seeing me as who I am and not how old I am. Like you said, age is just a number.”
“Cliff, you have no idea how much what you said meant to me. But there is more than just oral, and I’m sure you know what I mean if you watched the video closely.”
“Yes, I know exactly what you are referring to, and I want to try anal sex also.”
“I’ll gladly help you experience it but not this weekend. I think it best if we take things slowly. Can you spend next weekend with me also?”
“I would like nothing better, but can I come over after I drive on Friday night?”
“Of course. I don’t want to interfere with you making some money. I admire that trait in you, but for now, would you like more cuddling and making out?”
“I definitely would, and I’d love to have you suck me again. I love having your mouth on me.”
“Well, in that case, why don’t I give you a full body tongue bath?”
“A what? he asked.
“A full body tongue bath. I start with your face, licking you, and work my way down the front of your body all the way down to your toes, then flip you over and lick my way back up to your neck.”
“Mother fuck, that sounds awesome. Let’s get started,” he said.
I lay him in bed and after laying next to him I began giving him the tongue bath. As I worked my way down from his face to his chest, he moaned softly. I went down to his feet and after licking them, I had him turn over and began working my way back up his body.
I reached his ass cheeks, and realized that we hadn’t discussed rimming and wondered if he remembered it from the movie he watched.
I got top his ass, and gently spread his cheeks and as my tongue passed over his hole, he moaned softly and said, “Oh yea.”
I took that as a sign of approval, and gave him a full rimming., making him moan loudly.
After returning to his neck, we kissed again and he said that he had never experienced anything so exciting. I confessed to him that I had totally enjoyed it also and he asked if he could do it to me. I agreed and he licked me as I had him and he was awesome.
When he reached my hole, I wondered if he would go all the way and to my surprise, he did and did it extremely well.
For the rest of the weekend, we had numerous oral encounters and lots of hugging and kissing, with him admitting that he had totally enjoyed everything that we had done.
He left late Sunday afternoon, and I found myself already looking forward to the next weekend.
All week, all I could think about was having Cliff in my arms again, kissing his hot lips and sucking his awesome cock. He was probably the oldest man I ever had sex with, but when we were having sex, his age was completely forgotten. When in bed, he was as hot if not hotter than any younger male I had been with.
All week, I kept wondering if Friday night would ever get here, and finally it did. I had his cell number and around nine, I called him and told him, “The door will be unlocked. Don’t bother knocking, just walk on in.”
He said he was anxious to see me again and should be at my place shortly after nine, and I said I had missed him and was looking forward to seeing him again.
Around eleven, I headed into the bathroom to take a shower before Cliff arrived. I had been in for about ten minutes, letting the warm water caress my body.
As I stood there, my head back and my eyes closed, I suddenly felt muscular arms wrap around me and as I opened my eyes, Cliff pressed his nude body to mine and kissed me. Eagerly and hungrily, I returned his kiss and afterward, he said, “I took off early. I had to see you. I have never felt like this before.”
“I’m glad you took off early. I’ve missed you this week.” I told him.
We kissed again before he quickly dropped to the floor and with the warm water flowing over his head, he took my cock in his mouth and sucked me to a fantastic climax. After devouring my load, he stood and we kissed again then I dropped and sucked him dry.
After eating his load, we exited the shower and dried each other off. As before, we stayed nude and went in to get beer. As we sat on the sofa, cuddled together, he said casually, “I have a confession to make.”
Immediately, I wondered if he had engaged in sex with another man during the week. If he had, it was his business, we weren’t a couple.
“Oh?” I said.
“In anticipation of this weekend, I wanted to satisfy you, so I went to an adult video store and bought a couple of dildos and have been preparing myself to accept you without problems.”
“So you have been fucking yourself?” I asked.
“Yes, I have but I want the real thing. I want to feel you shoot in me, and the sooner the better. I’ve been looking forward to this.”
“I’ve been looking forward to it also. Come with me.”
I led him to the bedroom and once on the bed, I lubed my cock and his ass. With him on his back and his legs pulled up, I pressed the head of my cock against his hole and as I did, he said, “Go on in. Fuck me.”
I started in and in one continuous steady push, I went in balls deep. As I did, Cliff moaned softly and said, “Oh, fuck yea. I’ve dreamed abut this moment. Give me your seed.”
I began to piston in and out of the so called virgin ass, and as I did, Cliff repeatedly said how great it felt. Before long, I could tell that my climax was nearing and began to fuck him faster.
“Yea, Mark, Fuck me. Shoot that load in me. I want to feel your cock explode in me.”
Seconds later I cried out as my cock exploded, filling Cliff’s ass with my cum load and as I did, he cried out at how awesome it felt. As my climax subsided, I lay on his chest as he locked his legs around me holding me in his ass. After a long passionate kiss, he looked at me and said, “Mark, my ass is yours anytime you want it. That was fucking unbelievable.”
After another quick kiss, I said, “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I know I certainly did, but after short rest, I want you buried up my ass.”
“You got it,” he replied, adding, “but I don’t see how it can be better than getting fucked.”
“You’ll just have to find out,” I replied.
After a short rest, I lay on my back and pulled up my legs. He lubed his cock and my ass and began his entry and as he did, he said, “Man, that’s better than any cunt I have ever fucked.”
Once he was in all the way he began fucking my hole and I was in ecstasy at the pleasure he was providing and that I was his first male fuck. It didn’t take him long and soon he began breathing heavier and soon erupted in my hole, burying his cock balls deep in me and holding it there until his climax was over.
After pulling out, he collapsed next to me still breathing heavily, as I suggested that we get a shower. As we walked to the shower, he suddenly said “Holy shit! Your fucking load is running down my leg.”
“That happens at times,” I said. “Your’s is starting down mine.”
We showered between kisses, then dried off and went back into the kitchen and grabbed a beer. As we sat in the den, I asked, “What did you think of your first anal experience?”
“Mark, I loved it, and you can have my ass anytime you want it.”
“So, do you have any questions or comments?” In asked.
“All week, I realized that secretly over the years of driving my cab, I have unconsciously wanted to experience sex with a man, although I never openly admitted it to myself. But then, I met you and you were nothing like most of the gay men I have had in my cab. You were just another normal guy. Then as we started getting to know each other I wanted to spend time with you and it has been totally the best time of my life. I realize that I am gay and have been for years without admitting it. I owe you everything for helping me find who I truly am.”
“I’m glad you feel that way. I was so afraid that you would not want the gay life and blame me for exposing you to it. I just hope we can become the closest of friends.”
“That is a guarantee,” he replied.
We kissed more then headed for bed where we had a hot wild sixty-nine before going to sleep, cuddled in each others arms.
Sometime during the night, I awoke to find Cliff sucking on my cock and once it was hard, sitting on it and riding me. Immediately, I grasp his waist and began to pump up into him as he did a downward thrust. Moments later, I filled his ass with my hot cum and as he pulled off. I made sure he was on his back.
Raising his legs high, I buried my face in his hole, my tongue drilling in his ass, sucking up my own cum as it drained out. I collected it all then moved up to him and he read my thoughts and pulled me to him and we shared the cum load as we kissed.
We had sex off and on all day Saturday and Sunday until he had to leave.
As he walked to the door, I kissed him and said how much I treasured his friendship. In turn, he thanked me for helping him find his true self.
“Cliff, my door is always open to you. You never need an invitation.”
He thanked me and left and when he did, I felt a big empty spot in my soul. Immediately, I missed him.
Whenever I needed a cab, I called for cliff, and he visited some on occasional weekends.
Then, after a couple of months, he came over on a Saturday afternoon to visit. When I asked how things were going, he said, “They have been better.”
I asked what he meant and he said that he had received notice that his apartment building had been sold and everyone was requested to vacate within thirty days.”
“Where are you going to go? I asked.
“I have no idea. There aren’t that many decent places around. I may have to put things in storage and stay at some cheap motel until I can find something.”
“Cliff, I refuse to let you live in some bug ridden flea bag motel. Put everything in storage except your clothes and your coming to live with me,” I said, and before he could refuse, I added, “Don’t argue. It’s all settled and I will not take no for an answer.”
Looking at me, he smiled and said, “Well, I guess the boss has spoken and it appears to be useless to argue.”
“You’re right, it is useless,” I replied. “Now call and make arrangements for your furnishings to be picked up and put in storage.”
He agreed and three days later Cliff moved in with me. While waiting, I rearranged my things and put what was not frequently used in the closet of the extra bedroom, making room for his hanging clothes in my closet. I also moved a spare cabinet into my room for his personal items.
When he arrived with his clothes, I told him that I had arranged things so that we could share the master bedroom, and that it included the closets as well as the bed. He smiled and after putting his things away, he came to me and after wrapping his arms around me said, “Mark, this is not what I expected. I could have managed but I definitely appreciate it. I hope you know that you’re special to me.”
“I feel the same way,” I said, before kissing him passionately.
We began our lives as roommates, and it was superb. We didn’t have sex daily but when one or the other wanted it, the other never refused.
One weekend he took off and we decided to go to the Exile and see what was going on. We entered and as we did, he casually reached over and took my hand in his. This was his first time being out in public as a gay man, and I could tell he was nervous.
We had been in the club for about an hour when two younger gays came up and asked, “Aren’t you a cab driver?”
“Yes, I am. Why do you ask?” Cliff replied.
“I was just wondering how a man as old as you can hook you with suck a hot young stud that him,” indicating me.
“I started seeing red at his remark and immediately replied with “Listen, you little bitch, for your information he is three times the man in bed that you could ever be, and if you ever say anything about him again, you will answer to me. Is that clear, bitch?”
The guys face turned snow white and nervously said, “Sorry if I offended either of you.”
“Personally, I think you need to apologize to my friend.”
He did then they both disappeared into the crowd. Standing just a foot or so away was a man near Cliff’s age or maybe a couple of years older. He spoke up and said, “Friend, I want to compliment you on the way you handled the situation. Even though some of us may be a few years older, doesn’t mean we can’t perform when necessary. Thanks for speaking out for the older men around.”
Then, looking at Cliff, he said, “My friend, you are one lucky man to have a partner as wise and this man. I envy you.”
He turned and resumed his conversation with a couple of other men who smiled at us and gave us a thumbs up sign. Looking at me, Cliff asked, “Did he mean what I think he meant, when he referred to us as partners?”
“Yes, I think that’s exactly what he meant, and, personally, I like that idea.”
“Don’t guys like us refer to that as lovers?” he asked.
“Yes, usually,” I replied.
Then pulling me closer to him, he said, “Mark, I couldn’t think of anyone I would rather have as a lover. I never dreamed that I would ever say this to another male, but I truly love you with all my heart.”
“Cliff, I have loved you since we met. I’m just glad that I can say it out loud now.”
The older man that had spoken to us smiled and he and the other two men congratulated us, and bought us a drink.
Then seeing the rude young punk that had confronted us earlier, Cliff took my hand and walked me over to where the guy was talking with some others, and after kissing me in front of them said, “You little punk, if you ever disrespect my husband like you did earlier, you will answer to me. Is that clear?”
Turning to one of the bouncers, who was probably in his late thirties, he asked, “Did you hear him threaten me? I want you to do something.”
“All I heard was you degrading both these gentlemen. Any more out of you and you will be banned for life. Is that clear?” the bouncer said, before turning to Cliff and I saying, “Tell Rick at the bar that Buzz said that your drinks tonight are on the house. Have a good evening.”
We had a few more drinks before calling it a night and once we returned home, Cliff took me in his arms and said, “Mark, there should be more like you. Although you could be my son, you make me feel more like I’m your younger brother. I love you so much.
We kissed passionately before he suddenly swept my up in his muscular arms and said, “I think we need to consummate this union.”
He took me to our bedroom and gently lay me on the bed and lovingly undressed me. Then once he was nude, we didn’t have sex. We made love, first with him fucking me then with me fucking him.
Cliff and I have now been together for three years and are more in love than ever, and feel much younger that we really are.
As for the punk in the bar, when the owner found out how he was degrading the older men in the bar, thanks to Buzz, he was banned for life from that club and also from the Hideaway Lounge. Do I feel sorry for him? Hell no!