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The last student left the room as I closed my books, loaded them into my briefcase and headed out to my car. On the way out, I ran into one of my colleagues, Professor Andrea Morton, of the English Department. We chatted as we walked to our vehicles. Andrea or Andie as she is known away from the University asked me to join her and some friends at a local pub after work.
I told her that I couldn’t tonight, I had to rush home, change clothes and get back to the Community Shelter. It will soon be time to serve up the evening meal. We are fortunate that we can feed around 50 meals a day, I wish we could provide a bed and shelter for that many.
I volunteer there two weekends a month and I’m on call after my classes, during the week if a staffing emergency arises at the shelter.
“Andie, you and your friends could come down and volunteer at the shelter. There is always a need for counseling or a Tutor.” I’m always recruiting for extra help at the shelter.
I’m Kent Kirkland, 37 and single again. My partner of five years left me for a young graduate student here at our school. I’m a College Professor of Biology at a Satellite campus of our State University. I should add here that I am a gay man. A partner and companion are what I desire, but circumstances have me tied to this University and the gay scene here is practically non-existent.
Occasionally I make the drive down the coast to Myrtle Beach where there are a few gay clubs and I’ve managed to meet up with some very nice people there that I truly liked even if it was for just a weekend. Most of the gay crowd at the beach are here are on vacation or here for company seminars and Corporate meetings. Not very conducive to building a relationship.
When I met Jonathan Cartwright at the Community shelter I did get a bit excited, granted it was premature but just the thought of a handsome man like him volunteering here gave me hope.
Jonathan is an Orthopedic Specialist and he is applying for a position with the University’s Athletic Department. In addition to the Therapy work, Jonathan is also an Orthopedic Surgeon. His goal is to have the therapy work for the University work and to affiliate with an established area Orthopedic Practice.
On arrival at the shelter, I went straight to the kitchen and was greeted by a stack of dirty dishes and pot and pans from the breakfast meal. Rolling up my sleeves, I started in getting things ready and loading the dishwasher. Hot, sweaty and with my hair matted to my brow, I turned to get a hand towel just as my neighbor and co-worker, Bella Borden whom (I often call Lizzie just to rattle her cage so to speak. Bella swept in with Jonathan in tow, giving him the grand tour.
“Oh…Kenny dear, this is Jonathan Cartwright, he’s an Orthopedic Specialist, just moved here from South, Georgia. He works closely with the Doctors and surgeons in Sports Medicine and specializes in injury rehabilitation. Jonathan, this is my friend and next door neighbor, Kent Collins, Kent’s gay.”
I made a mental note to strangle that woman the next time I catch her alone.
Jonathan extended his hand, I dried mine quickly on the towel and we shook hands, looking up I saw his bright green eyes for the first time. Jeez, he sure is a handsome fella. I looked at Bella and saw the daggers in her look. She’s claimed him, for the evening at least. I made sure she saw that I’m very angry with her for announcing that I’m gay to a complete stranger. One of these days I’ll snap and do her in!
They moved on from the kitchen as she continued showing him around the entire shelter while maintaining a predatory death grip on his arm. She would have torn his arm from his body if he tried to get away from her.
As they left the kitchen Jonathan looked my way and rolled his eyes which made me laugh, I quickly covered by coughing a few times. He held the door for Bella and as she started through the looked at me again and mouthed a silent “HELP!” my way. I smiled and returned to my work. I could tell he would be a good addition to our crew of volunteers here at the shelter. He has a good sense of humor and likes to help people as evidenced by his chosen field of work.
After our shift was over, Bella was still holding on to Jonathan when I approached them to see if she was going to ride home with me. Jonathan lifted (pried off is more like it) her hand off his arm explaining that he had a dinner party to go to this evening and he would see us on the weekend. Bella spoke up to say that it would be two weeks before we were back here at the shelter. Jonathan said that he hoped to see us soon then. He shook my hand then gently held her hand between two fingers and bowed slightly to her and he left.
Bella stood there with a look of disbelief on her face. She wasn’t really sure just how he had managed to get away from her so easily.
“Kenny! What just happened, is he gay too?”
“How would I know, I was only in the room with him less than 30 seconds, but I did notice that it was plenty of time for you to tell him that I am gay, you evil witch!
The next time I see him, I’ll be sure to tell him you like it doggie style and you won’t swallow.”
“KENT KIRKLAND, don’t you dare!!”
We went at each other like this frequently, It was mostly done in fun by both of us but I was pissed that she would include my sexual orientation in an introduction to a complete stranger. She didn’t have a clue as to why I took issue with her telling Jonathan that I’m gay as she introduced us.
Of course, it was her instinct to grab the first available man who came near her. She’s told me she is 29 but she looks a lot closer to 35 than to 29; she is obsessed with getting married as if that were the cure for the perfect life for her. She is the eternal optimist even with one divorce and several failed relationships behind her.
The next Thursday afternoon as I was leaving the campus after my 5:00 pm Biology Lab when I heard someone call out to me.
“Kent!”
I turned to see Jonathan Cartwright rushing toward me from the gymnasium complex, next door to the Science Laboratory building. I was surprised seeing him here on campus. He ran a few steps to catch up to me
“Good afternoon Professor, how has your day been?
“Tuesdays and Thursdays are Lab days for me, Long and tedious, but usually not too much activity, for me at least. I hope things go well for you here. Will you be working with our athletics department?”
“I haven’t received any official word as yet but I’m told my prospects are very good.”
“That’s encouraging. We’ll be happy to have you on board Jonathan.”
“Could I interest you in joining me for dinner this evening Kent? I do dislike eating alone. Plus you will probably know the best places to eat here. I certainly haven’t found them as yet.” I smiled, remembering my own first days on campus.
“After Lab sessions, I usually head to my favorite watering hole for some Gin. A wonderful balm to soothe my nerves. I will be glad to have your company. If you would you care to join me. The place has a mixed crowd of businessmen and quite a few gay men as well.
Since Arabella introduced me as a gay man I’m guessing that you do not mind that fact.”
“I did think that her introduction was odd and in very poor taste; and yes you are correct, I do not mind that you are gay in the least. In fact, I’m beginning to think that I may be very glad that you are…gay that is.”
“Well, that is a completely new approach for me. Direct and to the point. Drinks first, then dinner. I would like to change before dinner and after we’ve had our drinks. A shower and fresh clothes will make our dinner much more enjoyable. Where are you staying, Jonathan?
“I’m at the Studio 6 for the moment, if I’m selected as the Resident Orthopedic Specialist at the University, I’ll be looking for a place of my own, as near the campus as possible. Once I’m established at the University, I hope to join a partnership practice to the public…At least that’s the dream, business wise, these days.”
We pulled into the parking lot of my favorite drinking establishment, ‘Gentlemen’s Quarters.’ I parked the car and we entered the Bar area, across the entry hall from the Dining room.
The place was crowded for a Thursday afternoon, I could tell that Jonathan was a bit intimidated by the all-male clientele, and for no reason, I could think of other than his inexperience with gay men. His handsome face and trim body would certainly rank him in anyone’s list of the top five best looking men in the room (in my estimation, at least.)
All the seats at the bar were full and we were at one of those tall tables where one stands instead of having a stool or chair. With everyone constantly moving about the room, it reminded me of a Waltz where the dancers make their way around the dance floor turning and twirling their partners.
Jonathan and I anchored ourselves to our table and watched as the crowd swept by us, enabling us to remain still while checking out every handsome man there. New arrivals were swept up and taken along with the tide of men on the hunt. I knew quite a few of these men that swooshed their way past us.
I never failed to introduce Jonathan and informing all who asked that he is new to the city. There were many who were ‘brazenly on the ‘make’ stalking and staring at potential conquests. Jonathan looked around, a bit dazed, then asked.
“Kent, surely all these men can’t be gay? Some of them look like models.”
“Many male models are gay, Jonathan, but there are very few gay models that I know of in our city. I’m sure quite a few of these men are married with a boyfriend or two for an occasional deviation from the norm. Some may even be virgins to gay sex and here out of curiosity, quite like yourself.”
“OUCH!” Jonathan said, laughing.
“I didn’t mean that in an ugly way at all, Jonathan, besides it was you who told me of your particular curiosity.
“Ouch again.”
We left the Gentlemen’s Quarters and I dropped Jonathan off at his motel, telling him I would pick him up in an hour or so. When he shut the passenger door, I let the window down and told him there was no need to wear a tie, a sport Jacket with a dressy pullover would do nicely. Oh..Jonathan, give me your phone number, just in case.
After his number on an old business card, I watched him walk away, after a few steps he turned and waved goodbye and I headed off to my place. Thoughts of him ran through my head as I headed home. Could it be possible that he was interested in me? Better yet, is he gay?
Once I was in the house, I quickly turned on the shower and undressed, as I soaped my body, thoughts of a naked Jonathan had my cock standing tall. I gave in and had a full masturbation fantasy with Jonathan as it’s the star.
With my soaped up hand a blur as I jerked off, I imagined him lying on my bed, me between his legs as I fucked him. Just as I conjured the image of us kissing, I shot my load all over the shower wall.
With my legs weak, I slowly sank to the floor of the shower, laid back and as the water pounded me, my cock started to rise again. There’s no doubt about it, Jonathan Cartwright is the first man I’ve been interested in since Conner left me.
Later as I waited for Jonathan to come to the car. I felt a familiar stir in my crotch as he walked toward me. He’s wearing Khaki pants, a powder blue, open collar, Oxford button down shirt with a Navy Blazer and Cognac colored belt, watch strap and Italian slippers.
An involuntary groan of pent up desire escaped my throat as he opened the car door when he sat down in the car, Jonathan gave me a dazzling smile.
“So where are we going to eat, Kent. Tonight will be my treat, don’t even try to argue about it.”
“What’s your preference, Jonathan? Beef, Seafood or both? Gentlemen’s Quarters has fresh Maine Lobsters flown in each day and the beef arrives every other day from Kansas City.”
“Very well Jonathan, that particular Surf and Turf combination sounds delicious and I know that it must be a specialty of the house.”
“Indeed it is the House Specialty. Huge and delicious Sea Scallops with seared scallions as well as Main Lobster is flown in daily.”
The more we talked over our meal the more anxious I became. Jonathan Cartwright is very near a perfect match for me. I only wish I knew his wishes and desires for his partner.
At Gentlemen’s Quarters, the restaurant was full and we got our drinks from the bar, found seats and waited to be called for our dinner.
Jonathan seemed a bit nervous while we were waiting to be called to our dinner.
“What’s wrong Jonathan, you seen to be on edge about something. We can talk about it if you want.”
“It’s jus me, Kent. You’re hands down the nicest man I’ve met since I’ve been here. I feel an attraction to you that’s new to me and I feel uncertain and a bit on edge in you presence.”
“Jonathan, are you gay?
“Uh…Jeez, you don’t beat around the bush, do you. The answer is I think so, about the being gay part. The only contact I’ve ever had with another male was in high school. But I dream about it and I long to try it to be sure that it is what I want.
I feel uncertainty because of my lack of experience, I get tongue tied and say the wrong things. You are definitely the type of man that I’m attracted to.”
Just relax Jonathan, don’t worry about labels or what others may think. It’s your life to live. I have to add that you are exactly my type of guy as well. Now that we know we have a mutual interest in each other the hard part is over. Once we get to know each other . We should get along fine. I greatly enjoy our time together.
We can continue seeing each other and let nature take its course. When you are ready, you will know it.”
For now, we’ll have a great dinner and maybe a drive down the coast with the top down. No pressure, just enjoy the time we have together.”
At last we were called to our table for dinner and both of us were feeling like school kids, sneaking glances at the other while he wasn’t looking, after our meal, Kent headed out down Highway 17 toward Myrtle beach. I was thrilled when we were on the highway that Jonathan put a hand on my right leg and let it stay there, no movement, no touching his private parts, just enjoying being physically connected to each other.
When we reached Atlantic Berach, Kent pulled into an empty parking spot and weshed our shoes and socks and walked along the beach for a while. The only light was from Highway 17 a few blocks over. Jonathan pulled me back to him and put his arms around my neck abd gave me the most tender kiss imaginable. Everything that Kent did only seemed to magnify my attraction to him.
“Let’ go home Kent. It’s time, I want you in my bed tonight.
Somehow I managed to get us back home without a speeding ticket. I pulled into the Studio Six parking lot and Jonathan was out on the car and fumbling with his door key.
Once inside, Jonathan was a wild man. He hung around my neck and kissed me for a very long time. He did surprise me when he began groping my hard cock through my pants. When he dropped to his knees and buried his face against my hard member I knew I wouldn’t last very long.
I pulled Jonathan to his feet.
“Let me open my prize Kent. Let me undress you, your hairy chest is such a turn on.”
With his shirt on the floor behind him, Jonathan was fumbling with my belt and zipper, nearly frantic to get his hands inside my pants. Many kisses later we both lay on the bed, naked and hugged tightly to each other.
Once the hug lessened, I turned and swallowed as much of Jonathan’s ample cock as I could. To my great surprise, I felt him hold my cock and run his tongue around the corona, With an audible groan, he sighed and took almost half of my cock into his mouth.
“For a man sex virgin, you surely do know just the right spots to stimulate.”
“It’s because it is you here with me Kent. I’ve wanted you since that first day I laid eyes on you. I knew then that we would be fantastic together. Mmm, I love the feel of your cock in my mouth, our bodies pressed together. I never knew that sex could be so wonderful.”
“There’s more, Jonathan. I want to give myself to you, I want you inside me, are you willing to do that. Put your cock inside me, ride me, Jonathan, make me know there is a man inside me. Please, fuck me, Jonathan. I don’t expect you to do the same, I just want to have you inside me. Please!”
“You’ll have to tell me what to do Kent.”
“Do you have lubricant”
“Yes, condoms and lube are in the bedside table.”
“Kent raised his legs and asked Jonathan to push them against his chest. One last dollop of lube and Jonathan was at my sphincter.
Going slowly, gently pushing steadily then suddenly
Jonathan’s cock slipped almost all the way inside him.
“Yes! Kenton cried.
“Kent, you’re so hot inside. Nothing ever felt like this before.”
“That’s it Jonathan, fuck me, ride my butt, you feel so good inside me. Ohmigod! KENT! I can’t help it, I’m cumming, ARGH! KENT, KENT”
Though not quite simultaneous, Kent and Jonathan both had their orgasm withing in seconds of each other. Jonathan collapsed atop Kent who was covered in his own semen. Lying face to face, with the semen covering Kent’s torso drying the two were stuck together..
Jonathan roused and pulled Kent into a sensuous, steamy post coitus kiss.
“I never knew two men could achieve such a mind-blowing experience.. You’re a virgin no more Jonathan. Now that you’re no longer a virgin, we can do this anytime you like.”
I want to learn how to take your cock inside me Kent. I figure it will take some practice but after seeing the look on your face when we had our orgasm, I’ll want us to do more of this.”
Jonathan got a dampened washcloth and cleaned the semen from Kent hairy chest and belly. Kent turned Jonathan and spooned up against his back. Jonathan raised a leg and pulled Kent’s still hard cock between his legs. Mmm, I could get used to sleeping together like this. Jonathan Scrunch back to get his body closer to Kent’s.
“I never imagined being able to do some of the things we’ve done tonight.”
“There’s so much more we will do, Jonathan. We’ve got lots of time for you to learn, you belong here with me Jonathan. We’re good together.”
They both slipped into sleep for several hours.
Kenton woke first with Jonathan lying between his legs and making love to his cock.
“You need to teach me how to take your big cock inside me Kent. The look on your face when I entered you made me know that I wanted to feel what you felt as well.
After waking and taking long slow showers together it was easy to see that these two were meant to be together. Jonathan never missed a chance to touch Kenton in very intimate places., it was a compulsion he couldn’t or wouldn’t control.
In Jonathan’s wildest dreams he never imagined the many ways Kent would make love to him. Everything seemed to click into place for them. Jonathan was hired by the University and found a local Orthopedic practice he could join. Their time together was magical. Jonathan was a quick study learning about Man to Man sex. He learned all the tricks of the trade while being the object of Kent’s devotion and his love.
Jonathan moved from the Studio 6 motel to Kent’s bedroom. Precious little sleep was had the first few weeks they were together. As time passed, they grew together as a unit, each dependent on the other. Within six months they bought a home, added a companion named Bruno, a six-month-old Boxer, fawn colored boxer.
THE END
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