Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2011 19:12:51 -0400
From: Bradley Carson <bradleyjcarson@gmail.com>
Subject: Bubba and James - Chapter 1

*DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, and no real names or real
situations are used.  If you are under 18 years old, or if it is otherwise
illegal where you are to read about masturbation and consensual gay sex
between adult males, then do not read this story.  Permission is NOT given
to repost or share this story anywhere else by any means.

*AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a "spin off" from my first story for nifty,
"Officer Jack Albertson."  Bubba Jones is somewhat physically similar to
Officer Jack Albertson, but he is five years older (Bubba is 40).
Meanwhile, James Price is somewhat physically similar to Brad Carson, but
he is six years younger (James is 27).  There are several other differences
between the two pairs of men.  Bubba and James each have their own unique
backstory and sets of experiences.  This series will explore those stories,
how the two of them are brought together, and what happens from there.  I
hope you will like it.  And don't worry, "Officer Jack Albertson" will
still be continuing here on nifty as well.  I now plan to update both
stories about once every week or two.



It had been a cool, bright day in April, 2011, when James Price had gotten
up early to start getting ready for his first day of work at the First
Merchants and Farmers Bank branch in downtown Pleasant View, Kentucky.
James was nervous about starting the new job, and hoped that it would go
well and that he would like his co-workers.

That very same April morning was when Bubba Jones' world basically fell
apart.  Bubba had left the comfortable home in nearby Smithville, which he
shared with his attractive lawyer partner of 5 years, Randy Blankenship, at
5am that morning just as he always did.  Bubba drove a Good Humor ice cream
truck, delivering their pre-packaged treats to various convenience,
grocery, and big box stores throughout the Smithville and Pleasant View
areas.

At 27, James Price was not too happy with the direction his life was going.
He was finally out to his parents and some other people.  But, James was
still very uncomfortable with being openly gay, and didn't really have much
of a clue about how to go about pursuing anything meaningful with another
man.  James had finally moved away from home and into his own apartment
about a year and a half before.  He had always been a "late bloomer" in
many ways, and establishing his independence had certainly been one of
those.  Since getting his own place in Pleasant View, a small but clean and
cozy one bedroom apartment, James had certainly gotten to explore a whole
lot more where being gay and having sex with men were concerned.

That April morning James had woke up with a raging morning wood hard on.
His six and a half inch cut cock was raising the sheet as he lay there on
his back.  James thought back to hooking up a few times recently with a
very hot deputy jailer from a nearby city, named Chris.  James threw back
the sheet and there in the gray light of the early morning began exploring
his own body with his hands, just as Chris had done.

James was what most gay men would refer to as a "bearcub."  He stood
exactly six feet tall, and weighed 220 pounds.  His long legs were thickly
covered in lush dark brown hair.  So were his round chubby tummy, and his
big broad chest.  James had a thick, natural bush of the same dark hair
above his now throbbing dick.  A light dusting of it covered his
walnut-sized balls, which were very full and loose this morning.  As hairy
as he was everywhere else, James was thankful to have a naturally smooth
back and ass.  He was clean-shaven, but wore long sideburns with his
side-parted hair.  He still had a boyishly cute and still somewhat baby
face at 27, with dark green eyes that he had gotten from his mother's side
of the family.

James was stroking his cock furiously now, as he mentally relived his last
hookup with Chris, which had taken place a couple of weeks before.  After a
long, hot session of jacking and sucking each other, Chris had been buck
naked and had bent over the arm of the old black leather recliner in James'
living room when he had said, "Just pound me hard James, I need it so
fuckin' bad man!"

James had dashed into his bedroom for a condom, and already had it on his
throbbing cock by the time he got back to the living room.  He had grabbed
a bottle of KY Warming and was now massaging it into Chris' tight hole.
Soon James was standing behind Chris, and just fucking the hell out of that
nice tight bubble butt ass as they both moaned.  This was the first time
they had fucked, although in the three previous times they had hooked up
they had progressed all the way from jacking each other off to 69ing hotly
the last time.

"Mmm! Fuck!" James grunted.  "That ass is so hot and tight buddy!"  He
quickly found that he loved pounding this beefy, muscular, dark-haired
35-year-old stud's hot bubble butt.

"OH YES!" Chris groaned, "GIVE IT TO ME HARD - UH! - JAMES!"

James did, piston-pumping Chris for all he was worth there in the
apartment's small living room.  "FUCK! FUCK! UH! AH-UH!" James yelled and
grunted.

"FUCKIN' POUND IT AND - UH! - MAKE ME CUM!" Chris had yelled.

James soon had, with Chris blowing an enormous juicy load all over the
smooth black leather of the recliner, and James filling the condom full
with his own load.  That April morning, James shot a huge load all over his
furry chest and stomach, as he lay there jacking off and remembering that
hot climax that pounding Chris' tight ass had previously brought.

As James started to shave and shower for his first day of work that morning
after his hot jack off session, he was pondering things.  True, that time
fucking Chris had been so intense, as had the three other sessions
involving stroking and sucking one another that they had shared.  And,
unlike many of the guys he had hooked up with in the last year and a half,
James had actually also had some decent conversations with Chris.  He felt
like there was a good chance for them to be friends, maybe even more.  But,
after that time fucking a couple of weeks ago, Chris would no longer return
any of James' calls or emails.  Oh well, he just couldn't understand guys
like that.  It had happened before.

Meanwhile, very early on that cool spring morning, 40-year-old Bubba Jones
had woke up when his alarm clock went off.  His partner of five years,
Randy, could probably practically sleep through an EF-5 tornado, so the
alarm clock certainly did not phase him.  Bubba stood by the bed in his
boxers for a moment, and gazed down at Randy's blonde, handsome, muscular,
sleeping 42-year-old form.  Where had things gone wrong between them?  They
were more roommates who shared a bed than anything else these days, and it
had been that way for almost a year.  Randy now seemed more interested in
his successful law practice than he did in Bubba.  It had not always been
that way, though.

Bubba's given first name was Charles, however everyone had called him
Bubba, ever since grade school.  That morning he dropped his boxers to the
floor, and padded naked across the hardwood floor in the dark bedroom,
toward the glow of the night light air freshener inside the spacious
adjoining master bath.  Bubba closed the door, flipped on the light, and
then went and peed.  Afterwards, he shaved.  He then stood looking at
himself in the big floor to ceiling mirror that was on one wall of the
opulent bathroom for a moment.

At 40, Bubba was very masculine and handsome, and yet he also still sort of
had that same somewhat round, jovial, schoolboy face, and the personality
to go with it, that had first earned him his nickname way back in grade
school.  Sure, the face was a little more weathered, and a little chubbier,
these days.  But, Bubba still had a smile that would light up a room and
pale blue eyes that danced mischievously when he was telling a joke or a
big story.  He ran a big hand up through his thick black hair, and noted
that there was just the slightest little bit of gray creeping into now.  He
would not color it though, not ever.  That was so damn tacky.  He was just
thankful that he still had a very full head of hair.

Some of the women at the little stores on Bubba's ice cream route liked to
flirt with him and tell him that he reminded them a lot of the character
Jeff Bingham on the television sitcom "Rules of Engagement."  This always
both amused and flattered Bubba.  Patrick Warburton was the very masculine
total stud hunk of an actor who played that part.  He also voiced Officer
Joe Swanson on "Family Guy." (Even now, Patrick was still best remembered
as Puddy on "Seinfeld," though.)

Bubba stood six foot-three and weighed 245 pounds, and had a very jovial
and somewhat sarcastic, and yet still just sexy and masculine as hell,
personality.  He also had dark black hair, pale blue eyes, and a very rich,
deep, resonant, and at times sort of droll voice.  So, yes, Bubba supposed
he could see why the ladies made the very flattering comparison.  He ran a
big hand across his tummy, which was not as solid as it was in his younger
days, and not as solid as Jeff Bingham's, either.  (Like a lot of people,
Bubba loved how often they managed to get Patrick out of his clothes, or at
least his shirt, on TV for that part!)

Patrick was a little older than Bubba.  But, he had also started to get
just the slightest little bit of a middle age "fit-fat" spread of his own
going on now.  Bubba knew that Warburton was still in better shape than
him, though.  Of course, if Patrick drove a fuckin' ice cream truck for a
living, he might have a little bit more of a gut now than he does too,
Bubba thought with a chuckle.

Bubba thought that his own big hairy broad chest still looked pretty damn
good though, and he gave each of his nice nipples a little tweak as he
looked at them in the mirror that morning.  He also thought, correctly,
that his big, powerful, muscular arms were pretty fuckin' nice looking.  It
was true, selling and perhaps too often eating ice cream (which was
available to the company's employees at the wholesale rate from the plant)
might give you more than just the beginnings of a beer belly.  But, lifting
a crapload of it into, and then back out of a delivery truck all day long
every day would help counterbalance that with nice arms at least, Bubba
thought with another chuckle.

As he gazed on downward in the mirror, following his dark happy trail down
to admire what was just below his black bush, Bubba also thought that he
was well hung, and again he was so right.  He had a big floppy "show-er"
dick that was about four and a half inches long even when completely soft,
and a nice big low hanging set of egg-sized balls below that.  Those who
had seen the great film THE CIVILIZATION OF MAXWELL BRIGHT knew that this
was something else Bubba had in common with the handsome actor to whom the
ladies so frequently compared him.  Or at least they would have, had they
also been lucky enough to see Bubba naked.

Other than Patrick Warburton, there was at least one other celebrity who
Bubba had been told he kind of looked a little bit like.  An older lady who
run one little general store on his route, and had done so for decades,
often said that Bubba reminded her of that one guy - oh what was his name -
he had played a Good Humor Man in a very funny old movie by that same name,
back many years ago.  Bubba had made a mental note to try and rent that
sometime if he could find it.  The same guy had also played the mean agent
in that one big movie with Judy Garland and James Mason, the old lady had
said.  Oh yes - and, that same guy had also played Paul Newman's brother in
CAT ON A HOT TIN ROOF, she had told Bubba.

Jack Carson - that was it - Bubba finally remembered.  Personally, although
he could see why he sort of reminded the old lady of Carson a little, Bubba
thought that he much more closely resembled Patrick, and he was right about
this.  Bubba thought that one cop over in Pleasant View, Officer Albertson,
looked a lot more like Jack Carson, and again he was very right.  But,
Bubba was often also told he looked like Albertson, and he supposed that he
did, at least somewhat.

Bubba got in the shower, and was thinking again about Randy, and how hot
things had been for them until Randy had lost interest in sex.  He then
remembered the last time they had made love.  Soon, Bubba's very impressive
and very fat seven and a half by five and a half-inch cut cock was engorged
to its full throbbing hardness. He stroked it as he stood under the water
of the shower.  Bubba fantasized about how he had fucked Randy outside by a
mountain stream, when they had gone on vacation in the spring, the year
before.

"AH-UH! UH! FUCK!" Bubba soon groaned softly to himself in that sexy deep
voice of his, as he rocked back and forth on his heels, "Uh!" He grunted
again, pinching one of his wet, hard nipples with one hand, while working
his fat cock with the other.  If he were honest, Bubba had to admit that he
really did fuckin' love to jack himself off, and he always had ever since
puberty.  He pinched his nipples, played with his big, wet, fur-dusted
balls, and stroked that big gorgeous slab of man meat more. "AH-UH!" He
grunted, stroking his fat pecker harder, and leaning back against the tiled
wall of the shower as the water ran down all over his big furry body.  "Uh!
YEAH!" He groaned again.

Bubba soon moaned and groaned louder, "Ah-UH! UH! AWW, FUCK!!!" and felt
his big balls start to tighten.  He kept jacking, and loved the feeling of
impending climax.  He took himself to the edge a couple of times.  "Uh!
AH-UH! Oh, FUCK!!"  He groaned to himself again, loving the intense
self-pleasure this edging session in the shower was giving him.  But, the
hot water wouldn't last forever, and he had to get to work, so he began
fisting his big dick hard and fast.  Soon he groaned again, "Ah! FUCK
YEAH!" and grunted "Uh! UH! UH! Ah-UH! FUCK!!!" as he then milked several
big, hot, heavy, intense squirts of thick cum out of his big cock and then
watched them swirl away down the drain there in the shower.

"FUCK!" Bubba quietly said to himself as he stroked his big now-tingling
meat a couple of more times, "Mmm, that felt so fuckin' great!"  Yes, at
40, he still loved to jack off just as much as he had at 16.  But, it sure
damn well had gotten old though, having sadly been the only attention that
Bubba's big delicious-looking meat had gotten from anyone in nearly a year.

He got out, dried off, and soon was dressed in his white Good Humor
uniform, and heading off to the plant.  He loaded his truck, got in, and
started to drive away.  The ice cream plant and Bubba and Randy's house
were both in Smithville, but Bubba's route started in Pleasant View, some
thirty miles away.  Bubba had to pass back by their house every morning as
a result.  This morning, just before he got to the point on the way to
Pleasant view where he would be passing back by his house, Bubba remembered
that there were a few bills he had planned to bring with him and mail on
his lunch hour.  He wished the local utilities would get with it and go to
online billing, but most of them still had not.

It was technically against the rules, but Bubba thought, "Oh, what the
hell," and decided to stop by the house and grab the bills on his way to
Pleasant View.  Sure, he could have called later once Randy's ass was out
of bed and asked him to do it, but Bubba was afraid he would forget to do
this.  And, he knew Randy would bitch and whine about being asked to do
anything, as he always did lately.

It was still not quite good and light out when Bubba turned the Good Humor
truck into the long drive that led up onto a hill just outside of
Smithville, on Pleasant View Pike.  This was technically Randy's house, but
Bubba had shared it with him for five years.  It was an imposing 4,000
square foot contemporary place, and more than two people really needed, in
Bubba's book.  But, it overlooked the 10th hole of a golf course, and a
prominent attorney like Randy found it desirable to be right there where he
could hit the links with some of his important clients, including several
important coal company executives.

Upon pulling up near the garage, Bubba was surprised to see another car
parked there in front of it at this very early hour.  "Hmm, maybe his ass
is already up and getting ready to head somewhere with a client," Bubba
reasoned.  The car was a brand new candy apple red Caddy, the type of car
that rednecks-made-good often had.  Bubba figured this one belonged to one
of the big coal operators, and that perhaps they were picking Randy up this
early in order to get up to the Federal Courthouse in Annandale for a court
proceeding that later that morning.

The bills were lying on a table in the hall outside of Randy and Bubba's
room.  Upon nearing it, Bubba was shocked at what he heard.

"Uh-AH! HARDER! FUCK ME - UH! - HARDER, JEREMIAH!" Came Randy's heated
cries of passion from within the bedroom.

"UH! FUCK YEAH!  THAT ASS IS SO HOT!" Came another deep voice.

Bubba was even more shocked when he threw open the door to the bedroom.
There was his partner Randy naked on his back in their bed, legs in the
air, getting a royal ass fucking from an equally bare-assed Jeremiah
Gilbert, the fifty-something owner of one of the region's largest coal
companies.

Things had then gotten very ugly.  The three men had cussed and screamed at
one another, as the two who had been fucking tried to get dressed.  Randy
had the audacity to then act like Bubba had somehow done something wrong.
"What the fuck were you doing coming back home now, anyway?  Just get the
fuck out of here!  Just go on and peddle your fuckin' ice cream, fatass!"
Randy had shouted cruelly in Bubba's face.  "All of your shit will be
loaded in a storage container trailer in the driveway by the time you get
home tonight!"

Bubba had finally just angrily rumbled, "Fine, ASSHOLE!  We've been over
for months now, anyway!"  He had then stormed back out to his ice cream
truck.  He managed to put on a big fake smile and do his route until
lunchtime, filling freezer after freezer at various area stores both large
and small with all kinds of tasty frozen treats.

At lunch, Bubba mailed the bills, even though he was no longer going to be
living with Randy.  The sorry fucker couldn't try to say that Bubba hadn't
paid his share of the expenses right up to the bitter end, that way!  Bubba
then realized that he needed to drop by the bank.  Fortunately, First
Merchants and Farmers Bank, where Bubba banked in Smithville, also had a
branch there in downtown Pleasant View.  He parked the truck in the
supermarket lot next door, the next stop on his route after lunch, and then
strode into the bank.

Meanwhile, the morning had flown by for James Price.  He had met the small
staff of the bank, and was slowly trying to get the hang of being a teller.
Doing it for real was not at all the same as just going through the two
weeks of training in the company's stupid "mock bank."  Still, James was
quite confident of his skills.  He had, after all, worked in retail for
more prior years than he cared to remember; so handling cash was certainly
nothing new to him.

James looked up, smiled, and recited the stupid canned greeting which the
bank required tellers to use.  Did they not realize that customers saw
right through that bullshit, and would have much preferred a genuine and
simple "Good morning"?  Oh well.  James loved the sight he saw coming
through the doors now, though.

The guy was clearly several years older than James.  But, he was really
handsome, and James hornily thought that he looked like a slightly younger
and slightly chubbier version of Patrick Warburton, dressed in an
old-fashioned looking white ice cream man's uniform.  James' cock twitched
in his dress pants, and he reached up and nervously adjusted his necktie.
The hunky ice cream man was headed straight for his teller window, smiling.
"I know he's probably straight, but FUCK he's hot!" James thought.

"Mmm," Bubba was thinking, "a sexy young guy like that could damn well get
my mind off my troubles," as he looked at the tall, chubby, green eyed,
baby faced guy behind the bank's counter.  "He's probably straight as a
fuckin' door, though," Bubba thought.

Bubba was about five steps away from James' teller window.  Suddenly, a
thirty-something woman, who had been staring at him from back near the
drive-thru window from the very first moment he had walked through the
front door, came flouncing over to the next teller window.  "I can get you
right here, darlin'," she cooed at Bubba.

The woman had on way too much makeup, had a chubby ass packed way too
firmly into her tight skirt, and she also had very pronounced bucked teeth.
But, in spite of all that, she also looked as if she would have had a
fairly pretty face beneath all the paint somewhere, and she had nice,
straight, dark hair and very big tits.  She kind of reminded Bubba of a
weird combination of Janet from "Three's Company," and Liza Minelli, as
made up for her part as Sally Bowles in CABARET.

If she had visited an orthodontist and dressed and made herself up in a
less thoroughly slutty-looking fashion, Bubba supposed she would have
actually been attractive.  She probably was attractive to most straight men
anyway, he realized, or at least the ones who were just looking for a quick
and easy piece of ass.  (Which was most of them.)  Bubba thought wryly that
this creature would probably have practically climbed up on top of the
teller counter and spread her legs wide then and there, right in front of
God and everybody, if Bubba had only acted the least bit interested.

"I'm Avalene Amburgey," she had added breathily, in a ridiculous little
voice that Bubba thought sounded like a bad, redneck impersonation of
Marilyn Monroe.  "I don't believe I've seen you in our little branch
before, sugar!" She added.

"Umm, no Ma'am," Bubba's deep voice rumbled as he forced a little smile at
her.  "I live in Smithville, and so I usually do my bankin' over there."

"Well, I can take care of you right here," Avalene cooed, emphasizing the
"take care of you" most suggestively.

"That's OK, I believe this young man can probably take care of me just
fine," Bubba said, and grinned that devastating grin at the sexy young cub
behind the counter.

"Oh, FUCK!" James thought, his cock going rock hard in his dress pants now.
"I'd love to show you just how well I could take care of you, stud!"

"Oh, you don't want him to wait on you, he's new," Avalene said, spitting
out the word "new" as though it tasted very bad to her.

"Well, actually," Bubba explained diplomatically, "I'm not sure either of
you can help me.  I need to have someone's name taken off of an account of
which I am the owner."

Avalene looked disappointed, but then directed Bubba into an office with a
skinny little twink who still looked wet behind the ears.  The guy managed
to handle taking Randy's name as a signer and authorized person, off of
Bubba's account without any problem.  Bubba's account had not been bothered
that morning, which didn't surprise him.  No good cheating motherfucker,
yes, but always honest when it came to business or money; that was Randy,
all right.

Bubba was quite sure Randy had removed Bubba's name from his own accounts
by now too, but he totally just didn't give a shit.  Their relationship had
never been about money and things to Bubba, but those were the things that
mattered most in life to Randy, or so it seemed.  Well, and apparently now
so did getting plowed like a cheap slut by the allegedly straight Jeremiah
Gilbert.  Bubba decided he didn't give a shit about that either.  He had
realized over the few hours that had passed since he had caught Randy and
Jeremiah fucking that the end of his relationship with Randy was actually
more of a relief now than anything.

Bubba glanced back over at the young cub behind the teller line as he
walked out of the bank and said, "You have a good day, now," with a big
grin.

"Oh, you too darlin'!" Avalene had cooed back, as if he had been talking to
her.

James was sure wishing that the guy who had just left was gay.  Speaking of
being gay, he had come out about an hour earlier to his new co-workers.
James was out to his family and friends anyway.  His few friends were fine
with it, but his family barely tolerated it, basically.  He hadn't really
wished to publicize it in the bank, at least not right off.  Not until he
could figure out where everyone stood and whether or not they were total
homophobes, at least.  But, Avalene had not shut the fuck up until he had
finally ended up telling them.

"So, do you have a girlfriend?"  She had asked first.  An hour later it had
been "Well, do you want a girlfriend?" That had then eventually led to
"Well, do you have a boyfriend then?"

James had finally just looked the stupid bitch right in the eye and said
honestly, "No, but if I had either, it would be a boyfriend."

Avalene had then went on about how she had absolutely no problem with gay
people, in that totally fake, over-compensatory way that homophobic people
who clearly do have a problem with it sometimes will in the workplace.
James' other new co-workers fortunately seemed as though they honestly
didn't care, though.  One, Retha, actually seemed like she might be prime
faghag material, in fact.

The rest of James' day went by fairly uneventfully, and he headed home to
his little one bedroom apartment across town there in Pleasant View that
evening.  He ate dinner and was soon naked and hard, sitting in front of
his computer.  He logged into a couple of gay hookup sites.  Soon, he saw a
fairly cute guy who was from there in town.  He sent the guy a message, and
the guy then messaged him back.  James gave him his Yahoo! ID so they could
chat more easily.

Soon, James was jacking off slowly, as he chatted with the guy on Yahoo!
Messenger.  The guy wasn't James' ideal type, but he was hot in his own
way.  It was only a recent development that James had decided on a type.
For most of the time since he had gotten his own place, he had happily
screwed around with a variety of men.  He had gone out and done some of
this while still living at home too, but it was so much simpler when you
had your own place and could invite them over.

Upon seeing that the guy he was chatting with, whose name was Michael, had
a pretty nice cock, James was even hornier.  He sent Michael a pic of his
own meat, and Michael typed back, "Mmm, nice!"

A bit more chat and just an hour later, and Michael and James were both
naked and panting hard in James' bed.  Michael was a little skinnier than
James really liked, and was also kinda short.  But, he was cute in his own
way, and sorta reminded James a little bit of Kenny Chesney.  (Who James
was totally convinced would also have loved being in the exact position
that Michael was in at the moment!)  At that moment, Michael was doing a
great job of sucking James' throbbing six and a half inch cut cock.  "Mmm,
fuck yeah!" James groaned, as he put his hands on the back of Michael's
bobbing head. "UH! Ah-UH! SUCK IT!!!"

By the time a few more minutes had passed, Michael was easing his tight ass
down onto James' nice condom-sheathed cock.  James groaned as he felt his
hot, throbbing knob pass through Michael's tight ring, and the 28-year old
then settled on down onto James' cock.  Michael started to ride James.  He
weirdly and awkwardly came up all the way off of James' cock, letting it
plop out of his ass completely, hesitated, and then took it again.  That
could be hot if done a couple of times in the middle of a hot fuck, but not
as the primary method of riding a cock, James thought.  As it was, it was
more distracting than anything, with all the stopping and starting
sensations it was causing.  It was as if Michael thought he was on a
fucking pogo stick, or a trampoline, or something!

James decided to see if maybe Michael was any better at topping, since they
were both versatile.  He was soon on his back, with Michael between his
raised legs.  That didn't go too well either, as Michael seemed to have way
too much trouble lining up on the target, so to speak, and then staying in
it.

Finally, James got on Michael and rode him hard and fast.  "Uh-UH! Uh!"
James grunted.  He had definitely had way better fucks than this guy, but
at this point he just needed to cum.  He started jacking his cock hard and
fast, and soon shot a big load all over Michael, who had finally gotten off
inside the condom up James' ass.  Michael was soon dressed and gone.

James knew he would probably never see the guy again, and didn't care.  It
wasn't just that the sex hadn't been all that great, either.  It was more
that James always felt really empty after these Internet hookups now, even
those times when the fucking was way better than it had been with the
awkward Michael.  James had soon showered and gone to bed.

Meanwhile, Bubba had gotten done with his long delivery shift, and had gone
to Randy's house with his brother Ricky.  As promised, Randy had put all of
Bubba's things into a tow-along storage unit.  They hooked the unit to
Ricky's big pickup truck and drove away.  Bubba didn't even look back at
his old life.

Ricky took Bubba and the trailer with all of his possessions to their
parents' home on the outskirts of Smithville.  A quick examination of the
inside of the trailer with flashlights made Bubba confident that Randy had
not kept anything he didn't have a right to.  Bubba just got out a few
clothes, and went inside with Ricky.  Thankfully, Bubba's parents were very
progressive liberals, and fine with him being gay.  He had been out for
many years, although the five years with Randy had been his first serious
long-term relationship, and the first time he had lived with another man.
This was the first time since just after college, though, that he'd had to
live back with his folks temporarily.

By the time two weeks had gone by, Bubba was settled in well in the
apartment over his parents' garage.  Julie and Tom had married young and
Bubba had come along only a little over a year later, so they were just 58
and 59 years old and both still worked.  The Joneses owned a little over
five acres, and the back of their property had a creek running through it
with thick woods on the other side of that.  When you were down over the
hill at the creek, you could be seen from the house but not from the road.
This was an unusually warm Saturday in late April.  Bubba's mother was
working and his father was gone to play golf, so he decided to do something
he had not done in years.

Soon, Bubba was bare assed naked, skinny-dipping in the creek.  The water
was still quite cold, but he found it invigorating though, especially on
this 80-degree day.  Bubba climbed out of the water and lay back in the sun
on top of a big, smooth rock that had been there in the center of the
stream for as long as he could remember.

Bubba was soon stroking his big fat dick there in the sunshine.  He had
started out by again recalling the day almost exactly a year before that he
and Randy had last made love.  That had been on vacation in East Tennessee,
but the setting had not been unlike this one.  However, as Bubba laid there
on the rock stroking his nice, throbbing seven and a half incher, which was
as hard as the stone he was lying on, his thoughts soon strayed away from
his ex-partner Randy.

Bubba found himself fantasizing about having that hot, younger bearcub
teller he had seen at the bank riding his rod there in the sunshine in the
middle of the creek.  He didn't even know the younger man's last name - his
bank nametag had just said, "James" - much less whether or not he was gay.
"Uh! UH! FUCK!  FUCK!!!" Bubba grunted and shouted, with only the birds in
the trees on the creek bank to hear him.  He shot six big volleys of thick,
creamy white cum all over his big broad, furry chest and his stomach, and
then lay back for a bit just enjoying the afterglow and wondering where
life and love might end up taking him next.  Starting over in dating at 40
would have to be a challenge, he thought, but somehow Bubba was still
looking very forward to it.

TO BE CONTINUED...

*NOTE: The author welcomes positive comments and feedback from other adult
gay males.  Send emails to bradleyjcarson@gmail.com and I will look forward
to hearing from you and responding. I especially want to hear from you if
the story causes you to have a good orgasm...or several!  Also, if you
happen to be a gay man who physically resembles the character of Bubba
Jones as he is described in this story and you have pics of yourself that
you would like to share with me, I'd really love to see them!