Date: Sat, 19 Apr 2008 17:41:15 -0700
From: Greg Reese <fbud4u@gmail.com>
Subject: James and Clark - Adult Friends

This story is a work of fiction.  The characters in this story live in a
world without disease, the use of condoms is not portrayed.  Our real world
is very different, practice safe sex, use a condom.

My names is James Vandervoort.  I'm 40 years old, six foot two, blue eyes,
jet black hair that is just beginning to gray and I weigh 200 pounds.  I
keep myself fit and trim, hitting the gym four times a week.  My chest is
covered in a mat of jet black hair as is my ass and my crotch.  I sport an
8X2 cock fully erect and can still fuck for hours, cumming three times
before my cock has had enough.  I'm versatile, loving to be fucked just as
much as fucking and I'm a sucker for a man in uniform.  Doesn't matter
which uniform, soldier, sailor, marine, police officer, fireman, if it's a
uniform I'm fucking hard as a rock.  I'm also an architect, I work for
myself and I have contacts across the globe.  Up until a year ago I was
partnered and we lived in a beautiful restored three story brownstone in
Georgetown, Washington D.C.  Up until a year ago I was madly and
passionately in love with someone who was madly and passionately in love
with me.  That is until Christmas Eve. We were driving back from a
Christmas Party thrown by a friend of ours when we were hit by a drunken
driver.  Madison, my partner, was thrown from the car, even though he was
buckeled in.  He lay in a coma for a week before he died.  I spent the rest
of the year in mourning, going through life in a fog.  Working, hitting the
gym, going home, that was my routine.  I finally decided that what I needed
was a complete change, hell I hadn't even jacked off but twice that year.
I put the brownstone up for sale, notified my clients I'd be moving and
headed to the West Coast.  I hit Palm springs and decided this was where I
would live.  I soon found a home I liked, made an offer and within the week
was having my furniture shipped.  It would take about a week for it to
arrive, which was fine, I wanted to put on a fresh coat of paint inside and
have the outdated carpet removed and hardwood floors put in.  In the
meantime I made camp at the local Ramada Inn.

I'd been busy painting the walls with a primer when there was a knock on
the front door.  It was early April and the weather was beautiful so I had
the house opened up to let it air out.  Wiping my hands on my bibs (yes, I
wear bib overalls when doing work) I put the paint brush down and went to
the security door. I opened the door, standing there, casserole dish in
hand, was a man and woman, appearing to be about my age.  "Hello, I'm Marla
and this is my husband Clark.  We live next door and thought we'd bring you
a houewarming gift (at that point her husband lifted up a six pack of beer)
and something hot to eat."  I opened the door, took the six pack and
invited my new neighbors in.  I introduced myself and, grabbing Clark's
hand for a firm handshake, took a moment to size him up.  "Umm..nice I
thought." as I gazed over his hairy well built wife beater covered chest,
the nice package on display through his bermuda shorts and the biggest pair
of feet I've ever seen on a man.  Easy size 13s, and he wasn't maybe but a
foot or two taller than me.  "What brings you to Palm Springs?" Clark
asked.  Looking over at Clark I smiled and replied, "Needed a change is
all."  "Where you from?" Marla asked.  "Georgetown, Georgetown, Washington
D.C." I responded.  We stood there, silent, not knowing what to say to one
another.  I stole sideways glances at Clark and for the first time in a
year, felt a familiar stirring in my crotch.  "Well, we should really get
out of your way," Marala said.  "If you need anything, we're just next
door.  When will your furniture arrive?" she continued.  "Next week,
hopefully I'll have this painted and the new flooring in before it gets
here." I replied.  "Well if you need help painting, let me know, I'll be
glad to pitch in." Clark offered.  "Thanks, thanks a lot, I may just do
that." I replied.  "It was nice to meet you and I hope we'll be seeing more
of you?" Marla said.  "Yes, I'm sure you will." I replied, shaking Clark's
hand again and thanking Marla for the casserole.  I watched as they turned
and headed out the door, checking out Clark's ass.  "Ummm ummmm ummm...fine
fine fine ass." I thought, my cock starting to rise in my bibs.  I realized
I was hungry and I was also covered in paint and sweat.  I decided it was
time to head back to the hotel so I cleaned out the brushes and rollers,
washed the primer off my hands and closed the house up.  Grabbing the
casserole and beer I headed back to the hotel.  My room had a small
microwave and refrigerator in it.  I had picked up some paper plates
earlier that day so heated some of the casserole, popped open a beer and
started to eat.

Upon arriving in Palm Springs I quickly sought out a gym close to the house
and signed up.  After eating I decided I needed a work out so grabbing my
gym back I threw it in the truck and headed over to the gym for a good
workout.  I entered the locker room, casually checking out the men in
various stages of dress and undress, admiring muscular backs, tight asses
and the occassion glimpse of cock.  I spent about an hour at the gym, I
needed to work off some built up steam and decided I'd hit the sauna before
I went home.  Wrapping a towel around my waist I headed for the steam.  I
walked in and found a spot on the bench, silently giving thanks that I was
alone in the sauna.  I wouldn't be for long as I heard the door open and
another gentleman sit down.  I had my eyes closed and was leaning back
against the wall when I heard a familiar voice say, "James?"  Opening my
eyes I realized the person who had entered was my new neighbor, Clark.
"Hey Clark!  Funny running into you here!" I grinned, hoping that my rising
cock wouldn't give myself away.  "Hey since you're a member here maybe we
can work out together." Clark offered.  "Yeah, maybe." I responded, closing
my eyes again and leaning back against the wall.  We sat there in silence,
both of us lost in our own train of thoughts as we enjoyed the cleansing
benefit of the steam.  I'm not sure how long we'd been in there but I had
decided it was time to head out.  I glanced over at Clark, who's eyes were
still closed, and took this time to really check him out.  I gazed at his
firm hard chest, his pecs well defined, nipples brown and erect.  I let my
gaze wonder down to his crotch, he had let his towl fall apart just enough
that I was able to catch a glimpse of one of his nuts, and what a delicious
looking nut it was.  Covered in brown hair it was the size of a small egg.
Clark reached down to scratch his crotch, causing the towel to come further
apart and I caught a peek at the head of his cock.  He wasn't circumcised
and his skin covered head looked just as delicious as the rest of him.
"Well, I think I've had enough, I need to get going." I said, a little more
urgently than I needed to.  "OK James, catcha later." was all Clark said as
I hurried out of the sauna, hoping my cock would deflate so I could get
dressed.  Thankfully the locker room was empty so I quickly dressed and
hurried out of the gym and back to the hotel.  The front of my shorts were
wet with pre-cum by the time I entered the hotel.  I looked down at the
huge wet spot that had spread across the crotch of my shorts, I had dressed
in such a hurry that I hadn't bothered to put on any underwear.  "Shit, no
wonder I was getting odd stares as I walked back to my room."  I thought
and bust out laughing.  "Oh my God, I haven't laughed since Madison died."
I thought.  The laughter was soon replaced by the familiar sobs as once
again, life without Madison came back to haunt me.

Ever since Madison had died I had had nightmares.  The events of that night
continued to play out in my dreams.  Laughing with one another, holding his
hand, kissing the back of his hand as I tell him I love him, the scream and
the blinding lights followed by the crunch and sound of glass breaking and
then the sensation of being spun around only to finally black out.  Each
night was the same and each night I'd awake, screaming, crying out for
Madison and each night I fall back in bed, crying, sobbing myself back to
sleep as the reality of him being gone came flooding back to me.  My doctor
had prescribed sleeping pills but they made me feel hung over and out of it
so I quit taking them.  Tonight was no different.  Since I didn't need to
be anywhere at any time the next day, I decided to take one of the sleeping
pills after my first nightmare.  Waking up at ten the next morning I felt
the usual hang over that prescribed narcotics makes you feel.  I opted not
to shower, knowing I'd be heading for the house anyway, and simply brushed
my teeth, rolled on some deodorant and hopped in the truck.  I stopped at
McDonalds along the way for a very unhealthy breakfast and a cup of very
hot and strong coffee.  As I pulled in the driveway, I saw Marla pulling
out in the minivan with the kids buckeled in.  I waved and smiled as she
backed out of her driveway and headed down the street.

About an hour into painting and I heard Clark calling through the security
door.  I walked over to let him in and just about dropped my paint brush.
Clark was not wearing a shirt and the shorts he had on were at least two
sizes too small, the clear outline of his cock and balls on display for me
to drool over.  "Hey James, thought I'd give you a hand." Clark said as he
opened the door.  "Um, sure, you bet, grab a brush!" I said.  As I watched
him walk past I noticed a small tear in the seat of his shorts.  A glimpse
of a furry asscheek peeking through.  "Oh shit, I'm so screwed." I thought.
We quickly went about our work and before I knew it, we had finished with
the primer and were now ready to go back and start painting the areas where
the primer had already dried.  I looked at my watch, "Shit!  It's already
six o'clock!  Hey, where's Marla?" I said.  "Oh she headed over to San
Diego this morning. She and the kids, they'll be gone for a couple of
weeks.  She goes over there about every six months and spends a couple of
weeks at her mothers.  We don't get along, her mother and I, so I stay back
and do the work thing."  Clark said.  "Ah, ye ole mother-in-law issues." I
responded. "So what line of work are you in?" I asked.  Clark paused,
thinking about his response before he responded. "Well, up until two weeks
ago I was on the police force." he responded.  "Really?" I replied.  "Yeah,
I was involved in a shooting, the investigation didn't go well and right
now I'm on paid leave pending the final results of the investigation."
Clark responded.  Before I could say anything, Clark continued.  I watched,
intently, as Clark proceeded to explain that he was responding to a silent
alarm at a residential home.  He had just entered the house when a shot was
fired, he saw a shadow, took aim and proceeded firing.  When the smoke had
cleared and he had turned on the lights, a 16 year old boy lay dead in the
home.  He was a gang member from Los Angeles, breaking into the home was
the first of his initiations into the gang.  Clark continued to tell me
that the boy fired once and the investigators counted thirteen spent
cartridges belonging to his pistol.  The boy was dead and he was being
investigated for excessive force.  Clark continued to tell me that this
young kid was just a year younger than his oldest.  I continued to listen
as he told me that he'd been placed on leave and it looked like he would
lose his badge, in spite of the fact that it was self defense.  "The County
District Attorney has zero tolerance for cops killing minors, regardless of
the reason. If he has his way, I'm cooked." Clark said.  "Damn, that's
rough, I don't know what to say." I responded.

Clark was getting ready to respond when his cell phone rang.  "Hello? Hey
baby..." Clark said and then was cut off.  "Damn, is she OK?  Uh huh...uh
huh..OK baby, no do what you need to do.  OK baby, allright, talk with you
tomorrow then.  Bye, love you." Clark said as he closed the cell phone in
his hands.  Looking at me he explained that his mother-in-law had fallen as
she was walking out to greet them.  She's a widow, so they had taken her to
the ER.  Broken collar bone and her rotator cuff is torn.  He explained she
be there for about six months.  "Looks like we're gonna be batching it for
awhile!" Clark said as he slapped me on the back.  "Say, I've got some
steaks in the fridge.  Let's grill them up, toss back a few beers and have
a good time." Clark exclaimed.  "Well that sounds good but I don't drink
and drive." I replied.  "It's OK, you won't drink and drive, you'll crash
at my place, we have a guest room and I think I have some clothes that will
fit you.  C'mon, lets blow off some steam." Clark urged.  "All right, a
steak and some beer does sound good.  Anything but take out!" I said,
laughing.  We finished up, cleaned everything up and made our way to
Clark's house.  I couldn't help but whistle as I walked into his home, it
was beautiful.  Large rooms, tiled floors, wood floors in the living room,
game room and den.  "Damn!  You can afford this on a cops salary?" I
exclaimed.  Laughing, Clark explained that he did side work with his
brother who owned his own construction company.  "He's been asking me to
come work with him for quite some time, looks like he might get his wish."
Clark said as he pulled two beers and the steaks from the refrigerator.
Clark and I chatted while he grilled the steaks and we ate.  Steaks, baked
potatoes and a salad, all too good, it had been so long since I'd cooked,
mostly grabbing something on the way home, not really tasting it, just
going through another motion.

We played a game of pool as our dinner digested.  It had been a long time
since I'd had anything alcoholic to drink and I was getting a good buzz.
It felt good.  Clark left the room momentarily and came back with a bong.
Lighting it he took a long drag and passed it to me.  "Shit, I haven't
smoked since college!" I said, grabbing the bong and inhaling the heady
smoke.  Between the buzz of the beers and now the buzz of the smoke, I was
feeling no pain.  I was also feeling no inhibitions and made it more than
obvious that I couldn't take my eyes off of Clarks crotch or his ass.  I
don't know if Clark noticed, if he did, he didn't react.  We continued
shooting pool, exchanging small talk.  I sank the 8 ball and won the second
game of the night.  "So James, ever been married." Clark asked, leaning
against his pool cue, his eyes blood shot from the effects of the bong.
"No, I was partnered for about 10 years, but it ended." I said.  Taking
another hit off the bong and passing it to me, Clark said, "Partnered?  You
gay?"  After I had drawn in the smoke I shook my head yes.  "So what
happened?" Clark asked, shifting his weight, causing his shorts to further
outline his cock and balls.  "He died, car accident, hit by a drunk driver
on Christmas Eve.  A little over a year ago.  I moved out here to get away,
couldn't handle the memories anymore." I said as I exhaled the intoxicating
smoke.  "Damn buddy, damn." Clark said, shaking his head.  I started
giggling, I couldn't help it, between the beer and the smoke, I was pretty
giddy.  "What's so fucking funny dude?" Clark asked, a stoned smile
creeping across his face.  "You, your head, when you shook it.  Fucking
funny man, fucking funny!" I exclaimed as I doubled over in laughter.
"Dude, you're so stoned.  I know just the thing for you." Clark said.  He
came over to me, picked me up and headed to the back yard and tossed me in
the pool.  I came up, coughing and sputtering, laughing.  I soon quit
laughing as Clark came out, peeled off his shorts and dove in, completely
nude.  I was able to take in his cock and balls as he dove in the water.
It all appeared to be in slow motion.  Before I knew, Clark was yanking my
own shorts down, exposing my half hard cock.  I wasn't sure but I swear he
licked the head of my cock as he swam up, spitting water in my face.
Laughing he said, "C'mon dude, it's just us guys.  Fucking take your shorts
off.  Or are you afraid that my trouser anaconda is bigger than yours?" he
laughed again, splashing water in my face as he dove under, again, I could
have sworn he licked the head of my cock.  Either way, I was now rock hard
and I didn't dare get out of the water.  I took off, making my way towards
the shallow end of the pool.  Clark had already swam that way and climbed
out of the water, his semi hard cock bouncing and bobbing in front of him
as he reached for his beer and the bong.

I swam to the edge of the pool and stopped right in front of him.  He sat
on the edge, legs spread, showing me all he had to offer.  I stared at his
enormous uncut cock, now fully erect.  His egg sized balls drawn up in
their sack.  He passed the lit bong down to me and while I inhaled the
smoke, he absetmindedly stroked his cock.  Head tossed back he let go of
his dick and began to massage his balls.  I couldn't believe what I was
seeing, my new, seemingly straight cop neighbor appeared to be putting on a
show for me.  I reached down and felt my own hard cock and started tugging
on it.  I heard Clark groan and then, looking up at me, he removed his
hand, reached for the bong and took another drag off of it.  He stumbeled
back to the chairs that were set up around the table and sat back down then
reached for his shorts, put them on, tucked his still hard cock in and
offered me another hit.  I walked up the steps out of the pool, my rock
hard cock swaying in front of me, the first bead of clear cock juice
beginning to form at the head.  He stared at my cock, licked his lips, then
drew another long drag on the bong.  I sat down, he passed the bong to me
and while I was taking a drag from it he left to get two more beers.  When
he got back I had also put on the pair of shorts that he had loaned me.  We
sat in silence for awhile, I didn't know what to say and obviously neither
did he.  "Well, I guess I'm ready for bed." Clark said as he stood, his
hard cock still jutting out in front of him and left to go to bed.  I was
on his heels, thinking I might be able to taste this mans cock.  "Your room
is right here dude, see you in the morning." Clark said as he entered his
bedroom and closed the door.  I lay in mind, my mind racing, wondering if I
had crossed the line with this man and if so, what the consequences were.
It wasn't long before I heard the tell tale squeaks of a mattress spring
and knew that Clark was in his room, jacking his cock.  I got up as quietly
as I could and snuck down the hall.  I opened the door to his room enough
so I could see him.  The moon was bright and I could see him laying there
in all his beautiful naked glory, rock hard cock, hand wrapped around it.
His other hand twisting and pulling his nipples as he stroked his dick.
"Fucking suck my cock James, c'mon, fucking take it all in your mouth." I
could hear him whispering, moaning as his orgasm neared.  "Oh fuck dude,
yeah fuck, oh fuck I'm gonna shoot my cum in your mouth.  Get ready to
swallow my load.  Here it comes, oh here it comes, I'm gonna shoot, oh
yeah, oh fuck yeah." Clark moaned.  He arched his back as rope after rope
of cum shot out of his hard uncut cock.  He was panting and wimpering as he
imagined shooting his load into my mouth.  I groaned silently as I shot my
own load, my cum spattering on the door to his bedroom.  I quietly and
quickly closed his door and proceeded to lick my own cum off his door.

Sneaking back to the guest room I smiled as I dozed off, knowing that my
new neighbor was thinking about me sucking his cock off.  For the first
time that night I dreamt of Clarks cock, of his thick uncut cock sawing in
and out of my ass, of his cum shooting deep into my guts.  I dreamt of me
fucking his tight ass, stealing his virginity, painting his face with my
own load.  I awoke the next morning, dried cum on my chest and stomach and
knew that for the first time since I'd been a teen, I'd had a wet dream.
Knowing that he and I had plenty of time over the next few months, I began
to think of how I was going to make his dream come true.  I quickly left
the house, checking in to find Clark still sound asleep, and made my way
back to my hotel.  I jacked my cock through my shorts as I drove back to
the hotel, again, leaving a huge wet spot in the front of my pants and
again, making people I passed wonder exactly what was up with me.  That day
I decided I would need to test the waters and hopefully push the envelope.
The when and where though was going to be the difficult part to plan.

Stay tuned to find out what happens with Clark and James.....