SECOND TIME
BY  JIMBO

     Not exactly a spring chicken myself, I really prefer mature men.  That's
probably why I go to the gym during the day when it is less crowded and when
the young, competitive crowd is absent.  For quite some time, I had noticed,
appreciated, and lusted after Lennie, but I was sure he had forgotten his
brief encounter with me a year before on Saint Patrick's Day.  My good friend,
Patrick, had brought Lenny to my house in the middle of the night --
thoroughly drunk -- for a quick blowjob which we both enjoyed thoroughly.
Lennie left promptly, but Patrick remained for two days!
(See "St. Patrick's Day.")
     Lenny was unusual in every way.  His appearance was striking: he seemed
always to have a deep tan.  His hair, evenly salt and pepper, was close-
cropped all around except at the back of his neck where it hung several inches
long.  He was powerfully built and his arms and chest and legs were covered
with thick salt and pepper hair.  His eyes were piercing black and he; moved
through the gym like a human dynamo talking with no one and doing a phenomenal
workout as if his life depended on his finishing quickly.  He wore his workout
clothes to the gym and left afterwards without showering so that there was no
opportunity to cruise him in the wet rooms.
     One day in August, I was focusing on him and fantasizing about him.  He
had always seemed to look right through me, and I was sure he didn't know who
I was or what I had been to him for a few moments one night.  I must have sat
there on one piece of equipment too long staring at him when I realized that
he had strode over and was looking right at me!
    "You looking at something?"
    "Sorry, I was just thinking about something that happened a while ago,"
    "I know you?"
    "No, I guess not, but I see you here all the time."
    "You look familiar...from something else...I'll think about it."
     He strode away in that dynamic way of his and I went up to the
overhead track.  I watched him worked out and marveled at the beauty of his
body and the power of his workout.  Finishing my track work I was ready to
leave the gym floor when I heard him call out to me: "You.  Come here.  I
know you.  Saint Patrick's Day.  Right."
    "Right."
    "You got some time?"
    "I guess so."
    "Wait for me outside.  I got the black pickup parked near the side door."
    I went to the locker room and showered and dressed quickly and then waited
near the black pickup truck.  Soon he arrived dripping sweat and still in his
gym clothes as usual.
    "You want to eat something?"
    "Yeah, I guess..."
    "You like to eat meat?"
    "Yeah, sure.  I'm not a vegetarian."
    "Follow me.  We'll go to my place."
    Happily I followed him, but was somewhat taken aback when he turned in at
the nearest MacDonald's and placed a takeout order at the window.  With his
order in hand, he sped off and I followed him to a small Cape Cod cottage with
an unkempt yard and badly in need of paint.
    He marched inside and I followed.  The interior looked worse than the
exterior.  No one had cleaned for a long time.  Smelly underwear and socks
littered the floor.  In the bedroom were a mattress and springs on the floor.
The entire house was visible from the doorway.  In the living room were two
small sofas facing each other and he headed for one, I the other.
     He tossed me a hamburger from the bag and began to devour one himself.
    "You don't look too big so I figured one would do for you.  I'm a big guy
so I got two.  Okay?"
    "Sure.  Thanks.  I didn't expect you to buy me lunch."
    "Gotta eat before you work."
    He seemed to focus completely on his eating just as he had focused
completely on his workout.  I focused completely on him studying his powerful
body and zeroing in especially on his large, hairy hands.
    "Do you live here alone?"
    "Old lady walked out on me.  Took half of everything.  Weird.  I don't got
a full set of nothin.  Place looks like shit.  Cooking and cleaning is for
women."
    "Looks to me like you got a full set of all that counts," I timidly
suggested and got no immediate response.  He jammed the rest of the french
fries into his mouth, guzzled his coke, stood up and stretched, and then
announced: "I stink.  Gotta get cleaned up."
    He sniffed his hairy armpits and in three steps reached the bathroom.  He
stripped off his clothes...the first time I had ever seen him completely
naked...tossed the clothes onto the bedroom floor and stepped into the shower.
His body was a work of art, nut brown all over except for the white strip
around the middle usually covered by cutoffs.  His shower was strictly
business.  He did not put on a show or even seem to be aware of his beauty.
There was certainly no invitation to join him.  He finished washing himself,
dried himself thoroughly, draped the towel around his middle and walked toward
the sofa on which I sat spellbound.  When he was in front of me, he dropped
the towel on the floor and said: "Eat me."
     I looked at the beautifully circumcised cock which hung before me and
marveled.  It was firm but not really hard.  The red mushroom shaped helmet
was perfectly formed.  The penis would have been a credit to any Italian
Stallion.
     Hesitantly I leaned forward and kissed the head.  I licked a drop of
precum off the piss slit and found myself trembling.  He stood there with
hands on hips looking at me as this monumental dick rose to its full glory
before me.  I leaned forward again and began to lick the huge, hairy balls as
the sack was pulled tightly up to the base of the shaft.  I kissed my way up
the shaft and then went back down and licked my way back up to the head.
Suddenly his huge hands were on the back of my head as I sat there on the edge
of the creaking sofa and felt the glorious monster being thrust into my
throat.  I brought my hands up to the hairy cheeks of his bubble shaped buns
and held on as he furiously fucked my face until he let out with a howl that
would make Tarzan jealous and shot off a huge wad in my eager throat.
     He pulled away and walked to the kitchen where he grabbed a coke from the
refrigerator and lifted it toward me asking if I, too, wanted one.  I shook
my head negatively and tried to grasp what had just happened.
    We had spoken so few words to each other, and yet I felt I really knew
this man...and I certainly knew his needs.  Assuming that I was finished, I
rose, my pants tenting in front of me, and walked to the door saying: "It
was great.  Thanks.  Any time." 
     "Where you going?"
     "Home."
     "You gotta.
     "No."
     "I could warm up to lose more of that.  Sorry I shot off so fast.  Ain't
had nothing for a while.  Work construction.  Don't often get a day off in
summer.  Why don't you take your clothes off?  You must be hot."
     This was the most I had heard him say at once, but he was right about one
thing.  I was hot!  I stripped off my clothes and followed him as he went into
the bedroom assuming that he was going to fuck me and that I would be foolish
to try to resist.  He plopped down on the mattress and patted the sheet beside
him.  He lay there beautifully spread eagled  and looking at the ceiling.  I
lay down beside him and began to run my eager fingers over the thick mat of
hair on his chest.
     "You like that?"
     "I sure do.  I could spend eternity running my hands over your beautiful
body."
     "Yeah?  Most girls don't like hairy guys like me.  Call me an ape."
     "I'm not a girl.  I just want you like a girl would."
     "Funny.  Hadn't thought about it that way.  You give massage?  That was a
tough workout today."  Assuming that I gave massage, he rolled over on his
stomach and I hungrily began to work the huge muscles on his back and neck and
shoulders.  He moaned with satisfaction several times.  I worked my way
eventually down to those beautiful buns and couldn't resist putting my fingers
part way up the crack.
     "Eat it a little, will you?"
     I leaned forward and licked the opening to his newly cleaned asshole and
thrust my tongue in as far as it would go.
     "Nice.  I like that.  Stick your finger in."
     I did and I worked my fingers in and out a few times.
     "Stick your dick in.  Go ahead.  You aint got much. I owe you."
     I mounted him and started to thrust, but I was too hot.  I couldn't hold
back.  I shot the built up wad all over his ass.
     He laughed. "Guess we both need a shower now.  No extra charge for the
water.
     He jumped up and marched into the shower and I eagerly followed.  In the
shower I fondly washed his body lovingly lathering every square inch.  When I
had finished washing him, he put his arms around me and held me close.  In my
ear he said, "I don't do no sucking or kissing.  But I'll play around a
little."
     We stood in the water for a long time holding tightly to each other.
Then we dried off and went back to the bed.  Once again he spread-eagled
himself on the bed and said,"Just take it up where you left off."
     I fondled and massaged the front of his body and licked and kissed and
sucked until I brought him off several more times. He manipulated me manually
and allowed me to come on him.  We made good use of the shower and it was late
afternoon when I finally prepared to leave.
    "That was good," Lenny said.  "What did you say your name was?"  I told
him that people called me "Jimbo" and he said, "We ought to get together again
sometime.  Do you cook and clean too?"
    "I'm up for anything you want," I said.