Date: Sat, 5 Jul 2014 08:04:23 -0700
From: S L Ashley <slashley83@gmail.com>
Subject: They don?t have to know?Chapter 5

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They don't have to know...Chapter 5

After spending a few more minutes kissing, Sam looked down into Stan's
face, "You going to help me move some things over? I could use clothes to
wear when we do ever decide to leave the house."

"Oh shit! Damn it, I forgot... tomorrow my daughter was coming over for a
visit." Stan closed his eyes, thinking how to deal with the situation.

Sam kissed the end of his nose again, "And daddy doesn't want to get in a
bind trying to explain his boy to his daughter... it's okay, honest. I've
got some things I can go do while she's visiting, that is if you'd rather
me be gone."

Stan needed another moment to think before answering, "You don't have to do
that... umm... probably be best if we did get you a few things to wear
today though, I don't usually go naked when she's here, she's never been
used to it so I don't force it on her. A coworker over for some relaxation
poolside is explainable... umm... maybe street clothes sat conspicuously on
the bed or in the hall bathroom."

"Is she coming to swim then?" Sam wasn't concerned about making a scene,
the two of them had only been together one night, he wasn't going to
jeopardize anything so early in their... relationship.

"She and one of her gal pals, another reason no nudity... she may think I'm
trying to set her up though, shit, what else am I forgetting?"

"Hey, calm down. It's probably best if I do spend some time going through
my stuff at my place anyway, make sure the place is going to be alright for
the times I'll be away. Plus I'd still like to talk to a couple of my
neighbors, tell them to keep an eye out. Come on Stan, it's going to be
fine. What time is she due over?" Sam changed into his 'all business' mode.

Stan was actually quite relieved, "Damn, you're thinking clearer than I am.
She's not due over till noon so there's no rush. She never goes into our
bedroom anyway so your stuff will be fine in there. She will use the
smaller front bedroom and the hall bath though."

Smiling widely, Sam caught the slip, "OUR bedroom? Oh wow, that sounds
so... absolutely wonderful." he kissed Stan hard on the lips one more time
before he extracting himself, "Come on daddy, lets go for a drive! I need
some things for the next couple days at least, I can bring more tomorrow
when I come back over."

Stan and Sam dressed, Sam in his work outfit, he'd tried to borrow a pair
of Stan's shorts but they were a bit too baggy for him.  A short trip
across town, shortened by the lack of traffic since it was a Saturday, got
them to Sam's townhouse.  "Nice place." Stan said looking around the
unit... it was quite barren of decoration, "I thought all gay guys had some
sort of design gene in them."

"Ha ha. I moved in only two months ago and... well... it never felt right
to do much to the place since I'm still just renting.  Most of my stuff is
actually still in storage, I only brought over what I needed, as I needed."

"I thought you've been at the office for what, three years?" Stan asked as
he watched Sam walk to the only bedroom in the unit.

Sam took off his shirt and tossed it into a large mesh laundry basket, "Two
years, two months. My last unit... well, let's say my last roommate and I
didn't quite get along well enough to spend any more time sharing a place
together. She had more men over than a street whore... sorry, that was
mean."

"Sometimes the truth hurts. So, you haven't been, well, sleeping around
then?" Stan was suddenly worried about the possibilities of getting an STD
or worse.

"No. Truthfully I haven't been with anyone in about two years either. Like
I said, not into the whole gay bar scene and swap fest that they seem to
have. I had a short term relationship with that one older guy, but that was
it, plus there's so much stuff floating around out there now, it's just
deadly to have anonymous sexual relationships anymore. I got tested about a
year ago, thankfully I'm clean and no issues. Um, how about you? I know you
said something about usually using condoms, do you get tested too?"

Stan watched as Sam changed out of his pants and underwear, the free peek
at his bare butt was a turn on, but he wanted to wait till they could be
together properly, "Wow, watch that there hot britches! That ass of yours
could give me a heart attack!  Kidding of course... but really I'm so glad
you said you were tested. Yes, I do get tested during my annual physical.
My doctor doesn't ask anymore, I told her I like to make sure even though I
use protection. I was concerned after our... sharing." He watched as Sam
pulled on a pair of shorts, sans underwear, "You go commando?"

Sam turned to face Stan, "You're just going to make me get out of them when
we get home anyway, right? So why get my nice briefs dirty for the quick
trip back to your place."

"I was thinking about some food? You know, nourishment?" Stan turned and
left the small bedroom  to check out the rest of the little place while Sam
finished packing a small bag and grabbing a fresh business suit and a
couple shirts on hangers.

After finding a nice quiet place for lunch/early dinner, the two shared
more about their past, schooling, Stan's life while married till the
difficult question came back up, "How are you going to explain me to your
daughter, you know, later?"

Stan went quiet again before finally answering, "I want to say she doesn't
need to know, but... I think I'll find the right thing to say when she asks,
if she asks, but no one else needs to know, not yet at least."

It was Sam's turn to go quiet in contemplation, waiting for the waitress to
take away their plates before he said, "Stan. I need to explain something
that I've been putting off... my dad... he... he was locked away while I was
growing up, still there I think. I've always wanted to have a positive male
role model in my life, I told you that. Damn, this is so hard to figure
out." He took another drink of his soda before he continued, "I like you.
I've watched you and, honestly George in Finance too, he's a hunk for an
older man too... but... I hope you don't mind me calling you daddy when it's
just us."

"To be honest, it was a bit difficult to understand till you explained it
yesterday. But you have to remember Sam, out of the house we can't live
that kind of life, it's... it's not acceptable in public. To be your fantasy
man I can accept, that you call me..." Stan took a quick look around, "...daddy
is alright if you feel it helps you, even if I can't understand why,
exactly."

"I... I have a father figure fetish, probably because my old man was never
around. I like being your boy, or son, it seems so much closer than, well,
housemate or boyfriend or whatever..." Sam was looking down into his glass,
stirring the ice around with his straw, "I know what you said yesterday...
maybe... well, if I do watch how you are as a real daddy then... maybe... I'll
understand your point and we can, no I can work on this relationship thing
a bit more."  Sam glanced up into Stan's face, "You're still one hot guy
and I know you're not a therapist or something, I don't think I need one of
those, just a good man, that's all I've ever wanted... a good, older man."

Stan sat stunned at Sam's revelation, thinking to himself `oh here I go
again, my White Knight is kicking in, I feel for this guy so much now I
just have to help him'.

The subject was changed to home issues when the waitress returned with the
bill since they both wanted to pay. Stan relented since he'd paid for
dinner the night before and Sam had snagged the check from the homely
looking brunette that had been so nice to care for them while they ate,
mostly leaving them in peace, watching from a distance... Stan thought she
had the hots for Sam, hell, he was one great looking stud, HIS great
looking stud.

Back at the house Stan gave Sam a hand bringing in the hanging clothes and
showed him a section of the closet in the master bedroom he could use. Not
thinking or just out of routine Stan stripped while he was still in the
walk-in, Sam was a bit shocked, "Guess that's still going to take some
getting used to, but damn you are so sexy when you're naked!"

"It's called nude, but naked works too. I'm going for a few laps out back,
coming?"

"Not yet... oh you were asking if I was going out back with you, haha, I
thought you meant was I cumming yet."

"Get your head out of the gutter, just because I go around nude doesn't
mean I want sex all the time, although the thought of your body has been on
my mind most of the day."

"Mine? Fuck,  I've wanted you all day to take my ass whenever you were
ready... I've had the urges since you pulled out last night." Sam smiled and
dropped his shorts to expose his rapidly inflating cock.

Walking over and petting Sam's rising meat, Stan looked into Sam's eyes,
"We'll get a good workout in first, then workout your urges... just remember,
don't piss or cum in the pool or spa. I broke my own rules last night
sucking your wonderful cock in the spa, but I knew nothing would make it
into the water."

"Yes daddy." He replied with a large smile on his face, returning the favor
of holding the older man's cock, causing it to inflate a bit as well, "You
wouldn't like to play first then swim? You sure?"

Kissing his young hot stud deeply, Stan released his hold before removing
Sam's hand from his own hard-on, "After we might not have the strength to
swim, plus I love simply looking at your young hard body, and yeah that fab
cock too. Come on, there's an outdoor shower to rinse off before getting in
the pool I want to show you."

"Awe, cock block. Alright, we'll do it your way." Sam followed Stan outside
after he stripped off his shirt and dropping it on top of his shorts, not
bothering to pick them up first.

On the side of the house, located near what looked like a bathroom window
was a true shower... a large sunflower sized head and water adjustments for
hot and cold were mounted on a tiled section of the outside wall, "Oh nice...
I didn't see this before. You don't even have to go inside for anything,
well maybe get something out of the fridge. You've done very nice out here."

Stan was proud of his backyard, "I designed it all myself, a hobby, but had
a contractor build it for me. I originally planned on having friends and
guests over..." he stepped into the flowing shower, "...but it hasn't quite
worked out the way I wanted. Oh man this is the life though."

Still sporting a partial erection, Sam stepped into the shower when Stan
stepped back, "Ah, it is nice, never showered outside before... hell, never
ran around naked outside before either. Don't you worry about neighbors
looking over the fence or something?"

"They'd get a show then wouldn't they! Nah, there's an retired couple that
lives behind me, gets too hot out for them to spend time outback. The side
neighbors... well, they saw the construction going down and I warned them
that I do sunbathe nude sometimes. Never had issues with either of them.
There is one kid that lives diagonally that way, behind the overgrown
looking bush there, he kept looking over this way, so I let the bush grow
wild, cut his view off flat. I'm not an exhibitionist and don't need
youngsters peeking at me or my guests out here."

"Have you had anyone else over, besides your daughter and her friends?" Sam
was feeling a bit jealous of Stan's full tan now, he'd always liked being
outside but usually in the shade.

Going over to the pool, Stan waded into the water and drifted over toward
the waterfall, "Come see the grotto... I have entertained a couple of my
nudist friends here, but they live too far away to visit regularly... you'll
have to meet them."

That made Sam smile, the thought that Stan was thinking of introducing him
to his friends was a huge step, "Will they... um... mind me being with you, I
mean, knowing about us?"

"Nah, they're non-judgmental. Plus if I didn't tell them about us before
they came to visit then you might end up having to fight off a couple of
the other studs or ladies vying for your attention. See, there's a mini bar
in here, it's under the slide. I don't keep the area stocked and only used
it once before, but this is a nice shady spot on a hot day."

"Secluded, out of sight spot you mean." Sam replied as he waded up to wrap
his arms around Stan's neck, "I know,  no sex in the pool, but that doesn't
mean we can't sit in the shallows here and... talk." A large smile crossed
his face before he started to nibble on Stan's earlobe.

"All you're trying to do is get a rise out of me... and damn, it's working."
He drew Sam's face up so they could start making out... luckily the water
depth in the grotto was only eighteen inches.

It didn't take long for the two to completely give up on trying to swim a
few laps, they got out of the pool and barely made it back into the master
bedroom before going to town on each other. Sam started it out by stroking
Stan's hard cock, going down to kiss and lick along it's shaft. Even though
he didn't like the thought of actually fucking Stan, he enjoyed giving his
hole a good oral workout, along with sucking on his balls till they were
both pink from the pleasure. Stan stopped him, "Get up here, stop being a
lick spittle, and let me fuck you!"

"MY PLEASURE!" Sam replied, taking a moment to thoroughly wet Stan's cock
with saliva. Crawling up to mount Stan, he straddled the furry belly,
running his hands though the warm gray brown hair on his chest, "I love
your fuzz." He then aligned Stan's erect cock with his hole and rubbed it
around a moment before pressing the head against his opening.

"Aren't you going to lube first? I mean going dry is going to hurt isn't
it?" he was truly worried that the heat friction of their fucking would
painfully chap Sam's ass.

Lowering himself down a bit, gently pushing out till the head of Stan's
dick slipped inside his ass, "Ssss... oh, god that's what I needed. I'll be
fine, been looking so forward to this right... here.. ugh.." he slid down in
one long push, not quickly, just gently but constant till he hit the base,
letting the short cropped pubes tickle his balls, "That's so fucking hot.
Ah, man, I'd not realized how much I missed having sex with someone... it
gets old playing by yourself. That, plus toys are no match for the real
thing, especially your sweet cock!"

"Mmm. I like how you mount me, this is hot to me! I get to see that cock at
full attention..." Stan took Sam's hard cock in both his hands and started to
squeeze it tight, "... and that luscious mushroom head of yours is fucking
suckable. Grrr." He squeezed till the blood pooled purple in Sam's dick
head.

"Oh damn, that feels... fucking awesome. It is just a bit of pain but then
it's so great too... oh man." Sam then raised himself up slowly and back down
to rest again then squeezed his sphincter shut and repeated. "How's that
feel?"

"Ssss... ugh, man you've got good muscle control, tighter than fuck! Sweet!"

Sam then raised and lowered again, then really started running up and down
till Stan had to let go of his own throbbing purple cock, "Ah... oh man... mmm,
your dick fits me perfect... oh yeah... mmm."

"Ride that cock, fuck yeah, ride it faster... faster!" Stan could feel the
buildup starting, the action was so terrific, "Oh, that's it boy, yeah,
ride that cock... fuck yeah!"

"Mmm, so sweet." Sam threw his face toward the sky as he arched his back,
using only his legs to lift and lower his body, "oh yeah... damn fucking
sweet cock... fill me up, fill my ass with your seed daddy!"

"Oh yeah, ride me boy, ride that cock!" Stan tried to stroke the wet cock
bouncing in front of him, the precum streaming out the tip, run down Sam's
cock and drop onto his lower stomach... he just could just not quite... "AHHHH
FUUUUCCCKKK!!!!" he cried out as he felt his balls pull up deep inside as
he orgasmed, sending streamers of hot cum deep.

Sam felt the first squirt and kept ridding, the cum dribbled inside and
out, making everything very wet, he increased his pace even faster now that
everything was wet and wild... "Oh yeah... mmm... fuck me..." He rode faster and
deeper, nearly pulling out so far that he'd almost lost that cock in his
ass. He was in ecstasy... "Oh yeah, love your cock buried in me... oh man...
ooohhh... daaammmnnn..." His own cock started squirting, the first shot was on
his up stroke and flew off to the side of Stan's head, splashing onto the
pillow and running back across Stan's chest. The second and subsequent
streamers thoroughly coated that mass of chest hair Sam loved so much. His
back was arched so far back when it hit he nearly doubled over backwards.

Stan could feel his cum running back down his shaft and balls, but Sam kept
riding... then when he shot his own load he had the perfect view of the
powerful shots flinging past his head and then onto his chest and ending
with a couple small squirts that only bubbled on the tip of Sam's cock to
run down the shaft slowly to splash on his pubes, "Oh wow, what a show... but
what a mess we've made tonight, haha."

Sam fell forward, landing on his extended arms to hover above Stan... taking
a long, slow look down into that face... his lover's glowing and happy face.
He leaned in for a kiss and was nearly eaten up, Stan pulled him down onto
his chest, smashing the cummy mess between their sweaty bodies. They both
relaxed in each other's embrace. Minutes ticked by as Stan caressed Sam's
back... it didn't even matter when his cock slipped out and he felt more
wetness on his groin, he was in heaven.

"I love you daddy." Sam whispered into his ear.

Stan smiled and tightly held Sam against him, "I think I love you more. Oh
how did I ever get so damn lucky to find you? I... I'm so happy right now...
son."  They laid like that another five, maybe even ten minutes before he
continued, "Hate to break this up, but if we don't clean up we're going to
end up stuck together, you know how cum is."

"I could stay in your arms forever... I don't care if we're stuck like this...
I'm in heaven right now." He whispered, even though he knew they should
separate, he'd hate to have that furry chest need to be shaved because of
the dried cum clumps in it. "Alright." He said aloud as he raised back up
on his now shaky arms... "God you're so fucking hot."

"Haha, me? Damn, you're the fucking stud... I love that look right there,
that `oh no I'm not' innocent look you give me when I complement you." Stan
pulled him down to share a passionate kiss, "Let's go take a shower...
together."  Sam only smiled in agreement.

In the shower it was another grope fest, they washed each other, no areas
were now off limits. Stan was gracious though and stepped out of the shower
so Sam could do a bit more deep cleaning, he didn't care to watch that
particular activity. Once Sam had showered and returned to the kitchen,
still nude to Stan's great pleasure, they decided to repeat at least a
portion of their previous night's activities, drinks in the spa.

Conversation was light, a comparison of various alcoholic beverages sampled
and liked or tossed aside. Sam was a gin fan, "Doesn't affect performance."
He shared to Stan's great mirth. Stan was a rum fan, preferring the sweeter
drinks to tart, but they both agreed... beer was for bruisers... neither had
cared for the flavor or more so the after taste when kissing a beer drinker.


- - - To be continued???  - - -

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