Date: Mon, 10 Jun 2002 09:25:12 EDT
From: SCASS3254@aol.com
Subject: Brad's Story

        Brad listened to the sounds of the street, the honking horns,
blaring radios, sirens screaming at all hours and somehow they didn't
disturb him. He claimed that the noise of the  city lulled him to sleep
at night and although he was alone and lonely, there was no place that he
would rather be. It had been two years since Tom's death and the thought
of moving to Florida or some other God forsaken retirement community
didn't appeal to him. Even though at times he was unhappy, the thought of
giving up friends and the things that he loved, would be foolish notion
at this stage of his life.

         He stood staring out the window of his second floor apartment
behind a potted plant like some spy in a grade B  movie at a constuction
worker that he had been watching all day. He never thought of himself as
a voyeur but peering at this beefy man excited him to the point this his
dick was pressing hard against his gaberdine trousers. The man was big,
standing over six feet tall and through the binoculars that he had found
in a drawer, he appeared to be around Brad's age. His once muscular body
had grown soft over the years and his large round belly hung over his
belt line but he was strong as evidenced by the heavy equipment that he
lifted with ease. Brad moved slowly down the man's body taking him all
in. He wore a ripped, cutoff T shirt and patches of flesh peeked through
revealing smooth skin with a fleshy chest and round nipples that strained
against his sweat stained shirt.  On his right shoulder was a tatoo of a
woman's name and Brad wondered who Margo was and was she sharing his bed.
Through the prisms of glass, he zeroed in on the man's handsome face and
thick graying hair that was stylishly cut. His face was bronzed from the
sun and his eyes the color of the sky. He had a small scar over his right
eyebrow and his Roman nose added character to his face. His hands were
calloused and there was no wedding ring on his finger. The looking glass
revealed strong legs but when he turned around, it was his beautiful ass
that Brad keyed on. When he bent over, his jockeys creeped up over his
tight fitting jeans revealing round, firm buns

       As a kid, Brad liked heavier, older men and twink and muscular men
didn't turn him on. Although, he thought his proclivity strange, he
accepted it and pursed it. He met Tom at a bar and he was heavy and ten
years older then Brad. They had lived together for over thirty years
until his death. He was a chubby chaser and now looking at his own body,
he laughed that he was becoming his own competition.  In the last month,
Brad had had a wet dream, something that he hadn't had since he was a
teenager. Stirings within began bubbling to the surface that made him
realized he was still alive and needed someone to love. Friends had tried
to introduce him to other men but he always compared them to Tom and he
was frustrated. Now, looking at this husky construction worker he knew
that he was ready and needed someone to love and be with. Tom was dead
over two years and Brad was no longer the confident kid he once was but
an older man who was lonely and a little frightened of what the future
offered.

        The phone rang and Brad ran to answer it and cut the conversation
short. He ran back to the window hoping that Mr. Beautiful ass would
still be there and when he was, Brad was Happy.

        In the fading sunlight, Brad watched the man looking up at his
window and pointing his finger at him shouting something that he couldn't
make out. Brad stood there motionless as the man stood there waving at
him unable to move as he heard, "You, up there." There wasn't anger in
the voice but Brad dropped the binoculars on the floor wanting to run but
didn't. He was caught looking and with spyglasses no less. He heard the
man call out again and then wave.

        "Hi there," he shouted. "My name is Robert. Aren't you going to
invite me up?"

        Brad face was flushed and his heart was beating when the man waved
and shouted again, "My name is Robert, aren't you going to invite me up?"

        Brad looked out the window making sure that none of his neighbors
were about and debated for a second whether to invite him up, then
answered. "Sure, he said, "apartment 2D. I'll tell the doormen that
you're coming up."

       Brad hurried to the bathroom, looked at himself in the mirror and
shrugged. He was still a handsome man but over the years had gotten sadly
out of shape. With Tom's illness he had gotten heavier and his round
belly a testament to his nervous eating habits and worry. He had put on
the pounds and now he himself was a chubby, chubby chaser. Quickly, he
brushed his teeth, combed his hair and dabbed on his favorite cologne
when the doorbell rang.

        Suddenly he panicked. What was he doing inviting some stranger up
to his apartment? He had never done anything crazy like that before. But,
despite his apprehensions, he opened the door to find Robert framed in
the doorway with a smile on his face.

         "Do you have a beer?" he asked. His smile was infectious. "I've
been dying for one all day. Have you ever had that feeling when you
wanted something and could taste it all day? That's me."

        It wasn't the greeting that Brad had expected"  But instead he
answered, "all the time. Come on in."

        Robert was handsome and suddenly Brad felt old and tired. How
could he gracefully extricate himself without offending Robert who was
hotter looking up close and in person then through the lens of field
glasses?

        Robert followed Brad into a large, sunny living room and stood
there while Brad went to get his beer. The room was painted a soft yellow
and when sunlight flooded the room it was warm and comforting. It was a
place that Robert wouldn't mind spending time in. Classical music played
softly in the background and the room was beautifully decorated. There
were interesting pieces from all over the world that dazzled the eye
impressing Robert that the man who lived here was cultered and well
travelled.

        Brad brought in the beer and handed it to Robert.

        "It's a beautiful room," Robert said. "I  love the paintings.
They're so full of life." He walked to a large floral watercolor hanging
over a couch. "This is really quite lovely.The artist has a feel for
color and must have the same zest for life. The flowers jump out at you.
I would say that the person who painted this is sensitive and gentle."

         "The artist use to be that way. I painted that when my friend
Tom became ill. As a kid I use to draw and with time on my hands it kept
me busy and occupied."

        "It's beautiful," Robert said with appreciation. "I wish I could
do something as wonderful as that." He sipped his beer. "Thanks for the
beer. I tasted it all day like I use to taste my mother's spaghetti and
meat balls when I was a kid and couldn't wait to get home for supper." He
was big, but there was a gentleness that came through. "My mom was a
wonderful cook but her spaghetti and meatballs were out of this world."
He patted his belly. "We Italians love to eat and he laughed. It was a
hearty laugh. "With my Mom there were three of us but she always cooked
for an army."

        Brad smiled. There was something ingratiating about Robert that
he liked. Brad use to crave Tom's meat loaf and couldn't wait to get home
from the office to eat it.

        "The man can smile," Robert said.

        Brad smiled again. He was fifty-five with keen blue eyes and fine
features. He wore his hair short and was graying at the temples.  "Yes,
the man can smile," he responded. "My name is Brad Eliot. Come and sit
down. My manners are failing me this afternoon."

        "And my is Robertino Caruso." He put out his hand to shake and it
was strong and firm. "I changed it to Robert years ago over and my mom
and dad were heartbroken and didn't understand how I could do it. I'm
just glad I wasn't named Enrico." Robert sat down started to say
something but stopped.

        "Cat got your tongue?" Brad said feeling more at ease.

        "I was going to say but thought better of it was that you were
watching me work this afternoon."

        Brad blushed but quickly responded. "I plead guilty to the charge
and now that you're here,  I'm not sorry for looking."

        "I'll tell you something else," Robert said. "I was looking at
you."

        "Looking at me?" Brad said surprised.

        "I saw you staring and thought how handsome you looked in the
window trying so hard not to be obvious but you were."

        Brad sat there silently not knowing what to say.

        "Cat, got your tongue?" Robert smiled showing straight even
teeth. "Yes, I thought you were handsome. I like older men with some meat
on their bones. I hope I'm not embarrassing you? You may not even be gay
but I was hoping you would be."

        "I'm gay and I'm flattered," Brad said flustered. "It has been a
long time since anybody has paid any attention to me."

        "That's because you haven't been out to the bars or surfing the
web." Robert smiled warmly. "Then you would know how many guys are out
there wanting somebody like you."

        "Are you sure, you're not a politician running for office? You
say all the right things."

        Robert reached out and put his hand on Brad's knee. It was done
so naturally that Brad wasn't surprised but he immediately got an
erection that bulged through his pants. If Robert noticed he didn't make
a comment. "Is that a picture of your friend?" he asked pointing to a
picture of Brad and Tom on an end table.

        Brad took the picture and held it for a second and looked at two
men smiling and sighed. "Yes," Brad said. "It was taken a few years
before Tom got sick. He died a few years ago."

        Robert nodded. "I know what you're going through. My friend
Peter, died four years ago and for a time I never thught that I would
make it. I vegetated for over a year and then suddenly I woke up one
morning and knew that life goes on and that I had to start living again.
Tom was a handsome man and so are you."

        "Are you sure, you're not running for office?"

        "I'm sure. I am having enough trouble keeping my crew together
for the renovation work that we're doing on this building. Always
something going wrong." He smiled and he had a dimple. "So you're the guy
that's getting me up early in the morning with all the banging?"

        "That's me. Funny, but I enjoy construction work. I was a lawyer
but hated it."

        "A lawyer?" Brad voice rose. He took another look at Robert.
"Funny, how we judge people without knowing anything about them."

        Robert laughed and his belly rolled and Brad imagined what he
looked like without his shirt. "The old clich, you can't tell a book by
it's cover. You, I suspect were a stock broker or CPA."

        "Neither. I ran an import-export business as you can see from the
things all over this room. They're from places I traveled to and a
reminder of what a good life I had with Tom. As a kid, I wanted to see
the world and pretty much have done so. When Tom got ill, I sold the
business to take care of him. He was the lawyer." Brad looked at Robert
and smiled. "How come construction?" Brad looked down and could see the
bulge in Robert's pants and he smacked his lips wondering what treasure
was hidden there.

        "My dad ran this small construction company and when he got ill,
I took over. As I said, I hated being a attorney with their pomposity. No
disrespect intended since Tom was one. I just didn't like it. Being a
competitive guy I turned my father's company into a big business and I'm
having fun running it. Sure there are problems but the business is mine
and if I don't like the client or job, I tell them to stick it. Not the
best attitude in the world but it works for me."

        "Is Margo, your wife?" Brad said pointing to Robert's arm.

        "Margo, he laughed and held his arm and rubbed the tatoo. "The
foolishness of youth. Yes, Margo was my wife as in past tense. I married
her when I was a kid because of pressure and family obligations knowing I
was gay and hoping I would change but I didn't. Women just don't have the
plumbing that I wanted and needed. It wasn't long after our marriage I
was out cruising and picking up guys. She suspected it so we came to an
understanding and divorced. We didn't have kids and we have remained
friends over the years. She's married to a nice guy and her oldest son is
named after me." He checked his watch. "I have to run, business calls and
as much as I enjoyed talking to a handsome man, I have to go. Thanks for
inviting me up and for the beer." He got up to leave and Brad walked him
to the door hoping his erection wasn't obvious.

        "I hope that I am not being too bold, "Robert said. "There's a
bar not far from here that I think you'd like. The food is good and it's
more like a club and the people are nice and they cater to guys like us."
He put his hand on Brad's belly and held it there.  "Some night can I
call you for dinner?"

        "Yes, I would like that. I would like that a lot." He gave Robert
his number and hoped that he would call. He watched as Robert walked down
the hallway and whispered to himself, "what a beautiful ass."


			      A week later...


        "I never knew that this place existed," Brad said, looking around
the crowded bar filled with older and heavier men and what Brad would
have referred to in the old days as a Wrinkle Room. There was cruising,
laughter and men off in corners talking. A piano player played show tunes
in the background as they finished their dinner. The atmosphere was
relaxed and friendly and where men came to have a drink and meet friends
instead of sitting at home alone

    "Thank you, Robert," Brad said.  "I've had a really nice time and I'm
glad that you asked me. I've been alone so long that I didn't realize
that there is a world out there for people like me who might be just as
lonely, but are doing something about it. Would you like to come back to
the apartment for a nightcap?" Brad asked.

    "I was hoping that you would ask." Robert smiled and took Brad's hand
and held it.

    Brad looked at Robert in the light of the dimly lit room. For the
first time in a long time, Brad felt free and relaxed and was enjoying
himself. He had no feelings of guilt about wanting to have sex, which he
did with the man who sat across from him. Robert was handsome in his blue
blazer and a shirt that matched his eyes. He was warm, charming,
intelligent and made Brad laugh, something he hadn't done in a while.

    They left the bar and walked home and as Brad was fixing them a
drink, Robert came up behind him and held him around the waist and
planted a kiss on his neck. The scent of his cologne was masculine.
Robert took his hand and opened Brad's shirt and put his hand on Brad's
nipple and massaged it gently. Brad turned and  kissed him softly on the
lips.

    "You're a very attractive man Robert," he said and took his hand and
led him into the bedroom.

     Brad felt himself stir when Robert kissed him and reached out and
put his hand on his organ. it sprang to life as Robert massaged it and
strained to get out of his briefs.

    "I sensed that you had a big one the other day when I saw it bulging
out of your pants and now I know just how big." He said and tugged at the
zipper gently. Slipping his hand inside Brad's briefs, he took out his
cock and put his lips on the head of Brad's swollen member and kissed it
lovingly.  "What a beautiful tool this is, he smiled and took it into his
mouth. Brad let out a gasp as Brad licked at the swollen head gently.
"You poor man," Robert said. "How long has it been since a man has made
love to you?"

    "Over three years," he said as Robert sucked on his dick.

    He then unbuttoned Brad's shirt slowly, each button that he opened,
revealed parts of his chest that Robert kissed tenderly. His lips
lingered on the silken hair between Brad's pectorals and heard Robert's
heart beating with excitement. When his shirt was removed, Robert placed
it on a chair, then loosened Brad's belt and took off his pants. He
undressed him slowly until he stood there naked and Robert gazed at his
body. Brad's organ was large and thick and although Robert wasn't a size
queen he wanted it. He reached out and held it in his hand feeling it
twitch involuntarily as he played with it.

    "It's been so long that I've been with a man that I hope I don't
disappoint you."

    Brad felt warm lips and then a tongue tasting of wine and mint slip
into his mouth. Robert playfully circled the outside of Brad's lips with
his tongue, then moving softly pass his teeth until he found Brad's
tongue and sucked gently on it as they stood locked in each other's arms.
"The man can kiss." Robert laughed.

    In the light from a lamp, Brad watched as Robert undressed. There was
something sexual watching a man take off his clothing slowly exposing
parts of his body that Brad had visualized in his mind. Robert's chest
was smooth with a small patch of graying hair between his fleshy
pectorals. His nipples were large and his belly round. The bulge in his
jockeys made Brad salivate and he reached out and gripped Robert's dick
through the cotton fabric and took it from its hiding place. Brad's
quivered at Robert's tool which was thick and uncut. The veins on his
shaft stood out as Brad kissed it softly as his mouth caressed the hood.
He licked at the ample foreskin which he milked back exposing the head
that peeked through and now wet with pre cum. He ran his tongue along the
rim, tasting the thick liquid gathering each drop on his tongue as he
licked hungrily as the rabbit came out of the hat.  Robert looked into
Brad's eyes and touched his hair affectionately, then kissed him on the
forehead. They lay down besides each other and held one another for a
long time, not moving, nor speaking, each understanding the others needs
and Brad was forever grateful. He kissed Robert with tenderness and then
with a passion that had been building within him up for years as he was
released from his self- imposed prison

    Robert's tongue drew circles around Brad's nipple and he responded
pushing his nipple into Robert's mouth as he sucked hungrily like a child
at its mother's breast. He squeezed Brad's other nipple with his hand
that had it standing at attention. His thick mane of hair was buried in
Brad's chest until his nipples were hard as cherry pits. The were
sensitive to the touch but Brad wanted them pinched and played with and
Robert complied, licking at them until he could no longer bear it.
Robert's tongue explored Brad's body, finding places that excited him and
he  thrilled him with kisses as he moved slowly down his body licking at
his bellybutton, until his face was nestled in the silky mound of graying
hair. His mouth found Brad's huge organ as his fingers stroked his
balls.  Like a reptile he engulfed Brad's organ in one swallow, his
saliva making it easier for him to take the huge piece into in mouth
without gagging.  Brad's back arched with excitement as Robert made love
to his cock.  His tongue ran up and down the shaft and he twirled his
tongue around the head now swollen and glistening with pre cum as he
worked on the head turning his own head round and round as Brad gripped
Robert's hair and moaned.   He licked his balls, taking in one at a time
in his mouth and sucking at each one tenderly. He lifted Brad's legs and
licked at a spot under his balls and close to his ass leaving Brad
breathless as his tongue found his touch hole. His tongue Robert teased
the rosebud licking at it, tasting the sweetness hitting nerve ending
that had Brad on the edge as his mouth found areas of pleasure that Brad
never knew existed.  He gently inserted his finger into Brad's ass and
Brad felt the juice dripping from his cock. Robert was loving and gentle
and Brad wanted him to fuck him. It had been so long and he needed a
man's dick inside of  him to feel alive again.

    "That's a beautiful piece of meat you have," Robert said as he
squeezed it in his hand and sucked on it. "My ass needs a lot of loving
and I know this baby is going to take care of me."

    "Let me take care of you," Brad answered. "I want you to fuck me."

    Robert looked at Brad tenderly and responded. "I will, but tonight I
wanted you to enjoy me. In time we shall explore each other's body so we
know what the other desires." Robert was prepared and had a rubber and a
small tube of KY ready. He put the rubber on Brad throbbing dick and
rubbed  some lubricant on the condom, his hand stroking the rubber back
and forth making Brad moan with pleasure.  He then inserted the liquid
into his own ass until he was satisfied that he was ready. "Last week
when I saw your erection bulging through your pants, I wanted you inside
of me," Robert said huskily. "That was all I thought about at work this
week and now I shall have my wish."

    Brad looked at Robert's round buns like two ripe cantaloupes and
kissed them, feeling them and then rubbing the tip of his dick slowly
against the crack of Robert's ass. His dick was like steel, smooth and
hard as he gently rocked against him. He shivered with excitement as
Robert took his right hand and reached back and guided Brad's dick into
him.

      "That's it baby, let it slide in. I know it's been a while for you
so let's take it easy and when you feel you might be cumming stop and
pull it out. I want to enjoy this as much as you."

    Brad moved slowly moving the head of his massive cock into Robert so
he got use to the size of his dick before he was fully inside of him."

    "I want to be impaled on that cock of yours," Robert said and wiggled
back and forth until Brad could feel his balls flapping against Robert's
ass.

    Brad  hadn't realized how wonderful it was to be inside a man  again
loving him and giving him his love.

   "Oh, yes, that feels so good," Robert said. "Make love to me Brad. Let
me feel your heat.

    Hearing Robert talk was a turn on for Brad and he felt powerful as
his tool moved inside of him first like train moving out of a station and
then picking up steam.

    "Oh, give it to me baby. Make my ass behave and do what you want with
it."

   Brad felt Robert's fleshy tits, his nipples getting larger as he
rubbed and squeezed them applying pressure making Robert moan as his
nipples grew in Brad's fingers. "Squeeze them harder," Robert implored
and the harder Brad squeezed the more Robert responded, moving his ass
from side to side as he took Brad's thrusts and cried out huskily. Oh,
baby, don't stop, give me your love."

    Brad's hand roamed Robert's torso, his belly, soft and smooth as he
moved it lovingly across his body. Robert held Brad's other hand as he
moved inside of him. Brad felt Robert's cock which was hard and dripping
pre cum. He tasted the sweet seminal fluid, sticky on his fingertips and
thick as glue and he wanted to taste him again and again.

    "Oh, baby, fuck me," Robert cooed as Brad's pace quickened, his balls
flapping against Robert's beautiful buns.The movement of his hips, the
tensing of his muscles as he moved inside of him had Robert slick with
sweat. "Love me with that beautiful tool of yours."

     Brad felt himself ready to cum and stopped abruptly and pulled out
fearing he if he continued he wouldn't be able to stop and he wanted this
feeling to last forever. He kissed Robert's neck and ran his hand over
his body and his hand rested on his ass. He spread Robert's legs apart
and inserted his fingers inside of him and felt his wetness. Robert's
buttocks rose to meet Robert's fingers and to get better penetration as
he moved up and down on Robert's fingers moaning with delight.

     Brad felt the excitement building within him and he reentered Robert
sliding it gently into him and holding his hips as he began to thrust
slowly at first with just the head letting Robert feel his massive tool
as it engulfed him. His dick felt like it belonged inside him as they
moved as one and Robert's ass responded to his loving.

   "Oh, Brad, please come inside of me I am ready for you. Give it to me,
give me your sweet load."

   Brad wanted desperately not to cum but he knew he couldn't hold out.
Robert's cries of passion, his moving with Brad quicker and quicker and
he was ready.

    "Fill that rubber with your hot juice," Robert cried out as he felt
Brad's throbbing dick ready to shoot and the estasy took Robert's breath
away.

       "I'm cumming," Brad shouted and exploded inside of Robert for what
seemed like an eternity as Robert held him inside of him.

   "Leave the rubber on, Robert said and let me take it off

    They laid there not moving, each drenched in sweat until their
breathing returned to normal and Brad limp dick slipped from Robert's
ass. He kissed his buns.

      Sapped of any strength, Brad lets Robert take the rubber off of his
cock. He held the rubber, almost filled to the brim with Brad's load and
lifted it to his mouth and let the semen slide from the rubber and into
his mouth. "I knew you would taste sweet," he said, "and I had to have
that beautiful load from a beautiful man. Was it all right for you? I
wanted you to enjoy it as much as I knew I was going to and babe, I want
you inside of me again and again."

      Somehow that gesture inflamed Brad with passion that he took
Robert's throbbing cock into his mouth and sucked it with such fervor
that Robert quickly exploded in his mouth. He tasted his load filling his
mouth at the back of his throat and let it roll on his tongue and savored
the sweet taste until he swallowed it. He wanted more of this man who
made him feel alive again

    "Not only can the man kiss and fuck, but he sure knows how to suck.
Would you mind if I stay the night?" Robert asked

       Brad kissed him long and hard. The sweet taste of Robert's load
still in his mouth as he answered. "Only if we can make love again like
we just did in the morning."

     Robert returned the kiss. "I want that with you Brad." He held him
close to him and they lay there and fell asleep in each other's arms.