Date: Wed, 25 Dec 2002 10:32:44 EST
From: SCASS3254@aol.com
Subject: Kismet

				  Kismet
			     by scass3254@aol

	Michael Stone stood alone as waves crashed against the massive
boulders that guarded the shoreline sending sprays of white foam into the
air. He stood there in the wet packed sand as water rushed in around his
ankles and listened to the lonely sound of a foghorn in the distance. There
was solitude here, a quiet time to reflect but it only exacerbated his
loneliness as nighttime approached.

	He passed a lone jogger as he made his way home to his beach house
watching the last vestiges of the sun plunge into the sea leaving ribbons
of crimson and cobalt blue as darkness fell.

	As he entered the house, the phone rang and he rushed to answer
it. He picked it up and heard an unfamiliar voice and detected the man's
nervousness.

	"Is this Michael Stone?" a husky voice inquired.

	"Who's calling?" Michael responded figuring it was another
telemarketer and he was in no mood for solicitations at this hour.

	"My name is Bart Howard. I don't think that you would remember me,"
his voice now tentative. "Happy Anniversary," he said with a smile in his
voice.

	"I think you have the wrong Michael Stone," Michael replied ready
to hang up.

	"Don't hang up. Did you have a bypass operation four years ago?"
the voice quickly responded.

	Michael's hand instinctively touched his heart and he felt the
zipper marks that ran down his chest. The gray hairs of his beefy chest
partially concealed the scar. Had it been four years already?

	"Yes, I did have a bypass operation. Do I know you?"

	"Probably not. I was the man who administered CPR the night that
you collapsed at the concert hall. We never had the pleasure of meeting.
Let's say you were in no condition that evening."

	Michael felt his heat beating faster.

	"I'm a nurse and lucky for you I was there that night as it was my
lips that brought you back to life." He said it with humor and Michael
laughed. "I had a hard time finding you."

	So this was the man that had saved his life. He had been told that
somebody had administered CPR that night but he never discovered whom it
was.

	 "Bart, that night was and still is a mystery to me. All I remember
was walking up steps to a concert that I drove to Frisco to hear and the
next thing I know is that I'm in the hospital having a triple bypass. My
memory of people and things that night are amnesia-like. So forgive me for
not thanking you sooner for saving my life."

	"No thanks are necessary. I found out that you lived in the San
Diego area and was just checking up to see how you were doing. When the
medics took you away that night, I was certain that you were a goner. I
prayed that you would make it. Funny, but I was so upset by what had
happened that I never saw the concert myself."

	"Are you calling from Frisco?"

	"No. I happen to be in town looking at job opportunities and wanted
to know that you were all right. If you're wondering why I'm calling out of
the blue, it's quite simple. The night that you collapsed, I learned that
my best friend's son was murdered around the same time. Somehow saving your
life suddenly became important to me. Four years ago today is when it
happened."

	"How long are you going to be in town?" This sensitive man touched
Michael. "I would like to show my appreciation if you're free. I would love
to take you out to dinner so I can meet the man whose lips brought me back
to life."

	"I'd like that. I leave on Sunday."

	"How about tomorrow for lunch or dinner?"

	"I have a job interview tomorrow afternoon but I'm free tomorrow
night."

	They arranged to meet the following evening at Bart's hotel.
Hearing from Bart brightened Michael and the funk that he had found himself
in had dissipated. Michael wondered what Bart looked like? How old was he?
Was he married? Was he Gay? Michael fixed himself a Scotch and sat down on
the sofa wondering if there was such a thing as kismet.

	Michael Stone was a man of sixty with a head of gray hair and a
full beard that was neatly trimmed. Piercing gray eyes and a strong face
added to his masculinity. He had owned a large real estate business and the
open-heart surgery was a wakeup call for him that it was time to reevaluate
his life and what was left of it. He had been divorced for over ten years
when his wife discovered that he was gay and her vindictiveness turned his
two children against him. He hadn't seen them for the last ten years. They
were living in Europe and his repeated efforts to contact them had been
rebuffed.  Michael was tall standing over six feet tall and heavy. Each
week he looked in the mirror and promised himself that he was going on a
diet to lose weight. Time had been kind to him and he didn't look his
age. He took a long swallow from his drink and thought of his meeting
tomorrow evening.

	Bart Howard was "hot" with blond hair that was stylishly long and a
body that most men dreamed about but would never have. This Adonis that had
saved his life was around thirty years old with clear blue eyes. When he
smiled he radiated warmth. He hugged Michael and Michael felt his muscles
as he pressed against him.

	"Are you sure you don't remember me?" Bart asked with a toothy grin
that showed his dimples. His eyes were pale blue and he had long lashes
that added softness to his face.

	Michael laughed easily. "If somebody had his lips on my mouth that
looked like you, I surely would have remembered, heart attack or not."

	"Let me look at you," Bart said. "You look wonderful."

	"And so do you. You have no idea have happy I am to finally meet
you in person. I tried to find out who you were but nobody seemed to know."

	"Truth is that I didn't want to get involved. I have so little free
time working that I guard my privacy. Through friends at the hospital I
learned who you were and thought I would call since I was in town."

	"I'm so glad that you did. Aren't you still in nursing?"

	"No. I'm one of the burnouts. It happens and things haven't gone
well for me the last few years. My lover got ill and I took off time and
was let go. Money became a problem with his illness and I don't want to
sing a sad song but I've pretty well used up my funds. I have come to San
Diego to find a job and with the economy and what's happening with the
world, things are tough. I have an appointment with a family in La Jolla as
a private nurse. A friend who is now taking care of the old man recommended
me. Let's talk about you."

	That evening was like a tonic for Michael and he checked the clock
and it was after one.

	"It's getting late," Bart, said. "Would I be out of order if I
asked you back to my room for a night cap?"

	"I would love it if it's no imposition."

	"None at all. "I must warn you."

	"That sounds ominous."

	"It is. I find you very attractive. Have from the moment my lips
touched yours. I don't know if you're gay or not but I wanted to make my
intentions clear so there was no misunderstanding."

	"That's the second time today that you've brightened my day. First
was your call and now telling me that you find me attractive. Not very
often that I hear that from anybody and especially from someone that looks
like you."

	"People assume because I like older men that I'm a hustler. I have
always been attracted to older men with some meat on their bones. Have been
since I've been a kid."

	No sooner had the door to the room closed that Bart was in
Michael's arms kissing him. There was a hunger to his kisses that took
Michael's breath away. Bart's lips were full as he parted his lips to take
Michael's tongue into his mouth. Their tongue touched and bolts of
electricity shot through Michael as they held each other tightly. Bart took
off Michael's shirt slowly, his hand reaching inside and feeling his fleshy
chest, his fingers lingering on his nipple. He squeezed it gently and
Michael gasped as Bart's fingers massaged the nipple slowly in his hand
until they had risen and were hard. With his shirt opened, Bart sucked at
his nipples, first one and then the other making Michael hold Bart's face
close to his body. Bart took Michael's hand and led him to the bed and
finished undressing him then himself. Michael watched with admiration as
Bart lay next to him marveling at this beautiful man with the hard body
that was beside him. Why him he thought to himself? Why now after all this
loneliness?

	Bart mouth was hungry and his hands busy as they roamed Michael's
body, caressing him as his lips kissed his body as he made his way down to
his pubic hairs. Bart nestled his face in the soft silky hair as his
fingers massaged both of Michael's nipples.

	Am I in heaven Michael thought as Bart explored his body? Suddenly
Michael felt the warmth of a tongue as it gently flicked at the head of his
organ. It was done with amazing slowness as parts parted and were on his
fleshy cock that was now stiff and hard. Michael was in ecstasy as Bart's
mouth expertly worked the head, his tongue twirling around the rim and then
slowly down the shaft. Saliva filled Bart's mouth as he sucked a little
faster, his mouth taking more and more of Michael's cock into his mouth. It
was a large cock and Michael murmured as Bart fondled his balls. His hands
were rough and calloused which surprised Michael but he was enjoying the
sensation as Bart's tongue licked at one of his balls and then the
other. Slick with saliva, the hairs slicked down, Bart took in one of
Michael's balls into his mouth and sucked it gently. Then he did the other
and Michael thought he would climax.

	"Oh, Bart, was all Michael could utter as Bart began to suck him
with a ferocity that he had never know. His mouth was like a suction cup as
he deep throated Michael's cock making him cry out in joy. Michael knew he
was ready and Bart sensed it as he sucked faster and faster and Michael
cried out as he came in Bart's mouth. Bart sucked the sweetness as it
poured from Michael's cock until he was drained. He lay there happy.

	The phone rang and Bart talked into the phone and sat besides
Michael.

	"Can I have a rain check? That was my friend. The meeting has been
changed for seven in the morning. It's late and I want to be at my best.
Can I see you again?"

	"I'd like that. I don't like to hit and run and I wanted to take
care of you."

	"I want that too."

	Michael drove home happier then he had been in a long time. Not
only was Bart handsome, he was bright, witty and compassionate. He parked
the car and entered the house and slept soundly.

	The phone's ringing awakened him.

	"Michael Stone," a voice asked.

	With sleep in his voice, Michael answered yes.

	"Mr. Stone, this is Bart Howard. You probably don't remember me."

	"Is this a joke? Bart you're also a jokester too."

	There was silence on the other end and then the voice responded.

	"He's contacted you already. I was afraid of that. The reason, I'm
calling you is to warn you."

	Michael sat up in bed, now fully awake.

	"What do you mean warn me?"

	"The Bart Howard that you met is not Bart Howard. He is
impersonating me."

	"Is this some sort of a macabre joke, it is isn't it? Tell me that
it is. I had dinner with Bart Howard last evening." Suddenly, Michael's
voice took on a metallic edge.

	"The man you had dinner with is Brad Carter. He's a hustler. He's
very clever. Probably told you he was a nurse and his lover was ill and
died and he is out of money. Mr. Stone, I'm ashamed to say that he was my
former lover or I thought that he was and he played me like he is now
trying to play you."

	"How do I know that you are who you claim to be?"

	"Good question. I'm calling from the hospital now. Call and ask for
Bart Howard. Here is the main number. Ask for the emergency ward. I'm
calling from there now." He gave Michael the number and hung up.

	Shocked, Michael tried to gather his thoughts and then he became
angry. He dialed the number. It was in San Francisco and he was put through
to the emergency ward. A woman called out Bart's name and then Michael
heard Bart Howard's voice. They spoke.

	"Don't keep the date with him. Beg off. Tell him that a business
deal came up and you will have to make it at a later date. I'm driving down
later this morning and should be there by early afternoon."

****************************************************************************

	Confused, angry and mad, Michael paced around the beach house
feeling annoyed at himself for being duped. Was it Brad's looks and body
that had captivated him? How was he to know that Brad wasn't who he claimed
to be? He had all the right answers. Now, Michael waited for the real Bart
Howard to show up or was he an impersonator too. Was this a scam and
Michael the innocent dupe?

	Bart Howard showed up at four and got out of the car. He was close
to Michael's age and carried a paunch around his middle as he walked up the
stairs. His hair was brown and cut short. He wore a shirt that was worn
outside of his pants to conceal his weight as heavy men often do. His arms
were muscular and hairy. He wore glasses and his eyes were brown. He was
attractive for an older man but not the Adonis Bart or Brad that he had met
yesterday.

	Michael came out to greet him and Bart smiled showing a warm
friendly face. It was round and pleasant looking.

	"So we finally meet," Bart said.

	Michael embraced him as he had Brad the following day.

	"I must say your call surprised and shocked the hell out of me.
Come in and let's have a drink so you can fill me in."

	Michael sat there with dismay written all over his face.

	"Why?" he asked. "Why me?"

	"Brad is an opportunist. He's bright and cunning and has used me. I
worked as a private nurse taking care of the old. Most of my clients were
rich and he used me to steal from them. I thought that he loved me but it
was an act. I guess I told him about what happened that night to you at the
concert and now he is here with a sad tale. He knows you probably have
money as he's probably checked you out. He's has a lover, young and
handsome and also a hustler. I sadly found that out and they work
together."

	"That was probably the call he got last night."

	"He's playing on your sympathy, the dead lover; lack of work and
hopefully you'll come through with a check.  I'm so sorry."

	"It's not your fault. The truth is that I was smitten by his looks
and that he found me attractive. He was charming and I did believe his
story. He did have sex with me and for the first time in a long time I felt
wonderful. Oh, yes, I was taken in hook, line and sinker and he would have
reeled me in. I would probably have taken him in and yes, probably have
given him money." Michael could see the tears in Bart's eyes.

	"He's a user, and that's not sour grapes. I was crazy about him and
he used that to his advantage. He told me that he liked heavier men and I
fell for it. I was lonely and he played on my loneliness and I guess that
is why I am here. I don't want what happened to me to happen to somebody
else. He showered me with affection that I had never known. He was
wonderful in bed and it was a tremendous boost for my ego. But in time, I
saw through his lies and deceit. For my own salvation, I threw him out. It
was tough because," he hesitated. "Do you have any idea what being older
and lonely without anybody is like? But I saw him for what he was and
didn't want to part of it anymore and it killed me to give up the only
happiness I have known. He called me recently to say goodbye and told me
that he was heading for San Diego. I don't know why but I thought of
you. I'm glad that I came. I didn't want you to get hurt. You seem like a
decent man."

	"Where are you staying?"

	"I have no plans. I'll find a place or drive back later today."

	"Stay with me. I have plenty of room and we could have dinner."

	The phone rang and it was Brad.

	"It's him," Michael said and was cool as he spoke into the phone.
"Brad, that is your real name, isn't it. It is Brad Carter. I know who you
are and what your scam is. The real Bart Howard is here with me now. Nice
try but you backed the wrong horse. I suggest that you leave town quickly
as I have a detective friend who should be visiting your hotel as soon as I
hang up so get out while you can. Don't ever contact me again."

	There was silence on the other end and then a click.

	"Did he say anything?" Bart asked.

	"He hung up. He won't be calling me again.  Now, let's me and you
go someplace special for dinner tonight."

	They had dinner at a place by the water that Michael liked and he
found the real Bart charming. They talked about music and Bart's work. He
now worked in the emergency ward of a large hospital and loved it. It was
challenging and he was never bored. He had been gay as long as he could
remember and married right after he got out of the navy but it didn't
last. He had been gay ever since. They walked home along the beach and sat
at a boulder looking at the sea. Michael put his hand around Bart's
shoulder and kissed his sweetly on the cheek.

	"What's that for?"

	"For coming to my rescue and saving me a lot of trouble. I like you
am very vulnerable and Brad was very persuasive."

	They sat there, their bodies pressed against one another as beams
of light from the moon danced on the water. The smell of Bart's cologne
lingered in the air. Michael took his hand and held it. His fingers were
strong. They didn't move, just sat on the rock, their legs pressing against
one another.

	"Would you like to come into the house? I could build a fire and we
could have a drink before we hit the sack."

	"I was hoping for more. I like you Michael. In a way I'm glad that
Brad got us together."

	They held hands and walked into the house and kissed. Michael
looked at the heavy man who stood in front of him and kissed him tenderly
on the lips. Bart returned his kiss and held him close.

	"I'm not Brad. I'm just a lonely old man who wants to be loved."

	"And so am I." He kissed Bart and his tongue slipped into his
mouth. Their tongues touched and there was sweetness to their kisses. They
began to undress each other, and stood there naked in front of the fire
that Michael had built. Michael's hands caressed Bart's beefy chest, his
fingers running through the silky hairs. His tits were beefy and his
nipples firm as Michael put his lips to one of them and heard Bart moan
with delight. They lay down on a rug before the fire and held each other as
the flames licked at the wood. There was no need for talk as they touched
and fondled each other. Their kisses were now filled with passion as they
discovered one another. Bart kissed Michael's scar and ran his hands
gingerly down the length of it. His tongue traced a line down his body as
he found the softness of his pubic hair. They took turns exploring each
other and Michael wanted to taste Bart's sweetness. His hands roamed his
flesh and his rounded belly and liked the way it felt. Bart was of average
size and cut as Michael put his lips to the head of Bart's cock and with
his tongue flicked at the head like a lizard. His tongue tasted the pre cum
that had gathered at the head and he licked it. Michael wanted to please
this man. Last night he had been with an Adonis and now with a man who
looked like him; but he knew that their kissing and holding was genuine and
real. Michael gently spread Bart's beefy legs apart and got between them.
His thighs were strong and Michael kissed the inside of them as he moved up
to his scrotum and licked at his balls. He tongue moved upward, the saliva
making the fine hairs slick so they didn't catch in his mouth. They were
large and tasted of soap and sweat. Michael nuzzled his face between them
savoring his scent and licked at each ball until moans of pleasure emanated
from Bart's lips. Michael's held reached out and grabbed Bart's fleshy hips
and then took his penis into his mouth. The warmth of his mouth caressed
the head and he swirled his tongue around it slowly tasting the leaky pre
cum like a child a melting cone. His mouth took more and more of Bart's
cock into his mouth and he began to suck slowly. There was a deliberateness
to his rhythm as he worked from the head to the shaft and then the balls
and back again. He felt Bart move under him, his body moving against him
and he felt the softness of his flesh as he began to suck a little
faster. Now he twirled his tongue counterclockwise around the head, his
hand holding the shaft tightly. His hands roamed Bart's body feeling his
nipples that came alive in his fingers as he pinched them gently and felt
them, as they grew harder in his hand.

	"Oh, Michael, sweet Michael," Bart cried out in pleasure as Michael
could tell that he was getting ready to cum. Michael moistened his finger
and inserted it at the base of Bart's ass. He applied some pressure and
heard Bart whimper as he applied pressure until his finger slid into Bart's
ass. He took his time moving his finger inside of Bart who thrashed on the
floor as Michael sucked him and finger fucked him going deep and deep into
his tight, wet ass. Bart moaned with joy and danced on Michael's finger
calling out to him and throwing his hips into Michael's face as his fingers
worked his ass faster and faster. Michael sensed that Bart was ready to be
released and he wanted Bart's load, wanted to taste the man that gave him
life. Deliberately he sucked faster as his finger moved inside of him and
Michael knew he was ready to pop when Bart's sphincter clamped down on
Michael's finger and he began to shout.

	"I'm going to cum," he cried out, "oh, sweet mother," and unleashed
a load that filled Michael mouth to the back of his throat. It was like no
load that Michael had ever taken before. He milked Bart's cock until he
cried out and Michael knew the unbelievable sensitivity and he stopped. He
let the juice roll around in his mouth, tasted the creaminess and then
swallowed it. He moved up beside Bart who lay there contented.

	Bart held Michael close and Michael no longer felt alone in this
man's arms. Bart caressed his hair as his mother had done when he was a
child. Then kissed Michael's cheeks, eyes and lips. He parted them gently
and ran his tongue over his mouth gently and them moved inside of his mouth
and he tasted his own load and that made him hotter. Michael felt alive in
his arms.

	Bart moved down Michael's body slowly rubbing his soft flesh across
Michael skin. He licked his nipples and then moved down his body as his
mouth and tongue, nipped and kissed Michael gently him until his tongue
touched Michael's organ that was erect and twitching involuntarily. It was
a large and thick cock and Bart wanted to take it all. He moved slowly,
placing his mouth on the piss hole licking at it and then his tongue licked
the head back and forth trying to enter the piss hole to get the last
remnants of pre cum. As his mouth became accustomed to the size of
Michael's cock, he moved down the shaft teasing Michael as he licked and
sucked up and down making the intensity of his pleasure increase. His
fingers stroked Michael's balls as he began to suck moving up and down
using his mouth, tongue and lips to bring Michael pleasure. He lifted
Michael's legs into the air and held Michael's round buns, which were
sweating. Spreading his cheeks, Bart kissed one and then the other and his
tongue began to move up Michael crack until he saw what he was looking
for. He kissed the perineum and began to lick at it and then suck, his
tongue and mouth sending sparks throughout Michael body. Michael thrashed
on the floor, as Bart hit a spot that Bart never knew existed but it was
driving him wild. Bart's mouth was a hot flame as he sucked and tongued
Michael until he tongue found the rosebud and he licked it first lightly
and then with passion. It was like a hot fire and Michael cried out, as
Bart's tongue was magical as he probed at his sweetness making him throw
his ass into Bart's face. He wanted Bart to be inside of him, wanted his
love as Bart licked at him, his face covered with sweat and spit as he
brought Michael to the edge.

	"Fuck me," Michael cried out. "Put it inside of me. You gave me
life with your mouth now I want your seed inside of me."

	Bart didn't know if he was capable but Michael's words inflamed him
and he was hard again. He would please this man. He lifted Michael's legs
and put his dick against the crack of his ass and moved it feeling the
warmth of his body. Bart grabbed Michael's buns and spread his cheeks and
inserted his cock into his hole. Now Bart was hard like a bone left out in
the desert sun and he pushed against Michael's ass and felt his head force
it's way inside. Michael cried out in pain as Bart's tool invaded him. He
held Bart's arms tightly and Bart didn't force his dick into Michael but
let it stay there until Michael got use to. Michael began to move slowly
and Bart let him as the tightness of his ass as his dick found it's way
slowing creeping inside of Michael was a feeling that he never wanted to
end.  Michael moved his body until Bart could feel his balls against his
ass.

	"Oh, Bart, fuck me sweetheart. Make me cum."

	Bart took delight in fucking and only wanted to bring Michael
pleasure as he moved his meat inside of Michael with gentleness and
tenderness. He was making love to his ass and not just having sex. Michael
responded and touched Bart's Belly and called out his name, as he was being
loved. He grabbed his dick and began stroking it and looked at Bart who was
inside of him now moving quicker.

	"Oh, baby, give it me. Give me you love. I love you inside of me. I
want to feel it gush into me and I will feel complete."

	Bart now moved quicker as Michael stroked himself as he moved his
ass and hips to take Bart's thrusts.

	"Harder," he begged, "Fuck me harder."

	Bart was on fire, never knowing such joy as he pounded away now
with abandon but with a joy as he moved quicker and quicker, his shaft
moving inside of Michael and then out as he watched the head of his cock
plunging back into Michael's ass as he rocked back and forth to take Bart
inside of him. The tightness of Michael's ass gripped his dick and Bart
knew that he was going to cum and cried out,

	"I'm yours," and exploded inside of Michael who moved quicker and
quicker on Brad's dick and cried out himself.

	"I'm cumming too," and his load exploded hitting Bart on the chest
and belly as he milked his cock until there was nothing left. They didn't
move and then slowly Bart pulled out. He reached down and kissed Michael on
the lips. It was a loving kiss. They were quiet and then they went into the
shower and cleaned each other. They held each other tightly as the warm
water cascaded down their bodies kissing now not with lust but of two
people who cared about each other. They dried each other and sat naked
before the fire and looked into each other's eyes and knew that maybe it
was serendipity or maybe kismet but they had found one another.