Date: Mon, 2 Sep 2002 09:39:27 EDT
From: Tulsadriller7@aol.com
Subject: Route 66 Tour (REPLACEMENT)

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ROUTE 66 TOUR
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     PLEASE:  In a perfect world AIDS doesn't exist.  My
characters have unprotected sex.  I hope you use proper
precautions because I'd like you to be around the read the last
chapter of this story.

ROUTE 66 TOUR
By Tulsa Driller 7

     This trip almost didn't happen.  It was a result of a couple
of innocent remarks made while a group of us "older" men were
having brunch after the 11 o'clock mass at our church.  One of
the men in the group had invited me to join them shortly after I
moved to Tulsa and he and I became good, reliable friends who
enjoyed getting together to bend our elbows and either fix a meal
in our homes or go out to a nice restaurant.  The brunch was
casual and we never knew if there would be 2 or seven of us
eating together.  This particular day it was three of us.
     Charlie and Warren have been good friends for years, both of
their lovers died in the last few years.  Both live in beautiful
homes with back gardens and it is always a pleasure to be invited
for cocktails and a potluck dinner.  The usual attendance at
these little parties is from 6 or so, to maybe a dozen.  At 75
Charlie is the next oldest of the group and at 59, I'm the
youngest of the group.
     Anyway, the subject of discussion turned to the completion
of the dome for our state capitol building in Oklahoma City.
Charlie said that his father had worked for the construction
company that built the building in the 1920's.  For some reason,
probably money, the dome was never built.  We had a working oil
well on the building grounds, but guess it didn't produce enough
revenue to complete the building.  Charlie made the remark that
he'd like to go see the building, but didn't want to drive the
100-mile one-way trip by himself.
     I just made the remark, "I'd like to see it, too, maybe we
can go together."  Nothing more was said that day.  A few days
later Charlie called me, asking if I was serious.  He hadn't been
to Oklahoma City for quite a few years and wanted to see the town
again.  We talked about things we could see and do.  One was the
Memorial to those killed in the Murrah Building bombing.  I had
seen pictures and that alone was spooky in my thinking.
     Bricktown was new.  Oklahoma City had revitalized an old
downtown area, turning it into wonderful shops and restaurants
and built a new baseball stadium.
     We decided that the botanic gardens were a "must see" (I'd
been there before) and the "Cowboy Hall of Fame".  There were
other things of interest that I jotted down while talking.
     "Do you want to drive me over there one day?  Ill be glad to
pay the expenses for both of us."  Charlie then suggested we
drive his new Toyota Camry sedan, which at that point, had not
been driven more than 55 mph and had never been out of town.
     I said, "That would be fine, or we could take my Grand Prix
coupe.  It gets good gas mileage and I'm used to driving it."
     "We don't have to decide this today," he replied.  No date
was set, but we each thought it might be a good idea to wait for
cooler weather.
     With our schedules, Charlie and I didn't talk to each other
the next three weeks, but saw each other at church.  He always
went to coffee hour and I didn't.
     Two weeks ago he called me one morning to tell me of a tour
of the old Route 66.  Oklahoma has almost 400 miles of the old
highway (which was replaced by the Turner and Will Rogers
Turnpikes, I-44 and I-40 when they were built).  Almost the
entire new road was built on new right-of-way, leaving the old
road intact and designated as "SH 66" instead of U.S. 66.
     The tour was to start on a Tuesday morning in Oklahoma City
and two buses would carry the tour, working its way west to Erick
at mile 7 of I-40.  Old Route 66 ran through the middle of the
town.  Erick is the home of the Roger Miller Museum and Sheb
Wooley was from there, also.  They would have a tour guide on
each bus and would be making stops at points of interest as the
tour worked its way west.  Then, that night after dinner, the bus
would go back to Oklahoma City.
     Charlie suggested that we spend the day in Oklahoma City on
Tuesday, stay in a hotel and join the tour in El Reno (about 20
miles west of the city) the next morning, the second day.  There
were provisions at that point for people driving cars to join the
tour.  Instead of having a tour guide, we were given a cassette
tape and a player if we needed it.
     We met the group at the Fort Reno Visitor Center where we
were shown a clip of "Rain Man" the movie Dustin Hoffman and Tom
Cruise made.  That segment was filmed at the Big 8 Motel #117,
which is now called the "Deluxe Inn".  It didn't look it.
     As I expected, all the people on the tour of about 55 people
were past retirement age, except for three people.  There were
two women, probably in their 40's who were dressed like they
didn't know any better and shamelessly flirted with all the men.
The other person was a young man who was with an older lady, I
later found out was his grandmother.  He acted interested in the
tour and memorabilia and actually asked many questions, where no
one else did.
     Back on the bus, making a stop in Yukon, which is Garth
Brooks hometown.  The town was established in 1891, sixteen years
before Oklahoma became a state.  Then on to Bethany, which was
established in 1906 by the Nazarene Church.  There is a large
college on the church grounds.  We drove over the Lake
Overholster Steel Truss Bridge, which was on the original Route
66 and made the obligatory stop at a cluster of antique shops.
     We were in time for lunch at LaLouisian restaurant, a newer
building, but just off Interstate 44 which is the route of the
U.S. 66 bypass through Oklahoma City.
     I don't know how it happened, but Charlie and I were seated
at a table for four with the young man and his grandmother.  We
found out the young mans name was Andrew James McDermott, III and
his grandmother was Laura McDermott.  He was a stud, about 6'2",
auburn hair, a polo shirt showing lots of chest hair, and wearing
cargo shorts, showing very hairy legs.  They were both very
personable.  "A.J." as he wanted to be called had just completed
an MBA at the University of Oklahoma but hadn't found a job.
     Conversation was lively among the four of us and we touched
on a number of diverse subjects.  I hated to get back in the car
to continue the tour.
     Then we got to see the capitol building again.  We had
missed that it was on the tour, and then discovered that it had
been added at the last minute.  However, Charlie and I had been
in the building the day before whereas the tour only drove past.
     On to Edmond.  We drove past Sanders Camera Shop, which is
located in an old territorial schoolhouse.  Then it was pointed
out that Wiley Post (pilot of the plane in which he and Will
Rogers crashed and were killed) was buried in Memorial Park
Cemetery.  Then we stopped at the Edmond Historical Society
Museum for about 45 minutes.  Laura was born in Edmond in 1927
and had spent her life there, so filled is in on some local
history.  Edmond is almost 20 miles north of downtown Oklahoma
City.  Now you can hardly tell when you go from one city to the
other.  A piano stool that had been in her family when she was a
little girl is displayed in the museum.  She had given it to them
25 years before when her husband died and she moved into a
townhouse.
     The tour continued through Arcadia, Luther, Wellston, and
Warwick and stopped again in Chandler.  A stop was made at the
Pioneer History Museum.  Again, Laura filled us in on some local
history.  There were other points of interest here including
the Lincoln Motel, built in 1939, the Old Armory restoration
project.  Also, an old Phillips 66 "cottage style" station that
is being restored and a barn with advertising for Meramec Caverns
(near Stanton, Missouri) painted on the side.  It was the last
remaining advertising of this type on Route 66.
     Then on to Davenport, Stroud, Depew, Bristow, Kellyville,
Supulpa and then into Tulsa.  No more stops were made, but there
were plenty of interesting things to see and we picked up a lot
of Oklahoma history from the tape and brochures we had with us.
     We ate dinner on the southwest edge of Tulsa in a restaurant
that used to be a "Speak-Easy".  There was a small, sliding
window in the door of the building.  When you knocked on the
door, the doorkeeper would look out to see if he knew you or if
you had a password to be allowed to enter.  A reminder of the
failed experiment of national Prohibition.
     The tour was going to spend the night at a Best Western,
which was only about 5 blocks from where I lived.  As we started
to leave the restaurant, A.J. caught up with me and asked, "Are
you and Charlie together?"
     Not realizing what he was asking, I said, "Yes, I'm going to
take him home.  He lives about a mile from here, then go to my
own apartment which is right around the corner."
     "No, I mean are you guys a couple?"
     I about dropped my teeth.  "No, I said, just friends who
know each other from church."
     His next question was "What kind of nightlife is there
here?"
     "There's a couple of jazz clubs and several places that have
live music."
     "No, I mean for people like you and me."  He smiled that
glorious smile of his, showing a mouthful of even teeth.
     Catching his meaning, I said, "There are several gay bars.
The only one I've been to is nice, attracts business people as
well as college students and they have entertainment on some
nights.  But, I don't know the schedule for that."
     "Do you have any plans for the evening?"
     My thought was, 'Great, I'm being asked to haul a college
guy around to all the gay bars in town and I don't even know
where they are.'
     "No, not really."
     "Look, if you can go out, I'll buy the drinks and whatever
else there is, cover charges, whatever."
     I thought, 'Well, the motel where they are staying is not
out of my way to go home, so why not?'
     "That would be fine, but you don't have to buy."
     "Oh, I insist.  You've been great and grandmother really
likes you.  She thinks you can talk about anything.  She goes to
bed early and she's really tired tonight.  I don't want to sit in
the room by myself and don't have any way to go exploring by on
my own."
     Knowing what it is like to be in a strange town by myself, I
felt sorry for him and there certainly didn't seem to be anyone
else on the tour that he could "hang with" for the evening.
     "Okay, do you want to come with me while I take Charlie
home?"
     "I really should help get Grandmother settled in.  Can you
pick me up at the Best Western in a half hour?  That should give
us time to get our room keys and luggage.  Were supposed to be
pre-checked, so don't have to stand in line to register."
     "Okay, I'm driving a red Grand Prix coupe."
     "I've seen your car, so Ill be looking for you."
     I took Charlie home and didn't say anything to him about
playing tour guide.  I decided that I had about 20 minutes to
kill, and really would like to freshen up and at least put on a
different shirt.  So went to my apartment, took care of my
bladder, stripped off my clothes, and did a quick wash.  Fresh
deodorant and cologne then pulled a pair of Duckshead pants and a
maroon polo shirt out of my closet and put them on.
     I was ready to leave the house in 20 minutes.  There was
just one left turn on the four-block drive and I caught the turn
signal and didn't even have to stop.  I drove into the Best
Western parking lot, under the canopy.  There he was; A.J. was
carrying a backpack, slung over his left shoulder.
     "Can I put this in the trunk?" he asked.
     "Sure."  I reached over and pressed the button to pop the
lid."
     He dropped it in, then shut the lid and got in the passenger
seat.
     "I really appreciate you doing this.  It's only 9 o'clock
and I'm not tired so there is no use going to bed.  Thanks for
rescuing me."
     I started in the direction of downtown.  I knew about where
Renegades was, but wasn't really sure of the street, but knew Id
find it with no problem.  I thought it was on South Main Street
and it was - at 16th Street.  It was Tuesday night, so plenty of
places to park the car.
     We walked in and I was surprised, the music was not loud.
Several men were playing pool, a few dancing slowly and the rest
sitting at the bar or tables visiting with each other.  Several
were wearing suits, others Levis or shorts.  A couple of people
acknowledged our entrance and we found a table next to the dance
floor, but could see the pool tables.  The waiter, who was
wearing tight gray shorts, no shirt and a bow tie, took our
order.  We both ordered scotch and soda.
     I made the comment, "I'm surprised you drink scotch.  Most
people your age don't like it and either drink vodka or bourbon -
or beer."
     "My parents are scotch drinkers - or gin martinis, which I
like, too."
     I thought, 'I like you already,' and said, "If I'm at a
cocktail party and only going to have a couple of drinks, I like
martinis.  Otherwise, its scotch and soda for me.  At least most
of the time."
     Our drinks arrived immediately and before I could reach for
my billfold, A.J. pulled a bill out of his wallet to pay the
waiter, who told us his name was Randy.
     As he walked away, A.J. said, "I wonder if that's his name
or his condition."  We both had a good laugh.
     I just said, "Condition is good enough for me."
     We danced to a couple of slow numbers.  I didn't know who
had picked the music, but silently thanked them that it wasn't
the usual "head-banging music" generally found in bars.  I think
that's the main reason I never go to one unless somebody insists.
But this bar had a good reputation for attracting a wide
clientele.
     One of the pool games was over and a player approached our
table.  "Hi, I'm Tom.  Either of you gents interested in a game
of pool?"
     I looked at A.J.  "Go ahead if you want.  I don't know how."
     "Sure, Ill play a couple of games.  He picked up his drink
and headed toward the pool table.  I took mine and followed him
so I could watch.  They seemed to be pretty well matched, but I
only know the basic rules.  I spotted Dane, a fellow I knew from
church, and decided to find out about the other gay bars in town.
     He told me the names and location, offering to go with us.
I knew I could find any of the three with no problem, so
declined.  Meanwhile, Tom and A.J. played two games of pool, Tom
winning one and A.J. winning the other.  About that time another
guy walked up, telling A.J. that he'd like to play and wanted to
know if a $5 bet was okay.  A.J. told him no.
     He looked at me, mouthing, "Are you ready to go?"
     As we walked outside, he said, "I think I was being set up
to be hustled."
     I hadn't been paying attention to the other table, but A.J.
told me that the fellow who wanted to play him had won two games
from the other guy at $10 apiece.  He said, "I would rather play
for fun than money.  Too much pressure if there's money on the
game."
     I agreed.  "I hate it when people try to make a simple game
something it isn't."
     We got in the car and I told A.J. that I'd found out where
three more bars were and that none were too far away.
     He asked, "Do you have any liquor at home?  I'd rather just
go relax and visit.  If you need scotch, the liquor stores are
still open, aren't they?"
     I assured him that I had plenty of scotch, Dewars, Chivas
and Passport, which I normally drank myself.  I said, "There's
plenty of cheese and crackers there, too."
     "Well, what are we waiting for?  Lets go!"  He sounded
enthusiastic.
     I got on the Broken Arrow Expressway, then south on Harvard
and we were at my complex within 15 minutes.  I waved my gate
card in front of the sensor and drove into the parking lot after
the gate rolled open.
     "Hey, I like the idea of a secure complex," he said.  "Not
many places have this."
     "I think this is a pretty safe area, but one never knows.
My unit faces the interior courtyard, so I cant see the parking
lot."
     He got his backpack out of the trunk and we headed down the
corridor to my ground floor unit.  A.J. spotted the little lake
and water fountain and we walked a few more feet so he could see
it.
     I said, "We have resident ducks, plus some visitors from
time to time.  They are fun to watch."
     He spotted the swimming pool, although at that time of the
evening there was no one in it and the lights were off.  You
could see into the fitness center and two people were working
out.
     "Hey, cool!  Front row seat for the pool."
     I laughed, "Yeah, but a pair of binoculars comes in handy
for checking out the 'Pool Gods' - when they're out."
     He had a big laugh over that while I was unlocking my door.
     We entered the apartment.  I had left a table lamp on so it
was light when we entered.  Now I have a lot of nice things in my
apartment.  Nice collectibles, some good prints, a couple of
oils, a curio cabinet full of interesting things, a large
bookcase with well-read books, quite a few pieces of Waterford
crystal - and a grand piano.
     A.J. was impressed.  I was impressed with him because he
recognized the Edward Marshall Boehm porcelains and the Waterford
crystal pieces.  He even knew the pattern of the bar glasses -
Lismore.  Then he saw the brass sculptures and recognized them as
being Curtis Jere.  Only one other person in the last 30 years
had known what they were.
     He explained.  "My parents have the seagulls, like yours,
but theirs are arranged so they are less tall.  Yours are at
least a foot taller."
     I told him the story of some friends in Kansas City who had
them early on, but that Hall's didn't have any more at the time
and weren't sure they could get them.  Then we found them at the
new Marshall Fields store in Watertower Place in Chicago.  They
opened a charge account for me on the spot so I could buy it.
     We talked about other pieces of art and I explained that my
late lover and I had been together for 33 years before his death
four years before.  We had traveled a lot, both together and
separate business trips of our own.  We had always purchased some
object of crystal or art to have as a memento of whatever trip we
were on.
     He thought that was wonderful and hugged me to him.  The
next thing I knew, he asked if he could kiss me.
     Our lips found each other and I melted into his arms.  And
could he kiss!!  Wow!  My toes tingled, but that was nothing like
the feeling I was getting in my crotch.  His mouth tasted clean
and fresh.
     He pulled back, kissed me on the nose, telling me, "I've
always liked men who were older - and I like bears, and I think
you're one just like me.  With that he pulled the front of my
shirt out of the waistband of my pants and rubbed my hairy chest
with both his hands, then pinched my nipples.  His mouth found
mine again and it was hard to tell whose tongue was in the
other's mouth.
     I pulled his shirt out of his pants and did the same to him.
Yes, he was as hairy as me, maybe even more so!!  I loved it.  I
started working his shirt up to take it off and he helped me by
raising his arms.  We had to break the kiss to pull it off his
arms, and then he did the same for me.  He had a beautiful body.
As I said earlier, he was about 6'2" to my six feet even and was
a little more slender than me, but both of us were pretty solid.
I found out later that he weighed 200 to my 210.
     We started unveiling each other, standing back to assess our
progress and give each other small kisses on our faces and
chests.  He was fascinated that I had a nipple ring; I (a little
later) was fascinated with a small tattoo on his groin, just
above his pubic hair.  A little devil with a pitchfork.  Cute -
and sexy, too!!
     He helped me shed my silk boxers and I pulled his boxer
briefs off.  A bonus, he wasn't circumcised and his cock was
about the same size as mine, about 6-inches, so knew I could take
him with no problem.  I have a hard time believing the stories
about guys with 8 and 9 (and bigger) inch cocks.  I've only seen
one (in my limited experience) that was 7-inches and thought it
was huge.  I couldn't deep throat it.  By the same token, several
men the last few years have been impressed with my cock, although
I don't think its that big.  However, they were probably closer
to five inches.
     It didn't take long to decide that we needed to move this
show to the bedroom and collapsed on my queen-sized bed.  He was
hot and all over me and I tried to reciprocate, but he wanted the
upper hand, so I enjoyed it.  There didn't seem to be anything he
didn't want to try.  He didn't waste anytime getting down to
business, starting with giving my balls a tongue bath, then on
under, pulling my hips up so he could get to my asshole.  This
was a new experience to me and I about pulled the covers off the
bed trying to get a grip.  Then back to the balls, up to the base
of my cock, and then he licked around it arriving at the head.
Meanwhile, he had wet a finger on his left hand and was exploring
my asshole opening.  I felt the finger penetrate, then move
around.  He pulled his finger out, added saliva to two of them
and back in again.
     I heard, "MMmmm... good precum," as he licked all around
again.  I have never produced a drop of precum in my life, but
apparently it was flowing freely.  Again, I'd never been
stimulated in my ass as he was doing.  He kept going "MMmm...
mmm...
then took me to the base with no hesitation.  Where had this boy
learned his technique?
     The sex I'd been exposed to over the years was pretty plain
vanilla, sucking each other with an occasional 69.  My ex had
been uncut and his cock was very sensitive, so it seldom took
long to get him off.  If I got off, fine, otherwise it was up to
me to finish it myself.
     Not with this guy.  I figured I was in for a long ride as he
brought me to the edge again and again.  I wanted to cum so badly
I would have paid him, gladly.  He finally allowed me to move
around so I could engage in a mutual 69, but I realized that he
had something else in mind as my ass was getting a lot of
attention.  Finally he moved back up to my face and bathed me
from ear with this tongue going the route around my throat.  He
whispered, "Got any lube?"
     I said, "Lube and condoms in the top drawer by the lamp."
     New experience number 17 for me tonight, but I couldn't
wait.
     He applied what seemed like a liberal amount of KY to my
asshole, shoving it as deep as he could with his long fingers.
Then he greased his tool, picked up a condom packet and ripped it
open, rolling the Trojan down his shaft.  Then he applied more
lube to the sheathed weapon.  I was on my back and was glad
because I wanted to look at his face and it would be a total
turn-on if we could kiss, too.  Yes!!!  He wanted to kiss while
fucking because his tongue found my mouth as his cock was
searching for
my asshole, guided by his left hand.
     "Let me get a pillow," he whispered, pulling back.  I rose
up so he could fold it in half and shove it under me.  Back in
"ready position" and this time he found the opening with no
problem.  I gritted my teeth as I felt him enter, but he must
have done a good job of loosening me up because there was very
little pain.  Just a feeling of fullness.  Did I want this badly,
or did I want it badly?
     Soon he was in and I felt a jolt from my prostate.  I must
have leaked more precum because this time I definitely could feel
it escape my pee slit.  My cock was still hard and I felt it fill
out even more.  My legs were locked around his waist and I was
leaning up so we could kiss each other.  So this is the way sex
is supposed to be? I thought as we established a rhythm.  Wow,
what have I been missing all these years?
     I've always doubted the stories about guy's cumming with
only the stimulation of being fucked, but never really believed
it.  I was about to find out that it was true.  I was still
leaking precum like crazy because I could feel it where my cock
was hitting his stomach.  He kept the same rhythm, but his kisses
were getting more insistent and he was breathing harder.  That
must have spurred me on, because I knew I was there.  I had my
arms around his neck to hold his face to mine.  I was almost
gulping air, trying to breathe and swallow his tongue while
reaching for his tonsils.  Sure enough, I felt myself start to
spasm and it must have triggered my sphincter muscle because A.J.
started to go "Uummph... Aahggh..." and I could feel his cock
pulsing, too.  Wow!!!  A mutual orgasm.  I was drained.
     I don't know how many times each of us shot, but it was a
draining experience for me and I think, him, too.  We lay there
and held on to each other while we calmed down.  I could feel his
cock softening and pretty soon, it popped out.  I felt empty and
hoped we could do this again.  After all, A.J. was only 25!!!  I
doubted my ability, though.
     He rolled on his side and I pulled the pillow out and rolled
to face him.  We didn't say anything to each other; there was no
need to.  He reached down and gathered some of my cum from my
belly.
     "You sure make a lot of cum."
     That was something else, even in my self-pleasure; it seemed
to me that my output was only a few drops.  He scooped up the cum
on my belly and we shared it, then did the same for what was on
his belly.  We kissed, mixing saliva with the cum and each
swallowed about half of it.  I had tasted myself before so knew
what to expect.  He smacked his lips, grinned and say, "Got any
more?"  Boy, I wished I did.
     I laughed and said, "That may be it for the evening.  How
about you, can you go a second time?"  I snickered again and
said, "Correction, can you cum a second time."
     To my surprise he said, "Yes and I bet you can, too."
     I replied, "I'm willing to find out, but think I need a time
out.  How about that drink we were going to have?"
     Thought you'd never ask.  You made me pay for it first."
     Then he smiled that wonderful smile again and we shared
another kiss.  We both made our way to the bathroom.  He stripped
off the condom and dumped it in the toilet, then peed.  While he
was doing that, I got out a washcloth and hand towel for him.  I
cleaned myself up a little, then decided that maybe I needed to
use the toilet, too.
     We walked back to the living room and it seemed that we
couldn't keep our hands off each other.  I got out two Waterford
double old-fashioned glasses, grabbed the bottle of Dewars and
took them to the kitchen to fix drinks.  I asked A.J., "Would you
like a lemon twist with your drink?"
     His reply was, "How did you know?"
     While I was fixing drinks and getting out two blocks of
cheese and some crackers, he asked, "Don't you think I should get
a towel to put on the love seat?"
     I replied, "Good idea.  Bathroom closet, top door.  Any of
them will do.  'Was this guy something else?' I thought.
     I got a TV tray and set it in front of the love seat, then
went back to the kitchen for the other stuff.  "Here, let me
help," and took the tray from me.  I followed his hairy butt to
the living room, wanting to pinch it, but my hands were full!!
     I handed him his drink and a napkin and we sat down, each of
us turning so we could look at the other.  I said, "Cheers" and
raised my glass.  He did likewise.
     "Without sounding like a cliche, I think you are wonderful.
You pushed buttons I didn't know I had this evening.  Thank you."
I leaned into him to give him a kiss.  He returned it; I think we
just meant to touch lips, anyway.
     He told me, "You were the one who gave me pleasure.  I
usually can't find a willing bottom that turns me on.  Almost
every guy wants to top me, but I'm careful who I allow to do
that."  Then he smiled.  "But I think I'd let you if you want
to."
     I laughed.  I said, "I've been with a few guys the last four
years and they all wanted me to top them.  I've not had that much
experience doing that and, quite frankly, had a hard time keeping
it up."  We both laughed.
     A.J. said, "Maybe, we've solved each others problems.  At
least I hope so."
     I was sitting there thinking, I wonder exactly what he's
thinking?  Could this be something more than a one-night fling?
Nahhh, no way."
     Well, over drinks - we had a second round of those, later -
and snacks, we told each other our stories.  Mine was that my
lover and I had been together for 33 years [he was stunned that
two men could and would be together for that long] and that I was
22 when we got together.
     He had a funny look on his face.  "What?" I asked.
     A.J. almost looked pained and was very hesitant.  "I don't
want to be rude, but how old are you?  Please don't take that the
wrong way."
     I proudly said, "I'm 59 years old."
     Another strange look.  "I don't believe you.  I thought you
might be about 45.  My father looks older than you and he's only
50."
     I laughed and told him, "It must be from the good German and
Scots genes in my system.  No one in my family looks their age.
I don't feel 59.  In fact when I look in the mirror every morning
when I'm shaving, I still see the same, horny 21-year old kid
looking back at me that I've seen every morning for the last 38
years."  I laughed and he really thought that was funny.
     He leaned over and gave me a really big, deep kiss, saying,
"I've always heard that you are only as old as you feel.  My
Grandmother says that she still feels 35.  She has a hard time
walking for much distance, but she certainly thinks like a
younger person - even more so than my mother and father.
     My reply:  "Believe it!"
     A.J. then told me a little about himself.  He had three
sisters, two older and one younger.  All were married, although
he didn't think any were really happy.  They had married well,
but their husbands were all workaholics.  He had 5 nieces and
nephews, three of which went to private schools in the Oklahoma
City area.  The other two were still pre-school.  He said that if
his brother-in-laws thought they could get by with it, they would
ship all the kids off to a boarding school.
     He figured out that he was gay when in high school and
fooled around with a couple of guys in his glass, mainly jacking
off together, but never touching the other.  He went to the
University of Oklahoma to study history and met a lot of guys
there, but they were really interested in a blowjob and didn't
care if he got off.  He'd had a couple of very short-term affairs
with guys, but they really weren't satisfactory for either of
them.  The guys seemed to admire him for his body and that was
it.
     About the time he started graduate school, the pressure
started from his parents to find a nice girl and settle down like
his sisters had.  He asked his parents if they thought his
sisters were really happy, they agreed they probably weren't.
     "I finally told my parents that I was pretty sure I was gay,
but hadn't had much opportunity to find out.  Any contacts I'd
had with other men hadn't been satisfactory." Surprisingly, his
parents were accepting.  His father even knew a couple of
business associates with gay sons and was willing to help him
meet them.  A.J. assured him that it might not be a good idea,
unless it was an accidental meeting in the country club dining
room or something like that.
     "Actually, I've always been attracted to older men, mainly
because they are more assured of themselves.  Most guys my age
have their heads up their butts and only think about sex.  And
then, only want to get off.  No real relationship.
     When he started working on his MBA he met a fellow named
Greg who was from Waco, Texas.  They had hit it off and since
Greg had a larger apartment than A.J., they moved in together.
The sex was good, but there was nothing else to hold the
relationship together.  However, A.J. gained a lot of experience
[which I could attest to].
     They parted ways last spring when both finished their MBA
programs and got their diplomas.  He had not had any luck finding
a job with all the corporate downsizing, stock plunges and
layoffs the big corporations were experiencing.  He had been an
American history major and was thinking of going back to pick up
a few classes and get a teaching certificate.  And that's where
he was now.  His father owned his own successful appliance
business and had offered A.J. a job, but he didn't think he
wanted to work for his father.  His parents lived in "The
Village" which was a very upscale area of Oklahoma City.  His
grandparents had lived in "Nichols Hills", another very expensive
area.  Houses usually sold before a sign was put in the yard.
     So, if he didn't find a job before the end of the year, he
would enroll in school and thought one semester would complete
his requirements for a certificate.
     Then he wanted to know more about me.
     I laughed, "Well, I've already told you how old I am and
that shocked you, so anything more I'd have to say probably
wouldn't be of interest."
     He smiled and said, "I think there is something deep that
tells me you are a wonderful, thoughtful, smart and astute
person.  One who has had a lot of wonderful experiences with a
partner and can still spin the world by its tail.  You strike me
as being meticulous and in control, but has a great sense of
humor, loves people and has a grand time with them.  Right?"
     "I think you've about covered all the bases."
     "Let me ask you something.  We met today over lunch.  We had
glanced at each other at the two stops before that.  Did you
purposely sit at our table?"
     "No, it just happened.  I had seen you and your grandmother,
but we were herded into the dining room at the restaurant and the
empty chairs at your table were available so Charlie asked if we
could sit with you."
     "Well you talked to my grandmother a lot, but drew me into
the conversation, too.  It's like you acknowledged my presence,
but didn't make a big deal out of it.  I've seldom had that
happen from other gay men."
     "Did you think Charlie and I were gay?"
     "I didn't really get any vibrations.  I really thought he
might be your father and you were taking him on this tour.  You
asked a lot of good questions that I didn't think of so I knew
that you were probably the one interested in the tour, not
Charlie.  I don't know why I felt that, but I don't think I
thought either of you were gay."
     "Same with you.  I knew you weren't some kid that Grandma
had drug along with her on a tour, but you seemed so interested
in what the people had to say at each stop and you were really
the only person who asked very many questions, except me."
     "You and Charlie really didn't interact with each other all
that much, so I didn't know what to think.  Father and son -
maybe.  Gay - I never really thought about it," he said.
     "I was attracted to you and I figured that even if you were
gay, you weren't paying any attention to me.  That made me want
you all the more and I knew that if we were going to get
together, it would be me who had to seduce you," he laughed.
God, I loved that laugh.
     I got up to fix myself another scotch.  A.J.'s glass was
almost empty and he drained it.  He followed me to the kitchen
and as I was washing the glasses, he came up behind, putting his
arms around me, rubbing my chest and kissing me behind my right
ear.  "I'm glad I met you.  I feel so comfortable talking to you
and I really want to get better acquainted.  Is that okay with
you?"
     I was stunned.  Here I was, a fellow older than his father,
we'd just had mind-blowing sex, were telling each other our life
stories, and he is telling me that he wants to get to know me
better?  Well, I certainly don't dislike the guy.  He's certainly
better than the people I've gotten acquainted with through
Internet ads.  I'd met some pretty weird people there and had
failed relationships - really never got off the ground - with two
fellows.
     I finished drying the glasses, cut fresh lemon wedges,
poured another generous amount of Dewars in each glass, added ice
and filled them with club soda.
     We headed back to the living room.
     "I want to hear you play the piano.  This is certainly a
nice one.  My mother has a Steinway, too, but almost never
touches it, at least when I'm at home.
     I looked at the grandmother clock.  Almost midnight.  "I'm
sorry, its too late tonight and. "Maybe tomorrow night," he
finished.
     Again, I was a little more than stunned.  This guy was full
of surprises.
     "Lets just see how it works out.  What time do you want to
go back to the motel?"
     "Are you trying to get rid of me?" he asked, smiling.
     "No, but..."
     "Is it okay if I spend the rest of the night?  I have
everything with me that I need for tomorrow."
     A bell rang.  "Did you even check into a room at the motel?"
     "No, I was hoping I could spend the night with you, but if I
can't, you can take me back."
     "A.J., there is nothing better that I'd like than have you
spend the rest of the night.  I'm just surprised, that's all.
     We were sitting down at this point and he carved up some
more cheese wedges, putting one on a cracker and handing it to
me.
     He looked at me and grinned, his wonderful smile beaming at
me.  "Actually, I think I did pretty good in separating you from
the herd and having a chance to spend the evening with you.  You
are great in bed and I'm so comfortable just being with you."
     "Don't sell yourself short.  I think you are pretty special
- and extremely good-looking.  When we pick him up in the
morning, Charlie will think I've found a trophy boyfriend.  But,
the most important part is that you have a brain and know how to
use it."
     We visited about a lot of things while sipping our second
scotch.  We were unhurried.  What might happen would happen and
be all the better if we didn't try to anticipate it and rush it.
     Finally, about 12:45 our drinks were finished and we had
eaten all the cheese and most of the crackers.
     I leered at A.J.  "Are you ready to go to bed?"
     "Depends if its for sleep or sex?"
     "Which do you want?" I laughed.
     "Can I be greedy and have both?"
     "If you think you're able.  I don't want the responsibility
of wearing a guy your age out."  I then gave him a pinch on his
right nipple and kissed his nose.  We both laughed.  He followed
me to the kitchen and as soon as each of us had set down the
glasses and dishes we were carrying, he rubbed my back on his
hairy chest, nuzzled my ears, then turned me around and swabbed
my tonsils.  I did the same to him.
     He looked down and our two hard dicks and said, "Two little
guys aren't worn out."
     We both turned out the lights that we on and headed to the
bedroom.  This time the sex was slower and even more sensuous.  I
had never experienced anything like it and I hoped that A.J.
thought so, too.
     * * * * *
     Since we were to have breakfast at 7:30 and were to pick
Charlie up a little after seven, I set the alarm for 6 o'clock,
thinking that would give us ample time to get up and get ready
for the day.  I came to a little before six, as I had to pee.  I
hadn't had a morning woody for several years, but wrapped up in
A.J.'s arms, I did for some reason.  I hated to wake him, but
really had to go.  He opened his eyes as I moved away, trying to
untangle myself.
     "What time is it?" he asked.
     "About a quarter before six.  Sorry, but I have to pee."
     "Will you come back to bed?"
     "Yeah, but let me start a pot of coffee, okay?"
     I decided to go to the kitchen and start the coffee, then
pee.  By the time I got to the bathroom, A.J. was finishing his
morning piss.  He'd dug out his toothbrush and toothpaste and
started brushing his teeth as I pissed.  It felt good to relieve
myself.  Then I brushed my teeth.  I discovered that we used the
same brand of toothpaste.  We gave each other a very good morning
kiss.  One that curled my toes.
     "Come on," A.J. said, pulling me to the bedroom.  He shoved
me down on the bed and landed on top of me.  I was thinking about
a story called "Hot Sensations" that Mathis Rogers had written,
where two guys were fucking on the bed at one's parents house
when a slat broke and dumped them on the floor.  The door burst
open and his parents saw them, one still up the other's butt.
     I laughed and told A.J. that part of the story and he
howled.
     Well, I don't have to tell you that it happened again.  We
had a delicious 69 and I finally got to eat that wonderful un-cut
cock that A.J. had.  It was just the right size to deep throat
and he didn't seem to have any problem with mine.  Aware of the
time we had to complete this and didn't have time to prolong it.
I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to perform under pressure
but my dick cooperated and must have given A.J. a pretty good
load.  I know he gave me one.
     I went to the kitchen to grab two mugs of coffee and took
them to the bathroom.  Since I only had a tub shower, we decided
that one would shave while the other showered.  This worked okay,
although I would have loved to play with his body in the water.
Hopefully, another time.  By the time we were through shaving and
showering, our mugs were empty so A.J. made the necessary trip to
the kitchen to refill them.
     It didn't take long to get dressed.  A.J. confessed later
that he would rather play around than get dressed.  'My
sentiments, exactly,' I thought.
     We left the complex just at 7 o'clock and it was 5 minutes
to Charlie's house.  He was waiting on his porch when I pulled in
the driveway.  A.J. got in the back seat and Charlie gave me a
funny look when he got in the car, but didn't say anything.  It
was five minutes back to the motel.  People were leaving their
luggage next to the bus.  I started to pop the trunk lid when
A.J. whispered, "Let me leave it there for now."
     He went inside to find his grandmother and get her luggage,
and then brought it out to the parking lot, too.  In the
meantime, a couple had cornered Charlie and I since they knew we
lived in Tulsa and had some questions to ask about the tour.
     Charlie had lived in Tulsa most of his adult life, so knew a
lot of the local history and lore associated with the town.
     We went into the restaurant and his grandmother was saving a
table for the four of us.  As we sat down, A.J. looked at me and
said, "Did you have a nice evening last night?" with a perfectly
straight face.
     I almost lost it.  I didn't dare look at him or his
grandmother - or Charlie, who was probably still wondering what
was going on.  He was too polite to ask and there would be plenty
of time to tell him later.
     We had a nice meal from the breakfast buffet and a very
pleasant conversation with grandmother.  She and Charlie hit it
off quite well and the four of us visited like we'd known each
other forever.
     The bus drivers announced that we needed to board the buses
as soon as possible as we had a schedule to keep.  A.J. excused
himself to talk to one of the bus drivers, then came back to talk
to his grandmother, asking her if it was okay if he rode with
Charlie and me.
     "Just go on, dear, I know you gentlemen will have a good
time visiting.  Ill see you at the next place we stop."
     Charlie took me aside to ask if I wanted him to ride the
bus.  I said, "Don't be silly, A.J. doesn't like the bus either,
so wants to ride with us."
     We got in the car and had the cassette tape queued up by the
time we were ready to leave the parking lot.
     Charlie cleared his throat and asked, "Is there something
missing here that I don't know about?"
     A.J. giggled.  "I don't know, what don't you think you don't
know about?"
     Charlie rolled his eyes, saying, "I think maybe you guys
spent the night together, is that right?"
     "You're just about right," A.J. replied.
     I was going to speak up, but decided that A.J. had started
this whole wonderful experience the night before, so he could
tell about it.
     "He didn't pay any attention to me, so I seduced him.  Hope
that was okay with you?" he tittered.
     Charlie rolled his eyes.  "Lucky stiff... maybe he was lucky
it got stiff - if it was," he replied.
     A.J. laughed.  "Oh yes, David got plenty stiff.  I think he
surprised himself."
     "Okay, guys enough talk about my sex life - which has just
come back into being," I laughed.
     We joshed about the night before, without really telling
Charlie much of anything.  I didn't know exactly what his
reaction might be to the fact that A.J. and I got together."
     The map and cassette tape told us that we were to head
downtown to see the Phil Tower and some of the other wonderful
art-deco buildings.  The original road crossed an art-deco bridge
on 11th Street, then wound thru downtown and out 11th Street to
the east.  There were still some old motel buildings to see.  All
in all, you really needed a day each in Oklahoma City and Tulsa
to see the complete scenario, but this was a 3-day tour
stretching for 400 miles.  This only gave us ideas of things we
would like to explore again.
     The next top was Catoosa, which is an inland seaport,
although man-made.  The Army Corp of Engineers was responsible
for this undertaking, making the Arkansas River navigable into
Oklahoma up to Muskogee, then the Verdigris River to the Port of
Catoosa.  Many, many tons of goods are transported by barge to
this port each year.
     Some of you may be aware of the collapse of a bridge over
the Arkansas River on May 26th of this year.  A river pilot
apparently went to sleep and drove the barges he was pushing into
a bridge support.  Six hundred feet of 4-lane Interstate 40
collapsed into the river, killing 14 people in vehicles, which
plunged 40 feet into the water.  The bridge collapse caused major
problems for river traffic as well as Interstate traffic, some of
which had to make a long detour.  The bridges were rebuilt within
9 weeks, which was a record for anything of that magnitude in the
United States.
     We drove past the "Blue Whale" which is being restored
through the efforts of employees of the Hampton Inns of America.
This fine chain is supporting the restoration of many old highway
landmarks.
     The old Highway 66 route is largely 4 lane-divided, but not
limited access from Catoosa to Vinita.  The Will Rodgers
Turnpike, now designated as Interstate 44 replaced this road in
1953.
     Near Verdigris are two "Twin bridges" built in 1936 and
1937.  Then on through Sequoyah, Foyil, Bushyhead and Chelsea,
where oil was first discovered in Oklahoma Indian Territory in
1889.  Gene Autrey was a railroad employee here in his young
years.  We drove past 2 remaining "Sears and Roebuck homes".
These were pre-fab homes sold by the chain for $1,600 in 1913.
Many were sold, but few still exist.  Unfortunately, they are not
open to the public, but still serve as residences.
     We went on through White Oak and then Vinita.  This town was
named after Miss Vinnie Ream, who was a sculptor that was
commissioned to model the life-size statue of Lincoln in the U.S.
Capitol.  This was the oldest village in Oklahoma and was
originally called Downingville.  The name was changed when the
"Katy" (Missouri, Kansas, Texas, Atlantic & Pacific Railroad)
built a station here.
     There were other points of interest here.  The "World's
largest McDonald's" - built in 1958.  We made a stop at the
Eastern Trails Museum, which had the nicest artifacts we had seen
yet.  At least they were arranged in better order.  Then the
buses stopped at Clantons Cafe, which is operated by 4
generations of the same family.  It was 11:30.  Lunch time.
     We joined Grandmother for lunch, which was good ol' home
cookin' - chicken fried steaks and other great country food.  My
chicken fried steak covered the plate and was as tender as could
be.  No need for a fork.  It was served with mashed potatoes and
cream gravy, fresh corn on the cob [probably frozen, but still
good] and fresh green beans.  They had a selection of at least a
dozen different kinds of homemade pies.  Wonderful!
     Unbeknownst to me, A.J. had started working on this
grandmother, telling her that he wanted to spend another night in
Tulsa as I was going to take him to the Philbrook and Gilcrease
Museums the next day.  Then he told me what he was going to do.
Okay.  Grandmother would take the bus back to Oklahoma City by
herself and A.J. would arrange for a friend to meet the bus and
take her home.  Devious little devil.  I loved him!
     I couldn't believe that he wanted to spend another night
with me, but who was I to object?  I'd be crazy to do so!   Back
on the bus and on to Afton, at the top end of the "Grand Lake of
the Cherokees"  This town was established in 1886, twenty-one
years before Oklahoma statehood.  It was named for the Scottish
River mentioned in a Robert Burns's poem.  We also think of the
song, "Flow Gently, Sweet Afton".  There are many antique stores
and, of course, the buses made a stop here.  A vintage DX filling
station is being restored, also.
     Back on the road.  We went through Narcissa, which is the
only remaining town that existed on a 9-foot roadway that ran
between Miami and Afton.
     Since we were going to tour the Coleman Theatre Beautiful in
Miami later in the day, we went on to Commerce, which was
originally called North Miami, but renamed in 1914.  Mickey
Mantle's home at 319 South Quincy is being restored as a museum
and will soon be open to the public.  Bonnie and Clyde killed Cal
Campbell here.  Terrible idea for a tourist attraction.
     The last town before Route 66 entered southeast Kansas was
Quapaw.  Here, the oldest Pow-Wow in the United States is held at
Beaver Spring State Park.  This celebration has been going on
every July 4th for 130 years.  There are many zinc mines in the
area and mining was the principal source of income in this area
for many, many years.
     Then back to Miami.  The Post Office was called Jimtown and
established in 1890.  The Postmaster renamed the town in honor of
his wife, who was a Miami Indian.  The downtown area has been
made into a pedestrian mall and there are a lot of interesting
shops and nice stores here.  We stopped at the Dobson Museum for
about a half hour.  Then the final stop on the tour was the
Coleman Theatre, which was built in 1929.  This is a rare gem of
a theatre seating about 1,300 people.  Something like you would
find in a much larger city.  The Coleman family made their money
in mining and returned it to the city.  The theatre is in the
process of being restored and it had been a year since I was
there last.  A lot had been accomplished, as scaffolding had been
set up to complete the painting on the ceiling.  The huge
chandelier has been rebuilt by a firm in Virginia and was
recently rehung.  It is beautiful.  The theatre has a small
museum of things uncovered in the renovation; play bills, theatre
advertising and other memorabilia.
     There is a Wurlitzer Theatre Organ here, which was removed
when they thought they were going to "twin" the theatre about
1972.  Common sense prevailed and the theatre was not ruined.  By
a stroke of luck the organ was returned to the theatre by the
person who bought it.  It has been completely refurbished and
enlarged and sounds wonderful.
     I've had some contact with the theatre over the years, so
know the people in charge of tours and the restoration project.
I had called them a few days before the tour and asked permission
to play the organ for the tour group.  They usually don't have
anyone available who can (or will) play it, so play a tape, which
doesn't even begin to give one an idea of the glorious sound.
Not a problem.  They were thrilled I was going to be on the tour.
     We started with a tour of the building, which is a real gem
and most of the original decor is there to be restored.  What is
missing can be copied from what is still in place.  We got to the
auditorium and I was introduced.  Then I played three numbers in
the rich theatre organ style of Jesse Crawford and others of the
era.  A medley of songs from "Gigi", arranged by Ashley Miller;
Raymond Shelley's arrangement of "Autumn Leaves" and "Climb Every
Mountain" from "Sound of Music".  Knowing when to stop, I refused
a chance for an encore.
     Everyone was impressed and several asked me if I knew about
the organ ahead of time.  I didn't tell them that my association
with the theatre went back to about 1966.
     Back on the bus and dinner at Molly's Landing Restaurant in
Catoosa.  The bus was to discharge some passengers in Tulsa, then
take everyone else back to Oklahoma City, a hundred miles down
the road.
     It had been a fun two-day trip for Charlie and me, with a
totally unexpected ending.
     A.J. and I dropped Charlie off at his home, and then went to
my apartment.  We were both tired and I suggested that a shower
might be in order - after we fixed ourselves a scotch.  He was
willing.
     My shower is only a tub shower with a very good spray
nozzle.  Although it was crowded, I got my chance to play with
A.J. in the shower.  He returned the treat.  We got out, dried
ourselves thoroughly and went to the bedroom.  I offered to put
clean sheets on the bed, but A.J. said, "Why bother, they are
going to get soiled, too."
     'Smart thinking, A.J.,' I thought.
     We had a wonderful evening and since we didn't have to be
anywhere the first thing in the morning, we were able to enjoy
each other at our leisure.  I didn't try to top A.J. but we did
have a repeat of the previous nights fun.  I got fucked twice.
     Maybe I've found a new calling:  "Daddy to a young college
stud."
     Oh yes, we did make it two both the Phil brook and Gilcrease
Museums the next day.  A.J. had to be back in Oklahoma City for a
3:30 job interview that afternoon, so I drove him home.
     On the way to Oklahoma City, we discussed our plans for the
next few days.  You guessed it; I'm going back to Oklahoma City
on Saturday morning and will spend the weekend with A.J. at his
parent's house.  Gosh, I hope he has plenty of clean sheets and
towels.  Well, I guess they are made to be washed, aren't they?
     (To be continued)

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