Date: Fri, 14 May 1999 18:22:36 CDT
From: Jim Carter <jc_thedad@hotmail.com>
Subject: Straight Lover

In the story that follows all the sexual parts are pure fiction and should
read as such. It does not mean the author promotes or agrees with sexual
relationships between men and teenage boys. Please understand that this
story is pure fiction/fantasy, don't try to make it anything else.

If you are not of a legal age where you live to read stories of this nature
or are offended by homosexual behavior,  then please do not read any
further. If you do then it is not the responsibility of the writer or the
posting authority of any consequences that arise.


I would like to give a special thank you to my friends Eric and Sean. You
guys are the greatest.  I owe you guys. *Hugz*



Straight Lover

by

Jim Carter
jc_theDad@hotmail.com


Have you ever had a crush that you just couldn't let pass?  Have you
ever lay awake at night scheming and dreaming of ways to get that
special someone in your bed?  Has that special someone been straight
and you couldn't help but pursue him?  If all that doesn't make the
difficult enough, add a generation difference in ages. Welcome to
my world.

Now I have never been one to sit and lust over anyone.  I have always
been a doer.  In my younger days, safe sex meant not getting caught.
Not that I always practiced safe sex.  Once when I was fifteen or so
I was caught with a neighbor kid about the same age with each other's
dicks in our mouths.  When I was eighteen or nineteen I was caught
in an upstairs bedroom when her husband came home unannounced.  I
had to throw my clothes out the window and climb down a trellis.
The trellis happened to be for a climbing rose bush.  You think a
rose sticker hurts in a finger, trying running your cock and balls
through a rose bush.

I guess by now you have gathered that I swing from both sides of the
plate.  I guess I do, but I seem to go in cycles as to partner
preference.  When I was in my teens, it was pretty much anywhere
any time with either sex.  In my twenties and thirties, I was almost
exclusively with women.  Partly because it was comfortable and easy
and partly because there seemed to be so many to choose from.

I am not going to lie to you and tell you that I never thought about
a good-looking man while I was chasing women, I did have a roving eye
every now and then.  Only rarely did I scratch that particular itch.
When I hit forty, that itch needed more scratching.  I don't know if
my tastes changed that much, or I just let myself enjoy my suppressed
desires.  At any rate, I started dating men more than women.

I guess I should tell you a little about myself.  I am now fifty-two,
my hair is still mostly black with a little gray.  If I keep my hair
in a conservative cut (which I do), the gray is not very noticeable
at all.  My hair is still thick enough that the hairdresser has to
thin it every second or third cut.  I don't want to elaborate too
much or I will appear vain which, of course, I would never be in
my own story.  I guess I am a little vein at that, I quit smoking
and going to bars (at least drinking in them) about fifteen years
ago when I noticed my friends getting all wrinkled and old looking.

I started to tell you that I have never been under a plastic surgeon's
knife, but I have been.  It's not what you think.  I had a birthmark
on my jaw that looked like a bruise.  I got hit with a baseball and
it started to grow.  It had to be removed and a plastic surgeon made
the cut such that the scar never shows.  Only if someone has their
head on my chest and looks up to my face with me looking up does
it show.  At any rate, I have not had a nip and tuck or any of that
stuff.  Most people think I am in my thirties.  When airline security
is at its highest, I have to carry my passport for additional
identification or go though a lot of hassle.  It appears that one
of the key things that the ticket agents look for is identification
with dates of birth that don't match the person's looks.  I was
flattered the first time it happened, but after another trip and
it happened again, it got old real fast.

To make a long story short or a short story long, one of the other.
I am trying to tell you that I don't look half-bad if I say so
myself.  I look fit.  I don't have a six pac anymore.  I guess I
had too many twelve packs before I quit drinking.  Anyway, I must
have a little charm to go with my looks.  I have always been able
to smile and talk my way into almost any bedroom I wanted to.  I
am a tease and a flirt and always have been.  I also have a gift
that my first impression never fails me.  I can tell immediately
if I will like someone or dislike someone.  There are not many
that I truly dislike.  A few more that I like immediately, the
rest are just acquaintances.  Of the people I like immediately,
most are still my friends today.

I have spent a lot more time than I intended to tell you that I
am not bad looking, I am a charmer when I want to be, and I am
a good judge of character.

Now it is time to tell you about the object of my desires.  I have
found this nice restaurant in the River Market that seems to draw a
good crowd of attractive young men.  I like to ride the trolley
from downtown to the market.  It only costs a quarter and I don't
have to worry about parking and at times, the crowd can be fun. A
friend mentioned he once accidentally fell into someone that he wanted
to flirt with.  Since learning this tactic, I have used this ploy a
couple of times.  I firmly believe that an old dog can be taught new
tricks.

Back to the story Jim.  I spotted this guy on my first trip to the
market.  He was with a group of friends and looked bored, but I
couldn't make eye contact with him.  I made contact with everyone
at the table, but him.  I was sitting at the bar and one of the
guys came over an bought me a drink.  When I ordered a Virgin Mary
he just smiled and asks if I was sure I didn't want something stronger.
I laughed and told him that I really wanted water, but was not wanting
to offend him.  We chatted a while and I asked him about his friend.
I know that is rude and not a very nice thing to do, but I couldn't
help myself.

His name was Matt and about 25 or 26, Sammy didn't know for sure.
He worked at the same brokerage firm as Sammy.  Sammy told me that
Matt was a waste of time, straight as an arrow.  Now that Sammy
was talking to me, I have managed to make a little eye contact and
got a smile out of Matt.  I thought to myself if all else fails,
I can open an account with him and he would have to talk to me.
Sammy was nice and I would have liked to get to know him better,
but I was afraid that if I messed around with Sammy, Matt would
be even harder to seduce.

When Sammy asked me out to dinner, I knew I had my work cut out
for me.  I liked Sammy and I didn't want to say anything that would
prevent us from being friends or maybe even more in the future.  I
decided to tell him the whole truth.  He offered to take me over
and introduce me to his friends Matt included, he really was a nice
guy.

When we got to the table, they all made room for me and were very
nice.  When Matt shook my hand, our shake lingered a little longer
that was necessary.  I found myself sitting next to Matt and we
had a very enjoyable lunch.  With Sammy's help, lunch the next day
was even better.  There were only three of them and Sammy and Mark
were engrossed in something they were involved in.  That left
Matt and I to talk among ourselves.  My charms didn't appear to be
working, at least not as well as I hoped.

I finally talked him into going to the baseball game that night.  We
had a date.  When I got back to the office I got a call from Sammy.

"I don't believe it.  Man, I almost choked when Matt told me that
the two of you were going to the game tonight.  I don't know how you
did it, but you better let me know how it turns out."

"Hey, I owe you man.  I you introduced me to your friends and then
you managed to drag him back down there today.  You deserve a nice
dinner out of this if nothing more comes of it."

"What surprised us the most was how happy he seems.  We have not
seen him smile much at all and he has a smile plastered all over his
face.  How old are you anyway?"

"I'm old enough, can we just leave it at that?"  I asked with a
laugh.

"Sure, no problem, but I do want lessons.  I was there and I don't
know how you managed to get him out of his  apartment where several
of us have tried everything and failed."

"Did you ask him to a ballgame?"

"Well, no."

"Have you talked to him at all?  He played college ball.  Going to
a baseball game is something that I was sure he would enjoy.  All I
did was listen and find something I knew we both would enjoy and then
I asked him if he wanted to go.  Not much trick to that."

"I'll be damn.  So if it was me you were after, where would you
invite me?"

"To dinner, why did you think that I told you that you had a dinner
coming.  I am not sure that would be the best place to take you,
but dinner and the Play at the Rep are the two things that you
talked about most.  I am not into the artsy stuff so I figured
dinner would work."

"I really am not either, but a lot of guys that come in there are
so I try to talk about it.  I'll be damned.  I hope you get lucky
tonight.  I think I may even start listening some."

"What, you hope I catch a foul ball?"

"I hope you find some balls to play with, but foul, no."

"Later guy, and thanks again."

"I'll talk to you tomorrow."

When I went to pick him up Matt was not ready.  He met me at the
door with wet hair and a towel around his waist.  I usually
wear boxers and briefs when I wear shorts so that I don't scare
the kids and old ladies.  Tonight I decided I better wear a strap.
It's a good thing, here it was 2 minutes after I get to Matt's and
I am already throwing wood.

"I am sorry I am late, my girlfriend kept me on the phone too long.
I will be ready in just a minute.  I'll just throw some clothes on
real quick."

Now that should have caused me to wilt a little, but I was still
stiff as a board.

"You don't have to on my account.  I might not watch much of the
game, but I would damn sure be entertained if you went in that
towel.  Of course, we would have to eat in the truck.  The restaurant
says no shirt, no shoes, no service. They don't say anything about
pants."

Matt came out looking like a million bucks.  Matt looked good in
a suit, but in shorts it was a struggle to keep my hands to myself.
Matt has light brown hair that just seems to fit his head.  Although
still wet and plastered to his head, I could tell it would look
fantastic as soon as it dried.  He had a great smile and he was
smiling, now much more than he had at lunch.  He has perfect white
teeth and a strong jaw.  He stands about 6' 3" or so.  He is about
four inches taller than me, but still easy kissing distance.  His
shoulders are broad and his chest nice and thick.  He is not a
body builder with muscles on muscles.  Just a strong upper body
that drives me nuts.  Since I saw his chest in its naked glory
fresh from the shower, I could tell that he was almost hairless.
He had a nice tan and his legs looked good enough to eat.  His
pretty little bubble butt was perfect.  No other term fits.

"Damn Matt, you look nice."  What I wanted to say was can we blow
off this game and I will be your sex slave forever.

"So do you.  Do we still have time to eat or should be just pick
up something at the park?"

"We can still eat and make it, it's up to you.  I don't mind the
ballpark food myself."

"Me either, let's eat there."

"So Matt, have you made it out to the park much this year?"

"No, my girlfriend doesn't like sports.  I went twice by myself,
but that isn't much fun."

"I know what you mean.  I have only been five or six times myself
this year.  I love it, give me a call if you ever want to go and
can't get anyone.  I have a few friends that try to put together
a trip every once in awhile and I will remember you if you're
interested."

"Please do.  I am new here and don't know many people."  I just
thought lucky me.

Along about the fourth inning, I noticed that Matt was relaxed and
really enjoying himself.  Our knees would brush each other at times,
but nothing lasting or erotic (well, just sitting by him was erotic).
Matt nudged me in the ribs and said. "Look at the ass on that girl."

"Her boyfriend has a better one."

He looked at me like I had slapped the shit out of him.  "You're not
a fag are you?"

"What kind of question is that.  Look man, I have been an ass man
all my life.  The guy has a better ass.  If you say he doesn't your
not looking at the same couple."

Matt looked again and said.  "I guess he does, but we are not
supposed to think so."

"Who says, a pretty tush is a pretty tush, it doesn't matter whose
legs hold it up.  You have one of the best looking asses I have
ever seen.  Nobody can convince me differently."

Matt looked flustered, confused, and scared.  About that time the
pitcher struck out the batter with the bases loaded and I stood to
give a cheer for the home team.  Matt slowly stood up and was
clapping, but was far away in his mind.  It looks like I blew this
one big time.  Not much more was said.  We just sat there and made
small talk like good pitch, or we need a run here.  Ball talk,
almost like we were not talking at all.

During the seventh inning stretch Matt leaned in to me and whispered.
"Thank you."

"Your welcome.  I enjoyed the game and the company."

"Thank you for that too, but I meant for the nice ass comment.  You
have a nice one too."

I felt so relieved that the whole evening wasn't blown.  "Thank you
for being nice saying I have a nice ass, but I don't have an ass.  I
am just flat as a board, which is hard to take for an ass man.  You
gotta live with what you got.  I have to count on my smile and
dimples.  If I got my dates with my butt, I would be one lonely
dude."

Matt couldn't help but look at my ass, I assume for the first time.
He laughed.  "Well, you do have a nice smile."  We both laughed. "I
have always liked my butt.  I am glad you like it."  He was bright
red and I know that it was not easy for him to say that.  I took it
as a sign I might get a goodnight kiss after all.

"Matt there is not a thing I don't like about you.  Now that your
away from the office and let loose a little you're a lot of fun to
talk with too.  Bye the way, I don't necessarily like being called
a fag, but I do like guys and you in particular.  I was just going
to be a friend and keep my hands to myself until I got to know you
better, but I don't think my old prick could take many more outings
staying this hard this long."

"I have never done anything with a man before, but I am ready to
leave when you are.  I have been hard all night too.  I won't
call you a fag if you won't call me one, but I want you to teach
me how to please you.  I heard Sammy tell you I was straight as
an arrow.  I am so glad you didn't pay any attention to him.  I
was scared to death, but I was so excited I couldn't quit grinning.
If you don't take me home and make love to me I am going to
scream right here."

"Let's go, I hope I can drive I am so keyed up.  I think I will
call in a day off tomorrow."

"Me too."

"You know Sammy is going to be spreading rumors about both of being
out tomorrow."

"I don't care.  I might as well call and tell them I don't feel
like getting out of bed.  I think I will tell Sammy that we both
owe him a dinner.  Yes, I heard him talking to Mark and told him
you said you owed him a dinner.  Sammy is a good guy, but he likes
to talk.  I know he wanted to go out with you, why didn't you
go out with him?"

"I was afraid that if I did, you wouldn't go out with me.  At the
time, I didn't know that you would or wouldn't go out, but I was
sure that you would feel uncomfortable if I had gone out with Sammy."

"I was uncomfortable anyway.  I have never wanted to be with a man
before.  I was sure I wanted more than just going to a baseball
game.  I called my girlfriend and broke up with her just before
you picked me up."

"Wow, that is what I call making your mind up."

"Even if we didn't like each other, I knew after lunch today that
I wanted something that my girl couldn't give me."

As soon as the door closed, Matt was like a wild man.  I might
be his first man, but he sure knows how to kiss.  We were swapping
spit driving each other to greater heights.  Matt said.  "I want
this to last, but I am just too hot.  I gotta get off, then we
can make love."

We both were scrambling out of clothes.  We got naked at about the
same time.  I gave Matt one kiss, and then started on his neck. "Jim
I can't wait, make me cum.  Hurry, please."  I just went for his
dick.  I just barely got my lips wet and licked his head before I
could see he was cumming.  After about three slides on his hot cock
I was rewarded with a mouth full of his hot cum.  He filled my
mouth several times before he was finished.

"Man, that was fantastic.  I am sorry I couldn't wait.  I guess I
waited 24 years, that was long enough.  I have never cum that much
in my life."  Matt moved down and took me into his mouth.  He was
very gentle.

"I won't break.  You are doing fine, but you can't be that gentle."

Matt applied more pressure and started giving a great blowjob.  It
was his first, but he was a natural.  We recharged quickly, both of
us were ready for another round, but we just held each other and
enjoyed the warmth and feel of each other.

"I may never get out of this bed."

"I know what you mean.  When I first saw you, I knew I wanted you,
but now it's so much more than attraction.  I really do like you,
you may have trouble getting rid of me."

"I'm not getting rid of you and I am not letting you get rid of
me.  You may have created a monster and are stuck with it."

"This train is going awful fast, but I don't want off.  I think
we have a lot to talk about, when we have time to talk."  We were
again in a passionate embrace, driving for another wild climax.



Epilogue

I started writing this as just a story, but then I decided to write
a true story.  The ages in the story are bogus.  I am fifty-two now,
but was forty-three at the time.  Matt was twenty and working as a
summer intern.  He had just completed his freshman year.   Matt and
I lived together for seven years before a drunk driver (actually pot
as I understand it) cut his life short.

I have spent almost two years in more or less a funk.  Not that I
sat around feeling sorry for myself or lonely, but it was like I
didn't care much one way or the other.  Two high school seniors
made me see how much fun it is to be above ground.  Thanks to them,
I am not sitting around waiting for Prince Charming to walk up and
bite me on the butt.  I am out kissing frogs looking for the asshole.
Eric and Sean, I owe you guys.  I didn't realize until I wrote this
story how much you have helped me.  Hell, until I wrote this, I didn't
know I needed the help that you have already given me.