Date: Sat, 17 Oct 2015 00:03:50 -0500
From: Michael <obiwankenokie@gmail.com>
Subject: Gay Beginnings; 'Yummy Daddy 1'{Okiewan}( MM )[1!1]

This story is entirely fiction any similarity to any persons is purely
coincidental.

I enjoy feedback so if you like the story please feel free to shoot me an
email at Obiwankenokie@gmail.com.

Yummy Daddy

I had been invited to a party, well sort of.  Bob, a newer friend of mine
and my emerging gay godfather to me extended his invitation to me.

We had just stopped to buy a bottle of booze to bring to the party and were
walking along 17th street toward the party when I met who for me was the
most beautiful man I have seen in person.  He was turning the corner to go
to the same liquor store we had just left.  I was transfixed by him the
moment he appeared.  He stood in the bright lights of the busy corner in a
tight t shirt and plaid shorts.  He had close cropped dark hair with just a
sparkle of grey at his temple.  His eyes were large and warm and inviting.
Their darkness reflected the streetlamps.  I was unable to speak.  He and
Bob exchanged introductions and I think I was introduced and I am sure I
wasn't able to speak intelligently.  Another man was with him, slightly
taller and thicker.  I was able to speak with him. He said his name which I
butchered attempting to say it back.  He said I could call him Rod.

Rod and I led the procession while Bob and the latino god followed us.  My
head was swimming.  I tried to talk to Rod but he had kind of a thick
accent and I was not good at picking out his words.  I have told myself for
years that I really needed to learn Spanish but just haven't done so
yet. Rod and God went into the store while Bob and I stood outside.

"He likes you." Bob said indicating the latino god.

"Whatever," I replied.  I am just a doughy middle aged man.  I have lost a
lot of weight since I moved out of my wife's house but I was not a looker,
in my eyes anyway.  I used to have blonde hair but it is mostly grey now, I
have a grey goatee that I like because it defines my chin better but its
color makes me seem older than 45.  I am 5 10 and still have a little bit
of a gut but not as much as before.  In either case I found it ridiculous
to think that someone as hot as this latin supermodel would be interested
in me.

Rod and God came out of the liquor store and Bob said he wanted to go to
the grocery store to get some healthy things to eat.  As my gay godfather,
Bob had taken an interest in making sure I stayed on my diet.  No chips or
pizza for me it seemed.  Bob went into the store and I stood outside with
Rod and God who introduced himself again as Jose.  Jose's voice was like a
rich and dark caramel macchiato.  I looked at him and still could not
breathe, I could not make out his words, not because of his accent, but
because I couldn't think.

Bob came out of the store and we walked on to the party.  We got to the
building and Jose lifted his leg in a funny tei chi move in order to get
the security card near enough to the door.  It was a playful move that made
me want him even more, if that was possible.  Jose said some stuff about
the building; clearly we were going to his apartment.  It was an older
place with fine plaster ornaments along the ceiling. It was once a place of
great grandeur. I just nodded and smiled as I let the rich music of his
voice wash over my ears.  I was now able to pick out words. He stood next
to me in the small elevator.  He was a mixture of cologne, booze and sweat
and I wanted to eat him, right there. I worried that my affection for him
was showing through my own shorts.  I adjusted a little and hoped it was
not too obvious, or if it was that it was appreciated.

To the top floor we went, then down a hallway to his impossibly tiny
apartment.  I thought my new place was small.  His place was little more
than a small living room with a bathroom attached.  There were two other
Latin men, one older and distinguished looking and the other a very young
man all of 21 if that.  Also there was a white man, a little older than me
sitting at the window smoking a cigarette.  Names were provided.  Lucho was
the older Latino man, Christian was the young man and George was the man at
the window.

Jose and George exchanged conversation that let me know very clearly that
they were a couple.  My mind cleared.  He wasn't available. I was a little
disappointed but I was still at my first private party in Washington DC as
a free gay man and I was happy.

"We are drinking Russian Mohitos." Jose said to me.

"What exactly is that?" I asked

"Vodka and lime juice mostly," Jose said. "I will make you one you will
like it."

"Ok, that works."  We made simple small talk during the party.  The drink
was strong but not unpleasant.  George talked about his ailing parents.  I
learned that he and Jose had been together for several years.  Bob talked
to us as well.  The other men would break into lightning fast Spanish and
every once in a while I would think that maybe Jose was talking about me or
something.  He looked at me a lot.  He made me another drink and it was
better than the first, or I was just too tipsy to know the difference
anymore.  We went to the roof top to see the sights of DC.  I walked around
with George as he pointed out the sights.  I pointed to a building near my
apartment, and the capitol, and other places of interest.  I had only been
in town a short time so I was still getting my bearings.

A pizza was delivered I ate a slice but stuck mostly to the fresh
vegetables that Bob provided.  Then Bob said he was tired and it was
apparently time for the party to be over.  I was tipsy but knew that it
would be easy still to get home on the train.  Bob grabbed a cab first,
then the others left and I asked Jose to point me to the Metro station.

"Oh you don't have to leave yet.  Let's go back upstairs." His voice was as
intoxicating as the vodka.

"Ok, sure." I replied.  He could have told me to lay in the street for the
oncoming bus to flatten and I would have done it.

We walked back upstairs and shared a cigarette.

"Listen, I am tired.  Go back and play at his house or something I'm going
to sleep." George said.

My head swam a little.  I guess they have an open relationship?  I guess I
am going to just go with the flow.

Jose led me from the apartment into the hall and to the stairwell to the
roof.  His key would not work on the door.  He was clearly flustered.  He
wanted me on the roof.  "There are cameras." He said looking up.  Then he
directed me to a corner and in the harsh light and industrial green painted
stairs he kissed me.  It was not a timid kiss.  It was a passionate
lingering kiss that matched his rich voice and his smoldering eyes.  It was
a kiss that said he was waiting for this moment for a long time. And so was
I.  His mouth was the flavor of pizza and lime.  I was breathless and so
into the moment, I forgot who I was, I forgot I was a pudgy 45 year old
from the Midwest.  I was now whatever Jose wanted me to be. I was his
plaything and I wanted only to serve my master.  I fell to my knees a
kissed the straining bulge in his plaid shorts. I pulled down the zipper
and pulled out his beautiful cock. He was about 7 inches and uncut.  It was
the color of cinnamon with a glisten of honey on the end.  I am not the
most experienced cock sucker.  I spent 40 years in a closet just dreaming
of it.  All this didn't matter.  I swallowed him to the root.  It choked me
a little but it was so good.  The smooth skin on my lips.  The feeling as
it bumped the back of my throat.  I moaned.  He moaned.  I felt him pulling
up on my ears and I stood and we kissed again.  He reached down and undid
my belt until my pants fell to the floor.  I helped my underwear follow.
He fell to his knees and I felt my 7 in cut cock disappear down his throat.
I have had my cock sucked before.  I have. But never with this desire.  I
felt his fingers digging into my buttocks.  He pushed me against the wall
pushing his mouth further down my pole.  I put my hands on his head to feel
his soft hair.  He released me and stood again and we were kissing again.

I wanted him to fuck me.  He turned me around and I could feel his dick on
my asshole rubbing it.  I knew my hungry ass wanted him.  That it was
opening for him, trying to draw me in but I knew there was no condom.  I
knew I couldn't.  With all the strength I could muster I stood up and said
no.  I couldn't.  not without a condom.  I wanted it so bad but I knew I
couldn't.  I stood and turned and kissed him again.  I grabbed his
beautiful cock and jerked him off whispering in his ears to cum for me.  He
growled and grunted and came on my shoe.  We stood panting.

"I cannot believe that happened." I said.

He smiled and said something I bend down to get my shorts and I put myself
together.  We walked to the door of the stairwell and I saw a glob of his
cum on his fingers.

Without thinking I sucked it down like an oyster.

We stepped onto the front steps of the building and smoked a cigarette.
The best cigarette I have ever had.  He molded his body into mine. We were
standing but cuddling on the stairs.  We spoke about how we need to know
each other better.  We exchanged gushy compliments. He called me his yummy
daddy.  He waked me to a cab kissed me and turned away.  I didn't have cash
so I got out of the cab and walked 3 miles home.  It was the shortest three
miles I've ever walked.

As soon as I got home at 5 am I texted Bob.  "I NEED his contact
information."

Bob replied.  "Come to lunch on Sunday, he will be here."