Date: Fri, 10 Aug 2012 06:00:31 -0400 (EDT)
From: Jlyguy9@aol.com
Subject: Rob My Comforter

Rob My Comforter

It was the day of my Dad's funeral and a service was held in the
undertaker's chapel. I was amazed at the amount of friends he had, some of
who were in his bowling club and such.

I enveloped into tears after the ceremony and this guy who called himself
Rob came to comfort me, saying he had known Fred ( my dad) ever since he
joined  the bowling club two years before and thought he was a great .

He was still in attendance at the burial, standing beside me, for I had no
family to speak of.
He hugged me to his shoulder  and I openly wept. I  was going to miss Dad
even though we had, had our differences and had not spoken  of late..

When Rob clasped my hand I felt a sincere warmth coming through. When I
started to take it away he continued to clasp and then placed his other hand
over my knuckles.

I was highly vulnerable at the time and although I appreciated Rob's
concern I felt that it was just a little more than merely that.

He whispered saying I would get over it and would have to move on. "I cam
help you do that, Pete" he offered and then he said; "Come back to my car,
the  windows at the rear are non see through and I could be at my ease, then
he would  be glad  take me for a drink.

I relented, the funeral was done, Dad's friends had departed and there was
just me and Rob left..
When we got to his four wheel drive it was roomy, he  opened the rear door
and beckoned me in. I thought he would go to the drivers  seat in front but
he too came in and sat beside me.

It was then I began to realise there was more to Rob's concern than just
that, yet oddly I felt no repulsion when his hand grasped mine and he
whispered for me to let him make me feel better after the ordeal. It was as
if he knew my very private sexual leaning that, even though I was 21 that
year, had never been exercised. I had often thought how it would be to have
a boy friend but somehow, with me e being reserved, I had never had the
opportunity to really set my frustrated feelings free and for so long had
done what all lonely guys do. But of course it could never be the same,
like being with another guy, like..."Let me comfort you more, Pete" he said
and it is strange and unlike me, because normally I would have immediately
hedged away, but whether it was because of the deep emotional state I was
in or if it was just something about Rob and his manner that stayed me.

I guess with me not saying a word he took that to be okay and I felt his
hand start to rub my crotch which felt rather lovely.

My first reaction was to puch his hand away.

"Come on Pete, you know you'd like to. Let me just give you a gentle
massage and you will soon feel better, Pete."

It was magic, simply magic, it was like I had known this guy for ages, he
was at least twenty years my senior but that didn't seem to matter at all,
any  shyness I felt seemed to fade when he said just to hush and relax.

His fingers sort of bunched around the swelling which had now become
apparent beneath my black trousers and when he slowly unzipped me it seemed like
the most natural thing in the world.
"I shall be a little sweaty I'm afraid"  I said knowing how  smelly I
could be on a hit summer's day and having to  wear all that mourning gear."

"Shush! don't you worry about that, I love your smell. Look it is so ready"
  Rob said having brought out my swelling over the waistband of my boxer
pants,  and lightly squeezing and moulding it in his hand, almost like it was
a ball of  clay and he was one of those potters, I simply loved it and
immediately I felt  at ease, relaxed just like Rob suggested I do, closed my eyes
and enjoyed the  moment.

Was this really happening? It seemed too good to be true that at last it
took a thing like my Dad's funeral to enable this meeting with a most
attractive  guy who was so very experienced, the way he massaged and spoiled me to
the hilt,  the way I felt him cradle me beneath as he started to place me in
his mouth and  suck me there, but still lightly massaging me back and
forward, exposing my plum  each time which he took well enjoyment of, licking and
sucking me so intently  and deeply to make me want to cum.

Just the feel of his mouth and fingers working on me seemed to take all the
 harsh emotion of the day away from me, instead I felt a warmth I had never
felt,  realising that being treated this way by another guy made doing it
yourself a  very poor substitute.

He made it last by grasping the girth tight, so that he could enjoy a
little more before I cum, he told me.
"There is nothing like a good stiff  wank to ease away the tension
-especially when it is done by another," he said  warmly and with me building I felt
I was going to burst and pleas with him to  release me, because I was
nearly there.

The feeling of all that, the release of all that pent up energy was
released a in one strong surge, opening my eyes as I felt the release cum so
beautifully I watched it spurt into Rob's hand. It was all sop very beautiful
and I could tell Rob thought so too, the way he slowed down the wanking
movement, slowly squeezing all the cum out and occasionally going down with his
head to suckle some of my cream.

"There, is that better, Pete, Tell me it is and I will be one happy guy,
you see I have fancied you for ever."

I was still cuming as he squeezed me like it was a toothpaste tube but I
have never felt it like that before.
He seemed to have taken all my  inhibitions away and I felt it was going to
be a wonderful ongoing  relationship.

I had never ever imagined I would like to do more, but just the feel of him
 enjoying me like that certainly gave me wild aspirations.

I had experimented with different objects right through from the time I was
 eighteen, when I realised my sexual leanings. The times I have bent myself
full  over a chair in front of a most, watching myself use the vibrator up
my  hind.

Now Rob had done this to me, I felt the intimacy deserves return, that he
must want something more.

He laughed when I mentioned it and told me that just wanking me was good
enough for the day, but perhaps we could do something else next time, that I
could go over to his place if I liked and spend the day there, "I hope what
 I  have to show you, you will like." Said Rob in a very provocative  tone.

"The mind boggles, Ben!"

"Better warn you though, I shall want that gorgeous ass."

I guess I must have really flushed up because he felt me there. His fingers
 rimming me as I spread myself across the seat in a position where he could
gain  access more.

Then he bent down and sniffed me there, spreading my ass cheeks at the same
 time, and it felt absolutely wonderful.

I wanted it now!

"Okay then, no time like the present, it will have to be a quick fuck
though because I have to get to the office pretty pronto" he said dropping his
pinstriped trousers down to his knees, revealing a good hard cock which was
a  real WOW!

"A quickie yes, Pete?" he confirmed, holding his firm erection all ready
to  go.

I nodded yes and immediately felt the hotness of his stiff upraised
erection start to bundle into me, he sort of stretched my thighs apart and
managed to take me. It was quick but gorgeous to have a real life flesh cock
inside me at last, something I had craved for, for so long and he fucked me
complete, me feeling if this is what gay sex is all about I am all for it, he
said my ass made for a perfect fuck and next time we could spent time to
really  get top know one another's intimacies,

"By the way," I queried, how is it you knew my Dad?"

"We were lovers! He was like me, Bi"

That says it all, and all that time I had fears about Dad finding out about
 my sexuality.