Date: Tue, 16 Nov 2010 08:51:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Justin Balancier <jbalancier9@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sometimes That's All There Is?

The following story is a gay-straight relationship between two young men
that goes nowhere; Happiness does not exist between them as a couple and
not even as friends.  All that matter to them is their sexual attraction
for each other?or is that all?


Sometimes That's All There Is?

			    By Justin Balancier

At one time there was a luncheonette in New York called the Grill Pit. It
is no longer in business as far as I know. They served the best sirloin
steak sandwiches on a hard roll at a reasonable price, and so the place was
popular.  I use to stop there often.  The crowd was mixed with lots of
single guys and gals who would hang out there.  They had older style stools
that swiveled completely around at the lunch counter.  I often sat at the
counter.

There was one guy in particular that I would see there a lot. He had a nice
body and was good looking.  He was a younger than me and had a nice build.
I was twenty-three and he had just turned twenty-one. He had smooth looking
muscular arms.  His hair was jet black and somewhat wavy which peeked out
from under his cap sometimes he wore a cowboy type hat. - Piercing green
eyes and a killer smile.  I use to sneak a look every chance I got.  Girls
hung around him and he acted cool.  One day he sat next to me at the
counter. There were no girls around.  We exchanged a few words. He was
friendly but on the quiet side.  At one point, he swiveled around on his
stool to face me.  He was wearing tight jeans and a tank top that showed
off his muscular arms and pecks.  I glanced towards his leg and a packed
bulge was outlined in his jeans.  He made me nervous.

There was this obvious gay acting dude by the name of Chucky Ray who uses
to hang around the Grill Pit. He would strike up conversations with
straight dudes with hopes of getting in their pants. And it often worked
because he did just that.  His father owned a neighborhood tavern and he
would pour guys free drinks when he was behind the bar and his old man
wasn't around.  Before long Chucky stopped working at his father's bar and
was drinking around town in other places. So something must have
happened. Yeah, something happened all right. It's called "gotcha."

There was plenty of cruising activity all along the Boulevard, a street
that ran through a portion of the city.  A gay crowd of aging "starlets"
would gather at a tavern called "Clancy's" bar. One day on my way home I
stopped at the bar for a brew.  I knew a few people but not many.  I
recognized Chucky Ray drinking with a small group of guys. Standing next to
him was the stud from the Grill Pit.  They were "horsing around" and
laughing.  I asked the bar tender if he knew the good-looking dude hanging
with Chucky.  He said, "All I know is that his name is Tom - he has a big
cock, a killer butt and he's straight - sorry Justin." I said, "why the
hell is he hanging with Chucky?" He turned and blurted out as he walked
away, "don't tell me you're that stupid" and went back to pouring drinks.

What I knew about Chucky told me that something had to be going on. Chucky
never had much money after his ole man threw him out, so I figured that
wasn't it.  There was some heavy pot and drugs around...perhaps that was
the attraction.  Maybe Tom was using Chucky for sex - I thought that
couldn't be it because this dude could get anybody he wanted.  I couldn't
figure it out. I knew if only I could talk to Tom when he was by himself
maybe something would click. Ah, to hell with it 'cause it's not going to
happen. Anyway "that was that" - so I thought.

My roommate Brian came into the bar and set on the stool next to me.  "Get
a load of Chucky drinking with that hot looking guy over there" Brian
commented.  I know - I wonder what that's all about"? I answered. "Beats me
Justin, it's money, drugs or sex 'cause chucky isn't no beauty. Said Brian.

Occasionally, I would see Tom walking alone down the street in shorts and a
tank top and I would think to myself - "OMG - he is something"?sigh.

I was on my way to work one morning and driving up the Boulevard when I saw
Tom hitching a ride. I passed by him and then went around the block again.
It was Tom all right. This time I stopped at the light and he got in. I
remembered that his name was Tom but he didn't realize that I knew it.  I
thought to myself - "Justin, this is your one and probably only chance so
don't screw it up" I drove about a half block still looking at him. Not
knowing what was going to happen - I came right out and asked him if he
wanted a great blowjob.  He stared straight ahead. I thought to myself -
this is not a good sign. I said, "charge whatever you want. I don't care"
He turned to me - "I'm not looking for cash - how great is great? "Do you
mean right now?  He asked - I said, "yes right now -" He said, " my name is
Tom - okay man you can blow me" - "I'm Justin, I told him" I live only a
couple of blocks away."  We went to my apartment.

The place was empty and my roommate Brian was working.  My heart was
thumping and I was a little scared. Excited as hell but still a little
scared. I didn't know what to expect and I really didn't care. All I cared
about was touching this dude and I was bringing him home with me. Nothing
else mattered.

Once we were inside the living room and comfortable. He let me unbuckle his
jeans and gently fondle him. His dick began to grow in my hand and I licked
it into my mouth.  He never objected. With the groans he was making I
figured he discovered what great meant.  I still get excited thinking about
it. I was all over him like a dog in heat. Everything that morning was
perfect.  Damn I was pleased with myself.  I thought I had landed in Oz. It
was so hot.

The summer soon filled with sex for both of us and eventually got hotter
far beyond anything I thought would happen. But it managed to do just that.
I understood why the ladies wanted to get laid by this man. His cock was
long and perfect. He smelled so clean and delicious. Justin I thought -
"What a slut you are" - and it didn't bother me one bit thinking that
way. I played hard when it came to pleasing Tommy."

The first time that I picked up Tom hitch-hiking he wanted a blowjob and I
wanted to do it. I gave him my number and he tucked it in his pocket -
"I'll call you" I knew that would never happen. Hot looking guys never call
they don't need to. I wasn't stupid but I pretended that it was a good
idea. About a week later he called me. " Want me to stop by? " I acted cool
about it.  " Sure I guess that would be alright." Actually I was excited as
hell but didn't want to show it. He came over and we got undressed. We
played around a little, jerked off together and did mostly rubbing and
touching.  He left.  Hum I thought - "not great but it was okay"

It was barely a few days later when he called again.  "Want me to stop by "
I said, "sure" This time we sat on the couch our legs touched and neither
of us moved. He said, "Justin you are a sexy looking dude," I told him if
he wanted to see hot go look in the mirror 'cause he could make "hot"-
sizzle.  I think he liked hearing that. He put his hand on my knee,
squeezed a little and then told me to stand up.  I stood in front of him
and he unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. The pants dropped to the
floor and he wrapped his arms around the back of my legs and pulled me in
closer to him. OMG this dude was sucking my dick. He whispered, " Tell me
when you're getting close". I slid to the floor stretched out - I was about
to cum. He took his mouth off and finished jerking me with his hand. He ran
his fingers thru the cum on my chest and then wiped it off with a
tissue. He got dressed and left. I thought to myself - " what the hell was
all that about "

We began to see each other often. I spent much of the time sucking his
dick. Tom would ask me, " did I cum a lot?" "Yes, pretty good," I would
say.  The next time he asked me that same question " did I cum a lot?" He
wanted to look and touch it. So he began coming on my chest. He was
intrigued with cum. Often we jerked off together. He would put cum it in
his hand and rub it on my face. Sometimes he would lie on top of me. His
chest was warm and muscular. I began to look forward to doing this with
him. His build was spectacular. He liked to lie on top of me and I would
look up at his thick lips and those killer green eyes.  It was awesome.

Having sex with Tom was hotter than hot. It usually ended with one of us
standing and the other sitting or lying down.  The exception was during a
fuck session when legs and feet could be anywhere.

Tom began getting more comfortable around me. One time I had his cock in my
mouth. He would call his cum "food" and tell me that my lunch was coming
and to get ready to eat.  Talk about a turn on - I loved hearing him say
it. He was getting close one time when he told me to hold it. He jumped to
his feet and shot into his hand. He didn't miss a drop. He motioned me back
down.  I thought here comes another sticky chest rub - no, not this
time. He showed me his cum filled hand and brought it to my mouth. I sat
upright and he told me to taste it. So I did. I'm going to feed you buddy
He said," get it all dude" and put his wet fingers in my mouth so I could
lick them until all the cum was gone.  I wiped my hand across my mouth,
"Christ, that was a lot of cum".  Tommy flashed a huge smile.  I knew he
was pleased with what I had just told him.  A-ha, I had discovered his
weakness I could sense it - so I thought.  I started to cum myself but
stopped in time. He asked me if I had shot off yet and I mumbled " no, not
yet" I stopped in time.

He relaxed and drifted back with his legs spread. He asked me to rub his
chest and touch his ass. His body was smooth and hard.  Tom had a small
line of black hair leading towards his crotch. It was so sexy
looking. Sometimes I would nibble on it and rub my tongue over it "Touch me
Justin - just touch me" he would say.

My hand worked its way around to his butt, which was smooth. Nothing was
soft. He was solid, round and firm. Dressed in his clothes he looked
great. Without them he looked incredible. He rolled on his stomach and I
kissed his thighs and licked some sweat off his back. I parted his ass
cheeks. Everything was tempting so I put my tongue and face everywhere on
his body.  I rubbed a finger over his butt - " Put it in" he muttered. - I
did with the help of a little spit. He wiggled a little, " try two" I did
that also. He flipped around sat up and looked at me. " Grab the lube,
Justy I want to get fucked - I know you want it" don't question me man -
just do it please!"  I said - "Really, I can fuck you?" - Tom was
correct. - I did want it. I wanted it all.  The lube went on my dick and I
gently eased my cock inside him. He was warm and tight.  It didn't take
long before I exploded and filled his ass with cum. It was incredible.
Later he took a long shower and left. That was Tom's way - Have sex and
leave. I was too satisfied to think anything negative about it. That was
okay with me -go home Tommy - leave.  I didn't care.

I received a phone call at work the following week. It was Tom wondering if
I could do him a favor. I said, that depends.  He was at Golds gym and just
finished a workout and needed a ride.  Tom had a driver's license but no
car. He told me he would borrow Chucky Ray's car to pick up chicks but
wasn't hanging out with Chucky any longer so now the car was gone.  Hum I
thought - "Now I know how Chucky held Tom's interest when I saw them
drinking together" It made perfect sense. Now days Tommy was getting around
town on a bike or he used his thumb to catch rides. Looking the way he did
he never waited very long for a ride.

I told him that I couldn't get away from work.  He spoke softly into the
phone, "I have a present for you, so please pick me up" - "what kind of
present I asked.  He didn't answer.  "Come on Justy, do me a favor you know
I always take care of you, don't I?"  The words were right on and I like
how he said it. I began to get warm and my dick twitched in my pants.  He
uses to call me Justy sometimes. At first I didn't like it because it
sounded childish until I learned that was his way of being close without
being tender or romantic. It was okay. I liked it.

I went to pick him up. When I met him outside the gym he was caring a brown
paper bag. He got into the car , "here this is for you I opened the bag and
peeked in. It was a marijuana plant that didn't look too healthy. I stared
at him - "are you nuts, why would I want this?"  I didn't smoke pot but I
knew that he did. He was growing this plant at home in his closet under
lights and it wasn't doing well. He wanted me to keep it and nurse it back
to health. THEN give it back to him. "Okay Tom, for you I'll do it but I
really don't like it"- Be cool Justin, "that's not your real present. Your
present is between my legs and I want you a little horny.  Can we get out
of here? C'mon buddy let's go parking " - I asked, "what's so special dude,
it's not like I haven't seen it before". Tom answered -" just drive".

I drove back along the Hudson River on the outskirts of the city and pulled
into a deserted rest area. We sat in the car and he pulled down his shorts
and his cock flipped out. He took my head and pushed it down to his crotch
"smell it dude - c'mon man smell it". I didn't shower after my workout and
I saved my sweaty balls for you. "smell it, how does that smell?"  I begin
to get aroused. "Smells good, I replied and I wasn't lying it was
good". The smell of Tom's cock and sweat was erotic. He asked what it
smelled like to me and I said "muscle and sweat. I knew he heard the words
that he was waiting for. I thought, "yum maybe this is lunch". I was going
down on him when he stopped me. I did manage to get one little lick. He
began to get hard "come on" he said and pulled up his shorts and got out of
the car. We walked the bike path, which ran along side the river and came
to a clump of trees and bushes. He took my hand and headed for the
bushes. We got inside and he backed me gently against a tree and put his
hand down the front of my pants. He fondled my cock and held it for a
minute, unzipped everything and pulled my jeans down to my ankles. Still
hanging on to my dick Tom said, "A buddy has to take care of his buddy,
right Justin?"  He dropped to his knees and sucked in my dick to the back
of his throat. My cock begun to get harder and harder. I held on to his
hair as he choked and wrapped his arms around my legs, pulled me in closer
and kept me there. He stayed deep throating my cock and holding me
tight. His eyes began to water as my cock went deeper into his throat. I
came on his lips and he wiped the cum off me with his finger licked it and
then raised his fingers to my mouth so I could lick it.  It was awesome -
totally awesome. It wasn't exactly what I thought was going to happen but I
loved every minute of it.  I said to him -"who taught you that trick? He
said,"Porn man porn - don't you have any movies at your place." I thought,
"Porn hell - you learned that from experience" I wasn't stupid but I was
willing to play his silly game. I didn't say another word. After a blowjob
like that, I was too weak to say anything so we left.

I dropped him off at the corner of Hamilton Place. He said, "take care of
my plant dude" I answered, "I better not get in trouble" He stuck his
finger at me like a pointed gun and walked away. He turned back just once
and flashed that confident smile he was famous for. I drove away thinking
about that awesome blowjob. I had a marijuana plant sitting on the floor of
my car growing in a paper bag and my balls were empty. It felt good.

Tom and I spent time role-playing. The things he would say got dirty at
times but it never bothered me. In fact, I liked it. The first time I
watched him at the Grill Pit - I wanted him.  I wanted to devour him but
not keep him.  Most of the time, but not always, I would make the first
move. Admiration fed his ego. There was a reason behind his desire for gay
sex. Tom worked out regularly at the gym. He was muscular and his bod was
in great shape.  His arms bulge with muscles, his pecs were handsome and
his stomach was flat and hard.  He was an alpha male around girls and with
his gym buddies.  Alpha males have hungry egos which need feeding.  To his
buddies at the gym he was just another dude. Girls used him for dates, sex
and popularity.  They failed however to tell him how desirable and hot he
was the way he wanted to hear it.  But I did. I told him every time we were
together and he needed me for that reason.  An alpha male thrives on
worship.  It can be something as simple as smelling or tasting. When I
discovered that secret about him, we clicked. With the right moves and the
right words, I could go anyplace and do anything to him...Except - kiss. He
told me.  "Hold on there guy, I'm straight Justin and I only kiss women.  I
live with a girl and we fuck. She sucks okay but not as good as you".  I
told him that guys know how it should feel and girls just slide and slobber
- he agreed.  He was turned off when it came to kissing men "that is queer
shit" and he wasn't into guys.  I answered, " yeah, so I noticed". Kissing
Tom was not what I wanted to do anyway. There was so much of everything
else that was so great, kissing came in last. We never said another word
about kissing after that.

Except for getting each other off we had very little in common. When he was
telling me something he would call me dude.  When he wanted something he
would call me Justy.  I knew the difference. When I rubbed his back, butt,
legs, or feet I could lick or kiss anything and I did just that.  His
charisma ruled his thinking. He looked good and he knew it. Tom liked
drawing attention to himself while pretending to be humble and cute. Always
the hot dude who seldom looked for sex - .It found him.  He could find sex
faster than most guys - straight or gay.

It didn't take me long to realize that a guy like this was looking for
worship. I don't believe he thought of it as worship. Tom didn't recognize
what pleased him by name but I did.  I was more aware of what he wanted
than he was. It was something I could tell about him. Women couldn't do
that. He was searching for someone to play by the feelings that his body
demanded. That's where I came in.

He chilled with his straight buddies and with girls for pussy. There were a
few gay dudes from the bar who knew him by name. They would brag about
having sex with him but no one really believed it.  Tom worried about his
image around town and he didn't trust anyone. He did trust me.- It took a
while but he did trust me.  When we were alone his moves were clear and the
heat intense. At the time, I never thought of these moves as anything "Hot"
I thought we were just a couple of horny guys. We were both very young and
we liked having sex together.  Now when I think about it I realize that it
was "hot" unbelievably hot. We would lie together naked fondling each
other. Tom wanted to be touched and I knew that. I told him what he wanted
to hear. I licked, touched, kissed his butt and feet.  It wasn't difficult,
it was delicious and I liked doing it.  Sometimes he would slide his cock
down my throat.  Sometimes he would sit on top of me.  When he was about to
cum he would stand up and fill his hand where he could look at it and I
could handle or taste it. Tom was a big shooter of cum and he liked feeding
it to me.  It pleased him, so it pleased me.  He would ask - "did I cum a
lot?" He liked hearing about it. "Yeah dude, you came a lot".  Saying it
turned us both on.

In the beginning Tom would top me and he was good at it. I wasn't much into
getting screwed but when Tom put his cock inside of me I liked it. It
wasn't long however before the roll got reversed and Tom turned into a
bottom. I was getting inside him regularly and loving every minute of it. I
asked him why he preferred to bottom and he told me that he loved the
feeling he got from being fucked.  He said, "Women can't satisfy a guy that
way but another dude could" He liked it.

So there we were top or bottom it didn't make any difference to either of
us but Tommy preferred to bottom.

I was driving up the boulevard one night on my way to a gay bar uptown. I
stopped at a biker bar called "The Harley" that was popular. I went in and
it was crowded but I found a spot at the bar. There were leather guys and
some tough looking girls in the back drinking, shooting pool and screwing
around. They were all together in a group I spotted someone who looked like
Tom. It could have been him but it didn't matter. It was dark, smoky, and
loud music was playing one song after another. I was about to get out of
there when someone set a bottle of beer in front of me and said, "It's on
me" It was Tom. I said "I thought that was you shooting pool" - he looked
straight ahead - "You checking on me?" He had been drinking and a little
surly. I said, "that's bullshit -Check on you!!!  I don't even know your
name, you're probably an asshole anyway" He broke a grin - "you might be
Justin" I answered, "sorry wrong again dude, my name is Sam.  He walked a
little tipsy back to his friends. His girlfriend was with him in the
group. A few minutes later he half stumbled back and whispered, "Let's get
out of here" I answered, "Are you crazy, I'm not leaving with you"- ah,
c'mon Justin, "I want to get off" - " Not now Tommy, your girlfriend is
over there and she will take care of you later" - to which he slurred "Who,
that bitch" I thought, oops there's trouble in paradise.

I left the bar and was almost to my pick up truck when Tom reached for the
passenger door.  "c'mon Justy aren't we friends?" - " Not really we are
only sex buddies" I must have said the right words because he brighten up
and got in the truck. That's how it was with Tom.  The right words would
work miracles. Dude I said, - "your girlfriend is going to miss you".  He
told me that she thought he was going to pick up some weed.  "Say, buddy,
did you call me an asshole." - "Yep I did." - he smiled.

"Drive man - you got me hot" - "I haven't done anything" to which he
answered "well not yet anyway but you will" I headed up the boulevard and
pulled into a parking lot of a closed furniture store. Everything was dark
except for a few lights on the building. Tommy, unzipped his pants, took my
hand and put it inside his jeans.  He was hard. "this is for you man - take
it, come on dude, take it" I had a terrible time trying to maneuver around
in the front seat and things were not going well. I said, "how about later,
this is not comfortable" He touched my face with his hand, "Hold on man,
I'll do it" and started to jerk his cock while I licked and told him how
good he smelled. He somehow managed to get his feet to the dashboard and
when he came he kicked. I thought his feet were going through my
windshield.  He said, "got to clean me baby" He had never- ever used the
word "baby" before so I knew it was the booze talking. I told him that he
was okay and most of the cum was gone. "No Justy - the fingers, get the
fingers clean" He wanted me to lick and swallow it all. His girlfriend
would look him over for cum stains when he got home. He pulled his jock
down to his knees because she even checked his underwear.  It was difficult
to believe he would allow her to do that BUT it was his choice.  Chicks - I
never would put up with that crap but his personal straight life was none
of my business. He cleaned up well and I felt good doing it for him. I
said, "Tommy ole bud, you sure came a lot". He expected it.  It pleased him
so it pleased me. He always smelled and tasted good and he needed to hear
that.  I dropped him off outside Harley's bar and headed uptown. I was
almost there when I took a side street and turned around. Tom's power was
still with me and there was nothing I wanted to see or do. I was feeling
that good.  I went home.

I never telephoned Tom.  He preferred it that way because his girlfriend
knew his friends and she didn't know me. Tom always contacted me and I like
it that way.  It was easy.

One afternoon Tom called me and I took a long lunch break from the job. We
laid on the bed with our shirts off but our shorts were on.  It was a hot
summer day and the apartment was warm.  The air conditioning was not
working well. He cuddled next to me and put his arm around the back of my
neck. I just laid there. He glistened in the daylight and was moist with
sweat but smelled hot and clean. I put my head on his chest and began
licking the sweat off his shoulder.  It was electrifying. He tasted so good
and I was getting horny just licking him.  I ran my hand over his lips and
put my finger on his mouth.  He smiled and opened his mouth exposing really
nice teeth. He licked my finger and got it wet with his spit.  Tom then
took my finger, touched my face with it and said, "open" He put the same
wet finger in my mouth. Now I was swapping spit with him. OMG I wanted to
kiss him so badly and put my tongue in his mouth but I knew that was
something I was not allowed to do.

He rolled over and his arm went across my face and he left it there. I was
face to face with his armpit. I could see bits of black inviting hair under
his arm. His biceps were bulging and he was getting aroused so I licked the
muscle in his arm.  His dick was falling out of his shorts and he began to
get hard. He started to get some precum leaking from his dick.  He reached
down and put some "sicky"on his finger and showed it to me.  "Want it?"
Tom said, and put his precum on my lips.  It was sweet tasting.  He raised
his arm and laid it across my mouth." Do my pits Justy -lick my armpits and
eat me" I thought, "Why the hell not - I've been every place else" I buried
my face in his armpit and began licking him. He stood up, raised his arm
and leaned against the wall for support.  There was no need to tell me
again. I knew where to go. He was moist, hot and very clean.  It is
difficult to describe the pleasure I got from doing it. The licking would
repeat itself at another time.  I wanted to do it again and Tom knew it. It
was awesome.

The city was building neighborhood parking across from my apartment
building.  Sometimes I would sit on the front steps reading my mail and
watched the construction going on. I thought, "Wonder who will get the
landscape contract for the new building". I would often think that way when
I saw bare property that needed landscaping.

The next time Tom called me was from his job.  He told me that he was
working construction for the summer months AND he was across the street.  I
asked, "on the city parking garage" and he answered, "That's it" I wasn't
sure if that was a good idea or a bad idea.  My roommate Brian was a nosey
cocksucker and I didn't want him to find out about him.  I knew Brian would
gossip at the bar and that was not good for me and certainly not good for
Tom.

Behind closed doors we acted like whores sometimes but excited about the
things we did together - and that was what counted. We trusted each
other. With him working across the street I was uneasy.  I had to think.

Tom wanted to stop by the apartment on Friday mornings around 7:00 am for
coffee before going to the job. Friday was a good day because Brian was
away and Tom knew it. I liked the idea. When he would come by other times
we talked mostly about pot or sex - so this seemed a good way to exchange
different conversation for a change.  I agreed.

When Friday rolled around my doorbell rang at 7:00 am.  He stood in the
doorway with his hand leaning against the doorframe and a white hard hat
tucked under his arm.  He stuck the hat on his head and walked towards me.
He was wearing tight work jeans and work boots. You could see the bulge of
his dick in his pants.  Dear God, I thought - "I must be in love" I
followed him into the kitchen without taking my eyes off his butt.  It was
something.

The next few minutes were actually quite normal. This was the first time
that we talked like friends, just a couple of guys over a cup of coffee.
It didn't last too long before I ran my hand over his knee .  He said, "No
dude. Coffee remember! We are having coffee." He winked those killer green
eyes and smiled. My hand went back to the cup.  We liked each other.

Just like clockwork the following Friday I was sleeping naked when the
doorbell rang at 7:00 am. I threw on a pair of jeans but no shirt. Tom came
in and leaned against the work counter in the kitchen. He was wearing a
tight white tee shirt and jeans with a rip at the crotch. I thought to
myself. "Be good Justin and behave" I faced him and he touched my bare
chest.  I said, "coffee dude, remember coffee?"  He lifted me on to the
work counter and whispered, "fuck the coffee" My jeans came sliding down
and he put each leg on his shoulders and just looked at me.  I laid there
naked on the work counter feeling like a French hooker. "hey dude you
should see your balls from this angle" I couldn't stop laughing and slid
off the counter and grabbed his hand.  Tom - "did you ever see the bedroom
in this place" -"Why don't you show me was his answered".  A few minutes
later we were rubbing cock together and filling Tom's hand with cum.  The
rest is history.  After that morning I didn't hear from him again for
several weeks.

The finishing touches were going on the parking garage.  His summer job had
probably ended.  On Friday the doorbell rang.  It was 7:00 am. I had just
awakened and was wearing boxers but no shirt. I opened the door and there
he stood - "got any coffee dude?" He asked.  "I believe I do - be ready in
a minute" I told him.  My hunch was correct about the parking garage.  This
was Tom's last week on the job.

The coffee was bubbling away and I went into the bathroom to splash some
water and brush my teeth.  I stood in front of the mirror and I could see
him behind me.  He put his arms around my waist, laid his face against my
back and held me for a moment.  Then my boxers came down and he was
touching my butt.  I could feel wet lube in his hand and he push a finger
inside me.  He bent me over the sink and gently eased his cock inside me.
Tom had a pretty big dick and the position he had me in didn't feel so
good.  I didn't like it - but I took it and didn't complain.

There was not a lot of conversation that morning and things didn't feel the
same. After a quick shower he left. He was down the stairs and out the door
into a beautiful sunny morning. His hair was still wet under the hard
hat. I turned off the coffee.

The phone rang.  It was my gay neighbor across the hall. His name was Paul
a friend of mine.  Not a close friend but still a friend.  Paul said,
Hello, "do I have Justin's whorehouse?" I answered, "okay nosey - what do
you want? - "the scoop dolly - the scoop. Who is this 7:00 am wake up stud?
I can set my alarm lock by him. I couldn't see his face but he looks hot as
hell from behind what an ass."  I said, "a friend -he's just a friend and
nothing is going on so you can stop anytime."  "Oh come on < mon ami> this
is Paul you're trying to bullshit." I said, " Well you do know a lot about
bullshit. Nice try Paul. I have to get to work".  We hung up the phone. I
went to work that morning but instead of feeling uplifted like I usually
did after being with Tom I felt uncomfortable. Something didn't seem
right. The phone calls stopped coming and I didn't see him again after that
morning.

Several years passed.  Life was good.  I had a job in landscaping that I
loved and was surrounded with good friends. I was at work one day compiling
a list of shrubs for a landscape project.  I was expecting a call from the
customer with additional information.

The call came and I picked up the phone.  It wasn't my customer.  Instead a
man's voice asked if Justin Balancier was there and I answered, - "this is
Justin" - The man said, "this is a voice from your past - do you know who
this is?"  I said "sure it's Tom Winfield".  "Justin - how the hell did you
know it was me?  I told him that voice was easy to remember.  We did a few
minutes of nonsense chatter.

He had moved to Mass and if I could get away for lunch he would tell me
about it.  "Sorry Tom - I'm working on a landscape job and can't get away -
maybe tomorrow."  Tom said that he was in town only for today with family.
He was going back to Mass in the morning.  I didn't know what to do.  I
thought for a minute and my dick began to swell talking to him.  I Said,
"Where do you want to go for lunch?  He answered, "Let me surprise you".
The way he used words brought back memories.  I liked hearing them and I
wanted to hear them again.

I went to the office mgr and told her that I cracked a tooth that morning.
I called the dentist and he wanted to look at it this afternoon in case it
was something serious.  She was so sweet - "You go ahead Justin and get it
taken care of" I felt like a sneak making up that story - I really
did. However I still did it.

I was no longer living at the apartment. I had moved to the suburbs just
outside of Albany.  I gave Tom the address. See you in about an hour was
the last thing he said before hanging up.  I left work and drove home.

When I got home there was a car parked in the driveway.  Tom had beat me to
the house and was waiting.  He got out of his car and walked toward me.
His appearance had changed and it was for the better.  His hair was cut
short almost shaved to his head and he was nicely dressed.  The jeans, the
cowboy hat, tank top and boots were gone.  He looked slightly older and
more mature. He was so good looking. There was no doubt about it.  He shook
my hand and said, "dude it's good to see you again. You haven't changed a
bit - you're still a sexy little Frenchmen."  I said, trying to act
unconcerned - "why thank you bud and <bonjour> to you too." I told him he
looked cool, no better than that - he looked great. I said, "married life
must be agreeing with you".  He mumbled - "well sort of"...

We sat in front of the house on a stonewall with our legs dangling like a
couple of teen-agers and talked about everything.  He married his
girlfriend and they had a six-year-old boy in school and a younger
daughter.  His girlfriend was from Mass so after they got married she
wanted to go back home.  Tom's family was still living in New York. He was
in Albany to attend a funeral for his uncle who had passed away.  I told
him about my job and he pretended to be interested but I could tell that he
was not.

We talked about some of the things we did when we were younger.  "Man, we
pulled some crazy junk didn't we Justin?"- " I don't know how crazy it was,
I said but I liked it and wild for a country boy - You were a good teacher
Tommy" - "Me, He Blurted out.  Hey, I was the one who got seduced.
Remember dude - hitchhiking" - we were reaching a comfort zone.

Our legs touched the same way they did years ago and neither of us moved.
Tom looked directly at me - "do you want to go and do one?  One what? - I
asked.  Dude, don't play dumb with me" said Tom - I answered-"you bet your
ass I do - follow me" We hopped off the wall and he followed me into the
house. I went into the kitchen and prepared a couple of drinks.  We each
had a taste for scotch so that worked out fine.  We sat on the sofa still
talking and getting re-acquainted.  I went back to get refills for the
drinks. When I returned Tom was lying on the sofa with his shirt off and
his hands behind his head. I thought to myself - "Oh no - not that again".
But I was wrong this time, he was just getting comfortable.

We continued talking for a while but I couldn't keep my hands to myself any
longer.  I kneeled on the floor and started touching his chest.  I can't
explain the excitement that was going through me at the time.  "Want too? -
He asked"- "Try to get away I said."  I led him to the bedroom and for a
brief moment we slipped back in time and it felt so right. He sat on top of
me and bent down and kissed me.  It was nothing passionate it was only a
kiss. "What's that for I asked" - "Oh shut up - that's all you're going to
get" and flashed the smile that had been missing for so long. The kiss was
special.  I knew Tom had to search long and hard in order to do that.  He
rolled beside me and whispered in my ear. "Will you fuck me Justy - please
touch me and fuck me."  I knew this was the missing link from his marriage.

He made soft noises and moved closer to me accepting every thrust. Tom felt
completely at home with eight inches of cock inside him.  He was content
and looked relaxed lying there under my body. I pulled out and kissed his
chest one last time just to taste him once more.  He jerked off and it
landed on his thigh.  I licked him clean like I had done so many times
before and told him he had cum a lot. I could tell that he liked hearing it
again.  In my heart I felt a little sorry for him. I don't know why I felt
that way. I just thought he was not a very happy man.  Here was a dude who
always had everything - maybe he still did. But it was something that I
would never know for sure.

The next thing that happened was not a pretty scene.  I was in the kitchen
and Tom was on the phone talking to his wife.  He drank enough scotch to
give him courage to call her.  He was talking to her about having three-way
sex. This must have been something they would do together because she
seemed receptive to the idea.

He said "I want us to do it with this guy. Yes, I know him and he's an okay
dude - he's gay and you will like him."  She seemed okay with the idea
UNTIL he told her - " No, don't touch him. I want him to fuck me while I am
fucking you."  Everything became quiet and Tom hung up the phone. He
realized he had just exposed his clandestine life to her. His wife didn't
like what she just heard.  He left immediately.  Tom was gone for good this
time. I could feel it.

Last year around the holiday season I was walking through the mall filled
with Christmas shoppers.  I passed a seating area where folks could stop
and rest.  On a bench was lady with two small children and a man sitting
next to them.  As I walked by the man looked at me and our eyes met. He had
dark green killer eyes. For a split second I was locked in time. It was
Tom. He saw me and quickly turned away and I kept walking. I took the
escalator up to the second floor. I wanted to look over the railing and
watch them. When I reached the top I peered over the railing to the area
below. The bench was empty and they were gone.  Riding the escalator back
to the ground floor I stared at the empty bench and thought to myself -
"I'll always remember you Tommy - and sometimes that's all there is"...

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