Date: Mon, 30 Sep 2002 12:55:30 -0700
From: JS Collection <js.collection@verizon.net>
Subject: Dining Alone- part 2

THIS STORY IS TOTALLY FICTITIOUS. IT CONTAINS DESCRIPTIVE SEX BETWEEN MEN.
IF THIS IS OFFENSIVE TO YOU GO ELSE WHERE. IF IT IS ILLEGAL FOR YOU TO BE
READING IT, YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE TO BEGIN WITH, SO JUST GO AWAY.
OTHERWISE ENJOY IT. JWS


	DINING ALONE (PART 2)
	JOE'S TALE
	by  J.W.SMITH


	The next morning I woke up before the alarm went off.  I got out of
bed feeling refreshed like I hadn't felt in ages.  I was humming to myself
as I made coffee and started breakfast.  When Frank came in, wrapping the
tie to his robe around himself, he stopped and watched me for several
moments.  He scratched his butt.

	"What's got into you, this morning?"

	I smiled at him.  He sat down at the table.

	"I just had a really good night's sleep."

	I went on humming as I set his toast and coffee in front of him.
He grabbed me around my thighs, and pulled me up against his side,
searching my face. I wrapped my arm around his neck and kissed him on his
forehead.

	"Hmmm.  Maybe I should go to more office parties."

	He let go and I sat down and raised an eyebrow at him.

	"Maybe you should."  His astonished look was rather amusing.  I
didn't usually respond to jibes like that from him.

	"What do you mean by that?"

	"Not a thing."

	I munched my toast and studied the front page of the paper lying
between us on the table.  Frank sipped his coffee studying me.  Most
mornings his head was in the paper, ignoring whatever overture I made.  I
was enjoying this turn of the tables.

	"So what did you do last night while I was gone?"

	"I went to Grover's for dinner, where I met a beautiful man who
took me home and made mad passionate love to me.  That's all."

	I glanced up at him and grinned, knowing he would never believe
such an outrageous story.  He studied me for a moment.

	"I almost believe you, with that smarmy look on your face."

	"Maybe you should.  Maybe this isn't one of my stories."

	 I cocked my head and raised an eyebrow, toying with him.  He
frowned and picked up his paper and ignored my foolishness.  I finished my
coffee and took my dishes to the sink.  I was humming again.

	"Joe. Please.  I'm trying to read."

	"Sorry."

	I kissed him on top his head and went to my office.  Forty-five
minutes later he stuck his head in the door.

	"I'm ready to leave."

	I got up from my desk and trod out to him.  I embraced him and
planted a big juicy kiss on his mouth.  He hugged me, looking at me
suspiciously.

	"You're up to something I can feel it."

	I grinned at him and looked coy.

	"Have a good day, Frank, and drive safely."

	 I tightly hugged him again and backed off.  He, again, eyed me
with suspicion, and then left.

I showered and dressed.  I wandered out to the back yard.  Being December,
most of the plantings were in a state of dormancy, but the big Birds of
Paradise were in full bloom.  I love Southern California.
	
	The sun was warm on my skin. I took a deep breath in through my
nose enjoying the scent of roses in the cool air.  I stood there studying
the yard.  An idea formed in my mind.  I went in and pick up the phone and
dialed 411.  I listened to the recording and responded appropriately.
 
	"Montclaire. Don Thompson."  A live voice came on and gave me the
number.  I dialed it and held my breath.

	"Thompson here."

	"Morning, Don, Joe Williams."

	"Hey, how are you this morning.  Last night was fantastic.  I'd
love to do it again, soon.  What's up?"

	He must have had as good night's sleep as I had had.

	"Yeah, last night was something special.  Don, I've been thinking
about having a Pavilion built in my back yard.  Interested?

	"Is this a ploy to get me into bed again?"

	"No, I am serious."

	"Damn right, I'm interested.  It might give me a chance to get you
into bed again."

	"Might? you're incorrigible, Don."  We both laughed. "So when can
you come over and discuss it?"

	"Now too soon?"

	"Come on over. I'll put on a fresh pot of coffee."

	When he came in the door, he closed it, turned and lifted me in his
arms, and smooched me.

	"Put me down!"  I settled my ruffled feathers. "That makes me feel
small."
	
	He stood there grinning at me, dressed in scruffed work boots,
faded well-worn Levi's, and a tight white T-shirt.

	"Well, you aren't big, Joe, at least, not in stature.  But I
apologize.  I'm just happy to see you again."

	"And me too. But let's discuss business right now."  I led him into
the kitchen and poured two mugs of coffee. I handed him one

	"Sugar, Cream?"

	"No, black's fine."
 
	I led him into the back yard, and explained my ideas to him. I
wanted a pavilion along the back wall with a Jacuzzi in one end of it. It
had to match the 1939-streamlined look of the house.  I also wanted to
incorporate glass blocks into the structure to match the house.

	"Get me a pencil and some paper.  I'll sketch out a design and see
if it's what you have in mind."

	We went in and sat at the kitchen table, which looked out over the
yard.  He began drawing. I was amazed that this big macho giant had such a
talent.  He quickly had a picture of a well-balanced structure, much like I
had envisioned.The phone rang. I stood and reached for it.

	"Hello?"

	"Hi, what are you up to?"

	"Hi Frank. I'm just sitting here planning your Christmas present."

	"I thought you weren't doing Christmas any more."

	"OK, so it's your birthday present."

	"My birthday isn't until June. You going to hide it that long?"

	"Oh, I can't hide it. It's going to be too big. And it may be
finished by June."

	"Joe, what are you up to? You've been acting funny today."

	"I'll never tell.  You'll just have to wait and see."

	"Well, I'll talk to you later. Bye."

	"Bye, Babe."

	Don sat there studying me.

	"You really love the guy, don't you?"

	I smiled, thinking fondly of Frank.

	"Yeah, I do."

	"Would there be any room for me?"

	How could a big man like Don look so childlike?  I stepped behind
his chair and wrapped my arms around him.

	"I can't afford to get emotionally involved with you, Don.  Are you
willing to just be fuck buddies?"
	
	He leaned his head back into my chest, looking up at me.

	"Fuck Buddies?"

	"Sex, friends, no emotional involvement."

	"Is that possible, Joe?"

	I studied his upside down face. I leaned down and kissed his nose.

	"Probably not."

	"So what do we do?  It's your call, Joe."

	I hadn't considered his side of the situation. And now, it hit me
full force. I felt so guilty.  But then he had instigated the situation.
He wasn't a kid. He was thirty-three.  Old enough to know what he was
getting into. But then, again, he'd only been involved with one person his
whole life.  I guess he was just a kid.

	"No, it's not my call, Don.  It is yours.  You're the vulnerable
one.  You have to say what is going to happen.  Not me."
	He thought for several moments then grinned up at me.

	"Fuck Buddies it is then."

	He turned in his chair and pulled me on to his lap, embracing and
kissing me.  Needless to say, that soon led to a repeat of last night, with
out the strip tease.  During our play I discovered he had a playful streak
in him.  The strip tease he had performed the night before was only the tip
of the iceberg.  Beneath that manly exterior was a little boy who love a
good joke pulled on someone else.

	We agreed that he would come over Saturday morning to go over the
plan with Frank in attendance.  I told him I wouldn't inform Frank of the
appointment.  We'd let it be a surprise.  He relished the idea.
 
	So when Frank answered the doorbell and saw Don standing there
dressed like he was the day before, and grinning foolishly, he kind of lost
his cool composure.

	"Hi Frank, I'm Don Thompson."

	"Frank Dillon. What can I do for you?"

	He was still doing a double take at the tall virile man standing
before him. Frank was just over six foot tall and in good shape. Don eyed
him up and down.

	"I have an appointment with you and Joe to go over the plans?"

	"Plans?"

	"Yes sir."

	Don just stood there grinning, not being the least bit helpful. And
Frank hated being flustered. He turned and yelled up the stairs.

	"Joe!"

	"Yes, Frank?"

	"Get down here." He turned to Don. "Won't you come in? He didn't
tell me we had an appointment with you. He's been acting weird all week. I
don't know what's gotten into him."

	Don smiled like he had a yellow feather sticking out of his mouth.
Frank didn't see it.

	"I'll be down in a minute. Just let me finish this thought." I
called down to them.

	"Come on into the den, and have a seat.  Joe may be a few
minutes. These thoughts tend, sometimes, to be long.  Can I get you
something to drink?"

	"No thank you, I'm fine."

	Don sat down on the sofa. He looked around the room. His eyes
immediately fell on a couple of X-rated Video boxes.  I had intentionally
placed on the shelf under the coffee table so he would see them.  Frank had
sat in his usual chair, studying him.  He couldn't see what had caught his
eye.  Don leaned forward and picked up the boxes, studying the graphic
nudes on them.  Frank blushed furiously, but he didn't say anything.  Don
looked up at him grinning.

	"I'd like to watch these with you some evening."  Frank's eyes
nearly popped out of his head.

	"What?"

	"I think it would be cool if I could come over and watch these
videos with you fellows some evening."
	He was rather enjoying Frank's discomposure.

	"Who are you?"
	
	Frank's face was red with embarrassment.  At that moment I stepped
into the room.

	"Didn't you guys introduce yourselves?  Frank this is Don.  He is
our neighbor and local building contractor.  He is going to build your
birthday gift.  That is if you approve the plans."

	Seeing that Don still held the tapes in his hand, and that Frank's
mouth was still agape, I went on.

	 "Oh, I guess I forgot to put those tapes away.  Maybe you'd like
to join us some evening to watch them, Don."
 
	"I was just telling Frank, I'd love to."

	"Joe, what's going on here?  Is this some more of your continuing
weirdness?"

	I grinned at him and invited them to follow me into the yard.  I
walked around explaining my idea for the pavilion.  Don was candidly
looking Frank over.  It was exciting him; he was having a difficult time
concentrating on what I was saying.  I scrutinized him as I spoke; he was
definitely falling under Don's guileless spell.

	"So, what do you think of my idea?"

	"Aaah--- I like it, Joe. Although, there is one thing I would
change.  See what you think.  Don, let's have your input in this, too."
	I saw the spider drawing in his web. My plan was going well.  "
	You have a lot of glass block on the end containing the Jacuzzi.  I
feel it might be better balanced, if we used glass block on the other end
also, maybe as a wind break."

	He held up the drawing that Don had done the day before, pointing
at where he was meaning.

	 "I think your right."

	Don took the drawing and knelt, making swift changes to it.

	"What do you think, Joe?"

	"I love it.  Perfect.  When can you start on it?"

	"Hey, slow down you don't even know how much this will cost us.
	
	 "Don, can you work up an estimate and maybe we could discuss this
over dinner?"
	
	The spider had pounced.

	"Sure. It will only be a loose estimate, but it will give you an
idea of the cost."

	"Great! Then you will be back here at seven and we'll treat you to
dinner."
				^^^^^^^

	"Nice guy, Don Thompson, where did you meet him?"  Frank had walked
in to my office. He stood looking out the window.  I was sitting at my
desk, stuck on an idea that just wouldn't coagulate.

	"He's our neighbor. Lives over on Clayton Street."

	"Yes. So where did you meet him?"

	"Oh, at Grover's the other night. He was by himself and asked if he
could join me.  He knew who I am.  He told me he's read all of my
writings."

	I was warily watching the cogs meshing in Frank's mind.  This could
go many different directions. Or in all directions at once.

	"Tell me the rest."

	"Well, he told me that he is a contractor and that gave me the idea
of getting the pavilion built."

	"That's it?"  He turned and looked down at me.  I studied him a
moment and decided levity was the answer.  And the truth, which I was sure
wouldn't be believed.  I grinned at him.

	"No, not by a long shot.  As we ate dinner we seduced each other
with our eyes. And then we went to his house for after dinner drinks, where
we made mad passionate love for hours.  And then I came home and acted
innocent, as if nothing had happened. And you have the hots for him, too.
Don't you?"  Frank grinned at me.

	"If I didn't know your vivid imagination I would almost believe
you, especially, after having met him.  He is hot isn't he?"

	"Shall we rape him after dinner?"

	"Ha!  I think it might be the other way around.  I get the feeling
he's into older men.  He sure was eyeballing you."
	
	Frank leered at me.
 
	"Me?  He couldn't keep his eyes off you long enough to even notice
I was there."

	"So shall we take advantage of him?"

	"No, let's allow him to take advantage of us."  "Sounds fun to me
either way."
	
	So the trapped became the trapper.

				^^^^^^

	We swigged long necked Dos XX Mexican Beer while I grilled sirloin
hamburgers on the barbeque.  Frank made one of his fantastic salads that
was a meal by itself.  After we feasted, I suggested that we retire too the
den and I made Irish coffees.  By the time I served them, they had a video
already playing. Frank seemed to be watching Don more than the tape.  But
then he had watched it several times already.
	Personally, I find gay videos rather boring unless there are real
men with natural bodies, not those emasculated hairless wonders that can't
even convincingly act like they really are enjoying what they are doing.
So I was watching the two of them more than the tape.  Both of them had
tented pants from watching each other.  I waited to see who was going to
make the first move.  I lay my bet on Don.  I lost.  Frank made the first
move.

	"Looks like you've got a problem, Sonny, come over here and let me
take care of it for you."

	Don looked at me.  I winked at him and motioned for him to go over
to Frank.For such a big man, Don can be such a little boy sometimes.  He
walked over to the side of Frank's chair, and just stood there, like he was
at a loss of what to do next.  Except for his height, he even looked like a
little boy stepping up to his daddy.  Frank sat up and grasped his ass and
buried his face in his crotch.  Don whimpered.  I went over to him and
hugged him around his chest.

	"Just go with the flow, Babe. You don't have to do anything you
don't want to do. And you can do any thing you do want."

	I unbuttoned his shirt and massaged his chest and belly.  He threw
his head back and flowed.He was just too damn tall for me to kiss, unless
he stooped to my level. And at that moment he was caught up in Frank, who
had undone his pants and pushed them down to his knees. With in a few
minutes we were enjoying our own virtual video.

	After we climaxed, I pulled towels out of nowhere and Frank
grinned, knowing I had prepared for this.  Leaving our clothes strewn about
the room we went up stairs to continue the evenings events.

	We stretched out on the big California King, our ball field, with
Don between us. As we progressed, the two of them really got into each
other, playing tit for tat.  I lay back and watched.  To me this was better
than any fuck film I had ever seen; two big hairy men, whom I loved,
pleasuring each other. I was really enjoying it.  Frank noticed that I had
backed off.

	"I'm sorry to break this up, Don, but we need to give Joe some
attention."  Suddenly I found myself sandwiched between the big hirsute
beasts, each trying to outdo the other to drive me out of my tree.  Man, I
was hanging on tight, and loving every second of this double attention.  I
got to the point I couldn't hang on any longer, and I fell, and fell, and
fell.  Four loving arms were there to break my fall, as I was covered in
kisses and caresses from crown to soles.

	If there is a heaven it must be like this.  Never had I felt so
completely loved in all my fifty-six years.  And it blew my mind to think
that this was going to happen over and over again.Don stayed the night with
us, and I slept between him and Frank.  For the first time in years Frank
spooned against my back, his arms wrapped protectively around me. Don slept
with his head in my armpit, his nose against my ribs, and his arm thrown
over the two of us. His legs must have been hanging off the bed, as long as
he is.

	When morning came we continued where we had left off the night
before.  It was so good; I couldn't see it getting any better.  Again I was
wrong.  Later we all showered together. We thanked the builders of this old
house for having the foresight to put a large roomy shower in the guest
bath.  Three men, singly, could have bathed four times each in the time it
took us to shower together, but in those twelve showers they would never
have as much fun as we did.

	I went to the kitchen to fix us a light brunch.  When I had it all
ready I called for them to come eat.  I got no response, so I went looking
for them.  There they were, naked again, on the den carpet, rutting like a
couple of horny boars.  I couldn't just stand there watching, and they
weren't about to be interrupted, so I stripped and joined them, giving
pleasure where I could.  I'm still not sure they were aware I was even in
the room until they stopped soaring through the clouds, and came back to
earth.

	After Don went home, we collapsed back into bed, two old men worn
out by that beautiful young buck.  We slept like there was no tomorrow.  In
the middle of the night I was awakened by nibbles on my neck.  I lay there
wondering what was going on.  Had Don returned to continue the orgy?  No,
there was only Frank and me in the bed.  The nuzzling trailed down my body.
I wouldn't have thought I was ready for more but I found myself being more
that eager.  Frank was doing things to me I thought I would never
experience with him again.  I joined him. We climbed toward the heights.
When we reached the summit, we cuddled, lovingly caressing each
other. Gently we slid back down into a valley of contentment..

	"How did we ever let this slip away?  Oh, Joe, don't let me stop
making love to you again. There is nothing so delightful."

	"I love you, Frank. I tell you that every day and I always mean it.
I've prayed for this for years.  If there is a god then he must have heard
me and sent Don to wake us up."

	"Tell me again how you met him.  No embellishments this time."

	"I told it straight the first time, and the second.  No
embellishments either time."Frank lay still for several seconds digesting
what I had just admitted.  I held my breath waiting to see which way he
would go.  Suddenly he grabbed me tight against his body. He shook with
laughter.

	"You are a fiendish devil, my little snowy fox.  I love you so
much."

	He squeezed me tight and then suddenly pushed me back.

	"What are we going to do about Don?" He asked.

	"We won't see him again if you don't want."

	My heart was in my throat with that horrible thought.

	"Why would we want that?  God, the joy he's brought back in to our
lives.  We can't just toss him out.  Besides he has the pavilion to build."

	"I was hoping you'd say that.  I've become rather fond of him."

	"He does kind of grow on you, doesn't he?"



	The days blossomed into months as spring came again.  Don spent
more and more time in our bed than in his own. We offered him the guest
room.  He moved his clothes into it, but he slept every night with us.  He
took up calling Frank 'Pops.'  Frank loves it.  He calls Don 'Sonny.'  And
me? I am 'Short Stuff.' I can't say I love the name, but the endearment I
do.  And to retaliate Don became 'Stick.'

	The pavilion was finished by June.  We had a big Bash to celebrate
it and Frank's sixtieth birthday. We introduced Don to all our friends on
both sides of the fence.  If they thought it odd, they soon warmed to the
idea, as they got to know him.

	In August, Don rented his house to a young family and move
completely in with us. The three of us, in a little ceremony vowed in front
of our close friends all to love each other and to included the other two
in any thing we do. That night some one dubbed our home 'La Casa de los
Tres Machos."  The joke is that a macho is a male goat. As horny as we seem
always to be, it fits us well.

	 Now, it is December again.  Frank has his annual Christmas party
to attend this coming Thursday night.  And I will not be dining alone.

And there still more!

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