We lived in a small city that served as the state’s capital, so it wasn’t a berg, but it was no metropolis. I had somehow learned of certain spots where men who were looking for men met. I started occasionally going by some of those places just to see what was going on. One of the places was a small park downtown, but I was afraid to go in there at night, even though it wasn’t late. One night, at about eight, I decided to sit on a low wall that surrounded the park, to see if I could spot any activity. An older man came walking down the sidewalk, stopped and sat down about fifteen feet away and lit a cigarette. I glanced his way and he offered me a cigarette from his pack. I didn’t smoke, but I was tempted to take it to show how worldly I was.
I hesitated and he withdrew the pack, saying, “You shouldn’t smoke, you’re probably too young.”
“I’m eighteen,” I lied.
“It’s still better you don’t. It’s a nasty habit. You live around here?”
I shook my head.
He took a long drag on his cigarette and blew the smoke out in a steady stream. “Anything going on in there?” He indicated the park with his head.
I shrugged.
“You don’t talk much, do you?”
I laughed. “My mom says I never shut up.”
He smiled and took another puff on his cigarette. “I come here every two months or so on business, but I don’t know anybody here. So look, would you like to come up to my hotel room for a drink?”
Now he was offering me a drink. I was impressed. I guess I did look and act eighteen, I stupidly thought. “Sure.” He was taller than me and a lot older. I know now he was twenty-five years older, but at that age twenty-five years is a huge amount.
He said, “Well, if you’re going to drink my booze I should know your name.”
I stuck out my hand. “I’m Thad.”
“Thad. Nice name. You can call me Steve.”
We walked the two blocks to his hotel, which was a mid-priced chain hotel, chatting casually. At the same time my stomach was churning and my mind reeling. This was an unknown adventure and exciting… and exactly the kind of things that puts kids in harm’s way. We walked through the lobby as if we were both registered and the lazy desk clerk barely noticed us. As soon as we got in the room he took off his suit coat and removed his tie, unbuttoning the top three buttons of his white shirt.
“God I hate wearing that monkey suit. Make yourself comfortable. Kick off your shoes, take off your T, get naked, whatever you’d like.”
I laughed nervously. There was an armchair and I sat on the edge of it.
He went to a small refrigerator and took out a bottle. “I invited you for a drink, but all I have is wine. I hope that’s okay.”
I had never drunk anything with alcohol, not even beer, but I said, “Sure.”
He got two plastic cups from the bathroom, unwrapped them and poured the wine in them. He handed me one. “I’m glad you’re eighteen. I wouldn’t want to accused of corrupting a minor.”
I kind of giggled and tasted my wine. I liked it. I picked up the bottle and read the name written in fancy script. “Cabernet,” I said, pronouncing the “t”. I didn’t even try to pronounce the second word.
“No, no, Cabernay, it’s French, the “t” is silent. Cabernay.”
“Cabernay,” I repeated.
We sipped our wine, me following him on how to properly drink it. I asked him, “What did you say your name was?”
“Steve.”
I was looking at a briefcase on the desk that was stamped in gold “O.C.” I knew those had to be his initials, but his saying his name was Steve just added to the excitement. What could be better than a mysterious stranger. Maybe he was a spy.
He set his cup down and sat on the edge of the bed. “God, I’m tense from working all day. Could you do me a favor? Could you massage my neck and shoulders?”
I stood up and went over to the bed, but once there I didn’t know how to get in position.
“Just get on the bed behind me and you can do it easily.”
So I climbed on the bed and got on my knees behind him. I had no idea how to massage anyone, but the basics weren’t hard.
“Yeah, that feels good. You’re doing a good job.”
He unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on his shirt and pulled it off. We continued for a few minutes with him rolling his head around making his neck crack.
He said, “Here, let me do you. Pull off your shirt,” but he grabbed the bottom of my polo shirt and pulled it off over my head before I had a chance. We switched places and he expertly massaged my neck and shoulders and then slid his hands under my arms and rubbed them over my chest and stomach. He was leaning against my back and I could feel the soft hairs of his chest. He began nibbling and kissing my neck and sticking his tongue in my ear. I melted into his chest, thinking I might faint.
He whispered in my ear, “Let’s get naked.”
Without waiting for an answer he got off the bed and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled them off. He looked at me, and I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off. He had on boxers with snaps and he opened them and let them drop to the floor and kicked them aside. I lay back on the bed and raised my legs and pulled my briefs off, and then sat up, kind of hiding my dick with my arms.
Steve said, “Let me see it.”
I had been staring at his cock. I had never seen one that long and fat. It was uncut, just like the first cock I had ever sucked, but much bigger, and he had big balls hanging behind it. I was ashamed, but I moved my arms.
“Hey, you have a nice cock for an eighteen year old.”
He stepped over to the bed, sat down beside me, put one arm around my shoulder and with the other took my dick. He then kissed me and I reached for his cock. He lay back on the bed pulling me with him. I had never kissed a man before and the room was spinning one way and the bed another.
My dick was hard before our heads touched the bed. As we kissed, sticking his tongue in my mouth, his cock grew even bigger and harder.
He stopped kissing me, put his lips on my forehead and with his hand on my shoulder he gently pushed me down, saying quietly, “Suck it Thad, suck my cock.”
I tried to scoot down, but we were so near the foot of the bed I nearly fell onto the floor. He didn’t say anything but scooted up to the head of the bed and took his cock in one hand and with the other hand on my head guided me to it. I engulfed as much of it as I could. He pushed his hips forward and I gagged.
“Sorry, but your mouth is so hot.”
I started moving my head up and down, sucking as I went up.
“I thought you’d done this before,” he chuckled.
The foreskin had pulled part way back and he pulled it all the way. With his hands he moved my head back and forth, making little noises which were like his saying, “Yes, suck it, that feels good, eat my cock, make me come.” Those were the words I was hearing in my head, although no one had ever said those words to me before.
We were lying on our sides and he put one leg over me and gently fucked his cock in and out of my mouth. I wanted to take all of it down my throat, but I couldn’t. He let my head free and I’d lick my tongue around the head and all the way down to the bottom and back up.
He said, “Lick my balls, put them in your mouth and suck them hard.”
I did as he said and he jacked his meat really fast, then grabbed my head and pulled me up quickly saying, “Open your mouth, I’m coming, take it in your mouth.”
I barely had time to get my mouth around his cock when I felt ropes of cum hit the back of my throat. He was a hard shooter, and a copious one. I had to swallow as fast as I could so as not spit it back out.
When he finished coming we lay like that for a minute, his cock in my mouth and him breathing hard. He then tousled my hair and said, “God that was good. You really know how to suck a man’s cock. You should be very proud of yourself.”
He rolled back, his softened cock slipping out of my mouth, and stood up. I got up, picking up my briefs and jeans, and got dressed. He gathered up his clothes, but instead of getting dressed he walked around naked, putting his pants and jacket on a hanger and draping his shirt on the back of the chair. He went in the bath and without closing the door pissed. I could hear a strong stream striking the water. The very sound made me hot. He came back out and I was dressed.
“Thad,” he said, “I like you. I’d like to see you again the next time I’m in town, if you’re interested.”
I grinned. “Sure.”
“Is it possible for me to call you when I’m here again?”
“Yeah, I have a cell phone, so there’s no problem.”
He handed me a pad with the hotel’s logo on it and a pen and I wrote down my number. He took it and walked me to the door, his big soft cock swinging side to side.
“You stay out of that park, young man, and jack off as soon as you get home or you’ll have blue balls, if you know what that means.”
I didn’t, but I nodded and thought I might find the first bathroom I could use and jack off there.
He started to open the door and then said, “Wait,” and walked over to the night table, took twenty dollars out of his wallet, came back and pressed it into my hand. “Here, get yourself something to eat on the way home.”
On my way home the word “cabernet” kept repeating in my mind. The next morning when I awoke the first thought I had was, “Mr. Cabernet.” “Aha!” I thought, “Mr. Cabernet, international spy.”
It was seven or eight, maybe nine weeks later when my phone rang one Friday night. I answered and a deep voice said, “Thad, it’s Steve. I know it’s late, but is there any way you can come to the hotel?”
Without hesitation I said, “Yeah, I can go.”
“Good, room two seventeen, got that? Two seventeen. Don’t stop downstairs. Just come straight on up. Two seventeen. See you then.”
I told Pop that it had been Tommy Santiago on the phone and I had his math work book and he had mine. I was going to take it to him and we were going to study for an exam on Monday. I ran to the bus stop and hopped from one foot to the other waiting for the damn bus to arrive. When I got off I ran two blocks to the hotel, but had the good sense to slow down and walk through the lobby at a normal pace.
I knocked on the door and Steve opened it, smiled and said, “Thad, good to see you.”
I, like a fool said, “Mr. Cabernet.”
He laughed and said, “You remember.”
But this time there was no wine. He was wearing a white terrycloth robe and his hair was damp from the shower. He pulled my sweater off and jerked his head back with a frown.
“You can take a shower in there. There’s a stack of clean towels.”
I hadn’t taken a shower that morning and I guess I smelled pretty rank. I was embarrassed but learned a valuable lesson.
The hot steamy water felt good and the soap smelled like crushed leaves. When I came out of the bath with the towel around my waist Steve was laying propped up in bed naked, his hand slowly working his erect cock.
He said, “I’m afraid I couldn’t wait. I started without you. Come here gorgeous.”
I took off the towel and threw it back in the bathroom, not knowing where it landed. I jumped on the bed and dove for his cock, slurping it into my mouth like a starving man with a steak. For the next half hour I toyed with and enjoyed Mr. Cabernet’s big cock. He lay there with his hands behind his head, or caressing my back, occasionally placing a hand on my head. A half hour of heaven! I guess he was ready to come, because he flipped me over onto my back and knelt over me and stuck his cock back in my mouth.
Every few minutes he’d pull it out and I’d take deep breaths while he’d rub it and his balls all over my face, and then he’d stick it back in and fuck my mouth some more. My cock was so hard it ached, and I grabbed it and jacked off. When he came he fell on top of me and again filled my mouth with more cum than I could handle, and I thought I was going to drown. When he pulled his cock free from my mouth cum was running down my jaws and was all over his cock and pubes. He lay on his back with one arm covering his eyes, breathing hard. I too was out of breath and felt drained of all energy, but I sat up and licked his cock and pubes clean. I didn’t want to lose any of his cum.
He uncovered his eyes and laid his hand on my shoulder. “Sorry I was so rough, but God Thad, you bring out the beast in me. I never come like that. Thanks.”
I was glowing. Was that a good thing to be proud about? I don’t know why not.
He got up, went in the bathroom, picked up the towel I had tossed in there and tossed it back to me. “Here, wipe your cum off your stomach before it dries.”
He then took a damp washcloth and wiped off his cock and pubes better. I was still lying on the bed naked. I don’t know what I was thinking was going to happen next.
He said, “It’s getting late. You’d better get home before you get in trouble with your folks.”
I sheepishly climbed off the bed and went in the bath and got dressed in what I was now aware were stinking clothes.
When I came out Steve handed me another twenty-dollar bill and then a ten. “It’s too late for you to be waiting for a bus. Take a taxi at the stand downstairs, but make sure the meter says zero when he lowers the flag, or get out and take another cab.”
I thanked him and wanted to kiss him, but he turned and opened the door and patted me on the back. Before he closed the door he said, “The holidays are coming up and that messes up my schedule. I don’t know when I’ll be back, but I’ll give you a call.” And he closed the door.
Christmas came and went. The weather after the First was terrible. It was a pretty miserable winter, and I didn’t hear anything from Mr. Cabernet, until one Friday evening in March my cell phone rang.
“Thad, it’s me, I’m back. Can you get away?”
I assured him I could, and I’d be there as soon as I took a shower. We’d been studying Eugene O’Neill in English class and I told Mom and Pop there was a play at school I had to do a report on that I’d almost forgotten about. I was pretty good at lying back then, but you had to be to survive. When I got to the hotel he was waiting in front and said he wanted to show me something. We walked several blocks to the art museum, which I had never been in, and we went in to an exhibition of paintings by Mark Rothko. I didn’t understand many of them, but he explained a lot to me and I could appreciate them. It was all pretty interesting.
We then went to the hotel and got naked and had wonderful wild sex. This time it seemed more intense, with both of us really into it. The one big thing this time is that at one point when he was over me fucking my mouth he swiveled around and took my dick in his mouth so we were doing what they call a sixty-nine. It didn’t last long, maybe three minutes, and it’s a wonder I didn’t blast my cum down his throat. But he stopped, and I took over jacking myself off, this time coming at the exact same time he came. That was mind blowing.
Another two months passed and as usual he called me on a Friday. He asked if I’d eaten yet and I said no.
He said, “Wear something besides jeans and a T shirt. I’m sure you must have other clothes.”
Pop wasn’t home yet and I told Mom I was going to a dance at the school gym. She was surprised but pleased to hear that and wanted to know if I had a date. I said no, it was just a school thing. I put on my best outfit, including my sport coat. That evening Mr. Cabernet took me to a nice restaurant. At least it was nicer than any place I’d ever been, which isn’t saying much. He told me which fork was for the salad and showed me how to spoon up my soup and put my knife and fork on the plate when I was finished. And the sex that night was also something new.
We were in bed and this time he was on top of me rubbing his body and cock against mine in a grinding motion. He kissed me for the first time since the very first time he had touched my cock.
“Thad, has anyone ever fucked you? I don’t mean fucked your mouth. I mean fucked you in the ass.”
“Unh-uh”
“I want to. Can we try it?”
I kind of shrugged and nodded at the same time. He got up and opened the drawer of the night table and took out a tube and a small envelope. He lay back down, tore open the envelope and took out a condom and rolled it down over his cock then got between my legs, pushed them up so my butt was raised and smeared what was in the tube around my asshole and some of it into my hole.
“This may hurt at first, but not for long. See if you can handle it.”
He told me to hold my legs up and he put his cock against my asshole and kind of moved it around pushing it a little and then letting up, but each time pushing a little more and harder. “Try to relax and push out, like you were going to fart.”
I wanted to laugh, but at that moment I felt a stab of pain.
“Relax. Let your mind tell you it’s okay.”
He pushed, and amazingly the head of his cock went in. There was another stab of pain, and I flinched and gasped. He stopped and waited. “Are you okay?”
I had my eyes clinched closed, but I nodded.
He pushed again and it slid in further. “How does that feel?”
“Funny, like I’m really full back there,”
”Well, you are. And now I’m all the way in.”
He kissed me again, and then slowly began to fuck my ass. “God you’re tight. Do you like it?”
I kind of grunted, “Yeah.”
He picked up speed and would move from side to side and around and in and out. Both of us were making all kinds of noises, like grunts and pants and “Unhs”.
He’d say, “God it feels so good, your hole’s so hot, and does that feel good?”
By this time he was fucking me hard and fast and knocking the breath out of me. He hoarsely whispered, “Jack yourself off.”
I grabbed my dick and jacked as hard as he was fucking me. He started making sharp stabs deep inside me and I knew he was coming. He knocked my hand away and grabbed my dick and jacked me and I shot off all over my stomach.
He sat back on his haunches, pulling me so his cock was still all the way in, and just looked at me smiling, then took hold of my arm and pulled me up and kissed me again. “Did you like that?”
“Yeah, a lot. Did you?”
“Very much.”
He pushed me back so he could get up and headed for the bath, turned and said, “Come on, we can shower together.”
I’m sorry to say that was the last time I heard from Steve. I kept waiting for the phone to ring, but it never did. I mean from him. But I remembered him and appreciated the things he had taught me.
During the following months and then years several things happened. First I became really eighteen, I graduated from high school and during this time I grew another two inches, and my dick did too. Well, maybe not a full two inches, but I had no reason to be ashamed of it anymore. In fact, I was rather pleased with it.
I was accepted at one of the universities I had applied to, but it was the one located in the largest city in our state, which was at the other end of the state. I of course soon was embedded in the gay life, and found out it felt good getting sucked off and that I liked fucking ass as much as I liked getting fucked. At the beginning of my junior year my Pop died of massive heart failure. When I graduated I found a job there instead of returning home. My Mom and I kept in constant touch, first by phone, then e-mail and later Skype.
At my work I met Michael. He wasn’t particularly good looking. I don’t mean he was ugly or homely. He was more what would be called nice looking or attractive, but he had a great personality. He was always up, making you laugh. It was impossible to be down when you were in his presence. He was the epitome of Mr. Nice Guy. We became lovers and I was crazy about him. We worked together and moved in together – never tired of being together.
My Mom’s sister kept telling her it was my Pop who had died, not her. She needed to get out and mix. I joined in and she eventually started getting back into society. She had been an executive secretary before marrying my Pop. She went back in the job market and ended up as a secretary in the governor’s office. And then she began mentioning Clark, more and more.
Two more years of my life had gone by and I was twenty-seven. A fellow worker named Glenda, who was a lesbian, walked in on Michael getting fucked by the mailroom boy, in the mail room. She thought it was funny. I was devastated. I couldn’t take it. I moved out and was miserable at work. Mom told me to quit and come back home. I was tempted.
She also told me Clark was a lawyer in the state attorney general’s office and maybe could help me. That he was a widower whose wife had died six years ago after a long difficult battle with ovarian cancer. There were no children. And that she and Clark were getting married, soon.
“He’s a really nice man Thad. You’ll like him. You’ll have to come home for the wedding, so you could come home to stay. It’s funny, he used to live there when you were here, and now he lives here and you’re there, but you don’t have to be there if you’re unhappy. There’s no reason for staying in any job you don’t like.”
Of course she was right. She’s a Mom.
I arrived with all my possessions at about eleven the morning before the wedding after a long drive. Mom greeted me with a hug and a kiss. It had been much too long since I was last home.
While we were chatting she said, “You know we aren’t going to have the same last name anymore. Does that bother you?”
I said, “No, of course not. You’ll still be my Mom, and that’s all that’s important”
“Just think, tomorrow I’ll be Mrs. Clark.”
”Mrs. Clark? You aren’t a Southern Belle.”
She laughed. “Clark’s his last name, but before I met him when they talked about him in the office they just called him Clark, and that’s how I came to think of him.”
“Well, what is his first name?”
“Orrin.”
“Orrin! Maybe it is better you call him Clark.”
She punched my arm. “He’s coming for lunch today so you can meet him, so be nice. You must be tired after that drive. Why don’t you take your suitcases up and get unpacked and then relax a while.”
I was exhausted, and it felt nice to be back in my old room. I put my clothes in drawers and hung things in the closet and then lay down and dozed off. It was almost two hours later when I woke up. I went in the bathroom, splashed water in my face and rinsed out my mouth and combed my hair. When I went downstairs I heard voices out on the back patio. I went through the living room and as I was going out the French doors I froze. You can probably see where this is going.
“O.C.” Orrin Clark. Oh my God! My Mom is marrying Mr. Cabernet!
Mom said, “Oh, here you are. Clark, this is my son, Thad.”
Clark stood up with a big smile and shook my hand. “I wondered how many Thads there were in this town.”
Mom looked at me, puzzled. I just shrugged.
He still looked good, the main change being his hair had started to grey.
Mom said, “I hope you two will get to know each other.”
Clark smiled. “I’m sure we’ll be very close, very soon. I think this calls for a toast. How about a glass of wine?”
Mom said, “I think that’s a good idea.”
The wine this time was white, but it got the message across. He raised his glass. “We’ve got a handsome young son here, Mavis.”
Mom smiled. “I know.”
The next day I was the best man at their wedding. Clark asked me to call him Dad, and I didn’t have any problem with that since I’d always called my father Pop. It also kept me from awkwardly calling him Steve by accident.
In the months following the honeymoon I taught Mr. Cabernet a few things, like if he wanted me to suck him off he had to suck me off too, and how good it felt getting your ass fucked, especially if you were getting it fucked by your step-son.
