It was a balmy Friday night in a sleepy little town on the west coast of Florida when Jake Bellinger decided to head to the bar after work. He climbed into his sleek, red F-150 and checked his reflection in the rear-view mirror. His deep blue eyes looked back at him as he ran his fingers through his shoulder-length brown hair, sun-kissed with highlights, framing a reasonably handsome face. Maybe tonight someone would find him attractive enough to warm his bed. Although truthfully, he really didn’t expect to hook up with anyone. It was far more likely that he would dull the ache of loneliness with a couple of drinks.
Normally, he’d stop by Suzie-Q’s or O’Malley’s, but tonight, he found himself passing both of those establishments in favor of somewhere else. Jake wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t feel like hanging out with the usual crowd. He kept on driving, opting for the windows down rather than the AC, until he made his way about forty miles south of his usual stomping grounds, winding up at a little dive called The Sunset Grill.
It wasn’t much to look at from the outside, but there was something about it that seemed appealing to Jake. After finding a spot in the tiny parking lot, he sat in his pickup for a few minutes, wondering what on Earth he was doing this far from home.
Forgetting about Emma.
He couldn’t say if his intentions were to have a drink or two or to find some hot, young honey to sink into in an effort to ease his soul that was still bruised months after being unceremoniously dumped by his fiancée. Either way, he was far enough from home that running into someone he knew seemed unlikely. And that suited him just fine.
He grabbed his keys and phone and headed into the bar. The entranceway sported a heavy, green wooden door. Upon opening it, he was greeted by the sound of country music.
So far, so good, he thought as he headed to an open stool at the end of the bar.
The crowd felt like an odd mix of white- and blue-collar, which Jake found appealing. The venue was surprisingly larger inside than it had appeared from the parking lot. Booths and tables, both high- and low-tops, were strategically placed to make what he considered a smart use of the space. While the furniture was rustic, it wasn’t dilapidated. The place had a warm, welcoming feeling.
A quick visual survey of the other customers made it apparent that drinks would be had, but a soft, warm pussy would not be in the cards. While a couple of women were present, the clientele was predominantly male.
Jake shrugged. It was probably for the better; he wasn’t good at one-night stands, especially since he’d been out of practice. He ordered a 3 Daughters Beach Blonde Ale and asked to see an appetizer menu.
After a few swigs of his beer, Jake took another longer look around the joint. He chuckled to himself and sighed. As he saw two guys embracing in a booth, he realized why the place was full of dudes. He’d inadvertently landed in a gay bar.
Inhaling sharply, he decided there was no reason to bail on his beer. It wasn’t like anyone was showing him any interest. Everyone seemed to be otherwise engaged in conversation or whatnot. So, he stayed put and decided to enjoy the music and the warm vibe of this quaint establishment, a welcome change of pace from the hustle and bustle of the bars in his more urban neighborhood.
When he’d emptied his glass, Jake decided he could afford to drink one more beer and drive home safely, provided he had some food in his belly to soak up the alcohol. So, he ordered some boneless dry rub wings and another Beach Blonde.
He sat enjoying the music while he waited for his wings. He wasn’t in any hurry to go home to an empty house anyway. It was bad enough that Emma had run off with some other guy, but she took the dog, too. That just seemed… heartless.
Just as he was about to chide himself for thinking about his ex, a man took a seat two stools over from Jake. He looked about ten or fifteen years Jake’s senior, gauging from the bit of silver peppering the dark hair at the man’s temples. He had a warm, weathered look about him, and a smile that seemed genuine. Jake smiled and nodded politely, then turned his attention to the plate of wings the bartender placed in front of him.
He hummed along with the music while he made quick work of the appetizer, discovering that he was hungrier than he realized. Occasionally, he’d glance around the bar, taking it all in. When his eyes met the stranger’s, the man moved to the stool next to him.
“I’m Troy,” the older man said, extending his hand.
“Nice to meet you; I’m Jake,” he replied, shaking the hand that was offered.
“I haven’t seen you in here before. Are you new around here or just on vacation?” Troy asked, motioning to the bartender for a refill on his whiskey.
“Nah,” Jake said casually. “It was just a long work week, and I wanted to go somewhere where I didn’t know anybody.”
Troy nodded. “I see.”
“You see what?”
“I’m guessing you’re not out then?”
“Out?” Jake asked, puzzled.
“Out of the closet. People don’t know you’re gay.”
“Oh. Um, I’m not gay.”
“Bi then?”
“No, not that I’m aware of anyway. Just a man who got dumped recently by the girl I thought I was gonna marry.”
“So, you thought you’d see what was on the other side of the fence?”
Jake laughed. “No. I drove until I didn’t feel like driving and ended up here. I didn’t realize it was a gay bar at first.”
“But when you did, you felt comfortable sticking around?” Troy asked, seeming amused.
“Any reason I should be uncomfortable?” Jake asked pointedly.
“Not at all.”
“Good, cuz I’d hate to think y’all would hold my being straight against me.”
Troy chuckled. “Oh, there are a few things I’d like to hold against you, son, but being straight isn’t one of ‘em.”
“At thirty-three, I’m hardly young enough for you to be calling son,” Jake mused.
“At sixty-three, I’m plenty old enough to consider you young enough,” Troy responded.
“No shit; sixty-three? You look damn good for your age.”
“So do you.”
Jake suddenly realized Troy’s interest was more than friendly. But what bothered him more was the way he wasn’t sure he minded. It was probably the alcohol’s doing, but he had to admit, Troy was a good-looking guy. Which meant it was time to stop drinking. He picked up his beer can and downed the remaining contents.
“Well, Troy. Looks like I’ve reached my two-beer limit. But it was good to meet you.”
“Leaving so soon?” Troy asked, looking disappointed.
“If I stick around, I’m gonna want another beer, and I make it a point not to over-imbibe when I’m driving.”
“Smart thinking. Well, Jake, I hope you’ll come back again when you’re out for a long drive. You might find you fit in here more than you imagined.”
“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind,” he said as he left enough cash on the bar to cover the food and drink with a hefty tip. “Have a good rest of your night.”
Jake felt Troy’s eyes on his ass as he walked away and exited the bar. As he got into his truck, he discovered, to his dismay, that he was semihard. Shaking it off, he turned on the radio, trying to distract himself with 80s music on the drive home. But he couldn’t shake the vision of the way Troy looked at him, nor his unusual reaction at knowing another man desired him.
He arrived home with a full-on erection, and his balls ached. He stripped off his clothes, dropping them on the bathroom floor, and stepped into the walk-in shower of his bedroom ensuite. His cock stood at attention, almost as if it were begging Jake to stroke it.
He lathered his body with shower gel and grabbed his aching manhood. As it moved through his hand, he tried to picture Emma, but it wasn’t her face he saw in his mind’s eye.
It was Troy’s.
Fuck it. I need to cum.
Allowing himself to indulge in fantasy, he envisioned Troy’s strong arms enfolding him, Troy’s hand gripping his cock, Troy’s voice whispering in his ear, “Let go for me, Jake.”
His balls constricted and let go, as rope after rope of his sticky, white semen shot forth, coating his belly. The intensity of his orgasm left his legs wobbly, so he leaned against the tile wall and let the hot water rain down on him, rinsing away the evidence of his self-pleasuring.
As he toweled off, he looked down at his now-deflating dick. He tried to dig up some feelings of remorse at picturing another man’s hands on his package, but all he felt was… intrigued.
Later, as he lay in bed, he knew he’d be going back to Sunset Grill next Friday night.
He did, indeed, go back the following Friday. He waited an hour or so, but Troy finally showed up. He spotted Jake at the bar and took the stool next to him.
“Buy you a drink?” Troy asked casually in his sexy, southern drawl.
“Um, sure, yeah, that’d be great,” Jake replied, fumbling a bit with his words.
“I’m surprised and pleased to see you back.”
“I, uh, I like the atmosphere here,” Jake said. It wasn’t a total lie; he did enjoy the vibe. But he wasn’t here for rustic décor and southern rock/country music. He was here because he’d needed to see Troy again. He needed to discover whether the interest there was a fluke or if something real existed there.
“Well, I’m just happy to see you. You made an impression; I found myself hoping you’d be back.”
Jake sipped his beer, unsure how he should respond. He couldn’t very well tell this man he barely knew that he’d been the object of his fantasy while masturbating. But there was something about him that made Jake feel at ease.
“I enjoyed our conversation last week.” Another truth.
“Me, too,” Troy answered genuinely.
Once they started talking, they were chatting like old friends. Jake couldn’t remember a time he’d felt this comfortable around women when he was still dating. He had even been nervous with Emma in the early days of getting to know her. It wasn’t until people kept saying what a cute couple they made that he even felt like he had a shot with her. It surprised him to recall that Emma had made the first real move in their relationship.
“Did I lose ya there, Jake?” Troy asked.
“Sorry, it was a long week at work. I guess I was rehashing some of it in my head now that it’s done.”
Troy nodded but was too polite to call out Jake’s bullshit line. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that it wasn’t work that was on Jake’s mind.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” Troy asked.
Jake frowned. He couldn’t recall a time when Emma had even been remotely interested in his work. “Eh, maybe another time. Right now, I just wanna relax and put the work week behind me.”
“I like that you thought to come here to relax.”
“I meant what I said about enjoying the vibe here.”
Troy nodded and sipped his beer, never losing eye contact with Jake.
“And, if I’m being honest, I would probably have left had you not shown up when you did.”
“I like that you feel you can be honest with me. I really like you, Jake.”
Jake felt himself blushing. “I like you, too, Troy. More than I expected to.”
They spent the next couple of hours just talking, but there was undeniable chemistry between them. He thought at one point Troy might kiss him, but he leaned in for a hug instead when they parted ways.
On his long drive home, he realized he was disappointed that Troy hadn’t kissed him. He hoped that next time it would be different. Jake chuckled when he realized he was already planning to go back.
Sleep didn’t come easily that night; Jake’s mind was too busy contemplating the possibility of being something more than friends with Troy.
He woke up the next morning and decided there was no reason he needed to wait an entire week to go back. He had no Saturday night plans, and he felt compelled to see if what he felt for Troy was real or just the machinations of his lusty, needy mind.
And what exactly did he feel for Troy? And why did it seem more exciting than anything he’d ever felt for Emma?
When she left, she’d told him that he lacked passion. Was it because he only thought she was who he was supposed to be with?
That was horseshit, wasn’t it? He’d never been into guys, never once looked at a man and wondered what it might feel like to be with him intimately.
Yet, ever since Troy hugged him last night, that was all he could think about.
He spent the afternoon trying to stay busy, doing things to keep his mind off his curiosity. It made for a very productive day as he managed to clean out a closet, fix a leaky faucet, and finish staining a little table he’d picked up at a yard sale.
After showering and doing some manscaping, he donned a pair of black jeans, a charcoal-gray button-down shirt, and black loafers. He took a look in the mirror and nodded, pleased with his reflection, before grabbing his keys and heading out the door.
The drive seemed longer than it had been the night before. Then again, he’d been meandering and not in any particular hurry to get anywhere.
Tonight was different. Tonight, he had a purpose.
He drove for miles, the wind gently blowing his hair, until, eventually, he arrived at the bar and pulled into a parking spot a little way from the building. He sat in his truck for a while, suddenly unsure why he was there. It occurred to him that Troy might not even be here tonight.
This was a bad idea, he thought. But just as he was about to restart his vehicle and make a quick exit, he looked up and saw Troy walking toward him.
“Hey, Jake,” Troy said, his voice slow and smooth.
“Hey there,” he answered, wondering how long Troy had seen him sitting there.
“Tryna decide if you should go in?” Troy asked astutely.
Jake pursed his lips and nodded.
“Wanna skip the bar and come to my place?”
“Um, no, I think I’m gonna need a couple of drinks in me before I’m that brave,” he blurted out.
Fuck!
Troy grinned. “Oh, so you’re interested in being brave?”
Jake nodded, struggling to make eye contact with the handsome, older man.
“Let’s go inside the bar, grab a couple of beers, and talk a little. We can sit at a table so it’s more private, and you can tell me what’s going on in that busy brain of yours.”
“And what makes you think my brain is busy?” Jake said, suddenly looking at Troy straight on.
“Son, I can hear the wheels turning, and the anxiety on your face. Let me just say this to put your mind at ease. All I’m offering is a beer and conversation; whatever else happens, if anything, is entirely up to you.”
“Okay, but can you not call me son? That just feels awkward.”
“Absolutely. I’m guessing you don’t wanna call me Daddy then.”
When Jake’s eyes flew open wide, Troy burst into a belly laugh. “Oh, you should see your face! Relax, I’m just messing with ya.”
Jake hesitated. “I think…”
“Jake, I promise, no pressure. Just two guys shooting the shit over a beer.”
Jake nodded, got out of his truck, and followed Troy into the bar. They found a table off to the left side of the bar and took a seat. Troy motioned for the waitress, Molly, to come take their order.
She had a really nice ass that even Troy found lovely to look at, but Jake didn’t seem to notice. He decided that Jake was probably not as into women as he thought he was. Molly smirked and said, “One of my favorite things about working here is that I don’t have to worry about getting grabbed.”
“Careful, Molly, my friend here is straight.”
“Straight, my ass.”
Troy chuckled.
“He’s at least curious,” Molly commented.
Jake shrugged. He wasn’t sure of anything at the moment, but his gut told him that Troy was a safe person with whom to be curious. He seemed like a genuinely good guy.
As the evening progressed, they talked about all sorts of things: work, sports, travel, and whatnot; nothing too deep or intimidating. Jake felt himself relax as they enjoyed not only drinks, but also a meal. Eventually, he decided that Troy was someone he’d like as a friend, even if they didn’t do anything more than what they were doing right now. But he also couldn’t stop thinking about what that more might be like.
When they finished their meal, Troy put his hand on Jake’s. “I want you to know that I am extremely interested in you sexually. But if all y’all wanna be is friends, I’d be cool with that.”
“I was just thinking the same thing. I feel like I’ve known you for years. But I also feel like I’d regret not seeing if this is more than just curiosity on my part,” Jake admitted. “I… when you hugged me goodbye last week, I felt something. In fact, it made me want… I touched myself this week while thinking about you.”
They split the bill and stood to leave. “So, does that mean you’d like to come home with me tonight?” Troy asked casually, trying not to make too much of Jake’s admission, not wanting to scare him off.
Jake stood quietly for a moment. Then he said, “I can’t promise I’m ready to, you know, fool around or whatever, but I wouldn’t mind being somewhere more private just in case.”
“Tell you what, Jake. I’ll have you follow me in your own truck to my place. That way, you’re free to leave at any time. Sound okay?”
Jake nodded. “Sounds good.”
Troy’s place wasn’t too far from the bar. Jake parked in front of the quaint one-story house and meandered up the walkway to meet Troy at the front door.
Once inside, Jake shook his head. “This was a mistake. I just…”
“We’re just two guys hanging out,” Troy interrupted. “That’s all I’m expecting tonight, okay?”
Jake nodded. “I just don’t think I’m a one-night stand kinda guy,” he admitted, looking down at his shoes.
“Good,” Troy said, handing him a beer. “I’m not either. If I were, we’d already be naked. But I don’t want to rush anything, because you are someone I could fall for, Jake.”
Jake frowned. “Like… fall in love with?”
“Yeah. Is that so crazy? All evening, I’ve been thinking about how much I enjoy your company and how much we have in common.”
Jake took a swig of his beer, sat down on the couch, and sighed. Troy sat next to Jake and said, “Tell me more about Emma.”
Jake was reluctant at first. But he figured maybe the secret to getting over her was to get it all off his chest. But as he talked, he became more distressed.
“Emma told me that she couldn’t marry me because she felt like I was going through the motions when we were in bed. The thing is, she wasn’t wrong. But I truly love her, or at least I thought I did. And she has a great body. I don’t know, Troy; the whole damn thing is confusing.”
“It’s possible to love someone and not be in love with them,” Troy explained. “Emma meant a great deal to you. You could have been happy being married to her; it sounds like you two were great friends. But without passion, your marriage would have always felt like it was lacking something.”
“I guess. Hey, listen. I think it’s just better if I go home now. Originally, I thought I could be with you to satisfy my curiosity. But that’s not fair to either one of us. I think… Fuck, I don’t even know what I think, but I don’t want to spoil things.”
Troy nodded, doing his best to hide his disappointment. He could wait; he sensed that Jake would be worth it.
“Gimme your phone. I’m gonna put my number in there for you. That way, you control whether you contact me or not, okay?”
“Thanks. I’m sorry if I wasted your time tonight. You could have picked up some other guy who would have come home with you and…”
“You didn’t waste my time. I already told you I’m not into hooking up. I’ve been there, done that. We had fun tonight, and we got to know each other better. That sounds like a pretty good way to spend an evening in my book.”
“Do you, um, text?” Jake asked shyly.
“I’m 63, not 93, dude. Of course, I text,” Troy laughed.
“Then I’ll, um, text you, okay?”
Troy leaned in and kissed Jake softly. “I hope you will.”
Jake spent Sunday doing everything he could think of to keep himself occupied, trying hard to ignore the cellphone that seemed to be burning a hole in his pocket. Several times, he started to text Troy, only to delete his messages before pressing send. He couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss. It was just a quick peck, but it was very arousing.
It had him reevaluating his past sexual experiences, and he realized he’d never felt this sense of anticipation before. It was as if he had been sleepwalking through life, and suddenly, he was awakening to what desire truly felt like.
Monday, he went to work and struggled to focus. He kept thinking about Troy and how they had really hit it off. The guy didn’t seem gay. Then again, how many gay men did Jake really know?
At lunchtime, he decided that avoiding Troy was stupid. He reached for his phone, took a deep breath, and composed a text that he hoped didn’t sound pathetic.
Hey, it’s Jake. I had a good time this weekend. I’m sorry I didn’t text sooner. I’ve been busy.
He tried to decide whether to write more or wait for a reply, but he didn’t have to ponder this thought too long.
Hey there. Glad to hear from you. No worries, I was busy too. Got any plans for Friday night?
Jake stared at Troy’s message, debating how to answer. He didn’t want to appear too eager, but he also didn’t want to come off sounding disinterested. Because, in reality, he was very interested.
No plans yet.
Wanna come over? I can cook a couple of steaks, and we can watch a movie or hang out on the deck. Maybe drink some beers? Just a casual evening.
Jake smiled at his phone. No pressure. Just a guy’s night at a friend’s house. He’d never felt so nervous and at ease at the same time. Troy seemed comfortable playing the long game.
Sounds great. What time and what can I bring?
Does 7:00 give you enough time to get here after work? And just bring yourself. I like to cook. It’s been a while since I’ve had anyone to make dinner for.
7:00 works fine. I’ll be there.
The rest of the week seemed to drag on forever. Jake’s texts with Troy were unexpectedly flirty, but nothing overtly sexual. But one stood out:
I hope you’re having a good day. I find myself thinking about you… a lot.
That one Jake found himself looking at repeatedly. His answer had been lame:
Me too.
But Troy’s response had been a smiling emoji, so he figured that was a good sign.
Thursday night, Jake stripped off his work clothes and stepped into the shower. As the hot water rained down on him, he lubed up his cock with shower gel and stroked it slowly. He leaned against the cool tile and spread his legs a little, imagining that it was Troy’s hand on his cock. And though he had no experience whatsoever with sex with another man, he did his best to envision what it might be like. Closing his eyes, he heard Troy’s voice in his head, “That’s right, feel my hand on your stiff shaft. Let me make it feel really good for you. That’s it… cum for me… shoot that load.”
Jake pumped his cock furiously, spraying the tile wall with his jizz. Fuck! It was the most intense orgasm he’d had in a very long time. And all because he pictured the hand on his prick as Troy’s.
He lay awake for a while that night, unable to fall asleep. Not only did he enjoy Troy’s friendship, but he also found him sexy as hell, too. What an unexpected revelation. Could he be falling in love?
He skipped out of work early on Friday so he could have time to shower, shave, and do some additional manscaping. He wore tight, dark blue jeans, skipped the boxers, and added a black T-shirt that accentuated his rather impressive physique. Glancing in the mirror before he left the house, he felt a little foolish. But it was nice not to be sitting home alone, moping, pining for Emma.
When he arrived, he sat in his truck for a moment, gathering his courage. It’s just dinner with a friend, he reminded himself.
Then why did he hope it would be more?
Troy greeted him at the door with a hearty handshake and a hug. “You smell good,” he said, making Jake blush.
Sensing the trepidation, Troy said, “If it’s okay with you, I’m going to kiss you. If you feel something, then this evening can be a romantic dinner that leads you to my bed. If you don’t… if my kiss doesn’t make you tingle inside, then we will enjoy steaks and beers and our genuine friendship.”
Jake inhaled sharply. “Um, yeah, sure, I, uh. Yeah, you can kiss me. I mean, you already have…”
“Not like this.” He drew Jake into an embrace and brushed his lips softly. When Jake didn’t pull away, he took the kiss deeper, their tongues dancing erotically.
Jake felt alive; he wanted more.
He wanted Troy.
Breaking off the kiss, Troy said, “I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I laid eyes on you, Jake.”
Though the words sounded awkward at first coming from another man, Jake realized that they didn’t put him off. Instead, he felt… desire.
“I felt something,” he blurted out clumsily.
“I could tell,” Troy responded.
“I’ve never been kissed like that before. Never felt so much passion and emotion… I want…”
“I want you, too,” Troy said, both finishing Jake’s sentence and making his own desires known.
“Should we eat first?” Jake asked, his voice cracking a little.
“We don’t have to. I can put the steaks in the fridge and turn off the grill. We can eat after.”
“Good, because I don’t think I could eat anything right now…”
Troy interrupted Jake’s thoughts with another kiss.
“Give me a moment to put the food away.”
Jake stood in the living room, butterflies in his stomach. He’d never felt this way with any woman he’d ever dated. Not even Emma. He couldn’t have described the feeling if he tried.
When Troy returned, he took Jake by the hand. “Hey, we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”
“I just worry that I won’t… that I’ll disappoint you.”
“You couldn’t disappoint me, Jake. Not even a little bit.”
“But what if I decide this isn’t what I want, and then I’ve led you on, and…”
“Jake. It’s okay. I have no expectations; I just know that I want to be with you, and I think, if I’m reading the signs correctly, you want to be with me, too. If it turns out not to be the case, it’s okay. You aren’t signing on for a lifetime commitment here. Think of this as an opportunity to try something new. If it isn’t what either one of us hopes it will be, then we stick to being friends who enjoy hanging out.”
“Yeah, okay, because I don’t want to lose your friendship. I’ve never enjoyed a guy’s company as much as I do yours.”
Troy smiled. “Same here.”
“Okay, then…”
Troy led Jake into his bedroom and sat down on the king-sized bed. “Join me, Jake. Let me kiss you and see if you want to go further.”
Jake sat and allowed Troy’s lips to part his. The kiss was gentle at first, then transformed, becoming deeply erotic.
“If anything I do is off-putting, tell me to stop, Jake.”
“I don’t want you to stop. I want…”
Troy took off his shirt and pants and then helped Jake remove his. “Lie back; let me show you what it’s like to be touched by a man.”
Jake nodded and lay on the bed as Troy’s hands roamed over his body. They were strong, but soft, and the ensuing arousal made Jake’s cock twitch.
“Well, look at you, all nice and smooth for me. I appreciate that very much.”
Jake blushed. Emma had never once thanked him or even seemed to notice. Then again, she wasn’t really into going down on him.
When one hand moved to cup Jake’s balls, he moaned softly. Encouraged by his response, Troy used the other hand to grip Jake’s semihard cock. He stroked it slowly until it was as hard as steel, standing tall, waiting to be tasted.
Words were unnecessary now. Troy’s tongue wrapped itself around the head of Jake’s dick as he guided the throbbing member into his mouth, delighted when the younger man’s hips lifted and began to rock. He alternated licking and sucking, all the while massaging his ball sac. He added a little pressure and made Jake whimper. It made his own shaft ache for some attention.
But this first act needed to be all about Jake. He continued to bob up and down on Jake’s pole, saliva dripping down, coating Jake’s balls. Troy used some of that spit to rub a wet finger on Jake’s anus, occasionally poking in ever so slightly.
“Oh, fuck! God, that feels so fuckin’ good.”
Troy continued the erotic onslaught, sucking and poking, then sliding the finger all the way in.
“Oh, God, this is incredible!”
Troy grinned. Moving his finger in and out of Jake’s ass, he sucked the throbbing cock, taking it as far as the back of his throat.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, God! Oh… fuckkk, I’m gonna cum! I’m sorry. I thought I could last longer. Let me pull out.”
But Troy didn’t let Jake’s cock escape his lips, instead picking up the pace with both his finger and his mouth.
“God, yes, fuck my ass like that! Oh, fuckkk, I’m gonna shoot my load down your throat!”
Troy used his thumb to massage Jake’s taint while his finger massaged his prostate, and pushed him right over the edge.
“Oh, my fucking Goddd! Fuckkk!” Jake cried as his climax ripped through his body and left him shuddering.
Troy swallowed every drop and grinned wickedly at Jake. “So far, so good?” he asked as he raised his eyebrows.
“Oh, my God. That was amazing. I never… Emma never… Oh, holy fuck!”
“Of course, that doesn’t mean you’re into guys,” Troy teased. “You could just be appreciating the best blow job you’ve ever had.”
Still panting, Jake said, “You’re right. I’m not into guys.”
Troy frowned until Jake continued, “I’m into you, Troy. It wasn’t just that you gave good head. It’s that you were the one sucking my dick.”
“You’re welcome,” Troy said, smirking with pride. “I love sucking cock. But you should know that, while I also enjoy being on the receiving end of oral sex, there are times when I need to fuck.”
Jake nodded slowly. “Like my ass, you mean. Like you wanna fuck my ass.”
“Yes, Jake. I very much want to fuck your ass. But it doesn’t have to be tonight. You don’t even have to blow me tonight. I’m cool with just having shown you how much I want you.”
Jake nodded again. “I’ve never left a sexual partner unsatisfied before, Troy. I’m not about to start now.”
Troy frowned. “I’m not looking for a sexual partner, Jake. I’m looking for a relationship. So, if it’s all the same to you, unless you can see yourself with me, possibly falling in love with me, I think we should probably leave things here and go grill those steaks.”
Jake shook his head. “My message may have been poorly worded, but I’m not ready for steaks yet. I have no intention of leaving this one-sided. But as for possibly falling in love with you? I think that may already be happening. I don’t know if that’s what I feel. Or if it’s infatuation, but I want to be with you.”
“All the way? I’ve had my heart broken by guys who were looking for someone to take care of them, and were disappointed when I really just wanted an equal partner, someone to love. I don’t mind taking the lead, but I’m not looking to be your Daddy.”
“Good, because I don’t want or need a Daddy. I don’t need someone to take care of me. I just want someone who makes me feel good about myself and loves me for who I am. I think you could be that person, and I want to see where this goes. I’m all in. I will admit, it’ll take me a bit of time to ease out of the closet, but I don’t want to keep this hidden from the world forever.”
Troy moved in and kissed Jake tenderly. “You seem to get me like no one else I’ve ever met. I’d like to see where this goes, too. We can take our time with this relationship before going public, Jake. I’ve waited a long time to find someone I think could be the one. I can wait a little longer to hold your hand in front of others.”
“I think I’d feel comfortable holding your hand at the Sunset Grill,” Jake said thoughtfully.
“Well, that’s a good third step,” Troy said.
“Third step? What are steps one and two?” Jake asked, puzzled.
“The first step was you letting me suck your dick. The second will be you figuring out how you want to take care of my cock before we cook those steaks.”
Jake sighed. “I doubt very much I could blow your mind with oral sex the way you did mine. And if I’m honest, I need some time to wrap my head around sucking another guy’s dick. But I enjoyed what you were doing with my ass, so maybe I could try letting you fuck me.”
Troy looked surprised. “I was gonna settle for a hand job,” he chuckled. “Are you sure you want to take me up the ass?”
“I did say that I was all in,” Jake teased.
“You did indeed,” Troy said, pulling Jake in for a sensual kiss. “And I’m more than happy to oblige. But if it gets to be too much, you can finish me off with those good, strong hands.”
“Okay, um, how do we um, like what position do you want me in?”
“How about we kiss a little first, touch each other, you know, get in the mood.”
“Oh, yeah. I’m just not used to…”
“Shhh… don’t overthink it.”
Troy caressed the side of Jake’s face and kissed him passionately. He let his other hand wander down to Jake’s cock and found it semi-hard again.
“I like the effect I have on you. I feel the same way; touch me, Jake.”
Jake felt a rush of arousal and decided it was time to stop thinking altogether and just let himself feel. He reached down and closed his hand around Troy’s rock-hard cock. Holding another man’s dick was never something he’d imagined, but now, he couldn’t imagine wanting anything else.
Just let go…
Jake closed his eyes and let passion and desire take over. “I want you, Troy,” he murmured. “I want your hard cock.”
Troy grinned. “Where do you want it, baby?”
“I want to try sucking it a little first, and then I want you to take my ass. Fuckkk, I’ve never been so turned-on in my entire life.”
“Mmm, suck my dick, then, babe. Make it feel real good, and I’ll take your ass hard and deep.”
Oh fuck!
Jake hesitated for a moment, then realized that this was what had been missing with Emma, the urgency, the desire, the need…
He leaned over to take his first taste of cock and found that it felt so much more natural than he’d anticipated. He licked slowly at first, then he eased Troy’s cock into his mouth. It didn’t feel wrong, or awkward, or strange. It was as if sucking cock was what he was born to do.
“Fuckkk, Jake! For a man who has never had a dick in his mouth, you sure do catch on quickly. You’re making my balls ache.”
Jake continued to delight in his newfound fondness for cock worship, sucking Troy as if he needed it like air to breathe, and fondling his smoothly shaven sac.
Just when Troy thought he wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer, Jake stopped abruptly. Looking at his new lover, Jake said, “Please… I need you to fuck my ass. I need to feel like I belong to you. Not in a submissive sort of way, but a connection… like we belong to each other.”
Troy rolled over and grabbed some lube from his nightstand drawer. “Lie on your side and spread your cheeks for me.”
Jake did as Troy asked and felt his whole body tingle when strong fingers spread the cold gel on his puckered star. “Oh, God, that feels good.”
Using a copious amount of lube, he worked two fingers into Jake’s ass, making him moan. When he felt Jake’s sphincter fully relax, he whispered, “Are you ready for me, babe?”
“God, yes!” Jake whimpered needily.
Troy moved to lie behind Jake in a spoon position and rubbed his rigid pole between the crack of Jake’s ass. Eventually, he pressed against his anus and pushed the head in slowly.
Jake gasped but didn’t complain; he wanted… holy hell, he wanted another man’s dick in his ass! No, he realized. He wanted Troy’s dick. Only Troy could make him feel this safe, this wanted, this… alive.
“Fuck me, Troy,” Jake whispered. “I need you to fuck me hard and deep.”
“Let me go slow and easy at first, babe; get you used to my size. I don’t want to hurt you. I want you to derive as much pleasure from this as I do.”
Jake nodded. “Yes. Start slowly. But I want… don’t hold back once you’re in me, okay? I… I’ve never been this aroused.”
Troy proceeded to enter Jake cautiously until he was completely inside him. “Do you like that feeling, babe? Being all filled up like this by my big, thick cock? Do you need me to fuck your tight ass? Do you need me to fill it up with my hot seed?”
“Ohhh, fuckkk. Goddd, yess! Fuck me, Troy. Fuck my ass.”
Troy began to move in deliberate strokes as Jake moaned and begged for more.
“Fuck me harder, babe. I want it… the whole experience…” Jake panted.
Grabbing Jake’s hips, Troy picked up the pace, moving faster and more forcefully now. “Lube up your cock and stroke it for me while I fuck you,” Troy growled.
Jake did as Troy directed, matching his rhythm.
Troy grunted and growled as he pounded into Jake’s ass. “Oh, fuckk, babe, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna shoot my load deep in your ass. Keep stroking for me. I want you to cum with me, babe.”
Passion and lust, things that Jake had never experienced to this degree before, had all of his senses reeling. His hand moved rapidly over his shaft as Troy continued pumping into him, until his balls tightened.
“Oh, fuck, Troy, I’m gonna cum!”
“Cum hard for me while I fill your ass with my jizz.”
Panting and moaning, their bodies tensed, and then they both let go, cumming together, Troy’s load filling Jake’s ass, and Jake’s spraying all over his belly.
They lay breathless for a few moments, moving only when Troy’s cock had grown soft and eased out of Jake. Troy wrapped his arms around Jake and held him close.
This is what Emma meant by passion.
“Troy?”
“Yeah, Jake?”
“That was amazing. It’s never been like this for me before.”
“Just know that, at my age, I am usually only good for one climax a day. I hope that won’t disappoint you.”
“You could never disappoint me. Not even a little bit,” Jake said, echoing Troy’s words from earlier.
“Stay with me tonight. I want to wake up with you in my arms.”
Jake turned to face Troy. “I was hoping you’d say that. I brought an overnight bag, just in case.”
Troy laughed. “And I was worried I was rushing things.”
“I’m still wrapping my head around the fact that all these years, I never understood what was missing. Better late than never, I guess.”
“I’ve waited almost twice as long to find a man I could love and who would love me back. I was starting to think I’d end up alone forever. I am a little worried that I’m too old for you. I mean, there’s a 30-year age difference between us, babe.”
“Age is just a number. We finally found each other. Let’s just enjoy that, okay?”
Troy sighed. “Is it too soon to say, I think I love you?”
“Nope, cuz I think I love you, too.”
To prove it, Jake put his hand on Troy’s shoulder, leaned in, and kissed him deeply. As their lips met, a rush of warmth surged through both men. The kiss was slow and lingering, a wordless exchange of longing and promise that left them breathless and wanting more. The embrace carried the unmistakable intensity of newfound love.
Troy rested his forehead against Jake’s for a moment as their hearts raced in tandem, savoring the closeness and the certainty that they had finally found what was missing. There was no doubt in either of their minds that this was more than a friendship.
Their stomachs growled as if they were having a conversation of their own, making Troy chuckle.
“We should probably get cleaned up and get that grill going again.”
“I do have one question,” Jake said.
“Ask me anything.”
“Do you, um, I mean, do I, um, well… Am I just the receiver?”
Troy laughed and wiggled his eyebrows. “I like to give and receive.”
Jake grinned playfully. “You may only climax once a day, old man,” he teased, “but I’ve been known to go for three. How about I show you my giving skills after dinner?”
And there it was, Troy thought, the giddiness and lusty desire of a burgeoning relationship, complete with the possibility of happily ever after.
“Listen, boy,” Troy teased back. “If you wanna fuck my ass, you’re gonna have to take me out for breakfast in the morning.”
Jake laughed. “Deal!”
Emma had been right; he had lacked passion… but not anymore.
