WARNING this story contains graphic descriptions of hot man 2 man sex. If you are offended or too young to read it go away. Otherwise enjoy. This story is based on real characters and real events. While creative license has been used to enhance the tale, and obviously the names have been changed, the general storyline is factual. The characters in this story were living in a place and time when diseases were not so common. Be responsible and don't make love without a "glove". Ciao Dante-
I looked at Joel as he sipped the wine and was lost in his youth and blond good looks. He jolted me out of my revere when he said, "So Dave, how long have you known you are gay?"
I lay back on the pillows took a sip of wine and collected my thoughts, "I guess I've always known I'm attracted to men. Not having a very good relationship with my own father helped to shape it. I considered myself "gay" all through college although I never flamed, and had several encounters although nothing serious. Then in the 80's everything changed in San Francisco, a lot of the people I knew were dying. By this time I had become engulfed in my work and had pretty much stopped cruising. Then I met a woman, older than myself, who shared my passion for La Belle Arte. I reevaluated my sexuality and decided labels were not as static as I had assumed. We had a long love affair. She was married to a very wealthy older man who didn't care if she found a little loving elsewhere as long as she didn't get attached. Unfortunately we fell in love. Her husband told her to end it. It was very painful for me. That was 8 years ago." I paused and refilled my glass. I looked over to refill Joel's glass, he was staring at me.
"That must have been horrible. I'm sorry." He said.
"It was sometime ago now, and the pain has gotten better. I can think of Anne calmly now and feel lucky that we had the time together." I said, the silence lengthened, "How about you, Joel. Do you consider yourself gay?" I said.
"I don't know...I have always been kinda curious about it, and liked looking at other guy's bodies when I got the chance. But I've also dated girls and had sex with one of them once. I enjoyed that also. I don't know what to think. No one at school or here at the farm knows, although Carlo maybe suspects something. I just like sex I guess." He laughed and I joined him.
"Well at your age it is normal to be horny, I guess you're lucky in that you can do anything that moves, even an old man like me." I said.
"You're not old, "Joel said quietly reaching over and touching my chest, "I think you're hot, dude. So why don't you just stop putting yourself down."
I leaned over and kissed him then looked into his eyes. "You have no idea how I need to hear that." I said. Then I resumed kissing him. I sat my wine down and took his glass and sat it next to mine. Then I started licking him all over. I moved down to his dick that was starting to lengthen with my ministrations. I licked the smooth rounded helmet and the pucker of his circumcision scar and down the shaft to his balls. I sucked each one into my mouth and licked them. Joel moaned softly as I licked behind his balls and spread his thighs apart so I could go deeper. I touched his pucker with my tongue and he moaned louder. I was never much into rimming so I moved back to his dick and finished making it stand to attention. Then I placed a finger tip at his hole and started putting pressure on it as I continued to suck his now very hard dick. He jerked as my finger slid in to the first knuckle. I stopped and just let him relax some as I moved to his balls again.
"Tell me if I do anything you don't want or like." I said, my mouth against his nuts.
He moaned in answer as my finger slid farther into his warm hole and I started moving it around. Soon he was leaking precum and said, "Ah shit..." as I brushed his prostate with my now buried finger.
"Turn over.." I said as I removed my finger. He looked at me and sat up and kissed me then lay back face down on the bed. His firm round butt was slightly spread and I quickly placed my mouth on the nearest globe of flesh. I also got a tube of lube from the nightstand and trickled some into his crack, he shuddered at the cool liquids progress down into his dark crevice. I placed two lubed fingers against his pucker and pressed them into him, he pushed back and moaned as they entered his tightness. I was shaking with excitement as I lay against him and tasted the back of his neck. "You are so beautiful.."
I whispered into his ear and then let the tip of my tongue touch his earlobe.
"Oh God, Dave...I've never felt like this. I think I'm gonna blow again!" He said hoarsely into the pillow.
I pulled my fingers out of his tight virgin hole and got a condom from the nightstand, "I want to fuck you." I said quietly.
He looked back over his shoulder as I rolled the condom down my dripping 6 inch shaft, "Do it, man. Fuck my hole." He said.
I spread his thighs then knelt between them, my dick standing straight out and throbbing in it's latex sheath. I lay down on him, kissed his neck and rubbing my dick into his crack, at his pucker I whispered into his ear, "Relax just like you did with my fingers. Tell me if I hurt you. I would never want that." The head of my cock was pressing against his pucker I could feel the tension in his body, so I started kissing him again and very gently pushed. He moaned and pushed back and I slipped through his ring. He moaned even louder and arched back against me.
"Oh god, that feels so good." He moaned.
I pushed slowly into his chute and was buried all the way to my nuts. I just held there for a moment savoring his tight warm love canal. Then I started moving in and out just ever so slowly. He was moaning with every thrust. Once again I touched his ear with the tip of my tongue and he suddenly moaned and I felt him tighten up around my dick. I started moving faster as the feeling built I could feel the orgasm start in my nuts as he groaned and his ring started throbbing around my shaft.
"I'm gonna shoot!" He said, "Oh Jesus, shit!"
I was in my own rhythm against the clinching of his ring and then I was over the edge, "Oh shit Joel.." I said arching up away from him as the cum shot out into the rubber. The pulses of the orgasm making my dick jerk in his tight hole. I collapsed against him and slowly regained control of my breathing. I could feel his relaxed muscles under me. I slowly pulled out of him and rolled onto my back, the cool air of the room touching my sweating body. I lay there looking up at the ceiling then turned to look at Joel. He was staring at me from the pillow.
"That was even better." He said. "I never dreamed it could be like that."
I pulled a throw up over us as I cuddled against him; put my arm around him and dozed off to sleep, Joel's getting out of bed woke me up.
I looked at the clock by the bed, it was a little after one o'clock. Joel was putting on his jeans. He looked over at me realizing I was awake and said, "I better get back to the bunkhouse in case Carlo wakes up. I left him sound asleep and smelling like a still so I bet he hasn't moved."
I sat up and watched silently as he dressed, "I can walk back up the hill with you." I said, reaching for my clothes.
Joel leaned over and pulled me to him and kissed me, "Don't get up." He said. "I can make it back up there ok." He tossed back the last of my glass of wine and stood up. "When do you want to start on the mare?" He asked.
I thought a moment and said, "Well I thought I would go out there in the morning and block in some of the background and sketch her if I can get her near the fence."
"I'll put a feed box out there and some oats in the morning early when I go back to check on them. Just fill up the box when you get out there and she should stand there and eat." He said, putting on his boots. He sat next to me on the bed and said, "I want to do this again, if you do."
I leaned over and kissed him long and hard, "I think I do too, Joel, but don't get hurt. OK?" I said.
He looked at me bewildered, "Joel, I'm not going to tell you this will ever go anywhere. I am trying to chart a new course with my life and career. If all you want is here and now then we can, and I want, to do this again. If you get deeper feelings involved then you will get hurt and I don't want that. Believe me when I say I care for you, but I can't promise anymore of myself other than a warm friendship and what is proving to be incredible sex. OK?" I said seriously. I touched his cheek and said near tears, "You are truly beautiful to me."
He turned pink and smiled again. I got out of bed put on a terry cloth robe and walked Joel to the door. He opened the door and looked at me in the dim light from the bedroom, "I want us to be together again, no strings." He said and leaned into me and kissed me tenderly then turned and walked into the dark. I stood at the door and watched his silhouette disappear up the path. I lay in bed for a long time that night and inhaled Joel's fragrance from the pillows and like an ice flow in spring I felt my heart warm up and start to beat with a new emotion. Not love but maybe the renewed promise of it.
The next morning I was up and out early. The mist was still hanging under the edge of the tree roundels in the paddocks when I took my canvas, French easel and paint box out to the paddock. As promised Joel had setup the feeder. I called to the mare as I poured oats into the bin. The faint rattle of the oats hitting the metal bowl was enough to draw the mare to me. I quickly setup and started my plein aire of her.
Every minute or two she would dip her nose down into the pan and get a mouthful of oats, then raise up and look at me quizzically. I started singing a bit of a Verdi opera to her and she perked her ears up, my brush flew across the canvas as I lay in details of her eyes and coat. The sun burned through the mist and the day warmed around me as I got lost in the work. Soon the oats were gone but the mare hung out listening to my horrendous tribute to La Boheme. The magic that is painting was coming like it use to and I stepped back and looked at what I had accomplished. The Mare looked back at me from the canvas and back at me from the paddock. I had caught her quizzical expression exactly. She needed a wash for the lights and a few final highlights to breath life into her image. I would complete that and the background in the studio.
"Thank you Madam." I said to her as she turned once again to the bluegrass of the paddock and switched her tail at the flies that were coming alive as the morning heated up. I lingered for a few minutes working up the background. Then I clamped my canvas to the easel and packed up. As I was walking back to the cottage I saw Joel on a tractor mowing hay in a neighboring field. He raised a hand and I returned the wave. I continued to hum Verdi to myself as I entered the cottage. I had a light lunch remembering all the heavy meals I had partaken of lately and called Dale in California. It was morning there.
"Dave, are you having a good vacation?" Dale's voice was lost in the familiar sound of city traffic.
"Splendid, thanks. Could you have the framers send me a Richmond style twenty two by thirty six to the address here? I am finishing up a portrait to thank my hosts and I need the frame by next Friday." I asked
"Sure, glad to hear you're working. I didn't think you would sit idle for very long. Clark and I had a bet and you just earned me a steak at El Duche, thanks!" Dale said and verifying the address he hung up.
Next I called Izmey. "The students are so tame they won't touch a thing." She said, hoping I would have a pleasant stay in the east.
I changed into swim trunks and headed up to the pool at the main house. Ingrid had told me to help myself and some pool time was just what I needed to help with the sore joints. The muscles I used for sex were complaining about the recent workout. I spent the afternoon poolside lying in the sun which felt much hotter here than out west, I could only assume it was the dreadful humidity. I was dozing in the sun when a shadow crossed over me and hung there. I opened my eyes and looked up into the eyes of Joel who was standing on the outside of the fence just above me.
He smiled down into my eyes and said, "How did the mare do?"
I smiled back at him and said, "She likes to hear me sing so she must be tone deaf, or perhaps she was just too horrified to move, but the likeness is good and I think it might be one of my best. It is a little early to tell for sure. Will you be joining me tonight?"
He suddenly looked sly and said, "Sure, I'll come down as soon as I can."
"Great, I'm looking forward to it." I said huskily.
I went back to the guest house shortly after he left me, I was burned and sweaty. I showered and dressed in casual shorts and a t-shirt. I went into the studio and started painting I had thought I would start a landscape but instead I started a watercolor of Joel from memory. I was still painting when I noticed the light was going and looked at my watch only to realize that it was getting dark and I needed to eat something. I decided to go into town and eat and stop at a cyber café I had passed while out shopping to cruise the internet for information. I had an idea about something I wanted to do for Joel before I left next week.
I visited the café and had a salad while exploring the gay community on-line. I wrote down the addresses of the bars and left. On the trip back out to the farm I stopped at a couple of the bars. It was early but the bartenders were very helpful. At the first place uniquely called "The Bar" the husky black bartender displayed a wealth of gold capped teeth when I asked about action.
"Well you need to come back on Thursday or Friday night. Around 11:00 the action really starts heating up." He said then winked at me, "Maybe I could show you some action this evening, I "m outta here at 9:00?"
"Thanks, but I'm in a hurry this evening, but I'll be back this weekend." I laughed.
The other bar was the same, very much a weekend crowd.
My plan was forming around Thursday evening. I would talk to Joel this evening about it. My guess was he had never tried the bar scene, and at his age he needed to.
To be continued....