Goals

Goals Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit descriptions of sex between men.

Story idea by and collaboration with top son Turner (bimgm36@gmail.com).

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GOALS

CHAPTER SIX

[SCOTT]

There wasn't going to be a Glacier National Park hike, or a Montana trip for that matter. Not this year.

I won't go into the details, but after Kelly found out, I moved into an apartment hotel for a few days until I could line up a small apartment closer to my office. I took a few personal days off to sort through all the practical bullshit: getting a good divorce attorney, tending to bills and protecting my finances without doing anything out of line legally.

I called Shannon, which was the hardest phone call I ever had to make in my life. I decided I wasn't going to make excuses or try to convince her of anything. I just didn't want to take the easy way out and step away.

Turns out she was great. Maybe weirded out as fuck I'd been involved with her high school boyfriend. But otherwise she seemed surprisingly mature. "I told Mom I'm not going to pick sides," she said on the phone.

"You have every right to be mad at me," I acknowledged.

"Am I happy?" she said. "Of course not. I feel really bad for Mom. But you have to be who you really are, Dad. I just hope you can find a healthier way to do it."

Yes, I was being lectured by my 23 year old daughter, and yes I deserved it.

Kelly told her friends and word spread around our club. I stopped going. My golf buddies had quietly uninvited me from their group anyway.

Soon word spread around the office too, but corporate policy meant there was no real blowback. I never considered myself gay, not really or fully, but here I was being treated as gay. Hell, it didn't matter, I decided. It was just a fucking word.

The divorce took a while. Negotiation. Filing period. I put myself into work. Like, full workaholic mode like I hadn't done since my early 40s. It came back to me too easily.

I felt bad about cutting things cold with Austin. But there was too much upheaval in my life and negotiating a second emotional relationship was too much on top of it. He deserved better, I knew, but I had to look after myself first for a change.

[AUSTIN]

Army daddy Steve and I had texted some over the weekend. He used to always go radio silent after a hook up, but I think he was getting over some of his hangups or guilt. And maybe our year-long absence had made the sexual chemistry between us more powerful now that we'd reconnected.

Our messages started out thanking the other for a hot time. Saying it was hot to hook up again. Then Steve ventured, "If I came into town next week, what would you think about meeting again?"

I typed back. "You just gave me a hardon, that's what I think about it." It was true.

"Ha," he wrote. "Saturday might work better for me." Then, "I guess I'm coming off a dry spell."

"Yeah?" I wrote.

"I tried to be a good boy. That didn't last." This was night and day different than the army daddy I first hooked up with.

I massaged my bone as I typed with the other hand. "I think I prefer bad boy Steve instead."

"I bet you do." Then "I'm thinking about being a little badder when I see u next."

I sat up some. From another dude I would have written this off as flirty banter. But Steve usually wasn't the flirty banter type. "What do you mean?"

"I can trust you right?"

My heart pounded. "You know you can," I wrote. "Totally discreet."

There was a little pause. "I've been thinking what it would be like to get fucked."

"For real?" I wrote.

"I can't believe I'm typing this," came the response.

"Even if it's just a fantasy it turned me on," I wrote. "but NGL i'm boned as fuck thinking about being in your ass."

"Be honest," he wrote. "How much does it hurt?"

I grimaced, trying to think of what to type. "I've never bottomed," I wrote honestly. "But I've been the first top for a couple of guys and they have both very much enjoyed the experience."

I could sense him mulling it over, even though I couldn't see or hear him. "We'd have to use protection," he wrote.

I respected guys' wishes, and if a rubber was what it took to get into this Army officer's hole, I'd abide. But fuck, I hate condoms. "I'm clean and tested," I wrote back. "But sure. Your call."

"You fuck a lot of guys?" he asked.

This was something we didn't talk about before. Guess we were talking about it now.

"Just one guy lately. But I've tested since him."

"You seem like a player," he wrote.

I hoped he wasn't getting cold feet. "I love sex, and I love hot older men. I try to do what it takes to get off with them." Then, "Not sure what you want me to say, man."

"You're being honest, bud. I respect that." Then. "It's just some scary new territory for me, you know."

"I get that," I wrote. "Not gonna push you." I mean, I did want to push him. Bad. But with some men you had to use the soft touch. Steve was that kind of guy.

"At the very least I can give you a nice long BJ Saturday," he wrote.

"You know I'd like that."

I spent my week focused on my own workouts. I had plans with my buddies Friday night but kept Saturday open. True enough, I heard from Steve bright and early that morning.

"Morning," he wrote.

"Hi there," I typed back. I was getting ready for my morning workout.

"You gotta a chance to talk?"

"Hitting the gym in a little bit," I typed. "But yeah, I'm around now."

We normally texted, but hearing Steve's deep voice was a treat. "Hey..." he said. "Wasn't wanting to check... you still up for meeting today?"

"Oh yeah," I replied. "What's your plan?"

"I'll be hitting the road in a couple of hours," Steve said. He gave me the name of the hotel he had booked, some regular chain hotel in the suburbs. "I wanna get settled, but maybe late afternoon?"

"Works for me," I said. But a question had been eating at me all week. "I don't wanna push you, man... but what you are thinking you wanna do?"

His voice got a little quieter. "I wanna go for it... see what it's about." God his voice was so sexy.

"Getting fucked?" I clarified.

"Yeah that," he answered. At first I thought he was just being shy, but I sussed out he wasn't alone or at least wasn't sure his conversation wouldn't be overheard. Still he ventured further. "You um... do the stuff before?"

It took me a second to realize what he was getting out. "You mean would I rim you?"

His reply sounded throaty and lusty. "Yeah, that."

"I love doing that," I said. If I had any thing I wished Scott had been into more it was that. He'd let me eat him out and seemed to enjoy when I did. But the man didn't crave it or ask for it much.

My reply must have been enthusiastic because I heard a chuckle on the other end. "Nice. I just wanna try it all today."

"It's gonna be a long fucking day waiting," I teased.

"Sorry," he said. "It's a couple hours drive."

"Nah, man, it's good. I'll go work out some of the frustration in the gym. Look forward to it."

"Yeah, me too," he said softly. This was a new side to this Army Daddy for sure.

I don't know if the Army PT shorts Steve wore when he opened his hotel door were for my sake, or if that was his normal loungewear. His skin and chest fur was damp and I could tell he's just gotten out of the shower. It wasn't the first time I'd seen his bare chest, but it had been too long, and I was enjoying the full military-dad muscle he had going on. I don't expect a 50 year old body to be fit and hard like his brawn was, but it was a nice treat.

"I'm pretty nervous," he admitted. Indeed, he was shaking a little. It was wild to see a gruff butch man like this in a vulnerable state. It gave me a full-on fuck hard but also made me a little concerned.

"We can take it slow," I offered. "Whaddya think?"

He nodded. "Yeah, maybe just feel each other up for a bit?" This wasn't what I was expecting, but I was very into the idea.

I peeled off my zip up and my T-shirt beneath. I had a good pump from the gym that day and in general was proud of my muscle. But I still loved his reaction. He walked over to the bed and pulled down the covers, watching as I took off the rest of my clothes to show off my steely erection.

That was what Steve touched first as I got into bed with him. Reaching out, he gripped my hardon and tugged gently at it. I scooted forward and let him enjoy playing with it.

We both watched the connection for a while, then I decided I wanted to feel up that Army officer muscle. We had never really had this level of intimacy. It was always about Steve servicing my dick. But I was glad for this now. He was a big guy, and firm, but that muscle also felt like a 50 year old's muscle. My dick throbbed as I ran my hands along his pecs and over his shoulders.

Steve seemed like he didn't want to relinquish my prick, but he too, began exploring my body.

"You still a trainer?" he asked. We never did much small talk or shared much of our lives, but he knew what I did.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"I should probably hire you," he joked.

I snuggled up to him so I could run my hands along his lats and down to his ass. I was cautious, not wanting to spook him, but he seemed OK with the contact of my hands on the roundness of his buns.

"Your body is perfect, man," I hissed.

He cracked a smile. "You really are into older men, aren't you?" he said. I'd put that on my profile that Steve had initially responded to.

"Very much so," I replied. "Exclusively." I now kneaded that ass brawn as I pressed my boner against his and felt the heat between our bodies. Steve had something between what I'd call a muscle ass and a daddy ass. I considered daddy asses to have a little give and not be so perfectly round. Steve, though, clearly didn't skip leg day and I could feel the strength in his glutes. If I was a bottom, I'd probably get a thrill from the potential he had to throw a hard fuck.

I looked into his blue eyes. "But guys not into older men would be into you, you know that, right?"

"Yeah," he admitted. His hands now ran along my back. "I've been trying to be a good boy."

One of these days I'd go for unattached men. Or men open to a real relationship. But I had a hot as fuck Army officer in bed with me, so I wasn't gonna second guess why I was so attuned to straight men getting gay sex on the side.

"It's just us here," I assured him. I ground my crotch into his, signaling our mutual desire. "Maybe being a good boy is overrated," I hissed.

"Oh fuck," he hissed back as our eyes met. Then, with a deep voice, he said, "I've never kissed a guy."

My heart pounded. This guy was so sexy, and the vulnerability coming through his gruffness was turning me the fuck on. "Like I say, it's just us."

Steve moved his head toward me and I took that as the signal to close the gap. His lips were rough and a little chapped, but he opened them up and our tongues met. He grunted at the contact but was clearly into it. Soon we were making out, swapping tongues and clutching at each other.

"Fuck," he gasped as we broke up. "It's different with a guy."

"How so?" I asked.

"Not as tender.... a little rougher."

That caught me by surprise, since I thought we were doing tender. "You liked that?"

He gave a sheepish smile. "I did."

I wanted to feed his desire. "We can go harder at it, if you like," I offered.

And like that we were kissing again. I normally am not into so much tongue and so much sucking, but I fed off his energy and that thrill of going at it, man to man. It was a raw, sexual kiss. Almost like Steve was trying to make sure it wasn't an emotional thing for him.

My fingers dug into his cleft and he growled into my mouth as I started exploring his crack and touching his hole. That he was turned on was a good sign. The hole was clean and a little dry so I didn't press far into the ring, but gave enough pressure for the man to know my intentions, if he didn't know them already.

"Let me eat you out," I gasped when we pulled apart, our stubble leaving each other's chins and lips a little raw and spit covering the lower half of our faces.

"How you want...?" he started to ask, but I interrupted.

"Just lie back and relax. Let me know what you like," I said. Something about this Army guy's vulnerability made me want to make this really good for him.

I took my time kissing down his body and I could feel his tension relax as I did. I avoided his thick, firehose stub of a cock but licked his hairy ball sac some, which he liked. Then lower, beneath it.

"Lift your legs," I ordered softly and then saw those thick legs pull up and back. His trench had some of that dark blond fur in it but the pucker was clearly visible, pink and tight. I felt its heat as I leaned in, then gave it some licks.

"Oh god," Steve grunted.

I pulled back and look up at him. He had an excited, expectant look on his face. "You've ever been rimmed?" I asked. "Maybe by a woman?"

He shook his head. "No buddy. Wasn't sure if I'd be into it."

I head the upper part of his hamstrings to keep his ass steady. "Let's change that," I said then turned my attention back to his trench. Maybe it was because he was virgin, but I was very into eating this guy out.

It helped that Steve got really into it. He wasn't verbal, at least not verbal in a way a guy comfortable with gay sex is. But he let out some deep moans as I munched his ring and have a couple of "yes" cries to encourage me.

It was very hot, but I wasn't there to rim him all evening. I pulled back and gave a soft spit on his pucker and gave one last push of my tongue to smear the saliva around his entrance. I looked up at him and I knew I had a pride on my face for a job well done. I'd been fairly inexperienced when I started fooling around with my college professor but now I had enough under my belt to be confident in the bedroom.

"Tell me if something isn't good for you, man," I said, reaching over to pick up the lube he'd left out, along with a few condoms. I flipped the cap, squirted a good amount on my digits, and then began slowly fingering him.

"OK?" I asked, staring into those beautiful blue eyes and taking in his handsome, clean shaven face.

"Yeah," he replied. Letting those 220-ish pounds of officer muscle relax on the bed. "It's weird but good."

I smiled and added a finger. "I won't lie, man, my dick may sting when it first goes in," I said, wanting to be honest and to prepare him. "But the fingers should feel nothing but good."

Steve took a deep breath. Getting a little nervous.

"You got this, man," I said. I slowly worked my fingers in and out. I could tell he sensing the pleasure his insides could give him. "You know how much you like having my cock in your mouth and throat?" I asked.

He blushed but nodded. "Yeah."

"It's not the same, but focus on that. Having me be a part of you... inside you."

I lined up my prick next to my fingers, ready to push in.

"Could you put a condom on, man?" he asked.

"Sure," I said with some defeat in my voice. He'd said I'd have to use protection, but I thought I'd give it one last chance. As I picked up the packet, I added, "I swear I'm clean and tested if you wanna..."

He was getting a little impatient. "Just wrap it up man."

I did as instructed. I'd respect his wishes, especially if this man was offering his virginity.

I decided I didn't want Steve time to get nervous and tight. I lined up and entered him. Slowly to be sure, but I pressed in, millimeter at a time.

"I told you it'll sting," I said, sensing his bodily reaction. "It'll get better, trust me," I assured him.

I added more lube and rocked back and forth about an inch inside his hole. That seemed to do the trick. I felt that inner ring open up for me. "There ya go, man!" I growled excitedly.

"Fuck!" Steve let out. I knew it wasn't a yelp of pain or discomfort but there was a psychological reaction to having been penetrated for the first time.

"Feel good, right?" I prodded.

He nodded. "You're big. But yeah..."

I rocked a little more. Wanting him to get used to my size but needing to keep enough friction on my dick through the rubber. "You're almost there," I encouraged.

"Almost?" he asked. I was completely buried so he didn't understand.

I cocked a grin and pulled back several inches, then plowed in. His first real fuck thrust.

His dick jerked on his belly. I was pretty sure he was feeling his prostate for the first time. "Oh God!" he hissed as his hands clutched at my chest.

I started fucking him. Steady strokes in and out of his tight Army guts.

"See... I told ya," I smiled enjoying the act of breaking this big man in. This is everything I loved about sex. A much older man beneath me, learning that he loved me topping him. I fucked faster.

He jerked his dick some but mostly watched me, like he was mesmerized by watching me in rut and enjoying the close-up view of my body.

"Can we do another position?" he finally asked.

"Yeah, sure," I said. "This one not working for you?" I wanted to figure out what would make this great for him. It was his first time, after all, and a cocky part of me wanted him remembering this for a good long time.

"Not exactly comfortable to have my legs back," he replied. "Maybe you can fuck me from behind?"

"Definitely," I assured him. I pulled back and watched him flip over and get into a doggy position. In addition to the physical comfort, I gathered that Steve like the lack of emotional connection to this position, it was more purely animalistic.

The condom still kept me from feeling much but I loved the sight and act of penetration. Holding his hips and watching my rubbered cock push in between his buns. I felt like I had scored some big game here. Big strong Army daddy.

The new position worked wonders for the guy. I fucked with steady powerful thrusts. Not hard or rough, but it was very physical and Steve loved it.

"Fuck me stud!" he bellowed, now jerking his rod in time with my strokes.

God, his voice was deep and his neediness egged me on. I went harder and faster, holding his hips tight. The contrast of his paler ass cheeks and light tan of his strong back was a turn on. I could tell from his jerking arm and his body posture he was getting real close.

"You getting close, man?" he asked. His voice was urgent with need, like he was holding back his cum.

"Nah," I said. "Can't with a rubber." I wasn't trying to be an asshole, but that was the truth.

Steve bucked his ass back against my thrusting crotch a couple times, as if he was trying to work my cock to see if he could be the exception. Then he spoke up again. "Just go for it, buddy."

I wasn't sure if he was saying what I thought he was saying. "You mean?"

Steve didn't answer me but instead reached down past his balls between his legs and tugged at the base of my cock. An unmistakable signal for me to raw dog him.

I did the rest of the work, pulling back as I held the condom steady so it would slip off. The second I'd cleared the sheath, I plunged back into that officer's ass, bare.

The psychological excitement had been building up like crazy, and now the physical part of the fuck was catching up with it. I pounded with maybe five or sex strokes before my cum started.

"Oh FUCK!" I cried, holding his hips real tight as I jackrabbited in and out of that slick ass, feeling it get slicker as my seed spurted into him.

"Aw yeah, stud!" he grunted and the knowledge I was coming gave him the sign for him to allow his own orgasm. Not quite simultaneously but close in succession.

I slowly pulled out. Still hard, though pretty much his ass had drained my balls well. I patted his furred buns in silent thanks. "Let me get you a washcloth," I said.

I came back from the bathroom to find him lying back against the headboard, a quiet, almost dreamy look on his face. He gratefully took the damp cloth.

"I didn't think I'd enjoy it so much," he said, like he was admitting defeat.

"I'm glad you did," I said, standing next to the bed, and letting my dong dangle in a half hard state. "Thanks for giving me the full ride just now, buddy." I softly touched his arm to show a grateful affection.

He gave a wince of a smile. "You really like getting your way, don't ya?" Maybe he resented the barebacking now that we'd gotten our rocks off.

"I swear I'm not a man whore," I said with as much a grin as I could muster. "That was a special treat, honest."

That seemed to put Steve at ease and he set down the washcloth. "Well, at least I can say I went all out," he said almost philosophically. He picked up his watch from the nightstand. It was almost 7. "You feel like grabbing a bite, buddy?"

I gave a nod. "I wanna respect your boundaries. But yeah, that'd be nice."

He stood up from the bed and gave me a light mock punch to the shoulder. "You copped my goddamn cherry, I figured you could buy me dinner at least," he joked.

I laughed but was sincere in my reply. "Dude. After that fuck, I'll treat you to a fucking steak dinner. Honest."

Steve stood and looked at me with a smirk. "God you are a good looking fucker," he muttered. Then, "let me clean up first."

I checked my phone while he showered. Maybe a part of me hoped I'd see a message from Scott, like I did every time I picked up my phone. But it was just a couple of messages from my college buddy Jason. I gave a quick reply. Then scrolled through to find a good steakhouse to reserve for dinner.

[SCOTT]

I stopped training with Austin and for a month stopped working out entirely. Then I got back into it, at my corporate health club. It helped me deal with the stress.

I was splitting most of my assets in the divorce, so I cut corners. I found a way to transfer the country club membership to Kelly, in case she wanted to keep that up. My rent was cheap, at least cheap by Scott Delahunt standards. I was fine financially, but I didn't want this to set me too far back on my retirement goals.

I stopped beating myself up. It was too strong a statement to say I was grateful for what happened, but maybe it needed to happen.

I had a lot of alone time to think and reflect. After about four months, I texted Austin on a Saturday morning. "Would I be able to apologize to you sometime?"

I could sense hesitation on his end in replying, before he wrote. "You don't have to."

There was the rebuke I was expecting. But then I got another text from him. "It would be good to see you though."

"When?" I asked. Nervous and excited. "Name a time."

"I'm free this weekend. This afternoon?"

I was going to offer him to come over, but instead I figured it would be best to meet on neutral territory. There was a brewery with an outdoor deck. The weather was a nice early September day, so I suggested that.

He had on his faded Titans T-shirt, mesh shorts, and flip flops as he walked up. I couldn't help but smile when I saw him, for all the emotions and unfinished business left between us. Austin just looked amazing.

"Can I get you something?" I asked. In natural "treat" mode.

"Whatever you're having," he said. Then. "Great to see you Scott."

My eyes daring to meet his steely-blue gaze. "Great to see you, too, Austin."

AUSTIN

It was actually our first time in doggy position. Scott on all fours as I held his hips and did that slow-and-hard trick I'd done with the Military Dad.

"Oh, Fuck me, stud," Scott grunted. His ass was tighter than before, but he was quickly opening up for me. "You love your dad's ass don't ya, buddy?"

It was like where we left off. "God yeah, sir," I hissed. Pounding him with a series of deep, steady jabs. Feeling like a total stud boning him.

"You're so horny today, son." I sensed Scott was having a hard time keeping to a script, he was getting too carried away in the physicality of our mating.

"I missed you Scott," I said, giving him a break from the Dad talk. Even as my cock moved in faster shallow thrusts. "Missed being with you."

"Missed you, too, buddy," came his soft reply. His hand working his cock beneath him.

"You almost there?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Tell me when you're real close," I urged.

"OK," he said. Then after a few seconds of my fucking and his masturbation. I heard. "Yeah." A signal.

I gripped his arm to pull his hand away. "Do it!" I barked. "Come for me!"

It caught Scott by surprise but was perfect timing. He nutted hands free, on my cock. And even if I couldn't watch I could hear him and see his body jerk in pleasure. I busted my own seed inside him, turned on like mad by making him cum like this.

I slowed my fuck and leaned into kiss his shoulder and neck. He twisted free of me and met my mouth for the rest of our kiss.

After a little making out, I plopped on the bed and looked around. "So this is your apartment, huh?" I asked.

"Yep," he said. "Living the simple life these days."

I laughed. "Your version of the simple life is different than what lots of people would consider simple." It was a gentle accusation.

"Probably," he conceded. God, he somehow had gotten even more handsome. 52, and well on his way to 53.

"Well, it suits you," I said. Giving another quick peck.

[SCOTT]

It was a new phase for me and Austin. No longer did we have that naughty thrill of sneaking around, but it was so much better to sleep in the same bed multiple times a week and have sex more frequently.

He began training me again, unofficially, though he refused to take money this time. A couple of sessions a week, and I'd join him for one of his weekend workouts.

I tried not to be as free flowing with the money, but I still enjoyed spoiling him from time to time. We caught a few Titans games that fall, though I stepped down from the box seats.

I realize Austin had driven so much of our affair. His libido, his kinks, his love of older men. I wasn't passive in it, but mostly it was this fine young man opening a world for me. But I knew I had to make a choice.

It was his birthday weekend. We went to a Mexican restaurant he loved rather than somewhere fancy. I'd blown him before dinner, but I had a sense sex would be on the cards again later. He was in a good mood and acting flirty with me, which I loved.

But I knew we had to talk about us. "So, Austin... I've been talking to some headhunters."

"Yeah?" he asked. Intrigued, but still not sure where I was going with this.

"In my position you hear from them all the time. But I never wanted to leave Nashville before."

That stopped him cold. "You do now?" he asked softly.

I nodded. "Ever since the divorce, I hate being here. Listen... I'm not going to ask you to uproot your life. But if I moved, you'd be very welcome to come with me. Live with me."

"Wow," he said. Taking it all in. "Where are you thinking?"

"Denver, maybe Atlanta, maybe Boston," I said. "Anywhere, but Nashville." Reading his face.

"I'll have to think about it," he said.

"Of course," I said. It tore me up to bring this up with him. But we couldn't keep going in suspended animation.

Our sex was quiet and physical when we got back. Austin guided me on to my stomach and rimmed me out before mounting me and fucking me hard and slow. I could feel the need and emotion in every thrust. It made me cum against the bedsheets.

Over breakfast the next morning he was almost a new man. "It might take me a while to build up a new client base," he said. He'd clearly been thinking all night and all morning about this. He speared a slice of avocado on his plate and smiled up at me. "You know, we don't know what it'd be like to live together."

"We don't," I replied. "But I have a good guess the sex would be very good."

He grinned.

"You would be in a relationship with a man twice your age," I warned him.

His voice got low. "You know that gets me hard, Scott."

"Yeah, I do," I said. "But I mean beyond the hardons. The relationship part."

He shrugged. "We'll figure that shit out, right? Figure out what's right for us."

My heart beat hard. "So... we doing this?"

His eyes locked on mine. "If you'll have me... Dad. Yeah, we're doing this." I knew Austin saw me as a substitute for his own father. I knew there was some short circuit between that and his need to be with me sexually.

Just as there was a short circuit between my attraction to him and my need to give him what he needed. To indulge him. "Love you, son," I muttered, words catching in my throat.

His foot pressed against mine under the table. "Love ya, Dad."