Jim Walton jimw94596@yahoo.com Second story submittal after "Spring Stud"
I. Introduction:
A number of you have written to me about my first story, "Spring Stud." Thanks for your kind words.
As mentioned in the story, I'm married. Have no plans to ever change that. I like being married. I have a kid. He's a teenager. I like being his Father..... MOST days!
No one in my work or family lives has the slightest clue that I am bi. It's a totally private part of my life. I plan to keep it that way.
Since the day I admitted to myself that I was bi.....probably twenty years ago......I have led a very active and interesting play life with other men. I have had many "fly by" encounters, but have kept all of these guys at a safe distance. I wanted them for play time, not for love. I have plenty of love at home. Didn't want to ever complicate my life that way. I enjoy knowing that I'm NOT the only bi, married, hairy guy in the world who plays a "trollop" from time to time.
Here's the first installment of a series of stories that will be coming along. I hope you enjoy reading about it half as much as I've enjoyed the thrill of the adventure.
LUNCH AND A WALK ON THE TRAIL
I finally summoned the courage to run an ad on the net, describing myself and my interests. I wanted to find a buddy, preferably another married guy, someone with kids, too. I really dig other hairy guys who are into the outdoors. I'm no body builder, but I try to stay in reasonable shape. Hard because I LOVE to cook and to eat good food. It's an addiction! Even the smell of food causes me to gain ten pounds.
To my surprise I received a lot of responses. I tried to sort through each of them, logically. Connected with a number of guys. Met a few, played a little, enjoyed myself, and figured that this was all pretty fun.
Then something very different happened. A guy answered my ad with ALL the right questions and ALL the right answers. He was almost too perfect. We even shared the same first name. He was married, had kids, said he enjoyed being married, and has known he was bi since college. His writing seemed very casual, relaxed, and he came across as totally at ease with his life. I have been known to lay guilt trips on myself from time to time concerning my relationships with guys. Hearing him sound so nonchalant about it all was refreshingly appealing to me.
We started writing back and forth, and before I knew it we arranged to meet for lunch one day.
We agreed to meet in front of his office. He told me he worked on the second floor of the building and could see my car when I pulled up. I was pretty excited. His voice on the phone had an unsettling effect on me. There was not the slightest hint of an ego trip hiding behind it. He sounded kind, gentle, warm, professional, masculine. He sounded fucking hot. I had no idea at the time how just hearing his message on voice mail would soon begin to cause me such incredible delight.
I drove to his office, parked outside and waited. I watched the main lobby through glass entry doors. High walls of windows illuminated a brass railed stairway leading to the second story of the building. Soon, I saw a man walking...... no, he was bounding down the stairs. He was wearing jeans and a casual sport shirt. My heart started pounding. "Why am I feeling so funny?" I thought."Heck. I've met lots of guys this way before. What's my problem?" This was just a very different first meeting.
As he pushed open the doors, he looked toward me and smiled the biggest, friendliest ear to ear grin that I can ever remember receiving. I caught my breath and smiled back feeling a tinge of embarrassment.
Shoot! He was cute. About six feet tall, thick black hair, dark eyebrows, and a pair of big brown eyes that sparkled in the sun and looked right into my face from thirty feet away. He didn't walk toward me......he actually bounced in my direction with his feet barely touching the ground.
He opened the door and got in the car. He turned and shook my outstretched hand. "Hi. I'm Jim." he said, staring at me from head to toe. All I could look at was his hot mustache, carefully sculpted around his mouth and neatly trimmed.
"Great to meet another Jim!" I stammered. I wondered if he could tell how nervous I was. It was 95 degrees outside that August day. I was sweating bullets even though the inside of my car was cool. As his hand reached out to shake mine I became aware of the thick black hair covering his arms and fingers. It even grew down his wrists and across his hands. I could feel my heart rate quickening and my cock stiffening inside my pants.
The top button of his plaid shirt was open and gorgeous black chest hair stuck up near the edge of his collar."This is one handsome, hairy guy." I thought to myself. "I wonder what's under that shirt, and what's inside those jeans?"
His hair was sprinkled with small saltings of grey, making him look extremely distinguished. He told me he was 45, but he looked ten years younger. Jim's hair glistened in the sunlight. (When he does one day turn fully grey, it will be that hot steel color that I find to be such an incredible turn on.)
We went to a hamburger place for lunch. He ordered a burger, fries, and coke.......but all I could do was get an iced tea. I knew I'd throw up if I ate anything more. My stomach was racing around in my throat. "Why was I feeling this way?"
I told him that I'd been on a diet and had lost a lot of weight and was eating very carefully. (This is all true......well most of it was true, anyway!)
We talked during lunch about jobs and families, things we liked doing, and then we started sharing some of the escapades we had had with other men.It was very clear that neither of us was an innocent. We both talked pretty openly. Odd for me. I'm always much more guarded around strangers. Heck. I'm even pretty guarded around the people I know well. But, with Jim I felt at ease and comfortable, and I blathered away.
He finished his burger and sat back and looked at me with a sexy glint in his eyes. I eyed him the same way. We both smiled and got up to go to the car.
"Want to go for a walk on the trail?" he mentioned casually.
"That would be fine." I replied. Hell. I really wanted to say, "That would be absolutely, incredibly, fucking fine, Bud."
We walked along a jogging / bike trail in the middle of this suburban community. Jim found a sheltered area under some trees along a creek. I got the distinct impression that he had been in this spot with one or more guys before. Quite funny. I was totally turned on watching him and wondering about his other adventures. I enjoyed the thought of being his "fresh meat" for the day as well. He most certainly would be mine.
We walked down a hill. He put his arm around me and pulled me toward him. He began kissing me deeply, passionately. He started moaning softly the deeper his tongue plunged into me. To my surprise I found my shirt completely unbuttoned and untucked. "How the hell did he do that?" I thought.
I unbuttoned his shirt but felt pretty clumsy trying to get his buttons loose. Heck. If this was a competition, I would have lost instantly. The guy could move. His hands were light and quick, just like the strut of his walk. I felt his arms move around my body, touching and rubbing my hairy chest. He sunk his mouth into my nipples and rubbed his moustache and lips around the tips, nibbling here and there. I was so fucking turned on.
Then his hands went down to my zipper. Mine did the same to his, and I freed a gorgeous, hairy cock from inside his briefs.
"A smooth, silky cock like that should get a little air on such a hot day." I whispered.
He bent down and began sucking me off. His mouth moved quickly, deliberately and I wanted to shoot into him so badly. I pulled away so that I could taste him as well. His cock was deliciously sweet and its shaft moved smoothly between my lips and the back of my throat.
I heard a whirring noise on the trail just above us. We both grabbed for our pants which had sunken down to our ankles by this time. A biker was riding by. Fortunately he rode quickly and didn't see us playing. We were slightly hidden by the trees. Thank God. I really didn't care much who the heck was watching us. I was enjoying myself far too much to care about that.
I looked at Jim and we both started to laugh at the same time. He nuzzled his mouth into mine as we each began to stroke our respective cocks. He came so fucking fast. For the first time in my life I wanted to taste another guy's cum. I have no idea why, but the urge was more intense than it had ever been before. I've sucked a lot of guys, but never with the intention of making them cum inside my mouth.
He had to get back to work and I had an appointment. We reassembled ourselves and walked back to the car. I drove him to his office. We shook hands and agreed to call each other soon to plan our next meeting.
A simple, brief, sort of innocent encounter. I enjoyed myself. I was sure he had enjoyed himself as well. He felt so incredibly good.
I kept wondering.... Why did he have such a powerful, melting effect on me? What was it about his voice, his appearance, his conversation that made me feel giddy and reckless? I knew that this wasn't just casual "grab and pull" guy sex. It was something much more than that......but I had no idea what the "more" would become.
Now, the story can begin..........