Date: Thu, 20 Feb 2020 18:48:33 +0000 (UTC) From: Mike Austin Subject: Harborside Chapter 7 HARBORSIDE 11.30.19 A Tale of Two Men by Mike Austin nasstop@yahoo.com VII. Jack's dream had been one from that first night they'd met, perhaps it was in the bar rather than on the street corner en route home, but regardless, in the dream the two men had entered #7, grabbed each other tightly just inside the door, kissed deeply, tongues probing softly, then firmly, exploring the depths of mouths. Crotches grinding against each other, Jack's hands grabbing Sam's ass through the cold jeans, until they both shed jackets, shirts, boots, jeans, underwear and had side-walked to the sofa near the fireplace. There, Jack worked the younger man onto his back, the room lit only by fireplace flames, their moans and groans filling the room. Jack swallowed deep on Sam's dick, the head swollen and sensitive down Jack's throat, throbbed. Jack had not had mansex in years and he intended to capture that lost feeling and passion with this new man. Sam's hips bucked up into Jack's face, mouth and throat, his hands gripping the sides of Jack's head, mouth-fucking with ever increasing intensity. Simultaneously, Jack worked Sam's legs apart, up and over his shoulders. Kneeling back, pulled his mouth from Sam's cock, gently fingered the warm taint, glanced up and down the younger guy before him, spit in his fingers and probed the younger, muscled hole. His fingers probed and Sam moaned louder, screaming "yesssssssssssssssss" mumbled and then "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS", again! Jack's dick pulsed precum now, as he rubbed his head up and down across the willing knothole. Sam eased back, reached beneath his knees and pulled both back to his chest, giving up his muscle ring to his new bud. At the same instant Jack leaned forward, penetrating the younger man and filling him with the thick precum-coated slick dick. It was on now, Jack thought as he plunged deeper and deeper, feeling this young man grip him, draw him deeper and feel his thighs and glutes tighten and increase his fuck of this new young stud. Sam's hands reached for Jack's chest and tugged the hairy pecs, further drawing this topstud deeper in him. Sam mouthed- dad fuck me- and Jack read those unspoken words clearly and intensified his ass fuck. Jack gripped Sam's dick, jacked it, gripped it harder and began a rhythmic stroke and fuck, driving the young man into higher and higher levels of passion and ecstasy- his dickhead now achingly swollen and bulbous, his own precum flowing steadily. Jack arched his back and drove harder and deeper than before, long dicking the new fuck, feeling his own dickhead hammer at the man's gland and passion spot, until Sam screamed,,,,"CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMING" and shot thick ropes of cum across his abs, stomach onto his face and beard scruff, eyes lit by the small lamp on the night table revealed his passion and at that moment, when Sam's climax peaked, Jack woke from his dream, realized he was pounding his dick hard and that Sam lay beside him, soundly asleep, the room echoed with his own rapid passion breaths, the wind punctuating the window with twigs and icy pellets, his head reeling from the j/o session and this new discovery beside him. The cold in the room circled round his head, the sudden need to pee, rocked him further back to reality, he slid from beneath the quilts, peed and returned to bed. Sam had not moved and was out for the count. He'd not been aware of Jack's stroke session, but how, why did, would he recall, so many questions suspended incomplete in Jack's head and yet he couldn't escape the warmth and sensation of again being next to a man in his bed. Seven plus years he thought, he drifted off thinking seven years, until he again was adrift in the sea of unconscious pleasure. FINIS Sunday morning, Jack stirred awake, an empty bed. Had he dreamed he'd found Sam beside him, he checked and no, the pillow was crumpled, the imprint of a head still there. Befuddled,he felt for any remaining warmth under the sheets, sniffed the pillow and yes, definitely Sam's scent. He gripped the pillow, focusing, he'd missed the sound as Sam climbed the stairs and slowly brought him a cup of coffee. "You're awake, good" spoke Sam. "Guess we need to talk, uh , about, uh last night", he continued. Jack reached for the t-shirt lying on the floor, pulled it on, then tugged back the covers from Sam's side of the bed, and took the mug from him, as Sam circled the room to get in `his side of the bed'. He wore the robe from that first night. The wind roared outside and the room seemed both unusually cold and somehow safe and secure. Daybreak was muted and the small lamp still lit the room, Sam's mug now seated beside it, as he climbed under the covers, remained sitting upright. Jack sat up as well, awaiting this awkward discussion. Sam began, "I really was married and my ex-wife was a total bitch and left me for another guy" he spit out. Jack noted tears fill the young man's eyes. "It's just that, well, see, there was this uh, a divorced guy down the street who lived, in, the building, well see, where I was a maintenance guy; and, well, one day, OH DAMNIT, one day I was in his place doing a plumbing repair, and he well came onto me", Sam's report suspended into tension as he sat there, perhaps waiting for Jack's comment; or waiting to announce the rest of the event. "So I let him, you know, sorta blow me", again the admission suspended in the room. "It sorta got to be regular, ya know; not that I was, or maybe didn't know I was, uh ya know- Gay; but my wife wasn't giving head or wanting to fuck and I needed relief, and well maybe , uh more- ya know I was so damned alone it seemed, and well this guy put no strings on me and well, uh" Sam finally turned his head to Jack for a response- "Go on" came Jack's reply. "So this one day I was working in the building basement and this guy called me and invited me up after work, and by this time I was getting blow jobs from him sometimes twice a week- Elaine and I were separated and she's living with this other dude a biker who also happens to be a lawyer and was she ever happy to get her hands on that wallet, that cunt; well anyway, I go up to the guy's place and he's got another dude there; so I try to make it seem that I heard he had a repair work order so not to, ya know look funny to this other guy ". Sam gulped down coffee and resumed, "well so I say my usual I uh, looking at the other guy, but talking to my regular, hear you got some service work that needs to be done; and the regular guy- uh sorry, his name is Dave, steps back and leads me into the apartment and introduces me to Steve who stands up and shakes my hand". "So guess you can figure I was real confused about now", Sam continued, "and Dave announces to this Steve guy, that I'm the young handyman I'd told you about who loves getting his dick sucked, at which time this Steve guy, unzips me and pulls my dick out; I'm like lookin at Dave like what the fuck is going on as this Steve guy swallows down hard on me and Dave sorta holds my arms back while his buddy blows me". Again Sam paused, finished his coffee, stared at the window, then resumed, "so this guy's blow job is amazing and in no time I'm gushin cum out ya know and well, Dave is sorta whisperin in my ear, `that's it shoot your load in his mouth that's the way he likes it from a workin guy like you, he'll pay you for each workin man load you give up', and again even after I shot, that Steve guy is goin for another load, ya know". Sam turned again to Jack, looked out at the window, then back to Jack, turned slightly to the older man resting, sitting beside him, "I never told this to another soul, I swear, never" then rested his head on Jack's shoulder for solace. Jack's left arm was wrapped around Sam's shoulder now- "Go on" Jack encouraged. Sam resumed, "well the small apt. I had moved into in that building was part rent free and I had bills to take care of, so when this Steve guy got done blowin me and was getting ready to leave, he hands me a fifty and says I can make that each time I put out", I thought you fuckin bastard I'm no whore, no hustler street tramp and I shove the fifty back at him and spit. "I wasn't sure what had just happened other than getting one incredible set of blow jobs, but was sure of one thing, I was no whore". Sam looked up at Jack's face, found it stoic and passionate, receptive, supportive, like the look he had, when he gave me the key. "This whole thing with the separation, the divorce, this blow job stuff with Dave and that whore feeling that Steve gave me, made me realize I had to get the fuck away and start in a new place, get a new life, away, where no one knows me or this blow job gay stuff, so I gave notice, sold what little shit I had, packed a bag and got a bus ticket down to Center and a fleabag hotel, looking for work. I knew my boss at the apt building would give me a good ref, so checked things out in the paper and found the laborer opening on the MaryAnn down here in Bayside. Next day I was down here, met the Capt and hired on to his crew, and he gave me the berth on the Maryann until I could get some cash together and get a real room and that was 5 months ago, so there you got it all; well .................." Sam's tale dissipated in silence, his hand stroked Jack's pec and then he continued, "I sorta saw you during that time, several times coming from work at the warehouse or in the bars, or would watch you as I readied the Maryann for unloading, since we were always out when you went to work, and wondered about you and what you'd do if I was honest with you about me bein gay, ya know; if you'd beat the crap out of me, or tell the Capt I was queer and what that would mean". Jack's hand cupped the younger guy's head, pulled his face close, kissed him softly at first, then pulled him closer in a passionate hug and deep man kiss. "I know I'm not able to pay my part yet, but will work hard to pay my share as best I can and do things around here to help out, but mostly, just want to be here with you, with a man, not those sorts like Dave and Steve who want me as a whore, but well, sorta like, ya know buds, like together types; not that man and wife sorta stuff, I'm no sissy, but ya know guys bein together for life like", from Sam, his first time to make such an admission. Jack took both Sam's hands in his, gently kissed them, again pulled him close under the quilts. Daylight split the room's darkness and dimmed the small lamp's luminance as the two men sat together, propped up in Jack's bed, `their bed' both men realized in silence, nuzzled each other for hours, before rising for breakfast and future together...................someday, Jack would share his own past, but that was for another time. Clay/Mike Austin email: nasstop@yahoo.com