Date: Fri, 6 May 2005 22:20:06 -0400 (EDT)
From: Ryan
Subject: Joe and Me

Ever since I was a little kid I was always fascinated with older men.  The
man I am currently with is 20 years old than me...so old habits die hard.

When I first started nursing school I took a part-time job at a lab to make
some extra money (and to gain some experience too).  I would work helping
the techs set up the machines and draw blood when needed.  Since I went to
school and had clinicals in the moring, I would a few hours at night for
the lab.

Every night around 11pm couriers would come and drop off specimens that
they had collect during their routes earlier in the evening.  One courier,
named Joe, took a particular interest in me and we would always chat when
he came into the lab. Joe was a divorced man, in his earliy 60's, tall with
a normal build.  He was handsome and had a very nice arms for a guys his
age.  He would always have his top few buttons undone and I could see some
gorgeous white chest hair peaking out.  For my birthday he bought me a
bottle of vodka and have me a card and during Christmas he gave me a CD I'd
been talking about and brought me in some food.

Anyway, for the first time in my life I started to have panic attacks.  A
few were pretty severe, but for the most part I was able to control them.
I had mention to Joe that I was having such events and he offered to bring
me in a workbook he'd gotten when he started to get them.  It was
interesting cause he mention that he was glad he met someone else who could
understand what he went through.  He tacked on that he's take care of me
and not to worry.

Joe was so sweet...like a dad or grandfather to me.  Since I had a taste
for older men, the thought of sexual relations with him wasn't totally out
of my mind.  But I'd figured he was lonely and just liked having someone to
take care of.

So one day Joe brought in the work book and I started doing it.  All the
answers were blank so I just worked through it all on another sheet of
blank paper.  I thanked Joe, gave him back the book, and gave him a little
card in which I wrote how cool it was to know him and how much it meant to
me that he cared.  That lead to him taking me out to lunch and things like
that.  We'd get each other coffee and the like.

Eventually it moved to seeing each other out of work.  It started off with
little stuff...lunch, dinner, or coffee.  One day he came over and helped
me paint the kitchen at my apartment.  He was so cool hanging out with all
these young kids...drinking beer and eating chinese food.  I remember that
day as the first day I felt that things could go farther than just friends.
In the living of my apartment we had a loveseat, couch, lazyboy, and a
futon thingy that turned down into a bed.  It was kinda say cause
everything was all crunched in this little room...but we liked it cause we
could drink and smoke pot without having to be too far apart.  Anyway, Joe
and I sat in the foton thingy, and at the time I was wasn't sure it was the
beer or the paint fumes, but I felt him rub my back and bit and rest his
hand on my lower back.

Joe lived in a small house about 30 minutes from my apartment.  At one
point in time he'd gotten married and had two sons, but his wife and him
split up a years before I was born.  So he'd bought this little house and
redone it all up for himself.  I would go over every now then and hang out
or help him with something.  I never stayed too long.  One day he called me
up and wanted to know if I'd help him clean his yard up a bit.  I couldn't
do it that day but he agreed to do on my day off from school and work.  I
went over and we started working to clean up the leaves and turn the beds
down.  Joe was wearing a white v-neck shit and some shorts.  He looked good
for an old guy.  Nice bod and hairy chest.  He also had a great sense of
humor and would always crack jokes.

We worked and I'm not sure where it started to turn into sexual energy.
It's funny how you can never remember how things happen...but we had found
ourselves inside the house having a drink.  He pulled the vodka and that
was it.  We chatted for a bit and I went off the the bathroom.  When I
came back I decided that Joe needed a back rub.  Neither one of us was
drunk by any means...and I think he just needed to relax a little to let
things happen.  Joe's shirt came off and I started to scratch and rub his
back.  He leaned back into me and I began to rub his neck and
shoulders...which got a nice deep moan.

From there I rub his chest and stomach (which wasn't rock hard but wasn't
fat at all).  He was leaning right into me and had his hand on my legs.
From there the real rubbing began and my shirt came off.  Joe and I began
to hug and cuddle...which then lead to kissing.  It was strange cause most
the guys I'd been with I went straight for the cock...but with Joe I wanted
much more than that.

We kissed for a bit and then the pants came off.  I wasn't surpised to see
Joe's big white bush and cock.  And I was so excited for him to see him
naked.  He was so into my pierced nipples and loved me like no other guy
had.  That night we had fabulous oral sex on each other.  It was great.  I
really had fallen for him.

He continued to see each other often...although he pushed me see other guys
too.  I didn't want to.  He was the first guy I ever topped...and I
bottomed for him as well.  Our sex was tender and powerful.  I used to love
to lay with him and talk.  The man knew everything about everything.  Our
relationship hit a point where we stopped using condoms and went bareback.
We had built that much trust with each other.  I'd love having a little bit
of him left inside it me...and that idea and bond has stuck with me.

That was a few years ago and Joe has since passed away and I've since
married (GO MASS!!!).  But I can still feel Joe with me and will never
forget him.