Date: Mon, 9 Jan 2006 17:17:22 EST
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: Starting Again Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER - the following is a story involving gay men and graphic gay
sexual situations.  If you are offended by male to male sexual encounters,
please exit.


Starting Again Chapter 1
by lennoxbear@aol.com


Sam spent the last several years living what many would consider the gay
man's dream in San Francisco and northern California.  He had become the
typical gay daddy at 45 sporting short buzzed dark hair, a thick moustache
and goatee and bright green eyes. Hours spent at the gym had layered his
6'2" frame with thick lean muscle. The years of playing football had made
him one of the more competitive gymrats and he wore it well.  Despite the
heads that would turn when he entered a room, he gave little sign of
attitude or ego.

But as his conversations with his parents back home in Pennsylvania turned
more to their adjustments of getting older. He began to think it was time
to return.  He had lucked out and kept a good tech job while many had lost
theirs. It allowed him to live a pretty good life style in a rather
expensive city.  His roommate of five years wasn't happy to hear he was
putting his house up for sale and leaving.  Having Thad as a roomie had
made the mortgage much easier. Not to mention they shared the same taste in
men and spent many nights together looking for a bottom to serve their
needs. Now Thad was panicked about where he could go.

"Oh man, shit, you sure I can't change your mind?  I mean I'm willing to
even be a permanent bottom boy for you to keep you here.  You're like my
best mate of all time."

Sam slid is thick arms around the beefy man and sighed.  "A guy couldn't
ask for a better bud and bar mate, but I really think it's time for me to
leave."

Thad pulled Sam's hands down to his hard butt and flexed. "Think about it.
You could be fucking this prime meat everyday."  He slid his hand up to
Sam's hard nip and squeezed.  Sam moaned.

"No fair." He hugged his best friend close and nipped his neck.  "The sex
would be hot but I have to think about my family."  He dropped his arms and
flopped onto the big stuffed sofa.  "My parents need help and my brother
can't handle it alone.  And well."  He watched the handsome man slide into
an easy chair across from him. "I got an offer to teach and do research at
one of the universities, it's really a deal I can't pass."

"I know.  I'm sure your parents would appreciate you're being there.  Man
I'm really gonna miss ya."

"Hey, I'm advertising the house comes with a tenant, that might help.  And
it's not like I can't come to visit.  I'll do whatever I can to get back
for Folsum and Dore Alley."

Thad idly played with a furry nip peeking out from under his tank.  "So
what's the time frame?"

"I have 45 days to get back.  The university is providing me with a
temporary apartment until I can find a place.  The house is listed.  I'll
sell whatever furniture I can with it, maybe give some stuff away, and
decide what gets moved back."

Thad whistled.  "45 days, huh?  Guess we better get started."  He stood up
and dropped his jeans.

"What're you doing?"

"I'm getting naked so you can fuck my tight ass."

"Thad!"

"Bud, we've worked out together for years, gone camping, vacationed, shared
bathrooms and tricks, threesomes, foursomes and numbers I can't remember. I
ain't letting you leave without plowing me senseless."  He kicked off his
shoes, peeled off the tank and offered his naked muscular body to his
friend.  "Please. Your face says no, but your dick says, let me in." The
two beefy friends embraced and Thad slid slowly to the floor.

Thad helped Sam get his life packed for the return to Pittsburgh over the
next forty-five days when they weren't fucking like lovesick kids.  Sam
lucked out and sold his house to two guys he had met at a fundraiser a few
months prior. They gladly welcomed Thad as a tenant, especially when they
caught sight of him naked running from the bathroom one visit.  The one
buyer was definitely looking forward to two live-in daddies.

Sam and Thad hugged and cried at the airport as Sam waited to depart.  "You
better plan to come visit for the holidays.  I hope to have a place by
then.  You can help me shop."

"Gee, I don't know dude, won't it be cold?"

"Not in my bed."  The two hugged again and Thad watched as Sam filed down
the walkway and onto the plane.  A few minutes later, Sam squeezed his big
6'2" frame into the seat and watched SF disappear into the fog.  The flight
attendant had watched the thick muscular man navigate the aisle and try to
get comfortable in the narrow seat.

"The flight isn't full until we get to Chicago so you'll probably be able
to relax for the first part of the flight.  Anything I can get you?"

"Just coffee."  Sam smiled at the handsome young man whose own muscular
body was testing the seams of his uniform.  He watched the beefy butt and
fidgeted to keep his dick from cramping in his jeans.  The older
businessman at the window seat glanced at Sam's expansive chest in the
tight T-shirt.

"Heading for Chicago?"

"Um, no going back to Pittsburgh."

"Oh, too bad.  You'd enjoy Chicago."  He turned back to his paper before
Sam could respond.  Sam laughed to himself and flexed his chest.  He
wondered if the old guy had ever done IML.

The layover in Chicago was short and efficient. An hour and a half later he
was heading to baggage claim in the Pittsburgh airport.  The flight
attendant who had done such an excellent job was a few minutes behind him
as he watched for his bags.

"So are you here on business?"  The young man was practically drooling as
he now got to see Sam standing before him up close and personal.

"No, actually, I'm moving back."

"To Pittsburgh?  From San Francisco?  You gotta be kidding?"

"Well, no.  My family is here, my parents could use some help as they get
older and I got a great job offer.  I realize it ain't the center of the
gay universe but, well, I never connected with the love of my life in
California, so who knows, maybe I'll get lucky."

"You could get lucky in my hotel room."  The man watched as Sam's green
eyes clouded over.

"Sorry, gotta get to my apartment, get unpacked and start thinking about my
new life."

"You don't know what you're missing."

Sam thought about Thad's beautiful butt and sighed.  "Yeah, I do.  Sorry
buddy."  He loaded the last of his bags onto the cart and headed for car
rental.  The attendant didn't seem too worse for the rejection as he later
walked past with another daddy type carrying an overnight bag.

Sam steered the big Chrysler 300 into traffic and headed for the east side
of town.  He stood before his temporary apartment building and froze for a
minute.  It was a warm August evening. People were bustling all around in
the busy neighbourhood but Sam felt totally alone.  The apartment was
bright and roomy and the university had done a great job of arranging the
few furniture items he had had shipped back east.  Thad would be shipping
the rest of his belongings when he found a new place.  He glanced at his
watch.  Thad would be at work, he'd call later.

The university had left a folder of local auto dealers and real estate
listings.  How thoughtful.  He hadn't really needed to own a car in SF, but
he may need one depending on where he ended up in Pittsburgh.  A quick call
to his parents' got the answering machine.  He watched a jogger run down
the neighbourhood street and decided that was exactly what he needed to get
his mind off of feeling let down.  A few minutes later he was testing his
memory about Pittsburgh street layout as he maneuvered through traffic in
his runner's shorts and tank.  An hour later he stood shirtless, chest
heaving and sweaty in front of his building.  Sweat dripped from his hairy
chest as a young woman scurried past him into the lobby.  She didn't hold
the elevator.  Oh well, it was only one flight of stairs to his apartment.

A quick shower revived him.  He was glad he had remembered to pack at least
one towel that he wrapped low across his waist.  The large windows in his
kitchen looked into the adjoining building as he caught sight of two men
watching him from their kitchen.  They seemed to approve so he dropped the
towel.  He had nothing about which to be shy.  As his neighbours watched
his thick naked body, he realized his kitchen was also bare.  Time for a
quick shopping trip which unfortunately meant driving.  Oh well, maybe his
parents would be home.

Sam pulled on his snug jeans with a clean T, baseball cap and sandals.  As
he slid into the 300 he remembered how much he loved summer evenings,
opened the sunroof and lowered the windows.  He was almost to his parents
when his cell rang and his dad's booming voice greeted him.

"Sammy, how's it being back in the 'burgh?"

"So far so good dad.  I'm heading out to do some grocery shopping and to
pick up some other supplies.  What're you and mom doing for dinner?"

"Uh well, we have a night out with some folks at the symphony, sorry.  We
can try for tomorrow.  You can try calling your brother Dave but I think he
was heading to watch the football team practice at the high school.  Hey,
Sammy, good to have you home, gotta run.  We don't want to get stuck in
tunnel traffic on the way into town. Call ya in the morning."

"Dad?  Dad?"  Sam tossed the phone onto the seat.  "Great now what?  My
first night home and my family is busy. Shit."  He sped past the first exit
to the shopping area he knew near his folks and shook his head.  "Oh great,
wonder what shopping is like at the next exit?"  A few minutes later he
spied a ubiquitous Starbucks and made a quick left.  The girl behind the
counter stared at his big pecs as she explained there was a grocery store
and Target just a couple of minutes away.  He heard her ask one of the
other girls if they had seen his butt as he walked out.  Not bad for an old
man.

A quick trip to Target half filled the Chrysler's square trunk with new
home essentials.  The clerks seemed to also appreciate the beefy man.  The
grocery store was busy for a Friday evening.  There were a few guys milling
around who looked like they had just come from the gym in shorts and
t-shirts.  He realized how horny he was when he felt his dick stretching in
his jeans.  "Concentrate man, don't spring wood now."  Sam stood at the
fish counter of the large cavernous store, glanced down the endless aisles,
and sighed.

"Could I help you find something sir?"

Sam turned to face a young blond man in a store pullover and smiled.  The
young man was lean and muscular with the brightest blue eyes Sam had seen
in a long time. "Yes, well, um Joe is it?" Reading the man's nametag. "I
have an empty apartment and need to get a few things so I won't starve but
this is the first time I've ever been in here."

"Oh no problem sir." The woman behind the fish counter chirped up.  "Here's
a store map, help you find everything you need.  Hey Joe, you on manager
duty tonight?  We got a cooler acting up in the back, can you call in the
repair."

"Yeah, I am, will do."  He looked back at Sam looking at the map.  Sam
looked at the hard nips under the young guy's shirt and felt his dick
harden a bit more.  "Anything else I could help you find?"

"Uh no, no.  Coffee is the first thing I see nearby."

"Yes, sir, right down this aisle."  Joe moved past a few steps and Sam
gulped at the perfect butt.  "Don't hesitate to look for me if you need
anything.  I'll go call the cooler guys now Sarah.  Have a good evening
sir."

Eighty-five dollars later Sam sat in the car and adjusted his throbbing
dick.  He was horny as hell and the last thing he needed his a beefy blond
hunk with a fuckable butt making his dick go hard in a grocery store.  He
made a mental note to remember to shop this store again in the evening if
need be.  At least it would be good jack-off material.

He lugged his purchases up to his apartment in three trips, stripped down
to his underwear and began the sorting out process.  It was nearly 8:30
when he finally flopped into the familiar overstuffed armchair and began to
eat dinner.  He went over the real estate listings twice to be sure he was
seeing prices correctly.  Wow, this was way cheaper than San Francisco.
His brother's phone call brought him our of his real estate overload.

"Hey fuckface, how's it going being back home?"

"Fine Dave, how's the football team?"

"Dave Jr. is going to be a better payer than either of us guy.  And, our
cousin Dave is on the same time and also a really nutbreaker on the line.
Dave and Dave, quite a team.  You're gonna have to come to the games with
us."

"Yeah, I'd like that.  Hey what're you up to tomorrow?"

"Gotta take Dave over to his mother's.  This divorce thing really sucks.
But maybe we can do dinner Sunday with the folks.  You know how mom likes
to cook.  She'll fatten you up in no time.  I talked to them a little while
ago and they are expecting you to take them out to breakfast.  Hey, keep an
eye on dad.  He can't keep eating all the bad crap with his heart."

"Huh, OK, well, I guess I'll try to be over there by 8.  Forgot to buy
laundry detergent so I am going to run back to the store I was in tonight
to get some.  Catch ya later shit for brains."

Dave laughed.  "Yeah, I gotta get the kid something to eat.  See ya
Sunday. Oh, and Sam, I'm glad you're home."  Sam listened to the click and
stretched.  He had organized the real estate listings to drive by a few
tomorrow, but for now, he needed some sleep.  He caught the two guys next
door watching him in his underwear as he cleaned up his dinner dishes.  He
made a mental note to find a house where he could enjoy being nude.

Saturday morning he walked back into the grocery store and headed for the
corner where he remembered the detergent aisle to be.  He ended up in paper
products watching a beefy butt in some of the tightest jeans he had seen in
a while directing staff on stocking shelves.  This assistant manager was
older than the blond guy the night before and way beefier.  Sam stood out
of the way as one of the obvious store trainees almost ran over him with
the pallet cart.

"Oh, watch where you're going with that thing.  Sorry sir, they're just
learning."

"S'OK, my toes are intact."  The man looking back was a gay man's wet
dream, thick moustache, five o'clock shadow, broad shoulders, huge pecs and
thick arms.  Sam's dick started to move.  "Cool T-shirt sir."  Sam glanced
down at his own broad chest and the 'woof' embroidered on his left tit.
"Anything I can help you..........find?"

"Laundry detergent."  Sam's dick was definitely pushing eastward.

"Next aisle sir.  Hey guys, careful with the boxes.  'Scuse me sir, gotta
get these dudes in line."

Sam paid for the Tide and headed out to his car before his dick started to
leak.  As he walked toward the Chrysler, he heard someone calling after
him.  "Sir, you forgot something."  The assistant manager trotted across
the lot toward him.

"I did?"  Sam checked his back pocket for his wallet.  The man handed him a
card.  "What's this?"

"My number.  The name's Matt."  He shook Sam's hand with a tight grip and
held it a few seconds.  "I don't usually take chances like this but, I
don't generally see men like you in this store wearing a T like that."  Sam
watched the beefy butt saunter back to the door.

His parents will be wondering why he's late.