"Weekend" Copyright 1991 by Mathis B. Rogers This is a Gay Adult Short Story. It was written by me in 1990. If you are not 18/21 or over, then it is against the law for you to read this story. This is pure fiction, and none of the characters or places are real. Any resemblance of such is purely coincidental. Any comments or constructive criticism is welcome. Send them via email to Mathis B. Rogers The earthquake mentioned is the devastating earthquake that killed so many people in San Francisco in 1989 (I think it was 1989, might have been 1988.) WEEKEND I walked into the crowded bar and looked around and found an empty table in the corner and sat down facing the dance floor. I don't drink, so I don't know why I was there. It was a straight bar and I don't like the loud music they play. That's bars in general, not just straight ones. The only good thing about this particular bar was, they played country and western music. I guess I was there because I was bored and didn't have anything else to do, as usual on Saturday nights. A waitress came over and asked me what I wanted and I told her a Seven-Up, since they didn't have Dr. Pepper. Dr. Pepper isn't a mixer, so bars don't carry it, another reason I don't like going to bars. There were quite a few people dancing. I watched as I slowly drank my soda. I wished that I was in a gay bar so I could ask a few of the guys to dance. There were a lot of good looking guys there. Running my eyes across the crowd, they came to a rest on a table across the room. The best looking guy I'd ever seen sat at a table in the opposite corner. He had black hair and a mustache and he was wearing a black cowboy hat. He had on a flannel shirt that fit his muscular body perfectly. I couldn't see his lower body, but I was sure it was just as well built as the upper portion. As he took a swig of his beer, our eyes met. He lowered his bottle and smiled at me, then raised his bottle in a "cheers" solute. I raised mine also and we drank together. My whole body was tingling. Somehow, I managed to return his smile, then I looked away. I stole a glance back, a few minutes later and he was talking to the waitress. He motioned to me, then got up as she left. I couldn't help watching him as he made his way through the crowd to my table. He was huge! He was about six-three and weighed about two hundred-fifty pounds. I could tell it was all muscle. His broad shoulders tapered down to a nice hard stomach and narrow hips. The tight jeans he was wearing couldn't even begin to hide the bulge in his crotch. And, of course, since he was wearing a cowboy hat, he also had on a pair of boots and a western belt. When he reached the table, he pulled out the chair next to me. "Mind if I join you?" he asked. He had a nice deep voice. "No," I replied smiling up at him. He had the prettiest blue eyes I'd ever seen. I let my eyes run down his body and rest on his crotch as he sat down. "I'm David Bennett," he said, extending his hand across the edge of the table. "Scott Campbell," I replied smiling as I took his big warm hand in mine. His grip was strong and it felt good. I couldn't help imagining what it would feel like to have those strong arms around me. However, my smile fell as I noticed he was wearing a wedding ring on his left hand. "What's wrong?" he asked worriedly as I picked up my glass and took a sip of Seven-Up. I faked a smile and shook my head. How stupid of me to be upset. I wouldn't have been able to get anywhere with him anyway. "Nothing, I just thought of something," I said. Which wasn't a total lie. The waitress brought us fresh drinks. "My treat," David insisted as he pulled his wallet out of his hip pocket. "Thanks," I said, taking the cherry out of the new soda. "You don't drink?" he asked as he took a sip of his fresh beer, after the waitress had gone. "No. I don't like the taste of alcohol," I replied. "Or the smell," I added. He looked down at his beer with a guilty look on his face, then pushed it away. "Sorry," he said. "I don't mind if you drink," I replied. I really did, but since it was obvious I wouldn't be kissing him, it didn't matter. Of course, I wasn't going to tell him that. "You sure?" he asked. "Yeah," I replied. However, I did notice that the rest of the evening he drank Cokes instead of beer. "Let's go into the lounge," he said, leaning over closer to me and talking loudly into my ear so I could hear him. I could feel the warmth of his face next to mine. We got up and went into the connecting lounge and closed the door behind us, blocking out the sound of the loud music. "There," he said as we sat down at a table in the corner. "That's better, don't you think?" he asked. "Much," I agreed. We made small talk for a while, getting to know each other. I found out that he was raised on a ranch outside of town. His parents still lived there, but he had an apartment in town. He was twenty-eight, a year older than I was, and had gone to the local university to be a computer programmer and worked for a large firm in town. "I've never been on a horse," I informed him. Interested in everything about him. "Oh, really?" he asked, surprised. "Would you like to go riding sometime? I can teach you how." "Sure," I replied. I really liked him a lot, not just because he was gorgeous. Before we knew it the bar was closing and we had to leave. It didn't dawn on me until after we were walking out the door that he never even mentioned his wife. I didn't have any desire to bring her up. "How would you like to go get an early breakfast?" he asked as I followed him out to his pickup. It was interesting that I had parked next to him. Although I was getting tired, it was two a.m., I wasn't ready to give up his company. "Sure," I replied. "Why don't we go in mine?" he asked. "I'll bring you back for your car later." I frowned and shook my head. "I don't like the idea of leaving it here," I admitted. "I only live about couple of miles away, why don't you follow me home, then we'll go in yours?" "Okay," he agreed and climbed into his pickup, after I had given him my address, in case we got split up. "Now, where do you want to go?" he asked as I climbed into the pickup beside him. Although I wanted to tell him, upstairs to my apartment to bed, I said, "There's not much choice, at this hour." We went to an all night diner that was about three blocks from my apartment complex. Although I had a light breakfast, and he ate a lot more than I did, I was stuffed when I finished. "I think I ate too much," I admitted as we walked back out to his pickup. "You didn't eat very much," he commented. "I know, I'm not a big eater," I said as he unlocked the door for me. After he started the pickup, he pulled out of the parking lot. "Did you really mean it when you said you'd like for me to teach you how to ride?" he asked. "Sure," I replied. "I tell you what," he said, "my parents are gone for the weekend. How would you like to come out to the ranch and spend the night? Then we can get up and start in the morning." This was an opportunity I couldn't pass up. "Sounds like fun," I said. My entire body was tingling with excitement. We sat in silence for a while as he drove out to the ranch. I was so tired. I stretched and yawned, then, putting my elbow on the armrest, I rested my head on my hand. "You tired?" he asked. I looked over at him and smiled. "Yeah." "We'll be there in a little bit," he promised. "Hey, Scott?" he asked softly as he shook me awake. "We're here." I opened my eyes. I had lain my head back on the seat and gone to sleep. David was standing by me with the door open. I unbuckled my seat belt and tried to climb down out of the cab. I lost my balance and almost fell. If David wouldn't have caught me, I would have. "What was in those Seven-Ups you were drinking?" he teased lightly as he pulled me against his chest to keep me from falling. "Nothing. I'm still asleep," I replied. His body was so warm, I had the urge to snuggle up against him and stay that way. "Come on," he said, leading me toward the big two-story ranch house. "Let's get up to bed, then you can go back to sleep." I was almost awake by the time we reached the front porch and was able to stand up by myself. Although I didn't want to, I pulled away from him and he unlocked the front door. Then he let me go in first. He switched on the light in the living room, then led me through to the hallway and up the stairs to the bedrooms. "This is my old room," he said, opening a door for me. He switched on the light. There was a queen-sized bed on the inside wall and to the right of it was a door that went into a private bathroom. "The bathroom's over there," he said pointing to it. "Light switch is on the right. I'll go lock up and be right back." "Okay," I said and went into the bathroom. The room looked like it was still lived in. Shaving equipment was on the counter and fresh towels hung on the rack over the toilet. I used the toilet, then, finding some toothpaste in the medicine cabinet, used my index finger to brush my teeth. I returned to the bedroom as David re-entered the room. "All locked up," he said and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I walked over to the chair sitting by the window, across from the bed, and sat down and slowly took my tennis shoes off. I normally slept nude, but I didn't think it would be wise to risk that with David. I figured that we'd both wind up sleeping in our briefs. A few minutes later he opened the bathroom door and came out, turning the light off behind him. "I thought you'd be in bed by now," he said with a surprised look on his face. "No, I just sat down to take my shoes off and haven't had the energy to get back up," I replied. I took my socks off and put them inside my shoes, then pushed them underneath the chair. David took his shirt off and tossed it onto the dresser sitting by the bathroom door, across from the bed. He had a nice hairy chest and stomach. I took my shirt off and watched as he unbuttoned his pants and sat down on the edge of the bed and took off his boots and socks. Then he stood up and took his pants off. I couldn't help staring as he put them on the dresser with his shirt. The briefs he was wearing didn't leave much to the imagination. He took his briefs off and lay them on the dresser also. He was huge! His organ was about eight inches long and he was limp. I couldn't keep my eyes off of it, although I really did try. "If you don't hurry up and get undressed and get in bed, you're going to fall asleep in that chair," he teased, pulling the covers back on the bed. I know I turned bright red at that remark. I got up and took my clothes off. I figured if he was going to sleep nude, I could too. I was just lucky that I was able to keep my dick from getting rock hard. That would have been really embarrassing. He climbed into bed and pulled the sheet up over him and I walked around and climbed in beside him. I noticed that he glanced down at my dick as I lay down beside him, but he didn't say anything. He reached up and turned the light out. "Good night, Scott," he said softly. I could feel the heat from his body and I had to fight the urge to slide over and lay my head on his chest. I lay down on my left side facing him. "Good night," I said. "Oh, by the way," I added. "Yeah?" "'Member you said you'd teach me to ride in the morning?" "Yeah?" "Since it's already four-thirty, can we make that in the afternoon?" "Sure," he replied with a deep chuckle. "Thanks," I said. "I think it'll be after noon by the time I wake up." But it wasn't that long before I did wake up. I had my head laying on David's warm hairy chest and his right arm was around me with his hand on my shoulder. My right hand was on his hard stomach. It was still dark outside and I raised my head up and looked at the clock on the table by the bed. It was only six-thirty. I snuggled up against him and lay my head back down on his chest and went back to sleep. David rolled over onto his right side and pushed me onto my back and at the same time reached down and put his left hand on my ass and pulled me against him, kissing me on the neck as he did. I opened my eyes as he kissed me. I could see the clock for a moment as he rolled over on top of me, pressing his hard cock against my thigh. It was twelve-forty. He kissed his way up my neck to my cheek, then over to my lips. His mustache was thick, soft and warm. His tongue acted as a probe as it went into my mouth and he lay on top of me, kissing me. Gently at first, then his kisses became more intense. I wrapped my arms around his strong hard body and returned his kisses. My own dick throbbed and I pressed it against his leg as we kissed. He raised up after a few minutes and as our eyes met. He smiled at me. "Good morning, this afternoon," he said. "How did you sleep?" "Great," I replied and he lowered his head and kissed me again. Although he needed to shave, his beard wasn't as prickly as I figured it would be. Due to a skin problem I had, I had had electrolysis when I was in my teens, so I didn't have to shave. David rolled over onto his side and pulled me against him, as we kissed. He rubbed my ass again and I ran my left hand down his strong smooth back. I ran my right hand down his hairy chest. When I reached his stomach, he rolled over onto his back and pulled me against his side, the way I had slept. I ran my hand on downward and took a hold of his throbbing cock. It was almost too big for me to put my whole hand around. I pushed the sheet back and raised up to look at it. It was about twelve inches long and four inches around. I leaned down and kissed the head of it, I couldn't even get the head in my mouth. I licked the base down to his balls and sucked on them for a few minutes. David pushed his cock against my face, pushing down on my head with his warm hands. "Oh, babe, that feels good." After a few minutes of stroking and licking, I raised up and lay down beside him, pressing my body against him as I kissed him on the lips. "I wanted you to do that this morning when we got here," he confessed between kisses. "So did I," I replied. "I'm sorry my mouth isn't big enough to suck it," I said softly. "Yeah," he said with a sigh. "Most guys envy me, but they don't realize what a pain it can be to be this big. Do you think it'll fit up your ass," he asked rolling me over onto my back again. "If you have something I can use for lube," I replied, "I think it will. I've got some stuff at home that works real good." "Well," he said with a sigh, rubbing my stomach, "what do you suggest we use? Cause I really want it up your ass." I raised up and kissed him. "So do I," I replied. I told him hand lotion would work and he got up and ran down the hall to his parents bathroom and came back with his mother's Jergins. I lubricated my ass real good and put some on his dick, then he spread my legs and I help him guide it in. He had a worried look on his face as he penetrated me, he didn't want to hurt me. "Oh, David," I gasped and arched my back. He pulled my hips against him as he slowly pushed his big organ deeper into me. I began to slowly push my ass against him and he pulled me closer and began to pump. He was tall enough and his dick big enough that he was able to push himself all the way up inside of me, then lay down on top of me and kiss me on the lips. We made love for what seemed like hours, until we were finished. Then it didn't seem long enough. He pumped slow and easily, pulling all the way out to the head, then pushing all the way back in, he lay on top of me the whole time, kissing me on the lips, neck and ears. I'd been with guys before, but they had never been this gentle and loving. After he had come, he continued to lay on top of me and make love to me. I ran my hands down his back to his hips and squeezed his nice round ass. He slowly pulled out of me and raised up and ran his hands down my chest and stomach. Then he took my still hard organ in his hand and slowly began to pump it. Our eyes locked together as he drove me wild with his hand. He smiled at me as he bent down and kissed the head, then he swallowed it and started sucking it like a lollipop. That really drove me wild. I put my hands on his head and pushed my hips against him as he sucked. It didn't take long before I gasped that I was coming. He started sucking harder and I squirted my juice into his mouth. Then he smiled at me as he lay down on top of me again and started kissing me. After a few minutes he rolled over on his back, pulling me down on his chest again. I rubbed his chest, then his left hand and traced my finger over his ring. "Who's is this?" I asked softly. He drew a long breath, then let it out slowly before answering. "Don't worry, darling," he said softly. "I'm not cheating on anyone." He raised his arm over my head and took it off and lay it over on the night stand. I looked up at his tense face. "I wish you wouldn't have asked," he said. "But if we're going to be lovers, which I really hope we are, you deserve to know." "You don't have to tell me," I said as he put has arm around me again and rubbed my arm. "Yeah, I do," he replied with a sigh. "My wife's parents lived in San Francisco," he began slowly. "She decided that she wanted to go visit them. I had some work to do for Dad here, so I wasn't able to go with her. "It was about six months ago," he continued. "She went to the doctor while she was out there. Her mother went with her, then they stopped by to pick up her father from work on their way home. "I got the doctors report a few weeks later, she was pregnant," he said sadly. I looked up into his face as tears began to spill out of his deep blue eyes. "Where is she now?" I asked confusedly. He pulled me closer and held me tighter as the tears began to run down his cheeks. "That was the day they had the earthquake. All three of them died on the Cypress Freeway when it collapsed." A chill ran through my whole body. I stopped breathing as the shock of what he had said sunk in. He clung to me tightly as he continued to cry. I couldn't say anything. There was nothing to say. I lay there holding him. I kissed him on the cheek, then he pushed me away and sat up. "I need to go piss," he said and stood up and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I got up and opened the door after I had heard the toilet flush. He was standing in front of the sink with his hands on the counter, facing the mirror. I put my arms around him from behind and he turned around and held me, rubbing my back. He had stopped crying, but he was still blurry-eyed. "Sorry," he said kissing me on the top of the head. "I didn't mean to get all mushy." "Nonsense," I said, pressing my cheek against his warm hairy chest and rubbing his back. "You have every right." "Thanks, babe," he said. "Let's get in the shower and go get something to eat. I'm starved and Mom and Dad should be getting home pretty soon. We damned sure don't want them to catch us like this, do we?" "I guess not," I replied. "It's going to be hard enough explaining this to them, without them catching us together." We took a nice long hot shower together. I washed his back and he washed mine. Somehow we managed to only shower, but we did do a lot of holding and kissing. After we were dressed, I made the bed and we went down to the kitchen and we made breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast and sausage. "Have you ever been with a guy before?" I asked as I took a sip of milk. "No," he replied shaking his head. "I've never even thought about it till I saw you looking at me last night." He paused and chuckled. "You know, it's funny," he said. "I tried to pick up a girl a couple of times, that's why I was there last night, but every since the earthquake, I haven't been able to get it on with anyone. And boy have I had plenty of offers." "Then why did you pick me?" I asked. I was kind of afraid that he may decide that he wasn't gay, or bi, as the case may be, and that he wouldn't want to see me again after he took me back home. He looked thoughtfully at me as he slowly chewed the bite of sausage he had just taken. He looked down at his plate, then back up at me and sighed. "I don't know," he replied, uncomfortably, "I just don't know." I forced a smile and leaned across the table and kissed him on the lips. "Well, I'm glad you did," I said leaning back. He smiled and nodded. "So am I," he said happily. He pushed his chair back and stood up, picking up his empty plate. "We'd better get these dishes cleaned up and teach you how to ride, or I'm going to take you back to bed," he said to my relief. "I wouldn't mind that," I said putting my own dishes in the sink as he put his arm around me. He kissed me on the lips, then pulled back and smiled into my eyes. "I wouldn't either, but like I said earlier, my folks should be back pretty soon." Sure enough, we had just finished the dishes and were heading out the back door toward the barn when a light-blue station wagon pulled into the drive way and stopped in front of the garage, which was at the side of the house. "Good thing I didn't let you drag me back to bed," he whispered softly as he led me toward the car. The couple were in their late-forties and I could see where David got his good looks. His father was about an inch taller than he was, but wasn't quite as muscular or heavy and had blue eyes. His mother was about an three inches taller than my five-seven. She also had light brown hair and green eyes. They were both wearing a pair of boots and jeans. After introductions were made David excused us and led me down to the barn. David taught me how to ride then we went spent the remainder of the day out in the pasture riding around. After a few hours, my rear end got sore and we headed back to the barn. Mr. Bennett was feeding the horses when we came in, but left as we started unsaddling the horses. We spent the rest of the evening with his parents. After dinner we got into his pickup and headed back to my place. We spent the night at my apartment, then after we got off work the next day, he made arrangements to move in with me. We have been together for about six months now and although his parents don't like the idea of him being gay, they are glad that he is happy now.