Date: Sat, 18 Dec 2010 18:50:20 -0800 (PST)
From: laeauthornow@sbcglobal.net
Subject: Welcome Home Lou

Welcome Home Lou

By: laeauthor

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Hey guys,

I know it?s been awhile since I submitted anything.  I apologize for the
delay.  I?ve been very busy but have some free time on my hands now.  If
you like this story or any of my other stories, please contact me at
laeauthornow@sbcglobal.net.  I?m single and looking for other educated guys
who like the way that I think.  Enjoy!

Other Stories:

Nifty Encounters: I can?t breathe

Nifty Encounters: Parking Lot Gloryhole


Welcome Home Lou:

The last time I saw Lou, he was just a kid getting ready to graduate high
school. He used to hang around my brother?s car lot, snagging smokes from
the adults and always ready to clean up a car for extra cash.  Back then,
Lou wasn?t much to look at.  He was of medium height and his dark hair,
eyes, and swarthy complexion spoke of his Middle-Eastern ethnicity.  He
wasn?t scrawny, but certainly no Adonis.  He was an eager kid who didn?t
speak a lot and always had a girl calling my brother?s car lot to speak to
him.  Like most teenage dudes, Lou had pussy on the brain.  We used to have
some good laughs at Lou and his girls who called incessantly.  Lou would
just smile and ask one of us for a smoke.

Lou graduated and followed myself and my brother in joining the Navy, maybe
a little hero-worship on his part. At 6?2? and 6?3?, the little bastard
must have looked up at us in more than a physical way.  Before he left for
boot camp, one of his girls came up pregnant and my brother and I got him
good and liquored up the night before the shotgun wedding.  Lou passed out
about halfway through the party and couldn?t get it up for the hooker that
we hired to blow him.  The next day, Lou made it to the wedding on wobbly
legs and took off for boot camp the next week.

I forgot about Lou.  He was just some kid that we used to look after in a
big brother kind of way.  He became a footnote in history, a scrappy kid
who left our small, Ohio town for parts unknown.  That is, until last
night.

It has been ten years and times have changed.  My brother now has a string
of car dealerships throughout the Midwest and I am a writer with some solid
credentials.  I?ve won some awards and my brother and I don?t get to hang
much together anymore ? life gets in the way when success steps in.

Being creative people, my brother and I try to support each other.  Though
a successful car dealer, my brother still plays in a band that plays out
once in awhile.  I try to get out to see them, when they do.  My brother is
my first, and constant, reader.  I never publish anything that he doesn?t
read first.  That?s what brothers do.

I came out to my brother a couple of years ago.  He was fine with it and
had suspected it all along.  Isn?t it funny that people tell you something
that they suspected about yourself, yet you thought you were hiding it so
well?  It took me some time to deal with it, but I couldn?t ask for greater
support.

So, back to last night.  The bar my brother?s band was playing in was one
of those places that tries hard to imitate clubs in bigger towns ? fake
palms trees, buckets of beer, and lots of wooden decking.  The name changes
every couple of years, but the same people belly up to spend their
hard-earned wages from one of the local factories.  It was Saturday night
and the place was crowded.  I hadn?t been there for a couple of name
changes, but I nodded to a few acquaintances as I ordered my first beer.
One of the advantages of living in a small town is that you can always get
a ride from someone that you know come closing time if you need it.

Beer in hand, I walked to the stage where my brother was setting up his
equipment.  I said hello to his band mates, I was never sure who it would
be each time I went out to see him play.  The musicians in our small town
changed bands like some people changed underwear.  It?s a very incestuous
scene.  Though I was never sure which combination of players would be
there, I was certain that I would know a couple of them.

?Hey bro,? my brother said, setting his bass on its stand.  My brother is a
very meticulous person in his real life.  But, his band life is
make-believe and he gets into the grunge thing.  I looked at his torn jeans
and ragged shirt, which made me smile.

?Hey,? I said, pointing at his outfit, ?You dressed up, I see.?

?Fuckin? ay!  Can you believe Barb (my sister in law) was going to make
rags out of this??  He asked, grinning.

?I would believe that she was going to have the maid make rags out of it,?
I replied, knowing that Barb relinquished much of her housekeeping duties
when the real money started piling up.  ?Let?s do a shot.?

We walked to the bar and ordered a couple of shots of Crown Royal.  While
we waited, he said hello to some chicks, the sort who always seemed to
gravitate to musicians.  It made me smile when he worked the crowd.  My
brother is a stand-up guy and playing outside of his marriage was about as
important as his wardrobe on band night.  The probability of him going home
with one of them was just about as probable as me doing the same.  Sorry
ladies.

Our shots arrived and we drank them like adults, sipping not chugging.  We
talked a little family stuff as we enjoyed the whiskey and the company.  He
caught me up on his two kids and I told him about the short story that he
had recently read.  It is going to be published next month and we toasted
to my success.

?Hey, did you see Lou??  He asked.

?Lou who??

?You know, Lot Lizard Lou, Pussy-crazy Lou, Navy Lou, used to work at the
car lot.?  He replied.  It didn?t dawn on me who he was talking about.  I
shrugged my shoulders and shook my head.  ?Well, he?s here.  You?ll know
him when you see him.?

With that, my brother finished his shot and turned towards the stage where
the band was being announced.  I saw his stage face appear as he set his
glass down on the bar.  ?Break a leg!?  I said, as he left to be a rockstar
for the night.  He flipped me off and winked as he walked to the stage,
shouldered his bass, and broke into a cover of War Pigs by Black Sabbath.
It had been a favorite tune when we were growing up. I stood at the bar and
nodded to the rhythm as the noise of the song took me back to a simpler
time.  Man, could that brother of mine wail on some shit!

I watched through the song and applauded while they transitioned into some
Nickel Back.  I could see that my brother was lost in bass heaven as he
closed his eyes and swayed with the rhythm.  I ordered another beer and
knew that he wouldn?t notice my absence; I guess that I?m old school and
some of the more modern shit is lost on me.  I decided to wander outside on
one of the decks and have a smoke.

Though it was December and cold, the deck was crowded.  It was Saturday
night and the best beer chaser is always a good smoke.  I lit up and
noticed that I could hear the music just fine without it ringing in my
ears. Groups of people were all around me, smoking and catching up with
each other, as I became an island of one.  I don?t really mind being alone
in a crowd.  Isn?t that what gay people do?

?Duuuuude!?  I heard someone shout, seconds before I was engulfed by black
leather that reached up to my chin.  The smell of earthy leather, tobacco,
and beer horned me up immediately as my greeter gripped me in a bearhug.  I
created a buttress with my legs to keep from toppling over the rail of the
deck at his effusive greeting, wondering which acquaintance could be this
fucked-up, this early.  Not wanting to let my greeter down, I hugged back,
wondering who it could be.  My tackler stood back long enough for me to
look down into his face and I was stymied.  I didn?t know this person.  My
lack of recognition must have been obvious.

He looked up at me with shining eyes, more than beer could produce.  He had
a buzz-cut and his smiling teeth were white-white.  Our hug made it obvious
that the fucker had some girth to him, solid and substantial.  This
motherfucker was hot and I was speechless.  I smiled down at him and ran
through my mental index trying to produce a name.

As I pondered who the fuck this hot stud was, the band broke into Walk on
the Wild Side by Lou Reed and it hit me.

?Fuckin? Lou, is that you??  I shouted.  ?You little fuck!?  I shouted,
grabbing him again and giving a hug for real. Lou responded in kind to my
greeting, squeezing me with gusto.  We swayed together for just a moment.
?Damn, when did you get back??  I murmured into his ear.

?Been back for a week,? he answered, pulling back just enough for me to
look into his chiseled face.  ?Heard your brother was playing tonight and
hoped I would see you.  How ya? been??

Lou and I caught up on shit.  He had been in the Navy for ten years now.
He was a Seabee and built bridges or some such crap.  He was on leave and
didn?t have to be back for 30 days.  He lit a smoke and told me that his
wife and he were having some hard times.  His two little girls and she had
moved back home and he had come home, hoping to reconcile.  I told him how
sorry I was and how I hoped that things would work out.

As we talked, I checked Lou out.  Gone, was the kid who used to mumble into
the phone to little girls who chased his cock.  Lou was a man now.  He was
cocky in a self-assured way.  There was no artifice, he was all man and
exuded confidence.  Though no taller than his previous 5?10? or so, his
shoulders were about twice as wide.  They tapered to a waist that my 40
year old self could only remember by looking at what should have been
discards still hanging in my closet.  His belt sheafed his shirt in such a
way as to accentuate his torso into home plate that guarded a bulge that
was mouth-watering. He cupped his smoke between his ring-finger and thumb
as we talked.

?Your brother told me that you came out.  That?s awesome.?  He said with a
mischievous grin, as I became completely silent and still.  Lou ran a
finger over an impossibly protruberent pectoral muscle as he grinned at me
and the band broke into Eric Clapton?s, The Way You Look Tonight.  The cold
seemed to invade my very being.  I felt a little betrayed.  Don?t get me
wrong, I wasn?t ashamed of myself.  But, perhaps my brother was a little
more comfortable with my gayness than I was.  I don?t write about my
cocksucking and he doesn?t ride his cars across my lawn.

Before I could say anything, a chick wearing silver, stretch pants sidled
up to Lou and planted a kiss on his cheek.

?Hey you sexy fucker, where ya? been??  She said as her tongue found his
puffy lips.  She was hot.  I don?t mean merely good looking. But, the kind
of hot that would have made me think twice if I wasn?t strictly dickly.

? Fuckin? Candace, is that you??  Lou said, pushing the bitch back.  ?The
last time I saw you was hangin? off the end of my cock behind the gym at
North High.?

?I know, can you believe it??  She answered, ?I?ve missed that, baby.  You
up for a rematch??

I felt as uncomfortable as an elephant at a weight-watchers meeting.  These
two had obviously spent a lot of intimate time together and I stood there,
smoking my cig and wishing I was anywhere else as they reminisced.

?You got anything planned tonight??  She asked, looking my way.

I felt Lou?s eyes on me as I looked down, embarrassed to be witness to such
an intimate moment.  I wouldn?t blame him for ditching my middle-aged self
to go off with such a hot number.  Gay guys always make allowances for
friends with an agenda.  That?s why we?re so popular.  We understand so
much.

?Not tonight, baby.  I?m here with a friend.?  Lou said, giving me a wink.
?Give me your number and maybe you can blow me like old times before I
leave.?

Faster than a fry cook can flip a three-egg omelette, old girl pulled out
her cell phone and entered Lou?s number, telling him that she would be
available anytime.  If I weren?t so turned on, I would have been appalled
at their sexual banter and flip attitude towards such an intimate
suggestion.  Lou fluffed her with a long, tongue-enhanced goodbye and
turned to me after he sent her on her way with an inappropriate pat on her
ass and giggles all around.

?So, you wannna? go back to your place and masturbate??  Lou said, grinning
at me after Candace left.

 Masturbate?  Who says, masturbate?  Jerk off, maybe.  Or flog the dog, but
maturbate?  Maybe in health class a billion years ago.  Maybe when talking
to your dad about the birds and the bees.  Masturbate?  The clenching of my
tongue came to an end as I reasserted my position as the hero.  I looked
Lou in the face and said, ?I don?t? masturbate anymore, I suck cock.?

?Awesome, my favorite,? He said, ?Lead on.?

As Lou followed me out of the bar, I was as nervous as a whore in church.
I?m glad that he followed because I couldn?t have made coherent speech if I
tried.  I didn?t say goodbye to my brother and made eye contact with no
one.  Lou was following and I didn?t want to fuck that up for anything.

I walked to my car and watched as Lou got into his own.

?I?ll follow you.? He said as he ducked into his jeep.  I started my
Cadillac and instantly forgot where I lived.  I didn?t live far from the
bar but I was so nervous about Lou?s studliness that I drove completely out
of my way to get home.  Lou didn?t seem to notice.

?Nice place,? Lou observed as he got out of his SUV. ?Can we smoke inside??
I assured him that I did.  I unlocked the door after fumbling with the keys
for a moment.  What the fuck was up with me?  Lou wasn?t the first hot stud
that had crossed the threshold.

?Come on in, make yourself at home.?  I said as I threw my keys on a side
table, ?You want a drink??

?Hell no, I?m making my own cock-tale right here.?  Lou said, cupping his
basket, ?Want some??

Now, I?m no fool.  I didn?t turn on a light, I didn?t check the dog, I
didn?t flinch.  I sank to my knees and buried my face into Lou?s crotch.

I could taste the smoke of a night out as I laved his bulge with my
hyper-sensitive tongue.  Lou had my attention as I looked up into his face
and ran my lips over his enmeshed cock.

?Fuck yeah, dude.?  Lou moaned, as he leaned back and enjoyed his
hero-worship.  ?You?re gonna get it tonight.?

The bulge in Lou?s jeans grew as I ran my tongue over his zipper and pulsed
my lips over his fat cock that was hidden by the denim.

?Fuck!  You?re hungry.  Let me sit down and get comfortable.?  Lou gasped.
He took a step back and sat on the couch.  ?Suck my dick.?  He said as he
sat down and pulled on his zipper.

Perhaps, I have sounded like somewhat of a prude or straight-laced.  I
assure you that when it comes to cock, I?m a hound.  Lou plopped his fat
cock on my lips and in a nano-second it was down my throat.

?Aaargh!?  He groaned as I engulfed all nine inches of his full, fat dick
into my throat.  I could feel his hips pump as if to probe deeper than was
already possible.  The spit factory in my mouth kicked into overdrive as I
came up and went back down on his pole.

?Hot fuckin? mouth!?  Lou exclaimed as I pulled back and dove down on his
fat cock.  Purple light went round my eyes as I choked and gagged on his
pulsing offering.  Lou?s dick grew bigger than I could believe as my tongue
trailed down every vein that his throbbing dick had to offer.  I grew spit
where spit never grew before as I sucked his cock.

He pistoned his hips and my eyes watched as the vee of his jeans got
smaller, then bigger as he pumped my throat.  I got lost in the stud?s
cock.  My mouth had never been juicier and my throat had never been more
open as he fucked my throat.

?Oh God, to never be anywhere else.?  I thought as Lou?s veiny cock
traversed my tongue.  I sucked Lou like his was the last cock on the face
of the Earth.  Every bump and slick spot caused my mouth to traverse it
with gusto.  I enveloped his cock in a storm of cocksucking, the likes that
have never been experienced before.

?Fuck Dude, I?m gonna shoot!?  Lou warned me as he put his hand on the back
of my head.  I redoubled my efforts to swallow him until all that would be
left was some leather coat that I could wear come New Years.  ?Fuck You!?
Lou shouted as I felt his fat cock throb in my throat.  My lips closed
harder as he throbbed, lost in the feeling of my velvet tunnel.

Ropes of cum drowned my throat in creamy ecstasy as Lou exclaimed, ?Ugh,
ugh, ugh!? over and over again.  I swirled his cum on my tongue, savoring
every spurt like it was the nectar of the Gods.  I could feel Lou?s cock
throb on my tongue as he delivered his load and his very breath pulsed in
his hard rod.  I was in cocksucker heaven.

As I nursed his dick for its last morsel, I could feel Lou digging for a
smoke.  He grinned down at me as I sucked the last drop from his cock.  He
put a smoke to his lips and sparked a lighter that made me blind for an
instant.  With the wide head of his dick on the threshold of my lips he
took a hit.

?Do you wanna? fuck??  He asked.