Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2011 15:28:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Damian <nvtahoeus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Everybody Loves Joe Hartman - Part 2

This is the continuation of a story about Peter and Joe, next door
neighbors in Iowa whose long-time friendship undergoes an unexpected turn
of events.  No minors were harmed in the writing of this story, but if you
are one please go find something else to do.  Please do not reproduce this
story in any form without the permission of the author.


-- Damian


PART 2

Had Joe just been joking when he suggested that I come over to his place at
4 the next day (I work from 6 a.m. to 3 p.m., and we usually get together
at 5)?  All night long and all day the next day at work I wrestled with
whether to call his bluff or not and just do it.  If I found him clothed, I
could just laugh it off and say, "I was just testing you."  But if I found
him naked...well, that was just too much for my virtually virgin mind to
contemplate.

By the time my work day had ended, I had swallowed my misgivings and
decided to just do it.  There might not be another opportunity to connect
with Joe like that, and I had to admit to myself that I'd secretly thought
at times about what it would be like for us to take our friendship to a
more intimate level.

I drove home after work, showered, and put on something comfortable, yet
provocative (or as provocative as my hopelessly limited wardrobe would
allow).  I shaved, brushed my teeth, and combed my hair.  Before I knew it,
it was 3:58 p.m.  I exited my back door and made the short trek across the
driveway to Joe's house -- my nerves raw and on edge.

My hands were shaking as I opened Joe's back door -- we always used back
doors to come and go -- and walked in and looked around.  He was not in the
kitchen where I usually found him.  Rusty greeted me with a hand lick -- he
was used to me coming in without knocking.

The only sound I heard were four solemn resonant chimes announcing the time
from Joe's grandfather clock in the living room.  It was downright eerie.

"Joe?"

No answer.  I could still back out and go home till 5.  But I didn't.  I
felt my pits sweating.  My heart thumped in my chest.  I proceeded slowly
through the house until I could hear water running.  Joe was in his
bathroom.  The door was open.

"Joe?  It's me -- Peter."

"In here, Peter.  Come on in."

Joe was where I was the day before -- standing at his sink shaving, wearing
only a towel.  I'd never seen Joe less than fully clothed.  He looked so
vulnerable to me this way.  My heart was still racing.

"Uh, hi, Joe.  Is this okay?  Should I come back later?"

"No, Peter.  Please stay.  I've been expecting you."

It wasn't his usual jaunty voice I was hearing -- he sounded serious, kind
of like Rod Serling on that old TV show of his, "The Twilight Zone."  In
the mirror we could see each other's face, and our eyes locked momentarily.
Tension permeated the room, along with the residue of the steam from the
shower he'd just finished.  Rusty lay down beside me by the open door, like
a self-appointed sentry.

"How are you, Joe?"

"I'm okay...just a little tensed up today, Peter.  My back is like a rock.
You mind helping me out?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Between my shoulder blades -- I need some knots worked out.  I get this
way sometimes.  Evie used to work them out when I'd get this way.  I don't
know who else to ask.  Please?"

"Sure, Joe."

I was actually going to touch his bare skin for the first time.  I'd wanted
to but had been scared to even think about it.  I stepped up behind him and
put my hands on his hairless upper back.  I started rubbing gently.  His
clean warm body felt so good to me.  I thought I heard a little moan coming
from him.  Did I?  I could see the front of him in the mirror.  His eyes
were closed, so I took the opportunity to examine his chest -- and lower.
His towel was puffed out a little, so I knew he was slightly hard.

"Oh, yes, Peter -- that feels so good.  Use your thumbs and dig in harder."

"Have you got some lotion, Joe?  I think that would help."

"I think so.  Evie used to use a special massage oil on my back.  There
might be some left.  Let me look under the sink."

When he bent over to look for the oil, Joe's towel came loose.  Making no
effort to grab it, he allowed it to fall to the floor, leaving him totally
nude.  Finally, I got to see what I guess I had really come to see.  Joe
had a remarkable body for his age.  I tried not to stare in the mirror but
keep my focus on his back.  My eyes dropped to his round buttocks.  I felt
myself going hard in my briefs.

"No need to cover up, I guess -- after what I saw yesterday -- is there,
Peter?  Now we're even."

I laughed nervously.  He didn't.

"You're pretty fit for an old guy, Joe."

"Easy on the `old,' Peter.  You won't feel old yet when you're my age."

I caught his grin in the mirror.

"I think I could rub your back harder, Joe, if you were lying down."

"Good idea, Peter.  Let's move to the bedroom."

I followed his enticing buns down the hall, still not having had a peek at
what he had in front.  Rusty followed.

"Why don't you get comfortable, too, Peter?" Joe said, lying face down on
his bed.

I watched Joe's nude form on the bed as I disrobed.  His head was turned
toward me.  I decided to keep my briefs on to conceal my hard-on, but I
think he could see the evidence of my excitement anyway.  Rusty looked on
curiously, never having seen me this way.

"I can get better leverage if I'm on top pushing down, Joe.  Do you mind if
I straddle you?"

"Go right ahead, Peter.  Do whatever works best.  I'm just so glad you're
willing to do this -- my back's been tight as a drum all day long."

I straddled Joe's thighs and leaned into his back with heavy pressure.  He
groaned with relief as I worked to loosen his tense back muscles.  I
followed his instructions as to where to apply pressure and eventually felt
him start to relax.  It seemed strange to be touching him like this, but I
was enjoying it.  And I could tell that he certainly was, too.

"I can't tell you how good this feels, Peter.  I'd forgotten how much I
enjoy being touched -- I've missed it so much since Evie's been gone.  Have
you ever done massage before?"

"Can't say that I have, Joe.  Do you want me to do your whole back?"

"Your hands feel like magic to me, Peter.  As long as you don't mind, I'm
open to wherever you want to put them."

Well...now...that sounded like an open invitation!  We hadn't yet really
crossed any lines.  Everything that had happened so far could be construed
as just one friend helping another.  But I was enjoying this too much to
quit now, and I had a strong hunch that Joe felt the same way.

Using more lotion, I massaged his entire back while still straddling his
thighs.  His skin felt like butter -- so soft, so smooth.  Joe just purred.
I stopped at his waist.

"All of me, Peter -- please!  This is heaven to be touched like this by
another...by someone again.  I've missed it so much.  Nothing's off limits.
I trust you completely."

Wow, I thought.  I got up and suggested to Joe that he open his legs so I
could squat between them to work on his lower body.  I was shocked to see
his penis pointing down between his open legs.  It was my first look at it
-- although I could see only the tip and part of his obviously hard shaft,
as well as part of his scrotum.  I wondered if he realized just how much
was showing.

Putting more oil on my hands, I started stroking his hips and the outside
of his thighs.  Gradually I worked my way inward, stroking the backs of his
thighs and then the insides.  I did this for quite a while.  I noticed that
he seemed to raise his buttocks slightly every so often.  Either he was
making room underneath for his growing erection, or he was inviting me to
apply direct contact to his ass.  Or maybe both.

I finally worked up the nerve to apply direct pressure to his ass,
squeezing his globes gently.  I never expected to even see them, much less
touch them -- but now I was, fully and completely.

"Yes!" I heard him mutter from his pillow, giving me reassurance that I was
on the right track to giving him the pleasure that he so obviously sought
from me.

I kept this up for some time before moving again to his legs and feet.
After I had worked on as much of his lower body as I could, I didn't want
to stop but didn't know if he wanted to turn over or not.  I certainly
wanted him to, but it seemed like a big step -- which could change the
nature of our friendship permanently to something beyond "just friends."
After all, we weren't kids anymore -- far from it!  But normal adult
decorum seemed to be slipping away by the minute.

"Do you want to turn over and let me do the rest of your body, Joe?" I
finally asked after working up the nerve.  I stood up beside him to give
him room to turn over.

"I already feel pretty exposed here, Peter," he said, sitting up on the
edge of the bed.  As my heart beat wildly, I couldn't help but notice his
lovely uncircumcised cock, which stood up proudly and solidly.  As I stood
there in front of him, I'm sure he noticed that my cut member was hard,
too, although still covered by my underwear.

"Perhaps you would do me the favor of baring yourself equally so that I'm
not the only one naked, Peter.  We are friends, after all, and I've already
seen what you have in there," he said pointing to my briefs and smiling.

I had to agree that he'd seen everything yesterday, but he hadn't yet seen
my dick in its erect state.  But he had a point -- it wasn't quite fair of
me to hold onto my briefs when he was fully nude.  I pulled them down and
stepped out of them and stood naked and rock hard in front of my dear
friend for the first time in our long friendship.  My erection throbbed to
my heartbeat as I stood there in nervous but unembarrassed anticipation of
what would happen next.

"You have a very nice body, Peter."

"So do you, Joe.  I never thought we'd be naked like this in front of each
other."

"I didn't either.  I've wanted...  Shall we continue with the massage now?"

I wasn't sure how to proceed.  Should I kneel between his legs or stand
next to him?  I opted for kneeling.  Joe was splayed below me with his eyes
closed, awaiting my touch.  I lubed up my hands again and went to work on
his chest and arms.  But "work" wasn't the word for it -- I was totally
into this now.  All I wanted was to make this man feel as good as I
possibly could.

After I was finished above his waist, I moved down.  Joe had a complete
hard-on, and I ached to touch it.  Would that be okay, I wondered?  I
rubbed his lower abdomen, occasionally coming into slight contact with his
wood but not directly handling it.

I then went down to work on the front of his thighs, keeping a close eye on
his genitals.  He was uncut, and the head of his cock peaked through his
foreskin, but not quite fully.  As I massaged his thighs, I brushed ever so
slightly against his scrotum with its two sizeable testicles.  Joe flinched
occasionally but never indicated in any way that I was being too forward.

Eventually I had covered his entire body except for his cock and balls.  I
deliberated as to what to do next.  Did he want me to continue?  He
silently gave me the answer by grabbing my right hand and placing it
directly on his erection.  Hello -- what more did I need to know?

"Oh, Peter, I need this so much, and you're the only one I can turn to.
Please?"

"Sure, Joe.  Happy to give you a hand," I said with a smile, as our eyes
met.

It had been a while since I'd touched another man like this, so I relished
the opportunity.  But this wasn't just any man -- this was my beloved
friend and neighbor who was showing his need -- a need I was only too happy
to try to meet.

Joe groaned his appreciation quite audibly.  Rusty stood up from his
position nearby on the floor to be sure that Joe was okay.  I assured him
that he was and told him to lie back down.  His master was doing just fine,
thank you very much.

"Peter, I've never...never had a man touch me there since...  It feels
amazing.  Is it okay?"

"It's more than okay, Joe.  Just lie back and let me make you feel good.
You deserve it.  Trust me."

"I do, Peter, I do -- completely.  Only you know how lonely it can be to go
to bed every night alone, especially when I had Evie for so long.  But
there was...always something missing.  I've dreamed of this happening so
many times...really needed a man's touch...I forgot how wonderful it could
be.  Please keep it up."

"Oh, it's about as `up' as it's going to get, I think, Joe.  You have a
beautiful cock.  You're a beautiful man, inside and out.  Just let it build
-- let me help you get off."

I applied some more massage oil directly on Joe's penis.  He nearly
levitated off the bed with the intense sensations that the oil and my
strong masculine right hand were causing.  I knew from experience --
although not recent experience, unfortunately -- how wonderful another
man's touch can feel.  From what Joe was saying, it sounded like he wasn't
totally unfamiliar with a man's touch himself, and that intrigued me very
much.  I hoped he would tell me more.

Joe threw his hands back above his head, totally surrendering himself to my
expert ministrations.  I was still kneeling between his legs as he raised
and lowered his knees as the tension built in his body.  Before long a red
blush appeared on his neck and upper chest, and his head moved from side to
side.  His balls snuggled up against his body, and his legs went stiff.  An
enormous orgasm was building inside him, and I was happy to be making it
happen for him.

"Oh, Peter, it feels so...oh, my dear God, I'm coming!"

Giant ropes of hot semen blasted out of him and pooled on his chest and
tummy.  I was impressed by this outpouring -- I hoped I could still have an
orgasm like that when I got to be Joe's age.  Hell, I'd like to have one
like that at my age!


Joe didn't say anything for a while.  His eyes were still closed, and his
heavy breathing slowed gradually as he savored the wonderful sensations
that he had just experienced.

"Peter, that was amazing," Joe finally said, regaining his composure and
voice.  "Thank you so much.  I don't know what came over me.  It's just
been so long since I came like that -- or at all, for that matter -- and I
guess I really needed it.  How can I ever thank you enough?"

"Maybe you could stroke my balls while I get myself off, if you don't
mind," I replied.

"It would be my pleasure, Peter.  I've never touched another adult man
there, but maybe it's time I found out what I've been missing all these
years.  Can I touch your penis first?"

I shook my head and smiled.  Joe reached out and touched my cock all over
as I got up on all fours over him.  He squeezed my shaft tenderly between
his thumb and his fingers until it was steely hard.  Pre-cum flowed out of
my cock liberally, and he spread it around on the head over my pee slit.
This was beyond amazing.

When he had moved his hands down to my balls, I squirted some massage oil
on my hand and proceeded to oil my very hard cock and stroke myself.  This
was so much better than masturbating by myself, which was nearly always the
only way I had come in recent years.  I worked myself into a frenzy as Joe
watched and gently stroked my man sac and its contents.  Soon my cum
mingled with his as I blasted away eagerly and energetically.  I felt like
a kid again, playing with another guy like this.

Spent, I rolled over on my back next to my friend and reveled in the
feelings going through me.  This was by far the best sexual encounter I
could ever remember -- partly because it was so unexpected and spontaneous.
I got up slowly and went to find something to clean us up with.

After I cleaned the cum off of Joe's front side, we took a shower together,
washing each other's body thoroughly.  As we toweled off afterward, we
helped each other dry our backs.

We got dressed and poured ourselves a drink.  Joe didn't seem to know what
to say, so he turned on the TV for me and went to fix us something to eat.
The rest of the evening went on as if the bedroom activities had never
taken place.

Over dinner I started to ponder what we were to each other now.  First, we
were friends.  Now, at least, we appear to be "friends with benefits."  I
had always loved Joe in a platonic way, but now...now?  We were naked
together for over an hour this afternoon, touching, stroking,
cumming...loving?  It was a sudden and expected change, and I wasn't sure
how to deal with it.

This was strange new territory for us.  Joe was straight, wasn't he?
Wasn't he?  He'd been married for 40 years to Evie.  Was he just lonely for
someone...anyone...to touch him?  Would it happen again?  If so, who would
initiate it?  I had to admit to myself that I, at least, wanted it to
happen again.  Did he?

So many questions, so few answers.


(To be continued.  Nifty authors like to hear from their readers.  Please
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my story!  Damian)