Date: Fri, 13 Oct 2006 08:28:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: PT Cruiser <ptdork@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sandwich Island -  12

This story is completely fictional. Any resemblance to real life situations
is clearly coincidental.

Warning: I will be submitting in sections by chapters. Not all chapters
will have graphic erotic content. This story does contain graphic language,
sex and situations throughout.

Chapter 12

I settled my self in the back car on the train to Penn Station. I liked the
back because less people would sit there, and I could relax, and hopefully
sleep through the 2-hour trip.

I never went into the city alone before, either Dad or Uncle Jack had
accompanied me. Dad protested about this trip, but after I convinced him
that he and Uncle Jack needed to try a test weekend living in the house
together, he agreed with me. It was most important for me because I needed
to test the gay scene for myself.

I knew I had deep feelings for coach Billings, but I still had no idea what
his sexuality was. Deep inside I wanted to see what the lifestyle was
about. I wanted to see if people would accept me into it. Who was I
fooling? I really wanted to have sex with another man.

Just before the train took off a man snuck into my compartment leaving just
the two of us in the compartment. It seemed a little weird to me because
usually the back compartment held more than two people.

He was an attractive older man who appeared a little older than Dad. His
hair was thinning on top, but he kept it longer, and combed it back on the
sides. His sides carried gray hair only, giving him a very distinguished
look. I kept staring at his good looks as he wrestled off his suit coat,
throwing it on the seat across from me, and then plopping himself down in
that seat. I was immediately furious that out of all the seats in the
compartment he had to grab one right on top of me. Then my eyes drifted
towards his crotch, and I didn't mind anymore. He either was not wearing
underwear, or he had on very lose boxers, because I could see the outline
of his cock and balls resting on the side of his leg through his satin
pants.

I immediately looked up seeing that he was looking back at me. I knew I was
busted staring where I wasn't supposed to be staring. I turned red with
embarrassment, but he just smiled, and folded his coat better as if nothing
happened.

We sat silent for a while, and my eyes kept looking at his distinguished
face, and then back at his crotch. I couldn't get enough of what I was
seeing between those two solid legs. Then he moved around in his seat
leaning back more giving me a better view of the package he had to offer. I
could feel my own cock starting to stir in my pants. I had many girls call
me a tease at school, but I never understood what they meant until now.

"So what's taking you to the city?" The man asked smiling.

His smile was dazzling, pulling me deeper into his soul. My mind imagined
him on top of me swooping down to kiss me as we lay on the floor of the
train.

"Um, sssorry," I stuttered.

"What's taking you into the city?"

I had to think of a lie quickly because the real reason was not something I
wanted to share with any stranger. "I umÉI'm going to see something on
Broadway."

"Oh really. What?"

I had no idea what was playing on Broadway. My palms became sweaty, as my
mind raced for another lie to spit out to the stranger. "I'm not sure, my
friend got tickets. It is supposed to be a surprise. What are you going
there for?"

The man looked up at me with eyes that were in disbelief.

"I live there. I live in the Village. I was in the Hamptons for a meeting
with a client."

"Oh really! What kind of client?"

"I am a publisher. My client is a writer."

"Really! I'm thinking of switching my major to English at school. I'm
hoping of becoming a writer maybe someday. What kind of books do you
publish?"

The man almost seemed bored with me as he stared back not amused.

"Not any books that Adam Wickler's son would read."

I felt like the train we were riding on just hit me at full speed.

"How do you know who I am?"

"Well I was at a benefit your dad threw. I remember you there with
him. You're a gymnast aren't you?"

"Yeah, kind of. I mean I don't get into it that much anymore. I just do it
more for fun now." I said trying to play down my involvement, not wanting
the man to know my whole life.

"Must be weird for a professional football player to have a son that is a
gymnast."

I was thrown back by the comment, and rage started filling up in me as I
spat back, "My mom was gymnast, and to tell you the truth, my dad loves the
sport!"

"Oh! I'm sorry." The man said backing down. "I didn't mean anything by
it. I didn't know that about your late mother. I did know she was a great
woman."

This man was raping me mentally. He knew more information about my loved
ones than I felt any stranger should know.

"How do you now all this about my family?"

"Sorry again. I don't want to sound like some lunatic here. I'm just a big
Jets fan. I was a big fan of your dad. I always thought he was a better
running back than that stupid Johnson guy they started. Every time they put
your dad in, the running game improved. Stupid coach had his head up his
ass. I never could figure out why your dad quit? He was just getting better
every game, and it was just a matter of time before he would have been the
starting running back."

"Really? I don't know too much about my dad's football career. God, I'm not
even sure why he quit? He doesn't talk too much about his football life."

The man resituated himself in his seat again. I had to look at his crotch
to see how it displayed again. The more he moved the better the outline
got. I looked back up, and knew I was busted again.

"So you're interested in becoming a writer, huh?"

"Well one of my profs thinks I am pretty good. I mean, I really like it so
I want to give it a try. So what kind of books do you publish that Adam
Wickler's son wouldn't read?"

The man looked at me with a very serious stare saying, "Gay books. Ever
read any?"

I blushed, and tried to say some words, but stumbled nothing out until I
finally said, "No."

"You're not really going to see anything on Broadway, are you?"

"No. Not really."

"You're going to the Village aren't you?"

"Well yeah, kind of, I think."

The man gave me his handsome smile and said. "That's ok, I won't tell
anyone."

I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

"So are you, you know what?" I couldn't even say the word.

"Yes. Does your dad know what you are doing?"

"No." I lied with confidence.

"You're really nervous about this, aren't you?"

"Yeah. Does it show that bad?"

"Yes." He said giving me that infectious smile again.

Then he repositioned himself again. Again I looked at his crotch and again
he caught me scoping him out. He leaned in closer to me saying, "Why don't
I help you on this one. We can both go to my place. I can change. Then we
can grab some dinner, and hit the gay nightlife together."

"Really. You would do that?"

"Sure! I am not a complete ogre. Besides, it would be fun hanging out with
Adam Wickler's son for a night."

"My name isÉ"

"Ah, ah, ah!" He interrupted. "Rule number one. Never tell someone your
name unless they give you theirs. Some people want their sex to be
anonymous. You tell them your name, and it's history."

He opened up a newspaper, and I watched him as he read it. The more I
looked at his attractive features the more he pulled me into his soul. I
was mesmerized by his facial actions, and the animation that his body
language let out. I knew already that if he was going to try and coax me
into sex that night, that I would be a more-than-willing slave.

**********

The train began to sow down waking me out of my sleep.

"C'mon son of Adam, we are at Penn station." The man called out to me. "You
had a pretty good nap there. You should be more than ready for a fun night
out."

I stretched every part of my body, and then like a zombie, I slowly got out
of my seat following him out of the train.

In no time we were out on the street with all the hustle of New York. The
city air and noise immediately awakened me. Cars were honking, and people
of all race and caliber walked along the crowded streets. I followed my
mystery man to the first light and asked, "Where are we going?"

"To 14th street. I like living right in the heart of it all. I worked hard
for this life, and now with the time I have left I am going to enjoy it."

In no time we were in front of a six-story apartment building with a
doorman situated in front.

"Hi Hank!" the man screeched out, and he threw the man some money.

As we walked into the entrance he turned to say, "If I throw him money, he
knows not to mention my name. He is a good guy that Hank. He takes real
good care of us."

We took the elevator up to the sixth floor. The man used a special key, and
the elevator opened a back door. The door opened to what appeared to be the
entrance of a warehouse.

"Welcome to my humble home," he said as we entered into his entryway. "It
isn't the Hamptons, but it is damn nice for the city."

We past the entryway, and walked into an enormous living and dining area.
On the other side of the living room was an open stairway that led to an
open loft. The space was completely open inside with pillars situated for
support throughout the apartment. The living, dining, kitchen and bar were
all one room with high ceilings. The loft spit the back of the place in
two, with the upper appearing to be a bed and bath setup, and the lower
containing an office and home theater area.

"You made this out of a warehouse didn't you?"

"You are very good."

"I think it is awesome what you did with the place."

"Thanks! Do you want something to drink?"

I thought about my training. I knew it wouldn't hurt to have a couple
drinks before next week.

"Well I am not quite 21 yet."

"I won't tell if you don't tell." He smiled back to me. I was starting to
melt every time I saw his smile.

"Do you have any wine? I'm not a very good drinker."

"Chablis ok?"

"Sure, sounds great!"

He swiftly moved behind the bar area, and brought two chilled wine glasses
out of a small cooler. He plopped them on the bar, and grabbed a bottle of
wine out of a different cooler designed to house wine properly. In no time
he had the bottle opened, and he was filling our glasses.

"Salut^Î son of Adam!" He shouted lifting his glass in the air.

I laughed, lifting my glass into the air to meet his. Our glasses clanged
in harmony, and we brought the chilled wine to our lips in unison. He set
the bottle down on the bar.

"Let me go shower, and then I will get dinner started, that's if you mind
just eating here? I'm a pretty damn good chef."

"No, that would be great."

"Good! While I am showering, if you run out of wine in your glass, just
help yourself. If the bottle runs out, there is more in the cooler."

"Thanks," I replied, and watched as he took a huge guzzle from his glass,
and rushed up the stairs to his loft bedroom.

I had an open view of everything he was doing in his bedroom. I watched
intently as he began stripping articles of clothing off his body one at a
time. He finally was down to his pants, and in one swoop he pulled them
down showing me his backside. He stumbled, and almost fell trying to get
his legs out. As he stood there with his back to me, I traced his body down
from his shoulders. He was a thin man compared to my dad or Uncle Jack, but
his muscles were defined. His butt cheeks were solid, and his legs were
muscular as if he was involved in some sport that used them. I wasn't sure
if it was the wine getting to me, or if I was more relaxed around him, but
I shouted out, "Nice ass!"

He laughed a bit, and walked into the shadows out of my site.

I filled my wine glass up again, walked around scanning the apartment. His
taste was obviously very good. His furniture and accessories matched the
style of the makeshift warehouse perfectly. I knew he had to be a bit
wealthy, the rent on the apartment had to be phenomenal.

"Hey!" Rang throughout the apartment.

I looked up, and there he stood with a towel around his waist. I was
immediately filled with disappointment, hoping he would be free enough to
walk around naked, but at the same time I was not ready to show the man my
birthday suit either.

He ran down the stairs, and towards the bar with the towel barely staying
on him. He repositioned the towel on himself again, and then, refilled his
glass and mine. Then he ripped the towel from his waste, and threw it up
towards his head drying his hair. I instantly looked towards his genitals
to get whatever peek I could. His balls were large and hung low. The
foreskin on his cock was stretched completely out even though he was not
hard. Trailing at the end was the fattest penis head I had ever seen. He
appeared to have shaved both his cock and balls, but left his pubic hair
long so it would lie over the top of his shaft.

"No fair peeking!" He said throwing the towel back over his waist.

I started laughing at his playful humor. It was so different than his
serious manner on the train.

"So come to the kitchen, and help me pick out our dinner."

"Sure."

We both grabbed our glasses of wine, and headed towards the
refrigerator. He opened the door, and peeked in slowly as if something
could jump out, and attack him.

"Looks like salmon or chicken. Which do you want?"

I ignored his question as I stared at the beads of water that enveloped the
little bit of hair on his back. Water ran down in streaks to where his
towel began on his waist. In a bold move a grabbed the towel from his
waist, and placed it on his back.

"You didn't dry your back very well." I seductively whispered. He stood up
straight, and I started wiping his back. I started at his shoulders slowly
moving to his lats, massaging as I moved the towel. I looked at his firm
butt cheeks. They were filled with hair that appeared to roll into his butt
crack and down his hairy legs. Finally I stopped the towel at his butt
cheeks, and kept rubbing them.

"Were not going to eat dinner, or go out, are we?" He asked.

"I don't think so."

He turned grabbing my head, and brought his lips down to mine. His lips
felt good on mine. Strong like a man's lips should feel. I slipped my
tongue between them, and entered it into his mouth. He followed my cue with
his, and it tasted of cinnamon. I grabbed him around the waist pulling him
close to my body. I could feel his dangling cock press against my lower
abdomen, and it was growing as we embraced. We both released our grasp in
desperation for air.

"Maybe we should take this up to the bedroom," he suggested.

I nodded, and followed him as he held me around my shoulders loosely. When
we got to the top of the stairs he turned, and we kissed me again. He
released, and whispered into my ear, "Has anyone ever told you that you
look just like your father when he was young?"

I looked in his eyes mesmerized how they pierced my soul.

"Yes. The only other man to ever really kiss me."

"He was a smart man."

We finished our journey to the bed, and as we sat on it I realized I was
lost in how to make love to a man. I started to take off my shirt, and he
stopped me.

"Let me undress you. Just lay back, and I will do all the work."

I sat back in the bed, still breathing heavily from our last kiss. He
unbuttoned the top button of my Levis, and slowly pulled the rest of my
shirt from under my pants, and brought it up over my shoulders, and my
head. He laid his hand flat on my chest, and slowly moved it down my
stomach bringing it under my pants and boxers, stopping it right in my
pubic bush. My cock was throbbing hard lying next to his hand.

"You have never done this before, have you?"

"No," I whispered out.

"Let me take your pants off, and we can start with me giving you a
massage. It will help you relax more."

He unbuttoned my pants, and slid his thumbs over the waistband leaving the
rest of his hands rubbing against my flesh. He slowly slid my pants down,
and I arched my back letting him slide them farther to my thighs. My cock
sprung out, and bobbed in the air free from the pressure it had endured.

"You have really muscular legs. Are you sure these pants will ever come
off?" He asked as he struggled getting my pants down any further.

I laughed, and situated myself helping him strip my pants totally off.

"Lay on your stomach, and I will be right back."

I turned my body around, and situated my cock so it would feel comfortable
being stiff.

"I am going to use some oil on you. It may feel cold at first, but it will
warm up as I rub it onto your body."

He began his massage at my lower neck. His hands felt warm and sensitive,
as they pushed and maneuvered into my muscles. The sliding sent shivers
down my spine, and I could feel tingling goose bumps form all over my body.

He started ranting on. "I have to admit that I had the biggest crush on
your dad. I was a sports reporter for the Times back when he played
football, so I got to go to their practices and games. They used to whip
off their jerseys and shoulder pads after practice, and I would see his
upper body, and man, I would just melt in my seat. Everyone made a big deal
about the Hollywood quarterback, but your dad out-looked him hands down
with his manly features. I was really struggling with being gay back
then. I just asked a girl to marry me actually. Anyway one game your dad
blocked three punts, and ran the last one back for the winning
touchdown. He was the star of the game, so I got to interview him
one-on-one in the locker room. He still had his football pants on, but when
I sat next to him with his shirtless sweaty body next to mine, I was
starting to get hard right there in my pants. Then he put his arm around me
when I was rattling off all my questions. I thought I was going to reach
out, and kiss him on the spot. I had to cross my legs to hide the bulge in
my pants! The funny thing about it was, he seemed to know exactly what he
was doing to me, and enjoyed it. That was the day I decided I was gay. I
knew from that point on that I could fall in love with a guy."

"So are we doing this with me because you are in love with my dad?"

"No, I fell out of lust over him years ago. I can't fall for anyone over
30, and once someone turns older, I lose all attraction for them. It is why
I will never be in a relationship forever."

"Well, the first guy I played around with, really was playing with my
dad. I guess I'm starting to get a complex here."

He slapped me on the butt, and told me to turn around.

I turned looking up to the ceiling as he knelt over me. He lowered his face
close to my ear, and whispered, "Son of Adam, I am doing this because I
like what I see in the son of Adam."

He brought his head down on my chest, and I could feel his tongue slash
away at my flesh soaking the little bit of hair I had grown there. My body
tingled more than during the massage, and my cock was aching for
attention. I wanted to pound it dry, but I also wanted to feel all the
sensations this experienced lover would give me.

His tongue worked its way down to my pubic hair, and his face pushed my
cock to the side as he lapped and lapped, soaking me. Then he placed his
tongue on my shaft, and moved it slowly up and down to my swollen head. My
cock couldn't take it any more as it bounced, throbbing in the air. Finally
in one gulp he swallowed it hole, and I lunged upward forced by the feeling
it sent through my body. I knew I wasn't going to be able to take much more
of his attack on my cock with out shooting my load, so I begged out, "Oh
please stop! I am going to come so fast if you keep teasing my body like
that."

He pulled off my cock, and breathed heavy on its head.

"I want you to come. I want you to come a thousand times tonight if that is
what your body will allow you. I want you to be in ecstasy for the few
hours we spend together, for those few hours may be all we ever spend in a
lifetime of time."

I just lay there breathing out of control, and thinking of how much poetry
this man must have written in his lifetime. I loved it, and he could speak
these words of wisdom to me all night, and I could never tire from hearing
them.

He lunged his mouth on to my cock again, sucking on it, moving up and down
on it, while rolling his tongue around its head. I couldn't take one more
thrust from his mouth. Finally I screamed at the top of my lungs as my cock
released juices into his mouth. He kept moving on it, as I jerked into
convulsions thrusting my hips high into the air, and shoving my cock deep
down his throat on every thrust. I could feel his tongue swirling around
with more of my juices as I shot more and more into his mouth. Finally I
collapsed grabbing for air. He continued swirling until most of my juice
had been swallowed into his throat.

I lay there with sweat running down my flesh everywhere. He slid up my
body, and put his lips on mine sticking his tongue in sharing the last bit
of my juice with me. I swallowed it, and it tasted better than cinnamon.

I could feel his hard cock lying against mine, and he began to thrust back
and forth, pushing his enlarged head hard into my flesh. My cock prayed for
a break, but the more he pushed the more it ached for more relief.

He grabbed something from the pillow behind me, and he rose up on his knees
straddling my legs. Swiftly he placed a condom on my cock head, and rolled
it down my shaft. He squirted oil on it and rubbed up and down my shaft
making my cock hard as a rock again. Then he moved forward, and in one
quick move he threw my whole cock up into his bowels letting out a yelp.

He sat on my cock for what seemed like an eternity. I looked down my
stomach at his beautiful hard cock swaying in the air. His low hanging
balls sat high in their sack almost inside him, and the rest of the sack
lay there like dead flesh on my stomach. I began moving my hand slowly up
and down his shaft and head, as I massaged his hanging sack between the
fingers of my other hand. He began to moan uncontrollably as he started
thrusting his ass up and down on my cock. The more I manhandled his tool,
the faster he rode up and down my cock. He started screaming and thrusting,
making me pound my hand harder on his cock. Then his cock shot its first
load all the way onto my face while his asshole squeezed hard on my cock. I
opened my mouth, and the next load shot right into it, with his next
squeeze taking me over the edge as my balls pushed a load of warmth into
the condom. He wailed uncontrollably letting out one more all over my
chest, as I dropped another load into the condom. Finally he collapsed on
top of me as I continued to shoot more loads into the condom. I could feel
the condom fill up, and my semen was oozing out the bottom on to my
balls. I took a deep breath, and found his lips. He held me in a tight
kiss, and then he released rolling over, and off my cock.

I coughed a couple times trying to gain my breath. I could feel his back
against my body as he breathed heavy and out of control. Finally I rolled
over in the opposite direction of him, and in no time darkness came over
me.

**********

I awoke looking at an unfamiliar wall straight in front of me. An arm lay
across me holding me tight into a body of hair and muscle. I remembered our
affair as if it were a dream that was only to happen once. I put my hand on
his, as I listened to his light snoring. I loved our time together, but
even though I felt feelings towards him, it wasn't love. It wasn't even
possible love, but it was warmth and satisfaction.

I slipped out of his grip, and took a long look at his helpless body lying
there. It was beautiful, and it was beautiful that he shared it with me, as
I did with him.

I looked around the dark the room, and found a small desk looming in the
shadows. I quietly moved towards it, and looked frantically for a pen and
paper. I found what I was searching for, and thought hard and long, as I
sat over the desk. Finally I scribbled this note to leave for the man whose
name I would not know:

Upon an immense train journey, of aimless hope and despair.  A beast arose
out from the fog, in hand a lance he bear.  In one strike he lashed out,
slaying a serpent's hold, upon the son of Adam's life, of confusion as it
was told.  Grab my mare young hopeless one, our journey I shall preserve.
A frightened boy, an assured man, as one they found the nerve.  To
embellish on journeys greater than any one train could ever unveil.  So I
leave you now as son of Adam, poised in life that is a tale.

I left the poem on his kitchen table, quietly cleaned up and dressed, and
left out the elevator. As I rode the elevator down it was all too clear to
me where my next journey was going to lead me. No matter how I did in my
competitions this summer, I had to go back to school in the fall. I had to
chase the man there that was in my dreams.

*********

When I got off the train the next Monday afternoon, Dad was there to greet
me with a big hug and kiss. He looked at me with a smile that told me all
went well with him and Jack. He looked like heaven had grabbed him by the
balls, and wouldn't let go. I was sure Jack did a few times also.

As we rode home I was silent to my experience. It was one of more awakening
than I could have imagined. And although I never really found out anything
about the gay lifestyle, I was tutored by the best about gay life.

"So what happened in the city? You're so quiet. I know, I'm your dad, and
you don't want to discuss it with me."

"No Dad, it's ok. I found one of your biggest fans, he told me things I
never knew about you, and then he taught me things I never knew."

Dad raised his serious eyebrow, and said "You know that is way too deep for
me Jett!"

"Dad! I learned that no matter what happens this summer, I need to go back
to school in the fall, and search for my dreams. That simple!"

We both sat silently in the car as I thought about the man in New York. I
was curious as to why my dad decided to quit football. Also I wondered why
he never talked about his football past. Finally my curiosity took over and
I asked, "Can I ask you a question Dad?"

"What son?"

"You don't have to answer this, but why don't you ever talk about when you
played football in college or the pros?"

"I don't know Jett, I guess it is just something I don't talk to much
about. It is the past as far as I am concerned."

"So why did you quit football?"

"That is a tough one! How can I answer this so you don't get the wrong
idea? I think in a way I was going through a lot of what you've gone
through the past two years. I loved your mom, and wanted to have a family
with her. At the same time, in football, I was surrounded by good-looking
men. It was a distraction from what I really planned for myself in life. I
set up a couple businesses, and they took off. So I decided to run away
from the distraction, and to make a go of a great life with your mom. I
think it all worked out for the best!"

"That's cool. Besides you ended up with the greatest thing in the
world. Me!"

Dad laughed, and put his hand on mine saying, "That's right Jett." Then in
a quick jerk Dad removed his hand shouting, "Oh! I almost forgot! This came
overnight for you!"

Dad handed me a UPS envelope. I looked back at him confused as to what it
could be.

"Well open it. I don't know what's inside of it?"

I ripped open the top of the envelope, and threw my hand inside grabbing
for the contents. I pulled a single piece of paper out with handwriting on
it. It said:

Jett, The poem was exceptional. It made me cry. I framed it, and put it in
an appropriate place, so when you get famous, I can say I knew you. Believe
me when I say you have a bright future as a writer. Thanks for a wonderful
evening from an old man who enjoyed every part of you that you offered. You
are a wonderful young man, and even though we will probably never meet
again, I am sure our minds will keep that one time in an eternity when we
did. Russell

"He knew my name and address all along." I whispered in the car.

"Who Jett? Who is that from?"

"Oh, just a good friend that I made recently."

As we drove through the streets of the Hamptons, I couldn't help but wonder
if my dad didn't put his hand into my weekend affair. I turned, and stared
at him with a big smile on my face.

"What?"

"Nothing Dad. Just nothing."

He smiled back putting his hand on my leg. I knew then that his love for me
was greater than what I deserved.