Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2013 11:43:14 -0800 (PST)
From: jbalancier9@yahoo.com
Subject: The Camera

"The Camera"

By – Justin Balancier - Please email me with comments

Jbalancier9@yahoo.com

This story is not the typical "run of the mill" sexual fantasy that gays
are in the habit of reading.  Although I have written my share of lust and
erotic porn stories. This is not one of them. It is gay loving and
tender...

I wasn't much older than fifteen when I lost my virginity to a girl who
gave me a blow job that lasted all of three minutes. Hell – I didn't
even know what virginity was. All I knew was girls were fun pal around and
hang out with and men were sexy to look at. I never cared much for boys my
own age because they would be the first to tease you in gym class every
time you dropped a damn ball. I hated that gym class but once outside it
was the best of times.

Older men had a greater appreciation of me so I took that as a compliment
and acceptance. Little did I know – they just wanted to get in my pants
and use my young body to pleasure themselves. It was really the bulge in my
crotch that they appreciated.

By the time I reached adulthood – I was pretty adapt at hooking up with
men. I went from pulling my pants down to pushing my head down; but all
that was about to change

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"How much is this digital camera, I asked the clerk at Sibley's Camera
Shop.

"Oh that's a dandy camera, sleek, light weight, easy to operate and takes
great pictures." Top of the line" -The clerk replied.

"How much?" – I repeated

"Well – it's a darling tad on the expensive side"

"Did you say – darling tad" – I asked

"Well I mean a touch `pricy' replied Luke Sibley who also happened to be
the store owner."

"A-huh" – I answered

I liked Mr. Sibley. He always dressed very nicely with a pressed white
shirt and tie which he wore to work every day.  I thought he must be
awfully smart because he talked funny much of the time and was strangely
dramatic. He used some whimsical fancy expressions when he spoke which I
found odd hearing a straight man talking that way.

Not everybody shared the same opinion that I had of Mr. Sibley. Some
people, but mostly the men, would comment on how Sibley was probably a fag.
He was not married and lived with his mother. I thought that was kind of
sweet and besides he wasn't old. He was not much older than me. I was
nearing forty at the time and he was well into his forties – maybe
fifty. I didn't know and it didn't matter.

Luke Sibley was rather plain and not especially good looking but he had a
trim body and was sexy from the neck down. This is my opinion and I believe
I know a sexy guy when I see one. Trust me on that.

I liked him probably because he would fix his gaze on me and politely
stare. That type of thing doesn't happen much anymore. It did make my dick
begin to swell. It seemed to do that whenever I was around Luke Sibley.

"The camera is $1249.00" – quoted Mr. Sibley –"It's been reduced from
$1400.

"Wow that's a tad out of my range – Guess I'll have to think on the
idea." - I said stressing the word `tad'. – But got no reaction.

"No problem" – replied Mr. Sibley – "Look around and maybe you will
see something else that will bubble burst your fancy"

"Did you just say –"bubble burst my fancy"??...Oh never mind – I told
him.

I was conservative when it came to spending money. I was raised in a
relatively poor to modest household and money was spent mainly on things
that were needed for the family. Times were different now and I was
independent and in good shape financially. I managed to stash away much of
my earnings being comfortably employed as a waiter in the town's only
western frontier restaurant.

Let me tell you about the restaurant.  I worked at "The Dry Gulch Saloon",
which I thought was a dreadful name for a restaurant. It sounded like a
rowdy beer joint off the street of Matt Dillon's Dodge City.  Nothing could
be farther from the truth.

Dry Gulch, had an incredible chef and the restaurant served excellent
western American cuisine. It attracted folks from miles around who would
come here just for the steaks, barbecue ribs and salad bar. The restaurant
had a massive lunch menu which included the biggest mouth-watering burgers
in the state and served humungous family style dinners in the evening.

There were seven people between two shifts who waited tables in the
afternoon and evening. Waiting tables were four mature attractive ladies
who dressed like buckboard ranch women, wore bonnets and looked like
characters out of "Little House on the Prairie".

The men wore jeans, western shirts, cowboy hats and kerchiefs around their
neck. Boots were optional but I liked them, so I wore them every evening –
Yes – I was one of those guys.

My name is Alex Wendell and I worked the evening dinner hour most of the
time.  I was not one of the kids. I was forty two years old and attracted
older ladies to my tables.

I settled a couple of years back here in Timber Nevada, which is located on
the northeast side of Lake Tahoe. At the time, I had a boyfriend that I
brought along with me from California. Things didn't work out so well
living in a small Nevada town so Mr. "special nobody" returned to
California and I stayed in Timber quite comfortably by myself. I had a nice
apartment, a great job and a few friends – good friends. Occasionally I
would wander across the border to CA but always found my way back to Timber
where I felt the most at home.

There were not many gay sexual contacts around compared to the coast but it
was adequate for me.  I preferred older men anyway and was most pleased if
they were married. I knew married men only wanted one thing from me. Since
I only wanted one thing from them – everything seemed perfect. - Yeah,
it was okay.

The days drifted by rather slowly as they often do. Sometimes I took walks
and snapped interesting objects with my old digital camera.  Photography
was becoming a hobby with me and I would look for interesting things to
shoot. Sometimes it would be something as simple as a rock or a lizard.

This particular day - I walked to the town park and watched the people
going about their everyday routines. Girls were playing tennis on the
enclosed tennis courts. Mothers were pushing babies in a stroller and guys
of all ages were riding bicycles. I sat on a park bench and snapped away at
people without zeroing in on anything special. It was amazing the candid
photos that I came up with. They were nameless faces going about their
everyday business of which I knew nothing about.

"Did you get any interesting shots" – a voice said to me. "- Well –
push over and let an old dude sit down" – He said

I slid over and Luke Sibley took the seat next to me.

"Hey – Mr. Sibley" – I said

"Oh please – it's Luke, please call me Luke" – he Said "Okay Luke –
my name is...

"It's Alex – I remember your name from coming into the store" – He
told me.

"How's business?" – I asked him trying to make proper conversation.

"It's pretty steady and I am thankful for that. Say - Do you remember the
Cannon XXL digital camera that you were interested in?" – He asked

"Don't tell me...I know – It's been sold" – I blurted out

"Don't be so fast my good man. I had only one of them so I set it aside and
it is not on display for just any customers to purchase" – He told me.
"I'll hang on to it for a while" – He added.

"Well please don't save it for me when you can sell it. I'm not sure if I
really can afford it or not" – I told him.

"Oh, that is okay – but you do like it. - I can tell by the way you held
it, looked at it and read the tag over and over" BUT I am not trying to
make a sale or convince you of anything. I'm just trying to be
nice. –besides it makes for good conversation. - Luke told me.

"You are nice Luke – very nice and I don't need convincing". – I told
him.

"Really!! – are you serious Alex?" – He quizzed me

"Certainly" – I answered.

A small smile came over Luke's face and he moved his head slightly and ran
his fingers through his hair. Luke at forty seven had a full head of sandy
brown hair with a hint of silver running through the sides. I had never
looked at him this way before. I wasn't quite sure but I thought that Luke
Sibley was approachable. He was certainly appealing.

Luke glanced at his watch and stood up to leave.  I have to get back to
work. My mother is watching the store so I could take a brief lunch break.

"Here" – I said and handed him a scrap of paper with my email address on
it. I knew he had email from his business card that I picked up in his
store; but wasn't sure about text messages – so I stayed with email

"Send me a quick note if you are a mind to" – I said to him – "we can
talk some more."

"Yeah – oh yeah...I will do that" Luke said as he walked away.

That evening at work I thought about Luke.  Nothing serious, mind you –
just casual thoughts.  I imagined how nice he would look in jeans and a
tight body shirt. There were no `cutesy' phrases today in his
conversation. (Except for when he said – "My good man") which sounded
British and that's fine.

He was surely my type although I realized that it was an acquaintance going
nowhere. – I was becoming blown over thinking about it.

Part 2 – The "hook up" to follow.
Jbalancier9@yahoo.com