Date: Thu, 8 May 2014 18:23:07 -0500 From: DFW Male1 Subject: Spider Monkey © 2014 by Deke Wanderlust. All rights reserved. No portion of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means (either in whole or in part) without prior written permission from Deke Wanderlust. If you like this story, please direct your comments to Deke at dfwmale1@hotmail.com. Spider Monkey It was Monday afternoon. I had called in sick to work. Don't tell my boss, but I wasn't really sick... just sick of work. I was bored, so I decided to catch a movie at the Pantheon Theatre downtown. The Pantheon, as it's known locally, is a theatre that was built in the 1930s. Currently, it's smack dab in the middle of the "gayborhood". It's called The Pantheon because, well, I don't know why, to be quite honest. I just like to go there occasionally because they sometimes feature soft core gay-featured films. And sometimes, in addition to a good film, you can catch some good eye candy. I decided on some unknown flick, paid for my ticket, and walked into the theatre. I had about ten minutes to spare, so I went to the concession stand to buy some popcorn—a rare luxury for me. Behind the counter was a guy that I'd never seen before. In his early 40s with short brown hair (graying at the temples) and sparkling green eyes, he had a physique that was pretty killer for a man his age. He smiled at me with a huge smile that presented a row of perfectly white and straight teeth. "Will?" he asked. "Will Brewer?" "Yes... " My mind started reeling, wondering how this beautiful man knew my name. "It's Jim. Jim Sanderson. "Spider Monkey" from high school!" "Spider Monkey??" I asked incredulously. It finally registered with me. "Oh my God, man! I haven't seen you in 25 years!" Jim was two years behind me in high school. Back then he was a lanky kid who loved life and fun more than anyone else I'd ever met. We called him Spider Monkey because he had a unique ability to shimmy up to the top of the flagpole in the school courtyard. At the top he'd screech his victory call that sounded like ... well, like a spider monkey (or what we all imagined a spider monkey might sound like). "Damn, Spider Monkey. It's so good to see you! What are you doing here?" I motioned toward the popcorn machine. He laughed heartily (and deliciously, I might add). "I actually go by Jim now. In my real life I'm a software engineer. I moved down here to care for my aging parents a few years ago, got a good job, and then was laid off a few months ago." He added that he had tired of the politics of Corporate America and wanted to do something fun for a while. I could think of a few fun things that I could do with (and to) him. He had matured quite nicely. Once lanky and skinny, he had gained weight in all the right places. Of course, he had a bit of a soft belly like most men in their 40s, but his short sleeved theatre uniform strained against the tautness of his firm and muscular arms. His chest filled the shirt nicely so that his hard nipples poked through the fabric. The top two buttons of his shirt were unfastened, prominently displaying the top of a healthy mat of fine chest hair. No longer was he any resemblance to a spider monkey. I salivated. I paid for my popcorn and handed him my business card. "Give me a call sometime, will you? It would be great to catch up with you." My body tingled as his hand brushed against mine. My mind went into overdrive as I headed toward my movie. I turned to wave goodbye. Jim had a sly grin on his face. I wasn't sure, but I had a feeling that grin was a result of staring at my ass. "Hmmm," I thought. I found my seat in the theatre and sat down. Apparently, I consisted of the theatre's entire Monday afternoon clientele. The movie started. It was a coming of age story about two high school boys – best friends – that fell in love with each other. It was replete with myriad tasteful making-out scenes. About an hour into the movie, the boys onscreen began to disrobe because they wanted to gift each other with their virginity. It was at that moment that, surprisingly, Jim walked into the theatre and sat next to me. "My boss let me off early because we're so slow," he whispered in my ear. He put his hand on my thigh and squeezed it. His touch sent an electric pulse straight to my crotch. I stirred, trying to discreetly adjust my shorts to allow room for my growing cock. There was no need for discretion because he made no move to remove his hand. He looked over at me and winked. I shamelessly nestled into his warmness when he placed his arm around my shoulders. We held hands and cuddled through the duration of the movie. The movie ended and the credits were rolling. I hadn't noticed anything that happened in the movie since Jim sat next to me. I had been lost in my own world of lust and anticipation. Of course, the wet spot in my shorts betrayed me. He looked over at me while the theatre was still dark, took my face in his hands, and kissed me gently in the lips. "I can't believe my good fortune in finding you after all these years," he cooed. "I always had such a crush on you in high school, but never knew how you felt about me." Instantly, my mind flipped back mental pages to twenty five years ago. I had always admired Jim for his carefree attitude and fun-loving spirit. He was so outgoing that everyone loved him. He was the first one that anyone invited to a party, knowing that he would be the center of attention. I, on the other hand, was a bookworm and a geek. Skinny and socially awkward, I hardly ever got invited to parties. I remember observing Jim from afar, obsessed with his effervescence. I fantasied about him constantly, but I never approached him because I always assumed that he was too far out of reach to suggest even a friendship, much less anything else. And now he admits that HE had a crush on ME?? That was too much information to process. "Do you want to get out of here?" His question transported me back to the present. "Yes," I stammered. And then managed to say something stupidly incoherent about beer at my apartment ... and a yellow pillow ... or something... Fuck. Once a geek, always a geek, I suppose. He looked at me, puzzled at first, then grinned broadly. "Let's go!" We rushed to my car and could barely keep our hands off each other as I sped toward my apartment. I knew that twenty five years of lust was about to be unbottled. Once we got to my apartment, there was no time for beer or the yellow pillow, for that matter. We both stripped naked in about five seconds and were soon locked in a tight embrace, kissing lovingly and tenderly. His wet kisses seemed to melt all of my internal organs. His cock wasn't huge, but was rock hard and pressed against my own hardness. His chest hair pricked against the smooth skin of my own chest and our hands desperately explored the body of the other. I ran my fingers across the smallness of his back and then grabbed his ass, crushing our groins and the centers of our manhood closer together. I took his hand and led him into the bedroom. I lay on my back on the bed and he climbed on top of me. Every inch of my skin was alive and pulsating. I folded my legs across his ass. We held each other and kissed passionately. I took his tongue into my mouth and madly sucked its entirety. He eventually broke the kiss and moved to my earlobes first and then to my neck. He licked and sucked my neck and then travelled to my left nipple. My stiff nipple pointed eagerly. He flicked it with his tongue, bit the end gently, then took my entire tit into his mouth and sucked wildly. From there, he went to my belly that was smeared with precum from both of our cocks and licked me clean. Most guys that I'd been with didn't enjoy pleasuring another man. They were self-centered in their passion. Not Jim. It was obvious that his first priority was to please me. I fiercely wanted to please this man too. I threw him onto his back and took his cockhead between my lips. Precum was streaming from the tip. I love the salty-sweet taste of precum and Jim's was a long-anticipated delicacy. I took every drop and then throated the length of his thick six-inch shaft. "Oh, baby!" he groaned, throwing his head back. I had dreamed many times of being naked with Jim, but this exceeded all expectations. I took my time slurping on his rod until he grabbed my face. "I want this to last," he whispered. "I want to make love to you." With that I grabbed the lube and readied both of us. I poised myself for his entry. His cock stood straight up, aching for me. I placed him against my opening and began to press him into me. My juices sizzled against his hotness. Soon he was fully engorged inside of me. We both sighed simultaneously at the ecstasy of the moment. He was inside of me and we were finally one. He began to thrust his member into me. I clutched his chest to match his thrusts and leaned over to take him into a full mouth kiss. Time stood still as we groped each other. We looked into each other's eyes with lustful love. He took me to my side, then to my stomach, and then to my back again, all the while telling me how good it felt to be inside of me and how hot I was. My body responded to his comments and to his movements. My cock thickened as his rod pierced me from the angles of the different positions in which he was fucking me. My prostate bulged and I could feel the hot lava gathering at the base of my cock. "Jim... I'm gonna ... " "Sshhh..." he murmured. He pressed a finger to my lips while still pumping into me. "I know, lover. Me too." At that he clenched his eyes close and groaned... pretty much like the Spider Monkey call of victory that I remembered from long ago. I would have laughed, but I was experiencing feelings that were much more overwhelming. Jim came first. He jerked and spewed wave after wave of his jism into the recesses of my insides. He collapsed on top of me while I shot my own load. He lay on top of me until our breathing returned to normal and regained the strength to move again. He pulled his softening cock out of me and rolled to his side. He smiled broadly at me. "So good to see you again." I gently touched his face and wiped the sweat from his brow. "Good to see you again too, Spider Monkey." We laughed and fell asleep in each other's arms. After a long twenty five years, both of our fantasies had finally been fulfilled.