Date: Sat, 14 Aug 2010 04:33:40 -0600
From: brian <suddar40@telus.net>
Subject: Anthony

Disclaimer: This is a fictional Story dealing with gay men. It contains
material not suitable for anyone under the age of eighteen.

CHAPTER 1

I'm 66, single, gay and retired. I live in a box, a 250 square foot
bachelor apartment on a fixed income. Cheap, Yes. I have my Computer, my TV
and my phone. With less than $1500.00 dollars a month to live on, I am very
careful what I spend money on.

As I said I'm gay. I've known that since I was thirteen. I've even had two
lovers in my life. The first for a year, the second for almost 15 years.
The first committed suicide, when after coming out to his family and
friends they all almost to a person shunned him. I tried everything to
bring him home, but one night he simply stepped off the balcony of our 22
floor apartment.

My second lover and the one I could have lived with forever, was killed in
a car accident when his car was t-boned by a drunk driver. His death almost
completed mine. I totally lost it, almost to the point where I was able to
commit suicide. I was prevented by several firemen when I sat down on our
highest bridge to get drunk and then jump. They pulled me in and I spent
the better part of 6 months in mental hospital and several more months in
care. I got over both, but vowed never again. So now I live alone.

That is not to say I abstained from sex. Far from it. Up until my
retirement, I had many guys over, both young and old to plow my ass or for
them to let me plow theirs. Now I can't afford that kind of luxury.

My real basic recreation now is walking. Maybe it is also part of my death
wish. I don't live in the best place in town. Crime is almost a constant
problem. I like to walk at night, when its cool and quiet. Gives me time
for my thoughts to quiet too. I always carry fifty bucks in my wallet,
maybe that's part of my death wish too, I don't know. One very late Friday
I was walking home after my walk when I spotted what at first I thought was
a guy stalking me. I guess now I know he was pacing me as I walked. I
finally crossed into his path.

"Looking for company?" He asked.

In the light I knew he was a native and about 25, I thought. Not bad
looking and definitely well endowed from the bulge in the front of his
pants.

"Maybe."

"I have a place. What are you into?"

"Depends on what it is going to cost me."

"If you want to blow me, it's 50 bucks. If you want me to blow you or you
want to fuck me, it's 100. If you want to get fucked it's free."

Pretty cheap, I thought. Somehow I didn't think it was all true. I really
would like to suck this guy off. It had been a long time. So I figured
maybe I could pay him to suck him off and maybe then I could get him in my
ass.

"That's it?" I asked.

"What you see is what you get, providing you want to pay."

"Okay, I'll give you fifty bucks to suck you off."

"Cool. Lets go."

He abruptly turned and headed down the street. He turned right and headed
for Canal Park. I'd suck him off in the park with out question. Instead he
walked across the narrow park and into the light. Moving from the District
I lived in to his was like going from night to day instantly. HE continued
and finally walked up to a high-rise condo. Fuck, I thought no way could a
native guy this young own one of these. I figured now I was in over my
head, but somehow did not care. He used a key to get in and walked to a
bank of elevators. When we were in he used another key to get to the top
floor. Now I knew I was in for something, especially looking at the slight
smile on his face. We walked down a short hall and he opened a massive
door. I looked into the rectangle of blackness beyond. With my stomach in
my throat and my heart going almost a thousand miles an hour I stepped
inside. The very solid thunk of the door and click of the lock, made me
jump.

He said `Lights' and the blackness disappeared to reveal a short foyer with
steps leading down into a huge living room. The shock on my face must have
very visible, because when I looked at him his smile was almost ear to
ear. He slipped off his sneakers and headed across the foyer and down the
steps. I removed my shoes and followed, more slowly.

When I stood at the top of the three short steps I looked. On one wall, had
to be the biggest flat screen TV in the world. Below it was a glass
shelving unit covered with a variety of electronic components. To the
right, he walked into what I was sure a massive bar. The living room floor
was covered by huge area rugs with three huge leather couches surrounding a
gargantuan glass coffee table. Straight ahead were floor to ceiling glass
doors leading to the balcony I figured.

"Come in and relax." He said.

Relaxing was the last thing on my mind. Panicking, was closer to the
truth. I walked down the three steps, weather willingly or not, I was not
sure. He walked up to me and handed me a cold beer.  "Hi. I'm
Anthony. Welcome to my home."

"Br...Brian." I said.

"Welcome to my home Brian."

The look on my face made him burst out laughing.

"You don't believe me? Come and sit down and I will explain."

He guided me to one of the couches and sat down about three feet away.

"Brian, I am a full blooded Blackfoot. So was my father and mother. I am
what is called a treaty Indian. Beginning, sometime in the later 1800's,
the Government, with the help of the church decided that in order to fully
integrate the Indian into society he needed to be trained from a young
age. So they set up the Residential School System for all Native
children. My Mother and Father were part of that System."

I knew of the Residential School System. To me it was one of the blackest
parts of Canadian History, one that until recently was not even taught
about in school. Native children were forced by law to attend and live at
schools run by the Church. The sexual and physical abuse in the schools was
rampant. Forced to dress and speak as a white man, children were
systematically brain washed into being white. What to me was even more
astounding was that the last school didn't close until the mid 60's of the
twentieth Century. The Government was finally forced to acknowledge they
were wrong and also forced to compensate some of the victims of their very
tyranny. How do you compensate some one for a hundred years of abuse. I
didn't know I was feeling for them so much.

"Brian are you okay?"

I had to wipe my eyes and cough before I could answer.

"Sorry Anthony, you were saying?"

"Well my Father received a payout from the Government. My Mother received
the same amount. Two hundred and forty five thousand dollars. My Dad died
soon after he received his payout and I inherited it. I bought this place
to prove that an Indian can make good. My Mom is 97, soon I will get what's
left of her payout. I am their only relative alive. Also considering I
belong to one of the richest tribes in Canada, I receive almost a thousand
a month from the band."

"So you're a rich Indian, who likes to look for guys? I don't understand
you Anthony."

"No Brian, I'm a guy who loves the company of guys. Preferably older guys."

"So what's with your prices? You have more money now than I almost made in
my lifetime. But you still want white guys to pay to have sex with you. I
think you are still fighting that old war."

The change when I said that to Anthony was almost like night and day.

"So, you want to suck me off? Put your fifty on the table and get
undressed."

He stood up and peeled the t-shirt he had on off. Jesus not an once of fat
anywhere. He undid his jeans and peeled them down over very muscular legs,
revealing the best looking uncut cock I had see in many years. Very thick
with low hung balls below. I undressed. He led me down a short hall to his
bedroom and told me to lie down. He lied down next to me in a sixty nine
position.

"I'll suck you while you get me off."

Anthony laid down with his cock no more than inches from my mouth. I
watched as he slowly hardened, the heart shaped head of his cock slowly
emerged from his fore skin, even now a small bead of precumm, sliding from
the piss slit. I wanted to so much engulf that beautiful cock in my mouth
but, I would be no better than my own government paying someone off to
abuse them sexually. I sat up.

"I can't do this Anthony."

"WHAT!" He said.

I stood up and headed out to dress. Anthony followed and watched.

"Why Brian? Why? I want it. You want it."

"Anthony, I can't abuse you. It makes me feel like my government."

"What?"

"Anthony, your parents were abused by my Government. I can't now pay to
abuse their off spring. I'm sorry, I just can't."

I watched as multiple emotions washed over his face.

Whatever the last was, it became very quickly apparent he was pissed. He
reached forward and grabbed my t-shirt and ripped it off.

"You want to see abuse white man, I'll show you abuse."

He grabbed me and forced me down the hall to his bedroom and threw me on
the bed. Without any thought he kneeled and pushed my legs up. In one
massive thrust he drove his cock all the way inside my very tight hole. My
scream at his entry could probably been heard in the next county. His entry
may have hurt, but feeling that cock fill me was almost beyond my wildest
dreams. I could only sigh. God forgive me it felt so good, I never wanted
it to ever leave me. AS hard as he pounded, all I wanted was more and
more. Finally he stopped and collapsed over me. I felt his body
convulsing. He was crying.

God I loved his cock in me. I started to run my hands up and down over his
back. I could still feel his cock inside me, although he had gone soft. He
finally lifted his head and looked at my face. Tears were still on his
cheeks. I licked them off.

"Why Brian, why? I wanted to abuse you and you want more and more."

"Anthony, to me, that was not abuse. That was love. You can abuse me like
that as many times as you want. To me it will always be love."

"You are a very strange man Brian. What you call love, I call abuse, yet
you want more. I wanted you to suck me off while I sucked you off and you
could not do it. If I asked you to fuck me, would you do it?"

"If you want me to make love to you Anthony, I will."

"Can I then finish, making love to you?"

"Yes Anthony, for as long as you want."

"I would prefer, just to stay inside you. You are so hot Brian."

The rest of the night and much of the following day was spent with Anthony
either in my mouth or ass or vice-versa. It was, without a doubt, the best
time I had spent with another man since my last lover died.

Sitting nude on the couch necking,

"I think we need to order some food. I love the food from here, as he
gripped my cock, but I think something more is needed to sustain us for
another night."  Anthony got up and ordered a double order of Chinese
food. Then came back and sat down.

"Brian, I have fallen for you. I love you."

The last person who had said that to me was Kevin, just before he took off
on that trip that cost his life. I had said to myself, never again, yet now
I was falling for Anthony. The turmoil in my mine was almost too much. All
I could do was cry. In anger, pain, memories or for Anthony, I just did not
know.

Anthony took it as happiness.

When he tried to wrap his arms around me, I pushed him away.

"Anthony, I can't, I can't love you. All my past loves have died and I can
never bring myself to love another." He watched as tears streamed down my
face.

"Brian, can we be friends then?"

"Yeah, I guess, I just swore I would never love another ever again. I could
never handle the pain if I lost someone else I loved."

Anthony moved closer and wrapped his hands around me.

"If you want Brian, I will be your friend forever."

"Nothing is forever Anthony. But we can be real good friends and if you
want bed partners for as long as you want. I want no hold on you Anthony."

He was about to answer when the buzzer rang.

"Cool. Food." He let the delivery guy in.  When the door bell rang, he
opened the door.

"Put it on the coffee table. I'll get your money Lee."

It was then that it dawned on me I was sitting nude on one of the couches
my legs spread. Way too late to do anything I just sat still as Lee came to
the table and laid out the meal.

"Nice spread Lee." Anthony said as he walked up to him.

Anthony handed him the money.

"Want me to come back later?" Lee said.

"What do you think Brian? Want Lee to come back later?"

"Sure."

"Ten O'clock fine Lee?"

"Be here at ten Anthony." He turned and walked out.

Anthony started to dish up the food.

"Lee is a real nymphomaniac. He just loves a cock in his ass and or one in
his mouth at the same time. Now we can give him what he likes all night."

"How old is he?" I asked.

"I don't know, maybe 24 or 25. Don't matter to him. He likes older guys."

"Older? You can't be much older than him."

Anthony laughed out loud.

"Brian, I am almost thirty five. How old did you think I was?"

"Maybe 25 or 26."

"Thank you Brian. When you fuck me I feel that young again."

He leaned over and ran his tongue into my mouth and then over my tits.

"Whoops, better wait until we eat." His tongue on my tit started to get me
hard.

As we sat and ate, I could not help but look at him. His smooth face, pouty
lips, long nose and deep brown eyes that seemed to pull you right into his
soul. Damn it to hell, I was falling for this man. He seemed to sense my
distress. He set down his plate and moved around next to me.

"Brian, I know what you feel. I will take it real slow. I am sorry I said I
loved you, but what is in my heart I can not change. In time I hope you
will come to love me as I do you. For now my friend, I will be just your
very good friend."

What ever my mind was feeling was betrayed by my body. Having him so close
brought me very quickly to full erection. All my body wanted was him inside
me, while my mind fought a battle of internal wills. One part of my mind
rejected his love, while the other wanted it whole heartedly. I knew in
reality which part I wanted to win, but I had no words to say it.

"Fuck me Anthony, fuck me." I said almost in tears.

Anthony pushed me gently onto my back. He lifted my legs. As I felt his
slow entry I closed my eyes.

"God, you are so hot inside love." He said.

His words triggered a memory.  "Fuck me love, fuck me Kevin, fuck me fuck
me fuck me." This was heaven.

I had my love inside me. I never wanted it to end ever. Like an explosion
reality came to me. I had called Anthony Kevin. God how could I be so wrong
and yet Anthony continued like it was okay. I knew I wanted Anthony even as
one part of my mind screamed NO. The rest would not be denied. Yes I would
love Anthony and I would continue to love Anthony for as long as he loved
me.

"I love you Anthony." I finally whispered.

"I love you too Brian."

I pulled him down and smothered his face with kisses even as he continued
to plow my ass. This was the only place I ever wanted to be. Here coupled
with this man I loved so much. As his load filled me, my own cock spewed
juice over both our faces and chests.

As he licked my sperm off my face he also nuzzled my neck and bit on my
ears. Licking, sucking, tasting every part of me. I could have stayed right
there with him holding me and kissing me forever. He slowly sat up and
slipped out of me. He pulled me to a sitting position.

"Brian, I will never love another as I love you now."

"I will love you forever Anthony."

As he sat looking at me he reached over and picked a noodle from my
hair. The plate of Chinese I had been eating somehow got mixed up in our
love making.

"I think we need a shower." He laughed.

When I looked the rest of the diner was smeared on my stomach, cock and
balls. I burst out laughing.

He pulled me up and led to his bathroom. After a long hot shower we just
dried each other and went back to the living room. After cleaning up the
mess we just sat together and cuddled.

Lee, for all his five foot frame and maybe 100 pounds turned out to be a
fireball in bed. He never seemed to tire or a cock in every hole all the
time. I woke up alone and staggered into bathroom. Lee was sitting on the
toilet with Anthony's cock in his mouth. From the way he was swallowing I
figured he was drinking Anthony's piss. As Anthony stepped back.

"Come on Brian, I'll drink yours too." He pulled me forward and put my
semi-hard cock in his mouth.

Needing to really piss, I just let go. Anthony seeing Lee swallow my piss,
pulled Lee off the toilet and pushed him and me until I was against the
wall. He jacked his cock a couple of time and then in one thrust entered
Lee. Lee gagged momentarily as he was pushed onto my cock. Then Lee started
to suck without let up. That got me hard and Lee just continued. I could
not believe this guy, he wanted it all the time, non stop.

Very soon he took both our loads, one up his ass and the other down his
throat. As he stepped back from my cock, his own fired covering my legs and
thighs with his load. We all then climbed into the shower.

When Anthony offered to wash out Lee's ass, he said no.

"I like the feeling of both of you inside. I wash out later."

Lee used a tampon to hold all our sperm inside him and after dressing
thanked us both and left.

"I can't believe that guy. He could have gone on all day non stop."

"All we needed do was ask. His father owns the Chinese Food place I like
and Lee only works a couple of nights a week."

Anthony was making brunch. I sat at the kitchen table and watched. As he
set down a coffee, he leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"I want you to move in with me Brian." He said right out of the blue.

"I don't know Anthony, it's only been a couple of days."

"Brian, I love you. You said you love me. Simple, I want my love here
beside me now and forever."

"Well I got shit loads of stuff. I just don't know what to do with it."

"Brian, I use the third bedroom here for storage. I also have a large
storage compartment down where I keep my Motor Home."

"You have Motor Home too?"

"Yeah, I got it at a police auction. It was grabbed as proceeds from
crime. It had a 25,000 dollar reserve bid on it, so I bid that much. Didn't
think I would get it, but did. Haven't even taken it anywhere."

I knew I was going to move in with Anthony. I really did love him and never
wanted anyone else. After brunch we dressed and Anthony drove me to my
apartment. If he was shocked by it's size, he never said a word. I typed
out my notice and gave it to my landlord. Had to pay the next month, but
that was okay. Arranged to cancel my phone and power.

"Over the next two weeks Anthony helped me pack up. I was not going to save
any furniture except my computer desk and a couple of antiques I had. After
everything was moved I wanted, I called one of the charity places to pick
up everything else.

When everything was moved and Anthony and I were finally at his townhouse
for good.

"Welcome to our home Brian." He handed me a glass of wine.

After drinking the toast, we got to necking which led to almost tearing
each others clothes off. Three hours later we finally sat on one of the
couches to cool down. I could have just continued, but both our stomachs
were growling from lack of real food. Anthony ordered Chinese again.

As we sat sipping a very cold beer waiting for dinner to arrive.

"So Brian, did you have any plans set up or is all you do is sit in your
apartment?"

"Well I had planned on taking a bus to the coast to see a friend. He lives
alone out there and is really worse off than me. I try to get out to help
him at least once a year."

"Cool, we could do that. Take the Motor Home. Of course we will need to do
a little work on it."

"Well I could use my bus fare for fuel and food then."

"Cool we can look at it tomorrow and see what needs to done."

"Lee arrived with dinner and again agreed to come back later. That led to
another all night session of fucking and sucking. After Lee had left near
noon the next day, Anthony and I finally drove over to look at his Motor
Home.

Motor Home was really an understatement. What it was in reality was a
custom built bus. I had seen similar buses like this one at concerts. They
were used to move stars around. Outside was pretty dirty and the paint was
peeling in places. Inside, although musty smelling was immaculate. Two big
bedrooms with king sized beds. Huge sitting room with bar and galley
kitchen. Shower and tub connected to the two bedrooms. Outside Storage had
room for at least a boat. There was also a hitch on the back for towing.

It started first crank. Big diesel engine and automatic transmission.

"Well I guess it needs some paint work." Anthony said.

He switched on all the air conditioners to blow some of the mustiness
out. He checked to make sure the registration and insurance was still okay
and then pulled the bus up near the gate. I followed in his truck. He
locked it up and we headed home.

"I want to get a custom paint job done on it." Anthony said.

"What do you mean bud?"

"Well I'm a treaty Indian, so I can travel to the States without a
passport. Just need my treaty card. Do you have a passport Brian?"

"Yeah. It's still good for a few years yet."

"Well my brother died in Afghanistan a few years ago and my late cousin
died in Iraq with the US Marines. I kind of want to honor both. So I'm
going to paint the bus that way."

"Like a rolling memorial. That sounds real good Anthony. I'm very sorry for
your brother and cousin."

"Brian it was along time ago. Mostly forgotten."

Anthony, among his other talents was also a very good artist. He drew up
what exactly he wanted painted on the bus. I figured it would cost a
fortune for what he wanted, but couldn't sway him to keep it simpler.

"Brian, I bought this condo 6 years ago for 125,000 dollars. Do you have
any idea what it is worth now?"

"About half a mill, I'd guess."

"How does 1.1 million found. The suite right below me sold last month for
an even million dollars."

"So planning on selling?"

"Well before I fell in love with you, I was going to sell and buy a small
ranch. Maybe down close to Calgary or farther south."

"Anthony, where you go, I will go. It does not matter if it is a little log
cabin or a mansion on the hill. I will always be there love."

"Well I don't think 65,000 dollars for that paint job is too much."

"Anthony, to me is doesn't matter."

"I know love, I'm just trying to justify it in my mind. It's fucking a lot
of money."

"They are your memories love."

The next day we dropped off the Motor Home at the custom paint shop. Two
weeks they said.

Well, except for spending our nights enjoying each other and Lee on
occasion, we also shopped and got ready to leave. I got a hold of Jer and
told him I was coming out. He asked me to send him a few bucks and I wired
him 200.00. Anthony offered to add another two hundred, but I told him to
wait until we got there.

Two weeks to the day we picked up the Motor Home. God it was
beautiful. Along both sides were two huge Canadian and American Flags. The
front had red, white and blue strips leading back to the flags. After the
flags were a scene on one side of Canadian Troops walking up a long
slope. The other was of Marines heading for a US Marine Corp Memorial in
the far distance. The big flat rear door had crossed US and Canada
flags. It really was an eye stopper. Anthony loved it.

We drove to the big truck stop on Yellowhead and refueled and drained the
septic tank and filled our fresh water tanks. Another big bill. After
shopping, Anthony drove to a U-Haul place and rented a car carrier for the
back.

"You planning on pulling that big ford around with us?"

"No, I'll just use the old jeep."

"You mean that old jeep is yours too?"

"Brian love, that was the first vehicle I ever owned. Wouldn't part with it
for all the horses in Alberta."

Before leaving I made sure our wireless internet with TELUS was good in BC
and we headed out. Driving was almost as easy as driving a car, except we
needed a shit load more space to stop. We took it real easy until we both
got used to driving the big monster.  Although we could have driven
straight through nonstop to Vancouver, we were in no hurry. Stopping one
afternoon at a small town, Anthony saw a for sale sign on a piece of
property. He wrote the phone number down. Said he would call later to see
how much.

We took almost three days to get into Vancouver. We met Jer and then he
directed us to a big camp ground where we could park. Once we had a place
to park, Anthony shut down and came back to talk.

Looking at Jer, he really was in bad shape. Worse than I had ever seen
him. Long hair, that did not look like it had seen water for months. Big
bags under eyes and he was also very thin.

"Jesus Jer. You look like shit." I said.

"I'm pretty much at the end of my rope Brian. I lost my last job, my
roommate uses me as his personal fuck toy just so I can stay at his
place. I just wish I could just get away."

"Well you can come with us Jer. If Brian wants you along, I do to." Anthony
said.

"I don't know. I really don't want to be any trouble Brian. Fuck you have
helped so much in the past and I don't think I will ever be able to pay you
back. I mean I don't even have my drivers license."

"Still got your learners Jer?"

"Sure and passport too, but I have no way to take a test out here."

"Well you could use my Jeep. You know how to drive a standard?"

"Sure."

"Well lets get to that later. Jer why don't you go get your self a shower
and clean up."

"Do I really smell that bad?"

"Yes you do love."

Jer lifted his arm and took a whiff of himself.

"Yeah I guess your right."

He then just pulled off his t-shirt. As he undid his pants, Anthony went to
grab him a towel. Jer just pulled off his jeans and shorts. Damn I always
loved his body.

"Wow! Brian you sure know how to find good looking guys. Jer, you are hot
man."

"Thanks Anthony." Jer said as he took the towel and headed for the shower.

TBC
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