Date: Sun, 09 Mar 2003 17:22:11 +0000
From: wadewrightaz@yahoo.com
Subject: Gaining a Saturday Friend

Totally, fictitious, story.  Any name similarity to any living individual
is totally coincidental.


			 Gaining a Saturday Friend

			      By Wade Wright

	Driving around town on a Saturday morning, through the parks, down
the kind of back allies, --of the somewhat sleazier parts of town, and
checking out the guys at every bus stop that Steve happened to drive past,
was simply his 'inner proof', that he really needed to find himself,
either, #1- a life-partner, or #2- at least some guy that he could depend
on having a good sex session with, at least once in awhile.
	Friday night had not exactly been one Steve's most successful times
in finding some good, hot, active sex action.  And his Saturday morning
search for, that missing action, was not turning out to be a very good
recovery program.
	Poor Steve, ---he just happens to be one of those really good
looking, handsome, built like a brick shit house, 28 year old, muscular
athletic guys that everybody is just so damn sure that he is so over loaded
with other guys, that they always say,--"Well, he sure wouldn't be
interested in me!  He's probably go so many guys after him, he sure isn't
going to pay any attention to me."  Then Steve goes home alone.  Being too
"pretty" is not a good payoff once in a while.  Game score for scoring:
Ugly guys= 95%, Pretty Boy= 5%
	Friday night had turned out to be one of those, 'go home alone,
jerk off in bed, go to sleep, and wake up Saturday morning still horny as
hell', occasions!
	After fixing some breakfast and reading the Saturday morning
newspaper, Steve simply could not get his mind off of the fact that he
really wanted, and really needed some sex.
	A Saturday morning, 10AM drive around town looking for a guy to
play with certainly was not Steve's idea of how to live his life, but that
is actually what was happening.  He had been through all of the "more
probable" areas of town, places where he thought perhaps other very horny
guys just might be hanging out at, but it looked like today, he was the
only gay guy in town that had gone, 'without' the night before.
	After driving around for about an hour or a little longer, and
having no hint of any possible success, Steve was just about ready to give
it up and just have to live with the idea of being good and horny until he
could either give himself enough exciting sex, or finally find some guy
with a big and willing dick to take care of him.
	The unexpected sight of Mary's Breakfast Cafe made up his mind for
him immediately.  He did not realize exactly where he was, and this cafe
was a very welcome sight.  He had eaten in here a year or two before, and
remembered the food was really outstanding.
	"Hell, no sex!  I might as well have good food!"  He told himself.
	Mary's Breakfast Cafe did serve food all day, but because of its
outstanding reputation for its breakfast meals, the name had been changed a
few years ago to include the word 'Breakfast'.  The cafe was a small stand
alone building, with cute little flower boxes hanging from the windows.
The building really kind of made you feel like you were in somebody's
house.
	Steve parked his car, and after entering and looking around for an
empty space, he found himself a seat at the counter.
	As he sat down, he turned to the young gentleman seated beside him,
and remarked, "Busy place isn't it?"
	The gentleman turned toward Steve and replied.  "Yea, it sure is!
I don't get in here very often, especially this time of day, and I had to
wait for a seat before I could even sit down.  They sure do the business.
Do you eat here often?"
	"No, I just happened to be in the area, and I ate here some time
ago and I remembered how good their breakfast was, so I made a last minute
decision to stop in.  I already had one breakfast this morning, but I guess
I'll have a second one."  Steve replied.
	As Steve removed the menu from its holder and started checking it
out, the man beside him then remarked.  "Second breakfast of the day?  You
did not know you were going to be coming in here then I assume, right?"
	As Steve continued to browse the menu, he said. "No, I didn't.
Kind of a confusing morning for me, I guess.  I was just out riding around
and ended up here.  Didn't know where I was headed when I left the house."
	The waitress gave Steve a glass of water and asked if he was ready
to order.  "Yes.  I'll have the 2 eggs, over well done, and wheat toast.
No meat.  Black coffee, and a small orange juice, please."
	Steve replaced the menu into its holder and the man beside him
extended his hand and said.  "Good morning.  I'm Jim."
	Steve did likewise and replied, "Oh, thanks, I'm Steve."
	"So I rather guess you are not from this area, right?  I mean if it
has been sometime since you have been in here, I guess you are kind of a
visitor in the area.  Right?"  Jim asked.
	"Yea, right" Steve said.  "I live up on the north east corner of
town, and I just happened to be out on an aimless drive this morning, and I
recognized the place, so I just decided to stop in and eat again."
	"Well good.  I mean,-- good you stopped in.  Aimless drive, uh?
Kind of sounds like you are a little unorganized today then, right?"
	Steve then turned, and as he looked the guy over just slightly,
said, "Yea, just kind of feeling all alone and was out looking to see if
anything exciting was happening in town this week-end, that I should know
about."
	As Steve replied, and took a little more of an interest in the
young man and his attempted conversation, Steve thought.  'Certainly
interested in what and why I'm doing what I'm doing, but not a bad looking
guy at all!  Hey Steve--talk to the man!  Be friendly!  Might pay off.'
	"Yea, know what you mean."  Jim said.  "I'm kind of somewhat in the
same situation today.  My wife and the kids are at a church camp this
week-end up at the lake, and so I am trying to be the "home-alone-daddy."
That's why I'm in here eating.  The cold cereal at home certainly was not
exciting to me."
	Steve turned to Jim and asked.  "So your wife and the kids are
camping, but you did not go?"
	"Yea, the kids are only 3 and five years old, and if you send any
kids that are under the age of 8, then a parent has to be involved, and go
too, so I shipped Jane and the kids off yesterday, and they get back Monday
afternoon.  I couldn't go.  I've got stuff that needs to be done here, and
besides, this will give her a little extra time with the kids all by
herself."
	"Oh, OK" Steve said, as he took the breakfast plate from the
waitress and started eating.  The conversation from this point was rather
hit and miss, but Steve did keep it going.  His thought was, 'Oh, nice
looking daddy, about maybe 25 or 26 years old, looks like he might work out
some, home alone until Monday afternoon, is friendly to me, he started the
conversation, must live someplace close by here. Mommy and the kiddies are
gone out of town, ----wonder why I happen to already know that?  Steve
continued the conversation, and continued to keep it very friendly.
	Jim asked Steve some rather interesting questions such as, what
type of work does he do, where did he grow up at, was he still single.
Items that in any other situation, might not have been noticeable, but to
Steve, today, each of Jim's questions just happened to be the type that
guys will ask other guys, if they are looking for something,--something
that they can not come right out and ask for.  But then, Steve thought, I'm
horny, I know I'm horny and maybe I am really over reacting to some guy
that is just friendly.
	In extending the conversation, Steve did find out that Jim lived in
the neighborhood, worked out of his home office, had only lived in town
about two years, did go to the local gym a couple of times a week, and
certainly did not know how to cook.
	Keeping his ears open for any possible opportunity to take this
conversation to 'the next level' if that is where it might be going to,
Steve said to Jim.  "Hey. Jim, want some more coffee or something?  I'm
enjoying our conversation, and since I really don't have a damn thing that
I need to get done today, I am really enjoying our talking together."
	Jim did motion to the waitress that he would use some more coffee,
and told Steve.  "Yes, I am too.  Being home all alone, I'm not used to
that!  Gets very lonesome.  Hey, Steve, you just said that you don't have
anything important to do today, would you be interested in maybe coming
over to my place and watching the football game on TV with me?  One look at
you and I can tell you are definitely the kind of a guy that is into
sports, right?"
	Steve stood about 6'1" and weighed in at 200 pounds.  And of
course, did carry the body of a Greek god.  Of course that is the reason
that he has found himself out running the streets on this Saturday morning,
was because the night before everybody though he was just way to "much of
everything" to even attempt a conversation with.  No conversation, no take
a guy home, no sex!  Equals a horny Saturday!
	"Yes, Jim, if it's OK with you, I definitely would like to kick
back and watch the game with someone that understands football.  I like to
make comments when some stupid play is done or some bad official call is
made, but usually I am the only one in the room to make a comment back.
Yea, Jim, I think that would be fun, if it's OK with you!"
	"It's fine with me.  I'm going to go crazy being all by myself this
week-end.  I sure could use some company in the house for awhile."
	The two men left the cafe, and Jim told Steve to follow him, that
the house was only a couple of blocks away.
	As Steve got into his car, he decided that he needed to calm
himself down some.  Nothing, absolutely nothing, had been said or implied
that this was to be anything other than watching a football game on TV with
a lonesome, married, guy.  A guy that is a very nice person to talk to, and
maybe, just perhaps, a man that would like to have somebody in the house
for awhile.  "Just because I'm gay and horny, ---and he is hot and
built,--- that does not mean that anything is intended, other than watching
the game together.
	As they got to the house, Steve parked his car and followed Jim in
the side door.
	"Hey, Steve.  Do you want some coke or 7-up or maybe some more
coffee?  I don't drink beer, so I don't have any to offer you, but if you
want something else, you sure are welcome to it."
	"Hey Jim."  Steve answered.  "Not right now!  Later maybe.  Right
now I'm too full from having the two breakfasts."
	"OK. Hey Steve I'll be right back.  I had a meeting this morning
and that's why I've got these dress clothes on, and your shorts and T-shirt
attire looks much more comfortable to me, so I am going to go change, I'll
be right back."
	Jim headed for the bedroom area, and Steve found himself a
comfortable place in the couch, and started flipping TV channels to find
the game.
	As Jim came into the living room, Steve actually hoped that his jaw
did not drop as he took the first glimpse of Jim in his shorts and his
T-shirt.  Jim had a very hot, and very attractive, athletic body.  And Jim
definitely knew how to wear clothes that showed it off.  Steve attempted to
're-group' himself from the beautiful shock that he had just undergone, and
he hoped that Jim had not noticed his reaction.
	"Hey Steve, did you find the game yet?"
	"Yea, well anyway the pre-game show is on.  I guess the game must
start in a little while."
	Before Jim sat down, he closed some drapes on the front window.
"That much light coming in makes the TV hard to see."  Jim explained.
	"Oh, OK" Steve replied.  Too much light, Steve pondered?  Not
really that bright!  Hmmmmm?  Wonder if he wanted a little more privacy in
here?  Oh God, I hope so!  Damn tight, short shorts!  I think those are too
tight to usually be worn at the gym!
	Steve watched Jim as he closed the drapes and then started back
across the room.  Oh shit, man!  Steve thought.  Oh man, is that basket all
him, or am I imagining stuff again only because I'm horny?  Shit man, maybe
I had better get out of here before I do something stupid and assume this
is something different than what it really is.  I do mean, straight guys do
have good bodies, and straight guys do have big baskets if they happen to
have big dicks, and some of them like to show their stuff off, but that
don't mean they are gay.  Steve, calm yourself down.  He is a married
straight daddy.  Oh shit! I should not tell myself that!  That just makes
me that much more horny!
	"I personally think these pre-game shows are a waste of time.  It's
the ball game I'm interested in, not these former players that needed a
job, so the networks came up with this idea of an hour of pre-game show.
Let's get the game going, I want to see the Redskin's new uniforms."  Jim
said.
	"Whoa!"  Steve thought to himself.  He wants to see the new
uniforms?  Hey the only reason to look at the uniforms is to imagine the
body that is tucked inside of them.
	  "Yea, I heard they are supposed to have new uniforms on today."
Steve answered. "I sure would like to know what kind of material they use
to make them with.  That has got to be some damn strong material."
	"Yea" Jim answered.  "I know!  The way those guys tear around out
there, sure seems to me that the way they throw each other around, some of
those jerseys should rip right off of them, doesn't it?"
	"Uh yea!"  Steve answered, but hesitated doing so.  Steve was
seriously wondering just where this conversation was headed.
	"When I was in college my part time work was working in the
athletic department laundry room, and I often looked to see if I could find
some label that said what type of material it was, but I never found one.
Let me tell you, those guys must really stink when they get out of those
uniforms.  Their uniforms really reek with sweat.  There was one guy that
worked with us that really didn't mind the stench.  When we had some that
were almost too over done on stink, we'd let him do them.  He always said
it never bothered him, so we always sorted out the really strong stuff for
him.  I don't know if he could not smell anything, or if they really did
not bother him any.  I wonder whatever happened to that guy!  Wonder if he
went into the laundry business?  Or, maybe he went into the athletic
uniform business.  He sure knew everything about them.  Hell, I should have
asked him what material they were made out of.  I'll bet he could have told
me.  He knew what sizes the different guys wore and everything.  I guess
his whole life was football uniforms!
	"Wow!"  Steve thought.  "Really into the stinking football jerseys,
thing.  That's something most guys would never mention,--- unless there was
a real reason!"
	As Jim was talking, Steve found the necessity of picking up a
magazine and attempting to appear as if he was looking at it, but it was
actually to cover the hard-on that he had grown, due to the rather complete
description of how stinky the football uniforms had been.  Steve actually
wondered if Jim was aware of how he was talking and what he was talking
about!  Did he intend to talk this way, or was he simply making innocent
conversation?
	"Yea, guess it would be interesting to see if that guy ended up in
the sporting goods business, wouldn't it?"  Steve said.
	As Jim crossed the room, telling about his college laundry
experiences, he tucked his T-shirt into his shorts and knowingly or
unknowingly, appeared to almost be doing a sexy dance in front of Steve.
The small twist left, to tuck in on the right, then the small twist right
to tuck in on the left, then of course the hand down the front to tuck in
the front.  Steve was really starting to wonder just how much of this was
he going to be able to take, or was he going to be able to keep himself
under control.
	Steve watched Jim and thought.  Steve, if you don't calm yourself
down, you could have trouble here.  He is simply a straight man that has
got you all turned on!  Stay calm, cool and collected, man.
	Jim came across the room and sat down on the other end of the
couch.  Steve was almost relieved that Jim sat down over there, rather than
in front of him.  This way Steve would be able to keep his eyes on the TV,
and not on the, crotch of hell, that he wanted to grab ahold of so very
badly right then.
	Steve remained a little on the silent side for a few minutes, his
attempt to see what was going to be happening next, and Jim positioned
himself so that he was rather reclining back, and he had put his feet up on
the coffee table in front of him.  He was bare footed.  When he changed
clothes, he did not put any shoes or socks back on.  Even the sight of
Jim's bare feet were a beautiful sight to Steve.  As Steve sat there and
tried to keep his eyes elsewhere, he realized that this was the very first
time that a man's bare feet were turning him on.  Never before had he ever
wanted to suck on a man's toes before.  OH, today, he did!  The idea was
really getting him all hot and bothered!  He knew he was really starting to
kind of loose his control.  He straightened himself up, he took a couple of
deep breaths and attempted to get his mind on something else by telling
Jim, "You have a very pretty home here.  I like it!"
	"Oh thanks, man." Jim responded.  "Give Jane the credit for the
interior decorating. I take no credit there. She is the one with talent
around here for doing that kind of stuff."
	"Oh yea, Jane!'  Steve thought.  I'm glad he mentioned her again,
just so that I don't forget,--he is married.  Not gay-just married and a
nice guy!  Not gay!  Got to remember that!
	The football game got started and the conversation turned primarily
to that.  Once the new uniforms were available, that did create some
concern for Steve since he was forced to refrain from his much desired
comments about how damn tight those uniform pants were and how he wanted so
very badly to go pull on the crotch of most of them to give them a little
more room for their "private" parts.  He was just simply sure their nuts
had to hurt being pulled up that tight.
	Steve wondered if maybe he was now acting a little too stand
offish, and perhaps not acting enough like guys usually do.  He was so damn
afraid that he was going to loose his sexual self control, that he had not
been making any of the normal male comments that would usually be expressed
between two completely comfortable guys.
	As they commented on the new uniforms, Steve did decide that he
needed to make at least one side comment that sounded rather 'manly' so
that Jim did not wonder why this guy acted so damn,- kid like.  "Well, Jim,
I don't know either, what material they use, but all I can say right now is
that I'm damn glad it's not my nuts that are squeezed up in there like
theirs are. Maybe that's they reason they get paid so much money to play a
game.  Hurt my nuts, pay my bucks!"
	Hey, I like that!"  Jim said.  "Hurt my nuts, pay my bucks!'  Hey
that is cute!  I got to see if I can remember that one!"
	Steve felt a little more calmed now.  Maybe Jim would now just take
him as a good guy, and not wonder why he was acting so up-tight.
	Steve noticed that as the game progressed, Jim got more and more
relaxed on the couch and continued to recline more and more.  A couple of
times, Jim would make a comment about how his back was bothering him, and
his usual hot morning shower had not made it feel better today, as it
normally does.
	Steve continued to have his own person problems, but they certainly
were not pain problems.  They were control problems.  Jim's, very short and
tight shorts, the big basket inside of those shorts, the bare feet, the
tight T-shirt and the athletic body, were all grouping to create Steve's
problem.
	The ball game was not going well.  A completely one sided game.
Both men agreed that this game was not turning out to be very exciting.
	 "Hey Steve."  Jim said.  " My back is really bothering me.  It's
what they always refer to as an old football injury!  Well, actually mine
is kind of football related, but in a different way.  As a little kid I was
pushed off of the bleachers on the sidelines of a football field, and I
spent a few days in the hospital and have had back problems ever since.
Real football injury, ---right?  Anyway, the hot shower usually helps it,
but today I'm not wearing my back support, and so now it hurts.  Have you
ever given anybody a body massage, before?"
	Very hesitantly but yet firmly, Steve answered.  "Yea, do you want
me to see if I can help it any for you?"
	"Hey Steve, if you would, I'd really appreciate it.  Jane will
usually rub it out for me, but of course you know that is not possible
today.  Let me get a big towel and some skin cream and I'll lay down here
on the floor if that's OK with you."
	"Yea, that's fine with me." Steve said.
	Jim returned with a big beach towel for on the floor, some skin
cream and a smaller towel for Steve to use if he needed it.
	"I'm going to turn this TV off Steve, if you don't mind.  I've had
enough of this game, if that is what you want to call it, and just having
it nice and quiet in here while you rub my back I think would be great."
	"Fine with me.  Yea--that was one pathetic game today.  I'm sure
the TV networks are always pissed when that happens.  Just like us.  We
quit watching it before they got all of their commercials aired."
	Jim spread the towel on the floor.  He removed his T-shirt and laid
down.  Steve kneeled down beside him, and after putting some cream on his
hands and some on Steve's back, began his massage.
	Steve has been around athletes, and of course gays, long enough to
have plenty of massage experience.  He was working Jim's back and shoulders
very well.  The sighs and the moans coming from Jim were a good indication
of that.  As Steve moved his massage down toward the waist line of Jim, Jim
did reach back and attempt to lower his shorts some, so that Steve could do
his waist completely.  Jim's shorts were very tight on his body, and simply
would not lower down very easily.  Steve attempted to massage Jim's lower
back, but his hands kept running into he shorts.
	"Uhh, hey, Jim."  Steve rather hesitantly asked.  "Would it be OK
if we slid your shorts off while I do your lower back?  They are in the
way, and I can't get you rubbed down the way you should be.  I can't get
your lower back."
	"Uh, OK." Jim said.  He raised his body up enough to pull the
shorts off, and Steve was surprised to see that Jim did not have a jock
strap or any briefs on under those shorts.
	Steve resumed the lower back massage.  He was treating Jim to a
very good and a very through treatment.  As Steve worked on Jim's back, he
absolutely could not keep his eyes off of the tight bubble butt that was
now in front of him.  His hands kept getting closer and closer to Jim's
butt cheeks.  Jim did not complain.
	Finally Steve decided that if he was doing wrong, that Jim would
let him know.  Steve let both hands continue sliding down, and slid a hand
across each butt cheek.  Jim moaned.  Steve started pulling his hands back
up, --once again massaging Jim's muscular, round, and firm, butt cheeks.
As Steve watched the action that he, personally, was doing to Jim's rear
end, Steve could not help from thinking, "Oh man!  What a pretty bubble
butt!"
	Jim let out a low moan, and said.  "Oh Steve, that feels so good.
Please do that again!"
	Steve did.  He did as was requested.  Steve continued massaging
Jim's butt cheeks and realized that if Jim was straight or gay, right now
it did not matter.  Jim was getting a very enjoyable treatment, and Steve
was truly enjoying giving the treatment to Jim.
	Steve continued the butt massage.  He then grabbed some more skin
cream and placed it between the butt cheeks of Jim's ass.  He paused to see
what reaction he would be getting.  He got no reaction.  Jim continued to
calmly lay there and accept what was happening back there.
	Steve slide his right hand down between the cheeks of Jim's ass.
Jim spread his legs slightly as if to give Steve an, "OK, --you are doing
good", signal.
	Jim slightly moaned and very quietly told Steve that everything was
feeling better than any massage he had ever received.  He told Steve.
"Steve, I have never been treated this lovingly before!  Steve this is
great!  Steve this is unbelievable!  Steve, I never expected this to ever
happen to me.  This is great!"
	As Jim was complementing Steve for the great feelings that he was
being given, Jim very, very quickly and all if a sudden, rolled over onto
his back.
	"Steve, oh man!  Oh Steve, I have never, ever, even asked a guy to
do this before, but oh Steve, can you suck on my dick for me please?  Oh
Steve, I've never done this before, but oh Steve, please could you please?"
	When Jim rolled over, he was supporting an enormous hard-on.  As he
rolled over, it of course stood up straight in the air.  His excitement was
making his dick harder than it had probably ever been before.  And Jim knew
that!
	"Oh Steve, I've never played with another guy before.  No other guy
has ever touched my dick before, but oh Steve, right now I do want you to
suck on it,-- if you would please man?  Steve I hope you do suck dick.
Please tell me that you do and that you will suck on me man."
	Steve was kind of sitting there in complete shock, and at the same
time, in complete pleasure of looking at that stiff 8" dick that was
begging for a mouth.  His mouth!
	 "Yea Jim, I do suck dick, but you are a married man with kids.
Are you real sure you want this?  Are you real sure that you will not
regret it later?  Am I so obviously gay looking, that you knew just by
looking at me, that I would probably be a good one to get on your dick?'
	"No, no, Steve."  Jim exclaimed!  "Steve I did not even think of
you as being gay or being a guy that might suck on my dick until you put
your hand up in my ass.  When you started doing that to me, you just got me
so damn hot and turned on!  Nobody has ever been that loving to me.  When
you did that, I just prayed that we could do more!  Steve I have never felt
like this with any other person!  Yea, Steve, even my wife.  She has never
put her hand up in there.  She has never even tried to rub my ass like
that!  Nobody has ever touched my ass like that!  Oh Steve what you have
done for me today is so great!  I will remember this forever.  Oh, Steve,
can you suck on my dick, please?  Steve, if you can, please, I want to
always remember that you cared enough for me on this day, that you let me
put my dick in your mouth.  Steve right now, it is more,--more so that I
can always remember how great this day has been, for me!  Steve I want to
be able to remember that you took all of me, today.  Steve, I want you to
suck on my dick, please!  Would you please?  Steve, before just a few
minutes ago, I never even thought about being with another guy, but oh, now
Steve, I want you to suck me please!"
	Without saying anything, Steve grabbed Jim's big rod, and slowly
and lovingly placed it in his mouth.  He heard Jim moan in pleasure!  Steve
slowly moved his mouth down along the shaft of the dick.  He sucked as he
lowered his head down. After reaching the bottom of the shaft, Steve pulled
back and once again sucked on the head as he had done earlier. He then,
again, lowered his mouth down along the shaft and licked the sides of the
dick as he went.  Again and again, Steve treated this virgin dick with this
true mouth pleasure.
	Jim was laying on his back, in the middle of his living room,
receiving, --what to him was,--- the greatest personal treatment that he
had ever experienced, with another human being.  And this was with somebody
that he had only known for a very short time.  Only hours!  Jim was almost
in a state of shock, that his was happening to him.  He pondered to
himself, the major question of wondering if he actually had been wanting
this to happen, to him, for a long time now, and had he mentally blanked
that thought out, or was this really something that he had truly never,
even sub-consciously, ever thought about?
	All of a sudden Jim kind of shook himself out of his self contained
bliss of comfort and joy and almost screamed, "Oh, Steve, pull off!  I'm
going to cum!  Oh Steve!  Steve!  I've got to cum!"
	Instead of pulling off, Steve grabbed ahold of Jim's body and
pulled him up close and tight.  Steve pushed his mouth down that much
tighter on Jim's dick.  Steve locked his mouth and Jim's torso together.
Jim was being forced to feed his initial gay cum job right down Steve's
throat.  Jim did not expect this to happen, and when it did, he was
completely shocked that Steve, did, in fact, force him to shoot the load
straight down his throat.
	"Oh Steve!  Oh Steve!  Steve I did not intend to cum in your mouth,
but Steve I could not get loose from you!  You held me so tight and you
pushed your mouth down on me so tight!  Steve I couldn't get my dick out of
your mouth!"
	"Jim, my Jim!  Oh, Jim!  If I had not wanted you shooting your man
milk down my throat, I would have gotten off of you.  Man, I wanted your
juices down my throat.  Jim.  I knew that when I leave here today, I wanted
to be taking part of you with me!  Now I know I am!  I've got your first
gay play 'boy-shot', deep down inside of me!  Jim, I wanted it!  That is
the first time that you've ever shot off in a guy's mouth, right?"
	"Oh Steve!"  Jim excitedly said.  "Steve, I have never, ever, in my
whole life ever played with another guy.  I've never even touched a guy's
dick before, and I've never ever had a guy touch mine.  Steve, I've never,
even as a kid, ever had a guy play with me.  Steve, you are the only guy
that has ever done anything to me.  Steve I can't believe you let me cum
right in your mouth like that.  Oh Steve, what a total experience!  Steve,
now I see why gays do what they do.  Man, that whole thing!  Starting with
you on my back, then your hand going up in my ass crack, and then you on my
dick!  Oh Steve, please can we stay in touch with each other so that we can
do this again.  Like real soon?"
	After Jim re-coped a little, the men got up and gave each other a
hug.
	Steve looked at Jim and said.  "Jim, you just told me that you have
never touched another guy's cock before, right?"
	"Yea, Steve, you are right.  I've never been in a situation where
that happened.  I have to admit that until today, I'm not sure I ever
thought I wanted to, but please can you pull yours out so I can just see it
and touch it?  All I want to do today is just see it and touch it.  I want
us to get together again, real soon, and then I'll try to play with
it. OK?"
	"Yea, that's fine with me."  And with that statement, Steve dropped
his shorts and let his 7", thick stick, and his bag of really big balls
fall out.
	"Jim looked and slowly reached for the dick.  "Man, you have a big
thick dick don't you?'  Then, as he cupped Steve's bag of balls in his
hand, Jim continued.  "Steve, you have got really big balls, don't you?  My
gosh, man!  Your balls are about twice the size of mine.  Do you guys chew
on each other's balls?  Has anybody every tried to chew on them?"  Jim
excitedly, asked Steve.
	"Oh yea.  A lot of guys have, Jim.  It feels really good if they
can get both of them in their mouth and chew on them.  You going to try
that, when we get together again?"
	Oh, yea I think I will.  Steve, I want us to get together again.
But Steve, I have never ever done any of this stuff, and I may have to take
it kind of slowly.  You are going to have to teach me a lot of stuff, if
you will.  Man, after today, I am willing to learn, but I might just need
some time to be able to do what I know you must think is easy.  Oh Steve, I
still can not imagine that you ate my cum, today, man!  Hey, man-----thanks
for doing that.  I think that means a lot to me right now!
	After Jim's handling Steve's crotch of equipment, they both rather
put themselves back together, picked up the towels and the skin cream and
discussed how and when they could get together again.
	"Steve, I have to admit that if I had ever thought anything, about
something like this happening today, I would have never brought you to the
house, or let you know where I live or anything about me.  I just had no
idea that anything except us watching a football game together was going to
happen.  I never even wanted to try and have sex.  I didn't even think
anything about if maybe you were gay or not when I invited you to the
house.  I did not know anything like this was going to happen until you put
your hand up in the crack of my ass.  Oh Steve, that was something I never
guessed would happen!  When I asked you to give me my back a massage, I
never, ever thought about anything like this happening. I hadn't even
thought any possibility about you and I having sex together.  You know I've
got my family to worry about, and all of the people that we know, and I
told you that I work out of the house, so I can't give you my phone number,
but I hope you know where I am coming from.  Is that OK with you?  Do you
understand, man?"
	"Yea Jim, I do completely, do understand!  Us gay guys, we have
that to deal with quite often.  Especially, when we meet guys at a
breakfast cafe place."  Steve said, while grinning broadly at Jim.
	"Here Jim."  Steve said as he handed Jim a card from his
wallet. "This is my personal card.  It's got my house address on it, my
e-mail address and my cell phone number.  You feel free to contact me.
Hey, man the whole reason I was out just driving around this morning was
because I am single, horny most of the time, but by myself.  So whenever
you can, contact me. I want us to do this again, real soon.  Hey, wait,
your family is gone till Monday, right?  Hey, Jim, can we get together
tomorrow, sometime?"
	"No, I'm really sorry Steve.  I wish I could, but I just can't to
it tomorrow.  Sunday is not going to be a good day for me.  But I will talk
to you on Monday or Tuesday so we can get together.  But, we'll get
together at your place, I assume, though?  Right?"
	Just as Steve was getting ready to leave, the telephone in the
house office started to ring.  Jim turned to Steve and quickly said.  "Hey
Steve, I've got to get that.  Can you let yourself out?  Thank you so much
for everything, man!  I'll talk to you real soon!"
	Jim gave Steve a very fast peck on the cheek and ran for the office
and the phone.
	Steve turned to let himself out, and just as he opened the side
door, he heard his new found friend, Jim, answer the phone, "Hello, this is
Reverend Hamilton."