Date: Fri, 1 May 2020 01:07:02 +0000 (UTC)
From: topitaliandaddy@aol.com
Subject: Wally meets his Mitch  - Part 1

Walter  had joined the biking group for two reasons.  One was to try to
build up his quads.  As a bottom, he was  always looking for a way to
make his ass more attractive.  He had a cute face,  compelling blue eyes,
a hairy chest,  but somehow, he always seemed to miss a connection.
Maybe this would help. At 29, he had to do SOMETHING
The second reason was more complex.  His friends told him he needed to
meet more people if he were going to get dates, and a biking group might
help.  It wasn't necessarily the case that he'd meet someone IN the
group, but the biking groups hung out together, and maybe someone in
another group?

Walter  liked older men.  NOT men who were a few years older than him,
but daddy types .  Real, serious daddy types.  Walter was 29,  bu moving
on 30, and his cut off was that his man had to be at least 50.  Fit,
smart,  and financially independent were other requirements.   And of
course, he had to be a top.  NOT a "versatile top" like his last
boyfriend, but a true, total, dominant top.   People said he had the
right to be picky, and he had been, but most nights, including weekends,
he spent at home watching movies and making music tapes.  In his words,
"my life sucks."

His group, with  the boring name of "the Central NY Biking Club," was
going on a three day ride through the state.  The plan was to camp out
under the skies, and to maybe make their way to the Canadian border and
back.  Some of the guys in the group were so serious about the biking,
that Isaac ('call me Wally' he would tell people), that he really
couldn't find any way to engage them.  Others were nice, but not what he
was "looking for."  So he treated these rides as a chance to burn some
calories, build up some muscles, and present a better picture to the guys
he was after when he wasn't riding.

The first day of the ride was uneventful:  they covered a lot of ground,
and after they had coated themselves with insect repellant,  the night
under the stars was very pleasant.  Wally was a city kid, so he spent a
lot of time with the guys who knew the sky, as they pointed out planets,
and stars, and constellations.  Wally  was fascinated by this kind of
thing:  some would say he was geeky, but it was part of his charm.

The second day of the trip was way more interesting .  His group was
riding along a stretch of flat land, when they  heard the "WOO  WOOS"
behind them.  "Look at those healthy specimens.  Mighty fine eating for a
bear  WOOOOOOO"  they heard called to them.  It was all in fun: they had
crossed paths with a well known group, known as the "Biking Bears."
Anyone could join, but by and large, these guys were older, hairier, and
bigger.  Izzy had never heard of them, but he was delighted.    He was
even more delighted when the two groups decided that they'd take a break
together, have their lunch, and just rest before continuing.    Wally was
setting up his stuff, when one of the Biking Bears came over.  He was
muscular, and big, but not huge.  Salt and pepper hair, small beard,
bright green eyes.  "Hey.  I'm Mitch.  Can I join you?"  Izzy smiled his
best smile.  "Anywhere, anytime, Mitch.  I'm Wally.  Have a seat.  Want
some of my sandwich."  Wally smiled.  I think I'm good.  You know, I was
watching you as you rode.  You're good.  And you know what else, Wally?
You're cute.  Whomever you're going home to after this ride, is a lucky
man."

"Awww, thanks Mitch, but you know who I'm going home to?  Myself.  I'm
despairingly single."  "You're single?  Oh, well that's not acceptable.
What are you doing to change that?"

"Well, I'm joining groups like this, hoping to meet people, maybe get a
date, maybe push it further.  I dunno"

"I just don't understand why you're single.  Why, any guy would give his
right arm, or maybe even his right testicle to date you."

Again, Wally smiled.  "I appreciate that, Mitch, but let's just say I
have specialized tastes."

"OH?  If  you're going to tell me something like you're looking for a
gay, purebred Eskimo who likes water sports, I'm leaving right now."

"Ha ha.  Not quite that specific, but maybe if I were, I'd be luckier.  I
like older men. And tops.  Total tops.  I thought - I really did - that
it would be easy to find one.  The good news is, it was.  The bad news
is, they're all in committed relationships."  Mitch smiled.  "And the
ones who say they're total tops are really bottoms who just want to ride
on top,  they can't afford to buy you dinner, and they have no sense of
personal hygiene.'

"EXACTLY.  You see my dilemma.  You get it."  Mitch grinned.  "Well, for
what it's worth, folks like me, who like younger guys, have similar
problems.  Everyone you meet is looking for a sugar daddy,  or is in a
relationship, and is just looking for something  on the side, or ,
frankly, is as dumb as a rock.  My last boyfriend didn't know the
difference between the Beetles and the Rolling Stones.  "" He paused.  "I
swear, I think my cock is gonna dry up and fall off, it hasn't been used
in so long."  Wally laughed at that.  "you know, I can think of about six
guys in my group who would love a date with someone like you."

"Yeah, I have no trouble with first dates.  The problem is the follow
up.  It's always something.  They text during dinner, or they need to get
to their best gal pal to shop for shoes.  UGH.  Not my thing."  He balled
up the wrapper for his sandwich and finished his water.  "Anyway, it was
great chatting with you Wally.  Two questions though.  Wally is short for
Walter.  Which do you prefer?  And second, you guys DO know that there's
a storm coming in.  I didn't see any winter weather gear in your group.
What are you going to do?

"I like Wally better.  Isaac just seems like something older than I wanna
project.  I'm 29 - no really - 29.  Not 31 but 29 - and I wanna keep that
air about me.  Storm?  No one said anything about a storm.  You think?

Mitch signaled for Wally to come with him to check out the sky.  He put
his hand on Wally''s shoulder.  "Now, turn to the left.  See those
clouds?"  Yes.  Those are rain clouds.  And PROBABLY, behind them, there
are darker, more dangerous ones.  It's going to be a rough night, because
we can't get out  of that path."

"GOSH.  I don't know what we're gonna do.  You have any suggestions?"
 Mitch took a deep breath before he spoke again.  "Well, Wally, if I told
you I wasn't following your ass pumping on that bike, I'd be lying.  So I
was glad to see you were lacking company.  I have a tent.  All of the
bears do.  And if you'd consider sharing  my tent with me tonight, I'd be
honored."

Wally couldn't believe his luck.  "Mitch, whether it rains or not, I'll
be in  your tent tonight.  I promise.  "  Mitch broke into a big smile.
"Well, now I'm honored.  I'll come looking for you once I have it
pitched.  He looked at Wally half seriously.  "Don't offer to help, cause
I  have a feeling city boy, that you have no idea how to pitch a tent."
Wally laughed.  "Well, you got me there."  Mitch didn't miss a beat.
"And I'm hoping I'll have you tonight too.  "  He squeezed Wally's
shoulder and then asked.  "Would you mind if I gave  you a kiss?"  Wally
responded by saying "I'd be insulted it you didn't."  It was a a very
chaste peck:  there were people around, but Wally floated on his bike the
rest of the afternoon ride.

Around six, they could see that the storm clouds were blowing in.  The
Biking Bears had ridden in parallel, and it was clear that they had
decided to try to help these kids.  The leader of the Bears, went over,
and spoke to the head of Wally's group.  "It'll be tight, but we're all
welcome to you guys sharing our tents.  JUST SHARING OUR TENTS.  Yeah,
we're all gay, but we have manners.  What happens otherwise is up to the
people, not the group."

Charles, the head of the Central New York group, went to the riders and
told them the situation.  They were too far from home to go back, and
they had no protective gear.  They had the offer for shelter, and it was
met with a big round of applause, and thank yous.  "I'm afraid we don't
have anything to offer you guys other than our thanks.  You seem to have
prepared much better than we did."

"Experience Charles. You guys will get better. Just pass it on. "   It
wasn't raining yet, when they made their supper.  By the time that they
were cleaning up, though, it had begun to sprinkle.  It clearly was going
to be a wet night.  Wally looked around, where was Mitch?  He didn't see
him.  Then he felt the strong hand on his shoulder.  "Wally,  your room
is this way.."  Wally smiled.  "Oh, wow, room service too.  Thank you.
you.  Mitch smiled, and he grabbed Wally's hand.  "come on.  If we don't
get moving, someone else is gonna ask for the space.

Mitch's tent was more than big enough for two people.  It was clear he
was used to being in the open:  he had a small heater,  plenty of
reflective blankets, and all kinds of snacks.

"Wally , it's completely up to you.  Sleeping in a biking skin is not the
most comfortable thing in the world, and I'm taking mine off before I get
under the blankets, but if you want to keep yours on, or take it off,
really up to you.

"WAIT.  Wally  cried out.  "Before you do that, can we just sit in the
doorway for a bit?  Let's look at the clouds.  And maybe if we see stars,
you can tell me which ones they are. "

Mitch smiled   "Well, sure... He came out front, and sat next to Wally.
He kept a polite distance, and Wally moved in right next to him.  "Ok"
Mitch thought.  "I hope I don't regret this."  He put his arm around
Wally's shoulders, and Wally just rested his head on Mitch's.  Mitch
began pointing out stars, and cloud formations.  "Now, see that star that
isn't twinkling?"  He pointed.  "Yeah, you're right. It's not twinkling.
Why is that?"  Mitch began playing with  Wally's hair.  "That's because
it's not a star.  It's a planet.  Planets absorb light, stars emit it. So
if you see what looks like a star, but it doesn't twinkle, it's a
planet."

"WOW.  I didn't know that.  Which planet is is?"  Mitch hugged the
younger man.  "I'm not really sure, but it's probably either Mars, or
Venus.  They're both in this section of the sky at this time of year.
It's good we got to see it, because when the clouds move in, we won't be
able to."

They sat there for a minute, and then Izzy whispered:  "would you mind if
I kissed you Mitch?" Mitch smiled.  "You better do it before I kiss you"
  Their lips locked.  Then Izzy opened his mouth, and Mitch pushed his
tongue in.  He kept it there for about a minute.  He was smiling when he
looked at Izzy.  "You're a real good kisser, young man."  Wally smiled.
"I'm a good hugger too.  And I'm taking my skin off before bed."

They got into the tent, and just in time.  The skies opened up and they
could hear the rain, and see the lightning.  Wally was clearly a bit
unnerved by it.  "It's ok Wally.  It's ok.  Nothing's gonna happen.
NOTHING... The only thing that's gonna happen is, well..."  Mitch rolled
on top of Wally, again afraid he was going too fast.

"OH YEAH.  I've been wanting that.  Kiss me Mitch.  Kiss me HARD."
They kissed for about ten minutes.  "Too close in here for what I wanna
do Izzy, but ..."  Mitch grabbed Izzy's cock, and began jerkng him.

"YES. YES.  This is so perfect.   Wally moved his head when Mitch moved
down, and let him rub his beard scruff all over him.  He just exhaled a
little harder, and  Wally came .  They had pushed the blanket aside, so
there was no  problem with it staining the sleeping area.    Now Mitch
pointed to his hard cock.  "A hand isn't gonna do the trick sweetboi.
Your mouth is pretty.  "  Wally  didn't need a second invitation. He fell
on Mitch's cock like a hungry animal, gobbling it down, bringing Mitch to
climax quickly.

"Thank you.. that was great."  Mitch whispered, as they fell asleep."

Next morning, after they dressed and sat down to breakfast, Wally's
leader announced.  "Guys, I don't think we can make this.  We're gonna
have to get back to home as fast as we can. So, everyone, pack up your
gear, and we're gonna get on the road.  The Bears have been so generous
with their hospitality.   Guys, we're gonna make a charitable
contribution in your name when we get back.  We can't thank you enough."

Wally turned to Mitch  "So, I guess this is goodbye."  Mitch smiled.
"Only if you want it to be.  I'd love to see you again."

"I'd like that."  Mitch smiled.  "You know, I don't bring business cards
with me on these things, because the closest I come to a human who
doesn't know me, is a raccoon.  BUT.... "  He ripped a piece of paper off
of one of the k  rations, and scribbled down his  phone number.  "Please
call me when you get to the city Wally.   If and when we meet again, is
up to you."

"Then we will. REAL soon."  He snuck a kiss on Mitch's cheek, before they
had to pack up and get moving.