Date: Wed, 27 Jun 2018 22:42:08 -0700
From: Elyrc Caledon <elryc.caledon@gmail.com>
Subject: Encounter with Richard S.

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                    *** Encounter with Richard S. ***

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Several men, married or otherwise, either seduced me or attempted to seduce
me in my late teens/early 20's prior to my marriage.  After I was married, I
lived for many years without acting out on any of my gay impulses--but I
never forgot those earlier experiences.

Now, years later with a divorce behind me, I sometimes reflect back on those
earlier times and wonder what would have happened if I had followed a
different path in my life.  I've decided to write about the more interesting
experiences, some of which have puzzled me for a long time.

This particular experience, is one that has stuck with me and puzzled me
for many years.  It doesn't haunt me for so much as what happened, but for
what didn't happen.  I've never been able to figure it out.  And, if someday
I could ever get into contact with this man, I'm going to ask him some
questions.

After a disastrous encounter with a gay guy who worked for my father, that
eventually ended up with my being booted out of my father's home, I settled
in NE Oklahoma and lived with my grandmother for several years.

I went to school and worked at a drive-in as a cook to help with expenses.
As a cousin of mine had married into the family who owned the drive-in, I was
treated somewhat differently than many other employees in that the changes in
my demanding school schedule were tolerated with changes to my work schedule
being (sometimes grudgingly) allowed as needed.

So, primarily due to the convenient work schedule (I certainly wasn't in it
for the money!) I worked at the drive-in for several years and met many
different people as they came and went.  Unless one was in the upper tiers of
management, working at a drive-in is not generally considered a long-term
career.

One fellow who worked for a time at the drive-in I became friends with was in
the ROTC at the university I was attending; he was married, with two children.
I had never seen him on campus, but later I found his name on the registry
for the ROTC.

His name was Richard S; Richard could be a bit of a clown--it was clear he did
not take working at the drive-in very seriously and at times he goofed off a
bit too much for my tastes.  It occurred to me at some point he was acting
like that simply to gain my attention.

The drive-in was popular and the kitchen was hectic--orders were clocked in
and if they weren't ready and sitting on the carhop's trays to go out the
door within five to six minutes, the owner and/or manager would start to freak
out.  So, there wasn't a lot of opportunity for socializing most of the time.

However, despite my tendency to draw back a little, and despite the usually
hectic environment, Richard made a concerted effort to get to know me and we
found we had a few things in common as he would seek me out and chat with me
after our shifts.  We soon found we both liked the same type of music, and we
shared a love for nice cars.  I was driving an older Lincoln at the time and
he was fascinated with the car as it was well preserved.

Richard was physically fit and worked hard to remain fit as it was part of
the requirements for being in the ROTC.  Richard told me he eventually was
going to be studying medicine as part of the ROTC program.  I wasn't as
physically developed as he was, but it was during this time I had successfully
dieted and exercised enough to lose some lingering baby fat around my mid
section and Richard took notice of my newly flattened stomach and encouraged
me whenever he could direct the conversation towards physical fitness.

Richard had sandy blond hair, and pale blue eyes fringed with slightly darker
lashes than his hair.  His hair was always kept very short.  His complexion
was naturally pale, with a tendency towards freckles.  Like me, he avoided
the sun because it only made his skin red and caused more freckles.

A few months after Richard had started working at the drive-in, he & I had
developed a casual, easy going work friendship.  Richard often spoke of running
with me, or working out with me, but our schedules were too different for any
type of serious plans to be made.  At that particular time, I was working at
two jobs, in addition to going to school and I was always on the run with
hardly a moment to spare for myself.

My grandmother, a widow for decades, did not drive and thus was dependent on
me and many of my few precious days off were already spoken for as she was
always wanting to get out of town to visit relatives in the surrounding areas.

However, one night an opportunity to get know Richard better finally presented
itself.  Richard invited me over to his place after our shift had ended.  His
wife (with whom he had made it clear he didn't get along with anymore) and
children were out of town as they were staying at a relative's home, one of
several long separations.  I seriously doubt Richard's marriage has survived
over the years.  I had the feeling he was in it merely for the benefit of his
children.

Richard said he wanted to show me some exercises that would help with keeping
my newly slimmed down stomach flattened, and some warmup leg exercises to do
that would help me avoid injuries with running.

I accepted his invitation and I followed him to his home which turned out not
to be far from where we worked.  It was a cold night, with sleet and snow
falling, and the roads were icing over.  I felt the tires on my car slipping
on the ice a little as we pulled into the parking area.

Richard lived in a tiny duplex; with hardly enough room for his family.
There was a tiny living room with a couch with a small TV perched up on
top of a trunk, a tiny gallery of a kitchen, and a small bathroom flanked
by two small bedrooms.  The unit was clearly intended as basic accommodations
for college students.

Richard turned on the TV, as we wanted to check the situation with the
weather.  After kicking off our shoes, Richard grabbed a couple of beers
from the fridge and then we sat down on the couch and Richard retrieved a
few medical anatomy books from a nearby shelf and showed me various muscle
groups he thought I should be concentrating on.

After a few minutes, Richard pulled off his uniform work shirt (they were hot
and uncomfortable red polyester shirts) and showed me some variations of some
sit ups that he wanted me to try, that were designed to keep my flanks thinned
down and to keep my "core," nice and tight.  I pulled off my shirt as well and
copied his examples as best as I could.  I was tired though from working and
didn't apply myself quite as eagerly as he would have liked.

Richard noticed some acne I had on my chest and back, and he recommended a
wash to use on those areas and wrote down the name of the active ingredients I
needed to look for.  Which--by the way, actually worked and cleared up 95% of
the acne within a month.

By this time, the weather outside was worsening and there was even more sleet
falling, it was about an inch thick and the wind was blustering.  I expressed
some concerns about the icy roads as the tires on my car were not very good and
I had never invested in a set of snow tires; Richard suggested I simply spend
the night at his place on the couch, and I agreed that was a good idea.  I rang
my grandmother to let her know I was okay and that I would be home in the
morning.

I reminded Richard of the leg exercises he had spoken of, stretches of some
type to be done before going out on a run.  Richard stood and casually pulled
off his jeans along with his socks, saying his jeans were too constrictive.  I
continued to stupidly sit on the couch, trying to look anywhere but at his
crotch with its prominent bulge as his tight white briefs left very little to
the imagination.  I felt my checks flush a little as I looked around the room
trying to regain my composure.

After a few moments, Richard stood with his hands on his hips and said some-
thing to the effect of "Well, are you going to give this a shot?"  I think he
was a little disgusted by my flagging attention level.

"Oh yeah, sure..." I said, kind of vaguely.  I removed my socks and then stood
and pulled my jeans off--which, I noticed, smelled like the fryers from the
drive-in and were a bit ripe.  The kitchen at the drive-in, even in the dead of
winter was blazing hot.

I must have made a face because Richard asked me if something was wrong?

"My jeans smell like grease," I grimaced again and tossed them on the floor.

"We can wash your stuff in a few," Richard offered.  I nodded okay--it would
save me time later.

"Okay, so sit like this, and extend one leg out like this..." Richard proceeded
to guide me through some leg exercises designed to stretch out the hamstrings
and leg muscles.  They were detailed enough to help, yet easy enough to
remember how to do, despite how tired I was.

During one of the exercises, one of the leg openings in Richard's briefs
gapped open a bit and one of his testicles popped out.  I couldn't help but
look and Richard looked down and said "Oops," and just gave a tug on his
underwear to get covered up again.

"So, you don't just have a sock stuffed in there for special effects," I
teased.

"Nope," Richard grinned, "Nothing fake in there," and he resumed his
demonstration.

After several more minutes, he finished showing me the exercises and we both
got up off the floor and sat on the couch again.  I made sure I kept my eyes off
of Richard's body, though it was quite a temptation to sneak some peeks.

After a few moments of idle chat, Richard pulled another book off the shelf
which had pictures, black and white of various combat injuries.  I had never
seen such a book before (and never have seen one again) but the pictures were
graphic--it helped they were black and white which removed some of the more
gory aspects.  Still, they were unsettling.

"What is this," I wondered to myself, "Some sort of homosexual aversion
therapy?  Maybe he thinks I'm coming onto him?"

I thought perhaps Richard had pegged me as a "queer," as he preferred to refer
to gays in his dumb redneck sort of way.  After 15 or 20 minutes of leafing
through the book, while I faked some interest in some of the pictures he was
pointing out, I started to feel bored and a bit peevish too.  I was tired,
stunk of the drive-in's kitchen, and I needed to get to sleep.

"Do you think I could grab a shower before we turn in?" I asked politely, as
Richard had finally wrapped up his conversation of various treatments for
injuries and closed the book.  He had left the couch and had gotten up and
headed into the kitchen for another beer, I had hardly touched my own beer
but he had been steadily taking sips from his bottle.

"Absolutely," Richard responded, "The water heater is really small, so if
you don't mind we should shower together to make the most of the water.  Then
we can drop your clothes in the washer--I always use cold water on my work
clothes to avoid setting stains."

For the second time that evening, I was startled, and I felt my dick throb into
action and had a semi hard-on within seconds.  My hands were already in my lap
so I felt fairly certain Richard couldn't see my reaction; as far as I could
tell, he wasn't looking at me anyway.

"What, is this some sort of fucking test?" I wondered to myself.  I felt my
cheeks redden yet again, but I decided to tough this out and prove to Richard
he wasn't going to be able to out me if that was what he was after.  After
the sense of surprise had passed, a certain amount of annoyance was coming
to the fore as well in my feelings which helped to calm my sexual response.

"Sure," I responded as casually as I could, "I once lived in a trailer that
had a 15 gallon water heater--really miserable."

"Yeah," Richard said, "I don't think this one is that small, but it isn't
a standard size for sure."

I sat for a few more minutes, watching the weather, and it turned out we had
an ice storm in progress, which really worsened my mood.  The prospect of
trying to get around on the next day when the streets had been glazed over
was already making me tense.

Richard finished his second beer.

"You ready for the shower?" he asked.

"Yep," I stood up.

"Let me grab some towels," Richard opened a small cabinet near the bathroom
and pulled a couple of towels out and held them out to me.

Richard walked into the bathroom, and I followed.  He was facing the tub
unit and pulled off his briefs, then he reached in and turned on the water
and adjusted it.  I pulled off my own underwear while he fiddled with the
water and set the towels he gave me on the lid of the toilet.  His ass was
so beautiful that I felt another dangerous twitch from my cock.

"Okay," Richard glanced back at me, "You get in first, here is the soap,
and there's shampoo and conditioner here."

I scooted in around Richard's body and stepped into the tub.  Richard
stepped in behind me.

Mindful of the short water supply, I quickly soaped down, shampooed my
hair, rinsed and then put a small amount of conditioner in my hair, and I
did all of that facing towards the showerhead.  I needn't have worried
though, my dick was behaving itself after the little scare I had and
remained flaccid.  I had had years of practice, after all, showering with
other guys at school and had always maintained my composure.  My testicles
were drawn up a bit, normal for me in a public situation such as the gang
showers in high school.

"Are you ready to switch places?" I asked.

"Yep, just let me get around ya here," Richard maneuvered his body around me,
touching me lightly and then stood facing me as he stood under the showerhead.

"Another test?" I thought to myself and sighed.  This guy is driving a hard
bargain!

As we were both in such close proximity I allowed myself to look over
Richard's body without staring.  Richard kept his eyes closed as he worked
on soaping down, and then he turned slightly to rinse and started on his
hair.

Richard's flat stomach had a slight treasure trail down to his pubic area--his
pubes appeared to have been lightly trimmed but still were natural looking.
Richard's penis was thick and full, with a prominent vein in the top of the
shaft, and he was circumcised like I was.  His scrotum was full and relaxed,
and swayed with his movements.  Richard gave every appearance of being calm
and relaxed, and I felt myself relax as well.

After Richard quickly rinsed his hair, I rinsed my hair as well as he stood
slightly to the side and by then the water was cooling quickly and it was
time to get out.  Our bodies were touching, upper areas only and there
was no sexual vibe.

"We managed that in the nick of time," Richard said while grinning at me
as we toweled off.

"You weren't joking about that water heater," I responded, "That's ridiculous
in this day and age."

"It is, what it is," Richard shrugged his shoulders.

Richard exited the bathroom, still toweling his hair.  I followed him as
Richard padded around the living room, still naked, putting books away and
he asked if I was done with my beer.

"Why don't you grab your clothes, and let's get them in the washer," Richard
suggested, "The shortest wash cycle is about 18 minutes and then we can
get them in the dryer."

I did as he suggested, I collected my underwear from the bathroom and put
them in the tub along with my jeans and work shirt.  Richard added the jeans
he had been wearing and his work shirt as well.  He added soap and conditioner
to a dispenser and started the cycle.

We sat on the couch again, still nude, and continued to watch the weather.
The house was growing cold, there was a weak electric furnace that was
running but it wasn't keeping up with the increasing cold.

"You don't have such a bad package yourself you know," Richard said with
a grin and a nod towards my crotch.

I blushed and felt my scrotum tighten a bit. "Yours is a bit bigger than
mine," I responded.  Even flaccid, Richard appeared to be sporting about
8 inches or so.

"Aw, size don't matter man, it's the motion of the ocean," Richard joked.

"I think you should sleep in my bed tonight, it will be warmer--that is,
if you don't mind," Richard said.

"Okay," I said.  I hadn't actually been looking forward to the couch all
night anyway.

"Now he's going to put some damn clothes on and get me some sleeping
shorts," I thought to myself.

But that didn't happen.  We continued to lounge about--Richard started
yet another beer...our clothes went into the dryer--which incidentally
helped to warm the house up a little.  When they were dry, it was nearly
midnight at this point and I was getting loopy I was so tired.

Richard suggested we get to bed and I gladly followed him into his bedroom.
He slipped under the bedclothes nude without commenting, so I followed
suit and he switched off a lamp by his side of the bed and within a few
moments he was lightly snoring.

I lay awake a few minutes longer and listened to Richard's regular
breathing.  I wondered to myself what Richard had been up to.  His actions
through the evening are not what I would have expected from a typical
straight male.  But other than the one remark concerning my "package,"
he had not made any overtly sexual remark, had not looked at me in any
sort of sexual way, had not touched me in a sexual way despite the fact
he had created situations where that activity could have taken place.

I drifted off to sleep and woke up the following morning when Richard
left the bed.  There was enough light in the room to see him fairly
clearly as he walked around the bed.  Of course I immediately glanced
down towards his crotch--couldn't help it--and saw he had a very good
sized erection going--my own dick immediately started to rise in
response.

Richard continued to the bathroom and I heard him urinating; he didn't
bother with shutting the door.  He washed his hands and returned to
the bedroom (his penis was now flaccid again) and started rummaging
around and pulling some clothes on.

I took this as my cue to get up, my penis was behaving again so I found
my clothes where I had left them folded the previous night and got dressed.

We chatted quietly as we got dressed, Richard made us some instant coffee
and toast, and soon it was time for me to get on my way.

Richard asked if I had slept well, and I said yes, I had slept deeply
and got some rest.  We shook hands and I got outside, got the car
started and after some scraping on the windshield I was on my way.  The
roads were not as bad as I feared and I got home just fine.

About three months later, Richard suddenly left the drive-in--just didn't
show up for work--which is rather typical for that kind of job.  Up until
the time he left, we chatted at work as usual, he asked me if I had been
performing the exercises, still wished we could find time to run and
work out together--which never happened--still spoke of his unhappy
marriage...never invited me over again...didn't say a word to me about
leaving his job...I never heard from him again.

If there is anyone out there who might have an explanation as to what was
going on that night--I'd welcome the input.  I've puzzled over this for
many years.  My email address in in the header above.

Sorry--I know this experience isn't exactly a typical jack-off story,
but I wanted to share and vent some of my frustrations.  Richard was
and still is an enigma to me and I am haunted by all the "what if's" that
could have happened that night.

What if--I had simply kissed him?  What if--I had grabbed his beautiful
cock in the shower?  What if--I had given him a blow job in his sleep?

Was he waiting for me to make a move?  Why wouldn't he make the first
move?  Was he afraid I wouldn't have welcomed an advance?

So many unanswered questions!

I have about four more stories to share from this time period of my life,
and none are as frustrating as this experience was.  So I can promise you
the next stories will not be a dead end as this one was.  Still, I hope
some found some enjoyment with reading it. Thanks for reading and I welcome
your comments and suggestions.

~*Finis*~