A SUMMER STORY

It was late morning when I awoke; one of those moist, sticky mornings that presage the sweltering heat of summer soon to come. I glanced at the still sleeping form curled up next to me on the bed. He was just as handsome this morning as I remembered him from last night. Blond hair curled damply on his high, clear forehead. A slight smile curved his rather full, pouting lips, making him look younger than his eighteen years, and more innocent in sleep than awake. The covers had been thrown to the floor during the night. I marveled again at the perfect symmetry of his golden body and the hugeness of his cock.

I crawled out of bed carefully so as not to wake him and went to the bathroom. A shower was definitely called for. Late morning sunshine slanted through the gold curtains bathing the bathroom in a bright yellow glow. I showered quickly. As I dried off in front of the full length door mirror, I examined myself with a critical eye. I could not detect an ounce of fat on my six-foot- two, muscular body. Deep, golden tan. Well defined pectorals. Flat, ridged stomach. Well hung. Long, lean legs. Not bad for a gay of twenty-nine, pressing thirty. Wide, wide shoulders tapering back to small waist. Firm, tight buttocks. Golden-brown haze of hair on chest, arms and legs—not to mention the thick patch from which my maleness hung. My reflection and I smiled at each other satisfied.

I draped the towel around my middle and went back to the bedroom My trick what the hell was his name? —still slept I looked down at his nude body once more, remembering the night’s passions. Damn, he was a horny little stud. I wondered, as I had last night, if he was a hustler. He sure as hell had all the qualifications. But, he had not said one word about money, even obliquely. Due to the rather public, and very delicate nature of my profession, I had often used the local ‘Male Escort’ service to procure tricks. This guy made those I had paid for seem drab by comparison.

My thoughts flashed back to last night, recalling vividly the sense of emotional failure, the starved feeling a hustler’s paid love could not satisfy, the ennui which had nudged me toward a reckless outing to the city’s gay bars. Three times, as I drove toward the Glory Hole, I almost chickened out and turned back toward the apartment. I had even hesitated standing at the very door of the bar In the end, I had entered, hanging back into the dark corners until my eyes adjusted to the darkness enough to check out every face in the place. At last, feeling safe among all these strange, unknown faces. I made my way to the bar and ordered. Drink in hand, I had hastily retreated once more to a dark corner, leaning against the wall and drinking in the sights and sounds of all this gay life teeming about me It had been a long, long lime since I had dared to be around so many gay people. My gaze traveled hungrily from body to body to body. There were so many hunky, desirable men my senses reeled.

A couple of hours and several drinks later, the tenseness, the watchfulness had drained out of me and I had stopped watching the door each lime someone came in, half expecting calamity. I was half high, I feeling no pain, when he came in. He. too, ordered at the bar and then retired to the wall away from the exciting press of bodies around the bar, as if he also sought anonymity like me. I was immediately intrigued. Rick, I snapped my fingers, that was his name. Rick. He was so handsome, so masculine, so desirable and showing such a big bulge at the c/otch I could not understand his action, unless he was a hustler. I had almost groaned at the thought, but was no less interested. And then, second and bigger surprise, he began inching along the wall toward me. I held my breath and hoped against hope.

“Hi,” he said in a quiet, pleasant voice.

“My name’s Rick. What’s yours?” he asked, holding out his hand.

“Joe. Nice to meet you,” I answered, turning to face him and shake hands.

“Don’t think I’ve seen you around before, Joe. You from out of town? Visiting or on business or something?”

“Well, no, actually. I live here in Dallas, as a matter of fact, just don’t go to the bars very often,” I explained, hoping he would not think me a snob or something and turn away.

“Oh,” he said, disappointment plain in his voice, “you have a lover. I should have known. A super good-looking guy like you wouldn’t be running around on the loose. Sorry, Joe. I’ll leave if you want.”

“No, no,” I laughed with relief, “no lover I live alone. Just don’t dig the bar scene very often.”

That seemed to satisfy him. At least, he did not mention the matter again. We talked for some time, and later went bar-hopping together before ending up here at my apartment in the early morning hours. Wow! What a night, or rather morning!

I wrapped a terry robe around myself, hanging the towel on a doorknob, and went to the kitchen. A minute later, the coffee pot was bubbling merrily and putting out a delicious aroma. As I had so many times in the past year, possibly because my thirtieth birthday was nearing, I began to wonder what it would be like to have a lover. I had always shied away from such emotional entanglements in the past. Although there were many reasons I had given myself, I knew the real reason was fear of being hurt. Now, however, I was becoming more and more inclined to a gay relationship. I caught myself considering the prospect of Rick as a lover.

He would not be hard to pass off among my straight friends and business associates. He did not look or act gay at all, except in bed. That thought brought on a rapid tingle of desire. I could feel my cock stretch at the thought of him in bed with me, again and again, for years. Then came the splash of cold water. What if he was a hustler? Last night might have just been a night off, so to speak-a busman’s holiday. The thought had barely formed before I dismissed it out of hand, refusing to consider it. The power of positive thinking, I smiled to myself. On the heels of that, a lusty picture from last night flashed to brilliant life in my brain.

I could almost see him kneeling between my wide spread legs again, his huge cock pounding in and out of me at the same time he bent over my crotch eating my thrusting manhood, The long, aching beauty of those moments when we were closed together in the almost unbearable pleasure of shared passion leaped to reality in my mind again. My cock throbbed to hardness instantly “Down, you greedy bastard,” I said aloud to myself with a laugh. “Weren’t the five times last night enough for you?” I pushed the tented hardness under my robe down.

“That’s no way to treat such a valiant soldier.”

I spun around, blushing, at Rick’s voice. He stood on the other side of the bar separating the kitchen from the living room, a wide, white-toothed grin on his face. I smiled back. My eyes traveled down from his handsome, grinning face across his wide shoulders, deep, golden haired chest. Hat stomach and came to a gasping stop at the huge erection thrusting out from the golden tangle of his pubic hair.

“Seems your soldier is as greedy as mine.” I croaked, suddenly hoarse, but managing to raise my eyes back to his face. He walked around the end of the bar and stood just inches from me, completely nude Damn, he was the most desirable hunk of man I had ever seen, bar none. His huge cock swayed from side to side as he walked. Heavily veined shaft topped by a perfectly molded head. Beautiful, like every other detail of his perfect body. He dropped a heavy hand on each of my shoulders, gently pushing down. I looked deeply into his happy-sad eyes for a long searching moment, then sank to my knees in front of him.

I took him into my mouth slowly, savoring the taste of him. It was almost an act of worship. It was certainly an act of love, more than just the physical gratification it had always been before. Deeper, more meaningful, for me, anyway. I wished it would last forever, a never ending sex act. An impossible dream. I surrendered myself to the thrilling sensations pounding into me. Rick’s body was quivering in mounting ecstasy to me every use of him, my every touch, my every movement on him. My own cock was throbbing energetically, with a demanding life of its own.

Rick’s fingers suddenly closed with a vice-like grip on my shoulders and he arched toward me, sinking himself all the way deep into me. I only had time to pull his hips forward so that he was sunk deep in my throat before he began to quiver and throb his sweet seed to me. His passion was an overflowing flood tide that I received with joy. He pulled me into his arms and held me tightly. We stood that way, pressed close to each other for a long time. Suddenly, I felt his hand begin to move from my back to grasp my eager hardness; stroking me to even greater excitement. I vibrated like a plucked string at the touch of his expert caresses. He opened my robe to expose my cock and sank down on me. The hot, moist touch of his mouth closing around me sent me spiralling out of control. As much as I wished to hold back, to make it last, I could not Groans of fulfillment ripped from my throat aS I fountained my passion into him. Afterwards, we cleaned up, taking a shower together—another new thrill; I had never showered with another guy before.

We then dressed and returned to the bar for the coffee which was now ready.

“You sure do brew a mean cup of Java,” Rick smiled, smacking his lips in appreciation. ”The best ever. You better be careful, man. or you’ll have me hanging around here every morning wanting more.”

“Coffee!” I grinned. We laughed together. “Seriously, though, you’ll always be welcome. Kind of like the idea, really,” I said lightly, but meaning every word. “By the way, do you have any plans? For today? Thought we might spend it here.”

“No. I hadn’t planned anything for today. But I wouldn’t want to put you out.”

“Not a chance. I want to have you spend the day. Want us to get to know each other better. I want us to become friends. Hope you’ll spend the night, too.,if you will.”

“Sounds great. I’d like that, if you’re sure you want me.”

“You know I want you —very much.”

We spent the day in various stages of undress; talking, making love, having sex, and getting to know each other, listening to music, drinking coffee, more sex and more love making filled the day. When I said it was about time for us to go to dinner. Rick asked if there was anything to cook in the kitchen. He wanted to cook for me. It was a favorite hobby of his. he explained. I was all for it. As a matter of fact, I could hardly hide my elation. And he was a fantastic cook, I mixed drinks while he cooked, sitting at the bar after handing his to him and watching him cook. After eating, we mixed another batch of drinks.

“Better not have too many of these if we’re going out,” I said. “Don’t want to get too loaded.”

“Why don’t I mix another batch?” he asked, “and we’ll forget about going out. unless you really want to go out to the bars.”

“I was hoping you might say that, but thought you would prefer to go out.”

“With a good looking stud like you, Joe, I’d be crazy to want to go out, Hell, someone might take you away from me.” My heart gave a sudden lurch. “I’ve been looking for you too long. Now that I’ve found you, I want to hold onto you, all to myself, as long as I can.” His happy-sad eyes bored into mine earnestly. “Okay?” he finished.

“You better know it. As far as I’m concerned. we don’t need anyone else.” I said, tears pressing behind my eyeballs. “Baby, you’re all I want.”

We folded into each other’s arms, kissing and whispering, that next batch of drinks forgotten. Later, much later, we went to bed.

And, Rick stayed.

May become June and still we were together, as happy as that first day. July and August passed the same way. I had never imagined that I could be so happy. All I needed or wanted was Rick. Each day I rushed home from work, my heart singing with love and fresh desire. Love without end. Invitations, both business and from friends, were turned down without excep tion. I was not ready to share Rick with anyone. Nor was I willing to spend a second away from him that I did not absolutely have to. Neither of us wished to go to the gay bars. As a matter of fact, the only place we went outside the apartment was my lake cabin. We were completely alone there, too.

One day in early September, I came home to an empty apartment. Rick was gone. I ran from room to room calling his name, at first thinking that it was a game, that he was hiding from me. It was no game. He was gone. The apartment was empty. There is no way to describe the despair, the emptiness I felt. Could I go on without him? I had not realized until that day just how very, very much I loved him and needed him. He had become an almost inseparable part of my life, as dear and necessary as the heart that pumped my life’s blood through my veins.

I sank down on the couch, buried my face in my hands and cried for the first time since I could remember, great, racking sobs shattering me. At last, a small measure of control returned, mainly because there were no tears left. I was dry. I rose like an automaton, walked to the liquor closet and mixed a stiff drink. A tiny core of sanity in my brain told me this was not the answer, would not even help. Intellectually, I knew this. Still, I wanted oblivion. I would deal with reality tomorrow; I could not now. I downed the drink in a gulp. And a second. And a third. I was mixing a fourth when I heard the front door bang open and close. I turned dully from the bar, my liquor-hazed mind too slow to realize the implications. Rick stood just within the door, his happy-sad eyes taking in the scene.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” he asked, rushing to me.

“Where have you been?” I asked dumbly, the words slurring.

“You’re drunk,” Rick said in amazement.

“You didn’t answer my question,” I said. “I went out and got a job today. I didn’t feel right staying with you unless I could take care of my share of things,” he said slowly. “But, what’s wrong?”

“I love you so much, Rick. I came home. You were gone. I thought you had left me.”

He came to me then, pulling me rough-gentle into his embrace.

“I don’t ever plan to leave you. You’re mine: I’m yours. That’s the way it’s always going to be, baby.”

And that is the way it has been.