A Simple Man

1.

Vince could have mown the lawn himself, of course. But the young Puerto Rican guy knocked on the door and asked if he could do it, and the idea was intriguing. The kid had a fine body, with slim hips and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. A little short, which was just fine, as it made his muscles pop and it made it easy to imagine dominating him in bed. Vince was tall enough for them both, if it came to that.

The area had changed a lot since Vince grew up there. It had once been all Italians, in single family homes, a little small and too close to the street. The Puerto Ricans moved in, and then later the Korean and Somali families and then it became really mixed. Some of the older families didn’t like it, but Vince did. It was more interesting this way. The sounds of the languages, the smell of the spices wafting from kitchens you’d pass walking down the street of the working class neighborhood. 

And everyone wasn’t related to everyone else dating back to some village in the old country, so someone wasn’t always up in your business. It was nice to have some anonymity, and to be free of his own past, and the weight of others’ expectations. It was liberating.

Besides, the American Dream, right? Immigration and diversity made the US stronger and better. Not one of the guys he grew up who bitched about it were more than two generations off the boat themselves.

Vince wasn’t a young man anymore, just over 50. He knew it, and he was nobody’s fool, not even his own. In keeping with his new status, he kept his black hair short, nearly shaved, and let his beard scruff come in a little more full. There was gray in it, but it enhanced the masculine cut of his jawline against his darker skin. He wore suitable henleys and polo shirts, snug enough to flatter him, and the occasional white tank top.

He didn’t feel old, or look it. He was as fit as guys half his age - not the desperate overworked fit he’d sometimes see on the guys who tried too hard. He’d always been into sports and had a gift for anything physical, so it wasn’t hard to stay in shape. He had good muscular definition, a little more heft than in his youth, in fact, and a 30-inch waist still rode loose on his flat belly and hips.

He’d see some of the guys he used to run with and how soft and tired they looked, and he felt ashamed for them if they weren't sensible enough to feel it themselves. Guys who used to be peak male specimens but had gone to seed. Get some exercise, get a decent haircut, Vince wanted to tell them. Wear something suited to you and to the times. You used to look so good I half wanted to fuck you myself, and that was when I was on the pussy diet.

There was no shame in aging, but they were stuck in the past, with their oldies and classic rock music, moaning about how much better things used to be. Vince thought what that really meant was back before all their privilege was questioned. He’d been more or less that way himself, just a dumb young jock, and the things he once thought and said he took no pride in. But he’d learned better, and if he could there was no reason they couldn’t too.

He supposed the thing that helped him to loosen up about everything else was getting more flexible about sex. He’d been as much a hound for pussy as any of his peers, more if he was honest about it. But as he got older he came to appreciate the desire of other men for him. It was easier than the complicated feelings of women, whose passions were mixed with interest for a companion or husband, and Vince was pretty damn happy with his single life. 

When he became aware of the clues of lust from other guys for him, mostly younger guys, he began to see it everywhere. At gas stations, grocery stores, the gym, even on the job. It created a lot of opportunities, and he appreciated them, and took them up often. He was a simple man in that way.

He didn’t consider himself gay or bi. Nothing had changed in his own desire, just his comfort in how he used his body and how he pleasured it. He’d jerked off in his own fist many times but that didn’t make him attracted to hands. If there was anything he knew well it was his own body, and fucking guys was just using it a different way, like learning a new sport, no matter how much he loved baseball.

Desire, he came to think, was like a bridge. Even if he could only go thirty percent of the way, there were guys - hot young guys, jocks like he once was - who could cover the other seventy percent to be with him. And when it was done they could part like men, without expectation of anything more. He’d be left free for the history books he liked, some work, games with the guys. He was a little like a panther, he supposed, solitary by nature, except to breed. 

2.

The front yard, like all the others on the streets in the neighborhood, was practically postage stamp sized. But when the young guy mowing it let Vince know everything was done, he could see it was a spot-on job. The grass looked as trim and fresh as the soft fur on the kid’s lower belly, leading down into his pants. 

He wore a black tank top that rode a little high, and jeans that rode a little low, giving Vince a tantalizing view of his Adonis belt, not as defined as Vince’s, but eye-catching, and the elastic waistband of his briefs, black against his olive skin. He wondered if the kids knew how his body looked to others. 

He was sweaty from the job, and there were bits of grass stuck to the damp skin of his arms and shoulders, and even his neck. Vince could imagine flicking it off with his tongue, and then diving into the kid’s sweaty pits.

“Everything looks good,” Vince said. “Sorry, I never asked your name.”

“Luke,” said the guy.

Vince chuckled. What was he expecting? Miguel? Jose? For all the progress he prided himself on, he still had some dumb ass expectations.

Luke looked at him quizzically.

“It’s nothing,” said Vince, fishing his wallet out of his shorts back pocket. “I was just expecting something else.” They made eye contact. “Sometimes I’m a dumbass. Please excuse me.”

Luke licked his lips. They were full and smooth, and when he licked them that way they went a little pale for barely a second until the blood surged into them again.

“Sixty okay?” Vince asked. It was plenty for an hour and a half’s work he could have done in half the time himself. But it wasn’t the kid’s fault Vince wanted to enjoy the scenery. And one of the advantages of being older was having a little more financial cushion to blow money on thighs you didn’t need, but enjoyed.

“Is there anything else you, uh, want done?” asked the kid. Luke. He put his hands in his back pockets, which made his shoulders look even better and his chest more pronounced. Vince did like a good tit, and these were choice.

“Well it looks like you already did the edging,” Vince replied, which was literally true, but had other meanings he wondered if Luke would get.

Vince had no interest in luring the kid in. There were plenty enough guys who knew themselves and knew what they wanted. That was most of the point of getting with guys, the directness of it. But the kid seemed to want to linger.

He could come up with some other made up work, but it seemed a little ridiculous to have the kid just put a gloss on tasks Vince had completed himself. So he tried a different tack instead.

“Do you want to come in? Have something to drink. You look hot.”

“Yeah,” Luke said with a smile. His teeth were white against his lips, and his face looked more lively when he smiled. “That would be great.”

3.

Inside Vince offered Luke a few choices, tap or mineral water or a beer, which Luke said he’d like. As he turned at the waist to select one he thought he could see the kid’s head turn to catch the sight of his midsection.

“You’re old enough to drink, right?” Vince asked, opening a bottle that perspired in his hand. 

“Oh yeah,” Luke replied. 

Vince held out the bottle, and when Luke grasped it, Vince held it for a moment longer than necessary for the exchange, connecting them and demonstrating some control.

“I wouldn’t want to give a minor anything they couldn’t handle,” Vince said. And it was true He liked them young. A lot. But not that young. It wasn’t just a matter of law. It was creepy and pathetic too.

“I’m a senior in college,” Luke said. “I’m 22.”

But an adult - even a very young adult - that was another matter. By the time Vince was that age he’d fucked around plenty. He’d almost gotten married by then, but thank God that fell through. He’d have been a shit husband and a worse father.

“What are you studying?”

“Economics,” replied Luke. 

“Oh yeah?” asked Vince. “That’s an interesting field.”

He’d never gone to college himself, but was a big reader.

Luke sipped at his beer in a way that told Vince the kid wasn’t much of a drinker. He maybe just wanted to show that he wasn’t a literal kid, or that he had some adult tastes.

Luke looked around the house. “Nice place,” he said. “Real airy.”

Vince nodded. It was true, he liked to keep things light and uncluttered.

“My moms place is like a hoarder lives there,” Luke said. “But I’m just staying for the summer. Saving some money.”

Vince felt miserly for the pittance he’d paid Luke. “You’re going to be there for a while, mowing lawns.” He reached for his wallet to pull out two more bills.

“What?” said a startled Luke. “Oh no. I have a job, I do a little programming.”

“Economics and programming too? The lawn work’s just a weekend gig?” Vince chuckled. 

Fuck this kid was handsome and had a good vibe too. 

“Oh no,” Luke laughed. “Not really. I just always, uh, liked your house.”

“Oh yeah?”

“When I was a kid I used to see you mowing the lawn.”

Vince, if pressed, would have to admit he didn’t really track all the comings and goings in the neighborhood since it changed. Not like when he was a kid, when he’d grown up playing basketball and baseball with just about every other boy, and was related in some way or another to half of them. Now families came and went, kids grew up and they were all a little interchangeable.

“I liked watching you.” Luke looked away for a moment, and then back to Vince. He had handsome eyebrows, thick and glossy black. “A lot.”

“Oh,” Vince replied.

4.

Vince wasn’t insensitive to being come on to. In fact he had learned to be watchful for it, it happened often enough if you had your eyes open, and he enjoyed it. He knew how he looked. But he wasn’t expecting it with this hot kid standing there with him in his own home, Vince in his shorts and snug polo shirt. 

“How long have you lived in the neighborhood?”

“Since I was 12.” Luke laughed. “You didn’t notice.”

“I’m older,” Vince said. And he didn’t pay attention to actual kids. “Things start to blur.”

“Not too old,” Luke said. “I used to see you mowing the lawn, all shirtless and shit. You were really fit.” He cleared his throat. “I mean you still are.”

“Is there something you’re trying to say, Luke?” asked Vince. He could feel them easing into it now, and he liked that feeling almost best of all, building that bridge to each other with a little more confidence with each new step. “You can tell me. It’s probably nothing I haven’t heard before.”

“I used to, uh, jerk off sometimes after seeing you like that. You always had this, like, air about you. Like you were confident but not too cocky about it.”

“That’s very flattering,” Vince said. “Thank you. I guess we all have our things we outgrow.”

“Well,” Luke shrugged. “I kind of still do.”

Hmmm. Contact.

“Maybe you could show me the rest of your place,” Luke suggested. He took a good swig of his beer.

It was a small house, Vince could point out most of it from where they stood - the tidy living room with a TV and bookshelves, the rarely used dining room, the modest kitchen Vince had refinished himself, his protein powders lined up on the counter, everything in its place.

“Then there’s the bathroom,” he said to Luke, leaning into the hallway to open the door to the immaculately clean space, then crossing the hall to open another door. “And this would be the bedroom.”

Like everything else in Vince’s home, the bedroom was tidy, the bed made with army corners, as they were called, the sheets and bedspread taut, the overhead windows open to let in a breeze and the sounds of the neighbors.

Luke set his back against the wall, now more clearly inviting Vince to kiss him, which he did.
He rested his hands on the kid’s hips, turned his head to get level with Luke’s, and let their tongues snake around each other’s. Another favorite moment of Vince’s, after the initial tease and the confirmation of mutual desire, however matched or uneven it might be, the first kiss.

Luke’s hands roamed Vince’s body, feeling at his sides and chest, running his hands under his shirt to feel the fur there. Vince’s hands were eager too, roaming Luke’s muscled torso, the firm but still plush pillows of his chest, rolling down the incline of his abs to the mound in his jeans. 

“Fuck, you feel good,” Vince rasped into Luke’s ear, followed by a flick of his tongue, making the boy shudder.

“I want you to fuck me,” Luke gasped.

I know, kid, thought Vince. I know.

He nodded to the bed, and the kid peeled off his black tank top, dropping it on the floor, and dropping his jeans after them. It made Vince’s mouth water to see that hot body reveal itself.

Luke got on the bed, and as he stripped out of his briefs, Vince pulled his polo shirt over his head, Luke’s eyes on him, unbuttoned his shorts, letting them slide down. He climbed into the bed and on top of Luke’s, letting his body settle onto his guest.

They kissed and Luke smiled with the delight you only get from a long held fantasy being realized.

“Fuh-uck,”Vince chuckled, “you really do feel so fucking good. You look amazing too.”

He kissed Luke’s neck, and ground his hips so their cocks rubbed together between their flat, firm bellies, asserting just a little dominance in the moment.

Vince rolled onto his back, to invite the kid to take a turn at whatever he wanted, and the kid took Vince’s cock in his hand to stroke while they kissed.  He stopped now and then to look over Vince’s body. He was muscled, his skin tanned to a warm ruddy hue, except for the area covered by his summer shorts, the waistline lower than it needed to be. The deep russet color of his tan made the white hairs coming in on his chest more striking.

Luke dropped down to put Vince’s cock in his mouth and let his saliva lube it up, working it with his plush lips. He did a good job, not a newbie but not an expert yet. Vince helped guide his head with his hand, not forcing it, just a little gentle pressure, which Luke responded to by sucking more and stroking his on dick.

Vince pulled Luke’s hungry mouth from his dick to get up on his knees to survey the territory. 

“You’re so hot,” he said to Luke, and it was true. Luke had that young downy body hair and pink nipples, and a big swollen cock,darker than the rest of his skin, and nice balls in a trim bush.

Luke tried to get to Vince’s cock again, but Vince playfully stopped him, bending over to kiss the kid again. He was such a good kisser and as much as the idea of cumming in that mouth appealed, there was more to do.

He broke away to get between Luke’s legs and pulled them up to expose his pucker. He smiled at the kid and sighed, his cock fully erect and precumming. Fucking a guy wasn’t his first nature, but like learning a second language it just took a little extra effort.

He built up some saliva in his mouth and dropped down to lick and tongue Luke’s hole, eliciting long soft groans from the kid. “Oh my god,” the kid moaned, clutching at the bedspread.

It had taken Vince a while to get over this particular mental hurdle with guys. He’d always eaten pussy, of course. Men’s asses were another thing. At first it seemed just, well, polite. If you were going to fuck a guys ass you ought to do the courtesy of eating him out a little first. He steeled himself and did it dutifully, like he would a woman. Not everything translates literally across the sexes.

After he did it a few times and realized how his tongue could draw out the long slow groans he got more into it. And when he realized how much easier his efforts there would make it to get his prick up into that sweet velvety ass… well, that was the clincher. Now he could eat ass all day, He could destroy this boy’s hole with his tongue alone.

Luke wanted to get up on his knees, and Vince let him, so they were face to face, kissing again, Luke more assertively this time. Their dicks rubbed together and Vince wrapped his fist around them so they could slide together.

Luke kissed his neck and his mouth traced down to his chest, sucking his nipples, making Vince leak more precum.

Luke looked up. “You have a beautiful chest, man.”

It was true, Vince knew it. But it was good to feel appreciated.

Luke dropped lower, kissing Vince’s abs and even tonguing belly button in his six pack abs, then going down on Vince’s cock again, more vigorously this time, swallowing Vince whole, his lips pressed to the hairy root.

“Fuu-uck!” Vince exclaimed, feeling the head of his cock nestle in the kid’s throat, being brutally teased with every swallow.

5.

Luke pushed Vince down his ass, and then on his back and climbed up on him. 

Vince did like how much more assertive guys were. He didn’t mind being treated like a piece of meat. He didn’t mind it one bit, as his rigid hardon attested.

Luke spat in his hand and ran it up and down his hole, preparing to straddle Vince.

“Hold on buddy,” Vince said. He reached into his side table drawer and pulled out a handy lube bottle. He wasn’t opposed to spit as lube - it was tempting as fuck, in fact. But he didn’t have the easiest cock to take, and unless the kid really liked it rough, a little lube would make it better, and he wanted the kid to enjoy this. He smeared his dick and let Luke climb up onto him.

His cock sank into Luke’s hole like a long sweet journey, with a warm homecoming as he reached full depth. It was a good way to let a less experienced bottom take him too, so the kid could control the speed and depth. 

“Jesus Christ,” he moaned, his hands and eyes running up Luke’s torso, admiring the V shape from his shoulders to waist, the smooth skin and supple muscle. “You feel so fucking good.”

Luke licked his lips, holding himself up with on hand on Vince’s chest, using the other for balance as he rose up and came back down again, fucking himself on Vince’s erection. He didn’t seem to need much help, but Vince was happy to throw a thrust up into him.

It was fun but Vince was really enticed to fuck now, and he wanted ore leverage. He flipped them over, working to stay in the kid, teasing some laughter from them both, and then he was on top of him. He pulled Lukes legs up over his shoulders and pushed into him to plow his sweet tender ass.

“Oh fuck me,” groaned Luke.

Oh I’m gonna, thought Vince.

Vince wrapped arms around the kid’s head so they could kiss while he fucked him, letting his cock slide almost out of Luke and then plunge in again. In this position Vince’s rough and furry chest rubbed up against Luke’s soft smooth skin, Luke’s dick grinding against Vince’s flat belly.

“You’re beautiful,” Vince said, between wet raspy kisses.

“Fuck me,” begged Luke again. There was nothing like the look of pleasure this intense on a young man’s face. 

“You got it buddy,” Jo said.

He felt himself getting close sooner than he’d have expected, probably because the kid was just so gorgeous and eager for it, so Vince pulled out of Luke. He left the kid writhing and reaching down to grab for Vince’s slicked cock to get it back into him. Once Vince gave a good fucking it was amazing how its seemed to leave an ache of emptiness when he pulled out. 

“Get back in me,” Luke pleaded.

Vince smiled as he turned the kid over, to climb onto his back. He slid in faster and easier, and when he hit home Luke let out a low whimpermoansigh.  God it felt so good in him again, where it was so fucking heated and slick.  Vince slid his cock in and nearly out, slow and then faster. 

He loved the kissing, but on the kid’s back he could give him a harder more animal fuck. He put his full weight on Luke, wrapping his hands around the top of his head, holding him in place, and  nuzzling his mouth against the kid’s ear and just let his hips go, fucking like he loved to do, driving deep and humping as the kid let out loud groans of pleasure.

They’d be done soon, and Vince wanted to fuck good and hard while it lasted. He slid fingers into Lukes mouth which the kid sucked, his eyes closed like he was lost in his own head. His ass was so pillowy plush as Vince’s hips slammed into it, making the kid groan so loud Vince had to cover his mouth to muffle the sound. The neighbors were too close and the windows were all open. But he was so close now.

Vince was in his own moment, just fucking a wet hole, dominating it and the body it belonged to, like he could because he could. And what a sweet body it belonged to. Holy fuck, that was heady.

He reached under Luke to clutch at his chest and then down his belly to get a fist around the kid’s erection. It was part of Vince’s training with women that you get them off first, always, every time. He knew guys were different, but it was still a point of pride. 

“Come on,” he said “Come on boy.”

His hips bucked into Luke who gasped “You’re fucking it out of me!”

The kid made deep animal grunts as he reached his limit, and though Vince wasn’t inexperienced it was still a thrill to know his cock prodded those fucking sounds. He felt the kid’s cock grow more rigid and it spewed hot cum onto the bed, coating Vince’s hand with it. 

As Luke’s guts contracted around Vince’s thick cock he felt his erection swell suddenly, and with the sound of the kid’s grunts in his ears his load gushed into Luke’s soft insides. “Fuck, Fuuuck,” he groaned. 

He pulled out though he was still more than half hard. With a more experienced man he’d have stayed in longer, for the cozy post fuck comfort of it, but he was sure the kid couldn’t take too much more of Vince in his ass like that now that he’d cum.

They lie together on their backs, Vince tracing with his finger the last stream of cum leaking from Luke’s semi onto his smooth belly. Another man’s cum was still something he didn’t have his head - much less his mouth - around. But he was learning.

Vince never felt so in his own body as after a good fuck. And he liked the temporary presence of another body in his bed, at his side. Especially one as hot as Luke’s. They kissed more deeply, if not as frenzied, as they had earlier.

“I used to wish we’d do this,” Luke said.”But I always figured you were straight. And I was… I was kind of fat.”

“Well you got over that,” Vince laughed. “So did I.”

“You grew up here too?”

He did, Vince replied. They’d both grown up in the same neighborhood, but a different one too. When he was a kid there was a little bakery that sold cannoli and these little room temperature pizzas he loved. There’s a bodega there now that has ready made mapo dofu, and pasteles and those pernil sandwiches and what a shame it would be to miss out on those.

“It used to be so simple,” Luke sighed.

Vince didn’t like to play the older man card. It was usually wrong anyway.

The pace of change seems slow at first, he would have said otherwise, but it accelerates, and it’s relentless. You’ve just got to keep up, or be faster, if you can.

But nothing ages you more than telling younger people about life. And with this handsome kid right there beside him, what a waste of their time together on an easy afternoon.

He eyed Luke’s semi, and thought this could be his time to have a guy cum in his mouth. The kid smiled at him. He touched Luke's hole again and slid two fingers in, while his tongue probed Lukes mouth.

There was so much more to do.

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