Finding Mr. Right or Mr. Right Now

It was a normal weekday and I needed groceries. I headed to the local supermarket with list in hand. I tend to not follow my list and get what I can remember and then check the list before I checkout. I was finishing up and checked my list and saw I needed baby carrots. I headed back to the produce department and noticed some muffins that looked good in the bakery.

I was choosing the muffins, which weren’t on my list, when I saw a pair of jeans stopped across from me. I say a pair of jeans because that is what was in my view. These jeans just happened to be filled out to the max by a man. No boy would fill those jeans. They weren’t any designer jeans with fancy stitching either, just Levi 501. As the jeans passed the rear view was as good or better than the front.

I just got a passing glance, but I am sure my mouth was hanging open by the sight. I looked up and saw a khaki zip up jacket with a plaid shirt under it. The clothes stopped opposite me, and I dared to look up. There was a bald pate and a face like Patrick Stewart. There was a pair of piercing blue eyes that looked at me as I was obviously checking him out.

He had a knowing look and a half smile half smirk on his face. His eyes pierced into my depths, and I felt like a raw steak in front of a pack of hungry hounds. I nodded to him, and he barely acknowledged my nod with a slight dip of his head. I walked on to the produce department and got my carrots.

I had completed my purchases and was headed to checkout. I noticed him checking out in the same self-service area. I rang up and headed out to my car. I opened the back and was putting bags in the storage area when I heard someone come up. I looked over and recognized the clothes and then the man. He spoke as he approached. He said hey and I looked him up and then down and back to those eyes and said hey.

He said he was dying for a cup of coffee and wondered if I wanted to join him. I told him I had groceries that needed to be put up but had good coffee at my house. He laughed and said how about a rain check. I told him I was a few blocks away and would meet him at Starbucks in 10 minutes. He said meet you there. I put my groceries in the refrigerator in the garage and headed to Starbucks. He was sitting at a table in the corner, and I went to the register and ordered coffee. I got my coffee and went to the table where he was sitting.

I asked him if he had been waiting long and he said he just sat down when I got there. I sat and saw the name on his cup. I said hello Allyn it is nice to meet you and he said oh and noticed my name on the cup and said I guess you are Jay. I said you can’t have secrets if your name is on your drink. He said, I have secrets you couldn’t imagine.

I smiled and said you too. I would like to discover some, maybe not all, but a few of them. He laughed and said maybe you can find out a few. I asked him if he was local or visiting and he said he had just moved to our town and was wanting to meet some people. I told him I knew a few. I wasn’t a local, I only lived here 30 some odd years.

I noticed as we talked his interest was focused on me. I didn’t have the raw steak feeling any more, but I felt I had his focus. We finished our coffee and I told him I lived in the neighborhood and would be glad to see him again. He said he wanted to see more of me. I gave him my contact link and he gave me his. I told him I was busy that evening but would like to see him tomorrow afternoon. He said he was free tomorrow.

I texted him the following day and said we could meet for coffee at the Starbucks. He replied great, how about 2. I replied with a thumbs up and got ready. I slipped into the shower to freshen up and put on my jeans and a black t-shirt. I slipped on brown boots and a grey jacket.

When I got to Starbucks the place was covered up with college students. I saw him standing in line outside the door and rolled my window down. I told Allyn to get in and he said he would follow me. We went to a coffee shop downtown that had no parking, but good coffee. I parked in a lot, and he parked in the same lot. Downtown, 2 pm isn’t a great time for parking. He followed me to the coffee shop, and we ordered coffee.

We took our drinks to a table and sat down. I asked him how he was doing, and he said he hadn’t slept well. I told him I was sorry and that I hoped he wasn’t sick. He said he wasn’t ill just had a lot on his mind. I told him I hoped he got better, and he smiled and looked at me and said things were looking up.

We talked about life, work and events. He said he was retired from teaching college. He taught Biology and had a PhD in Botany. His major study was pecan trees. His interest in the area was the extensive groves of pecan trees in the area. I told him I knew how to prepare a pecan pie and had picked pecans many times. Picking pecans is cracking and removing the pecans from the shell. Pecans are picked up from under the trees.

He said pecan pie would be good with coffee. I said I would have to make one and have him over. He blushed and smiled at me silently. I told him I had a hot tub at home, and it would be good for relaxing him and maybe he would sleep better after a soak. Surprisingly he said that sounded nice. I told him my address, and he said he got it with my contact info I sent him.

I headed home and Allyn followed me. He parked in the driveway behind me, and I let him in through the garage. He said he need to use the facilities, and I pointed out the bathroom. I went out the back door and removed the cover from the hot tub. I heard him approach as I finished up and started the bubbles. He said he didn’t have a suit and I told him it was a suit free hot tub.

I quickly stripped and slid into the tub. Allyn followed suit and got in beside me. My hot tub is a three-seater. It is perfect for two and ok for three. He said this was nice. I asked him if he would like a glass of wine and he said sure. I had to get up and out by climbing over him. I went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of cabernet sauvignon. I brought them out to the tub and asked if red was ok, he said fine. I handed him out drinks and got back in. he handed me my drink and we sipped our wine. The bubbles shut off and we got out. I had towels on the table next to the tub and we dried. I told him I needed to rinse the chlorine off and he said he would join me. We went to the shower and rinsed off. I soaped his back, and he did mine. I bent and kissed him. He tasted of wine and coffee. He kissed me back and hugged me to him.

I invited him to the bedroom, and he said he didn’t want to go too fast. I reached down and told him his dick was saying something else. I dropped to my knees in the shower and took his ample dick into my eager mouth. He had a dense cover of hair on his body which he trimmed short. His dick and balls were shaved, and his dick grew thicker as I lavished his dick. I slipped a finger up his ass as I was swallowing his shaft. He groaned deeply as my finger penetrated his hole.

I brought him to a climax quickly and felt his hole spasm against my finger with is ejaculation. He looked down at me and looked disappointed. I asked him if he was alright, and he said he was wonderful. I stood and kissed him again. This time he tasted his cum in my mouth. I felt his hand engulf my shaft as we kissed. He worked my foreskin across my knob expertly. I tried to hold back, but his ministrations were too much. I shot onto the floor of the shower.

We got out and dried off. I asked him if he wanted more wine and he said that would be nice. We headed to the den, and he sat on the couch in a towel, and I retrieved our glasses and refilled them. I sat next to him my towel was on the floor. We sipped our wine and I reached over and kissed him deeply. We sat our glasses down and his towel opened. He reached for my stiffening dick as we kissed. His mouth worked my mouth expertly. A good kisser is a great find.

Allyn looked over and saw the time. He said he had to go. I stood up and kissed him and said I had a great time. He said he did too and thanked me for the wine. He left through the front door, and I went back to the den.

For the next few days, I didn’t hear from Allyn. I wondered what was up and I texted him and asked if he wanted coffee and pecan pie. He replied he was busy and would be free the next day. I said how about two at my place and he replied he would be there.

I had pie ready and made a pot of coffee at two. Allyn didn’t get there until nearly 2:30. I told him I was beginning to worry about him, and he said he didn’t get away until late. I offered him pie and coffee and we sat at the kitchen table and ate. He told me he was debating whether to come or not. I told him I was glad he did. He asked if we could talk, really talk. I said sure I was all ears.

Allyn said he just got out of a relationship with a younger man. That he left Allyn for a younger man. It is ironic he was in a relationship with a man 20 years younger than he was for 20 years and then at 40 he decided he wanted a 20-year-old.

I told him I wanted a partner who was my age to grow old together, not a party boy. Losing a partner is very hard and finding a new on is scary. I said the best bet is to go into the field and start living. He said he was trying but was afraid of making a mistake, or even worse finding Mr. Right. I told him how about Mr. Right Now?

He laughed and said that sounds like a plan. I stood up and started to clear the table. He placed his hand on my hand as I reached for his cup. He asked how about dessert? I said pie, and he said not food, dessert.

We somehow made it to my king-sized bed. Our clothes were scattered between the kitchen and my bed. I held him close, and we kissed like we were in a race to see who would get the most of the other’s tongue the deepest down the other’s throat. We kept kissing and he started feeling my body. Exploring every nook and bump on my body. He asked me if I shaved my body and I said I was naturally devoid of much body hair. He said he was the opposite. I smiled and said I see.

We fooled around in the bed tasting each other’s bodies and familiarizing each other’s wants and desires. We both got off, but no sex per se happened. We licked and tickled and jacked each other to climax, but no oral or big picture stuff. I laid on top of him my dick softening on his belly as we kissed. Somehow, the hair on his belly got under my foreskin and the leftover cum acted like glue so when I rolled off him, I ripped a few hairs with me.

He laughed and said ouch. I apologized and he said it was fine.

We showered and headed to the den. I sat on the couch and looked over at him. He sat there and smiled that smirky half smile. I knew then this was the start. The start of what, I don’t know…