Jack stared at the tepid liquid, knowing that once more things had changed. Maybe Dustin was right, maybe he should just forget about his expectations, just enjoy the moment and fuck like there was no tomorrow. Maybe then he'd not be sitting here in a bar, alone, drowning his sorrows, wasting his hard earned money.

He was a good catch, least he thought so. Yet it seemed that no one else he was attracted to agreed. That rather hurt, yet in all honesty, he knew they were wrong. It wasn't being arrogant either, it was just that he had standards. Maybe those he associated with had other standards, but how could you just go from one guy to another?

He liked the idea of just being comfortable enough to not have to act horny. When he was, he hoped his partner would be too, but so what if he wasn't? Not like sex was all that two people could share. Least he didn't think so, and it wasn't like he was some old fart either. Maybe his prime was indeed past, but he could still party and workout with the best of them.

So what if he was 30, he still had the body he had when eighteen. His hair might be a bit shorter, but he didn't spend his days at the beach, he worked for a living. It wasn't like he was some desk jockey either. He was out on the site, moving stuff, lifting things, and lots of other physical labour that kept him in shape. He could swing a hammer as well as anyone, could saw a board by hand faster than some could get one lined up with the power saw.

So how come he was here once again?

His nose might be a bit crooked, from being broken a few times in some stupid fight, his eyes had a dark look to them, and when he stared at someone, they knew it. He didn't have any blemishes, or even left over marks from when he was a kid, and his mouth was as inviting as it had ever been. His lips weren't full, or thin, but he knew how to kiss, at least so he had been told.

Okay so Dustin had bitched about his sex drive, but then Dustin was just 20, and he hadn't worked a day in his life. Okay, that was a bit harsh, the guy had worked, but never at anything steady. Yet he expected Jack to hire him full time on his crew, but not do the work the others did? It didn't work that way, even if he had a 9 inch dick, even if he could swallow Jack's 8 inch pole without gagging. It didn't make him qualified to work the crew full time.

Besides, business was just that. He had an obligation to give his boss a full day's work, and he couldn't do that if he didn't get a full day's work from his crew. Yet Dustin hadn't seen it that way, had bitched and moaned so much that Jack really hated to go home to him.

Maybe that was his fault too. Like why did he even let him stay at his place? Shrugging his shoulders, as he swirled the last drops in his glass, he realized that it just sort of happened. He had picked him up at the other gay bar in town, or had he? It was more like Dustin had picked him up, and well one thing had led to another, and before he realized it, they were living together.

Actually, it was more like Dustin was living off him, and yeah the sex was good. Man to feel that dick of his spread is hole apart, as it pushed inwards, was something. He could still get aroused thinking of that, of how Dustin was always horny too. The way he would be constantly adjusting his crotch, no matter where they were.

Christ, the way the guy seemed to be so hard, and always wanting to do it. He didn't give a damn if it was in the public bathroom of the local movie house, or at the gas station. When Dustin wanted to fuck, he wanted to fuck. And Dustin always wanted to fuck.

Hell he liked being fucked almost as much, but not every single hour of every day. He liked to have some fun first, not to just drop his pants, bend over and spread his cheeks, so Dustin could drive his dick in. He liked to be appreciated, and was that so wrong?

Naturally Dustin thought so, but then too, so had Bill, Tommy, Cal, just to name a few. God, he felt like a tramp, as he thought about his latest flings. Here it was, almost summer and he had what, four different relationships that all went south? Maybe he should stop looking for the younger type, and find someone closer to his own age, but damn, he liked the build, the look that the new generation exhibited. He was a sucker for long hair, for hard bodies.

Sticks and Bones were not his thing. He didn't want to feel every rib bone when he ran his hand over their chest, nor did he really want to feel their butt bone as he buried his face between their cheeks. Course he wanted a nice sized dick to go with those hard bodies, and he wanted to feel a bit of strength behind it, specially when they would bend him over.

Dustin had met all those, if not exceeded them. The guy wasn't a wimp, and he knew how to work his hips. Geez did he know how. Course it helped that he had a monster dick, and being a bit of a size queen, Jack had appreciated the thickness as well as the length of Dustin's dick.

The simple truth for him, was he liked the sex, but he wanted more than a few hard thrusts, and then the sudden pull out, the loud cries, and then the hot jizz splattering over his backside.

He wanted to feel like he was needed, other than for giving shelter and food. He really wanted to be appreciated for being himself. Not for what doors he could open, what endless outings he could afford to go to. Dustin was one of those who hated just sitting on the chesterfield, watching a good movie. Well, unless it was a porn flick.

Trouble with that, was he never did get to see the whole video. Plus, see one and you seen them all, least in his mind. Dustin didn't agree, and it had become a source of discourse between them. The guy liked it, and one of his remarks was that he needed something to get him in the mood, if he was to perform. Like what, he wasn't capable of providing that kind of arousal?

What was worse was that Dustin never seemed to support him. There was like zero affection, no emotional connection which Jack desired. The kissing was tepid at best, just like his drink was. It was usually a quick peck on the lips, a quick grope, then a hefty push to get him to roll over or lift his legs up in the air.

No time was ever spent on pleasing him, just the rush to touch him, to feel his cock wake up, before Dustin had him holding his legs up over his head. Now he didn't mind that, didn't mind how he would tear the corner of the condom package off, then spit it out. It was rather exciting, at first.

To watch him, as he unrolled it over his hard cock was also a turn on, at first. To watch through his own upraised legs, to feel his excitement building as the plastic was carefully slid down the hard thick pole, knowing it would soon be digging deep into him, was certainly arousing.

Still he wanted more than that. When he tried to tell Dustin that, all he ever got was a nod, a grunt of yeah, next time, but next time never seemed to come for him. It was the same, the unrolling, the application of lubricant over the covered cock, then if he was lucky, a quick thrust or two of Dustin's fingers into his hole.

No warm up, just a finger poking at his hole, finding it, then pushing in, until he grunted. Maybe if he wasn't in a hurry, he'd work it a bit, even add a second finger and twist them a bit. It always felt good, just that Dustin never did it for very long. Just enough to loosen the muscle inside, to spread him a bit.

Then he would lean forward, guide his dick between his butt cheeks, until it would wedge up against his more or less ready hole. There was no pleasantries, no teasing, no real preparation either. The dick would be wedged up against his hole, then Dustin would move his own body up, adjust his position, and he would lean further over Jack.

The eyes would look down at him, flutter for a second, before the tongue would flick out, lick at his lips, and then he would feel it. Jack would shudder a bit, as the thick cock head would start to move, to force his tiny hole to widen. He'd bit his lip which seemed to give Dustin some pleasure. A small little smile would curl around his mouth, and then his eyes would close, the head would toss back, his long hair flying.

It was then he'd cry out, as Dustin would press hard. The thick dick would push his hole apart, as it was driven in deeper. Dustin didn't let him get used to it either, as once the head was past his sphincter, he would just keep on pushing, until his crotch was pressing up against Jack's buttocks.

It was like having a piston shoved up your ass. In and out he would go, rarely changing speeds, rarely moving it around. Just a straight in and out motion that was never slow, never rapid, just steady and painful. Dustin liked to just push and pull, to now and then slap his cheeks, as his motion would rise for a bit, then back to its normal in and out.

Jack never felt anything but being full. It was like being on a long car trip. Just endless highway ahead, with the odd curve, the occasional hill or dip. Nothing but open road, and yet the sounds Dustin made, seemed to make it like for him, at least, it wasn't plain vanilla sex. For Dustin it seemed like he was having the time of his life, and while his cock was thick, long, it never took him long either.

He would ride Jack, several thrusts and after about two minutes, maybe three, his thrusts would become suddenly quick and short. His breath would begin to sound ragged, and if he looked up, he'd see Dustin with his mouth open, his eyes shut tight, and his hair matted from sweat. His Adam's apple would be bopping up and down, and he could feel the cock inside thicken, feel it slide a bit faster, then he would hear that animal like growl, and suddenly he would feel totally empty.

Dustin would still have his head tilted back, but he'd have a hand ripping the condom off his pole, and then he'd lean forward, his hand gripping his cock. His breath would be wafting over him, and he could hear his cries, see his arm moving in a blur, as it stroked the hard dick, until once more he would tilt his head back, his cries loud, as his whole body stiffened.

In that instant, he too would feel a strange excitement, and glancing down, he would see the blur of Dustin's hand over his pole, then it would stop, the head of the cock just visible over his clenched fist. The stream would come then, the hot cum would splatter over his belly, or if Dustin's aim was off, it would splatter over his inner thigh.

He'd feel his body quiver a bit, his own cock would jerk a little, as the cum would hit his skin. As he would watch, he'd see the hand squeeze the cock, as the second stream would pour out. Normally it wasn't as hard, nor did it splatter as far. Dustin would jerk his cock, shake it actually, and a bit more of his cum would dribble out from the opening in the head.

Then it would be over, and Dustin would be leaning back, on his arms now. His face would look strangely calm, no wrinkles, no frown lines. The eyes would flutter a bit, and he always wiped the back of his mouth with his arm, and then his forehead.

His chest would heave, and he would watch the way the nipples would shake, move, as he struggled to breath normally. There weren't much in the way of chest hairs, but there were plenty of muscles, that would be rolling, as Dustin slowly would calm himself down. Normally he'd reach out, to run his hand over the flat stomach, feeling the muscles rolling underneath his sweat soaked skin.

And that would be it.

Dustin would head to the shower, and while he did, Jack would jerk himself off. It was not what he had in mind, yet he never pressed the issue. Nor did he venture into the bathroom, to join Dustin in the shower. The guy had made his desire to shower alone clear, from the beginning. And if he thought about it, he couldn't recall a single time that Dustin had ever taken Jack's cock, either in his mouth, or up his ass. It was always the same, just a quick kiss, grope, then his dick was inside his ass. Never more, so why was he feeling so upset about Dustin moving out, leaving him?

'Buy ya a drink big boy?'

Jack almost choked, as he turned around to see who had tapped his shoulder, and made the age old pick up line? Mind you it had worked for him, but as he turned around, he was surprised to see an old friend.

'Takes more than a drink fella, I ain't a cheap pick up'

'No, you never were cheap Jack, so, want another?'

'Yeah, why not.'

His friend signalled the bartender for another, and sat down next to Jack. He had to admit, he wasn't looking all that bad, and he still had that wicked little grin on his mouth, and those evil little sparkles in the eyes. Jack had to admit, he always had fun when he and Terry went out. Though he hadn't seen him for awhile, it was good to see him again.

'So, another one bit the dust did they?'

'Yeah, how the fuck did you know?'

'Simple, you always go out cruising at the other place, when you want to lose yourself in the booze, you come here. And as I saw your latest at the other bar, I knew you would be here.'

'Shit, you sound like Sherlock Holmes, hell, am I that predictable?'

'At times Jack, at times.'

'So why you come looking for me?'

Terry sipped at his drink, looking over at him from the top of the glass. The eyes were smirking at him, and the mouth looked as mischievous as ever, as he just looked, taking his time.

'Figured it was time we went out, had one of our little dinner parties, and well, besides I have a message for you.'

'Yeah? I miss those little dinner parties, and stuff the message, if it is from who I think.'

'Oh get real, that little drip doesn't know what a message is, now an IM he might know.'

'Shit, you are nasty.'

'Me? Come on, I have heard you say a lot worse about some of those old tricks of yours, and there have been a few. Like what you said about poor Tommy Boy, then there was good old Myrna, now that one still gives me a chuckle.'

'Fuck, Myrna, I haven't thought about him for ages.'

'Duh, I mean after all, you are a size Queen hun, and Myrna, well he sure as hell doesn't fit your special needs.'

'Only thing that boy could easily satisfy was if your ass was no bigger than a thimble, man what a small dick he had.'

'Shit don't start, so how about it, want to go grab some food, gossip, tear the other patrons apart?'

'Fuck why not? I am in the mood to be catty, got anyplace in mind?'

'Well the pizza joint down the street seems as good a place as any, lots of couples in there, I bet we can find a few to talk about'

'Just a few? Fuck you getting old Terry?'

'No, just you been out of circulation, you need time to get back into the swing of real life, besides, I told you, I had a message for you.'

'Yeah, so you said, another 20 year old tart you found down at the beach, looking for an easy mark, or maybe one of those grocery stock boys you keep hiring down at the market?'

'No way, those are private stock bucky, besides, I don't have any that could satisfy your urge for size.'



'Who is the message from?'


Jack became very stiff, his whole body got rigid, as he heard the name, and at how Terry looked at him. He felt flushed, even a bit angry at Terry for even mentioning the guy's name to him, let alone be willing to pass a message on from him.

Carson had been one of his more long lasting flings, a few years back. The guy was one of the few guys he had dated, that was closer to his age. Maybe a few years younger, which would make Carson in his late twenties now. The guy had a build too, a very well defined muscular look, and the guy was hung like a horse.

Worse, he knew how to use that monster dick. If anything, Carson was an ideal partner for him. He liked to enjoy playing around first, he loved to fondle, to kiss, and he wasn't selfish. As much as he liked to fuck, he liked to suck cock as much as Jack liked taking big cocks up his ass. Damn he hadn't thought of Carson ever since he just up and left.

Slowly he let himself relax, the memory still painful. He really had like Carson, and everything seemed to be great between them, and then one day, he was just gone. A note on the refrigerator, saying goodbye, and that was it. Now he had found Terry, and sent him a message. Fuck, over two years, and now he sends a message?

'You seen him?'



'And what? He still looks the same, bit older, but the same Jack.'

It was like a knife to his heart. God how he had fallen for the guy, and to have him just leave had hurt worse than anything else. Hell, Dustin leaving or Tommy or any of those that followed were nothing, compared to Carson. He was, at the time, the one Jack thought he could enjoy spending eternity with. It was romantic crap that guys like Dustin wouldn't understand, but Carson would have. Hell he did understand it, crave it as much as Jack did.

The way he would come home, to find Carson waiting for him. How his face would light up, plus how he would always greet him, hug him and squeeze his buttocks. It was always a treat, even when he had a rough day, Carson would still greet him that same way.

It was like they had been made just for each other. While Jack was no top, he sure as hell was a good bottom, for the right person. Carson on the other hand, he didn't like being a bottom, though he had been mostly one in his other relationships. Still, he was an ideal top, who knew how to use that dick. Though it was more than just that, as he knew how to get Jack wanting it, wanting him.

Not like they screwed every night either, which was something Jack appreciated. After all, while Carson did his best to ease that dick into him, it still would hurt for a few days afterwards. Like the guy was really, really hung. Not just in length, but in thickness too.

He wasn't a tall guy, nor did he have long hair, and he had lots of freckles around the nose area, but he was attractive. His face always seemed to have a smile, his eyes always seemed to be laughing at some secret joke. His lips were thin, but damn the guy could kiss. The tongue was an equal to his dick, long and thick.

Shit, he loved the way Carson would kiss him, drive that tongue deep into his throat, flick at the sides, then suddenly be licking him around the ear lobe, or inside. How he would hold him, tight and then loose, as his hands would love to roam over Jack's body. Well, he made it seem like he loved to.

He knew Terry was waiting, but he couldn't help but think about Carson. How it had felt, each and every night they had been together. Not just the fucking, which in itself was like a lifetime of great memories, but at the other stuff. How he would nestle into his arms, while they would sit and watch some tear jerker movie, or anything really. He just liked to touch, to be close.

Without fail, he would get an erection too, just from having Carson in his arms, or his head on his shoulder. Carson always knew too, and rarely did a night go buy without some good old fashioned cock sucking. How it was always just an innocent touch, a little love pat, that would lead to an hour or two of pure sex, always amazed him.

He never went to work without a glow inside. Carson had that effect on him, on making the time they spent together always memorable. Unlike Dustin, it was never just about his needs. Carson made damn sure to please him, to give him exactly what he needed.

How he could just get him rock hard, by a whisper in his ear, a soft peck on the cheek, a little caress of his hand. It never failed to get his body shaking, to get the blood flowing inside. And Carson didn't need to pound his ass to get himself off either, and there was nothing he enjoyed more, than pleasing Carson too.

To touch him, to feel his heart beat next to his, always got him excited. The way his body would seem to react to the slightest touch, the merest provocation. Hell there were lots of times when he would shoot his load, while still fully dressed. Carson as well, though not as many times as he had done it. It never stopped them either. He might get off from the hard groping, or the soft gentle caresses, but he never got soft after one of those little accidents.

In fact, it always made him hornier. He loved how at times, Carson would simply undress him, and clean him up. Man, that was some memories too, as he felt his groin stirring. Remembering the way Carson would undo his pants, how his hands would feel so gentle as they pushed the pants apart, and down a bit. How he would be smiling and then kiss him full on the lips, his tongue licking the lips, but not forcing them apart.

The hand would be rubbing him, his cock still hard. Then he would feel it reach down into his shorts, and ran lightly over his hard dick. He'd feel the mouth move off his, and he'd always open his eyes, to watch Carson take the fingers out of his pants, then lick them. Each single finger would be sucked deeply, then the head would tilt to one side, and move back towards his. The kiss would always be hard, and long. He would nearly pass out from lack of air, and then as he would gasp when they would split apart, Carson would suddenly be down, on top of him.

He would feel the lips tighten around his cock, even as his lungs drew in its first gasps of air, He would suck in his chest, as he felt the tongue lick at his cock, all the way down the underside of his hard pole. It never failed, to reach down, to flick at his balls, at the very root of his cock.

His eyes would be shut tights, his hands would be on top of Carson's head holding it down over his throbbing cock. God how good it always felt, to feel his hair brushing against his sucked in stomach. The way his head would press into him, while his mouth would move up and down his cock, his hands groping his groin.

Then he'd just lift his head up, and take the cock out, and begin to lick at his pubic hairs. That massive tongue would be licking at him, making him moan and groan like he had never cum for years. His whole body would always shake, tremble really as he would feel the passion mounting again.

He could remember it like it was this morning, and he shook his head, as he put his glass down on the bar. Turning sideways, he stared at his old friend. Jack had known him since High School, and yet all he could think about right now, was Carson.

'You gonna cream your pants here, or you want to go find an empty stall in the john?'

'You are such a bitch Terry.'

'Naturally, who else but a bitch could put up with a constantly moping drama queen like you?'

Jack stood up, and pocketed the small change he had still on the bar. Looking at his old friend, he just smiled, feeling a bit unsteady, but not from what he had just drunk. He wiped his eyes, and stared at Terry. Part of him was dying to know what the message was, another part wanted him to ignore it, to not even listen. Still, it was like losing Dustin was no longer a worry, or a reason to feel dejected.

'The food any good at this Pizza joint?'

'Like, does it matter? They got some cute hunks waiting tables.'

'Oh geez, here we go.'

Terry just grinned as they headed out of the bar, to go over to the Pizza Place. The night no longer seemed so empty, as they rounded the corner, to cross the street. As they did, he lifted his face up to stare across, seeing the figure leaning against the wall, just near the door. His heart skipped a beat or two, as he recognized the figure, even after all this time.




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