All Grown Up

Chapter 3

Fuel for Passion

We tried to be as normal as possible after our fuck session in the pool. He finally let go of me and we swam around naked, finding my suit in the skimmer basket. We had tossed them to the cement and sort of played around, seeing his naked ass briefly as he dove under the water, me giving him a show as well. And when he stepped out first, I purposely didn’t move so I could stare at his entire body, in the flesh, naked from head to toe and dripping with water in all its glorious form.

He wasn’t as tall as Joe, maybe 6’1 or 6’2” but about the same weight, guessing in the 230 or 240 range given his muscle mass and wide shoulders. His blonde hair was plastered around his arms and legs and chest as he emerged like Poseidon from the depths of the ocean, but the rest of him was smooth and somewhat freckled from his red headed Scottish background I was guessing. I remembered his daughter Tami being a flaming red haired girl and was now intent on studying every inch of her father to find those red hairs in his body. I always remembered flashes of them in his chin when he let his beard grow in, his strawberry blonde hair flecked with fire red spots in his face. He turned and looked at me, putting his hands on his waist, water dripping from him, his cock a soft mass of thick manhood on top of a pair of smooth balls.

“Not too old for you kid?” He said with a slight blush on his face as he tugged at his flaccid cock, then smoothed down his chest hair and let his hands run along his pecs. He looked fantastic for a man his age. And I suddenly wondered just what his age was.

“How old are you anyway?” I blurted out from the pool, still naked myself as he shook his bathing suit out and lifted one of his big smooth feet into it. He pulled the suit up over his thick thighs with some difficulty as it was soaking wet, and he looked down at the drawstring as he avoided my gaze.

“53.” He said finally. “At least I will be in December.”

I smiled up at him, realizing that he was over twice my age. This man could be my father. He must have been thinking it too as he looked away awkwardly, finding my bathing suit and throwing it at my head. He didn’t ask me how old I was, probably because he knew I was around the ages of his girls. And he knew how old they were.

I watched his legs move, and the way his feet looked as he went up the few steps up to the barbecue and opened the lid. He bent down behind it, giving me a chance to wade to the steps and I walked up, unfolding my suit to figure out how to put it back on. When I found the leg holes, I stopped at the top of the stairs of the pool and tried my best to get into it gracefully, almost falling over once from either the absurdity of trying to put on a wet suit, or from the three ciders I had in the first hour of being here. I laughed to myself and looked up to see Mr. Campbell staring at me. Neil, I mean.

He smiled and shook his head and I knew he was going to say something about me being all grown up. But he didn’t this time, just lit the bbq and closed the lid and returned to the pool area and flopped down on the lounge, bare feet crossed over at the ankles as he waited for me to join him.

“I figured I’d better feed you before we had another drink. I mean, other than what I already fed you.” He actually blushed when he said it and looked away. I sat down on the lounge beside him, tugging at my suit to get it to sit properly on me because it was a dripping heavy bunched up mess.

“If I have another drink I won’t be able to drive home.”

He turned to me and wiggled his feet. “Would that be so terrible?”

I paused, feeling my heart beating wildly in my chest. I let my eyes roam down his sculpted body, down his legs, to his big feet looking so scrumptious at the end of the lounge. “Well, tomorrow is Sunday so I’m not working. You?”

He nodded. “I have a few days off now after doing a couple 12 hour shifts. So I’ve got nowhere to go tomorrow.” His feet wagged some more and I could tell he was nervous. “No pressure or anything, but you’re more than welcome to stay over.” He paused again and I saw his lower lip disappear again into his mouth. “With me.”

I reached over and grabbed the towels he had for us which neither of us had used yet and stood up, wrapping it around my waist to dry my suit off a bit more. “Then I will go get us a few more drinks and we can just relax now.” I winked at him and I could see him exhale in relief. It was cute how shy he was, and how this was making me feel. I sauntered off to the patio door and slid it open, turning over my shoulder to see that Neil had turned completely in my direction and had watched me walk away the entire time. When I caught him looking, he just smiled and kept staring.

I grabbed four more cans and returned to the loungers, but this time sat on the end of his by his legs and handed him one of the cans. We opened them and took a few sips before our eyes averted each other and he spoke first.

“I hope I’m not being too pushy or moving too fast.”

I shook my head. “Not at all. I like a man who takes charge. ”

He glanced at me from his lowered head. “It’s just, when I saw you, there was this, uh…I don’t know FEELING. And my heart has been thumping ever since. I couldn’t stop thinking about you and I was like, I don’t know, losing control a bit…” He rubbed his leg with his free hand and took a swig before he looked at me and smiled. “And then you kissed me and I just felt….” He looked upwards and let out a long sigh and rested his head on the back of the lounger. “Now all I can think about is getting you into my bed and really taking our time.” He said this quietly and I found my hand reaching out for his, moving it from his leg and taking his fingers into mine.

“Okay. I’ll stay over.” I said with a mock grin and rolled my eyes as he laughed at me. He leaned into me and kissed me then, taking me by surprise by squeezing my hand tightly in his. Then he jumped up and drank from the can as he went back to the bbq.

“Then I better get my man skills to work and rustle you up some grub kid.”

I groaned a bit to myself at the sound of the word kid. He always called me that when I was younger. I could remember looking up at him, his towering body always impressing me, hearing that word always directed towards me and how much I realized I liked it. “Where you goin’ kid?” he’d ask whenever he saw me out front. Or “You stayin’ outta trouble kid?” when I was over playing with the girls. “This kid is as light as a feather!” He’d bellow as he would throw me into the deep end of the pool as I squirmed in delight. I felt like this now, like he was hoisting me above his head, me looking down at the muscular shoulders, feeling his big hands covering my entire backside. He seemed so strong, so powerful back then. And seeing him fighting with words, worrying what I was thinking, basically baring his emotions for me right now was putting him on a whole other level.

I watched him move, gathering the things he had prepared before my arrival and tossing them on the barbecue. How he went back and forth into the house, casually looking up at me as if this was completely normal, me here in his yard as he cooked dinner for us. How he checked on things, how he pointed at his can and eyeing me. I could already figure out what he was thinking.

I finished my drink and grabbed the other two cans to bring up to him and plopped myself down on the high stool at the bar ledge beside his barbecue. He had an L-shaped counter surrounding his built in bbq that made it look like an outdoor kitchen, with bar stools on the other side. I leaned on my elbows as he stood on the other side of it, flipping two pieces of chicken and stirring up vegetables on a foil pan on the top rack. It already smelled delicious.

“I could get used to this.” He mumbled to himself, seeing my eyes watching him. “Cooking for someone again.” There was a hint of sadness to him and I realized he was just as lonely as I was, but he was hiding it better.

I breathed in, remembering the same feeling of cooking for someone, and having someone cook for me.

He told me then that Tami had graduated last May and had moved to another province to take a job right afterwards. And Shawna just moved because her new husband had taken a job out west. So both his girls were out of the province, and his wife was now dead. He was just as alone as I was.

“Sorry.” He said, briefly glancing at me and seeing me lost in thought. “I didn’t mean to bring the mood down.” He shrugged. “But it’s true. I like having you here.” He gave me a sideways glance, watching me, gaging my response.

I got off my stool and moved around the bar to behind me, and hugged him from the back. He stopped, letting me press my face into his bare back. “Thank you. I like being here too.”

I reached over and handed him the drink I had brought him along with mine and we clinked cans again.
“No more sad thoughts. Let’s just enjoy the day.” I said with a smile.

We ate by the pool and talked about the last ten years. I told him all about Joe, how we met while I was working for Frank during my second summer after I started university. How we had moved in, and when I graduated I had started my job. I told him about the accident, and his death, Joe’s sister and her selling the house. How I had escaped to Europe to find myself, but didn’t tell him that finding myself was letting myself get fucked by many, MANY different guys. And I didn’t tell him how I returned home to my mother and did the same thing, starting with the pilot and then my stepfather, and a few others along the way, like the cop, the tow truck driver, the guy from the gym, or the UPS delivery guy. I knew WHY I was doing all these men. And as I looked up at him sitting across from me, his form fitting tee now covering his upper body, his handsome face listening intently to me and asking non-prying questions, I figured I was done filling the void that Joe had left. I could see myself calming down again. With his help.

In return he told me about the girls, the universities they went to and the careers they were forging, how Shawna had gotten married last year just when his wife Karen was first diagnosed. He spoke easily about her illness, from the first diagnosis to her final days. He didn’t get emotional, but relayed it all out like a good memory. And he finished with, “And I guess it’s time I moved on.”

And I heard myself saying, “Yes. It’s about time.”

It’s about time. The words hit me hard, Joe’s words to me. On the watch. How he had communicated his pride to me about giving in to who I was and being with him. How I had finally accepted it all. I looked over at Neil as he took a final drink from the sixth can. We had finished the entire 12 pack I brought, and I was light headed from it all, and from being here with him. Now I was dizzy with the words from Joe.

I stared at Neil for a moment, really looking at him. He caught me and stared back questioningly.

“It is about time.” I mumbled half to myself. Then I smiled at him and I stood up, not moving my eyes from his and went to him. I grabbed his face and kissed him, long and hard and deep. He was caught off guard at first, but gave in and kissed me just as forcefully in return. He pulled me into his lap, and I moved to sit on him, not pulling our lips apart. I heard the table bang, as his knee hit it adjusting me on his legs. We didn’t stop, just kept kissing. And then I was being lifted, carried away from the outdoor table and to the patio door.

He was strong, holding me around his body as he pulled the door sideways, stopping to kiss me just long enough to get inside and shut the door before resuming. I curled into him, feeling my body bouncing along as he carried me deeper into the house, up the stairs.

“Are you taking me to bed?” I breathed into his face as we parted lips again for a brief second.

“Yes.” Was all he said as he kissed me again.

At the doorway, he paused for a moment, eyeing the bed, and then moved me to it, tossing me to the middle. I landed on my ass with a surprised snort and watched him strip his shirt off and then push his suit downwards, his cock thick and hard again, slapping his stomach as it bounced out of his bathing suit. I quickly shucked my shirt and damp suit as well and tossed them sideways as Neil’s massive nude body came towards me on his king-sized bed.

I scooted my ass over to the middle of his bed as he crawled upwards on his hands and feet, grinning from ear to ear. “I’ve got you in my bed. You’re in trouble now.” He was smiling, and I moved under him as I watched him surround me with his big solid body.

Our bodies connected, and a bolt of excitement went through me. He slid a forearm under me, letting my head use it as a human pillow as he flattened himself over me, testing me to see how much of his weight I could handle. I wrapped my body around his like he was a giant pillow – a giant hard, muscled, beefy pillow that was crushing me by the mass of his frame.

“Oh my god I love this feeling.” I moaned out as he moved his head into my neck and groaned into me, kissing me lightly and wriggling his body on mine. I could feel his hard cock between my legs as I hooked a heel on his ass. He smelled like pool still, with a hint of his own scent that seemed to trigger a memory in me – a flash of him coming into his own garage after cutting the grass, shirtless, and he helped his daughter and I get her bike down. I remember smelling him then, and here he was, on top of me, wanting me again.

A hand went to my leg and he pushed it back, spreading me open and moving his waist higher. I felt the head of his cock rub against my hole before it went upwards, teasing my entrance with his thick shaft as he gyrated into me. He grabbed my ankle and put it on his shoulder and then spit into his hand and found his own cock, and moved it to my puckered opening.

His eyes found mine and he watched me as he held his cock at my hole, and rubbed the head around me. He studied me, watching me flinch as he pushed into me slightly, before pulling out, lifting me upwards and spitting into my ass before lowering me again to do the same. I was frozen as he did it, letting him manipulate me and move me around until he let the entire head of his cock stay inside me. His big hand then ran up the side of my leg on his shoulder and he turned his head sideways and kissed my calf by his face and pushed into me some more, making me gasp and arch under him.

He grinned at me and elongated his body, pulling up my other leg to his chest and moving it onto his other shoulder. With my legs straight up, he squeezed them together in his arms and pulled me into him, spearing me completely with his cock as my hands went to his thighs as if I could stop him.

“Fuck this feels amazing.” He growled and looked down at me, his head between my feet, holding my body in a right angle from his. “I could fuck you all night.”

I wasn’t going to disagree as I looked up at him. I had missed this sight, the sight of a big muscled man between my thighs, deep inside me. After Joe, I thought Tom would welcome me back. But he had found someone else. Europe brought me some relief in the form of random encounters and feeling alive. My stepfather had satisfied an itch for a while, and the few men in between were means to an end.

But this, this was different suddenly. This was someone I had looked up to. This was someone I hadn’t realized meant so much to me as a kid. This was someone who was hurting, like me, and understood grief and pain and longing. My heart was thumping as I stared up at Mr. Campbell, that handsome face smiling down at me. I could see in his eyes he was feeling it too. I was sure of it.

I arched and reached my hands up to his pecs and caressed the fuzziness of his chest hair. “Then fuck me.” I growled back. He made a manly noise and pulled me upwards a bit more, onto his legs practically and started to push into me. He let go of my legs and reached under my back and curled me up into him so I was bent in half and he held me in his arms, folded against him.

I felt his legs moving backwards, sliding down the foot of his bed with me attached to him, until one big leg stepped over the side of his bed, and then the other, and he was standing there, with me in his arms attached to him, his cock impaled in my ass, and a big smile on his face.

“I’ve always wanted to try this with someone I could pick up.” He quietly whispered before he kissed me tenderly and then moved his feet wider, his hands sliding down my back to my ass where he grabbed a fistful of my glutes and pushed me upwards with his waist and I began to bounce on his cock.

I remember gasping suddenly, feeling that first punch of his cock plunge deep into me. He got me into the right position in his hands, feet planted firmly on the ground, until a good rhythm was established. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the air, along with our grunts and “oh yeahs” and “ahs” escaping from our lips when we weren’t kissing each other. I hung on tight, hands clamped around his neck as he power-fucked me like this, until the sweat formed over his brow and he started panting a little too much.

With a grin, he pulled me into his body and his cock slid out of me momentarily, followed by a “fuck” from him. He moved with me still in his arms, my ass suddenly feeling empty without him. I could see the bedroom walls as he brought me to the side of the bed and lowered me carefully down and lined up his cock to my ass once again. He grabbed an ankle and pulled me into him to the edge of the bed, so I was perpendicular to his massive body once again. He grabbed my waist with both hands and pulled me right to the edge of the bed and then spread my legs wide, lining up his cock by lowering his stance until that bobbing dick found the opening and he pushed forward, plunging back inside me once again. Standing there at the edge of the bed, holding my feet in his hands, he fucked me hard. I could tell by his face this angle was providing a welcome state for us both. 

He lifted my legs back onto his shoulders and brought his left leg up beside me on the bed and leaned over me. His face was close to mine and a hand was on my chin. He folded me in half as he leaned over me, my legs pinned beside my ears, still over his shoulders as he kissed my lips. He pulled back just a bit to smile at me.

“I want to cum again inside you. Like this.” He whispered and began to slowly pump my ass as he kissed me again, holding my head with one hand as his other gripped my leg. I grabbed the side of his ass with one hand as I reached in between our bodies and grabbed my cock with my other ready to let myself go when he did.

We stopped kissing and just stared into each other’s eyes, mouths parted, breathing heavily, focusing on making each other cum.

“You close?” He suddenly whispered without giving away any indications he was. “I wanna cum at the same time.”

I nodded which gave him the signal to pick up the speed. He wanted to cum with me. How fucking hot was that? I knew he felt the same as me, and watching him only increased the feelings I was having. I was moaning like a man possessed as I felt the buildup of him about to dump another load inside me.

“Yes fuck me Neil.” I moaned, using his name, which seemed to spark something in him. He grunted lowly and grabbed my jaw.

“Oh Brian.” His eyes started to close and his breath changed. And then his eyes flew open wide and he let go of my leg and grabbed both sides of my face in his big hand and kissed me deep, moaning and breathing heavily into my mouth as he thrust deeper into me. I groaned loudly with him and felt my own cum building in the excitement of this man nearing his orgasm. “Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” He repeated in between kisses as his body shook. Long dick movements turned into short quick jabs, then hard shoves that he held, to jerk movements that made me moan even louder as he erupted inside me. It took a couple hard pokes to bring my own out, and I arched into him, feeling his cock go even deeper as my first volley of cum shot from my dick and hit my chin, which made him shake more and shove even deeper, watching each spurt of my cum land on my chest.

He pushed me further up the bed with every thrust, until he did it on purpose, using his cock to drive me into the middle of the bed so he could climb on it with me. His other leg moved onto the bed and then he collapsed on top of me and scooped me up in his arms, kissing me with renewed passion and taking my breath away. His cock stayed in me, and his body rolled over mine, stretching my arms upwards over my head with his hands in mine, spreading his body out on me, smothering me at times, then shifting to let me breathe before he was pulling me into him and holding me tight. His forehead moved over me, down my neck to my chest as he curled up into me. His leg started to shake, and he pulled me sideways beside him, shifting his weight off me but not wanting to let me go just yet, wrapping me around his body. All the while, his cock never left my ass. I couldn’t believe it stayed hard and buried deep in me.

He then rolled over onto his back, his legs bent at the knee and dangling off the side as his cock slipped out of me. I pushed myself up sideways, one leg hooked around his still, his head turned to look at me as he laid there, one hand resting on his flat stomach. I clung on to his body, holding what I could next to me, my hand around his forearm, the other holding my own head up as I stared over at him. Then he opened up arm and I snuggled into his body, hearing the low grumbles of a satisfied man. The smell of him filled my nose again and I smiled, breathing him in, feeling his heavy arm around my back and patting my bare ass. This man was holding me, like the father I always wanted. Like the father I always needed. Like the man I needed right now to take care of me.

I put the side of my face into the crook of his neck and felt his big arms curl around me and pull me into him, lifting me off the bed a bit before he relaxed. I felt him rock slightly, and he kissed the top of my head.

“Thank you.” I heard him say. I smiled into his neck and closed my eyes, listening to the sound of his breathing and the beating of his heart under my fingertips on his chest.

Feelings were floating through me. After only one day together, I was falling for him. And I was sure he was too.