Dave

Part 1

At this point in time I have been a widower for over five years. Loneliness is one part of my problem and the other is the complete lack of physical intimacy. I am retired so older and believe that not many people would be interested in having any intimate relations with me. I am certainly not interested in a repeat of my married situation and so I have started having thoughts of same sex partners. I had had a wonderful marriage and just believe I could never come near matching that experience so looking in another direction has become interesting to me.

I struggled, particularly this year, with maintaining the large flower gardens around my house. To make things more complicated I injured my right leg in the spring and so have experienced pain every time I attempted to do some work in the garden. Speaking with a neighbour of mine, I wondered if there was the possibility of finding someone to help me out from time to time. My neighbour said he knew a woman a few streets away who was divorced and had two teenage sons. He thought those boys might be interested. I asked him to speak to the woman on my behalf. He did that and she phoned me and said both her boys were interested but the younger boy was in summer school so for now the older boy would help me out. I told her what I was willing to pay as an hourly rate and she thought that was fine. We arranged for her older, 19 year old, son Dave to come to my house the next morning.

That night I found myself searching for porn sites that featured teenage boys. Why was I doing this to myself? What was I hoping to achieve? Further frustrate myself? I had never been with a male before in my life. Why was I having this fantasy down the gay road? How fucked up was I? Regardless of my reservations and questioning of myself I discovered a 19 year old porn actor named Clark Reid and watched the three videos that were available of him. Solo he felt himself up and jacked off. With a partner named John Bronco he fucked Bronco. In the third clip, I saw him get fucked by a fellow named Brogan. All three turned me on. This young man of 19 or 20 years of age was extremely handsome in my estimation. He was tall, muscular, hairless and had the most charming of smiles. He simply oozed sexiness. I jacked off and went to sleep with dreams of that hot boy/man in my head.

I planned the next morning to pretend I was just getting out of the shower, when my new helper would arrive. I would open the door dripping wet with a towel around my waist. Reality hit in and I reminded myself that I was actually an old fool dreaming of the impossible. So I showered and shaved and put on a pair of shorts and a T shirt and waited for the boy to arrive.

He did. That was the end of my fantasy I thought. He was certainly beautiful to look at. He had dark, curly hair, stood about six feet tall and must have weighed somewhere between 180 and 200 pounds. He was wearing a stark white T shirt and black shorts. It was so obvious that he had a great body under his clothes. The T shirt was tight across his chest but loose over his stomach. I drooled inside my head thinking what he would look like without the shirt on. We discussed what I wanted done that day and he got to work. I wandered off to parts of the garden where he was not working so that he could get his job done without my interference but it was so hard for me to stay away from him. At every moment I wanted to see what was under his shirt. Was his body as hot as I thought it would be? Anyway, he worked hard and finished the job for the day. I approached him with the cash payment we had agreed on and he shook my hand in thanks. Did he hold my hand a little longer than normal? Not sure of that but I am sure that the stare he gave into my eyes was so provocative that I could have kissed him with passion at that moment. Of course, as you can guess by now, I didn’t. We made small talk and he agreed to come on the same day at the same time next week.

Well, as you can imagine, all of that week I attempted to find porn sites with young guys that looked like him. The closest I came to were the boys on Sean Cody, especially guys who looked like and were built like Clark Reid. My garden helper, Dave, could have actually been a blood brother to Clark Reid since he had so many features in common with him. He was about the same height and weight, same solid body type, same happy smile and penetrating eyes. So I watched the same pics over and over and became a real enthusiastic old guy jacking off to pics of young men. I am not certain how I should refer to these types of people; are they boys or men? Men/boys? Whatever, they sure have become a fantasy of mine.

Dave arrived on time the following week and quickly got to work on the next project in the garden. Now I was following his every move more than ever. He had become my absolute dream lover. I made every effort to get him shirtless. He turned down invitations to swim in the pool, or even take his shirt off because of the extreme heat of the day. Fuck, I thought I would never see him the way I wanted to see him. 

This has gone on now all summer. He comes once a week, does his job well, and each time I pay him he holds my hand a little longer. Or does he? Is that my imagination wishing that he is holding on longer and longer each time we shake hands? By this point in time I am so fucked up in the head with thoughts of Dave and my porn world that I begin to worry that I am bringing two unrealities together and as a result will end up making a fool of my old self. I chastise myself, telling myself to act my age and stop living in a pretend world where there is no hope.

It is now the last week of July and most people in this part of the country have gone on vacation. Dave’s mom phones me and asks if she can ask me a favour. I assure her that she can and she tells me that she is going away for a month with her younger son and has had an offer from a holiday rental agency for a family visiting our city to rent her house for the month. This would pay for her vacation and so she is really interested in the offer. The problem she has is that Dave does not want to go since his college courses begin the third week of August and he doesn’t want to miss any of them. If she accepts the rental, Dave would have no place to stay. She wondered if I could offer him room and board which she would be willing to pay for.

My head and my cock are immediately in overdrive at her request. Again, I remind myself of my age and circumstance. I tell her I will get back to her but don’t give her an answer right away. I feel that I am in a place I both want to be and don’t want to be. I desperately want that boy/man in my home for a month but I am terrified of what might happen if he is there. I have to have a day at least to work things out in my spinning mind.

Part 2

The decision of having Dave in my house for a month actually was not a decision at all. I knew from the moment the mother had asked me that I was going  to say yes and have him stay with me. My mind and body were in conflict but the body need was certainly winning out. I am in a deep sweat thinking of July 31st and the first night Dave will spend alone in my home with me. I want to be the mature adult and treat him as if I were his grandfather or uncle. At the same time, I want to have him in my bed and fuck the life out of him. I want to tongue every part of his body. Suck his nipples, suck his cock, rim him until he screams in pleasure and finally fuck him hard and rough. This is the great conflict that I am dealing with; I both want to be a kind and generous neighbour while I also want to sexually dominate this young guy. Psychologically, I think this is something that will be with me for a long time no matter what direction things take. If I do nothing sexually with him, I will most probably regret it for the rest of my life. If something does happen, I worry that he will not be satisfied sexually, will end up laughing at me or make me feel inadequate. In either situation, I wonder if I will come out of the mess a better or worse person.

So, I did phone the mother and tell her that I would be happy to have Dave in my home for the month. I also told her there would be no need to pay me anything. I would welcome him into the house as a guest. She was certainly appreciative. Dave came this week as usual and got to work. Before he started though he made it very clear to me that he was happy that I had accepted to have him in the house for the month of August. He suggested we could have some “valuable” time together. We are having a serious heat wave in this part of the country right now so after working for an hour or so, Dave began to sweat quite heavily and to my great joy, Dave removed his T shirt. This was my first sight of his upper body. To say the least, there was no disappointment.  He had hard well-developed pecs with the most beautiful nipples I had ever seen. The nips were about the size of quarters, dark in comparison to the overall whiteness of his skin. The nubs stood out as if asking to be bitten and sucked. Since he had been sweating, his whole torso was shining with the sweat and that only made me want to lick it up and suck it down into my throat. When he had finished the job of the day, he came to receive his payment and this time, for the first time, he came to me bare chested. I handed him his money for the day’s work, he again shook my hand. This time, though, he held on and, staring directly into my eyes, told me how he was looking forward to “our month together”.  I put my hand onto his shoulder and actually got a shock that ran through my body and directly into my cock. It was shocking to me how much a touch of his body was affecting me.

That moment made me reflect once again on the double sided nature of what I had agreed to have happen in my home. The next few days until the end of July have been difficult for me since I have continued seeing the two sides of possibilities to this situation. Guilt and pleasure were jumping through my mind both night and day.

Part 3

July 31st has arrived and, as agreed previously, Dave was scheduled to spend his first night at my place. His mother and brother would leave the house very early the next morning so the rental tenants could enter any time of the day according to their convenience. I had agreed to have Dave come the night before to allow for an easy transition for the family and their renters. Dave arrived shortly after the dinner hour on what had been a sweltering hot day. I suggested to start things off that he settle his things in the guest bedroom and join me in the pool for a swim. He thought it was a good idea and headed off to settle into his room and get ready for the swim.

I went to my room and struggled over what I would wear for the swim. Should I use my Speedo style swimsuit or the more commonly used board short type? What would Dave be wearing? I opted or the conventional suit, threw a towel over my shoulder and headed out to the back garden. Dave came out of the house shortly after me with a towel wrapped around his waist. I jumped into the pool and when I surface and looked up, I saw Dave remove the towel and show his so hot body in a white Speedo. He looked like nobody I had ever seen in person in that kind of swimwear other than in magazines or on the internet. He was so hot. I made a stupid comment along the lines of, “Oh a Speedo” and he responded that it was his favourite style since his days on the high school swim team. He added that it made him feel “hot and sexy”. It sure did; he looked both hot and sexy and was certainly and very clearly showing a definitive bulge. I could clearly see both the size and shape of his cock. I wondered what I would see once the suit got wet.

Not long to wait. Dave dove into the pool gracefully and broke out of the water and swam a few laps of the pool without looking in my direction. I watched every move of his muscular arms as they rose out of the water. Once he had finished his laps, he swan over to where I was standing in the water and stood next to me. He thanked me for having him stay with me and again suggested the he was looking forward to “really get to know” me. I said I was also looking forward to knowing more about his life and his hopes for his future. He told me of his college courses and his plans for employment once he finished college. I thought his ideas were really mature and well-founded and told him so. He seemed pleased that I had approved of his ideas. I asked about his family and he quite honestly and without any hesitation told me how great his mother was, especially as a single mom. He also really liked his younger brother and so they had a super family situation. I asked about his dad and that sent him off in a completely different direction. He told me his father was an asshole who never helped the family out and was just a selfish guy who thought only about himself. Dave obviously had been really hurt by that man.

We left the pool to get back into the house and change our clothes into something comfortable for the evening. I went to my room and put on a pair of shorts and a T shirt. Then I went down to the family room and turned on the television. Dave came into the room wearing a pair of boxer shorts and nothing else. At this time of the day, it is usual for me to have a couple of drinks, watch some television and then go to bed. I asked Dave if he would like a drink or a beer and he said he would enjoy a beer. I got up, went to the kitchen, made a drink for myself and got a beer for Dave out of the fridge. When I returned to the family room, Dave had moved from the single seat he had been sitting in to the couch where I had been. We were both now on the same piece of furniture. I drank my alcohol and he drank his beer. We each had a couple more as the evening progressed. I cannot tell you what was on the television. All I could think about was that hot man/boy sitting next to me. His upper body looked hotter and hotter as the night progressed and I thought I saw an increasing bulge in his shorts as well.

I called it a night and said I was going to bed. I wished him good night and asked him to turn off the television and the lights when he went to bed. I got into my bed naked with just a thin sheet covering me. I certainly couldn’t get to sleep since all that was on my mind was the hot body of young Dave downstairs on the sofa. I heard him come up the stairs and enter his room. All this time I was fondling my hard cock, edging myself to what I hoped would be a massive orgasm but that was soon interrupted by a knocking on my bedroom door.

I told Dave to come in and asked if he needed something. He said he didn’t need anything but just couldn’t get to sleep. He wondered if I would mind talking with him for a while. Of course I agreed and he came toward my bed. He pulled back the sheet to get in the bed and I am certain, even in the darkness of the night, that he saw my raging hardon. He got under the sheet and came to a place in the bed where he was touching my body. He began talking softly about how much he liked me and hoped that I liked him as much. He began rubbing his hand over my stomach and put his leg over mine. He moved his head to the nape of my neck and I felt a soft tender kiss. His hand was now moving up my torso, concentrating on softly caressing my nipple. I felt another kiss of my neck, this one more intense that the first. The kissing of my neck continued and then he lowered his face to my chest and began kissing one nipple and then the other. I, in the meantime, had put my arm around him and was holding him as close as possible to my body. I began rubbing his shoulder with my hand, comforting him and encouraging him to continue.  His mouth left my nipples and returned to my neck. However, his next move was to pull himself higher up in the bed so that his face was even with mine. He began kissing my cheek and then my lips. I felt his tongue pressure my lips to open.

That was the moment that all sense left me and I have a hard time remembering exactly what happened. My lips did open and we had the hottest and longest of kisses that I can ever remember. His mouth was like honey to me and honey that I could not get enough of. I just wanted more and more of his tongue and lips on mine and in mine. I rolled over on top of him, caressing his body, feeling the hardness of it and the silkiness of his skin. He was hard muscled but smooth to the touch. What a fucking combination. I tongued my way down his neck to his chest and began a serious sucking of his nipples. From there I moved down over his stomach to the very slight hairs leading to his crotch. I pulled down his shorts and took his cock in my mouth.

At that moment the sound that came from his mouth sent me over everything. He moaned so hard and beautifully that I shot my load. To my amazement, he scooted down the bed and began lapping up my cum, filling his mouth with it. He brought his cum filled mouth up to mine and pressed his lips against mine. I had never in my life tasted cum before but I most willingly and eagerly opened up my lips to receive the blessing he was giving me. That tongue war filled with my cum was one of the most intense feelings I had ever had sexually.

Dave sat up after that and with a laugh, stated that it was obvious that we were about to have a great month getting to know each other better. I promised him that it would surely be the case and with that lowered my mouth to his cock in order to bring him to his climax. Like me, I think Dave had been horny all night and it didn’t take me long before I heard the word that he was about to cum. I so wanted to return the favour he had done for me so that when he began to shoot, I held firm and kept sucking his cock as hard as I could. I could feel the shots of hot boy cum hit the back of my throat but I tried hard not to swallow. He shot and shot and shot again finally come to a quiet end. I moved up the bed and put my lips on his. He readily opened for me and we began our second cum dance of the night. The taste of his cum I found to be so much stronger but at the same time tastier than my own. This was a taste I could live on forever.