Summer rental

In the summer of 1981 I got a job working at a deli-bar which had an outdoor patio along side of a mountain stream. My college was two hours away and if I hadn’t landed this job I would have been expected to return home and work on the family farm. Fortunately a fraternity brother landed us both jobs through his uncle in Gatlinburg. His uncle was a Vietnam veteran and one of the most handsome men I’d ever met. Don, the uncle also had lined up a place for us to stay above his garage. It was an open loft area with a small bath in one of the corners of the efficiency loft. However, an added feature that I later came to appreciate was an outdoor shower located around back of the garage. Don would ride mountain bikes and got muddy riding through streams that he added the shower to avoid making a mess as he entered his cabin after riding on trails.

A couple of weeks I had settled in to a routine. Working six days a week tending bar was great. Met lots of locals and tourists. Tuesday was my only day off so usually I’d lay around, drink cold beers and enjoy the amazing outdoor shower late in the after to cool off. One day I was getting ready to step into the shower when I noticed a small basket in the corner of the changing stall. Don had apparently gone for a morning ride because his gear was in the basket. I noticed his white jockstrap was hanging over the end of the container. Don was about 6’3”...hairy ginger with a full beard. I thought nothing off it and picked up the jock and took a deep breath taking in the musk aroma of this stud. I proceeded to lick the crotch of the jock while fingering my hole. Needing a release I jacked off and cleaned up my load on Don’s jock. Not knowing why....but before I could think through my desire, need and lust I put on the jock strap and wore it while I took my shower. At that moment I made up my mind I’d have to manage a way to get Don to fuck me while I was wearing his jockstrap.

The next day after I got off work I drove my VW van back to the rental. Soon after I arrived I collected my things and decided to do my laundry. Without thinking I dumped my clothes in the wash, added Cheer detergent and went to the fridge and grabbed a cold beer. I sat on the deck only in a pair of cut off shorts reading Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin. Carried away in my book Don approached me and started a conversation. We shared a beer and talked about work, my book, and out of the blue asked me if I had seen his jockstrap. I said I was doing laundry and decided to throw it in the wash. He thanked me and gave me a look. I could tell he was thinking how to move the conversation to a level that would help me make it easy to establish my thoughts and interest.

The buzz of the dryer got my attention and I went and retrieved the laundry. I sat on the deck and started to sort and fold my clean clothes. When I came across his jockstrap i offered it to him. We both held it and made eye contact and then he said....if you need to keep it...keep it. I told him I had one plus his was too big for me. That line sorta let the cat out the bag and he gave me a questionable look. I thought, fuck, it’s now or never. I admitted I tried it on when I was in the shower stall. His mood changed and in that moment took a tone of voice in an authoritative response....”take off your shorts and put it on now!” I didn’t make a sound, stood up, unzipped my shorts and stood in front of him naked as the day I was born. He got up from his chair and knelt in front of me holding the jock as I placed my hands on his shoulders and stepped into the jock. He adjusted the crotch and tucked my cock in facing down toward my balls. He directed me to turn around and he cupped my ass checks making sure the straps were even, etc...

At that moment I would have bent over and begged him to plow my ass, however, instead he played with my hole .... driving me crazy. The next thing Don did to this day I’ll never forget. To took a long drink of his beer and proceeded to empty that cold beer over my hole. I had never experienced anything like this ever. Frat boys want to fuck and be done. On the other hand, this daddy bear was not a frat boy and knew how to drive me insane. He continued to rim my ass while touching the crotch off the jock. I begged him to please let me touch my dick. He didn’t say a word but continued to lick, rim, fuck my hole with his tongue. He cont eating my ass and I shot my load in the jock without ever touching my dick.

Next...we went to the outdoor shower where he knelt down and lick my cock clean of cum and used my cum as lube on his thick 8” uncut dick and he fucked me me slow, lingering deep thrust taking his time to truly appreciate my hole and teach me how a daddy bear fucks the way a young guy needed to be taught.

The remainder of the summer he took me in ever room of his house, in the garage, most definitely in the outdoor shower, etc...By summers end we agreed I’d come in October and work the weekend of the UT - Alabama football. When I went home to Knoxville for Thanksgiving and Christmas we arranged to meet. Don taught me what it was like to truly give yourself to a man and trust someone completely.

I finished my degree and took a job as a park ranger. We were together for over 25 years. The years of service in Vietnam eventually caught up with him. However, the lifetime of memories are phenomenal.

Thanks for reading my story. By the way...I still love reading anything by James Baldwin!