0 comments/ 23987 views/ 0 favorites Breaking the Ice By: easygoinguy The first time I met Sheila was one Friday night after I had gotten off work. She was easily the prettiest thing there and I couldn't help but look at her as she sat there drinking her beer or when she walked to the dance floor with friends. I was too much of a wimp to just walk over and talk to her, so I just ended up admiring her from afar. Sheila had blonde shoulder length hair, looked a little older then my 38 years, had a amazing tan, stood around 5'6" and was thin, weighing maybe no more then 120. I was married at the time and had lost all my confidence in approaching the opposite sex. In my day I was quite the charmer but since I married my confidence had slipped from the self-assuredness I once possessed to not being at all at ease in approaching women. I continued to sit there and gaze at her, trying not to make eye contact, something I was sure would drive her away. I watched her dance in her incredibly short cut off jeans and wondered to myself if she even wore any panties. My gaze moved upward and I feasted my eyes on the sleeveless top she wore. Her breasts weren't big but a nice A cup, and much to my delight they seemed to still possess the bounce of a woman half her age. I watched her with great intensity as she danced, first gazing upon her lean tan legs, then higher, I watched her tight ass sway to the music, higher still her breasts bounced with the rhythm of the music and her movements. Finally I gazed higher and watched her beautiful blonde hair flow with her movements. All I could do was watch her from afar, to afraid to make a move but so enthralled by her that I couldn't look away for long. The bartender asking me if I wanted a beer finally broke my stare. I didn't hear him at first, but was jerked back to reality by him knocking on the bar with my empty beer can. I slowly came back to reality and told him that I did want another and asked him if he knew the mystery woman. He told me that he didn't know her, but she had been there before. He added that she was drawing a lot of attention from all the guys in the bar, and included himself as an admirer. I just nodded and turned my attention back to the dance floor just in time to see Sheila walk off the dance floor and make eye contact with me. I was frozen with fear and tongue tied as I gazed into her beautiful deep blue eyes. Sheila finally broke the silence when she said, "The best way to get to know me is to offer me a drink." I didn't break my stare and ordered her a beer. Sheila sat down in the empty stool beside me and we began to talk. She told me that I had caught her eye earlier in the evening and was getting impatient waiting for me to make a move. I stammered a response and tried to hide my shyness by taking a drink from my beer. "Shy one, huh?" Sheila asked laughing. "I bet I can change that." She added. Sheila reached for my hand and led me to the dance floor just as a slow song began to play. Once there she pulled me tight and I quickly held her close. We danced slowly, swaying to the music and soon our bodies were as one. Her hand dropped to my waist and she pulled me even tighter. She took her free hand and grabbed my wrist and lowered my hand resting at the belt line her blue jean covered ass. She then looked into my eyes and I knew that she wanted me to move my hand even lower. I moved my hand lower until I was holding her tight ass in my hand and squeezed gently. Sheila responded by moaning into my ear and breathlessly said that it felt wonderful to have her ass played with. I was more then happy to and lowered my other hand and held her by her toned ass. I continued to squeeze her ass and discovered that indeed she wasn't wearing any panties. Sheila continued to moan with every squeeze of her ass and she ground her crotch into mine, tighter and tighter. The song ended and I pulled her even tighter, lifting her slightly bringing her crotch to mine. I knew she could feel my cock growing and I swore I could feel the heat coming from her. We were brought back to reality when the bar tender yelled last call. We moved toward the bar and Sheila grabbed our beers and led me outside. We sat down at one of the picnic tables and continued talking. Sheila told me that she had just begun going out again after some time and was still pretty inexperienced at the whole thing. I laughed and said, "You couldn't prove it by me, you were the one to make the first move, I would probably never had gotten the nerve." "Well sometimes people just need a little shove to get things going." Sheila said as she reached for my hand and placed it high on her leg. "Speaking of getting going, where are you parked anyway?" Sheila smiled. I began to run my hand along the length of her tanned thigh and whenever my hand got close to her crotch she spread her legs slightly allowing me more and more access to her hot wetness. Finally she was unable to take any more and held my hand on her crotch. The only thing between my fingers and her wet slit was the thin strip of blue jean material. Sheila moaned louder and forced my hand along her slit. The material was wet with her moisture and I tried to slip my fingers past it. Sheila moaned again and looked me in the eyes and almost screamed, "Where the hell are you parked? We stay here and soon I will be humping you on this table. Damn you got me horny!" I motioned toward my truck and Sheila got a nasty grin on her face and stood up and pulled me toward it. I opened the door and Sheila slid across the seat, stopping mid way. She then looked at me and undid the buttons of her shorts, slipping them down into a pile on the floor. She then took a finger and ran it along her slit, bringing the wet finger to her mouth she tasted it and smiled. "See how wet you have me? Now lets see if you can drive and keep my pussy wet until we find a more secluded spot." She said winking at me. I couldn't get into the truck fast enough; I slammed the door, started it and backed out. Once I had straightened out I slid my hand along Sheila's thigh until it rested on her pussy. Sheila moaned again and slid forward on the seat and spread her legs. My finger quickly found her wet slit and I began to run it along her wetness, causing her to moan every time I rubbed against her clit. While I was trying to concentrate on driving and trying to work a finger into her pussy, Sheila had unsnapped my jeans and was holding my throbbing cock. Finally I slipped a finger into her and was pleased by her tightness. I slowly fingered her and she responded by moaning more and squeezing my cock every time I stroked my finger deep into her. Finally I arrive at a secluded spot and pulled off the main road. I parked and quickly leaned down and kissed Sheila deeply. Our tongues wrestled and fought each other and we finally came up for air. I picked Sheila up just enough and slid her across the seat, freeing me from the confines of the steering wheel. Once I was in the open Sheila slid my jeans down my legs and my cock sprang free. She wasted no time in sucking it and soon she was deep throating my meat. I regained my composure enough to continue my finger assault on her wet pussy. Sheila turned into a wild woman sucking my cock with great expertise while I fingered her. I began to feel that all too familiar feel of an approaching orgasm and finally had to pull Sheila's hair to get her to release her hold on my cock. "Wasn't I any good baby?" Sheila asked with a submissive look in her eyes. I didn't answer but pulled her instead so she was lying on the truck seat. I then smiled and buried my face into her shaved mound. Sheila grabbed for my hair and forced my face deeper into her wetness. I lapped at her wet lips and then focused my concentration on her engorged clit. Sheila moaned more and more and her pussy became unbelievably wet with her love juice. My face was covered with her wetness and I continued to lick and lap at her clitty. Sheila's legs wrapped tighter around my head and her moaning gained in intensity I knew she was very close to a huge orgasm. I continued my assault on her and she screamed that she was cumming. I lapped at her and tried to catch all her moisture in my mouth, but she came just to much. I licked and sucked at her clit and soon her moans and thrashing subsided. Sheila's legs loosened their grip on my head and I sat up and smiled at her. Sheila smiled back, leaned in and kissed me deeply; tasting her own juices as our tongues again fought each other. I sat upright on the truck seat and continued to gaze at the lovely woman lying beside me. Sheila sat pulled herself up and sat close to me. She reached out and slowly began to stroke my half hard cock. My head fell back in pleasure from her touch. In no time my cock responded to her light touch and became rock hard. Sheila continued to stroke my cock and leaned down and sucked gently on my nipples. That really sent me over the edge and my cock expanded again, throbbing in her small hand. I looked at Sheila and saw the look of desire in her eyes. I leaned over to her and grabbing her by the thighs, lifted her up and held her over my rock hard cock. Sheila guided my meat as I slowly lowered her onto my throbbing cock. My cock was super sensitive and Sheila's pussy contracted around it. Her pussy began to milk my cock before I began to thrust into her tightness. I knew I wouldn't last long and picked Sheila up and lowered her again onto my cock. Sheila threw her head back and moaned again, louder. She began to throw her head causing her long blonde hair to fly around wildly. Her hands help my shoulders tightly and she thrashed as I plowed my cock into her again and again. Her pussy tightened again around my meat and I knew she was close to another orgasm. Her pussy became even tighter and I struggled to force my cock deep into her. Sheila let out a loud scream and her pussy became a sopping mound of heat and wetness. I continued to pound my cock into her and finally felt my cum rising to a boil. I fucked her at a feverish pace, slamming my dick into her with total abandon. Sheila's mouth hung open as my cock plowed into her deeply, sending my cum deep into her hot, wet pussy. As my cock pumped it's hot contents into her, she again trembled from orgasm, thrashing wildly and grabbing my hair. Finally my cock quit shooting and Sheila collapsed into my arms. We held each other for 10 minutes till my softened cock finally slid out of her slick but sticky pussy. It was almost 3 in the morning before we left that spot and drove to her house. We didn't bother getting dressed due to the lateness of the night and the fact that once we arrived at her house the whole experience would begin again. I pulled into her drive and turned off the lights. Sheila was sleeping against my shoulder and I gently woke her with a gentle nudge and a light brush of her nipples, which hardened almost immediately. She awoke with a smile on her face and reached for my semi-hard cock. Still half asleep she stroked my cock and moaned. My cock began to swell and I opened the door and began to get out of the truck. Sheila followed behind me then grabbed my hand and led me across the deck to the front door. I was in total awe watching her open the door, staring at her incredible ass the entire time. I couldn't stand it anymore and move close behind her, my cock sliding between her sexy ass cheeks. Sheila moaned and backed up to meet my cock. I looked around and noticed the deck set, the table about the right height for my needs. I held her tight to me and led her to the table, my cock between her ass cheeks and one hand on each tit. We stood before the table and I thrust my cock into and along her ass crack. Sheila moaned and leaned over the table, knowing what I wanted. She turned her head slightly and we kissed lightly, Sheila broke our kiss and smiled, telling me that doggy style was her favorite. That was all it took and I slid my cock along her wetting slit. I teased her for a while, sliding my cock right past her hungry hole and rubbing my cock against her clit. Every time my cock came close to her hole Sheila would back up and try to impale herself on my cock. Finally she begged me to stop teasing and fuck her. The fact that she was talking so dirty and wanting my cock so badly I finally gave in and lined my cock up to her hole and plunged my cock in with one motion. Sheila arched her back and played with her own tits as I began to stroke my cock into her. Her pussy was sopping wet and my cock slid easily into her. I grabbed her hips and picked up my pace and soon was fucking her with fast hard strokes. Sheila continued to moan and beg to be fucked harder. I did all I could to keep up with her and soon I felt the familiar feeling of cum rising from my heavy nut sac. I thrust into her deeply again and felt my cum shooting from my cock into her. Sheila responded by moaning loudly and her pussy gripped my cock like a velvet vise. I slumped over her and Sheila let out one last moan as her pussy milked my cock of every last drop of cum. My cock was super sensitive and I involuntarily thrust into her several more times, Sheila's pussy continued to milk me until my flaccid cock finally slid out of her. I stepped back and turned Sheila toward me, kissing her deeply and holding her tit, thumbing her nipple slowly. We slumped again into each other's arms and finally turned to the open door to her house. Still naked and covered with each other juices we fell into bed, falling asleep quickly. She awoke me the next morning with the most wonderful blowjob I had ever gotten, but that is another story. Breaking the Ice He knew what I was thinking without my saying a word. I could sense it from across the room. I sat demurely, idly flicking through a magazine which I couldn't really manage to read under the mellow lighting scheme. He regarded me carefully from his seat at the bar, as if he could mesmerize me into getting up and joining him. But I wouldn't. He knew I wouldn't. I was waiting for him to make the move. I wasn't toying with him, it's merely that this is my own personal watershed: allow me to feel desired, and I would reward him. Tenfold. With a flick of my wrist I summoned a waiter, and ordered a drink ("Single malt, rocks, please"), which arrived gratifyingly quickly. I sipped slowly, still not looking directly at him. Instead I gazed at him via the bronze mirrored tiles that were strategically, yet seemingly randomly, placed around walls of the room. I couldn't help but feel a surge of power... I knew how desperately he wanted me to be the one to make the first move, and I had no intention of doing so. I knew he would break. I knew he'd come to me. I knew... and I so wanted him to. And I was right. He did. He slid into the booth next to me, and made himself comfortable. He wasn't too close, or too distant. Sitting with his body half-turned towards me, leaning his elbow on the leather-covered seat cushion, our eyes met for the first time. I smiled... his eyes were more welcoming than I could have hoped, more friendly than I would have imagined and the level of desire in them matched the that of my own. I cleared my throat, softly. "I'm so glad we finally met. You look just as you did in the photo, but... better. If you know what I mean." I giggled, betraying for the first time how nervous I was, despite my tableau of studied and careless poise. He laid a comforting hand on my arm, and unobtrusively edged closer to me. "I'm just as glad. And thank you. So do you." The ice thus broken, we began to relax, and started talking to each other in the manner in which we'd become so comfortable over the phone those preceding few weeks. As the conversation flowed effortlessly, I found myself wondering how the curve of his shoulder would feel to the touch, especially under the expensive tailored shirt he was wearing. Without thinking, I lifted my arm, and ran my fingers gently up his arm, and along his shoulder, to his neck; delighting in the smoothness of the linen beneath my fingertips, and the firmness of the sinew that lay beneath it. Suddenly, unexpectedly, he turned his head and nipped at my fingers, catching my index and middle fingers in his mouth, and beginning to softly suck on them. The shivers already running down my spine increased, and once again our eyes met. I moved closer and edged my other hand onto his leg, under the table. Gently I palpated and massaged his inner thigh, deliberately avoiding his crotch area, aside from the occasional straying of one finger over his fly. He was hard already -- as hard as I was wet... and he was dying for me to touch him. And god, I so wanted to. The massaging was sending him into paroxysms of delight and anticipation of what was yet to come. I sensed, correctly, that he wanted to move to the next stage of the evening. I indicated that I understood this by removing my hand from his leg, and using it to down my scotch in one, before I turned and looked at him intently. There was no need for conversation. He removed my fingers from his lips, and kissed them, rising from the table. He didn't let my hand out of his, using it to pull me up and away from the table. Wordlessly, I walked beside him, fingers entwined, bodies bumping and brushing against each other, out of the bar, through the softly-lit lobby and down a long winding corridor to the ground-floor room that he had reserved. Ice well and truly broken, the fun was just about to start. ************************ Continuing our alcoholic theme, the first thing he did after leading me into the room was to head for the mini-bar, after he'd pulled me urgently to him and kissed me until my head span. "Another drink, Missy?" he enquired. I sat on the bed. "Sure," I replied, still a little winded from the passion of his kiss. He poured me a scotch, and brought it over to me. I had shifted my body so I was sitting against the wall, legs stretched out straight and crossed in front of me, shoes kicked off and lying haphazardly on the floor. I reached out to take the crystal tumbler, and was surprised to see him move it out of my reach. I looked at him quizzically. He clicked his tongue and gestured at me to remove my blouse. I did so, my eyes barely leaving his. He reached forward, still holding my drink at arm's length, and flicked the catch of my front-opening bra. I said nothing, as I shucked off the offending item of clothing, and sat facing him, breasts proudly on display. Placing the drink on the bedside table, he then began to remove his linen shirt; slowly, languidly... deliberately. Never breaking eye contact for a second. His chest was revealed; smooth, broad, inviting; his nipples erect and his breathing fast. Both of us topless. Each waiting to pounce on the other; waiting for that indeterminate moment when the tension would draw us together like magnetic opposites. He reached into the glass next to him, and dipped his finger in the whisky. Lifting his hand to my breast, he began to encircle my nipple with his soused digit, causing me to gasp at the slight sting of the alcohol on that oh-so-sensitive spot. Then, as he bent his head toward me and took my nipple into his mouth, I gasped again at the warmth of his tongue, the sharpness of his teeth as he nipped at me, and the joy that he had finally set the events of the evening in motion. I tilted my head back, abandoning myself to the sensations he was arousing within me. I sighed audibly, and raked his hair with my fingernails, feeling myself grow wetter and hotter by the second. When he paused for a moment, I pulled his head up by the hair, tugging hard for a second and then letting go. I raised myself unsteadily onto my feet, feeling the mattress fluctuate beneath me. With a carefully aimed and pointed toe, I flipped him onto his back. He now lay underneath me, enclosed between my feet, looking up with a face of delighted anticipation. It was now my turn for slow and deliberate undressing, releasing first the hook, then the button, then the zip on the waistband of my tailored skirt. I held the skirt out to the side of my hips before allowing it to fall onto him; highly satisfied to see the garment land squarely over his bulging cock. He looked up approvingly at my silk panties and hold-up stockings. Slowly I rolled each stocking down, following them with my panties, as his eyes and smile widened. I squatted nakedly over him, and felt beneath me for his fly. As I undid the zip, his cock bounced stright out at me, standing stiffly to attention, visibly throbbing. He'd not indulged in any underwear at all. He wriggled out of his pants, as I positioned myself astride him... leaning forward so that he could see the look in my eyes, and feel the soft caress of my hair as it tumbled down and across his face. I positioned my mouth by his ear, nibbling his lobe for a moment before growling softly: "You want to be inside me, don't you?" Instead of replying, he grasped me by my arms, pulling me onto him and sliding his cock into my overly eager cunt, in one slick and very sexy move. Any measure of control or restraint dissipated instantly, as the atmosphere switched to one of frantic and synchronized mutual fucking. I matched him: pump for pump, thrust for thrust; our hips moving together, our lips meshing as we kissed passionately. The rhythm matched the pace, the pace increased with the intensity; my g-spot glowed a frantic lighthouse signal at my brain, which caused my cunt to become even more slippery; his cock grew in length, girth and rigidity within me as we fucked and fucked and fucked. God, but he felt good in me. God, but this was great sex. As I rode him hard, his hand found my anus, and roughly probed into it with a curious finger. I screamed in delight and he finger fucked my ass as urgently as he cock-fucked my cunt. It was delirious. I couldn't believe we'd finally made it to here. Emails, then phone calls, and finally a business trip to Canada. Both of us behaving like frenetic carnal animals, bucking and tossing together on the bed. Neither of us wanting to be anywhere else, regardless of other entanglements. This was all that mattered for now, this urgent, crucial and vital experience. If we never met again, this would be enough. We fucked harder and harder, each trying to meld into the other as we both soared higher and higher. The heat in the room grew until I felt trickles of sweat roll down my face, as I neared my apex. His balls, as they repeatedly slapped against my ass, felt hotter and harder than they had before, and I knew he was nearing his too. He drew back his head, and looked me in the eye, as he continued to silently grind his cock into me. "Yes?" I nodded, breathlessly. "Yes!" He let out a bloodcurdling groan of pleasure and raked my back with his nails. "Oh my god, Missy. Yes! Yeeeeeees! Ohhhhh...." I bit down on his neck as I felt the waves of orgasm sweep over me, moaning his name over and over. He yelped in pain and pleasure at the bite, and shivered tangibly as I held him close to me. I felt his cock subside within my cunt, finger still inside my ass. He kissed me once more, before falling back onto the bed, utterly spent. I sat astride him, gasping for air. "Shit, that was incredible," he breathed. I nodded breathlessly. "Best fucking blind date I ever had." Breaking The Ice Blurb Jerry is returning to his small Minnesota hometown after the sudden death of his grandfather to a town full of memories he'd tried to escape. He soon remembers one of the only good memories of his time spent growing up in the small town and reconnects with a person he had long forgot about. However Jerry's reception in town is not all that welcoming and he'll have to work hard to break the ice and earn his way back into the hearts of his former friends, and that of David. Niches: m/m, love, bears, kissing  ***** Breaking the Ice Chapter 1 Stepping into his grandfather's home brought back memories of Saturday morning French toast and warm, happy Christmas mornings. Jerry looked around at the earthly possessions of his granddad, evidence of the only parent he'd known since he was eleven. He put his pug down on hardwood floors and closed the door to the biting Minnesota December. The dog stayed close to Jerry's feet, suspicious of the unfamiliar surroundings and annoyed by the dog vest clinging to his back to fend off the cold. Since he was eleven, this was the only true home he'd known. Even after fleeing the small town for the city lights of Los Angeles, he'd never felt more at home than how he did here. Walking through the foyer, he and Butch tentatively made the trek into the small living room that was designed to get as much of the fleeting sun when it reared its head. He'd been afraid that the memories would be suffocating, but as he settled into his granddad's recliner the memories that flooded him was more comforting than nostalgic. The home hadn't changed much over the years, even though he'd only been back here three times over the past ten years since he'd secured his escape to varsity through scholarships and his granddad's forethought. In fact, much of the town hadn't changed much at all. He stared at the mantelpiece framing the fireplace and smiled at the photos of his life's achievements; his beefy build towering over his class and his bearded smile radiating with promise on his graduation day, and the many holiday snaps of him and his granddad when he flew him down for visits during the years. He leaned forward in his seat and placed his face in his open palms, rubbing his afternoon stubble in deep thought. "Looks like it's just me and you, boy," he said at the wheezing dog at his feet. He made his way up to his old bedroom, in a space vacuum and untouched over the years and passed out on his bed, jeans and boots still intact. ***** The funeral had been touching, but draining all the same. He'd arrived the day of the funeral in order to lessen his stay in the town and intended to settle all the legalities as soon as possible. The town folk hadn't been that welcoming to him at the funeral. Only a handful of well-wishers had taken the time to extend their condolences, but for the most part people had kept their distance. He'd chalked it up to people not really knowing what to say, and not really knowing him anymore for that matter. The fridge contained butter and spoiled milk, the freezer running over with unhealthy frozen dinners. He smiled at his granddad's undying bachelor ways and shrugged into his jacket - he might not remember how to drive in thick inches of snow, but he remembered the importance of layering up in Bloomington, MN, population 82,960, during winter. Leaving Butch perched perilously close to the roaring hearth he slipped out of the house and made the trek to the 1997 Tacoma pickup that Jeff Bummer had been driving ever since. The best route to the town's largest supermarket was through the main street. Driving carefully on the slippery road, Jerry couldn't help but smile at all the memories that vied for dominance. He noticed the wall behind the church and instantly was taken back to senior year Fourth of July weekend where he and a few friends had a very close encounter with the sheriff because of a grand homemade firework bomb backfiring in the worst way possible. Driving past the town's only youth center, he remembered the Saturday afternoon where two horny sixteen year olds shared their first kiss in the utilities closet - David someone or other, if he remembered correctly. He'd noticed David at the service and had been impressed by the evolution of the ruggedly handsome boy with the sad eyes. He'd retained the same sad looking eyes but a decade later and he'd grown in all the right places Jerry thought as he put the truck in park in the supermarket's lot. Jerry noticed Mrs. Anderson who he'd seen at the service that morning, on duty behind the cashier, for as long as he could remember. He made a beeline to the alcohol and filled his basket up on scotch and beers, his drinks of choice. He went in search of peanut butter, but must've been missing it. Mrs. Anderson noticed him walking up and down and asked him what he's searching so frantically. "You're going to need more than peanut butter toast to soak up all that alcohol," she said and moved laboriously from behind the counter. She showed him to the back of the store in the only place he didn't search. "Right here," she said, "where it's been for the last forty seven years," she said. As he headed to the tills, stocked up with all the beer he'd need, he noticed a lady standing with her small daughter eyeing him disdainfully while weighing potatoes and loading cauliflowers into her trolley at the same time. He loaded his items onto the conveyor as it was becoming obvious that his reception in town was icy at best. A bit on edge and slightly annoyed by the attitude of the folks of the town, he was carefully navigating his way down the road en route back to the house. An icy sheath covered the road, the remnants of a light drizzle that was making it especially difficult to steer the car. Well-timed brakes were key to bring the vehicle to a standstill at robots. With only a few blocks to go until he reached home he realized he was in the wrong lane that eventually became a turn lane and switched on his indicators before making a lane change. An obnoxious honk dragged him out of his terse concentrative state back to reality. He checked his rearview mirror and saw a scowling driver behind the wheel of a bright red Escalade. So he'd cut the guy off, he thought, it wasn't intentional, unlike the guy's obvious overreaction. He sighed as he flashed hazards in apology. This just further fueled his resolve to settle his granddad's estate and get the hell out of this town. ***** David could hear Butch from the driveway. The dog was barking its head off probably from being kept holed up all day and the sudden shift from a hot climate to this extreme cold. He was comforting the dog when a furious knock on the door rapped the house. "Will you keep that yapping mutt quiet? I'm trying to work!" "What the hell is your problem?" said Jerry. He recognized his neighbor as none other than David, the boy he'd shared his first kiss with when he was sixteen and horny. David's countenance seemed to vibrate with animosity. Jerry didn't know where the hostility was coming from. He hadn't seen the guy in ten years and can't remember pissing him off any time before that. "That dog has been barking and driving me mad since the moment you stepped foot here. It's getting very old, fast. And I'm not the only one's been complaining about it either." He challenged Jerry with a daring stare. "I can't get any work done with that constant racket. And learn how to drive!" David stalked off and left a flabbergasted Jerry staring at his retreating back. "Figures," he said as David made his way up the driveway with a red Escalade parked in it. "Goddamn small town blue collar worker bee," Jerry said and slammed the door.   Chapter 2 Jerry woke in his granddad's recliner with a stiff neck and shivering, with cold ashes where hours earlier a beautiful fire in the hearth had been keeping him warm. He waded through empty beer cans littered on the ground and stared out at a grey, snow covered front lawn. The sight was enough to further add to his depression. To make matters worse, the relentless snow since he's arrival in Bloomington had been doing number on the entire town, and he'd steadily been noticing eerie sounds coming from the porch roof. The last thing he needed was a caved in roof when he was trying to sell the house as soon as possible. Getting the coffee going, he pulled on a jacket and went to investigate the roof. He desperately wished he knew what to be looking for, and berated himself for not paying attention all those years spent in his grandfather's hardware store about how to take care of snow removal. His years spent in accountancy school didn't train him for something like this. He did know that he'd have to get rid of that accumulated snow on the porch roof soon, or he'd have a lot of damage and repairs on his hands. He headed back inside and poured black coffee. It was a Sunday morning but he'd try his luck. He found the number to Bloomington Maintenance and Handyman Services only to get a voicemail from David giving his cell number in out of office hours emergencies. "Unbelievable," he said. No way was he going to allow David to clear his roof's snow. He could just imagine the smarminess. He instead decided to face the cold again and make the trek to his granddad's old maintenance and hardware store in the hope of a referral to another service provider. Jerry spent a good ten minutes pleading with Butch to keep quiet and settled him splayed out in front of the warmth of the freshly roaring hearth. ***** Much like everything else in town, his granddad's old hardware shop hadn't changed much over the years. Aside from having expanded a bit, it still had the same familiar smells, and the counter was stacked to the brim with all types of odds and ends, just as he remembered it. He was constantly reminded of his granddad everywhere he turned in this town. It made him think a lot about the past ten years, and he was feeling melancholy about the memories that was constantly vying for his attention. He felt guilty, having run from this town the moment he graduated and chasing the big city life, but his grandfather had always encouraged him to chase his dreams. His granddad had known he wouldn't have been happy here, with the possibility and allure of the big city life. In hindsight, though, the big city hadn't given him the peace and belonging he'd gone in search of. He was constantly reminded by one of the mantras his mother had drilled into his head before her and his father's death in a vehicle pileup, that no matter where you went, you take yourself with you. He was beginning to recognize the wisdom in those words more and more as he was pushing thirty and had a string of unsatisfying relationships behind him. Walking to the counter, he was greeted by a bored looking high school student who was absorbed in his tablet. He wondered who now owned and ran the hardware store, which had been in his family so long he couldn't remember a time in his life that his grandfather hadn't been behind that very counter - until seven years ago when he had finally retired after a lifetime of achievements and keeping the town intact and the roofs of the homes in good shape. "I'm in need of snow removal services," he said as he approached the guy behind the counter. "Do you guys know of any service providers in the area?" "We offer snow removal services," said the cashier. "Our owner's in the back. I'll have him call you to check availability," he said and handed Jerry a book to write his details in. Turning to leave, Jerry saw the beefy build of David come out of the back office. Surprise replaced initial shock as he realized David had bought his Bummer's Hardware and Electrical. "Hi," said David. "Was there something you're looking for?" "You own my grandfather's store?" David asked. "If you'd bother to keep up to date with the life of your grandfather, you'd have known who bought the store from him, and how difficult it had been for him to admit that he couldn't run it any longer." Jerry stared at David. He had certainly filled out well, with a solid build, firm thighs and bulky arms, and a closely shaved head that made him seem slightly shorter than he was. He was the handyman you wanted to pitch up when you had a blocked drain or other home maintenance emergency, and fit the role well - except for the obvious chip that was weighing down his shoulders. "Can you tone the attitude down a bit? I'm sorry I cut you off, and I'm sorry about the dog, he's just out of his element a bit." "He's not the only one," David said. "What the hell did I ever do to you?" asked Jerry. "I haven't even seen you in ten years," he said. "That's the point," David said. "You just left everyone behind and didn't even look back. Your grandpa was lucky if he saw you once a year." "What was I supposed to do?" said Jerry. "I wasn't about to spend my twenties in this godforsaken place. I came back for him when I graduated, he was the stubborn one. He knew I loved him. He never expect me to give up my dreams for anyone." "That's right, because that's the type of man he was. He was fine with it all," said David, "paying for your education, keeping your lifestyle stocked, so long as you were happy, but you weren't, and obviously still aren't, and it's what killed him in the end." "Check yourself," Jerry said. "You know nothing of my life." He was trying to keep his temper in check. "What I do know is that you never appreciated the sacrifices he'd made for you, to keep you in that expensive school, pay for your studies and give you a head start in life that many would've given anything for," David said. "How can you make such sweeping statements about someone you don't even know?" David asked. "How can you show your face here, selling your granddad's house and boxing up all his possessions as if erasing all evidence of his existence from a town he helped build from the ground up?" "Forget the goddamn snow service, I'll fix it myself," Jerry said and left the shop. ***** Jerry opened his front door to a stone faced David staring back at him. "I bet you're doing a how-to web search for snow removal right now," David said. David handed him a folded invoice and motioned his team from the truck. "Settle that with accounts. We'll have your roof cleared in no time," he said. "I'll get the kettle going then," Jerry said in response. He went back into the living room and closed his browser before heading to the kitchen. He kept a close watch on David while he instructed his team and was taking care of removing the snow from the porch roof. Not out of having any doubt about his professional abilities, but for other obvious reasons. Despite his biting remarks that had hit very close to home during their confrontation, he found himself incredibly attracted to the jerk. He'd had his fill of LA twinks the last decade, and had lately suspended his search for a partner, concentrating instead of getting his career as a CA off the ground. He remembered the attraction he'd had towards sixteen year old David all the more clearly now as he watched the beefy chest strain under his work clothes and the sweat collect under his beard line. David had grown into the a fine looking bear and if he could have only had a personality transplant, Jerry could've seen a few less lonely evenings in his future. ***** Taking the steaming mugs of coffee out to David and his crew, bear pheromones immediately hit him from all corners. He was so used to young twinks taking up his free time that being surrounded by these levels of testosterone was a heady experience. David took the coffee and gave a few grateful sips. "Careful you don't scorch your tongue," Jerry said. "I'm sure you remember," David said, "the only way you survive winter here is to enjoy scorching drinks. Thanks for the coffee," he said and walked to his crew. "Take your time," Jerry said under his breath and appreciated the retreating view of David. ***** Jerry had gotten so caught up in his grandfather's study with the many papers and policies that commanded his attention, he hadn't noticed David standing behind him. "I knocked, but you didn't answer," David said. He was momentarily surprised by David's presence, but quickly recovered. "Done already?" he asked and got up from the desk. "It goes far quicker when you have a team behind the effort." "Thanks for coming out on a Sunday," Jerry said. "Actually I don't think your porch would've lasted another night. I'd wanted to offer my services to you sooner, but I wasn't that inclined," he David. "I get it, you think I'm an elitist jerk, but thanks anyway." "Well maybe not elitist," David said. "Are you always this passive aggressive?" Jerry asked. "Was I being? I thought I was always direct." Jerry smiled at the acerbic reply. He felt intellectually challenged by David, something he didn't know he'd been missing from the circle of friends he kept in LA. And he was becoming more and more attracted to his beefy neighbor and wanted to see if anything could come of it. "Talking about scorching food..." said Jerry. "We weren't." "I'm making chili buffalo wings for dinner, if you don't have any other plans tonight." David seemed undecided. "I'm really celebrated for my buffalo wings," Jerry said, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. "I like mine extra scorching," said David. "Good. So do I." "And I'm still billing you time and a half for today's work." "Naturally," Jerry said. Chapter 3 David arrived for dinner wearing an open collar long sleeve shirt under his burly jacket and blue jeans with worker boots, already shedding his jacket because of the welcoming warmth from the crackling hearth. David handed him a beer and settled on the ground in front of the fireplace. "You must be feeling very country," David said as he popped his beer and settled on the three-seater opposite Jerry "Not really, I just enjoy being fireside, I always have." A wheezing Butch made his way over to David's feet and settled by his feet. Jerry smiled and sipped his beer. "That hardly ever happens. He doesn't like strangers and takes even longer to warm up to them." "I'm a lovable guy," David said. "Dinner should be done in about an hour." Jerry stretched his tight jean-clad legs out in front of him and settled with his back against the recliner. He kept one eye to see if he could pick up on any interested signals, but David had become fascinated with playing with Butch's perpetual downcast face. Maybe he was spoken for, Jerry thought. "So is there anyone special in your life?" David asked. Maybe not, Jerry thought. "No one worth mentioning," he said and poked the fire. "Do you have anyone?" "Too many to mention," David said. "Kidding, obviously," he said. "Strange," Jerry said. "I thought they'd be lining up to catch a catch like you." "It's not like we have a huge population to start out with, and we're definitely not a gay mecca either." He laughed at the wryness in David's voice. "Did many of our class mates flee?" "Most of them did," David said. "Only a few of us stayed." "Why did you?" he asked and locked his hands behind his head, stretching his button down over his hairy chest. "I never wanted a big city life. I knew we were lucky to have a small town upbringing." "A part of small town America," Jerry said and stared back at the fire. "Why did you want to leave here so bad?" "It's not like I set out to abandon my granddad," Jerry said. "Even though my granddad had done a great job at making me feel at home here, it was still the town that took my parents from me. I don't know. Maybe I had to leave here to make peace with it." He looked at David, who was staring at him in contemplation. "Do you feel like I abandoned you?" Jerry asked. Breaking The Ice "Maybe," David said honestly. "You were so handsome, and I'd grown...fond of you." "It's OK to use the world love," Jerry said. "If that's the word you want to use. There weren't many openly gay guys around back then. And besides," David said, "I thought we'd had a moment in the utility closet." Jerry laughed at the mock seriousness of the statement. On a more serious note, he said; "The only reason I was so comfortable with my sexuality was because of my grandfather. He knew about me before I even really did, and he never made me apologize for it or feel bad about it." "I know that," David said. "He had helped me with coming to terms with myself too. And he'd had a stern talking to with my dad after my abysmal coming out." "Yeah?" Jerry laughed. "That was my old man." "I'd always wondered how such a liberal, open-minded guy could spend his life in such a small town." "My granddad lived in the wrong age," Jerry said after a moment of contemplation. "He was too liberal for his time. But his good spirit had saved him from the persecution many others would have faced from society with his views. I don't know what I'd done to deserve him, but somehow the universe had given him to me to take care of me," Jerry said. "He knew you loved him," David said. "He was real proud of you too, he really was. He would go on for hours about you if I gave him the chance. I think he suspected that I'd loved you too," David said. Jerry seemed surprised. "He didn't mention me much?" David asked. Jerry shook his head. "He'd warned me off of you," David said. "Said that you weren't the settlin' down type, and he could see I wanted the mortgage and family life." Jerry laughed. "It's true, I had worked hard to escape that, but I'm thinking those middle class aspirations had been what I was running towards all these years." "Why did you want to get out of the small town with such urgency?" David asked. "I've asked myself that question a lot more recently," Jerry said. "I guess I was afraid." "Afraid of what?" "Of being obscure. I never wanted to be simple," he said. "What do you think constitutes obscurity?" David asked and lifted Butch to his lap. "Your granddad led a rather obscure existence by some people's standards, but he was the most extraordinary person I'd ever met." David was happy that his grandfather had meant so much to other people and that he'd had such an impact on the life of David in particular. He's was only sorry that his wanderlust had ended up robbing him of much of the last decade of his grandfather's life. "...millions of people won't remember his name in ten years' time, but his impact on the lives he touched will reverberate for generations," David said. "You're right. But with age comes wisdom, and I'm seeing things differently nowadays." "Like what things?" Jerry stared at David's intense gaze but sidestepped that landmine. "I've thought about you a lot over the years," he said. "You always remember your first kiss." "You kept me company quite a few nights in my adolescence," David said. Jerry smiled as recognition dawned and was thrilled that David was picking up on his vibes. "But then you probably had more than enough real experiences to keep you busy after moving to LA," David said and petted a content Butch. "It's definitely not as the movies sell it," he said. "What? Big city life?" "Everything," Jerry said. "Independence, adulthood. Truth be told," he said, "I never felt like I belonged there." "I know." Jerry looked surprised. "...and so did your grandfather. It's what made him so sad, and why talked to me about it. He'd worked so hard in his life to give you what you want, to see you happy, and it saddened him that you weren't." "I don't know why, but it never fulfilled me the way I thought it did. After spending more than half a decade in accountancy school only to go from one room to another and spend my days balancing other people's books and my evenings chasing skinny guys who weren't into me. Really when you think of it, what is there to belong to?" "At least you have Butch," David said after a while. "Seems like he's really taken to you." Butch was splayed out over David's lap, contentedly snoring. "How'd you end up buying my grandfather out?" David talked about his years after high school, how he'd ended up helping his grandfather out at the store and ultimately taking out a mortgage and bank loan to buy the hardware store from his grandfather when he retired after the workload and demands became too much. He kept the old man company, or they actually kept each other company, and David still kept a few odd jobs around town open to keep his granddad busy so that he wouldn't feel entirely obsolete. "I'm happy you had each other," Jerry said after a while. "Didn't you ever have a real, meaningful relationship in the last ten years?" "I never fit into the gay scene in LA, obviously," Jerry said. "Don't get me wrong, we've got a fledgling bear scene, but I went through a strict twink phase." "Most people do," David smiled. "You never did?" "I've always been into beef," David said, shamelessly cruising him. "You really want to kiss me right now, don't you?" Jerry said. David looked nonplussed. "Are you always this conceited?" "Just admit that you want to kiss me," Jerry said. "I won't," he said. "And who's to say it isn't you who want to kiss me right now?" "Well it's all academic anyway," Jerry said. "Why's that?" "Because I'm not letting you kiss me tonight anyway." "Let me kiss you?" he said. "Believe me, if I wanted to kiss you you'd know about it, and you'd probably not be able to do anything about it." "Oh so you're that irresistible?" He considered David for a moment. He could see the smile behind David's eyes and knew there was a soft heart behind the tough exterior. "Besides," David said, "the way I remember it, you were the one who was sweet on me in the youth center." Hi smiled smugly. "What bullshit, I just had to fend off your hands. I barely escaped with my decency intact," Jerry said, aware how David was trying to get the upper hand. "That's really not how I remember it," David said and moved over to him next to the hearth. "In fact," he said, "You were so horny for me, it was coming off you in waves," David said. He placed his hand on Jerry's thigh and cupped his package, leaning in closer. "I was just an innocent boy," he said. "You took advantage of me." David maintained eye contact before moving in for a tender kiss. His lips were soft, contrasted by his spiky beard that scratched with Jerry's own stubble. "Just as I remembered," David said as he pulled away, leaving Jerry wanting more. "You remember?" "I never forgot," David said. "I told you, you wanted to really kiss me right now," he smiled. David kissed him again, this time far more searching. It felt as though all the pent up emotion, all the years of loneliness and frustration and unshared experiences culminated in that one kiss. The emotion and sentiment behind the kiss expressed more than a decade of conversations ever could. "How hungry are you?" Jerry asked after the kiss broke. "I'm starving," David said, "but not for food," he said. "Want to take it upstairs?" he asked. "No," David said. "Right here." Jerry let out a breath and allowed David to take lead. He leaned into the kiss and didn't bother trying to unbutton his button down, instead ripping open the shirt and faintly registered the buttons hit the hardwood flooring. David was already trailing kisses down his hairy abdomen towards his rapidly swelling package and the anticipation in the air was palpable. ***** Jerry woke up under his king size bedcover, the fire roaring away with Butch curled at his feet. A weak sunray entered the living room, with the promise of a sunny day ahead. The smell of fried bacon and the promise of coffee made him sit up steadily, his first night of receiving in a while reminding him of it as he settled in his seat. David must've fetched the bedding after he'd nodded off and made a makeshift floor bed for them. He heard David opening and closing drawers and cupboards in the kitchen, already familiar with all the utensils' locations. As sounds and smells of home filled the air, he remembered his and his grandfather's Saturday morning French toast breakfast ritual, and how it had offered him a sense of security. Realization hit him like a flying brick that the home he'd left to find in a big city had been right here where he started the journey all the many years ago. ***** "Who was that on the phone?" "The realtor," said Jerry. He looked at David, spatula in hand and felt the energy in the room shift. He kept his face stony as he collected his documents and got up from the desk. "Good news?" asked David. "Depends on how you look at it." He could hear the cogs turning in David's mind, and had to keep himself from shouting it out. "How do you look at it, then?" "I told her I'm not selling after all. I think Bloomington is in desperate need of a good CA, don't you think?" David visibly relaxed and grabbed Jerry around the waist and pulled him into him, possessively placing a on his beefy ass and pulling him into him. "In that case," David said, "I look at it very favorably," and kissed him. ***** Breaking the Ice with Jimmy "You can't be serious!" I muttered to Joe when he asked me to wank for him. "Of course I'm bloody serious, that is why you accepted my invitation to come round to my pad and see me isn't it. Pete?" I gasped, it had all come with some surprise. I knew Jimmy was into miniature car modelling and, although this sounds corny - I was naive to believe that was the purpose of his invitation. I told him so, that I was not really into linking with another guy. "We can do the modelling bit later, just chill and enjoy the moment, Pete - I have always liked you enormously, I would have thought you would have known that, I've made enough overtures in the office." Jim and I worked as clerks in a solicitors office and, no I hadn't particularly noticed anything different about Jimmy's approach, I tool it to be just being friendly. How naive can one get! "Well I knew you hadn't got a girl friend, that you were like me, free. So perhaps I assumed too much and if that is so I am sorry for embarrassing you Pete." I felt awkward. I liked Jimmy, he always made me laugh with his particular brand of humour which could be near the mark sometimes, but the rest of the office staff liked it and so did the girls. But as I sat there sipping coffee. I did feel a twinge that made me feel horny, that is mildly putting it and I was thinking perhaps it is not such a bad idea taking up Jimmy's offer. He was the perfect host asking if I'd like some nosh or anything else he could put on the line. "It's a shame you're not of the gay leaning, Pete I could have really gone for a slice of dastardly corruption." "Is that what you call it?" I laughed and feeling myself getting more and more horny Jimmy wasn't slow to notice the hump in my trousers with a sheer look of delight in his eyes." "So maybe then Pete" he continued looking down at my embarrassment, "Maybe I should do it for you?" I guess he could tell I was shy, he told me to hold my breath and count ten, then if I didn't like it he would stop and no umbrage taken. That seemed practical, This was a new adventure whether I was gay or not. I did exactly as he told me too, simply relaxed and closed my eyes. The first feel of his touch was indeed magical. It was a very first experience with anyone, least another guy and Jimmy was soon showing me the rudiments of sexual transition. Was I really letting him unzip me in that very slow, enticing provocative manner and should I go through with it. I liked it though, and when he touched me there, so very gently at first, telling me IO had a real beauty it all started for me. I knew then my leaning, it was as if it had suddenly been made aware of it when Jimmy laid his head on my tummy and started to massage me so very nicely. "There, that's not so bad Pete is it?" I grunted something that represented a positive response but what he was doing to me down there was really setting me off in a frenzy and I wanted more and more. "You are really lovely Pete, you should be proud, Have you seriously never been wanked before or anything else? "Never" I breathed really starting to enjoy Jimmy's further exploration, the touch of his finger tips over my balls felt good and, on asking me to open wide, after he'd removed my trousers and boxer shorts, he was soon touching me in a way I would have never imagined would have made me feel so good, making me feel so sexually aroused I felt I wanted something more than his finger inside me. "You like don't you Pete?" I nodded, feeling him stretching my butt cheeks, it all felt so wonderful and then he started to lick me there, I felt the tip of his tongue lingering between that very sensitive part between balls and asshole, then his smooth engulfing me. I felt it was a dream, was he really doing that to me, did he fancy me that much but for the next half hour at least he proved that he did and soon I had been thoroughly sucked wanked, licked and I don't know what, because it was all equally as sensual I was in another world. Then... "Would you like me to fuck it now" he whispered rimming my well primed and sucked asshole. The thought had been there for a little while as I felt the joy of his fingers slowly stretching and inserting deeper and deeper, the joyful slaps on my buttocks felt good too, it was all so scintillating and I knew then that I did want his fuck, as much as he could give. I was even so sent by his sensual explorations that for the first time I was sucking cock, It was an instinctive thing to do, there it was all propped up and ready to go, I just felt I had to sample the goods and taste the pungency of real live fresh stiff cock and I wasn't disappointed. "Now over on all fours with you, Pete" Jimmy ordered and I felt akin to his masterful ways, it felt so good too getting into position and displaying myself . Presenting my self for his enjoyment. "It may hurt a bit at first, Pete but I will take it slow at first but to be truthful it will not be easy because you have such a great ass. I gritted my teeth, held my breath and waited. I soon felt the heat of his knob rub against where he had been sucking and licking, between my balls and asshole, it was like he was trying to get into me there and I was just about to tell him that he was in the wrong place when suddenly it was there, inserting into my virginity in the most prolific way. It was then I experienced all that went with the fucking, the explicit language which really geared me into wanting all he had to offer, his hands grasping each hip tightly to hold me in position signalling that his fuck was going to be rough and hard. It was, From the time I felt it slide up inside me, the real hurt as it stretched something that I had never been stretched before, the gasping and the yelling. With every thrust he yelled Fuck, and his grunts and groans, along with my own, said that he really enjoyed that first fuck. He soon came and I felt numb and empty as he took it out. "That was lovely Pete, we shall have to do that more often." I lay there, exhausted, I felt myself and there was a little blood showing on my finger. Jimmy said not to worry, it always happens first time, next time he would give me more. I thought he had given me the lot then! "When you feel my balls slapping the rear of your thighs you will know it is as deep inside as it can go. Next time Pete?" I pulled up my trousers realising that it had all happened in less than an hour. I sort of thanked Jimmy for bringing me out. "Thank what I put in the coffee" he giggled "You mean?" "Well it broke the ice didn't it and now, once and for all you know your leaning and you can lean anytime for me, deal Pete?" "Deal, Jimmy."