“Whatever you do, please, don’t talk to me about your wife, or your kids, OK?”
He looked over at me, he actually seemed hurt by what I said, I touched his hand, it was big, the skin was rough, one of 
He pulled me close and shut me up by planting a sloppy but enthusiastic kiss on my mouth. When he pulled back, he said, “I swear, I’ll do and say whatever you want from me”.
I felt my knees go weak for a second. I had to admit, he was charming in a middle class-slowly-going-to-pot sort of way. His hair was still thick, but small wisps of gray ran through it. His eyes were lined with small wrinkles, as was his brow, even his mouth seemed slightly care worn. And yet, in spite of all of this, or maybe because of it, I found him irresistible.
He told me his name was Tony. I’d met him at a bar on a February night back in 1985. It was one of those peculiar times, mid winter, and suddenly a burst of warm weather hits and everyone comes down with a case of instant Spring Fever.
I was feeling it. My sap was rising, and I wanted to get laid. There was one gay bar just a few miles from where I lived, funny thing was not that many folks were aware of it. This was not some huge disco or night club, it was, to the untrained eye, just a little watering hole. In fact, a lot straight folks wandered in to Roscoe’s and never quite figured out that they were in a gay bar. There were no drag queens, no dance floor…in fact with the exception of the multitude of framed Playbills on the wall over the pool table, one might think he was in just another corner bar.
I was nursing a beer when I heard a deep, somewhat familiar voice say, “Hey, are you drinking or just killing time”? I turned to my right and saw a guy, about 45 years old or so. He was dressed in a flannel shirt, a pair of old jeans and a battered ski vest . He smiled instantly – it was a warm, genuine grin, authentic, and it revealed a rather startlingly white set of teeth.
“Killing time”, I said raising my beer.
“Yeah”, he said pointing to the bottle in my left hand, “I sort of figured something like that, you should really get a cold one, warm beer sucks”.
I laughed and he smiled brightly, “See, it’s good, I made you smile, you made me smile, we’re practically best friends now!”
And then before I could do anything he shot out his hand and I immediately noticed the gold band on one of his fingers. “A married man,” I said not offering my own hand, “Go home to your wife and leave me alone”. And with that I turned back to my beer.
“Oh hey, come on now, buddy, what makes you think I wanted anything more than some conversation…”
“Dude, you are in a gay bar, talking to a gay man…”
Suddenly his eyes grew wide in mock horror and he exclaimed, “What? Oh Jesus, I had no idea, I thought this was a sports bar! Wow, wait till the guys at the VFW hear about this!”
In spite of myself, I smiled again, and then I laughed. He was adorable in his attempt to amuse me.
I put my hand out and shook his. It was a firm, no nonsense shake. His hand was very warm, almost comforting, “Tony Martone, and yes, I am a married man, and yes, I am in a gay bar.”
I nodded my head, told him my name and then said, “Unattached, my former boyfriend is getting married in a few months, he just called me and asked me to be his best man, so, uh, you’ll excuse me if the subject of marriage is not something that I am very fond of right now.”
“Ouch”, he said, “He left your for a woman?”
“Something like that”, I sighed.
“Well then, maybe you can have your revenge through me, yeah! Tell him you seduced a straight guy…”
“That i met in a gay bar”, I interrupted.
“Oh man”, he said with mock indignation, “don’t get so hung up on technicalities, will ya, fella?”
Once again I laughed, and Tony smiled brightly again and then bought me a beer, we chatted for about an hour until finally he said, “So what are the chances of you and me going out to get a bite to eat?” His voice was so familiar, sort of deep and nasally, I knew it from somewhere, but I could not put my finger on it. Nonetheless I nodded my head and we left the bar together.
Two hours later, I found myself in the suburban kitchen of Tony Martone We were ripping through a couple of slices of cold pizza and washing them down with a few cans of beer. All around me, domestic bliss was in evidence: hand painted pictures on the refrigerator, a shopping list stuck to the cork board by the back door, flowery wall paper, a stack of dishes in the sink. But, I had to admit it, the pizza was delicious.
“OK”, he sais wiping his face with a paper towel, “Here’s the deal. My wife, she’s a bitch. She knows I don’t love her, but she won’t give me a divorce. I have two great kids, two little girls, I idolize them, and the bitch has made it clear, if I walk, I’ll never see my kids again.”
“Why did you marry her in the first place?”, I asked.
“I thought I was in love, and, well, I, didn’t want to admit…”
“That you were gay?” I finished.
“Give that man a cigar!” He said smiling grimly. “What a fucking mess I am in”.
We talked a while longer and then I said, “Tony, you know what, you need , and so do I – you’re family is out of town, we’ve got the place to ourselves, what say we rock and roll, no strings, no guilt, just to guys getting their rocks off.”
His head jerked back for second and he looked shocked as he said, “Just like that? I mean, you want to…in my house…you want to…wow”.
And then it hit me – this was something Tony might have only dreamt of, but he never acted on it before, or if had, it had been years.
I pulled my chair over to him quickly and gave him a kiss. He pulled back for a second, his face all red, and then he lunged towards me and we kissed again, the taste of garlic and beer spicing up the tongue action.
“Come on”, he said excitedly, we can go in the basement, it’s finished, there's a really big sofa down there…”
“Are you sure your mom won’t hear us?” I joked.
“Aw come on man, this is not exactly and every day occurrence for me … It’s just…”
I reached over and grabbed at his crotch and he almost fell out of his chair, but it at least it shut him up.
A minute later we were in the basement. I gently pulled him over to the sofa and said, “Whatever you do, please, don’t talk to me about your wife, or your kids, OK?”
He looked over at me, he actually seemed hurt by what I said, I touched his hand, it was big, the skin was rough, one of my fingers landed on his wedding band. I smiled and said, “ I mean no disrespect to you, but look at this from my point of view for a second – you are married, you have a wife and kids, and that’s great – good for you, but now, right now, you are with me, your choice I might add, and I don’t want to hear about your home life. I don’t want to be reminded that what were doing is just a little diversion because you might be confused about your sexuality…”
He pulled me close and shut me up by planting a sloppy but enthusiastic kiss on my mouth. When he pulled back, he said, “I swear, I’ll do and say whatever you want from me”.
I felt my knees go weak for a second. I had to admit, he was charming in a middle class-slowly-going-to-pot sort of way. His hair was still thick, but small wisps of gray ran through it. His eyes were lined with small wrinkles, as was his brow, even his mouth seemed slightly care worn. And yet, in spite of all of this, or maybe because of it, I found him irresistible.
…like a man who has been starving and is now facing a buffet table, Tony was all over me. His mouth and tongue at my chest, my hips, my cock, even my toes. In a matter of minutes I was bathed in his saliva. While finesse may not have been the name of this game, enthusiasm sure was at the top of the list – I had not been with a guy this sloppy and anxious for it since I was in high-school…and for whatever reason, that made the whole event even more exciting.
When we finally got completely naked, clothes and underwear strewn about the basement floor, our bodies entwined like a pretzel, I finally got a good look at his cock – and it was a beauty, thick, heavily veined and probably loaded with several years full of spunk. I got myself out of his octopus like arms for a second and made my way to his dick, grabbed it with both hands and shoved the head into my mouth.
“MARY MOTHER OF GOD!!” He exclaimed, his body going rigid.
I paused for a second and then deep throated him, taking every inch, wrapping my lips and tongue all around his newly liberated beast. I felt his hands come down on the top of my head and hold me firm, I gagged for a second and then relaxed allowing him full entrance – and then he let out another exclamation and shot a load into my mouth that was so intense it ended up drizzling down my chin in spite of the fact that I still had not taken my mouth off of him. He howled one more time as his body went limp, but his piece stayed solid.
I lifted up my head, and wiped his juice from my lips and said, “Tony? You OK?”
He looked over at me, his face still flushed red and said, “Not sure, it’s been so long since I’ve had an orgasm with another human being…I, wow, I just…Oh man, what about you? You deserve some fun…”
“The day is young”, I said sitting up, “Why don’t we clean up and then then come back for round two”.
***
The shower was cramped, but we managed. 
As we were drying off I asked him, “So when was the last time you had sex?” He paused for a second toweling off his thick mop of hair, his brow furrowed in thought and asked, “With my wife? Let’s see. July 17th 1983”.
I nodded my head and then asked, “And with anyone else?”
This time he did not pause, “Some guy gave me a blow job in the men’s room of Sears, Christmas Eve over at the mall, last year…I was so fucking nervous, I couldn’t even cum”.
The phone rang, and he dashed out in to the hall to answer.
I finished up and surveyed the bathroom. A cavalcade of women’s cosmetics, shampoos, soaps and conditioners lined a vanity, while on the sink itself was Tony’s stuff: a razor, a bar of Ivory soap, a toothbrush and a comb and brush. Down the hall I saw another bathroom, it must have been the one his girls used, it was bright and pictures of Disney characters lined the walls.
Just then I heard his voice raised, I could not make out what he was saying, but he didn’t sound happy. Suddenly, that easy going, slightly goofy guy had been replaced by an angry sounding man. I heard him slam down the phone and pretended to be drying my hair as he came back.
“That bitch!” He exclaimed, “She said she was coming home tomorrow night, well now she’s changed her plans and is going to be at her parent’s house until Sunday! I had plans on taking the girls to the museum on Saturday afternoon, she knew that!”
I remained silent and put the towel down.
“Look”, I said tentatively, “maybe I should be going…”
“Oh god, no!” He said, his voice going back to normal, “Please, I don’t want you to leave, I thought we were going to hang out …”
I nodded my head, “Sure, Tony, whatever you want”, I said as I put my arms around him again, and slowly began toying with his cock, “anything you want, you’re the boss”.
***
We were back on the huge sofa in the basement, it was a comfortable arrangement, this huge pit style sofa, and this handsome, conflicted middle-aged man in crisis…I could not wait to begin in earnest.
His ass 
He turned on to his back, and we kissed again. And then I pushed his head down to my cock and waited for him to suck me off. Again, his enthusiasm more than made up for his lack of skill, and I was in heaven while he slurped at my meat…finally I had to stop him as I thought I might shoot my load, and did not want to to that quite yet.
“Lift up your legs, rest them on my shoulders”, I said as I slipped on a condom and greased up my pole with small tube of lube . “Wow, you come prepared”, he said grinning as he lifted up his legs.
I mounted him quickly and despite his cries of pain, he still urged me on, and before I long I was giving Tony the fucking he’d been waiting for. His ass was so tight that I thought I might get stuck, but after a bit, he relaxed and we started rocking. I watched his facial expression go from one of anguish to pleasure – he kept reaching for his own cock that was rock hard, and I kept telling him to leave it be, because he needed to save a load up. Finally, I felt myself build up to climax and threw my head back and yelled out his name while my brain flooded with colors and my body exploded in pleasure.
When I pulled out of him, he was still holding on to his cock and he said, “That was intense…” I smiled and tossed him a condom and the lube and said, “Now it’s your turn, Fuck me hard, daddy.”
His face was a-blaze now, ruddy, his grin magnificent, he looked like he was about to do something he’d only dreamed of, as he slipped his thick dick into my aching hole. “Yeah”, he said, “You called me, Daddy, and Daddy is going to fuck you raw!” I pulled him closer by his arms and whispered, “You’re the boss”, and he smirked, and said, “And don’t you forget that…” and then he laughed at the seemingly ludicrous exchange, but I could tell he was turned on by the word play.
Once he was in me to the hilt, he held his place and stared at me. And then he breathed in deep and leaned forward, planting a rough kiss on my lips…and then he started fucking me righteously.
For the next twenty minutes, Tony jack hammered me, letting years of pent up frustration out. I kept egging him on, calling him daddy (which he really seemed to like), and telling him to “pound me”. Soon his body was covered in sweat and his
TO BE CONTINUED…
