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Keywords: 08, Ch., On, Earth, Heaven,

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He stripped off his suit and I began to orally service him as I had been doing. After a little while he said to me, "You know, this is the end of the season. This is it."

"I know," I said mournfully.

"I was thinking I'd like to make it really special. Like go out with a big bang."

"Sure," I said. "Whatever you want." Whatever that might be. I had no idea what he was thinking of.

"I was thinking I'd like to bang you. I never fucked a guy in the ass before, and I was thinking who knows when I'll ever get another chance. I hear it's really tighter than pussy."

"Oh," I said a little nervously.

"Did you ever get banged in the ass?" he asked me.

"No," I said

"Well, what do you think about it? Would you like me to bang you in your ass? To put my dick way up inside your tight little virgin boyhole."

"Maybe," I told him. "Will it hurt?"

"I don't know. I never got fucked in the ass, but I know a lot of people dig it. Girls too."

"Well, okay then," I agreed. "But go slow. I don't want to get hurt."

"Gary will take care of his boy. Don't you worry. I even brought a little gel to help it go in smoothly. Drop your trunks and turn around. I want to see your ass."

I dropped the trunks and turned my back to him. He walked up behind me and began manipulating my cheeks, which was like a massage and felt very nice.

"You got a nice smooth ass on you kid, and your cheeks are nice and smooth like a woman. I think I'm really going to enjoy this. Lie down on the couch."

"It opens up into a double bed. Maybe that would be more comfortable."

"Sure. Good idea." He helped me open the bed. There was already a sheet on it and we both climbed on the bed. I was lying on my belly and he crawled up in front of my face and let me suck on his dick to get it wet. And then he straddled me again, just as he had when I was lying on the beach half drowned, but now there were no swimming trunks between us, and his hot cock was nestled comfortably in my crack. He took a tube, which had been in the plastic bag he had brought, and covered his dick with gel, and then eased some of it up my asshole with his fingers. I raised my bottom to open the passage for him, so he could get it in as far as possible.

Then the weight of his buttcheeks lifted off mine. He had raised himself slightly and was guiding the tip of his prick into my gelled-up opening. Very slowly it started to slide in. He went very slowly, so it didn't hurt at all, and then he started to fuck me.

And I knew that this was what I had been wanting the whole summer. To feel Gary's powerful masculinity inside my body. It felt so wonderful. I started to work my rectal muscles around his dick inside my body. I tried to create a certain pressure, so that it would be like I was giving him an anal blow job. My ass was trying to suck the cum out of him.

I was moaning a lot, but he was too, and he was licking my neck and my ear, and running his palm all over my buttcheek.

"I want to shoot my load inside your hot pussy, kid. Okay?"

"Yes," I said. "I want you to. I want to feel you come inside me. I want your cream in my body. Give it to me."

"Oh, baby! Your ass is so warm and so tight and so smooth. I've never had a fuck like this before. Never. Too bad you're not a woman. I would marry you and fuck you every night for the rest of my life."

That sounded good to me, but I wasn't a woman so it wasn't going to happen.

He just kept fucking and fucking me. Very slowly. There was no hurry. He wanted to stretch it out as long as possible, but that was not to be forever, because in about ten minutes I felt his body go into little shivers and tremors, and he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up tightly against him, and I could feel spasm after spasm of hot cum shooting up my passage.

"I'm coming," he screamed. But I already knew that. "Take it. Take my hot cum." And as he was holding me tightly against him and shooting into me, I shot my own wad out onto the sheet, without me even touching myself.

We lay there for several minutes, not moving, luxuriating in each other as our breath and heart rates returned to normal. Finally, however, the inevitable happened. Gary stood up and pulled on his trunks.

"See you, kid. It's been a great summer. Good luck at college."

"Will you be here next summer?" I asked him.

"Don't know. Never plan that far ahead. Bye now."

And then he was gone.

I got my parents to take the cabana for another summer, and was hoping that I would find Gary there. But there was a new lifeguard. Shorter and not as handsome. Not really worth drowning over. After a while I lost interest in the beach and just stayed at home in my room and read for the rest of the summer.

I have had relationships with other men over the years, but nothing approached that crazy puppylovesick exhilaration I had experienced with Gary. If I close my eyes even now, I can see his lean tanned torso standing in the open doorway of my cabana. His teeth gleaming in the suntanned face that was smiling at me. That image will forever be stamped in my mind.

After grad school, I took a job in the city, and also an apartment, and only went out to Turtle Green to visit my parents. My father died first, and about five years later my mother passed on, but I never sold the house. I thought that maybe someday I would move back into my boyhood home.

And that did come to pass. I retired, and I was tired of the hustle and bustle of the city, so I moved back into the family home. I slept in my own room. The master bedroom was bigger, of course, but I didn't feel I belonged there. That was my parents' room. I had my own room.

As you can see, I'm overly nostalgic. It's very hard for me to let go of the past, and my first joys, and my summer with Gary.

Last week I was walking down State Street, the main street in Turtle Green. I had driven into town to pick up some groceries. Suddenly I heard a voice behind me.

"Harry?" it asked. "Is that you?"

I turned around and saw an elderly man and a good looking young boy about eighteen approaching me. "Is that you, Harry?" The elderly man asked me.

"Yes," I said, but I had no idea who he was.

He saw that I was at a loss. "Gary," he said. "It's been a long time."

"Gary," I nodded as the realization hit me. My handsome wonderful Gary was now this elderly man standing in front of me. I stretched out my hand, and we shook hands.

"I thought you moved away to the city," he told me.

"I did," I said. "But I just moved back into my parents' old house."

"Great," he said. "Harry. I'd like you to meet my grandson, Todd. Todd, say hello to Harry"

"Hi Harry," said Todd.

"Hi Todd. Nice to meet you," I replied. He was a handsome boy, but not as spectacular as Gary had been, so very many years ago.

"Yeah," continued Gary. "We drove into town to buy Todd here a new pair of jeans and a couple of shirts, and a pair of swim trunks. He's thinking about lifeguarding next summer."

"Your grandfather used to be a lifeguard," I told Todd, which I'm sure he already knew very well.

"Yeah," said Gary. "I saved this man's life, Todd. Except for me, he wouldn't be standing here now."

"Yes, your grandfather saved my life," I told Todd.

"I always wondered what ever happened to you," said Gary. "You served a mean scotch rocks in your cabana."

"Yeah, I remember," I told him.

"Well Todd and me have to be getting home. Todd has a big tennis game this afternoon. Great seeing you again after all these years, Harry."

"Yes," I said. "Great."

But it wasn't. I wish I had never met this man. I wanted to keep Gary as he always had been in a special compartment in my memory. The handsome young man with the big thick dick which I had sucked, and who had fucked me for the first time. Too much time had passed, and the eager adoring young boy that I had been, and the strong, handsome, sexually radiant young lifeguard that he had been no longer existed. We were now just two old men. Life can be so cruel.

After some time I was able to erase that elderly man and his grandson from my mind, and regain the precious image of my handsome lifeguard framed in my cabana door, in that summer by the sea, that summer when I had almost drowned, that summer when I experienced unbelievable ecstasies for the first time behind the closed door of my cabana.
I had baked three types of cookies, a cake, muffins for Wednesday"s lunch, cinnamon rolls for tomorrow"s breakfast, and was working on kneading the week"s bread, which I usually do on Sunday afternoons. I needed to stay out of my bedroom in case they were going for seconds. What made me truly sad: what if they went for thirds? Or fourths? I"ve learned to hide how I feel, I always have. But I have never felt more alone then I did that night, stupidly doing unimportant work.

Since Toby had come into my home, my freezer was filled with extra dishes, made while being close to him working in the kitchen, and I delivered more things then ever to the shelter. Is this all that life has in store for me? Can no one see how alone I am? Can no one find it in his heart to see me for who I am and realize how much I need someone to love me? I placed the bread in a large bowl to rise by the oven, cleaned off my counters, and washed my hands furiously, beating myself up for being pathetic and frustrated because I don"t know how to change how I feel or make my own life better. I escaped outside to my greenhouse, tending the flowers that would fill my planters, baskets, and beds in the spring and summer. I always loved it in here. But tonight it was one more reminder of how pathetically alone I am.

I went back inside, washing up again, needing to check on my bread dough. I was putting the dough into loaf pans and putting them in the oven when Toby walked in. He was dressed in boxers, his hair was mussed and he was slightly sweaty. I could smell her cloying perfume and the raw, basic essence of sex on him. He had come downstairs looking for a snack.

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Keywords: 08, Ch., On, Earth, Heaven,