A Rainy Saturday Awaening

A Rainy Saturday Awakening

By

64Unsure

(All characters are fictional and over 18)

Let me start by saying I am a 60 plus man, not in great shape, but getting better. I was married for over thirty years. A wonderful woman, who sadly passed away a year and a half ago. I took it kind of hard, and went into a period of depression. I just went to work, came home, sat around the house, watching TV and eating junk food.

One morning while getting ready for work, I grabbed a shirt and tried to pull it over my head, when it tore.

While I was taking it off, I noticed myself in the closet mirror, and seeing myself for the first time in a long time. I was not happy with what I saw. I looked around my bedroom, and realized I needed to make a change.

Mary would not have accepted the way I let myself, and our home, go to waste. So, that weekend I started to change, first I cleaned the house from top to bottom. That took a few days.

Next I began to eat a little more healthy, and finally began to get out of the house. I started walking again. Mary and I used to do that regularly.

There is a city park only a few blocks away. It has a jogging trail around the park that wines

through

the trees, with all the other courts and various things needed to enjoy yourself or your family while trying to get into shape.

The neighborhood where the park is located has a mixture of people from my age to college students, no dorms or apartments but houses and homes for all. Mary and I used to go to this park all the time.

The next Saturday I started heading back to the park to walk, and get the fresh air needed to get back into shape. Over the next several weeks, Saturday became a regular park routine. I would walk to the park, walk and run the jogging trail and return home. As time went on, I began to extend my time in the park, walking longer and taking more and more laps of the trail. The trail itself is nice, there are open areas where you can see most of the courts, and there are portions that are a little more secluded, tucked into the woods and around the streams that cut through the park.

It's always crowded on Saturdays. In the morning and most of the afternoon, so you always see plenty of the same people over and over again.

This one Saturday in October there was a little chill in the air and overcast with a drizzle of rain falling. The weather forecast for the day were storms moving in later in the afternoon. So, I intended to do two laps of the trail and head home before the storms moved in. I didn't mind the drizzle, it is the hard rain that I hated.

The park wasn't congested, due to the approaching bad weather. I'd say there weren't twenty people in the whole park, with most of them over at the courts.

As I was on my second lap of the trail, I had slowed from running to walking when it started to rain a little harder and decided to wait it out under one of the large trees in this part of the trail, hoping the rain would ease up for the walk back home.

As I shook off the rain, I heard a noise from behind me in the bushes further off the trail. It sounded like a low groan. Maybe somebody had tripped while doing the same thing I was, waiting out the rain, and hurt themselves.

Walking around the tree, I peeked through the brush, and saw one young man leaning against another tree. While another young man was on his knees in front of him with his back to me. As I looked closer, I saw the gentleman on his knees, head move back and forth. At the same time, the standing one let out another moan, and I realized he was getting a blowjob. I looked back down at the one giving it. Watching him get into giving head. I couldn't see what was happening, but from the porn I've watched over the years I knew what was happening. I began to get an uneasy feeling, something strange was going on in my mind. I caught myself wanting to see more.

As I looked back at the standing man, he opened his eyes and saw me standing there. I froze. He just smiled, and then winked at me. I was caught. I turned to leave when I slipped in the mud and fell. Landing hard and covering me in mud.

I pulled myself up, and saw the man on his knees had stopped and turned toward me. Seeing both of them looking at me. I was stuck like a deer in the headlamps of an on coming car.

I looked down and caught a glimpse of the kneeling man holding the erect penis of the man getting sucked. It looked big.

Something about getting caught looking at them made me panic. Turning away, I ran down the trail as fast as I could.

Being a bit out of shape, that sprint didn't last long, and I found myself slowing and stopping under another large tree towards the edge of the park to catch my breath. It began to rain harder and harder. I was stuck under this tree. When I looked back down the trail and saw the two men heading my way.

Oh! crap, what do I do now?

One of them yelled at me to hold up. I don't know why, but I didn't leave. When they caught up to me, they paused, and assured me that they were not going to cause me any trouble. Here is the conversation as good as I can recall it.

"Hey man, we don't want any trouble, we just wanted to make sure you weren't hurt. You fell pretty hard back there. Are you OK?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, just my pride got hurt when I fell on my ass. It was not my intention to stare park, back there. What you do is your business, but this is a public park, and you two should know better than to do that kind of stuff here." I replied.

"I know that. We live over there." The man who was on his knees was saying, as he pointed across the street.

"We enjoy this park regularly, but something came over me back there with the rain and the fact almost nobody was in the park today, I thought one quick one and nobody would catch us. By the way, I'm Jeff and this is Martin." he continued.

"Look, we're not perverts or anything, we keep our private life private. But this time you did catch us doing something that, maybe, we shouldn't have. All we are saying is we're sorry. Are you ok with that? By the way, what's your name?" his partner Martin said.

After thinking about it for a moment, I said.

"Yeah, it's ok. Just be a little more careful. There are families around." I took another second, and decided to add, "My name is Wayne."

"I've noticed you here before. Over the past few Saturdays. Walking and running around the park. Do you live around here?" Martin asked.

I nodded yes, and pointed in a different direction towards my part of the neighborhood.

"Look, it's going to rain for a while now, and we are all soaking wet. The fact you're covered in mud is in part our fault. Can we at least offer you a towel and a covered porch to wait out this weather?" Jeff said as he pointed again toward their house.

I looked across the street, and saw the fully covered front porch.

"We can stay outside on the porch, if you want, but can we, at least, get out of this rain?" he added as he turned and headed off. Martin just looked at me, smiled, turned and followed. Leaving me there alone. The rain was coming down harder now. The good thing was it washed away some mud.

Then I heard the thunder, and saw the bolt of lightning for the first time. That's all I needed to spur me into accepting their invitation, besides it was an open porch and I could leave anytime I wanted.

Jeff got their first. He already had a key out, and was going into the house as Martin and I reached the porch. After a minute or two. Jeff returned with three towels and handed us each one. As I towelled off I noticed all three of us had Carolina sweat gear on, Martin noticed it about the same time, and asked if I was a Gamecock fan.

" Alum, class of 84." I replied.

"We're both seniors this year, class of 2021." was Martin's reply.

"Well, that's at least one thing all of us have in common." Jeff added.

For some reason, that struck me as funny, so I laughed a little. Me having something in common with two men I just caught having sex in the woods. Jeff and Martin just looked at each other, a bit puzzled by my laughter.

"This is the first time you've relaxed around us throughout this whole thing. I guess that means you accept our apology." Martin noted.

"Look, I didn't mean to come off as judgmental, or anything like that. I never met a gay man before, much less walked in on a couple engaged in that. It's just when I heard you moan back there, I thought you had fallen, and hurt yourself. I was just going to see if I could help." I stated.

"Thanks for trying to help, but as you saw, I wasn't in any pain." Martin said, making the obvious point that he was moaning in pleasure.

Jeff then punched Martin's arm, saying, "Stop it, you're embarrassing our guest. Wayne, would you like something to drink? We have water, juice, wine, or something stronger if you want?"

"A beer would be nice, if you got one." I answered.

"3 Buds coming up." Jeff said, as he got up and went inside. Returning in a couple of minutes with 3 bottles of beer.

The rain continued to get harder, and then more thunder and lightning popped.

"We had better get inside. This storm looks like it's going to bad." Jeff said as he looked at me for a response.

"I'm covered in mud, and there is no way I can go into your house without making a mess. You 2 should just go in. I'll just hustle back through the park to my house. Thanks for the beer, and I am sorry for the interruption back there. I hope you get to finish what you had started." I said, trying to politely not accept the invitation.

Wait, why the fuck did I add that last part about interrupting the blowjob. Maybe they did not catch on to what I meant. I hoped.

"No way, I've already laid out some extra towels just inside the door when I went to get the beer. All I ask is you leave your muddy shoes out here, besides this is no kind of weather to be cutting through the trees with all the lightning going on." Jeff said.

Martin got up and headed in, Jeff reached out, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the front door. I kicked off my shoes.

I broke Jeff's grip and bent down to pull off my socks and stuff them into my shoes. As I stood up, I looked into the house and saw that Martin had already taken off his sweatpants as he grabbed a towel and headed into the house. He was wearing only a jock strap with his ass pointed back at me. I paused a second before standing back up.

Jeff caught me looking. He just grabbed my hand and pulled me inside their house, handing me a clean towel.

"Take this, and head into the guest room down the hall. I'll bring you a robe, and you can take off your gear. Place it into the laundry hamper.

You are welcome to use the shower in there to warm up and get clean. If you are quick, I don't think the storm will cause any problems. The power goes out a lot around here for some reason when these type of storms hit.

When you get done, come back out, and meet us in the living room for drinks, and conversation to wait the storm out.

Martin and I will use our bathroom to clean up.

Later, when the storm passes, and you get ready to leave. I'll have your clothes clean and dried by then."

Their house was warm compared to the cold, wet weather outside.

I cautiously accepted Jeff's offer to use his guest bathroom and shower. I turned and followed Jeff as he led me to the guest room.

"Don't worry, I won't tell Martin you were checking out his butt." he said.

"What? No, I wasn't. It was just there. I couldn't help but see it." I stammered back.

Jeff started laughing.

I looked at Jeff.

"Relax, I'm just fucking with you." Jeff smirked.

He opened up the door and pointed towards the guest bath.

Once I was inside the room, he left, to clean himself up.

Damn, this guest room was better than my master bedroom. The bathroom was just as nice, a multiple head shower in a large walk in stall. Took me a second to get the water right, but man am I glad I did.

The hot water relaxed me. I must have lost track of time because soon there was a knock on the bathroom door, and Martin was saying, "Wayne, are you ok? You have been in there a long time. You haven't fallen in there, have you. Do you need me to come in, help you up? Or maybe wash your back?"

"No, no, don't come in. I'm ok. I just lost track of myself in this shower. I'll be out in a second." I stammered.

Wait, did he just throw my words back at me that I had used to describe walking in on him and Jeff in the park? What did he mean, wash my back? Am I being set up for something? My mind started wondering just what have I gotten myself into? I think I had better put my clothes back on and go.

I turned off the shower. Toweled off, and looked for my clothes. I looked around for my underwear, and realized that I had put them into the hamper with my sweats. The hamper was nowhere in sight.

When did that happen? Had Martin or Jeff had come in while I was in the shower? Did they see me naked in there? Why did I care about that? All I could do was put on the robe Jeff had laid out for me.

As I put the robe on, I noticed that it was one of those half robes. It was barely long enough to cover my hips, let alone my ass or cock. Shit no way I could walk out like this. I took a clean towel and wrapped it around my waist. I waited a couple of minutes, wondering if I stood just stay in the guest room or go out.

There was a knock at the door.

"Wayne, I've got your clothes in the wash. Martin has poured you a whiskey to help warm you up. If you want to stay in our guest room, I can bring it to you, or you can join us in the living room." Jeff said through the door.

I'm 6 decades on this planet. Never backed down from any bar fight in my life. Hell, I started more than one. Here I am nervous about sitting in a room, in a bath robe, with you gay men dressed the same way. Thinking about hiding behind a door. Ego took over. I'm straight, I was married to a wonderful woman. No way I was going to let any gay man intimidate me.

"What kind of whiskey?" I asked as I opened the door.

"Nothing special, just Jack Black." Jeff informed me. Taking my hand, and leading me back to the front of the house.

As I turned into the living room, there was Martin sitting on the couch. Dressed in the same short robe as me, except no towel around his waist. The robe was open over his chest.

He was a hairy man. Why did I stare at him?

He noticed that I was looking at him, and smiled at me.

Jeff pushed me into the chair just across the room, and handed me my drink.

I was staring straight at the couch and Martin's semi spread legs. I swear I could just about see straight up his robe. Jeff was also dressed in the same type of short robe I had on. He was a bit shorter than me and his robe covered his ass as I watched him walk across the living room and sit down next to Martin.

"Guys I appreciate you letting me warm up from the weather outside, and I am sorry for disturbing you earlier, but I have to tell you I'm straight, just so you know. If you're thinking of trying to seduce me. It won't work. I'm just not into men." I tried to say as macho as I could. Martin laughed at that point.

"I don't know what you're thinking right now, but seducing you is not what's going on here. Not unless that's what you want us to do.''

Staring right at me with that same sly smile and wink he gave me when he caught me watching him in the park.

Jeff, broke in. "Damn it, Martin, shut up. Wayne, please forgive him. He's not like this normally. Just relax. I want to get to know you, and my bitch of a husband is just being an asshole right now."

"Excuse me, I don't know what I'm saying right now. I'm bit flushed right now. I have never met a gay couple before, and I don't know what to say. I'm sorry." came my poor attempt at an apology.

"No need to apologize, Wayne, please relax. We are all here waiting out the storm together." Jeff said to reassure me.

After that, Jeff took over the conversation, and steered things away from sex. I began to calm down a little, as I tend to do when drinking Jack.

As the conversation continued about different stuff, and a second round of jack was poured by Jeff. I ended up telling them about Mary, our life together and her death. They were interested in how I was coping with her passing.

We talked about many things. Where they had come from, and that they were med students, and that's what led them to Carolina. Then the whole conversation switched to Gamecock stuff, from baseball to basketball to football and all things Carolina.

As I relaxed a little more and began to forget we were sitting in the living room in robes and towels, the washing machine set off a ding, Martin got up saying it was time to put the clothes in the dryer. As he got up to move towards the dryer, his robe rode up and no longer covered anything below his waist.

There he was, walking damn near naked right in front of me. Jeff caught me looking at Martin's cock as he passed in front of me.

Jeff noticed I was uncomfortable and said, "Don't let it worry you. I know these robes are a bit short, but they are wonderful at keeping you warm after a shower, so I bought several sets.

Besides, I'm sure you've been to the gym and seen more than one man's cock in the showers before. It doesn't mean anything."

"Sure, I've been to the Y, and I've seen a few dicks before in the showers. But I've never been in a room with two openly gay men before, and it's freaking me out a bit. I just don't see the appeal of gay sex." I said, trying to convince myself more than him.

"How do you know those men at the gym weren't gay and checking you out? I have to admit something to you. When I went in to get your muddy clothes, I peaked a little.

You were lost in the warm water from the shower. You have a cute ass and a nice piece of man meat between your legs. Any woman or man would love to get their hands on both." Jeff confessed.

I knew someone had come in while I was in the shower.

"I didn't think of that, and thanks? I think for the complement, but gay stuff just isn't for me." I said, a bit unsure of my words at that point.

"But have you ever considered it? Any question or maybe a fantasy about what it would be like to be with another man? What would it feel like to have the control over another man's orgasm? That is what is, control. You control when your partner cums. The different way you suck him, gives you complete control. Doesn't that make you think about it, just a little?" He asked directly.

I was caught a bit off guard by his direct question. His choice of words put something in my head.

"No, definitely not, I like pussy. Always have, always will." I stated frankly.

'Let's stop talking about me. It's making me a little uneasy. Tell me why you and Martin. What got you two together." I asked, hoping to deflect the subject away from me.

"I've always known I was gay and never been with a woman. When he met me, he was dating his high school sweetheart. I knew a mutual friend of hers. I was going out one night to met my friend.

We met at a dance club we all happened to attend. I found out he was trying to get into USC, and I told him I had been accepted. The night went by with all of us just dancing the night away. As the days passed, we would see each in school and say hello, in passing.

After he got accepted, I discovered he wanted to become a doctor. The same as me.

Martin asked me if I wanted to share a dorm room together. He said we could help each other with our studies. That's when I asked him if he knew I was gay.

He didn't care about that, he just wanted someone he knew could help him with the workload. So, I said sure.