Danny comes for the summer.
I did okay after my divorce five years ago. Luckily, we had no rug-rats. I got the house and the lodge at the lake and most of my retirement money. She got the place in Florida and the rest of the savings and a monthly paycheck from my software company. Best of all I got my freedom from a complete female bitch, and at thirty-three at the time I was ready, so I thought.
It took me a year of dating women after the divorce to discover that females are nothing put users and takers. They all give shitty blow jobs and only fuck when they want something. My friends, those I thought were friends, weren't and now being single I lost, all my married buddies.
The next three years being single I worked sixty to seventy hours a week and doubled my company's clientele. My doctor told me after the fourth year to take three months off which I did leaving the company in the hands of the vice president. I moved into my lake house with the idea it would turn into a full-time home.
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Returning there after four years I fell in love with the area again. The small town didn't change much. Across the five-mile lake a new restaurant and two new watering holes were added.
Two weeks after moving in, a neighbor stopped by to see who had moved into my place. I opened the lake front door and saw a man of about ten years my senior standing there with a big smile, a nice tan, and a good build.
"Hi there," he said. "I'm Bob and live in the house at the bend and wanted to say hi. No one's been living here for a few years. Happy this beautiful place will get some use." He eyed me up and down as I did him. He looked to be in good shape with a sexy smile.
"I'm Carl." I put my hand out to shake his and said come on in. I held the door open for him as he entered the family room. "Thanks, for stopping by. I was wondering if anyone was living here year-round."
Bob looked around and said, "This place is as beautiful as everyone said." He walked up to the granite stone fireplace and smiled. "Nice"
"I'll give you a tour, Bob." I showed him the kitchen, dining room, four bathrooms, four bedrooms and the wine cellar in the basement.
"It is twice as large as my place, how long are you renting it?"
" I own this home. I had this place built seven years ago. Got divorced five years ago," I said. " I'm semi-retired and now plan to enjoy it. I have one more place to show you." I opened the door in the kitchen to a hallway that leads to the indoor pool. "I have to get a tanker truck up here to fill it. It'll be great in the winter."
"Fuck, this place is great. No swim suits needed here," Bob said.
We went back to the kitchen area. I watched his beefy ass swing in his tight tennis shorts. I wondered if he was married, single, bisexual, or gay. Standing at about five feet and seven inches he must have been a twink, in his younger days. I explained why I had been away for so long.
"Bob, would you like a drink. A beer? No wine yet as you saw. Have a seat." I pointed to the kitchen table.
"Beer is fine." He said as he sat at the table and showed off a nice package between his athletic thighs. Fuck I must be horny I thought as I took in the delightful sight.
I poured both beers in chilled glasses and said, "So tell me about you, Bob. Married, here for the summer? Retired?"
I scanned Bob closer. I guessed he was about sixty years old with a good crop of brown hair with just a hint of gray. He had a solid build that showed nice tone. I wanted to get a look at his hip's, but he sat down to quickly.
"I live here year-round now," Bob said. " My wife died five years ago, and I took early retirement. I have a thirty-year-old nephew living with me. We've been together for three years now. He owes those two bars across the lake. One is a family bar and grill. The other is a gay hang out, very colorful." He sipped his beer as he looked at me with a sly smile. "I've been there a few times to help out when a worker calls in sick. A nice group of gay guys, some lesbians too."
"I did notice the new buildings over there. How's the food at that restaurant? Is it open all year?" As I got up to get another two beers, I noticed my shorts got wet from the water on the chilled glasses. Bob took a look and saw the outline of my crotch. I made sure I spilled some beer on myself when I poured the second round into the glasses. "Are there many gays living around the neighborhood to support that bar? Never been into that sort of thing but one never knows." I looked into his bedroom eyes and asked, "You and your nephew are like... a couple?"
Bob smiled, looked at the large wet spot and said, "Be careful Carl, you'll have to change if you get too wet." He got up and got a dish towel from the counter and handed it to me. "Here use this to help dry yourself off. The restaurant has great food. The gay club is a nice place to unwind."
"Thanks." I said as I rubbed the wet spot right above my cock.
"Andy, my nephew is gay, and he and I are quite close in our relationship. He does a good job of marketing the gay bar on the internet," he said. "The place is bigger than what it looks, and the party's brings in some good money. Some private parties can last for days. There are four bisexual guys living in the area. All of them are married. But we do have a gay guy on our road and a few gay guys rent across the lake."
"Sounds good as long as no one gets a hair and complaints." I got up and tossed the towel back on the counter.
I could see Bob's reflection in the kitchen window and saw he was checking me out. I didn't know why but I wanted something from him. I've had no sex for years except for jerking off and I did swear off cunts. He looked appealing to me. Was I going bi? Or was I straight to gay? I carefully readjusted my cock and the zipper of my shorts wanting to give him a better show. I turned around and he was inches away from me and I accidentally brushed up against him and he steadied himself by putting his palm on my ass. We looked at each other before moving away from each other. I got hard thinking of what could be. The last man to man sex was almost twenty years ago in an adult book store a few times. I did enjoy the experience of a man's mouth on my cock and learned to enjoy sucking cock too.
Bob only smiled as he kept his hand on my ass and said, "Maybe some night we could visit our gay neighbor that lives down the street from me, or that colorful bar of Andy's."
Being almost six feet tall I looked down into his light brown eyes and saw a pair of moist lips and said, "Maybe someday next week we could, I have a lot of work here before fun and games, but it does sound like fun." I stared into his eyes and using the tip of my tongue wet my lips slowly. I saw that act had gotten a positive reaction in a gay video I once saw.
"The real fun starts in the evenings after eight," Bob said as he patted my ass and moved a hand to the back of my bare thigh and suddenly raised up on his toes and gently kissed me. "We can have a preview here if you like." He licked my lips while his free hand squeezed my breast playing with my nipple.
I put my arms around his body and kissed him back with an opened mouth. I pressed my hips into him wanting to show him I was ready to swap blow jobs. I didn't know if he was bi or gay. I didn't care. I just knew I needed sex, and it didn't matter if it was with a sexy guy like Bob, or Andy or the gay guy down the street.
We Frenched kissed for what seemed like forever before I said, "Let me show you my bedroom again." I took his hand in mine and pulled him to my room. We stood at the side of the king-size bed and kissed once more. He started to get out of his clothes as I turned down the bed and got naked for him so he could see my body and hard on.
I watched as he pulled off his shorts and saw his penis. It was longer than the guy in the ABS that I could remember and maybe wider. His bush was well trimmed. I moved closer to him and placed my hand on his hard dick.
"I only did this a few times, about twenty years ago in an adult book store," I said. "You'll have to teach me what to do."
" Don't worry, it's like riding a bike. We'll take it slow." He pinched one of my nipples that made some precum leak out of my shaft. I moaned as I kissed his neck and whispered into his ear. "I want to feel your cock in my mouth, it's been so long." I pushed him on the bed with his cock ready for me. His body was smooth, soft, and sexy for being sixty years old. I wanted to worship him by kissing his legs and chest.
