Bob and I had worked together for a number of years. Between the work assignments, meetings, road trips, and the company sponsored social events, we became good friends. We had a number of things, other than work, in common. We both liked to barbecue. I’d had Bob and Bea, his wife, over numerous times for cookouts and I’d spent many afternoons at their home. Bob was so into barbecue, especially slow smoking meat, that he usually had a smoker going almost every weekend regardless of the weather. We also shared an interest in fly fishing and photography.
Once or twice a week, we stopped for a beer or two after work. Then Bob’s wife died suddenly and, understandably, he changed. His enthusiasm for the job waned and he began talking about retiring. The beers after work became more than a couple at times. Bob talked about how he and his wife had worked and saved so they could retire together and do a lot of things like traveling, sitting on beaches, visiting new places, and just being lazy and now at sixty, he didn’t have a companion with whom to do all that.
One day at a meeting, Bob announced that he was retiring immediately. He had too many things that he wanted to do and it was time to do them. Over the next few months, I’d call him and we’d meet sometimes for lunch and sometimes for the beer or two after work. And we continued sharing our interests and hobbies.
I got to thinking that I had things that I wanted to do also. Bob said he was enjoying being retired. He missed his late wife, but all in all, he was happy and busy. He just didn’t want to travel as they had planned. I was divorced so not having a constant companion was not a big deal for me. I was a couple of years older that Bob. I made the decision to retire.
I didn’t want to have time on my hands so I got busy from the first day. I took a class in fly tying and I started going to a public recreation center among other things. Bob and I continued with the afternoon beers and the weekend barbecues.
We always met at the same place. As regulars we got to know everyone who worked there and so we chatted with and kidded all the staff. One waitress, Jan, was always nice - smiling, friendly, efficient - and she became our favorite. The fact that she was a good looking woman with a figure that generously filled the tight t-shirt and short shorts uniform she had to wear didn’t hurt.
She kidded us about the how we should get girl friends and stop wasting our time and money in a bar and we kidded her about how she had so many boy friends that we didn’t have a chance. One afternoon Bob and I were nursing a beer and chatting with Jan. She mentioned that she was really tired. Her dog had gotten sick during the night and she’d taken it to an emergency vet clinic.
As she walked away to take an order, Bob commented, “She sure is a cutie. Too bad she’s not nearer my age.”
“Yeah, Jan’s a sweetheart. I wonder how old she is?”
“Oh, I’d say late thirties, maybe early forties.”
“You’re probably right, Bob, but if she gets too tired and really needs to sit down, she can sit on my face.”
Bob looked at me, “Ross, you rascal. I didn’t know you thought that way. But I’d fight you for that privilege.”
I grinned at him, “I’m a muff diver from way back.”
Bob looked wistful, “Yeah, I really enjoyed dining at the Y with Bea.”
“I know what you mean. I like giving head almost as much as screwing. My ex would really get turned on when I munched her muff. I’d lay on my back, she’d get on her knees and straddle my shoulders and I’d go to work on her pussy.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“Yeah, I could play with her tits and ass while I ate her.”
“She return the favor?”
“Nah. That was one of our many problems. She’d lean back and jerk my dick or she’d play with her tits when I wasn’t playing with them, but she wouldn’t go down on me.”
“Too bad.”
“Yeah, I really enjoyed eating her box and she enjoyed it too, but she said nice girls didn’t suck dick.”
Bob shook his head as he sipped his beer, “Bummer.”
“Yeah, bummer.” We nursed our beers in silence.
“Have you ever thought about what it would be like to go down on another guy?”
That got my attention. “What?”
Bob leaned towards me, “Have you ever thought about giving another guy some head?”
I sipped my beer. After a pause, I’d looked at Bob, “Yeah, actually I’ve wondered what it would be like to suck dick.”
“Me too.” Bob slowly shook his head, “Bea said it gave her a feeling of power and control when she blew me.” He grinned, “Of course, I’d do most anything and follow her most anywhere for one of her patented blowjobs.”
We finished our beers in silence. Jan asked if we wanted another round.
“No, thanks, Jan. As much as I hate to, I’ve got to be going.”
She picked up the empty mugs and wiped the table. As she walked away, Bob followed her with his gaze, “You know, Ross, she has a really nice looking ass on her.”
“You’re becoming a dirty old man.”
“Yeah, I know.” Bob stood, “Take care, buddy.” I laid a generous tip on the table and followed him out of the bar.
Later, I thought about Bob’s question. I finally decided that it was idle beer talk.
We met a couple of times for beers after that. Bob talked about upgrading his hot tub and doing some improvements on the deck. “Bea and I really had some good times in that old wooden hot tub, but it is becoming a maintenance hog so I’m going to replace it.
“Would you like some help?”