It was the day of my Dad's funeral and a service was held in the undertaker's chapel. I was amazed at the amount of friends he had, some of whom were in his bowling club and such.
I enveloped into tears after the ceremony and this guy who called himself Rob came to comfort me, saying he had known Fred ( my dad) ever since he joined the bowling club two years before and thought he was a great .
He was still in attendance at the burial, standing beside me, for I had no family to speak of.
He hugged me to his shoulder and I openly wept. I was going to miss Dad even though we had, had our differences and had not spoken of late..
When Rob clasped my hand I felt a sincere warmth coming through. When I started to take it away he continued to clasp and then placed his other hand over my knuckles.
I was highly vulnerable at the time and although I appreciated Rob's concern I felt that it was just a little more than merely that.
He whispered saying I would get over it and would need to move on. "I can help you do that, Pete" he offered and then he said; "Come back to my car, the windows at the rear are shaded and I could relax and be at ease, then he would be glad take me for a drink.
I relented, the funeral was done, Dad's friends had departed and there was just me and Rob left.
When we got to his four- wheel drive it was roomy, he opened the rear door and beckoned me in. I thought he would go to the drivers seat in front but he too came and joined me.
It was then I began to realise there was more to Rob's concern, yet oddly I felt no repulsion when his hand grasped mine and he whispered for me to let him make me feel better after the ordeal.
It was as if he knew my very private sexual leaning that, even though I was 21 that year, had never been exercised. I had often thought how it would be to have a boy friend but somehow, with me being reserved, I had never had the opportunity to really set my frustrated feelings free - and for so long had done what all lonely guys do. But of course it could never be the same, like being with another guy, like...
"Let me comfort you more, Pete" he said and it is strange and unlike me, because normally I would have immediately hedged away, but whether it was because of the deep emotional state I was in or if it was just something about Rob and his manner that stayed me. I could not fathom.
I guess with me not saying a word he took that to be okay and I felt his hand start to rub me so delightfully which felt rather lovely.
My first reaction was to push his hand away.
"Come on Pete, you know you'd like to. Let me just give you a gentle massage and you will soon feel better, I promise."
It was magic, simply magic, it was like I had known this guy for ages, he was at least twenty years my senior but that didn't seem to matter at all, any shyness I felt seemed to fade when he said just to hush and relax.
His fingers sort of bunched around the swelling which had now become apparent beneath my black trousers and when he slowly unzipped me it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
"I shall be a little sweaty I'm afraid" I said knowing how smelly I could be on a hot summer's day and having to wear all that mourning gear. I have always been so conscious of my hygiene.
"Shush! don't you worry about that, I love your smell. In fact it turns me on. Look it is so ready" Rob said having brought out my swelling over the waistband of my boxer pants, and lightly squeezing and moulding it in his hand, almost like it was a ball of clay -and he was one of those potters. I simply loved it and immediately I felt at ease, I relaxed just like Rob suggested I did, closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. The wonderful sensation of his gentle touching.
Was this really happening? It seemed too good to be true that at last it took a thing like my Dad's funeral to enable this meeting with a most attractive guy, who was so very experienced, the way he massaged and spoiled me to the hilt, the way I felt him cradle me beneath as he started to guide me in his mouth and suck me there, but still lightly massaging me back and forward, exposing my plum each time, which he took well enjoyment of, licking and sucking me so intently and deeply to make me want to cum.
Just the feel of his mouth and fingers working on me seemed to take all the harsh emotion of the day away from me, instead I felt a warmth I had never felt, realising that being treated this way by another guy made doing it yourself a very poor substitute.
He made it last by grasping the girth tight, so that he could enjoy a little more before I cum, he told me.
