Thirty years ago I moved to another town because of a job. It was a great job, great advancement and plenty of travel. I just got married weeks before moving and we settled in just outside the Capital.
I loved the job. We traveled about 5 months a year and went all over the country. We worked as a team and each of us had a specific assignment. Yet we all could do the other person's job, and sometimes did. During travel, we all stayed at the same hotel/motel/suites because we got a good group rate and the government per diem was not very good. So it worked out. We would always have more money coming out of our pockets, but we had fun. Happy hours most nights after work, golf on weekends and room parties. We all became great friends.
However, one of our team members, older than me, always stayed somewhere else. He was an exceptional worker, got to work early, stayed late and a wonderful guy. He just did not do things with us. I noticed that he always was a touchy man. He would give me a hug or rub my shoulders when I was sitting at my desk. I never thought much of it. I was pretty young (actually 29) and it never bothered me. I was the same type of guy. I always hugged people, touched them when I talked to them (not sexually, just a tap on the arm or put my hand on their shoulder) and I just considered it outgoing.
Well, over the years I thought back on those times and Jim. (I will call him Jim). I moved up the management ladder, he changed jobs (same government department just a difference part of the organization) and we just saw each other in meetings, in the hallways or at lunch. I always liked him because he was a great guy and a very hard worker. But now that I look back at it, I think he was probably a closet gay. He was married but his wife passed away about 15 years ago. I think back on how he was around me.
The hugs, touches and I remembered one comment. He said as he was hugging me, "I could eat you up." Then I just took it in passing, no sexual meaning. Now, wow.
Anyway, in recent years, I have become increasing curious. I was curious about being with a man. I look at gay sites, read gay stories and masturbate thinking of men. DO NOT ASK ME WHY AT MY AGE!!! I just do. I have been thinking of contacting Jim and would like to meet with him for dinner and just see what happens. What I would like to happen follows. So, Jim, if you happen to access this site, read this story and know it is you I am talking about, email me.
My scenario
I finally got in contact with Jim through a friend at work. I emailed him and just asked how he was doing, what he was doing and when was he going to finally retire?
He responded that he was glad to hear from me and he said he was not sure when he would retire, he liked the work. He asked how my wife and I were doing and was I working.
I replied to his email, said I was not working, wife doing ok and I had found some old pictures that he might like. I asked where he was living and I might be in the area one day. I did not hear from him in a couple of days and thought our email reunion was it. But I finally got an email, he said where he was living and if I wanted to drop the pictures by one day, just let him know. Or I could just mail them to him. I said I was over in his area every Thursday for sports, so how about next Thursday around 7PM?
He replied, "ok."
Well, I could not wait for Thursday, yet my pulse rate was wild and I was scared. So, Thursday came and went to my sports league, played until 6PM, had a few drinks and then headed to Jims. He was about 40 minutes away. All the time while driving I was thinking, "What the hell am I doing?" and I was nervous and sweating. Well, I missed most of the turns, missed roads, turned around and finally got to his street and house. I parked, grabbed the pictures and a bottle of wine. Hell, I don't even know if he drinks.
I rang the doorbell and waited. The door finally opened and there was Jim. A little older but he looked the same and had that wonderful smile. And, as always, he gave me a big hug. "Come in. Wow, you look retired," he said.
I followed him into the house. I didn't realize how big he was. He was a tall guy and not overweigh, just large. I handed him the wine. He said, "I don't really drink but I will open it for you." He went into the kitchen and returned with a glass of wine for me. We sat in the family room and I handed him the pictures. We were sitting side by side and I commented about each picture he looked at. Some of work buildings, other pictures of our team, male/female and other people who were detailed to work with us. We talked about some who had died and some who were a pain in the ass and about the state of the organization today. As we talked, I just looked at him. He hadn't really changed, but I did not realize what a big man he was. He had less hair, as I did but had that wonderful rosy face and smile.
"Well, let me show you my new purchase." He said. I got up and followed him into the den. He pointed to about a 50" plasma TV. "Not sure why I got it, but I love watching old movies on it." He said.
"Oh, you need some more wine." He said looking at my empty glass. I followed him into the kitchen and he took my glass and refilled it. Before he gave it back to me he hugged me again.
"It is so good to see you again." He said. I hugged him back and sort of lay my head on his chest, as he was taller than me.
"It is great," I said as he continued to hug me. I was getting hot and did not know if I should say something or what. But I released my hug and he asked if I wanted to watch and old Bogart movie with him. I said ok.
"Oh, have you had supper?" he asked.
"No, just a couple of drinks with peanuts at the league." I replied.
"Let's get a pizza." He said. He left the room and I just sat on the couch watching a "Friends" rerun. He was gone about 15 minutes and returned saying, "It should be hear soon and oh, I forgot, is pepperoni and mushroom ok?" he said embarrassed.
"Sure, I can pick the mushrooms off." I replied.
Jim put on old Glenn Ford movie and I cannot remember the name. We sat and watched it and about 40 minutes later the doorbell rang. Pizza. I offered to pay or split, but he paid. We ate the pizza and I noticed he did have a beer. Noticing me looking, he said, "I do like beer with pizza."
We ate and drank. I got up and finished the last of the red wine. He had a couple more beers. The movie was great. Had Lee Remick, Stefanie Powers and Ross Martin. (Wild wild west guy). Still can't remember the name.
As my wine stopped flowing but my mouth didn't (talk, talk, talk), I needed to go to the bathroom. He told me were to go, I went, pissed and returned. As I walked past the kitchen, he said. "I have no more wine but a friend gave me some scotch."
I said, Ok, a small one." I went into the kitchen and he handed me my scotch with one ice cube.
"It is really good to see you after all these years." He said. And I felt the sincerity in his voice.
"Me too." I replied. We both just stood there looking at each other. I was at a loss of breath. He put his arm around me and we went back to the den. We sat on the couch, he pushed play and we started watching the rest of the movie. But I was ready to see if what I thought was real. We sat next to each other, and every now and then, our bodies touched. The movie was just something else going on in the room. I turned toward him and asked if he saw a person from our section anymore. He put his hand on my knee and said no, but he was still working.
My heart was pounding. I finally said, "Jim, why didn't you stay with the group when we traveled?" I looked him in the eye. Watching his face, I knew. Yes, I knew.
He didn't respond quickly, but he finally said, "I just did not like all the activity."
"Maybe I should have stayed where you stayed." I said. "I wish you had." He said. His hand touched mine.
I finally said, "Am I right about what you felt for me?" He squeezed my hand. Then I said, and where the hell did this come from, "I think I am ready."