Zach and Me

Night had fallen over the cityscape about two hours and a half earlier. The Netflix series "Uncoupled" was playing on the 55-inch Samsung mounted abouve the fireplace mantelshelf. I had settled next to my boyfriend in the light-gray fabric sofa and had placed a hand on his thigh.

Zach Ellis is a 40 year old hunk whom I had met beside the pool at Flex Spas on a spring afternoon just 8 months ago. The six-footer in a rainbow-striped speedo captivated me. Conversation came easily. We chatted about tv shows and actors, recent incidents in our lifes, my youth, his youth. I soon discovered that there's an 18 year age gap. Before dating him even occurred to me he had mentioned that age gaps are common among gay men and that he knows of a few such relationships within the LGBT community.

I was 14 when I realized that I like guys. At age 15 my first love was Josh Levit, a classmate at Willoughby high school. A torrid but brief affair that had begun in September ended in January. Needless to say, I was heartbroken

Zach is a navy veteran, having served from 2003 to 2007 aboard the cruiser U S S Vela Gulf. Though not a military vet, I never tire of hearing the stories about his time there. A college graduate with a degree in English, he works as a copywriter.

As "Uncoupled" progressed into episode 3 I made an observation about hookup Apps and selfies, the subject of the episode. Zach didn't reply.

I added that "profiles are not exactly trust worthy."

"I take it you have experience with those apps."

"Once, then I met the guy," I replied.

I asked, "do you watch porn."

"Why should I," he challenged.

"Just wondering."

"Porn is for guys who like to masturbate."

I didn't reply.

Moments when I want to satiate my carnal desire sometimes find him not in the mood. I leaned to my right putting a quick kiss on his cheek. A second later his lips touched my lips then the kiss soon deepened. As I backed away I could feel the blood rushing into my manhood. He had to have noticed my arousal but remained silent about it.

"I'm watching this," he remarked, not taking his eyes off the tv.

As the urge to masturbate struck me, I pulled my sweater_a Coffee casual crewneck_off and tossed it foreward. Without heasitation, I pulled the teeshirt off putting it with the sweater.

Having an erection as hard as a drum stick, I got out of my jeans revealing the "tent" in my briefs. Barely a second later I put my briefs with my jeans.

Zach's eyes shifted. My hand had closed around the six-inch shaft. He turned his head watching me rub vigoriously as the seconds ticked off.

The impending ejaculation encouraged me to slow my pace somewhat. A second later white fluid streamed a few inches leaving a streak between my chest and navel. More landed on my lower abdomen as I shifted the shaft. Another change of aim put cum ob my upper right thigh.

My hand came to rest along side me on the cushion. I shifted my gaze to meet ny boyfriend's eyes.

"Dude that is so hot." His voice was barely above a whisper.

I gave an uninhibited reply. "I love masturbating, forcing my dick to ejaculate."

He nodded. "How often do you indulge?"

"Every night," I replied, my voice barely audible.

We watched one more episode after that then dashed into our bedroom, actually his bedroom. We wern't cohabiting yet.

As Zach undressed in front of me I stroked my member making it stiff again.

Facing foreward, I propped my body on my forearms. Zach penetrated me, his tool sliding in and out. My barely audible grunts belied intense delight.

I strolled to the kitchen after making the bed on Saturday morning. I poured a cup of coffee and joined my boyfriend at the counter.

"Let's go to a museum today."

An airplane enthusiast, I was thinking of Dayton.

"We can do that," he replied.

"I'll drive this trip,"

"About time you drove someplace," he teased.

By 9 o'clock we were headed southwest on I 71 to Dayton. Zach had cued up a novel titled "A Hard Call: Stonewall Investigations series." We soon became engrossed in the gay romance.

Scenery sped past us as did a few cars. We were cruising 65 miles per hour in moderate traffic. I estimated our arrival time to be 12 30. Meanwhile the dshboard GPS indicated mileage and time remaining.

Several tourists attracted by historic airplanes were walking through the USAF museum. At every airplane I stopped to read its history and specifications as did other tourists.

"If I could afford flying lessons I'd take them."

Zach was quick to encourage me. "You should save money and do it."

He added that he "considered the airforce."

"Then why did you choose the navy," I inquired.

"I love the ocean. I like ships."

Just minutes before 3 o'clock after a fascinating time in the museum we arrived at West Social Tap & Table, a collection of eateries some 15 minutes away. A few tables were vacant so we took one by a window. We made small talk over beer and Tacos.

As we came onto I 71 North Zach resumed the audio novel. Once again we both became engrossed in the tale. Neither of us spoke until we arrived home at his apartment building.

As we walked away from the car the question came to mind. How often does a male P I fall in love with the lawyer whom he's assisting?

The sky had darkened before the building came into sight. The weather became colder. I thought it was already cold enough when the sky was blue.

Inside the livingroom my carnal desires came to the surface, again. A look into Zach's eyes gave way to a deep kiss that lasted for several seconds. Like it always does at moments such as this, my dick stiffened.

Zach found another gay thened movie, this one titled "The Edge of Seventeen"

As I settled beside him on the sofa, the desire to stroke his dick through his jeans hit me. A smile played at the corners of his mouth as I stroked his orgmn.

"Do you mind if I take it out, yours I mean."

"Go for it kid," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Seconds later his erection filled my hand.