couldn’t stand more than five minutes in the car. He was fine for the first five minutes, but when the car started moving faster, he’d jump down on the floor and start shaking. He
hated the car.”
Noah stared at Jonathan and asked, “What happened to him?” He’d been playing
with his string beans, shoving them into his mashed potatoes as if he were building a
barricade on his plate.
Jonathan smiled. “One afternoon we left the gate open by accident, and Old
Homer disappeared. No one could even remember who did it. It just happened.”
“Just like Tucker,” Noah said.
“That’s right,” Jonathan said. “He just took off on his own. We looked
everywhere, all over town. And we didn’t find him. I was devastated. I couldn’t eat or
sleep. And then one day, about three weeks later, a woman on the other side of town
called my mother saying she’d found him. Old Homer had a name tag with an address
and phone number, just like Tucker’s, and he’d turned up on her doorstep one morning.”
Noah sat on the edge of his seat, still staring at Jonathan. “Did you get him back?”
Jonathan nodded. “Yes, we did. He was thin and he had a few bruises, but we got
him back and he lived to be the ripe old age of nineteen years old. We never knew what
happened to him while he was gone. We figured he’d just run off and gotten lost on the
railroad tracks. The woman who found him lived near the tracks.”
Lisa stopped eating and said, “That’s amazing.”
Jonathan smiled and said, “I’m telling you this because I don’t want you to give
up hope, buddy. I never thought I’d see Old Homer again. But I did.”
Ed said, “Tucker also has an identification chip in his ear. So if anyone finds him,
anywhere in the city, we can always locate him that way, too.” Noah thought for a moment, then asked his father, “Can we post his picture
around town, Dad? Maybe he’ll turn up just like Old Homer.”
“We’ll post his picture, I’ll take out ads in the newspaper, and I’ll contact all the
vets I know in the city to keep an eye open for him,” Ed said.
“I’ll post it to craigslist,” Lisa said.
Noah smiled for the first time since Tucker had run off. “Well, if Jonathan can
find
Old Homer,
I think we can get Tucker back, too.” Then he reached for his fork and
started to eat his chicken.
Lisa smiled at Jonathan, and Ed looked him in the eye and said, “Thanks for
telling that story. It even makes me feel better.”
Jonathan shrugged and said, “I really did think Old Homer was gone, but I got
him back anyway.”
After dinner, Ed dropped Lisa and Noah off at the guest house and said good
night. Jonathan waited in the car and he walked them to the door to make sure Noah was
okay. When Ed came back, he started the car and looked at Jonathan. He reached down,
grabbed his thigh, and said, “It’s late and we’re both exhausted. Why don’t you just
spend the night? I don’t want you going back to the hotel at all. If you need a change of
clothes, you can borrow something of mine in the morning.”
Jonathan smiled and said, “Aren’t you worried about what people might think?”
Ed threw his hands in the air and said, “I’m so tired right now I don’t give a fuck
what anyone thinks anymore. Just come home and spend the night with me. I always
sleep when you’re there, and tonight I want to sleep. I don’t want to lie there staring at
the ceiling all night.” Jonathan reached between his legs and grabbed his crotch. Whenever Ed hiked up
his pants and sat down, he was one of those men who showed a huge bulge between his
legs. Jonathan squeezed it a few times. It felt firm and doughy. “Is that all you want to
do?”
Ed laughed and adjusted himself in the seat so Jonathan could get a better grip on
his package. He said, “Maybe.” Then he slipped the car into gear and backed out of the
driveway with Jonathan’s hand between his legs.
A few minutes later, they reached Ed’s house and Jonathan was still holding his
crotch. He’d squeezed it and massaged it all the way back to the house. Now he was
holding more than just a soft, thick package. Ed’s penis had grown to a full erection and
it pulsed up and down in Jonathan’s palm. Jonathan pulled down his zipper and pulled it
out of his pants. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and held it tight. Ed spread his
legs wider and rested his head on the back of the seat. “You want to do it here in the
car?”
“No,” Jonathan said. “I want to hold on to it all the way into the house and up to
the bedroom.”
“You’re going to have to let go when I get out of the car,” Ed said.
Jonathan smiled. “No,” he said. “You’re going to climb over the seat and get out
through my door so I don’t have to let go.”
“I’m older than you are,” Ed said. “What if I can’t get my leg over the center
console?”
“You’re not
that
old,” Jonathan said. Then he unbuckled his seat belt and leaned
over. He tightened his grip around Ed’s erection and lowered his head, then slipped half of Ed’s penis into his mouth and sucked on it a couple of times. When his head went up
again, he smiled and licked his lips. He tugged on Ed’s erection and said, “Now lift those
legs over the console and follow me upstairs to the bedroom so I can get down on my
knees and work that big thing the right way.”
Ed almost lost his balance and fell back, but he made it over the center console
and out of the car. When they were standing in the driveway, he kissed Jonathan on the
mouth and they slowly walked toward the back door. Jonathan held his shaft and walked
backwards. Ed kissed him and held the back of his head to guide him up the back steps.
When they were inside the house, Jonathan turned around, repositioned his grip, and
yanked him upstairs.
When they were in the bedroom, Jonathan went down on his knees and
unfastened Ed’s pants. He pulled down his zipper and they fell to his ankles. He ran the
side of his face up and down his hairy thigh for a moment, taking deep breaths to absorb
his tweedy, masculine aroma. Ed was wearing white boxer shorts; they were all bunched
up and his erection was sticking out of the opening. There were few sights more
wonderful than seeing a huge dick pop from a pair of white boxer shorts. Jonathan stuck
out his tongue and licked the head, then said, “See? Walking around with me holding
your dick wasn’t so hard, and you’re not too old to do anything. Besides, I like pulling
you around by the dick. I should do that more often.”
Ed’s eyebrows went up and he smiled. “You really do like my dick, don’t you?”
Jonathan nodded and licked the head. “I can’t get enough of it.”
Ed spread his legs wider and ran his fingers through Jonathan’s thick, dark hair.
He lowered his voice and said, “Get naked.” Jonathan released his grip and stripped for him on the floor. He was wearing a
black dress shirt; he opened the top three buttons and pulled it over his head. His cream
colored slacks came off fast; he pulled his shoes and socks off with them. When he
slipped off his white briefs, he did it slowly. Then he tossed them up to Ed and smiled.
Ed reached for them in mid-air. He clutched the underwear Jonathan had been
wearing all evening and he smiled so widely, his dimples turned into creases. Then he
pressed the white cotton briefs to his nose and inhaled so hard his chest rounded forward.
Jonathan lifted his head and watched him. He pressed both palms on Ed’s thighs
and ran them up and down with slow, even strokes. He’d never had a lover who had done
something like this in front of him. He’d once caught a guy sniffing his underwear when
he thought Jonathan wasn’t watching. Jonathan had done the same thing on the sly many
times; most normal gay men would. But no one had ever inhaled the scent of his
underwear while he’d watched.
When Ed removed the briefs from his face and tossed them on the floor, he said,
“Take off my shoes and socks now, then take off my pants.”
Jonathan, still on his knees, leaned forward and untied his black shoes. He
loosened the laces, held Ed’s ankle with one hand and reached for the heel of the shoe
with the other. He pulled it off slowly, then removed his black sock. Ed’s foot was soft
and warm and smelled like shoe leather. He had large toes, a deep arch, and a wide instep.
Jonathan didn’t have a foot fetish, but he thought Ed’s were the sexiest he’d ever seen.
After he removed the other shoe, Ed removed his shirt. It landed behind him on
the bed. When Ed was naked, Jonathan rose up on his knees and took Ed’s penis with the
tips of his fingers. His thumb slowly massaged the thick vein on the bottom with light strokes. Without moving his head, he lifted his eyes to Ed’s face and took the thick
erection into his mouth. And when the head hit the back of his throat and Ed’s pubic hairs
were pressed to his lips, he opened his mouth a little wider and sucked up his ball sack,
too.
He guzzled and sucked on Ed’s entire package this way for a few minutes. From
the moaning coming from Ed, he had to wonder if anyone had ever sucked his penis and
his balls at the same time. Ed just stood there groaning, taking swallow breaths. He held
Jonathan’s head in his hands and pressed hard on his ears.
When Jonathan finally removed Ed’s balls from his mouth, he only did it because
the sides of his face were hurting. But he didn’t remove Ed’s penis from his mouth. He
began the serious cocksucking. If he’d said that out loud,
serious cocksucking
, it would
have sounded silly to anyone who didn’t know or understand anything about gay culture
or gay sex. But Jonathan, like any gay man, had always believed there was a difference
between good cocksucking and a dreadful, forced blow job. The bad ones, given by those
who really didn’t like doing it, amounted to nothing more than following the expected
motions. But Jonathan loved it: he liked the feel of it, the taste of it, and the smell of it.
And he loved Ed’s penis more than any other penis in the world. So he pressed both
palms on the bottom of Ed’s flat stomach and moved his head back and forth. His cheeks
indented and his tongue gripped the bottom. He wanted to please him and show him how
much he loved his body. Saliva dripped from the left corner of his mouth; loud, sloppy
suction noises came from his lips. He sucked this way until he could taste pre-come on his tongue. It wasn’t as salty
as it was with other men. Ed’s had a sweet under taste that made it special. Ed grabbed
the top of his head and said, “Let’s fuck.”
While Jonathan got up on the bed, Ed lathered his erection with lube. Then he got
into bed and said, “Lie down on your right side and lift your left leg up high.”
Jonathan smiled and followed Ed’s orders. When he was on his side, his lifted his
left leg up high and pointed his toes. Ed grabbed his ankle and lifted it even higher, then
he crawled between Jonathan’s legs and shoved his erection into his ass crack. Jonathan
was used to Ed’s penis by then: the head slipped into his hole and the shaft went up his
ass with one easy push. When it was in deep, he rested his ankle on Ed’s shoulder and
said, “Come inside me, Ed…breed me.” He didn’t scream this sentence. He said it softly,
almost as a stage whisper.
He wanted Ed to pound and hammer and slam his ass until he filled his body. For
Jonathan, this was the ultimate erotic pleasure. He even liked all the tacky clichés: man
juice, nectar, cream, et cetera. He’d been with guys who had fucked well with condoms,
but always had to pull out at the end and jerk off without the condom in order to climax.
And for Jonathan, getting fucked this way was all right, but never as wonderful as when
the guy actually fucked long enough to come inside his body. Condoms ruined the
fullness of the experience. You had to use them, but that didn’t make them feel good.
Jonathan had always practiced safe sex with strangers; he’d never lived in a time when
safe sex wasn’t an option. But now he knew Ed was safe and disease free, and he knew
how much Ed liked to fuck and come inside him. So all he wanted to do was spread his
legs, lie there, and take a load from the man with whom he was falling in love. Ed remained in an upright position, on his knees, resting on his haunches with
Jonathan’s ankle on his shoulder. The only part of Ed’s body that moved was his pelvis.
He bucked it fast, pulling his erection in and out of Jonathan’s hole. He leaned back as if
he were handling a bronco. His rhythm remained stable and his erection rubbed the same
