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  • The internet is the new matchmaker

    • In this day of the Internet one can never be surprised when something comes your way. Chat rooms have been created for the sole purpose of meeting other people. Singles rooms and gay rooms seem to abound. Little did I know when this medium came about that my life would change.

    One evening I received a blind instant message from a screen name that I saw in the M4M room that I was frequenting.

    Sc484: hey there...chillin here....U?
    Me4U: yea...nothing much happenin here......what's up
    Sc484: seen ya in here before .... just wanted to say hi...ur profile says we are in the same area...I'm in smalltown.....u?
    Me4U: me too.....let me check your profile...ok?
    Sc484: cool....but I can tell you about me if that is ok....
    Me4U: yea...just checked...ur still in HS, huh?
    Sc484: yep...I am.....gay here...u?
    Me4U: yes...for sure, but if youre in HS...may be a bit too old for you.... I have a kid in HS around here myself.....at ST high......do you go there?
    Sc484: yes...I'm a sophmore....ur kid a boy or girl?
    Me4U: My son is a soph too.....oh, boi..... I think we better stop talkin
    Sc484: why...just cause I am in HS....we can talk on the net, can't we nothing illegal about that...and besides....I'm the age of consent here in our state...
    Me4U: LOL... ok....we can talk...nothing wrong with that....where are you in town here...I'm over by Highland Ave...

    As you may have surmised, this was a typical beginning of an Internet friendship. As we continued to talk, I learned that his name was Scott and that he indeed knew my son, who was fully aware that I was gay and was very much at ease with that fact. It seemed that Scott was having some problems at the school because of his sexuality. He saw that I lived in the same are by my profile and just wanted someone to talk to that knew the town and the people. He was very nice and not forward at all.

    As we agreed upon, we only talked. Oh, we talked about many things, from his problems to his sexual desires and experiences. At his age, he was NOT at all inexperienced when it came to a physical relationship with another male. As a matter of fact, Scott admitted that he was attracted to older men and as a matter of fact was currently dating a man 11 years older than him. When I informed him that I was probably 3 times that much older it didn't seem to affect him. As a matter of fact, our talk about his relationship and experiences became more frequent.

    I told Scott that if he ever needed any help at school that my son would be glad to help him. I had talked to Bill about Scott and he told me that he knew who he was. He also said that many of the guys gave Scott a lot of problems because they knew he was gay--well, then figured he was gay.

    Scott had sent me a picture once of himself. It was a holiday picture where he was dressed in nice slacks and a shirt and he was very good looking. I showed Bill the picture one time and he burst into laughter.

    "Well, Dad, that is Scott, but not the Scott that is at school," he offered. "Scott is very...what would you say...flamboyant, maybe...or queeny?"

    We laughed and I scolded him for being a bit of a bigot. "Oh, I don't care," he said. "Doesn't matter to me, but that is the reason that guys think he is gay."

    Well, stereotypes are always something you have to overcome, I guess. No matter what generation, those that are different are usually outcast from the mainstream. I guess that is why I was a jock, yet gay, in high school. In my time, being "queer" was a death sentence - almost literally.

    One early fall evening, Scott contacted me.

    Sc484: hey there Bob.....what's happenin tonight?
    Me4U: howdy scott...nothing much...just bored and Horny _
    Sc484: LOL....since when is that unusual....ur always horny.....hey have a question if you don't mind?
    Me4U: nope...what is it scotty...
    Sc484: you said you have a hot tub, right?
    Me4U: yea....on the back deck...why?
    Sc484: well, things here are getting bad tonight...and I gotta get out of here and besides...we had to run the mile and I'm all stiff and a nice tub would relax me....and we haven't met in person...u mind?
    Me4U: ...ahhhhh.......scott I don't mind, but what would your parents think about you coming over to a man old enough to be your dad's who is gay and who...well, you know....
    Sc484: ..they won't know...besides I told them I needed to get out to go to a friends house anyway so that I didn't blow up....they know what I mean...and I called him and he'll cover for me _.....this will give us time to meet and give me a time to get my muscles relaxed
    Me4U: ..ok, scott...I don't mind...but make sure you bring something to wear out there...you know it is outside and we have to go out to get to the tub...right?
    Sc484: .you mean you wear trunks in your tub _
    Me4U: ..well, at least to get into it...._....that is a j/k...but factual, scott...have to wear something to get into it...and yes, usually take em off when I get in, but with you here....well...... you know how I feel...
    Sc484: .yea...I know....just talk..._ ....cool....i'll be over in about 15-20 minutes

    I wasn't too sure about what I agreed to, but to be honest, I was looking forward to finally meeting Scott and putting a person to a name on the Internet. Also, from what Bill had told me, Scott was pretty good looking and it couldn't hurt to have a nice young guy to talk with for a change.

    The doorbell rang and to be honest, my heart sank. I was a bit worried about this whole situation because of the age gap and the fact that Scott was still in high school. I put my dogs into the kitchen and went to answer the door. When I opened it I about fainted at the site.

    Here standing on the other side of the screen door was an extremely cute young man. His dark hair and radiant blue eyes, which I couldn't tell from the picture, captivated me. He was about my height, not skinny and not fat, but very well proportioned. He was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and, typical to the style of the day, baggy jeans. His smile was infectious and I could not help but give him a big broad smile as I opened the door to let him in.

    "We finally meet," I started. With that, Scott opened his arms and placed them around me and gave me a big hug. I was startled, but pleased at the same time.

    "Hi, Bob. Thanks for letting me come over, I really needed to get out of the house," he began. He had a very soft voice, one that was pleasing to the ear, but at the same time, I realized what Bill meant when he said it wasn't difficult to tell that Scott was "different." His voice wasn't high, but had that stereotypical intonation that you associate with a guy that is a bit effeminate. This was the only characteristic that I ever found with Scott that would tell anyone, at first meeting, that he may be gay.

    We headed down into the family room. I had the television on and turned it down as we sat on the couch.

    "Scott, it is great to finally meet you. I have to tell you, you are cute," I continued with a giggle afterwards.

    "Ahh, thanks. You're good looking too," he continued. I think we both felt a little uneasy, but there was no tension between us that I could tell.

    "Bill told me you were cute, actually, Scott," I told him.

    "Oh?" he responded. "Is he single?" he finished with a big laugh.

    "No, he's straight," I told him. I could tell he was kidding, but I also thought that maybe he was fishing, needing a friend, specifically a boyfriend at this juncture in his life.

    "Too, bad. But his dad will do!"

    I was a bit taken aback with that statement, but let it pass, thinking that I was being too paranoid due to the age situation.

    "So, why don't we hit the tub?" he continued.

    "Sounds good. Here," I began throwing him the suit I had chosen for him. "The bathroom is over there. Why don't you change there and I will change here and get the towels for us."

    "Come on, Bob," he said. "Why do I have to use the bathroom. We both are guys," he said so nonchalantly.

    Feeling a bit hesitant changing in front of him, especially because since he walked in, my cock had not deflated, I just said fine and went to get the towels, hoping he would just change as I did. I was wrong, however. He waited until I returned and then began to take off his sweatshirt.

    As it came off, I saw the smoothest chest I had seen in a long time. Oh, I had seen twinks on the net, but here, in front of me, was the real thing. My cock began to rise even more, which I did not think was possible.

    "Your turn!" he shouted.

    I removed my shirt. As I was 34 years his senior at the time, I didn't think I would ever be embarassed taking off my shirt. But I began to blush, which he noticed. He laughed and told me it was alright. He reminded me that he was there to just talk, but was curious about me and knew I was curious about his body as well.

    For a high school student, Scott was very attuned to the world. He could see - well he couldn't help but see - what he was doing to me. My cock, although under jeans and underwear was very evident to him. That being stated, he started to become the tease, something I have found since he is very good at.

    He unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall. He was wearing boxers which didn't hide the tent he was sporting at that moment. I realized that Scott was in the same condition as I was but wasn't worried about it in the least bit.

    "Hey, Bob," he began. "I'm hard and so are you. So what? All guys get hard and it isn't the first time, I'm sure, you saw a hard dick...or my first time either."

    I nodded and began to strip down. My cock sprang out of my pants when they came down. He looked as I was looking at him. He had a nicely shapped penis. He was circumsized, as was I, and appeared to be about 6 1/2 inches long. The thickness, however, is what surprised me. For a young man, he was extremely thick. I realized I was longer, being about 7 _ inches in length, but the girth of my cock couldn't begin to match his.

    We both put on our suits and grabbed a towel from the coffee table. I led him into the kitchen and out onto the patio. I kept the lights off as it was dark outside and I thought it best that it stayed that way. Although the tub was mostly seculded, neighbors behind the house could see anyone walking to the tub. I certainly didn't want them to see a boy going into the tub with me alone, now did I? Of course this was silly, because my son and his friends always used the tub with me, but it was my fears playing on my mind.

    We got into the tub and both sank into the massage seats on each side. I could tell that he enjoyed the warmth of the tub immediately, as the look on his face showed his satisfaction.

    "So, you said you don't wear these things in here," Scott said as he lifted off the seat and removed the suit I had given him.

    "Well, no, not usually," I responded.

    "Then, why are mine off and yours on?" he chided.

    I laughed and began to rise up off the seat to remove my suit. Suddenly, I felt pressure on my thighs.

    "Here, let me," I heard Scott say. He had knelt down in the middle of the tub, placed his hands on my legs to hold me down and began to move them to the waistband of the trunks.

    Instinctively I went to remove his hands. Although it was dark, I could see Scott very clearly because of the lights on the bottom of the tub shining up toward his face. He gave a little pout and I stopped.

    "Ok!" I relented. Deep down, however, I was very excited at what was transpiring.

    I could tell this wasn't the first time that Scott had undressed another man. He slowly lifted the waistband over my hard cock and down my legs. I lifted one foot, then the other as he removed them completely. He brought them up out of the water and scooted up to place them on the ledge of the tub directly behind my head. As he placed them there, his hips moved forward toward me. Our hard cocks met sending shivers up and down my spine. Leaning over me, his mouth slowly moved towards mine as we finally wound up in a deep passionate kiss.

    This young man was very sensuous. His tongue battled mine for what seemed like forever, but in reality was probably only a few seconds. At the same time, he was grinding our cocks together providing the friction necessary to take both of us to another plane. As he removed his mouth from mine, his hand went to the seat I was sitting on and from each side, he placed them under me. He slowly lifted me slowly out of the water as he used his tongue to swirl each nipple. He was driving me out of my mind and he knew it.

    As he made his way down my chest, he continued to lift me from my seat. My hard cock now was just protruding from the water as his tongue made its way toward what appeared to be his target. Very slowly and softly he rang his tongue around the head of my cock. He licked the underside, then the pee slit, back to the underside. He rolled the head of my cock in his lips, using his tongue to glide down the shaft a little.

    Suddenly, our eyes met. He could see what he was doing - as well as taste the pre-cum that he was cultivating with his tongue at that moment - and he opened his mouth and lunged onto my cock. I felt myself deep in his throat and something that I had not experienced in my life -- his tongue licking my balls as my cock was engulfed by his throat.

    Instinctively I placed my hands on the back of his head. He bobbed up and down in expert fashion. For a sophmore in high school, this young man was extremely adept at pleasing another man. Except for my lover, Scott provided me with more pleasure than anyone else I had ever been with.

    My hips began to move. I could feel my juices boiling in my balls. I didn't want to cum, just yet, because I wanted this feeling to last. As if our minds were on the same page, Scott released my cock and knelt back in the tub. He looked at me with a smile as if to say, "I know. I don't want you to cum yet either."

    I reached toward him as he looked so angelic kneeling in front of me. I lifted him - which was easy with the boyancy of the water - and placed him on the seat across from me. I leaned into him, again allowing our hard cocks to meet between us and kissed him as he kissed me. I reached down towards his ass, lifted him so that his cock was above water.

    As he had done with me, I began to work slowly on his young manhood. As I said earlier, his length was not a problem, but the girth that he provided stretched my mouth almost more than any man I had ever been with previously.

    I wanted so very much to please Scott. In one sense, from our discussions, he seemed so vulnerable. However, as he was presenting himself today, he was very confident in those areas that he knew he was good at. And, this was definitely soemthing that Scott was not only good at, but very proficient.

    As I sucked him, I could feel his balls rising and lowering. He, too, I could tell was ready to unleash for me his sperm. I wanted so badly to taste him - to take his seed. I worked feverishly wanting to please him. I felt his hand on my head, but instead of holding me there, he was trying to get me off his cock. I understood what he meant, too. He, as well as I, wanted this to last some more and not be a 'wham-bam' type of encounter.

    As I came up off his cock, I straddle him in his seat and kissed him again. As I did, our cocks met between us. His hand moved slowly toward them. He encircled his and mine in his right hand and began to slowly stroke them between us. The underside of our cocks met and slid up and down with his motion. Even in the hot tub, I could feel the pre-cum that both he and I were producing being a lubricant for his actions.

    "Bob?" he began. "You never did ask if I was a top or a bottom?" he finished with a big smile.

    It had never occurred to me to ask him that question because I had no intentions of having sex with Scott - ever! But, when he said it, I realized it was something he wanted to tell me.

    Scott moved toward my left ear, gave it a kiss, and whispered, "bottom."

    I know he was waiting for my reaction to what he said. He had no idea of my preference, although, normally in a father/son situation such as this, it is usually the older of the pair that is the more dominant. And, he wasn't wrong, actually. I have to admit I was versatile, but in this situation, I was definitely the top. He knew the answer by the reaction of my cock in his hand, he later told me.

    As we sat there in each other's arms, I felt none of the apprehension I had when Scott arrived. I was in a state of euphoria that I hadn't experience in a very long time. Our cocks, still together in his hands pulsated against each other. Even without Scott stroking them, the blood allowed the sensations to go throughout each of our bodies.

    "Scott, I didn't expect this when you asked to come over, you know," I stated. "I hope that I didn't force you into this."

    "You must be kidding, Bob," he answered. "Why do you think that I wanted to come over after all we had talked about. I wanted to meet you because you have always tried to help me," he continued. "And I did tell you that I was attracted to older guys, remember?"

    Oh, how I remembered, but here I was, old enough to be his father, with my cock pumping against his. Suddenly I realized how profound that statement about being old enough to be his father. After all, my son was 3 months younger than Scott.

    "Can you fuck me in here," Scott whispered in my ear.

    "Fuck you!"

    "Yes, that is what I said!" he exclaimed. "I said I was a bottom," he finished with a big grin.

    "Ahh, Scott I don't think out here would be the best place for something like that, do you really?"

    "Okay, then," he again whispered. "I think I've had enough of the hot tub. How about going up to your room?"

    I looked at this beautiful young man and shook my head yes. We both stood up in the tub, our cocks still battling between us as we grabbed our towels. We didn't put on our suits, instead just wrapping ourselves with the towels. I stepped out of the tub and as I was going down the three small steps, Scott grabbed me, turned my head around and kissed me, again.

    When we entered the house, the towels fell to the ground. There was nothing to hide now, since we had shared some very intimate moments. I grabbed his hand and began up the stairs. As I did, I looked over my shoulder wondering how I was going to work this all out in my head. However, at that very moment, I didn't care about anything but lying next to this beautiful boy. Lying next to him, yes, but not only that, but being one with him as we made love for the first time.


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