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  • Breakfast with gus

    • I had left Adel Georgia in the morning with a goal of making it to the Kentucky border before stopping for the night on my homebound journey from vacationing in Florida. The day was hot and humid. I thought I would never get out of south Georgia with its seemingly endless expanse of boring countryside. I reached Atlanta in the early afternoon and knew that from then on the views afforded me from my car would improve with each passing mile. I drove, alone with my thoughts enjoying the countryside and measured the passing miles by when it was necessary to find a new radio station that satisfied my on desire for classical music. I have found that in the deep south you are lucky to have one station to choose from and as that fades out you are lucky to find another fading in, but thanks to National Public Radio it is almost possible to travel accompanied by old friends and good music. The day of traveling oozed by smoothly until I reached Knoxville Tennessee. With storm clouds on the horizon, I got caught in a massive traffic jam caused by a combination of rush hour, road construction and an accident where three different sections of interstate converged into one lane. Two hours and one and a half miles later, I was back on the road, determined to make it to the Kentucky border before calling it a day. I drove on into the mountains of Tennessee, wary of the storm clouds and occasional flashes of lightning playing around the peaks of the surrounding mountains.

    As the late afternoon turned to early evening, I felt driven to reach my daily goal, but with heavy eyelids I yielded to necessity and pulled off for the night in a town called Jelico.

    The desk clerk at the motel was a very attractive young man and I thought if I weren't so tired and road weary, I might try to make a play for him. After accepting my key and getting directions to where the room was, I asked if there was a good place to get something to eat at that time of night. He told me the small restaurant attached to the motel would be closing in about 20 minutes and other than that there was a tavern down the road that made decent pizza.

    Needing some time to wash the road dust off my body I opted for the pizza later. After making proper ablutions, I headed out, book in hand to find this tavern and settle down with a cold beer and some pizza. The tavern was about a mile down the road from the motel and looked like it was doing a fair amount of business. I parked my car in a space that was right in front near the door and went in.

    I had to let my eyes adjust to the light level for a couple of seconds and then found a booth, away from the pool table and juke box with a good view of the bar area and the door, and sat down to wait for some service. the barmaid waitress came and took my order for a beer and brought it back with a menu.

    While I was reading the menu and deciding exactly what I wanted to order, a young man entered the tavern and sat at the bar. He scanned the room as if he were looking for somebody. He was just the type that gets my juices flowing. About five eleven, 165 pounds, sandy blond hair and he looked to be about thirty years old. I found out later that he was twenty-eight. "Pipe dreams." I thought and returned to my menu with only fleeting glimpses back in his direction.

    He seemed to be gazing at me, so I smiled at him and received a warm smile and lick of the lips in return.

    Our eyes locked for just a second before he rose from his stool and sauntered over to my table. "Hi, you just travelin' through? I don't recognize you as bein' from around here."

    "Yeah, heading home from Florida."

    "Then that's your Sable in the lot with the Michigan tags on it?"

    "Yep."

    I was a little wary at this point because I have a rainbow decal in the back window with the map of Michigan superimposed on it.

    "Welcome to Jelico, the backwoods capital of the world. My name's Justin, and if you'd like some company, I'd like to join you. Anyway if you're getting pizza, the large is a better deal and we can split."

    After a brief thought, I decided to take a chance that maybe, just maybe he was coming on to me. In the back of my mind though, I was wary if this might be a setup of some kind.

    "Sure, I could use some company. It gets a little lonely driving solo all day."

    Justin slid into the booth and settled in across from me. The waitress came over and took our joint order for a large with everything on it. Justin ordered a pitcher of beer for us to share and sent the waitress on her way.

    My anxiety ebbed as we talked and I began to think that Justin was just a friendly young guy looking for some conversation and companionship himself. He was curious about my trip and I shared as much as felt I could with him about the beauty of the trip down and the good times I had in Florida.

    Omitting of course the fact that I had attended a convention of 1300 gay men and partied quite a bit.

    When the pizza arrived we settled down to more eating than talking. There was that certain air of impending breakthrough between us by the time we were each eating our last piece of pizza. Justin had that look in his eye of someone wanting to say something, but afraid to start it. We both gave a little stretch and our feet touched under that table. That seemed to break the ice. Justin leaned in a little, his foot making nervous contact with my own and said, "I noticed the decal in your cars window, and, well, I was kind of hoping we might have some things in common." Well, that worked to break the ice.

    By the time the check came, it had been decided that Justin would come back to my room for a while and we'd lay back and do what came naturally. Justin was going to follow me, but said he wanted to stop at the all night gas station convenience store on the way. I had no problem with that and so we left the tavern together. Justin made his quick stop at the convenience store and we went to my room.

    Upon entering the room, Justin came up to me and took me by the shoulders as he swung the door closed with his foot. "You are one hot man, Dave. I've wanted to do this since I first saw you in Atlanta last week." he said as he pulled me toward him and pressed his lips to mine in a kiss that grew deeper as it lingered.

    "Wait a minute, Justin. What do you mean by, 'Since I first saw you in Atlanta last week'?"

    "Weren't you in the Carriage House in Atlanta a week ago Tuesday night?"

    "Well, yes I was."

    "So was I. I was just getting up the nerve to come up and introduce myself when you went off with the guy you had been talking to. I could tell you were from out of town and I really had the hots for you, but was a little shy to come up to you."

    "Oh my God, you've got to be kidding." I said. "You shouldn't have been so shy. You're a lot better looking than he was."

    "Thank you, I'm sure." Justin smiled a little and then leaned back into my and started to kiss my face with soft nibbles and light exploratory licks with his tongue. "Here I thought I'd never see you again and you sashay into the local bar where I live one week later. I couldn't believe it when I saw you sitting there. You don't know how I've thought about what I missed out on. You are exactly the type of man I dream about. One hot hunk of man flesh."

    By this time, I had maneuvered my hands up to Justin's face and had begun to massage his temples while cupping his jaw in my widespread palms. He melted into my grip and we joined in a deep kiss, tongues playing tag with lips until he thrust his sweet tasting tongue deep into my throat exploring and tasting every part of my mouth.

    We finally broke to come up for air and began a rapid fondling of each other's bodies. Clothes were rapidly dispensed with until we stood naked in each other's arms. Justin pressing his well defined smooth muscular torso into my burly barrel-chested crop of white hair. Our hands freely explored the riches presented for their pleasure. We rubbed our bodies against each other, reveling in the contact of youth and maturity. Eventually we had moved to the point where the bed was pressing against my legs and knowing that safety was behind me I allowed our joined bodies to fall to the waiting mattress.

    I gave a little laugh and said, "I guess this means we've fallen for each other, doesn't it."

    Justin gave no verbal response but swiftly moved to begin kissing my neck and down to my hairy chest. He sucked on first one and then the other nipple, raising the sensitive nubs to pointy tips of excruciating pleasure. I found my whole body responding to his ministrations and writhed ecstatically on the bed. Justin licked at the nipples on my chest and toyed with them for a while longer, then softly ran his tongue down to my navel. At the same time his gentle hand found its way to my straining, hard cock and softly stroked it managing to pull forth the first drops of natural lubrication.

    When he knew I was close to spewing forth my seed, he sat up, and leaned over me to smile and watch my dancing cock twitch and throb for him. The thrill of knowing his eyes were truly admiring my body ad hard cock engulfed me even before his fingers began to once again caress it with skillful admiration. I lay back with my eyes closed, but when I felt his breath on my thighs, I parted my legs anxiously wanting to present myself to his loving entirely. I wanted him to enjoy me for the present.

    His tongue traveled tormentingly up my leg until it reached my tightening balls, then began washing them, one at a time, as the rested on his full, pink lower lip. I felt his breath, then his fingers encircle the base of my now straining, hard shaft. He paused for a moment, with a question in his eyes if he should go on. I wanted to scream at him to continue. My whole body quivered and spasmodically jerked when, at long last, I felt the texture of his lips on the head of my straining cock. I dug my hands into the sheets in order to keep me from fling into orbit as his tongue curled around the rim and dartingly toyed with the slit. His mouth was warm, soft, moist, inviting, and totally marvelous.

    He lowered himself on my eager shaft, taking the entire length of it into the swirling softness of his mouth, then to the tight tunnel of his throat. His lips tightened around the base, and every surface of my throbbing member was caressed by the snug, wet, velvety interior of his mouth as he sucked me with a grasping vacuum.

    He began riding up and down on my shaft in long strokes that brought his lips to the rim of the head before he returned, sliding them back down into my saliva soaked pubic hair. Feeling my hot cock gliding in and out of his mouth was so rich and total a sensation that I felt like a pig for just lying there. I fought my urges to reciprocate and allowed him to enjoy his feast, as I knew I would soon be enjoying my own. I let all my attention be for Justin. My cock was his!

    I became aware that my ass was jerking and I was humping my cock up into his masterful sucking strokes. All to soon, to fucking soon, I felt the rumblings in my guts of the approaching orgasm. I strained to hold it back, but that entire part of my body was no longer under my control - it was under his. cried out to warn him that I was cumming, and he dove even deeper onto my shaft, grasped it tightly at the base and held still. There was a brief moment, a suspension of time and tension, then a forceful spasm beginning at the base of my spine worked it's way up my shaft and I could hold back no more. Justin felt the beginning surges and released my cock just before the first salvo of my thick juice raced through my cock and shot out over my belly landing on my chin. Shot after shot spewed forth, each landing closer to the source until I was spent and covered from chin to cock with steaming semen.

    After a long time of gasping to recover, and wallowing in the delicious feelings of spent completion, I finally came down from the orgasmic high and gave a deep sigh of total contentment. I opened my eyes to give my thanks to this youthful worshiper. Justin sat there on his haunches, a pleased smile on his face, his penis upraised in throbbing salute looking so much like an ancient statue of Priapus that I began, once again, to feel stirrings in my seemingly spent cock.

    Justin slowly lowered his body next to mine, tracing his fingers through my drenched chest and belly hair. He wore a warm but enigmatic smile on his face as I hugged him to me. We cuddled and spoke the soft nothings that pass for conversation after climax.

    "Let me clean you up, a little." Justin murmured softly as he nuzzled my ear.

    He rose from the bed and gave me a wet kiss before parting for the bathroom. I watched as his deliciously rounded cheeks tightened and relaxed in their rhythmic rise and fall as he crossed the floor.

    Still partially tumescent, I awaited his return wondering what was next on his agenda.

    Justin returned with warm washcloth and towel in hand. He knelt on the side of the bed and lovingly washed my drying cum from my body. I reached out and fondled his soft ball sack urging his rampant penis to even greater rigidity. I pulled him by the testicles to my waiting mouth and began to fervently suck on first the tip and then the full shaft of his throbbing man-stalk deep into my throat.

    Justin eased himself down into a sixty-nine position as I greedily sucked on his hard cock. My head was no bobbing the full length of his cock from the ruby helmeted crown to the forest of pubic hair at the base. Justin gently blew on my own strengthening cock and expertly balanced my distended balls between his lightly caressing fingertips. The combination of sensations was almost too much to endure as I took him deeply into my throat and massaged his hard cock as he manipulated and lovingly played my reviving stem as if it were a violin in the hands of a great prodigy. Feeling the beginnings of the surges that signaled his impending orgasm, I plunged my sucking mouth deeply down until the coarse pubic hairs surrounding his bucking shaft were embossing my lips as I encircled its pulsing girth squeezing tightly to stem the nascent flow. I held him deep within my throat, frozen in time until he eased back from the urgency of the moment. Sensing the relaxation of the moment, I released the pressure and began to slowly withdraw my lips from the moist forest of his pubic patch and worked my way up the length of his shaft applying deep suction as my lips worked their way up the long shaft while my tongue circled within my mouth massaging and teasing the sensitive throbbing under-cord of his delicious young cock. Finally reaching the enraged helmeted head, I wrapped my lips snugly around the corona and allowed my tongue to tease the now dripping slit, tasting his copious seminal fluids.

    Justin began thrusting his hips to fuck my face crying out, "Oh my god, that's so good. I've got to cum. Take me, Daddy, take me deep." I grabbed his flexing ass cheeks in my hands and pulled him deeply into my sucking mouth, urging him on to his climax. My fingers explored the cleft of his ass and found his moist hair encircled rosebud. I began to lightly probe around the rim making darting forays to the center of his being. Justin pushed back against my exploring finger as if to invite me to proceed. I allowed some of my spittle to spill from my mouth and spit lubricated my finger before slowly inserting it into my young lovers hungry hole.

    "Yes, of, yessss, Fuck me with your fat daddy finger!" Justin cried out as my finger probed deeper and deeper until it reached his joy knob. After two or three massaging motions over his hard nub, I felt the inexorable surge of his orgasm starting to swell. Justin swiftly pulled his hard cock from my mouth and began to shoot forth stream after stream of hot cream, covering my face with his essence.

    He fell exhausted from his arched rigor fully on top of me and began to nuzzle his sweet cream from my drenched face and neck ending in a deep soul searching kiss.

    We lay together, holding and touching for at least a half hour before we finally made a move to separate and get cleaned up.

    "Can I stay with you the rest of the night? And then we can have breakfast together?" Justin asked as he rose from the bed and extended his hand to lead me to the shower.

    "I can't think of anything I'd rather do." I responded.

    We showered together, each enjoying the touch of soap slick hands running over every crevice of the others body. Finally, clean and dry we returned to bed and cradled each other to sleep.

    "G'night, Gus." Justin murmured as he settled down to sleep.

    "Night, Justin." I whispered in his ear.

    "Gus?" I wondered. and pulled this lovely man closer to me and soon went to sleep.

    The next morning, when I awoke, the bed next to me was empty but still warm. I heard water running and could smell the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

    "Ready for breakfast, Gus?" Justin chirped from the bathroom.

    "At least a cup of Coffee. And what's with the 'Gus'?", I asked.

    "Remember the old Quaker Oats commercials with Wilford Brimley?

    "Yeah"

    "Well, I always called him Gus, and I've fantasized about making it with Gus ever since I was a kid. When I saw you in Atlanta and last night, I just knew that this was my chance to have breakfast with Gus." Justin said as he came out of the bath area with two cups of steaming coffee and to Styrofoam bowls of hot steaming oatmeal.

    "Where the hell did you get the oatmeal?" I asked.

    "I picked up some instant at the store last night on the way over here." he responded as he sat on the edge of the bed and gave me a quick kiss.

    I won't go into any details, but by the time that kiss was over, the coffee and oatmeal were quite cold, but we were quite hot.


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