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A fable stolen from real life (:-{)

Life is full of people that are invisible. You don't usually see them. They are in your life, but not a part of it. They are there, like the furniture. You may even be courteous, speak a kind word, but you don't think of them as real people. Do you know the name of your postal carrier, your bank teller, the girl that checks out the videos and books you borrow from the library? The list can get quite long. These individuals all are real, human, with lives and loves of their own. And, though you may not like it, in their life you are the one that is invisible, usually.

I've learned that this isolation between us is a great waste of great opportunities. Not seeing, not being seen as a real person, not taking time to explore the world you're in right now is dumb. I lived that way, and almost missed out on a relationship that has become something far better than any I chased after cruising, doing the bar scene, or spending half my friggin' salary on that damn island get away vacation.

I learned my lesson from Jesse. He works at the bank branch they opened last year in the city's biggest supermarket. It's the bank I use. The new branch is in the place where I go to get my groceries. It was, and still is, a great convenience. Within weeks of opening, I was doing all my banking at the new branch. They were open when I got off work and went shopping. I no longer had to take off early or spend part of my lunch time for banking.

Jesse was almost always the teller that handled my business. He was just a fixture, like the automatic teller, to me. But, Jesse was a guy with a mission. When I made my tenth, or maybe eleventh, visit before grocery shopping I was just doing my thing, depositing my salary check. But, as I walked up Jesse greeted me by name with a big smile. Pleasant young man, I thought, and that was it, for the moment.

Oh, yes, there is a big age gap between us. Jesse's fresh from Juco, I'm soon going to be fresh from an early retirement program -- if they make me the offer I think they will.

That was the other reason I didn't see what was right in front of me. Because, I've never tried to be younger than I am, never played those games so many of us seem to do. And, I never had the hots for kiddy sex, anyway. As I had aged, my perception of unsuitable, too young, juvenile boys aged with me. To me, even now, most guys under thirty seem like little kids with interests quite foreign to me. Clothes, music, their whole lives are beyond my comprehension. But, I'm changing, learning, growing.

The next time I was doing some banking Jesse not only greeted me by name, but also asked about how things were going at work, knew the company. Now, that got me. This kid remembered who issued the paychecks I had been depositing. After that we usually chatted for a few moments, unless there was a line, like on Fridays after work. Jesse became a person. He was very likable. The more we talked the more familiar we became with each other's life. Despite our age difference we found we had a lot in common. We were both bachelors living alone. We frequently enjoyed the same local health and fitness center; just never ran into each other there because of different schedules. We had similar cultural tastes in music and movies with a few exceptions.

I admit I was turned on by the attention of this good looking young man. He was appealing, sandy blond hair just long enough to peek around his ears, big brown doe eyes that danced and sparkled when he was into his subject during our talks. And, those lips. Full, with just a blush of natural fire. Still, I didn't consider it possible that there was anything involved other than 'good customer relations' on his part. This changed the week after he found out my schedule at the gym.

Jesse was there when I showed up for my workout. Now it wasn't just his attention that was turning me on. This kid was built. His skimpy workout outfit left little to the imagination. The tank top was molded to his torso revealing a well muscled form, broad, pumped shoulders tapering to a waist below which hung the shortest pair of running shorts. Just there things were impossible to evaluate. Those shorts were short, but they were baggy as hell. Sticking out of them ran two round, firm thighs lightly dusted with golden body hair which ran all the way down his stocky legs. He told me that he figured since we both were fitness freaks, why not work out together.

"Thought I could help you, you could help me. You know, be workout buddies. You didn't mention having one," he said. "Anyway, I was curious."

"About what, Jesse," I asked, still dumb.

"How you'd look without that damn suit and tie," he said with a grin that displayed his sparkling white teeth. "And, you are something special. Impressive enough to take a young man's breath away."

Now I know flattery when I hear it. After all, I'm standing there in a worn tee shirt with the arms ripped out and a grungy pair of sweat pants, both two sizes too large, hanging loosely over my rangy frame. He couldn't be seeing much, not enough to be that excited.

"Hey, don't pile it too high, Jesse. How long have you been working on that body?" I asked, beginning to feel there was more involved in our conversation than the actual words being bantered back and forth.

"Since high school. Got turned on . . . to working weights and other stuff by a close friend on the basketball team. He taught me a lot." Jesse looked me right in the eye, watching my reaction. " Know what I mean?"

"Jesse, I think I understand the situation we have here very clearly. What say we get the grunting and sweating out of the way and then I'm inviting you for dinner, pot luck, but I cook up a mean pot." I hoped my smile wasn't sappy. I was sure there would be more than dinner shared between us if he accepted my offer.

He agreed immediately and stuck out his hand. There was a spark that jumped between us when I clasped his hand in mine. I felt my groin tingle. We both shifted our eyes down, grinned and knew we were shaking hands on more than just dinner.

"Damn," I whispered.

"Wow! Me, too," he replied, rubbing his hand on his chest.

I don't think either of us gave proper attention to our workout sessions that evening. In the locker room afterwards I was glad we happened to be alone. "Being honest, Jesse, my boy, I'd rather shower at home. Hell, it's not a preference, it's a necessity to avoid embarrassment. I don't feel like advertising. To use your phrase, 'know what I mean?'"

My jock was holding down a cock that was aching, bent double and would have told anyone that saw it flop free that I had the hots for this kid.

Jesse chuckled. "Got a problem, Pops? Well, so do I. Will the two of us fit in your shower?"

"Never tried," I lied. "Wanted to. Now, I guess we'll find out."

The locker next to the one I had used was vacant. Jesse quickly moved his clothes and then we stood, side by side. Who was going to make the first move? I looked at him, he looked at me, we both chuckled.

"So?" I said.

"Aw, hell," he grunted, and tugged his sweaty tank top over his head.

I did the same with my tee and one by one, with a foot on the bench behind us, took off my cross trainers and socks. Without looking at him I undid the sweat pants and tugged them and the jock down and stepped out, stuffing everything into the airline bag at my feet. My cock was hanging full, tingling. If I looked at him it was going to fly up, I knew.

"Oh, my!" I heard Jesse exclaim. He reached in lifting my rod in his hand. With that slight encouragement it jumped, throbbed and pulsed full, erect, all seven inches jutting out quivering.

I turned as he wrapped his hand around it and we were almost eye to eye, both breathing heavier than we had after our workouts. I drank in every inch of his magnificence which now stood fully exposed. It was a club, standing straight up. Its head was peeking out of a covering of foreskin, nestling in a tuft of blond hairs a bare inch below his luscious belly button. From there up he was smooth, with silky, creamy skin stretched over muscles still tense from the gym. Down from that first pile of curly hairs tumbled more. They ended in a glowing golden bush out of which rose that gigantic cock. Full and round, his jewel sack was drawn tightly to the base of his shaft displaying equally sizable gonads.

"We better get dressed and out of here. I desperately need that shower . . . and you, young man, need to learn to keep your hands to yourself in public." I was having difficulty keeping my voice calm as he was slowly stroking his hand out and back on my quivering meat. A crystal drop of lubricating juices bubbled out and fell to the floor.

"Aw, Pops," he sighed. Turning loose, he ran his fingers along under my shaft, out from where my ball sack hung, ending with his middle finger wiping up the second drop of pre-cum as it oozed out. Brazen, with his eyes wide, he lifted his hand, studied his finger and licked it clean. "M-m-m-m. You have good taste, sir. May I share a meal with you?"

"Jesse, let's go. This is getting dangerous," I said firmly grabbing a towel to cover myself and another to wipe up the precum and perspiration that had covered me as I heated up.

Jesse chuckled again. "Once in a while you need to live dangerously, Pops. It keeps the blood flowing, makes life exciting."

His hands were hot on my waist. They traced down, shoving the towel off my hips. As they slid down my thighs he squat before me and, before I could say another word, took me in his mouth. His tongue wrapped around my heavy red glans, cleaning off more clear droplets as they seeped out. He locked his lips tight and started an insistent sucking.

I grabbed his ears and jerked him up in front of me. He was grinning, licking his lips. "You little slut. Enough. Let's get dressed and get out of here, now! The sooner we do the sooner you can . . . well, get back to working on my next deposit."

There was a banging. Someone else was now in the locker room. With no regard for possible consequences, Jesse leaned in and kissed me, his tongue thrust deep, parting my lips, darting into my mouth. His hands were roaming over my chest, massaging, a finger lightly rubbing the tip of a nipple. I shivered and pushed him away.

"O.K. I know. You're an up tight Republican, Pops. We'll do it your way . . . for now," he said softly across the inches that separated us. Giving one more quick squeeze and tug on my rod, he turned and started dressing.

We flew across town, his Corvette with its nose up my Buick's ass all the way. I got the door shut and was two steps into the kitchen when he grabbed me and folded me in his arms. I couldn't believe the passion. He was all over me. Our clothes were strewn around, from a pair of pants on the range to a shoe that somehow ended up in the sink. In seconds I was standing backed against the counter, holding on to the edge howling at the ceiling. He locked his lips tight on my prick, sucking hard, taking me on a ride I had seldom been on before.

Jesse was able to work my prick all the way in, holding his head just so. My cock's head slid to the back of his mouth. The sensations set me shivering as he swallowed, sucked, tilted his head first left then right, gripping and twisting me in his wetness.

Damn, I wanted it to go on forever, but -- since it had been pretty barren sexually the last two months, I was quickly trembling and quaking with a climax I couldn't stop from building, churning within me. Panting, gasping for air, I pushed him off. "Too close, baby."

I now saw that he had been just as busy whacking on his own meat while sucking on mine. He stretched out on his back at my feet continuing to stroke firmly, jacking his dickskin up and down on that massive shaft. "Rain on me, daddy. Let that cum pour," he hissed.

Watching each other with rapt attention we raced, beating faster and faster. His body danced on the floor, his legs thrashing below me. I had barely started and I was there again. This time I let it roll, my legs tensed, my pelvis thrust out as my hand flew and I groaned, steadily building, moaning louder with each beat.

"Do it, Pops. Cream me!"

All that pent up juice erupted out of my gut. Bright ivory drops of cum with long silken tails shot out across the room splattering on the floor and splashing down on Jesse. Without missing a beat his other hand was rubbing my cum up on his neck, down across those firm, chiseled abs. Then one more load came pouring out with less force and quickly filled the hollow of his belly button from which he continued to spread it over himself. As my last few drops fell into his cock hairs, his body grew rigid and an animal cry leaped out of his mouth. With the next stroke, that club throbbed larger and his jizz was spewing out, bubbling in massive gobs that dripped like heavy cream onto his abdomen, coating his hand. With each spurt, a matching cry left his lips.

Kneeling, straddling him I fingered one of his droppings. It was thick. He was thrashing, his hands now both anointing his body with our juices. I rubbed his cum between my finger and my thumb. It felt almost like tapioca pudding -- thick, rich. He grasped my hand and tugged it to his lips. Jesse was shivering and jerking with little post climatic lunges of his hips. Kissing my palm, he lowered it and licked his juice from my fingers.

His breath was ragged, steadied. "Well," he gasped, "We really do need that shower now, Pops." A shy grin spread across his face.

I threw him a roll of paper towels and cleaned up the floor with my shirt and underwear. With the clothes picked up, the kitchen appeared none the worse for the wear. Dumping the towels in the garbage and carrying our clothes, I led him to the bathroom. I threw my clothes and emptied the gym bag down the laundry chute and then pushed open the doors, reaching in and turning on the shower.

I heard the lid on the laundry chute close a second time and turned. Jesse was empty handed. "Well, I'll need clean clothes in the morning, right?" he said with that twinkle in his eyes. Damn. I hoped I could make it through the night with the challenges he had to offer.

Wiggling together under the steaming steam from the shower, we got each other both clean and aroused again. He was pressing up against my back, rubbing his tool between my buttocks as he shampooed our hair. As we leaned forward to rinse his hips were grinding into me. His hands moved off my head, onto my shoulders and down my flanks. He reached around and gave a firm pull on my cock, making me buck hard against him. Continuing to gently run his hand back and forth on my quivering meat, he dug his chin into my shoulder. Nibbling on my neck he whispered in my ear.

"I want you. Since the first day, I've wanted you. I just knew you were my guy, knew you wouldn't disappoint me." Dropping his hand off my cock, he stepped back as I turned to face him.

Cradling his face in my hands with the water showering over us, I saw the truth and passion that blazed in his eyes. I shivered with anticipation -- and fear.

He reached around and turned off the water. "Come on, Pops. I've been dreaming about this for weeks. Where's the fucking bedroom?"

"This was a dinner invitation, remember." I said.

He chucked me under the chin. "Already ate my tube steak, fella. I'm ready for a little loving from my dear old daddy."

Holding hands we dripped down the hall and into the bedroom.

"Wow, what a display," he said looking at my walls, covered with snapshots and blow ups of my conquests, dating clear back to some fuzzy black and whites from junior high. "Do I get to go up there?" he asked.

"Well, that all depends. I'm beginning to think you should have a wall all of your own. We'll talk about it later, over diner, if we make it back to the kitchen," I said. "Now, what was that dream you had?"

"Just this," he said flopping on his back on the bed. His legs flew up as he rocked. He grabbed his knees pulling them to his sides, presenting himself. Clearly Jesse was ready and willing to be mounted. "Do me, daddy. I want to feel you up to here." he said stretching his neck and bobbing his Adams apple.

Opening the top drawer of my dresser I threw a string of six condom packs on the bed, pulled off a single and ripped it open. Any more just rolling one of those down my dick turns up the heat a few more degrees. I use to hate them. Now, I even use one to heighten the thrills when I jack off.

Even with a prelubricated rubber, I still anointed Jesse's twitching ass hole with a half inch squeeze of liquid love jelly. With the necessary preliminaries out of the way, I took a wide stance and pulled him by his hips to the edge of the bed. Just one shove and I filled his warm clutching hole with every inch I could from that angle. Holding his head up he watched and urged me on. I pulled back and then slammed into his butt again. His muscles tensed, squeezing, working hard to hold me tight within his depths. Together we set a pulsing rhythm, grunting, boring in and out. My pelvis was pounding his white cheeks. Starting to feel pressure mounting I slowed and then backed out, pushing him up on the bed.

"Don't stop, Pops. Please," he begged.

"Just changing things, the better to fuck you, baby," I said as I crawled up over him and dropped right back through that puckered doorway into his waiting slick chute. Now he had changed his grip and rocked his ass higher, holding on to the inside of his knees. It let me slide that last inch, grinding my cock hairs into his buns. Resting on my arms I lowered my head. We soon were coupled at both ends, my cock pistoning in and out of his ass as my tongue worked deep into his mouth, reaching for his tonsils.

Jesse was moaning, his body thrashing under me as we rocked together, stroking every inch of my love prong deep into him, rubbing firmly on his trigger. It was even less time than before and I knew that if I kept pumping I was going to shoot. I slowed my pace, pulled back from his face. Leaning in I whispered in his ear.

He answered, his voice hoarse, rasping, "Yes! Damn it, yes!"

So, pressing firm against his hips I rose on my knees lifting his legs to my shoulders, freeing his hands. "Baby, this is going to be it," I told him. "I can't hold off any longer. Once we start now, this is going to be it, all the way."

"So, get humping, old man," he ordered reaching down and taking his swollen member in his hand. Without waiting for me, he started masturbating, twitching his butt as he pulled down, sliding his dick head out into view. It disappeared under a gathering of glistening, semen soaked skin with each return stroke and then escaped again as his hand reached the base of his club. Peek-a-boo, it played over and over. His buttocks kept clinching and tugging on my cock, urging me to resume. He looked at me, pleading in his eyes.

Slowly I pulled back and then leaned into him full force. I plummeted to new depths and heard Jesse groan with pleasure. I shifted my weight back and forth from my left leg to my right, forcing his ass to go with me. Swiveling my hips, pulling him tight against me, I worked up some speed until I was plunging and grinding to the beat he set with his hand. We were moaning in unison as I thrust in hitting bottom as his hand smacked on his rigid abdomen. Together we started back up, then down, then up, our sounds growing louder more animal, more insistent on release with each dual plunge of pleasure.

Jesse cried out as his cum once more poured, erupting onto his chest. With the resulting jerking and constricting of his butt I joined in, shouting with passionate glee as I shot white hot bolts from out of my steamy balls down into his gut. My cum pounded out in jets that felt so strong I wouldn't have been astonished to see it dribbling out of Jesse's mouth. I hung over him quivering and humping suspended in space as his clutching ass stripped and drained me. It left me weak -- I was glowing with ecstasy.

His legs slid down off my shoulders. I collapsed onto him. Hugging me he smothered my face with kisses. When we were recovered enough to move, I pulled off the condom, dumped it and led him back to the shower.

I was quickly in and out, leaving Jesse busy contemplating his navel on the commode. I went to the kitchen, put my chef's apron on over my nakedness and fixed dinner. Sitting at the table we both discovered we were ravenous and quickly devoured every bite.

Back in the bedroom we snuggled. I listened to my stomach rumbling as it worked to digest what I had wolfed down too rapidly. We both snoozed for a while, but Jesse was a glutton. He had me pumping out another night deposit before midnight. Although he was content just to keep his daddy happy, I wanted him. Before, we parted early the next morning I succeeded in working my mouth down over his thick knob. With assistance from my hand I soon had him squirming as his wake up hard on ejaculated all over both of us.

We continued as work out partners. Jesse kept playing games in the locker room. Three weeks ago I gave in and let him go all the way while I lay nude on the bench beside our lockers. We were lucky and no one walked in on us. He was right, it's twice as hot when its dangerous. But, I made him swear, never again. We have a good thing going. There is no need to put it in jeopardy.

Just last week good things were still happening in our lives. I got an early retirement offer that was even better than expected. It included a lump sum bonus based on twenty five years of service. Jesse got promoted to be the branch office's Head Cashier. Best of all, Jesse moved out of his apartment -- into my house.

I still do my banking when I go shopping. Now when I'm making a deposit I check with that nice young man behind the counter to see what he wants his dad to fix him for diner. After hours I still make a lot of night deposits. Got myself a progressive dildo, have trained myself to take it half way in -- going to teach Jesse about reciprocity as soon as I can.

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