JOE [05/14/2000]

The nice thing about spring at the lake was the abundance of driftwood that washed up on shore. So, for a few short days the pickings was pretty good. My favourite place to beachcomb was a popular park with a good long stretch of beach. I would find many nice pieces of wood that were good for carving or painting. Once the summer rolled around the beaches were cleared and all the debris from winter would be gone.

I took an extra long lunch hour and arrived at the beach about half past noon. The beach was adjacent to a park that was frequented by many gay men which made beachcombing a bit difficult. Sometimes there would be too many distractions and I couldn't focus on looking for driftwood. This day was different. The beach was almost deserted. There were only a few people roller blading and cycling. The nearby hiking trail was popular for bladers and cyclists.

I had picked up a burger on the way to the park and was sitting in my truck eating when I noticed a man across the parking lot polishing his car. He was quite a distance away but he looked quite attractive. As I finished my meal I watched him as he moved around his car. I wanted to get a closer look so I gathered up my garbage and walked across the lot to the refuse container that was beside the man's car. As I got closer I got a better look at him. He was my height, five foot six, and had a little belly on him. He was wearing suspenders which held his pants up a bit tighter than normal. The suspenders pulled up on his pants which gave his crotch a revealing look.

It was a pretty nice day so when I was close enough I said hello to him and commented that it was a nice day to clean the car. He just nodded and continued on with his chore. I was so disappointed that he didn't want to engage in conversation. He was a very good looking man of about 60. His car was several years old but it was in mint condition. He obviously took good care of it. I went back to my truck and moved to a different part of the parking lot, closer to the beach. I did a little beachcombing and found a couple of nice pieces of wood and brought them back to my truck. My lunch time was over so I decided to leave.

On my way out of the park I had to pass by the man and when I did I noticed that he was talking to another man. They were standing beside their cars and so when I passed I gave them a half wave. To my great delight the man waved back. At least he was friendly. For the next couple of days I couldn't get the image of the man out of my head. I thought about him all the time and decided to revisit the park to see if he would be there again.

For the next few days I took lunch in the park and each day I saw the man and always made a point to wave to him. He always waved back but I didn't have the courage to approach him. He always seemed to be reading the paper or something that prevented me from getting close to him. That went on for about two weeks until I got to the point where I thought he must have thought that I was stalking him. I couldn't stand to see him and not be able to talk to him.

I rarely went to the park on the weekends but for some reason I went on Saturday morning and there was the man again. He was parked in a different part of the park and there were no other cars around. I passed by a couple of times, each time waving to him and each time he would wave back. I left the park and got a coffee and returned. He was still there when I got back so I swallowed my fear and drove up beside him. I rolled down my window and said hello to him. To my astonishment he immediately began to chat to me through his open window. We kept our conversation to the weather mostly. I told him about my reason for being there and he seemed interested in my hobby so I started to tell him as much as I could. As I spoke he got out of his car and stood beside it. I thought that was a good idea so I got out of my truck as well.

He introduced himself as Joe and I told him my name. He told me that he rarely spoke to anyone in the park because all that people usually wanted was just sex and he wasn't interested. At least he cleared up one mystery for me. He was indeed gay so I didn't have to worry about being upfront with him. I explained to him that I found him attractive the first time I saw him and I would be happy just to get to know him. He stunned me when he asked me if I was uncut. I told him I was and he said that was good.

"I love uncut men and especially when they are wearing bluejeans." he said to me. I was wearing jeans which was the first time while in the park. I never wore jeans to work so this was fortunate. Joe went to the trunk of his car and brought out a photo album which he opened and showed me. He had many many pictures of himself in various poses in front of his car. He was obviously very proud of his car and wanted to show it off. We finished looking at the photos and he told me that he found me nice to talk to. "You aren't like the rest of the guys that come around here". "Most of the guys just sit in their car and stare at you; I won't have anything to do with those guys". He was very much against cruising and disliked anyone who cruised the park. I was glad because I was content just talking to him. Even though I really wanted to get into his pants.

We continued to talk for about an hour. We had some frank talk about our likes and dislikes regarding sex but at no time did he or I suggest that we would be getting together soon. "I have to go to the flea market to trade in some movies; if you have time, do you want to go with me?" he asked. I was thrilled that he asked and jumped at the chance. He told me to leave my truck in the park and he would bring me back after, so I got in his car and off we went.

We spent about an hour in the flea market before Joe finally decided which movies to trade. He asked me if there was anything that I wanted to look around for but I told him that I had seen enough. We went back out to his car and left. As we were exiting the flea market parking lot he asked, "would you like to see my apartment?" I didn't want to seem pushy so I casually said okay. He lived nearby so it only took a couple of minutes to get there. I was really getting nervous when we pulled up to his apartment and he turned off the car. He lived in a basement apartment of a house which had its own entrance.

Once inside he gave me a tour of the kitchen and livingroom. He poured me a glass of coke and we talked some more. "I have never brought anyone here before, you are the first person to visit me here." he said. I took that to mean that he liked me and I really liked him and I told him so.

He was showing me his stereo equipment and I was standing as close to him as I could. I put my arm around his shoulder while he was talking which made him pause. He stopped, turned toward me and put his hands on my shoulders. "It has been years since I last had sex; but I want to with you." He slid his arms around me and gave me a hug. I could feel him trembling as he hugged me. He was so nervous and afraid. We began to feel each other up as we hugged. He was already hard and so was I so it wasn't long before we were getting our shirts and pants undone.

"Lets go into the bedroom" he suggested. I followed him into his bedroom and while he closed the blinds and prepared the bed, I started to get undressed. I was naked before he had a chance to get his shirt off. He approached me with his pants half off and his underwear still on. "Do you like to suck?" he asked. I didn't answer but dropped to my knees and peeled back his underwear exposing his 6 inch, uncut and thick cock. He was really horny, as indicated by the amount of precum oozing out of his cock. And what a sweet cock it was. I gorged myself on his cock for as long as I could before Joe pulled me up off the floor and instructed me to get on the bed. He wanted to do a 69 and I was all for it.

When Joe wrapped his mouth around my aching cock it felt incredible. I went back to work on his thick cock and before long he was writhing with pleasure. He didn't take long to cum. It was easy to tell when he was ready because he started to thrust his cock into my mouth and make grunting sounds just before he shot his load into me. The sensation of his cum sliding down my throat and the taste of it was enough to put me over the edge and I came seconds later. We were both so horny with all the game playing that neither one of us lasted more than a few minutes. But it was explosive and intense.

We both got dressed and went back to the livingroom. We talked some more and Joe gave me his phone number. "When will I see you again?" he asked. I told him that it would be soon because I found him so attractive. He drove me back to my truck and we parted. That was two weeks ago and I haven't seen him again since. I think I will have to give him a call in a couple of days. I miss his quirky demeanour and would really like to make him come out of his shell.

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