Breakfast With Gus
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.