Love after 50 CHAPTER 2
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I felt those hands, those wonderful hands caressing and massaging my body. Soothing, rubbing, kneading my aching muscles as they roamed around my back and legs. I rolled over onto my back and the hands continued to rub and massage my shoulders and chest. They moved down to my legs and thighs and gently caressed them. I became so excited as I felt them moving to my private parts, the juices within me boiling wanting to be released. Two lips kissed my forehead then my eyes. They kissed each cheek then brushed lightly over my lips. I felt the hands rubbing my erection bringing me to climax as another deep long kiss was placed on my mouth.
I awoke sweating and confused. Oh my God, I had just had a wet dream. I hadn't had one for years. I just had a wet dream with Max making love to me. How could that happen? I had never had sex with a man nor had I ever dreamt about it.
I don't understand these feelings. Is there something wrong with me? Now I am completely awake and I am trying to sort things out in my head. It wasn't a bad dream, there was so much love and caring that I felt from those hands that caressed my body. I wasn't disgusted by the dream, which I thought I should probably be. Having sex with a man just isn't the normal thing, at least in my mind. What am I going to do about these strange new feelings?
How could I return to Max's home again? Would I be able to work with him and be around him without becoming aroused? If I did, and he made advances to me, how far would I go? I really liked this man, his personality, compassion, his sense of humor. I liked his company and friendship Would I loose his friendship over the strange new feelings I was having. Just then the phone rang and it was Max.
"You coming over today?" he said. "I got my check book out and am ready to go shopping for the lumber and other goodies."
I hesitated not knowing just how to reply. Could I face him and be close to him after what had happened in my dream?
"You there? Cat got your tongue?" He said.
"No, I was just getting my mind in order. I just got out of bed. I'11 be over in about a halfhour."
We chatted a few more minutes and then I hung up. I finished dressing, drank the rest of my coffee and headed out the door for Max's house. We had decided we would stop and have breakfast some where before we went to the lumber yard.
I arrived at the house and got out of my truck, walked up to the door and was greeted by Max with the usual hug. I quickly pulled away and asked if I could use the head before we left. When I came out I headed for the door and Max opened it and as I was going out he reached out and put his hand on my shoulder. I pulled away again and I was sure he got the message that I didn't want to be touched. We got into the truck and headed out.
" What's the matter buddy? Your acting different today."
"Oh I just had a bad night last night." I said. and brushed it off as it was nothing.
I stopped at a good restaurant that I knew of on the way to the lumber yard and we went in and ordered breakfast. We sat there drinking coffee and making small talk. Then Max asked again.
"What's the matter buddy? It's got to be something more than just a bad nights sleep that is bothering you."
I told him that I couldn't talk about it there and maybe I would tell him later when we were alone. Max settled for that and didn't bring the subject up again.
We finished eating and we headed out to the lumber yard. We selected the materials we needed, loaded them into the truck and we were off again to Max's house. When we got there we unloaded the truck and stacked the lumber and other materials neatly and covered them with a tarp. Max said that I couldn't leave without having a cup of coffee and a doughnut with him so we went into the house and I sat down to the table while he put the coffee on. Max opened the subject again when he returned with two cups in hand.
"There is something wrong and I would like to know what it is. If it is something I have done please tell me. I value your friendship far to much to have something destroy it."
I told him that it wasn't anything he had done and that it was just me.
"Why in the hell don't you tell me what it is. That's what friends are for you know."
Reluctantly I told him of the dream I had the previous night I told him how confused I was and how I felt unsure of my feelings and emotions.
Max listened quietly and I could see a tear forming in his eye. He got up and came around behind my chair and patted me on the shoulder in a comforting way.
"I would never intentionally do anything to make you uncomfortable. I went through the same feelings and emotions when I was a teenager, and I finally had to come to terms with my sexuality. It's not unnatural to have homosexual feelings even when your are straight. I have to confess that I am strongly attracted to you and that I could easily fall in love with you, but I don't want to loose you as a friend. I would never come on to you unless you were sure of your feelings and were ready to have a relationship. If you want to avoid our having further contact with each other I will understand." By now the tears were realy flowing from his eyes.
"It's not that. I have very strong feelings for you and your friendship is important to me. I have never met another man that had so much love and compassion in his soul. I don't know how I could have gotten over my grief, without you being there with your understanding and help. I need you now the help me understand my feelings and this new desire that is within me. I like it when you touch me and hug me. I like the gentleness and the affection that you give me because it is so comforting, but I don't know yet if I can go farther with it, as it is so new and strange to me. I don't want the avoid having contact with you but maybe we should not see each other for a couple of days while I get things sorted out in my head." I said.
"Well I had better be getting home now and get something done around the house. I'11 give you a call in a few days and we will get this job done."
Max gave me a big hug this time and said.
"You take care buddy, you are my best friend and I love you." I hugged him back then left for home.
When I got home I did some of the chores that needed to be done like the laundry and the dishes that piled up. I couldn't keep my mind off of the dream I had last night and the talk I had today with Max. I went in and started up the computer and decided I would see if I could find some gay sites I might be able to understand my feelings ifI could find out a little more about gay life. I found a site that had gay erotic stories and so I went there·and opened up one· of the stories. I started reading and I was thoroughly disgusted with what I was reading bondage. torture, whips and chains, how could that even relate to what I was feeling towards Max. I closed that story and opened another one. The newone involved incest, rape, and mind control. 1 began to think that being gay was really perverted and degenerate. The third story was different. It was about two men that fell in love with each other. It was a story of sharing and caring and of pleasing the one you loved both emotionally and physically. The more 1 read the more I enjoyed the story. The sex acts didn't seem all that disgusting when two people were in love. I started to think of the sex act between a man and a woman and some of the things that I had done with my wife would be just as dirty if there hadn't been the love and trying to pleasure each other evolved. I guess that is the answer. Sex is just an act to release your welled up desires and is only really meaningfUl if love is involved. It then becomes a thing of beauty.
I found a couple more stories that I liked and they were more involved with the love aspect of the gay relationship than with the explicit sex acts. I began to realize that love is the most important thing in life. To love and be loved in return is what makes a person whole. What does it mater if it is a man and a woman, two men, or two women? If love is the basis for the relationship it can't be bad.
It was late and I decided it was time for bed, so up the stairs I went to an empty bed again. 1 went to sleep and started dreaming of those hands again, caressing my body and bringing me pleasure, but this time I also was messaging and caressing the body that was giving me pleasure. It was Max's body that I was making love to. I am in love with Max. I am holding his body close to mine, my hands rubbing his back as we embrace. My lips find his and we kiss and explore each other with our tongues. I am loved and I am giving love in return, how wonderful the feeling is, my body and my soul are aglow with the warmth and tenderness of love.
I wake from the dream with a peace and serenity knowing that someone loves me and someone want's me. I am wanted and needed by another human being, my life has meaning again. Once again it is wonderful to be alive.
The sun was up and the birds were singing. What a wonderful day, I guess I'll give Max a call and we can get some work done on his greenhouse. I heard the phone ringing on the other end. Max picked up the phone with a cheerful "Hello."
"Hey Max, how bout we two having breakfast and getting some work done on that greenhouse today?"
"I'd rather not. After our talk yesterday you might feel uncomfortable around me. I don't want to loose your friendship buddy."
"Oh bullshit. I'm the one that had the dream and it was just a dream. Besides we gota make hay while the sun shines. Meet you at the restaurant in thirty minutes." I hung up before he could say no.
I got to the restaurant a few minutes late and Max wasn't there yet. I wondered if he was going to show since he felt a little uneasy after hearing about my dream. Just when I thought that he wasn't coming, there he was with the usual smile on his face and the handshake and pat on the arm.
"You don't give a guy a chance to say no do you." He said.
"Well if you didn't show up it wouldn't have been the first time I was stood up on a date,and by someone with more curves than you have too." I spoofed.
We ordered breakfast and we laughed and joked and things were back to normal. Just two friends enjoying each others company. We finished our meal and headed back to Max's place. We went right to work, sawing, nailing, framing in the walls for the greenhouse. The morning progressed and we had got a lot accomplished. Max said he was going into the house and rustle us up something for lunch.
We had tipped two of the walls up and T was nailing a strap across the top to keep them temporarily in place but when I came down off the ladder I missed the last step and fell. My vocabulary at that moment turned into something that would make a seaman and a truck driver blush. "@%#%"&##! ! ! ! ! ! '-
Max heard my swearing and cussing and came running out to see what had happened. There I lay on my back on the ground still spouting out obscenities and in pain.
"You OK buddy? Did you break anything?"
"I think I sprained my ankle and pulled the muscle in my calf." I said.
"Your sure nothings broke? Maybe I should get you to the doctor and have him check you out."
Max was really concerned as to my well being. I finally convinced him that it was just a sprained ankle and a pulled muscle and that some soaking and an ace bandage would take care of the problem without seeing a doctor.
Max helped me up off the ground, put my arm over his shoulder and we made it into the kitchen. He disappeared for a couple of minutes and I heard water running. When he returned he handed me a couple of pills and a glass of water.
"Take these. They are a pain killer that won't hurt you but might make you a little sleepy. Next your going to strip and get in that tub of hot water that I just ran for you in the bathroom."
I started to protest but I could see that he wasn't going to take no for an answer so he helped me to the bathroom and I managed to strip and get into the tub. Max had brought in a terry cloth robe for me to wear after my soaking and told me if I needed any help or anything to just give a holler. He went back to the kitchen and preparing us lunch. I soaked in the tub for about twenty minutes and managed to get myself out and dried off. I put my underwear and the robe on and hobbled out to the kitchen.
Max had a bottle of liniment and some ace bandages on the table. He had me sit down and began to message my leg and apply the bandage. His touch was gentle and the pain pills he had given me had kicked in, so there wasn't much discomfort in being warped up with the bandage. He then served us lunch and by the time we were through eating I was yawning and trying to keep my eyes open.
"Bed time! I'm going to put you to bed and you can take a nap and rest that leg untill supper time."
I started to protest but he just came over and helped me up and back to his bedroom. He tucked me in as if I were a little kid and patted me on the shoulder. This is when I reached up and pulled his head down and kissed him on the cheek.
"Thanks buddy. Your one hell of a guy."
My lips moved from his cheek to his lips and gently brushed across them, then I planted a hard kiss on his mouth and probed his open mouth with my tongue. Max responded and his tongue started darting in and out of my mouth and sent messages to my groin. My cock was starting to swell in anticipation of making love.
Max broke our kiss and ran his hand down my chest messaging my muscles and moving down to my crouch. He pressed his palm on my now raging hard on and held it there for a short while. He looked into my eyes.
"You my friend need some rest and sleep. I'11 wake you up after while and we will have a talk.
"Only a talk?"
"Well maybe more." He said.
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