The One Night Stand

He was a big man. Not fat. Just stout like a brick layer use to heavy work all his live, but I never learned what he did for a living. He just told me he had come to Fort Lauderdale because he had heard so much about it. At least that what he told me when we met at Tropics. I have a lover but he had flown up to New York over the weekend to visit with some long time friends. I shouldn’t have gone out. I really only went to Tropics because I was tried of looking at the four walls of the apartment. I swear that I didn’t have any plans on having sex with anyone.

Mike, had just handed me my Bud and I was taking my first swallow of it when I glanced down the bar. There he stood! Broad shoulder! Gray hair! Strong hairy legs! Big hairy arms. And a chest full of white hair jetting from his half buttoned Hawaiian shirt. Seems that GOD had packed all my likes into one man.

Then he smiled at me. Truth be told, I‘m good looking and get lots of smiles and much more when I go out, but his smile was different. It seemed project at me and it lighted up his face in a manner that you could almost see his worries disappearing. I can’t tell you which of us took the first step toward the other. All I know is that we were suddenly walking toward each other like we were the only ones in the room. His smile got bigger as we met. Then I saw his green lonesome eyes. Those eyes yeaning for attention, for just a moment of love.

"Where are you from?" I remember asking that but don’t know if he spoke first or not. I was lost in his eyes and smile.

"Detroit. And you?" His voice was deep and masculine, all man.

"I live here."

"My name is Lawrence?" He offered.

"Pete," I answered and smiled.

"Well, Pete, I when I finish my drink I’m going out to dinner. Would you like to join me? I hate eating alone." He stared me straight in the eyes as he spoke. He eyes were pleading even though there wasn’t a hint of desperateness in his voice.

"Sure, I haven’t eaten." I said as I moved closer so that my right arm touched his hairy left arm. "You are a very nice man." I said.

"You don’t even know me." He said, sadness creeping into his voice.

"I know you well enough already to see you are one nice man." I stated. As I took a drink of my Bud I studied his eyes. Yes, there was sadness in them. His need drew me like a moth to a flame. I knew that I should just chat with him a moment and say goodbye, but I couldn’t. He was already under my skin like no other person had ever gotten.

We ate at the Thai Restaurant next to tropics. All I remember about the meal was staring in his eyes and reaching under the table and holding hands with him. He sensed I didn’t want to talk about my situation or myself and he didn’t push the issue. Anyway it didn’t matter what we talked about, what mattered was the bond that was quickly developing between us on a non-verbal level. By the end of the meal the sadness had grown dim in his eyes. There wasn’t laughter yet in them, but they were over flowing with love.

"You want to come to my hotel?" Now there was pleasing in his voice.

"Of course." I said and reached under the table and patted him on his hairy leg. Just to touch his leg sent a tingle throughout my body.

"I don’t want a quickie! He said when we entered his hotel room. "Can you stay with me tonight?" He asked as he surveyed me from head to foot. "You are a very handsome man." He added.

"Yes, I can stay." I found myself saying and feeling guilty as I remembered my lover of twenty years up in New York. "I shouldn’t but I will.’ I added.

"Good." He answered and sat down in a chair next to the bed. "I want to know everything about you. Please tell me everything but don’t ask me to do the same." He said as he patted the other chair. "Come and sit."

I couldn’t say no to him. There was that sadness in his eyes again. I wanted desperately to make it go away. More than anything in my life, I suddenly realized I needed to make this stranger happy.

I started talking. I began with my life on the farm in Alabama and my father throwing me out of the house when I came home from a date with an older man and he saw us kissing. I told him about Frank, the gentle man I met in New York City that guided me and nurtured me for seventeen years before he died of a heart attack. I told him of the void the Frank's dealth left in my life in spite of finding a new lover a short time later. I told him that not since Frank had I reacted to someone so quickly and totally. And I told him I loved him even though we had just met and saw that I meant it.

As my story unfolded the sadness vanished from his eyes. "Now I know you." He said when I fell silent.

I got up and when to him. We kissed. No, I have kissed people many time. It was more than a kiss. It was an exchange of pure passion. And the passion mounted as we held our embrace. Suddenly a sense of urgency flowed from him. His kisses became desperate. I could almost feel him sucking my love for him from my body. I gave myself to him. I didn’t hold any of my feelings back and he took it all and wanted more.

He suddenly pushed me back. "Let’s go to bed." He told me.

GOD, I thought, why have you sent this man into my life when you know I can’t leave my lover. Is it some form of punishment for not being true to Dieter! Suddenly I found myself wishing that I had never met Lawrence! But then he removed his shirt and I got a full look at his masculine, hairy chest and I regretted my words. The more clothes he took off the more I knew that he was the perfect man for me. I liked everything about him. His hairy masculine body, his short thick circumcised cock, his nice big balls, his round hairy ass and of course his full head of solid gray hair. GOD, you’ve been spying on my daydreams, I thought.

"I never seen a cock as thick and long as your," the old man said and smiled. That smiled. I suddenly wanted to see that smile for the rest of my life.

I rushed forward and hugged his hairy chest. He patted me on the back and then held me against him in a desperate embrace that told me more than words that we should enjoy this moment and not think beyond it.

He pulled away from me. "Yes, we should have met a long time ago." Was all he said, his voice sad again.

I led him to the bed. Then I was all over him. I kissed his hairy chest, licking his thick gray hair. I took one of his nipples in my mouth and sucked softly on it, feeling it harden with excitement. He was breathing heavy when I started working on the other nipple. By the time I worked my tongue down to his navel his body was literally jumping with excitement. He moaned as I sent my tongue around and around his belly button.

"Oh!" He cried out when my touch touched the tip of his cock head. I licked the head of his cock, the shaft and then his balls. He moaned and shook his head from side to side as his excitement kept building.

"Turn over.’ I told him and he didn’t hesitate.

When my tongue touched his asshole he jumped. His reaction excited me. I began passionately to lick and tongue his asshole as he began to hunch his ass against my face. Then I forced my tongue inside of him. He bucked in pleasure! I drove my tongue as deep as it would go inside of his asshole and then started moving it in and out. He cried out. The sound he made drove me on. I started twisting my tongue in his asshole exploring it, fucking him with it, giving all the pleasure I could extract out of my tongue.

Then I mounted him. He didn’t say a word when I pressed the huge head of my cock against his spit glistening asshole. I spit on my hand and applied it to the head of my cock as I looked down at his hairy back and ass. Even thought my state of excitement was at a frenzy level, I entered him gently, slowly pressing the thick head of my cock against he tight asshole.

He tensed up as my cock forced its entry. I leaned forward and kissed him behind the neck as I pushed the head of my cock completely inside him. He moaned. I pushed more of my cock inside him. Then in a flurry of kissing on his neck and back, I drove my cock deeper and deeper in the old man’s ass.

The inside of his ass was hot. My cock throbbed as I pulled it almost completely out of him and plunged it deep inside again. He bucked and moaned. I went crazy with lust and started pounding his ass with my cock, pumping it in and out as fast as I could. I got totally lost in the pleasure. I don’t know how long I fucked the old man. It could have been hours or minutes as time lost all meaning.

When I shot off it made all the previous orgasms seem trivial. I dropped onto his back. Kissed his neck rubbing my stomach against his hairy back and grinding my crotch against his hairy ass until my cock slipped out of him.

Still crazy with lust. I flipped him over and attacked his short fat cock. I started sucking it desperately. I wanted his cum. I need it. I wanted to take a part of him and make it me. I tongued his cock like I had never done before. I only thought of giving him pleasure as I worked over his cock with my tongue.

He gave it to me. He shot off in my mouth. I suck ever drop out of him and kept sucking him until his cock deflated and he pulled my up and kissed me. I fucked him twice more that night and sucked his cock once before I fell asleep.

When I woke up it was five in the morning and he was gone. At first I thought he was in the bathroom but when I checked it was empty. Later I checked at the front desk of the motel and the young stud behind the desk handed me a note and when I asked he told me the room had been booked for only one night.

"You have given me what I have been looking for all my life...I only regret not meeting you when I had more time, love Lawrence."

I often look over the crowd at Tropics hoping against hope to catch a glance of him. But I only see him in my dreams. I find myself wondering about life after death...will you meet people you love again.