The twenty year seduction
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Ialways thought of him as The Golden Boy.
It was probably near the end of the 1980s when I first saw him. I was still in my early thirties, new to Seattle, and not that long as an out-and-proud gay man. I had spent many hours noticing and ogling the beautiful men of Capitol Hill, Seattle’s undisputed gay neighborhood. But he stood out perhaps more than most. He was tall, blond, muscular, with a good jaw, broad shoulders, and a killer smile that showed off his ultra white teeth. Or so it seems now to my memory.
A surfer boy type, he looked like he would be at home equally in disco, a construction site, or a Tom of Finland drawing. In fact, I did spy him once in my neighborhood doing some carpentry work on a home. Seeing him in work boots and gloves, levis, and a white beater while swinging a hammer just reinforced his role as a stereotypically hot, masculine man.
I had seen him many places, in fact. But he was just a distant fantasy, way out of my league. Unapproachable as far as my insecure self was concerned.
Perhaps the nicest encounter with him, the closest I had ever come to anything remotely sexual, probably occurred in the early 90s. We both went to the same gym, and one day Golden Boy and I were alone together in the sauna. Naked.
I of course admired his intense beauty, and may have even touched myself enough to become at least partly or entirely tumescent. I don’t exactly remember. But I do recall his taking notice of my cock in a very approving way. I couldn’t believe my good fortune when he said, “I’d really like to suck on that.”
Both of
us went to the
same gym, and one
day Golden Boy and I
were alone together
in the sauna.
Naked.Unfortunately, that’s as far as the fantasy went. It was a public gym, after all, not a bath house. And by that time I had begun dating the (also beautiful) man who would become my long-time partner. So I wasn’t able to take advantage of the offer. But I may have given some closure to the moment later in the privacy of my gym shower stall (where I jacked off on more than one occasion after getting aroused by the surrounding beauty).
When my partner and I moved in together, we stopped going out much. Years went by, and the Golden Boy was not to be seen. Had he moved? Or was I simply too far out of circulation? Or had he, like so many, fallen prey to disease and death? I always wondered.
Finally, about a year ago, I saw him again at a local bar. He, like I, had aged. But he had kept his basic shape. His hair was greying, but he was still a beautiful man, and the sight of him brought back sexy memories. I smiled, glad to see this figure from my past.
By now, of course, I was less shy. So this time I actually went over and introduced myself. We shook hands and chatted briefly. I told him I remembered him from years ago, but hadn’t seen much of him. It was nice to finally connect on some level.
Although I’m single now, I still don’t get out as often as I did when I was younger. Just too much work, and not as much interest. But last Thursday, I decided to visit Basic Plumbing, a nearby sex club, for a Manhunt-sponsored event in which lockers were going for just a dollar.
For the
first time since
I had beheld him
some 20 years earlier,
I reached out my hand
and touched his
magnificent
body.Despite the promotion, the club was fairly quiet. A half dozen guys circled in the dark. I took my usual position on the upper level where cocksuckers below could service me through the glory holes. One took me in his mouth before long. He was doing an adequate job, but nothing special.
Over the wall, I could see a few men below watching the cocksucker go to work. One of the observers stood out. He was tall, muscular, wearing t-shirt, levis, and a baseball cap. He looked familiar. Could it be? We made eye contact, and he seemed to motion for me to follow him.
Before long I was face to face with Golden Boy in a narrow corridor. For the first time since I had beheld him some 20 years earlier, I reached out my hand and touched his magnificent body, and he mine. We admired each other’s figures and began to fondle one another’s cocks. He pulled me in for a kiss. Not just a kiss, but a long, hot, wonderful make-out session. That man could kiss like he invented the art. Beauty and a great kisser, too? It was too much.
A few others gathered to watch as we continued making out. All the while, Golden Boy grasped and jacked my now-harder-than-ever cock in his hand. It was intensely pleasurable, and before long I was getting near the edge.
“I’m getting close,” I warned him. That was his cue to stop kissing and bend over and go down on me. The touch of his lips on and over my cock gave me a jolt of ecstasy. He was as good at sucking dick as he was at kissing. It didn’t take long for me to explode in his mouth. I groaned out my orgasm as he swallowed every drop. I think he shot, too, but I actually can’t remember.
I leaned against the wall, recovering for a moment. Golden Boy slipped away in the darkness. I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again.
He once said he wanted to suck my cock. It took nearly two decades, but for both of us, the moment finally came.
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