JONATHAN’S IN AMSTERDAM STORY

I was thinking, a little wearily to myself, it’s never easy to come out of the closet. Whether you are 20 or 50, it’s always hard. There are always consequences.

I think, that for all her intelligence, my daughter is not very smart. The evidence for that is sitting on a chaise lounge next to me, William, her ex-boyfriend. William would have made the perfect son-in-law. He’s dashingly handsome with thick chestnut-brown hair, warm brown eyes, a sly, movie-star grin, and a chin that people pay surgeons to duplicate. His physique matches his face well. He has a gymnast’s build: lean and sinewy, broad shoulders and strong arms, perfectly developed pecs, abs right off a Greek statue, narrow waist, and (so I can stop gushing) great legs. He’s got a brain to go with that body, and he’s such an astute young businessman that I’m very lucky to have him working for me. Don’t get me wrong. I am proud of Emily. She is a smart and talented young woman, but to throw away this fine specimen of manhood was just foolishness—and my luck to catch him.

He was a wreck when I found him pounding on my front door at two o’clock in the morning. A thunderstorm was rumbling through, lightning flashed and it was pouring. William was standing on my front porch, screaming "Emily!" at the top of his lungs. It was a good thing I drove up then or the neighbors would have called the police. It was raining and he was soaked. Apparently, he’d been there for a while. I took him inside and directed him to the bathroom. I ordered him to take off his clothes, then went to my bedroom to get him a robe. I had seen William only a few times while Emily dated him. They started dating three years ago when both of them were in college. Emily studied art and William was going for his business degree. I met him when I dropped by for a visit. They hadn’t known each for long and, in fact, she had introduced him simply as her friend. I was attracted to him, but he was awfully young then and I thought he seemed straight as an arrow. By the end of that school year, things had gotten serious between them. Emily told me she was in love with him, so I asked her to invite him up to spend the summer at our place in West Point. He said that he could only spend a week there because he had an internship with a management firm in Chicago coming up. I got a first look at his body when he went swimming. His body wasn’t as defined or as hairy then, but still youthful and a little soft. I was attracted, but immediately dismissed any thought of doing anything because of my daughter, mostly, and I simply considered him too young for me. Something inside told me that a fifty-year-old man should not pursue a nineteen-year old boy.

When I returned with the robe he was naked, drying his hair with a towel. His face was covered so he didn’t see me checking his body out. His nipples were erect and his cock and scrotum had contracted and looked cute. "William," I said, and he quickly draped the towel in front of his crotch. "You can put this on." I handed him the robe. "Thanks," he replied, sniffling. He turned away to put it on and I took a quick look at his ass. Perfection. He looked quite dashing in my luxurious, burgundy-colored Dior robe, even though his thick hair was tousled and his eyes were bleary from sobbing. "Would you like a drink, William? Pop, coffee, a cocktail? Anything." He thought a moment then said, "Scotch with a splash?" I was a bit surprised at his choice. Scotch didn’t seem like a young man’s drink. "Sure thing. Come, let’s go to the living room." I led him to the living room and offered him a seat on the sofa. Then I went to the bar to fix us each a scotch. "So, do you feel like talking about why you were in my front yard screaming in the rain for my daughter?" I poured our drinks, then stepped over to the sofa and sat down next to him. He took a sip of his drink then put it down. "I’m just guessing here, but I gather she dumped you."

He sighed, and said, finally, "Yeah, she dumped me. I don’t know why. I thought everything was going well." He broke down crying and leaned over on my shoulder. In between sobs he told me about the last few weeks in their relationship. It was almost a play-by-play of the last weeks of my marriage. William was concentrating too much on his career; Emily felt neglected, then they grew distant. Then, a few nights ago, she told him she was seeing another guy and that their relationship was over. William begged her for another chance but she rejected him. Then he drove all night to get here because he thought she was here. What could I say to him? I had no clue that she was breaking up with him. I stroked his head, hoping that would be enough to comfort him. "Listen, William, you can stay here tonight." He sniffled "Thanks." "Sometimes my daughter doesn’t know what a good thing she has until it’s gone. She gets that from her mother. Come on." I stood up. He looked up at me with a grateful expression and smiled slightly. He took his drink and gestured for me to lead him upstairs. I led him to the guest bedroom. He sat down on the bed and took a few more sips of his scotch. "Will you be all right in here?" I asked, while eyeing his chest that was showing through the opening of the robe. "I’ll be OK. Thanks for letting me crash. It’s a long, lonely ride back to Palmdale." "Think nothing of it. Just have a good night’s sleep." He looked up at me again with that grateful look and it seemed as if he wanted to say something else. "Thanks, Mr. Hatch." "William, call me Jonathan." He smiled and said, "Thanks, Jonathan."

I went to bed thinking about the handsome young man sleeping in the next room, replaying in my mind the sight of him standing naked in the bathroom. If I had less self-control I would have gone down on my knees and started sucking his cock right there. I remembered back to about a year ago. It was an odd bit of luck that I got to tickets to the ballet in Chicago. I knew that Emily hated the ballet. I had learned that William loved classical music while he was at West Point so I decided to invite him along. I’m sure he thought it was a good way to score points with his girlfriend’s dad. Our "date" went well. William enjoyed dinner and the ballet, but he seemed very nervous. I didn’t know whether it was just being with me, his girlfriend’s dad, or if it was from some of the looks we were getting at the restaurant and at theater. I supposed that they thought we were a gay couple, which I found ironic. After the ballet, we hit a few bars and we got toasted. We took a cab back to my condo apartment on State. It belongs to the company and my top people and I use it to entertain or accommodate important guests. William surprised me by stripping down in front of me as he got ready for bed. He was still fairly tipsy and unsteady as he struggled out of clothes. He stumbled trying to get his pants off but I caught him. He laughed, slightly embarrassed, then stood up. When he was stripped down to his shorts and socks he tottered off to the bedrooms. I was chuckling when he turned to ask for directions. I walked over to him and escorted him to his bedroom. We walked to the bed and he flopped down. He fell asleep almost right away, without getting under the covers. This gave me a chance to take a good look at his body. I was not usually attracted to younger guys, but I certainly made an exception for William. I committed every inch of his sculpted physique to memory. I was tempted to strip off his briefs but an image of a horrified Emily flashed in my mind. I walked out of his room to mine. I admitted to myself that I was falling in love with him. That night was the most fun I’d had in years. William was such wonderful company, and then to see him almost naked. The only thing that would have made it perfect would have been if we had made love. That night I masturbated for the first time since I was a kid. I fantasized that William and I were making love on the lakeshore at West Point. I wanted to kiss him passionately. I wanted to feel the strength of his muscular body. I wanted to taste his cock and watch him devour mine. I wanted to shove my cock in his ass then feel him penetrate me. I blew my wad in a matter of moments, with the image of William on his back, legs up, with my cock pumping in and out of his tight hole.

A year later, I was in exactly the same position, fisting my cock as I fantasized about making love to the young man lying naked in the next room. "Jonathan?" I froze. I didn’t hear William open the door. I looked over to the door and saw his silhouetted form standing there. He was leaning against the doorjamb and I could tell that he was nude. "Jonathan, are you awake?" He was being polite, I was sure, because he must have been able to discern in the darkness that I had been jerking off. I reached for my bedside lamp, not exactly sure if I should turn the light on. "Wait, Jonathan. Keep it dark. I need to tell you something." I leaned back as he stepped toward me. A fleeting image of what I wanted to happen next flashed in my head. I tried to say something but I couldn’t. All I could manage was a throaty "Yeah?" which sounded pathetic. William knelt down by the bed and I could see his eyes in the dim light that filtered in from outside. "Jonathan, I sort of lied to you. I didn’t come here because I was upset about Emily. We did break up last week but I had expected it. She told me she was in love with someone else, some garage mechanic who fixed her car. Then I told her that I was in love with someone else." He sighed and ran his hand through his beautiful hair. "I’m in love with you, Jonathan. I have been since we were in Chicago last year." I thought I was dreaming. "Say that again?" I wanted to make absolutely sure I heard him correctly. "Oh God, Mr. Hatch, I’m sorry. I didn’t, I mean, oh God, what am I doing—" He scrambled to his feet and started to leave. "William, wait!" I reached out quickly and grabbed his hand. "It’s OK." He must have misunderstood me. I pulled him back to the bed then took his other hand. "It’s all right. Listen, I know what you mean and it’s OK. I just wish I had your guts so I could have told you the same thing, William. I couldn’t because of Emily. I thought you were straight and I thought your relationship with her was serious. I couldn’t steal my own daughter’s boyfriend." "I wasn’t stringing her along, Jonathan. I was just trying to force myself to be straight. My mother could never accept the fact I’m gay. She’s depending on me to carry on the Johnson name. And my job, a company like that is not very open to alternative lifestyles." "Christ, William, we’re more alike than you think." I tugged him forward to sit him down on the bed. I stroked the side of his face, rough from a few day’s stubble. "I know exactly what you’re going through. But I made the mistake you’re avoiding." "What mistake was that?" "I got married. But I shouldn’t call it a mistake. I have a beautiful daughter. But I put myself and her mother through such trouble when we got divorced." "Do they know?" "Rowena knows, always did, I figure. But she went along with my little delusion. Maybe she thought she could ‘straighten me out.’ Emily? She might suspect something...." "She doesn’t. Well, she never talked to me about it. I asked her once why you and Rowena split up and why you never remarried, but she put me off. Maybe she does know." "I’m going to have to tell her sooner or later." "Let’s not talk about her. Jonathan, do you remember that night in Chicago when we went to the ballet?" "Of course I do, William. It was the best night of my life." "God, I wish I’d known you were gay then. I wish I hadn’t gotten so drunk. Maybe we’d be together now." "We are together." I leaned over and kissed his lips. As he wrapped his arms around me, we fell back onto the bed. His tongue danced with mine in our open mouths. My hands ran all over his strong, masculine chest as his hand stroked my thigh. Soon he began kissing my neck and moved lower, laying kisses down my chest and stomach while his hand cupped my balls. With his face now at my crotch I heard him inhale deeply, then felt him take hold of my rigid cock. He licked along the underside my cock up then stopped at the glans to suckle on it. I held his head in my hand and stroked his hair. It felt so good to have a mouth on my cock and apparently someone taught him how to give great head. He massaged the tip in his mouth, using his tongue until I couldn’t hold back and released a gush of cum into the young man’s mouth. He pulled back and let my juice spurt onto my chest and stomach. "Oh God, William," I groaned. "That was fantastic!" He crawled up next to me and lay back with his cock in his hand. He was jerking it slowly as I fondled his chest. I loved the feel of the hair on his chest. Most young men his age don’t have hairy chests, either by nature or by choice. I wanted to fuck his ass, but I didn’t know for sure if was too soon for that. I brought my head down to his crotch. I might as well return the favor, I thought, but I’d never sucked a man’s cock before. "Let me take care of that, kiddo," I said, taking his hand off his fat cock. "Jonathan, you don’t have to." "I want to, William." Then I engulfed his cock with my mouth. I did my best, licking the shaft, massaging the glans, just as he did with mine. William moaned softly and put his hand on the back of my head. He started stroking my hair. "Oh yeah, Jonathan, suck my cock," he whispered. He spread his legs apart, so I started licking his balls. I took each one into my mouth and rolled it around. He moaned again as started to lick below his balls. Then he raised his legs, exposing his asshole to me. It was something I’d never thought I would do, rimming. But William had other ideas. Maybe he was more experienced in man-to-man sex than I thought. "Do it, Jonathan," William said softly. I licked down from the base of his scrotum and headed for his hairy, puckered hole. He was clean so I immediately dove in. William growled as my tongue burrowed into his tight hole. I have to fuck this ass, I said to myself, as I continued rimming him, but only if he asks. I could hear him jerking his cock. "I need something bigger in there, Jonathan," he said huskily. "Fuck me. Ram your hard cock in my tight asshole, man. Fuck me hard." Even though my tongue was enjoying the probe into his ass, I needed something more. I got up and looked at him. He was so sexy then, with his legs up like that. "Are you sure. kid? I mean, it’s a pretty big step." "I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life." I leaned over and kissed him, deeply. Then I reached over to my night stand and pulled out a condom and a tube of lubricant from the drawer. "Do we really need that?" William asked. "I don’t think so but it’s more to protect you." "Really?" He looked at my slyly. "What have you been up to since your divorce?" "After the divorce, during the marriage, it was just a couple of times, but you never know." I unwrapped the condom and put in on the head of my dick. Then William took my hand away and unrolled the rubber down the shaft himself. "Are you ready for me, baby?" "Every inch, man." I moved back a bit, while William spread his legs even wider. I squeezed a glob of lube onto my fingers and spread it onto his hole. I shoved a finger into him, then another. He gasped a bit and I felt his sphincter tighten around my fingers. Lord, I could have come right then shoving my fingers in William’s tight asshole. My dick pulsed with my quickening heartbeat, as if to tell me it was time for him to take over. I lined up my sheathed cock to his waiting hole. Leaning forward, my throbbing pole slowly penetrated him. William gasped and tensed a little. His head went back and a low growl came from his throat. We both moaned as his asshole tightened then relaxed and my cock sank to the hilt easily. "Fuck me, Jonathan! Fuck me hard!" William growled. I leaned down to him and kissed him deeply as I started to grind my hips slowly into him. The tightness of his asshole felt so different, so invigorating that my pelvis seemed to have been under the control of my cock. "I want it all, man!" my yuppie lover growled. I showered his beautiful face and strong shoulders with kisses. I plunged into him slowly, my cock savoring each thrust into the tight. William mumbled my name over and over as he jerked himself off. I could feel his anus spasm, gripping my cock. Within seconds, my head was swimming deliciously as I shot my load into William. William cried out as he spurted his cum in between our torsos. It felt delightfully warm against the skin of my stomach. I kissed William again. I realized what it was like to kiss a man, I mean, how we kiss. We kissed passionately, almost forcefully, as if we each had something in our mouths that the other must have. It was not delicate but there was tenderness.

So here we are on the balcony of my—I mean, our—villa on the Greek coast, drinking Champagne and watching the men in skimpy bathing suits go by. Next week, it’s off to England and then Norway. We like to think of it as our honeymoon. Cheers!

Copyright © 1998 by SIC