Death in San Antonio

[bobeeboi3767]

I just know that this is my last year on this earth. How do I know this? I have no idea, I just do. So, since I've been celibate for 11 years. I've decided to do something I've never done before, and that is to obsess on someone, not just anyone, but someone incredible. I decided to do this in January, and it wasn't until June that I saw him. Quite possibly the most beautiful young man I have ever seen in my life. He's a grocery store cashier, of all things. The funny thing is that he's completely unaware of his beauty. His name is Troy, and he must be at least 20, certainly not older than 25.


I was hesitant at first to approach his register. He was always in the 20 items or less aisle. I would stand two registers away from either side whichever line had the most customers so I could enjoy the view, for as long I could. Every once in a while you'd have an asshole manager thinking they were doing me a favor by pointing out that aisle 24 all the way down was open, and had no customers. My response was always the same, “I'm fine thank you,” and the stare that I would receive was also always the same. A stare of surprise. How could I leave my obsession it was already maddening when I would come, and he would have the day off. Grocery cashiers have very erratic work schedules, but I was able to figure out that he worked only during the day, and he always worked on weekends.

As the days turned into weeks, I finally had nerve to stand in his line. I don't even remember what I was buying. What I do remember was the smile, and the greeting I received from him. To me I now knew what a chorus of angels must sound like. This went on for a couple of weeks, until one day I just blurted out, “I’m an artist, and I would love to create a painting of you.”

His eyes were fixed on the price scanner as he finished scanning my item. He looked up, “You’re not some pervy gay guy are you?” he asked.

“Yes, Yes I am, but you need not worry about that I simply want to draw you. Of course you would be compensated.” I replied. He looked around there was no one behind me.

“Oh yeah, how much?” he asked.

“Five hundred, but there is a catch you would have to be nude.” He looked at me; I knew what was coming out of his mouth next.

“I have to think about it,” he said, which as it turns out was not what I was expecting.

“Take all the time you need,” I replied as I grabbed my merchandise, and walked away. Just as I was walking out of the grocery store he comes running behind me yelling, “Sir, Sir you forgot your keys.”

He pretends to hand the keys to me as he does this he whispers, “I'll do it, but I want us to meet again somewhere really public first; before I pose for you,” he said quickly. “My number is on the piece of paper I slipped into your hand.”

I was in a state of absolute bliss, “You don't have to worry all I want to do is draw you.”

He smiled, and walked back to his register. I walked out, and I could not feel the ground beneath me.


END OF PART 1

 

[Autolycus]

An interesting start - don't take too long before you ring his phone

 

[bobeeboi3767]

Re: Death in San Antonio

PART 2:

I wasted no time in calling Troy, I figured time is finite, and the sooner I did this the better. We decided to meet at a very popular family park near my home, one that was always packed with people. He was aware of the location of the park and agreed to meet me there in two day’s time. If I had a time machine I would have jumped into it and immediately gone two days ahead but sadly, time machines are products of science fiction. So I waited and every minute that went by was excruciating. I passed the time practicing the conversations we would have. I tried to conceive every possible subject that he might bring up or, if he was shy, I was trying to figure out what I would talk about. I'm sure my next door neighbor who already thought I was insane was now convinced of the fact as I'm sure her opinion of me was completely reinforced by my actions.

The big day had arrived. I got to the park earlier than we had agreed. As usual the park was filled with families engaging in all manner of activities. I told Troy I'd meet him by the parking lot since he had only heard of the park, but had never been there. Thirty minutes passed, and he was ten minutes late. I was starting to feel the crush of disappointment when I noticed an old gray Pontiac Grand Am come into the park I could not tell if it was him, but soon I could see his beautiful blond hair shimmering in the sunlight I waved my hand frantically like a lunatic until I got his attention. He parked fairly near me. I debated as to whether I should go and greet him, or stay and wait for him to come to me. I stayed. He slid out of his car his beautiful six foot swimmers physique in full view. His golden bangs slightly overlapping his beautiful dark blue eyes that gave off a brilliance equalled only by the Hope Diamond. I could barely stand. In fact I truly believed my knees would give up on me, but strong I stood.

He walked up to me, and the first thing he said was, “I don't know what to call you sir; you know my name, because of my name tag?” He asked. “Sebastian, my name is Sebastian,” I answered. He smiled extending his hand for me to shake ,“Please to meet you Sebastian.” I was hoping my hands were not clammy… just what I needed clammy hands. They were not. I asked if he wanted to sit on an empty bench near where we were. He agreed and sat there not saying a word. I knew he was shy so that meant I had to take total control of what we would talk about. I told him not to worry that I wasn't going to try to come on to him. This was just a professional deal. I gave him two hundred and fifty dollars, and told him I would give the rest upon completion of the painting he asked if he could photograph the painting when I had completed it. “Of course,” I said as after all it was to be a painting of him. He asked how long I thought it would take. I told him that depended on him, and when I could see him. I told him an hour or two every other day if possible, and I would be done in two weeks give or take a day or two. He said he would try to make it as often as he could. I then suggested he follow me to my apartment so we could begin.

I opened the door to my apartment, and was pleased by the pleasant odor of the air freshener I had used before I had gone to the park. I told him to relax, and asked if he would like something to drink. “Do you have a beer?” he asked. I went to the kitchen, and took a beer out from the fridge, and before I gave it to him. I asked how old he was he said he had just turned twenty one, and pulled out his driver’s license to prove it. He was indeed twenty one. His last name was Jones, Troy Jones. Well there it was the imperfection in my experience whenever I would meet someone who took my breath away they always had an imperfection. His was his boring, common last name. “This is a beautiful apartment,” he said. “Thank You .” He looked around for a minute, and asked “What do you do for a living?”

“I'm a salesman, I used to sell kitchen appliances.” That was a lie. I wasn't about to tell pretty boy that mother and father left me seven million dollars, and that I had never really worked a day in my life. “You got all this by being a salesman?” he asked. I told him that I invested well, and was now enjoying the fruits of that endeavour. “So, are you ready?” I asked. He replied that he was getting second thoughts, that he was nervous. I told him that was to be expected. If he wanted out I told him he could keep fifty dollars for his time, and that he could leave. He looked at me. He then chugged the rest of the beer, and said “Let's do this.”

I told him to follow me into my den that I had converted into my work space where my paintings littered the walls. I could tell he was impressed by the work. “These are incredible, have you ever shown your work in a gallery?” he asked. I told him I was too possessive of my work to ever to show it to anyone aside from the occasional friend. He once again complemented me on the work, and said that it was a shame that others did not get to enjoy it. He then asked how I would like for him to pose. Simple, I told him to lie on the day bed with his stomach down, his face up at me, his feet up, and his legs slightly crossed. He walked over to the day bed, and first took of his shoes. I went, and put some music on. I came back, and he was standing there barefoot, shirtless and only wearing his boxer briefs. His body was truly amazing. I could barely contain myself. I could tell he was hesitant. I told him I had a joint if he wanted to relax. He said no, and lowered his boxers. He kicked them off with his right foot, and there before me stood the most beautiful man I had ever seen, in his natural state. His circumcised penis was itself a work of art. I so wanted to get on my knees, and take it into my mouth working it until it gave its seed, and I would greedily swallow every last drop. I almost fainted at the thought, but I kept it together. He covered his cock with one hand and went to lie down on the day bed. It was as if he knew I was having impure thoughts about his manhood.

I went to grab my supplies. I began to set up. I was going to do this project in oil. Unlike other artists that prefer one or the other, for me it was always the subject that dictated what type of paint I would use, and this project reeked of oil paint. I was purposely avoiding looking at him as I set up not until I was ready. When I did I was so glad I waited. There he was on the bed looking right at me. The light coming in from the window lit his back, and his ass which I dare not stare at for too long for I would have an embarrassing erection if I did. The light as I hoped lit him perfectly. I also realized at that moment that I had a foot fetish. I had never thought of feet in any way other than the parts of the body one stands on, but when I saw his all I could think of was how much I wanted those perfect toes in my mouth as I fucked him.

I began by doing a rough sketch that I would use as a guide to help me. I told him that if he wanted to, he could eat the grapes in a bowl that I had placed on an end table by the day bed. He reached for them and began to eat some. I also told him when he needed a break just to let me know we could take 10 minutes. He could use the robe I had placed on the same end table so he could feel more comfortable during any breaks. “What are we listening to?” he asked. “Have you ever heard of Beethoven?” I asked him. “Actually yes, when I was a kid my parents took me to go see a movie about his life. I have to be honest I fell asleep during the movie.” He replied laughing. “What a shame, well in my opinion he's one of the greatest composers of music ever.” I said. He ate another grape. “What is this piece called?” He asked. I replied, “Piano Concerto No. 5 also known as The Emperor.” He told me that he wasn't a fan of classical music, but that this was really nice. About 30 minutes passed of mindless chit chat. When he asked how old I was? Forty seven I'm forty seven. He then asked if I had always been gay, and I said since the doctor delivering me slapped my ass, and I laughed instead of cried. He looked at me with a confused look on his face and slightly chuckled. I later learned that they didn't slap babies in the ass anymore so he had no idea what the hell I was talking about. “I've got to go and get rid of the beer,” he said.

I told him the bathroom was down hall to the right. He got off the bed, quickly grabbed the robe putting it on, and stretched a bit. He then walked to the bathroom. When he came back I told him I was getting a headache. That we would have to continue at another time. He said day after tomorrow, same time? I agreed. He began to put his clothes back on when I went to go, and grab a contract my lawyer had written up for me. He was fully dressed when I came back. “Troy, there's something I would like for you to sign it's a very simple contract stating that you will complete the work, and that the work will never be shown to anyone. Please read it, as I said it's not that long .” He read it quickly and didn't even hesitate to sign. As he did so I asked, “Have you always been gay?” He looked up at me surprised by my question. “How did you know, what gave it away?” He asked. I told him that I didn't really know I just had a hunch.

He smiled at me, “Goodbye Sebastian until the next time,” he said as he walked out the front door.

 

[Craiger]

Good to have you back writing, bobeboi. This new story is very intriguing and I like it's beginning. Sebastian has quite a psychic sense in figuring out Troy's gay side. I'm sure Troy will be much more comfortable at the next session. Looking forward to the next chapter.

Craiger

 

[ronboy]

It's a great start.
Sir Ron is hooked!

 

[Autolycus]

Thanks for the second chapter - things are getting really interesting now that Sebastian has admitted to being gay

 

[bobeeboi3767]

THIRD CHAPTER

Troy continued coming to his posing sessions at first it was every other day then he would show up every day. I was surprised, that he never once asked to see the work in progress. Instead during those times he would come in and remove his clothes without any hesitation anymore. He would lie on the day bed, look up at me, and start talking about everything and anything that would pop in his head. It was the fifth visit that changed our dynamic. As I said by the third visit he had no hesitation in removing his clothes, and assuming the position. This day was no different, except for his demeanour. “Do you listen to anything other than classical music?” he asked abruptly over the sound of Beethoven's seventh symphony. “As I get older, no I do not.” I told him. He went on, and asked if I had ever been fun. “You are the most boring gay man I have ever met,” he declared. “I mean you're still hot for an older dude, you have that DILF thing going on,” he said. I stared at him confused by the remark. He could tell I was unaware of what exactly “Dilf” meant. He said, “Dads I Like to Fuck. That it meant Dads I Like To Fuck.” I said shouldn't it “DILTF?” He looked at me with his eyebrows raised. “You can't pronounce that.”

“Did you ever go out, and party, did you fool around, or were you the more one guy kind of a man?” he kept probing wanting to know more about me. I would have been annoyed if it was anyone else, but because it was him I was in a state of bliss inside. Outwardly he could not see this. “Why all of sudden the interest in my life?” I inquired. He said it was just to pass the time. That he could get impatient. I decided to let him know some things. “Yes I was a lot of fun at one time; I would go to the clubs at least three or four times a week. I'd like to start the night with some lines of coke, and then drink myself silly while I danced all night. I was not monogamous. I was about as far from that as you can get. I've never had a sexual disease. and I've never been in love I've always thought it was a waste of time. My rational was what if the true love of my life passes me by; because I settled for someone I thought was the one.” He stared at me intently listening to every word. Here I was trying to do three things at the same time control my erection, talk to him, and paint.

“So you've never been in love?” he asked. I thought out of all that I had mentioned. He asked me about love. I told him whenever I started to have feelings for the person I would end the relationship. He sat up “Can we take a break?” he asked never taking his eyes off of me. I agreed. He did not bother to use the robe to cover himself. He sat there, and I had to control every emotion telling me to run over and service him. “So what's your story?” I asked. “Not that you would have much considering you're only.... how old again… Twenty one?” He looked at me perturbed by my remark I could tell by his facial expression.

“I may be young, but I had my first sexual experience at eighteen with a forty year old man. I go out, not too often it's not really my scene. I've tried pot, and I drink the occasional cocktail. I have been in love. He broke my heart.” My knees were going to buckle I just it knew it, but nothing could prepare me for what came next.


“He broke my heart, he cheated on me with somebody younger, he was of course older than me forty three.” He stands his penis is becoming erect as he begins to walk to me. “As a matter of fact I prefer a mature man for a lover over a younger man. Young men are selfish lovers.” By the time he is standing in front of me he is fully erect, and I could see a drop of pre-cum oozing out. He reaches for my cock which betrays my true feelings. I push his hand away. “What's wrong, don't act like this isn't what you've wanted. You think I didn't notice you stalking me at work all those days. I use to say to myself when is he going to make his move. It took you long enough.” He exclaimed arrogantly. “I don't fuck the models,” I said. “Well your mouth might be uttering those words, but your dick is saying something else altogether,” he said as he grabbed my penis again. I was harder than I had ever been, or at least it seemed that way. I quickly removed my shirt tossing it on the floor. I went forward, and with both hands grabbed the back of his head to bring his lips to mine. We kissed passionately for what seemed like an eternity.

He began to unzip my pants they fell to the floor around my ankles I walked out of them, and my penis rigid, stood there for him to see. I was blessed you could say. I'll never forget what he said next. “Hey, Seabiscuit.” I wanted to laugh instead I think I blushed. We continued to make out passionately slowing inching our way to backwards to the day bed. The feel of our dicks rubbing against each other was almost too much too bear. We found the day bed he leaned back on it, and I on top of him his legs opening to accommodate me. I ravaged him, his neck, his ears, his chest, and his cock slowly going down the shaft with my hungry mouth. I watched as he squirmed under my touch, I continued to service his dick, but what I wanted most was his ass in my face. I gently licked his balls as I went for my prize. My tongue gently rested on his hole, he moaned out load. He grabbed his legs to lift them higher so I could have complete access to him. I encircled his sweet hole with my tongue several times; before I plunged it deep within him. He moaned even louder, and without warning, shot off a hands free load that covered him in his own cum. His right leg twitching uncontrollably. He lowered his legs gently while I lay on top of him licking the cum off his body. When he asked me If I wanted to fuck him? I looked at him and without saying a word to him he knew the answer he leaned to my ear and whispered “Go get a condom.” I jumped so fast off the day bed that I thought I might have hurt my ankle, luckily I didn't I came back with the condom , and soon we right there again.

I unrolled the condom on my penis. I rested my dick against his hole which was lubricated with his sweat, my sweat, my spit. I gently pushed my fat head into his waiting hole. I could feel the tightness of his sphincter encircle my shaft as I made my way inside him slowly. He tensed for a second, and I could tell it was hurting him I comforted him by stopping halfway, and giving him tender kisses all over his neck and ears. While all the time caressing his dick with my other free hand. When I sensed he was comfortable again I pushed further in until I was completely inside of him. I did nothing for a second. Then once again I caressed his neck and ears with my tongue, and I then began to masturbate him. When he began to moan I knew my dick had found his prostate, so slowly I pulled out, and then back in this went on for what seemed like a wonderful eternity. When he positioned his ass so that it would get the most penetration I knew then he was ready. My thrusts became quicker and longer until we were banging so hard I thought that stupid day bed was going to collapse. Faster and faster we went until we stopped and looked at each other in the eyes, as his cum flew past my head, and my condom covered dick came deep inside of him. I collapsed on top of him having never felt such pleasure.

As we lay there pressed against each other enjoying the soothing after feeling of great sex. He said, “That was pretty good old man” I looked up at him, “Oh was it?” I asked sarcastically, He then asked “Can you answer me one question, why is it that every older guy I go out with wants to fuck me and eat me out?” Well I wasn't going to have any of this. I got up, took his hand “No, what?” he asked puzzled by my actions. “Come with me” I said. He got up from the day bed I held onto his hand tightly to reassure him everything was alright. I led him into the living room where I have a full length mirror. I stood him in front of it with his back to it. “Turn your head Troy, and tell me what you see?” I asked him. “My ass” he replied. “Yes it is your ass, but to me it's a work of art, and I'm sure that's the reason men want it, also they like what's attached to it I'm sure, I know I do. Do you not like being a bottom?” I asked. “No, of course I do it's just strange that's all” I looked at him “Strange? huh boy look at your ass it's so fucking hot, and perfect. I can't believe you do something as disgusting as shit out of it.”

He laughed out loud and wrapped his arms around me. “What now” he asked. I said that I was going show him my bedroom. He smiled “Dirty old man” he said. I gave him a look that said you don't know the half of it. “What about the painting, is it going to be awkward for you now to finish the painting?” he asked. “I finished yesterday” I said laughing. “You sneaky fucker” he said, as we went inside my bedroom and went at it again, and again, before it was all over.

EIGHT MONTHS LATER​

Well, Troy and I fell in love within four months. I then told him about my inheritance at first he was upset, because I lied. Then he understood why. We decided to move in together after eight months. I didn't die that year like I thought I was going to instead I was given a second life, and I was going to make the most of it.

END

 

[ronboy]

That was a good story.
Sir Ron thoroughly enjoyed it!

 

[Craiger]

What a great story and final chapter, bobeeboi. Just when we think life is too short and coming to an end, a miracle seems to happen and life truly does go on. Perhaps it will happen to all of us. What a wonderful dream.

Craiger

 

[bobeeboi3767]

Thank you all so much

 

[Autolycus]

A great story - maybe you could give us another before too long!