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Starting Again Chapter  1                         by _lennoxbear@aol.com_ 
(mailto:lennoxbear@aol.com) 
 
DISCLAIMER - the following is a story involving gay men and graphic gay  
sexual situations.  If you are offended by male to male sexual encounters,  please 
exit.
 
Sam spent the last several years living what many would consider the gay  
man's dream in San Francisco and northern California.   He had become  the 
typical gay daddy at 45 sporting short buzzed dark hair, a thick moustache  and 
goatee and bright green eyes. Hours spent at the gym had layered his 6'2"  frame 
with thick lean muscle. The years of playing football had made him one of  the 
more competitive gymrats and he wore it well.  Despite the heads that  would 
turn when he entered a room, he gave little sign of attitude or ego.
 
But as his conversations with his parents back home in Pennsylvania turned  
more to their adjustments of getting older. He began to think it was time to  
return.  He had lucked out and kept a good tech job while many had lost  
theirs. It allowed him to live a pretty good life style in a rather expensive  city. 
 His roommate of five years wasn't happy to hear he was putting his  house up 
for sale and leaving.  Having Thad as a roomie had made the  mortgage much 
easier. Not to mention they shared the same taste in men and spent  many nights 
together looking for a bottom to serve their needs. Now Thad was  panicked 
about where he could go.  
 
"Oh man, shit, you sure I can't change your mind?  I mean I'm willing  to 
even be a permanent bottom boy for you to keep you here.  You're like my  best 
mate of all time."
 
Sam slid is thick arms around the beefy man and sighed.  "A guy  couldn't ask 
for a better bud and bar mate, but I really think it's time for me  to leave."
 
Thad pulled Sam's hands down to his hard butt and flexed. "Think about  it.  
You could be fucking this prime meat everyday."  He slid his hand  up to Sam's 
hard nip and squeezed.  Sam moaned.
 
"No fair." He hugged his best friend close and nipped his neck.  "The  sex 
would be hot but I have to think about my family."  He dropped his arms  and 
flopped onto the big stuffed sofa.  "My parents need help and my  brother can't 
handle it alone.  And well."  He watched the handsome  man slide into an easy 
chair across from him. "I got an offer to teach and do  research at one of the 
universities, it's really a deal I can't pass."
 
"I know.  I'm sure your parents would appreciate you're being  there.  Man 
I'm really gonna miss ya."
 
"Hey, I'm advertising the house comes with a tenant, that might help.   And 
it's not like I can't come to visit.  I'll do whatever I can to get  back for 
Folsum and Dore Alley."
 
Thad idly played with a furry nip peeking out from under his tank.   "So 
what's the time frame?"
 
"I have 45 days to get back.  The university is providing me with a  
temporary apartment until I can find a place.  The house is listed.   I'll sell 
whatever furniture I can with it, maybe give some stuff away, and  decide what gets 
moved back."
 
Thad whistled.  "45 days, huh?  Guess we better get  started."  He stood up 
and dropped his jeans.
 
"What're you doing?"
 
"I'm getting naked so you can fuck my tight ass."
 
"Thad!"
 
"Bud, we've worked out together for years, gone camping, vacationed, shared  
bathrooms and tricks, threesomes, foursomes and numbers I can't remember. I  
ain't letting you leave without plowing me senseless."  He kicked off his  
shoes, peeled off the tank and offered his naked muscular body to his  friend.  
"Please. Your face says no, but your dick says, let me in." The  two beefy 
friends embraced and Thad slid slowly to the floor.
 
Thad helped Sam get his life packed for the return to Pittsburgh over the  
next forty-five days when they weren't fucking like lovesick kids.  Sam  lucked 
out and sold his house to two guys he had met at a fundraiser a few  months 
prior. They gladly welcomed Thad as a tenant, especially when they caught  sight 
of him naked running from the bathroom one visit.  The one buyer was  
definitely looking forward to two live-in daddies.
 
Sam and Thad hugged and cried at the airport as Sam waited to depart.   "You 
better plan to come visit for the holidays.  I hope to have a place by  then.  
You can help me shop."
 
"Gee, I don't know dude, won't it be cold?"
 
"Not in my bed."  The two hugged again and Thad watched as Sam filed  down 
the walkway and onto the plane.  A few minutes later, Sam squeezed his  big 6'2" 
frame into the seat and watched SF disappear into the fog.  The  flight 
attendant had watched the thick muscular man navigate the aisle and try  to get 
comfortable in the narrow seat.
 
"The flight isn't full until we get to Chicago so you'll probably be able  to 
relax for the first part of the flight.  Anything I can get you?"
 
"Just coffee."  Sam smiled at the handsome young man whose own  muscular body 
was testing the seams of his uniform.  He watched the beefy  butt and 
fidgeted to keep his dick from cramping in his jeans.  The older  businessman at the 
window seat glanced at Sam's expansive chest in the tight  T-shirt.
 
"Heading for Chicago?"
 
"Um, no going back to Pittsburgh."
 
"Oh, too bad.  You'd enjoy Chicago."  He turned back to his paper  before Sam 
could respond.  Sam laughed to himself and flexed his  chest.  He wondered if 
the old guy had ever done IML.
 
The layover in Chicago was short and efficient. An hour and a half later he  
was heading to baggage claim in the Pittsburgh airport.  The flight  attendant 
who had done such an excellent job was a few minutes behind him as he  
watched for his bags.
 
"So are you here on business?"  The young man was practically drooling  as he 
now got to see Sam standing before him up close and personal.
 
"No, actually, I'm moving back."
 
"To Pittsburgh?  From San Francisco?  You gotta be  kidding?"
 
"Well, no.  My family is here, my parents could use some help as they  get 
older and I got a great job offer.  I realize it ain't the center of  the gay 
universe but, well, I never connected with the love of my life in  California, 
so who knows, maybe I'll get lucky."
 
"You could get lucky in my hotel room."  The man watched as Sam's  green eyes 
clouded over.
 
"Sorry, gotta get to my apartment, get unpacked and start thinking about my  
new life."  
 
"You don't know what you're missing."
 
Sam thought about Thad's beautiful butt and sighed.  "Yeah, I  do.  Sorry 
buddy."  He loaded the last of his bags onto the cart and  headed for car rental. 
 The attendant didn't seem too worse for the  rejection as he later walked 
past with another daddy type carrying an overnight  bag.
 
Sam steered the big Chrysler 300 into traffic and headed for the east side  
of town.  He stood before his temporary apartment building and froze for a  
minute.  It was a warm August evening. People were bustling all around in  the 
busy neighbourhood but Sam felt totally alone.  The apartment was  bright and 
roomy and the university had done a great job of arranging the few  furniture 
items he had had shipped back east.  Thad would be shipping the  rest of his 
belongings when he found a new place.  He glanced at his  watch.  Thad would be 
at work, he'd call later.
 
The university had left a folder of local auto dealers and real estate  
listings.  How thoughtful.  He hadn't really needed to own a car in  SF, but he may 
need one depending on where he ended up in Pittsburgh.  A  quick call to his 
parents' got the answering machine.  He watched a jogger  run down the 
neighbourhood street and decided that was exactly what he needed to  get his mind off 
of feeling let down.  A few minutes later he was testing  his memory about 
Pittsburgh street layout as he maneuvered through traffic in  his runner's 
shorts and tank.  An hour later he stood shirtless, chest  heaving and sweaty in 
front of his building.  Sweat dripped from his hairy  chest as a young woman 
scurried past him into the lobby.  She didn't hold  the elevator.  Oh well, it 
was only one flight of stairs to his  apartment.  
 
A quick shower revived him.  He was glad he had remembered to pack at  least 
one towel that he wrapped low across his waist.  The large windows in  his 
kitchen looked into the adjoining building as he caught sight of two men  
watching him from their kitchen.  They seemed to approve so he dropped the  towel.  
He had nothing about which to be shy.  As his neighbours  watched his thick 
naked body, he realized his kitchen was also bare.  Time  for a quick shopping 
trip which unfortunately meant driving.  Oh well,  maybe his parents would be 
home.
 
Sam pulled on his snug jeans with a clean T, baseball cap and  sandals.  As 
he slid into the 300 he remembered how much he loved summer  evenings, opened 
the sunroof and lowered the windows.  He was almost to his  parents when his 
cell rang and his dad's booming voice greeted him.
 
"Sammy, how's it being back in the 'burgh?"
 
"So far so good dad.  I'm heading out to do some grocery shopping and  to 
pick up some other supplies.  What're you and mom doing for  dinner?"
 
"Uh well, we have a night out with some folks at the symphony, sorry.   We 
can try for tomorrow.  You can try calling your brother Dave but I think  he was 
heading to watch the football team practice at the high school.   Hey, Sammy, 
good to have you home, gotta run.  We don't want to get stuck  in tunnel 
traffic on the way into town. Call ya in the morning."  
 
"Dad?  Dad?"  Sam tossed the phone onto the seat.  "Great  now what?  My 
first night home and my family is busy. Shit."  He sped  past the first exit to 
the shopping area he knew near his folks and shook his  head.  "Oh great, wonder 
what shopping is like at the next exit?"  A  few minutes later he spied a 
ubiquitous Starbucks and made a quick left.   The girl behind the counter stared 
at his big pecs as she explained there was a  grocery store and Target just a 
couple of minutes away.  He heard her ask  one of the other girls if they had 
seen his butt as he walked out.  Not bad  for an old man.
 
A quick trip to Target half filled the Chrysler's square trunk with new  home 
essentials.  The clerks seemed to also appreciate the beefy man.   The 
grocery store was busy for a Friday evening.  There were a few guys  milling around 
who looked like they had just come from the gym in shorts and  t-shirts.  He 
realized how horny he was when he felt his dick stretching in  his jeans.  
"Concentrate man, don't spring wood now."   Sam stood  at the fish counter of the 
large cavernous store, glanced down the endless  aisles, and sighed.
 
"Could I help you find something sir?"
 
Sam turned to face a young blond man in a store pullover and smiled.   The 
young man was lean and muscular with the brightest blue eyes Sam had seen in  a 
long time. "Yes, well, um Joe is it?" Reading the man's nametag. "I have an  
empty apartment and need to get a few things so I won't starve but this is the  
first time I've ever been in here."
 
"Oh no problem sir." The woman behind the fish counter chirped up.   "Here's 
a store map, help you find everything you need.  Hey Joe, you on  manager duty 
tonight?  We got a cooler acting up in the back, can you call  in the repair."
 
"Yeah, I am, will do."  He looked back at Sam looking at the  map.  Sam 
looked at the hard nips under the young guy's shirt and felt his  dick harden a bit 
more.  "Anything else I could help you find?"
 
"Uh no, no.  Coffee is the first thing I see nearby." 
 
"Yes, sir, right down this aisle."  Joe moved past a few steps and Sam  
gulped at the perfect butt.  "Don't hesitate to look for me if you need  anything.  
I'll go call the cooler guys now Sarah.  Have a good  evening sir."
 
Eighty-five dollars later Sam sat in the car and adjusted his throbbing  
dick.  He was horny as hell and the last thing he needed his a beefy blond  hunk 
with a fuckable butt making his dick go hard in a grocery store.  He  made a 
mental note to remember to shop this store again in the evening if need  be.  At 
least it would be good jack-off material.
 
He lugged his purchases up to his apartment in three trips, stripped down  to 
his underwear and began the sorting out process.  It was nearly 8:30  when he 
finally flopped into the familiar overstuffed armchair and began to eat  
dinner.  He went over the real estate listings twice to be sure he was  seeing 
prices correctly.  Wow, this was way cheaper than San  Francisco.  His brother's 
phone call brought him our of his real estate  overload.
 
"Hey fuckface, how's it going being back home?"  
 
"Fine Dave, how's the football team?"
 
"Dave Jr. is going to be a better payer than either of us guy.  And,  our 
cousin Dave is on the same time and also a really nutbreaker on the  line.  Dave 
and Dave, quite a team.  You're gonna have to come to the  games with us."
 
"Yeah, I'd like that.  Hey what're you up to tomorrow?"
 
"Gotta take Dave over to his mother's.  This divorce thing really  sucks.  
But maybe we can do dinner Sunday with the folks.  You know  how mom likes to 
cook.  She'll fatten you up in no time.  I talked to  them a little while ago 
and they are expecting you to take them out to  breakfast.  Hey, keep an eye on 
dad.  He can't keep eating all the bad  crap with his heart."
 
"Huh, OK, well, I guess I'll try to be over there by 8.  Forgot to buy  
laundry detergent so I am going to run back to the store I was in tonight to get  
some.  Catch ya later shit for brains."
 
Dave laughed.  "Yeah, I gotta get the kid something to eat.  See  ya Sunday. 
Oh, and Sam, I'm glad you're home."  Sam listened to the click  and stretched. 
 He had organized the real estate listings to drive by a few  tomorrow, but 
for now, he needed some sleep.  He caught the two guys next  door watching him 
in his underwear as he cleaned up his dinner dishes.  He  made a mental note 
to find a house where he could enjoy being nude.
 
Saturday morning he walked back into the grocery store and headed for the  
corner where he remembered the detergent aisle to be.  He ended up in paper  
products watching a beefy butt in some of the tightest jeans he had seen in a  
while directing staff on stocking shelves.  This assistant manager was  older 
than the blond guy the night before and way beefier.  Sam stood out  of the way 
as one of the obvious store trainees almost ran over him with the  pallet 
cart.  
 
"Oh, watch where you're going with that thing.  Sorry sir, they're  just 
learning."
 
"S'OK, my toes are intact."  The man looking back was a gay man's wet  dream, 
thick moustache, five o'clock shadow, broad shoulders, huge pecs and  thick 
arms.  Sam's dick started to move.  "Cool T-shirt sir."   Sam glanced down at 
his own broad chest and the 'woof' embroidered on his left  tit.  "Anything I 
can help you..........find?"
 
"Laundry detergent."  Sam's dick was definitely pushing  eastward.
 
"Next aisle sir.  Hey guys, careful with the boxes.  'Scuse me  sir, gotta 
get these dudes in line."
 
Sam paid for the Tide and headed out to his car before his dick started to  
leak.  As he walked toward the Chrysler, he heard someone calling after  him.  
"Sir, you forgot something."  The assistant manager trotted  across the lot 
toward him.
 
"I did?"  Sam checked his back pocket for his wallet.  The man  handed him a 
card.  "What's this?"
 
"My number.  The name's Matt."  He shook Sam's hand with a tight  grip and 
held it a few seconds.  "I don't usually take chances like this  but, I don't 
generally see men like you in this store wearing a T like  that."  Sam watched 
the beefy butt saunter back to the door.
 
His parents will be wondering why he's late.
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