Holt didn't know what he had expected, but the house was compact and pretty, with an impeccably trimmed front yard. The neighborhood was just south of downtown and off a busy north-south artery. It was in the process of gentrifying but not all the way there.
He parked his rental car across the street and got out, his pace and heartbeat quickening as he approached the front door. How long had it been since the last time? Years, but how many? Now that he was finally about to see his love again he was torn between anticipation and trepidation. He fairly bounded up the two or three steps that led up to the modest wooden front porch and pressed the doorbell before he lost his nerve.
He didn't have to wait long before the door rattled open behind the screen. "Holt," Lee said, his face alight. "Welcome."
The next moment he was inside and gathered into strong arms. There was no doubt about the sincerity of Lee's welcome—his embrace squeezed the breath from Holt's body. At last Lee stepped back, his hands still gripping Holt's shoulders.
"I can't believe it," he said, beaming.
"Neither can I." He was breathless, not only from the hug but from seeing Lee's strong, chiseled features. He had forgotten how handsome he was. That hadn't changed, though Lee's perfectly styled hair, dark the last time they had met, was now salt and pepper. The lines etched in his countenance simply made it more distinguished.
"Just how long has it been?"
"I can't remember. Years."
"So have I gotten old and decrepit?" Lee's smile was wicked, daring him to agree.
Holt rolled his eyes. "You're a fucking hot silver dad." He didn't expect a return compliment. Lee's looks had always turned heads. Just a fact.
"Thank you. Believe it or not that means a lot." Lee gestured behind him. "You want to sit, have a drink, tour the place?"
"Maybe after. I can tell it's beautiful. I knew it would be."
Lee's clear blue eyes twinkled. "Thank you. Well, I can at least show you the bedroom now."
They headed down a short hallway and into the bedroom, as carefully furnished and decorated as the rest of the house.
"Here we are. You can put your clothes on the chair by the bed." Lee was already removing his shirt, letting it drop to the floor. He smiled as he noticed Holt watching him undress.
In his youth Lee had been a dancer, and after that a long-distance runner who ran a race every year. No surprise that he had maintained his taut, sinewy frame well past the age when most men let themselves go. Holt's breathing quickened at the sight of Lee's veined forearms, sculpted pectorals and ripped abdomen. He still went to the gym regularly himself, but no one would mistake him for a fitness model.
Lee had peeled down to a pair of colorfully patterned boxer briefs that hugged his narrow hips and muscled thighs. Holt stared at the bulge between Lee's legs. He'd have to wait just a bit longer to see what was inside that pouch again.
He was the one feeling old and decrepit. Holt quickly stripped and lay on his stomach on the large bath towel laid on the bed.
"So you'd like a massage to start?" Lee asked.
"Absolutely. It was a long plane ride."
He saw Lee's hand pick up one of two small bottles on the bedside table. In a moment warmth spread across his back and he felt the skilled pressure of strong fingers. Holt sighed and relaxed, his weight sinking into the bed.
After a while Lee clambered onto his body so that he was sitting on Holt's thighs. His friend's strokes became slower and more sensual, fingertips snaking between his butt cheeks. Lee leaned down close so that Holt felt his warm breath on his ear.
"How are you doing?"
"Wonderful," Holt murmured. His cock had hardened underneath him and he shifted to relieve the pressure. Lee must have taken that as a signal, because he lifted himself off Holt and stood at the side of the bed, his swelling crotch now directly in front of Holt's face. That was too tempting a sight. Holt reached out and hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of Lee's boxers, drawing them down slowly until the cock he had waited so long to see again suddenly sprang into view, hard and proud. Lee's erect penis was as beautiful as the rest of him, outsize on his compact frame, almost vertical, the shaft absolutely straight, veined and capped with a perfectly proportioned purplish head. His balls were large and hung just low enough. Carefully trimmed pubes revealed the veins in the skin of Lee's lower abdomen.
"Jesus," Holt said. He had it in his mouth almost before he saw it.
Lee's hand caressed his head. "Oh baby," he breathed. "It's been so long."
"Mm hmm," Holt said, his mouth full as he tasted the salt of Lee's precum. After a few moments his neck began to ache from the awkward position. He sat up on the edge of the bed, and to his surprise Lee bent and gave him a full, open-mouth kiss. Always before Holt had been the one to kiss first. Before he had a chance to wonder about this he found himself lying on his back on the bed with Lee's full weight on him, his friend still exploring his mouth ardently with lips and tongue.
Lee lifted his head and grinned into Holt's eyes. "Let me get a little more comfortable." A swift movement of his legs and a toss sent his underwear sailing across the room. Now nothing was between them.
Holt held Lee close. "After all this time you still feel familiar," he told him. "I hope that's not insulting."
Lee chuckled. "Not one bit." He moved down Holt's body, kissing as he went. The next moment Holt gasped as Lee's lips surrounded his cock. He looked down as the other man began to blow him with long strokes, grasping his balls with one hand. Lee's tongue worked its usual magic, and after a very short time Holt found himself grabbing the head bobbing up and down on his organ. "Wait," he said. "Don't want to cum now."
Lee released him. "What
do
you want?"
In answer Holt gestured at him. "Let me have yours again."
Lee raised himself and straddled Holt's chest, feeding him his cock. Holt nursed at it greedily, as if he were starving. In a way he was. For years he had lain awake at night, wishing he could hold Lee in his arms again, see his smiling face, run his hands over his hard muscles, feel the power of his runner's thighs as he drove into him. Now his dreams were finally becoming reality again and he couldn't get enough. He let his head fall back on the bed and laughed from sheer joy.
Lee smiled. "Glad to see you happy."
"I am happy. I'm with you."
Lee smiled and leaned down to kiss him again. Holt's delight was mixed with wonder. As hot as their sex had always been, his friend had never been big on affection. Something had changed.
"How else can I make you happy?" Lee murmured when they came up for air again.
Holt didn't hesitate. "Do what you do best. Fuck me with that big old dick of yours."
