Everything seemed to be going well for Bill. He went on a much deserved vacation to the Bahamas. He received an award from the practice for his professionalism and excellent bedside manner. But, most importantly, he started going out more; he went out on a few dates with some guys. He hadn't heard from either Walter or Jake, much to his relief. The only reason Bill didn't continue to receive--what seemed like thousands of text messages from Walter apologizing—was that Bill changed his number.
The majority of his dates were pleasant; he even connected with a few guys, but he didn't pursue any relationships. Some dates were dreadful. On one date, Bill went out with an older man –a 53 yr old bodybuilder who owned several fitness clubs. The guy was obnoxious throughout the date—constantly checking his phone, making snide comments, and talking with his mouth full. Gross! Bill was really disappointed when the guy refused to pay the bill at the restaurant, considering that the man earned more money than Bill.
If that wasn't bad enough, when they left the restaurant, the man pulled Bill into a back area and he grabbed Bill's crotch. Then he tried to stick his tongue down Bill's throat. Luckily, Bill fought the guy off and managed to get away.
Obviously, Bill didn't let that incident stop him from going out.
On a hot Summer Friday night, Bill left the gym after completing an intense workout. His muscles were already sore. And he had parked his car in a garage three blocks away. He did not have the energy to make the walk, but he had no other choice than to push himself.
As he approached his car, his phone vibrated in his pocket. It was Jarred, the guy who tried to stick his tongue down his throat.
Jarred sent several text messages: "whats up?" "sorry about last week" "u wanna go out?" "i pay this time, ok"
"Is this asshole serious" Bill sighed, as he turned his phone off and shoved it in his duffel bag.
During the drive back home, Bill thought about the audacity of Jarred to contact him after what he did. He pulled over on the road and composed a sarcastic text to Jarred, "yeah, let's go out so u can stick your tongue down my throat again in a nasty alley." Bill hit the send button.
Jarred instantly replied, "that was fun right :p"
"Is he serious?" Bill thought, then after a little reflection he wrote back: "shouldn't you be in prison :p"
"Point taken." Jarred texted back. "I am sorry, ok. C'mon let me make it up to you."
At this point Bill did not want to engage the guy any further. Jarred was indeed a weirdo. Bill considered texting back, but he realized it was pointless. So he continued on his drive home.
Later that night, when Bill finally got home, he stripped off all his clothes and stretched out on his bed. He didn't care that he was about to go to sleep naked (something he never done before); he was just too tired.
As he closed his eyes, there was a knock at the door. "Who the hell could this be?"
Bill grabbed a robe out of his closet and wrapped it around his body, then he dashed to the door. "Who is it?"
"It's the police open up!" shouted an authoritative voice.
Without looking through the keyhole, Bill quickly opened the door.
Jarred pushed his way into Bill's apartment. "You should always look through the keyhole buddy." he chuckled.
"H-How did you know where I live?" Bill demanded. "I want you out of my house!"
"It's not that hard to get someone's address you know." replied Jarred. He untied Bill's robe strap, causing Bill's robe to open exposing Bill's long and thick cock. Jarred wrapped his arms around Bill's waist. "I think we have unfinished business."
"Get off of me." Bill said, as he struggled to get away. "Now you really need to go."
Jarred was a tall, large muscular Latino man in his early fifties. He had a similar physique to that of Bill, but he was slightly stronger. Jarred had a dark olive complexion with a thick goatee and salt and pepper hair.
"Let's have a little fun" said Jarred as he kissed Bill's neck. Bill continued to try to evade Jarred, but his disadvantage was that he was quite fatigued, so he didn't have the strength to fight Jarred.
During the scuffle, Bill's robe fell off and he was rendered completely nude. Jarred spotted Bill's bedroom and forced Bill into the room. He wrestled Bill on the bed.
Jarred was still fully dressed and he had Bill flat on his back with his leg spread.
"I don't want to do this." protested Bill. "I'm not into you."
"Don't worry." snickered Jarred, as he continued to kiss Bill's neck. "I'll make you like me."
Bill could feel Jarred's erect cock, through the fabric of Jarred's jeans. This made Bill nervous.
"I won't fuck you unless you want me to." Jarred grinned, as he kissed a line from Bill's jaw down to Bill's right nipple.
"That's a relief"
"This doesn't feel quite right" said Jarred, as he raised himself off of Bill. He still kept Bill pinned at the waist. Jarred pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the ground. He was in excellent shape for a guy his age. He had a chiseled torso with six pack abs and the pecs of a god. Jarred then started to unbuckle his Jeans.
Bill managed to wiggle free and he dashed off the bed. And he made a run for the bathroom, but before Bill could close the bathroom door, Jarred forced his way into the bathroom and locked the door behind him.
Jarred was nude at this point except his jeans were at his ankles; which confused Bill as to how Jarred was able to run to the bathroom without tripping. For a moment, Bill stared at Jarred's cock which looked rather small compared to Bill's dick.
"I don't know how to make it any clearer, Jarred." said Bill. "I do not want you. You are a pig. I despise you."
"That really hurts my feelings Bill." replied Jarred. "I think once you get to know me you'd like me."
"Jarred you don't get it. You can't force yourself on someone and expect them to like you. It doesn't work that way."
Bill clenched his fists. He was ready to fight. Fatigued or not.
"You are right." said Jarred. Then he unlocked the bathroom door and walked out.
Bill followed behind him.
"I'm so sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. At the gym, guys throw themselves at me." said Jarred, as he rubbed his forehead. "I've done this to other guys and they seem to enjoy—"
"I don't give a shit what you do to other guys." Bill interrupted, as he raised his voice and maintained his fighting stance. He knew he was too weak to fight Jarred, but he knew he best let Jarred believe otherwise. Bill continued: "What you were about to do to me in that room was illegal you know."
"I am so sorry. Please don't press charges I will pay you any amount of money."
Bill rubbed the back of his neck. He knew he was crazy for what he was about to say, but he continued anyway: "The truth is...I haven't had sex in a while. I am kind of horny. I want to have sex with you, but I want it to be consensual. Don't get it twisted though. 'No means No'."
"Oh yeah." said Jarred, as he followed Bill back into the bedroom.
Bill climbed into his bed and Jarred lay next to him. They kissed passionately devouring one another's mouths. Jarred reached for Bill's large cock and he stoked it with his fist as he continued to make out with Bill. It didn't take long for Bill to get hard.
Bill broke the kiss and hoped off the bed. He grabbed Jarred's feet and yanked him to the floor.
