Spence, who had been with A Friend Indeed for almost three years, was the employee with most seniority and was first offered new clients.
“What do you think?” Gretchen, his boss, asked. “You want this one?”
Spence considered it. “Yeah, I’ll take it, help get it all set up.”
Getting new clients acclimated to A Friend Indeed wasn’t too difficult. They were not a “home health service,” they were a companion service, a rent-a-friend, for the elderly. They were mostly single clients, but some were married couples. Nearly all of their clients were referred by family members. Some people need a little extra help around the home, or someone to run errands. A Friend Indeed was a friend who could talk and listen.
The contracts were already signed and the dates had been set. Spence read over the file: Walt Gintry, 70, widower for twenty years, former engineer, lived alone. His daughter signed him in so that someone could stop by and spend an hour with her dad every day (Monday, Wednesday, and Friday). “He sits at home, alone, all the time” his daughter, Margott, wrote in the paperwork, “I’d like to get a friend for Daddy.”
“He’s not an asshole, is he?” Spence asked.
“I don’t think so,” Gretchen said. “His daughter said he initially didn’t want us, but relented when he saw how much it meant to her. According to the daughter, her dad said it might be nice to have someone to play cards with once in a while.”
“An engineer,” Spence mused. “I hope he’s not too weird.”
Spence put the address in his GPS: 3232 Oakdale Pines. He followed the directions, but was concerned that he might get lost when he went onto a dead-end road at the end of nowhere. He soon lost control of his fear and began to whistle with surprise when he saw the destination, an immaculate two story house set amongst a forest filled with fragrant pines.
Spence took a deep breath and soaked in the tranquility of the surrounding before he answered the doorbell. The birds chirped in unison with the hum of the central unit, and the sound from the pool at the back of the house. It was so cool that his nose felt cool and his lungs were crisp.
The doorbell rang gently inside. Walt Gintry stared at him for a moment, just as the doorbell rang. The man, who was now partially bald, had gunmetal grey hair. He was medium in height with meat on his bones. His belly gathered to tighten his blue tshirt and politely overlap his waist in his green running shorts. His flip-flops enabled him to move fluidly.
“Hello, sir,” Spence said. “Mister Gintry?”
Walt looked at Walt up and down. “You selling something for school?”
Spence laughed. “No, sir, I’m Spence Collier. I’m with A Friend Indeed.”
“Oh,” the man’s features softened. “That thing my daughter signed me up for.”
“Well, I guess you should come on in.”
The house was spotless. Many homes of the solitary male had some amount of clutter, untidiness, but not Walt’s home. This wasn’t the stereotypical abode of the universal bachelor. The house was spotless, devoid of clutter, everything in its proper place with a hint of potpourri in the air complimented by the freshness of Walt’s cologne.
“Do I pay you now or what?” Walt closed the door to the June heat.
“Oh, no, sir,” Spence replied. “Your daughter has made all the arrangements, she’s taken care of everything.”
He smiled. “One less thing I got to worry with, I suppose.”
“Yes, sir. It’s all taken care of.”
“So, what do you do?” Walt led the young man into the living room. The living room was wooden paneled and furnished with a sectional sofa and recliners. The desk at the far corner was filled with magazines. The books were stored on the recessed shelves. On the wall was mounted a television, which Spence said was the largest outside an electronics store. The shelves were lined with models of World War II aircraft and they were enclosed in glass boxes. On the walls, posters of old movies were framed.
Spence looked at the room with wonder and envy. “My job is to come by three days a week and hang out with you.”
“If you can get it.”
Walt laughed. He motioned for Spence, to sit.
The young man chose the opposite side of the sofa. Walt sat on the other end of the sofa and took off his flip-flops.
“I understand why my daughter did this,” Walt said. “I do. I don’t feel I need it. I’m fine by myself. I like my solitude. Margot worries a lot, probably too much. Especially since she doesn’t get out here to visit me very often. Family and work are all she has. However, she does not hesitate to call. A lot.”
“She says you don’t go out very much.”
“Just when I need to. I don’t see good to drive at night anymore, haven’t in a long time. During the day, I have other things to do,” he laughed. “I occupy myself. I don’t like going to stores and stuff. I have groceries delivered. Whatever I need, I order online.”
“Kind of a hermit, a recluse?”
Walt smiled, sheepish. “Yeah, I reckon you could say that. After my wife died…I’ve been pretty much alone, I’ve kinda gotten used to it. I can kinda see why my daughter would rent me a friend.”
Walt sat down on the couch and extended his leg between them. His shorts shifted and allowed, from Spence’s position, a peek up Walt’s shorts. The young man could see a grey tuft of pubic hair.
Spence felt his skin warm. Spence began to scratch at his ear, trying to shift his gaze from his face. He moved on the couch and felt his blood pressure rise. His crotch began to swell.
“Well, first thing, don’t think of it as someone being paid to visit you,” Spence said. To clear his mind, he cleared his throat. “Think of it as a friend stopping by to hang out with you.”
Walt laughed. “Okay. You should call. I don’t like wearing clothes and I doubt you wanna catch me with my bat and balls swinging.”
Spence sighed. “I’ll make sure to do that.”
“I embarrassed you, I’m sorry-“
“No,” Spence laughed. He tried not to imagine the man naked, tried not to think of the fullness of the rest of Walt’s grey bush. Spence crossed his legs. “What do you like to do?”
They sat under an umbrella and drank cold sodas by the pool. Spence wasn’t allowed to drink alcohol while on the job (“Like a cop,” Walt joked), so Walt, the gracious host, drank soda, too, and smoked a cigar.
“Were you ever in the military?” Spence asked.
“No,” Walt replied. “I’ve always had a problem being told what to do. Luckily, I was never drafted for anything.” He puffed on his cigar. “Next time, bring your swim trunks, we’ll get in the pool.”
“Sure.” Spence he thought he had replied a little too much excitement.
They chatted for two hours, exchanging jokes (Walt loved a bad joke and Spence was happy that he did), and discussing different hobbies and interests. Walt enjoyed literature, history and big band music. Spence admitted to not being much of a reader and he wasn’t very familiar with big band, but he loved hiking and camping.
Walt was genuinely sad when Spence was leaving and the time was up.
“I’ll see you the day after tomorrow,” Spence told him.
“Looking forward to it.”
Spence went back to his one-bedroom apartment. Spence washed, watched Netflix, and exchanged texts with two of his work friends about different clients. At eleven-thirty, he laid in the bed and tried to sleep, but sleep didn’t come easy. He refused to let it go. He sat down, calmly listening to the music of traffic below. Thoughts and images began to creep into his head.
He thought of the day, of Walt’s house surrounded by the majesty of trees, the daylight-filled den. He thought of the book spines neatly lined on the shelves, the pleasant baritone of Walt’s voice. He saw Walt shifting on the sofa, how his shorts ruffled, saw the grey hairs of the older man’s crotch. The young man imagined running naked through the woods which surrounded his client’s house, how Walt would chase him, catch him, and wrap his arms around him. Walt would hold him firm, his hairy body pressed to Spence’s smooth flesh, pinning him to a tree in a curtain of moss.
Spence’s dick hardened. He slid his hand beneath his sleep pants, down his briefs as he imagined the heat from Walt’s body burning with his own. He dreamed of rubbing his face in the bed of Walt’s pubes, feeling the older man stiffen against his face before he took him whole in his mouth.
Spence moved his clothes down, and he stroked. He shook his head and threw his hands up in a steady motion, imagining Walt. As he imagined the older man firing hot loads down his throat the young man appeared with a string o grunts. As his body emptied onto his stomach, and chest, it crumpled.
For two nights in a row he jacked-off to fantasies of Walt, to the idea of them peeling each other’s clothes off, their bodies sweaty, panting as each explored the other. Spence was now in full professional mode. Spence ignored his fantasies but they were still there. He was able to work as he did before. However, he could not suppress his attraction for older men.
When he rang the doorbell, Spence had dispelled his mind’s playground. He had never “fooled around” with a client, and he would not. He wouldn’t jeopardize his job in any such way.
Walt smiled all the way to the door. His red tank top allowed his chest hair to breathe. His black sweatpants were loose and draped over his naked feet.
“Did you bring your swimming trunks?”
“What? No,” Spence replied. “I forgot them.”
Walt welcomed him in. “You’ll have to remember them on Monday.”
“I’ll set a reminder on my phone.”
“That’s how it starts,” Walt smiled. “You forget things and have to leave yourself notes. How old are you?”
“Twenty-eight,” Spence chuckled.
“Not old at all. Too young for forgetfulness.”
“Too much going on in here,” Spence tapped his head as he walked beside Walt into the den.
“You need to learn to relax.”
They laughed for three hours, drank soda and played Gin Rummy. Spence was ready to go, but his sides were already hurting.
“Can you make it nine and stay longer?” Walt asked him.
“I’ll see what I can do,” Spence said. “I’m sure I can.”
Walt clapped him on the back, ran his hand along Spence’s firm shoulder. “That sounds good. You can make it eight, if possible. It looks like you could use some pool time. Don’t forget your trunks.”
Spence raised his phone. “I set a reminder.”
“Good. If you forget, again, I’ll either throw you in fully clothed or we can swim bare assed.”
Spence smiled, but he was nervous as he tightened his pants. “I’ll see you Monday, Mr.-”
“Oh, no. What did I say?”
“Walt.” Spence waved. “Monday.”
Walt watched Spence until he was in the car, and then he started the engine. Spence started blasting cold air. Spence erection hurt against the denim jeans of his jeans.
On Saturday evening, with the sun low to the horizon, Spence’s cell phone rang. Spence looked at the phone and did a double-take.
“Hey, hello,” Walt said through the phone. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
“No, of course not.” Spence looked around his empty apartment. “What’s up? Everything okay?”
“Oh, yeah, there’s no emergency or anything.” Walt chuckled and it sent bumps of titillation over Spence’s arms. “This is silly actually…how about we forget I called.”
“How about you tell me why you called and I’ll decide if we should forget it,” Spence said.
Walt laughed again, husky. “Okay, son. I don’t want to interrupt any plans you have or anything.”
“Trust me, I have no plans,” Spence said. “I was about to microwave a frozen dinner. It’s not exactly a wild Saturday night over here.”
“Okay,” Walt said. “Well, thing is, my daughter, Margot, you know her-”
“Yeah.” Truthfully, Spence only knew her name.
“She was gonna come over tonight. I got the grill on and made some hamburgers. We were all going to hit the pool alone. But she got called away on business, had to leave for California on the spur of the moment.”
“That’s how her job is,” said Walt. “Anyway, I have the burgers ready and the beer’s cold. I’d hate for it to go to waste. So, I thought maybe you’d like to join me.”
“Oh, Walt, wow-“
“I understand if you can’t. I’m sure you have plans already. Plus, the job-”
“I’m off the clock,” Spence said, sure his smile was detectable through his voice. “And I don’t have a single thing planned.”
“So you’ll join me?”
“I’d love to.”
“That’s great,” Walt said. “Come on over. You just made an old man very happy.”
“See you soon.”
Spence got up and ran for the shower right after the call was finished. Scrubbed and cleaned, he dressed in chinos and t-shirt, grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone and was on the highway half way to Walt’s house in under thirty minutes. He took deep breaths and let his knotted nerves unravel in the lightening traffic as he left town.
He parked in the lush greenery of Walt’s driveway and smelled grilled ground beef and chlorine when he exited his car. His host opened the front door and greeted him shirtless in bright blue silky shorts. Spence ran his tongue over his lips— an involuntary reaction— as his eyes feasted on the spread of grey and white which covered the older man’s chest and stomach to match the thatches on his arms. The plugs of Walt’s nipples were hard. Once more, seeing Walt, Spence’s dick twitched, stirred.
Walt smiled big and motioned to him to come in. “Get in here. I hope you brought an appetite.”
“I did,” Spence said. Walt stood aside and the younger man entered, inhaling the crisp aroma of his elder’s scent. “I’m starving.”
Walt’s massive hand adjusted the prominent bulge behind the sheen of his shorts. His balls appeared to be the same size as apples. “Good, good.” He closed the door and led Spence to the sliding glass doors in the living room. “Off the clock and ready for a beer, I hope.”
“Thirsty as hell.”
Although the burgers were tasty, the men spoke more than they ate. They also enjoyed a few cold beers as they punctuated their statements with delicious sips. Spence listened to Walt talk about his wife, their time together in free-love communes as children, their travels after retirement, and nudist beaches.
“We had some wild times,” Walt said, sipped beer. He lit a cigar and smoked.
“It sounds like it.” Spence was enthralled by the history, enchanted by the spell the clouds of smoke cast.
“Of cOurse, Margot—” Walt laughed. “I don’t see how our daughter turned out so conservative.”
“Well, a lot of what you did took a good deal of bravery.”
Walt laughed more at this. “Bravery? Bravery had nothing to do with it.”
“Really? “Really? I’m thinking orgies and daisy chains of sweaty bodies,” Spence laughed, sipped beer. “And nudist beaches. That takes guts.” He shook his beer. “Or things a lot stronger than this.”
“You shouldn’t need liquid courage to shed inhibitions,” said Walt. “Yeah, you get the butterflies the first time, maybe even the hundredth time—”
Spence almost spit out his beer, but he had a good chuckle.
“But once you do it,” Walt continued, “once you conquer whatever fear is holding you back, you never look back. It’s just another thing. While your thing hangs out,” he coughed a laugh with his guest. He threw the empty beer bottle against the wall of the house, where it broke.
Spence leapt at the sound glass breaking. “Whoa!” He stared at the splotches of beer on the siding. He glanced at Walt and they laughed.
“Throw it!” Walt commanded him. “Throw that goddamn bottle and then we’re jumping in that goddamn pool!”
Spence’s merriment subsided. “I don’t know about that, sir. I think maybe we’ve had a little too much beer.”
Walt reached across the table and grabbed Spence’s bottle. He turned the bottle around and pointed to its label. “It’s non-alcoholic. We’ve been drinking straight-up baby piss.”
Spence threw the bottle at the wall and it broke into 100 pieces.
“Fuck yeah!” Walt pumped his fist. “Now, we swim like men!”
“I forgot my trunks,” Spence said.
“I said we swim like men.” Walt stood and kicked his chair back. He shoved his hands into his short’s waistband.
“Naked!” Spence stopped him.
“I swim naked all the time.”
Spence smiled, and stood. He stood up and kicked his chair over. “Okay.”
Walt pulled his shorts down so that they fell around his ankles. His cock was suspended like an elephant trunk from the field of gray, and he sat on his balls. They were even better than Spence could have imagined. His shorts were thrown aside, and his dick moved like a pendulum. With the movement of his legs, his testicles looked like twin wrecking balls.
Spence took off his shoes and unbuttoned them. He then slowly slipped the zipper down. He saw Walt’s cock twitch, stretch.
Walt saw his friend’s hesitation. “If you don’t want to…I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. I didn’t mean— I get carried away sometimes. Please, please forgive me.”
“Walt, no, it’s not—“ Spence stepped out of his pants and went to him. “No. I want to.” He looked into his eyes. “I want to.”
Walt put his hands on Spence’s hips and pulled him close until their lips met. His tongue darted into the young man’s mouth, parted his lips, fought the other’s tongue, danced with it. Walt took a quick breath and Spence pulled at his pulsingcock, tugging on it, and stroked it with fervent breaths.
He tore his hungry mouth free and immediately clamped his lips around Walt’s puckered nipples. Spence sucked them between his teeth, felt the man grow in his hand, felt himself grow as the older man’s hands slithered into his underwear to squeeze his ass.
“I want you to call me Daddy.”
“Daddy,” Spence breathed into his neck.
Walt’s cock stiffened to full size. He shivered and cried out to Spence.
“Say it again.”
“Daddy,” Spence moaned into his ear. Walt’s body tensed as his dick oozed clear joy.
Walt shoved the young man’s tented boxers down. Spence’s cock bobbed and nudged the other’s man leg. Walt squeezed Spence’s balls, tugged them.
Spence left his underwear behind. Walt led them to a lounger. He reclined, and Spence glided between his thighs. He nuzzled Walt’s heavy sack, licked up from his taint.
“Does Daddy like that?”
“Daddy likes it.” He grabbed two handfuls of Spence’s hair. “Clean my balls, Son.”
Spence filled his mouth with Daddy’s left nut and sucked.
“Harder,” Walt growled.
His Son wrapped his lips around the treat and did what he was instructed. Walt relaxed and clenched his fingers on the arms of the creaking lounger, lifting his hips in joy. Spence sucked harder and stroked Walt’s rock hard shaft. When he let loose of his Daddy’s big ball, Walt fell back to the seat.
Spence stroked him and was delighted by the smile that his Daddy gave, his eyes closed in euphoria.
From the base of Daddy’s cock, Spence nibbled and licked until he came to the top. He gulped down the delicious, sparkling food, and then licked it with his tongue. Finally, he opened his mouth wide and took Daddy in.
“Oh, fuck,” Walt said. He rose to meet Spence and plunged into his throat.
Spence worked with both his mouth and both of his hands on Walt. Spence laughed as Walt slapped his cheek.
“Feed me,” he said. He stroked Daddy’s cock, tongued his slit, the underside of his head.
Walt met his Son’s rhythm, thrust his hips into his jerking hands. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum,” he said, his balls constricted.
“Feed me, Daddy!”
White hot ropes erupted from Daddy’s cock and splashed himself and his Son like a burst paint can. Spence cleaned his Daddy like a dog starving. He licked cum from his hands, from Walt’s balls, sucked it from his fingers, smeared it across his mouth. He had never tasted anything quite like it and all he wanted was more cum, more of Daddy.
Walt collapsed in the chair. Spence took Walt in and sucked until his nearly six-foot-long cock fell limp in his lips. He climbed beside his Daddy to run his fingers through the chest hair.
“You taste so good.” Spence sucked Walt’s earlobe.
The elder man sat down on the large lounger and leaned forward to be with his son. He cradled an arm around him and they kissed— deep, longing. Walt grabbed Spence by the hand, and it took little maneuvering before Spence poured in a torrent.
His hand was thick with it and Daddy fed his son the entire payload. They kissed again, their lips sticky and frosted.
“I don’t think I need that companion service anymore,” said Walt.
Spence, with a smile, tweaked his Daddy’s nipple. “I don’t think you do either.”
The stars shone, the pool hummed and Walt and Spence held hands into the night.