was ten, where I learned about cars."

"Really. Jake, right? I have my cars taken there. So, how do you make a living?"

"Wait tables, haha. I am a struggling artist."

"Do you want to come in my truck, or follow in your car?"

"I better follow, probably leave for Cali after our date."

"I am catching you on the way out of town then?"

"Yeah, you caught me just in time." I put my hand on his, both of us leaning against his silver dodge. His penis was erect and I let my hand brush over it as I walked past to my car.

His house was not what I expected. It was an old farm house on the edge of town; Taylor place, a couple hundred years old. The floorboards creaked as I walked into the kitchen. I loved the smell of an old house, the look of it. He had it in pristine condition; full of antiques from the time period the place was built. The aroma of the pasta filled the air, and I was glad I had the chance meeting with him.

He sure could cook, and not just in the kitchen. After filling up on the best ziti I had ever had, I was lead to his bedroom. Conversation had already gotten around to ages, siblings, kids, etc. He was divorced about five years ago, after he came out. He was in his early forties. He didn’t seem to mind that I was only 27. The bed squeaked when I sat on the edge. Charles was carefully placing the antique quilt from the bed over a chair in the corner. My grandmother could have told you all the pieces in the house. I knew they were antiques, but had no clue of value or age. I appreciated them for their artistic qualities, but I really had no interest in old things.

Even old guys never really caught my eye until now. I would have never thought he was that old, his body in such good shape from farming. He only worked at the law firm part time, being bored with it. Besides, his ex-wife was his law partner, until she found out about a gay affair. They split the business up, and he put his efforts in Taylor’s farm. Josh Taylor still worked for Charles, slept in a room in the back. I went to school with Josh and suddenly wondered if Charles and Josh were involved. My mind sprang to thoughts of a threesome, and so did my cock. No, Josh was straight, I was sure. But I just had to know.

"Charles. You and Josh? You know? Hook up?"

He just laughed and never did answer my question, taking me in his arms pulling me down on the bed. He ran his finger over my eyebrows, then down my check and around my chin, before kissing me deeply. His hands went down the back of my jeans, holding my bare ass. My cock throbbed as his hands squeezed my ass cheeks, forcing the crotch of my pants tightly against my erection. I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, as I pawed at the curly gray hair on his chest. The hair on his head was thick, full, dark, and dyed, helping to hide his true age. I rested my head on his chest and my crotch over his. He was close to 6'5" and I was only 5'6", with