Robert had been hanging around the local chatroom online for a while now and was about to call it quits when a new handle showed up in the userlist. BearMuscl. Hmm. Not one to pass up a hot bear, Robert called up BearMuscl’s profile. 36, 5’11”, 195lbs, black hair, muscular build, worked out three times a week. “Woof,” Robert thought to himself.
Opening up a message window, Robert sent a ‘Howdy’ and sat back. BearMuscl was probably checking out his profile and Robert hoped he liked what he saw. 38, 5’10”, 175lbs, dark brown hair. He kept meaning to update the profile, he’d kept a beard for a while now and was moderately hairy, something of a bear himself. Yeah, he was moving out of his greenest pastures, but he could still turn heads. Unfortunately he hadn’t been getting much more lately than heads turning away.
With a chime, BearMuscl’s ‘Howdy’ showed up on Robert’s screen.
‘How’s it going? Like your profile, a lot. Thought I’d drop you a line.’
‘Thanks.’
‘Nice to see a good bear pass through the local channel. Seems like all we get here are college boys.’
‘Yeah, well, college boys aren’t my type either.’
‘Well, want to exchange images? Maybe we could get together sometime.’
‘Sure.’
Robert sent one of his nude pictures taken about month ago. His beard was trimmed nicely and he looked good. Not ripped by any means, but healthy and in shape. His hair looked good too. Truth was, he’d been using some of that Grecian Formula stuff on his hair and beard for a few years now. Some grey was showing on his jaw line and at his temples, some salt and pepper in his chest hair too. Yeah, he used it, but he’d only admit it to himself. No one else needed to know!
After a few minutes a new message showed up in Robert’s mailbox. Downloading the image he got a hard on as it rolled into view. The guy had a full head of black hair and a thick beard covering a well-defined jaw. His biceps were massive guns and looked great next to his fully defined chest and abs. The hair on his chest was spread nicely, accenting his build and not concealing a lot of it. A sparse trickle of hair ran down his washboard stomach and into the worn jeans he was wearing. Robert was disappointed he couldn’t see more, but he was glad he got what he did. This guy was hot!
‘Woof! Damn nice! Where have you been hiding, haven’t seen you around town.’
‘Thanks man, I’ve been in the city again for about a year now. Work took me away for a while.’
‘I see. So, what do you think of my picture?’
‘Handsome guy, but not really my type to be honest.’
‘Not a college boy though. Sure you wouldn’t want to meet sometime? I’d love to show your chiseled body a hot time, and I know I could.’
‘Thanks bud, but I don’t think it’ll work out. Have a good one.’
With that BearMuscl left the room and logged off.
‘Huh,’ Robert thought to himself. What the hell was he looking for then? The finest guy to show up in a long time and he had just walked away. ‘Damn.’
Robert spent the week dwelling on BearMuscl and his picture. He didn’t intend to, but it just seemed to happen that[ ]way. He kept opening his picture, hanging out online hoping he’d show up again so he’d have the chance to talk to him. But he never showed.
Friday night Robert found himself at the Backroom, a bar that was on the edge of the leather scene but really more of a neighborhood bar for the gay community. A nice cub of a kid had been talking to him for about an hour. It was a nice change of pace from hanging out with his usual crowd. The kid was saying something about going down on his cock and taking it deep when Robert caught sight of BearMuscl heading for the door. In an instant he was up and in hot pursuit.
BearMuscl moved through the crowd like the king of the jungle. His jeans were tight and Robert marveled at how his muscles rippled beneath the fabric, and how his pecs were defined in the shadows and light that played across his tight black t-shirt. This guy just exuded power and magnetism, and Robert couldn’t believe that everyone in the place wasn’t turning to follow him.
“Hey Man,” Robert called out as he got close enough to him. A few people, including BearMuscl, turned at his call. Robert ignored the others and walked over to BearMuscl. “Howdy man, it’s Robert, Hot716 from online…”
“Yeah, how’s it going?” he growled in response. “I’m Dwayne, but I was just heading out.”
“You sure? I’d be glad to buy you a beer.”
“No thanks man, this isn’t really my scene and I have to get up early tomorrow.”
“Okay, let me walk you to your car then.” Robert followed Dwayne down the stairs and into the parking lot, but received just a stony silence.
“See ya,” was all Dwayne said as he got in his truck and pulled away.
“Okay,” Robert though to himself. Guess he’s just not going to hit it off with this guy.
Turning back around he wandered towards the bar lost in a daydream. What would it be like to be in the cab of that truck right now with Dwayne? Sitting so close he could feel the heat coming off of that incredible body. One hand massaging Dwayne’s crotch, the other under that tight black T-shirt rubbing across that tight stomach of his. Then pulled over under the shadow of some trees, Dwayne’s belt undone, his fly open, giving Robert a deep kiss-
“Hey Robert, do ya want anything?”
With a start he came back to his senses. Jay, the bartender, was staring at him from across the counter.
“Glad you decided to join us. Who were you jerkin’ off to?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“C’mon, you had that hungry look on your face staring off like’s you was. I bet it was that Dwayne guy you followed out the door, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, but no luck there tonight.”
“Well, you’re not much his type really.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well for one he’s not into smokers,” Jay said, glancing down at the cigarette Robert had idly lit without even really thinking about it after he came out of his reverie. “And besides, he likes the bigger guys, hefty with a nice gut on ’em. A little older too.”
“So he likes a daddy bear type huh?”
“Well, no-”
“Hey stud, thought I’d lost you for a moment there,” interrupted the kid he’d been talking to earlier. “If you’re heading out I’m sure we could find some fun elsewhere.”
“Not tonight guy. I’m out of here.” With a wave to Jay he headed out to the parking lot again.
So Dwayne wants a daddy bear huh? That could be arranged. Taking a last draw off his cigarette he looked at it and then ground it out on the sidewalk. As he walked along the rail surrounding the parking lot he pulled out the pack of cigarettes in his pocket and tossed them into a garbage barrel.
Robert was at the computer again. He’d just given a howdy and had some idle chat with Dwayne online. He’d been keeping in touch over the past few months, just the casual contact of online acquaintance. Even though he still wanted Dwayne he wasn’t being too active in his pursuit, not just yet. Didn’t want to scare him off by being too aggressive.
Leaning forward to grab his beer by the monitor he was bumped back by his gut hitting the edge of the desk. He smiled and pulled himself up in the chair so he could reach the bottle. He’d beefed up some over the past few months and he was surprised how much he liked it. He’d been so concerned all these years with his weight, going out in the bar scene and all. It was kind of nice to not be so worried anymore. Of course knowing that it would be more attractive to Dwayne helped motivate him and not worry so much too. He knew he looked good to the one guy that mattered.
Pulling himself out of the chair he decided to go down and grab another beer from the fridge. Lots of beer had helped pack on the pounds, so had a lot of pizza, a lot of pasta, and a lot of everything in general! He discovered a whole new appetite after letting himself go. Now that he thought about it, his family was always pretty husky with their good German and Italian roots.
Going down the stairs he could feel his gut bounce to its own rhythm. He’d gone up a pant size to a 36″ waist. His gut was a bit more prominent as well at forty-four inches. He’d softened up but carried a lot more in the gut, which was cool. Thirty or so pounds made him look more masculine, certainly more like the Daddy Bears he’d seen at the bars.
Of course he’d taken a lot of ribbing from the guys at work and all. “Packing it on huh Robert?” “You swallow a beach ball man?” He had just passed it off, telling everybody it was a combination of the winter slow down and having quit smoking.
Quitting was a bit rough at first but he stuck with it. He seemed to have enough strikes against him with Dwayne that he didn’t want one getting in the way when he could do something about it. He’d guessed all of those psychoanalysts were right about smokers being oral-centric. Since he’d given up smoking and was trying to eat more it seemed like he was always sucking on some candy or munching on something. Well, if it helped in the long run he didn’t care.
Finishing off the other beer he decided it was time to get ready for a night out. He’d been letting his beard fill in and go more natural, not shaved to neat lines on his cheeks like before. Tonight he was the Daddy Bear that Dwayne wanted and he was going to see that he got the full experience at the bar.
Trimming off the last of the colored hair at the end of his beard, Robert looked at himself in the mirror. He’d stopped using the grey cover-up in his beard about a month ago and he was surprised at how much grey there was. He hadn’t seen his natural beard for a couple of years; the grey had settled in quickly. If anything, there was more grey in his beard than brown. He wasn’t yet willing to stop coloring the hair on his head, not quite ready to see how much grey had shown up there. He was wearing his hair a little longer though, not much but enough to carry a little more rustic look.
Sweeping the hair stubble off his chest, his tits and gut jiggled at the motion. Leaning forward just a little, his gut rested on the lip of the sink. Running a hand down his gut sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine and he found his cock hardening. Yeah, Dwayne is certainly going to like this Daddy bear he thought to himself as he stepped into the shower.
Robert finally sidled up to the bar after pushing through the crowd. It was a busy night at the Backroom with some Bear event taking place. He hadn’t realized this was going to be going on, but at least he was encouraged by the “Woofs” and glances he’d gotten from some of the men as he passed through the crowd.
He had decided to wear some more down-home kind of clothes and with this event going on, he looked like he was in some kind of Bear uniform. Relaxed fit jeans with the belt done under his gut and a tight T-shirt and button-down flannel shirt showed off his new beer belly well. He’d been wearing his tan work boots for weeks to wear them down and have them look well worn and dusty. The suspenders were a last minute touch he’d put on as an impulse. Looking around the crowd he found that he must to have tapped into some subliminal fashion guidance, since suspenders seemed quite prominent.
Taking the beer he had ordered he turned and leaned back against the bar to scan the crowd. No sign of Dwayne yet. Maybe this Bear event turned him away from coming tonight. It’d be surprising though since there were more than enough Daddy Bears in the crowd.
Three beers later Robert was coming out of the restroom when he saw Dwayne leaving the bar. Jostling through the crowd he came up next to Dwayne. “Hey, how’s it going this evening?”
Dwayne stopped and turned towards Robert. “Oh, hey… Robert? Almost didn’t recognize you.”
“Yeah well, it’s been a while since we saw each other in person. Enjoying yourself this evening?”
“Yeah, a little crowded though.”
“Bears are out tonight,” Robert said, idly rubbing his gut with one hand hoping to attract Dwayne’s eye. “I bet you’re enjoying it though.”
“Uh, well, there are some nice guys.”
“Yeah, a lot of us Daddy Bears out. I’m sure there’s a lot of competition for your attentions tonight. I know I’d like to take you back to my cave for some action.”
“Well, I’m flattered but I’m here with someone.” With that Robert realized he was carrying two drinks back from the bar.
“Oh, who’s the lucky man?”
Raising a drink to avoid a passing guy he pointed towards one of the tables, “Over there.” Sitting at a table was a chubby guy, middle aged, balding, glasses.
“Oh, is he your coworker or something?”
“No, he’s a nice guy I met online. David.”
“Oh-”
“Well, I really have to be going. Nice seeing you again.” With that he pushed through the crowd. Robert watched Dwayne’s hot ass and the broad shoulders disappear into the throng.
Knocking down the empty mug on the counter Robert caught Jay eye and motioned for another.
“Thwarted again, eh?” Jay said with a smirk as he slid the beer before Robert.
“Heh, yeah I guess. What’s up with that other guy with Dwayne?”
“They’ve been in here a couple of times. Why?”
“Just curious. I thought you said he was into the Daddy Bear type?”
“No man, I tried to tell ya but you cut me off. Is that what this is all about?”
“What?”
“C’mon man, you packed on more than a few pounds in the past month and you’re looking quite the bear with that beard and that gear you’ve got on. Did you do all of this just to catch his eye?”
“Well, kinda.” “Heh, damn you really want him huh?”
“Yeah. He’s just so damned hot, but it’s more than that now. I’ve been talking with him online and stuff and he seems like a really nice guy. Not too often you run into a great looking guy who’s got a good personality to go with it.”
“I hear ya. Well, more power to ya guy. Hope it works out for you some day.”
“Thanks.”
Jay returned to tending the milling throng at the bar and Robert nursed his last beer while watching Dwayne and David through the crowd. Seemed like they got along well. Robert found himself feeling sort of jealous watching Dwayne pay so much attention to David. Seeing Dwayne rub his hand over the chubby belly of this guy or have a hand under the table probably feeling up a fat thigh just made him wonder. So this was what he was attracted to?
A couple days later Robert was driving by the neighborhood center of the local gay council when he saw that guy David getting out of a car. What did Dwayne see in this guy? Well, maybe he could find out. Pulling in to the lot he saw a sign on the door petitioning for volunteers for doing mailings tonight. Seemed like an easy way to check this guy out.
After getting past the coordinator at the door he chose a seat at David’s table. “Howdy, I’m Robert,” he said sticking out his hand.
Shaking it, the guy smiled up to him, “David. Nice to meet you.”
He seemed like a nice enough guy. After some small talk about volunteering and all that, Robert decided to broach other topics. “So, didn’t I see you the other night at the Backroom with Dwayne?”
“Yeah, you know him? He’s such a nice guy.”
“We’re acquaintances from online.”
“Oh, that’s how I met him. We just started talking one night, he said he liked my profile. We talked for a while and I sent him my picture. When he was still interested, I was in shock. I’m not exactly what most men are looking for,” he said sweeping a hand down in front of him, “So I’ve gotten used to people disappearing after seeing my image.”
“That’s cool. He does seem like a really nice guy.”
“Yeah he is. He is gorgeous too, don’t you think?”
“Yep, you’re a lucky man,” Robert replied with some disdain in his voice. David didn’t seem to catch it though since he continued on.
“He’s just so wonderful. I just never thought I’d find a man who really got into me. I mean, I’m fat, and though I don’t apologize for it and I’m happy with who I am, it’s not like I’ve got guys beating down my door.” David looked to the side and leaned forward. “And Dwayne surely knows how to show me how much he likes my body, let me tell you,” he added in a conspiratorial whisper.
“Heh, really?” Robert replied and leaned forward himself. “Like how?” he asked in a whisper of his own that brought a smile to David’s face.
“Oh, let me tell you! When he rubs his hand across my head or massages my belly it’s enough to make a man faint!”
Robert leaned back and continued folding envelopes while David went on about the pleasures of Dwayne. He could just imagine what it would be like to have someone going over his body like that. He’d be in ecstasy having a hot stud like Dwayne showing him that kind of attention.
Looking David over, Robert had to admit to being surprised he was the kind of guy Dwayne went for. After all, with his great body and nice personality, he could have anyone he wanted. David was a chubby, even fat, middle-aged guy, balding, and just kind of average. He was a nice guy and all, but nowhere near to being a stud. This is what Dwayne wanted though, and what he really got into to from the way David was going on.
Soon enough the mailings were done and the coordinator was thanking them. He walked with David out to the parking lot and waved goodbye as he pulled away.
That night at home, Robert was sitting online drinking a beer. No need to build up that gut any more, but it seemed he’d gotten used to it in the few months he’d been at it. Anyway, he needed something to distract him. By the time Dwayne logged on as BearMuscl Robert had been on for a few hours and had finished off a six-pack. Looked like Dwayne was hanging out tonight, not just jumping on to read his mail and logging off.
Robert still couldn’t believe that David was the kind of guy he went for. Maybe it was some kind of pity thing being such a nice guy. Who knows? Maybe it really was the kind of guy Dwayne went for. He decided to find out for himself.
Logging off, he went and created a new screen name for himself, BobG2831 was what he got assigned just filling in the boxes. No need to be creative there, just a one-shot deal anyway. Hopping online, he quickly filled out a profile. Nothing much…Bob, 5’10” 265lbs, grey hair, balding, clean-shaven. After checking out David and Dwayne’s profiles he pulled together some interests and information that reflected David and would probably interest Dwayne. Making sure Dwayne was in the local chat room, he pointed to that room and entered.
“Hi guys,” he typed and then sat back. A few smattering of welcomes came in but nothing from Dwayne. He chatted for a while in the room, mimicking to some extent David’s style of talking. Gradually, Dwayne joined in. Then what he had been waiting for finally happened.
With a chime a message window popped up on his screen. It was from Dwayne. “Howdy. You sound like a nice guy from the chat and what I see in your profile.”
“Thanks! How are you doing this evening?”
With his foot in the door Robert carried on conversation with Dwayne for half an hour. They talked about the weather, the city, what they did - Robert said he worked a desk job as a manager at a local company. Conversation then turned to other interests and then with some guidance from Robert they turned to more a more sensual tone. Dwayne was right along with him the whole time though and that encouraged him.
Dwayne said he was attracted to older men. Actually David, who was only a year older then Robert himself, was younger then what he ordinarily went for. Other then that, though, David seemed to be what Dwayne described as erotic and attractive. The chubby, balding man just seemed to hit him on a level other men didn’t. He had a hard time saying why, but he knew what he liked.
“So, sounds like you’re a wonderfully sensual man, Dwayne. I’m sure any man who’d catch your eye would be very lucky.”
“Well Bob, I’ve certainly had a great time chatting with you. We should get together some time for dinner and some more conversation.”
Yes! Robert thought to himself. He almost replied to the message when he realized that he wasn’t himself, literally. The guy Dwayne was talking to wasn’t Robert, and if they met in person he’d realize that right away. With all the failed attempts so far, he’d probably only alienate Dwayne entirely if he tried to meet him and explain.
“Unfortunately my work schedule makes that pretty hard. I work swing tricks at the plant, so I’m not on the same schedule as most people.”
“Oh, well let’s keep in touch then and see what comes of it. I’ve really enjoyed talking to you and look forward to doing it again, soon.”
After a few more pleasantries, Dwayne said goodbye and logged off.
That was certainly interesting, Robert thought as he sat there finishing off his now warm beer. Better than any conversation he’d had with Dwayne before. In the past if he had broached the sensual topics, Dwayne would have just logged off or changed the topic.
Over the next couple of weeks they continued to chat online, always later in the evening. “Bob” was just hanging out online before “heading in for work”. The conversations were nice and some even had a more sensual side to them. They seemed to be hitting it off and Robert even risked talking with Dwayne on the phone a few times.
He tried dropping his accent to disguise his voice. Since he was raised in the south and moved to this area as a young kid he still had a slight twang, so he tried to talk a little flatter and a little deeper then he normally did. He doubted Dwayne would recognize him, but he didn’t want to take any risks.
“I wish we had the chance to meet. I think we’d have a good time together Bob.”
“Well, you know how work can be for me. I just don’t have much time to myself.”
“Sometime it’s going to happen though. I have to admit I’d really like to see what you look like. From what you have told me you’d really turn my head.”
“Heh, thanks. I guess I should take some pictures sometime. I’m not set up for scanning them into the computer though.”
“I guess that’s another thing I’ll have to wait for then. I think it will be worth the wait though, you sound like a hot man to me.”
Laying down for the night after “leaving for work” Robert was lost in thought. Dwayne really seems to be falling for him. Now he’d gotten himself into a situation where he finally has the chance to get the man he wants but can’t because he hasn’t been honest. Robert wasn’t the chubby bald manager that Dwayne expected to see. He didn’t know what to do. It was great being able to talk to him and share some more erotic times online and on the phone, but that wouldn’t last forever. He should just cut it now before he got found out. He could never be the man Dwayne wanted him to be… or could he?
He’d already tried becoming the Daddy Bear he thought Dwayne wanted. Gaining weight for that hadn’t been too bad, but this was a lot more. Going bald and putting on another sixty pounds was quite another thing compared to a little spare tire and letting his beard go grey. This wasn’t something that he could pass off as easily with the guys at work or with his friends, either.
Dwayne was turning out to be a very erotic and attractive guy. More so than Robert had played him up in his fantasies. Was he worth it though? Now that he’d been developing this relationship with him, as limited as it was, he didn’t want to give it up. He’d gone this far, if he didn’t take it all the way the only option was to end it now. He wasn’t willing to do that.
Months passed, and Robert’s relationship with Dwayne grew online and on the phone. Robert’s weight grew as well. He’d been eating well and had stopped going to the gym, not even to walk the track.
Turns out Dwayne’s relationship with David had been fading. David was too submissive for Dwayne’s tastes and their interest in each other had dwindled. By being able to be there for him and listen to his problems, Robert felt their bond deepening. He also used every little bit of information to make sure that “Bob” remained appealing to Dwayne.
He’d been eating huge meals and making sure he kept gaining the weight. Sometimes he would give up, especially after one of his friends or a coworker would tell him how concerned they were that he was letting himself go. Was everything all right? Then he’d run into Dwayne and remember why he was doing it. Finally he decided to use some of the vacation time he’d built up over the years to take all of December and most of January off “for the holidays”.
The months had also seen him going to buy clothes more often then he ever had before. With all of his focus on putting the weight he’d gone up three pant sizes to a 42″ waist. Along with his gut and chest, his ass had widened too. Seems he had the genetics for a good husky/chub build and was filling it out well. His chest was full and barrel-like, tits soft but not hanging much, and his gut was widening and hanging well but not too flabby. His arms and thighs had filled out as well, broadening his hips and his shoulders.
His face was showing changes, too:filling out with round cheeks pushing his beard down and giving his eyes a slight squinted/smile appearance. He wasn’t sure how else his face had changed since he couldn’t tell what was from a double chin and what was from his full beard when he looked in the mirror. He’s stopped using any cover-up for the grey months ago and it turned out his hair was as grey as his beard with even some white showing at the temples. His father and uncles had greyed young, he just never realized he’d done so as well.
While he was glad to be pursuing his changes he wasn’t up to dealing with the hassle from friends,so he’d been staying home a lot more and staying online. Besides, getting around was a bit of a hassle. He should give up his little coupe and get something he would be more comfortable driving. His girth was starting to get in the way driving the cramped vehicle. In that time he had also lost the tan he’d always had and was now a fair peach/pink color.
As he got closer and closer to hitting 265, he got bolder in his conversations with Dwayne. They were certainly more sensual a lot of the time, taking conversation beyond friends to something more intimate. Robert even began to hint that maybe things would look up in the New Year and their schedules would finally synch. There’d been some changes at work. They just might be able to finally get together.
It was a good New Year’s Eve for him. After really pushing it to pack on the pounds during his time off from work, he hit 265. The New Year was going to be a new world for Robert if things worked out.
“Because I worked over the holidays they’re giving me some comp time at work.” Robert said as he talked on the phone with Dwayne early in January.
“That’s great. You really deserve it, you’ve sacrificed so much for them. Actually I was disappointed you didn’t even have any time over the holidays. I thought we’d never meet.”
“Oh, you think I’m going to waste my time off on you, do you?”
“You better give me at least a day!” Dwayne shouted into the phone, the chagrin in his voice betraying his frustration.
“Don’t worry, you’re my favorite waste of time. You can have all of me if you want to.”
“I do.”
With that, a meeting was set up for a week later. It was supposed to be after work on his last night before ‘the vacation’. Since he wouldn’t have to ‘get some sleep for work’ Dwayne insisted on meeting him at the first opportunity. They were going to meet for breakfast at a diner near the company Bob “worked for”.
It seemed like the week sped by as Robert considered how he was going to carry through with his plan. It was the afternoon before their meeting and Robert found himself staring at himself in the mirror. He was even more the Daddy Bear than he’d been before. Husky and stocky with a thick grey beard and a mane of hair. The guy he used to be was barely hinted at in the reflection. The puckish smile of his former, brown-haired self seemed lost under the new weight of his body and the dour stare that came with it.
He laid out before him the tools he’d be using to finish his transformation: hair clippers, scissors, shaving cream, a razor and a fresh pack of blades. Picking up the clippers, he reduced his beard to rough stubble. He almost cut himself on the first pass, as he pushed deep into what he thought was his beard but turned out to be his jowls. He glanced at himself looking like some wasted poet with just a mustache and stubble on a fat face under a mane of hair. Another quick swipe of the clippers and the mustache was gone as well.
The scissors were next as he cut his hair. First he trimmed the mane down roughly to a medium length. All of the colored hair was gone now and it was just a dull dark brown mixed with grey and white. With only a slight pause he cut the hair at the top of his head even shorter so he could go at it with the clippers. Any more of a pause and he might not have gone through with it. Not giving it any more thought he focused just on the task at hand and nothing else, blocking out what he was really doing.
After the clippers he rinsed his head with hot water and then spread white shaving cream across his face and the top of his head. Shaving his face first, he found it awkward. Not only hadn’t he shaved in years, but the whole shape of his face had changed and he wasn’t used to the rolls and folds he found. That was done soon enough though and after changing the blade he took broad strokes across the top of his head, shaving himself down to a smooth baldpate with a fringe of hair on the sides of his head. He did the best he could at getting it to look natural. He’d watched bald men for months trying to see how he was going to recreate nature’s work.
One last run over the hair he had left with the clippers at their longest setting, and he jumped in the shower. He took a long time rinsing the hair and letting the newly shaved areas adjust to being exposed to the hot running water. Even though he’d just done it, he had an odd mixture of shock and delight when he went to shampoo his hair starting at the top of his now smooth head.
He got out of the shower, dried off, and went down to the bedroom. Time to see how it all came together. He’d chosen to wear a rather nondescript pair of brown polyester pants and an antique white dress shirt with a brown print tie. Since he was coming from work he figured this is what he wore. On a whim, he’d picked up the cheapest clothes he could find at Wal-Mart earlier in the month. Even though it hadn’t been too long ago they were almost a bit on the tight side, but that tightness grew to feel right the more he moved in them.
He slid his feet into the leather loafers by the side of the bed as he finished dressing. The socks were hard enough to get on now that he’d put on so much weight, and he didn’t mess with shoes he couldn’t slip on and off any more. Reaching to the nightstand he passed the contacts he usually wore and grabbed the plain silver wire framed glasses he’d had made up. Grabbing the tube of Brylcreme, he squeezed some into his hands and worked it into the fringe of hair, smoothing it along the sides of his head with a comb. The scent reminded him of his grandfather as he stepped down the hall to the bathroom.
Wiping away the steam from the mirror, he shivered for a moment as he looked at himself in the mirror. So this is Bob, he thought to himself. This must be Bob because I don’t see Robert here anymore. His reflection showed a short stocky man who appeared to be in his late forties to early fifties. A thin dress shirt showing the shadow of his white undershirt beneath. The tight collar and tie pushed up his jowls and double chin. His mouth seemed small in the expanse of his clean-shaven face. Slicked back as it was, the grey in his hair was even more predominant. He seemed wider overall and the square frames of the glasses he had put on seemed to emphasize that width in his face. Glancing up, he rubbed a hand across his bald pate with a shuddering sigh. Without the mane of hair he looked shorter and squatter then he had before.
All the years before where he’d worked out, kept his weight down, camouflaged the grey in his hair he never thought he’d be looking in the mirror and seeing himself this way. Never thought that he’d be driven by desire to make himself into a whole new man. He had become a fat old man.
“This is Bob,” he said out loud, standing before the mirror. He didn’t even realize it but he had said it in the voice he used in phone conversations with Dwayne.
Still a little dazed from it all he went downstairs and grabbed a six-pack out of the fridge. He was going to need it to see this through.
Robert pulled into the parking lot of the diner a little too fast. The speed and the rise off the curb sent his gut and sagging tits jiggling as he bumped his way into the lot. He was running late. He’d spent what was left of the night drinking beer and wondering about what the hell he was doing.
Throughout the night he kept walking past mirrors in the house seeing how he looked in the reflection. Initially it was in shock and amazement he looked back at himself. As the night wore on and he filled up on more and more beer, he began to carry himself differently. He began to imagine how Bob carried himself. This older man, definitely not a looker, who lived a long and somewhat lonely life as a gay man.
While he had started to grow used to his new found bulk as he put on weight, Robert wondered what it would have been like to have always been this big. Never being able to reach things in front of you easily because of your gut. Having to take your body into account all of the time as you moved around. Never having seen your cock for years outside of a mirror reflection because you can’t look past the belly hanging in front of you.
That continued through the night until Robert was walking differently, a slower more resigned gait. Once again he moved past the mirror as he headed to the bathroom to relieve himself from all of the beer. Bob looked back at him, bags under his eyes from the lateness of the hour and the beer. The tie pulled loose and the collar button undone, the arms of his sleeves rolled back exposing his beefy forearms.
That was the last thing Robert really remembered. He must have fallen asleep in the Lazy Boy in the living room because that’s where he woke up the next morning. He barely had time to brush his teeth and lumber out the door.
As he walked from the car to the diner he realized he was pretty disheveled. Clothes wrinkled from sleeping in the chair, sleeves still rolled up, and tie undone. “Ah well,” he thought to himself, “Another tough day at the office.” He gave a low chuckle but was caught off guard by a cold feeling in his stomach as he spotted Dwayne’s truck in the parking lot.
Would he be able to pull this off? Would Dwayne see right through all of this and end up hating him? He swore he could feel sweat soaking the underarms of his shirt beneath his jacket, and the cold feeling had spread from his stomach to his entire body. Breathing shallowly he stepped into the diner and met Dwayne’s eyes right away and they felt like they were drilling right through him. Shuffling over to the table he stammered out a hello.
“Hey Bob! Glad to finally meet you,” Dwayne said as he rose from his seat to shake Robert’s hand and give him a hearty clap on the shoulder.
“Thanks. Yeah, didn’t think I was going to make it for a while. Things were pretty hectic for a while, everyone waiting until the last minute to hit me with things before I went on vacation.” Robert was surprised how easily he slipped into his story, he hadn’t even rehearsed something like that in all of his mental rambling the night before. The voice came easily too. His nerves showed, though, as he got twisted up trying to struggle out of his jacket. Tossing it into the booth, he slid into the seat. Dwayne smiled politely as Robert’s gut pushed the table away a little as he sat. As he settled himself, Robert could have sworn he caught a glimmer of excitement in Dwayne’s eyes as his gaze lingered a little too long on his belly.
“Well, let’s get our orders out of the way so we can talk some.” Dwayne insisted Robert order first. Looking over the menu Robert decided on the steak and eggs, and ordered some hot cereal and a bagel to go with it. When Dwayne just asked for more coffee and a fruit cup, Robert’s face burned a little with embarrassment. He shouldn’t have been such a pig.
While they ate they talked about the weather and Dwayne asked about how work was going for Bob. Having gotten a larger meal, Robert didn’t have to carry much of the small talk since Dwayne kept encouraging him to eat. “Don’t let it get cold on my account,” he would say.
As Robert swabbed the drippings off his plate with the last bite of his bagel, Dwayne asked him what his plans were for the rest of the day. “I hadn’t made any plans. I wanted to be sure we’d have time to talk. I have the rest of the week to rest and relax.”
“Well, not to be rude, but you do look beat. I wouldn’t want to keep you.”
“No, not at all. We’ve been waiting so long to meet I don’t want to just cut you off.”
“I’m glad. I’ve enjoyed talking with you and I’m really glad we’ve had the opportunity to finally do it face to face. You know, I’m sure we could find a more comfortable place to talk now that we’ve met. Would you be interested in going back to my place to continue this conversation?”
Would I?! Robert wanted to shout at him. “Uhm, sure. That’d be great.”
After a short debate over the bill, Robert ended up paying. “After all, I’m the one who really ate here. You shouldn’t have to foot the feed bill on this ox.” Soon after that he was in his little coupe, following Dwayne’s truck down the road.
At Dwayne’s house Robert stood by somewhat awkwardly as Dwayne hung up their coats. Turning from the coat rack, and without any warning, Dwayne pulled him into a tight bear hug. As he relaxed from the shock of the embrace he melted into Dwayne’s arms, deeply breathing in his scent. With Dwayne’s strong arms around him, Robert felt like he was in a whole new world.
“There now, I’m glad I finally got to say hello the way I wanted to,” Dwayne said as he began to pull away. Standing before him Robert smiled then jumped a little as Dwayne grabbed his belly from the sides with both hands and gave it a slight shake. “Mmmm.”
Robert gave a nervous chuckle and then followed Dwayne into the living room. Dwayne directed Robert to the couch and sat down next to him. Dwayne’s body was so warm and such a presence. He was acutely aware of every point where their bodies touched. A chubby thigh pressed against Dwayne’s leg. His gut touching Dwayne’s side. Broad shoulders nestled against each other. Robert couldn’t believe that they were sitting so close together.
“I’m really glad you took the time to fit me into your schedule Bob.”
“Oh trust me, the pleasure is all mine. Like I said, I’m all yours if you’ll have me. I don’t have any other plans.”
“Well then, why don’t I help you relax some then. First, let’s get rid of this tie.” With that, Dwayne began to loosen his tie and raise it over his head. He slowly undid the buttons of Robert’s shirt, smiling some as he had trouble with the ones pulled tight over his belly. Robert tried to shift to make it easier for him but was stopped by Dwayne’s protests. “No, no, no. Shhh, just relax. It’s no problem. I enjoy it, really.”
Shirt undone, Dwayne ran his hands down Robert’s front. He stopped to cup his breasts firmly in his hands, giving them an affectionate and sensual squeeze. Then he dragged his hands slowly and firmly down over the expanse of Robert’s belly. Even through the undershirt, Dwayne’s touch was like electricity. Robert never imagined a man’s touch could feel so good. He never imagined that he could feel anything at all through all of the fat he’d surrounded himself with, but now he realized he felt so much more than he had before. He found out just how much more as Dwayne slid his hands under his belly, pulled the undershirt out from his pants and slid his hands beneath the fabric. Robert leaned back into the couch and sighed with pleasure as Dwayne massaged his gut and kneaded his chest with his strong hands. Leaning forward, he kissed Robert’s belly and then gave it a soft lick.
Robert was amazed. He never expected it to be this good this fast. He just hoped that Dwayne wouldn’t see through his ruse. To be here, having him touching him like this, was beyond his hopes. All he knew now was that he didn’t want it to stop.
“Let’s take this upstairs so we can be a little more comfortable. Shall we?” Dwayne rose from the couch and helped Robert up with a proffered hand. As soon as he rose, Dwayne pulled Robert close, running a hand across his back and pulled him close, bending down to kiss and nibble his neck just under the ear. Robert huffed in shock and pleasure and then stumbled slightly as Dwayne turned him and guided him to the stairs.
Dwayne sat Robert down at the foot of a huge king-sized bed, removed his dress shirt, pulled the undershirt over his head, and laid him on his back. “Nice, very nice,” Dwayne murmured as he admired the hill of a belly laid out before him. “Oh yes, you’ve done a wonderful job here,” he said as he rubbed his hands over Robert’s gut, jiggling it and kneading it. Soon he knelt on the bed and straddled Robert’s chubby thighs. “Do you trust me Bob?”
All Robert could think of was Dwayne, towering above him. In a tight T-shirt that looked painted onto his muscular frame. He felt as though he could feel heat rolling down over him from this incredible man, this man with the bulging package shown against his jeans. He never wanted this to stop. “Yes, I trust you.”
Sliding forward slowly, Dwayne slid his hands up Dwayne’s arms, drawing them above his head, all the while sliding down on to Robert’s chest. Soon they were face-to-face. Dwayne’s tight muscular chest pressed against Robert’s soft chub, Dwayne pinning Robert’s hands against the bed behind his head. “Good,” he said in a deep growl and he leaned forward and gave Robert a slow, deep kiss. While Robert panted, recovering from the long kiss and his overwhelming passion, he felt something cold slip over one wrist. Before he could react he felt it on the other. He was bound by leather cuffs to the head of the bed.
“You said you trusted me. Relax. I won’t hurt you.” Sensing Robert had relaxed, Dwayne slid down so he sat on Robert’s ankles. Rubbing his gut sensually once again, Dwayne’s hands slid down and began to undo Robert’s pants and pull them off. Robert had to strain against the cuffs some to arch his back so the pants could be removed. He wasn’t sure where all of this was going, but if he said to stop he knew his now exposed raging cock would have told Dwayne that request was a lie.
Dwayne slid Robert’s legs apart and then knelt on the bed between his thick thighs. In one smooth motion he pulled his T-shirt off over his head, revealing his chiseled, hairy chest. Robert’s cock bobbed as he admired the chest he’d only seen in pictures before. Dwayne reached behind him to drop his shirt to the floor and Robert found one ankle being bound in another leather cuff, followed by one on his other leg as well.
Running his hands up his thighs and cupping Robert’s throbbing cock in his hands, Dwayne’s touch sent electric shivers through Robert’s body. Growling softly, he rubbed the head of Robert’s cock once and watched it bob in reaction, followed by an excited sigh from Robert. Then he drew his hands firmly up Robert’s inner thigh, up his abdomen, and then across his belly once again. “Mmm, yes, very nice.”
“I’m glad you like what you see,” Robert sighed out, reveling in Dwayne’s touch. This was incredible, and he shivered at the thought that this was only the beginning.
“Well, Bob,” an odd tone coming to his voice, “You’ve certainly put a lot into it.”
“Oh well, it’s taken years to perfect this physique.” Robert gave a dismissive chuckle. Dwayne’s hands disappeared off his body and Robert opened his eyes as he felt Dwayne leave the end of the bed.
Walking around the end of the bed, Dwayne sat down on the bed at Robert’s side. “Are you sure it took that long Bob? Or do you prefer Robert?”
“Heh, what do you mean?”
Laying a hand on Robert’s chest, Dwayne idly massaged a nipple. He smiled slightly when he caught sight of Robert’s cock bobbing from the pleasure. “I have caller ID, Robert and you’re listed in the phonebook. All this time of never having a chance to see you, I drove by your house one night. I saw you leaving and I recognized you.”
“I have to admit that I was enjoying our talks and I may have misjudged you. I decided not to say anything since I wanted to see where you were going to go with it all. To be honest, I never expected to actually meet Bob. When you told me you were getting the time off and wanted to meet, I was really surprised. I expected we’d meet and you’d come in and explain yourself and we’d have a laugh. When you walked in the door looking like this, I didn’t know what to think.”
Robert started to say something but Dwayne put a finger to his mouth.
“I have to say I’m flattered that you would go to such an extent to have me. As I said, I might have misjudged you, and to be honest seeing you now like this is really turning me on. You’ve done a good job making yourself into the man I desire. You’ve been a good listener. There are a few things, though, that you didn’t get quite right and we are going to take care of that. So you just relax, I won’t be gone long.”
With that he grabbed a shirt off the doorknob and left the room. As he heard Dwayne walk down the hall and downstairs, Robert considered his fate. He was still in shock that he had been discovered, but he didn’t think he was insane. That might not be a good thing though! Where was he going? He heard the downstairs door close followed by the closing of a car door. As he listened to the car pull out of the driveway his mind raced. Pulling on the cuffs he knew they weren’t going to give. He was too fat and out of shape to pull himself free. Resigned, he tried to calm his beating heart.
He didn’t have to wait long. Soon he heard a car pulling back into the driveway. The doors opened and closed and he could hear someone moving about downstairs, water running. Footsteps up the stairs and down the hall, and then Dwayne entered the room carrying a water basin and a plastic grocery bag, a towel over one shoulder.
“Now, the first thing is this,” Dwayne said as he rubbed a hand over Robert’s baldpate. A sound like sandpaper went off inside his head and he realized he had stubble from the shaved hair. He’d been in such a hurry this morning and the stubble was so fine he just didn’t notice it. As Dwayne wrung out a washcloth in the basin he continued. “The whole sensuality of a balding man is the smoothness of the skin, how it feels to the touch, how it catches the light.”
He pulled a tube from the bag but Robert couldn’t see it. As Dwayne smoothed some cream over the stubble on his head, his nostrils were assaulted by the scent of some strong chemical trying to be covered up by some horrid perfume.
“Whoo, smells bad but it’ll be worth it. While that does its work, I’ll go finish the other preparations. Be careful you don’t rub any of it around.”
There are a few things I didn’t get right and now he’s taking care of it? He’s getting rid of the stubble, but what else was he talking about? More sounds from downstairs didn’t give him any clue to what Dwayne might be up to. A few minutes after Dwayne left, his scalp begin to tingle and itch. What kind of cream is this? After what was maybe twenty minutes, Dwayne returned with a large metal bowl.
“We should be all set now.”
While Dwayne grabbed the washcloth from the basin, Robert finally found his voice. “What are you doing? Is this permanent?”
“No, it’s not permanent. There are things that could be done though if you’d like it to be permanent.”
“Like it to be permanent? What are you talking about?”
“Well, I thought you wanted to be this way. Were you going to stop looking this way at some point? Especially if we really hit it off?”
Robert hadn’t really thought about that. He never really thought this was permanent, and that he could always go back to what he looked like before whenever he wanted. Everything was about the pursuit of actually getting to meet Dwayne and to sleep with him. “I’d never really though about it.”
“Well, don’t worry about it. We will give this a try and if you decide you don’t like it, decide that you don’t want to be with me, you’re free to do what you want.”
Robert paused for but a moment, “What else did you have in mind?”
“One thing I’m surprised you didn’t pick up on was that I like my men smooth. As you said before, in your past life,” Dwayne noted with a smirk, “you’re a Daddy Bear. We’re going to do something about that. This is a sugar-based method of hair removal. A little harsher than waxing but a number of applications can lead to permanent removal of the hair. So just relax.” With that Dwayne dribbled a clear liquid down on to his chest from the pot he had brought up. As it spread across his chest the heat grew with a slow burn. Robert was about to yelp when Dwayne spread it like icing across his chest then pressed a sheet of some fabric into it.
Another patch was done lower on his chest and Robert braced himself for another dribble of the fiery gel when pain shot through his body. Dwayne stood holding a sheet of the fabric above him, one side covered with the hair that used to be across his chest. “This is going to hurt a little by the way, but it’s worth it.”
This continued until he’d been done from his neck to his toes. Dwayne assured him he wouldn’t remove the hair around his cock, but Robert couldn’t help but brace himself as he worked around his crotch.
“That wasn’t too bad was it? That’s a rhetorical question actually. This will help some.” A cool cream was spread across his chest and it soothed some of the burning he felt. “This is aloe,” Dwayne said softly as he massaged the cream into his skin.
After that had been spread across him most of the burning had subsided. “Let’s just do this and then we’ll roll you over.” With the basin at his side and a straight razor in hand Dwayne smoothed shaving cream across Robert’s face and began to shave him. “There’s something to be said for stubble sometimes, so I don’t want this to go away forever.”
That done Dwayne began spreading another cream across Robert’s smooth skin. The sensation was incredible now that the burning had passed. Dwayne’s hands passing over his body was just one of the most erotic experiences he’d ever had in his life. He never realized a smooth fat gut could be so sensual. Unfortunately this cream had a stronger perfume to it. Noticing Robert had wrinkled up his nose, Dwayne spoke up. “Unfortunately this is strong enough for a man, but made for a woman..” Dwayne rubbed some of the cream across Robert’s face and smiled a little as Robert wrinkled up his nose again in distaste.
“What is it for?” Robert asked.
“No more questions for now, just relax. Now you’re going to have to roll over so we can finish up h ere.” Undoing the cuffs on one side, Dwayne helped Robert roll over onto a sheet he’d spread next to him on the bed. Robert felt like some greased pig trying to shift his bulk over on to his stomach but seeing how Robert eyed him he didn’t really mind.
The process of removing the hair continued from the back of his neck, down his back, between his ass cheeks, and down his legs. Dwayne also finished the shoulders and his arms. The application of the two creams was repeated as well. Robert was starting to wonder what was next when Dwayne rose and left the room. He soon returned but Robert could not see what he carried.
“Just relax while I finish up here. Don’t move about or stop resting your chin on the bed. You need to keep your head up.”
Why? Robert wondered. Dwayne then massaged a gritty gel into his hair. The smell was acrid but it felt so nice having Dwayne’s strong hands massaging the back of his head and neck. To be honest it felt so good Robert didn’t even realize that he had drifted off. Dwayne’s gentle shaking brought him back to awareness again.
“Wake up sleeping beauty, time to clean up.” Dwayne raised Robert’s head first and slid the basin beneath it so he could rinse the gel out of his hair. Then stepping away to get fresh water he gave Robert a sponge bath from head to toe, front and back. The sponge was soft and silky against his freshly shorn skin. The lotions must have had something in them since he felt even smoother then he would have thought from just being shaved.
Robert thought they were done as Dwayne patted his body dry with a towel, but Dwayne reached down to the floor and pulled something else from the grocery bag. A familiar smell passed before him and then Dwayne was patting Robert’s cheeks and jowls with his hands. Brüt cologne? What was he getting to? Then Dwayne’s hands passed before his face again and he caught another familiar smell. Brylcreme, Robert realized as Dwayne massaged his head once again and smoothed his hair back.
“Now all I ask is that you keep your eyes closed until I ask you to open them.”
Robert closed his eyes and felt Dwayne removing the cuffs from his arms and legs. Dwayne then helped him sit up and rise from the bed. Even the small shifts as he moved seemed to cause cool air to swirl about his newly smooth skin. All of the excitement and nerves just combined with the coolness sending shiver down his spine and his stomach flipping. They hadn’t gone far when he heard Dwayne at his ear telling him to open his eyes.
He was shocked at the old man he saw before him. The transformation of last night paled before the look he now had. Robert had managed a facsimile of an older man before, but Dwayne had made it a reality. His head was the most striking feature. Startlingly white hair surrounded his smooth and shiny bald pate, slicked back by the Brylcreme and looking very traditional. The bleaching of the hair had taken away some of the body, but he was amazed at how much more sparse his hair looked. The smoothness of his body drew his eye next, the only hair left was the hair in his crotch and under his arms and that was white as well. Something else was different too and Robert stepped into the sunlight and looked at his hands he held up before him. Dwayne smiled as he watched Robert’s reaction.
“One of the creams I applied was one women use to fade liver spots.”
That must be why his skin looked so pink and smooth. He knew he had lost his tan over the past few months but he knew simply shaving the coverage of hair couldn’t have accounted for such a pale complexion.
In the reflection he looked from Dwayne to the new man he was. Dwayne stepped forward and put an arm around Robert’s chest from behind, fondling his chubby breast and sending another shiver down his spine with a tweak of his pink nipple. He looked closer at his face and was amazed. Even to his own eyes he could lose sight of Robert and only see Bob there before him.
“This is amazing…” he sighed.
“…And incredibly hot!” Dwayne breathed into his ear. A quick nibble on Robert’s ear startled him but Dwayne hadn’t stopped there and Robert melted as his now smooth neck was under the attention o f a hungry mouth.
Dwayne took Robert and laid him back on the bed. Robert rose up and pressed his chest against Robert’s and leaned in to kiss him but he was dissuaded and laid back down on the bed. “Just relax old man,” Dwayne said as he looked into Robert’s eyes and smiled, relishing the emotions that played across Robert’s face at that statement. “I want to explore your body and get to know Bob a bit more intimately.”
The afternoon drifted by, hours of erotic sensation and passion. He never knew such sensual intensity before. Dwayne drew sighs and moans from Robert with every touch of hands, mouth, and tongue. His smooth skin, shiny with sweat from the fervor, filled him with new sensations. Even a trickle of sweat falling down between his sagging chest and across his stomach was taut with electricity. Dwayne expertly played his body as though he was already familiar with every button to push. He brought Robert to the edge and the drew him back so many times he was delirious with it all. When his mind drifted out of the passionate haze it was but for a minute and only to hope that this wasn’t somehow all a dream.
Sweat was practically steaming off the two of them as Dwayne began to bring it all to a crescendo. Drawing Robert up to him he held him close and kissed him deeply and passionately. Robert’s breath was hot and fast as he panted from the exertion of all the frenetic action. Suddenly he drew up taught and Dwayne pulled back and stroked Robert’s cock furiously, “Yes Bob, shoot it!” Hearing his new name Bob snapped his head forward as he shot a thick load up into the air and across his chest. He saw himself in the mirror once again and only saw an old man with his cock bobbing as he shot cum across his smooth sweaty body, his skin even pinker from all the exertion of the intense hours.
Lost in reverie, he was pleasantly shocked once again by Dwayne’s touch as he ran a wide hand across his chest scooping up his hot cum and using it to lubricate his cock while he stroked. Dwayne’s cock was engorged and broad and Bob eyed it hungrily but was pushed back to lay down once again, but Dwayne’s explosion of cum soon gave him another thrill of sensation as he shot across his smooth belly. Dwayne drifted down beside him and their pleased panting soon settled down to the shallow breathing of sleep as they drifted off, exhausted from the passion of the day.
Bob woke up and had a moment’s panic when he found himself alone in the bed but the sticky aftermath of the afternoon reassured him it wasn’t all a dream. Dwayne slipped into the room and saw he had awakened. “I’ve prepared the shower for you and set out your toiletries. Why don’t you go clean up and we can go out to dinner. I don’t know about you, but after this afternoon I could eat a horse.”
The shower was fast and the water rolled off of his baby smooth skin so he dried off quickly. Among the toiletries were the Brüt cologne and the Brylcreme from before. He splashed on a bit of the cologne, not sure if it suited him, but Dwayne seemed to like it. He breathed in the scent from the Brylcreme and it brought back memories of his father. Looking in the mirror as he spread it in his hair and combed it back he realized he looked older now then any memory he had of his father. He finished quickly and walked down the hall to the bedroom.
Dwayne was dressed in tight black jeans and a tasteful black and white western styled shirt. He had just finished pulling on a pair of plain black cowboy boots as Bob stepped into the doorway. “Hey handsome,” he said as he rose and pulled him close to give him a kiss. “Get dressed so we can get going.” Looking over to the bed he saw an outfit laid out for him. He pulled on the white undershirt and white boxers that were on top as he looked at the rest of the clothes. Dark brown dress socks, slacks in a dress casual cut but of a soft brown fabric, a white short sleeved dress shirt, a thin brown tie, and a dark green button up sweater. The waist on the pants had an extra-wide support top on them and was sized to be worn across his belly, not around his waist. They made him look even shorter and stockier then he really was. Finishing dressing he checked himself out in the mirror. He looked like he had stepped out of some 1950’s sitcom and once again was overwhelmed at how much he looked like an older balding version of his father.
Dwayne seemed pleased with the wardrobe and smiled as Bob joked, “Tonight the role of Beaver Cleaver’s friendly old neighbor will be played by Bob.”
“Exactly,” was Dwayne’s only response as he took Bob’s hand and led him out to his truck. He walked him to the passenger door and opened it, giving him a hand up to help him settle into the seat. It felt a bit odd, but it was strangely reassuring and comforting to have this strong man helping him and giving him that kind of attention.
Their drive took them through the older suburbs to a restaurant called the Elmwood House. When they walked up to the hostess Bob shot Dwayne a shocked glance as he said, “Reservation for Bob Grayson and Son.” Walking to their table he looked about and saw clusters of older couples at tables and a few other younger people there with older companions.
“I thought you’d feel more comfortable here with your contemporaries. After all you certainly look the part of a stately father now enjoying his retirement.”
“What are you getting into here?” Bob finally had to ask. The situation was getting too odd for him now and even the fact it was all with Dwayne couldn’t gloss that over any more.
He must have been able to read it coming to a head in Bob’s face so Dwayne leaned forward and spoke very seriously. “I really like you Bob, I have since we really began to get to know each other in our chats. I’m flattered you changed yourself for me and incredibly aroused that you would let me take it even further. You know from our conversations that my life is more then comfortable. I would like to get to know you better and enjoy an intimacy deeper then the simple lust we shared this afternoon. I want to take care of you and let you live out this fantasy that I think we both share. I’m offering you the opportunity to ‘retire’ from your work and live out your new found golden years with me as my companion and lover.”
The silence became deafening from the thunder of the excited rush of blood through his head. Dwayne was offering himself, after all of his pursuits. After all this time he never expected that this was anything more then his own obsession gone too far. Now he could practically live a life of luxury taken care of by a man who seemed to now desire Bob as much as he desired him. Was it wise, since this seemed so born out only by the image he now portrayed? Something about Dwayne’s words and his tone told him it was deeper, or at least soon could be given the chance.
“If you think you can put up with an old codger like me,” Bob said with a grin, “I’d love to spend my years with you.”
Dwayne smiled at his response and Bob felt tears welling up and saw them reflected in Dwayne’s happy eyes. Patting the table and looking off to the side he bolstered himself and picked up the menu. “Now son, let’s get to dinner. I didn’t get a belly like this sitting at a table talking when there was a meal to be had.” As he spoke he looked from the handsome young man in the mirror to his own reflection and knew he was the happiest old man in the world.
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