Saturdays

CHAPTER ONE

David Andrews was a middle aged man with a great wit about him. He was a bank vice president and well established in his community. When you looked at him you got the distinct feeling he was aware of what you were thinking. This was unnerving to some, flattering to others, and to anyone interested in him romantically, it caused them to become emotionally involved almost without realizing what had happened. David was acutely aware of this and knew when someone was affected by his gaze and in what way.

Physically David was not an imposing figure unless you saw him in a bathing suit or in the nude. His eyes were light hazel with a tinge of green. His hair was very dark, black with dark brown tips. His body was well proportioned with a lean waist, strong muscular legs and arms. His shoulders were very broad and powerful. His skin was fairly pail but with some warm color not associated with pink at all, you might say his skin radiated warmth. His face and forearms were a bit darker than the rest of his body due to the outdoor work he did in his yard. The top of his shoulders were tanned dark because he sometimes mowed without a shirt on. He had a moderate amount of slightly grayish hair on his well defined, broad chest which gradually narrowed down his stomach and disappeared just below his navel. His fore arms and legs also had a fair amount of hair on them, somewhat darker than his chest hair but with the same texture, which was usually all laying in the same downward direction. His general musculature was very pronounced with deep depressions between each of the adjacent muscles. This along with the warm tone of his skin made him look wiry but at the same time he had a great deal of bulk which made him look very powerful. Intimidating to anyone who saw him without a shirt or in the nude. Men at the gym usually didn't initiate conversations with him because of his powerful presence. Interesting for a man who craved the company of other men. Interesting isn't really the right word. David found this a major deterrent in his quest to meeting other men. Conversely, anytime he met a man when he was in his suite there wasn't any sign of their having been intimidated by his appearance, on the contrary, they usually found him very attractive in a very masculine way. Consequently one rarely saw David in anything other than his suite, except, of course, at the gym or while doing yard work at home.

David's house was in an upper middle class neighborhood with a large percentage of gay residents. It was one of the older neighborhoods and most of the houses had been restored back to their early 1900īs condition. David's was one of these restoration beneficiaries. One level, three bedroom, two bath bungalow. Large rooms with high ceilings and large trim on all the doors and windows. The garage was a two car detached garage that sat on the back of the lot facing the alley. There was a large work area with a very sturdy work table on one side of the garage with a rack of tools and such on the wall above. A riding lawn mower sat in the corner next to the garage door waiting for David to start it up. This he did once a week wearing a ragged pear of cut off jeans and sometimes nothing else. His yard was encircled with a six foot privacy fence so he could mow wearing nothing if he wanted and know one would know.

David loved his home and took care of it very proudly. Anyone passing by would get a smile and friendly nod or wave if he was in the front yard. This would result, fairly often, in the passersby stopping to spend a little time talking to David about the neighborhood. Normally these people would be hetero couples but once in a while he would see gay and or lesbian couples cruise by. It was interesting to David the different reactions he got from the husbands and wives when they would stop to talk. He was usually in his cut offs while working in the front yard and when a couple would stop he would notice instantly that the wife would be trying very hard not to scan his chest and stomach with her eyes as they introduced themselves. Usually though, she would fail and this was very flattering to David, as it would be to almost anyone. Once in a while David would notice a husband do the same thing instead of their usual solid unthinking eye contact and hand shake. When one of the husbands would have trouble maintaining eye contact with him because they couldn't take their eyes off his body, David would hold the man's hand shake just a little to long and this would make the husband realize he was being obvious with his interest. David rarely new whether this "interest" was a result of a man's simple interest in working out or if he had some latent homosexual tendencies which he wasn't aware of. Either way David felt it inappropriate for a husband to act this way in front of his wife and would see to it that the man stopped his ogling. Once in a while he would meet a husband who was very interesting to look at and David would simply return the man's visual scan and see what happened. Usually the wife would pick up on this little "mutual admiration society" and terminate the conversation in short order and insist they depart at once.

One Saturday morning David was working in the front yard and a couple cruised by very slowly, noticed David and stopped. They walked up to David's yard and introduced themselves as Mark and Sheila Thompson. They were looking for a house in his neighborhood and wanted to ask a few questions. As they were introducing themselves, David noticed that Mark was an unusually attractive man in his late forties or early fifties. He had a very strong jaw with a deep curved crease on each side of his mouth and a pronounced cleft in his chin. His skin was tanned very dark and he had light blue eyes and black hair with an even distribution of gray. His nose was Grecian in form and his lips were sharp and broad. David had to break away from his gaze and intimate inspection of Mark's face because Sheila had asked if he knew of any homes similar to his currently on the market. David did indeed know of some houses for sale, David always kept abreast of the market in case he was transferred to another city. He told Sheila about several and where they could find them on their drive through the neighborhood that day. At that point, Mark asked David if he knew what the average price would be and David said he thought it would be around $85,000. This was good news for Mark and Sheila because their budget was right around the $95,000 mark. As David was telling Mark about the prices he noticed he was looking at David's chest then he noticed Mark's eyes drop to his stomach and crotch. Mark's intent gaze was emphasized by his strong features and by how he held his mouth open just slightly. After a few more pleasantries Mark and Sheila said their goodbyes and were on their way. At no time during their interchange did Sheila notice her husband's interest in David's physique.

Later that evening while listening to some jazz and sipping on white wine David's thoughts returned to his meeting with the Thompsons earlier in the morning. He remembered how severely masculine Mark had appeared and how unusual it was to meet a man of Mark's age that gave off such powerful erotic impulses. Maybe it was just him, but he knew there was something different about Mark and after noticing the thick black hair on his fore arms wondered what the hair on his chest looked like. He imagined it was similar in color to the hair on his head and tried to visualize what it would be like. That is when he noticed his testicles drawing up and his cock beginning to swell. What a wonderful feeling that was. Oh well, married men! You know how they are. David just listened to the music and drank his wine and slowly forgot about Mark Thompson. After all, he was married and probably just comparing notes on his body for future reference at the gym. A highly competitive sort he supposed.

The next Saturday David was mowing the back yard when he noticed some dust coming over the fence just next to his garage. He didn't think much of it and kept mowing. He was on his riding mower and was wearing the same cut off jeans as always. After a few minutes he noticed a hand on top of the fence where the dust had come over. He went to the gate to see what was going on and looked out. He saw Mark Thompson leaning on the fence next to his car taking a leak in the alley. Interestingly Mark was facing the gate David had opened. Mark just looked up and said "good morning". David was not listening. He was watching the stream of yellow liquid pouring out of Mark's incredibly beautiful cock. Mark said "good morning" once again but David did not respond. He just kept looking at what had to be the best looking cock he had ever seen. It was not overly large in any respect. Long without being obscene, thick without appearing too heavy with the most perfect head he ever remembered seeing. The shaft fit perfectly in the palm of Mark's hand and the head extended just beyond. Mark said "good morning David!" and this time David heard him and said "oh, good morning to you Mark!" You know you could have knocked on my door and I would have let you use my bathroom, Mark said he had indeed knocked on David's door but there was no answer. That is when he heard the mower and drove around the corner to relieve himself. Mark didn't bother to stow his cock when he was finished pissing, he just held it in his hand and carried on their conversation as if it were the most natural thing in the world. David finally asked if Mark wanted to come inside for a cool one and Mark accepted anxiously.

Mark put his cock away as he brushed by David and entered the back yard.