One for Keith

The old gay guy over the road, saw me coming home in my jogging shorts. He's a nice enough guy, really, kind of old fashioned gay.

Me in my running shorts sure got his attention.

"What I'd give to feel that again." His eyes drifted down my body.

"Oh Keith, you flatter me." I puffed and panted on the spot. I put my hands on my knees. I could feel the burn of the run leave me slowly, as my breath came back.

"How are you?

"I'm good Keith. You?"

"Oh, I'm good really, nobody listens to my complaints anyway. The complaints of an old man."

Keith has a towel over his shoulder. He hands it to me. I take my shirt off, I know Keith would like that, that's why I did it, and I dried my chest with Keith's towel.

"You are looking fit, my boy."

I look up and smile. "Thanks."

"I haven't seen that since... well, I don't know... Ah, it feels good."

"Feels good?" I repeat, teasingly. I don't mind letting old gay guys look at me, it is kind of a service. I hope some young guy does it for me when I am Keith's age. I must add at this point that I have been called morally bankrupt on more than one occasion.

Keith pulls a joint from out of somewhere and lights it under the orange blossom right by his front gate. He hands it to me. I hand him the towel and stand in front of him just in my shorts. It is cold, but I am standing in the lukewarm honey winter sun.

"Do you know this is prolonging my life by at least a year."

"Stop. Keith." I cough on the marijuana smoke as I exhale it. "See, bad for you."

"Oh no, I mean looking at you. Now let me sup from it... oh lord of beauty." He puffs hard on the joint. "I'd like to watch you dance."

"I'm afraid my go go boy days are behind me." I did a twirl in my running shorts.

"Oh... no they are not." He hands me back the joint. My head is beginning to spin, I thought good pot... or was it the twirl?

"All those parties."

"I'd like to feel that."

"All those men."

"I'd like to take your..." My eyes and Keith's eyes connect. Keith's eyes open wide. "shorts..." He is watching me watch him, he has to finish his sentence. "down." His jaw quivered.

I hand him the joint. I wasn't expecting that. I'm cool with a bit of a perve, but I didn't expect him to come right out and say it.

I had just been propositioned straight out to take my shorts down to give a wealthy old man a thrill, one he hadn't had for years. The idea kind of appealed to me, gave me a buzz. I could feel my face burn red at the dirty thought. The stud showing his stuff. I laughed self consciously, even I could hear it. "Oh Keith... I'm embarrassed."

"No... I'm a wealthy man, I would give a lot to feel that again. Name your price?"

It just hung there between us. "Are you serious?"

"Absolutely."

I stepped over towards Keith wiping the sweat from my bare chest with my t-shirt. "And how do you think this would work, Keith."

"You'd follow me into my house, we are neighbours, there could be nothing more normal."

"Oh, I see. And then we'd be behind closed doors."

Keith looked up at me and caught my gaze. "Yes, completely private..." He looked me up and down. "I live on my own... you know."

"And what would we do behind closed doors, Keith?"

"I'd roll you a joint, maybe two. However many you'd like. We'd wait for you to feel relaxed... and, hopefully, horny from the pot."

"Pot makes me horny." I must admit, that I was a little ashamed of myself for getting a bit turned on.

"You'd explore the evidence of your... horniness. I only watch, that's all I want now a days. And you'd make an old man very happy."

He had that grin on his face when he stopped talking, that expectant idiot grin of males who think they are about to get a little booty.

It was cold and my shirt was damp when I put it back on and I almost immediately regret the tease. I smiled. "I'm flattered, Keith. But..." I was tempted, you know, it seemed like a nice thing to do. I reached out and patted Keith on the arm. "You've made my day. Thanks for the pot."

"Always lovely to see you, Josh."

I waved good bye as I walked backwards across the street.