A Long Walk Home

"Bullshit!" I exclaimed and laughed. "I'm gonna go outside and get out of this place right now. I'll be back in a little bit." and turned walking away looking for the nearest exit.

Having been there for a while we had worked our way very close to the stage and the absolute mass of people I had to wade through to get back out wasn't helping my spinning head. I literally felt as though at any moment now that I was going to start floating up with my red button flashing. Someone had set off a small pack of fireworks several feet away and I just new at any second that I was going to be the next to implode and be swept away in the fervor of the revival spirit that seemed to be floating around and carrying me against the impetus of the crowd trying to get closer to the stage.

As I cleared the last groups and clusters of party animals the arena lights were shut off and an announcer was starting to yell into the PA system about carrying beverages in anything other than the plastic cups available at the concession stands was prohibited and that any violators caught will be removed.

Making my way out into a mezzanine area I was surprised to see only a few security guys around the many doors opened out onto the porch area. As I walked up to one of them and asked if I could step outside for a breath of fresh air he said sure and walked out with me to stand out among the flag pole area.

"I hate to ask but, can I bum a smoke from ya, man?" the uniformed guy asked me as I lit one.

"Sure." I said and shook a Pall Mall at him. "Hope you don't mind these bullets I got here."

"Man, now this is a smoke! I didn't know they still made these filterless things!" he laughed and rummaged into his shirt pocket.

Grasping his lighter he walked away thanking me and wishing me a good evening. Suddenly the brilliant shrill of Eddy's guitar being plugged into emanated from within the complex and I sat there the entire time listening to the concert. They must have played well over a dozen songs over the next hour and a half and I could not have been happier if I had been up there on the stage with them. Still tripping I noticed that it began to grow dark into the twilight of this cool clear Autumn evening. For whatever reason that I still don't understand I began to see things that seemed absolutely real.

Off in the distance the lights from the nearby mall cast a hazy glow that seemed to mesmerize me into thinking if I left this little area in front of the coliseum I would burn up so I stayed right there the entire time the band was playing.

After several more songs and a thunderous applause that lasted several minutes the band came back out for an encore and jammed into their hit, "Running with the devil"

Now there was something that was hitting close to home I felt. I could feel my heart beating faster in time with the song when out of the corner of my eye I caught the glimpse of a car moving towards the circled drive around the grassy knoll I was standing in. Pulling up to the curb the brunette I'd seen earlier was standing up and through the retracted sunroof of this beautiful pearl white Lincoln stretch that was stealthily making its way away from the event.

"Hey!" she yelled at me and waved. "Are you coming with us or what?"

As if frozen to the concrete bench I was sitting on I could only wave and nod at the nymphette. "There's no way I can." I remember saying to her, not able to move.

"Well, if you change your mind we'll be down the street dancing. Find our car waiting for us and come on in." she giggled and sat back down inside the interior.

Pulling away onto the main drive I couldn't help but notice the limo had California license plates personalized, "Dave's" as it drove away.

I'm safe for now I thought and got up to start making my way to where we parked. Suddenly it dawned on me that I had no idea of where we were parked and quite frankly I couldn't tell you to this day what kind of car I was looking for. For almost an hour I walked all around each parking lot looking for any sign of Rick or Jewell or perhaps even Roger if I could remember what he looked like.

Needless to say, I was now on foot and my faithful sled was over 50 miles away in Rick's shed. Walking away from the complex of buildings and lawns surrounding the coliseum I made my way down the street to the main highway that separated the convention center from the beach. Heading east I must have walked for an hour when I came upon a hot night club that seemed to be in high gear. Out in front was the pearl limo from the concert so with a little trepidation I decided that being as thirsty as I was, one drink wouldn't hurt.

Walking into the club after having to fork out the $10 cover charge, I immediately made my way to the bar and ordered a tall Crown and Coke. Handing the pretty bar keeper a twenty she asked if I wanted change. Looking at her very pretty face I winked and told her that the only change I needed from her was perhaps to watch her change into something more sheer and comfortable.

"Ahh, you big flirt!" she giggled. "That's the sweetest thing anybody has said to me all damn night! Your drink's on me!" she announced and handed the bill back to me.

This apparently triggered some emotions from the crowd that was sitting around me for they all raised their drinks in unison and hollered, "Cheers!"

Raising my highball I bowed to the young lady stuffed the bill into her tip decanter and turned away to go exploring within. All around folks were having a good time and yelling and dancing to the beat of some highly charged techno noise emitting from the tremendously loud but clear sound system. Making my way up the stairs a girl came stumbling down tripping on her high heels a few steps above me. Reaching out with my free hand I was able to steady her quickly by firmly wrapping my arm around her waist and impeding her fall.

"Oh thank you!" she breathed and held her hand to her heart clearly shaken by the thought of falling those few steps left in front of her. "I could almost see my life flashing before my eyes like they say when you die!" she panted looking up at me now that we were on the same level. "You must be my guardian angel." she whispered while kissing my cheek.

Releasing her and making my way up the stairs again people seemed to be making a fuss over my having saved the girl and were slapping me on the back and hollering, "Way to go, dude!"

Finally reaching the upper level I was taken by surprise to find that there were double the people up here than there was below.

"I gotta get out of here!" I said to myself and made my way back downstairs and out the front door.

No one seemed to mind that I still had my drink in my hand so I continued walking out of the parking lot and determined that I should just keep walking. I must have walked several miles when I finally finished my drink. It had started to drizzle rain by this time and as luck would have it just about the time it started to rain really hard a car pulled up along side of me with the window down.

"Hey bud!" said a man sitting behind the wheel of a really nice Jaguar. "Mind if I give you a ride and get you out of this shower we're fixing to get?"

"Man, thanks!" I said and quickly opened the door.

Sitting down in the plush interior he had started the power window on my door to close it when I asked him how far was he going.

"Going home friend." he said. "I just live a few miles from here across the bay bridge. Lucky thing I saw you or you were about to be soaked in this rain. How far are you going tonight, big man." he asked handing me a towel he had covering the armrest.

"As far as you go will be fine with me." I tried to explain as I wiped the drops that had landed on my face and arms. "Man I really appreciate the ride." I continued. "My friends and I got separated and I'm trying to make my way back home."

"Well I can take you for a little way." he said and turned up the volume on the stereo. "Hope you like this music."

Looking over at him I saw a well dressed man that must have been several years older than me but in obvious great shape. Extending my hand to him I said, "Hello, I'm Chuck."

"Well now there's a coincidence. My name's Chuck!" he smiled and grasped my hand. His hand was slightly larger than mind but had a softness to it much like a well manicured doctor would have.

"Would you like to stop at my place for a while and wait out this torrent? I assure you I'm safe and you won't be any trouble. I've got only one late appointment tomorrow so I can stay up a while if you'd like."

"I could call one of my buddies from there if you don't mind." I said out loud to myself which seemed to relieve his anxiety for the moment.

"Sure. No problem." he stated as we made our way over the bridge.

For the next several miles we rode listening to some exquisite classical music that sounded so soothing. My likes in music vary from bluegrass to hard rock but this was close to what one might hear in an elevator but it was much more intense and relaxing. Asking me if I minded if he smoked I said no and lit one along with him.

It wasn't long before he signaled and turned off of the highway onto a side street heading north away from the beach. After several blocks he turned onto another street separating several high dollar dwellings scattered among the trees and manicured lawns. Turning into a well lit and wrought iron guarded driveway, he reached up and pushed a button on the sun visor above his head causing the enormous gate directly in our path to begin sliding out of the way. Through the gate we drove behind a huge Victorian mansion and approached a four door garage complex and into the open door that was being mechanically lifted as we drove underneath it. Killing the engine and stepping out, Chuck invited me to get out and come into his home. Looking around the garage there were over a dozen vehicles parked neatly within the expanse of this building that must have been as large as a basketball court.

In front of us was a fire red '69 Corvette and in front of it was a pickup that must have been about a '49 Studebaker in immaculate condition. Way over in the corner stood three motorcycles of various design including a full dressed Harley that must have had every inch of it covered in chrome. It was beautiful sitting there with the other two custom choppers leaning towards each other several feet away. I could get to like this guy I thought to myself.

Beckoning me towards the house Chuck waited for me and we made our way through a long hall way that separated the garage from the pool house adjoining the back porch area. This place was magnificent. It was apparent that this guy was very well off and sounding a little giddy I kept telling him how great all this was.

"A guy has to have a roof over his head and there's no harm in having few toys to play with." he said and ushered me in through the sliding doors that lead into the back of the house. Leading me into the kitchen asking if coffee was fine or would I rather have something else to drink I said coffee would be great. "Make yourself at home, Chuck." he said while filling up a carafe from the sink. "I live here all alone now since my wife died a little while back.

"I'm sorry to hear about that." I said feeling sad for him.

He evidently was missing her for he looked at me then turned his attention to the wall behind me.

"There's my angel." he said pointing to a huge mural painted directly onto the wall overlooking the long dining room table.

Looking where he was pointing stood a dramatic view of a beautiful woman covered only in a very thin veil looking up seemingly beckoning above with her arms outstretched. She looked like a large and voluptuously naked goddess standing before me.

"She's beautiful." I managed to say to him as he as finished making a pot of coffee and brought a couple of cups with him.

"Come on in and make yourself comfortable." he kindly said handing my cup to me. "I hope you like this. I have it specially made."

On through the house he led me showing me things he had collected and pieces of the immaculate furniture he had strewn throughout the expanse of his home.

"Here, use this phone to call your buddy. I hope you don't mind but I'm going to go get out of this outfit I have on. I'd just left work when I saw you walking in the rain."

Calling a couple of phone numbers that I could remember of course as my luck would have it, none of them answered. I guess I could be in worse shape I thought to myself as I looked around this surreal environment and pinched myself to make sure that I wasn't dreaming, it seemed that almost every painting on all the walls was of the same beautiful woman in various poses and states of dress. Walking down another hall I walked into what appeared to be a library and upon this wall was another wall sized mural of his wife except in this one she was shown to be in the throws of passion leaning over a table while her lover was impaling her from behind with what looked to be an enormous male organ. I was amazed at the fine detail in the painting and even more taken by surprise to see that the man in the portrait looked just like my host.

"Hot isn't it?" he whispered as he quietly stood beside me.

How he entered I can't say but one moment I was alone feeling an incredibly hard erection coming on while looking at that erotic portrait and the next he was standing beside me in a long and heavily embroidered robe. I didn't give it much thought at the time but I was feeling very comfortable around this man when all of a sudden he asked me if I wanted to get comfortable.

He seemed a few inches taller than I was a few minutes ago but standing there next to me we were almost the same height. Without saying a word he turned and told me to come along and we could get comfortable. I had never given any thought to the notion that this guy might have been gay so I didn't feel at all embarrassed when he asked me if I wanted to relax in his Jacuzzi.

"That would be great I heard myself say." and watched as he entered this room that was, for lack of any other definition, a cave. I mean this place was incredible. Candles were burning all along the rough hewn stone walls and in the middle of it all was a Jacuzzi unlike any I've ever seen. It must have been large enough to comfortably hold 20 people or more. A quiet yet intensely erotic string instrument could be heard coming from all over the place. Sitting his coffee down, Chuck asked me if I needed a robe.

"Not right now." I said and sat down on a bench along a wall. "This is nice, Chuck. And you live here by yourself now?" I managed to ask.

"Yeah." he sadly whispered. "I lost my lady to cancer a couple of years ago and I just sort of made this place into a memorial to her. She was beautiful wasn't she?" he asked not waiting for an answer to his obvious question. "Sex was a very big part of our lives when she was with me but now, this place is all I have."

My heart seemed to open up a little to this man that was noticeably saddened from his loss.

"Well, do you want to hop in and get wet? I'm going in whether you want to or not." he stated and seemed to cheer up a little. "Here's to the love in our life we have to share for the little time we're here." as a toast he raised his cup to me.

Sipping from the cup he untied the belt and without flinching stepped out of his rob totally nude. Looking at him he seemed to be as a sculpted statue. It didn't seem that he had a hair anywhere on his well muscled body. Doing a double take I couldn't help but notice his cock dangling down his leg that must have been close to 10" long and slowly starting to harden as he grasped it with his hand and looked seductively towards me.

I don't know what came over me but I was incredibly turned on by this whole atmosphere. It felt like I was tingling from the tip of my toes to the follicles in my hair. Whether it was because I was still tripping or for whatever else the reason was, I did not care at the moment for I was caught up in one that I still can remember to this day in almost every little detail.

He stood there caressing his massive member and invited me into the tub by nodding over to me as he walked down the steps into the steaming water. Setting my cup down I quickly stepped out of my boots, pulled my shirt up over my head and reached for the buttons on my jeans when he asked me if I could slow down a little. He wanted to watch. Slowing down I finally released the last button and pulled down my jeans and stepped out of them grabbing my socks off with them. Now here I stood in just my bikinis sporting a woody that would make a wood pecker hungry.

"You look great." Chuck said as he had reached over close to me and actuated the tub jets with the press of a button. "I like those." he said and reached his hand out to me.

I stepped closer as he gingerly helped slip my underwear down my thighs and was surprised when my dick flipped up and hit me in the stomach. Taking them off he tossed them onto the bench and looked into my eyes with a soft sincerity that I couldn't help but be drawn too. Reaching with his hands he lightly pulled me by the hips towards him and completely engulfed my cock with his lips.

I have never had another man on me before and I'm here to tell you that this felt wonderful. Back and forth he seemed to draw every essence in my body out the head of my dick. Timidly he released me and invited me into the water alongside of him. The water was a perfect temperature and it felt all warm and invigorating as I walked into a depth that came to about my chest. It seemed so natural looking at the man there in the water in front of me. He was sitting on a submerged ledge which brought him to a height that just covered his thighs in the bubbling water. Above the water his cock was standing up like a pier at the dock all by its lonesome.

Reaching over I nervously got closer to him and lovingly touched the velvet softness of his head and was surprised in how warm it was. I could wrap my hand around the entire shaft but it filled my hand and most of my other when I slowly brought my other hand over and double fisted his hard cock.

"Your hands feel so good." he whimpered lying back enjoying the feelings I was bringing to him by gently squeezing and stroking his magnificent meat.

It felt incredibly erotic leaning over and kissing the head and slowing licking up and down this shaft that was standing erect before me. He tasted wonderful as I continued tonguing all over and under his cock. Licking his balls seemed to have awakened him suddenly for he grasped the sides of his seat and groan loudly.

"Oh yes." he gasped, "You're going to make me come lover."

Making my way back up to this engorged head I began to suck as much of him into my mouth as could be comfortably done and was surprised in how much I was enjoying giving my first blow job. Up and down I continued for a few moments and it felt so natural to knead his large balls with one hand and jerk his delicious cock with the other. Fingering my way back along the line of his cod sack I started lightly scratching the skin just above is puckered ass hole which brought another barrage of moans and gasps from him. Finding my way to his little starfish I worked the tip of my middle finger into him all the while still sucking all that I could of his delicious dick. Slowly driving the rest of my finger inside him I could feel that he was going to soon explode. Keeping pace with the pressure I started exerting on his prostate, I stopped bobbing on his wand and asked him if he could put this wonderful cock in my ass.

It just popped out of me unexpectedly. As I've said before, this was a first but it seemed at the time to be the thing to do.