Jace rounded the corner of Union Wharf and pointed his novy-styled lobster boat toward where he docked. He gave a wave to Parker White, Santa in oilskins and big rubber boots. The rotund man called out.

“Get ya a payday?”

“Yeah not bad”. Jace called around his pipe. “Gonna eat and get drunk. You?”

“Hell no, didn’t do shit.”

Jace grinned. “Another day.”

“Yup”

Jace deftly maneuvered the Miss Emmy into the dock bay, behind Skip Lehner’s Lizzy Kay. Jace Mosley was pushing fifty, although he could pass for years younger than that. He kept a full blonde beard and ‘stache, that matched his high and tight on top. Just shy of six foot, he had a decent build from hauling lobster traps since his teens. He filled out a bit in his middle age, but not what you would call fat.

Jace locked up and relit his pipe. He walked back to check the stern line, looked up and saw Skip and another man step out of the Lizzy Kay’s hauling house and Skip turned to lock it. In the shadows of sunset, they could have passed for twins. Skip was a stocky bull of a man with a thick walrus ‘stache going from auburn to white. The younger man was a furry fireplug too, but sported a bushy auburn beard with hair curling out from under his watch cap. A rack of Bud cans dangled in his hand while he chomped on a stump of a cigar.

“Hiya, Jace! Long time no see! Here.” Erik tossed a can across the transoms.

Jace caught it in a swing catch, opened it and took a few gulps.

“Hell yeah! Needed that! Damn, Erik! I ain’t seen ya since ya went off to college! Yer starting to look just like yer old man! When ya get back?”

“Last weekend. Couldn’t take living in Boston anymore-too much bullshit and cost too much. Gonna work with Pops for a while, live with the folks and save up for a place.”

Skip joined them and popped another lipper of Skoal. Erik passed him a beer.

“I was thinking fried clams at Boones and then beer at The Old Port. Ya guys game?” Jace asked, tapping out his pipe and sticking it in the pocket of his flannel shirt.

“Nawp. Promised the ol lady dinner and a movie. Skip said slyly, “I think she wants a pickle tickle too.”

“Shit! TMI!” Erik tossed his cigar butt, laughing, “Yeah, I’ll go with ya, Jace. I could eat sheet rock. Have a good night, Pops! Thank God I’m camping out in the basement!”

Skip chuckled and sauntered off to his truck while Jace and Erik headed over to Merrill’s Wharf to Boone’s. The restaurant was nearly full of the usual fisherman and other locals. The two men sat in the last empty tables. As they ate, they talked boats to BoSox, as a game was playing on a flatscreen above the bar. Boone’s had a two-drink limit and no smoking, so afterward they strolled across the street to the Old Port tavern. The bar was half full of a mixed crowd, waiting for a folk-rock band to perform. The two men grabbed a booth away from the band.

By the second pitcher, talk was loosening up considerable. Erik spoke about college and living in Boston. He wasn’t cut out for the corporate world and the city scene.

“So, what did ya do besides skip classes and work to go to BoSox games?

“Oh…went to bars, dated. I have few friends there still and will go back now and then. We hung out at the…The Ramrod.” Erik paused, “It’s a gay club. I…uh…am.”

“That’s cool, bud. I uh…”

Well, there it was-years of chewing on about himself. Jace could count the times he’d had sex. Hetero sex. Jace couldn’t put his finger on it, but for all the broo-hah, it just wasn’t all he thought it would be. Jace was an only child and had always been a bit of a loner. He’d had a girlfriend in high school, did the prom and all. He remembered the first awkward night when Susan wanted more than second base. The relationship fell out after school. She was married now to a car salesman, had kids and lived the suburban life somewhere in New Hampshire. He was used to his own company. He had only in the past four or five years questioned his sexuality, but was, frankly, naïve and a bit scared.

“You uh what?” Erik asked.

Jace snapped back from the rush of thought. His mouth had gone dry. He grabbed his beer and downed the near full glass.

“You thinking ya might be too? I’ve kinda wondered that.”

Jace finally found his voice. “I uh, well just thought about it recently kinda. Not sure, not sure what, how, where, who…”

“Well, I think I can narrow down the ‘who’ pretty quick.” Erik spoke directly, “Question is, you up for finding out?”

Jace poured another glass, relit his pipe, took a few good hauls and downed half the glass. He spoke low.

“Yeah”

“Like, maybe now?”

Jace sat and smoked, sipping his beer. His expression was a freight train of thought. Finally.

“Y-yeah. I uh, dunno what or…”

“We’ll take it slow, just do what I do. Some of it will come naturally to ya. It’s no contest, it all about feeling good. You still live in town?”

“Yup. Still on Douglas Street.”

“Well, I’d say we got a plan. Let’s blaze.”

Jace exhaled loudly, sending a cloud above them. “Alright.”

Erik was about to have a fantasy fulfilled. He had always thought Jace was a hot man. He’d known about himself since puberty, but was one of the fortunate who didn’t show it or raise suspicion in his formative years. He was already rising to half-mast before the two men reached Jace’s truck.

Jace, on the other hand, was trying not to be overcome with everything running through his mind. Was he gay? If so, did others think that? Why could Erik pick up on that? Could he bring himself to have sex with a man? This was only a sampling, not to mention would he make a fool of himself with Erik. Pensive didn’t describe him at the moment.

Talk was minimal on the short drive to Jace’s house. Erik casually mentioned changes since he’d been home last. Jace was monosyllabic.

Jace’s New England salt-box was the house he grew up in. For years, he’d kept an apartment a short walk from the waterfront. After his dad died a few years back, he inherited everything, of course, the house, the business, the old F150 the two men stepped out of. The yard was well kept, including a row of rose bushes Jace’s mother planted so many years ago.

They entered the house and Jace snapped on a light to reveal a home as well kept as the outside.

“Go on in and make yerself comfortable. Beer?”

“Ya bet.”

Erik sat on the sofa and took in the surroundings. It was comfortably furnished, including a spinet, and Jace’s obvious contribution of a flatscreen and a classic stereo from the 70’s. A country station played softly through the old Advents.

“We ain’t gotta listen to WPOR, change it to whatever ya want.” Said Jace, handing a beer to Erik. He was trying not to sound nervous and hoping his hand wasn’t shaking.

“Nawp, it’s all good. It’s kinda grown on me in the past couple years. Come sit with me, bud. I ain’t gonna bite. Fire up that pipe of yers, I really like the smell. Ya mind if I have a cigar?”

“N-no…go right ahead.” Jace decided it was time to fish or cut bait. He grabbed a pipe out of the rack on the fireplace mantle, sat down next to Erik, packed and fired up. Erik had pulled a cigar out of his shirt pocket, unwrapped, bit and lit it.

Jace stuttered, “I-I…uh…dunno how to-“

“Shh, bud…just let things just come out on their own. Just get into and enjoy what comes.”

Erik rubbed Jace’s flattop slowly, stroking the short hair while puffing languidly on his cigar. Jace slowly let the tension ebb, as he felt comforted by the gentle touch. He re-lit his pipe and exhaled noisily, slowly relaxing, closing his eyes for a few moments at a time. Erik slowly rubbed Jace’s belly, working his way up his chest.

Jace’s smoky exhales were turning into light moans as Erik rubbed a nipple through his shirt. In his mind, cliché as it sounds, a door was slowly opening, beckoning, spreading-what? A light? A sound? Maybe it was a sensation, emotion or epiphany or all the above? If nothing else, he was getting aroused and it was very obvious.

Erik had undone a couple of Jace’s buttons and was now lightly working the nipple as Jace responded with big hauls on his pipe and louder exhales. Erik opened his gray flannel shirt and guided Jace’s hand to a nipple. His mind was racing with the fact that he was essentially breaking Jace’s virginity.

It took all that Erik had to not speed things up. He was, after all, a twenty-eight year old gay red bearman who came out in a large city. Fighting youthful impetuousness and a raging hard-on, he worked slowly, rubbing his hand through Jace’s chest fur. He stole an opportunity when Jace pulled his pipe out to lean over and press his auburn ringed lips against Jace’s blonde.

It was on.

The door in his head opened as did Jace’s lips, returning Erik’s kiss, his tongue searching, meeting, writhing, tasting Erik’s cigar, earthy, sweet, inviting. Breaking for a moment to set smokes down and returning, arms wrapped the other, bonding passionately breathing deeply and moaning and grunting in baritone. Each removed the others’ shirt as they embraced each other, their chest hair rubbing hard, tickling nipples.

Erik haltingly reached down to the bulge in Jace’s work jeans. He paused briefly when he realized Jace’s cock was longer than his hand. A wave of anticipation washed over him as he imagined what he’d long hoped, which was to get a good fucking from this man. He rubbed the hard member and gauged nine inches with a decent girth. It was going to be a ride.

Jace responded with deeper moans as Erik rubbed and groped. He moaned deeper yet as Erik slipped his hand under Jace’s jeans and briefs and grabbed his cock. Erik slowly jacked Jace and with his other hand, guided him to his own six-inch hard-on.

Jace was full of anticipation and sensation like none he had ever experienced. His whole body was in an experience. Passion swelled in him indescribable. He wanted to get naked with this man, a man for God’s sake, and know what there was to what was awakening and growing rapidly.

In need of smoke, beer and air, the two men broke slowly apart. Erik took a deep swig of beer and relit his cigar. Jace did the same with his pipe.

“Hoosh!” Jace exhaled, “That was damn-“

“Hot!!” Erik finished.

They rubbed each other’s chest as they smoked and drank. Jace took a big haul off his pipe and Erik quickly leaned in and kissed Jace full. Jace grunted a question mark and Erik gave an affirming exhale. He breathed in Jace’s pipe smoke and exhaled it through his nostrils, tasting the heavy vanilla Cavendish. Erik asked for another and Jace obliged. Eventually, Erik took a haul off his cigar and asked if Jace wanted the same. Jace felt his throat and lungs fill with heavy Honduran Maduro. Exotic. Erotic.

Smoke-swapping was a favorite with Erik. It was rapidly becoming the same for Jace. This went on for some time as the two slowly undressed. Jace’s hard nine pointed up slightly. Erik’s six stuck straight out. The two rubbed together as they kissed and swapped.

Erik worked his lips down Jace, stopping at one nipple, licking, sucking, nipping gently and sliding to the other, giving it equal attention as he fondled the other. Jace responded with deep smoke-filled moans that filled the air, already heavy with strong tobacco. Erik continued downward and worked his tongue up and around the big shaft, sending huge shivers through Jace, causing him to undulate slightly. Erik swallowed as much of Jace as he could. Jace went vocal.

“Shit that feels so damn good! Aw God! Oh-my-fuggin-gawd! AwwwooohshitErikawwwwyeah!”

Erik would pull up the shaft and work the head with his tongue. He licked around the bulbous head, tonguing the piss slit and swallow Jace. Jace was rock hard, writhing, bucking, and grunting noises he never thought he could make as Erik expertly blew him. Sweat poured off the two men, adding musk to the hazy room. Jace was in a whole new world of ecstasy he never knew existed. A buzz in his nut sack was starting to grow as Jace’s dick got harder and bigger. Erik sensed that too much longer and Jace was going to come.

“Like that, did ya?” Erik grinned; looking up at Jace who had a smile you couldn’t slap off. “I been told I’m damn good at that!”

Erik sat up for a minute to catch his breath drank some beer and re-lit his cigar.

“Damn, that’s a fine specimen ya got there, bud! I was just thinking how hot it would be to ri-ah! Oh man! Uh…uh…yeah, uh-huh…uh-huh! Yeah! Ho…ho-yeah! Now suck as ya dothat-hohfuck-yeahbud suck that cock! Fuck yeah! Ah! Watch the teeth! Watch the teeth! Oooh yeah, Jace! Now yer getting it! Aaaaaaaaawwwwyeeeaaaah….”

Without hesitation, Jace bent down and swallowed Erik to his balls. He came back up and swirled the head with his tongue and back down. He wasn’t sure and scraped Erik a couple times, but started to get the hang of it. He couldn’t believe he had a man’s cock in his mouth, but it felt right, connected, bonding, knowing what it was doing for Erik, and Jace wanted Erik to feel what this man just gave him. He had no idea how hungry he was for sex, real sex, sex he’d wondered about. Sex with a man who was a man, not like the sissy types he’d seen on TV.

Erik coached him along, and Jace, eager and responsive, learned quickly and was Erik writhe, buck, grunt and moan long cigar filled exhales as Jace blew him. Jace bobbed up and down Erik’s pole looking up at the auburn faced fireplug of a bearman. Erik was returning the stare, heaving out clouds of smoke as he watched his fantasy man’s ‘stache ride up and down his pounding rod. Erik was getting close, a little too close. He reached down and pulled Jace off his tool.

“Hoo-woah, bud! I was getting close and not ready to cum just yet! Ya got anything like Crisco or something along those lines?

It took Jace a moment to process that question. He immediately felt a wave of apprehension. Erik was talking about fucking, taking a dick up the ass. Jace had only had a doctor’s finger and a colorectal probe. Neither experience was anything he could construe as pleasant.

“I dunno if I can handle anything up there, I uh-“

“Naw, bud! I want ya to fuck me!”

Jace was about to get a lesson in roles.

Erik was about ninety-five percent bottom, and liked that very, very much. He reserved the five percent in the fact he liked getting his dick sucked by a hot man-a ‘seven’ or better. Jace was a ‘twelve’ in his opinion. He hoped that Jace would at least find him attractive enough to consider play. Things were going beyond any hopes he had and he was so turned on by this man. His fuckhole ached to be filled with Jace’s big cock, and he was going to have it…in spades.

Jace padded off to the kitchen and returned with the Crisco and more beer. He set these down on the coffee table and fetched another pipe from the mantle. He packed and lit it as Erik reached for his last cigar out of his faded flannel in a heap on the floor. Erik fired up and watched Jace’s ritual for a smoke.

Jace had been a pipe man since he was eleven. He’d found an old pipe his dad had abandoned years ago. The first bowls he nabbed from his ol man’s tobacco jar went un-noticed. As it happens, dad wasn’t stupid and noticed the progressive dent in his supply of Borkum Riff. On Jace’s twelfth birthday, the old man took him to Sam’s Smoke Shop. He bought Jace a couple of Dr. Grabow pipes and a can of Captain Black. The ol man fine-tuned Jace’s pack-and-light. The rest is history.

Erik was a long time dipper like his old man. He played baseball in high school and you weren’t one of the team if you didn’t dip Skoal or Cope. Cigars were the fashion among his dorm-mates and Erik developed a three or four a day habit. His mother insisted he only smoke in the basement, the main reason he ended up there, instead of his old bedroom when he moved back home.

The two men faced each other, smoking, playing with each other’s nipples and cocks. All the while, Erik was slowly working one, two, and then three fingers up his chute. Jace had one of the biggest tools he’d ever seen, and Erik wanted to ride it badly.

Erik scooped out a bit more and proceeded to lather Jace. Jace quickly came back to attention as Erik massaged the rising boner and continued to work his backside. Erik’s heart pounded at the thought of what was about to happen. He’d been wanting this since high school. Jace was Erik’s first crush and remained at the top of his list and now was about to assail his hungry hole with the biggest cock Erik had experienced. He re-lit his cigar and turned to face the sofa back, his knees on the edge, beckoning Jace to take him doggy-style. A mirror hung above the sofa where he could see Jace position himself behind him.

Jace was hoping he could perform. He’s fucked a few women, but this was obviously different. Erik reached behind and guided Jace to his waiting hole. Jace entered him and found resistance at Erik’s sphincter. He pushed a bit.

“Easy, bud! Ya got a big one!”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah, yer the biggest I’ve taken, and I’m not kidding! Easy…yeah…work it slow in and out…yeah…that’s it…hooo-yeah…mmmmmMMMMM! YEAH!”

Jace’s big mushroom slid past the ring and slowly slid it’s way up Erik. Jace would pull back and slide a bit more, eventually working his pole all the way. His nuts pressed against Erik’s butt-cheeks.

“Oh fuck! Yer all the way in! Yeah, just hold it there for a second, bud!” Erik growled around his cigar. “Let my chute get used to the idea. DAMN I wish I had some poppers! Fuck, yer big! Now, just slowly pump…leave the head in, oh damn! Yeah, bud! Ho-ho-yeah!”

Jace slowly worked his tool in and out of Erik. The sensation was enormous. Erik was a tight fit as he wrapped around Jace.

“Hoo! I’m good now, bud! Give it to me! Oh-oh-oh-oh-yeah, oh-oh-oh-oh yeah!”

Jace picked up speed and slammed his balls against Erik as he pounded his pole up his chute. Smoke poured out of both men as they coupled. Both becoming more vocal as the act progressed. The two men locked eyes as Jace assaulted Erik’s pucker. The sight was turning both men on more and more as Erik bounced back on Jace in rhythm.

“Oh God, Erik! Aw shit damn! Uhhh…huh….uhhh….huh!”

“Yeah, bud! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuuuuu…uh-uh-uh-uh….uh yeah! Fuck me!’

Jace was getting down to the bottom of his bowl. The sensation was building, building, building to a climax. Jace was about to explode. His cock grew thicker and harder with the tide rising up from his balls. Erik could feel his hole getting fuller, sensing that Jace was about to come.

“Oh yeah Jace! Fuck me! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Cum up my chute, bud! Oh yeah! I can feel it coming! Oh yeah! Aw fuck yeah! Give it to me ya big fucker! Give it to me! I fuckin want it bad! Give it to me! Give it to meeeeee-eeeee-eee-eee!

“Aw man! Oh God! I’m gonna cum, Erik! I’m gonna cum! Aw shit! Oh Jesus! Oh gawd…ooh….oh! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMYFUCKINGGAWD! OOH! OOH! OOH OOH! Oh! Oh….damn…ooh…damn….damn…”

Erik felt Jace explode inside him which was all he needed to send himself over the edge.

“Oh hell yeah Jace! That feels awesome! Oh, that jizz-Fuck! Oh yeah! Oh Yeah! OH YEAH! OOOOHHHHHHYYEEEEEAAAAAH! UH! UH! UH! OH FUUUUUUCK YEEAAH! UH–HUH! UH-HUH! Uh….huh…uh…huh…uh….”

Erik made a mess of the sofa edge as he spooed long shots of cum, still embedded on Jace. Jace slowed his pace as he heaved deep breaths. He reached behind him and set his pipe down. He slowly pulled out of Erik and watched a trickle of cum dribble out of Erik’s well-fucked hole. Erik still remained on his knees, still shaking from an orgasm he hadn’t felt in a long time. For being a virgin to mansex, Jace just fucked him like a pro.

The two men sat for several moments, finishing their beers and catching their breath. The afterglow was palpable.

“Sorry to make a mess on yer couch, bud! Damn that was fuckin hot! Ya can do that anytime ya want!

“Glad to hear ya say that, Erik! I was worried I wasn’t going to be enough man for ya. I sure could get used to this damn quick.”

“Oh yer fuckin plenty and a damn bit more! I know I could get used to this.”

Beers, the excursion and the late hour were rapidly taking a toll. Each showered and crawled into the double bed, snuggling together, Jace spooned behind Erik, his arm around him like a child with a teddy bear. They talked little things until the both were synched in the sonorous rhythm of sleep.