Nobody at the bank ever suspected that Edward Carter was gay. Maybe it was the naiveté of his coworkers or the fact that he had been married and his wife had died years ago and therefore above suspicion in a town where gossip was the activity of the day. To all that knew him, he was a quiet widower who held their mortgages and made refinanced their loans.

Ed as he liked to be called always had a smile for everyone and seldom showed anger. His face was unlined and tanned from the sun accentuating his green eyes. He was a man of medium height with broad shoulders and a stocky frame. Corpulent, he liked to think of himself as he looked in the mirror but he knew that he was heavy. Good tailoring concealed his thickening waistline. His hair was thick and once black, but was now speckled with gray that he wore short. He wore a beard that he kept neatly trimmed. He dressed conservatively knowing that as a bank's president he had to look and dress the part.

Weekends, he could be seen fishing from the banks of the river that bordered his property or trimming the hedges, cutting the grass or fixing something that needed attending. Living in a big house had its drawbacks and he was alone and lonely. He had a housekeeper who cleaned and cooked for him, but his constant companion was his black Lab Midnight who slept at the foot of his bed and followed him wherever he went. The house had belonged to his mother's family since before the Civil War and he couldn't bear to sell it and move into town into one of the new condominiums that they were building.

Friends had tried to introduce him to women that they thought he might be interested in but he always declined their invitations and in time they stopped asking. He was fifty-five and the thought of retiring was something that he entertained but he didn't know if he could fill up his day with meaningful activities to make it work. Sure, he read, gardened, played golf poorly and had interests but didn't want to be like some of the customers that came into the bank who went from one doctor's appointments to another to keep themselves busy.

One afternoon, Ed sat on the front porch of his home, drinking a gin and tonic and watching a hawk in flight. The bird was magnificent as it caught the thermal drafts of air and soared higher and higher barely moving its wings. Suddenly it swooped down and came away with a rabbit in its talons. The smells of summer filled his nostril: the freshly cut grass, the scent of herbs from his garden. In the distance he could see a car approaching, it's tires kicking up dust along the country road. As it came closer he saw that it was a truck that had seen better days. The truck stopped in the driveway and a man got out. He appeared to be in his early forties and muscular. He was big standing over six feet tall and looked strong. He lumbered when he walked and his thighs were enormous. His shirt was open and drenched with sweat and the outline of his fleshly chest and nipples protruded. His arms were muscular. He mopped his brow with a red bandana and Ed knew that the truck had no air conditioning.

"Sorry to bother you," he said in a strong voice as he stood on the front steps. "My name is John Slovak. Mrs. Peters at the bank said that you might need some work done around the house. I'm a good carpenter and handy man and could do the grass and general things around the house." He had an accent, although his English was good. His hair was neatly trimmed and the color of summer wheat. He was tanned from being out in the sum. He had strong features with alert brown eyes. "I really could use the work. I don't drink, smoke, gamble and I'm honest."

Ed smiled. Barbara Peters, his executive assistant had sent him to the house. He had complained that his weekends were spent doing household chores and he didn't have time for himself. He looked at the man who stood before him and nodded his head. "I think I could find some things for you to do around here."

The smile on the man's face showing his white, even teeth made Ed feel this strangeness that he couldn't explain.

"I don't know how to thank you. I'll work hard for you to show you that you made the right decision."

"I'm sure that you will. Where are you living now?"

The man looked embarrassed but said, "In my truck. Things haven't gone as I've planned. The construction job I was working on finished and I was promised work that never materialized. I've been doing odd jobs to keep me going until I find something permanent."

Ed looked at man carefully as if he was appraising a piece of jewelry or a painting. His hands were large and clean and his pants and shirt were ironed.

"Mrs. Branson, an older lady who lives in town has been kind enough to help me with food. She does my laundry and lets me wash and shower in her home. In return, I cut her lawn and do other odd jobs for her. If you like, I will give you her number and she'll tell you about me."

Just then, Midnight came running through the fields and stopped at John Slovak and sniffed him and began wagging his tail. He jumped up and licked his hand. "That's it, the boss likes you and just gave his approval. Look, John. I have a small gatehouse that you can use. It's not much but it's clean and it sure is better then that truck you're sleeping in. It will be room and board and two hundred dollars a week. You get every other Sunday off. If that is all right with you, then I can show you the gate house."

John hugged Midnight and followed Edward Carter to the stone gatehouse that guarded the entrance of the main house.

Ed had trouble sleeping that night. It was not like him to act impulsively and yet he had. He had always prided himself on thinking things through before he made a decision and here he had hired a man he didn't know without any credentials except working for Mrs. Branson who was an eccentric. Yet, Ed had always been a good judge of character and Midnight seemed to corroborate his feelings. But, Ed, knew it was more then that. He felt the tension within him when the man stepped out of the truck and he saw his muscular chest and flat stomach.

Sex with his wife Susan was never satisfactory for either one of them. Like a good southern boy, he married bowing under the pressure of his family. He knew that whenever Susan planned a trip out of town it was for fulfillment. They had an understanding and their marriage survived until her death. He stared through the window past the weeping willow tree that stirred in the breeze, to the light in the gatehouse where John Slovak slept. In the distance, storm clouds gathered and soon rain would fall. Ed got back into bed and fell asleep to the sounds of rain on the windowpanes wondering if he had made a mistake about his new handy man.

John Slovik proved not only to be honest but was enterprising, working long hours and doing projects that Ed was meaning to get around to doing but never had. With him around there was no need to call in professionals for there was magic in John Slovik's hands whether it was carpentry, a paintbrush or gardening.

One afternoon at dusk, as Ed was walking Midnight he spotted John by the river. It was at a spot that Ed had used as a boy as a swimming hole. It was concealed from the house and Ed skinny-dipped there with friends. From where he stood, he couldn't be seen and he watched the handyman unbutton his shirt and drop it on the ground. John was dark as the berries that he had picked that afternoon and Mrs. Holgart, his housekeeper had made into pies. His skin was unmarked and smooth except for a smattering of hair between his pectorals. His nipples were large. Ed felt himself getting hard as he watched John massage his stomach with his large calloused hand. Sweat glistened on his body. With his hand, he shooed away a bee, then slipped off his jeans and slowly removed his jockey shorts and placed them on the mound of clothes. Between his strong muscular legs hung a large uncircumcised cock and low hanging balls. Mesmerized, Ed observed John as he pulled back the foreskin and the flesh unfolded revealing a large mushroom cap head. Eds cock was suddenly erect and his penis pressed against his gabardine trousers as he watched John enter the river and let out a whooshing sound from the chilling water. His stroke was strong, his shoulders muscular as he swam in the icy water and then headed back to shore. He stepped out of the water, bathed in sunlight. Ed stood there quietly, fearful that Midnight might bark and give him away. John let the sun's ray warm him. His pectorals and belly were beaded with water like dew on morning grass. His hair was damp and hung limply from his handsome face and he pushed it from his forehead. He turned revealing beautiful shaped buns that were round and firm. His ass was like two ripe melons and Ed was salivating. He was leaking pre cum as John lay on the grass, a field of wildflowers behind him and began to play with himself. Ed stood there behind a tree, a voyeur as John put his fingers to his mouth and put spit on his fingers and began to stroke himself. Ed held onto the tree feeling weak, from the excitement of watching his handyman playing with his nipples as he masturbated, stroking himself slowly. John pulled back the hood revealing a red bulbous mass that glistened with spit as he moistened it. His organ began to get hard. Ed pulled his cock from his pants. It was of average size and cut. His breathing became labored as he played with himself and watched John rub his belly and stroke faster and faster as the rabbit came from the hat and in the sunlight his organ appeared bigger and thicker. Sweat poured from Ed's forehead as he matched stroke for stroke with John who squeezed his nipples and cried out as he erupted. A projectile of cum flew into the air landing into the grass. Cream poured out of him and Ed seeing the magnificent load came a few beats later at the base of the tree. He stood there and cleaned himself off and looked for Midnight who had disappeared. John cleaned himself off, dressed and walked along the river toward home. Ed didn't move lest he be discovered and when he saw John disappear he moved in the opposite direction. As Ed walked toward the house, he smiled. It had turned out to be a beautiful day.

Ed spent many afternoons at the same spot but John never appeared and Ed soon stopped going. Ed fell asleep at night with thoughts of making love to John fantasizing what he would do and avoided John when he could. He was obsessing over the man and worried that John would know. Often, they met on the property and their eyes met and John would smile, say something and go about his duties leaving Ed with an erection. Months went by and one day John asked if he could see Ed privately that night. Thoughts that John was going to leave had Ed so worry that he couldn't concentrate at the office and he left early.

"Mr. Carter, he said, never calling him Ed. I've been here nearly a year and."

"Aren't you happy here?" Ed asked with concern as he looked into John's green eyes. They were as bright as a sapphire.

"Very happy. It is just that I need to ask a favor of you."

"If it's money, I have already instructed Mrs. Holgart to increase your salary to three hundred dollars a week."

"It's not the money."

"Then what is it?"

"I would like to have every Sunday off if that is possible."

Ed sighed a relief. "I think that can be arranged."

"Thank you sir," he said, and shook Ed's hand and Ed felt the power in his hand and wondered what he was like in bed.

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Every Sunday morning John left the gatehouse and didn't return until late that night. Ed would watch him leave from his bedroom window and wondered where he went. He had no friends, no visitors and stayed to himself. He ventured into town on occasion but that was for a meal at the diner and then he was back home and in bed by ten. True to his word, John didn't drink, gamble or smoke and except for the time Ed watched him jerking off, he didn't know where he went but he was going to find out.

Rain fell sharply that Sunday morning as John's truck left the front gate and Ed followed in his pickup truck that he used for supplies. Trailing John at a safe distant, Ed watched as John headed onto the highway and drove towards, Billington, a college town twenty miles south. As they entered the city limits Ed kept back and watched as John pulled into a mall and park his car. He got out and followed John to the mall and down a side street where there was a movie theater. He watched John buy a ticket and enter a gay movie house. John was gay and that is where he went every Sunday.

There was elation within Ed that he had trouble containing. He raced back to his car and drove home and sat before the fire and waited until John would return. At nine, Ed headed for the gatehouse and knocked on the door.

"John, it's me, can I come in?"

John had come out of the shower and was standing in a towel that was draped around his middle.

"Anything the matter boss?" he said in a friendly voice.

"No, just came by to see how you were doing." He looked around the room and it was neat and clean. With Mrs. Holgart's help, he had fixed up the small house so it was cozy. There was a fire going in the stone fireplace and the room was warm. "You did a nice job with the place," Ed said."

John stood there in his bare feet and Ed could see the bulge through the towel. Ed got closer to John and reached out and touched him. John didn't move.

"Maybe, I better be going," Ed said.

"Why don't you stay for a while? It's not late," John said and let the towel slip and he was standing there naked. "Is this what you wanted to see?" He moved toward Ed who reached out and took John's cock and held it. It sprang to life in his hands. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable," John said and opened Ed's shirt to reveal his hairy chest. John nuzzled his face in the soft, hairy chest. "I've been waiting for you for months," John said. "I had given up hope that you would ever come. I knew that you wanted me as I wanted you from the first day that I walked onto your property and looked at me." He took Ed into his arms and kissed him on the lips. It was gentle and they stood in front of the fire as John undressed him. John put a blanket on the floor and two pillows and they lay next to each other.

Ed had not been with a man for a long time and was concerned that he couldn't perform. But looking at John with his freshly scrubbed face and hair that smelled of pine, he knew he would have no trouble. His hand caressed the smoothness of John's belly and moved to his fleshy chest and felt the silkiness of his nipples. They were large and his mouth encircled them as he rimmed them first with his tongue and then with his lips. John moaned as Ed kissed his neck and moved towards his mouth planting kisses on his cheeks and found his lips. His tongue snaked into John's mouth, his passion was inflamed and his dick was standing tall. They kissed caressing each other as their hands roaming each other's bodies. Ed was skilled with his mouth and his kisses thrilled John as their tongues discovered one another. John ran his tongue on the inside of Ed's lips and then his tongue moved down his body to Ed's tits. He was hairy and his mouth found Ed's nipple and began to lick it softly moving his tongue around in a circle. He took the nipple into his mouth and applied pressure ever so gently as he sucked and felt it grow in his mouth. Ed was delirious with excitement as John massaged his tits that were large and sucked them. He began a slow decent down Ed's body playing with Ed's large belly holding it and feeling it against his skin. It was soft and he kissed his belly and then his bellybutton. His tongue entered the tiny space and the pressure of the tip of John's tongue was something that he had never experienced before. Feeling the softness of is mound as his face nestled in his public hair. He smelled of the expensive cologne that he always wore. John took his mouth and tasted the pre cum that dripped down Ed's cock like sap from a tree. His tongue licked it up like a sponge a spill. John began to suck the head of Ed's cock as Ed writhed on the dusty blanked moaning as John moved slowly on his dick, his tongue swirled as it moved in circles on the head and Ed held John's head as he make love to him. Johns mouth was filled with saliva and he slid up and down and in the wetness of his mouth, Ed felt the excitement building within him. He knew he would be able to control himself and moaned.

"Please don't make me cum." They held each other as the fire died down and kissed as the embers glowed.

Ed took John's tool and milked back the head and tongued the bulbous head. His tongue tasted the saltiness of the inside of his shield as the head grew in his mouth. He sucked on it like a child with a lollipop licking and tasting the sweetness that was his. Fine blond hairs covered his large balls as Ed sank his head and licked slowly moving his tongue up and down. It makes John shiver as the warm tongue wash his balls. John lifted his legs and his ass was exposed. Ed licked hungrily at the perineum, and John lifted himself off the blanket as Ed tongue snaked from John's balls to his ass and back. Ed had never rimmed a man but he wanted to taste John, wanted his face buried in his ass loving him. John caressed his head lovingly as Ed sucked on his meat tasting what he had missed for so long. He wanted his load in his mouth, to taste his seed and began to suck faster and faster as his mouth devoured his organ into his mouth.

"I'm close," John said. "Do you want it?

Ed's head bobbed up and down on John's cock now slick with his own saliva and he knew that John was ready and so was he. His mouth opened and he felt the thickness of John's cock as it fucked his mouth and he cried out and began to spasm as wave after wave of his seed filled Ed's mouth, tasting the sweetness that he had wanted for the last year.

John held him and kissed Ed with a sweetness that he had not known with other men. It was as if he was reborn and discovering feelings that he never knew existed. His mouth sucked Ed's cock with a slowness that had him gripping the blankets as John deep throated him and then pounced on his cock like a cat on a mouse and sucked him moving faster as he spread Ed's leg apart and put spit on his finger and inserted into Ed's ass. He winced but as the finger slid into him he relaxed and the probing of his finger and the sucking of his cock make his know that this was what was missing from his life. John sucked him faster and faster, his finger darting in and out of his ass and the tingling of his prostate as his ass puckered and knew he was about to come. John was ready and took Ed's load. It filled his mouth and he tasted the heavy cream and swallowed it. He licked the last remaining drops from his piss hole and then moved up to him on the pillow and kissed him. It was a long, sensuous kiss and they held each other and watched the burning embers die and held each other until the morning light.