The rebirth of Andrew Bishop - chapter 22 - Sex Stories

The rebirth of Andrew Bishop - chapter 22

... dairy farm and he didn't know much about broad acre cereal cropping. He said he missed the country lifestyle. Geoff said he didn't know anything about dairy cows except that they crapped heaps. They both laughed as they both knew it was true. Jackson told him he was staying with some football players he knew in his junior days that now played for clubs on the eastern side of the country. They were straight and kept asking him to go to out with them looking for women. He had lied and said he had a girlfriend he wanted to be true to. As they finished the meal and the waiters cleared the table, Geoff put his hand on Jackson's knee under the table. "So are you still interested in this old farmer for more sex?" Geoff said to him directly. "You aren't old, you can't be more than thirty-five, and yes I do want to. You are nice, interesting and can hold a conversation. I also trust you," Jackson whispered. "I'm forty-three. Do you want to go back to the sauna or my hotel room?" Geoff asked. "Your place will be best for me, if that's okay," "Okay. Let's pay the bill and get out of here," Geoff said. He was beginning to like Jackson. In his mind's eye he could still see the two round orbs of his ass on the bench in the sauna. He wanted more of them. They paid for the meal and walked the short distance back to the hotel. Geoff asked for his key at the reception desk while Jackson looked at the racks of brochures in the foyer. He was trying to be inconspicuous, but was failing. Geoff ...

... stepped into the elevator and Jackson followed closely. The doors couldn't close quick enough for Jackson, he was sure some body would recognize him. What he didn't realize was that no one would figure that he was going to another man's room to have sex at seven thirty in the evening. The door opened on the fifth floor and they made their way to 532. Geoff opened his room and then stood to one side to allow his young friend in ahead of him. He then closed the door and secured it with the chain. "It's not luxury, but it's got a nice bed and plenty of pillows," Geoff said as he tossed the key onto the bench. Jackson went and looked out of the window. Again, he didn't know what to do or how to act. Geoff pulled the blankets and sheets down to the bottom of the bed. He then went over and put his arms around Jackson from behind. "Relax, Jackson, you're safe in here with me. Nobody will see us together for the rest of the night now," he said, trying to reassure the younger man. "I'm sorry, I'm a bit paranoid and I err.." "Don't know what to do next?" Geoff suggested, "Just do what you feel like doing. I'll let you know if I don't want it." Even though Geoff had not had any long-term relationships and lived in the country, he was sure that when he was Jackson's age he was vastly more experienced with gay men than Jackson was. He had sheltered himself so much that he was socially backward with other gays. Geoff turned and started to unbutton his shirt. He then kicked off his boots and ...