Chase of a Lifetime
Mayfield was standing in front of it. Jim
clutched his chest with both hands and moaned out loud. “I want to go home now.
Get away from the door.”
    Len spoke over him. “Let’s not play games. I’m
not moving. Jim, I can see you are not like most guys. I know what you want and
I know what you need. I’m just letting you know that you can have it whenever
you need it. I’d love to give it to you. You can phone me at any time and I’ll
be there. I think you’re the most adorable man I’ve ever met and I’m actually
shocked at myself right now. I can’t believe I’m doing this. But I’ve missed
out on a lot in life and I don’t want to miss out anymore. I don’t want you to
miss out either.”
    “Ah well,” Jim said. He couldn’t take his
eyes off Len’s erection. He wanted it. He wanted to fall on his knees, wrap his
lips around the head, and suck until he tasted Len’s pre-come. But it was
wrong. This was his best friend’s father and one of his father’s best friends.
“Please let me go home now. I just want to leave. You’re making me very
nervous.”
    “Don’t fight it, Jim,” Len said. “Don’t do
what I did when I was your age. I know what you want and I know how to take
care of you. I know you like to be dominated. I feel it in my bones.”
    Jim almost choked. “Oh my God, this is
getting insane. I want to leave.” While Jim said this, he wondered how Len
could have read him so well. Whenever Jim imagined himself with another man, Jim
was the submissive bottom and the man he was with was always the aggressive
top. Jim had never once masturbated to the fantasy of fucking a guy. It was
always a guy fucking him.
    Len continued to talk over him. “I know how
to spread your pretty legs and open you up. I’ll help you and guide you each
step of the way. I’m here for anything you need and you don’t have to worry.
I’ll never pressure you or force you to do anything you don’t want. In case
you’re worried, I have condoms. But I don’t sleep around. I haven’t been with a
man in so long I can’t even remember the last time. I’m absolutely disease
free.”
    A car screeched to a halt outside and
someone climbed out. When Jim heard the car door slam, he said, “She’s home,
Mr. Mayfield. She’s not going to stay out all night with the tennis instructor.
What are we going to do now?”
    Len stepped away from the door and Jim
dashed out of the room. He ran down the steps, into the family room, and
grabbed the half-finished martini he’d left on the bar. He took a few deep breaths
and concentrated on lowering his heart rate. It was beating so hard by then he
had a feeling his chest was moving. When he sat down on a stool next to the
bar, he noticed his hands shaking. He shoved them under his legs and let his
jaw relax. He’d once read that it was impossible to be nervous with a relaxed
jaw.
    A minute later, the front door opened and a
voice rang out. “Did I see little Jim Darling’s car outside? Where is that boy?”
    Jim took a quick breath and said, “Yes, Mrs.
Mayfield. It’s me, Jim. I’m back here. Mr. Mayfield asked for a ride home and I
gave it to him. I only drove him home and nothing else happened. We just got
here.” He jumped off the barstool and faced the front hall.
    Mrs. Mayfield hung her bag in the hall
closet and set her car keys on the table.
    “Mr. Mayfield is upstairs,” Jim said,
forcing his voice to remain calm. Of all the things he’d imagined would happen
after graduation, he never thought he’d wind up in a situation like this, and
not with a married man he’d known all his life. “I’ve been sitting down here
all alone waiting for him.”
    When Mrs. Mayfield walked back she hugged
him and said, “You seem a little nervous, Jim. Are you okay?”
    Jim forced a smile. “I’m fine, Mrs.
Mayfield. I’ve never been better. You have a nice home. Have I ever told you
that? I really like your home so much.” He figured if he changed the subject
she

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