When Luis went upstairs, Jase was already in bed. He was flat on his back in his white boxer shorts, watching the eleven o'clock news. Though Jase was in his early forties, he still had the lean, muscular body of a man in his late twenties. His sandy blond hair was thick and he trimmed his body hair but didn't shave it all off. Luis preferred his men with a little hair on their legs and under their arms. He had fallen in love with Jase for many reasons, and one of them had been Jase's absolute masculinity. Jase was all man, from top to bottom. He walked like a man, gestured like a man, and thought like a man. It still made Luis weak in the knees when it occurred to him that he'd been lucky enough to meet the man of his dreams. Luis closed the bedroom door and locked it. He walked to the other side of the bed and set a small plate covered with aluminum foil down on his nightstand. The plate he'd set down had been the last thing he'd done in the kitchen.
“What's that?” Jase asked, pointing to the plate on the nightstand.
Luis removed his shoes and socks and said, “It's a little surprise for you.”
Jase's eyes were still fixed on the TV. “What kind of surprise?” He frowned and rubbed his jaw. “I can't believe another old guy in his eighties just drove his car through the front window of a fast food restaurant. The old guy thought he'd hit the brake, but missed and hit the gas pedal instead. It's the third incident like this I've heard about this month. Thank God no one got hurt.”
Luis removed his shirt, pants, and underwear and climbed into bed. “The surprise I'm talking about is the kind of surprise a lot of men would love.” Then he straddled Jase's waist and sat down on his crotch. He wiggled his hips a few times and laughed. “It's a very dirty thing.” They'd always had a sense of humor about sex and never took themselves too seriously.
Jase lowered the volume and reached up to grab Luis's naked legs. He squeezed them and said, “I like the sound of that. Is it something kinky? How dirty is it? I like dirty things.” He slapped Luis on the ass and laughed.
Luis arched his back and leaned forward, inviting Jase to slap him a few more times. He placed his palms on Jase's chest and said, “I thought about it earlier today. I was at the Dutch market and that cute little Amish guy named Bobby started flirting with me again.” He'd wanted to tell Jase all about the way Bobby had flirted with him but he hadn't had a chance until now.
Jase laughed. “I told you those people who own that market aren't even Amish. They may have been Amish at one time. Maybe even Mennonite. Who knows? But now they are businesspeople.” He laughed again. “And that Bobby guy, with the diamond in his ear, is about as Amish as I am.”
“They call it a Pennsylvania Dutch Market,” Luis said. “What do I know?”
Jase laughed. “You're so trusting sometimes. You know that big pumpkin field they own across the road?”
Luis nodded.
“Well, they don't even grow the pumpkins there,” Jase said.
“Of course they do. I saw people out there today picking their own pumpkins for Thanksgiving.” If Luis had had more time, he would have gone into the field and picked a few homegrown pumpkins himself. One of his long-term goals at Cider Mill Farm was to grow his own pumpkins.
Jase shook his head. “Take a closer look next time you're there. They order those pumpkins from the West Coast,” he said. “They get them in truckloads and then spread them out all over that field to make it look as if they'd grown them themselves. Then they put up a sign that says, ‘Pick Your Own Pumpkins,’ and the tourists from the city go crazy when they see it. It's one of the oldest tricks in the book.”
“All I know is they say they are Pennsylvania Dutch and I don't care about anything else.” Luis really didn't care whether they were really Amish or not. He didn't care if they were Pennsylvania Dutch or not. He didn't know what the difference was and he didn't give a damn. What little he did know about the culture fascinated him and, in a way, aroused him just as much. He reached back with his right hand and slid it into Jase's boxer shorts. He grabbed Jase and said, “I read online this afternoon there's an old Pennsylvania Dutch farm not far from the cabin we're going to this week. It's called the Glatenfrissle Compound. I'd like to look for it. From what I read, it sounds mysterious. Supposedly, something happened there once and they shut the entire compound down and closed it off. I'd love to check it out.”
Jase spread his legs wider. He grabbed both sides of Luis's ass and spread them apart. “I'd like to check this out right now.”
Luis adjusted his position. Then he pulled Jase's dick out of his underwear and sat on it. He didn't need lube anymore with Jase; he didn't need to take his time. He knew Jase's penis as well as he knew his own. He spread his legs apart as if he were doing a complete split on bended knees. He arched his back even more and started grinding his hips very slowly. “How's that?”
Jase's head went back. He threw his arms back over his head and said, “Just ride me like that for as long as you can. I could stay like this all night.”
“Then close your eyes and relax,” Luis said. “I could stay like this all night, too.”
According to the clock on the nightstand, Luis rode Jase this way for the next half hour. It was the most relaxing thing he'd done all day—better than a hot bath, and better than one of Oprah Winfrey's foot famous massages. Luis didn't moan in ecstasy, beg for some more, or talk about how much he loved big fat cock up his ass. This time Luis wanted to make love to Jase slowly and tenderly. He didn't care if sparkles of light passed before his eyes or fireworks went off inside his body. He didn't care if his toes curled back or his body shuddered with so-called delight. Luis simply wanted keep Jase deep in his body and grind his hips for as long as he could.
At one point, after Luis had been riding him for a half hour, Jase glanced up and asked, “You want me to turn you over now?” When they made love, Jase sometimes turned Luis over on his stomach and finished him off that way.
Luis leaned forward and kissed him. Then he caressed Jase's face with both hands and said, “I have another idea. It came to me while Bobby was flirting with me at the Dutch market today.”
Jase laughed and rolled his eyes. “I can't wait to see what this is. You know, if you'd like to bring this Bobby guy home one night, it's fine with me. It sounds like he's really hot for you, and we agreed that if and when the situation came up, we'd have three-ways or multiple partners.”
Luis didn't say no. He'd think about bringing Bobby home for the future. But that night he only wanted to be with Jase, no one else. “Just close your eyes and let me do all the work tonight.” Luis laughed and said. “I think you'll like this. It's very, very dirty.”