Flying High-Part 1

I couldn’t believe it, I had a week-end off from work. Believe me, when you work as a bartender it is very unusual to get both Friday and Saturday off. Well, I sure was going to find something fun to do and I knew where to start looking. The bar was quiet so I stuck my head in the door of the restaurant next door to see if Bruce was working. Pleased to see him cooking, I walked over to the phone and called him.

“Tony’s Cafe,” he answered the phone.
“Bruce, it’s me Polly, when you have a minute walk over to the bar. I want to talk to you about this week-end.”
“Okay, Polly, I’ll be over in a few.”

While waiting on a few customers, my mind kept wandering back to Bruce and myself. Wow, how lucky could I have been to stumble unto this wonderful friend/lover. We never made any demands on each other and remained best friends even after we became lovers. What a great fuck he had turned out to be for such a young guy. Hopefully, he’ll be available and we can sneak out of town together. That would be a dream week-end. We always had so much fun together. We would laugh, drink, smoke a little weed, dance and fuck. We had to be careful, however, because his parents sure wouldn’t like it. He always told me not to worry about it, but I always did.
. He was a great dancer, so it was always a blast to dance with him….Great Rhythm and once we had a few or smoked a couple of joints, we’d just let it all hang out. We’d get wild and it was fun.


“What’s up, Polly?” Bruce asked as he walked through the door. I couldn’t help but stare at this gorgeous, brown-eyed young man that was walking towards me.
“I’ll be there in a minute.” I smiled as I finished the drinks I was pouring.
“There’s no rush, I have one of the waitresses covering the grill.”
“Great, I want to ask you something.” I brought over the drinks and collected for them, and turned to walk towards my young lover. He was nineteen now and we had been fucking for over a year. I had just turned twenty-five and sometimes I felt like I was robbing the cradle. Oh well, this was just to good and I wasn’t ready to stop. We would have great sex whenever we were both available, and we had remained best friends.

Whenever one or the other was tied up with someone else we would just respect that and not make any demands. Could anything be better? Personally, I loved the situation the way it was and wouldn’t change it. Also, I know that Bruce liked things the way they were between us. My love child sure was handsome, had a great body, curly dark brown hair, and could fuck and suck better than most.