While his parents are away on a cruise, Sage is spending some time with his friend Mike. Mike works nights, though, and Sage spends most of his time with Mike’s father, Brock. Brock is nothing like Sage’s own parents, being much more of a free spirit than they, and Sage quickly warms to the more mature gentleman. In the process of discovering his own desires, Sage admires Brock’s ability to speak his mind and to act on his own feelings. The more time that Sage spends with his more mature friend, the more he wants him. Afraid to act on his new thoughts and desires, Sage hopes that Brock will make the first move.
Brock was sitting in his favorite easy chair when he watched the young man walk into his den and take a seat on his sofa just a few feet from him. Brock’s first thought was how beautiful the young man’s hair was. He watched as the young man made himself at home in Brock’s favorite room, having no clue who had let him in or who in the hell he was. After a few more minutes of watching the young man drink the soft drink that he had brought with him, Brock turned around to see if this young gorgeous stranger had come in with his son. No one else was there, though, and his son was at work, anyway. Was he a friend of his son, Mike? Mike was always telling his friends to just come on in, so Brock had grown accustomed to having young men come and go from his house and he didn’t mind.
“Have you ever experienced anything like that?” Brock asked boldly, as he handed Sage his drink, just lightly brushing the young smooth hand as he did. “No, never have. Not sure that I would like that.” Brock could see that Sage's robe had opened just slightly and he could almost see his *****. He could tell that it was beginning to rise a little by its outline through the fabric. “Have you, Brock?” Sage asked, a bit hesitantly. “The way I look at it, Sage, is that only a man can know what a man wants and how he wants it, and therefore is in the best position to truly please another man,” Brock said honestly, looking Sage directly in the eyes. As Sage drank the rest of his drink, Brock could tell that the young man was thinking about it, about what he had just watched on the television. Brock got up and walked over to the couch where Sage was sitting. When he sat down, Sage turned to look at him. Brock was not shy in the least. “Let me show you, Sage,” he said, and then he lightly kissed his lips.