A late spring morning found Luke and me jogging around my neighbourhood. We'd just finished our run, and I'd expected Luke to continue on his way home. Instead, he followed me down the steps and into my flat. I turned to suggest a protein shake or some cold juice but the look in his eye stopped me.

Luke pushed the door shut with his foot and walked towards me, pulling his sweat-soaked shirt off. His tented shorts suggested he was either carrying a large animal there or glad to see me. I swallowed nervously. His eyes had a glint I'd never noticed before.

"I want you, Daniel." He pushed his shorts down and casually stepped out of them. It surprised me that the rebound of his erection didn't smack him in the face. "You've teased and kept me waiting but the time is up. Your ass is mine.

He stalked me, his boner appeared to be guiding the rest of his body with determination and intent on its target, me. I whimpered, wondering what to do with it, even if it gave me options. Luke wrapped me in his arms which felt like me hugging a tree, considering the monster between us. His lips crushed against mine and I my head was spinning with a mixture of lust, fear, and uncertainty. If I did this, whatever this might be, would I still be me or would it change things so much that I'd lose myself? Without realizing that I was over-thinking, Luke's tongue probing my trachea brought me to the present. It had been such a long time since I've had an erection that was firmer than cooked pasta. I noticed the fabric of my shorts threaten to rip with the strength of my boner. Luke's hand slid down from my chest, across my abdomen, and into my shorts. As soon as his fingers closed around it, my body rebelled against my mind and…

I woke with a gasp, my heart pounding, the memory of Luke's kiss still tingling on my lips. After a moment of clarity, I realized I'd had my first wet dream since the seventh grade. How humiliating was that for a fifty-five-year-old man you might ask? After a moment I grinned realizing I hadn't cum this hard or this much for ages. I wanted to keep the vivid memory of that whole encounter but as with most of my dreams; it faded as I became fully awake. A knock on my door both distracted me and had me curious. I seldom had visitors. Dressed in my singlet and slick briefs, I pulled on my Roots brand sleep pants and padded to the door. I blinked in surprise to see Luke holding a takeout tray with coffee, and a bag.

"Breakfast is served, Daniel. I hope I didn't wake you." He did a quick eye sweep over my body, raised an eyebrow, and grinned.

"Nope, I was just getting up. What's with the food? We're not on for gym today. Not that I'm ungrateful, mind you." I waved him in and took the coffee.

"First, you tell me why you've got a wet and sticky spot spreading on the front of your pants. Did I interrupt a personal moment?"

The bastard smirked and knew what the hell he was seeing. I glanced down and noticed the stain from my over-abundant load widening. "Grab a seat and start on your coffee. I need to change." I looked as indignant as I could. "It was something that happened while I was asleep. Maybe I'm getting incontinent or something."

Luke laughed. "Incontinence doesn't cause semen stains. I'm not a doctor, Daniel, but even I can tell the difference."

"Drink your damn coffee and let me get changed." I hated that bastard. He caused this and now he's crowing over it. Karma will even the score. And I'll rip his lips off if he ever mentions this to anyone. I made a mental note to remind him of that. Even I was impressed with the mess I'd made. I enjoyed a moment of pride before I remembered I had the cause of it sitting in my kitchen, without a doubt smirking as if he knew he'd done this.

Luke had his coffee cup to his lips but I could see the smile and crinkle at the corner of his eyes. "I was hoping you'd help me with Christmas decorating. It goes much better with two."

I appreciated the change of topic. "I'd be happy to help. I have a few ornaments left from when the kids were young if you'd like to use them."