Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2012 17:36:28 -0500
From: anonymous <dirtygaystories@gmail.com>
Subject: Heavenly Mid-Life Crisis - Part 1

Heavenly Mid-Life Crisis by DirtyGayStories
Chapter 1

This is my first submission to Nifty in over 9 years.  I used to use a
different email address, but have to be a bit more discrete these
days.  The following story starts sorta slow and builds up.  But trust
me, there is a lot of nasty, dirty sex towards the end.  I've already
completed the next few chapters and it gets even hotter.  Would love
to hear from readers -- definitely drop me a line if it makes you cum.
 Also open to ideas and suggestions for future chapters.   email:
dirtygaystories@gmail.com


***

Nick sighed as he stepped out of the shower, his big feet plodding
heavily onto the bath mat.  The nude man looked at himself in the
mirror and sighed again.  At 44 years old, the signs of aging were
becoming more and more apparent.  It was hard not to notice the fine
lines and creases that etched his ruggedly handsome mug.  His
forehead, around his eyes, the corners of his mouth -- the wrinkles
were proof that he was no longer the young stud he had fancied himself
for so many years.  The man's dark black hair -- atop his head, framing
his strong jaw in a well-trimmed beard, and pelting his heavily
muscled chest -- was speckled with grey, giving him that
"distinguished" salt-and-pepper look.  And speaking of hair, Nick had
started getting buzzcuts a few years ago when the signs of
male-pattern baldness started to become apparent.  Worst of all, the
man thought to himself, was the emerging belly that had replaced his
six-pack abs, along with a slight padding that had been begun to
encircle his waist.  Nick had been working out religiously and lifting
weights for decades.  In fact, his upper body was still spectacularly
built -- massive pecs, powerfully muscled shoulders, ridiculously big
biceps -- it was just his midsection that seemed to be slowly expanding
no matter how hard he worked out.

The middle-aged man had never been conceited, but he had always
considered himself to have a certain "macho" appeal, and he didn't
have difficulty attracting bed partners.  His half-Sicilian,
half-Greek heritage gave him a swarthy, severely Mediterranean
appearance that didn't exactly fit the perfect, blond, blue-eyed,
All-American look that was prized by so many in the gay community.
Yet, despite his big nose, thick eyebrows, and perpetual five-o'clock
shadow -- not to mention a body that was nearly covered head to toe
with a pelt of dense manfur -- Nick was able to find guys that dug his
look.  Of course, it didn't hurt that he was built like a brick
shithouse!

And of course, Nick thought to himself, at least some things haven't
changed.  He playfully tugged on the heavy snake of his flaccid cock.
It hung about 6 inches soft down from his furry crotch, thick as a
toilet paper tube, and resting atop his massive, hairy ballsack.
Nick's fat nuts were each the size of goose eggs (one former boyfriend
used to say they were as big as lemons), and their combined weight
caused them to hang low between his thighs.

A pang of depression crept through the man's body.  What's the use of
having a big dick, he thought to himself, if you don't ever get to use
it?  Nick and his partner of 14 years, Martin, had gotten married a
year and a half ago.  It seemed he could count on two hands the number
of times they'd fucked since then.  Of course, their sex life had been
pretty much non-existent for a long time before the wedding, but Nick
still loved his husband and considered him his best friend.  But when
it came to getting his rocks off, Nick mostly relied on his hand while
watching Internet twink porn.

Nick had long had a thing for young, slim, smooth guys.  In some way,
the man thought it might be some sort of psychological desire to have
what he most certainly was not.  No one ever described Nick Messina as
a twink!  In fact, when they first met, Martin was just 21 years old
and quite the cute twinkie boy.  Nick couldn't get enough of fucking
that smooth little ass.  Unfortunately, Martin had put on a lot of
weight since that time, and at 35 years old, he actually looked quite
a bit older than his age.  Several years ago, Nick had gingerly
approached the topic of opening up their relationship.  He wasn't
surprised when Martin immediately nixed the idea.  His husband was
jealous and fairly insecure.  While Nick had certainly "slipped" and
fucked a handful of other men during their 14 year relationship, for
the most part he had been faithful to Martin (and functionally
abstinent!)

Even if Martin had allowed him to screw other guys, there was no way a
sexy 21-year-old bottom boy would want to sleep with an old fart like
him, Nick thought to himself.  He had become increasingly depressed
over his aging looks to the point that Martin and others had noticed.
When they suggested going to a therapist, he brushed it off for a
while.  But looking at himself in the mirror that morning, and feeling
like shit, Nick decided that it was time to make an appointment.

***

A week later, Nick arrived at the clinic where his new therapist
practiced.  He ended up getting there about 15 minutes early and
decided to just read a magazine or chill in the waiting room.
However, as soon as he stepped inside, his attention was riveted to
the stunning young creature that stood across the room, peering out a
nearby window.  The boy was young -- certainly no older than 18 but
maybe even as young as 15 -- and small.  Nick guessed the petite
teenager to be about 5'5 or 5'6 and probably 115 to 120 pounds soaking
wet.  The blond boy wore a tight turquoise t-shirt and a pair of
khakis that molded perfectly to his magnificent ass.  The slacks did
little to hide the kid's firm, perfectly rounded rear end -- Nick could
even make out the boy's crack beneath the thin fabric.  From what he
could see, the rest of the teenager's body was just as stunning --
although the slim boy had little in the way of muscle definition,
every inch of young exposed flesh was lithe, smooth, and perfectly
taut.   And when the youth eventually turned to look at him with a
pair of beautiful, emerald green eyes, Nick's let out a soft gasp.
The boy's face was exquisitely, flawlessly gorgeous -- a rare mixture
of angelic sweetness, adorable cuteness, and just a hint of wicked
sexiness.

"Well, hello, Mr. Muscles!" The boy spoke first, grinning at Nick with
a twinkle in his eye.

Nick's attention was drawn to the boy's mouth -- small, with perfect,
full, almost pouty pink lips, and a stunning white smile.  The boy's
wide, effortless grin seemed to light up the room and immediately
brighten the man's otherwise dreary day.

"Haha -- not in a talking mood?  I'm Andy."

Nick realized he had been gawking silently at the boy for several seconds.

"Uh.  I-I'm Nick."

"Ok, well I'm still gonna call you Mr. Muscles." The boy giggled.
"What are you in here for?"

"Wha-what do you mean?" The man responded, not quite understanding
what Andy was asking him.

"Well, my parents and the school think I'm crazy, so I have to see Dr.
Penford once a week.  Why are you seeing a shrink?"

The man's first thought was that the boy was being awfully nosy and he
had no business knowing why Nick was seeing a therapist.  But for some
reason, he just couldn't resist the kid.

"Um, just been sorta depressed, I guess..."

"Really?" The boy spoke quickly, sounding somewhat surprised.  "I
never get depressed!"

"Oh?"

"Sure!  There's a lot to be happy about!  Music, birds, the beach,
YouTube, pickles... The list goes on and on!" The boy laughed again.

There was something charming about Andy, Nick thought to himself.
Sure, the boy seemed a little frantic and sort of flaky, but there was
also something playful and quirky about him.

"I'm not crazy, though, if that's what you're wondering!"  Andy blurted out.

"I didn't think you were..."

"I'm just different, I guess.  My parents don't like it.  And neither
do my teachers or a lot of the kids at my school.  But whatever, it
doesn't bother me.  I'm graduating this spring."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I know I look a lot younger than I am, but I just turned 18.  I
already got accepted to the Jamison Institute in the fall.  I can't
wait!"

Nick knew the school.  It was a very prestigious art school.  The boy
must have talent, he thought.

For the next few minutes, the two of them chatted.  Nick was surprised
at how effortless the conversation was, despite their 26 year age
difference.  Of course, most of the talking was being done by Andy.
Not only was the boy the hottest fucking thing the man had seen in his
44 years on earth, but the little teen was amazingly entertaining and
fun to be around.  It was like a breath of fresh air for a guy who had
been feeling down in the dumps for months.

Dr. Penford came out of his office while they were talking.  He was a
tall, fairly lanky man who looked to be about Nick's age or maybe a
little younger.  He looked somewhat stern, wore glasses, and had a
perfectly manicured goatee.

"Are you ready, Andy?"

"Sure thing, Doc.  It was nice talking to you, Mr. Muscles.  Guess
I'll see you around next week?  We can be crazy together!"

	***

For the next week, Nick could think of nothing other than the stunning
blond teen.   They had only spoken for 10 minutes max, but the man
found himself looking forward to seeing Andy again before his next
therapy session.

"You seem in a better mood," Martin said one night before bed.  "I
guess the trip to Dr. Mathers is helping?"

"Yeah," Nick said as he laid down in the bed.  "I'm really looking
forward to going back."

	***

The next week, Andy was beaming as soon as he walked through the office doors.

"Mr. Muscles!" He shouted.  "I was thinking of you this week!  It's
good to see you again!"

"Really?" Nick said, surprised that he was on the mind of this beautiful boy.

"Of course!  You're so hot and hunky!"

Nick was shocked by the kid's boldness.  He couldn't help but turn a
little red, unsure of how to respond to Andy.  All he could think to
say was:

"Really!?"

The boy giggled cutely.

"OB-viously!  I was totes hitting on you last week!  You are like the
hottest guy I've ever seen!"

Andy was grinning at him and Nick could tell the boy was enjoying the
way he made the older man squirm.

"Andy -- I'm old enough to be your dad!"

"Whatever -- I love older guys.  I've been with guys older than you!"

"Andy!"

The boy laughed out loud.

"I'm sorry -- I didn't mean to freak you out.  I just say what's on my
mind!  Don't you think I'm hot, too?!"

"Andy, I'm a married man, I have a partner, Martin..."

"Well he's a VERY lucky guy!  So what's new with you?"

And with that, the boy breezily changed the subject.  But Nick
couldn't stop thinking to himself that this perfect little twink, this
teenage god, this fucking bottom boi of his dreams was hot for HIM!
Nick could hardly pay attention to what the kid was prattling on
about.  The next thing the man knew, Andy was telling him goodbye as
he followed Dr. Penford into his office.

	***

For the next week, every free moment of Nick's time was spent
frantically beating his big cock, imagining in detail all the wild,
nasty sex he'd like to have with Andy.  He was desperate to see the
boy again and was thrilled by the time his next appointment rolled
around.

Although Andy didn't mention his flirtation the week before, the boy
and he immediately came together to talk, sitting closely, laughing
and chatting about their lives.  The kid was like no one Nick had ever
met before -- funny, silly, outgoing, charismatic, dramatic,
effortlessly adorable and utterly unique.

For weeks, it went on like that.  Nick realized he was falling for the
boy and lived for the short time he got to interact with this high
school kid more than half his age.

One day, as he walked into the office, he could tell that Andy looked down.

"What's wrong, kiddo?  I thought you never got depressed."

"I'm not!" The boy laughed, happy to see Nick.

"Well you looked sorta down."

"I can't find anyone to go with me to the polka festival this
weekend."  The boy made an exaggerated pout.

"Polka!?" Nick laughed.  "Are you serious?"

"Oh my God, yes!" The boy laughed even more.  "I love it, it's so fun
and happy!  But no one my age likes it.  They're having a concert at
the outdoor theater downtown."

Before he knew what he was saying, Nick blurted out:

"Well, I can take you, buddy."

"You WOULD!?  REALLY!?  Oh my God, that would be SO FUN!"

"Well... Um... When is it?"  Nick was immediately worried he may regret
his impulsive offer.

"Saturday at 8.  It goes til 11 or so.  Can you drive??"

Nick thought about it.  He knew he was treading in dangerous waters,
but he just couldn't say no to the boy.  He knew Martin would be out
of town that weekend, visiting his ill mother, so he wouldn't need to
come up with any excuses...

"Sure thing, kid.  Just tell me where."

"Yay!"

***

The concert was actually loads of fun.  Nick had never been to hear
polka music live -- it was like a big party.  He was a bit worried
about being seen there with a teenage boy, but it seemed that most of
the people just thought Andy was his son.  For his part, Andy was
having a blast.  The boy sang along, danced, and laughed his head off.

On the drive home, Andy was beaming.  He animatedly spoke about the
night's events as Nick smiled and listened appreciatively.  He really
was absolutely crazy about this sunny, happy kid.

When they pulled into Andy's parent's driveway, Nick was just about to
say goodbye when the boy impetuously leaned over and kissed him square
on the mouth.

For a moment, Nick met the kiss, even thrust his tongue out to bury in
the boy's mouth.  Andy tasted like strawberry Starbursts, which he'd
been eating all night.  Then the man came to his senses.

"Andy -- whoa!  No!  We can't do this -- it isn't right!  You're a kid,
Andy!  I'm way too old for you.  Besides, I'm married!  I have a
husband!"

"So?"  The boy grinned wickedly as he reached over and began rubbing
the front of Nick's pants.

The man's stubborn prick was rapidly hardening.  Nick knew the boy
could feel it.  The teenager leaned over again and began kissing him.
Once again, Nick's defenses were no match for his lust.  He grabbed
the boy's head and pushed it to his mouth, roughly french-kissing the
luscious youth.  Then he remembered where they were.

"Andy -- no!  Stop it!  We're in your parent's driveway for Christ's sake!"

The boy ignored him, rubbing the massive mound in Nick's crotch even
faster.  Nick could only watch helplessly as Andy's delicate hand
grabbed at the fly and deftly unzipped it.

"I need your cock, Nick!  Please!  I want it!"

Nick could only moan and lean his head back in response.  Andy's slim
fingers were reaching into his pants, brushing against his painfully
erect prick.  The teen grabbed at his veiny shaft, the small hand
unable to wrap itself around Nick's girth.

"Oh God!" Andy moaned as soon as soon as he had fished Nick's
wrist-thick, 9 1/2 inch cock from the man's fly.  The enormous
erection throbbed visibly, a stream of clear precum drooling from
Nick's humongous, uncut purple knob.  "I knew it!  I just knew you
would have a huge fucking cock!"

The teen's too-small mouth immediately plunged onto Nick's rock hard
dong.  Due to the tremendous size of Nick's pecker, the boy could only
fit the head and about an inch into his oral cavity.  But the
sensation for Nick was unbelievable.  Andy's mouth was so warm and wet
and perfect.  He couldn't believe how talented a cocksucker Andy was!
The boy's tongue was like a hummingbird, licking and flicking
deliciously in his foreskin, around his glans, and inside his
pisshole.  Both Andy's hands, desperately trying to wrap themselves
around the beastly fat dick, stroked the man frantically.  The boy's
saliva poured down Nick's shaft, soaking the thick black pubes around
his dick and coating his balls.  Nick's hand involuntarily lifted
itself up and placed itself upon the teen's head, burying itself in
Andy's soft blond hair, assisting the boy in the wonderful facefuck.
He reached down with the other hand and pushed his car seat back,
giving the boy more room to work.

"Oh God, Nick!"  The boy squealed, lifting his head from the towering
prick.  "Your cock is so fucking, fucking BIG!  You have a fucking
monster cock!  Oh, I love it!  I love you!  You need to fuck me!  I
need you to put your big cock up my boypussy!  Oh God, pleeease!  Fuck
my pussy HARD, Nick!"

"I don't know, Andy!  Jesus—someone could see!  This is insane!  We
have to stop!"

Andy frantically began pulling his clothes off as he squirmed in the
passenger's seat of Nick's Honda Civic.

In the moonlight, Nick could finally see the boy's stunning naked
body.  The tiny pink nipples, the velvety smooth flesh, the adorable
little belly button, the waifishly tiny waist.  Andy wriggled quickly
out of his pants.  He wasn't wearing underwear.  For the first time,
the man saw the boy's dick.  Although it was between 6 and 7 inches
long, it looked absolutely enormous on the teen's petite body.  Andy's
boycock was thick and capped with a gorgeous, circumsized pink head
shaped like a bullet.  A tiny patch of blonde hair grew at the base,
but his fat ballsack was smooth as silk and a pale pink in color.

The boy turned and, still seated, leaned back and lifted his legs up,
his flawlessly perfect boybutt splayed wide open for Nick's
inspection.  It was even more gorgeous than the middle-aged man could
have ever imagined -- small and pert, soft and smooth as silk, pale and
white as freshly fallen snow, perfectly shaped, round and firm.
Within the hairless crack was the boy's tiny coral pink anus.  The
pretty pucker looked so small and delicate and delicious.

Andy spat on his fingers and reached down.  He smeared the saliva
sluttily all over his boycunt, the wetness glistening in the
moonlight.

"Please, Nick!  Please!  Don't you want to fuck me!  Don't you want to
break my pussy open and shove that huge, nasty cock up my hole?  Oh
God, I want you to blow your cum deep in my ass!  Please fuck me!"

The frantic boy didn't wait for an answer.  Roughly and awkwardly,
Andy climbed onto Nick's lap.  Before Nick could respond, the teen
hovered his little hole over the mammoth, dripping organ and shoved
down hard.  In one violent lunge, the small teen impaled himself on
the older man's horsecock.  All 9 1/2 inches crammed their way
brutally, balls deep, into the screaming boy.

Nick grabbed the boy's mouth with his hand, terrified that the boy's
parents or the neighbors would hear Andy's howls.  But once buried to
the hilt in the boy of his dreams, something snapped inside Nick.  The
beautiful twink's ass was the hottest, tightest hole the experienced
topman had ever sodomized.  Instead of feeling fear or anxiety,
suddenly all Nick could think about was breeding the cunt hard and
rough. The older man had always been like an animal when he got to
fucking.  He grabbed Andy's tiny hips and began to lift the boy up and
down, treating the bottom slut like his own personal fucktoy.  He
shoved his hips up viciously with every lunge, rutting hard and trying
to break the boy in half.

Andy's smooth young body arched back in rapture.  Sweat dripped down
his taut, hairless torso as he gave himself over to the man's brutal
domination.  The teenager's pink nipples were erect and pointing in
the cool night air, and Nick couldn't help but lean forward and begin
biting and sucking on the little nubs.  The boy's slutty moans and the
squishing wet sounds of his cock pulverizing Andy's ass were the only
sounds that filled the car.

For over a half-hour, behind the steamed up windows of Nick's car, the
44-year-old man masterfully fucked his 18-year-old lover.  During that
time, Andy's young cock erupted three times, the boy's breathless
orgasms squeezing the man's cock like a vice.  The teen was a sweaty,
cum-soaked, quivering mess by the time Nick unloaded jet after jet of
hot scum deep in his rectum.  The man grunted loudly as he pumped his
seed, the excess glut squeezing out of Andy's overstretched hole and
dripping onto Nick's hairy nuts.

When it was all over, the boy leaned down and kissed Nick sweetly.
The man greedily accepted the liplock, rubbing and stroking every inch
of Andy's smooth, slick, young physique.  His cock deflated
contentedly inside the tight hole.

"Thank you..."  The boy whispered.

"Thank you, kiddo." Nick said.  "You don't know how bad I've wanted that."

"But you're the one who gave me a present!"

"What do you mean?"

"All that yummy cum up my ass!  You came so much!!  I'm gonna eat it
all up as soon as I get inside!"

"You're insane!" The man laughed.

"Well, I told you we could be crazy together!"

***

To be continued

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