Date: Tue, 1 Sep 2009 05:57:25 -0500
From: J. M. Vincent <shyoldguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: I Like Men Like You

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I was sitting up in bed, the sheet up to my waist. The room was cool on my
naked shoulders. I looked down at the sleeping form next to me, his golden
hair disheveled, a soft glow to his skin. Damn, he was cute. I lay back
down, and slid under the covers. His warm young body next to mine got my
juices flowing again. I couldn't believe a 15 year old boy, strong; good
looking, and so sweet and loving would want to be with an old coot like
me. He could have his pick of any twink around, and there were lots of
them. They hung around the coffee shop where I stopped from time to time
just to enjoy the sight of their young lithe bodies in their tight jeans,
and body shirts. He could have any girl in his school, if he was into
girls, but he wasn't. For some reason I couldn't understand, he was into
me.

He perused me from the moment his family moved in next door. He wasn't the
typical boy seeking and old man's attention. He came from a good family.
His mother was a librarian, and his father worked for the electric company,
and he had a little sister that had the same blond curly hair and blue
eyes, and was really cute, just like Mark. He had those stunning good
looks, like a young Greek god. He was a little short for his age, but had
broad shoulders, soft pale skin, with just a hint of a tan, a thin waist,
and the start of a hefty six pack. He had nice feet with long thin toes,
yes, I am into feet. His long muscled legs were covered with light golden
hair that shimmered in the sun. His butt was tight, nicely rounded, and
firm to the touch. But, his dick was what really got my attention.  Long,
almost nine inches, and thin. It had a large head that was a pink color,
and went to a point. There was a tiny nib on the end under his pee slit
that popped up when he was aroused, and it drove him crazy when you touched
it, and I did that whenever we were alone.

I reached around him, and found his rod stiff. Damn, how could he do that,
I had already gotten two loads out of the boy. He moaned as my hand wrapped
around his rock hard cock. His eyes opened and he turned to look at me.
Those eyes were the palest blue, like water, his long lashes framing them
and slightly fluttering. He stretched, arching his body, and raising his
arms over his head. There was a nice crop of short blond hair under each
arm. I nuzzled my face into his pit; there was the pleasant boy smell, his
smell that I knew so well.

We saw each other the first time on the day they moved in. I was walking to
my mail box, as he stepped from behind the moving van wearing just a pair
of silky shorts, and those rubber sandals carrying a box against his naked
chest. He looked at me and smiled.  Damn, I still melt when he does that.
He said hi, and I said hi back. I felt like I did when I met the boy in the
hall at school that would become my first lover when I was 13. I had to
look away so that he would not see the need in my eyes. I spent the rest of
the day peeking out the window, hoping for another glimpse of him.

Mark rolled onto his back, and let me climb on top of him, my lips seeking
his. As they touched, my dry chapped lips coming in contact with his moist
soft ones, a moan escaped his mouth. His sweet soft tongue darted into my
mouth, gently probing, seeking, arousing me to a full hard on that I didn't
think was possible anymore until I met this wonderful boy.

My cock had started to desert me when I was 54, and my doctor put me on
high blood pressure medicine, and now at 63 I figured my sex life was
behind me. You know the look but don't touch stage. But along came Mark,
knocking on my door latter that day.  They were having a plumbing problem,
and he asked if he could use the bathroom. He was still shirtless, and up
close I could see he wore a small diamond stud next to his cute little
belly button. He went to the half bath in the hall, and pushed the door to,
but didn't latch it. I could hear his pee hitting the water, and tried to
imagine him standing there with the front of his pants down, or maybe he
dropped them to the floor, his wiener in his hand. After the pee stopped
there was a long pause, and I envisioned him stroking it or playing with
the head. After I heard him wash his hands, he came out, thanked me,
flashed one of those award winning smiles, and left. I was kicking myself
for not trying to get him to stay longer. I wanted to just look at that
body, drink it in. Young bodies are so exciting, and I hated getting old.

As we were kissing, he slowly started bucking his hips rubbing that
wonderful hard tool into my crack. I could feel the pointy head brushing my
hole, and he started sucking my tongue as that little nib of his brushed
against my ass. My hole was still well lubricated from his previous
assaults. (I like that word) His long thin cock slid in. It opened me up,
and kept penetrating until that little nib hit my spot. Damn when his cock
hit that spot inside me, it was like the world quit turning. I sat back on
him, and drove his rod deeper in my ass. We both started moaning. He humped
his cute little hips, as I lifted and lowered my body onto his shaft
repeatedly.

The day after they moved in, while I was out mowing my yard, Mark came over
to see if he could help. Damn, that boy still didn't have a shirt on. I
took him up on his offer, and when we were done, I invited him into the
house for a cold drink. I wasn't going to make the same mistake again, and
let him leave before I had a chance to enjoy the view to the fullest. Ice
tea in hand we went into the living room. I sat on the couch, and much to
my surprise, he sat down next to me, and not in the chair across from the
couch. I could smell his hot body smells. We both had worked up a sweat in
the yard. His smell was not the bad BO kind of smell, but more of musk,
more a sexual smell. I was very attracted to him, and a little glad that I
didn't get a hard on as easy as I used too. I was still feeling my tool
come to life sitting this close to a half naked 15 year old god.

He started calling my name. "Oh, Mike, It feels so good. Go faster, damn,
go faster."

I climbed off of him, and heard a loud pop as his rod came out of my
hole. I got down on the floor on all fours, and said "Have at it big boy,
fuck me as hard as you want, as fast as you want. My ass is yours."

He climbed on my back and slammed that hot rod deep inside me with one firm
push. I could feel his balls slap my ass, and the gentle soft touch of his
pubes on my butt cheeks.  He wrapped his arms around me as he bucked those
hips, shoving his cock into my hot spot over, and over, again.

As we sat together on the couch, he told me about his old school, his new
school and that he enjoyed playing baseball. Yeah he knew that wasn't cool
anymore, soccer was the "in" thing, but baseball was his sport. His eye
contact kept telling me he wanted to tell me more. I asked him if he had to
leave a girl friend behind at his old school. And he said "nah, I'm not
into girls all that much, there ok as friends, but I'm kinda into guys." I
must have looked shocked, I mean. I was. I never saw that coming. "I hope
that is ok with you, I mean some men your age don't understand that kinda
thing. My parents aren't all that happy about it but they still love me
anyway. I hope that it is ok with you, because I have enjoyed spending time
with you." When I pulled myself together, I had to ask "How do you know you
are gay Mark? Have you ever been with another boy?"

He started kissing my neck, running his hot soft tongue up behind my
ear. His hard young cock slamming into my old man's ass, over and over
again. My orgasm building with each thrust, I know I was yelling his name
over and over. He grabbed the hair on the back of my head, arched his back
and let out a loud, long, deep rumbling moan as his hot, thick, white boy
cum coated the inside of my bowels. My own load, the second in less than
two hours hit me under the chin, dripped onto the rug, my cock bouncing,
and throbbing as the last shots dribbled out.

"No, I have never been with another boy; I'm not really into guys my own
age." I knew I shouldn't have asked the next question, but boy I am glad I
did. "What kind of guys are you into Mark?"

He pulled his still hard cock out of my hole, (how could he still be hard?)
dropped to his knees, and started licking my red, swollen, hole. He put his
tongue deep inside my abused rectum, and started sucking his cum out of
me. I couldn't believe the sensation, my balls started to draw up, and my
softening cock started to come to life again. How did this boy do this to
me? I could feel the need to shoot again starting to build in me as his
tongue and lips worked my ass hole. This couldn't be happening; I was too
old for this. The pressure finally reached its peak, and with a scream that
was somewhere between pain and the most ultimate pleasure, I came again.
Nothing shot out, just a deep twisting, surge, that rocked my body and
stopped my breathing.

"I like men like you." He said as he placed his hand on my leg, letting two
of his long thin fingers slip up under the hem of my shorts. "I think you
are into guys too, aren't you." I couldn't lie to those eyes; I nodded my
head, knowing that I shouldn't. This boy was underage, and I knew where
this was leading. "I'm not too young for you, now am I?" He said with a
smile, and a glint in those soft blue eyes.

I dropped to the floor, and rolled onto my back, catching my breath, and
looked up at this boy standing over me. His dick still hard and pointing
toward the ceiling, his wonderful hairless balls dangling between his
strong firm thighs, he smiled at me. He laid down on top of me his legs
between my outstretched ones; he placed his lips on mine, and used his
tongue to open mine. Slowly he let my cum drain into my mouth, it was
tinged with the taste of my ass, and his spit. I let it slide down my
throat, and swallowed it, as I sucked hard one that hot boy tongue.  He
stood and pulled his shorts down, and the tight red briefs with them.
Stepping out of his pants and those rubber sandals, he stood naked before
me. I saw his wonderful, young firm, boy body for the first time. That huge
man-size cock standing at attention, and leaking pre cum. "Is your bedroom
down this hall." He said turning and walking away from me, his tight white
ass moving up and down with each step.

And . . . Here we are lying spent in each others arms in my bed, smelling
of cum, ass, and sweat, and loving every minute of it.


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