Date: Tue, 16 Mar 2004 13:30:58 -0800
From: Teddy Goldberg <shmoove@hotmail.com>
Subject: An Older Man (2)

Following my initial experience my newfound, mature fatherly lover, Jim,;
the one I'd met online via Craigslist.org,   I found myself deeply smitten
with him.  Of course, after our initial connection I was forced to create a
psychological firewall for myself in order to separate this new compulsion
from the very true and sincere love and friendship I have had with my wife,
but after five years of discrete bisexual experimentation I felt I was now
ready for a deeper connection with a man, albeit with all the same caution
and care I'd taken in my occasional indulgences.

>From the moment I'd connected with Jim, ours was a passionate affiliation.
We'd kissed and snuggled, had intense contact and made love in the deepest
way with Jim asserting himself kindly but authoritatively as the dominant
Father figure in the initial moments of our tryst.  I was more than happy to
serve as a submissive son to this dominant but fatherly man and the pleasure
of our love making solidified the roles we'd assume.  I was still not sure
why my heart was telling me that I desired a fatherly lover, but I was
slowly finding out why.  We also engaged in lengthy clandestine phone calls
and exchanged many heartfelt emails that contained both fantasy and urgently
expressed emotions that drew us closer as friends, lovers and confidants.

We kept in touch via email and lengthy but discrete phone call on a near
daily basis, but the separation was causing us both a case of intense,
nearly obsessive desire for each other.  When my wife announced she'd be
spending a week in the East coast at her father's house and would be taking
our son along with her, the opportunity to physically reconvene my
connection with Jim was made clear.  Three weeks later on a Friday evening,
I dropped my family off at SFO and instead of heading back to my home in San
Francisco I veered south to Jim's house content with the notion that I'd
probably be spending a large part of the next week with him at his home
south of the city.

The 30 minute drive south provided me an opportunity to think about the
feelings that were welling up in my psyche about my connection with Jim.
And at the same time, I began to analyze that anxiety these occasional
man-to-man experiences instilled in me.  Thinking of that first night with
Jim made my heart thump with this anxiety.  And in a way it was addictive.
It was the anxiety of risk, deception and fear mixed with arousal and erotic
possibility.  Images rolled through my mind of kissing Jim, his assertive
manor and rigid cock; the smell of his skin and the taste of his cum; but
also the warmth and pleasure of his presence in my life; his friendship,
adoration and tender but authoritative way with me.  The more I reflected on
these thoughts the more my heart beat and my own cock stiffened.  By the
time I got to Jim's door I was thoroughly aroused at the potential of what
would transpire next between us.

I knocked and Jim opened.  He was beaming with happiness and wearing only
bathrobe at the door.  "Terry!  Thank God you're here.  It's been too darn
long and based on what you've told me it seems we may have a week together?
Is this true?"

I gulped and nodded positively, "I just drove the family to the airport and
didn't even bother heading back home Jim.  I felt I needed to be near you.
More to the point, I need to be with you, in your bed, by your side... as your
um, ..., well, as your son sir."

Jim smiled acknowledging my statement.  He approached me, wrapped his strong
mature arms around me and pressed his lips urgently to mine.  Our tongues
swirled with shared delight at the freedom of our arousal and the bliss of
this manly connection. I sensed a familiar and urgent feeling as Jim's cock
stiffened and popped through the fabric of his bathrobe poking me in crotch.
  I reached down to caress and stroke him as we continued our languorous
kiss.

Finally, Jim pulled back from our kiss and said, "You're probably wondering
why I'm in a bathrobe Terry?"

"Well the thought did come to mind Jim, but I wasn't obsessed with why," I
said.

He replied, "Our first night together was so loving and so incredible that I
didn't really get a chance to show you around my place Terry.  Just through
the back door  I have a wonderful private garden complete with a hot tub
spa.  Care to get naked and join me for a nice hot soak lover?"

"Wow, Jim... nothing would please me more," I said.  Then he led me to a
sliding glass door at the rear of his house and I followed him out to a
redwood deck nestled in a lovely garden complete with a bouquet of fragrant
aromatic plants, semi-tropical palms and ornamental orchids.  In one corner,
adding the idyllic atmosphere was a moss covered natural rock fountain that
trickled with the pleasant din of a mountain stream relocated in a suburban
backyard.  The whole thing was an oasis of calm with the hot tub completely
concealed from the prying eyes of neighbors and my mind reflected upon the
love and care that Jim had put into this space and his own pleasure at
sharing it with me.  And once again, I felt totally safe and secure with him
at his home.  Any fears of being indiscrete were totally shelved in his
presence.

The hot tub itself was mounted in a hole in the redwood deck with a changing
bench and bunch of hooks for towels and clothing mounted above it.  I
undressed quickly, taking time to neatly hang my clothing on the hooks and
then I slipped into the water beside Jim who was still smiling a great big
grin as he we immersed ourselves in the heated water and began to kiss and
fondle again.

The force of Jim's kisses and the aggressiveness of his caresses made it
clear that he was elated with my presence.  His cock was as stiff and thick
as a large cucumber under the surface of the water and I took care to gently
stroke his thick turgid love-stick as we continued to swirl our tongues in
each other's mouths.  Then Jim whispered in my ear, "Terri..., `son...," I was
tested for HIV last week and I am totally negative.  I trust that you as a
married man are the same?"
I nodded in agreement.  "I've always wanted to make love to a man in this
hot tub and have never had the chance.  Will you submit to me and be the
first, here and now?"

I replied, "Jim, I'm honored and flattered but at the same time I'm not sure
if you are sincere about my being the first.., though it makes little
difference.  I'd love to be your lover here and now."  He smiled knowingly
and as I straddled his glistening frame and wiggled my rear end over his
rigid erection.  The thought of being taken raw, without protection
frightened me, but our connection had been one based on honesty and
sincerity so I had little reason to doubt him.  I also had longed for the
day when a mature, trustworthy lover would take me in this way and I longed
to feel the surging, urgent release of warm creamy cum flooding my insides.
I especially craved the loving, lustful climax of this beautiful man.

I wiggled my rear some more over his thick cock and the natural slickness of
the chlorinated hot tube water seemed to be enough lubricant to allow Jim to
enter my tight anal hole.  The friction was incredibly arousing as his 8
inch cock stretched me and I quickly passed through the initial state of
discomfort I'd normally undergone when bottoming.  Soon Jim was in me to the
hilt and the feelings we were both experience were of an intensely blissful
nature.  My ass ring squeezed and gripped his rock hard shaft in response to
the turgid pressure of his cock so deeply buried within me.  I had never
felt so aroused and my own cock surged with pleasure at his masterful
control of my body.  My thighs were literally burning with the intensity of
our connection and my own cock was stiff with delight. We kissed deeply
again and then began to shift and gyrate in the bubbling water, our bodies
co-mingling with squeaky satisfaction.  Ultimately, the heat and sweat got
the best of us and Jim literally stood up with my legs wrapped around his
body and his cock still deeply embedded in my rear.  He carefully leaned
back and laid himself out on the deck with me straddling him, fully mounted
and drilled from below.

"God, Jim – you make me feel so damn alive with lust.  I love being your
lover, your son, your boy."  These words were imbued with sincerity and
meaning, but were also trigger words of our complimentary fantasy and we
both neared the edge of control, wanting to explode but backing away so as
to prolong the powerful pleasure.  After a few moments it was clear that the
deck was not the best place to continue our heated sexual gyrations.  I got
to my knees and pulled off of Jim's cock with audible pppppfffffftttttt.
Then I helped him to his feet and strode a few feet away to a plastic
chaise-lounge chair where I simply laid down prostrate on my tummy, Jim
gently lowered himself upon me and re-inserted his thickness in me.  The
feeling of his wet, sweaty stomach against my back was a blissful reminder
of our "father-son" connection and he started to pound and buck inside me.
He nibbled at my ears and the back of my neck and then after 5 minutes of
building intensity arched his back and slammed his cock to the hilt within
me.  We came simultaneously and for the first time I felt the intense, warm,
creamy discharge of a man's seed within my bowels.  It spurted in excess
from the gasket of my sphincter and my own cock blasted a huge wad of semen
through the plastic mesh of the lounger and onto the redwood deck.  We lay
there together, entangled in a state of after-glow and ecstasy, his
unsheathed cock slowly softening within me and my rear filled with his
enormous warm cum-load.

After a few moments Jim pulled out and said, "Terry, please don't move a
muscle. I'll get a towel for you and I have a special request which I can't
explain, but you'll understand when I return.  I'll just be a minute."

"Okay Jim, whatever you say, I trust you..."

A moment or two later he returned carrying a big fluffy white beach towel.
He was wearing his robe and he leaned over to towel me off.  I started to
roll over to see what all the fuss was about but he pressed my shoulders
down and said, "Terry, please don't move.  I need you to remain down on your
tummy."  Then I felt the tip of a thick rubber butt plug being nudged into
my dripping, cum-filled ass.  My anal ring stretched wide and then with an
audible pffftttt, similar to when I backed off Jim's turgid cock, the plug
nestled itself home – the flanged base snugly filling my rear.  It felt
unexplainably wonderful to have this within me.  I could tell my prostate
was being pressed and stimulated and I could still sense the warmth of Jim's
cum squishing around inside me.

"Terry, can I assume you are going to spend the night with here with me?"

I replied, "Is that okay with you Jim?"

He smiled reassuringly and said, "Nothing would make me happier son."

I beamed and then got to my feet.  I felt a warm trickle escape from my rear
and roll down my leg.  Jim reached out again and kissed me – this time with
a romantic embrace.

"Terry, that was so wonderful.  You better watch out, I am starting to fall
in love with you."

Then he winked with an understanding that told me he knew of my internal
conflict.  I felt he would not insinuate himself physically between me and
my marriage, but this experience would surely give me pause to question that
relationship in favor of this one.  Nothing more was said about the subject.
  We sat down together, side-by-side on the lounge chair, the ethereal din
of a trickle of falling water filling the space between us as he held me in
his arms and once again, we deeply kissed.

Moments later we were in his bed.  We were utterly relaxed from our hot tub
lovemaking and lay in bed fondling.  This intimacy was less erotic, but
every bit as memorable and pleasant as our sex in that we could explore and
touch and pleasure each other without the pressure of performance and for
me, as a married man, opportunities to simply be loving with another guy are
rare.  I savored these moments.  I realized I still had the latex plug in my
rear but it caused no pain and symbolized a kind of submission to Jim.  But
I found myself so calm, so serene and relaxed that I literally passed into a
dreamy sleep.

Hours must have passed and light was streaming through the curtains when I
came to consciousness.  Before I'd summoned my wits I realized that Jim's
arms were wrapped around me and his cock was once again deeply embedded in
my rear.

"Hmmm... good morning lover," Jim whispered in my ear.  "How does it feel to
wake up in my bed?  Are you pleasantly surprised by my intrusion?  I figured
since you are here, you are mine to have."

All I could do was purr like a kitten and tighten my sphincter to let him
know of my blissful pleasure at this early morning surprise.  I guess I must
have really been exhausted because I hadn't even noticed that he'd removed
the plug he'd inserted after our hot tub session.  He also did a thorough
job of cleaning me with a wet washcloth and had lubed me up liberally before
having me for breakfast in bed.  He had his arms wrapped around me and at
one point he rolled over on his back, clinging tightly to my torso and
leaning his head on a pillow as he stroked and fondled my cock.  I was in
heaven with his thick cock buried in my hole, his masculine arms enfolding
me and his hands massaging my stiffening dick.  My body rocked and gyrated
nestled in the warmth of his and I turned my head to kiss him deeply.  I
wiggled, and pumped and bucked while speared on his shaft, like the olive on
his toothpick and after some intensely blissful moments my cock shot like a
fountain spraying more cum all over my belly.  He blasted raw, in my rear
once again and we simply lay in a sweaty satisfied pile as the morning
turned to day...

To be continued...