Date: Fri, 1 Oct 2004 13:36:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill Thomas <hottoppop@yahoo.com>
Subject: Senior Moment, Part 2

Practice safe sex!  If you are offended by sex between
men or you are too young to read this stuff, go away!

Mike began to pull up and then down his clothes that
had been rearranged during our frantic sex.  I
suggested that it was't necessary as my place was not
even a mile from where we were parked; it dawned on me
that Mike and I were neighbors.  He did not look at
me; instead, he staired straight ahead into the rain.
I asked where he was staying and he told me it was at
his great aunt's.    On taking a closer look at him, I
doubted that he was only 18 and asked about it.  He
told me that he was so nervous and that he had meant
to say he was over 18, not 18.  Not that I cared, but
I asked how much older and he responded. "24".  Hell,
that was the same age as my youngest daughter.  With a
wry smile, I then asked if he had forgotten to tell me
anything else and asked if he indeed had been a
virgin.  Mike nodded in the affirmative and then
hesitated.

By then we were entering my garage and all
conversation was on hold.
I led him into the great room which was kitchen,
dining and living space.  When I had become sole owner
a year ago, I had renovated the place; doing as much
of the work as I could myself.  I had been an
instructor of design at the junior college level and
had some talent.   It was really quite hansom,
masculine,  with deep reds and navy contrasted against
white walls and lots of natural wood.  The furnishings
were minimal, the windows large, and I had left a fire
burning in the glass-front stove.  The view was across
the salt marsh and the ocean in all its fury could be
seen at some distance.  Mike seemed to react
positively to the place; he finally turned to me and
said something about it being quite wonderful.  I
really did not care about that at this point, I wanted
his body again, but thought that I had best go slowly.
 I offered him some wine and we sat on the hearth rug,
feeling the heat warm our semi-naked bodies.

After several minutes I took the initiative once
again.  "What were you going to tell me?"  I asked.
Mike was mute.  In my best parent/teacher voice I
urged, "Come on, boy - out with it!"  It can't be that
bad."

In a quiet voice he began, "I'm on leave from St.
John's Seminary; I have a decision to make about
joining the priesthood."  I guess my mouth sort of
hung open.  "Shocked you I guess?"  This time I
nodded.  "Given the recent problems here in the Boston
area,"  Mike went on, "I don't want to heap any more
problems onto the church.  I've been having thoughts,
dreams about being with a guy for years.  I guess I'm
no longer dreaming about it."  There was some sadness
in his voice and also some sense of relief.  He
explained that his grandmother and her sister had
raised him and that it had been their desire and his
that he be a priest.  Mike had been an "unfortunate
accident" when his mother was 16 and his father was
17.  I remembered then my daughter talking about Mike
in general terms over the years; he was someone that
she knew.  He paused after giving a bit more of family
history, and looking straight into my eyes, he went
on.   "I guess I know now that even if I'm not gay, I
sure as hell liked what we did."  This time Mike
smiled a bit and once again blushed.  Damn, that was a
turn on.

Without another thought, I reached over and drew him
to me.  I began kissing his sweet face.  My tongue
went everywhere.  I traced his eyebrows, the tip of
his nose and then I outlined his mouth with my tongue.
 Mike began to breathe more rapidly and his arms went
around my body.  I then began working on his ears.  A
soft moan escaped and I could feel hard boy cock
pressed against hard man cock, my cock.  Our lips met
once again and we began exchanging tongue.  Half
sitting, half reclined, we were not comfortable.
"Let's go to bed." I urged and standing, pulled Mike
to his feet.

"If I do this, there is no turning back, is there?" he
half asked and he half stated.

"No, not for either one of us I guess." was all I
could say.  I was dealing inside with my own questions
or issues regarding sex or more accurately this time,
making love with another man.  Once again, Mike came
into my arms; his body shivered and there was one
quiet sob and then he whispered,   "Make love to me,"


I did not feel any guilt, there was no hesitation.  I
took him to my bedroom.  I undressed him.  There was
little to remove, only a thin, worn T shirt, a pair of
very worn but clean jockey briefs, a pair of running
shorts and torn nikes.  His body was thin and I
wondered if he had been eating enough.  I would feed
him later and get him some decent clothes I thought.
That thought was very brief.  Mike's hands went to my
clothes and he undressed me as I had undressed him.
Both of our cocks were stiff, standing at attention.
I pulled him against my hairy chest and his arms went
around me and then his hands were on my bare ass.  I
liked the feeling of them as he began kneading my
flesh.  Still standing, he began a slow, delicate
pumping of his boy tool against my belly.  I liked
that, too.

I turned us so that his back was to my big, soft bed
and leaning into him, I half forced him down onto his
back.  I extended my body the length of his and
placing the soles of my feet against the tops of his,
I began a slow, steady fucking rhythm of cock to cock,
cock to belly.  Pre-cum oozed from both.  My mouth
once again found his and my tongue probed, pushed in,
going deeper and deeper.  I had never taken a guy's
ass but figured it would not be any different than
pussy.  I began a slow kissing down the length of
Mike's body.  I sucked and licked boy tit and it was
GOOD!  I worked his hair trail with my tongue down
lower and lower, slowly teasing.  I brushed the tip of
his cock with my tongue.  I hesitated at first, but
then all doubts fled my mind.  It seemed to be the
most natural thing in the world.  My mouth took his
head into it as if it was acting on its own accord.
The taste was sweet, the smell of boy was better than
any women I had ever experienced.  Mike was moaning:
his body was vibrating: his cock was pushing up into
my mouth.  In less than a minute I felt it spasm, cum
shot from it and his hands grabbed my head as he
forced himself deeper into my throat and my mouth.  I
let him do it.  This was a primal urge; the boy was
becoming a man.  A low, gutteral sound came from deep
within the man child still underneath part of my body.
 I swallowed his cum.  I continued slowly caressing
his cock with my mouth and my hands went back to his
chest, stroking, rubbing.  Mike reached down and drew
my face to his.  Looking into my eyes, he whispered,
"I think I love you."  We kissed for a very long time,
each taking pleasure in the other.