Date: Sat, 2 Oct 2004 16:23:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill Thomas <hottoppop@yahoo.com>
Subject: Senior Moment, Part 3

That "love" word scared me and I made no immediate
response.  I did not want or need that kind of
responsibility.  Instead, I continued slowly stroking
Mike's beautiful body and let my tongue explore his
face, ears and that soft spot at the base of his
throat.  It was now about 4:00 in the afternoon, the
sky had cleared and the late afternoon sun was playing
across the golden salt hay of the marsh.  Clouds were
moving swiftly; the sky was magnificent.  I called his
attention to what was in front of us.  He told me that
he would rather look at me.  Damn, I was flattered and
maybe falling in love myself.  Again, my hands played
with his chest and the few thin hairs that were
centered between his brown nipples.  It was not long
before I could feel him hard again, pulsing against my
gut.  I drew back and looked him in the eyes, "Mike, I
want you, I want you to stay with me; but if you do, I
intend to take your virgin ass."

"Do it now!" and with that he pulled me over on top of
him.  I rested on my elbows.

"I want you to think about it; I want you to be sure."
 I myself needed the time too.  I pushed up from the
bed.  "I'll get us something to eat; I need some
energy." I said as lightly as I could manage.

Mike got out of my bed and came around to me, hugged
me and began to dress.  "I need to go back to my
aunt's cottage and get my stuff if I'm going to stay.
"I'll be back in an hour."  I smiled and bowed from
the waist;  Mike laughed and left.  I went to the
kitchen and began to assemble a fish chowder.  In the
last year I had become quite adept at cooking and
cleaning.  After the chowder was on the stove, I made
the bed up fresh and clean.  I waited for Mike's
return.  After almost an hour and a half, I had just
about given up and felt that he was a no-show.  I then
head his footsteps softly tread across the deck and
the slider opened.  He was a bit breathless, With a
look of guilt, he mumbled, "I'm sorry,  it took me
longer to pack than I thought it would."   I looked
again and there was this beautiful young man with a
large back-pack that looked as though it was full of
books, a computer carrier and a Macy's shopping bag
full of clothes standing in my kitchen.  "Where do I
put this?" he asked.  It dawned on me that he thought
my invitation was for him to move in.  Good God, I
thought, What have I started.

I told him to take whatever space he needed for his
books and computer up in the loft where I did my own
occasional work and I carried the bag of clothes into
the bedroom.  Hell, winter was coming on and the
company would be good.  My neighbor and friend Tony
would be going to Florida in three more weeks and I
would be alone on the Point.  I knew that Mike was
finishing his PhD in ancient languages at Harvard and
had been working on it at the same time he was in
classes at the seminary; he had been and would be
busy.  This is one of the few things we had had time
to talk about. He had until April to submit his
dissertation.

By the time I was back in the kitchen Mike had come
down and he was setting the table.  At least, I would
not have to wait on him.  Mike took advantage at
several moments to bump into me, to touch me, to make
me feel him near.  I finally laughed out loud, "Damn
it, boy!  If you keep this up, we'll never get to eat.
 Stop it!"  He caught my laughter and said something
about not needing food; that he could live on my pure
protein."  I thought to myself that for a non-gay, he
sure had a way of telling me what he wanted.  I pushed
him over to the table and down into a chair.  "You
mind your manners, kid, or I'll have to punish you."

"Is that a promise?" he asked.  For one who had seemed
so shy and backwards not more than 4 hours ago; he
sure had done an about face.  Immediately upon
finishing the meal, he grabbed my hand and yanked me
towards the bedroom.  "Come on, sweet old man, make
good on your words."   The room was filled with the
soft glow of the sun set as it reflected off of the
distant water.  I thought it fitting.

In just seconds we were again naked and lying on our
sides, arms and legs interlaced, mouth to mouth and
cock to cock.  Mike managed to stumble over the
following, "I wasn't late because I was packing; I was
reading on the net about what you are going to do to
me.  I got myself ready."  His face was dark, almost
red.  I had no idea what he was talking about.  "What
did you do? I questioned.  "I rigged up an enema, the
web site explained that it was the polite thing to do,
to clean yourself out. I used a shampoo bottle with a
pointed nozzle!" he said with a soft chuckle.   All of
this made my cock go limp.  "Yuk" was my silent
reaction.  "I didn't mean to upset you; I'm sorry!"
Mike said with obvious upset in his voice.  Very
nervous in spite of his forced bravado, he was on the
verge of tears I thought.

"Awww Mike, I want you so bad; I don't know as much
about this as you do."  And I again reached for him,
drew him close and gently kissed his eyes and then the
rest of his face.  He shivered with nervous excitement
and I could feel him begin to relax.  "Don't worry,
whatever happens happens and neither of us should have
any fear or embarrassment, OK?"  He sucked my tongue
deep into his mouth and I think he moaned "OK".   I
started moving south on his body, following the trail
I had established a few hours before.  This time, my
mouth and tongue explored his pecs, his nipples and
then his pits.  I kissed his arms and then his hands
and fingers; sucking each one.  Mike'e breath was
rapid and his cock was bouncing, dripping.  It would
be nice to be that young again, I thought to myself in
admiration.  I Moved back over him so that we were
face to face.  "You do want this, Mike?"  I said
softly.

"Yessss," he hissed and with that opened his legs
raised them and clamped them over my back pushing me
hard against him.  I separated myself from him and
said, "Lie still. boy, lie still."  I moved him to the
foot of the bed so that his torso was even with the
edge and I reached for a tube of KY that had been with
me since I had left my wife.  It had made jerking off
easier.  I stood and Mike watched me as I lubricated
my hard-as-hell cock.  His eyes widened; I don't think
that he realized how big it was.  I'm not huge I
should say.  It's just about 7" long, uncut with a
loose foreskin, and I think as cocks go, quite thick.
"Pull your legs up and back!" my voice just a whisper.
 I then knelt and bent over; I wanted to see that boy
cunt.  Without much thought, I put my face close; Mike
smelled so good, clean.  Acting almost on its own, my
tongue reached out and probed the wrinkled pink flesh.
 Mike gasped, and then moaned as I began probing him
with the tip of my curled tongue.   My wife had liked
this so I knew he would.  I reached up and stroked his
cock with one hand and with the other I pulled gently
on his full sac.  He was bigger than I was; he had to
be an inch or more longer and just as thick and his
orbs were larger, too.  They began to draw up so I
knew he was once again close to climax so I stopped.
I stood.  I placed my throbbing cock head against his
ass ring.  "Relax, baby, relax, let me in."  I pushed
gently at first and then harder.  Mike had excellent
muscle control; he was an athlete.  He did as he was
told and I  felt my cock pass into his hot, tight
canal.  I nearly ejaculated then.  I had to stop,
stand still.  In just moments, I began pushing deeper
into Mike.  He moaned and I began to pull out.

"No, NO, you're not hurting me.  It feels so damn
good!" he almost cried out.

In just seconds my balls were against his ass and I
could feel his mashed against my abs.  The sensation
was like nothing I had ever experienced.  It was much
hotter, tighter, far more intense than women cunt.
His ass seemed to surround, clutch at every part of my
cock, my being.  Mike began to move on me.  I began to
slowly and deeply fuck myself into him.  I reached,
grabbed his ankles and used my hands on his legs to
give me more leverage.  Mike began to bounce himself
up and off the bed; at times I thought I would lose
that contact that felt like fire.  I needed this; damn
I needed this!  I leaned further into him to prevent
separation.  I drove in harder.   The air was filled
with sounds, crude words, guttural moans, sighs, yelps
and love words.  Intensity was building quickly, I
knew I would not last much longer.

"FFFFUUUUCKKKK  MMMEEEEeeeee" my lover screamed.  With
that, he began to cum all over himself.  The clamping
down and throbbing of his release sent me over the
edge and I jammed myself into him as deep as I could
go and held onto him as I spent pulse after pulse of
cum into his ass.   I think I screamed myself; I'm not
sure.  In another minute, maybe more or less, I
collapsed onto my Mike.  His cum cemented me to him
and my mouth went to his as though drawn by a magnet.
 His hands slapped gently on my back as he spent the
last spurts of boy juice between us.  I pushed up on
my elbows so that I could see his face.  He was
glowing.

"Did you enjoy that?"  I muttered into his ear.

He grinned, his boy smile lighted up his face even
more.

"You know I did, sweet old man!."

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