Date: Thu, 7 Oct 2004 07:05:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill Thomas <hottoppop@yahoo.com>
Subject: Senior Moment, Part 4

"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!."

I then went to the bath, cleaned myself off quickly
and returned with a hot, wet towel to do the same to
Mike.  As I did, he purred - cat like.  His beautiful
boy cock was once again hard.  I bathed him gently.
"I can't compete with that!" I said, half laughing.

"We'll see.  I may be able to do something about
that," and once again took me into his mouth.  In just
seconds, I was standing tall.  "See, MAGIC!"  he
exclaimed.   In just the few hours we had been
together I had seen in him a charming but somewhat
child-like sense of humor emerge.  He must be Celtic,
Scottish or Irish I thought.  I am a Scott.

"Aye, Laddie, see what you have done to the beastie!"
I answered.

Before I knew what was happening, I was flat on my
back and Mike was sitting astride me with my cock
resting between his ass cheeks.  He began a slow back
and forth slide.  I tried to pump myself up into him;
needing increased contact.  "No, let me do it my way!"
was all Mike said.  He kept pressure on me so that my
movement was restricted.  The sensations building were
intense and I began to moan.  Mike asked, "You like
that, Dad?"

My cock went flat.  I don't know what the word "Dad"
did, but I was dead.  "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Mike
whispered, tears in his eyes once again.  "I won't say
it again."

I grabbed his face and pulled him to me.  With my lips
against his ears I choked out the words, "Call me
whatever you want, baby, whatever.  All I know right
now is that you are the best thing that's happened to
me in years."  He kissed me once, and then Mike freed
himself from my hands and slid so that his mouth once
again was on my swelling cock.  I could not resist.

With boyish excitement, he almost yelled, "Lie still,
lie still, Dad!"  I did as I was asked to do.
Reaching for the KY, he climbed on top of me and using
a hand full of lube, he soon had both of us well
covered; we were all covered.  Muttering, "guess a
little bit of that goes a long way;" he raised his ass
up and with one  swift move, impaled himself on my
cock.

"AHAGAGHHGHHhhhhhhhhhhhh!"  I almost ejaculated at
that instant.
Mike began a very slow and steady fucking of himself
on me.  I reached for his cock and he grabbed my
hands, forcing them back above my head, and with a
side to side shaking of his, indicated that I should
not touch.  I think by this time we were both grinning
from ear to ear.  I know my boy was.  I concentrated
for a moment or two and was able to bring myself back
from the edge; I wanted this to last.  Mike began to
quicken his pace and shorten his strokes.  My body
reacted to the tightening and release of those well
controlled muscles.  Damn, he had some moves on him.
I was finally able to answer his strokes with thrusts
of my own; meeting him in an ever increasing frenzy.

"I'm going to cum, I'M GOING TO CUMMMMmmmm!" and my
head began tossing from side to side, I had lost all
self-control.  With that, Mike began to cover me with
his boy juice. His cum shot over my chest and face and
mine went deep into his ass.  We continued climaxing
together for what seemed ages.  Mike finally lowered
his face to mine and softly caressed me with his sweet
lips.

"Thanks Dad!  I think I like this, I like it very
much," he whispered just before his tongue went into
my ear.  We stayed like that for quite some time I
think.

The next thing I remember was waking to the smell of
coffee and the faint sound of someone using a
keyboard.  It took a minute or two before my foggy
mind remembered everything that had happened the day
before.  My cock was now hard and just a bit sore.  I
wondered what this day would bring.  I headed for the
double shower and on the way past the mirror, noticed
the dry, somewhat white evidence left by last nights
passion that was still evident in the hair on my pecs.

"You dirty old man." I chuckled.  I was not in the
shower more than a minute or two before Mike joined
me.

"I've been able to write a lot this morning.  I've
been waiting for you.  I didn't want to wake you up.
You need your rest, old man."  He laughed out loud and
took my soapy cock in his well muscled hand, squeezing
it not too gently.  I groaned and he let go.  "Ahhhh,
poor baby,"  and was on his knees, examining it.  "Did
I break it?"

"Let go of me!" and I pulled him up so that I could
kiss him.  I did so gently and began to bathe his
beautiful body; once again marveling at what a perfect
specimen he was.  "Do you work out?"

Mike flexed, posed and then said, "Yoga only; It's all
I have time for and it relaxes me."  He hugged me to
him.  My cock began to jump just a bit and he pulled
back; "Well, well, well; look whose come to call!"

"I'm hungry; let's have breakfast first; and we need
to talk."  With that, I began to towel him off,
avoiding contact with his nice hard tool.  "Put that
thing away for now," I suggested and handed him my
robe.

"No, I like this one," and he pulled on the one that I
often wore back from swimming or from working out with
Charlie next door.  "It smells like you; I like that."
 He had had it on I guess while he was working
upstairs.  We headed for the kitchen and Mike watched
while I cooked some bacon, eggs and toast.  "You'll
make me fat, Dad."  He watched my face carefully
waiting for my reaction.

"No, laddie, I'm gonna work it off of you."  My robe
had fallen open and he could see that I had a
semi-erection.  He started to get up out of his chair.
 "You sit still, boy, later!" I said in my best Dad's
voice.

"Yes Sir,"  he chirped.  We ate in silence and just
enjoyed the company; I know I did.  In less than just
one day, we had become so comfortable with each other.
 Time passed and it was time to clear.  As I stood, my
robe fell open.  I paid no attention and began washing
dishes.  Mike was close behind me and I soon felt his
hands inspecting.  My cock stood to attention.

As I turned to face him, I asked, "Mike, Is that all
you ever think of?"
I kissed him hard and fast.  In seconds, he was on his
knees, his lips pulling on my foreskin.  He stopped
for just a second, looked up with that twinkle in his
eyes and nodded a yes.  It felt so good, so hot.  What
little discomfort I felt earlier seemed to vanish and
my appetite for climax took over.  With my hands on
his head, I began a fast fucking of his face.  I
didn't want to do it this way; I cared about this kid.
 Within a matter of minutes, I exploded a load of cum
against the back of his throat,  His hands that had
been massaging my ass dropped to his own cock and he
spurted quickly; it landed on the cabinet behind me
and on my legs and feet.  I secretly marveled at the
amount of juice that he could produce each and every
time thinking that it had been stored up for years,  I
knew that was not so, but it brought a quick smile to
my face.  It was then that I heard Felix bark.  He was
Charlie's dog and if he was there on the deck, Charlie
was close by as the two were inseparable.  I glanced
over to the open slider and saw a shadow move off of
the deck.  Shit, Charlie had seen Mike and me in
action!

Charlie is a distant cousin of my wife, a retired
spook, an excellent carpenter, workout coach, cooking
teacher, fisherman and had become my best and almost
only friend.  We shared tasks around each other's
homes, meals, walks on the beach and lots of
conversation.  I'm not sure that I would have survived
the loneliness and getting used to living alone
without his help and company.  Now he had seen me
doing something that he would not like.  Of this I was
sure; Charlie was the ultimate man.  At 65, he was as
fit as anyone could be; he was intelligent,
sophisticated; but again, a total man.  We checked on
each other daily unless he was having visitors.  I was
pretty sure still did some government work.  I had
never been invited to meet any of his "friends."

I slowly withdrew from Mike and gave no indication
that I thought we had had company.  I suggested that
he clean up his "mess" and get back to his school
work.  I told him I needed to see the guy next door.
I dressed quickly and walked over to Charlie's.  I did
not even try to think of anything to say; I knew I
would read the disappointment in my friend's eyes.
Sitting on his porch, he was watching the gulls over
the water.  Seeing me approach he stood and started
towards me.  I could not look him in the eye.

In his best command voice, my friend ordered, Look at
me!"   He came closer and put just his index finger
under my chin and pushed up.  When our eyes met, I saw
laughter.  It was not what I expected.  "Did you think
I would scold you? he asked.  I stayed silent.  He
dropped his fingers, put his arms around me and gave
me the biggest bear hug I had ever had.  I could
hardly breathe.  "Welcome to the club buddy, welcome
to the club!" and with that, he released me just a bit
and kissed me on my forehead.  I just about passed
out.  We talked for a long time and I still did not
learn much more about Charlie.  He did tell me that he
was bi-sexual and that he had believed that I was
totally straight and that was one of the reasons he
had not let me become closer to him.  I had to admit
that up until yesterday, I had thought the same thing
about both of us.  He asked if he could meet Mike and
I invited him for lunch.