Date: Fri, 8 Jan 2010 13:52:52 -0500
From: joey primavera <joeyprimavera@hotmail.com>
Subject: Amorous Afternoon

I was 59.  At 19, he was a little less than a third my age.  He was slight
and boyish.  His hair was dark and his complexion mediterranean.  He may
have been Italian.  His body and features were beautiful -- slender,
straight and well-formed, with a refined face, aquiline nose and perfect,
even, white teeth.

His young skin was light brown and silky to my touch.  His ass cheeks were
small, round and smooth.  The firm, tight nut-sack nestled between his
upper thighs, bulged with two delicious orbs.  His cock was small and hard
between my lips as my tongue played with its spongy tip.  He was standing
as I knelt.  Each of my hands held a warm, pert, protruding buttock as they
pulled his hips against my face.  I was sucking his flesh, biting it
playfully with my teeth, stroking his skin with my tongue.  Moving in and
out, his stiff little cock was caressing my lips, pushing against the roof
of my mouth.  I could feel his passion.  I could feel him throbbing against
the inner lining of my cheeks.  Oh God, what a sensation!  I wanted to eat
him alive.

The index finger of my right hand found the texture of his tight, young
anus and caressed its wrinkled surface.  It too was warm and soft, yet
spongy and tight.  My fingertip lingered there and then, slowly, began to
work its way in.  His body responded with a spasm as his butt cheeks
contracted around my finger.  He arched his hips harder into my face and
began fucking my mouth faster, with more urgency.  I could hear his intense
breathing as he suddenly clasped my head with his hands.  He buried his
fingers in my thick, grey hair as he pulled me inward to meet his thrusts.
He was using my head to fuck his cock as the rapidity of his bucking
increased.  What an erotic sensation!  What a divine feeling!  I could feel
his energy amplify with each shove.  He was groaning now, preparing himself
to release his seed onto my tongue.

My own erection was getting harder as my hands squeezed his ass cheeks,
holding his belly close to my face. Ohhh, I wanted to feel him explode in
my mouth!  I pushed my finger deeper into his asshole and began pumping
him.  First one finger, then two, then a third -- I was now giving him a
deep ass-fuck with my right hand.  I wrapped my left arm around his hips
and continued to pull his loins toward me.  We were in total unison.  We
were One in our hot, mutual lust.  My fingers were penetrating his
love-hole ever deeper.  With each thrust of my hand his sphincter opened
wider.  The natural resistance of his anal ring was now completely gone, as
I felt the inner lining of this rectum along the full length of my fingers.
I continued to push into his love-hole as he continued to pump my mouth.
'Ohhhhhhh!', 'uhhhhhhhh!' were the only sounds he made.  My own untouched
cock was ready to explode and I was groaning.  I was hard and throbbing as
I felt the powerful energy of desire build in my belly.  It was all
happening at once!  My fingers in his ass, his cock in my mouth, his hands
around my head, my arm around his hips: we were pulling one another into
each other with impassioned intensity.  Our mutual energy was now beyond
control and almost violent.  We were consumed in utter lust.  Suddenly, I
felt an explosion in my loins, as my sperm erupted in white, creamy spurts
that landed on the blanketed floor and on his feet.  Simultaneously I felt
his body buckle and shake as his cum began spurting into my mouth, his
ejaculate hitting my tongue, his balls bouncing against my chin.  He didn't
stop but kept fucking my face; I didn't want to let him go and began biting
down on his throbbing erection.  More cum.  I kept shoving deeper into his
anus, it felt as if my whole hand had entered.  This was ecstacy!  We were
coming together, intertwined, shaking, gasping, groaning, fucking,
fucking..... then, silence and stillness.  We collapsed onto the carpet and
lay, exhausted, with arms and bodies intertwined.

He was so perfect, almost feminine....so young, so exquisite.  I felt his
soft brownness in my arms, his smooth, supple legs wrapped around my own.
His sweet cock, now soft, was caressing my larger, older manhood.  Our
breathing had become slow and even.  I kissed the silky skin of his neck
and kissed his lips, while he sighed as his left hand caressed my nut-sack,
fondling my testicles.  My right hand cupped his balls and penis, squeezing
and massaging them, pulling on each testicle, pinching the spongy, moist
tip of his velvety cock.  Then, we fell asleep.

After about twenty minutes of delicious slumber I awoke.  My
post-adolescent protege was still sleeping in my arms.  I gazed at his
flawless form and studied his perfect anatomy.  I was spooning him, his
tender bum pressing against my meat.  Slowly disengaging I reversed my
position, now with my knees near the back of his head and my face a few
inches from his ass and hips.  I gazed at the warm, olive tone of his skin.
The curve of his cheeks created two mounds of perfect flesh.  They were
beautiful, smooth and hairless.  I pressed my lips softly against each
mound, tasting his flesh with my tongue, inhaling the sweetness of his
skin.  In the valley separating his cheeks lay his exquisite love-hole.  My
tongue slowly entered his crevice, its tip lightly touching his anus --
tasting it, moistening it, loving it.  He moved slightly, and sighed, but
did not awaken.  My tongue continued to linger on his rose-bud, gently
pressing into it, enjoying its wrinkled surface, finding the small point of
its entrance, ever so delicately pushing into it.  This was heaven!  His
body adjusted slightly as his upper leg moved forward, now revealing his
penis and scrotum.  The tip of my tongue slid slowly away from this anus
along his perineum until it reached the bottom of his ball sack.  I
lingered there, tasting his sweet, smooth skin, absorbing the round
fullness of his scrotum with my gaze.  I began to lick his pouch and kiss
his testicles, but ever so softly.  He stirred again.  This time I knew he
was awakening.  I began to suck his balls, first one, then the other, then
slowly I moved my lips along the soft skin of his penis.  His cock began to
swell as my tongue caressed the base of his shaft and moved up the
underside until reaching its fleshy, succulent tip.  My delicate angel had
returned to consciousness, but was not moving.  I could hear him sigh as
his legs and body trembled slightly.  He spread his thighs further apart as
he continued to rest on his side, then he arched his back slightly,
inviting me to return to his rosebud.  I did.  My tongue began to probe his
winking love-hole with more intensity.  He responded by arching his spine
more, pushing his ass saucily toward my tongue.  I pressed in, licking and
devouring his backdoor vagina, almost biting.  I was once again hot with
desire for him.  I wanted to fuck him now and I wanted to fuck him hard.  I
wanted to ravish his rectum.

My right hand grabbed his left hip and pushed it down to the floor, his
chest and belly followed.  Then I crawled on top of him, my head between
his legs, my hips against his shoulders, my cock and balls on his neck.  He
gave a muffled sigh, his face buried in a pillow.  My hands pushed against
his inner thighs and he responded by opening his legs.  His lush ass was
two round hills of pleasure beyond which lay smooth and slender thighs and
calves.  I gazed into his crevice for the second time, found his anal door
and once more plunged my tongue inside.  I licked and probed his sphincter,
then kissed and sucked his nut-sack.  My cock was swelling and hardening as
it pressed into his upper back, my hips moving back and forth against his
skin with erotic intensity.  My hands were squeezing and kneading each
buttock, pressing them together, then pulling them apart, exposing his
innocent, wet rosebud in its full glory.  His entrance was glistening from
my saliva.  He was groaning louder now, arching his ass upwards to meet my
tongue.  He welcomed my assault.  I responded by reaching under his hips
and taking his hard young flesh into my right hand.  I began to jerk him,
slowly at first, now harder and faster.  I continued to work his asshole
with my lips and tongue as I ground my hips, cock and balls against his
shoulders.  His pre-cum was making my right hand moist and he was close to
ejaculating, but I wasn't ready for his release.  I wanted him in full heat
and lust when the moment arrived.  Soon he would feel the piercing thrust
of my hard meat deep inside his bowels.  I turned my body around with my
knees now between his legs and my face buried between his ass cheeks.  He
was groaning louder as my right hand squeezed and kneaded his balls and
cock, my tongue firmly imbedded in his sphincter.  I was fucking his
asshole with my tongue, getting ready to ravish his luscious back entrance
with my hard and meaty older manhood.  I fell on him as my arms embraced
his shoulders and my engorged cock fell into his crevice.  My hips began to
move rhythmically as my cock slid back and forth between his buttocks.  He
was meeting my movements with his own, alternately lifting his hips, then
dropping them.  He was inviting me in.  The tip of my penis found his
rosebud, which was wet and ready for my assault.  He pushed his bowels
downward, opening his back door.  The tip of my cock entered easily.  His
anal ring locked around the fleshy head of my manhood, inviting me to have
my way with him.  I did.  I plunged the full length of my cock deep into
his bowels and began thrusting with hard intensity.  God did this feel
good!  Ohhhhhhh.  Uhhhhhhhh!  I was fucking him in total abandon.  I was
sprawling on him -- his body pinned underneath mine -- my hips bucking back
and forth as my meat ravished his asshole.  He was quivering all over,
meeting my attack by pushing his ass against my stiff, swollen member.

I buried my face between his neck and right shoulder, my lips kissing his
soft skin.  He turned his face toward mine and our lips met.  His tender
mouth opened to receive my tongue, his own now pressing against my lips.
My mouth opened and we began french-kissing passionately as my cock pumped
his backside.  He was groaning as we tongued each other, exchanging saliva,
feeling each other's hot breath.  I let go of his shoulders and took his
head into my hands.  My fingers were buried in his lush, dark hair.  We
stopped kissing and gazed into each other's eyes.  He was watching my face
as I fucked and fucked his asshole with total abandon.  He wanted to watch
me as I released my load.  He wanted to see the look in my eyes as the
sperm I was carrying in my loins erupted into his rectal canal.  He wanted
to watch my face as my body buckled and shook with the power of an ecstatic
ejaculation.  I started to come and with it came a roar.  I was out of
control.  My body was shuddering with the release pulsing through me as I
continued to attack his hindquarters.  With each thrust his eyes would
close slightly and he would utter a soft grunt.  At last, when the final
drop of my ejaculate had been expelled my body relaxed, my breathing
slowed.

As if to say 'thank you', he glued his lips once more to mine, his tongue
gently probing and tonguing my own.  I reached under his belly and felt his
cock.  It was still hard and inviting.  Still on top, I slowly turned my
body around and found my way to his hips.  As I gazed between his ass
cheeks I looked into his sphincter, now open, revealing a small white pool
of my cum nestled there.  I inserted my finger into him, feeling my own
creamy sperm, touching his soft, moist anus.  What a delight!  I tasted my
own cum as I licked his rosebud.  Then, I rolled him over toward my face,
took his young, stiff cock in my mouth and sucked him dry.  After he came
in my mouth, we fell asleep in each other's arms for the second time on
that hot and sultry afternoon.