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  • An older man
  • My boring office job is driving my crazy. So is my sexless marriage. My wife is beautiful and my best pal, but somehow the sex drive seems to have dropped off the page of our life together.

    Several years back I indulged in sex with a guy. I indulge in thisinfrequently, but as of late the urge has been returning with a vengeance.I think it's due to a state of boredom mixed with urgent horniness.In San Francisco there is an Internet bulletin board called Craigslist. Ioften scan the listings when I am bored at work. This site has classifiedfor real estate, housing, jobs, cars, and all sorts of other stuffincluding personal ads. Needless to say, I spend a lot of time browsingthe "man for man" personals. The neat thing is that these ads can befiltered which makes it real easy to narrow the focus of a search bylocation, age, or sexual inclination.

    Recently, I have been having fantasies about connecting with a mature olderman. Someone in his 50's or 60's who lives alone: maybe a widower or adivorced bi guy, with a hunger for younger men. Something within meyearned to please an older guy and to be treated as a son. Perhaps I wasdwelling on some sort of "incest with Dad fantasy," I `m not really sure?But something about older bi and gay men made me feel as if they were moresincere, honest and real than the jerks that normally populate thisbulletin board wanting to eat poop or have fast anonymous sex. In reality,I want relatively anonymous no-strings sex, but I want it with a clean,caring, mature, hygienic person with a good head on his shoulders. I don'twant to connect with idiots or assholes.

    So, I started scanning the classifieds in hopes of finding an ad thatsuggested whoever posted it was sincere, as opposed to the vulgar desperateangle that most of these posts seem to have. I filtered for someonebetween 45 and 60 and started scanning the results. Ultimately I found apost that really intrigued me. It read as follows:

    Mature guy looking for younger hot, fit, sexy guy to have some play andfun!! Me: 5'7", 195 lbs., lightly hairy body, healthy, d/d free, negative(UB2), 6.5" cut, thick, large head, nice balls and nipples, superclean...safe, sane, and strong sex drive...YOU: fit/average/muscular body,super clean, like long sessions with cuddling/kissing/lots of oral...morewith the right guy...TONIGHT if possible! Please send pic with yourresponse and I will return the same...My place--safe, discreet,comfortable...let's play, have fun, and enjoy being two men together fortotal pleasure...ongoing would be great!!...

    I thought to myself, "bingo," but the chances of hooking up for real areslim in this nutty Craigslist world. My past experiences dictated thatmost guys are flakes who don't follow through. Nonetheless I replied witha face pic and a brief description of myself:

    Hi,

    I am 39, bi, married, closeted, sincere, passionate and very friendly.

    I am 6', 210, extremely discrete, safe, hiv neg, clean and careful.

    I have been bi about 5 years and only play on occasion with safe sane people.

    I have enjoyed one or two connections I've made in the past with genuine,nice older men.

    I'd be interested in possibly connecting with you after we have had achance to exchange some info with each other.

    I look forward to hearing back from you, but if you are already connectedwith another, please play safely. Regards...Terry

    My work day passed uneventfully and I commuted home as usual. The nextmorning I received a reply and photo from "Jim." He was good looking witha dignified face and shocking white hair -- a strong fatherly type. Hisreply read as follows:

    Hi-

    Thanks for the response.

    I like the "sound" of your email and your underlying enthusiasm.

    Tonight may work. Will you have a cell phone with you?

    Thnx,

    Jim

    His reply was notably vague but at the same time sincere, but I wrote back.I'll spare the details but he invited me over that night. I gave my wifethe line that I was going to a rehearsal. (In my spare time I am a workingmusician) and nothing more was said. I hopped in the car around 7 andcalmly drove south from the city with my heart pounding in my chest and mycock dripping in anticipation.

    When I got to his freeway exit I dialed him on my cell phone: "Hi, Jim.It's me, Terry."

    "Hey buddy, it's good to hear your voice," he said. I thought to myself,He sounds so nice and real, I think we're going to have a great connection."So I'm nearby Jim. Is it ok to come right up to your front door?" Jimreplied with, "I live alone Terry. Feel free to knock."

    Moment's later I was at his door, trying to keep my cool, but jittery withanxiety. I nervously knocked. He opened and invited me in. He wasdressed in slacks, a white cotton button down dress shirt and loafers. Hiswhite hair combed back neatly complimented his tanned skin. He smelled ofsoap and looked delicious to me. His place was clean and well appointedwith modern furniture and had the aura of a man's home. I sensed the vaguearoma of single malt scotch co-mingled with deodorant as we sat side byside on his plush leather sofa.

    "Thanks so much for having me over Jim." "No worries Terry. I'm so gladyou could make it... So you are married Terry?" "Yes," I said in reply."My wife is a great gal, but we just don't have much sex as of late and mymind has been turning towards thoughts of men." "I know how that can beTerry. My wife died two years ago but the latter part of our longconnection was sexually inactive. I started connecting with men about 10years ago, and now, I am fully comfortable with my gayness. It certainlyhas been more erotic." As he said this, he reached out and stroked myleg.and my cock twitched with arousal.

    "So have you had any long-term relationships with younger guys Terry?" Hereplied, "Well, I just got passed a recent connection with a young fellowwho wound up moving back east with his family. We had a nice thing goingbut I guess you could say I am on the rebound now." "Understood," I saidwith a wink. "I must say, you are a very handsome guy Jim. You kind ofmatch all the expectations I have had about connecting with a warm,friendly and sincere older man." "Well I can honestly say the same aboutyou Terry. You have a great smile and a hot body."

    By this time, we were intently touching each other, rubbing and caressing.In fact, he was rubbing my erection through my slacks as I caressed historso. Then he leaned over gently and pressed his lips against mine, hiswarm tongue found its way to mine, and we kissed deeply. It feltincredible to be with him, on his sofa, in the safety and comfort of hishome. Not much more was said as we French kissed and cuddled there in thedim twilight of an early spring evening. After a few moments he stood,holding my right hand in his. He pulled me up, and romantically undressedme. I reciprocated, taking time to kiss and squeeze his nipples as Iunbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his slacks.

    When we were both naked we pressed our chests together in a warm embrace,kissing deeply once again. His cock was a stiff 6.5 inches, lined withturgid blue veins and a smooth bulbous head. Mine was similar and standingstiffly upright with arousal. He took my hand and led me up the stairs tohis bedroom.

    He had a large king-size bed with a cherry frame that was elegantly made upwith tan sheets that matched the hue of the bedroom walls. He pulled backthe covers and we lay down together side by side and continued our intimatesnuggling. By this time I was in a state of blissful escape from myworkaday world there in Jim's bed. I was his lover, his young devotee,catering to his sexual needs; filling the void in his world, the receptacleof his loving attention. He laid me out on my back, wrapped his strongarms around my torso and pressed his chest against mine. Then he jammedhis tongue deep in the back of my throat telling me through his bodylanguage that he would be assuming a dominant sexual roll in ourconnection. Then he relaxed and held onto the headboard, raising histhick, stiff cock to my lips. I complied and his shaft eased gentlythrough my lips and deep into the back of my throat. I hungrily acceptedhis advances, sucking and slurping his smooth cock with gleeful abandon andloving the sensation of him inside my mouth. At the same time Jim reachedback behind himself and stroked me to full erection. I was losing controlbut striving to keep my cool in this incredibly arousing situation. I wasoverwhelmed with lust for this older man as his cock slammed my velvetythroat and his hand stroked me to the point of leaking. Then, just as hewas reaching his own state of climax, I shot a huge load upon his back andall over and the bed sheets. At the same time his cum slammed the back ofmy throat and with an insecure sense of trust; I devoured every drop,savoring the warm, salty essence of his cum. He whispered, "Terry, have noworries. I am safe and negative." Through my cum guzzling state Ireplied... "Good Jim, I need to know that."

    The next ten minutes we lay in a pile of man sweat and cum, cuddling andcaressing; speaking gently of our experiences and fantasies. Momentspassed and soon we were aroused again, stroking each other's stiff arousaland moving towards something deeper.

    After a few more moments Jim said, "Terry, I want you. I want to have you.Is this something you want to?" I smiled and nodded, knowing what he hadin mind. I rolled up on the bed with my head resting on soft pillows andplaced my legs upon his shoulders. He reached over to the night table,opened a drawer, removed a tube of lubricant and some condoms and set towork easing well-greased fingers into my love hole. My back arched withhis touch and as he stuffed three lubed fingers deep within me and began tonudge my prostate gland, driving me wild with desire for his cock. "Oh,Jim... please, please fuck me now," I said. He replied, "Only too happy tooblige, son," With the operative word, "Son," I knew our connection wasmeant to be.

    Without indulging in any bizarre role-play, we were, for all intents andpurposes making real my personally held fantasy to engage in a father-sonsexual connection and his way with me was extremely effective. A moment ortwo later he was nudging the thick bulbous head of his condom covered cockinto and past my tight rosebud. The friction in my rear and the pressureupon my prostate was incredible and I squeezed and milked his cock with myass muscles, reciprocating with my own body language letting him knowwithout words, how much pleasure he was bringing me.He began to pump and buck and ride my ass, plowing me with long powerfulstrokes of his cock; my rear receiving his turgid thickness and widening toadapt to the depth of his pumping motions. After 10 minutes of this, ourbodies glistened with a thin film of sweat which served to lubricate ourmotions and caused me to revel in the intensity of our lust for each other.Finally, with the last of his hugely powerful lunges he leaned over, gazeddeeply into my eyes and pressed his tongue deeply in my mouth, swirling itaround in my cum-glazed orifice. He hugged me tightly and as his backarched he exploded in my rear. At the same time I shot wads of spunk allover his chest as he stroked and milked my cock to finality.

    The intensity of our connection was beyond words; two lustful menexperiencing the height of erotic man to man sexual arousal. His dignifiedessence showed me the way; my bi-sexual naivety was taken to a higher placeby this experienced and loving mature father-like figure of a man.We spent the balance of the night in his bed, like spoons in a drawer. Iwas his lover and the future was ours to experience...

    ***

    Following my initial experience my newfound, mature fatherly lover, Jim,;the one I'd met online via Craigslist.org, I found myself deeply smittenwith him. Of course, after our initial connection I was forced to create apsychological firewall for myself in order to separate this new compulsionfrom 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 nowready for a deeper connection with a man, albeit with all the same cautionand 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 deepestway with Jim asserting himself kindly but authoritatively as the dominantFather figure in the initial moments of our tryst. I was more than happy toserve as a submissive son to this dominant but fatherly man and the pleasureof our love making solidified the roles we'd assume. I was still not surewhy my heart was telling me that I desired a fatherly lover, but I wasslowly finding out why. We also engaged in lengthy clandestine phone callsand exchanged many heartfelt emails that contained both fantasy and urgentlyexpressed emotions that drew us closer as friends, lovers and confidants.We kept in touch via email and lengthy but discrete phone call on a neardaily basis, but the separation was causing us both a case of intense,nearly obsessive desire for each other. When my wife announced she'd bespending a week in the East coast at her father's house and would be takingour son along with her, the opportunity to physically reconvene myconnection 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 SanFrancisco I veered south to Jim's house content with the notion that I'dprobably be spending a large part of the next week with him at his homesouth of the city.

    The 30 minute drive south provided me an opportunity to think about thefeelings that were welling up in my psyche about my connection with Jim.And at the same time, I began to analyze that anxiety these occasionalman-to-man experiences instilled in me. Thinking of that first night withJim 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 eroticpossibility. Images rolled through my mind of kissing Jim, his assertivemanor and rigid cock; the smell of his skin and the taste of his cum; butalso the warmth and pleasure of his presence in my life; his friendship,adoration and tender but authoritative way with me. The more I reflected onthese thoughts the more my heart beat and my own cock stiffened. By thetime I got to Jim's door I was thoroughly aroused at the potential of whatwould transpire next between us.

    I knocked and Jim opened. He was beaming with happiness and wearing onlybathrobe at the door. "Terry! Thank God you're here. It's been too darnlong 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 anddidn'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 yourum, ..., well, as your son sir."

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

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

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

    He replied, "Our first night together was so loving and so incredible that Ididn't really get a chance to show you around my place Terry. Just throughthe back door I have a wonderful private garden complete with a hot tubspa. 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 asliding glass door at the rear of his house and I followed him out to aredwood deck nestled in a lovely garden complete with a bouquet of fragrantaromatic plants, semi-tropical palms and ornamental orchids. In one corner,adding the idyllic atmosphere was a moss covered natural rock fountain thattrickled with the pleasant din of a mountain stream relocated in a suburbanbackyard. The whole thing was an oasis of calm with the hot tub completelyconcealed from the prying eyes of neighbors and my mind reflected upon thelove and care that Jim had put into this space and his own pleasure atsharing it with me. And once again, I felt totally safe and secure with himat his home. Any fears of being indiscrete were totally shelved in hispresence.

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

    The force of Jim's kisses and the aggressiveness of his caresses made itclear that he was elated with my presence. His cock was as stiff and thickas a large cucumber under the surface of the water and I took care to gentlystroke his thick turgid love-stick as we continued to swirl our tongues ineach other's mouths. Then Jim whispered in my ear, "Terri..., `son...," I wastested for HIV last week and I am totally negative. I trust that you as amarried man are the same?"

    I nodded in agreement. "I've always wanted to make love to a man in thishot tub and have never had the chance. Will you submit to me and be thefirst, here and now?"

    I replied, "Jim, I'm honored and flattered but at the same time I'm not sureif you are sincere about my being the first.., though it makes littledifference. I'd love to be your lover here and now." He smiled knowinglyand as I straddled his glistening frame and wiggled my rear end over hisrigid erection. The thought of being taken raw, without protectionfrightened me, but our connection had been one based on honesty andsincerity so I had little reason to doubt him. I also had longed for theday when a mature, trustworthy lover would take me in this way and I longedto 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 ofthe chlorinated hot tube water seemed to be enough lubricant to allow Jim toenter my tight anal hole. The friction was incredibly arousing as his 8inch cock stretched me and I quickly passed through the initial state ofdiscomfort I'd normally undergone when bottoming. Soon Jim was in me to thehilt and the feelings we were both experience were of an intensely blissfulnature. My ass ring squeezed and gripped his rock hard shaft in response tothe turgid pressure of his cock so deeply buried within me. I had neverfelt so aroused and my own cock surged with pleasure at his masterfulcontrol of my body. My thighs were literally burning with the intensity ofour connection and my own cock was stiff with delight. We kissed deeplyagain and then began to shift and gyrate in the bubbling water, our bodiesco-mingling with squeaky satisfaction. Ultimately, the heat and sweat gotthe best of us and Jim literally stood up with my legs wrapped around hisbody and his cock still deeply embedded in my rear. He carefully leanedback and laid himself out on the deck with me straddling him, fully mountedand drilled from below.

    "God, Jim ? you make me feel so damn alive with lust. I love being yourlover, your son, your boy." These words were imbued with sincerity andmeaning, but were also trigger words of our complimentary fantasy and weboth neared the edge of control, wanting to explode but backing away so asto prolong the powerful pleasure. After a few moments it was clear that thedeck was not the best place to continue our heated sexual gyrations. I gotto 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 plasticchaise-lounge chair where I simply laid down prostrate on my tummy, Jimgently lowered himself upon me and re-inserted his thickness in me. Thefeeling of his wet, sweaty stomach against my back was a blissful reminderof 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 ofbuilding intensity arched his back and slammed his cock to the hilt withinme. 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 excessfrom the gasket of my sphincter and my own cock blasted a huge wad of sementhrough the plastic mesh of the lounger and onto the redwood deck. We laythere together, entangled in a state of after-glow and ecstasy, hisunsheathed cock slowly softening within me and my rear filled with hisenormous warm cum-load.

    After a few moments Jim pulled out and said, "Terry, please don't move amuscle. I'll get a towel for you and I have a special request which I can'texplain, 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 toroll over to see what all the fuss was about but he pressed my shouldersdown and said, "Terry, please don't move. I need you to remain down on yourtummy." Then I felt the tip of a thick rubber butt plug being nudged intomy dripping, cum-filled ass. My anal ring stretched wide and then with anaudible pffftttt, similar to when I backed off Jim's turgid cock, the plugnestled itself home ? the flanged base snugly filling my rear. It feltunexplainably wonderful to have this within me. I could tell my prostatewas being pressed and stimulated and I could still sense the warmth of Jim'scum 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 rearand roll down my leg. Jim reached out again and kissed me ? this time witha romantic embrace.

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

    Then he winked with an understanding that told me he knew of my internalconflict. I felt he would not insinuate himself physically between me andmy marriage, but this experience would surely give me pause to question thatrelationship 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 dinof a trickle of falling water filling the space between us as he held me inhis arms and once again, we deeply kissed.

    Moments later we were in his bed. We were utterly relaxed from our hot tublovemaking and lay in bed fondling. This intimacy was less erotic, butevery bit as memorable and pleasant as our sex in that we could explore andtouch and pleasure each other without the pressure of performance and forme, as a married man, opportunities to simply be loving with another guy arerare. I savored these moments. I realized I still had the latex plug in myrear but it caused no pain and symbolized a kind of submission to Jim. ButI found myself so calm, so serene and relaxed that I literally passed into adreamy sleep.

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

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

    All I could do was purr like a kitten and tighten my sphincter to let himknow of my blissful pleasure at this early morning surprise. I guess I musthave really been exhausted because I hadn't even noticed that he'd removedthe plug he'd inserted after our hot tub session. He also did a thoroughjob of cleaning me with a wet washcloth and had lubed me up liberally beforehaving me for breakfast in bed. He had his arms wrapped around me and atone point he rolled over on his back, clinging tightly to my torso andleaning his head on a pillow as he stroked and fondled my cock. I was inheaven with his thick cock buried in my hole, his masculine arms enfoldingme and his hands massaging my stiffening dick. My body rocked and gyratednestled in the warmth of his and I turned my head to kiss him deeply. Iwiggled, and pumped and bucked while speared on his shaft, like the olive onhis toothpick and after some intensely blissful moments my cock shot like afountain spraying more cum all over my belly. He blasted raw, in my rearonce again and we simply lay in a sweaty satisfied pile as the morningturned to day...

    ***

    After an intense night of powerful sex and an equally mind-blowing morningof me being "breakfast-in-bed," for Jim we simply lazed around his house onSaturday morning. My wife and child were out of town and Jim was for allintents and purposes a divorced man who had found himself free to explorethe fascinating proclivities of his ever-growing attraction to younger men.At 57, he was strikingly handsome with a shock of neatly trimmed white hair,smooth, supple tanned skin for his age, plenty of muscle tone, especially inhis upper body, with a thick, lengthy cock riddled with powerful veins. Whatmade his crotch extra delicious was that he regularly shaved himself of anyexcess crotch hair leaving his plumbing incredibly edible and extremelyenticing. His face was dignified with a strong aquiline nose and high cheekbones and his countenance gave off an air of authority without hiding thetwinkle in his eye and the warmth of his personality.

    After our morning fuck-fest I decided to cook us breakfast; eggs, bacon,toast, juice, strong coffee and some quality time chatting about eachother's background, sexual maturity and explorations in the arousing worldof man to man sex. As we sat there toe-toe, smiling into each other's eyesI asked Jim a pointed question and his reply turned into an extensiverecounting of his inroads into man-toman passion.

    "So Jim, were you into men when you were married?" I said.

    "Oh my; for sure, Terry. To tell you the truth, I've been fantasizingabout cocks and hot times with men since I was a teenager. Actually myfirst experience with a guy was when I was about 16." Jim proceeded to tellme the following tale:

    "I had an older brother who had always wrestled in middle and high schooland he taught me some of what he knew, so I wound up getting involved with aschool wrestling program in the 9th grade. I had a wrestling coach, CoachWilson who was very fatherly and sort of took me under his wing. To tellthe truth, I didn't really have any thoughts or notions of being sexuallyattracted to men at that age as I had barely hit puberty. Long story short,I became sort of a son to Coach Wilson and would hang around after practiceand help him straighten up the gym, put the wrestling mats and gear away anddo simple errands for him."

    "One winter evening, after training all afternoon, Coach Wilson noticed meworking on some defensive techniques and decided to show me a few usefulescape moves. After we'd worked up a pretty good sweat he had me down on myall fours. Of course I was in one of those tight wrestling outfits withhead gear and wrestling shoes and he was in the top position with one handon my elbow and the other wrapped under me, ready to advise me on how toescape. But it was late, and we'd already gone through a bunch of positionswhen all of a sudden I felt Coach Wilson fondling my privates through mytight outfit. He was basically massaging and fondling my balls and cock andit felt so natural and good that I didn't react in shock or disgust. Iremember clearly moaning with pleasure at his touch and the next thing Iknew I was flat on my back in this empty gymnasium with my coach jamming histongue in my mouth, fondling my body and caressing my stiff little cockthrough the fabric of my wrestling outfit."

    "That sounds hot Jim, but also sort of frightening at that age." I said."Well, Terry, Coach Wilson was a handsome man, I'd say about 45 years oldwith a muscle-bound, taught body and as time passed I was really growingcloser to him. When he kissed me, instead of finding it revolting, I foundmyself urgently kissing back. After a while he took me into his office,locked the door and opened up a locked closet he'd converted into a"nap-room," complete with a lamp, recliner and small metal cot.

    I was very nervous, but his way with me was very confident and capable. Iremember him sitting on the cot, with his pants off, just taking in theimage of my sweaty body, his cock stiff with erection as he touched andfondled my dick through the fabric of the outfit and rubbed my balls andthat space between them and my ass. Then he basically tore off the rest ofhis clothes and mine as well and then he pulled me on top of him and pressedour chests and cocks, lips and tongues together. He whispered in my earthat he would never harm me and then he grabbed a tube of lubricant he hadstashed under the cot and began to massage and widen my rear with it.I had never felt anything like that before and it made my own cock dripwith arousal. After he worked on my hole for a good 10 minutes he whisperedin my ear again, `Jim, I am going to put my penis in you. You may feel someinitial discomfort, but I promise you it will subside, and after a fewmoments you are going to feel a sense of pleasure you have never feltbefore. Trust me. You will enjoy it.' Then he raised my legs up and ontohis shoulders and slowly nudged his girth into me. Sure enough, when he wasfully within I thought I was going to pee and poop right then and there. Iremember my eyes got teary from the discomfort, but after a few moments,just as Coach Wilson had promised, the pain turned to an intense feeling ofpleasure and I was soon put in a state of ecstasy with his cock pumping andstretching my ass. No one would ever find us in this room within a lockedroom late after practice and we got even sweatier as he continued to pumpand pound my young, muscular body. Finally, he grasped me tightly andreleased hot cum deep within me and when I felt the warm, wet rush of himinside me I was pushed over the edge and my cock exploded too.Needless to say, I spent many after-practice hours on that cot as CoachWilson's young boy lover. He taught me so much about man to man lust andthank goodness no one ever found out, though our connection lasted throughfour years of High School. And all the while I had a girlfriend and evenwon 4 state wrestling tournaments. I figure if I hadn't been so close toCoach Wilson I would never have become such a good wrestler, and I certainlywouldn't have been so intimate with men, though it's difficult to say forsure?" Ultimately I went to college. I still wrestled and on occasion hadsome interesting man-to-man trysts, but nothing was quite like theconnection I'd had with Coach Wilson. After college I met Mary and figuredI was better off with a regular marriage and family in the eyes of theworld, though my mind still reeled with lustful thoughts of men."I'm amazed at your story Jim! Not only that, but it sounds incrediblyerotic to know that you were attracted to older men the same way that I amto you. I only wish I were that young when I started down this road ? but Iguess that's no big deal." I said. Jim smiled across the table and then Ifelt his foot between my legs, rubbing my crotch. I was in boxer shorts anda t-shirt but his touch got me hard pretty fast. This week without familywas really making me a horn-dogged guy with Jim and I was literally livingout this fantasy with gusto.

    "Terry?' Jim said. "Now that we've got our wits about us, and have eatenand had coffee, I think it's clear that neither of us is sexually sated."He pushed his chair back from the breakfast table and held out his hand. Irose and held out my own which he grasped and then he led me back toward thestairs. As we mounted the stairs he had me lead and then he wrapped one armaround my torso and whispered in my ear, "Terry, I am so glad you spent thenight here and have been my lover. The story I just told you was and servedto get me started down this road. I am wondering if you would humor me andhelp me to relive it here, and now?"

    I replied, "At this point I'd doing anything with you and for you Jim." Isaid. You have brought me to places I'd never imagined sexually and I'd behappy to indulge you."

    He responded, "You are so great Terry. I don't know what I did to deserveyou so late in my life, but I am slowly falling for you... but have noworries, I may ruin you for a week, but I won't ruin your life, family andmarriage. And besides, I have a pretty good notion that you've beenenjoying our connection.. wink wink?"

    I said, "So what did you have in mind Jim? How do you want to relive thisfantasy of yours?"

    We'd reached the top of the stairs and entered Jim's bedroom again when Jimsaid, "Terry, take off your boxers and t-shirt and go in the bathroom. Inthe bottom drawer of the cabinet you will find some special clothing. I'dreally like it if you would try putting them on and then come back to mehere in bed?"

    I did what I was asked to do by Jim and a few moments later I returned tohim at his bedside. I was surprised that he had sort of set me up but inthe same light I was happy to share in his fantasy. When I returned to himI was wearing a tight fitting maroon wrestling tunic with white piping,along with calf high wrestling shoes that seemed to fit perfectly along withmatching headgear complete with ear protection and a chin strap with chincup. For obvious reasons my cock was turgid with arousal inside this outfitand as weird as it seemed, I was utterly aroused to be Jim's young fuck-boyprot?g?. It felt kinky and odd, but also great to be the subject of Jim'soddly formed desire.

    Moments later we were wrestling on the floor and Jim's hands were all overme, fondling, cuddling, caressing and groping me. While we tussled Jimstroked my cock, ass and chest. He repeatedly bit my nipples and pinned meon my back jamming his tongue in my mouth as he forced me to the mat. Ididn't' expect him to get so physical, but I decided to let him live out hisdesires since he'd been so loving and generous to me up to now.

    Before I was officially pinned I decided to be playful so I arched my backand managed to toss him off me. Moments later he was back on me with avengeance and had me on my tummy, pulling back the tight nylon tunic fabricdown around my ass crack.. Then I basically gave up resisting as heaggressively forced his tongue in my rear, wriggling it about with glee andcausing my cock to stiffen with intense arousal. Sweat was building upunder my headgear and I basically just lay back and submitted to his kinkyfantasies. It felt incredible having my ass chewed and licked by Jim and Imelted with his dominant, coach-like touch.

    "Terry, `Son", you are making me hot with this. Thanks for helping merelive a formative youthful digression ? albeit with the roles reversed... Iwant you now to get up, remove your tunic, but keep that head gear and theshoes on and go lay down there in my bed with a pillow wadded up under yourtummy. Will you do this for me son?"

    I smiled, anxious to be the recipient of Jim's lovemaking once again."You're a kinky old man Jim, and I love it when you call me `son.' Ofcourse I will, "Daddy." I immediately got to my feet, removed the no damptunic from my glistening sweaty body and lay down in his big king sized bedwith a pillow wadded up under me and my saliva lubed rear raised and readyfor his attention. We were both panting with lust and our skin was dampfrom the intensity of our contact. My rear was slick with his oral probingand I had clearly grown a bit more accustomed to the girth of his beautifulcock after the several sessions of last night and this morning.

    He slipped in fairly easily and once again I clenched and squeezed hisshaft with my anal ring, telling him of my desire for his penetration. Hefucked me hard rendering me helpless by placing my upper body in a fullnelson and grasping the ear covers of the headgear. Our sweat coveredbodies grew moister and the contact of his body against my back made me leakwith desire. He stiffened his restrictive hold on my neck, arms andshoulders as he jerked and pumped my rear with reckless abandon. He bit myneck and ears and whispered, "I love you son," repeating it like a mantrauntil his back arched and I felt his thickness once again violently explodewithin my rear; excess cum spurting out the side of my hole from theintensity of his lust. I was in a state of erotic release and I stained thebed sheets with a huge blast of my own. Once again we lay there inpost-coital bliss, kissing and caressing till his shaft softened and fellfrom my over-worked love hole.

    The pleasure of the shared after-glow with Jim was beginning to ruin me.The terse, rapid, relatively slap-bang sexual encounters I'd been having inthe recent past with my wife paled by comparison. These experiences withJim were intense, robust, erotic and fully realized. I loved being able tosatisfy one of his fantasies and I hoped that perhaps he had other's that Imight have a hand in recreating for him within the next week...



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