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Angel
It was a dreary but busy winter in 2013.
I had just finished installing an exhibit of my new paintings at my New York gallery and attended the opening and events around it. It was time for a break, and one was coming up soon. Months ago, I had planned for this time and booked a week at my favorite gay resort: a week in the sun and, if the past was any indication, lots of hot sex. My week there --- the second week of March --- happened to coincide with spring break at a lot of colleges, and again, if my experience was an indication, the town would be filled with college boys out for a good time.
To top it all, I was going to be celebrating my 55th birthday in a little over a month, so this trip was a bit of a present to myself. At almost 55, I looked pretty good --- at least that's what my friends and partners in bed said. In 1998, when I turned forty, I had given myself a present I always wanted: a defined, muscular body that would be a gay-man magnet. I worked really hard with a trainer for a few months to do that, and then spent the year I turned 40 having sex with more than 1000 men [see my stories about that year, titled One Thousand Men, about how I managed to do that].
Since then, I had a routine to keep in shape, and though I now had gray hair, and a few more lines in my face, as well as a little smoothing out of my six-pack, I had maintained my physique and was having no trouble attracting sex partners of all ages. A plus was that I was the fantasy of lot of younger guys fixated on daddies.
I checked in to the resort on Saturday. I had a room down a short outdoor hallway from the pool, and a small private patio with a hot tub big enough to squeeze four men into. That night, after a dinner out with a thirty-something couple from the resort, we ended back in their room for a lively three-way. They asked me to spend the night, but I was tired from a day of travel and so demurred. I knew they would be there for a week too, so there would be other opportunities.
I was looking forward to Tuesday which would feature one of the resort's periodic Speedo parties. While you weren't required to wear a Speedo, just about everyone did. Though I have several swimsuits, when I go to this place all I take are Speedos in several colors and a couple of styles. The one I planned to wear on Tuesday was a pale blue one that was cut so that it curved down in a gentle V at the waist, like a directional signal. It was just large enough to contain my hard cock. By Tuesday, I figured I should have the start of a good tan to contrast with the light blue Speedo.
The Tuesday party started at five with a happy hour, then a dinner buffet and DJ. Day guests were welcome for a reasonable fee, and college boys got in free with a college ID.
A little after five, I went to the lobby to get some fresh poppers from the vending machine there and there at the front desk was a group of three college boys getting day passes and lockers for the party. Two of the boys were about six-feet tall and had athletic bodies like regular college guys. The third one was about 5'8" and had the muscular body of a gymnast: big chest and arms, narrow waist, meaty thighs and a nice tight butt. He had black hair and an olive complexion, and when he turned to look at me, he had the angelic baby-face of a fifteen-year-old.
He stared at me just a little too long and unconsciously licked his lips, before smiling and going back to the check-in process of giving the resort his ID and getting a Tyvek wrist-band that indicated that he was twenty-one ("Fake ID!", I said to myself.) Before I left the lobby, he turned toward me once more, letting me see his beautiful body in a tank top, shorts and flip-flops, a back-pack slung over his shoulder. He was clearly cruising me, and I smiled to myself that the old magic was still there.
Out on the patio, I got a drink at the bar and sat down next to a guy I had met on Sunday, a man about my age, a little overweight, but a lot of fun in bed. We had enjoyed a couple of hours together on Sunday afternoon, and he, like me, was looking forward to the promise of some hot times tonight. He was a good conversationalist. He owned his own business, an agency for writers, and had a decent stable of authors. I enjoyed hearing his stories, because his field was rather like mine in a lot of respects: creative personalities --- some nice, some with big egos --- and publishers who could be generous and supportive to their writers, or sharks who tried to do whatever they could do to their own advantage. We had some good laughs comparing his work with my experiences with galleries and other art-world denizens.
While we were talking, my baby-faced gymnast came out of the locker area with his two friends. He was wearing a white Speedo, and stared a little too long at me once again and then, with his two buddies, dived in and started horsing around in the pool with some of the other college boys who had come to the Speedo party. My cock was hardening a bit from watching all those young bodies cavorting in the water, their muscles flexing, and their skin glistening in the late-afternoon sun.
I needed to replenish my drink, and as I walked up to the bar, baby-face climbed out of the pool and walked to the bar at the same time. He got to the bar just behind me, and when Jimmy, the bartender, said "Another G&T, John?" I nodded yes.
"I'd like one too," said Baby Face.
I turned around to greet his wide smile, full of perfect white teeth. "I'll get these. Room 14 Jimmy, OK?"
"Got it John," he replied.
"Hey thanks, John" Baby Face said. "You didn't have to do that!"
I nodded in the direction of my table and we started walking back there together. My friend had decamped to the company of another man. When he saw me with Baby Face he knew there was no hope for him with me tonight.
"Consider it a contribution to the scholarship fund," I said. "You know my name, so why don't you tell me yours, since you have been cruising me all evening." I knew that would embarrass him but I couldn't help myself.
"Angel," he said, blushing a deeply as his olive complexion would allow.
"Your parents couldn't have chosen better," I said. He looked a little confused, and I continued, "Well, you've got a man's body, but one of the sweetest boy's faces I have seen in a long time," I said. "Kinda unusual name for an American boy."
"My dad is Mexican," he said. "He's Angel too --- he pronounces it `Ahn-hel' --- but try to get your teachers and friends to say it right and eventually you have to give up, so I'm Angel, not Ahn-hel. And I get kidded a lot about my face too, but I guess you can guess that most bullies don't want to mess with me."
"Yeah, I can see that," I said. And then: "But what would you do if I wanted to mess with you?" I couldn't resist the rather corny come-on. I put my arm around his waist and let it drift down to his firm little ass as we neared my table. He didn't resist me at all. We sat down next to each other facing the pool.
"Well," he said, "I'd just roll over. I know when I'm licked."
I put my hand on his and placed it on my thigh. "Since you've been eyeing me all night, what's so interesting?" I asked, smirking a bit.
"Well, John, I guess I kinda have a thingÉ." his voice trailed off.
"You kinda have a thing? What kinda thing would that be?" I asked, barely audible, almost whispering in his ear.
"Ya knowÉ." he said softly, his voice trailing off again.
I was having too much fun playing this game, though it might have been at his expense just a bit. "Hey, Angel, I'm clueless. Maybe because I'm so old. Alzheimers maybe?" I joked.
"Oh, no," he protested, "I mean you're not old. You're about forty, aren't you?" he said. "I mean, I really like guys who are older than me, ya know. Daddy types, I guess."
Well, he was finally out with it.
"Hey, Angel, I've just been fucking with you," I said. "I'm not so clueless as I make out. And you're not the first young man who has fixated on me. Forty? I'm flattered, but I won't tell you the truth yet. So, getting back to what I said before, would you like to me to mess around with you a little?"
"Only a little?" he said, grinning a wide grin that showed off those fabulous teeth.
"So, how about some dinner? We have to get to know each other better before, well, messing around" I said. "C'mon," and I got up to head over to the buffet which had just opened.
We loaded up our plates, and I noticed his two friends in animated conversation with the 30-something couple I had spent time with on Saturday. "It looks like your friends have found some fun for the night," I said, judging from the body language of the two older guys that I had drawn the right conclusion. "I had a hot 3-way with them on Saturday. But four is better than three, don't you think?"
Sheepishly he replied "I've never done more than one guy at once."
"Well, tonight might not be the time to start," I said, "but the week is still young. Are you here all week?"
"Yeah," he said. "We leave late next Saturday."
We went back to my table with our food and a couple of beers, and while we ate I learned about him: that he was a freshman at a medium-sized midwestern university; that he grew up in a Chicago suburb; he had turned 19 in January; yes, his ID was fake; yes, he was surprised that anyone believed that it was real; he was on the college gymnastics team and had managed to make varsity in his freshman year; that he didn't know yet what he was going to major in; that he had two brothers and two sisters and he was in the middle; that his father was a doctor and his mother an business executive; that he had come out when he was fifteen and it was OK with his family; that he got into gymnastics, martial arts, and building up his body in high school to counter the anti-gay bullies at school; that he had had a couple of boyfriends in high school but none yet at college, though he had hooked up with a few guys there; yes, with his body it was easy to find gay partners and that he had even had a couple of dates with older men --- daddies --- arranged through a website; and so onÉ.
I told him about my life as an artist. That I lived in Philly and owned a small loft building where I lived and had my studio; that I had had several boyfriends but none at present; that I was about to turn 55 ("No way!!" Angel said); that I was out to my family, friends and professional contacts, but came off as straight in my everyday life; that I liked all types of men and was completely versatile; that I was at the resort for the week and had planned as many activities and sexual adventures as I could fit in during that time.
It was close to eight now, the sun had set, and there were low lights on around the pool and patio. We could see other guys pairing up for an hour, or the night, and Angel's friends stopped by to say that they were going to party with the 30-something guys and they would catch up with him tomorrow. The DJ had started doing his thing and there were several men dancing in a cleared area on the other side of the pool.
I went to the bar and got us another beer. I turned my chair to face him and as we clinked our beer bottles. I put my hand gently on his thigh and said softly, leaning forward so just he could hear me, "You want to take a soak in the hot tub?"
"YeahÉ" he replied.
I moved my hand higher until it was just below his balls, and I rubbed his skin gently as he opened his legs to me. "Public or private?" I asked, pushing my hand up a little so that it rested gently against his balls. He did a little quick intake of his breath.
"What do you mean?" he whispered. Our mouths were only inches apart now.
"There's the public tub over thereÉ." I indicated with a nod of my head "É.or there's the one in my room," and I moved my fingers up to gently brush against the erection that had pushed itself up toward one of his hips, making an obvious ridge in his Speedo. My own cock was now hard and doing the same thing in mine.
"Your room?" he whispered as I let my fingers play over his cock.
"You heard right," I said. "You wanna go?"
"Uh huh," he whispered back, flashing a big smile.
We picked up our beers, and walked off to my room, our hard cocks visible to everyone who wanted to look. Modesty at this resort is not a virtue.
"Wow, this is beautiful!" Angel said when we walked in. The resort had rooms at several price-points, some very small (but who cares as long as the bed is big enough), some with a shared bath, etc. I had opted for one of the more luxe ones, a spacious room, a shower with two shower heads, and a small private patio with a hot tub/Jacuzzi.
I took Angel's hand and led him out to the hot tub and climbed in. He climbed in the other side and we sat facing each other, our knees nearly touching. I pushed the button for the Jacuzzi. I slid one leg forward so that it was pressing against one of his. "I love the quiet here," I said, "and the warm water is like a caress, isn't it?"
"Yeah," he said and slid forward a little to give our legs more contact.
"So, Angel, what do you like to do?" I asked.
"I dunno," he said, "I guess anything." Like some young guys, he was a bit shy about talking about sex with an older man.
"Be careful what you ask for," I said jokingly. "Seriously, what is your experience? Are you a top? Bottom? Vers?"
"I really haven't had a lot of experience," he said.
"Really?" I said. "You said you had had boyfriends and hooked up with some guys online. What did you do?"
"In high school we mostly gave each other hand-jobs and did some oral. I fucked one of my boy-friends once, but we really didn't know about getting ourselves cleaned out, or how to do it so that the pain wasn't bad. One of my hook-up daddies fucked me, and it was really painful at first, but after he had been doing it a while, I was able to relax a bit and it felt better. I think I'm more of a bottom, at least that is what I think about when I'm jerking off, but I need someone to help me get to where it is enjoyable."
"HmmmÉ.maybe I can help out there," I said, moving my foot up so that it lightly caressed his erection in his Speedo.
I pushed my own Speedo off, and put it on the edge of the tub. "C'mon, Angel, lose the Speedo and slide over here."
He eagerly complied and scooted over next to me. I put an arm around his shoulder, feeling the hard muscles of his deltoids and traps, and pulled him close. I said softly "Can I kiss you, Angel?"
"Uh-huh," he whispered and our lips met softly. We kissed like that for a couple of minutes while our hands explored each other. His body was naturally smooth, except for silky black hair on his legs. While I have a thin layer of fat over my torso, smoothing out the hills and valleys of my muscles a little, his skin stretched taught over his muscles, defining them. Even though he was not flexing them they were firm and taught. He was not overly bulked up like some body builders. He had it just right to do gymnastics, but not so that extra muscle would get in the way while executing his routines.
Our tongues started exploring each other's mouths, and I found his right nipple with my hand and started to gently massage it. Some guys are turned on by nipple play, and for others it leaves them cold. He responded with a quick intake of breath and then a long sigh.
Our mouths parted and we flicked our tongues together, feeling the strength of our tongue tips and imagining how they would feel working on cocks or ass-holes. My hand slowly drifted down his six-pack, exploring the hills and valleys, stopping just above his pubes. He was following my lead, apparently enjoying the hair that covered my chest and abs. I'm far from an otter, but I do have some nice chest hair that I keep trimmed so that it spreads out over my pecs from the center.
I slowly moved my hand down his side and let it caress his hip and lightly drift down the outside of his thick, muscular thigh to his knee and then over to the inside, moving slowly up, lightly rubbing, caressing him until it came to rest just touching his balls. I stretched my fingers out and let them play lightly over his balls. They were smooth and I guessed he shaved them, and they were a nice size, not too big to get in my mouth at the same time, but not small either. At my touch, he breathed a quick intake of breath and whispered, "Of fuck, John, that feels so good. Please don't stop."
We kept kissing, and feeling each other's bodies, for now staying away from our throbbing cocks. I loved how responsive he was in my arms, like a good dancer who knows intuitively how to follow your moves. That's not all that common. A lot of guys rush things and don't want to prolong the foreplay, which I think makes the hard sex that follows so much more mind-blowing. I whispered to him, "You're such a beautiful man, Angel."
"And you're like a dream come true for me," he said. "I mean, I have always had fantasies about making love with an older man, but I always thought that I would have to settle for someone with a beer belly, someone who is soft and saggy. You have a body like my coach, but he's like, maybe thirty-three. Why are you like that?"
"It's a long story, and it can wait until later," I said. "Let's just enjoy this time together, OK?"
"Uh-huh," he murmured.
We went back to kissing and exploring each other's bodies. I started by lightly caressing his balls with just the lightest touch of my fingertips, and he willingly spread his legs more, lifting one leg and putting it over mine. That gave me easy access to his ass and I let my fingers slowly wander down behind his balls, over his taint, until they were close to his ass. I let them slowly circle around his hole, without touching it, gradually moving closer and closer until I let my middle finger lightly move to the center of it and lightly twirl around.
"Oh, fuck," he whispered. "Oh, God, John, I want you so bad."
"And I want you too Angel. But I like to take my time."
"If I don't die firstÉ." he gasped, kissing me harder, pushing his tongue into my mouth farther. Well, you expect a little melodrama from time to time with a 19-year-old, I guess.
I moved my hand away from his ass, and cupped his balls, feeling their weight, squeezing them just enough to give him pleasure, but not enough to be at all painful. Then, slowly, slowly, I lightly stroked his balls and starting moving my finger-tips up so that they slowly began to ascend his hard cock, touching him as lightly as a feather, causing him to gasp more. "OoohhhÉ.fuck," he whispered, shivering just a little as my fingers worked their magic on his hard cock. "I'm so fucking excited, I'll cum if you aren't careful," he warned.
I was not all that concerned. I have never met a kid his age who could not cum a few times in quick succession, so whenever it happened, it was probably not going to spell the end of our evening together. Angel had an average cock, about 6" long and just the right thickness. I could close my thumb and forefinger around it so that when they touched, they were only lightly touching his cock. I did that and slowly moved them up and down, just barely stroking him. He kissed me more passionately, moaning and sighing. I thought `If he's this turned on now, what's gonna happen when I suck him? Or when we fuck?'
While I was caressing his cock, he was following what I was doing to him on my own cock. "Geez you're big," he whispered, as he felt my dimensions.
"Not big enough to win any size contests, but maybe big enough to give you some extra pleasure," I said.
After we had been making out for about 20 minutes, with me working lightly on his cock for maybe ten of them, I said, "Why don't you sit up on the edge of the tub? I want to get a look at you,"
He hoisted himself out of the water and sat om the edge, his shoulders and torso muscles flexing as he did so. I imagined him doing a routine on the pommel horse and how all those muscles would work together to do that. Up on the edge, he leaned back against the building wall and spread his legs. His cock was pointing straight up. It had an appealing upward curve, and had that fresh look I like so much on young men. He was cut, about 6" long and average width. All-in-all a great cock in my book.
I moved around to face him, kneeling on the bottom of the tub with my head about even with his crotch. I reached up and put my hands on his muscular thighs, running them up slowly on the inside to just below his balls, and then over the top to his thighs, up past his waist to feel his lats fanning out from his back just under his arms, and them moving them over to his smooth chest, and finding both nipples. I started working his nipples softly between my thumbs and forefingers. "Oh, shit, John, pleaseÉ." he said softly.
I kept it up while I started kissing up the insides of one thigh and then the other. My own thighs are exquisitely sensitive on the insides, and from his moans and gasps, his appeared to be too. I kept kissing, and licking too, until I reached his balls. My tongue darted out and flicked against them, first on one side and then the other. "Oh, GoddddÉ." he gasped as I started kissing all over his balls and then took one of them in my mouth, softly rolling it around and getting it soaked with my saliva. I then did his other ball for a few minutes, while I moved my hands down over his abs, feeling the firm muscle under the smooth skin, until I got just above his cock, and then slowly moved them up again to work his nipples some more.
"John, I'm not sure how much longer I can last," he said under his breath.
"Try getting your mind somewhere else to help you hold off," I said.
"Somewhere else?" he asked.
"Yeah," I replied. "When I am super excited and want it to last longer without blowing my load, I sometimes do multiplication in my head, like this: 2, 4, 8, 16, 32, 128, 256, 1024, É. Like that. Don't you ever do that when your edging yourself?" I asked, an went back to working on his balls, and caressing his torso.
Finally, it was time to go for the big event. I let my tongue softly wander up his cock, kissed the tip, and went back down again. I felt his cock stiffen even more as I worked it, and his moans and gasps got shorter and tenser. I did that about three times, kissing the tip each time.
Finally, I opened my mouth and took his cock in to the base, working so that I barely touched him. When I got there, I slowly closed my lips around his hardness, and let my tongue move up against the sensitive spot just under the head, and then applied some sucking pressure, sucking and releasing, sucking and releasing without moving up and down at all.
"Oh, fuck, John, I'm so closeÉ." he whispered.
On the edge of the hot tub, earlier in the evening, I had put a bottle of lube and my new bottle of poppers. I thought I would add a little additional stimulation as well as find out something about his top-bottom preferences at the same time.
Pausing my sucking, I got some lube on my middle finger, and went back to softly sucking him, slowly moving my mouth up and down as I twirled my finger around his hole and then slowly started to push it in.
He did a sharp intake of breath as my finger entered him. "Shit, I don't know how much longer I can hold it," he said.
I gave him the bottle of poppers and said "Have you tried these?"
"No, what are they?" he said.
"Poppers," I said. "They relax you but make you feel incredibly horny and give you a super orgasm if you do them just before you cum," I said.
"Are they safe?" he asked. "I don't like doing drugs."
"Unless you're taking Viagra or have a heart condition, you'll be fine. They're not addictive," I answered. "Here's what you do," and I opened the bottle and took a deep whiff on each nostril, then handed them to him. "Let me work your cock a little more, and when you feel you can't hold back anymore, do what I just did. It will feel fantastic."
And so I went back to sucking him again, slowly moving down, them up, then down, then up, and down once more when he said, "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," and he took two deep inhales on the bottle.
His body stiffened and I felt his abs contract and his thighs moved in and he locked his legs around me as. "Oh, fuuuccckkkÉ." he gasped as his cock started shooting his hot cum into my eager mouth. My finger in his ass found his prostate and gently massaged it. Then I wrapped my other arm around his waist, and pushed my head all the way down after the first couple of shots and held him there sucking in and out, caressing him with my tongue, as he emptied his load and I swallowed it down. I kept sucking him as the jerking of his cock in my mouth gradually subsided and his body gradually untensed and relaxed. And I kept sucking him until he protested "Fuck, John, I'm so sensitive it almost hurts," and gently pushed my head up off his still-hard cock. "I'm really sorry, John," he said.
"For what?" I asked, looking up and smiling at him.
"I dunno," he said, "I just didn't mean to come so soon. I wanted it to last longer."
He gently slipped back into the hot tub and I put my arm around his shoulder and kissed him for a couple of minutes.
"Hey, Angel, no problem. Aren't we just getting started? There is plenty of the night left for us to take our time, that is, unless you have a hot date with someone else," I said, smirking at him.
"You're my hot date," he whispered in my ear. "I just want to please you now," he said.
"You are pleasing me," I said. "It's not just about orgasms. I really enjoyed giving you so much pleasure just now, and I'm guessing that you're gonna be good for more, right?"
"Oh yeah," he said. "What's next?"
"Let's get out of the hot tub, dry off, and take this to the bed," I said.
"OK," he said and climbed out of the tub, once again showing off his muscular body, erection and all. He started drying off and I followed him out, getting dry and grabbing the lube and poppers as we walked into the bedroom.
Once there, I fell on the bed on my back and motioned to him. "Come here, baby," I said and he scrambled into my arms and we kissed passionately again. His body against mine felt fantastic. His chest was against mine, his leg was thrown over mine, and his hand closed around my hard cock as we kissed. Just as I had enjoyed the soft, overweight body of my new friend on Sunday, I loved to feel Angel's tight muscular body against mine, to enjoy his smaller size, which I knew would be hot to lift and push into whatever position I desired.
We lay kissing and whispering to each other for perhaps ten minutes. Then he propped himself up on an arm next to me and whispered "I want to pleasure you John. What do you want me to do?"
"Angel, whatever gives you pleasure is what I want. So what do YOU want to do?"
"Well, of course, I want to suck you, like you did meÉ."
"And?...."
"Well, I dream about bottoming when I'm jerking off, but the time I tried it it hurt so much, I'm just not sure," he said.
"Angel, I can't guarantee that it won't hurt at all, but I can do this: I can take it slow, and give you time to get used to each thing before we go further. And if you don't like something you just say the word and I'll stop, OK?"
"You're just so big, John, I wonder if it will hurt like that guy I told you about. He was pretty big too."
"Well, Angel, I won't win any size prizes --- there are a lot men out there who are much bigger than I am --- but if you will trust me, I think that you'll have a really good time learning to bottom."
"I want to suck you like you did me," he said and scooted down on the bed between my legs. I pushed myself up and put a couple of pillows against the headboard so that I was sitting up to watch him as we worked me orally.
He followed the play-book of what I had done to him, though he couldn't get as much of me into his mouth, and a few times his teeth got in the way. After all, he was a lot newer to this game that I was, and I'm sure that a lot of my early suckees got some teeth-scraping along with a blowjob.
I am, of course, much more experienced that he was, but also, as you get older, you tend to last longer in sexual encounters without cumming so soon. I really enjoyed watching his eagerness as he sucked and licked my hard cock, feeling my body as I did him, and sometimes coming up for a kiss.
After a while, he paused, and I pulled him up so that we were lying chest to chest, our hard cocks pressing against each other between us. "Shit, you have me so excited again, John, I hope I don't cum again too soon."
"Don't worry, baby," I said, "if you feel like it, go ahead. We still have all night, don't we?"
"Yeah, I guess," he said, and we went back to playing tongue wrestling.
While we were making out like that, I reached down and moved my cock down so that it was under his balls and rubbing against his ass as we writhed together on the bed. "Your cock feels so good rubbing on my ass," he said.
"So, Angel, do you want to try bottoming again?"
"Yeah, John, you have me so turned on, I can't wait to try it again."
"This is what I'm thinking, Angel: If you want to ride me you will be in control. You can take it as fast or slow as you want. You can put as much of my cock in you as you want. If you have any pain, you can stop when you want and let it go away, or adjust what you're doing. If it works good for you, we can try other positions later, and we can discover what else you might like, OK?"
"Yeah, John, that sounds great. What should I do to start?"
"Well, Angel, the first thing that's important is to be clean inside. I did that before the party started. What about you?
He was sheepish, but he said shyly, "I don't know what to do to do that, John."
"OK," I said, "it's pretty easy. If you go into the bathroom, next to the toilet you'll see a small faucet with a thin hose connected to it and a plastic tip. You can wet the tip with some saliva and it should slip into your ass easily. Then turn on the water until you feel full. Turn it off, take the tip out of your ass, and sit on the toilet for a minute or two. You'll have a strong urge to poop, and when you do you'll get out the residual stuff that is in your rectum. If you do it a second time, you'll be nice and clean, OK? Then if you want, you can take a quick shower and you'll be squeeky clean."
"OK, John," he said and disappeared into the bathroom. About 15 minutes later he came out with a smile on his face and a hard on pointing the way.
"You enjoyed that, right?" I said, smiling and nodding at his erection.
"Yeah, I guess," he said.
"OK, next," I said, "I want us to be safe. I'm HIV negative and I can show you my last test report if you want, and I'm also taking PreP, so we should be fine without a condom if you're OK with that. If you want me to use a condom, I'm totally OK with that. I want you to be comfortable, not just do something because you think you have to."
"Actually, before this trip I got a test from Student Health and they prescribed PreP for me too, and I've been taking it for a week already, so I am OK."
"So Angel, let's start getting you ready for me. You'll end up riding me, but I want to start with something else first.
"Like what, John?" he asked.
"Have you been rimmed before?" I asked.
"No. I've wanted to be, but none of my partners would do it."
"You're in luck, because I happen to love rimming, and you will wonder how something so wonderful never happened to you before," I said. "Lie down next to me on your stomach."
He did as I asked and raised his hands over his head on the bed. I straddled his legs and looked at his beautiful, muscular back, his narrow waist, his wide lats and strong arms, the two cords of muscle on either side of his spine, and the firm buns. He didn't have a bubble-butt but rather a slim, muscular ass. I bent over and kissed his neck and let my hands play over his shoulders and down his arms, then moved them to his back and gently massaged his shoulders.
My own cock was raging hard, just from looking at this specimen of manhood, and I feared that I might not last that long when things really got heavy. I moved my hands down his back, over those two cords of muscle and massaged his buns. He sighed happily and pushed his ass up at me.
Then I pushed his legs apart and knelt between them to kiss his buns, and run my hands up the insides of his thighs. I kissed all around his ass, spreading his cheeks apart and moving closer and closer to the prize between them. He smelled clean and slightly soapy from his shower, and his ass was completely, naturally hairless.
As I kissed closer and closer, he pushed his ass up, arching his back, meeting my mouth. My tongue darted out and started to lick all around his hole, and then moved into the center, kissing, licking, pushing my tongue-tip into his anus. I helped him out by getting my arms under his legs, around his hips and over his lower back so that his position was supported by me.
He moaned and sighed. "I never knew anything like this could feel so good, JohnÉ." He said, pushing back at me as I tongue-fucked him.
"Yeah, it feels great, doesn't it?" I said. "Maybe you can return the favor later, huh?"
"MmmmmmÉ." he responded.
I kept rimming him for about fifteen minutes, him squirming and moaning and going crazy as I periodically reached under his balls and stroked his hard cock until he told me to stop because he was too sensitive. I repeated that a few times and then moved up to kissing him on the neck again and whisper to him "Are you ready to ride me?" as my hard cock slowly moved back and forth between his buns.
"Oh yeah, John" he said, and turned his head sideways to kiss me.
I climbed off his back and lay down next to him. He got up and straddled me and bent over to kiss me. I ran my hands up over his smooth muscled body and murmured "Fuck, Angel, you're so hot. Do you like this as much as I do?"
"Fuck, yeah. I want to do it all night with you!"
"OK, we'll see about that," I said, with a big smile. "Now this is what you want to do. Get that bottle of lube off the side table there, and lube up my cock and your ass."
He squirted a big dollop on his hand and lubed his ass, and then another dollop and did my cock. "Your cock is beautiful and really hard, but it is pretty big," he said.
"Don't worry," I said, "you are in control. Don't think about pleasing me. Just think about making it work for you. If you are happy, I'll be happy too. Now, get the bottle of poppers off the table and take a deep inhale on each side. It will relax you and make you feel really good when I'm inside you."
He did as I told him, and then I said, "OK, now reach around and hold my cock so it is right at your hole, then just slowly sit back and take as much of me in at a time feels comfortable for you."
He held my cock and I felt it slowly push into his ass, pass his outer sphincter. He paused to let himself get used to the feeling. "Are you OK?" I asked.
"Yeah, it feels really big, but it doesn't hurt too much. How does it feel to you?" he asked.
"It feels perfect, Angel," I said and I sat up so that I could kiss him, before lying back again. He kept sitting back until I pushed through his inner sphincter and then paused again. "Does that hurt a little more" I asked.
"Yeah, just a little, but the pain is going away now and it is beginning to feel really good," he said.
"OK, just take things at your own pace," I said.
He took another minute or two before my cock was into him balls-deep and he bent forward to kiss me deeply. Then he started his ride. He pushed himself up on his thighs --- I had my hands on them feeling their strength as he moved up and then down. He picked up some speed, and started moaning as he closed his eyes and threw his head back and rode me, up and down, swiveling his hips forward and back and in a spiral, and trying everything he could think of as he rode.
"John, this feels so good. I'm gonna cum soon," he said. Neither of us had been touching his cock.
"I'm close too," I said. "When you're gonna shoot, take another whiff of the poppers and give them to me," I said.
Another couple of strokes on my cock, and he opened the poppers, took a couple of deep hits and handed them to me. A few seconds later his cock --- untouched during the whole ride --- erupted onto my chest, and the contractions of his cumming set me off in his ass. I had been building up for a long time since I first met him and so my orgasm was explosive. I sat up and pulled him to my chest, and we kissed deeply as my cum flooded inside him.
We held each other for what seemed like a long time, but was probably only a few minutes, kissing and whispering to each other. Finally, he dismounted, and lay down next to me, his head on my shoulder and his hand on my chest. I reached over to the bedside table and got a small towel and wiped the cum off my chest and used it to clean up my cock too. He was still hard --- does he ever NOT have an erection? I wondered --- and we just both enjoyed the afterglow of our fuck quietly before falling asleep for an hour or so.
I woke up because I had to pee, and when I got back he was awake too. "John, that was fucking amazing!" he said. "It only hurt a little at the beginning and then it felt so good --- better than I had ever imagined it was gonna be. Will you fuck me again?"
"HmmmÉ.I'll have to think about that," I said , jokingly. "Do you want to spend the night with me?"
"Oh, fuck, yes!" he said.
"Well then, we need to go to the front desk and check you out before you turn into a pumpkin, and I need to let them know I have a guest for the night," I said.
He leaped out of bed and quickly pulled on his damp Speedo, and I got on a pair of shorts and flip-flops --- no underwear or shirt Ð and we went to get his stuff out of his locker and for me to add him, for a modest fee, to my room for the night.
Back in the room, we were quickly at it again, this time we started out with me fucking him from behind, then on his back. We took a break for a beer and to watch some porn, and I then got him to fuck me on my back. It was amazing to see his fantastic muscles working as he did it.
We lay in bed just talking for an hour or so, and I asked him about his gymnastics. He got some videos on YouTube up on my computer of him doing a pommel-horse routine and ring exercises. His skills were amazing. Then we fucked yet again before falling asleep in the wee hours.
I woke up early as I usually do, and I was spooning him, with my hand around his chest. My cock quickly hardened and started to push at his ass. He slowly woke up and responded to me. I pulled his leg up and my hard cock found his hole --- still with lube from last night --- and pushed into him. We slowly fucked on out sides has he turned his head over his shoulder to me and met my lips. I reached under his leg and found his hard cock, and stroked him in time to my fucking, and a half-minute later he came hard, with my climax following a couple of minutes behind.
We cuddled a while, fell back to sleep for an hour and then got up, showered and went out to the pool for the morning breakfast buffet. His two friends were there with the 30-somethings and we all sat down together and enjoyed recounting our sexcapades of the night.
Before Angel and his friends had to head off for some planned activities, I pulled him aside and said "Angel, that was a truly wonderful night. The best I have had in a long time. I would like to see more of you before you go back to school, if you're cool with that."
"John, I'd love to spend the whole week with you," he said.
"Angel, that would be great, but there is a whole world out there waiting for you, and you shouldn't limit yourself. How about we get together Friday? We can do some kayaking in the morning, have lunch somewhere in town, then there's a day sail I can book us for in the afternoon, we can have a nice dinner out and have the night together before you have to go home on Saturday, OK?"
"I'd love that John," he said, so we traded phone numbers and decided to stay in touch before Friday.
Friday was a memorable day, and our night did not include much sleeping, I have to admit. We stayed in touch after our vacation, and late in April he called to say that his gymnastics team would be in Philly in a few days. They had qualified for the east-coast finals and he had a night there. Would I be free?
Dumb question!