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Bryan's Flower Delivery
I'm 52 and get together a couple of times a month to play with a hot young guy who is into daddies. I met him online about a year ago. Bryan is 29, blond and blue-eyed, and has a lean, muscular, defined body and a beautiful cut cock. I'm a lucky guy!
Sometimes we make love and split and other times he stays for a few hours or overnight and we talk. He's a great conversationalist and storyteller. Bryan told me this story:
I was going to school at San Francisco State. I had come out early in my freshman year, and San Francisco is a great place to be queer, even if you're too young to get into the bars--not that that stopped me from trying and sometimes succeeding. The summer of my freshman year, the last thing I wanted to do was to go home to my smallish town and live with my parents until my sophomore year started. I had been working out four times a week at the gym, and my body was getting to be something of a head-turner. I was developing the body I have now, and it was helping a lot with my sex life. I wanted to put it to maximum use that summer.
So, I enrolled in summer school to get ahead on some courses toward my major, and to take a couple of things that I wouldn't be able to fit in during the academic year. My parents were glad I was so studious (if only they knew what I was doing when I was not in school!). To help out my finances, I got a job delivering flowers for a florist in the Castro, SF's gay Mecca, mostly on the weekends. The pay sucked, but I got some very good tips. On Saturdays and Sundays I would bike from SF State, over the mountain to the Castro, and my thighs would really show it by the end of the summer.
Many gay men have a lot of disposable income, I learned, and often order flowers for their boyfriends, for dinner parties, or just to have around. Most of my deliveries were to gay men, and that in itself proved to be a source of a lot of fun over the summer.
On my first day of work, my last delivery was to a private house on a side street. Amazingly, I found a legal parking spot for the company van down the block. When the door opened, there was a handsome man, probably in his 40s, barefoot and wearing a white terry robe. He had graying temples, and a big winning smile, and I felt my cock harden instantly. On the table in the front hall was a Greek amphora (and if it wasn't a reproduction, this guy must be loaded, I thought to myself), which depicted Greek warriors having sex with each other. On the other wall was a fresco of Priapus, a minor Greek god with, a massive erection. The man asked me to bring the flower arrangement into the living room and I followed him in.
I put the flowers on the table he pointed to, and turned around. There, paused on the big flat-screen TV, was the M4M video he had been watching. My eyes were riveted to it, and I almost forgot to get him to sign for the delivery.
I came to my senses and turned to him, and as he signed he said "You like what you see?"
"Uh huh," I murmured.
"Why don't you sit down and join me?" he asked.
"OK," was my somewhat dazed reply.
He sat on the sofa, and I sat next to him, a short distance away. He picked up the remote and resumed the video. On the screen, two hot boys were kissing and playing with each other's cocks. In a couple of minutes, one of them started licking down the smooth torso of his partner until he reached his cock and slowly took it into his mouth.
My host pulled his robe open, revealing the beautiful, ripped body of a mature man who pays attention to himself. His chest was hairy but trimmed so that the hair swirled out from the center across his pecs. He had a prominent love trail descending to a pair of low cut briefs, and lying sideways in his briefs was his erect cock. It was quite thick, and it made my mouth water. I couldn't take my eyes off it.
He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer and whispered in my ear, "You wanna feel it?"
"Uh huh," I mumbled.
"First let's start here," he said, and put his knuckle under my chin and lifted my mouth to his, and we kissed. His kisses were sweet but urgent, his tongue probing my mouth deeply, and me responding in kind. As he probed my mouth, he discovered my pierced tongue, with its little round tongue stud. "That's gonna feel great on my cock" he said.
I had my hand on his firm muscular chest and I let it drift slowly down over his belly, feeling the ridges of muscle as it went lower and finally came to his hard cock. Still kissing, I traced its dimensions, wondering what it would feel like in my ass. As my fingers explored their quarry he moaned softly and slouched back in the sofa even more, pulling me over so that I was partly on his chest.
"You wanna taste it?" he asked.
Again I mumbled "Uh huh." He pushed my head gently southward, and I started to work my kisses and tongue down his chest and abs. In the meantime, he was pulling the T-shirt off over my head.
"Hot body," he said appreciatively, as he stroked my back and found one of my nipples to pinch lightly. I slowly moved down so that I was kneeling on the floor in front of him, and as I kissed and mouthed his cock through the fabric of his briefs, making it wet, I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and freed my throbbing cock from confinement.
I looked up into his eyes as I hooked my fingers in the elastic of his waist-band and started to pull his briefs over his hard cock. "Yeah, that's right boy," he said with a big smile on his face, and he leaned over to kiss me once more.
Still looking into his eyes, I held his cock and kissed the tip, then licked all around the head and ran my lips up and down over its length. His balls matched his cock in size, and one by one, I put them in my mouth and rolled them around, all the while looking at him and taking in his smile of pleasure.
Finally, I got down to work and let my mouth slide over his erection all the way to his pubes, which wasn't easy, as thick as he was. "Oh yesssss," he sighed, and I started to slowly work up and down on his cock, my tongue stud caressing the sensitive spot just under the head. I changed speed, I twisted my mouth on it, added some hand action, then moved both hands up to his nipples, taking them and pinching them softly and then harder and harder. His moans were getting louder and he was thrusting his cock deep into my throat as I sucked with all the ways I knew.
Finally, he pulled me off him and said "You'll make me shoot too soon," and pulled me up so that I was standing.
I kicked off my shoes, let my pants drop to the floor and kicked them off as he peeled my boxers off and started to suck my cock. He was a great cocksucker (one of the reasons that I am partial to daddies, who have had many more years to learn their craft than younger guys). As he sucked, he shrugged off his robe so that he was entirely naked. His arms were beautiful and well-muscled, and his shoulders were like I saw in one of my sex dreams.
After a couple of minutes, I too had to pull him off so that I wouldn't come.
"Can I ride you?" I asked.
"Stupid question," he said with a big grin. He reached over to the end table and pulled the drawer open. He took out lube, a magnum condom and a bottle of poppers. He opened the condom, and handed it to me. I slowly rolled it down his cock as I kissed him again. He handed me the lube, and I lubed up his cock and my ass, and then knelt on either side of his thighs. He opened the bottle of poppers, and handed it to me. I took a deep whiff and he did the same, and then I took his cock in my hand, and as the wave of poppers hit me, aimed it at my eager hole and settled back on it. There was a little stab of pain as it pushed through my sphincter, and then an incredible feeling of pleasure.
"Oh fuck," I sighed.
"Exactly," he quipped, and pulled me into a deep kiss.
Our fuck didn't last very long. We were both desperate to climax and my initial slow strokes, relishing the feeling of his thick, very hard cock in my ass, and I quickly picked up speed. The whole time we had our mouths locked together, kissing desperately. He put his arms under mine, and pulled me tight to him, pushing me up and down on his cock, seemingly effortlessly. I had my hands on his shoulders and biceps, and feeling his muscles working me up and down added to my excitement.
After less than two minutes, I felt him tense up, his cock seemed to double its size as he started to shoot into the condom, and my cock started to squirt cum all over his chest.
When we were done, we collapsed together, chest to chest, still kissing, until I felt his cock softening, and climbed off him. I sat next to him on the sofa and we shared some more tender kisses. The he reached over to a box of tissues, wiped himself off, and wrapped the used condom in a tissue and put it on the side table.
"I should order flowers more often!" he said.
Matching the mood, I returned "Glad to deliver!"
I got dressed, and he put his robe back on. "My boyfriend should be home from work soon," he said. "He loves flowers. Maybe he'd enjoy a delivery sometime too," he said with a big smile.
"You know where to order," I said, and he gave me a $50 tip. We saw each other every week or ten days after that. He was not the only sexual encounter from my job. Far from it. But I'll always remember him as being the first.