Florida Living cajuncock
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I was as nervous as a drag queen at a nudist party. It was my first venture into a South Florida gay house party scene. I'd been invited by one of the guys I'd met while sunning myself at one of the clothing optional gay motel pools. Ted was a friendly type of guy in his mid fifties, with salt and pepper hair and a nice fit body for his age. We talked as we lounged around the motel pool. He and his partner, both retired, had moved to the area to escape the harsh northern winter just as I had. Before I left we exchanged phone numbers. I was surprised a few days later to get a call inviting me to dinner at their condo in Oakland Park, a suburb of Fort Lauderdale.
It was June and the Florida temperatures were edging up into the 90s. So we ate indoors. Mike, Ted's partner, was a jovial, out going type of guy. Over our meal we talked of my life and why gay men tended to gravitate to this part of the state. All of us agreed that the climate had a lot to do with it. But also the local, vibrant, gay scene was a factor. I confessed that I had been to all of the gay bars in the area. Mike asked my opinion and I told him that most were a real turn off. They were inhabited by lecherous, older gay men. Also, I commented on the fact that conversations were limited to 2 topics- young Hispanic boys and clothes. I acknowledged that neither topic was of interest. The young boys held no attraction for me. My preference was real men, not thin, mindless twinks. I had a modest wardrobe with no real need to expand it.
The two looked at each other smiling and nodded in agreement. They went on to explain that most of those boys were seeking a sugar daddy to support them. They only stayed until the next daddy came along. I understood that type of gay man well. I'd gone to dinner at the home of an old friend who'd moved here from the north. His house and pool were filled with young, Hispanic boys. All seemed willing to "entertain" his guests.
Our conversation switched to the local gay organizations in the area. They mentioned the nude beach in nearby Miami. I admitted that I'd been there a few times and found the scenery to be interesting. One organization that they belonged to was the gay nudist group. The group had monthly events where the members could check their cloths and enjoy the company of other nude males. They told me that there were areas where the men could engage with each other for pleasure. My interest was pricked and I asked lots of questions, mostly about the type of men who attended. Ted commented that it was difficult to classify the men. Often the events were held at private homes of the members. The number of attendees at these smaller events was usually about 20 to 30. Mike asked if I would like to attend the next house party movie event. I told him that it seemed to be an interesting group. He made a quick phone call and told me that it was all set. They'd pick me up on Friday evening and that I should bring a gym bag for my things.
Friday arrived and I was prepared and a bit nervous about meeting so many gay men. Mike and Ted arrived just before the sun started to set. Would the men be stand offish, aggressive, or just ordinary men? Would I fit in? We drove up to a typical Florida gated community. Once inside we drove around passing several parking lots. Finally, we arrived at our destination and parked. Off the parking lot were several brick lined paths leading to homes. Each home was shielded by a high wall with a Spanish style gate. Ted rang the buzzer, gave his name, and we were admitted. A young boy showed us to the room where we could disrobe and leave our things. I'd never seen Mike naked before. He had a fine body and from the cock hanging down I knew that Ted was a well satisfied man. Ted lead us through the well appointed home to the patio. A bar had been set up, staffed by another youth, and we got our drinks. I decided that since I wasn't driving I'd have a large bourbon and coke. Walking around with our drinks, I was introduced to a number of men, mostly tanned and fit. Some were quite forward, shaking my cock instead of my hand. I need notice men going off behind a bamboo screen at the back of the property. I refrained from investigating and stayed by the pool. Our host circulated among the crowded, apparently knowing most of them. Ted introduced me and he welcomed me to his home. He then drifted off to his other guests. Ted whispered to me that the handsome stud in the pool was the lover of our host and a well known local sports figure. I looked over and immediately was taken by his muscled body. I asked him about the bamboo screened area. He explained that some men were shy and needed privacy to perform. He assured me that as the night progressed the action would be more open. I smiled and nodded at that.
As the night wore on many of the men lost their inhibitions. Ted and Mike were in the middle of a mass of sucking men. I mostly was off on the sidelines, watching. Our host's lover came up behind me poking me with his stiff cock "You aren't enjoying our party?" he asked. I assured him that I was ok. He persisted "I understand that you prefer younger, muscular men. Let me introduce you." He took me off to an area I'd not noticed. There was another bar with a young bartender. The crowd around the bar was more to my taste. I noticed several of the men grabbing the bartender's naked ass. I was introduced to a few of the men before being left alone there. One of the athletic type walked over to me, introduced himself as Carl and went to shake my hand. Instead he pulled me into a deep kiss. He nibbled my ear and whispered "You are a vey handsome man. Do you live in the area? I'd like some one on one, private time with you." I told him where I lived but that I'd come to the party with two friends who drove. Not deterred he suggested that we find my friends to let them know that I'd been offered a ride home by the tall man standing behind me. Ted pulled away from the mash of men he was involved with saying "Ok, I see you met Carl." I confirmed that he was my ride. We left to dress and leave, thanking our host and his hot lover.
Driving to my place, we talked about why I moved here and Carl's sports career. It turns out that he was a professional soccer player. His off season home was a condo in one of the many high rises in the area. Once we got to my place, we rushed inside. Carl pushed me against the door, kissed me deeply as we hurriedly striped our few cloths off. He was uncut with his pre dripping at his tip. Seeing this I dropped to my knees to savor the essence from his hard, uncut cock. I sucked his juices out, enjoying the sweet taste. After a few minutes, Carl lifted me up by my shoulders for another deep kiss. His hands were roaming over my back going lower and lower. He finally reached my buns, pulling them apart to search for my hole. I moaned as his finger tip grazed over my tight ring. A shutter came over my whole body as he found his target. He rubbed around the muscles guarding my fuck tunnel. I pushed back on his finger to let him know that I was receptive. He pushed a thick finger forcing me to open up for him. The sensation sent waves of pleasure through my body. I leaned my head forward sucking on his shoulder as my pleasure increased. I could say only one word at that point "Bedroom?" Carl grabbed me by the waist and I turned to walk down the hall to my bedroom.
As we entered Carl grabbed me for another deep kiss. His naked body pushing me back onto the bed. I motioned to the night stand. Using a free hand he opened it and pulled out the lube and poppers. Smiling down at me, he said "We're going to have such a good time tonight. I'm going to make love to you until you scream my name begging for more of my cock." He kept that promised, pounding my hole all night. He had the stamina of a well trained athlete. I lost count after the third time he filled me with his baby batter. Exhausted we fell asleep with his thick cock still deep inside me. During the night he woke me with another load of his seed flowing deeply into me. As he came this time he called out my name telling me how much he wanted to always remain inside my body.
In the morning I woke to feel him still embedded inside me, his arm holding me tight against his chest. Sensing that I was awake, he whispered "Are you up to do it again? This time I want to show you how I can make proper love to you. I want this to continue, to be more than one night." I moaned at the idea of making this a regular thing. He took that as my assent and for 18 minutes made tender, sweet love to me. After we both came, me hands free, we fell back asleep.
Some time later I woke to an empty bed. My sore ass told me that it had all not been a dream. I thought Carl had left to return to his own place and his own life. That is until I smelled coffee and bacon cooking. Grabbing my underwear, I struggles to pull them on as I walked to the kitchen. Carl was standing at the stove in just his boxer briefs. I moaned at the sight of his well developed buns and also at the smell of coffee. He looked over his shoulder to say "I thought that you'd be hungry after last night. So I fixed breakfast." I looked at the clock it was almost noon. I mumbled "Ok" as I poured a cup of coffee and 2 glasses of juice. Carl turned and said "Sit down and I'll serve up our breakfast." Now more awake I remembered the events of the last night and smiled. He walked over to the table with two full plates of food. I guess athletes eat a lot. Over breakfast we filled each other in on our lives. Finishing the meal, he pushed the plates aside and grabbed my hands "I meant what I said. I don't want this to be a one time thing. Can I see you again?" I looked into his puppy dog brown eyes and nodded in the affirmative. He moved to pick me up from my chair and into an embrace. I whispered "As much as you want." I grabbed his hand and led him to my bathroom with the extra large shower. We stepped into the warm water. I washed his back before turning and letting him wash mine. By this point we were both hard again. I felt his soapy hands move down to my ass. He squeezed my buns saying "I can't get enough of you. You know that you are one of the most attractive men I've met?" He turned me around and using gel lubed up my hole, then his cock. He gently pushed into me, filling me to the brim again. I felt his pubic hairs brush against my buns and knew that all of his weapon was buried deep in my body again. He again made slow love to me, yelling out my name as his cock dumped load after load into my welcoming body. It was so intense that I had another hands free release.
Finally, showered but exhausted we fell back into bed. Carl spooned up against my back saying "So good, you make me feel so good." We slept for another hour before waking. Carl leaned over me kissing my neck saying "Let's get dressed and go to my place. I need a change of cloths. Bring your tooth brush in case you want to stay over." Driving over Carl spoke excitedly about how much he enjoyed my company, not just the sex. I had to agree. My cell rang as we drove, it was Ted. Without any small talk he asked "How was your night?" I said "Fine, we're going to his place now." Ted was silent for a minute before saying "Good for you, enjoy!" he hung up.
Carl's place was not what I expected. He lived in the penthouse of one of the high rises near the beach. His balcony looked over the ocean. The place showed a professional decorator's touch. It was not your typical jock's home. He directed me to sit on his bed while he opened a double wide closet filled with his wardrobe. He tossed cloths out onto the bed trying to decide what to wear. I asked him his plans in order to help him decide what to wear. He stopped and looked at me "Oh, didn't I tell you? We're going to dinner in Miami. I want to show you off." I sat stunned. We'd known each other less than 24 hours and he already wanted to show me off? I sat up and said "Wait a minute, you've known me for less than 24 hours. Aren't you rushing it a bit too fast?" He looked at me stunned. I guess he'd never thought that I might not want to be with him. Ashamed of his assumption he came over, knelt down in front of me, to say "I'm sorry I thought that you might want to be with me for a long while." I laughed and said "That was one of the most unusual proposals I've ever heard of. Of course I want to be with you. But we've got lots of things to decide before jumping into this relationship." He was stunned at my bluntness. But he smiled at the suggestion of a relationship. He stood and pulled me up whispering "Yes, I guess I assumed too much. But I'm glad you're thinking of our relationship." I began to sob and he put his hands on the sides of my face raising me to look into those puppy dog eyes. "Why are your crying? Have I said something to hurt you?" I finally was able to speak "I never thought anyone would love me. I'm older than you and most of the gay men around. I don't have a gym body. How could you want me?" He pulled back then kissed my cheek saying "You're exactly what I want in a lover- kind, sexy, accepting of me a poor not well educated athlete." He hugged me as we both began to cry.
Life with Carl was a wild ride, a roller coaster. His training schedule meant that we'd only have nights to enjoy each other's company. He introduced me to his team mates as his partner. They all were accepting. He insisted that I meet his widowed mother and his family. Once his mother got me alone in her kitchen under the pretense of showing how to cook his favorite meal. She looked me in the eye saying "I'm glad that he found you. I was afraid that he'd marry one of those fluzzies that seem to hang around athletes. You're a good man, take care of my son. He loves you deeply. I see it in his eyes." I assured her that I'd always take care of him as long as he wants me. I knew that he was young and might someday want a younger man. I was wrong as his devotion only grew with time.
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