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I went into the cafe for a cold beer. The temps outside were hitting 90s and it was humid which drew out flies and other insects. I watched a young guy about 25 betting on the horse races on the TV. He seemed to be on a winning streak. I moved to sit closer to watch. The guy sat next to me smiling coyly. I asked how he was doing when the next race started, we both stared at the large screen. I glanced over to see one of his hands move to pull up the leg of his shorts letting a nearly bald testicle hang out. He turned just as I stared and smiled again. I nodded at him once more. This teasing continued for two more races. I'd had 3 beers in the cafe/bar at that point. I excused myself saying that I needed to piss. He smiled nodding. I went into the toilet to stand at the long urinal letting out my stream. He walked in and stood next to me. He shoved his shorts and skimpy underwear down his hips. It got hard immediately. Quietly he whispered "Feels good doesn't it?" I nodded my agreement. He reached over to hold my now stiff cock as he continued to piss. I moaned and pulled away saying "Perhaps later we can..?"
I returned to the bar ordering 2 large beers. I sat back down just as he exited the toilets. I could easily make out his cock in his shorts. His underwear was tucked into the back pocket of his shorts. I pushed a beer to him. He said thanks adding that he'll soon need to piss again. In an almost whisper I said "Perhaps we can both do that at my place?" He replied "Not a bad idea and we can get to know each other better too."
We watched 4 more races and downed another round of beers. I stood to leave saying "I think I'll go home to piss now." He whispered "yes, a good idea." He followed me on the short drive on his scooter parked in my driveway. Once inside he pulled me into a passionate kiss as he shoved my shorts and underwear to the floor. I tugged his clothes off and led him to my bedroom. He moved to lay on the bed. His hard, pink, uncut cock lay on his stomach. It was a good seven inches of man meat with just a drop of clear precum on the tip. I quickly removed all of my clothes. He gasped seeking my tanned, ten inch power tool standing straight out from my pubs. He raised his legs back exposing his winking pucker. I dove down to taste and open his offered gift. He screamed as I ravished his young hole preparing it to take my monster inside. He held my head begging me to continue ravishing his ass. I pulled back up to see the dazed look on his face before diving to tease his hairless nipples. His fists beat on the bed as his cries for mercy were now louder. He kept repeating "Fuck me please, fuck me hard!"
I continued on his nipples sucking then biting them both. Each minute of this torture brought only more cries from his crazed mind. I raised up spitting on his pink pucker. I smiled down saying "That spit and my precum will be the only lube you get. I want you to remember this time fondly. The pain will be a constant reminder of your surrender to me." With that last word I shoved my wet cock deep bottoming in him. He screamed for a few minutes as his body got used to the invader. When the screams turned to moans then to begging I knew he was my toy to use as I pleased.
Slowly, I began to pump in and out of my new toy. Each thrust downward brought out his moans of his own pleasure. I whispered to him that I had not had a good man in my bed in weeks so my balls were filled and needy. I asked him if he would accept my gift. He begged for me to continue all night. I promised him that by the time my balls were empty he would know what it was like to be had by a real man. He began begging once more for me. I measure my thrusts to prevent an early orgasm. But he could not do that. He screamed as his cock shot off the first of his loads. I was still hard inside his love tunnel. I rubbed a finger in his cum to taste it. It was an ideal blend of sweet and sour. A second finger brought some to his lips as I ordered "Taste how good you are. This is only the first of your loads. By morning I intend for you to deliver more. If you please me I may offer you my hole to bind us together forever. We will each carry some of each other's DNA binding us. I will help you to grow to desire it and that of others to satisfy your cravings. My cock will become your addiction, my love." He yelled out 'YES! Please make it so! I want you to fill me each day to remind me to whom I belong." So set the tone. On weekends I'd take him to Paris or Barcelona to show him the gay scenes. Each night he'd cuddle naked in bed with me. I even dared to take him to a few gay saunas where we put on a public display of our sexual skills. But no matter who tempted him he remained faithful to me. I'd ask him why. His reply was always the same: "What I feel with you is all I need to be happy."
Over the months, then the years his devotion grew. We were each other's center of attention. No one would come between us. Each morning I woke with his ass cuddled at my crotch waiting for his wake up gift. Each day began that way with both of our needs being satisfied. I was not selfish but no matter who was offered he still preferred my cock to all the others out there. I was in my 60s and he was in his 40s when I woke one day to find him laying cold next to me. He had a smile on his face. The doctors told me that he must've had a good end to be smiling. I told them that our 30 years together had many happy mornings worthy of a smile.