Goals

Goals Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit descriptions of sex between men.

Story idea by and collaboration with top son Turner (bimgm36@gmail.com).

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GOALS

PART THREE

[SCOTT]

I pulled off Austin's crotch, tasting his salty cum on my tongue. This was a quickie, but we both felt excited to be sneaking a fast blowjob in after my evening session.

I had to get home for dinner and was already cutting it close with time. But I had to bring something up. "Can I ask you a personal question, Austin?" I ventured.

"Sure," he replied as he pulled his sweats back over his now satisfied genitals.

I nodded then continued, "Well... you're a very good looking young man. And you're into older men. I'm just wondering why you're single."

His eyes met mine in a challenge. "Long story short. I only top. When older guys are into younger men it's usually the other way around."

"I see," I said. I didn't know all that was entailed with gay lingo, but I had a pretty intuitive sense of what a top was. "I don't think I'm ready for that, Austin. Sorry."

He nodded, accepting my answer. But his voice got husky. "Just you sucking my dick gets me off, Mr. D. Big time." He leaned back in my front car seat. "You've gotten some real skills." I could tell he was trying to decide if I'd had any experience the last few weeks.

"I had to google 'how to suck dick'," I admitted.

He smiled. I could tell he wanted to stay and talk some more. "All right, Scott... I know you gotta head off. See you Friday?"

"Yep," I said, reaching down to arrange my erection in my trousers. I hoped Kelly would be up for sex tonight.

[AUSTIN]

We changed our sessions to either the very first of the day or the very last. I couldn't decide what I preferred more. But when Scott came over to my place around 6:00AM, I always had a thick piece of morning wood for him. As well as a fresh pot of coffee.

He'd regularly wear a suit, especially now that fall was transitioning to winter and business casual days were fewer. He'd sit on my couch and I'd let him slowly worship my cock as I stroked his short silvery hair.

He'd gotten a lot more skilled and was now comfortable deep throating me, though he preferred slightly shallower, more rapid suck strokes where he could provide the right amount of suction.

The sensations were incredible but it was the psychological part that always got me going. "Fuck," I growled. "You're too good to me, man."

"Yeah?" Scott hissed, his voice heavy with spit as he pulled back and stroked my saliva-wet dong in his fist. "I like spoiling you, buddy."

Scott Delahunt had gotten a lot more comfortable with this part, too. Being verbal, saying things that would turn me on. Openly acknowledging his desire to service me. He let go of my prick and ran his hands up my hamstrings to cup my strong ass. Then he leveraged his head to take me back in.

God, this was insane. Deep throat bobs up and down my rod as he was still in suit and tie.

"I'm cumming, Mr. D!" I hissed. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming."

He moaned around my cock excitedly. Wanting my sperm. I felt light headed as I gave it to him. "Jesus fucking Christ,"" I growled. My legs buckled a little bit and I finally had to pull out when Scott's sucking grew too intense. "Easy... fuck!"

Scott laughed. "I take it you liked that, buddy."

I ran my hand through his hair. "You have no idea," I hissed. I loved how this 51-year-old man ate up my praise. Even more than in the gym. It was like sex and working out were his two mid-life passions.

"You wanna stroke off?" I asked. Anytime Scott asked me to suck him, I would. Sometimes I'd take the initiative to go down on him, too. I enjoyed giving him the kind of blowjob his wife didn't. But increasingly I encouraged him to stroke after swallowing my cum, or while sucking me. Scott teased me at first for my control issues but eventually admitted he got off on getting me off.

"Yah," he answered now, and I let my dong hang half hard inches from his face. He was jerking fast now, working that spike with his fist as he focused on my cock, only occasionally looking up at my naked body or my face. "Can I taste it again?" He muttered.

I pressed the tip against his mouth and felt his lips draw me in. He knew better than to do a full fellatio, but he just held me against his tongue, my cock softening but still full. That was the trigger. His body tensed and he spurted into his hand. I gently patted the back of his head.

"Nice," I hissed, then pulled back.

I always set aside some towels for him to wipe down while I went to pour him a coffee. Depending how long he sucked me, we usually had 10 minutes to talk, and we enjoyed that post-sex time, too.

"It's your birthday next week, right?" Scott asked as he sauntered into my kitchen area.

"Yep," I replied. "Wednesday."

He gave me a smirk and said as he reached into his suit pocket. "I was gonna wait to give this to you."

He pulled out a small envelope. Too small for a birthday card, and I'd barely taken it in my hand when I realized what it was.

"Is this what I think it is?" I asked, amused and excited both.

"Box seats," he said with an excitement of his own as he read my reaction to the Titans tickets I was pulling out. "And I booked two nights at the Renaissance."

"Jesus, Scott," I said. "That's too much."

My words didn't offend him. "I like treating you, buddy. At least you show me some appreciation when I do."

Something about his honesty made me relent. "All right. As long as you let me do something big for your birthday." I knew then and there that I'd be saving up for something special for the man.

"Deal. Only you're gonna have to wait till February for that."

[SCOTT]

I picked up Austin just around four on Saturday. He was going out with his buddies the night before to celebrate his birthday, and my intention wasn't to monopolize his weekend. Besides, I had some household stuff to work on and get done. I worried Kelly would be upset that I was spending my weekend in the city. But as fate would have it, she'd gone to New York to visit our daughter who was taking the train from her college to meet my wife.

"So..." Austin asked as we checked into the room. It wasn't a suite, but it was a nice room and this time I'd gone for the king bed. "Are you going to tell me why I had to bring nice clothes?"

I told him the name of the restaurant I'd booked. "Tomorrow will be a burgers and nachos kind of day... I wanted to treat you somewhere nice tonight."

He kind of shook his head, maybe like he thought I was showing off for him. But he just unzipped his garment bag. "If it means I get to see you in a suit, it'll be worth it," he said.

"More of a sport coat," I clarified, pulling out my attire for the evening and hanging it up in the closet. I turned to face him. "What do you say going out for a pre-dinner drink?"

He stepped up to me and placed his hands on my chest. "You think maybe the birthday boy could get a blowjob first?" he asked.

"He could..." I answered. "But if you wanna wait, I have a surprise that will be worth your while."

"Yeah?" he asked excitedly. Already his hands were moving up and down my zip-sweater in a seductive gesture. "What is it?"

"What kind of surprise would that be?" I chuckled.

"Does it involve you in just a sport coat?" he teased.

I shook my head. "That really is a turn on for you, isn't it?" I asked.

He nodded. Not embarrassed, but with a playful horniness in his eyes. "One of many. But it's also about the man in the clothes."

With that, Austin leaned in and kissed me.

"I missed that." We actually said it at the same time, which made us laugh.

I ran my hands up his side. He had been wearing a Tennessee sweatshirt under his puffy winter coat. I could feel the hard brawn beneath it. Austin was jacked when I started training with him, but he was always working on his body and had gotten even more muscular over the last year and a half.

I gripped his lats and winked at him. "I'd love to see what this hot muscle body looks like all dressed up."

We each got dressed for dinner, barely able to take our eyes off one another. And we clearly, silently enjoyed showing off the boners in our underwear as we stripped down. I had never been self-conscious or concerned about my cock size. Austin's big dick made me worried at first how I measured up, and maybe there's the inevitable comparison when it's two guys. But Austin seemed genuinely into me, into my cock. "I don't want another me, Scott," he'd say. "You're fucking perfect."

So I enjoyed showing it off to him now, showing how hard my prick could get in my briefs before I slipped on the navy wool trousers over them.

And I enjoyed watching Austin pull his pressed dress shirt over that bare, ripped chest muscle.

"I'm afraid I don't have a lot of Sunday best clothes," he apologized, as he slipped his blue blazer on. "I've bulked up some since I last wore this," he laughed.

Indeed, while blazers usually had a looser fit, this was snug. Not obscenely, or like a schoolboy who'd outgrown his clothes. But on the verge of that. I stepped up and smoothed out the shoulders of the blazer. "Maybe this weekend we can go shopping for a new sportcoat for you," I said, stepping back.

Austin actually blushed. "Come on, Scott," he objected. "Already... this weekend is so much."

"It would be my pleasure," I asserted. "Every young man needs a nice suit and a nice coat in his closet. I know you're a sweats and workout gear kind of guy, but you never know when you'll need one."

He looked at me. "You like spoiling me, don't you?"

I nodded, feeling a little chastised. "Guess I do."

He gave me a wry grin. "It's cool. I probably should object more," he laughed.

I gave it some thought. "I guess I'm a people pleaser. Kind of my personality."

"In the bedroom too?" he teased.

Something about Austin made me feel comfortable about opening up. "Especially," I smiled. "Even with women... I love the foreplay, love getting a woman off."

He smirked. "You sure a pre dinner BJ isn't in order?"

"Sure I'm sure," I shot back. "Trust me on this, Austin. It'll be worth the wait."

He nodded, giving me that naughty smirk as he reached down to cup his crotch. "Counting on it, sir," he said.

I was worried dinner would be too romantic a vibe, but I think we both appreciated the quiet of the venue and the space between tables. We talked about sex some in hushed voices, but mostly it was more serious conversation topics.

"You hear from your parents for your birthday?" I asked.

Austin shrugged. "Yeah, my mom calls me bright and early every birthday and sends me a care package... I keep thinking I'll outgrow that, but it's a nice tradition."

"Your dad?" I asked.

"I got a text," he said sullenly.

"Sorry, buddy," I said.

He seemed resigned. "It is what it is. I guess I've not been the easiest son to get along with."

"Bullshit," I interjected, which made Austin smile.

He seemed to think something over then flashed one of his killer smiles as he ran his finger along his beer glass. "You probably didn't sign on to hear about all my issues with my Dad."

I nudged his ankle beneath the table with my shoe. "I love learning more about you, Austin," I said. "Every part of you."

He gulped. I knew he very much liked that idea. "This is pretty intense for an affair, Scott," he said.

I'd been thinking about this, too. A lot. "I think of you as more than an affair," I said quietly. "I just feel bad you have to take second fiddle to my marriage."

His blue-gray eyes seemed excited and emotional at once. "I don't feel second fiddle, Scott. For real. I'm just enjoying our connection." He lowered his voice. "I, um, I guess I have some specific turns ons, different from other guys, and you drive me crazy."

"The older thing?" I ventured.

"For starters," he said. "I'm really into successful men. I guess it's that power thing," he laughed. He flashed his eyes back up at mine. "That weird you out?"

"I don't know if I fully get it," I admitted. "But like I say, I love hearing what makes Austin Samuel White tick."

He smiled then added. "You know, I don't know your middle name."

"Preston," I replied.

"Anyone ever call you that?" he asked.

"No," I said. "And you better not either."

We enjoyed the relaxed pace of dinner. I asked Austin if he wanted to go out after, but he walked with his hands in his winter coat pocket and shook his head. "I've been real patient, Scott," he said.

"Ready for your surprise?" I teased. Loving how excited he was.

"Been ready for three hours now," he mock grumbled.

I took a look around to make sure no one was in ear shot. "So," I started in a quiet voice. "I know you like to top."

He almost stopped in his tracks. In any case he was genuinely surprised. "Fuck! You mean?"

I nodded, loving his reaction. "You think you can show me the ropes?" I felt vulnerable, but also thrilled to be taking this step. I'd been giving it a lot of thought, and I'll admit to getting turned on by the fantasy. Whether reality would match was another question.

"Can I...!" he hissed. Then, "You're a virgin right?"

I nodded. "Fraid so."

He patted my shoulder and kind of held on some as we walked. "Happy fucking birthday to me, huh?" he hissed.

I laughed. "Happy 25th, buddy."

I began to get nervous when we got back to the room and hung up our coat and blazer. Austin picked up on it. He walked over and wrapped his arms around my waist and gave me a soft kiss. "It'll be great, Scott," he said in a sultry version of his gym-bro voice. "Your turn to trust me."

I nodded. I wanted to do this. For Austin, but also for myself. I'd already learned so much about myself sexually with this young man. I wanted to see if I liked this.

"I read online," I admitted. "And got some stuff to prepare."

"You did now, did you?" he replied. Amused. "Well don't let me stop you." Reading my face he asked. "Would it help if I went down to the bar for the next half hour?"

"Maybe," I admitted.

"All right," he whispered.

By the time he came back, I was freshly showered and face down on the bed, lube on the side. I'd had to read about which one to get, too. I'd never done anal, with a guy or a woman... the closest I'd got was porn stories and videos about men penetrating women in the ass.

I didn't know exactly how guys did it, though I'd watched some gay porn recently too. I didn't know what position Austin liked. But as I heard the key card reader click and Austin walked in, I heard the approval in his voice.

"Nice," he said. Already he was unbuttoning his dress shirt and kicking off his dress shoes. "You look so fucking hot, Mr. D."

I was about to say something about how he was partly responsible for my looks, as my trainer, but instead I looked back and smiled. "Just go easy, OK?"

"Yah," he grunted as he pulled out his belt and undid his trousers. He wasted little time stepping out of them, no longer careful to fold them or hang them up. He was just as quickly peeling those boxer briefs down to show off his cock. I couldn't believe I was about to take something that big. "I had to hide my hardon at the bar," he laughed.

His hands ran along my calves then he got up on the bed and crouched forward. I don't know why I wasn't expecting a rim job, but sure enough Austin's strong hands pried my ass cheeks apart and then dove in.

"Holy fuck!" I gasped. This was a novel sensation for me, almost ticklish, but it felt REALLY good. My prick throbbed against the bedsheets. I found myself involuntarily pushing my ass back into Austin's face. That excited him and he gave my cheek a light slap and drilled his tongue deeper.

I tried to minimize contact with the bed sheets, since I didn't to cum from the stimulation. Instead I rode the circuit between my cock and my ass. Maybe I wouldn't enjoy being fucked, but I sure as hell was enjoying this.

Austin was enjoying it, too. Eating me out like he'd been dreaming of feasting on my hole. His desire for me fed my ego and turned me on.

"God, fuck," he hissed as he pulled back and then stretched his muscled ex-jock body across mine to reach for the lube. "I could do that all night," he hissed.

"I won't stop you buddy," I growled.

He laughed. I heard the lube cap flip and then a squirt. Then I felt his finger press against my ring. "So, you never did this with any of your fraternity buddies?" He asked. Applying more pressure. I was nervous, but his tongue had felt good and the stimulation of his finger wasn't so different.

"No," I said. "Never."

"You ever want to?" he asked. His finger popped in. About an inch, then slowly more. It was OK.

I shook my head. "Not until you," I admitted.

"That's hot," he hissed. He slowly fingered me, then spoke again. "Going in with a second, OK?" It wasn't a question though but just a heads up. Already finger number two was slipping in beside his lubed index finger.

Somehow the thicker penetration felt better. Less like a prostate exam and more with a pleasant fullness. Austin pressed in deep and hit something inside of me. Maybe this was like a prostate exam. Yeah, here I was a 51 year old man and getting an anatomy lesson quick.

"Just imagine my dick there," he asserted. Not overstimulating my inner spot but definitely working just at the edge of it.

"You wanna put it in me?" I asked. Still afraid, but physically I wanted to feel this. Feel what Austin was describing.

"I've been wanting to for almost two years now," he said with a deep lust. "Maybe longer if I'm honest."

He pulled back his fingers and lubed his cock. Then he got in place. Not plunging in, but teasing my relaxing hole with his cock head to get me excited. It was doing the trick but so was feeling his toned, jacked body on top of mine, his strong legs against my inner thighs. It was sensual and roughly sexual at the same time.

"I don't see any rubbers," he said. "You OK with that?"

I blushed. I hadn't even thought of that and felt dumb.

Austin leaned down and kissed between my shoulder blades. "I've been tested and I'm safe, Mr. D. If you wanna..."

I could hear the desire and hope in his voice. "Yeah," I assented.

Just like that his bare cock entered me. He braced his hand on my shoulder. I thought at first it was to support his upper body, but I realized it was to reassure me through the penetration. The first couple of inches weren't bad, but somewhere inside I tightened up.

"You got this, Mr. D," he whispered. "You're doing great."

His reassurance and his patience worked. I wanted this to be good for Austin. Hell, I wanted it to be great. He'd given me so much happiness over the course of a few months, and I wanted to repay it. But it worked when I stopped trying too hard. When I let his hips and his glute strength take charge.

It was like he was waiting for that right moment, for the tightness to abate. Then he plowed right in.

"Oh FUCK!" he cried, no longer a whisper. "There goes your cherry, Scott."

My cock had softened some, but it was rock hard now and pressing against the sheets once more. I gave small thrusts of my hips to increase the feeling as well as work Austin's big dick in my guts.

He took that as a signal. He pulled out and just as quickly thrust in. I was no longer simply getting penetrated, I was getting fucked. The physical part of it took me by surprise, but there was also the feeling of this young athletic man on top of me, pumping away for his pleasure. Not rough, but with a real power to his fucking that felt primal and wonderful.

I had to raise my hips up, to keep my dick from being overstimulated. That worked for a half minute, then Austin's thrusting powered me to the mattress as his kisses along my neck grew fervent and his chest went flush against my back muscle. He was getting real close.

Not as close as me though. Once my dick pressed against the bed again, it all came together. Austin covering from behind, his breath and voice and sex grunts, the cock filling incredibly full and doing a number on my internal gland, the fiction against my prick. My response to his own pleasure above me and knowing I was making him happy. I gripped the sheets and let out a deep cry. I was having the hardest cum of my life.

"Fuck yes, Mr. D. Go for it. Come on my fucking cock!" Austin hissed, his own hips a blur as he pounded me off and worked up his own head of steam. Twenty seconds after my ejaculation I heard his roar and felt his body get rigid on top of me.

"God yeah," he cooed. "Sweet."

We slowed our mating to a stop. As he slowly pulled out, I swiveled my head to meet him for a kiss. He then sat up in the bed and I had to admire how impressive his dick was, still throbbing and wet with lube and cum. Lazily he reached out to stroke my arm as I turned my exhausted body to face him.

"I think you liked that, Mr. D," he grinned.

"I know I liked that," I assured him. Not embarrassed by the fact like I thought I'd be. "I had no idea."

"That mean I'm gonna get more tail from you?" he asked. Cocky a little but genuinely curious.

I nodded. "Yeah, Austin. I'm pretty sure you will. I'm glad you liked your birthday present."

He smiled. "The absolute fucking best, Scott." He reached over to grip the back of my neck to pull me into a deep, soft kiss.