Cheers to you all, and thank you to nifty. My gratitude is genuine for the readers, along with fellow writers here. Hoping we all can donate to nifty here and there, as it's good to lubricate the train wheels here and there. This Max series has been a pleasure to write, as while it is fiction, some elements are true. May you and yours stay safe during this damn pandemic, and in all situations.Terry
The red eye from Las Vegas to New York, did in fact live up to its reputation. Sitting in first class, I recognized several passengers as being famous in music and fashion circles. At this late hour I was non plussed, as any interactions would be simple greetings of shallow meanings. Maybe I could land another security contract, but that's what I had my sales team for, and plus it was two in the morning. My assignment out west had been successful. There certainly was a good amount of turbulence on this flight, which was odd as we were going the direction of the all too famous jet stream. Other passengers and I were certainly annoyed, by the constant seat belt chime, in addition to having to wear a mask unless eating or drinking.
For once I did catch fifteen minutes or so of sleep. Then it was back to sitting in my leather chair, and seeing what was on the television in front of me. Also I did ask the flight attendant for another bottled water. The circulation systems of airplanes we're supposed to be superb, but these metallic tubes also made me feel congested as well as thirsty. Yet at 500 mph plus, this was the best way back home, and I had a weekend off coming up. My assistant Lance Almeres would handle business operations, as the client list for protective details was growing by the day. What was once me and a few former army rangers, was now a company of hundreds, and with a host of divisions. We had just moved into the Bronx where our headquarters was, and had made quite a name in the business. All that blood, sweat, and tears was generating both results and revenue previously unimaginable.
My hours had skyrocketed again, due to some client requests, but going home I wasn't going into the office until Monday. 35,000 feet and who knew how many miles away, I smiled broadly as I thought of my young lover Max. It was slightly unusual for a 44 year old man, to be with a college freshman, yet he was studying architecture at Columbia University. It wasn't like he was a boring individual, as his intellect and sexiness literally always turned me on. A first generation Filipino, Max was originally from the DC suburbs in Maryland. When we met we both knew we had something of significance, and there are times where age is an issue, but we just enjoyed each other's company. We were comfortable together. There was trust. Also he made me rediscover the flame of my youth, as I regularly made love to him at my Manhattan penthouse. Getting frisky in this airplane I thought of other things, but knew this weekend was going to be an adventure of passion, laughter, and good conversations. Flight attendants scurried for landing, and in the early morning hours we saw Gotham. Mere minutes later I was with my carry on, and the Lyft driver was at the pickup spot. Robert Johnson wanted us to have a corporate motor pool, and while I respected this retired NYPD detective, I was still against it due to liabilities and overall cost.
Dropped off I tipped the driver 30%, and stumbled into my crib. Actually only made it to the leather couch, as crashed out, after hearing the door lock behind me. As the sun came up from the east, I knew my sleep was interrupted, but somehow continued to snooze. A couple hours more, and I took my clothes off, getting in the hot shower. Now home I could relax with nothing on, which was always my preference. Looking at the mirror I was 6'4 and still had the guns with my 235 pounds and 34" waist, that most younger guys would kill to have. Genetics and working out, along with portion sizes helped a lot in this realm. Got some coffee going, and my favorite Texas toast. Also had some fruits and a granola bar. Relaxing on the couch, I made my grocery store trip online for delivery, and awaited my text from Max that he was on his way. We definitely had some catching up to do. Groceries in the house now, he texted me "see you soon Terry, finishing graphic design project." Max was so more mature than I was at his age, despite my background being West Point and special forces. Yes perhaps our tactics and training were different, but he was doing 21 credits in only his second semester. That was an unreal academic load, and considering the rigors of each class at Columbia, he was definitely going places on the trail of life.
Eating some vegetables I chopped up, I was made aware he was on the way. I called Lance and turned the company over to him, and planned on a romantic weekend. It would only be 20 minutes or so until Max's arrival, but I got his flowers and a couple presents ready. He was really into puzzles, so I got him an advanced one at a Las Vegas hobby store. It would aggravate me, but I did find it cute, to watch him putting them together with such ease. Dinner tonight was going to be in house, and he had requested the movie "Don't Look Up." He was correct anything with Decaprio was good. Looking at the smart tv and finding it on Netflix, I got out the red wine he liked to drink. From Oregon and the year 2014 with a dark grape, this is what we both enjoyed with steaks and steamed vegetables that I had prepared for a quick turnaround time.
Oh it was so good to embrace with him. Diminutive sized at 5'4 and thin, he was so stunningly sexy. Very feminine with really no body hair, he explained to me months ago how he never really had grown a beard. Must be nice as I had to use Gillette Talons every two days minimum. My brown hair and eyes matched well, but my thick beard was starting to get some grey in there. Plus for my professional image, it was important to look sharp always. I let my guys keep trimmer beards and mustaches, although I always made it known beards for winter only. The women always gave my men a hard time about this, and it was a guaranteed laugh at our meetings. Holding Max in my arms, he smelled and looked so sweet, and we kissed passionately. I took his jacket and placed it on the hanger, handing him the wine so we could clank glasses together. Later on we'd be clanking something else. Inwardly I smiled, and got the cheese and crackers out. His favorite Edam was on the board.
It was so good to hold hands. Max looked surprisingly relaxed for a student with his responsibilities, and he gave me a baby Yoda figure from the Star Wars series. He seemed very happy with the new puzzle, and as we kissed said, "don't be surprised if I turn your living room into Las Vegas." I laughed and said, "feel free to do that love." We ate the snacks, drank more wine, as I got the steaks on the inside grill going. All of the vegetables steamed in minutes, and I opened another bottle of wine. Wow we really had killed that off, and dinner was served. Sitting next to each other at the table, we discussed what the last week had been like. His parents and sister were doing well in southern Maryland. It was hard to believe, but they approved of what we had going on. Truly understanding and kind, his sister told me I had been much more compassionate than his high school boyfriends. They had always known he was gay, and despite being new to the US, accepted him as is. In that respect he was lucky, but he joked or so I thought, about the Asian academic pressure his sister and he has endured. I had watched a funny comedic bit on "B's have no place in our house, not even A-." Max confirmed it with a smile. Yet he knew deep down, that his folks had given up everything for him and his older sister.
"You've done amazing with these steaks Terry." "Thank you love." Finally I had learned how to cook them medium to his liking, and as we ate in unison, damn it was so good to be together again. The candles lit our romantic set up well, and we drank more wine. I was buzzing and had no doubt Max was too. Yet he was so kind, washing the plates before putting them in the dishwasher. Also he looked really sexy in the tight orange t shirt and athletic pants he wore with crocs. His luggage still by the door, I moved that into the bedroom, and asked him "would you like to shower with me?" Max smiled, "so we can save water?" "Of course." I had to laugh at our ongoing joke.
Taking our clothes off, Max was naked, but told me "I have to get something." A minute later he was back with a orange jockstrap and said, "I'm wearing this tonight baby." We kissed and the water was warm and to our liking. We kissed again, and soon our hard cocks were together under the shower head. He had such a pretty smooth small cock and balls. Smooth as one could make them too. He was really hairless everywhere except on his head, and we kissed but soaped each other up. It felt so good to have this ritual of sorts. The warm water and groping along with soaping was divine. Yes of course we moved everywhere, arms, legs, armpits, you name it was cleaned very well. As I turned the knob, the water ceased and we shared a large soft white towel together. Seeing him put on the orange jock strap, I admired how tight it was up front. Soon he came back with Umbro black shorts and a white t shirt. He watched me like a hawk, as I put on my purple briefs. Still hard he knew what was coming his way, yet we both held hands to the living room. Kicking back on the couch, we both laughed at the widely praised satire movie. Yes there were parts where it dragged on, but it was both funny and entertaining. Meryl Streep as president was the best, as she was so Trump like. So many great lines in her role, and Max and I agreed she nailed this.
The living room was warm, but I turned on the fireplace. Watching the orange and yellow burning, the taste of red wine so sweet, Max and I were kissing like long lost lovers that rediscovered each other. His hands in mine, our lips meeting each other to form a electrical connection of passion and understanding. The ambient light with the fireplace did make it exotic to a degree, and I took his shirt off. Kissing and necking him, he turned to putty with my touches, as I gently massaged his very sensitive nipples. They were hardening as the arousal levels were off known charts, and with my tongue around them, I knew that I had hit pay dirt. Sucking his fingers, nibbling on his ears, I made sure to lick his chest up as my hands took the soccer shorts off. The orange jock strap showed his hard smaller sized by gorgeous penis and balls, and oh yes his butt cheeks felt so tremendous in my hands. He moaned as I touched his balls from behind, and placed him on the couch. On my knees I took his penis into my mouth. Worshipping and baptizing his sweet shaft. He was moaning even more, his fingers through my hair, as I had him in my lips completely. His precum mixing with my saliva. Slurping his balls I so had missed him, and pushed him leaning over the couch, as my tongue and fingers explored his lovely ass.
Oh yes I stuck my tongue out fully. With my fingers lube and slobber, I got into his ass so much, he squealed in delight. His eyes rolling back and his whole body shaking, I had him under my control. As my tongue explored his hole, and wow he seemed to have tightened up even more. Darting my tongue in and out like a snake smelling the air, his luscious ass was my zip code now. Gently fingering him, and rubbing his balls in my palms, I wanted him to experience overwhelming pleasure. He was all arched up due to what he was going through, and I so wanted him to feel every inch of my eight that now stood at full attention. Eating his sweet peach ass, I had him where I desired, yet somehow he surprised me as he lifted me up on the couch and sucked me without warning.
What was this? How was this even remotely possible? Max looked at me mischievously, and his warm thick lips went to work on my fully erect penis. He sucked with sheer velocity and determination. Never had I felt this type of blowjob, and as he took my shaft in and made it disappear, my fingers and toes curled in unison. He was eating me up, and made me go crazy, when he smiled to show my dna on his mouth and chin. My cock was leaking remnants of the storm to come, and Max just kept prowling away like a carnivorous predator. I pushed his head down by grabbing his hair. Him moaning I wanted him, and finally decided to turn the tables.
"Bend over." On the couch that smooth ass and dangling testicles in front of me, I spanked his ass cheeks repeatedly to show my dominance. Grabbing his crotch from behind he let out a falsetto moan. I had to do him. Getting on the couch, and with more lube, I slid my cock into him harder than he or I was expecting. He screamed a bit, but this was soon muffled as, both of us were getting into the sensation of proper anal sex that we all know so well. That stretching and clamping down, entering another males hot oven, it just feels so beyond what any words can describe. Being connected in a erotic primal dance, both of us not just having sensations in our nether regions, but all over our bodies. As the fire projected heat, we carried out the passion as the colors of it went from yellow to orange hues.
It was phenomenal, and although I wanted to plunge away more, I told Max "you're going cowgirl with me baby." He knew and instantly we moved around a bit. As I held his ass in my hands, his legs on me brushing by, I penetrated him in this manner and to wonderful results. The smell of our sex, and ability to kiss each other was surreal. His ass muscles grabbing my shaft and it looked thinner going up him, but knowing this was that pressure made it even more erotic. Our tongues dancing. Touching each other's chests. Skin color contrasts as my white penis was in his Asian ass. Everything was so damn good, and his hard penis on my abdomen told me it wouldn't be long. I loved how his small smooth balls felt on me, yet they were tightening up.
The moment of truth had arrived, as his arms and legs started to shake. His eyes closed and he bit his lip, only to scream out as he erupted his white climax orgasm all over my chest. His hot seed was all over me, and it warmed me up, along with causing sexual overload. Instinctively he grabbed my sensitive balls, and as the adrenaline infused high hit, I exploded inside of him. He was now properly bred by a gallon of my hot sperm. His tunnel defiled by my loving passion, we kissed with the knowledge of our harmony and love for each other. Balance was very much who we are, and sleeping in each other's arms, what we felt was bliss and perfection as nature had intended.