Please support nifty all you can. This is a site for all of us. Here's to all in the LGBT community, and let's keep everyone up in good cheer. Terry
Those horns honking this morning irritated me more than normally. "Shut up," I thought as getting up this Friday morning wasn't easy. Sore from both weight lifting and company defensive tactics work last evening, I fired up the coffee maker. Fumbling for aspirin, I stood in the nude looking out on Manhattan from my penthouse windows. For a grunt in the military I had done good, as my security and protective services company was growing exponentially. Washed the Advils down with the black liquid that probably was too strong, but ultimately led to immediate eye opening. Looking at the mirror in the hallway, I was holding up well for a 42 year old man. Muscular and toned at 6'3 and 215 pounds, my 34" waist and 8" of fun were great for any man who wanted me.
The hot water was amazing. Taking a few to enjoy the pressure and sensation, I grabbed my shampoo through my thick brown hair. Using the Harry's soap, I liked its masculine scent and lathering ability. The music on my Bluetooth Bose speaker sounded top notch, as I sang along to Maroon 5. Actually was blessed to have a decent voice, which my lover Max had heard several times. He was so kind, but I believed him, despite our rather large age gap. He was a very sexy 18 year old freshman at Columbia University. Hard to believe we had been together now 4 months, and I loved him dearly. Always seeking his company and intelligent conversation, this weekend would be pleasant for both of us. I had gotten us tickets for a broadway show, and planned some delicious meals for us to enjoy together.
My arms felt a little better, as did my legs, where the dojo had surprised me with a sweeping kick. All of my employees for some reason didn't laugh. After getting up, I told them "when the boss goes down, as long as bones not sticking out, laugh as it is funny." All of my men and women were former military, or retired police officers. Or both so they should know the deal. This dojo was talented, and while I gave him a run with my hand to hand tactics taught to me in the army, ultimately he used his eyes and foot motion to surprise me. Definitely impressive, and a reminder that, it's important to be prepared for everything. All of us engaged with him following my knock down, and the continued education for all was successful.
"You ready to take over Duke?" My second in command was, as he would oversee all security and protective details this weekend. This is why he earned the big bucks, and I was so fortunate to have an impeccable lieutenant. He had also been in the army, and for years rose high in NYPD. Retiring as a captain, he now was my "go to," and had exceeded my tough expectations with ease. The man never slept. Could be a reason for three divorces, as he was a workaholic, and didn't turn down an opportunity for anything. Yet as much as he made, he was content with a burger and fries. No drama was refreshing indeed, and in a couple weeks, I arranged to surprise him with an all inclusive cruise in the Caribbean. Heck he earned it and always wanted my folks taken care of.
Now that all the assignments were in Dukes capable hands, I went to have breakfast at Mccormick's. It was the best diner in Manhattan, and for the prices, it couldn't be beat. As usual my favorite waitress Annie was working, and she immediately brought me a cup of coffee with ice water. She smiled and said "the usual Terry?" "You got it." Ten minutes later were buttery and fluffy pancakes, scrambled eggs, and a small portion of cooked right bacon. A breakfast that would provide some energy, as I read the news on my phone. Damn NY Times had to "update" their app again, and changed everything. Such a good paper but, the people in the IT section didn't have a clue.
After resolving my check, I went for a walk down Wall Street. It was probably cheesy, but I liked to go down there, and look into the harbor where the bull stands. Seeing the Statue of Liberty was always appreciated. What a nice gift from the French, and also a reminder that our nation, was a land of immigrants. My grandparents had come from Czech Republic and Ireland, and their stories growing up always riveted me. I missed them, even though it had been years, as they had been good influences growing up. My parents were excellent as well, and both were enjoying retirement near Philly. All of my family was only a state or two away, but I felt sorry that my first generation Filipino American lovers extended family was way away in Manila.
Sure they had email and FaceTime. Skype also. Yet there was considerable distance from them, and in New York he was close, but still far from his parents and sister in southern Maryland. His first semester at Columbia University was going well. I took him out to dinner a week ago to celebrate his midterms 4.0 gpa. He was smart and hard working, as architecture and computer engineering weren't a cake walk. Although 18 he was an old soul, and we liked the same music, movies, along with sharing a passion for history. There was lady liberty, along with the flotilla of boats and barges. New York Harbor was like no where else in the world.
Max would be over for dinner. Until then I spent time walking, which often allowed me to see the streets in new ways. While always vigilant and prepared, I liked to exercise walking as people in suits ran to their jobs. Did they all have prickly bosses? These times allowed me to "take it all in," as those familiar with NYC will understand. The sights, sounds, and smells. There's something reassuring and stressful about this, which makes no sense, but then again the Big Apple is a Rubicks Cube that shall never be solved.
After meandering, I went back to my condo to read the new Stephen King novel. Creepy and page turning, which was a nice surprise, as his previous work was truly awful. Was getting into it, as pages became chapters. Then the doorbell rang. I jumped up and upon looking at my CCTV system, was very happy to see a lithe 5'7 guy outside in the hallway. Max was here! Opening the door we kissed, and I gave him flowers I had bought for him from a street vendor. We were on the couch without noticing, and his flowery cologne smelled so good. The scent filled me up with chest and a bit of machinery working downstairs, as I wanted to romance him, despite the animal lust I felt in my loins. Holding hands it was so good to be together, and soon we cuddled, kissing and tussling each other's hair.
Damn he looked good with his spikes done via hairspray, and the black leather pants were very revealing. The cologne plus the aroma of leather was getting me, as was his nipples being visibly hard in his tight wet shirt. Damn he was so fucking sexy. He knew what I was thinking as our eyes were locked in magnetic attraction. Before I could move, he took my pants off, and I was now paralyzed as his warm hands went down into my underwear. His hands were magical, and as we kissed, he immediately made sure his tongue ring and my cock had an immediate meeting.
Looking at my eyes, I watched him as my 8 inches of thick white cock went in his lips. Down his throat he had me completely. His labored breathing led to mine, as my toes curled as he was sucking me so voraciously. When my eyes weren't closed in contentment, I could see his slobber all over my pulsating hard penis. He sucked my balls, making sure the tongue ball got right up on my very sensitive testicles. His shirt was off and oh yes. He was wearing the lemon green thong I had purchased for him a month ago. Against his smooth crotch, I attempted to, but was unable to get my hands on his private parts.
As he brought my cock in further, I pushed his head down. He was my bitch and I was going to throttle him. It was time to turn the tables, although it was so difficult to concentrate as pleasure was on every nerve covering my nude body. Watching him touch the smooth area where my pubes had been, he smiled and said "I like it baby. We are matching." Sure enough as I got his shirt and undergarments out of the way, there was his smooth and gorgeous cut cock that I always wanted. It sprung to life, and while 5", he had the prettiest one I had ever seen or swallowed to completion. I took him in my mouth, and licked around his tasty shaft. Oh yes his precum was mixing with my saliva, as I then went down on his nuts, licked his asshole, and started to finger him. Lube and my finger he was ready, but I kept going down on Max. I wanted him to know, this was another way to express my love for him.
Soon I was on top of him. We were kissing and his arms wrapped around me. He smelled so good and wow was he sexy. Our penises together, I made sure Max felt my beefy manhood in his balls, as a reminder of what was coming his way. Pheromones and hormonal urges, as our desire lit up on that couch. I picked him up. "Let's go to my bedroom." Putting him on the bed, he smiled and squirmed as my lubed up fingers slid and and out of him. I had his prostate firing away, and he let me know by clenching down, that my dna would soon be inside of him.
His feet on my shoulders I inserted myself into him. Oh how his eyes closed. Soon he had a grimace expression, but mere minutes later he was smiling and his cock was rock hard. His moans and mine were different. Manly deep voice versus his bottom screams, as I penetrated him hard with maximum amounts of primal urgency. All the way inside him my penis curved, and oh yes I was colliding with his g spot. Both of us sweating, we kissed, and he reached between to gently pamper my very sensitive balls. My breathing increased. Heart rate was up as well, and we literally were connected as one. Our bodies together, I loved being inside him, and he was cooing "you feel amazing in me." Kissing we made love for considerable time, and him vulnerable with his legs and feet up on me, were a major turn on.
He was so hard, and I grabbed his hips. Soon he started chanting some gibberish, and I watched his balls tighten up. Wouldn't be long. I pushed even harder to make sure he felt my manhood inside of him. He had his hands up and his eyes danced. He was hypnotized in a state of pure bliss. As he gyrated his penis shot out hot white sperm everywhere. I grabbed some, put it in his mouth, as we snowballed with his nut juice. So sweet tasting and just knowing our lips and his sperm merged made me even hornier. Max was taking every inch of my penis better than before. His tight ass wrapping around my sex object, I felt him stretching and loved when he moaned to the cadence I was pounding him with.
The lube and his tight ass grabbing my cock. His eyes with that look on them. That pouty expression when I went balls deep. His hands touching my hairy chest, were a sensual static electricity experience. All background noise and reality fell to the side, as I shot a huge load of creamy cum into my lovely young man. Oh wow the plasma like shaking to my core, as we kissed, and my so full balls being emptied was a cataclysmic experience of joy to behold. It all starting to come back as I saw my seed coming out of him, and we kissed so passionately. It was like two long lost lovers rediscovering each other, and soon we crashed out in each other's arms. A power nap that felt so good, and as he slept, I put on my blue boxers and started to cook our romantic dinner.
The sautéed potatoes were doing good, and I checked the steaks to make sure they were to Max's medium rare liking. The quiet sizzle wasn't what woke him up, but soon Max was kissing me. He chose to wear nothing. No complaints from me as his nice body looked so good, and we hugged and caught up with each other's activities. He did get an A plus on his chemistry test. I knew he could do it. Max sometimes was too tough on himself, and I watched him smile, delicately putting the flowers I got him in a vase on the dining room table. We were so comfortable together, and I agreed after cooking to go without clothing. Soon we were having a nude dinner. This was a first for us, although years ago, I did the same with my ginger boyfriend Matthew. It was a shame we had broken up, and I briefly reminisced about him, but soon my attention was back where it belonged.
"Thank you for such a good dinner." Max was so sweet, and he also had lit candles for us, as I kept the lighting dimmed. This was actually very nice, and we laughed and ate a delicious meal together. Tomorrow we would be going to broadway, and he was cherubic like, as it would be his first time. I asked Max what he'd like to do tonight, and he simply shrugged. "Movie and make love to me again." I felt the tension come back immediately, but we did enjoy coffee and dessert. The cheesecake was divine. Soon we were on the couch again watching a movie, but out of nowhere I felt hands on my penis. Instant hardness. "I have to go to the bathroom first." Max smiled like he knew, and walked with me in the bathroom. Releasing my cock, it took considerable time to loose the lead, but it came back semi wise as I peed in the toilet as he guided my stream. Then it without a beat went back to hard, and I was sitting on the throne, getting a blowjob of the hottest desire imaginable.
Max was making my head bop. On his knees he had me, his tongue ring around my shaft, and touching my shaved pubic area. Slurping my balls up, he put an unexpected eye mask over me, taking one of my senses away. His mouth was a work of natural wonder, and his lips, jaw, and saliva were magic of a source I had never encountered. Then it stopped. I started to take my eye mask off, when I heard Max say not yet. There was some movement, as he pushed my legs down, and must have with his feet hoisted on the toilet seat rode my penis. Up and down I was his hot rectal thermometer in his explosively hot ass. So tight. He was riding me and although I couldn't see him, his labored breathing told me my 8" was getting to him. Soon sure enough he came on my chest, and I shot a large load inside of him once again. Damn this was incredible and the sensations sent us to a new level of passion.
"Drop your weapon!" I yelled it in English and Arabic, yet the old man didn't register my commands. The rifle was in both hands, pointed in no one's direction, but he was too close to our compound. The desert winds kicked up, and I had my M 16 pointed at him, as my guys had a variety of firearms all locked in. I yelled "stop" in both languages, and I saw the sweat on his forehead. He had wires on him. I gave the signal and my guy on the right popped him, as we took cover. To our surprise there was no explosion. Yet we maintained our cover, and called in for air support to check the area, as the Ordinance folks were called in.
"Good shot sarge." He nodded. It was if the tension of moments before, had led to a scene of confusion as we generally were in that state in Iraq. First the remote control devices with cameras went by the old timer, and on it was a note written in English. We were being warned by ISIS to move out of the area, or the next time would be for real. Our intelligence team agreed more likely exiled Baathist party lunatics associated with Saddam. Yet who was this grandfather with a gun and wires all over? It took us days to answer, as a stressed out young man explained his dad with dementia was missing. Now it was our heavy burden to tell him what we could, and where he could recover his body.
War was so fucked up, and the human cost is often missed, by the bean counters in government or in the media. This was our duty, as our unit was protecting oil drilling spots, as they were high value targets for terrorists. Our government had told us "we'd be welcomed as liberators." All of us grunts knew that wouldn't be the case, and one day after we had chow, a bomb went off killing or maiming so many of us. I couldn't hear anything but there was blood coming out of my ears, as I rushed to our guys to protect them if attacked again.
"It's okay Terry, it's okay." Max again had witnessed one of my combat nightmares. Instead of tucking and running, he stayed with me during these, and also got my medications as my heart raced in the bed. We were both totally out asleep, and now sweat was under my portion of the bed. Max brought me meds and water, also holding me as I inevitably calmed down. This was the price I paid for living through both Afghanistan and Iraq, and what only my therapist and Max knew of. My folks and sisters knew a little, but I didn't want them to worry. What I loved about Max, and I meant it when I said he'd be a good therapist, is he just let me talk about what I would. He wouldn't push, pry, or judge either. He was so far past his chronological age.
He cooked a delicious breakfast. Such good Belgian waffles, vegetable omelets, and coffee. We decided to go shopping and pick up a late dinner, since we had slept in. I made sure on my phone. The American Utopia tickets were on the app. We'd be seeing the former singer of the Talking Heads show, which was a mesh of art, lighting, and music at 8 pm. Max had actually heard of the band, and when I showed him a YouTube clip of the broadway show, he was absolutely giddy. I was too as while not my first, it was ours as a couple, and I liked that we could openly love each other there. New York was very progressive, but Broadway had been ahead of the curve.
We had a really fun day together. The weather cooperated with us. Shopping was a lot of fun, and I got Max a new pair of shoes. He was so grateful, but he so needed tennis shoes as we went all over the city. Plus we were planning a hiking and camping trip together, so these would be helpful in that. He had never gone, yet despite his fears of snakes and bears, I was proud of him for preparing for our trip. Max was just so damned cute, and we went to a sex store too. It was so funny not getting asked for my ID, but Max looked under 18. We got some vibrators, butt plugs, and was I thrilled when he said he would wear the blue tight jock strap for me. I had always wanted to see his rear up in the air in those, and to take him hungrily with lust. Was getting very horny, and we both were as we looked at the pics on the gay porn. I looked at his bulge, he looked at mine, and we knew later him in a jock strap was going to get pillaged.
The theater was full. It was so great to hold my lovers hand, and to cuddle up in our seats in the high end section. Much more comfortable and worth every cent. With the lights going out, I felt Max's lips on mine. So sweet tasting, and he whispered "thank you love for taking me." It was a joy and when Max and I weren't watching David and other musicians and actors on stage, we were lost in each other's eyes. We fit like a glove and the show was very entertaining and artistic. One part with lights and music was phenomenally done, with the audience cheering resulting in a atmosphere that was truly nothing short of incredible. What a great show, and Max and I got a Uber ride back.
Opening the door, Max kissed me and grabbed the jock strap. "I'm going to take a shower, but I want you to be ready." My knees got weaker as I felt his tongue in my mouth, and he smiled at me, with his index finger playfully bopping me on the nose. With the shower on, I changed to my tight white banana hammock underwear and wore nothing else. He was going to see my throbbing hard penis, and know far well that I'll be plowing him soon. Damn he was such good company, smart, and sexy at the same time. The perfect lover. When he came out I was on the couch, and him in just those jock strap undies got my tongue tied. Walking towards me with purpose, I saw his tan shaved penis protruding and when he turned around, that perfect ass that I could bounce quarters off. Actually I'd be and I grabbed his cheeks, touching his balls and hole from behind as he moaned.
I bent him over the couch, tonguing his ass and hearing him hit new octaves. He was literally weak in the knees as I continued to lick his hole, finger him, and eventually start massaging his hard genitals and those eggs in that soft scrotum of his. Soon we were in the 69 position, clothes off. He had to take topside due to my size, and I loved how his penis slid in and out of my lips. Soon my unit was deep in his throat and I couldn't take it. Why use drugs when this was available? His musky male scent in my mouth and sinuses, I slurped his head into my lips. Sucking his balls and fingering him, it was time to get the party started.
Soon on the couch he took my dick in him. It was so good behind him as I grabbed his cheeks, and he clamped down on me. Lube and his warm ass. It was like slicing melted butter, as I kept pushing further and further. Nothing was holding me back and he moaned as I did him doggy as hard as I could. He was speaking indescribable words again as I shook my hips from side to side. He would know my passion for him, and soon he was riding me. Kissing with purpose and passion, our hands holding each other, we developed a errogenous circus of pleasure. Bending around his insides, he came all over me in a huge flurry. Big drops, puddles really of his juices which I placed in my mouth and we shared together.
Soon he turned around so I could see his cheeks. Succulent. Just perfect back with bounce to them. Watching my penis penetrate him, and his eyes looking back at me, I literally lost all control. The sensation was strange as small bits of my sperm flew up, and then I shot a load so big, it stunned him. What a glorious amount of my cum in his ass, where it belonged, and we kissed and hugged each other basking afterwards. All night we made love, and oh how I cherished it when he gently held my balls in his hands, as we kissed so assertively. We truly had a special connection, and after a night of broadway, we had our own version of a play. Far more passionate and exciting.