Please do what you can to keep nifty up and running! This is our house. Thank you for all support! Terry
The staccato of automatic fire hurt my ears, and caused my physiological fight or flight to arrive. At 4 am our unit expected a quiet entry, as we went after a high value target in Basra. We had conducted who knows how many of these operations, but we would not let complacency become part of what we did. Yes the media's "mission creep," is somewhat accurate, but that's on a macro war level. Here our eight man team had gained entry to the neighborhood, via a paid informant, who we hoped was at least neutral to what we were doing. Looking at his picture again with Warrant Officer Jenkins, we had a good bit of intel which was always a bonus. Our plan had been to go in, grab the Iraqi by surprise, and interrogate him with a German Shepherd. They were far more scared of any breed of dog, and a few months ago Jenk and I had proven this with a Labrador.
The cross fire was concerning as we hopped out of our humvee. Yet our observation team 5,000 feet up reported a "green light." We moved with stealth and purpose, in all black along with our weapons hot. The desert air was clear tonight, with pleasant temperatures, and as we breached the door I was thrown to the ground. "Are you okay Terry?" Sweating profusely, I woke up from a nightmare of this event, and was glad that my young lover was there to reassure me. Max knew as we'd been seeing each other for months now, that I had PTSD from combat duties. On this particular mission, we lost Jenk and three others, as a group of terrorists had ambushed our position. It was one of many things that haunted me, yet Max's calm reassuring demeanor despite only being 18, was far better than any VA shrink. He brought me a tranquilizer, and it didn't take too long to work, as the shaping stopped and I was fast asleep.
Apparently Max cuddled up with me, although the drug took that memory away, but I was glad once awoke properly that he was in the bed with me. Last night we had our usual Friday night of raw sexual passion, and after exploding inside of him as we kissed, I believed a zenful night of sleep was in the cards. How wrong I had been, but I focused on what I could control. Kissing Max and wishing him good morning, I hugged him against my arms. Looking in his eyes was incredible, as we held hands to just simply enjoy the moment. He was doing amazing things at Columbia University, and was really good on bringing my 40 something mind to relative youth. I was grateful to him, and planned on taking him to Mischa's Steakhouse tonight. It was his favorite, and although it was rather expensive, I could afford it as I owned my own security and protection detail company.
Business had been great lately, as now I had over one hundred employees. Due to New York prices, I was still deciding on an office. Yet it was time as revenue along with the customer base, continued to flourish like strong sunflowers in a garden. A multimillion dollar enterprise, and in just a few years. There was a lot of hours, sweat, stress, and best of all determination. A lot of the credit went to my men and women, who acted professionally and showed exemplary work ethic. I did let them know, that the headquarters would not be in Manhattan, but wanted feedback where to put it for the convenience factor for them. It wasn't going to be a cinch, but I looked forward to the office being established properly. Sure I had a PO Box, laptop, even occasionally rented offices, but it was time to go big.
"Have some breakfast Terry." So sweet of Max, as he made my favorite pancakes, hash browns, eggs, and coffee the best. I was hungry come to think of it. Those foods disappeared fast, and we held each other. "Thank you love." Seeing him smile, oh how I loved how his Filipino features conveyed contentment. We really did get along, and shared similar interests in aviation, history, and the sciences. With winter approaching soon, we were going to take a trip upstate, and bring out my high tech telescope to a rural area to see the planets and stars. Just thinking about it made me grin, because while yes we'd spend hours looking at the cosmos, there was no doubt we'd be making move for who knows how many times. Plus I'd reserve a private property, so we could really enjoy ourselves.
He got in the shower, and I liked to watch his ass from the bed. 5'8 and maybe 145 pounds, his lithe figure always turned me on. His recently shaved penis and balls did too of course, plus he didn't really have any body hair. Very smooth all over, which was my ideal preference, and I sat under the covers naked with a very erect 8 inches fully engorged. Always a quick recovery, whether from a passionate session and nightmares of the past, I decided to sneak up on Max. He had the heat high as usual. Mist or steamy, not sure what to call it. Yet he noticed me and smiled, as my eyes traveled up and down on him. "Want to soap me off?"
I certainly did, and like the lever commercials, I touched his 5,000 parts. Got a little naughty with my finger inside of him, and also we both were turned on kissing and rubbing our penises together. What a tease though. He put my hands back up on my hairy chest, as my muscular 6'3 frame almost bucked back in protest. "Save it for tonight love." I was pent up and frustrated, and although I wanted to fuck him splendidly, it would have to wait. He was walking funny a bit, so might as well give his hole a slight reprieve before tonight's obvious aggression paid him a visit. Max made me laugh. He called me a "horny bull." This was true, as my lust and desire for him made my heart speed up and balls ache even more.
And then to probably tease me, did he have to only wear his light blue compression shorts? I was seeing everything. His smile confirmed it. He was so sweet though, and put on loose khakis and a dress shirt on. Actually he was still looking sexy. We decided to go explore Manhattan a bit, and we went to Morgan's Clothiers. He didn't know this, but I was going to get him a leather wallet. His was this ripped up Velcro one, and he almost didn't let me. Yes it was a Asher brand one, that cost close to $200, but they were good quality and lasted a long time. I got a really nice kiss for that, and we walked hand in hand in the shopping district. Had to smile as saw guys younger or my age checking him out. It was a great feeling, but he was my sexy guy.
It was so good to spend time at Rockefeller Plaza, and also people watching. Both Max and I enjoyed this "sport" immensely. Admittedly our favorite area was the trains, as lots of strange characters guaranteed. Yet we found a few, and gave out gold, silver, and bronze medals amongst ourselves. Finally it was time for dinner. Mischa's had a popular reputation, and as is was Saturday evening, of course I had made reservations. Dressed in a dress shirt from Polo, and with khaki slacks as well, Max and I cleaned up well together. Yesterday I had gotten rid of my brown grey beard, and Max told me "this was better."
Our hostess put us at a booth. Looking at his eyes, we both stared, and our chemistry was really good. I gripped his hand quickly and squeezed. Hopefully he understood this meant I cared about him. After what felt like forever, he smiled and did the same. Such a great moment as we were becoming more established, and our comfort level was surreal. Our waiter Charles showed up to our table with two filtered water glasses, and asked us what we would like for drinks. Max had a Coke, while I ordered some German Hefeweizen. Damn it was good, I'd have to put in my phone notes this brand. We sat for a little while discussing the day, and Charles was back with us.
He had to have been 60 something, and walked with a gait that indicated a disability. Looking around our seating arrangement made sense. He had only three tables, while some servers had four or five. I wondered what his life story had been. For his age he was in pretty good shape the limp nonwithstanding, and of course that part of my brain wondered "military?" Out of respect I didn't ask. Max and I both ordered the filet mignons, his came with vegetables, while I decided to go rogue with fries. You had to wait considerable time, but their steaks were the talk of the town. Mischa was named after the owner, who often was present, and had combined some New Orleans seasonings with her entrees. She had started out with a far more humble place, but in the last two years leased this high end property. I had met her several times, and found her to be both humble and genuine.
Max admitted, "even though I come from a well established family, best food ever." His mom and dad both were corporate chief financial officers, so he definitely was not bs'ing me. Having grown up quite privileged, heck he was going to Columbia, Max wasn't a spoiled brat. Wise far beyond his years, we both didn't need dessert. I paid the check, and we walked around the Wall Street area. As I played with the bulls nuts, I was sending a not so subliminal message to my lover. We did occasionally kiss, and he knew my body language better than I did. It was a pleasant walk, as the weather was truly amazing, but we had other things to take care of.
Walking in my penthouse, I grabbed Max from behind, kissing his neck in that sensitive zone of his. He moaned a bit, and whispered "I love how your cock feels against me." I so want to give you a blowjob." Oh yes and I got even harder, but tonight it was me who desired giving head. Always had an oral fixation, and I pushed him down on the bed, removing his clothing by the strength of my body. Soon just his little white see through briefs. I kissed him, and had him lie down, feeling his package up. The cloth used and his penis were stretched, despite his 5" cock not being all that huge. Taking his underwear off, I let him see me throw it to the other side of the room. His eyes sparkled.
Touching his shaved testicles, was first and foremost. I delicately played with his sensitive sack, bringing up visual signs of approval. He was closing his eyes, as I stirred his tanks. I had a balls fetish since I was young, and running his small but sexy nuts in my palms and fingers was invigorating. Finally I couldn't help myself, continuing playing with them, as I took his extremely rigid penis into my mouth. Up and down I went, slobbering his pole like a baptism. He was catatonic as I just kept going up and down, his musky flavors inside my gums. I know he liked the visual when I had his penis in my cheeks. He was in a trance, as I showed him what I was doing to him, and vacuuming up the precum into my throat.
Max played with my hair, as I kept making his sec organ wetter. All the way down. Up and down, it was like bobbing for sweet apples, as i swirled my tongue around his head. His toes kept curling, and finally he said "if you keep this up I can't help it. Going to cum." Oh yes please do I thought, because as hard as I was doing this, I wanted his sperm on my tongue and down my throat. Going even more aggressively for the prize, he was tensing up, and I was greeted with a generous heap of precum as I played more with his scrotum. My lips wrapped around him with a high level of PSI. He twitched and soon lay still screaming delightful octaves. Oh yes his sperm was swirling in my mouth, and globs of it went down my throat, with that nice flavor of his that I always was entranced with. All went in my lips, not a drop missed, and soon Max was kissing me.
As we kissed, he took my shirt off, touching my chest in a pattern that drove me crazy. Almost rabid as he unbuckled my belt, taking me down to my orange boxers. Standing long and tall was my cock, and Max smiled, "that's going to feel so good in me. Fuck me in the ass." With that I got even hotter, and soon he was between my legs sucking my manhood as I fingered him with warming lube. I put my index all in to his groans of pleasure, and at the same time, couldn't believe how good he gave head to me. Eye contact and his wet lips, oh this was paradise in every way. He gently played with my larger balls. Smiling he said "you're so full daddy." Oh yes he had me in his invisible sex manacles, and soon his ass would belong to me.
Sure enough I made him bend over, and with lube fingered him with my long fingers. It was getting to him. His ass jiggling let me know I hit his sweet spot. My fingers felt his tightness, and I so wanted my penis in his pocket. The thrusting back and forth, and soon my placing my cock on his testes, I detected some movement. His young balls must be filling up again, and I would do everything I could to give him an encore orgasm. He was getting semi hard, and as I placed my head in his rear, he let me know the pulsating pressure was incredible.
It was almost a falsetto yell. Jersey Boys. I was plowing in him half way, then pulling out, and sliding my long thick branch inside him. To feel him grip my sex like this, was as good as it gets. Pounding inside him I shook my hips side to side. Oh yes he was going to get it. As I plowed, he pushed down on my fully erect penis, as I held his hips firmly in place. The whole bed shook and rattled, and I could see his face contort to the pressure and long thrusts I employed on his silky smooth ass.
Soon I was on top of him. Our hearts beat together. We were holding hands, kissing, and eventually I saw out of my pupils corner, my gigantic penis going under his scrotum. I was deep and giving him every inch. He was getting hard, using his fingers to grab the covers and hold on as the surge of sensuality hit us both. Even though the intensity was surreal, with non verbal cues I lifted Max on top of me. He was so hard as was I, and we kissed as he became my bottom bitch of so much energy and attraction. The feeling was almost like losing consciousness, and falling into a realm of pleasure, that probably only can happen when on an illegal substance.
Primally I held him to me, and saw in the mirror his cheeks, and my cock going further in. Max's eyes closed and he screamed tidings of joy, as he orgasmed all over my chest. Oh yes I picked up his dna and put it his mouth, kissing him with fury unleashed. He touched my balls, and as I felt the unwavering pleasure, I exploded in his tight ass with so much sperm that he was breeded by me completely. Our racing heart rates and adrenaline surged and fell, but as we tussled each other's hair, kissing we slept for hours relieved and with solidarity.