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Being a daddy isn't always fun and games. In your 40's you're still relatively young, but some extra time in the gym is needed. Also your diet can no longer consist of pizzas with sodas. Instead portion control and counting carbs is a battle, and twinks should enjoy their time under the warmest of suns. At 19 I took it all for granted. Now a daddy, I looked at myself in the mirror after manscaping. 6'3 with a 34" waist, and muscular still thankfully. Probably some genes too, yet as I trimmed my crotch I had to decide, which underwear to put on. My twink part time lover Tristan was coming over to my house, and not only did I want to satisfy him, I looked forward to the inevitable heat we shared together.
We had met earlier this year, and he was really feminine, which made me even hornier. His long brown hair and totally smooth body were incredible, and a petite along with huggable 5'7. Such a cute and charmer too, as he'd often for my benefit paint his fingernails black, and I was pretty sure he wore perfume. Whatever the scent was, it was dreamy and intoxicating. His brown eyes and red lips were so addictive, and I was rock hard thinking about him. Had to concentrate on other things, to get my eight inches of lust to cooperate. Finally I decided on the red mesh see through underwear, with the clasp to the leather attachment, that held my penis in place. Definitely kinky underwear, and Tristan knew I wanted him in the low cut briefs. Hard again as I thought of them hitting the floor, I finally decided to put on tight jeans and a T-shirt. He'd be here soon enough.
He had to finish his shift at the drugstore, go home to shower, and would be over. I cooked up some appetizer foods that he liked, and was so happy when the knock on the door announced his arrival. We kissed and went into the living room. Damn he looked good with his prescription glasses and long wavy brown hair, and my engine down below was firing on all cylinders. Yet for now the tension would have to build. He was hungry, and I got him a soda too. It was so wonderful to have a smart and funny old soul next to me, despite our age difference. We had met in the music store, as we quickly discovered each other by the Grateful Dead and Led Zeppelin section.
First we were platonic, but as I picked up on his vibe, one night I just had to put my hand on his legs. He certainly didn't resist, as his hips opened up, to allow me to move up into his shorts as I saw fit. Soon we were together as much as time allowed, and while the blowjobs and kissing had been hot enough, he finally allowed me to be inside him. When we made love it was both physical and sensual, and it added a new dynamic to our relationship. Also we enjoyed exploring each other, and one of his favorite things, was when I sat behind him. Feeling his chest and sensitive testicles up made him randy, along with my lips on his neck back and forth. We shared so much in common too, whether it be history, the Baltimore Ravens, music, and so many other passions. Both of us were looking at our work calendars, to see when staying at a rustic cabin could take place.
I asked Tristan how his day was, and the drugstore was busy, due to everyone looking for covid tests. They were out, and even showed this on their website. Their phone message was the same for older consumers. Yet the demand was excessive, as he told me what it was like. He was so damn cute in his pink sleeveless shirt and khaki shorts. Kind of a elf look if makes sense. Perhaps innocence would be a better term, but his dancing brown eyes, cute palms with the black fingernails, and his scent drew me to him. It was if time stopped completely, and I hovered in his orbit like a satellite does in space. As he ate and we drank our drinks, he asked me how my job as a data analyst was. "Boring but it pays the bills." Despite our age difference he was a much better conversationalist and outgoing, while I was the insulated introvert. Once the passion hit that was out the window, and his smell along with the scent, my mesh underwear's cock strap was being challenged by a Herculean task. I could detect my balls growing too, as sperm was moving to the tanks in large amounts.
Tristan did want to show me pictures of his new Civic. That's not what I wanted to see, as I wanted him nude, and in my bed. So desired my tongue with his, as we rolled around free of our clothing, and making love like primal animals in the African savanna. His new ride was nice. I was generally a SUV type, but had to admit Honda had improved greatly, on the car that got me through school at Penn State. The heated steering wheel and other toys, he was doing well saving money, and having a far better ride than I did at his age. I let him know how proud of him I was. Tristan smiled. "You just want to get in my shorts." Then he winked at me and looked so cute. "True," I managed to get out, as the temperature in our zone went up exponentially. Kissing. Holding hands. He could hear my almost growling like moans, and I could hear his feminine like gasps that I knew would be enhanced by my plowing him.
Soon we got up, and walking to the bedroom I removed his shorts. His hands were around my neck, and we kissed as we moved to our sanctity of pleasure. My king sized bed was ready, with its blue colored sheets and blankets, which I threw off as there was plenty of heat. It was sizzling. There could have been fire that spontaneously combusted, as now his top was off, and he stood in his tie dyed low cut briefs. They looked like panties, and I admired his pink nipples, flat stomach, along with the bulge I wanted to play like with as if clay in my hands. On the bed we made out, and his scent grasped my concentration, and he somehow managed to get me down to my see through mesh underwear. Smiling he said, "I like seeing your crotch, and can't wait to unbutton those." It was if I lost the bounds of gravity as I got harder and visibly showed him I meant business.
His toes and fingers were going to get sucked. I had every intention of my tongue all over him, and as we kissed with our tongues reaching each other's, I took his undies off too. Oh yes smooth and hard, his cut 6" was stunningly beautiful. The most perfect cock and nice low hanging balls to feel up, and I had his undivided attention sliding my fingers around. His body temperature was sizzling, and I just loved how his genitals looked and felt in my palms too. His whiny moan when I rubbed his balls from the back, to when I slid my fingers up and down his shaft was joyful. Soon we kissed again and there was static electricity. My tongue and hands moved to his neck, and the sweet scent of his skin. Sugary and musky same time, I swirled around his nipples. I manipulated his soft smooth balls, and with the lube I started to finger him to get his ass ready. He kept moaning and saying "daddy, daddy, oh yes daddy." I was hitting his sweet spots, then went in for the kill.
Holding his hips, I kept fingering his hole, yet my tongue went for his fingers. Precum was rolling out of his cock head, which is what I desired, as I loved the beginnings of my blowjobs to be greeted with his DNA on my taste buds. Why start with a regular cock, when I could get sloppy with his sloppiness? All of his fingers in my mouth he was in a trance, and went even crazier, when those toes were mine. His feet were sensitive to the touch, but one time I got him to blow a load by sucking his toes. They were an errogenous zone, and I made him squeal. His big toe and smaller ones in my wet saliva full mouth of heat, I got turned on as his eyes closed and his back arched up.
Oh yes his smile. Soon his white teeth, and look of youthful exuberance, as he rifled through my underwear. Taking them completely off rather than messing with the attached hook, I was now naked and showing off a 8" monster that needed not wanted to be inside him. We had to make passionate love. It was no longer a choice and as he fondled my rock hard cut penis, I went down on him. He was on his back again as I eagerly took him into my mouth with both purpose and desire. His sweet precum flickered away with my tongue, I rallied to go up and down on him with every fiber of my being. The smells and sounds, along with the aura of our vulnerable nudity. I made the slurping sounds, as my lips grabbed at his sex organ with vise like grip. Taking his balls in. Oh my favorite. His nuts tasted so good, and with their smoothness, I took them in and licked his shaved scrotum to fire him up even more. He was like the furnace rooms of steam locomotives or ships, as the hot coals of desire were lit up even more.
Yet soon he got on top of me, and seeing his eyes upon mine, and his hardened soaking cock were the most delicious eye candy ever. Tristan put me in the prone position, with my legs bent upwards, and took my penis into his mouth with Hoover like velocity. So quick I was speaking or mumbling another language, my hands grabbing the sheets. He now was in control and there wasn't a damn thing I could do. Another plateau. A non drug induced high. There's no words to describe this erotic euphoria, as I occasionally glanced at him as he made my penis disappear in his lips. Oh yes he was licking my balls and ass too. He was rabid, as I was, and soon we would both be frothing for our gymnastic like activities.
Tristan didn't see me grab the lube, but he heard me tell him to "sit on my face." I licked his hole voraciously, and was able to slide my fingers and tongue in his ass. He never saw the lube bottle, but soon I had this warm liquid and a couple fingers in his delightful tight rear end. I was going to make sure he felt me now, and as he shook I grinned, knowing that soon it would be far more intense than that. I was going to enjoy being inside of him, and his g spot would like what my large sex organ did to him as I pummeled his ass. He was singing as my fingers and tongue went to work, and he knew instinctively what was expected.
Without complaint, only eagerness he sat looking at me, on my hard penis. Centimeter by inch he went down, and the heat inside him was electric. A oven for my cock, and soon he was riding me, as we kissed together. Airtight I could feel his hole stretching, as his cute face contorted and his eyes got bigger. He touched my chest too. Also he massaged my nuts to stir my tanks. We had been lovers long enough to be one instead of two, and we were together as I held on to his hips as he bounced. It was an incredible sensation, and soon he was yelling "your cock feels amazing." Yes baby yes!
As I took him from behind, I felt his back up, which lit up all kinds of zones like a ping pong machine. He was in walls of pleasure as was I. The room had become our zone of desires and urges, and as I plowed him from the back, I purposely pulled out all the way. Then jammed my penis in as far as I could. He shuddered. He screamed. I loved how if I did it out of rhythm, his hole was aligned in new ways and he screamed in ecstasy as he also gripped my thick magic stick. Watching my big white cock sliding in him was hot. I spanked his cheeks, and told him to ride me again.
Kissing. Holding. Groping and embracing. Fucking so intensely. His eyes were closed and he smiled. I did too and said look below you. He saw the reflection of my dick going inside of him, and froze up for a second or two. He then clamped down and I screamed, as we both were watching our bodies connected. I touched his balls and he watched this in the reflection, as my hardened erection explored his crevices further than ever before. He was close. I could sense his breathing. Tristan bounced differently and I watched his testes move up and tighten. He screamed and came all over my chest and all over himself too. I grabbed some globs and placed them in our mouths, so I could penetrate and snowball him at one time.
He was a sweaty mess as was I, and the sensation of my penis in him was coming to an end. I was so attracted to him. His eyes and grin. The room started to spin. Heat crossed me and the smell of our sex was in my nasal packages. It was so intense and I felt so many changes as the adrenaline kicked in. Soon with a violent purge I felt the pressure being unleashed, as I came in his tight ass. The feeling was incredible, as was so sweet of Tristan to hold on to my balls as remnants of my baby batter flew up inside of him. His scent along with our sexual notes was so hot, and we ended up taking a shower together.
I had my hot twink, and he brought me ice water. Thirsty I drank it, and we sat in bed lying together. Lost in each other's eyes. Nude and vulnerable, with so many spots of sperm all over the bedsheets. Yet taking this all in, I was relieved to spend time with my lover. We gave each other back massages, and chatted for awhile in the nude, kissing here and there. Time had continued to stop, as his hands felt good in mine, and I had him nuzzle up on my hairy chest that dripped of sweat and spent cologne. We had something special going on, and I loved gazing into his eyes, along with looking at his complete smoothness. We kissed and slept, knowing full well, to recharge our batteries for each other.