Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The story contains graphic descriptions of sex between men, and anyone who is forbidden by law to read such material must exit the story now. The characters have unprotected sex, as characters safely can in fiction. Reality, obviously, is another matter entirely.
This story is being posted to the Nifty Archive for the enjoyment of its readers. It may not be posted or distributed by any other medium without the written permission of the author.
Other works by the author in the Nifty Archive include "Unusual Christmas" and the series Nick's Adventures, both in bisexual/high school; "First Mate" and "Twin Spin, Parts 1 and 2" in gay/incest; The Dancer and Call-Boy Journal in gay/encounters; "My First Year with Kevin" in gay/high school; and "From Slave to Houseboy" in gay/authoritarian.
E-mail comments are always welcome. Rob
Chapter 3
First encounters are usually pretty awkward, and, although I was experienced, I hadn't really had a first encounter in over ten years. Rob hadn't said much on our walk back to the hotel, and I was worried he was nervous about what would happen. I opened the door and let him in ahead of me.
"Would you like a drink," I asked.
"No," he said. "Not now."
"Okay," I said.
While I was trying to figure out what to say or do next, Rob came over to me and touched my shoulder. He looked deeply into my eyes, and then he kissed me. At first the kiss was a chaste touching of lips. Then it became more passionate as he drove his tongue into my mouth. God, the boy could kiss. He put his arms around me as he had no doubt done to Kevin a thousand times, and our bodies rubbed together through our clothes.
Rob finally broke the kiss and started unbuttoning my shirt.
"Let me make you feel good," he said.
"You already have, Rob. But go ahead. I won't say no."
He chuckled and continued removing my shirt. Once my shirt was off, he touched my chest. His hands were warm, and I could feel the roughness of an athlete's hands as he caressed me. He worked both of my nipples with his thumbs, and my cock, already hard from our kissing, twitched in my jeans. My nipples got rock hard instantly, and my lust grew proportionately with every flick of his finger. We were still standing in the living room of the suite. Rob nudged me toward the bedroom, and I followed his lead to where he wanted to go.
He led me first into the bathroom. I thought maybe he wanted to urinate or something. Instead, he smeared toothpaste on one of the toothbrushes the hotel provided. He opened my mouth and brushed my teeth for me. Ordinarily, I couldn't fathom how having my teeth brushed could ever be erotic, but that night it was one of the most sensual oral experiences I had ever had. He brushed his own teeth next. When we had spat and swished, he gently dried my face with a hand towel.
As we were standing at the sink, he took his own shirt off and hung it on a clothes hook. Then he caressed my chest again. I did the same to him, and he moaned softly when I worked his nipples with my thumbs. He adjusted his crotch, and I could see the tent that his erection made under his pants.
We moved back into the bedroom, and Rob pulled back the covers on the bed. He had me lie down, still in my shoes, socks, and jeans. First he took my shoes and socks off. He licked the soles of my feet, and the tickling sensation sent a new wave of lust through me. Then he sucked my toes. God, I thought, if he keeps that up, I'll come in my jeans without any further stimulation. He knew when to stop, though.
Next he took off his own footwear and his pants. He laid them carefully on a bedside chair, no doubt thinking of the cleaning bill he could avoid by being that fastidious with them. Then, still in briefs, he got in bed with me.
We kissed again, this time for a longer period and with a good bit more intensity. My erection was so hard it actually hurt inside my tightish jeans. He undid my belt, and, with his teeth, each of the buttons of my fly. Having his sensual mouth that close to my cock, where I could feel his warm breath caressing it through my underwear, was again almost more than I could stand. He finished that chore, finally, and pulled my jeans and underwear down and off me in one movement. There I lay, naked, hard, and oozing precum.
Rob took his own briefs off and I saw the glory of his erection for the first time. It was magnificent. I knew then why the ancient Greeks worshipped the phallus as a divine object, for surely his was worthy of devotion. A little more than seven inches long, it was perfectly shaped and proportioned, tip to root.
He moved down to my crotch and took the head of my cock into his mouth. It had been months since I had felt that sensation, and I shuddered with pleasure. He was skilled at oral sex, and, before long, he had me thrusting into his mouth. He tickled my ball sack while he sucked me. Then, he took each of my testicles into his mouth, licking and sucking gently on each in turn. He moved lower to that sensitive spot between balls and anus, and licked it with long, slow strokes of his tongue.
My ass was next. He wiped it with a corner of the sheet before caressing it with his mouth. Oh, the pleasure, the sheer joy of mansex!
"I want you to fuck me," he whispered into my ear when he returned to the top of the bed. "Will you do that for me?"
"Yes, babe," I whispered hoarsely. "I'll love you any way you want me to."
With that, he got on his back and allowed me to raise his legs to expose his anus to me. His ball sack was virtually hairless, and his hole was pink and perfectly clean. I touched it gently, and he shuddered.
"Do I need some lube," I asked.
"Maybe a little," he said. "It's been a long time."
I reached for the tube of KY jelly that I had used the night before to pleasure myself, and I squirted some on his hole. I rubbed the outside. Then I inserted a finger to force the lube inside him. He relaxed completely at that point, and my finger moved past the ring of muscle without any difficulty. I smeared some jelly on my cock and moved into position.
"I hope this doesn't hurt you," I said.
"It won't," he replied. "I want it too much for it to hurt."
I placed the head of my cock against his hole and slowly entered him. He gasped with pleasure as my shaft entered his chute.
"Just hold me a few minutes like this," he said. And so I did, my cock buried fully in him.
"Dan, I can't tell you how good this feels," he said. "Are you comfortable?"
"Completely," I said. "I could stay like this the rest of my life." That made him smile, and he was suddenly even more irresistible than he had already been.
After moments of this kind of intimacy, he made a thrusting gesture that let me know he wanted me to fuck him properly. I started moving in him, and, within three or four strokes, he joined me in counter-thrusts. Ted had never done that; he could never establish a rhythm. Rob, though, was in perfect sync with my every move.
I have no idea how long we kept that up. Occasionally, when he felt me or himself close to orgasm, he would slow his movements to signal that I should do the same. That way we were able to continue fucking and pleasuring one another much longer than I had ever done before. Finally the pressure on my penis got too strong for me to hold back any longer, and, with a mighty spasm, I began spurting my cum into him. My orgasm triggered his, and, in an instant, he was shooting his hot, thick seed all over his stomach and chest. Neither of us had touched his cock; his orgasm was entirely internal and spontaneous. My engineer's need for precision made me count his spurts, and he flooded himself no fewer than eight times.
By then we were both too breathless to speak. I lowered his legs without withdrawing from him, and he pulled me down onto his slimy, hot chest. I checked the clock next to my bed, and I noticed it was 11:10. We had been at it a full hour.
Rob kissed me deeply and gently rubbed my back and shoulders. I was totally satisfied and would have stayed in him forever had not the inevitable happened. My penis softened, and I had no choice but to slide out of him.
"God, that was good for me, Dan."
"Rob, that was the best fuck I've had in so long I can't remember a better one."
"Me, too," he said.
I reached for my cigarettes and an ashtray that were on the bedside table, and we lay together, smoking contentedly.
"Will you spend the night with me," I asked expectantly.
"I really don't think I should, Dan. As much as I would like to. I work here, remember?"
"Of course. I understand. Will I be able to see you tomorrow?"
"I was hoping we could spend the day together," he said. "And tomorrow night at my apartment."
"Nothing would make me happier," I said.
By midnight, Rob was gone. We had agreed to meet each other at ten the next morning at the Cafe Du Monde coffee shop across the street from Jackson Square. I washed before getting into bed, but I was reluctant to remove his scent and his seed from my body. I knew I had a significant crush on my hands for that boy, and I wanted as much of him as I could get. I called the desk and asked for a wake-up call at nine the next morning. Within moments of turning off the light, I was asleep.
I woke completely refreshed long before the telephone rang with my wakeup call. I looked at the clock and saw that it was only seven. I called the desk to cancel the call, and I ordered a pot of coffee and a newspaper.
I showered and shaved in ten minutes. By the time the coffee arrived, I was already dressed for the day. I selected khakis and a Tommy Hilfiger shirt that looked good with my pants. I drank two cups of coffee and scanned the newspaper. By then it was only eight o'clock, and I dreaded the two hours I had to endure before seeing Rob. On a whim, I decided to walk in the direction of the Cafe and to window shop along the route.
When I finally arrived at the Cafe Du Monde at 8:30, I was greeted by the call, "Hey, Dan, I'm over here." It was Rob.
I hurried over to his table. I wanted to kiss him and hug him, but I knew he probably wouldn't appreciate that kind of public display of affection. Instead, we shook hands warmly.
"What are you doing here so early," he asked, before I had a chance to ask him the same question.
I told him about waking early.
"Well, I did the same thing. In fact, I was up by 6:30, so I decided to go for a run."
I hadn't noticed the fact that he was wet with sweat and wearing running shorts and a tank top. The tank top was too large, and his right nipple was fully exposed.
"I love to run in the morning before it gets too hot and the streets get full of people. Weekends are just about the only time I can do that," he said.
"God, you're gorgeous," I blurted out without thinking.
"Come on, man. Don't do that to me." I detected a tiny blush.
"Okay, stud. I won't."
He grinned.
"Last night was really fun," he said. "I could get used to that kind of stuff pretty easy."
"Me, too," I answered. "And I'm looking forward to more today. And tonight."
"You want some coffee and doughnuts," he asked, as a waiter brought him a steaming cup of cafe au lait and a half dozen beignets covered in powdered sugar.
"Yeah, I think I do. Bring me the same, please," I told the waiter.
"This is going to give us more time together," he said. "I like that."
We finished our coffee and beignets and smoked cigarettes. Rob didn't have his on him, of course, but I, for a change, had remembered mine.
"Let's go to my house so I can get cleaned up," he suggested. "It's only a couple of blocks from here."
It turned out to be more like six blocks from where we had been, but it hardly mattered. I saw Rob's point about the parking situation in the Quarter, and I knew that I would walk to work as he did, under those circumstances.
His building turned out to be a magnificently restored mansion that was absolutely typical of French Quarter architecture. A plaque on the outside said it had been built in 1790. We entered a wooden door into what must have once been a carriage entrance that led into a wonderfully landscaped courtyard, or patio. His apartment was on the second floor, so we climbed a set of wrought iron stairs to a balcony above. He unlocked his door and walked in ahead of me.
The place was really quite nice. It had obviously once been a single large room. The ceiling in the living room part was at least eighteen feet high. The owner had taken advantage of this feature by building a bedroom loft across half the room. Beneath the loft were the kitchen and bathroom. The place was beautifully furnished in very masculine appointments, including a huge sofa and two leather easy chairs. There was an entertainment center with a TV, VCR, and stereo. There were a few books in sight, but those had the look of being more a decorator touch than a sign of literary interest. There was a counter separating the kitchen from the living room, and he had a small table with four chairs off to the side. The three enormous windows were draped in a fabric and style that wreaked of masculinity.
"This is a nice place," I said.
"Thanks. It's small, but it's okay for just me."
"Did you pick out all this furniture, or did it come with the apartment?"
"Oh, hell, no. My mother hired a decorator, and he did it all."
"You mind if I look upstairs," I asked.
"Help yourself. I want to get a quick shower." He stripped completely in the living room and walked toward an alcove that contained a washer and dryer behind bifold doors. He put detergent and the clothes into the washer, but he didn't turn it on. I admired his physique once more, and, once more, began to become aroused.
I walked upstairs and found a rather Spartan bedroom. There was what looked like a queensize bed, two night stands, a desk, a desk chair, a computer desk, and a chair with a floor lamp that was apparently intended for reading. I peaked into an enormous closet that contained his hanging clothes, a bicycle, other sports gear, and a sizeable chest of drawers. Again, the decor was perfect.
I knew Rob would have to come upstairs to get dressed, and I wanted some excuse to be there when he did. His computer was on so I checked out what he might have in the way of software. There was Windows 98 and Internet software. He had the newest version of Microsoft Office and a number of games that I didn't recognize. I clicked the Internet connection, hoping his password was saved, and it was. I went to Netscape and checked my e-mail on my Hotmail account; I had nothing of interest. Then I went to his version of ACDSee to see if he had any interesting pictures. There were a few in the mIRC folder, but nothing very interesting. Then I found a folder that was simply labeled "me." I went to it and found some spectacular pictures of Rob and of a guy I assumed was Kevin. Kevin was almost as hot as Rob, if such a thing were possible. I thought they must have really turned some heads when they walked across the FSU campus together.
I heard Rob turn off the water in the shower, so I closed out ACDSee. I realized I had been snooping, and I certainly didn't want him to catch me. I didn't act any too quickly, either, because in a second I heard him coming up the stairs to the loft. He was stark naked, and, unlike the last time I had seen him fresh from the shower, this time he was hard.
"I boned up thinking about you," he said with a sheepish grin.
"That happens to me all the time," I said. He caught the irony I had intended, and we both laughed.
"Stand up," he said. I did as ordered. "Now kiss me. Hug me. Make love to me."
"Yes, sir," I said, mockingly. "Anything you say, sir." He grinned that grin that made me want to cry and laugh at the same time.
We kissed deeply and passionately, and, of course, I joined Rob in the tumescent state in no time. He stripped me gently, as he had done the night before, and we moved to his bed. It was made, which surprised me, so he flung back the covers. With the avidity of the very young, he pleasured me every way he knew how.
"Is it okay if I fuck you this time," he asked, always polite and sounding much like a little boy who wanted a second helping of dessert.
"Nothing would make me happier," I said.
Rob didn't ask if I needed lube; he knew I did. His penis was a good two inches longer than my five-and-a-half inch tool, and it was quite a bit thicker, as well. He worked my ass very nicely with his fingers, though, and he entered me as painlessly as Ted had. I sighed deeply at the pleasure of his cock inside me and at the feelings of love that were developing in me toward him.
He let me adjust to his size before beginning his thrusting. Once he started, though, I felt like a virgin on her wedding night. My God, the boy could fuck. He knew precisely where my prostate was and how to stimulate it with his penis. He fucked slowly, then faster, then more slowly again, to keep us both right on the brink of climax. He kept me in a state of the most intense arousal I'd ever known. Eventually, though, I came, and, when I did, he came, too. He grinned down at me, then kissed me gently, careful not to get my cum on his freshly laundered chest.
Just when I thought he was ready to pull out and finish our tryst, he bent over and took my cock into his mouth. Oh, the flexibility of the youthful athlete! He was still very hard inside me, and, in a few moments, I responded to his oral ministrations. In a matter of minutes, I was being fucked and sucked simultaneously. This, for me, was a new experience. We both lasted longer the second time than we had the first. I thought at one point I would pass out from pleasure, but he knew how to play my body like a master violinist plays his instrument. Finally, after intense near-orgasms for both of us, we came into each other. He swallowed my cum handily. Then he licked the remains of my first climax from my chest and stomach. Like a cat, he cleaned his kitten.
He was the first to speak after he had gotten us cigarettes.
"Did you like that?"
"Rob, I started having sex with men when I was a nineteen-year-old undergraduate, and I have never experienced anything like that in all that time. You are, without a doubt, the most talented lover I've ever had." I said that in all sincerity because it was true.
"Aw, come on, man. Don't make me have to kick your ass for lying."
"Son," I said, as I caressed his chest, "you have permission to do anything to my ass you want to, any time."
He laughed his cute Rob laugh, and I joined him.
"You want to take a shower," he asked me.
"Not unless you do," I replied.
"Can you smell me," he asked, raising a moist armpit for me to examine. I leaned forward to smell it, and he smelled like a freshly powdered baby. I licked his armpit, and he giggled. "All I smell is the most wonderful odor on earth, the musk of a boy in heat."
"Well, I really don't want to take another shower, so why don't we get up and get dressed and face the day."
"You're the man with the plan," I said. Before we dressed, we went downstairs and wiped the residual cum off me. He wiped his underarms, as well. He applied deodorant, and I did the same. Back upstairs, I dressed in the clothes I had worn over, and he put on a pair of white 501 Levi's that really showed off his bulge perfectly and a beautiful sport shirt. He tucked a fresh pack of Marlboros in his shirt pocket, got his wallet, keys, lighter, and pocket change in place, and he was ready for the day.
Once we were downstairs, I told him I could use another cup of coffee. He looked a little concerned.
"I don't have any. Let's go back to the Cafe for some more."
We walked back to the Cafe Du Monde and ordered coffee. While we drank it, we talked about our plans for the day.
"I've got a car," he said. "I haven't been around the city much. Have you?"
"No, I haven't," I said honestly. "Only downtown and the Quarter. Shall we do a little touring. If we're both going to live here, we really should see what the city looks like."
We bought an over-priced map in a little shop across the street from the Cafe Du Monde, walked back to Rob's apartment to get his car, and took off on our day's adventure.
Ordinarily, I'm not a very good navigator, but I was cast in that role that day. We drove through the Central Business District out onto St. Charles Avenue, where there are more mansions per block than anyplace else I'd seen. Around noon we stopped for po' boy sandwiches at a hole-in-the-wall neighborhood restaurant, and, if this place was any indication of the quality of the food there, I would surely gain enormous amounts of weight. While we ate, we talked of serious matters.
"I told you all about myself last night," Rob said. "Tell me about yourself."
I sketched out information about growing up in Philadelphia, about attending Duke and discovering, or admitting, I was gay, about my invention, about my engineering career, then, finally, about Ted.
"You guys were like a married couple, weren't you," he asked.
"Yes. We considered ourselves married. We never cheated on one another, and we always thought of the other man first. We truly were in love."
"I'm so sorry," he said. I knew he was sincere.
"Thanks, Rob. The time since the accident has been very hard for me, but I think I'm through the worst part now."
"I hope so."
There was a long pause as we finished our sandwiches and beers.
"Last night you said you had to pay your parents back for the trust they set up for your son. How much was it, if you don't mind my asking?"
"A hundred thousand dollars," he said without so much as a blink.
"A hundred thousand dollars?" I was incredulous. "Where did you get the money?"
"From my trust. I became full custodian of the trust when I turned twenty-one."
He said that like everyone becomes full custodian of their trust when they turn twenty-one.
"Where did the trust come from," I asked.
"Oh, my grandparents. Each set of grandparents gave me and my brother fifty thousand when we were born. It just sat there, and over time it grew."
"Jesus Christ, Rob. A hundred thousand dollars can grow enormously in twenty-one years. How much do you have now?" I was so dumbfounded I paid no attention to what I said.
"I don't know," he said.
Finally, I realized how personal I was being. "I'm sorry. I have no right to know that. Forgive me. That just took me so by surprise."
"Hell, I'd tell you if I knew. I really don't know. Last time I had an idea was last April when I paid my taxes. It was about two-and-a-half million then. I really don't know how much it is now."
"Rob, you're a millionaire." I was absolutely weak at this realization.
"I guess," he said with a shrug. He was obviously not nearly as taken with his status as I was.
"What do you earn at the hotel," I asked.
"Thirty-three thousand a year. That's standard entry-level salary for management."
"Wow. Do you live on that?" I hadn't lived on that little money in well over fifteen years.
"Sure. I've got everything I need. My parents bought me my car for graduation. They gave me three thousand dollars worth of clothes when I got my job. They bought my furniture and shit in my apartment. I don't have big expenses."
"Well, it's a good thing you don't," I joked. "Otherwise you might be broke."
He looked at me with complete amazement. "Well, I watch what I spend my money on. I get free dry cleaning at the hotel, and lunch and dinner there only cost a dollar each, per day. Part of the benefits package."
God, I thought, thank you for sending this wonderful, na^Ëve, innocent, gorgeous boy my way.
After we ate, we drove some more. Rob turned in to Audubon Park and saw the signs for the zoo. He wanted to go in, and that was fine with me.
"I love zoos," he said. "I've been to like thirty of them." Then he ticked off some of the zoos he had visited all over the country and all over Europe. The benefits of wealth, I thought.
The zoo was really quite good, Rob said, and we moved from exhibit to exhibit. Most of the animals are exhibited in their natural habitats, and it was difficult to see some of them because they were sleeping in the places they liked to sleep in. It was a very hot day, though, and we both decided we might enjoy indoor activity more, even if it was only driving in an air-conditioned car.
We talked about our lives some more that afternoon. Rob said he didn't feel as though he were gay, and I concurred, given his heterosexual track record. He said he wouldn't mind being gay if he were, though. Most of the time people say that to me to make me feel "okay about myself," but that wasn't the case with him.
Around four he asked if I'd like to play another game of racquetball. I did, so we drove back to the hotel. The valet parkers recognized him immediately, of course, and they treated him like he was their boss, which, of course, he was. He whipped my ass again on the court. I didn't wear a shirt, either, that time, and, when we were finished, we hugged instead of shaking hands. The sweat and scent it produced made me horny as hell, and I got hard when I hugged him. He reached down and started playing with my erection.
"Let's shower together," he said, his eyes agleam.
"What do you have in mind," I asked innocently, knowing full well what he was thinking.
"I've got the key to this place. I'm in charge of it, in fact, and nobody is signed up to use the facility the rest of the day. I'll lock the door, and we'll have all the privacy we want. In fact, wait right here."
He left, and in a few minutes was back with a towel. I had no idea what this was all about, but I was eager to find out.
"I locked up," he said. He set the towel on the floor and proceeded to kiss me hungrily. His own penis grew erect, and we had a little cock duel through our shorts. He took my shorts off, and I undressed him. We stood there in the middle of the racquetball court, hard-ons touching, wearing only our shoes and socks. That alone was sexy to me, but to be there with that gorgeous hunk was almost more than I could bear.
We got down onto the floor, which was a bit gritty, and caressed and hugged and sucked and kissed. Rob got me on my hands and knees and worked my asshole with his tongue. My precum was literally leaking onto the floor, so I placed the towel under my dick to catch it. Rob managed to move us into a position that gave me full access to his asshole as he continued to rim mine, and we made love to one another that way for a long time.
Eventually, Rob got on his hands and knees, and I fucked him doggy style. This wasn't as good as the face-to-face position, but he seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. I know I did. He put the towel under him and came onto it. I came up his ass, of course. He lowered himself to the floor with me still in him, and we lay together, with me on top of him, for a few minutes to catch our breaths.
"Rob, are you comfortable with me like this," I asked.
"Um-hum," he said. "Are you?"
"I've never been more comfortable in my life," I said. "But let me know if my weight bothers you."
"Don't worry. I feel like you're protecting me from all harm with you on me like this." He didn't say anything else for a while. Then he said, "Do you like to fuck or get fucked better?"
"I like both positions," I said, "but Ted was almost a complete bottom, so I ended up doing most of the fucking."
"Kevin and I used to alternate, but I like having you in me. It makes me feel that you care enough about me to put out the extra effort it takes to fuck a guy."
I kissed his neck and shoulders. Oh, you sweet baby, I thought. I'd do just about anything for you. I wasn't ready to say that, yet, but I certainly thought it.
Eventually, my penis softened, and I couldn't keep it in Rob. We got up, and he was still rock hard. I wasn't sure what that meant or whether he expected me to do something about it. I had already come three times that day, and that was a lot more than I was used to. I didn't think I had another orgasm in me, at least not for a few hours.
"Let's take a shower," he said. "And go get something to eat."
"That sounds good. What about. . ."
"This," he asked, grabbing his cock.
"Well, yeah. Do you want me to suck you off?"
"Of course, I do," he said, "but I know you're not ready for sex just yet. I'll take care of it."
As we walked into the shower room, he asked, "Do you like seeing me hard like this?" His erection bobbed up and down a little as he walked.
"What do you think?"
"I think you do. And I love having you see me hard. Would you hold it for me?"
I reached over and took his penis into my hand. We stopped and faced each other, looking deeply into each other's eyes.
"Do you want me to jerk you off," I asked. "I don't mind. In fact, I'd enjoy it."
"I just want you to hold it, that's all," he said. "Your holding it is like you trust me. Like you care about me." He reached for my soft cock and picked it up. He moved closer to me and laid mine in the fork of his cock and his body. His pubic hair tickled a little, but it was a feeling of intense closeness. He pulled me to him, his cock pressing against my stomach and my cock wedged between his penis and his stomach. He kissed me deeply and sweetly.
After the kiss, I said, "Son, you're the most masculine man I've ever known, and that erection just adds to the mystique."
"I like it when you call me son. Would you like it if I called you Dad sometimes?"
I thought about the implications of that. I was certainly old enough to be his father, and his calling me Dad might allay some raised eyebrows in restaurants and the like. I also felt protective toward that kid.
"I'd like that, Son," I finally said.
"Good. Cause I'd love to be your son. Your sexual son. I'm fine with my real dad, but he'd never do with me what you and I have done. I need to feel like I'm wanted, and dads always want their sons. Even if they can't always have them." Given his situation with his own little boy, that statement made me sentimental, and the poignancy of the irony in it filled my eyes with tears. Rob didn't notice, though. He had a way of bringing out my deepest feelings, and I loved that quality in him.
Once the showers were going, he asked if I minded if he jerked off. I told him I didn't, of course, and I watched as he worked his huge cock. In all my years of sex with men, I couldn't recall ever being in this kind of situation.
He lathered up his hands with soap, and he went at his penis with a kind of gentle determination that fascinated me. It didn't take him very long to come, and, when he did, he bucked involuntarily a number of times just before he shot. I had read about a natural reflex that makes men do that. Apparently, most of us learn to suppress the reflex, but Rob obviously hadn't. That was as sexy to me as watching the cum shoot from his dick.
Once he had had his orgasm, his penis slowly, very slowly, subsided. That was another gift of youth that had gradually left me. We finished bathing, dried off, combed our hair, dressed, and left the gym area of the hotel. In the lobby he asked if I was going to spend the night with him, and I assured him nothing could keep me from doing it.
"Do you need to get any stuff from your room," he asked.
I thought for a moment. "No. Not really."
"Good," he said. As we were walking through the lobby, his Seminoles baseball cap on his head, he stopped and turned to me.
"I have an idea. Why don't we buy some food on the way back to my place and let me cook for you. Unless you just want to eat out again?"
"No, that sounds fine to me."
"Okay, I'll leave my car here, and we can walk home. We can stop at a store on the way and get what we need."
With that agreed upon, we left the hotel.