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Sean's Birthday
For a few years, I have been collecting stories from other guys I have had sex with. Most of them are men that I have seen more or less regularly, and so they tend to open up when we have gotten to know each other better. I usually ask them, "What's the most amazing encounter you have had with another guy?" and they tell me, while I record their story. Then I write it up, often improvising dialog and sometimes enhancing descriptions and details to make it a better read. I always send them the story to review before I call it finished.
This story comes from my friend Sean, who's fifty and a regular fuck buddy a few years younger than me. FYI, Sean has taken very good care of himself over the years, and though he no longer sports the ripped body he had until past 40--at least if his pictures are an indication--he is a handsome, hot guy, going gray but not overweight or soft. He claims that he has never had any trouble attracting younger men when he wants to. I believe him!
Sean told me:
I had three gay friends from my college days. We had gotten to know each other at the college GLB center (the T and Q were added later) at a California university. Two of them lived within a couple of hours of me on the east coast, and the other was in Silicon Valley. We were all successful professionals. We managed to get together several times a year to enjoy each other's company and often some enjoyable sex.
Two weeks before my 40th birthday, which was going to be on a Saturday this year, I got a letter from them that said: "Keep your birthday and the night before open for a surprise! Make sure you are home at five on Friday, May 20th when your present arrives! Happy Birthday Sean! We're looking forward to hearing from you what you think about your present." The three of them had signed their names. When I talked to one of them a week before my birthday, I tried to find out what was up, but his lips were sealed. The anticipation was killing me.
On May 20th, I took off work for the afternoon, and went home, took a shower and then fell asleep for an hour or so. I woke up around four and got dressed, trying to look nice in case my surprise gift required more than a T-shirt and jeans.
A five sharp the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, a stunningly handsome young man was standing there. He was around 5' 11", maybe an inch shorter than me. I guessed that he was in his mid-20s. He had a gorgeous face with piercing black eyes, sensuous lips and dark two-day stubble. His skin was olive or tanned--was he Hispanic, I wondered?--and he was wearing a white silk shirt that was unbuttoned at the top of his chest, revealing a glimpse of a hard, ripped body. It flowed over his strong shoulders and draped over sculpted pecs, revealing his nipples underneath.
His waist was slim and a pair of well-tailored dress pants clung to muscular thighs and outlined what looked to be a promising package. I took this all in for a couple of seconds before holding out my hand to him and saying "Yes?". He held out his and said "Alonso. Your friends told me to give you this," and he handed me what looked like a birthday card. "Come on in," I told him, and closed the door behind him.
I opened the card. It said:
"Alonso will be your partner until noon tomorrow. We know the kind of guys you fantasize about, and we think he fits to a T. He's affectionate and totally versatile. He's 25, so he's had a few years to perfect his skills. We think you'll find he is smart and a good conversationalist. We made dinner reservations for you at 8 at [and here they named the best restaurant in town]. Have an awesome birthday, Sean!"
I smiled at Alonso and put the card on the hall table. He smiled back and said "We have more than two hours before we have to go do dinner. Let's get to know each other, OK?"
At a loss for words, I simply said "Yeah," and he took my hand and picked up the small duffle he had brought with him.
"Show me the bedroom," he said, and I led him down the hall to my room. When we got there, he put the duffle on the bed and unzipped it. He pulled out a package of condoms, some wet wipes, a bottle of lube and a couple of bottles of poppers. Then he pulled out a dildo about ten inches long and two and a half inches thick and showing it to me said "Double your pleasure, double your fun, huh?"
"Looks a bit scary," I offered.
"Don't worry, Sean, we'll take things slow. Not only that, but your friends asked if I would film our night together." So saying, he unpacked two compact video cameras and tripods, and proceeded to set them up, one at the side of the bed, one at the bottom of the bed so that they would capture all our moves. "Your friend Mike is going to edit them into a pro-quality video and give it to you so you can relive this night as long as you want to," he said, pushing the ON buttons on the cameras. Gosh, my friends had thought of everything.
With that he came over to me, put his hands on my waist and pulled me into a kiss. Feeling his hard body against mine, his soft lips and his tongue working its way into my mouth, my cock hardened instantly, and I pushed it against his body, feeling his own cock as it grew hard against it. We kissed for about five minutes, and it seemed like an eternity that I never wanted to end. But he finally broke it off, and whispered "Let's lose the clothes."
He stepped away from me and, holding my eyes, he slowly unbuttoned his silk shirt, revealing as he did it, his slab-like pecs and one of the most defined, hairless set of abs that I had ever seen. The light glistened on his smooth olive skin, and I realized that he was naturally smooth, no shaved stubble.
He carefully folded his shirt and put it on the dresser. Then, still holding my gaze, slowly unbuckled his belt and undid the button at his waist, then pulled down his zipper. He turned around with his back to me so that I could see his narrow waist, his muscular back flaring up to his broad shoulders, each muscle defined, smooth and glistening in the light. He pushed his pants to the floor and bent over to untie his shoes.
He was wearing a pair of low-rise briefs, the kind that look like regular briefs in the front, but that in the back are cut away to reveal your ass. So when he bent over, I caught sight of his puckered hole, either naturally smooth or cleanly shaven. His legs were pleasantly hairy and masculine, with bulging, tight thighs. He paused just a little while he undid his shoes so that I could enjoy the view a little longer. He pulled off his socks, folded his pants, and turned around so I could see his whole body, his erection barely contained by his briefs.
He paused to smile at me and stepped forward. I put my hand out to feel his hard cock, but he pushed it away, whispering "No, not yet, Sean." So I let my hands slip around to his back and we launched into another set of passionate, wet kisses. Then he stepped back and said "Your turn."
He sat on the bed and watched as I slowly repeated his movements. As I shed my shirt he whispered, "Hot body, man" and as I shed my pants and turned around in front of him for his inspection he said softly "This is gonna be super hot." Like him I left my own low-rise briefs on and my cock lay side-ways in them, showing as a hard ridge of flesh.
I walked up to where he was sitting on the bed and bent over to kiss him. Then I knelt before him and sat back on my heels to look at his whole body, putting my hands on his legs and pushing them apart. I moved them up toward his crotch and let them travel along his hips and up his sides, under his arms, then turned them over so my knuckles slowly traced down over his pecs, grazing his nipples, and feeling the hard ruts of his abs, before turning them over again so that I could close my hands around his hard cock in his briefs. He sighed deeply and said, "You like what you're feeling?"
I murmured "Uh huh," as I moved forward, hooked my fingers in his waistband and pulled his briefs down over his erection. He moved his legs together so that I could take them off, then spread them again. In front of me was a gorgeous, thick, seven-inch circumcised cock that curved up and pointed straight at his navel with a beautifully proportioned set of plum-sized balls.
I moved in closer and kissed his balls, then ran my tongue up his cock and around the head. He leaned back on the bed an closed his eyes as I let his cock slip into my mouth and penetrate my throat, slowly moving to take it all in, then coming back out again.
He moaned softly as I serviced him, using my hands to work his nipples and explore his smooth chest and abs and run up and down his legs. I held his cock around the base while I sucked and occasionally went all the way down, holding his cock in my throat and sucking in and out while my tongue caressed him and I pulled down on his scrotum. He moaned appreciatively "Oh yeah, Sean, fuck that feels so fuckin' good babyÉ"
I worked his cock for about fifteen minutes, moving to his balls occasionally, sometimes kissing his belly or the inside of his thighs and pulling my own hard cock out of my briefs to stroke it while I sucked, being careful not to get too close to cumming yet. It wasn't easy because I was so excited to be with such a stunning stud, but I managed to keep edging myself as I worked his cock and he slowly thrust up into my eager mouth.
Finally, I came up for air and he leaned forward to kiss me. "Come up on the bed and hold me baby," he said, so I stood up, stripped off my briefs and we lay down together, pulled our bodies together and entered into another long make-out session, or cocks pushing against each other.
He pulled me over on top of him, and feeling his smooth muscular body against mine nearly sent me over the top. I sent my mind elsewhere for a half minute or so, so that I could calm down and then went back to kissing and rubbing my body together with his.
After another ten minutes Ð what seemed like forever, since I was so excited Ð he rolled me over and raised himself on his arms so that I could view his glistening muscles as he shoved his cock in and out on my lower belly. He reached over to get the bottle of lube and rubbed some on both our cocks and bellies so that the slippery feeling was almost like fucking as we rubbed together.
Then, slowly, he started kissing my neck and worked his way down to my waiting cock. Slowly, softly, he slipped his lips over my cock-head and down my throbbing shaft, rolling me around on his tongue before coming up slowly again. The feeling was pure ecstasy and as he did it, without stopping, he reached over for the bottle of poppers and handed it to me. I opened it and took a deep inhale on each nostril as he softly sucked my cock letting the poppers wash over me, bringing my whole body almost to orgasm. He looked up at me while he sucked, holding my eyes with a look of pure lust.
Gradually he worked his way down to my balls and my thighs, then pushed my legs up and back, rolling me back on my shoulders so that he could rim me.
I took another couple of hits on the poppers bottle and handed them to him. He did the same, and then worked on my ass with his lips and tongue for the next five minutes or so, continually bringing me close to shooting, even though neither he nor I were touching my cock. The feeling of his tongue in my hole, and his stubble against my buns was sensational.
Finally, I could not stand it anymore. I pulled him up into a kiss and whispered "Please fuck me, Alonso."
"OK, baby," he replied and reached over to the bedside table for a condom. He handed it to me, and straddled me as I opened it and rolled it down his gorgeous cock, then lubed him up and lubed my ass in preparation.
I pulled my legs up and put them on his shoulders and took another hit of the poppers. As he bent over to kiss me, I reached down for his hard cock and guided it to my hole and he slowly pushed in. With his rimming and the poppers, there was no pain at all, just the most exquisite pleasure as I felt his cock go all the way in and his balls push up against my ass.
For the next six or seven minutes, he fucked me slowly and intensely, all the while either kissing me or hovering with his face just inches from mine, holding my gaze, whispering to me how wonderful my ass felt to his cock, how excited he was, what a special feeling it was to make love to me, to be as close as two men can be, and so forth. They were the words of a lover not just dirty sex talk, and they made the slow pleasure of his fucking even more intense.
After a while, he picked up speed a little and over the next couple of minutes worked up into a fabulous crescendo in which my own excitement moved steadily toward the inevitable. A minute later he whispered hoarsely to me "Oh, yeah baby, oh fuck you're so good, oh God I'm gonna cum," and at the same time my own orgasm swept over me and as he shot his load Ð four, five, six, seven strong contractions Ð into the condom and pulled me tightly to him, my own cock pumped the contents of my balls between our bellies, while our mouths attacked each other in the deepest kiss yet.
We held each other for a couple of minutes, and then he pulled his still hard cock out of me, pulled my legs down and rolled us over so that I was on top of him.
"Fuck, what a start to our time together," he said to me. "You are so fucking hot, Sean!"
"I feel like I'm having a dream, Alonso," I said. "Is this really real?"
"Yeah man," he said, "the chemistry's amazing and it's the start to a great night together!"
It was around 6:30 when we finished, and we had another hour to go before we had to leave for dinner. Alonso had wiped up with some of the moist wipes and we spent some time talking together and getting to know each other. He turned out to be an immensely interesting young man: intelligent, well-traveled and well read. We did not lack for topics of conversation.
While we talked, I was caressing his beautiful body with one of my hands, which wandered back down to his flaccid cock. I took it in my hand and gently stroked him and as I did, his cock came to life again, and we once again got into kissing and making out.
"Alonso, baby, I want to ride you before we go to dinner," I said.
He drew me into a kiss and said "Whatever your pleasure Sean," so I got another condom and rolled it down, lubed us up again, and took a couple more hits of poppers as I straddled him, impaled myself on his cock and we took an energetic ride, my cowboy to his bucking bronco, working up to another stupendous climax only ten minutes later.
Alonso got up to turn off the video cameras and then we lay together and cuddled for a while. It was after seven by the time we came out of our reverie, and we both headed off to shower together, and then get dressed for dinner.
Fuck! I thought, what a start to an unbelievable birthday!