Seducing Davison
Looking around the room, I saw a young man over near the bar. He was about 5'8", slender, nice looking, and looked good in his suit. Just my type, I thought. He looked up towards me for a moment, and I smiled. He flushed a bit, and quickly turned back to his companions. My gaydar was activated, and I decided to get to know him.
As he stood talking with some other young people, I made my way across the room, until I was standing behind him, not too close so as not to frighten him or think I was stalking. The folks with whom he was talking walked away, and he turned towards the bar. Just then, a waiter came by with a tray of champagne -- I took two and, smiling again, handed one to him. "I'm Chris," I said, "Who are you?"
"Davison," he stammered, uncomfortably shuffling but not moving away. "Nice to meet you, Davison," I said as I raised my champagne and clinked his glass. "Which side are you on?" I asked, double entendre intentional. He did not answer, looked embarrassed, and so after a moment, I said "Bride or groom?"
"Oh, I'm a friend of the bride, have known since college," he replied, looking down and a bit shaken. "Her father is a former partner of mine," I said. "Where's your date?"
"I came alone," Davison said. "So did I -- my date canceled on me at the last minute. Said he mistakenly made other plans and couldn't make it with me."
"He?" Davison asked. "Yes, I'm gay. Hope that doesn't bother you." "No, ... no," he said softly. I stood looking at him for a moment, thinking how much I'd like to have this young man in my arms, naked. I think he could tell my thoughts, as he reddened a bit, and said, "I have to go talk with someone over there," he said, pointing to some other young people. "It was nice meeting you."
"And you too, Davison, perhaps we can talk a bit more later."
I followed him with my eyes as he left me. As he reached his friends, he turned to look at me. I knew then he was interested and raised my glass to him again. He quickly looked away.
I found my table, and sat and talked with a nice couple who had already been seated. After a few moments of chit chat, they got up to go to the bar, and I was alone. Looking at the name cards, I saw that Davison was to be seated at my table, and, looking around so no one could see, I switched his card with the person to my left. Maybe this won't be a wasted evening, I thought.
The maitre'd announced dinner, and the guests made their way to their tables. I looked up and saw Davison searching. "You're over here," I said, "What a nice coincidence." He looked down at his card, then at me, and then around the room, maybe hoping for an exit. Realizing he was stuck, he sat down next to me. "I was hoping we'd meet again," I said. "Some wine?" He nodded, and that same redness came to his cheeks. I leaned towards him, pouring wine into his glass, and whispered "You're cute when you blush." I could tell he was pleased but did not want to admit it -- his cheeks took on a deeper shade of red. I knew I wanted him, but had to be discreet so as not to completely scare him away. And so I moved back a little, and introduced myself to our other table mates.
Dinner went on, and I made sure to pay attention to Davison, but not too much. When I would reach for something on the table, I let my leg brush against his, and put my hand on his arm when I asked him to pass something. It was clear to both of us that I was trying to seduce him. It was a pleasant time, and I enjoyed talking with the others, but mostly with him. He seemed to relax a bit as the dinner proceeded, maybe due to the wine, maybe to the fact that I was not too overt in my seduction. When it was over, the others drifted off towards the bar or the dance floor, leaving me alone with the object of my evening's desire. I put my arm around the back of his chair, and leaned towards him, telling him quietly "I find you quite attractive, and I'd ask you to dance, but I'm not sure if you are interested or not." He did not say anything, but instead pulled away a little, uncomfortable with my advances. "I don't bite," I said, leaning close, "Unless you want me to." Taking a pen from my coat pocket, I wrote a number -- 3508 -- on a napkin and slid it towards him. "I think I will call it an evening -- this is my room number if you'd care to join me for a drink." With that, I squeezed his thigh, got up and left the room.
When I got to my suite, I undressed, took a shower, and put on the thick white robe that hung in the closet. I got myself a small cognac, and sat down on the balcony, looking out over the lights of the city. It was a beautiful night, and I enjoyed the relaxation, though I obviously hoped I would have company later.
After 15 minutes of so, I heard a soft knocking on my door. I went over, and opened it. "Well, this is a nice surprise! Come in, Davison," I said, standing to the side and sweeping my arm in a gesture of welcome. Still looking nervous, he walked in and looked around. "I hope it's not too late," he said, nervously. "Of course not," I said. "Come, let me show you the balcony; you'll love the view." I ushered him over, and I said "Let me get you a drink -- I'm drinking cognac -- okay for you?" "Yes," he said softly. When I returned, I handed him a glass, and said "To the evening." We clinked glasses and drank. Looking at him, I said, smiling, "I'm so glad you decided to come see me." I waited a moment, took a sip, and then took our glasses and set them down. He was quite nervous, his breath quick, shallow. "I would love to kiss you," I said, looking him in the eyes. He did not say anything, only looked at me, expectantly. I reached over, took his face in both hands, leaned in and kissed him, gently, letting my lips linger a bit, and then leaned back. He did not say anything, but I could tell he liked it. I put my hands on his hips and pulled him towards me, closer. I kissed him again, this time more forcefully, and pressed my tongue into his mouth. "Have you ever been with a man, Davison?" "No" he replied meekly. "Well, I'll be gentle, and I think you'll like it. Okay?" He nodded, his lips parted, and I knew we would be lovers that night.
I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Turning towards him, I pulled on the sash of my robe, letting it fall open so that he could see me. I shook it off, and it fell to the floor. I stood naked in front of him. I am 66 years old, but my body was still reasonably nice, chest a little saggy, skin not quite as firm as in my youth, but I had shapely legs and still strong arms. My cock was hard by then, standing straight at about 6 inches.
His eyes moved down my body, and opened a bit, and his breathing quickened once more. "Take off you clothes," I ordered, and I watched, my lust growing as he obeyed. He took off his coat, undid his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt. I moved closer, removing his shirt and pulled his undershirt over his head, and let my gaze linger on his smooth, nicely defined chest. My fingers touched his nipples, and I could feel them harden as I caressed them. "Now your pants," I said, standing back.
He unbuckled his belt, and unzipped, and his pants fell to the floor. He had on tight blue underwear, and he was quite erect, with a wet spot at the tip of his cock. I smiled, and reached over to pull them down. I stepped back to admire his nice body: smooth stomach, toned legs, nice arms, all lightly tanned. "Come over here," I said, and he moved towards me. I took him in my arms, and led him to the bed, gently pushing him down and then lay next to him, my legs over his, half on top of him. I kissed him, holding his head in my hands, and then let my hands move over his prone body. He breathed hard, eyes closed, as I kissed down his chest, licking his nipples, and then licking down his stomach. He arched his back, raising his cock, erect and dripping precum, towards my waiting mouth. I love sucking a young man's cock, and I eagerly took it in, closing around him, and stroking it as I moved down so that his entire shaft was in me. Moving back up, I licked around the crown, tasting him, feeling his excitement grow. "You're enjoying this?" I asked, knowing the answer. "Ohhhh, please don't stop," he whimpered, pushing my head down over him. Soon, I could feel his testicles move up and I knew he was close. "Cum in my mouth, Davison," I commanded, and as soon as I said it, I could feel his spasm begin. He filled my mouth, warm and salty, a taste I have loved for many years.
I looked up, saw that he still had his eyes closed, and his breathing was calming. Crawling up beside him, I took his face in my right hand, and kissed him, sharing his cum, letting it drip into his mouth. He was a bit taken aback at that, but I held him close so that he could not back away, and let my tongue swirl with his cum in his mouth. Soon, he was enjoying it too. "Swallow you cum," I instructed. And he did.
"Now it's my turn. Turn over." I was very hard by this time, and I wanted to introduce him to anal sex, to bottoming. I lay on top of him, licking and lightly biting his ear lobe. I could tell this turned him on, and he wiggled beneath me. I moved down his back, kissing, licking and nibbling, and soon reached his pretty round bottom. Prising open his buttocks, I began to kiss and lick along his crack, slowly, softly, feeling the smoothness of youthful skin. Meanwhile, my fingers found his hole and began to explore. By this time, he was moaning, and my mouth moved between his cheeks, tongue out and licking his anus. My tongue probed, pushing inside him, and he pushed back. I reached underneath him and found him very hard again, and leaking cum once more. Taking some of that cum on my fingers, I inserted them in him, and began to move my fingers back and forth. He began to twitch, and I felt his anus contract involuntarily as he came again, my other hand wrapped around his cock, becoming coated with his cum.
I sat up, and got on my knees behind my young lover. I lubed my hard cock with his cum, and said "Davison, are you ready for me? I am going to fuck you." He silently pushed his bottom to me, his ass now in the air in front of me, and I held his hips. Holding my erect cock in one hand, I slid it along his crack, feeling his soft skin along the underside, a magnificent feeling. Finding his hole, I pushed gently with my cock, and soon heard him gasp as I entered him. "Is it painful?" I asked, and he nodded. I stayed still until I could feel him relax around my cock, and then pushed all the way in, feeling his anus contract around my cock, and wondering if I would ever want this to end.
When I was all the way in, I stopped, wrapped my arms around his waist, and leaned over his back. I whispered, "You feel wonderful, my young lover -- do you like being fucked by an older man?" He nodded appreciatively, and I kissed his neck, nuzzling him with my nose, and began to move in and out, feeling his buttocks against my legs and stomach, is back against my chest. It was one of the most intensely erotic sexual encounters I had had in several years. After a too short few minutes of pleasure enveloping me, I was ready to cum inside my lover. I could feel my cum coursing through my cock as I shot several loads into his bottom. We collapsed on the bed, still holding him from behind, still inside him. He was breathing hard, as was I, as I caressed his back, his hips, his shoulders. I turned his head towards me and kissed him once again, feeling my cock softening and finally slipping out him. Looking down, I saw my cum oozing out of his behind, such a wonderful site.
"I'm so glad you decided to join me tonight, lover," I said. With that, we drifted off to a relaxed sleep, he still in my arms.