That "love" word scared me and I made no immediate response. I did not want or need that kind of responsibility. Instead, I continued slowly stroking Mike's beautiful body and let my tongue explore his face, ears and that soft spot at the base of his throat. It was now about 4:00 in the afternoon, the sky had cleared and the late afternoon sun was playing across the golden salt hay of the marsh. Clouds were moving swiftly; the sky was magnificent. I called his attention to what was in front of us. He told me that he would rather look at me. Damn, I was flattered and maybe falling in love myself. Again, my hands played with his chest and the few thin hairs that were centered between his brown nipples. It was not long before I could feel him hard again, pulsing against my gut. I drew back and looked him in the eyes, "Mike, I want you, I want you to stay with me; but if you do, I intend to take your virgin ass."
"Do it now!" and with that he pulled me over on top of him. I rested on my elbows.
"I want you to think about it; I want you to be sure."
I myself needed the time too. I pushed up from the bed. "I'll get us something to eat; I need some energy." I said as lightly as I could manage.
Mike got out of my bed and came around to me, hugged me and began to dress. "I need to go back to my aunt's cottage and get my stuff if I'm going to stay. "I'll be back in an hour." I smiled and bowed from the waist; Mike laughed and left. I went to the kitchen and began to assemble a fish chowder. In the last year I had become quite adept at cooking and cleaning. After the chowder was on the stove, I made the bed up fresh and clean. I waited for Mike's return. After almost an hour and a half, I had just about given up and felt that he was a no-show. I then head his footsteps softly tread across the deck and the slider opened. He was a bit breathless, With a look of guilt, he mumbled, "I'm sorry, it took me longer to pack than I thought it would." I looked again and there was this beautiful young man with a large back-pack that looked as though it was full of books, a computer carrier and a Macy's shopping bag full of clothes standing in my kitchen. "Where do I put this?" he asked. It dawned on me that he thought my invitation was for him to move in. Good God, I thought, What have I started.
I told him to take whatever space he needed for his books and computer up in the loft where I did my own occasional work and I carried the bag of clothes into the bedroom. Hell, winter was coming on and the company would be good. My neighbor and friend Tony would be going to Florida in three more weeks and I would be alone on the Point. I knew that Mike was finishing his PhD in ancient languages at Harvard and had been working on it at the same time he was in classes at the seminary; he had been and would be busy. This is one of the few things we had had time to talk about. He had until April to submit his dissertation.
By the time I was back in the kitchen Mike had come down and he was setting the table. At least, I would not have to wait on him. Mike took advantage at several moments to bump into me, to touch me, to make me feel him near. I finally laughed out loud, "Damn it, boy! If you keep this up, we'll never get to eat.
Stop it!" He caught my laughter and said something about not needing food; that he could live on my pure protein." I thought to myself that for a non-gay, he sure had a way of telling me what he wanted. I pushed him over to the table and down into a chair. "You mind your manners, kid, or I'll have to punish you."
"Is that a promise?" he asked. For one who had seemed so shy and backwards not more than 4 hours ago; he sure had done an about face. Immediately upon finishing the meal, he grabbed my hand and yanked me towards the bedroom. "Come on, sweet old man, make good on your words." The room was filled with the soft glow of the sun set as it reflected off of the distant water. I thought it fitting.
In just seconds we were again naked and lying on our sides, arms and legs interlaced, mouth to mouth and cock to cock. Mike managed to stumble over the following, "I wasn't late because I was packing; I was reading on the net about what you are going to do to me. I got myself ready." His face was dark, almost red. I had no idea what he was talking about. "What did you do? I questioned. "I rigged up an enema, the web site explained that it was the polite thing to do, to clean yourself out. I used a shampoo bottle with a pointed nozzle!" he said with a soft chuckle. All of this made my cock go limp. "Yuk" was my silent reaction. "I didn't mean to upset you; I'm sorry!" Mike said with obvious upset in his voice. Very nervous in spite of his forced bravado, he was on the verge of tears I thought.
"Awww Mike, I want you so bad; I don't know as much about this as you do." And I again reached for him, drew him close and gently kissed his eyes and then the rest of his face. He shivered with nervous excitement and I could feel him begin to relax. "Don't worry, whatever happens happens and neither of us should have any fear or embarrassment, OK?" He sucked my tongue deep into his mouth and I think he moaned "OK". I started moving south on his body, following the trail I had established a few hours before. This time, my mouth and tongue explored his pecs, his nipples and then his pits. I kissed his arms and then his hands and fingers; sucking each one. Mike'e breath was rapid and his cock was bouncing, dripping. It would be nice to be that young again, I thought to myself in admiration. I Moved back over him so that we were face to face. "You do want this, Mike?" I said softly.
"Yessss," he hissed and with that opened his legs raised them and clamped them over my back pushing me hard against him. I separated myself from him and said, "Lie still. boy, lie still." I moved him to the foot of the bed so that his torso was even with the edge and I reached for a tube of KY that had been with me since I had left my wife. It had made jerking off easier. I stood and Mike watched me as I lubricated my hard-as-hell cock. His eyes widened; I don't think that he realized how big it was. I'm not huge I should say. It's just about 7" long, uncut with a loose foreskin, and I think as cocks go, quite thick. "Pull your legs up and back!" my voice just a whisper.
I then knelt and bent over; I wanted to see that boy cunt. Without much thought, I put my face close; Mike smelled so good, clean. Acting almost on its own, my tongue reached out and probed the wrinkled pink flesh.
Mike gasped, and then moaned as I began probing him with the tip of my curled tongue. My wife had liked this so I knew he would. I reached up and stroked his cock with one hand and with the other I pulled gently on his full sac. He was bigger than I was; he had to be an inch or more longer and just as thick and his orbs were larger, too. They began to draw up so I knew he was once again close to climax so I stopped. I stood. I placed my throbbing cock head against his ass ring. "Relax, baby, relax, let me in." I pushed gently at first and then harder. Mike had excellent muscle control; he was an athlete. He did as he was told and I felt my cock pass into his hot, tight canal. I nearly ejaculated then. I had to stop, stand still. In just moments, I began pushing deeper into Mike. He moaned and I began to pull out.
"No, NO, you're not hurting me. It feels so damn good!" he almost cried out.
In just seconds my balls were against his ass and I could feel his mashed against my abs. The sensation was like nothing I had ever experienced. It was much hotter, tighter, far more intense than women cunt. His ass seemed to surround, clutch at every part of my cock, my being. Mike began to move on me. I began to slowly and deeply fuck myself into him. I reached, grabbed his ankles and used my hands on his legs to give me more leverage. Mike began to bounce himself up and off the bed; at times I thought I would lose that contact that felt like fire. I needed this; damn I needed this! I leaned further into him to prevent separation. I drove in harder. The air was filled with sounds, crude words, guttural moans, sighs, yelps and love words. Intensity was building quickly, I knew I would not last much longer.
"FFFFUUUUCKKKK MMMEEEEeeeee" my lover screamed. With that, he began to cum all over himself. The clamping down and throbbing of his release sent me over the edge and I jammed myself into him as deep as I could go and held onto him as I spent pulse after pulse of cum into his ass. I think I screamed myself; I'm not sure. In another minute, maybe more or less, I collapsed onto my Mike. His cum cemented me to him and my mouth went to his as though drawn by a magnet.
His hands slapped gently on my back as he spent the last spurts of boy juice between us. I pushed up on my elbows so that I could see his face. He was glowing.
"Did you enjoy that?" I muttered into his ear.
He grinned, his boy smile lighted up his face even more.
"You know I did, sweet old man!."
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