"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!."
I then went to the bath, cleaned myself off quickly and returned with a hot, wet towel to do the same to Mike. As I did, he purred - cat like. His beautiful boy cock was once again hard. I bathed him gently. "I can't compete with that!" I said, half laughing.
"We'll see. I may be able to do something about that," and once again took me into his mouth. In just seconds, I was standing tall. "See, MAGIC!" he exclaimed. In just the few hours we had been together I had seen in him a charming but somewhat child-like sense of humor emerge. He must be Celtic, Scottish or Irish I thought. I am a Scott.
"Aye, Laddie, see what you have done to the beastie!" I answered.
Before I knew what was happening, I was flat on my back and Mike was sitting astride me with my cock resting between his ass cheeks. He began a slow back and forth slide. I tried to pump myself up into him; needing increased contact. "No, let me do it my way!" was all Mike said. He kept pressure on me so that my movement was restricted. The sensations building were intense and I began to moan. Mike asked, "You like that, Dad?"
My cock went flat. I don't know what the word "Dad" did, but I was dead. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Mike whispered, tears in his eyes once again. "I won't say it again."
I grabbed his face and pulled him to me. With my lips against his ears I choked out the words, "Call me whatever you want, baby, whatever. All I know right now is that you are the best thing that's happened to me in years." He kissed me once, and then Mike freed himself from my hands and slid so that his mouth once again was on my swelling cock. I could not resist.
With boyish excitement, he almost yelled, "Lie still, lie still, Dad!" I did as I was asked to do. Reaching for the KY, he climbed on top of me and using a hand full of lube, he soon had both of us well covered; we were all covered. Muttering, "guess a little bit of that goes a long way;" he raised his ass up and with one swift move, impaled himself on my cock.
"AHAGAGHHGHHhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I almost ejaculated at that instant. Mike began a very slow and steady fucking of himself on me. I reached for his cock and he grabbed my hands, forcing them back above my head, and with a side to side shaking of his, indicated that I should not touch. I think by this time we were both grinning from ear to ear. I know my boy was. I concentrated for a moment or two and was able to bring myself back from the edge; I wanted this to last. Mike began to quicken his pace and shorten his strokes. My body reacted to the tightening and release of those well controlled muscles. Damn, he had some moves on him. I was finally able to answer his strokes with thrusts of my own; meeting him in an ever increasing frenzy.
"I'm going to cum, I'M GOING TO CUMMMMmmmm!" and my head began tossing from side to side, I had lost all self-control. With that, Mike began to cover me with his boy juice. His cum shot over my chest and face and mine went deep into his ass. We continued climaxing together for what seemed ages. Mike finally lowered his face to mine and softly caressed me with his sweet lips.
"Thanks Dad! I think I like this, I like it very much," he whispered just before his tongue went into my ear. We stayed like that for quite some time I think.
The next thing I remember was waking to the smell of coffee and the faint sound of someone using a keyboard. It took a minute or two before my foggy mind remembered everything that had happened the day before. My cock was now hard and just a bit sore. I wondered what this day would bring. I headed for the double shower and on the way past the mirror, noticed the dry, somewhat white evidence left by last nights passion that was still evident in the hair on my pecs.
"You dirty old man." I chuckled. I was not in the shower more than a minute or two before Mike joined me.
"I've been able to write a lot this morning. I've been waiting for you. I didn't want to wake you up. You need your rest, old man." He laughed out loud and took my soapy cock in his well muscled hand, squeezing it not too gently. I groaned and he let go. "Ahhhh, poor baby," and was on his knees, examining it. "Did I break it?"
"Let go of me!" and I pulled him up so that I could kiss him. I did so gently and began to bathe his beautiful body; once again marveling at what a perfect specimen he was. "Do you work out?"
Mike flexed, posed and then said, "Yoga only; It's all I have time for and it relaxes me." He hugged me to him. My cock began to jump just a bit and he pulled back; "Well, well, well; look whose come to call!"
"I'm hungry; let's have breakfast first; and we need to talk." With that, I began to towel him off, avoiding contact with his nice hard tool. "Put that thing away for now," I suggested and handed him my robe.
"No, I like this one," and he pulled on the one that I often wore back from swimming or from working out with Charlie next door. "It smells like you; I like that."
He had had it on I guess while he was working upstairs. We headed for the kitchen and Mike watched while I cooked some bacon, eggs and toast. "You'll make me fat, Dad." He watched my face carefully waiting for my reaction.
"No, laddie, I'm gonna work it off of you." My robe had fallen open and he could see that I had a semi-erection. He started to get up out of his chair.
"You sit still, boy, later!" I said in my best Dad's voice.
"Yes Sir," he chirped. We ate in silence and just enjoyed the company; I know I did. In less than just one day, we had become so comfortable with each other.
Time passed and it was time to clear. As I stood, my robe fell open. I paid no attention and began washing dishes. Mike was close behind me and I soon felt his hands inspecting. My cock stood to attention.
As I turned to face him, I asked, "Mike, Is that all you ever think of?" I kissed him hard and fast. In seconds, he was on his knees, his lips pulling on my foreskin. He stopped for just a second, looked up with that twinkle in his eyes and nodded a yes. It felt so good, so hot. What little discomfort I felt earlier seemed to vanish and my appetite for climax took over. With my hands on his head, I began a fast fucking of his face. I didn't want to do it this way; I cared about this kid.
Within a matter of minutes, I exploded a load of cum against the back of his throat, His hands that had been massaging my ass dropped to his own cock and he spurted quickly; it landed on the cabinet behind me and on my legs and feet. I secretly marveled at the amount of juice that he could produce each and every time thinking that it had been stored up for years, I knew that was not so, but it brought a quick smile to my face. It was then that I heard Felix bark. He was Charlie's dog and if he was there on the deck, Charlie was close by as the two were inseparable. I glanced over to the open slider and saw a shadow move off of the deck. Shit, Charlie had seen Mike and me in action!
Charlie is a distant cousin of my wife, a retired spook, an excellent carpenter, workout coach, cooking teacher, fisherman and had become my best and almost only friend. We shared tasks around each other's homes, meals, walks on the beach and lots of conversation. I'm not sure that I would have survived the loneliness and getting used to living alone without his help and company. Now he had seen me doing something that he would not like. Of this I was sure; Charlie was the ultimate man. At 65, he was as fit as anyone could be; he was intelligent, sophisticated; but again, a total man. We checked on each other daily unless he was having visitors. I was pretty sure still did some government work. I had never been invited to meet any of his "friends."
I slowly withdrew from Mike and gave no indication that I thought we had had company. I suggested that he clean up his "mess" and get back to his school work. I told him I needed to see the guy next door. I dressed quickly and walked over to Charlie's. I did not even try to think of anything to say; I knew I would read the disappointment in my friend's eyes. Sitting on his porch, he was watching the gulls over the water. Seeing me approach he stood and started towards me. I could not look him in the eye.
In his best command voice, my friend ordered, Look at me!" He came closer and put just his index finger under my chin and pushed up. When our eyes met, I saw laughter. It was not what I expected. "Did you think I would scold you? he asked. I stayed silent. He dropped his fingers, put his arms around me and gave me the biggest bear hug I had ever had. I could hardly breathe. "Welcome to the club buddy, welcome to the club!" and with that, he released me just a bit and kissed me on my forehead. I just about passed out. We talked for a long time and I still did not learn much more about Charlie. He did tell me that he was bi-sexual and that he had believed that I was totally straight and that was one of the reasons he had not let me become closer to him. I had to admit that up until yesterday, I had thought the same thing about both of us. He asked if he could meet Mike and I invited him for lunch.