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Unzipped Chapter One
Here's something a little different. A joint venture with an amazing man who has made my life better, just by knowing him.
The first half of this story is an actual email Zip sent me. Since there are two sides to every coin, the second half of the story is my reply to that email. Rob
My Place In Autumn
I hand you your cup of coffee. I watch how you prepare it. I watch you, with your open morning robe. Your lack of modesty. Your ease and comfort in my home. You set your cup down and come over to me. You and your ever-hard dickie that just doesn't stop. You place your face into the crook of my neck, breathing me in, while one of your hands unties my robe.
I slip away. I go off into the master bathroom. I sit on the toilet and empty my bowels. A part of you is flushed away. I get the water temperature right in the shower. A few minutes later I stick my head out and boom in my deep voice, "Come join me in the shower if you want." You do the same actions I did earlier on the toilet. When you step into the shower I'm rinsing shampoo from my grey hair and grey beard. You come in from behind. I'm clean now. Even irrigated out my bum already. I show you the irrigation nozzle. You get your hands on me, your lips on the nape of my neck. I step out.
You wander through my home, wondering where I am as you towel off your body. That fucking beautiful body of yours that keeps me in a constant state of arousal. You find me out on the back deck. In only my Jockeys and slip-on shoes. I'm watering my potted plants: tomatoes and ferns mostly. We prepare a breakfast together of fruit and breads. We eat in silence. You watch me now, trying to get a bead on my quietness.
I read on my iPad. A few Sunday puzzles, the current news. Largely ignoring you. I invite you to lay on the sofa and I hand you my tablet with an interesting article about something something in The New York Times. I'm in my comfy chair. Occasionally you sense me staring at you. You... in your briefs and your polar bear fur, the only thing you're wearing. You look over to me. Caught, I look away.
I bring you a second cup of coffee, just how I observed you preparing it earlier.
You sit up against the arm of the couch now. I turn on the TV to watch the finals of the Men's Singles of the US Open. Djokovic vs Medvedev. For the championship. Several minutes into the game, you set your coffee cup down on the side table and start to rise, with filthy intentions on your mind.
But I'm not there.
You look about. You call out.
Whatever, you think. You're kinda over this. Over my elusive shit today. You fly out later this afternoon for home. Time's a-wasting. Whatever. You go back to reading on the iPad. Probably a new dirty story on Nifty Archives. Some author you're familiar with and seek out regularly. You're flat on your back, a little chubbed up in your underwear in spite of having drained your balls multiple times yesterday. But you're a cum-churner. Your heavy nuts never seem to stop, never take a vacation. You're horny as fuck right now. What should you do about that? A warm, moist hole would be good right about now. But what the fuck ever. The tennis game is a little loud.
Unsuspected, I slither between your legs. I mouth on a plump testicle covered by the fabric of your briefs. I tell you to mind your business, go back to reading whatever it is you're reading. I wrestle your underwear off with your assist of raising your hips. You go back to reading. You look back down. I'm staring straight at you. Your right ball in my mouth. You watch me washing your one nut... now the other.
You: Fuck. His mouth feels good on my scrotum.
Me: Fuck. His scrotum tastes good.
I pay attention to your taint. Taints don't get enough loving. I attempt to correct that with wet kisses and tongue swipes. My tongue goes a little too far south. The tip of my tongue hooks against the rim of the crater leading to your hole. I ride that rim.
Being the slut that you are, your legs begin to automatically spread and rise. You can't help yourself. You're oh so willing to show any strange man the private core of yourself. You expose your swirled anus to me. Fuck, I'm so hard!
I take the two orbs of your ass and split you wide like a peach. Gawd, I'm in love with this hairy ass!! It will haunt me with erections for all of my remaining days.
I want to show this beautiful flesh just how much I do love it. So that it knows, so that there is never a question. I spoil it with my wet kisses and my wicked tongue and my invasive fingers. I leave you wet and quivering and needy. Back to that neglected taint. On to those two balls in their hairy pouch... those balls that now seem to be plumper, riper than when I had left them earlier.
You may have mistakenly assumed that I was going for your main course next. But I hardly acknowledge your arching penis. I squirm down beside you-- half on the sofa, half on you. And I latch myself onto to your right nipple. Damn, I love me some good tittie. And you have incredible, very suckable titties. I nurse on both of your teats. Like I'm not giving up on extracting your rich tittie milk from you, ever. Now, truth be told... your mouth may be my favorite part about you. Oh, those deep fall-into-you kisses you give me. As I suck on your tongue, I think of all of the places your lips and this tongue might have been. You shameless man.
I pull you up.
We traipse down a beaten path wearing only slip-on shoes. Carrying towels and a blanket. We duck through overgrown vegetation. The day is sunny and on the warm side. The creek -- and my man-made swimming hole -- is farther away from the house than you thought it would be. I guide your way with my hand on your rump, my fingers being overly rude with you. We slip down into the cold flowing water and go for the deeper center--right up to our armpits. I wrap my legs around your waist. Fuck, I just can not get enough of your mouth today.
Nature makes my horny. Extra horny.
I lay your wet body down on the blanket in the shade. I'm making my moves on you. I have a score to settle with you. I have every intention of cramming my hardness straight up your bunghole. And pounding you full of my life-giving sperm. After all, you took my hole twice yesterday. And plowed your seed in deep. I only sodomized you once. But you aggressively flip me over, down onto my belly. And you brutally, wonderfully stick hard cock into my tender rectum and claim me once again. Your arm across my shoulders, holding me down. You savage fucker. The great outdoors must have the same affect on you. Your jizzes are like cannon fire into my guts.
As I lie here beneath you (you panting and sweating over me, oozing, trembling) I wonder if maybe I've got it all wrong. My dick may have been denied, but my pussy has zero complaints.
We don't make it into the house. I fuck you under the sun on the patio sofa. I want you face up. I want to see the torture on your face as I brutalize your cunt. I slam you hard. I knock the air from your lungs on every thrust, causing you to grunt out helplessly. I jizz rather quickly. You and your magical hole. I can never last long inside you. But I keep fucking you. I stare you straight in your eyes. And I fuck your pussy. I'm only going inside you to a calculated depth. I pound into your prostate. Repeatedly. There it is. Your eyes turn glassy. Your toes began to curl. Your grunts are now dreamy moans.
I slow down to a caress. To a massaging of your sensitive button buried up inside your asshole. I make your prostate dance on the tip of my knob. And according to my plan, you begin to leak. So. Much. Pre-cum. I'm grinning at you and you whisper up to me, "You fucker." I scoop up your discharge. Damn, you're sweet as honey. I'm not a selfish man. I bend down to you. I give you a taste of yourself. In our sweetest kiss ever. I get back to business. A little rougher, a little faster.
Me: "I'm not going to stop fucking you, Rob. Not until you cum for me. No no. Hands off. Jizz for me, man. Squirt all your jizz for your Daddy. (Ha ha, as in Who's your Daddy now?) I'm gonna dick your sweet pussy-hole until your nuts fire off. Cum for me, Rob. Let me fuck the cum out of you, you beautiful man."
I fall down from great heights onto you and you catch me in your arms. We're both attempting to regulate our breathing. We are now as one, plastered together by your sacred seed. Your gasping breath in my ear is the sweetest music I know.
Me: "Damn. You smell like sex." I burrow into your sweaty pit. "Nasty fucking man sex. I'm not gonna let you take a shower. I want you to fly back home to Idaho like this. Sitting on that plane. Stinking of sex. And you're gonna hold my babies inside you all the way home. You hear me? I'll still be here in Arkansas, but my jizzy DNA will be there with you in Idaho. My babies will be with you. FaceTime me the second you walk through your door. To let me know you made it back safely, of course."
I give you a light hug and a pat on the back at the airport. A buddy hug. Fuck, you smell so good. These people. These people around us have no frigging clue... about all the filthy things you do to me, I do to you.
I walk from the airport with my hands in my jacket, a slight smile on my face. Everything looks different. I'm in a new world now. It's been almost 40 years since I last fooled around with another guy. After years of marriage and beloved kids, I am a new creature. Rob has been patiently unpacking me. Like a wrapped gift--a box within a box within....
You: "I'm just walking in the door. Made it."
Me: "Forget that luggage. Get out of those clothes. Every last stitch of them. Yeah, baby. Strip for me. Hell yeah. Even those cum-stained panties. Now. Lay flat on your back there on your sofa. Holy fuck, Rob, you look so yummy. You're a goddam beautiful man. Okay now. Reach down low there. Show me your pussy. Dang! That is one juicy cunt! Now I wanna see your face again. I wanna watch your face as you eat the special gift I left inside you. It's okay now, buddy. You can unclench now, let go. Fuuuuck! Suck on those fingers, you sick horndog, smack those lips! I'm here in Arkansas, Rob, but I'm there with you too, friend."
You: "Fuck. You taste as good as I remember. So fucking good. I'm never gonna forget your taste, Zip."
Me: "I'll be reminding you soon enough. When I fly up to you in a couple of months. I'm gonna fuck your brains out, buddy."
You: "I think we may have discovered a new truth about you this weekend, you beast of a man. It's best you keep up with your daily exercises because I'm gonna put you through your paces next time, Zippy. I'm gonna wear you out. My house. My house rules."
Me: "Fuck. Should I be scared? Am I like your Official Fuck-Toy-on-a-String now?" You: "And pack warm clothes. I don't care how cold it is outside, You're corn-holing my naked ass out on my favorite hiking trail. You can bank on that."
Me: "Geezus, Rob. I'll warm you up with a hot blast of jizm into your guts. How's that sound? Hey, I'm glad you made it home safe, buddy. Can't wait to see you again."
You: "Same. Send me a dirty email tomorrow, buddy. I'll be looking for it."
Me: "Maybe I'll just write to you about this incredible weekend I once had with my man-crush. It was incredibly hot. Fuck that US Open final. I had me the best fucks of my life."
You: "Ha ha, can't wait to read it, Zip. Bye, you hot fuck."
Me: "Bye, you mastermind of a horndog. Later."
You: "Soon."
Handsome, horny Zippy, I was blown away by your idyllic description of that perfect Sunday in Arkansas. What a fucking blast. You never cease to amaze and excite me.
I already had you pegged for a caring kind of guy. It's such a little thing: you observing the way I prepared my coffee, so that each cup you surprised me with afterwards was just the wayI like it. I'm having dreamy thoughts about how uncharacteristically comfortable I am lounging around naked with you. And lunging for you every chance I get.
Everything that happened on Saturday is a bit of a blur. After messaging and FaceTiming for such a long time, I was overwhelmed to finally be in the same room with you. I had fallen for you from hundreds of miles away; but in person, you are even more handsome. I really wasn't prepared for the sexual energy that radiated from you like an aura. I should have expected it. After all, it was the same raw sexual vibe that I felt when I read the first story you submitted to Nifty. I'm glad that I reached out to you after I had read that chapter, Zip. The only ulterior motive I had when I contacted you, was to encourage you to write more. Your story made me hard, so I wanted you to keep writing. Who would have guessed that it would lead to this.
I kept thinking about our earliest chats. I recall how shocked I was back then to hear you say that you couldn't imagine anyone would be attracted to you at this stage in your life. How wrong you were, my friend! You have taken great care of yourself. Even though we're close in age, you easily look ten years younger. When I got you naked and saw that smooth, toned body, I felt like I'd won the jackpot. You didn't seem to mind that I was chubby and covered with hair. You never made me feel self-conscious; I was comfortable with you from the beginning. Being naked with you seemed so right.
Right out of the gate, you were like a wild animal. You knew just what to do to make my eyes roll back in my head. Even in the midst of all that passion and intensity, you made sure that my needs were met. What a considerate man. That amazing cock of yours felt like it was made just for my ass. Then when you rolled over and presented your own hole to me, I thought I was going to explode before I even got it all the way inside of you. Before I fell asleep that night, part of me was sad to think that you had deprived yourself of that kind of pleasure for so many years. But ultimately, I was grateful that it was me on the receiving end of all that pent up passion. I remember thinking that I had not cum so hard since I was kid.
Fucking hell, Zippy! How was I to know that you would be even more ravenous the next day.
I had a brief pang of sadness each time you slipped away from me on Sunday. We've both lived alone for so long. I guess I can't expect you to announce your every move. I was just worried that you were avoiding me. So I was thrilled to find that sexy naked body of yours in the shower. I was even more thrilled when you asked me to join you. Wanting to be clean so that our tongues and fingers and cocks could go wherever we choose without having to worry. A guy who is practical and plans for all eventualities is sexy as fuck. I'm never going to forget the way I felt as I kissed you under the spray of the showerhead.
Drying off, I called out your name. You were gone again. I was afraid that you were getting tired of me. That's when I found you sitting outside, wearing only your underwear. It was like you were waiting to see if I'd come looking for you. Was it a game? It didn't matter to me once I had you in my sights again. You know, I had fantasized about having sex with you, Zip; but who knew how much fun we would have doing something as simple as preparing breakfast and eating together in nothing but our skivvies. If I can convince you to come north to my place, I might not even let you wear your jockeys. Maybe I'll hide them until you leave.
As I was relaxing after we'd eaten, you disappeared again. Another pang. If you needed some time to yourself, I wish you'd just said so. I had been enjoying watching you, while you were engrossed in your tennis match. I get so turned on by a guy who is passionate about things: his sports, his work, his hobbies. I know that it's counter productive; but I had wanted to sneak over and suck your amazing cock while you were absorbed in the match. I'm sure you can multitask. And you deserve any small pleasure that I can give you. Truthfully, I was having trouble keeping my hands off of you.
Then you were gone again. Pang. If it's a game, I suppose I'll play along. There is just so little time before I need to get to the airport. If it were up to me, we'd spend the next few hours with that hard-as-a-teenager-dick of yours buried deep inside of me.
Zip, you already know how to push all of my buttons. Oh well, I'll give you some space, if that's what you need. I open Reddit on the iPad and check some posts on timber framing in Japan; then follow a link to a YouTube vid of a young Scandinavian dude building a traditional log house off the grid. In your letter, you assumed I was reading fuck-fiction on Nifty. That is probably what I'll be doing when I'm back home, but you are all the porn I need this weekend, champ!
That was the moment that I felt your mouth on my crotch. I hid my face behind my tablet and resisted the urge to squeal like kid at Christmas. I knew you'd come around, Zippy. I chubbed up as you paid special attention to each of my nuts. If they weren't nestled in my underwear they would be hanging low, but all bunched up inside, with your mouth driving me crazy, my briefs were feeling fuller by the minute. It felt good through the fabric. It felt fucking awesome when you finally freed them and I felt your wet tongue on my scrotum. You are such a thorough and skilled lover. Usually when I'm with a guy, I am the one doing the worshipping. But you...You make me feel like a king.
I know that you were trying to torment me by leaving my cock untouched. My secret is that I didn't mind. I get goosebumps when you touch me anywhere on my body. When you just rub your hand on my leg. Or when you casually scratch my back. Or give me a playful swat on my fat ass. You are an observant lover. The body parts I was aching for you to explore then were my nips. As soon as I thought that, you began kissing one of them as your fingers teased the other. I am convinced that I could easily orgasm just from kissing you as we grind our bodies together and tug on each others tits. We could frot until we spray our loads between us. I'm putting that on the to-do list for the next time we're together. Zip, I love that you never hesitated to kiss my mouth, even with all the places our tongues had been that weekend.
Just when I thought you're going to fuck me again, like you did last night; you lead me outside. I want to say 'No, let's stay inside and fuck!" Actually I'm ready to beg you to fuck me again. But I trust you. I follow where you lead me.
It was like heaven, following you on the path outdoors through the dense foliage. Both of us naked. It makes me want to go hiking with you; either keeping one hand on your sexy ass or pulling you off the trail to see if I can taste my jizz that I planted in you earlier. Before I know it, we're submerged in the natural pond. To be outdoors in natural and au naturale. I can't believe my fucking luck. Making out in the freezing cold water. Our nutsacks constricting. Our bodies have evolved to regulate the temperature of our little sperm factories; but we'll show them. The places we're shooting our spunk, it doesn't matter if our little swimmers are viable to fertilize an egg. Maybe mine never were. We'll never know. But right here in my arms, I have a hot male specimen who has decidedly potent seed. This is a real man. I don't mean someone capable of reproducing; I mean someone who sires offspring- and then nurtures, feeds and cares for them. They become the most important thing in his life. Those are the actions of REAL man.
Drying off on the blanket, this is where you didn't get it exactly right in your letter, Zippy. You said I interrupted your attempt to mount me, so I could fuck you instead. If I'd known you had intentions of getting back in my ass, those are plans that I would never have thwarted. Before my visit, you had told me that it had been so many years since you'd made love to a man, you were going to need to find your way. I keep waiting for you to realize what I had observed; that you are happiest when you're on top. You seem more natural when you're in control. I have seen your face beam when you angle in just right and hear me moan like a little bitch. Don't get me wrong, I love your ass. Smackable. Lickable. Fuckable. I definitely want my turn in there. But having you inside of me is what I really crave. Giving you free use of my body. Fucking me in any position you want; and at any tempo you prefer.
When we make it back up to the patio, your gentle love making at the start is perfect. I'm delirious to be on my back, my legs over your shoulders so you can bend down and kiss me. It is no less perfect when our lovemaking becomes animalist and raw. I can't tell you how vulnerable I feel looking up at you in that position; my legs spread, giving you full access to my hole. It was primal rutting. Brutal breeding. The inside of my lips are sore from our wild kissing and biting. Your steely cock was wrecking my hole. It's going to be sore as I fly home; and I wouldn't have it any other way. You are fucking me like a machine.
When you make that loud growl and pump me full of your cum, I am so fucking grateful, but I don't want you to ever stop. Oh my god. It's like you can hear what I'm thinking. You just keep going! After dumping a gallon of your man juice in my hairy hole, that impressive dick of yours acts like it's just getting started. Damn! Has this sexy fucking Zip found the elixir of youth; because he is fucking me with the stamina of a 20 year old. I am so fucking lucky. The stamina of a 20 year old and the skills and abilities of a man who has been pleasing partners for a lifetime.
You see right through me, You know what a slut I am. You know I will never forget it if you fuck two loads into me without a break. When I feel you getting close the second time, I don't need to touch myself. I cum hands free from the best fuck of my life. I feel you absolutely flood my guts.
I didn't want to get on that plane, Zip. I was grateful for your hospitality and eager to repay the favor when you come up north to visit me. The two days together were magic. I didn't want them to end.
Do you want to hear a confession? I didn't even make it home before I played with the cum you left in me. Before I got on the plane, I had to go to the restroom and fold up some toilet paper and stuff it in the back of my shorts. I was so damn wet. I couldn't resist bringing a finger up to my lips and tasting you again. I was so fucking tempted- right there in that cubicle- to try and push it into the palm of my hand and lap it up. But then you would've be gone too soon, and I wanted to hold onto you. I sneaked one more taste. I made sure the tissue would catch any excess; then I clamped down, holding you inside.
Our weekend made me think of a favorite old lyric of mine:
If you were to wake up And I were beside you, Would you gently smile dear And whisper my name? Would you remember The way that I held you? And would you want me To hold you again?
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Song lyrics by Lyle Lovett