Virgin at Forty Two

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When we finished eating, he helped me clear the table and put the plates in the dishwasher. When everything was done, we went back to the terrace and there was an awkward moment, as none of us knew exactly how to start things. We didn't even know if we were going to start anything. I felt like a clumsy forty-year-old that was maybe going to make love for the first time in his life. Tony wanted to go slow and didn't know if we were ready to do it. Despite this awkward moment, we were looking in each other's eyes and holding hands.

We didn't go to bed together that night. Yes, we kissed and made out, but we didn't even take our clothes off. I guess we were both anxious to reach the point of no return, but on the other hand we were too nervous. Yes, we knew we were attracted to each other and even had feelings for each other. But that didn't seem enough. We were both old-fashioned in that aspect. It was not that we waited to be married to make love, but even if we knew each other for over a year, there were still things we wanted to discover first. We had fallen for each other but we wanted to know if it was a lasting thing or if it was just lust.

We had admitted what was a secret up till that night. Suddenly all was revealed, but it didn't mean we had to go to bed right away. The kissing and the caressing were giving us much pleasure and each time we were sporting huge boners. We even caressed our genitals through the fabric of our trousers but never reached a climax. We both wanted our first time together to be special, but didn't know how to create a special moment or environment. It was weird because we both wanted to bring our relationship and friendship to a higher level.

We kept on running on Saturday mornings and go swimming in the sea on Sundays as far as the weather allowed it. We still went to the nudist beach and could keep our dicks more or less flaccid. We could convince ourselves that we were there for exercising purpose only, but seeing him naked was still a torture because I couldn't touch him. It was a nudist beach, yes, but that didn't mean we had to perform a sexual show in front of people. Weeks went by and I got really frustrated. I wanted to know what lovemaking was all about. I wanted to feel Tony in all possible ways. If the kissing was any indication of the pleasure we could have together, it was sure we would enjoy the lovemaking even more. Just the thought of feeling his skin against mine, made me ooze pre-cum. When we were together in public places, I always made sure to wear two pairs of briefs as to not have a wet spot on the front of my shorts.

Tony expressed his frustration one Saturday during our run.

• Francis, you can't expect me to go on like this much longer. I love you and I want you.

That was the first time he used the word "Love". I came to a sudden stop in my running. As Tony saw that, he got a concerned look on his face. He looked me in the eyes and repeated the same words: "I love you and I want you". Even though we were in the city park with lots of people around us, I took him in my arms and kissed him passionately. I guess I had been waiting for him to say those words. My heartbeat went faster and it was not due to our running. I felt overwhelmed with feelings and the fact that we had no more problems showing our affection for each other, even if we were in public.

• If you have any doubts Francis, please tell me now. I don't want to pressure you and I certainly don't want to oblige you to do anything you don't want. I respect you. But being next to you without being able to touch you the way I want you, is getting to me. The frustration is killing me. I want us to go home, shower and make love the rest of the day. If you can't or you are not ready for it, tell me and I will leave you alone. You can call me when you are ready.

This really sounded like an ultimatum. I had to decide right there and then if I was confident enough to let it happen. I was scared to death and said so to Tony.

• So am I, my Love, but if we don't do anything because we are scared, we will never know if that fear is justified or not. I don't want to lose what we have without even trying. When we start making love, and there is anything you don't like, you just say it and we stop. But please, let us at least try. I know we love each other enough to make it work and I really see myself getting old with you by my side. Let's not waste any more time and express the feelings we have inside in a physical way.

We ran back to his house. Instead of showering, we jumped in the pool. I was no longer afraid that Tony saw me with a hard-on. We had taken off our running gear and Tony took me by the hand and pulled me into the water. This time, my cock didn't shrink with the cold water. After a few laps I was standing at the shallow end of the pool and Tony swam in my direction. He came standing just in front of me and pressed his body against mine. We were both hard. We kissed and our naked skins rubbed over the other. There was urgency in our actions. The kissing was passionate and almost aggressive. Tony pushed his hips against mine and our cocks met for the first time. It was strange to feel the warmth of his genitals surrounded by the cool water. Tony lifted me up and sat me on the edge of the pool. He was looking at my cock with such a hunger that I thought he would devour me there and then. But he didn't. He jumped out of the pool and took a towel to dry me. He then took another one, but I took it out of his hands, as I wanted to dry him in the sensual way he had done it for me.

I had to learn so many things and I thought that if I mimicked what he did, it would be a good thing, at least as a start. Tony took me by the hand to go to the bedroom, but our cocks were showing the way. I had never been so hard in my life. We fell on the bed and resumed our kissing. The passion had not faded away and I could feel Tony's hands roam over my body. It was electrifying and I was soon covered with goose bumps. We hadn't done anything yet and I was already feeling my entire body reacting to his soft caresses. Tony pushed himself on top of me. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to breath with his weight on my body, but I could. I even liked the feeling of his body on mine. We broke our kiss as to catch air, but Tony went directly to my ears. I didn't know what he was doing, but once he started nibbling at my earlobes, I moaned. The moaning got even louder when he sucked on my tender flesh between my ears and my collarbone, but even that sound was soft compared to the moans I let out when he reached my nipples. I had no idea my nipples were so sensitive.

Tony was worshipping my body. He kissed and licked every square inch of flesh he could reach. I felt the familiar tingling in my balls that normally announce the imminent ejaculation. Tony must have felt it to, as he softened his attack on all my nerve endings. I was already regretting that I had waited so long to allow him to do that to me. He knelt between my spread legs and caressed my thighs. He looked me over and repeated constantly how gorgeous as I was. He sure knew how to bring my ego to a top level. He didn't take too much time before he leaned down and started to nibble at my navel while cupping my balls. He kissed my entire nether region and licked me from my balls, over my shaft till he reached my cock-head. There he opened his mouth wide and engulfed my manhood in his moist and warm mouth. That sensation was far too much for me and I ejaculated my semen in his mouth. I thought he would take his mouth away, but he didn't. He sucked on my cock-head with redoubled force and got to the last drop of my juice to drink. As soon as nothing came out anymore, he came up and kissed me. For the first time I tasted my own semen. I had never done that before, but it was definitely something I would do more often.

• How do you like it so far? He asked.

• If I had known the feelings you were going to awake in me, I would have let you do it from the first time we met.

• I can assume you like it then, he said with a giggle. But it is only the beginning. Do you want to go on?

• Try to prevent me of doing so!

And with that I pushed him on his back and started the same travel he had made on my body, imitating as faithfully as possible what he had done. I didn't find much pleasure in eating out his ears, but I knew the pleasure it had given me, so I went on. I reached his nipples and he was moaning almost as loud as I had. I discovered that nipples as well could get erect and even more sensitive. I was enjoying what I was doing and I forced Tony to spread his legs, as I tried to kneel in between them. I was not as patient as Tony. I was eager to know what it felt like and what it tasted to have a cock in my mouth. I caressed his genitals and looked at that hard cock pointing to the ceiling. Even though I was a little apprehensive about it, I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his cock- head. I bathed it in spit and started and up and down motion. The velvet smooth skin rubbed my tongue. I was doing something good as Tony was squirming under me. I grabbed his balls and massaged them in one hand while I was stroking his shaft with my other. Tony didn't come as fast as I had, but I didn't give up. His hard organ between my lips gave me a certain satisfaction. I didn't know I could make him squirm like that only by sucking his cock. Tony was apparently shaken by spasms of pleasure and moaned out loud. I thought I felt his cock getting even harder and bigger between my lips. I learned later that it was his body telling me he was about to ejaculate. The fist spurt surprised me, but I squeezed my lips tight around his manhood as not to lose a drop of cum. He had drunk mine so I guessed it was no problem of drinking his. I swallowed his load and then got up to his face to share it with him.

• For a first-timer you sure know how to please a man! Tony said with a big smile on his face.

• I have a good teacher, I answered with a grin.

We kept kissing, sharing spit and sperm. I loved it so far. When I masturbated in the past, as soon as I had shot my load, my dick went limp. Now, in Tony's arms, I realized my cock was still rock-hard and looking down I saw his was as well. This seemed to be a good sign. I wanted to experiment even further. I knew there was more to come if I could believe what I had seen on the Internet.

Tony pushed me once again on my back and turned around. With this motion we were in a sixty-nine position and I found Tony's cock only a few inches from my mouth. I opened once again and started to suck on it like a baby on his bottle. Tony didn't waste any time and returned the favor. As we had both climaxed, we could take our time to enjoy it fully. Tony worked his arms between my legs and soon forced them up. My ass was spreading wide and he dove in immediately. The feeling of his tongue on my rosebud almost made me climax again. I tried to resist. I wanted that feeling to last forever. All the muscles in my body started shaking. That new feeling was sending me to heaven. I didn't even know something like that existed. I gasped for air and had to let go of Tony's cock. My eyes rolled back in their sockets. I thought I was going to faint from pure ecstasy. Tony spread my ass-cheeks even wider and dove in with renewed strength. He even pushed his tongue inside and told me to relax so he could in even further. How on earth did he want me to relax when he was doing things to me I had never experienced? I let myself submerge in the feelings and sensations and my second orgasm spurted out with strength. But that didn't prevent Tony to go on and on. When he introduced a first finger in my ass I knew I was lost. I would be addicted to him playing with my ass. I loved it and loved him for doing what he did.

Tony changed position so quickly I didn't even realized it. He pushed my legs towards my chest and ate my ass out as if it was the most delicious meal he could receive. He didn't get tired of it. He French kissed my ass and the only thing I could do was holding my legs so he had better access. He added a finger in my hole and was touching something inside that caused a deep moan to come out of my throat. I later found out he had found my prostate and was massaging it. I couldn't believe the mix of feelings that went through me. He stretched my whole as much as he could without hurting me. I had read that a penetration could be painful, but the way he was doing it, it gave me only pleasure. I didn't know it was possible, but my ass dilated really well. Tony couldn't refrain himself and took a tube of lube that was on the nightstand. He put a nice amount of it on his fingers and worked my ass again. Spit had done its job, but the lube was even better. Three fingers were deep in me and they assaulted my prostate with frenzy. I groaned and moaned. I wanted more! Tony was about to give to me as he spread some lube on his cock. He aimed it right on target and pushed in. His swollen cock-head went past my sphincter muscle with ease. A stab of pain went through my lower abdomen, but was soon replaced by another new sensation of pleasure. Tony was careful to insert his mighty organ in my bowels and it didn't take long before I felt his trimmed pubic hair tickle my ass-cheeks. A last thrust let me know he was in me up to the hilt.

Tony held still was he was completely in me and kissed me with what was now his familiar passion. Slowly he started pumping in and out of me. The friction of his cock on my ass-walls made me squirm. Those were the best sensations I had ever felt. Slowly, but steadily, he increased his speed and with that he touched places I didn't even know I had. The excitement I felt was once again overwhelming my whole being. If those were the feeling that lovemaking was causing, I had been a damned fool to wait so long! Tony was pounding my ass furiously and his breath was according to the physical effort he was delivering. I grabbed him by his neck and held on to him. I heard him saying something, but with his heavy breath I couldn't understand him, but I was feeling what he had said. He was climaxing for I felt the spasms of his cock in my ass. He was filling my insides with his juice. The mere idea of it sent me over the edge and I orgasmed a third time. Tony's balls were empty and he collapsed on top of me. We were both trying very hard to catch our breath. Our hearts needed to calm down. We didn't move for what seemed the longest time. Nature took over and Tony's cock went limp and plopped out of me. I had an immediate feeling of emptiness.

Tony rolled off of me and his head rested on my chest. We were still unable to even speak. My legs hurt because of the unusual position, but I didn't mind. If that was the price to pay for a mind-blowing lovemaking, I readily accepted it. Our physical exercise took its toll and we dozed off. At last I had a restful nap. Tony had given me the best there was. I couldn't ask for more. Somewhere, somehow I was afraid I would have to live one day without such lovemaking.

I woke up with the feeling someone was watching me. I opened my eyes and Tony's met them. He was smiling and I couldn't do anything else than smile back to him. To use Tony's words, we had tried it! And god knows I had loved every single second of it. I asked Tony if he was ready for the next round and he burst out laughing.

• Don't tell me I created a monster with a sexual appetite! Oh my! My mother always warned me to be careful about what I was wishing for. Now I understand what she meant.

The only reason Tony said that was because he was starving. His stomach made it very clear to both of us. We went to the kitchen and prepared some sandwiches. Tony got a bottle of wine and we sat at the terrace table next to the pool.

Tony was true to his word. We made love that Saturday all day long. We didn't even count the orgasms. For me, it seemed that I wanted to recover the lost time. Being a virgin at forty-two and discovering that lovemaking is actually healthy and fun, was a revelation for me. Tony was a very patient but also eager teacher. Even if he had not much experience, he knew exactly what to do to deliver a maximum pleasure. For him it was not important if we did in a bed, on a chair, in the pool or on the kitchen table. For him the main purpose was to give, and receive, as much pleasure as was possibly imaginable. For him it was a physical expression of the feelings that were in his heart. If we made love so much and so often, it was only because we truly loved each other.

After that memorable weekend, we were so much more relaxed when we were together. The tension of knowing we loved each other, but not able to say so or show it, was a pure torture. Being able to make love whenever we wanted made also that the visits to the nudist beach were relaxed. Running on Saturdays were better as well. We didn't have to use our imagination to know what was hidden in those short athletic shorts. We knew. What changed as well was the fact we went out less. Sure, we still do an occasional movie or theatre performance. We still went to galleries and appreciate what was on display, and even more when we went to an exhibition of paintings dedicated to male nudity. That was just beautiful. Most of the art-works were paintings, but there were as well drawings and some photography. We noticed that there was not one painting that showed the genitals. It was pure art and very erotic. We spent quite some time in that gallery as every artwork got our attention. After about two hours, Tony decided to purchase one of the bigger drawings with charcoal. It was the image of a young muscular man sitting in a chair. It was nothing special on itself, but the look in the models eyes was captivating. Tony thought it would be very nice hanging above the bed. I couldn't agree more.

About six months after our mutual confession of love, Tony asked me how I felt about us. I looked at him quizzically, not fully understanding what he meant.

• What I mean is ... are your feelings still the same as when we began to make love? Or did you prefer it before?

• My feelings about you haven't changed. I still love you like the first day. I love you even more as I am discovering new parts of your personality. I missed you before because I didn't know where our relationship was going. Now I miss you when I am not able to touch you or to show you my feelings.

• What do you think about our living arrangements? Tony then asked.

• Well, it is not always easy, as you know. Parts of my clothes are here and the other part is at my house. The same can be said about yours. We have to call each other to know where we meet. Don't misunderstand me, I love talking to you over the phone, it's just that we never know if we are disturbing at work when we call.

• OK, next question: would you think we love each other enough to live together a hundred percent?

I was secretly hoping to hear that question for months now, but I didn't want to put any pressure on Tony. He was the manager of an important bank and I didn't know how that bank was looking towards same-gender couples. But in my heart I knew I wanted to wake up every morning with Tony at my side.

• I would love that very much Tony. I haven't brought up the subject because of your position at the bank. The banking world is quite conservative. I don't know how the headquarters will accept a gay couple or just a gay manager.

• Don't worry about the bank, they just look at the figures at the end of each month. If the results are satisfactory, they don't care who you are living with.

• So, if I understand well, you ask me to move in with you? I asked.

• Yes and no, Tony said, it is a little more complicated than that. Your house is nice but a little small for the two of us. Mine has approximately the same size. What would you think if we both sold our houses and bought a bigger one together? There are a few properties that the bank had to take from their owners, as they couldn't pay their mortgage. Those houses are put up for sale. First they offer it to the personnel and if nobody wants it, it is put up for auction. Just yesterday a house was on the list. I saw it and it is a real bargain. It is not even ten years old and it is a very good construction. It is quite a lot bigger than either one of ours and is very well located. We could, if you want, sell our houses and buy it. We could also consider keeping our houses and rent them out and use our money to buy the new house. What do you think?

• I think it is not a bad idea, I said. But first we would have to see that house and agree we both like it. Then we have to see how much our houses are worth on the market, being it for selling or for renting out. Only then we can put some figures on paper and see the result. But the idea of living together is really appealing to me.

• Well, let's get dressed. I have the key to the house in my car. We are going to visit it.

In less than five minutes we were on our way. The house that we were going to visit was in the same neighborhood of where Tony was living. It was a ten-year-old construction but it looked absolutely new. The gardens, as well in front of the house as the backyard, were well kept and nicely landscaped. Just as the houses we both had for the moment, everything was on the same floor. There were three bedrooms, each with an en-suite bathroom. The kitchen was huge and equipped with the ultimate appliances. The living and dinning room had French doors giving on the terrace and the huge backyard where a nice sized pool was installed. I felt at home in that house even before I had seen it all.

• The only inconvenience with this house is that I have to give an answer Monday at the very latest. That's part of the deals the bank is offering.

Once Tony had told me the price of the house I impulsively said we'd do it. We could afford it, even if we didn't sell our current houses. When Tony told me it was a bargain, he had not exaggerated.

The following Monday, Tony filled in all the necessary papers on both our names. It took about two months to have all the official paperwork to be signed and registered. In the meantime my house was sold. It took a few more weeks to sell Tony's as it was more expensive according to the neighborhood it was located. The day we moved into our new house everything was settled. We didn't even have to touch our own money to have it all as we wanted.

That first night, after the movers were gone, we enjoyed the swimming pool. The backyard was perfectly fenced and we had total privacy. The swimming pool was equipped with a wave-maker and that obliged us to make extra efforts to swim our laps. Tony had opened a bottle of Champagne to christen the new place. When it got dark, the automatic lightening of the garden and the pool surprised us. The whole place looked magical. That same first night we made love under the stars. It was not raw sex, it was really lovemaking with tender loving care and passion.

The next Saturday, after our weekly run, we went car shopping. After all, we had not touch a dollar from our savings with the house, so we could afford each a new car. Our old Honda's were like a punch in the face in front of the house. We had carefully planned it and drove to a dealership each in our own car. Tony had made the necessary arrangements to pay cash. In the afternoon we drove back to the house, each in our new car. I had opted for a convertible where Tony opted for a four doors as he sometimes had clients with him. Both cars were BMW.

In less than two years time, everything was new to me: the house, the car, the husband and the lovemaking. I couldn't be happier. My life had turned out to be a very good one. I was forty-four a no longer a virgin!

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