...After an intense night of powerful sex and an equally mind-blowing morning of me being "breakfast-in-bed," for Jim we simply lazed around his house on Saturday morning. My wife and child were out of town and Jim was for all intents and purposes a divorced man who had found himself free to explore the fascinating proclivities of his ever-growing attraction to younger men. At 57, he was strikingly handsome with a shock of neatly trimmed white hair, smooth, supple tanned skin for his age, plenty of muscle tone, especially in his upper body, with a thick, lengthy cock riddled with powerful veins. What made his crotch extra delicious was that he regularly shaved himself of any excess crotch hair leaving his plumbing incredibly edible and extremely enticing. His face was dignified with a strong aquiline nose and high cheek bones and his countenance gave off an air of authority without hiding the twinkle in his eye and the warmth of his personality.
After our morning fuck-fest I decided to cook us breakfast; eggs, bacon, toast, juice, strong coffee and some quality time chatting about each other's background, sexual maturity and explorations in the arousing world of man to man sex. As we sat there toe-toe, smiling into each other's eyes I asked Jim a pointed question and his reply turned into an extensive recounting of his inroads into man-toman passion.
"So Jim, were you into men when you were married?" I said.
"Oh my; for sure, Terry. To tell you the truth, I've been fantasizing about cocks and hot times with men since I was a teenager. Actually my first experience with a guy was when I was about 16." Jim proceeded to tell me the following tale:
"I had an older brother who had always wrestled in middle and high school and he taught me some of what he knew, so I wound up getting involved with a school wrestling program in the 9th grade. I had a wrestling coach, Coach Wilson who was very fatherly and sort of took me under his wing. To tell the truth, I didn't really have any thoughts or notions of being sexually attracted to men at that age as I had barely hit puberty. Long story short, I became sort of a son to Coach Wilson and would hang around after practice and help him straighten up the gym, put the wrestling mats and gear away and do simple errands for him."
"One winter evening, after training all afternoon, Coach Wilson noticed me working on some defensive techniques and decided to show me a few useful escape moves. After we'd worked up a pretty good sweat he had me down on my all fours. Of course I was in one of those tight wrestling outfits with head gear and wrestling shoes and he was in the top position with one hand on my elbow and the other wrapped under me, ready to advise me on how to escape. But it was late, and we'd already gone through a bunch of positions when all of a sudden I felt Coach Wilson fondling my privates through my tight outfit. He was basically massaging and fondling my balls and cock and it felt so natural and good that I didn't react in shock or disgust. I remember clearly moaning with pleasure at his touch and the next thing I knew I was flat on my back in this empty gymnasium with my coach jamming his tongue in my mouth, fondling my body and caressing my stiff little cock through the fabric of my wrestling outfit."
"That sounds hot Jim, but also sort of frightening at that age." I said.
"Well, Terry, Coach Wilson was a handsome man, I'd say about 45 years old with a muscle-bound, taught body and as time passed I was really growing closer to him. When he kissed me, instead of finding it revolting, I found myself urgently kissing back. After a while he took me into his office, locked the door and opened up a locked closet he'd converted into a "nap-room," complete with a lamp, recliner and small metal cot.
I was very nervous, but his way with me was very confident and capable. I remember him sitting on the cot, with his pants off, just taking in the image of my sweaty body, his cock stiff with erection as he touched and fondled my dick through the fabric of the outfit and rubbed my balls and that space between them and my ass. Then he basically tore off the rest of his clothes and mine as well and then he pulled me on top of him and pressed our chests and cocks, lips and tongues together. He whispered in my ear that he would never harm me and then he grabbed a tube of lubricant he had stashed under the cot and began to massage and widen my rear with it.
I had never felt anything like that before and it made my own cock drip with arousal. After he worked on my hole for a good 10 minutes he whispered in my ear again, `Jim, I am going to put my penis in you. You may feel some initial discomfort, but I promise you it will subside, and after a few moments you are going to feel a sense of pleasure you have never felt before. Trust me. You will enjoy it.' Then he raised my legs up and onto his shoulders and slowly nudged his girth into me. Sure enough, when he was fully within I thought I was going to pee and poop right then and there. I remember my eyes got teary from the discomfort, but after a few moments, just as Coach Wilson had promised, the pain turned to an intense feeling of pleasure and I was soon put in a state of ecstasy with his cock pumping and stretching my ass. No one would ever find us in this room within a locked room late after practice and we got even sweatier as he continued to pump and pound my young, muscular body. Finally, he grasped me tightly and released hot cum deep within me and when I felt the warm, wet rush of him inside me I was pushed over the edge and my cock exploded too.
Needless to say, I spent many after-practice hours on that cot as Coach Wilson's young boy lover. He taught me so much about man to man lust and thank goodness no one ever found out, though our connection lasted through four years of High School. And all the while I had a girlfriend and even won 4 state wrestling tournaments. I figure if I hadn't been so close to Coach Wilson I would never have become such a good wrestler, and I certainly wouldn't have been so intimate with men, though it's difficult to say for sure?" Ultimately I went to college. I still wrestled and on occasion had some interesting man-to-man trysts, but nothing was quite like the connection I'd had with Coach Wilson. After college I met Mary and figured I was better off with a regular marriage and family in the eyes of the world, though my mind still reeled with lustful thoughts of men.
"I'm amazed at your story Jim! Not only that, but it sounds incredibly erotic to know that you were attracted to older men the same way that I am to you. I only wish I were that young when I started down this road – but I guess that's no big deal." I said. Jim smiled across the table and then I felt his foot between my legs, rubbing my crotch. I was in boxer shorts and a t-shirt but his touch got me hard pretty fast. This week without family was really making me a horn-dogged guy with Jim and I was literally living out this fantasy with gusto.
"Terry?' Jim said. "Now that we've got our wits about us, and have eaten and had coffee, I think it's clear that neither of us is sexually sated." He pushed his chair back from the breakfast table and held out his hand. I rose and held out my own which he grasped and then he led me back toward the stairs. As we mounted the stairs he had me lead and then he wrapped one arm around my torso and whispered in my ear, "Terry, I am so glad you spent the night here and have been my lover. The story I just told you was and served to get me started down this road. I am wondering if you would humor me and help me to relive it here, and now?"
I replied, "At this point I'd doing anything with you and for you Jim." I said. You have brought me to places I'd never imagined sexually and I'd be happy to indulge you."
He responded, "You are so great Terry. I don't know what I did to deserve you so late in my life, but I am slowly falling for you... but have no worries, I may ruin you for a week, but I won't ruin your life, family and marriage. And besides, I have a pretty good notion that you've been enjoying our connection.. wink wink?"
I said, "So what did you have in mind Jim? How do you want to relive this fantasy of yours?"
We'd reached the top of the stairs and entered Jim's bedroom again when Jim said, "Terry, take off your boxers and t-shirt and go in the bathroom. In the bottom drawer of the cabinet you will find some special clothing. I'd really like it if you would try putting them on and then come back to me here in bed?"
I did what I was asked to do by Jim and a few moments later I returned to him at his bedside. I was surprised that he had sort of set me up but in the same light I was happy to share in his fantasy. When I returned to him I was wearing a tight fitting maroon wrestling tunic with white piping, along with calf high wrestling shoes that seemed to fit perfectly along with
matching headgear complete with ear protection and a chin strap with chin cup. For obvious reasons my cock was turgid with arousal inside this outfit and as weird as it seemed, I was utterly aroused to be Jim's young fuck-boy protégé. It felt kinky and odd, but also great to be the subject of Jim's oddly formed desire.
Moments later we were wrestling on the floor and Jim's hands were all over me, fondling, cuddling, caressing and groping me. While we tussled Jim stroked my cock, ass and chest. He repeatedly bit my nipples and pinned me on my back jamming his tongue in my mouth as he forced me to the mat. I didn't' expect him to get so physical, but I decided to let him live out his desires since he'd been so loving and generous to me up to now.
Before I was officially pinned I decided to be playful so I arched my back and managed to toss him off me. Moments later he was back on me with a vengeance and had me on my tummy, pulling back the tight nylon tunic fabric down around my ass crack.. Then I basically gave up resisting as he aggressively forced his tongue in my rear, wriggling it about with glee and causing my cock to stiffen with intense arousal. Sweat was building up under my headgear and I basically just lay back and submitted to his kinky fantasies. It felt incredible having my ass chewed and licked by Jim and I melted with his dominant, coach-like touch.
"Terry, `Son", you are making me hot with this. Thanks for helping me relive a formative youthful digression – albeit with the roles reversed... I want you now to get up, remove your tunic, but keep that head gear and the shoes on and go lay down there in my bed with a pillow wadded up under your tummy. Will you do this for me son?"
I smiled, anxious to be the recipient of Jim's lovemaking once again. "You're a kinky old man Jim, and I love it when you call me `son.' Of course I will, "Daddy." I immediately got to my feet, removed the no damp tunic from my glistening sweaty body and lay down in his big king sized bed with a pillow wadded up under me and my saliva lubed rear raised and ready for his attention. We were both panting with lust and our skin was damp from the intensity of our contact. My rear was slick with his oral probing and I had clearly grown a bit more accustomed to the girth of his beautiful cock after the several sessions of last night and this morning.
He slipped in fairly easily and once again I clenched and squeezed his shaft with my anal ring, telling him of my desire for his penetration. He fucked me hard rendering me helpless by placing my upper body in a full nelson and grasping the ear covers of the headgear. Our sweat covered bodies grew moister and the contact of his body against my back made me leak with desire. He stiffened his restrictive hold on my neck, arms and shoulders as he jerked and pumped my rear with reckless abandon. He bit my neck and ears and whispered, "I love you son," repeating it like a mantra until his back arched and I felt his thickness once again violently explode within my rear; excess cum spurting out the side of my hole from the intensity of his lust. I was in a state of erotic release and I stained the bed sheets with a huge blast of my own. Once again we lay there in post-coital bliss, kissing and caressing till his shaft softened and fell from my over-worked love hole.
The pleasure of the shared after-glow with Jim was beginning to ruin me. The terse, rapid, relatively slap-bang sexual encounters I'd been having in the recent past with my wife paled by comparison. These experiences with Jim were intense, robust, erotic and fully realized. I loved being able to satisfy one of his fantasies and I hoped that perhaps he had other's that I might have a hand in recreating for him within the next week...
To be continued...