He didn't get dressed. In the silence that interrupted our morning sighs and whispers, he walked naked to the window and looked. I wasn't sure if he was contemplating the future or remembering the past.
He turned and smiled at me. I winked and kissed the air. He smiled wider.
It wasn't the same motions as had brought us together. That had been the usual hesitant if not awkward meeting as we sat next to each other at the bar.
The music was so loud; I wasn't comfortable yelling into the stranger's ear. He had turned towards me and I read his lips.
I tried to answer his question as to what I was drinking. He nodded as if he understood, and then asked the vapid question "Good?" and I nodded my response figuring he was not really interested but at least polite.
He was wearing a loose tank top and shorts. His thighs were smooth as was the parts of his torso skin bared. I liked smooth men.
His hand on my leg squeezed and I returned my head. My raised eyebrows asked a question and his second squeeze answered. I put my hand on his bare thigh. He didn't move his leg away. I was encouraged.
The music made him move in his chair. I hoped he wouldn't ask me to dance. I do dance but my moves were that of an older man, probably not as supple or erotic as his or the others I watched who were writhing erotically.
He turned towards me and pointed to my empty wine glass. His was also empty. I nodded and tried to signal the bartender but I was too slow. My possible new friend had signaled and the bartender nodded.
I have bought drinks for many men over the years, young and old, friends and new friends. But that was the first time someone I began to lust for bought one for me.
We toasted and drank. My hand returned to his thigh but higher than before. He winked and spread his legs which I took to mean he was welcoming me.
The music stopped long enough for us to say our names and shake hands. My hand slid because he moved forward under them. My fingertips felt the cloth of his shorts.
He said he was there for the first time. I didn't know if that was a line or truth..It didn't matter. We were talking. "Fun place" I said as if telling him something he didn't know.
"Sorry" I said my fingers had moved under his shorts and touched something I knew was him.
His lips were close to my ear as he had bent forward "It's ok, I like being touched" he said loud enough for me to hear and only me. The music fortunately didn't start until his louder than a whisper communicated.
My fingers flicked again and lingered. Above the pounding music I heard him sigh.
"Meet me outside" his words weren't whispered in my ear. I feared and hoped others had heard him. I squeezed his thigh in response and drank the last of my wine he had bought.
As I passed him I put my hands on both of his bare shoulders and lightly squeezed wanting to slide down under his tank top across his nipples which I hoped were hardened with his anticipation. But I moved away through the crowd.
He might not appear of course, I knew that. It had happened to me before. What older man seeking a younger bed partner hadn't? The bouncer, a tall bald African American man looked like a stereotypical bad man the Hollywood crowd would cast.
I nodded and he looked without a response. If I smoked, it would have been less awkward to stand there at the edge of the sidewalk.
I stared at the crowds of men walking by. Some held hands others laughed at unheard jokes, some carried plastic glasses while ignoring the uniformed Sheriff Deputies that lingered nearby.
"Where are you parked?" I didn't recognize his voice figuring some working boy assumed I was looking for someone I'd pay. I turned and saw it was him.
"Over there" I said and we walked towards the parking lot. He hadn't driven but rode with his friends. He had told them he was leaving. He still could decline going further making me feel like I had to say something witty or alluring. Instead I just said "Prius" announcing the unimpressionable car I drove.
Somehow we got to my condo without hesitation on either part exchanging comments about the weather, lack of loud music and each other. My hand rested on his thigh, offered by his spread legs in the passenger seat.
The kiss we exchanged was electric. His hand was on my body moving under my polo shirt and feeling flesh.
Mine were under his tank top sliding up his back and pulling the cloth with it.
We were bare then letting our chests feel each other while our hands explored. The passion continued taking us thru the living room into my bedroom.
I was panting loudly as I offered him a drink. His head shook his decline while his lips moved across my chest demonstrating his attraction for my chest hair, and erect nipples.
We were naked; I didn't remember stripping myself or him. Our hands explored, stroked, grasped and my fingers dug into his muscles making him sigh and pant each time. I liked hearing his reaction and found places few usually did.
The muscles on either side of his testicles, those in the bottoms of his feet, those in his thighs just under his buttocks?I knew them all. I loved it when a good masseuse found them on me.
He loved them. I didn't know how fast or slow to go. I enjoyed the touching, kissing and licking more than the feeling of a cock in my mouth or my cock in an anal passage. I hoped he did too, so I took time to explore, really explore him knowing he "liked to be touched"
He was totally smooth. I couldn't tell if he had shaven his crotch, butt or elsewhere. Perhaps he had a friend who helped him shave or a trick who had done it to him by force or willingly.
My tongue lapped at every centimeter of skin he had. He moved, rolled over, and moved back, lifted arms and legs to give me access. I took it all, I touched everywhere, and I tasted everything.
His face, neck, head and face reveled in my massaging fingers and kissing lips.
He didn't just lay there but returned each touch, kiss and massage. He was a slim, smooth as I've stated already and trim younger man.
I on the other hand was an older man, average build, in ok shape though hardly muscular without gym encouraged mounds of muscles. My chest was average with erect nipples. Nothing was pierced. Nowhere was a tattoo.
He either didn't care or had Daddy desires or perhaps was just a wild horny young man. It didn't matter to me though his assertive if not anxious lovemaking surprised me.
We sucked each other taking turns and 60ing as well. I didn't stop there but moved my mouth and tongue over his small testicular globes, lifting them to swirl over his taint that too very smooth.
My roommate wasn't home thank goodness less he heard the young man's groaning, sighing, pleas to god now and then, and eventually his revealing that I should fuck him.
I did. And to my surprise not once as usual ending with me panting and exhausted. I dipped into him as he lay face down, I reentered him as we spooned, I rubbed his thighs as he sat above me, he moved, I fucked, we changed position I fucked more.
I pushed his legs back with my chest and shoulders as I fucked his upturned butt.
He wasn't a virgin. He seemed to either be very experienced or having watched the internet decided he wanted to try everything we were doing in every way. Perhaps it was a mixture of both.
My body churned and spit out its manufactured sperm into the plastic sleeve I wore more than once. The first time was a jolt that usually disabled me from continuing but his butt squeezed and moved and I tried to offer a second experience.
He was patient and I wanted to keep his verbal assuring comments coming. There was another orgasm and I felt my penis opening spit out though not as much as the first time.
I lay on the bed and he kissed me. When I moved my hand to touch him he pushed it away. I assumed our time was done.
But instead his lips and tongue moved over me like a hungry wolf. Though he had done much of this before, it was like his fingers and lips had never been there before as he memorized my body.
I closed my eyes to concentrate on his exploration. I let him move my arms to bury in the armpit hair. I felt my balls be lifted and bathed in saliva and then my own taint explored. He lifted each leg to lick down the length to my buttock.
When he pushed I rolled over and gloried that this young, hot and lean looking man wanted to explore me, all of me from the neck down and then the entire real estate of the back of my neck, shoulders, back, buttocks, legs and then he parted my buttocks.
It was warm. It was moist. It seemed longer then my own mouth remembered as it slithered around and into my willing anus. I wished it would travel deeper imagining a snake like length wriggling its way far deeper than any finger or penis had been.
He lay on top of me. I felt his skin against mine.
When we awoke I tried to remember when I turned over. How we intertwined our naked bodies for the duration and what touches, kisses or more we might have done during the night.
He moved to the bed and bent over to kiss me. "Shower, ok?" he asked not letting go of my hand.
Standing like a never touched statue as the warm water covered us I knew what he wanted and needed. My soapy hands moved over him learning each convolution, hearing each comment, exploring once again as if I had never touched him the night before.
We weren't encouraged by alcohol, first meeting, unexplored lust or inquisitiveness now. We had both done and been there before. But it was not the first time, it was the next time.
I washed his hair offering a bit of an old South Pacific song but changing the lyrics "I'm gonna wash that mans' hair into my life" or some lame version. He laughed. I hoped his young ness was an old soul knowing the musical I butchered.
He turned and moved his hands across my chest then took the soap. To my delight he began to wash me as I had him. He wanted to. I wanted him to.
My cock rose at his attention making it even easier for him to wash its length, semi hairy testicles and legs. When he turned me around, it was magic again as his hands moved from my ankles to my buttocks. He spread them and washed me including just past my closed anus.
My back was next and my hair. Then he moved against me kissing my neck, his arms on my shoulders.
I felt him moving inside me and his passion pressed me against the tiled wall as he fucked me slow. His grunts in my ear, his fingers reaching under my arms to find my nipples and his cock inside me.
I hadn't been assaulted like that since I was a young man about his age feeling a fellow soldier introducing me to man on man sex the first time.
I knew when he was orgasming erupting inside me as each thrust was more of a jamming motion up into me deeper perhaps then the more gentle plunges he had made earlier.
We held each other's wet bodies close as we kissed. I didn't want it to end and hoped he didn't either.
We talked as we toweled each other dry. He took my towel away from me when I began to dry myself intent on doing all the work I had done to him.
He turned and let his urine flow into the toilet, not displaying modesty. I moved close and let my body ignore the usual pee pee shyness hoping it would bond us together more closely than even our sex had done.
To my surprise my body responded and I felt his finger and thumb lightly stroking my bare buttock which encouraged my bladder to empty. I remembered it was something my mother had done when I was very young for the same purpose.
We finished. I wasn't sure if he realized the importance of that sharing as much as I had.
"Come on I'll make you an omelet" He said taking my hand.
We remained naked as the breakfast we made together became a meal. The cell phone screen said my roommate's name.
I answered assuming my weekend surprise was about to end. He told me otherwise.
"That was my roommate. He went to San Francisco for the week" I tried not to sound too excited.
"You can stay if you want" I added. "But I warn you it'll take me a little time to recharge especially after ?"
He swallowed the chewed food. "As long as we don't go out, I don't have anything but the top and shorts" he said.
"We can stay in, I have movies and?." I touched his nipple gently pinching it. The expression his face aligned with his stated passion for being touched.
"You have any of the uh old Star Wars films?" he asked. His face was so smooth, a red blush in each cheek. I wondered how long he'd keep that appearance. I wondered how long I'd be able to see it. I wondered if he'd be with me in the future to see how much his sweet face had matured.
"Yes I have all of them. We could do one hell of a marathon" I said
He smiled. And to my amazement I actually saw his penis harden and curve upwards.
"I got fucked watching the first one" he said somewhat sheepishly but his eyes were asking me the unstated question.
"My saber is available, young Luke" I said in a badly imitated Darth Vader voice.
He laughed.
Monday morning came too quickly. We had watched or tried to watch at least three of the films but each time we interrupted the flow with our needs to kiss, finger, and massage and fuck each other.
The longer we were together the more he seemed to want to do to me all the things he wanted me to do to him?and I felt the same.
He stood from the bed again as he had that first day. Still naked he moved thru the bathroom door leaving it open as his urine arched into the toilet splashing loudly.
I watched the bathroom light displaying his body in a fictional vision yet sexily outlined figure.
"I could call in sick" I offered as he turned back towards me. Then he ran at me leaving the floor as if a superhero flying through the air or a hungry wolf about to attack.
I liked that too.