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"Nice place," I thought to myself as I emerged from the long, winding track through the woods and into the horseshoe drive of the log home on 501 Road. I didn't have any trouble finding it ... in fact, I'd driven past it several times in the last few weeks, trying to get up the nerve to drive in, then go up and knock on the door. But I always resisted the temptation because I invariably thought of how I'd feel if some man I'd met for sex were to knock on my door unexpectedly. Yikes!! Of course, it was a little different with Rusty, being gay and no wife. But just because he was gay, that didn't mean he was "out" and being a Highway Patrolman, I could see how he might want to keep his sexual orientation quiet. It may be the 21st Century and post-Obergefell v. Hodges, but still ... there were reasons to be be careful.
When we'd spoken on the phone a few hours ago, I didn't even try to say "No." Even after all the sex I'd been involved in already that day, even though I felt tired and sore and used and abused ... at the sound of Rusty's low voice, all that disappeared as if it had never happened. I wanted him and nothing else mattered. Whatever it took, my answer was "Yes. I'll be there at 6:30." I called my wife and explained that I'd be taking a client to dinner. It didn't happen often, but often enough that she accepted my excuse without question.
So, I had never knocked on his door until right now. My knuckles rapped on the rough-sawn wood of the beautifully carved door. The house was a two story model in the lodge/craftsman style and at a guess, at least four bedrooms, maybe six. The second floor was cantilevered over the ground floor and a native stone chimney towered over either end of the structure. I couldn't see much more in the fading twilight and as I raised my hand to knock again, the door opened. Rusty smiled and said, "Well, here you finally are." He stepped back and motioned me in with a left hand that held a glass ... one of those balloon-type snifters. A golden brown liquid swirled in the glass ... and I stepped in.
"What'll you have?" he called over his broad shoulder as he walked toward a bar at the far side of the room. I followed him across the P&G hardwood floor, smelling the hint of Aqua di Gio in his wake, my eyes glued to his backside. He was wearing copper-colored lounging pajamas that came close to matching his hair and they shone softly in the dim lighting which accentuated the movement of his muscles, particularly those in his round, manly ass. Gorgeous.
"Whatever you're having," I replied. I wasn't much for brandy, but there are times when the atmosphere dictates our choices. Here, in this dimly lit room with jazz softly playing in the background (Was that Etta James "At Last?") and the warm glow of firelight, it just seemed like brandy was the only choice. He pulled the twin of his glass from an overhead rack, lifted a crystal decanter and poured about three fingers in (I knew enough to know brandy wasn't usually served in that quantity) and handed it to me. I tilted the glass and let it warm over a small, decorative alcohol flame positioned for that purpose before lifting it to my nose. It smelled good ... not as good as Aqua di Gio and musky man-scent ... but good. Kind of like old wood with a hint of ... raisins? I took a swallow (I know it's meant to be slowly sipped, but I wanted to feel the relaxing effect I knew the alcohol would impart.), choked, coughed and said, "Smooth." in a strangled voice.
Rusty patted me soundly on the back and said, "Take it easy, babe. This ain't Schlitz Malt Liquor, you know!" We were both laughing as he set our glasses down and took me in his strong arms, looking intently into my eyes as if searching for something. Then he kissed me ... slowly ... softly ... almost ... lovingly? It was a kiss infused with depth and meaning and such strong emotion that it left me feeling ... confused. We were all about the sex and it was fantastic ... it was fun ... it was incredibly hot and I'd always assumed it was "no strings attached", as the Craigslist ads always said. But when Rusty kissed me like that, it seemed to suggest more somehow, as if he was moving us to another level ... or something. What the hell, I said I was confused, didn't I?
We picked up our drinks and with his arm around me, he led me towards the fireplace where two huge leather sofas sat across from each other with a pair of matching chairs and ottomans. A heavy coffee table that looked like it was made from quarter-sawn oak logs sat in the middle atop (wait for it) ... a humongous grizzly bear skin rug, complete with wide-eyes and a ferociously-fanged maw! He said, "I need to go get something. Why don't you get comfortable?" and he waved at some sky blue cloth on the end of one sofa as he left the room.
I took another gulp of brandy, the liquid fire burning down my throat, but I didn't cough this time as I walked to the sofa. Touching the blue fabric, I immediately realized it was silk and when I picked it up, it revealed itself to be a pair of lounging pajamas, different only in color from the ones Rusty had on. Well, why the hell not? Might as well "get comfortable" as the man said. So I stripped out of my business clothes, laying them on one of the leather chairs and put on the pj's. They felt amazing, like nothing I'd ever known and when the silk brushed against my cock, I felt tingling, as if an electric current coursed through it. The silk, the brandy, the firelight ... all I needed to make this a perfect evening ... was just walking into the room.
"Wow!" he said, as he dumped several things on the corner of the sofa and covered them with an afghan. "You look so hot in that color, Ronnie!" I said, "You like?" doing a slow 360 °. He said, "Mmhm, very much. I chose that color to bring out your eyes and with your blond hair ... you look like a model for Mature Living magazine." He ran his hands over my chest, taking time to lightly tweak each nipple. I was surprised to feel a surge in my desire as my cock jumped. I'd never even considered that my nipples were an erogenous zone and in all my life nobody had ever done anything to make me think otherwise. I don't know if this meant that only Rusty could turn me on this way or was I changing in that regard, too? For an old guy whose life had been normal and boring just a few short months ago, I was experiencing more changes than at any time since I was 13 when I'd hit puberty!
"Let's lay down," Rusty whispered, turning to pull the large sofa pillows onto the floor before sinking down onto the hairy rug. When I joined him, I realized that the back of the bearskin had been thickly padded and I wondered if he'd done that just for me? We lay together, our feet toward the fireplace, both of us with a pillow, raised up on our elbows, sipping our brandies. For a little while, neither one spoke as we just enjoyed the sound of jazz and the quietly crackling fire. The ambiénce, the alcohol and the long day all combined to have an almost soporific effect effect on me as I set my glass on the floor and fell back onto the pillow. I heard the sound of Rusty setting his glass beside mine and then he moved beside me, his strong arm across my chest. My eyes were closed as I felt his lips pressed to mine in a lingering, tender kiss.
"I'm so glad you were able to come. Is Mrs. Johnson out of town?" Funny, I was Ronnie, but my wife was still "Mrs. Johnson" to him, the same as when he was a kid visiting my sons in our home. "No, she's home," I replied. "She thinks I'm having a working dinner with a client." His red eyebrows raised as he mouthed a silent, smiling "Oh." I laughed and said, "I know, I lied. But I could hardly tell her, 'Hey honey, you remember that skinny red-headed kid the boys used to hang out with? Well, he's grown up into a handsome, sexy, well-hung man and he invited me over to his place for sex after work!' now could I?!?" It was his turn to laugh as he said, "No, I don't suppose you could." Was he blushing?
"You know, I really loved those times at your house. Hanging out with your sons, eating the good food, all the fun and laughter ... it wasn't like that at my house." I said, "I'm sorry, Rusty. Sorry your childhood was so hard." He smiled and shrugged, "Aw, it wasn't all that bad. Not like we were beaten or anything like that. Just not much fun and no love shown like in your family. And of course, the main reason I liked being at your house was seeing you." and he kissed me again. "Are you aware that you have some serious daddy issues?" I asked. He laughed and said, "Only with this Daddy!" and he pinched me on the ass ... right on the flesh already tenderized by several hard hands that afternoon. "Ouch!" I yelped, involuntarily. "Hey, I didn't pinch you that hard. What's wrong?" Without saying anything, I turned onto my side and pulled the silk pajama bottoms down. Even in the dim firelight, he could see a deep red mark on my ass cheek. "What happened?" he said in a concerned voice. "Is that a burn?" Now I was blushing furiously as I replied, "Kind of."
"Kind of?" he said, incredulously. "How do you 'kind of' burn your butt like that?" What was I supposed to tell him? That I had sex in the park today? That I was raped by a construction worker with a penchant for spanking? That a handsome black man had fucked me at his place and he also liked to slap my ass? It was the truth but it sounded unbelievable, even to my own ears ... what would Rusty think of me? After all, before today, he was the only man I'd had sex with in over thirty-five years. And we'd only "done it" twice ... and those events were three months apart. What would he think of me?
I got up off of the bearskin and went to sit in the chair nearest the fire. He came to stand beside me and as he rubbed my shoulder he asked, "What happened, Ronnie? You can tell me." I shook my head as I replied in a trembling voice, "You'll hate me ... hell, I hate myself." He went to sit on the stool facing me and said, "Ronnie, there is nothing you could ever do that'd make me hate you." and he said it with so much compassion and love that I got teary-eyed. He patted my leg and said, "It's okay, baby ... it's okay." as he stood up and taking my hand, he pulled me to my feet and into a tender embrace. He looked into my eyes and wiped the tears from my cheeks with his thumbs before kissing me. Then he led me back to the chair where he sat down, pulling me into his lap like a child. I struggled to get away, but he held me until I calmed down.
"Now, why doesn't Daddy tell me all about it?" he asked and though there was a fun twinkle in his eyes, I knew he meant it. So, with a trembling inhalation, I began my story. "I took my lunch to the park today and when I was done, I had to take a leak, so I went into the men's room. I sat down on the toilet and a man came in and he wanted me to suck his cock ... it was like he just assumed that's what I was there for ... and ... (I sighed) ... I did. I sucked a total stranger's cock!" and I hung my head.
Rusty said, "Wow. That's quite a story." (If he only knew!) "Tell me, which park was this?" I told him, "The one over by the old fairgrounds." and he began to laugh! He said, "Well, no wonder! That's a notorious pickle park. Sitting on the stool, of course you got mistaken for a cock sucker in that restroom!" I said, "A pickle park? What the hell's a pickle park?" He smiled and said, "Pickle is a euphemism for a penis so a pickle park is a park where men who like sex with other men go to ... have fun."
"But I've been to that park before and never noticed anything," I said with confusion in my voice. "Did you ever go in the restroom before today?" he asked. "No, I don't guess I ever did." He said, "Well, there ya go. If you didn't go in the john, you'd probably never know." But then I could see that something was bothering him and he said, "Ronnie, if you were sitting on the toilet sucking a guy's cock ... by the way, did you enjoy it?" I nodded and said, "Yeah, I did. He was a decent, clean businessman with about a six inch cock and I really did enjoy sucking him." He said, "Well, I'm glad for that. But like I said, you suckin' his cock doesn't account for that red mark on your cute little butt ... so what happened?"
Over the next few minutes, I told him ... everything. About the slender "bike boy" with the nice eight-incher who made me get on my knees to suck his cock. About the beefy construction worker who bent me over the stool and damn near raped me, spanking me hard every time I tried to resist. About my black lover, Tony, who also enjoyed the occasional slap on my ass while he was fucking me. I told him that I'd been called a bear, a slut and a pig and I didn't feel like any of those things, but I did feel like I was some kind of an old pervert.
"Well, you're not any of those things, unless you believe that who we are is defined by how we act, and you don't, do you?" I shook my head, "But I acted in ways I never would have believed I could act. What's wrong with me?" He took my chin in his hand and turned me to face him, but I was looking down in shame. "Look at me," he said, but I couldn't. "Ronnie, look at me," he repeated in a stern voice, and I looked up into those beautiful green eyes. "You've done nothing to be embarrassed for. Look at me," he said again as I turned my face away. "All you're doing is a little normal experimenting and there's absolutely wrong with that." I looked up at him and said unbelievingly, "Really?" He smiled and said, "Really. Ronnie, I'm no psychologist or sex therapist, but I'd say that our previous times together may have made you a bit curious. Or you may have had some latent same-sex desires that you've been denying." (He didn't know about Jerry.) "Whatever the reason, our earlier fun in the barn has cracked opened a new door for you. All you've been doing is pushing that door open a little wider so you can see what else is in there." He pulled me in for a comforting kiss and hugged me close to his chest. His chin rested on my head as he said, "And it sounds like Pandora's box really got opened today." I laughed and asked, "Do you always mix your metaphors?" He squeezed me tight and said, "Only for you, babe ... only for you."
"Soooo ... you don't hate me?" He pulled me up to his face, "Never! In fact, I'm happy you've had some new experiences. Maybe you learned some things you can do to me?" I shook my head, "I don't think so. That is, unless you like getting your ass spanked." We sat together for a few more moments until he said, "Can we lay back down on Fuzzy? The leg you're sitting on is going to sleep." Acting offended, I exclaimed "Are you saying I'm fat?!?" He unceremoniously pushed me off his lap and I fell on "Fuzzy". "Not at all. In fact, it may look round and sexy, but it seems that you have a boney butt!" And then he pounced on me like a big cat bringing down a gazelle.
"I want to fuck you so bad right now, but if you're sore, I don't want to hurt you any more." I grabbed his ear in my teeth for a quick nip and whispered right into it, "You are ultimately responsible for any soreness I'm feeling cuz if it wasn't for you I wouldn't have been doing any 'experimenting'. And now I've lied to my wife just so I can be here, so if you don't fuck me right now, I am going back to that park and have sex with the first man I see!!" He was laughing as he said, "Alright, alright ... if you're gonna be all whiney about it, I guess I will have to give in just to keep you happy!"
He got off of me and was crawling across the rug towards the coffee table, pushing it out of the way as he went, when I pounced on him, my weight driving him to the floor. I grabbed the waistband of his pj's, yanked them down fast, spread his cheeks wide open and shoved my entire face into his ass, pressing my tongue into his sweet-smelling pucker. "What're you ... oooh, stubble," he moaned. "That feels good." and he spread his legs wider, wiggling his ass on my face. I tried to make a spear of my tongue so I could get it further into him, without much luck, I'm afraid. But Rusty seemed to like it and said, "Oh yeah, baby. Get it in there all the way! That's it, that's it! Yeah, just like that!"
We stayed there for awhile with me enjoying the taste of him and from all the moaning and squirming he was doing, it appeared he was enjoying it just as much as I was. But then, without warning, he pulled away and got over to the end of the sofa where he began pulling things from under a big afghan. When he brought them over, I could see the vibrating dildo he had used on me in the barn, a bottle of lube, and a slender chain with little clamps on each end. What in the world? He stood up and said, "Let's get naked," shucking his PJs as he spoke. I got out of mine and, as he came to rejoin me on the rug, I flung them toward the sofa.
"Lay on your back," he said, softly. I complied and he laid on top of me, kissing me passionately. His tongue was in my mouth, probing deeply as if trying to touch my tonsils and I felt his hardness on my abdomen like a solid weight between us. Damn, he was so big! Then he began to slide down, kissing as he went until he reached the left side of my chest where he spent a lot of time kissing, sucking, and lightly using his teeth on my nipple. It felt amazing and what amazed me most was just how amazing it felt! As I said, I had no idea my nipples were sensitive to erotic stimulation and I'd never done any more than wash them in the shower. But now, it was like Rusty had awakened something in them! They were hard and erect and sensitized and (apparently) hot-wired to my cock cuz it was suddenly like a piece of pulsing granite against his abdomen, stabbing into his navel.
"You like that," he said, not as a question, but rather a statement of fact. "Oh, yes!" I gasped out. "Oh, Yes! It feels awesome! I never had any idea ..." He laughed and said, "Oh, Ronnie. There is so much for you to discover and I hope you'll let me be the one to introduce you to the joys of man-to-man sex." I replied in a dreamy voice as his mouth returned to my nipples, "Who else could it be?" His laugh was muffled by my tit in his mouth as he nipped it with his teeth. "Ouch!" I yelped. He looked up into my eyes and said, "oh, I don't know ... Maybe four men at the park ... in one day?" I must've blushed judging by the heat in my face. "That just ... happened," I said.
"Hey, babe," he said in a quieting tone. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. It's something we all go through when we first discover our man lovin' side. There is a lot of fun to be had out there. Or as Mae West said, 'So many men. So little time!' And she was right." I turned even redder and said, "But the one guy ... the construction worker? He called me a slut." Rusty laughed, "Well, like I said ... four men in one day. Actually, we should say "four men in a two-hour lunch break" and now with me, make that five men in one day. Unless you have another rendezvous scheduled for after you leave me?" I playfully smacked him on the head and said, "You're the only man I really want." Did I just say that? Hell, I sounded like a 13 year old girl with her first crush.
"Well, I'm damned fond of you too, Ronnie." and then he slid down between my legs, bypassing my deflating cock and went to work on my ass. Oooh, his tongue felt so good as it soothed the tender flesh of my pucker. "Mmm, that's nice," I whispered. "Are you sure? I don't want to traumatize your ass any more than has already been done today." I shook my head and said, "No, I'm okay. It's kinda like everything else that's happened today was just the warm-up for you. And I really do want you to fuck me." With that encouragement, he took the vibrator, lubed both it and my hole and, handing it to me said, "Amuse yourself." Then he got up and headed out of the room again, saying, "Be right back."
I watched his cute ass until it was out of sight. Then I switched on the vibrator and did as he suggested feeling my cock inflating again every time the dildo buzzed up against my prostate. Not long ago, my prostate was just something I was glad when my doctor said the blood tests showed no sign of cancer (which ran in my family). Now, it was a source of serious pleasure and I knew I needed to buy me one of these little jobbies ASAP.
Rusty soon returned and said, "Enjoying ourselves, are we?" All I could do was moan but when I heard a tearing sound, I looked up to see him on his knees with a condom in hand, trying to squeeze his over-sized erection into it. I said, "You don't need that." and he replied, "Yeah, I kinda do. See, you let two guys unload in your ass today. And if either of them was carrying an STD, you're now infected." The dildo squirted out of my hole as I sat up feeling a cold chill wash over me. "Do you really think so?" He smiled and said, "No I honestly don't. But if there's even a slight chance, I don't want whatever little 'parting gift' they may have given you getting into me. So the condom's a necessity this time, anyway." I felt awful and scared and ashamed, all at the same time. "Don't feel bad, babe. It's just one of the risks we take and tomorrow you're going to get tested and then, no more raincoats for my leetle friend." I laughed and said, "There is nothing 'leetle' about your friend!!"
Now that I felt a little better, I took the lube bottle and squirted a healthy blob into my hand, then rubbed it all over Rusty's ten inch "friend". He watched and said, "You're getting into this, aren't you?" I just smiled and said, "Ready when you are, handsome." And he really was a handsome man. Tall with broad shoulders, big muscular pecs crowned with cherry-colored nipples (all redheads seem to have red nips), a trim waist with a noticeable six-pack and just a light dusting of red gold hair. As if all that wasn't enough, standing like a Marine drill sergeant at attention was his beautiful ten inch cock, glistening with lube and shining in the firelight. He smiled and his green eyes twinkled from under red brows as he said, "Well I am ready now!" With that, he leaned into me and I felt the push of his cock head at my hole. I thought, "We forgot the poppers!" but before I could stop him, his cock began a long, slow painless slide into my rectum.
"Wow!" I said. "Yeah, I know. I was about to say the same thing." Rusty said with a chuckle. "No, I meant 'Wow' cuz you forgot the poppers and it didn't hurt." Now he really laughed and said, "Well, why would it? You've had two cocks and one dildo in there ahead of me. In fact, I'd be surprised if it did hurt!" I guess he was right. Being an ol' slut had loosened me up and before long you'd be able to park a Mack truck in my sloppy old ass. By now, Rusty was balls deep inside of me and I was savoring the feeling of incredible fullness ... like a part of me had been missing ... like there had been a cock-sized space inside that only ten inches of redheaded cop cock could fill. "I believe you said you were ready?" he said with a smile. I nodded and said, "I've never been readier."
He pulled all the way out and my sphincter quivered at the sudden empty sensation. But only for a second as he pressed slowly back into me, both of us savoring the advance of every inch. His balls lay gently against my ass briefly before he pulled back out, again all the way. "I wish you could see this," he said. "The way your hole is so open when I pull out and then it closes up tight again until my cock head pushes through and your flesh clings to my shaft as I'm sliding in." I said, "Well, I can't see it, but I sure can feel it and it's amazing!" The next time he pulled out, he said "Wait a sec." He moved to the bar, his big, hard cock bouncing obscenely in front of him, and he came back with his cell phone. He knelt between my legs and positioned his cock, but before he pushed there was a flash. Then he pushed into me and another flash. I realized he was taking pictures of his cock going into my ass and he said, "First a few still shots and then I'll video a bit." The flash went off six or eight more times before he began that "all the way in, all the way out" stroking, but with his phone cam aimed at my butt.
After a few moments, he laid the phone down and went back to serious fuckin' of my tender ol' ass. My legs were raised so it just seemed natural to wrap them around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back. I liked this position and I liked it even more when he leaned down to kiss me without missing a beat in his rhythmic stroking in and out of my hole. It seemed like we were the perfect lovers (Wait! ... What?) and I'd never felt so complete before in my life. If not for the difference in our ages, we'd make a great couple.
As these strange thoughts were floating through my mind and wonderful sensations pulsed through my body, Rusty raised up, holding my ankles out to the sides of his body and said, "I'm not gonna last much longer, babe. I've been thinking about you all day ... and how great your ass would feel ... and now that you're here ... and now that I'm in you ... Oh, fuck, Daddy!! Here it comes!!" As soon as he said it, he shoved into me, so hard that it hurt ... as if there was some kinda wall inside of me that the head of his cock was slamming into like a medieval battering ram on the castle gate. I cried out in pain as he collapsed on top of me, his pounding hips now on cruise control, shoving his cock into me deeply, banging that wall with every thrust of his muscular body. His mouth covered mine, muffling the sound of my painful pleasure and his tongue found it's way into my mouth again. I couldn't feel the cum because of the condom, but I felt the throbbing of his cock as each jet of his seed pumped into the latex.
As his thrusting slowed and his cock no longer went quite so deep, he stopped tongue-fucking my mouth and said, "Would you believe you are the first man who has ever taken my cock all the way like this and didn't beg me to stop?" I hugged him tight, glad to have made him happy and said, "What I can't believe that I was just able to take you all the way ... without poppers!" and at that we both began to laugh and we got a little silly, tickling, chewing ears, pinching tits and just having fun, all while his cock was still inside of me (Would he never lose his erection?). I unlocked my legs from around him and lowered them to the bearskin rug. Damn, would I be sore tomorrow!!
Then he said, "Now, it's your turn." and I had no idea what he was talking about. "My turn for what?" I asked, puzzled. "Well, you told me that I was the first man who ever fucked you." and that was true, cuz bananas and various other members of the fruit and vegetable kingdom didn't really count. "Yeah ... so?" I asked, still clueless. "I want you to be the first man to fuck me." I was shocked ... not that he wanted me to fuck him, but that he had never been fucked before and I said so.
"Wait. Rusty, you're 30 and you've been having sex with men since you were, what ... 19? 20?" He laughed and said, "Well, depends on your definition of 'men'. I've been having sex with guys since I was about eight or nine." Surprised again, I said, "Really? I wasn't even aware of sex till I was about twelve." And that was true. I was a bit of a late bloomer. He went on, "I messed around with boys I knew, a couple of my cousins, my little brother ..." I stopped him, "Wait! You had sex with your brother?!" He laughed and said, "Take a breath, babe, before you stroke out! All we did was jack off together, back before either of us could cum. No oral or anal." He pulled his semi out of my ass and rolled off of me onto his side, one leg and one arm still thrown across my body.
"So, you've been doing it with other guys for over twenty years ... and you have never been fucked?" He shook his head, "Nope. Once guys saw how big I was, they all wanted me to fuck them. And even though none of them were as good as you, they still had to try. So I became pretty much a total top. Truth is, I never really wanted any of them to fuck me. But I've fantasized about doing it with you for a long time."
I still had trouble processing that a guy my sons' age found me to be so attractive, but I wasn't gonna deny him what he wanted. He went on, "I remember one night at Scout Camp, sharing a tent with your son ... I think it was Jonny ..." I cut him off, "If you had sex with any of my sons, I don't think I'm ready to hear about it." He shrugged, "Not sex, exactly. He'd snuck in a copy of a Playboy and we'd been stroking ourselves in our sleeping bags, commenting on how hot the women were. Then your son turned out the lamp and I could hear him on his side of the tent jacking off in the dark and I decided to do the same. I'm sure his fantasy was fueled by all the tits and twats he'd been drooling over, but my mind was thinking about seeing you at the pool that afternoon and those white trunks of yours, dripping wet and clinging to your cock. So when I shot my load, it was with thoughts of you shooting your load into my ass."
"Wow," was all I could say. "And now," he said, as he reverse-rolled the rubber (what I'd grown up calling them) off his cock, "We are going to turn that fantasy into a reality, cuz you are going to fuck my virgin ass! Just wish we didn't hafta use a condom, but hopefully, this will be the only time." Then he got up and knelt between my legs. Before I knew it, he took my half-hard cock in his mouth and began to give me an incredible blow job. "Why no condom for this?" I inquired. "Well, you're not gonna cum in my mouth and anyway, I have honestly never heard a credible account of HIV spread by oral sex." he replied. In moments, I was rock hard and he pulled off of me (damn it!), reaching for the supplies. He opened a condom and rolled it onto my cock, making me think I'd fill it right then and there, it felt that good! Then he took the lube bottle, squirted some in his hand and pumped it up and down on my cock a couple of times before working the rest into his ass.
"I'm gonna try a position guys have used on me, cuz they say it gives them control over how deep my cock goes. And since you're my first and you might get excited and rip me wide open with your thick seven inch long dong, I think it's best if I control things this first time." Hey, he didn't have to explain to me cuz I loved it when he was in control! He got astraddle of my hips, kneeling over me. He put his left hand on the rug beside my head as I felt his right hand holding my cock. He simultaneously lowered his mouth to my mouth and his ass onto my cock. As I began sliding into him, he put both hands beside my head and moaned into my mouth. I gave an quick, involuntary push up into him and he pulled back,letting my cock slide out to slap against my abdomen. "No, no, no," he said with a wicked grin. "I'm the one who is in control, remember? You let me decide how much and how fast, okay?" I nodded and said, "Sorry. Guess my cock has a mind of its own."
This time he remained upright as he guided me into him. Every fiber of my being wanted to push and shove my cock totally into his ass, but I forced my own leetle friend to behave itself. Rusty was moaning as I saw a panoply of emotions chasing each other across his face ... pain, ecstasy, pain again, pleasure, less pain, and something like complete satisfaction or maybe ... bliss? I didn't know ... I'd never seen bliss before. As for me, I felt incredible heat, as if the inside of his ass was on fire. And tightness as his rectum hugged me in a grip tighter than my faithful right hand had ever done.
I grabbed a pillow for under my head so I could get a better view. His ten inch cock was swollen and bouncing up and down with his movement. His XL ball sack rested in my pubic hair. He began riding on my cock, his big, strong thighs flexing, lifting his weight up and then easing him back down. Up and down, up and down, slowly at first, then building speed. "This feels ... I don't have the words," he said. "Nothing I've ever done ... it's like I'm ... the feeling is just so ..." He seemed incapable of completing a thought but I was just glad he was enjoying it so much. I said, "Let's see if we can kick it up a notch," as I took his massive cock in both of my large hands. When I held my fists on top of each other, tight against the base of his cock, there was literally enough of him sticking out for a third fist! I began pumping my hands up the length of his cock and then down again.
"Ohhhh, Ronnie!" he exclaimed. "You keep that up and I'm not gonna last long at all." I said, "Same to you, baby!" and I could feel my balls boiling, ready to blast my cumload into his hot, clutching ass. I saw his balls move like living creatures, pulling up tight against his cock and then splitting like an atom, one going to either side. Wish I'd had a video of that! I'd never seen anything like it and the sight pushed me over the edge. "I'm cummin', Rusty! Aw, Fuck! I ... am ... cumming!" and I felt my jizz surging up my shaft, filling the condom in his sweet ass. I knew next time, he'd be able to feel me squirting inside of him.
"Ronnie, I'm gonna ..." and he didn't get to finish that thought either before my hands were milking stream after stream of white-hot cum out of his exploding cock. First shot: hair. Second shot: cheek. Then my aim got better and shots four through eight went right into my open mouth. It tasted so good ... better than the other three loads I'd swallowed earlier today, I thought guiltily. They varied from bitter to meaty to clorox-like (?). Rusty's was actually somehow a blend of salty and sweet. I could have drank it by the cupful.
He leaned forward and I slipped out of his ass. Hey, I'm almost twice his age and my cock is about ... well, my seven may be impressive, but it's not the equal of ten plus, is it? He bent his head to lick his own cum off of my cheek and then he kissed me. I still had a lot of his load in my mouth (kink again?) so his tongue swirled around in it as we kissed. I'd heard kissing referred to as "swapping spit" so would this be considered "swapping cum"? Whatever it was called, I liked it ... a lot. Probably more than I should have, but what the hell. I guess I really was just an old slut ... and the thought didn't bother me any more.
We rolled to our sides, facing each other. "You are so beautiful," I said and it was true. In the glow of the dying firelight, his green eyes sparkled and his red hair gleamed like a halo. "Aw, shucks," he said, his cheeks rosey with a post-coital blush. "I'll bet you say that to all the guys." I tried to remember if I had said that to anyone else today before replying, "Yep, I say it to every tall, sexy red-headed, well-built and incredibly well-hung highway patrolman I have sex with!" He laughed and said, "And how many of those have you had sex with?" I kissed him and replied, looking into those amazing eyes, "Even if there were a dozen who met that criteria, you're the only one I want."
He frowned slightly, got up quickly and said, "C'mon, let's grab a shower!" and I followed his cute ass up the stairs (What a view!) to a huge master bedroom where he'd disappeared through an open door. As I heard water running, I took a minute to look around. The room screamed masculinity with log walls, a king-sized four-poster bed made of dark oak that gleamed in the firelight (Yes, he had a fireplace in his bedroom!). A gun rack on the wall above the mantel held three rifles of various calibers. Before I could see more, he hollered, "Hey! Where'd ya go?" I trotted into the bathroom where he motioned me into one of those showers big enough to dance in. He followed close behind, turned a handle, and hot water began spraying from nozzles up and down all the walls. Wild! We "helped" each other wash off, enjoying every minute of the experience and when we were done, he turned the handle again and a huge shower head above us began to rain a torrent, rinsing away every bit of shampoo & lather as we kissed in the downpour.
As we got out, he handed me a big, fluffy towel and I said, "Three showers in one day. Feel like I've got a 'Pilate Complex', trying to wash away my sins." Rusty looked startled as he peeked out under the towel while drying his hair. "Is that how you really think of this? As sin?" I thought before I spoke and said, "To be honest with you, I don't know how I feel. I know I don't really think of it as sin. Our church says the whole gay thing is OK, so I'm not really worried about that aspect of it. But I'm older than you ... from a different generation. I was brought up being taught that men didn't do ... this." and I waved my hand in an all-encompassing gesture. "So part of me keeps saying that it's wrong. I don't think of myself as a queer or a faggot and nobody ever called me a sissy. Still, those men today ... slut, pig ... I guess it just bothered me a little, that's all."
Rusty pulled me close and in our naked embrace he said, "You might want to stay out of that park for now ... at least until you've come to grips with what you're feeling. And if what you and I are doing ever bothers you, we can stop."
"But, Rusty ... the problem is, I want to be with you! Those other guys? I don't care if I never see them again ... except maybe 'bike boy', he was a sweetie, kinda shy and ... Hey!" Rusty playfully punched me in the gut and said, "Say you don't care if you never see 'biker boy' again. Say it!" and he aimed his fist at my belly again. "Okay, Okay," I laughed. "I don't care if I never see 'biker boy' again, too!" He kissed me and I went on, "But it's like what you said makes sense ... about the door to a room inside of me that I never even knew was there ... a hidden chamber and I'm just finding out what's inside. I want to discover ... everything. And I want you to help me make those discoveries, Rusty. I love you."
His brow furrowed a little as he replied, "And I want to be there for you, babe. Really, I do. But sex for me has always been just a lot of fun and you ... well, you're having these deep thoughts and talking about the two of us and love and ... Well, I'm just looking for sex ... the thrill of the chase, the conquest, a new guy every day, a new ass to fuck ... no commitments. I'll try to be there for you, but you're married and I ... don't wanta be."
Well, there it was. I headed downstairs with the towel around my waist to where my clothes were, hearing him walking behind me. I was beginning to have deeper feelings for him, but apparently Rusty only wanted me for a good time ... for an ass to stick his ten inch cock in from time to time. It hurt, but I determined not to let him see how much. "Oh, sure! Me, too," I threw over my shoulder. "I wasn't suggesting that we go pick out our china pattern or anything." We were back in the living room and I stole a glance at his face. Did he look relieved? "It's just, I've enjoyed our fun times and I know you could teach me a lot more." Grasping for some other innocuous comment, my eye caught the glimmer of metal in the firelight. "Like, for example ... what the hell is this thing?"
He laughed and took the chain and clamps from my hand. "That will have to wait for our next lesson!" I was just glad to know that there would be a "next lesson" as I got dressed in my business clothes. He looked at me and said, "Damn! I honestly don't know when you look more sexy ... on your back with your legs in the air and my cock in your ass or in that great looking suit and tie." I laughed along with him and said, "Yeah, I know what you mean cuz I get a hard on just thinking about you in your uniform, but you naked? That has recently become my favorite fantasy."
We walked toward the door and he pulled me in for a goodbye kiss. He was still naked, never having bothered with a towel. As he held the back of my head, my hands grabbed his ass and pulled his crotch in tight against my own. Even through my clothes I felt him beginning to harden as our tongues clashed. "Feels like somebody is ready for another round!" I murmured into his mouth. "Oh, I'm always ready," he said as he pulled away. "But I've got an early prisoner transport tomorrow, so we'd better not." Why did I feel suddenly rejected? Stupid. "Yeah, I've got an early appointment, too," I lied.
He opened the door and gave me a quick peck. "Just remember, Ronnie, go get tested tomorrow. The clinic is over on Allen Street, just a block past McD's. Oh ... and if you do have any more park fun ... be careful and play safe. Go buy some condoms and lube to keep in your car. Think with your big head. If a guy or a situation doesn't seem right, then walk away. There are plainclothes cops in the parks looking to bust guys like us and I don't want that to ever happen to you." I smiled, "Thanks, babe. I promise to be careful." I walked to my car and turned to wave. His tall slender body was silhouetted by the dying embers of the fire. God, even in shadow, he was gorgeous and I knew that, even if all we ever had was some occasional fun times like tonight, I would be glad for every minute I spent with him.
I got in my car and headed down his long driveway, planning to just go on home. But as I checked my watch, I realized it wasn't as late as I expected and my next thought surprised me ... that the park was just a short detour on my way home. In fact, the turn off was just over the next hill. Would anyone be there at this time of night, I wondered? As if it had a mind of its own, my car made the next left ...