My Older Lover (Part Two)
I awoke the next morning, having spent my first night with my new lover, to find him gone. Soon, however, he walked in to the bedroom, two cups of hot coffee in his hands, and sat down on the edge of the bed, handing me one. "Good morning," he said, "How are you feeling?" I said I was fine, had slept well all through the night, but that it seemed strange to wake in another man's bed. He smiled, said that was natural, and that he hoped I might get used to waking in his bed.
I admit that his statement got me a bit hard, and it showed with a small rise in the sheet covering my lower half. He looked down that way, and back at me and smiled. Putting his coffee on the nightstand, he stood, let his robe fall to the floor, and stood beside me. I looked at his body, with growing lust. He was a slender man, with narrow hips, a mostly flat, smooth stomach, and nice, muscular legs. He had a nicely shaped chest, breasts sagging just slightly, as can be expected in an older man, and his arms were strong without being overly muscled. His cock, I think I mentioned in the first installment, was about 7 inches. In all, I found him beautiful and quite masculine.
After a moment, he took my cup and lay down beside me, pulling the covers over the both of us. His hand took my shoulder and pulled me closer, our faces almost touching, and he gently stroked my cheek with his fingers. I shivered a bit, from nervousness I guess. After all, I had just been seduced by an older man, my first male sexual experience, and here I was laying in bed with him once more, naked, anticipating (and wanting!) another such experience, and wondering where all this would lead.
He clearly understood my anxiety, and he said, looking me in the eyes, "You must be a little confused about what you are feeling, what you have done with me. That's only natural; but I want you to know that I care for you, and that we won't do anything you don't feel comfortable with." I felt a bit relieved with that, as I was confused, but also knew that I wanted more. I thanked him, and he pulled me closer and kissed me on the tip of my nose. I smiled, and his lips met mine, brushing them lightly at first, and then more fully. I was so turned on by this, by his gentleness, and the feel of his body. Kissing him back, I nuzzled myself closer to him, feeling his nakedness against my own, feeling him getting harder as he continued to hold me close.
"You have a wonderful bottom," he said, "so soft, and round, and your tightness was so nice. Did you enjoy me inside you?" Blushing, I nodded yes. In fact, having him moving back and forth last night was the most intense sexual feeling that I had ever had, and I reached to hold his cock. Gently stroking it, feeling its rigidity, its length, made me want to surrender to him again and again. "Would you like to do it again?" he asked. I think he knew the answer. "This time I'd like to be behind you, if that is okay with you, and without a condom," he said. "I want to feel you directly, nothing between me and you." I told him that I would do whatever he wanted of me, that I just wanted to feel his closeness.
At that, he asked me to get on my knees, bend over with my head in my pillow, and he knelt behind me, his hands holding my hips. I could feel his fingers enter me from behind, spreading lube on and in me. By that time, I was breathing hard, could hardly wait for him, and I moved my ass back towards him. "Slow down, lover," he chuckled, and then he pushed towards me, circling my hole with the tip of his cock. I felt the slight pressure as he pushed in, just the head. He held there for a moment. "All right?" he asked. I mumbled yes, and told him that he felt so good inside me. He could feel me relaxing, and slowly, gently pushed himself all the way in. The feeling of his entire cock in me, joining us as one, the pressure on my insides, was sharply painful, but it was an exquisite pain, one that I would gladly endure to have this man love me and make love to me.
Holding my hips more tightly now, he pulled back, not all the way, and then pushed back again. Once more, my body shivered with pleasure, and he continued to slide in and out of me, increasing his speed each time, and thrusting harder and harder. He was moaning, and called me his lover, telling me what a nice body I had, and that he loved having me as his own. It thrilled me to hear him tell me this, and to know that he wanted me. I decided then that I would give myself to him in any way and at any time he wanted. I just hoped he would continue to want me too.
I could feel his orgasm swelling. Finally it arrived, and his cock spasmed inside me over and over, filling me with his cum, as he groaned with pleasure. Not wanting him to pull away, I staying in position as I felt him come down from his high. He wrapped an arm around my waist, and pulled me upright, holding me against his body, his chest heaving, warm against my back, his cock still in me. I reached back with my right hand, held the back of his thigh, not wanting to ever let go. His cock soon subsided, and slipped out of me, and soon his cum came oozed out of my behind as well. He reached down, spreading the cum on my bottom, fingers slowly circling, and his index finger slowly pushed inside me. It felt wonderful!
"It's your turn now," he said, "I want to play with your gorgeous cock." Rolling me on my back, he kissed my neck, then licked my nipples, and kissed down my stomach. When he reached my cock, he tongued my tip, but then moved away, kissing and lightly biting my inner thighs. He tortured me that way for quite a while, every now and then licking my cock, but then, just as I was about to explode, he pinched it, and brought me down again. I begged him to let me cum, but he laughed, and said "I'm enjoying this too much!" Finally, with me writhing on the bed, my chest heaving, he took me fully in, running my cock head along he top of his mouth and squeezing me with the inside of his cheeks. I nearly passed out when he did this, and as he pulled off, I came hard, shooting cum all over myself. He smiled broadly, telling me that he loves to see his lover cum. And then licked my stomach, and crawled up to kiss me, feeding my own cum. I could not hold back my joy, knowing that I was his, and determining to make him happy in any way I could. I realized that I was in love with this older man!
We lay on the bed, I beside him, and drifted off to sleep again, his arms holding me close.
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