Physiotherapist

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I am financially secure. At last! Oh no, I didn't get a raise at my job and no one died in the family. I was just lucky and won the lottery. Not one of those HUGE amounts of money, but enough to be able to say: I am financially secure. Ok, ok ... I don't want to be part of statistics that say that 95% of lottery winners are completely ruined within a three years period. No, I want to be part of those 5%.

Thanks to a friend of mine, who is a financial advisor, big part of the money has been invested wisely and safely. Those investments will guarantee me an income till the day I die and even leave a nice sum of money on my account that day. The day the money was on my account I paid off the debts that I had, like the mortgage on my condo and so on. The very same day I went for a brand new car that made me salivating each time I saw one on the road. No, I didn't go for cars like Ferrari or Aston Martin. My desires were more humble although it was still an expensive car: BMW 428i Convertible. Yes, you can call me materialistic if you want, but as I now have the money to fulfill some desires, I don't know why I shouldn't do it. As soon as I drove out of the dealership I went straight to a real estate agency looking for a nice piece of land, as I wanted to build my "dream" house. No again, not a mansion or a castle, just a kind of villa with no stairs (I hate stairs), which would be ample enough to give me my space and the features I craved for so many years such as a chimney, a huge flat screen TV, a semi professional kitchen with all possible appliances and a bathroom you find only in 5 stars hotels.

I also keep quite some money in my pocket for unforeseen extravaganzas. With the new money in my account, the bank has provided me with a gold Visa card that had almost no limit on it.

The only thing I cannot buy is love. Yes, I can pay as much escorts as I want and even have sex as much as I want, but that is not what I was looking for. Ok, yes, I paid a few ones and shot my load in several occasions, but it left me with a bitter taste in my mouth afterwards (no pun intended). I am not a model of beauty. I am over my fifties now, having an average body with a bit of a belly, which you don't even notice when I am fully clothed, and a receding hairline. I am not bald yet, but you can call it "balding". My eyes are hazel color and some of my former boyfriends, who were very kind, saw green sparkles in them. As much as I look in the mirror, I never see them. I have a white goatee and I am hairless for the rest, except in the usual places. I shave my shaft and my balls, as well as my armpits. And yes, even at my age I still have nice erections, which produce a 7-inch cock. I have to admit that recently I started to have some problems to keep it hard too long. I tried the little blue pill and it gave me satisfaction, although the side effects were bothering me a little, so I stopped taking them.

I found my piece of land! It is just the right size as to be able to have a lot of privacy and it has breath- taking views. From the street you can only see trees and bushes. You can't see the house, as a paved path has several curves and the plants hide it. The property is completely surrounded by a high wall except on the southern part so the views are not obstructed. You see, the piece of land is on a hillside and from the street you go down towards the house. The swimming pool is of the "infinity"-type and when you are in the water, the views are even more breathtaking. I am more than happy with the professional work of the architect, who understood perfectly what I wanted, and the constructor who did a marvelous job to convert the plans of the architect into a real house.

I did the decorations although I hired painters and carpenters to execute what I wanted. The electrician has provided the necessary amount of plugs and switches so that I can have the perfect lightning in all rooms. A lady-friend of mine insisted on making all the curtains and soon the house became a home. I am really happy with my home, but ... it feels lonely. Of course, I invite people over, as I just love to cook and serve nice meals to them. We always have nice times and enjoy ourselves, but most of my friends are married or in a relationship. I miss that. It is probably my fault. You see, I am not a person to make the first move on someone I find attractive. I guess I am just shy or I fear the rejection. I guess it is just stupid because the other person is maybe even shyer than me and that is why we never get further than wishful situations.

My lady-friend, Jane (who made the curtains), comes often over in the afternoons to have a swim and soak up some sun. I am never bored with her as we always have millions of things to talk about. We often talk about how unfortunate we are in the love department and we were even joking that we would end up together. It won't happen, as she perfectly knows I am gay. Sometimes friendships are more important, she always says and we are happy that we have each other. We often go to the movies, theatre or concerts together and always have a great time, as our tastes are very similar. Going out with her reduces my possibilities to find someone as most people see us as husband and wife. Of course, the same thing happens to her.

So here I am, writing down what happens in my life. I am happy, don't misunderstand me. I feel very happy for my financial freedom and to be able to do as I wish. Every morning I stand up with a smile on my face as I can see the marvelous view from the French doors that lead to the terrace where most of the time I have my meals. I enjoy eating out-doors.

Today I wait for the visit of a new physiotherapist. His name is Joel and is recommended by Jane. If Jane says he is good, you can be assured he is probably the best. He comes to give me a full body massage. My body is ok, but from time to time you have to treat yourself to something pleasurable. As I hear the outside buzzer, I look at the screen and push the remote control to open the main gate and tell him he can drive in. I open the front door and wait for him to arrive. As he gets out of his car I look him over and I am surprised to see a rather short guy (at least a few inches shorter than me). His head is shaven and looks really masculine. When reaches the door he shakes my hand and I immediately understand why he became a masseur. His handgrip is firm without too much strength in it. His eyes are blue and he looks you in the eyes when he speaks to you. He has a permanent smile on his face and that makes it all even more enjoyable to look at him. He comes in and has one of those foldable tables in his hand. He asks where I want to have the massage and I tell him it would be nice if it is on the terrace. He agrees and sets up the table and his bottles of oil on the nearby table. He even has the necessary towels. He tells me to undress and lay down on the massage table and call him as soon as I am ready. Meanwhile he sits in lotus position on the verge of the terrace and concentrates on his forthcoming job.

I don't have that many clothes on as I was expecting him. Even though I lay down on the table, I don't call him immediately. I watch him closely and let him do whatever he is doing, being it meditating or calling on the energy of the Universe. After a few minutes I call out to him and he rises to his feet. He takes off his T-shirt and his Nike's and socks. He just leaves on some nice fitting shorts. He claps his hands together and rubs them fast and hard together. He then takes some oil and rubs it in his hands. At the very first touch I feel the warmth of his hands on my skin, but it is more than warmth! It feels like he is rubbing energy into my body. It feels incredible. I know I am going to enjoy this massage to the highest point. He starts at my shoulders and upper arms and his hands glide over my skin with a very enjoyable and feathery touch. It is almost as if his hands float over my body, but the energy I feel is really strong. Slowly his hands roam over my back and I relax completely. This is so new to me because in the past I could never afford to have a personal masseur. I just regret I didn't start this massage thing earlier. Joel goes on and on, touching more skin than anyone had in my life. I don't know what kind of oil he is using, but the fragrance mixes so well with the one coming from the flowers in the garden. It is a hot day, but a cool little breeze freshens the atmosphere. Joel reaches my buttocks and I feel goose bumps covering them. He kneads them and they are soon like jelly in his hands. He spreads my buttocks and as the fresh air hits my rosebud I feel the beginning of my arousal. If he goes on like that, I will soon sport a serious hard-on. But he is a professional. He knows what he is doing and I guess he has provoked more than one hard-on in his life.

His hands glide towards my inner thighs. I involuntarily spread my legs to give him better access. He then gives special attention to each leg, one by one, going from my buttocks to my feet and back up. Each time he comes up, he brushes lightly over my scrotum. If I wasn't fully hard yet, I am now. I feel my penis grow to enormous proportions under me. As if he suspects what is happening, he goes back down to my feet to give them the necessary attention. He massages each and every toe and as his hands are so soft, it almost as if he was massaging them with his tongue. I had my toes licked on in the past, but this is so much more erotic when he glides a finger between my toes. I feel my heartbeat going a little faster and have to concentrate on the fact that this is a professional massage and not a sex game.

I feel him pouring more oil on my back and my legs and then he starts massaging with his forearms instead of his hands. This time he is exerting more pressure and strength. He comes over and stands at my head so he can go from my shoulders almost to my buttocks. I can feel his crotch pushing on my head and I marvel in his scent. It is a mix of I-don't-know-what body lotion with his natural fragrance of sweat and yes ... his own masculine odor. That mix makes my head spin and I love it. I think I will never be able to forget that combined fragrance and that I will be able to recognize with closed eyes in the dark! As he goes down on my back I feel his crotch pushing on my head at each stroke and I have the feeling that I am not the only one with a hard-on. I am not sure, but I have a strong suspicion.

When he is finished, he asks me to turn around. I hesitate for a moment and he says that there is nothing to be ashamed of. I guess he is right and turn around, laying down on my back. As I open my eyes I can see he has a smile on his face and as my gaze goes lower I can see his shorts are tenting in such a way that the waistband of his shorts doesn't even touch his skin. He looks where my eyes I riveted and just admits it happens frequently when he is massaging a hot body. Did he just mention a hot body? I can't believe my ears, but he confirms it. He then asks me if I mind if he takes his shorts off as it is a little uncomfortable. I tell him to be my guest and soon enough I can admire his body. I can see that he doesn't only shave his head, as there is not a hair to be seen on his whole body. Joel is totally smooth and there are no tan-lines to be seen either. There is no doubt he takes care of himself. His cock is as hard as mine and points proudly to the sky. He takes some oil and starts to rub my front. He stands again at my head to rub my shoulders and chest and with each stroke his freed manhood brushes against my ears. I want to turn my head and take it in my mouth, but I don't dare. I know, I am stupid! I see him look around and when he spots a very low little bench, he asks me if he can use it. I nod and he goes and takes it and put it on the floor at the head of the table. He gets onto it and explains it allows him to exert the perfect pressure from my shoulders to my hips.

Of course, as he stands on the bench, his crotch is just above my face. He starts rubbing me all over again, but this time, at each down stroke, his balls rub over my face. As his legs are spread, my nose rubs his taint and almost reaches his crack. I am overwhelmed by hos scent once more and can't help it: I stick out my tongue and lick as far as I can reach. Joel doesn't seem to mind as he continues his massage without saying a word. I notice that while he continues his job, the movement of his hips is more pronounced and I can lick more and more from the base of his cock to his crack, almost reaching his rosebud. He has a perfect control over his muscles in his body and knows exactly how to use them for my benefit, but also for his.

As he can't reach far enough, he jumps on the table, putting his knees next to both sides of my head. I only have to lift my head a little to go on licking him, but apparently Joel wants more. He pushes his manhood down and it brushes my lips. I open my mouth wide and feel his cock-head brushing my lips. So, I stick out my tongue again and Joel lowers himself a little on me so that his cock penetrates my mouth. I immediately wrap my lips around his cock and start to suck him with all the horniness he built up with his sensual massage. His pre-cum tastes wonderful and I keep on sucking more out of his piss-slit. That's when I feel the warm moisture of his mouth on my stiff cock. His lips, tightly wrapped around my shaft, glide down and stop only when his nose is buried in my pubic hair. I can feel his throat-muscles working on my cock-head and with all the sexual pent-up energy Joel has given me, I am afraid that I will reach my orgasm far too soon. Joel knows his body, but more importantly, knows how to use it properly. He knows when to stay still and when to act and I feel my orgasm receding. With the only use of his mouth, lips and throat, Joel brings me on the edge several times. I suck eagerly on his rod and let him push it deep in my throat. I have to fight the gag-reflex, as I want him as deep in me as possible. I don't want him to climax as I have other ideas where I want his magnificent manhood. But Joel is determined to suck out everything that is in my balls. His right hand plays with my balls, stretching them to a maximum in their sack. His left hand slides between my ass- cheeks and his fingers caress my puckered hole. I want to scream out my pleasure, but I can't as my mouth is stuffed. I want to warn him that my boiling juice will erupt at any time, but he senses it as his sucking is getting more vigorous. I know he wants to push me over the edge and he knows how to do it. I feel that marvelous tingling in my nether regions that announce the imminent climax. Joel's dick is deeply embedded in my mouth and forces me to silences, but my moans and my growls let him know I am going to feed him with my proteins. I want it to last longer! I fight my orgasm as much as I can, but I lose the battle. I arch my back as I feel the first spurt running through my rock-hard cock. Joel feels it as well as he sucks even harder. The first spurt reaches his mouth and he starts to swallow. It feels like I am coming like never before. Joel drinks it all. My cock-head becomes super- sensitive and it is a mixture of pain and pleasure that overwhelms me. The intensity of his sucking decreases slowly and ends with his tongue cleaning my cock.

Joel pulls back his hips and his cock leaves my mouth. He jumps off the table and tells me to turn around once more. I do as he says. I see him taking the bottle of oil and pour quite a large amount of it over his chest, crotch and upper legs. He then jumps back on the table and stretches out on top of me.

• That is a real full body massage, he whispers in my ear.

He starts to rub his whole body over mine and it feels wonderful. The oil and our sweat make the perfect lubrication for an up and down gliding of his body on mine. With each upwards movements I feel his cock glide between my ass-cheeks. His cock-head rubs over my rosebud where just a few minutes ago his fingers were. Although I am exhausted from my orgasm, I want more. I want his cock in me, but as usual, I don't say anything. Joel is in charge. He knows what he is doing and what a full body massage means for him. His whole body presses me against the table. I feel his weight on me. He lays still, except for his hips. His cock glides still between my buttocks and the head points more and more towards my private entrance. He doesn't need his hands. He controls his body so perfectly and I feel his cock-head positioning itself right on target. It has been a very long time since anyone penetrated me and I am not looking forward to the initial pain that goes with penetration. But I don't know why, I trust Joel to the fullest and know he will take care of me and my needs. With small and soft trusts he pushes himself onto my sphincter that stretches gradually. Then, quite suddenly, his cock-head pops in and Joel stays as still as he can. I am surprised that I don't feel any pain at all.

Joel senses that I relax and starts to push in very gently, but with determination. With all the oil he has used, he slips in and soon I feel his smooth skin caressing my buttocks. I know he is fully in me, as his cock is rubbing my prostate and sends jolts of pleasure to every nerve ending in my body. He withdraws a little and pushes back in, hitting my G-spot again, and again, and again. I spread my legs wider to give him better access and he takes the opportunity to push his hips even more forward. He reaches places that I didn't even know I had. He increases his speed and his hands reach under me to grab my cock that is already hardening again although I came just a few minutes ago. He glides over me and the oil allows movements that wouldn't be possible if we were not oiled up. Joel gyrates his hips and I feel his cock doing rounds in my ass. I breathe heavily and so is Joel. I can feel his heartbeat in his chest that is pressed against my back. With his skilled movements I just know he is going to climax soon. I know I will climax soon again if he goes on like that. He squeezes my cock and I am so surprised to feel my balls retract into my lower body. The same tingling of minutes before is here again and as he passes his fingers over my cock-head, which is lubricated by all the pre-cum I am oozing, I feel my second orgasm coming to completion and spurting more cum in his hands. As my ass-muscles contract to each spurt of cum, Jeremy goes over the edge as well and fills my insides. I can feel the spasms of his cock in my ass.

It is all over far too soon for me. I can still feel the little electric shocks in every part of my body. Slowly his cock decreases in volume and plops out of me. I feel that legendary emptiness that follows lovemaking. Joel glides from me and is standing next to the table, watching me. His smile has disappeared and I can see he is almost on the verge of crying. I take his hand in mine and ask him what's wrong.

• I am so sorry. This is not my way of doing things. It is not ethical at all to have sex with a client. I never did this before. I couldn't help it! You are so sexy and attractive. I had to stop before it went too far, but I couldn't. I am sorry. Please accept my apologies.

I am stunned to see him so upset. I squeeze his hand and lift his chin so he must look me in the eyes.

• There is nothing to apologize about Joel. I was a willing partner and I don't think less of you because of what we did. I wanted it as much as you did. You had my hormones worked up like no one ever did to me. I wanted you and I still want you. You are a very attractive guy and you have magic in your hands and the rest of your body if I may say. Please, don't feel upset.

Joel calms down a bit but is still averting my eyes. I have to lift his chin once again to be able to brush my lips against his. He looks me in the eyes, searching for I don't know what, but I try to put all my care for him in that one look. I lean in for a second kiss and I am rewarded. Joel is wrapping his arms around my neck and kissing me with an indubitable passion. It surprises me a bit, but I am not complaining. The problem I see is our age difference, as Joel must be at least twenty years younger than me. I know, I know, lots of people will tell me that age is just a number. Indeed it is, but I always say the numbers don't lie. I can easily fall for Joel because he is attractive, kind and caring, but I know him for just a few hours. I believe in love on first sight, but does he? And, after all, is this just lust that is speaking out loud?

As we are both quite greasy and full of oil, I suggest to Joel to take a shower to wash that all off and then maybe a dive in the pool. He agrees and we walk down from the terrace to the garden shower that is next to the swimming pool. He carries with him a bottle and as I ask him what it is, he tells me it is a special soap that takes the oil easily off the skin. We get under the shower and he soaps me up real well and then he rinses me off. I do the same to him and soon we dive in the pool. I can see Joel is an avid swimmer and diver. His body cuts through the water with total ease and the way he dove in the pool was close to professional. I am swimming two laps in the same time he swims four! The strength of youth I guess. I get out of the pool and go for towels. I hand one over to Joel and he starts to dry me off instead of himself. Once again, his hands are feeling so good on my body and he really takes his time to wipe away the last drops of water. I want to do the same to him, but he is quicker than me and is dry in a split second.

• You know? he says, it is the first time I am swimming in the nude. It feels like real freedom. Do I make any sense?

• Yes, you do Joel. I know what you mean and I think exactly as you do. That stupid little piece of cloth we all wear for sake of decency, takes away the marvelous feeling of the water running over all parts of the body. That's why I only swim here. I have been looking for a nudist beach because in the past I have swum in the ocean in the nude and it feels even better, but I haven't found one close by. By the way, do you have time to have a drink with me and to see if we can get to know each other a bit better?

The smile on his face spoke volumes. Even though he has a permanent smile on his face, this one was even brighter. He accepts my invitation and we go to sit on the terrace. I don't bother to put any clothes on, as I don't expect any visitors and I hope Joel will do the same. He does! I sit down in the large swing I have and Joel sits close to me. Our thighs are pressed together and I have my arm around his shoulder while his hand rests on my thigh.

Joel is a very talkative person and I don't have to ask him a lot of things as he gives all the information from himself. He seems to be a very open person and he talks with ease. He talks like those who have nothing to hide and feels really comfortable with himself. He talks a lot! I learn that he is an only child and that his parents love him an awful lot. They are aware of his sexual orientation and have no problem with it. He has presented them only one boyfriend and at the start it was a bit awkward as his boyfriend had his parent's age. Yes, only people twenty or so years older attract him. People of his own age bore him to death he says. His parents just asked him if he was sure about the cross- generation relationship he is looking for, but he knows exactly what he wants. They accept him just as he is and even tells me his parents would love me, too.

• Does that mean that you love me, I asked.

• Let's say that I fall for you, big time. If it isn't love, it sure looks like it and we will need an expert to make the difference. You can't deny that there was a strong vibration between us from the moment I came in. After that there was a very powerful energy that was flowing form me to you and back. I had that feeling before but it was never a mutual feeling. This time I can say it is. I feel comfortable with you, I feel safe. I want us to take our time to get to know each other really well, but right now I know the outcome of it. I am afraid you are stuck with me.

To say I am flabbergasted is an understatement. Here I have a guy, twenty something years my junior, telling me that in less than a few hours, he knows we will be together for a very long time. I can't believe my own ears and Joel sees the quizzical look on my face.

• Don't worry, he says, let things flow their natural way and you will see what I mean. I am almost sure, no ... I am convinced that we were bound to meet. My father always says that luck is to be at the right place, at the right moment with the right person and to be willing to see it! Since he first said that to me, I took great care to keep my eyes wide open. Today, I have my eyes wide open! I know what I see and I believe in my senses. I know it was not really ethical what I did, but believe me, I am glad I did.

He pauses for a moment. It is as if he wants to collect his thoughts. He caresses my thigh with a feathery touch while looking down at his hand. I give him the necessary time. Then he starts again.

• I know I am probably about twenty years younger than you are, but I also know that my mind and my points of view are more mature than with the majority of guys my age. I have to thank that to my parents who have always treated me with a lot of respect and never doubted about me. If they had the slightest doubt about something, they would ask me and listen carefully to my answers. I love them from the bottom of my heart and couldn't have gotten better ones. Being an only child, I always received their undivided attention.

Joel has a wonderful smile on his face and a bright sparkle in his eyes when he talks about them. It doesn't happen frequently to hear younger people talk about their parents in such a way. I realize I start to have a lot of respect for Joel and I even admire him. I am suddenly aware that even if our bodies are twenty years apart, our minds are a lot closer than what I thought only an hour ago.

It is almost one o'clock and the temperature is rising. Even though we are just sitting and talking, I can see sweat drops going from Joel's chest towards his crotch. His chest is actually shining in his sweat. Some times he is wiping his sweat away but it looks more like he is caressing himself. He has a natural erotic look and he acts to it. The more I look at him, the more I get aroused and I already came twice since his arrival. I take him by the hand and we dive into the pool. The cool water refreshes our bodies and we swim a few laps. Joel, once again is much faster than I am and I can see he really enjoys it. I swim at my own pace and soon I feel Joel's strong arms around my waist. He presses his body against mine and I revel at this intimate touch. I can feel his chest against my back, his hips against my buttocks and his legs against mine. I know I can get used to that very quickly. That intimacy makes me forget really fast the sensation of loneliness I felt just before Joel's arrival. Just his presence makes everything so much better.

But Joel lets me go and starts to swim laps every time much faster. It is as if he is training for a competition. His body glides through the water with a very smooth ease. When I see him going from one end of the pool to the other with such agility, I can't do anything else to see him as a dolphin. He is so concentrated in his swimming that he doesn't even notice I get out of the pool. I roughly dry myself off and go into the house to prepare some sandwiches as I feel my stomach growl.

When those are done, I go out again with a tray with the sandwiches on it and two bottles of really fresh beer and two frozen glasses. Joel must have seen me from the corner of his eyes and jumps out of the pool. His face radiates happiness. He is so relaxed and at ease. Nudity doesn't seem to be a problem for him and I certainly won't complain. It is a feast for the eyes to look at him. He is nicely tanned and the drops of water are like a thousand little lights that cover his body. He has his permanent smile on his face and shows his perfect white teeth. Even though he has explained it, I still wonder what he sees in me. I can use a clichŽ here saying that the beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, but still ... it doesn't enter my senses that he finds me attractive.

I want to say we eat the sandwiches, but it would not be accurate. Joel literally devoured them. He washes everything down with his beer and then, just like a baby after his meal, he lets out a burp. He doesn't say sorry after that, but explains that in some parts of the world, if you don't burp after the meal, it is an insult to the host. He thinks that is wonderful. I have to laugh at that. But as you know, after a meal, the blood drains from all parts of your body towards your stomach to allow digestion. It also means that you can feel drowsy and that a siesta is certainly welcome. As I have a "love-bed" under a three in the garden, I suggest we lay down for a moment and Joel immediately lays his head on my chest and an arm over my belly. I feel at peace and soon drift off to have a nice nap.

I wake up to the sound of someone diving in the pool and, of course, it is Joel. I look at my watch and see that I dozed off for about half an hour. I get up and join Joel in the refreshing water that finishes my waking-up process. This time Joel is not doing any power swimming. He is more in a playful mood and we play like two kids. Being both naked, it is almost normal that we grab each other by our crotches and when we get out of the pool, we are both sporting hard-ons. Joel wraps himself around me like a snake and before long we are kissing passionately. Our cocks are rubbing against each other and I feel the sexual arousal getting stronger. My hands roam over his wet body and standing here next to the pool, we can both feel the sun drying us. Joel nibbles at my ears and then whispers:

• I want to be yours. I want you to take me. I want to feel you inside of me.

Who am I to refuse such an invitation, but I am honest with him and tell him it is possible that I can't keep my cock hard enough to pass his rosebud. He assures me that he will do everything that is in his power to keep my cock rock-hard as long as possible and I don't doubt he will. As I go over to the love-bed where we had our nap, Joel's go to the terrace and comes back with a bottle of oil in his hand. He suggests for me to lay down and let him do the necessary. I can imagine what he has in mind and I am curious to see if I am right. Joel surpasses my expectations. As I said before, he has magic in his hands and the oils he is using must have a aphrodisiac effect. He works on my genitals with patience and willpower. He knows (already) where he has to touch me and with which strength as to have me aroused as never before. I think I have never been so hard in my life. It almost hurts, but mixed with a feeling of pleasure and constant being on the edge. Joel is using his hands and his mouth to keep me hard and is succeeding pretty well. When I feel him crawling over to me and straddling my hips, I know what is coming. Joel must have prepared and lubed himself up as he immediately points my cock to his rosebud. He pushes himself on to me and I already feel the velvet smooth ass-cheeks separating to give my cock access to his love-tunnel. He closes his eyes and keeps on pushing down. I feel my cock-head pass his sphincter and at the same time I hear him taking a deep breath. He holds it in his lungs for a few seconds and when he releases the air I can actually feel him relax all the muscles in his body. That's when he pushes down with a forceful thrust and I feel his lower body closely pressed on mine. He impales himself completely and after a few moments I can see a very content look in his eyes. He smiles at me and squeezes his ass-muscles a few time to show me he is in control again. Slowly, but very determined, he starts an up and down movement, relaxing his muscles on the downwards thrust and clenching them on the upwards one. I dreamed of having someone doing that to me, but never found anybody that skilled. Joel is skilled and my head is spinning from pure ecstasy. That boy knows how to use his body to provide the highest level of pleasure to his partner. I know that with those abilities, I am in for sexual heights I never reached before. Joel keeps on with his pumping motions and controls his breathing accordingly.

Joel's face is pure bliss. He increases his speed and sends jolts of pleasure to every nerve ending in my body. I feel my balls retract into my lower belly and know I will have my third orgasm of the day. I try to meet his thrusts and push as deep into him as possible. As my climax is just an instant away, I arch my back and lift my hips and burry my cock very deep into his bowels to deposit my load. Joel senses the spasms in my throbbing cock and it sends him over the edge as well. His first spurt reaches my lips and I eagerly lick up his juice and swallow it. The following spurts coat my chin, my chest and my belly while I empty my balls inside of him.

Coming back from our sexual height, we both have to catch our breath. Our heartbeats have to come down to normal as well. Joel collapses on me and our lips meet once again. Although we are both still breathing heavily, we kiss with the passion of newfound love. Our tongues dueling in our mouth and, bit-by-bit, it slows down to tender loving kisses. Joel squeezes his ass-muscles to prevent my deflating cock to leave him but after a while he looses the battle and my cock plops out. Joel slips off of me and lays down next to me with his head on my chest. Once we regain our breath and heartbeat, he starts to speak again.

• Please, don't get scared with what I am about to say.

He pauses a moment and lifts his head so he can look me in the eyes.

• I feel happy and my inner voice says this is what I have been looking for since I know I am gay. You are my twin-soul. I just know it. I want to have you in my life for as long as you want me in yours, and I hope it is till my last day. I want you to meet my parents. I want to share my life in all possible ways. I don't want to leave your side, except for work. We both have shared our juices and you are in me like I am in you. I know we've met only a few hours ago, but I have never been so sure about something in my life: I love you!

My heart almost burst out of my chest with happiness. It is hard to believe that in such a short time we discovered each other. Even if I am afraid of saying the three words, in my heart I know that I don't want to live without Joel being around.

Joel is air for me, but ... I can't live without air!!!

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