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Picking up Michael -- Part 10 - 17 years later
Dave A Bishop
After the last instalment I was still hung up on Michael after 15 years of not seeing him. My partner of 13 years, Chris, developed health issues and I was widowed after his brief illness. I spent about two years mourning the loss of him and my friends were concerned about me as I seamed not to pick up at all. after 18 months one even told me that they had started to call me "Victoria" as I appeared not to recover from my husbands death. This brought me to my senses a little and I decided to start showing an interest in life. They noticed this and started to introduce me to other friends my own age I had not met before. Frankly, i wasn't interested in them as I still letched after younger men but the attention was nice. one or two of these guys suggested dates and even more. I was happy to go out for a drink or meal but really I didn't want sex with them. my friends didn't know but I had also been over to a nearby city that had a gay sauna to try my luck there. it was used by a mixed age crowd and their were often younger and older men there. I had a couple of encounters with younger guys but that's all they were. Not to put the guys down because the sex was fun but ultimately it was just that; better than a wank at home; but i really missed that intimate company of a partner.
One afternoon i was at home, pottering about, and there was a knock at the door. I could see a smart looking Mercedes parked on the roadside, non of my friends had that car so I peered out of a window to see who was there. I didn't really recognise him at all be he was a tall good looking guy that was smartly dressed. I went to the door and opened it. The man simply said "Dave" and then paused. Not a question, he knew who I was. I took a closer look at him and my eyes widened. "Michael?" I asked and he smiled. I burst into tears and hugged him on the doorstep. He comforted me and asked me why I was crying. I stopped blubbering and took him by the hand into the living room and we sat down. It didn't even occur to me to offer him a drink. I asked him where he had been for 17 years and he laughed and told me that after that awful time before in Glasgow, he had got into trouble with drugs and been sent down for dealing. he told me that it was the only way he could make some money but although he was dealing he never started to use like he had when he was a teenager. During his time inside he had been offered training in shoe repairs and had secured a job in Glasgow at a local branch. He'd worked there well and then been promoted to a branch manager in another part of the city. During this time he had secured good, rented accommodation and had really settled down. He'd then got offered a job at a national chain supermarket as a team leader which was better pay and then ultimately been offered a deputy manager post, all in Glasgow. After 3 years of being a deputy manager his boss had told him that "Head Office" was looking for a manager of the store near where I lived and Michael had secured it and recently moved back to my hometown. He said that he owed his success all to the shoe shop company as they had set him on the right path then he said but there was one thing that he missed more than anything else. I asked him what that was and he simply said "You". Michael told me that he had not met a guy that could make him feel so loved and appreciated as I had and that he really missed that spark that we had. he had always hoped that one day he would be able to see me again and at least say thanks for helping him so much when he was a youngster.
I then told Michael about my late partner, Chris, and that I was widowed. He came and sat on the settee with me and held my hand and said, that I was so lucky to have had someone to love for so long. I cried again and he held me. He wiped the tears from my face with his thumbs, just like i used to do for him and he said "I'm not making any demands or promises but I'm back here now and want to be your friend again. We're both older and I'm more mature. I want to be your friend again." at this he leaned in a gently kissed me on the side of the mouth. I turned to face him and kissed him back which we both turned into something a little more than a simple kiss. We paused and I offered Michael a drink. As it was only early afternoon we decided on coffee but I really felt a bit like Champagne! We had coffee and then kissed again, this time deeper and more meaningfully. Our hands wandered a little and I held him by the waist. Under his clothes I could feel that he was still very slim and I smoothed my hands upwards to his chest and then his neck and pulled him in for more kissing. Michael reciprocated the kiss and asked me if I still had feelings for him. I simply smiled and nodded and he said I knew that was the case when I felt you hard dick just now, but I wanted to know if that was all you felt for me. I told Michael that when we met before that it started out as just sex but over the time I had developed a strong love for him, sadly that was not able to come to fruition because of the issues about his late brother John and Mary his mum. He told me that he was the same, that he had loved me dearly then and was lost when they both went back to Glasgow. He said that life events had overtaken him and he had been lost really finding rock bottom when he was locked up. However he realised that the biggest loss he was facing was the loss of my love for him. He had lost his mother and brother very quickly and they were unrecoverable but his love for me was something he had discarded and bitterly regretted.
Michael stayed for something to eat and after dinner we cuddled more on the settee with a few glasses of wine. we got to about 10pm and I asked Michael if he would like to stay the night. He smiled and kissed me and asked "Will you want to eat my bottom?". "Oh yes baby boy" I said, "I certainly will". we had both had had a long day and needed to shower. We went to my bedroom which Michael noticed was freshly decorated but about the same as it had been 17 years before and we both began to strip for the bathroom. I asked Michael if I could undress him and he responded with "so long as I can undress you too" we both took off shoes and socks and I stood to take off Michael's pullover. I brought it up over his head and brushed against his slim ribs as I did it. he shivered a little and I asked, "still ticklish". Michael blushed and removed my shirt and rubbed his hands through my hairy, if greying, chest. "yes still ticklish but only when someone knows how to do it" he said and continued to hub his fingers though my hair. "I was always envious of your hairy chest" he said, "Its so great to stroke". As I removed Michael's shirt he was still smooth and nicely toned, "You work out a bit?" I asked, I like the gym but not the guys that go there so I don't work out much "But your in wonderful shape, so slim and so firm" I said and kissed his nipple the started to nibble on it. I remembered that his right nipple was the more sensitive and gave it some attention with firm inps and gentle teeth. It stood up just as it had 17 years ago. Michaels chest was still smooth and the skin soft and I let me hands wonder over his back as we kissed, again lightly muscled and smooth, it was lovely and I would look forward to massaging that later. My hands wondered south to his waist and I felt his happy trail from his navel downwards. I opened his waist and he hands covered mine. "Dave, I want you to know something important before your go further" he said, "what's that" I asked. He told me that he had "gone straight" and had a girlfriend for a while. This had happened whilst he was a team leader in Glasgow. He told me that she was never able to satisfy him and that even though he was able to have sex with her it meant nothing. After a while she had told Michael that she realised that whatever Michael wanted it wasn't her and she had finished with him. Since then he had been alone and not been sexually active. I said that I found it hard to believe that he had nobody to play with and he said that he had been spoiled before. It took me a while to catch on but eventually I said that perhaps we could spoil each other. His hands fell away from his waist and his trousers fell to the ground and we kissed as he stepped out of them. We were now both stood in just our shorts and I said that we should perhaps lie down together. We made out for ten minutes of so just exploring each others body and although stroking over buttocks we both avoided touching cock. Don't ask why, it just seemed the right thing to do! I asked Michael if he would like me to massage him like we did before. He said we should massage each other but could we do something special that we did 17 year before? I thought hard and questioned "The stove in the living room?" Michael nodded. I said that we would have to get it going and then we could do that. We put on gowns and slippers, Michael put his socks on and we went downstairs. I put a match to the wood-burner and it caught on quickly but it would take half an hour to get hot enough. I sent Michael to the bathroom to get spare towels, he remembered where they were and I drew the curtains. He came down and put the towels down on the rug. He'd also been into the bedroom and got oil and lube -- "Where you always kept them" he smiled. I opened another bottle of a full bodied warming red wine and we sat in our gowns again on the settee and drank a glass each. The fire was now hot enough and I stood to take Michael by the hand and we laid together in front of the fire taking off our robes and shorts was we went. I picked up the oil and Michael took it from me. "No," said Michael "You've waited too long for this. I'm going to massage you first". He pushed me face down with no resistance from me and sat on me just on my waist. Michael started on my back and smoothed over me in long luxurious strokes, firmly at the bottom of my spine gentling more gentle as he reached my neck. Once the oil was well distribute he settled into a regular sweeping motion that was so relaxing and after a long time sat further back on my thighs and massaged my buttocks and into my cleft brushing over and teasing my hole. I tried to part my legs but he was still sat on them and quietly laughed and said "soon!". He spun round to face my feet, sitting again on my back and he worked my thighs and shins moving down to me feet. As he was tall he could reach all the way but after starting on my feet me brought each foot up to shrimp gently on the toes. I had forgotten that Michael liked shrimping and he was the only person ever to have done this too me. All the time I could feel Michael's dick bouncing on my buttocks as he shrimped.
The fire was still going strong and Michael turned round again and sat on my legs. He shuffled and got between them spreading me open wider and his hands went to my buttocks, he massaged them well again and eventually he leaned forward and started to eat me out. Michael and I both loved eating each others bottoms and he had lost no expertise in the 17 years. Michael feasted upon me with relish and licked and slurped and dribbled and fucked my open hole with his tongue. The more he ate then more I opened until I thought I would pass out from the feelings. As it was I was pinned to the floor. He could have restrained with with just his tongue, I held on to the floor and shivered. Michael knew that I was ready and he leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck and asked, "Dave, can I make you my daddy again? Please Dave, let me make you my daddy once more". I didn't need to speak, my hips moved back a little pushing into his hard cock that was nuzzled between my buttocks. "Thank you daddy" he said quietly and he shuffled again sitting up on top of me, he lubed up his dick and I felt he press gently on my open hole. Slowly and firmly he entered me and I gave him no resistance. It was as if my hole knew who was coming into me and welcomed him lovingly. Michael let out a small moan as he bottomed out in me and I shuffled gently to get the angle best for me. Michael then put his right hand on my shoulder then the left on my hip and started to pump gently. I was immediately taken back 17 years and could feel and remember every one of those beautiful 8" gently massaging my insides. Michael pumped away and my body responded in kind to him. Michael whispered in my ear that I was tight and milking his cock. I was unaware that my natural reaction to him being inside me caused that to happen but when I thought about it I could feel it happening and I was squeezing him at his deepest and trying to hold him in. He told me that he would not be able to last long. I asked him if he wanted to rest and take longer, he said not and that in making love to me he needed to make me his daddy once more, to please let him fill me with his sperm. As he said "sperm" he started to climax and I could feel his cock head swell and he started to spurt more and more of his seed into me. Michael eventually shuddered and went stiff on top of me, then he relaxed and wilted onto me. He cried as he said "Daddy you're mine now. I have my daddy back again." Michael lifted off me and laid by my side. We turned to face once more and Michael's wet cock flopped against my hardness. He felt me hard next to him and asked me to make love to him and make me his boy once again. I told him that I wanted him to be my boy once more but before I could do that I was hungry and needed to eat. He gave me the sideways glance he always used before and without resistance I pushed his hip down to the ground so that he laid flat on his face. I got between his legs and spread them until I could see my target before me. Still as wonderful as it was 17 years before with a little ring of dark hair around it Michael's hole pulsed for me. I gently breathed a cold air onto him and he clenched it closed momentarily and then he relaxed once more. As he relaxed I bent down to take in the musk of him and started to feast on him. I gently nibbled the hair around him and licked over the hole. I prized his cheeks apart and started to feast. Michael whimpered like the boy he once was and after some time in front of the embers of the fire he asked me to enter him, and fill him with his daddy's seed and make him my boy once again.
I entered Michael with no effort. It felt like he was even drawing me into his warmth and I soon bottomed out in him. He moaned gently as I hit his prostate and I started to gently fuck him. I knew that like Michael I would not be able to last long so I fucked and then paused, fucked and paused several times until I could wait no longer. "Daddy," said Michael "Please give me the spunk now. Its more important that I have you inside me forever. Please give me what I need, daddy, I need it now." With that I came inside him. He said he could feel it spurt into him and I had a really strong orgasm. After I had slipped out of him we rolled together and made out until the fire started to die down. When we got off from the towels we both noticed that there was a little lube and oil on the towel but no spunk. We had both absorbed each other totally and we were both very happy with that.
We didn't want to cool down too much so I opened the fire door and put some more logs on and poured more wine. We sat on the towels and talked and played with each other. We couldn't take our hand off each other and we both developed fresh erections. We went upstairs and freshened up and came back downstairs to drink wine and make love to each other in front of the fire. We noticed that the time was late so I invited Michael to stay the night and we enjoyed ourselves in front of the fire for another hour or so. During that hour Michael and I sucked off each other and we both swallowed each others sperm. This was no issue for me but I knew that years ago Michael didn't like it. I asked him when he was able to swallow cum. He laughed and said that was the first time in his life that he wanted to and was able to do it without thinking about it. "So why the change?" I asked. Michael smiled and said that Daddy's sperm was his and he needed it as he loved his daddy. I told him that I loved my son and we went to bed.
Michael spent almost every night with me from then on, my friends had realised that I was seeing someone and wanted to meet him. I told Michael about this and he was happy to start socialising with the group. One of my closest friends asked my why I hadn't moved him in and told him that Michael still had his own place but when the time came I would like that. What the friends didn't know was that I had such a long history with Michael even with such a significant gap. One evening we were cuddled up together on the settee watching TV and I asked Michael if he would like to give up his home and move in with together and after 2 weeks he was able to bring his stuff over. We decided that we ought to go on holiday together and then took a holiday to Malta where we enjoyed the island and its pro-gay attitudes. From then on Michael always referred to that holiday as our honeymoon and we got married legally only a few months later.