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Mike began to pull up and then down his clothes that had been rearranged during our frantic sex. I suggested that it was't necessary as my place was not even a mile from where we were parked; it dawned on me that Mike and I were neighbors. He did not look at me; instead, he staired straight ahead into the rain. I asked where he was staying and he told me it was at his great aunt's. On taking a closer look at him, I doubted that he was only 18 and asked about it. He told me that he was so nervous and that he had meant to say he was over 18, not 18. Not that I cared, but I asked how much older and he responded. "24". Hell, that was the same age as my youngest daughter. With a wry smile, I then asked if he had forgotten to tell me anything else and asked if he indeed had been a virgin. Mike nodded in the affirmative and then hesitated.
By then we were entering my garage and all conversation was on hold. I led him into the great room which was kitchen, dining and living space. When I had become sole owner a year ago, I had renovated the place; doing as much of the work as I could myself. I had been an instructor of design at the junior college level and had some talent. It was really quite hansom, masculine, with deep reds and navy contrasted against white walls and lots of natural wood. The furnishings were minimal, the windows large, and I had left a fire burning in the glass-front stove. The view was across the salt marsh and the ocean in all its fury could be seen at some distance. Mike seemed to react positively to the place; he finally turned to me and said something about it being quite wonderful. I really did not care about that at this point, I wanted his body again, but thought that I had best go slowly.
I offered him some wine and we sat on the hearth rug, feeling the heat warm our semi-naked bodies.
After several minutes I took the initiative once again. "What were you going to tell me?" I asked. Mike was mute. In my best parent/teacher voice I urged, "Come on, boy - out with it!" It can't be that bad."
In a quiet voice he began, "I'm on leave from St. John's Seminary; I have a decision to make about joining the priesthood." I guess my mouth sort of hung open. "Shocked you I guess?" This time I nodded. "Given the recent problems here in the Boston area," Mike went on, "I don't want to heap any more problems onto the church. I've been having thoughts, dreams about being with a guy for years. I guess I'm no longer dreaming about it." There was some sadness in his voice and also some sense of relief. He explained that his grandmother and her sister had raised him and that it had been their desire and his that he be a priest. Mike had been an "unfortunate accident" when his mother was 16 and his father was 17. I remembered then my daughter talking about Mike in general terms over the years; he was someone that she knew. He paused after giving a bit more of family history, and looking straight into my eyes, he went on. "I guess I know now that even if I'm not gay, I sure as hell liked what we did." This time Mike smiled a bit and once again blushed. Damn, that was a turn on.
Without another thought, I reached over and drew him to me. I began kissing his sweet face. My tongue went everywhere. I traced his eyebrows, the tip of his nose and then I outlined his mouth with my tongue.
Mike began to breathe more rapidly and his arms went around my body. I then began working on his ears. A soft moan escaped and I could feel hard boy cock pressed against hard man cock, my cock. Our lips met once again and we began exchanging tongue. Half sitting, half reclined, we were not comfortable. "Let's go to bed." I urged and standing, pulled Mike to his feet.
"If I do this, there is no turning back, is there?" he half asked and he half stated.
"No, not for either one of us I guess." was all I could say. I was dealing inside with my own questions or issues regarding sex or more accurately this time, making love with another man. Once again, Mike came into my arms; his body shivered and there was one quiet sob and then he whispered, "Make love to me,"
I did not feel any guilt, there was no hesitation. I took him to my bedroom. I undressed him. There was little to remove, only a thin, worn T shirt, a pair of very worn but clean jockey briefs, a pair of running shorts and torn nikes. His body was thin and I wondered if he had been eating enough. I would feed him later and get him some decent clothes I thought. That thought was very brief. Mike's hands went to my clothes and he undressed me as I had undressed him. Both of our cocks were stiff, standing at attention. I pulled him against my hairy chest and his arms went around me and then his hands were on my bare ass. I liked the feeling of them as he began kneading my flesh. Still standing, he began a slow, delicate pumping of his boy tool against my belly. I liked that, too.
I turned us so that his back was to my big, soft bed and leaning into him, I half forced him down onto his back. I extended my body the length of his and placing the soles of my feet against the tops of his, I began a slow, steady fucking rhythm of cock to cock, cock to belly. Pre-cum oozed from both. My mouth once again found his and my tongue probed, pushed in, going deeper and deeper. I had never taken a guy's ass but figured it would not be any different than pussy. I began a slow kissing down the length of Mike's body. I sucked and licked boy tit and it was GOOD! I worked his hair trail with my tongue down lower and lower, slowly teasing. I brushed the tip of his cock with my tongue. I hesitated at first, but then all doubts fled my mind. It seemed to be the most natural thing in the world. My mouth took his head into it as if it was acting on its own accord. The taste was sweet, the smell of boy was better than any women I had ever experienced. Mike was moaning: his body was vibrating: his cock was pushing up into my mouth. In less than a minute I felt it spasm, cum shot from it and his hands grabbed my head as he forced himself deeper into my throat and my mouth. I let him do it. This was a primal urge; the boy was becoming a man. A low, gutteral sound came from deep within the man child still underneath part of my body.
I swallowed his cum. I continued slowly caressing his cock with my mouth and my hands went back to his chest, stroking, rubbing. Mike reached down and drew my face to his. Looking into my eyes, he whispered, "I think I love you." We kissed for a very long time, each taking pleasure in the other.