Jeff had one of those cup coffee machines and as he waited for it to signal that it was ready to brew he slipped off his shirt and grinned wickedly. This was the first time in a long time that he was in a sexual situation. He was already hard. That was encouraging for an old guy he thought. Grinning wider he slipped out of his pants and kicked off his loafers. Now he was only in his boxers. He hoped the younger guy wouldn't think they were grandpa-like.
The coffee was ready and he shared the portion between two small espresso cups and padded to the bedroom. The door was closed but only partly. He kicked it open with his bare foot and there was Bill lying on his back wearing nothing but a cheeky grin.
"I don't mind if the coffee gets cooler. Come here Jeff. I think you need some loving. How long has it been for you? A couple of weeks? More?"
"More," Jeff husked, "Much more."
Before slipping out of his shorts he looked over the boy on the bed. His body shape was model like: narrow waist and broad shoulders. His chest was flat with slight development of his pecs but that was balanced with his strong legs. (Bicycling around the city, thought Jeff.) Jeff loved those hairless balloon thighs and big, well shaped feet. Bill enjoyed the scrutiny and his face was cast in an even broader smile. The kid had pearly white teeth, not the bleached look, but shiny and natural. His nose was not one of those small cutie ones but rather an important full feature of his face. He had that kind of wavy, true brown hair that fell into place by a mere passing of a hand through it.
His body was almost hairless and glowed as if there was light coming from the inside. His cock was lying against the flat belly and looked friendly, not weapon like.
Jeff wasn't into hands but this boy had perfect hands. The knuckles were smooth, integrated with the fingers and the hand itself was large. It was the hand closest to Jeff that reached out and touched Jeff's rising prick. It wasn't a grab, it was just a faint stroke and Jeff let out a loud moan, more than this slight approach might merit.
Bill smiled harder and his one left side dimple appeared. "You're needy, aren't you? Let me help."
Jeff lay down next to Bill as if to offer himself to an ancient sacrifice.
"Don't look so grim, man, I'm not going to hurt you. I only want to make friends with your prick." (Later he told Jim, the gallery guy downstairs, that you have to put a lot of love into your caressing. The other person feels it a hundred times more than just being mechanical.)
Even though Jeff was sliding deep into sex want he still thought that their roles were reversed. Doesn't to older guy, who brought his young cruised kid to his lair, the one who makes the moves? But soon his brain moved down from the analytical to the elemental as Bill's smooth hand took Jeff's cock and held it in a warm tube of his curved fingers.
"Yours is big and fat. You make mine look pretty small." But Jeff thought that this beautiful boy had everything that perfection might endow while he, Jeff, was the result of what age deducts. He was once very attractive and the object to men's attention but those days were gone.
But Bill was whispering as he held the engorging organ. "I love older guys in general, but you are so wonderful, I never thought I'd meet anyone like you."
Jeff's questioning look stirred Bill to continue. "You seemed surprised. You face looks strong, I lot better than it probably did at twenty. And I love the skin of your body, so many interesting places...and that delicious slight pot belly! I could kiss it all day."
Bill's hand began to move slightly. Jeff's breathing deepened and he reached out toward Bill's cock. Bill stopped his hands, "This is your special time. Do nothing but just feel the love I'm giving you."
Jeff just gave in. He put his hands behind his neck, the most vulnerable a man might assume, except, perhaps, ass up. Bill immediate sighed loudly. "Oh those fluffy pits. You are so hot, Dude!"
Meanwhile Jeff felt his prick almost brimming, ready to spill, as if it was filled with sperm waiting to exit. But it was not that moment. It was a suspended orgasm of feeling. Bill noticed the goose flesh running up and down Jeff's chest and stomach and he knew that what he was doing would cement this gorgeous, mature male to him forever.
Jeff's cock head had come completely out now and it glistened with pre cum. The odor reached Bill and soon each love gesture he made felt as if it was occurring on him as well. It slowed his arm as if he was surrounded by a thick honey. He found his eyes were half closed and he had to strive to keep from falling into a stupor.
Jeff's cock was vibrating slightly and his ball sack had gone from a thin covering of his plum sized balls to a thicker, corrgated condition. As Billy watched the balls positioned themselves on each side of Jeff's shaft.
Jeff's eyes rolled back and his chest puffed out. Billy could see the faint movement of his hips as they began a slight fucking motion. "He's about to deliver the goods," Bill thought and half of him was reluctant to end the loving time and part was anxious to give Jeff a strong finish.
"Billy," Jeff spoke, almost in pain, "I love this, but I can't hold back. You're too expert at this and so hot! Get me off and then it'll be my turn. I'll make you die with pleasure."
Bill nodded and began holding the stiff rod a bit tighter. That produced gasps from Jeff. Then he increased the speed of his stroking. Jeff's middle section was rising and he made sounds almost like choking. Th Bill leaned forward and with the tip of his tongue between his lips he placed a dozen short kisses on Jeff's full lips and at the same time he stroked in unison.
Jeff's thick cream cascaded down his shaft, then another salute squired up in an arc drenching Bill's hand and some landed on Jeff's lips. Two more searing deposits landed on his neck and nipple. Then quiet.
Bill''s eyes opened fully now, his shiny gray eyes looked worried. He realized that Jeff had retreated from the world for a moment, his brain overstimulated by his ejaculation.
"Nice cum, huh," Billy said to defuse the situation.
Jeff, catching the mood, said, "One more of these and I'm a goner." Then lifting his upper body to said, "Lie down you beautiful living statue of the Greek Boy Athlete and I will give you a little moral oral."
"No sir that's it for today, I have to get on my bike and make more deliveries. My work is done Tonto."
And to Jeff's amazement the kid actually dressed quickly, threw him a kiss and grabbed his messenger bag and headed out. He mean to make a date to see him again but it happened too fast.
Jeff stretched luxuriously. Shit he felt good, even that bad knee was not bothering him.
"Sex is a great home remedy," he thought and dressed and got busy in the studio with some project he had neglected this day.
End part Two.