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Rather Special Breed

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Tony rolled over, and stared at the alarm clock. He saw the red numbers glaring, and felt very tired. It had been a long night, and the day was promising to be even longer, as well as stressful. Still, he couldn’t help but smile, as he curled up a little, under the covers. It might be a long day, but one that had began over 20 years ago.

His smile grew wider, as he felt the arm encircle him, and the warm body snuggle closer into his own. It still felt amazing, to have him next to him, to feel his body still become excited by Brian’s touch. The jerk of his dick accentuated his thoughts, and it was almost like magic, but the hand resting over his upper chest seemed to twitch, then gradually move down his body, resting now on his hips.

It was like, even asleep, Brian could tell when he was horny, when he was up for some dick play or when he just wanted to snuggle. He sighed, as he realized that it would soon be time to get up, to begin the long day. He doubted they’d have time for anything today, not even their lunch would be sacred today. Hell, that would shock a few people, seeing as how there would be about 40 for lunch today.

The little squeeze on his hips, the sudden rustle of the sheets, as Brian moved his body in closer was almost as if the man could read his thoughts. And it had always been that way, even back in the days when they had first met at University. Brian was 21 then, he a jaded 20, and yet they had clicked.

Brian was taking some business course, while he was doing the agriculture thing. It was expected of him, if he was to take over the family farm, and one did what was expected. Least back then you did, but man did they get a surprise when he came back, not only with a degree, but with a male lover.

He could still see his Father’s face, and the tears on his Mother’s. His sister had just snarled and to this day, he hadn’t seen or heard much from her. A cold Christmas card was her only acknowledgment that he even existed. His two brother’s weren’t much better, at first, but they eventually came around, and today they were still good friends, as it should be. Mind you Brian deserved a lot of the credit for that, which only made him wiggle his body closer into Brian’s still slumbering frame.

All that crap, and yet here he was, over 30 years later, still with Brian, and the family farm was twice as big as it was when his Father ran it. They had more than just cattle now, and next year were expanding once again. It was all part of the plan, that Brian had worked out, and his brother’s couldn’t object, as it meant their incomes went up just as his did. They were both married, had a bunch of screaming kids, and while his sister was married, he had never met her hubby. Not like he wanted to anyhow, as from all accounts the guy was even more a bitch than his sister.

Course him being one of those narrow minded conservative preachers down in Texas didn’t really taint Tony’s view, much. The hand on his hip moved a bit, and he knew Brian was waking up. Looking at the alarm clock, he thought about waking him now, having their lunch break now, because they sure as hell wouldn’t have it later.

He turned over, to stare at his sleeping lover. Brian was as tall as him, and still as lean. Working a farm kept you in shape, if you worked it from out in the field, instead of some office. Okay the hair was a bit sparser on both of them, but Brian didn’t seem to age. While his hair was rapidly becoming snow white, Brian’s was still a fairly rich chocolate color. His face was a bit haggard, bit drawn and the five o’clock stubble seemed to come a bit earlier these days, but he could still bounce a quarter off his stomach. The man had such a flat tummy, that you couldn’t pinch a quarter of an inch, let alone an inch.

Now, he on the other hand, had a bit of flab on the belly, but just enough to shake when he laughed, or when Brian was running his hand over it. And that was still every damn day, which was pretty amazing. Whoever said that sex diminished when you got older was full of shit. Far as he was concerned, they were having the best sex of their over 30 years of being together.

They had some rough spots over the years, but not once had either of them strayed. They were in love, and meant it, even though their love was still reviled by some, ignored as even possible by others, and certainly not legal, but they didn’t give a shit. Came from being country born and raised, they were independent, and it showed.

Things were improving, but he didn’t care, because he had Brian, who was now awake. He hadn’t heard him wake up, but then when he got on his hobby horse, even mentally, he was lost. He could see that Brian knew exactly what he had been thinking, and his hand moved from under his head, and lightly caressed Tony’s cheek.

His touch was like that first time, hot and scintillating. His body shook a little, and his cock a lot. It had been that way for a long time now, the way Brian’s simple touch could give him a raging hard on. Nothing every turned Tony on more, than to feel the light touch, the soft brush across his cheeks, or his chest, or anywhere for that matter.

The long arm reached over him, and he heard the alarm button being shut off, as he stared into his lover’s face. The eyes had a lot more wrinkles around them, but they still sparkled, full of life, and they were always looking at him. It gave him a feeling of warmth inside, a feeling of contentment that always made him weak at the knees.

While Brian still looked like he was in his mid thirties, the night’s growth on his face was showing signs of age. There were a lot more white whiskers these days, than not. Still, as the man leaned in, kissing him, it was as thrilling as the first time. The grate of his stubble across his own only made him quiver in excitement, because he knew that Brian was in tune with his own needs, his own thoughts.

The hand moved slowly down his side, making the muscles beneath shiver, making them tighten a bit, in anticipation. It was unusual for such morning antics, but then times were different. Brian liked to surprise him almost as much as he liked to surprise him. It was like a contest, and while they always had their lunch time break, you just never knew when there would be a bonus time out.

Tony’s body stretched out, his hard cock jutting outwards, pushing into Brian’s stomach. He felt it slide up the firm stomach, feeling the muscles tingling. He could feel Brian’s whole body spring to life, the legs twitching, then slowly one moved over his, pinning him down. Brian lifted his head up, and leaning inwards, he kissed Tony hard on the lips. Morning breath and all, but he didn’t care. It was Brian, and that is what mattered, as he kissed back, tasting their desire for each other. His lungs were starting to ache, as his desire took over. He wanted his man, and he could feel Brian’s own passion being stirred. The leg over his curling up, the knee working between Tony’s legs, pushing them off, and forcing Tony to turn onto his backside.

Then the man was wedged up to his body, leaning over him, off to one side. He was pinned down, as he stared up into Brian’s face. Every wrinkle was noted, as he had seen each one gradually form, over time. It was like a road map in their relationship, one mirrored in his own face. He could feel Brian studying it, as he did Brian’s. It was amazing, how after such a long time together, they could still find new things about the other, how they could connect beyond just the physical union.

Brian’s hand was slowly caressing his thigh, gradually moving over, aiming for Tony’s groin. The fingers passed lightly over his pubic hairs, making him shudder, a small moan escaping his lips. He saw the fires inside of Brian’s eyes, felt the hot breath over his face, then felt the man’s tongue licking at him, under his chin. The tongue moved down and around his square jaw, tasting him, brushing the stubble out of the way, as it made Tony shake.

The quick kiss on the lips, then the small little nibble on his ear lobe, made Tony sigh, made him sink further into the mattress. It was a perfect start, as he felt the hand reach down, cup his balls and gently caress them. His body continued to quiver, to twitch, as Brian explored his crotch, the fingers running up and down between his thigh and scrotum. It made him lick his lips, and his own hand was already moving up and down the backside, holding Brian, pulling him in a bit closer with each caress, with each touch.

The house was silent, but as the bed creaked to their bodies movement, neither of them seemed to notice. Tony could feel his heart pounding, feel Brian’s too. Both of them were gradually breathing faster, as their hands reached out, finding spots they had touched thousands of times, yet seemed to be for the first time, each time. His body was aroused, tingling all over, as Brian took his time, kissing him under the chin, then the bridge of his hooked nose. Then he was suddenly over his nipple, sucking on it, nibbling at the firm little piece of flesh, the tongue licking around it, teasing it.

His teeth took hold, pulled up, making him wince and then sigh, feeling his body enjoying the sudden jolt of pain. The quick little bite, followed by the hand moving softly up and down his stomach. A finger circling his belly button, then moving down towards his shaking cock. Brian was in form, and so early too. Mornings were his thing, not Brian’s, yet this morning it was almost as if it was midnight.

Tony felt the bed shake, then he felt the whole weight of Brian on top of him. His eyes bugged open, as he saw his lover straddling him, his knees digging into Tony’s hips, and he felt himself lifting those legs, to provide a cradle for Brian. Immediately he lifted his legs, Brian leaned back against them, and stopped doing anything. He sat there, staring down at Tony, the love clearly visible in his face, as he just looked.

It gave Tony a hell of a thrill, as he felt his body shudder, then watched as Brian pushed back, his buttocks forcing Tony’s legs back down, as his torso leaned forward. The whole body moved down so that his upper body now hovered over his crotch. He watched as Brian held his eyes, while lowering his head towards Tony’s hard cock.

His chest began to heave, as he felt the lips around the head of his cock. His whole body suddenly tensed, as Brian still held his eyes fixed to Tony’s face. It was amazing, to see the glitter of lover, the sparks, that just seemed to dance and reach out for him. His whole body was shaking with those dancing sparks. He groaned, as the mouth moved down his throbbing pole, engulfing his cock fully in one swoop.

Tony couldn’t handle it, he broke the eye contact, as his eyes shut tight, his head leaned back and down into the pillow. He felt Brian’s mouth tighten, felt his tongue licking at him, the teeth grating along the hot throbbing pole, then the nose burying itself into his soft groin. He moaned loudly, as the hands held him down, one on either side of his cock. The fingers dug into his flesh, as Brian moved back up, then licked at the underside of his penis. His body quivered, as the tongue licked all the way down, until it reached his scrotum, then flicked out, licking at his dangling balls.

The Sun was just beginning to shine through the curtains, but all Tony could see were shimmering stars, each one glowing, growing huge, brilliant, then suddenly exploding before him, as Brian licked and sucked on his dick. His hand would reach out, dig into the firm shoulders, then fall back to pound the mattress. His body twisted, as Brian sucked on him, then it was all over.

He opened his eyes, seeing Brian sitting up, his legs still straddling his prone body. The sun was shining, casting a strange yellow glow around Brian, a sort of halo, as he watched his partner looking at him. There was a strange look in his face, a look of desire that seemed ready to just explode. He felt the love, felt the passion, and he lay there, waiting.

Brian leaned over, taking a condom from the bowl on the end table. He was quick in ripping it open, then holding it out, and looking down at Tony. Tony’s buttocks clenched together, his body became rigid, as it contemplated the upcoming moment. To have Brian inside would really be the crowning glory to the day, but he felt his eyes widen, as the condom was suddenly unrolled down his own throbbing cock.

Before he could take it all in, Brian was suddenly leaning up, hovering over his face. His one hand was off his hips, reaching behind, taking hold of his cock, and wedging it up between Brian’s own quivering butt cheeks. He felt the flesh shaking, felt the warm valley, as his cock was wedged between, then pushed quickly down, until it rested up against Brian’s hole.

His eyes flickered, as he sucked in his breath. His head was suddenly dotted with beads of sweat, as Brian’s face loomed closer to his. He saw the lust, the passion, and then the hard kiss on his lips made him moan loudly. He felt the hand holding his cock, felt it suddenly release, and opening his eyes, he saw the drawn face above. He felt the sudden press on his cock head, felt the resistance, then suddenly he knew he was penetrating Brian’s body.

The waves of pain rolled across Brian’s face, as he lowered his body down onto Tony’s cock. The constant waves flashed across Brian’s face, and Tony watched it all unfolding before him. The warm sensation that enveloped his cock, the press on his body, all were shown in the flashes across Brian’s face. He watched the age lines flatten, then thicken, as his cock penetrated deep into Brian. It was an unreal feeling, made more intense by the surprise of it.

Brian was always the top, mostly. This was a real surprise, as he struggled to keep his focus. Typical of the man, to lead him to one thing, then switch it all around. His eyes fluttered, as he felt his hips pushing up, meeting Brian’s downward push. His cock dove upwards, spreading the tiny muscles inside, like knife through buter.

He heard the groan and saw how tightly Brian had his eyes closed. Tony could feel the mans body trembling, as his penetration continued to roll up and down Brian’s body. He felt his own heart racing, felt the blood inside boiling. Tony lifted his head up, his hands reaching up and around Brian’s head, pulling it down to meet his. He kissed Brian hard on the lips, then fell back to the bed, his hands reached back up, finding the two nipples. Tony’s fingers pulled, pinched at them, while his hips sank down, then pushed back upwards.

Brian moaned, his head tilted up and back, as he pulled his body up, then forced it back down. He continued to impale his insides on Tony’s cock, twisting his body as it slid down the throbbing pole. His own cock would slap against Tony’s stomach, the hard smacking sound only making him quiver more. Faster and faster Brian rode his cock, his buttocks clenching his pole tightly, as his body moved up and down the pole.

Tony kept tossing his head from side to side, and he had no control left. His hands pounded the bed, even as the groaning squeaks of the bed echoed loudly in the room. Neither of them could hear it, the thundering sound of their own hearts drowning the bed noises out. Their voices were moaning, as the motion only became more intense. His body was a glistening mass of sweat, as the bed moved, as Brian bounced faster and faster on top of him. Tony felt his balls, felt the blood rushing from his arms, his legs.

He felt the hot splatter of sweat on his chest, felt each drop as Brian’s body became a blur to his eyes. He tried to focus, but the figure was too blurry, the sweat from his forehead was running into his eyes, burning, even as he shook to those drops from Brian. His lungs were burning, starved for air, as his chest heaved, as his balls moved up then down from his groin. His cry barely penetrated the roaring sounds in his ears, as his body shook, shuddered, and then began to arch upwards.

Brian was suddenly no longer on top of him, his body lay next to Tony, the hand was holding his quivering cock, as he quickly glanced down his trembling body. Tony let out another loud cry, and he felt his cock suddenly being held steady, a wet warmth covering it. His eyes were shut tight, the rolling explosions of lights across his eye lids made his heart pound, made his chest ache, as he felt his body surrender. The shaking was like a rolling wave of spasms, as every part of him shook, as the cum came flooding out.

Tony felt the lips tighten, felt his cock head jerk and bang against the inside cheeks of Brian’s mouth. His cum was flying out, and he could barely hear the swallowing sounds, as he cried out over and over. His whole body felt like it was melting, burning into nothingness, as he arched up again, his cock driving deeper into Brian’s throat. Tony could feel his cum swirling around his bare cock, felt the throat muscles tighten, then release, as his flowing load of cum was swallowed.

He was panting, as his body continued to jerk every few seconds. Tony felt Brian’s presence, felt his nearness, then opened his eyes, to see his face above his. The kiss was salty, from his own cum, but it felt so good, he couldn’t let it end. His arms encircled Brian’s head, and held him as they kissed hard and long. Finally he let him go, sinking back down into his wet pillow. It was soaked from his sweat, as his chest continued to heave, struggling for air to replace all that had been spent.

Brian finally moved, climbing out of the bed. He slapped the thigh hard, his face grinning as he told Tony to shake a leg. The laughter in his voice made Tony grin, and sit up.

‘Come on Bitch, we got a big day ahead of us. You gonna join me in the shower?’

‘Oh yeah, I will, uh Brian…’

Brian was already near the bathroom door, but he stopped and turned towards Tony.

‘Yeah?’

‘Think it’ll go okay? Today I mean.’

‘It’ll be fine, as long as you don’t start weeping like some old Queen.’

‘Fuck you, I don’t do that.’

‘Yeah right, like you didn’t weep buckets when Kyle told us about him and Karen. Just keep your hanky in your pocket sweetie, or you’ll scare the in-laws more than they are already.’

Climbing out of the bed, he sat there, laughing. Trust Brian to put it all into perspective. He had been worried about Mr & Mrs Marshall, of how they would react to him and Brian, but so far it had gone well. They had looked like frightened deer caught in a headlights glare at first, but Brian had them both laughing and chuckling in minutes, while he had been wiping his eyes with a frilly hanky. It wasn’t his, but from Brian’s booming laughter the Marshall’s weren’t too convinced.

‘Careful Bitch, or I’ll tell them the truth about that hanky, and just whose it really is.’

Brian grinned as he made his way into the bathroom. The sound of the shower running made Tony stand up, feeling a bit weak still, but ready for round two.

He heard the pounding on the bedroom door, and as he turned to call out, he heard the mocking voice of their adopted son, Kyle.

‘Hey will you two sex maniacs knock it off, some of us are still sleeping.’

From the bathroom Brian heard Tony yelling back, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

‘You are just jealous, because your over sexed parents can still do it at our age, and you still need training wheels. Go back to sleep, or tonight you’ll find us sex maniacs are in the room next to yours.’

The laughter was coming from all over, as Tony moved towards the bathroom. It wasn’t going to be so bad, after all. He and Brian had done a good job raising Kyle, it would all work out, as he closed the bathroom door, looking at the shadowy figure behind the shower curtains. He felt himself being aroused once more, as the steam swirled around. He hoped that when Kyle was his age, that he would be as much in love with Karen, as Tony was with Brian. That would be something.

 

Friday Night’s Fare

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Kenny lucked out, as he wheeled the battered old cab into the open spot, right smack in front of the door to the Gay Bar. He pushed a lock of his long blond hair back, off his face, and leaned back into the seat. He was early, but he’d wait, as Charles was one of his favourite fares. The man was nearly always plastered, but in picking him up every Friday night for the last five months, the man hadn’t once puked inside the cab.

Charles was maybe around the late forties, early fifties, and unlike other’s his age, he didn’t hit on Kenny. Oh he gave him compliments, but never with a leer, or with a side barb about coming up to his apartment, or to take a spin through the park. He acted like a gentlemen and he always left Kenny with a small tip.

He wasn’t a big spender, the cab fare was usually between 16 and 17 bucks, but he always handed him 20, telling to keep the change. It was nice, and he seemed to know when to talk, when to just sit back and let Kenny drive. Not all fares could sense when it wasn’t a good time to natter, but Charles did.

Charles didn’t really look bad for a man his age. He had a bit of a belly, but not so it was all that obvious. His clothes fit him, and he was a smart dresser, even when going to the bar. Usually a nice pair of dress slacks, clean shirt, and casual jacket. While he had dark hair, cut short, his face was angular, similar to Kenny. His nose was a bit hooked, but he had the darkest set of eyes Kenny had ever seen.

When Charles looked so squarely in the face, you could see the sparkle in them, but that was it. They seemed so alive, so penetrating, that it was hard to look him right in the face. It felt like you were being examined, examined in a way that you wouldn’t be able to keep anything from the man.

While his own eyes were a pale green, Charles’s eyes were a deep dark black, or so they seemed. He couldn’t help but notice them, even when driving. He would always glance back, and check them out. Funny, but every time he did look back, using the rear view mirror, Charles would be looking back. He would grin too, a rather attractive grin, and at those moments, Kenny found himself interested.

At those moments, he always felt weird. After all, he was half the guy’s age, at least. He wasn’t unattractive, and when he went clubbing, he rarely went home alone. Guys liked his look, his sort of rakish expressions, the way he appeared to be a bit dangerous, a bit wild. The long hair, the not painted on, but still tight clothes, that highlighted his masculinity, his lean muscular body, all added to his persona that made guys look twice, when he walked by. Frankly, he rather enjoyed the looks he got from guys his age, and even from the more senior patrons.

Still his preference were guys his age, usually a year or two younger or older, but rarely more than that. He just wasn’t into old, because he liked to have fun, to enjoy a fast pace, specially in the bedroom. He wasn’t one of those who liked to drop his pants, fuck, pull them up, then have a smoke. He liked to have his fun, prolong it as long as he could, and most of the old codgers he knew, well they usually shot their load within minutes of dropping their pants, assuming they could get it hard enough.

Mind you with all the dick drugs out there, he could imagine them keeping it harder longer, but for what? Not like being older meant they knew how to please, and he liked to be pleased, when it came to sex.

Yet looking at Charles, he rather figured he could please, and not need any little blue pills either. There was just something about him, about how he looked, that made him wish the guy would hit on him. It would be rather fun, to see just what was behind those dark sparkling eyes. Did Charles have the secret to pleasing a guy like him, or not?

Glancing to the door, he saw Charles coming out of the bar. He was staggering a bit, a clear sign that he had gone a bit past his limit. Shame, he wouldn’t have minded a bit of conversation, to try and get to know Charles a bit more, maybe even toss out a hint or two that he’d be agreeable to a pass.

As he expected, the drive was quite. Charles seemed to be off in another world. The occasional cough was the only indication that he was awake, even, and arriving at his house, he seemed hesitant, as if he really didn’t want to get out. He sat there, staring at the old building, the iron gate, as if it was the entrance to some prison or something. Kenny waited patiently, as this was his last fare for the night, but he felt strangely sorry for the man, wondering if he was okay.

Finally Charles aroused himself from whatever was troubling him, and reached into his pocket, thrusting two bills at Kenny. He thanked him, telling him to keep the change, and slowly climbed out of the cab, his stance a bit wobbly, but he managed to straighten up, making his way towards his front door.

Kenny waited, then looked down, to tuck what he thought was two ten dollar bills into the pouch under his shirt, when he hesitated. One of the bills didn’t look right, and he looked closer to see that it wasn’t a ten spot, but was a Hundred Dollar bill. He felt a bit flushed, as he held the bill in his hand, then glanced over at Charles making his way slowly up the front steps.

There was no way he had meant to give him the hundred, it was obvious he thought it was ten, and for a second he realized that Charles would never miss it. If he did, he’d not remember, or he’d think he spent it at the bar. Still, it didn’t feel right, and while he didn’t think of himself as a prude or a goody two shoes, he hesitated.

Looking down, he saw his hands tremble a little, as his mind told him to pocket it, as his mind told him the old drunk wouldn’t notice, but it didn’t feel right. Looking up and over at the man, he saw how he was struggling to get the door open, having trouble obviously getting the key into the lock.

Kenny opened his door, and got out, jogged a bit to the gate, where he called out to the older man, who turned to stare at him. His face looked a bit flushed, as he just sort of stared at Kenny, with a blank look.

‘Uh, sorry, but uh I think you gave me the wrong bills’

‘So you say, you gonna tell me they weren’t two tens?’

‘Yes, well, one of them was, the other wasn’t.’

‘I am not that drunk, you know? I mean you are a nice kid, I didn’t think you’d resort to such a trick, just because I am a wee bit tipsy, I can handle my booze young man, I am not just some old lush.’

Kenny stared up at Charles, his face a bit flushed. The man’s tone was definitely a bit acerbic, almost angry, which he had never experienced from him before. He also was a bit put out, to think that the guy would even suggest he would pull a stunt like that.

‘Uh it isn’t quite what you think Sir.’

‘Oh isn’t it? You going to tell me that other bill is a dollar, aren’t you?’

He was tempted to just tell the old guy to forget it, to just turn around and go back to his cab. If he really thought he was that dishonest, well screw the old fart, and he was wrong, he was just an old lush. But even as he told himself to turn around, he knew he couldn’t.

‘No, the other bill is a C Note, not a dollar, or a ten. I don’t rip off my fares, even if they are rude pricks.’

Charles stared at him, his mouth open a bit, as he peered into Kenny’s face. Finally he swallowed, muttered some sort of apology. Kenny didn’t really care what he had said, as he just asked him to give him the 7 dollars due.

‘Uh yes, yes, uh, let me get inside, turn some lights on, so uh, so we can sort this out.’

‘Yeah, fine’ was all he said, as he tried to control his anger, and to push back the strange feeling of being hurt. He didn’t know why, but it really bothered him that Charles would think that of him. He hadn’t given him any cause to think that way. It was really irking him, as he stepped inside. He didn’t notice how suddenly Charles had been able to find the lock and open it.

Inside, he was rather surprised at how neat everything looked. The entrance way had some pictures, and was actually spotless. There wasn’t dust on the frames, or on the little table, where Charles tossed his keys, and then stared at Kenny.

‘Well Kenneth, or do you prefer Ken, Kenny?’

‘Uh, Kenny, how did you know my name?’

‘Why from your hack license of course. I do check those things out, every time I get into a cab, a man can’t be too careful.’

‘I see, uh, here.’

He was a bit confused as he thrust the hundred dollar bill towards Charles. The man didn’t look like the type who would notice his hack license, least not remember what it said. Also, he didn’t seem so blitzed right now either, which was also a bit of a puzzle. And he seemed to be in no hurry to take the mistaken bill from Kenny’s out thrust hand.

‘Hmm, I think you can keep that.’

‘What?’

‘Small price to pay, for confirming my suspicions about you.’

‘Suspicion, hey what is going on here?’

‘Come into the side room, have a seat, and let me try to explain tonight to you.’

He felt a bit apprehensive, unsure what Charles was up to, but he put the hundred dollar bill in his pocket, for the moment. There was something odd, and he couldn’t help but notice how lucid Charles suddenly was. His speech wasn’t slurred, nor his gait unsteady as he led him into the side room.

It was a rather nice little room. The furniture looked not just comfortable, but rather pricey as well. There was a small side cart, with several fancy crystal bottles, and glassed, which is where Charles made his way towards.

‘Drink?’ he said, holding a fancy bottle of Scotch in one hand.

‘Uh okay, just a small one, I have to drive’

‘Yes, but then, I am your last fare for the night, so unless you have to rush off, let’s have a drink, relax, and I’ll explain my actions, if you don’t mind?’

‘Okay, yeah sure, uh, wait, how do you know you are my last fare?’

‘There are lots of things I know Kenny, a man in my position has to be careful, has to know about those around him.’

‘Uh look, I don’t know what is going on, but…’

‘Patience my young friend, give me some time to explain, all will be made clear to your satisfaction.’

‘Okay, I guess I can at least listen to what you have to say.’

‘Thank you, you are kind, as well as honest, Do you know how refreshing that is to find in a person these days? Let alone a most handsome one at that.’

Blushing a little, Kenny just nodded, sipping at the drink Charles had given to him. He was fond of Scotch too, which made him suddenly stop sipping. How the hell did Charles know to pour him a Scotch, without asking? He looked up at the man, to see those eyes peering at him. They looked so alive, so full of mystery that it made him shake a bit, as he put the glass down.

‘You seem to know a lot about me, why?’

‘Intelligent too I see, but…’

‘Thanks for the flattery, but uh, I really would like to know, why? What is this all about?’

Charles leaned back in his chair, and just stared at Kenny, over the top of his glass. He was sipping it, and yet, it was as if it was merely a prop. Something for him to fall back on, while he took his time having to answer any questions. In some ways, Kenny felt like he was at a job interview, and the palms of his hands were staring to sweat.

‘It is simple really, I would like to get to know you.’

‘Uh huh, by ‘getting to know me’ you mean have sex, don’t you?’

‘haha, straight to the point, like so many your age, but yes, while that is part of the meaning, it is only part.’

Now it was his turn to play for time, as he sipped his drink, keeping his eyes fixed on Charles. There was that little grin when he had been blunt, but it was how the eyes had lit up when he answered, that held his attention. He was interested, and despite the late hour, despite how it all started, he felt rather excited. There was a mystery to Charles, that was just waiting to be unravelled.

‘I am not for sale.’

‘Nor do I pay for sex, it happens, or it doesn’t, but there are no rewards afterwards, monetary or otherwise.’

‘Then why the games? If you want me, why not just ask?’

‘I am, in my way, as to the games, well it is no game for me. I have been disappointed too many times, I merely like to prepare, to not be surprised afterwards.’

‘I see, so this is your way asking if I’d like to sleep with you?’

‘Is that the term these days? Sleep with me, no, perhaps have a taste of your young body, yes. But I am a cautious sort, so for now, I merely am curious to see if you can satisfy an old Queen’s desire for some fresh cock.’

The mystery seemed to only get deeper. He could tell that there was a lot more to this, that Charles was looking beyond just sucking him off, which he found rather appealing. He squirmed a little in his seat, wondering what it would be like, to just whip it out, have it sucked?

‘Giving me that Hundred, that was no mistake, was it?’

‘No, it wasn’t.’

‘And if I had kept it?’

‘Nothing, but you didn’t, so that is not an issue, now is it?’

‘And now you want to give me a blow job? Bit of a leap that, isn’t it?’

‘Oh not really, I have always wanted to, from the first time I met you, as for the test with the money, well, as I said, I am the cautious type.’

‘And secretive’

‘Only for now, but if things work out, as I think they will, well, you’ll see.’

‘You are a bit of tease, you know that?’

‘Yes’

‘I am not into older men, least not usually’

‘I know, but you must admit, you are curious, as well as a bit interested, aren’t you?’

‘Yes, I am.’

‘Well then, how about we satisfy each other’s curiosity? Unless you want to think about it, or well, refuse?’

‘First things first.’

‘And that being?’

‘Take your hundred back, and give me the $7 bucks still on the meter’

Charles leaned forward, and took the offered bill back. His eyes were like tiny explosions of fire, as he stared into Kenny’s eyes. There was a sort of electrical charge in the room, as he reached into his pants, and pulled out a ten dollar bill, handing it to him. He had it all the time, and it was like this too was part of his test, his game. Yet, thinking about it, looking at all the stuff in the room, he understood the man’s reasoning. He didn’t agree, or think it was exactly nice, but he thought he understood.

‘Thanks’

‘You are welcome, now I suppose you will want to leave?’

‘Leave? Without satisfying my curiosity?’

‘But you gave me back the money?’

‘I told you, I am not for sale. Besides, you said you didn’t pay for sex? Or did you mean, you didn’t openly pay for it?’

‘Touché’

He saw the way Charles looked at him. There was no mistaking his interest, nor how thoughtful he looked. The little grin across his face only added to his charm, his mystery. For all of his talk, the man was acting more nervous than he was feeling. The way his lips kept being licked, the way he was wiping his hands, only made Kenny feel more attracted to him. There was indeed something special, and he decided it was time for him to take the lead. Besides, he was curious, could an older man like Charles satisfy him, let along keep up with him?

Kenny rose up, and for a second he was certain he saw a look of disappointment cross Charles’ face, but it changed to one of awe, as Kenny didn’t move towards the door. Instead he reached down to his groin, and rubbed it a bit, before unbuttoning his pants, sliding the zipper down, while Charles merely swallowed some saliva.

His legs trembled a little as he kicked off his runners, then slid his jeans down his legs, to rest at his ankles. Stepping out he noticed how Charles’ eyes were bulging, fixed to Kenny’s groin. The lump was very noticeable, as he brushed over his semi erect cock.

Bending down, he picked up his discarded pants, and turning he placed them neatly over the arm of the chair he had been sitting in. He could feel Charles’ eyes boring into his buttocks, feel them trying to see beyond the material of his boxer shorts. Kenny smiled as he reached out, to grab hold of his waistband, and he began to slide the shorts down his legs.

He heard Charles whimper a little, as he unveiled his firm cheeks. There would be a tell tale V shape, as he enjoyed his sun bathing, and had a nice tan line, showing he didn’t wear boxers while sunning. He could almost feel the excitement oozing from Charles, as he lifted each leg up, to let the shorts fall free of his feet.

Looking down, he could see that his strip tease was also exciting him. He was nearly full aroused, judging by the way his cock was sticking out. He smiled, wondering if Charles knew if he was cut or not? Looking over his shoulder, he could see the way Charles was looking, how he already had one hand near his own groin, as he enjoyed the view of Kenny’s butt.

‘You like uncut cocks Charles?’

His words startled the older man, who glanced up to look at Kenny. He merely nodded as he sat there transfixed by Kenny’s nude body. Slowly he began to turn, to let Charles see his front, and as he finally faced the older man, he could tell he was a hit. The man had a very pronounced bulge in his groin, equal to the stiff cock that stood out from his own groin.

Reaching down, he stroked his cock, pulling back the foreskin each time, to show the pink head hidden beneath. Each time the head peeked out, Charles would lick his lips. His hands were gripping the arms of the chair, as Kenny looked down at his cock. He took hold of it, shook it a bit, then sort of pulled it away from his body, sort of pushing it forward, directly at Charles.

His own eyes were flashing, as he realized Charles was in a recliner. Quickly he moved over, surprising the older man, and then he leaned over him, looking him squarely in the face. As he did, he search for, and found the handle, that he then pushed forward, making the chair recline. Charles was laying back, as Kenny climbed up onto the chair, his knees on either side of Charles.

The chair was a bit wobbly, and not very steady in supporting both Charles’ upper body, and his full weight. Yet he dared it, as he took hold of his hard cock, and stroked it in front of Charles. He heard the older man moan as he slid back down, so his back was resting on the man’s lap, his head dangling between the man’s spread open legs. His own legs were up in the air, on either side of the man’s head, as he closed his eyes, stroking his cock.

He felt the man’s hands against his thighs, as they clenched them, then slowly caressed him. Glancing upwards, he could see the man staring down at his bare crotch. Kenny squirmed a bit, as he tried to lift his body upwards, to slide up the man’s chest. He felt the two hands grip his hips, then pull while he pushed.

His crotch was as close as they could get it, which seemed close enough. Charles reached out and began to fondle the two large balls that rested on the older man’s upper chest. His fingers probed the sac, then moved to either side, caressing the moist flesh between the crotch and the thighs. Then the one finger moved further down, and slid down the valley between his two cheeks.

Kenny continued to stroke his cock, smearing the oozing pre cum over his burning skin. He felt the skin tighten, as he slowly moved his closed hand over and under his cock, while Charles lightly caressed his valley. The finger moved lightly between the two cheeks, barely brushing his flesh deep down between them. He groaned, feeling surprised by how sensual the touch felt, how light it was.

Every tiny hair between his cheeks seemed to be on edge, seemed to be moving by the lightest touch ever. His body was already tingling, a sure sign that he was aroused. His insides were aching, as if they knew what was to come, but weren’t letting the rest of him in on it. His legs trembled a bit, as the finger moved over his pink hole, making the muscles shiver. It felt like it was opening, and closing as if in a spasm, as the finger teased it, moving just around the fringes of the hole.

Lifting his head up, he could see the concentration in the face, then the desire glimmering in his eyes. He sank back down, his head aching, while his hand moved a bit faster along his pole. His skin was becoming warmer, and tighter, as he felt Charles’ finger barely brush over the centre of his hole. His legs seemed to jump, then stiffen, as the hand between his cheeks suddenly moved to hold his legs. They pushed them further apart, forcing Kenny to lay the flat of his feet onto the chair top.

He felt his hands leave his cock, and reach for his legs, to take hold of them just above the knees. Kenny felt his fingers dig into his flesh, then pull back, lifting his rectum up and moving it closer. His body began to quiver, as he heard and felt the man spit. Biting his lower lip, he stifled a groan, then pulled even more on his legs, opening his body as wide as possible. The chair creaked, but held, as he suddenly felt the warm breath blowing down the valley between his cheeks. He felt it waft across his hole, making the tiny muscles shiver, tingle even.

The first lick was light and quick. It went from just below his hole, to right up to the base of his balls. He groaned loudly, taken by surprise by the quick stroke, then as he started to collect himself, he felt the tip of Charles tongue against his skin. He could feel his breath, feel his nostrils breathing warm air between his cheeks.

The sound of his long groan surprised him, as he felt the tongue flick at him, then settle along his skin, and slowly but firmly lick up until it came to the hole, where it circled around a few times, then moved upwards once again. He felt the tip dig at his cock root, just under his balls. He groaned again, as the long began to move back down, still pressing firmly into his valley.

As it moved over his twitching hole, the tip darted forward briefly, spreading the muscle ever so slightly. He cried out, as the tongue moved away, back down the valley. He could feel his chest heaving, as the tongue suddenly was pressing between his cheeks, near and around his tiny pink hole. The edge was curled up, as it licked around the tiny muscles, flicking out at each one, tasting it, teasing it, as it circled, like a lion stalking its prey. He felt his legs tighten, felt his heart begin to pound, as the tongue lunged forward.

It struck his hole hard, splitting it open quickly and wide. The whole tongue was suddenly buried inside of him, and he cried out, stunned by the rolling waves of pleasure that surged into his body. His arms grew numb, as they held the legs up and apart. The knuckles became white, as blood was drained, rushing towards his cock, as Charles licked him deep and hard. The tongue pushed down deep, pushing the tiny muscles aside. It twisted and turned inside, touching every part of his lining, of his tunnel, making his whole body shake.

Just when he thought he couldn’t handle it, the tongue was suddenly out and licking at his balls. It tickled them, then he felt both balls being dragged, sucked into Charles’ mouth. The wet warmth enveloped them both, and he cried out, stunned by how quickly his balls were inside of the man’s mouth. His legs quivered, his heart pounded even harder, as the balls were released, one at a time. The room’s air cooling them quickly, but making his whole body tremble.

Back down his valley the tongue went, and once more penetrated his rectum. His toes curled in his socks, as the sensations grew more intense inside. His whole mind was feeling overwhelmed, as the tongue licked at his insides. Twirling and twisting, the tongue went deep inside, then back out, then down and up his valley. His cheeks were shaking, trembling really as the tongue licked at his cock root.

He wanted to grab hold of his cock, to stroke it, but he didn’t want to let go of his legs either. The different sensations were too much, as he groaned constantly. The man licked him, then tongue fucked him, then licked him again and again. Then back into his insides, to poke, prod, and turn his muscles into quivering wrecks of desire.

His head was twisting from side to side, when he felt the hand grab hold of his cock. His foreskin was taut, it was thick with the rushing blood from his entire body. The man’s head was wedged between his upraised buttocks, and now one hand held his manhood tightly in its grip. He cried out, as the hand moved up and down his cock, the tongue fucking his hole hard. The eyes closed tightly, as tiny explosions of lights flashed across the insides of his eyelids. His whole body was a massive rolling wave of tremors, that seemed unending. Charles kept his tongue licking, twisting inside of him, while his hand stroked Kenny’s cock, twisting it and pulling on it. His cock head was fully exposed, his balls ached, as his chest heaved from the lack of air, and from the pounding of his heart.

He was struggling for air, when he felt the explosion beginning. Kenny tried to hold it back, to deny Charles his taste, to prolong it, but he couldn’t. His body was no longer under his control, but was a slave to the old man’s manipulations. He felt his buttocks clenching and unclenching, as the tongue dug deeper. It was as if Charles had sensed the moment, and the dug dove in even deeper.

Kenny struggled to lift his head up, but he didn’t have the strength. His cries filled the room, as his body shook uncontrollably. It was like he was the epic centre of an earthquake. Every muscle shook, every nerve shrieked, as his body surrendered to the older man’s desire. His legs were numb, as his hand released them, as they banged the sides of the chair.

Yelling his surrender, he found the man beneath him moving, then felt the man’s hands pulling his body, spreading his legs even wider. Then he felt the press of warm lips over his cock head. It was too much for him, his control was totally gone. He surrendered completely, as he felt his body lurch up, felt the rush of his milk as it sped up from his scrotum, to speed through the centre of his throbbing pole.

As the last of his scream died off, he felt the explosion. Kenny could feel the lips tighten just under his cock head, around his burning shaft. His balls were deflating, as his first stream of milk came gushing outwards, into Charles’ mouth.

He heard the muffled moan, then felt the muscles of the man’s throat contract, then open. He felt the hands holding him tighten, dig deep into his flesh, as he bucked and heaved. His cum flooded the man’s throat, then mouth, then dribbled out around the corners of the man’s mouth. He could see it all through the haze of his amazement. His body was shaking, he could see the various muscles shivering, as the explosion took him completely. He felt it, saw it, and was stunned by its force. His whole body was still shaking, still trembling as the last of his milk dribbled out, as the man leaned back, cum dripping from his lips.

Kenny felt the ache in his chest, felt the wild beat of his heart, as he lay there. He also felt the same tremors, same shaking from Charles body beneath his. His eyes kept flickering open, to stare at the older man, to see his cum drying on the man’s lips and chin.

Gradually he felt strong enough, barely, to extradite himself from his upside position. He stood up shakily, then slowly collapsed onto the couch next to Charles. The man’s eyes were closed, but gradually opened and stared over at him. The thin smile on his face grew larger as he pushed the recliner back to its normal upright position.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, the older man stared at Kenny for several seconds. His eyes were sparkling, as he just looked. Kenny waited, wondering what was next. His own breathing was a bit more controlled, as finally Charles spoke to him.

‘Very Tasty, much better than I expected.’

Kenny leaned back in the sofa, exhausted, and pleased with himself. Maybe now, he’d find out what it was that Charles was really wanting from him.