January and June in Vail Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

January and June in Vail Ch. 02

... week. Thought a threesome was a remote possibility. I was really surprised and real pleased when I discovered you would be alone. That we were going to be alone together. I hoped you might be open to some fun. I sure was. I really like older men."

"I knew the second we met that I was going to be under you before the week was over. You project that mature confidence that young guys like me crave. And with that body and that dick! You're a natural top, Daddy. Even on the slopes the guy who started as newbie has within two days become a man of confidence on the mountain. There's nothing about you that suggests anything but self-confidence and success. I've had a Daddy complex ever since mine died when I was seven. I like to be taken by older men. It's my obsession. With young guys, it's a contest—and I usually win and top. With older guys, I'm happy to sub. And you are some man, Kelly. Oh, fuck. Go ahead. I believe you. Go bareback. I want to feel that cock in my chute. But, I want it hard and rough, Daddy."

I couldn't believe my luck. Was I dreaming? This beautiful boy was begging me to fuck him. And he was going to let me do it bare. I motioned him to the bed. He climbed on, shoulders down, legs vee'd, ass raised in invitation. It was a stunning and unexpected display of submission from a guy I had pegged as macho-personified. I had assumed the massage table fuck was a fluke—or maybe marketing by a pro. He really wants me. I guess I really am a stud!

I stepped up ...

... behind and began to massage the Nordic Spring Oil into his muscled bubble butt. It was just a little soft on the surface, but rock hard below. Deep hip dimples caused the gluteus muscles to bunch into hand-sized holders. I easily gripped them, began the slow massage and pulled them apart as my tongue reached out to wash his rim, curled and plunged in. He gasped in pleasure. But, he was tight and I could go no further. So I coated my fingers and began to open him. He was squirming in pleasure. Then my mouth was back. For once, I was pleased that my facial hair was soft. I wasn't irritating. I was soothing. And our heat was vaporizing the Nordic Oil so the blended aroma of the oil and his musk was inebriating. He tasted and smelled so good—young, virile, clean and on the edge.

"I'm ready, Daddy. Put that fucker in." So I moved closer and my engorged bulb slipped past the ring as the hood drew back. I froze to await his go-ahead. But he was having none of this. He wanted it fast and rough. He backed into me violently—almost throwing me from his back. But fortunately, my hands were under, fisting his dick and balls. I held on. I obviously had a power bottom—although my inexperience didn't realize it at first. And then I realized I had already bottomed. I could feel the second ring and my balls bounced heavily on his. I think maybe my silky pubes were tickling. He began to laugh and then he pushed back even harder—turning the tickle into a thrust as he landed in my lap. My cockhead ...