January and June in Vail Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

January and June in Vail Ch. 02

... slipped past the second ring as he did so. He gasped and then I felt the moisture he was releasing inside. Never before I had felt so powerful and so in control. Taking the cue, I pushed him back on his knees and started the pistoning that would caress and tease his prostate and open him deeply. His moaning was becoming a symphony of pleasure as he begged me to fuck him deeper and harder.

"I'm cuming, Daddy. I'm cuming. May I? Are cuming with me?"

I was also ready. Was he asking my permission to cum? Nobody could keep me from this date with destiny. I started to contract my ab muscles. Then I plunged, bottomed again, felt his muscles milking me and blew out my spunk, filling his cavity with my seeds. "Boy, I give you permission. Cum with Daddy." He collapsed on the bed with the force of my thrust, and I followed, plugging my stuff deep inside. I could feel his energetic spasms. And soon his spunk was dripping from my fists. So I withdrew them from his dickhead and brought them to my lips. I really loved the taste of his young virile spunk. And I really liked being buried alive, bare and hard in his tight young chute. My cock twitched a few times, like an aftershock, and he pushed out a few more drops. I realized that I was still rock hard when he pushed his ass back into me in response. I reached around, spread my legs and trapped him beneath me, plugging my man juice deep in his gut.

I began to wonder, no dream. How can I keep this boy for myself? He's out of my ...

... league. But, he's the one who has been demanding that I take him. He seems to want me to dom, or at least to take charge. There must be more to this story. Maybe we'll talk over dinner. But I wasn't going to spoil this. If he wanted a top, an alpha, a Daddy, even a dom, I was definitely going to make sure I filled the role. I was going to have at least a week of total pleasure.

Finally, I withdrew and went to get warm moist towels to clean us up. "We can shower again later. I want to smell our testosterone through dinner, boy." ("Boy?" Where did that come from? Perhaps the same place his "Daddy" came from? A mystery that must be unwound.) Afterwards, I climbed back in and pulled up the duvet. I was again the big spoon. And he seemed content to nestle silently into me until it was time to dress and go. In just two days I had gone from cautious bi-curious to a power top for one of the handsomest young guys that I had ever seen. Who could have guessed that was who I am?

That night I had booked the nice restaurant at Ye Olde Alpine Hotel. They had valet parking. So we drove over. We were a little early and went to the dark and comfy "Rod and Gun" bar where stuffed game and fish were the main décor. I ordered a Grey Goose martini straight up with lemon, and to my surprise, Carlos asked for the same. The bartender asked for my "son's" ID. It had been a long time since my date (Date? Really?) had been carded! The bartender studied the license carefully, apparently not really ...