January and June in Vail Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

January and June in Vail Ch. 01

... little longer while I thought about what had just happened. I wanted to hold his cock. The first man's cock other than my own that I had touched since my teens. And I wanted to massage his spunk into his cock.

He stretched out over me, his head on the armrest. I spread the convenient soft throw over us as we gazed at the fire--and as my hands diddled with his cock and coddled his balls. After a few minutes, he reached his arms around me and our lips met. Our tongues dueled for some minutes as I felt the life returning to his penis. Of course, he would be ready again. He was a boy! And the musk was filling the warm space around us. I rolled him into my lap, and his lips moved immediately to my cockhead. My fingers moved to his cleft and his rim. I worked it a bit, wet the finger with saliva and penetrated. He moaned and squirmed in pleasure and raised his ass to urge me deeper. He was ready for round two.

Then I realized that I wanted him to fuck me. To this day, I'm not sure where that idea came from. It was not in the plans. But, I wanted to feel him inside. Then maybe this Daddy-stuff would go away. By then, he was hard again, and it turned out so was I. It had been years since I had recovered so quickly. This boy was definitely an aphrodisiac.

"It's your turn Carlos. I want you to fuck me. But go slow. I'm not very experienced." (Hell, I was an anal virgin, but he didn't need to know that yet.) "But not on the table. Let's go to my room." I pushed him off, and he ...

... helped me to rise from the sofa. I led the way to the room, stretched out on my back and motioned him to begin.

"Are you sure, Daddy?"

"Dammit, fuck me boy. I want to feel you inside."

He pulled me to the edge. Then he knelt and brought me to full erection with his lips as his fingers began their work.

His hands moved to the taint, then the rim. The fingers were slick with the Nordic oil. His index finger penetrated. "Just like a banker. Tight ass! Sorry, I couldn't resist the comment. I don't get to use it often." I snickered, and the finger invaded another inch. He pulled it back, coated it with lube again and tried again. This time he was in, touching the base of the prostate. I sighed loudly. "Guess I found the hot spot, Kelly." Over the next few minutes, he opened me, swirling and scissoring fingers, adding a few more, caressing the love nut repeatedly, ultimately finger-fucking my hole while his long hard dick waited impatiently for its turn. I was moaning, groaning, whimpering, whining. I guess I'm not going to be a silent fuck bottom.

"It's time Carlos. Put Carlito in. Sorry, I too can't resist the chance to show off my limited Spanish."

"Well Mr. Kelly McAllister, I think you're about to regret insulting my cock. My friends call him Gordito. He's not 'ito' anything else." With those words, he wrapped, lubed again, and started to press the head at my entrance. I was ready, but it still stung, for only a few seconds. He pushed harder, slipped past the ...