January and June in Vail Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

January and June in Vail Ch. 02

... felt the wonder of having a warm loving body molding into mine. It caused me to feel very protective. Very fatherly. Often he'd reach up to run his hands through the soft hair on my furry pecs. His lips would suckle my nipples, and as they moved to my lips, they would be replaced by strong fingers. Electricity would shoot through me as he teased them into hardness that lit up my body with expectation. Next he would flip and I would begin to open him with thickly lubed fingers as his lips suckled on my penis. His golden curls would fall over his eyes and ears, like a cute little puppy in my lap. When we were warm and hot, we'd take our beers to bed where I would make slow love to my golden boy, usually missionary.

We had moved from quick, starved, violent fucks (on my part) to slow languorous love making. I had never enjoyed entering another human being so much. He was responsive, and I in turn learned his pleasure points. He wanted a hard full penetration and bottom. Then I could withdraw and repeatedly pound his prostate until he begged for release. That was my signal to go deep and release his legs that would wrap around me pulling our chests together. I would strain to fill him deep and full. He'd whimper in ecstasy. I would fire from the bottom of my gut. And he'd respond by coating our chests with his fragrant boy-cum. Each day it was a little different, but a few things persisted. He always wanted pain at the entrance. He always asked permission to cum. The sex was ...

... always smoking hot. And I had more lusty desire than I had ever had in my life. I was a fucking teen again!

The food was good—a different quality place every night. The conversation was wonderful. And the companionship was more than I ever could have hoped for. I was falling hard for this guy. Our physical connections were morphing into genuine affection. I wanted to help. To make him feel for me. And to enjoy being with me. Perhaps for the first time in years, I was beginning to think about someone else's happiness. I didn't need to consider my own. I was on top of the world. I know we were getting looks, but most people just assumed we were father and son although we looked nothing alike. After all, there are so many second and third marriages and step children these days—so different last names really didn't matter.

On a few nights, I insisted that he take me. He always seemed to be a bit reluctant, so I insisted. He would push me over onto my belly. He obviously didn't want to stare into my face. That would make it too real, too personal. He would eat me until I groaned in pre-orgasmic pleasure, lube, finish with deep violent thrusts into my chute. Then he would demand snuggles and nesting in my spoon. When he fucked me, he needed reassurance and some demonstration of my continuing approval—and maybe my love.

At dinner on the next to last night, I joked that I was ready to adopt him. He smiled broadly. "Not a chance, Kelly. That would make it incest. And I don't ...