January and June in Vail Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

January and June in Vail Ch. 02

... I've tried it. Lots of phonies and poseurs." Then he slipped his hand inside my belt, re-arranged my stuff and rested his warm palm on my rock hard dick. "I think I have just what this needs."

The drive home took only five minutes. Thank God. I was so aroused that I was going to explode in my slacks—and they were the only dress slacks I had brought. I unlocked the door, and Carlos pushed it open and me inside. He slammed me into the wall and attacked with kisses. I reversed position, and he jumped up, looped his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist, clinging tightly to me. So I walked us both to the bedroom.

I threw him on the bed and started tearing off clothes—his and mine. When he reached the square-cuts he was wearing, he slipped them off and held them in front of my face. I could smell and see the evidence of his arousal. He had a very devious expression on his face. "Where shall I put these, Daddy? I don't want to break any house rules so you have to punish me." He bunched them up and held them under my nose. Then he pulled them on me like a ski-cap.

Then I pounced, spreading my body completely over his, cocooning him with legs and arms as my cock fell easily into the vee that he had formed to receive me. We embraced and kissed, seeking to crawl inside each other, as my rigid cock stroked itself on his deeply cut abs. I thought to myself. This is my boy. My very own boy. I'm never going to let him go if I can help it.

Finally, I pushed myself up ...

... and rolled onto my side. Using a thigh; i moved his left leg forward rolling him half onto his belly. Then I reached down and using the ever-present Nordic Oil, began to open him up. He shuddered in absolute surrender and contentment as my chest pressed into his back, pinning him to the bed. My breath scoured the nape of his neck. Then I nipped a brand just below his collar bone. All while my rigid manhood slipped along his crevice, its head seeking entrance.

I positioned the head, slid in hard; which caused my hood to draw back and thicken the top of my shaft, as he always liked, and continued penetrating to his very core. In one stroke, I had bottomed. He moaned in pleasure and pushed his ass back into me wanting me even deeper. This was a new position for us—and I loved it. My cock was perfectly placed to maximize contact with his prostate and every stroke massaged it to life sending stimulating nerve shocks up his spine. I was showing my son, the physical therapist, that I had discovered another move, another position. I think he felt it too as he drew me steadily deeper inside. My left hand crawled over his pecs, then his abs and after brushing through his silky blonde pubes, grabbed the shaft. I was going to edge. I was pushing him to an intense anal orgasm with my cock and restraining it with my fist tightly wound around the base of his shaft, strangling the movement of his seed as the precum gushed from the slit.

I rolled onto my back, drawing him crab-like on ...