Thirty eight. Still a virgin...in a way. Oh, I had dipped into a few ladies in my youth, and kind of enjoyed it. Some of it, anyway. Of course, there was the time I got a raging headache just after foreplay - and had to leave her high and dry. Now I know what caused the headache. I was a young closeted gay man, and being 'that way' with a woman went against my grain. Migraine. I had a migraine and had to leave her! Before that, even though my first real sex was with another woman, and I did enjoy it, I knew that ejaculating inside of her was the destiny of men, but not of this man, not me. I resolved to find my way.
"Will you laugh at me?" Keirin is my neighbor's son. He is eighteen. Sandy brown hair, muscular build, cute face, great ass. He has been visiting me since his family moved in two months ago. He has a crush on me. It is very obvious.
"No. There is nothing to laugh at, Keir. I know how you feel, but trust me, you have nothing to be ashamed of." I just touched a nerve in my young friend, and tears are welling up in his soulful blue eyes.
"Nobody wants me, Doug. They seem to like me, but we never get past superficial stuff. You're the only one..." I put a hand on his shoulder and gently squeeze.
"I bet most of your friends would love to make it with you, K, but with little to no experience, their fear gets the best of them. I speak from my own experience. You were brave enough to tell me how you feel, today, at eighteen...it has taken me twenty years more than that to finally speak out." My smile gives reassurance. His smile is good payback. Though I could stay lost in his gaze for days, Keirin's eyes are slowly closing as he closes the distance between us. I feel the softness of youthful lips on mine. I sense the timidity of inexperience; and the determination of lustful adventure in his kiss. The scent of his young body is wafting deep into my brain's emotional control center...and I am losing complete control of my senses!
"I want it to be you, Doug. With you there's no teasing. No horseplay. We just click. Please say you will." I had told Keirin that if he tried to kiss me, I would let him, without laughing. Now that we have passed that first test, he is pressing me further. Not further than I want to go, just further.
"Okay, but only if you are certain. If this gets out, I probably will be called a cradle robber. You are testing my resolve at age appropriateness, young man!" He is beaming. I have already undressed him with my eyes, more that once. Now it seems that Keirin will have me make real what my fantasies hold dear.
"I am. I'm ready right now, if you are?" I could spill my history for the next hour in answer to his query. Or I can just go with my newly freed instincts and take this young buck exactly where he wants to go.
"Let's do it."
Part 2 -
The inside of my house is warm on this fine Summer day. The warmth is the reason for the tank top and shorts that cling tightly to Keirin's body. He fills out both with the kind of fullness a man of his age finds easy to do. Weights and pushups are a way of life with young men. Their emerging manhood, fueled by buckets of testosterone, makes it fairly easy to get, see, and show off rewarding results for their efforts. And does it ever show on Keirin!
"You are one very hot young stud, Mr. Faircub."
"Thank you, Mr. Traynor. I feel very safe with you. And very turned on, as well!" With that, Keirin whips off his tank top. He does so quickly, but I only see it in ultra slow motion. My mind is savoring every movement of his strong arms, reeling as pecs and hard nipples are revealed, and fairly drowning in waves of sexual desire at the sight of his moist and hairy pits.
"Keep them up, please." I take the shirt from his upstretched hands, and toss it to the bedroom floor. His body is warm and his tight skin glistens with a slight sheen of silky sweat. My tongue connects with the bottom of his lat, and slowly laps up to find its way into a sultry forest of pithair, sprouting from the very epitome of manly flesh. I really love nuzzling in this cave of youthful delights. My mind fills with a desire to nuzzle a lower area of hairy treasure, as well. All in good time, I tell myself. All in good time.
"Uh. Uh. That feels... UNNNH!" Biting gently on a nipple has him writhing nicely.
"D...D...Doug! I'm gonna blow it if you keep this up!" That gives me an idea.
"Ever blow one before?" He and I may have a different idea of what we both mean in this verbal exchange. He looks puzzled, then starts to laugh. Keirin is blessed with a beautiful mouth. He shakes his head from side to side.
"Whip it out." I am out of my jeans in a flash. I am wearing red low rise bikini briefs, and they are visibly soaked with precum. As I start to reach for the waistband, a no longer shy Keirin brushes my hands away.
"Let me." He is wide-eyed as he pulls down the briefs, and sees my fullness emerge. I know all about pent-up emotion and the needs of a sexually starved mind and body. At some point, all inhibition is left behind in the furtive pursuit of satisfaction. Keirin is at that point now. "Oh, man. Not as big as me, but really nice!" With that, my young cub takes the position on his knees; and as he fists my manhood, a warm and inviting mouth is opening, and closing the distance to the pearl of fluid at my cock slit. "Mmmm." His outstretched tongue is lapping at my slit, and as he savors the taste of me, I shiver with his delicate touch.
"Let me just..." As if reading my mind, Keirin pushes down on my hips, and I am seated on the edge of my bed. It's a non-verbal statement of his desire to take his time with this part of our tryst. "Now it's me who is reaching a limit, K." He has me fully into his mouth, tongue-lashing my swollen cockhead. He lifts up and smiles at me.
"Good. Guess we are both ready to finish." Keirin is correct. How can such a devilish smile be on such an angelic face?
"Your choice. What will it be?" I have asked, and Keirin is answering with what he does next.
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