I am an old guy, by age, though my body is that of a younger man - lithe, athletic, toned. The belly is, unlike most of my age, very flat and sexy with a proper treasure trail. Never extremely hairy, I still have the pit and bush fluff that used to appeal to me in my youth. Youth. What a waste that is on the young!
"Eighteen. Last week, in fact." Gedrun, a foreign exchange student, has been settling in to my place for the past few days. He is, well, nothing short of hot!
"You look older than that, Ged. I mean, more mature." He's smiling at me.
"I've been around." I have no idea exactly what the hell that means, but I am definitely intrigued. At this point in my life, never having taken the full opportunity to make it with a guy in my youth, I now am fixated on making it (at my age)....WITH a youth! My mind returns from its wandering and focuses again on Ged, who is looking at me quizzically.
"Mr. Brocton..." I cut him off.
"Ben." As I playfully tickle Ged in his sensitive belly, I add: "Ben. Ben. Ben. When will you learn, dear boy?" He is doubled over with laughter. I am enjoying the contact. In an attempt to push me away, Ged brushes his arm at my crotch. What he feels there stops him in his tracks. I am a large man.
Part 2 -
I have seen Ged's body. Most of it, that is. On the day that he arrived, after settling in a bit, he took a dip in my in-ground pool. I was never a big fan of pools in my younger days, but I had it put in for the relaxation I knew it would provide.
"Oh, Mr. Brocton! This is wonderful!" It sure is - wonderful to gawk at this new hunk who will be living with me all semester.
"Ben. Call me Ben." What a body! Some guys just fill out quickly, not needing extra years of workouts to do the trick. Gedrun is that kind of guy. His height is that of mine, right at 5'10". His skin and complexion are flawless, with auburn hair contrasting nicely to his peaches and cream skin tone. As he glides effortlessly through the water, with long languid strokes, I start to feel aroused.
"Come on in!" If he only knew what I was thinking!
"Not now, Gedrun. I have to...deal with something. Maybe later on. Join me for lunch in an hour." I quickly turn back to the house; and the splashes I hear tell me that Gedrun has a lot of energy to expend in the pool. That's a very good sign.
I can count on Gedrun being punctual. That gives me enough time to take care of business. As I lay naked on my bed, feather touches getting me hard, my imagination is free to run wild with thoughts of my new house guest. It matters not if he is into men. It matters a lot that I certainly am. Just as I start to taste my first flow of precum, savoring its silky sweetness, I hear a shout from the yard.
"Mr. Brocton! Can I have a beer?" In our tour of my property, Gedrun remarked favorably when he saw the poolside fridge stocked with drinks. Beer and sex. What else do eighteen year olds have on their minds? I decide not to hide my nakedness, and go to the open window overlooking the pool.
"Sure. Just stop at two, please. I have no intention of nursing a drunken student." Why do I lie? With his arms hugging the edge of the pool, a broad smile slowly takes over from the look of surprise he had when he first saw me at the window. Then, with an easy strength, Gedrun slowly pulls his muscular form from the suction of the water. It flows down his body in rivulets of glistening silver strands in the glow of this sunny day. His eyes never leave mine, until he turns, still smiling, towards the poolside fridge.
Back to the business at hand, I am even more aroused with these recent visuals than with those solely in my imagination. I do love the taste of precum. Mine flows easily when my wet fingers gently rub the tight skin that encases my glans. Then, a brief flick of a finger at the slit, and I have all of the clear and oozing fluid I desire. My imagination quickly kicks in again, and this time it is the cock of Gedrun that I am caressing. His swim suit, wet as it is, has revealed the outlines of a prodigious piece of manhood to me. Yet I strain to imagine more. What shape does it take? What size are his testicles? Do they hold tightly to his body, or hang free and low for me to suck on. Exactly what shape is his cockhead? Can I get the tip of my tongue into his slit? I am now close to climax, just with these thoughts alone.
"I'll shower and meet you for lunch, Mr. Brocton." He yells up to my room, and the sound of his deeply rich voice takes me over the edge into ecstasy. I moan with great abandon, caring not if Gedrun hears me. Hoping that he does. The amount of ejaculate that has pooled on my body startled me for a moment. I remember fondly the night I edged for four hours at my own age of eighteen, and the massive fountain of cum that erupted from my rock hard shaft. Sadly, I never experienced that exact sensation again. Knowing that Gedrun would soon be ready for lunch, I head to the shower to reluctantly clean my dripping batter and watch as it forms stringy strands at the drain. I think how nice it would be to not have to clean away such a treasure. I think how nice it would be to suck it all down into my stomach. I only tasted my actual spunk once. It was nice. The thought occurs to me that sucking a man to climax, and swallowing his load, could be very pleasant, indeed. Then I hear a shout.
"Ready, Mr. Brocton!" I picture my face at Gedrun's crotch, my nose buried deeply into his lush and fragrant pubic bush. His engorged cock fills my hungry throat to the max. As wave after wave of his hot semen pumps into my belly, I....
"Be right down, son!" I quickly put on some shorts and a tee. To my surprise, I am once again 'in fullness'. Though the sex has all been in my head, thus far, I am now alive and excited for the first time in years. As I descend the stairs to meet Gedrun, I decide that I want his ass! I literally want to plow his young ass and make him squirm under me. I want to hear him beg me to fuck his body and breed his hungry hole. The last stair shakes these thoughts from my feverish mind, and I see Gedrun sitting at the counter, wearing only a pair of tight and skimpy tan shorts.
Part 3 -
That day at the pool was an eye-opener for me. Now that we have stopped our uncontrollable laughter, I ponder on his "I've been around" comment. Surely he saw me exposed at the window. I know he must have felt my fullness just now as his arm brushed by my crotch. I'm going to press this a bit.
