In the bedroom, Neal stands Lance beside the bed. In one swift motion, he yanks down Lance's cut offs and kicks them aside. His own disrobing is similarly swift. Clothing has become superfluous in their lives.
Two old men lie naked on what seems to have become their mutual bed, talking gently, smoking the smooth pot, touching each other lightly and often. Their nakedness together has become so common as to be their normal state when they are "in". Their familiarity with one another's aging bodies is profound.
Lance has been telling Neal about his work, his books. The current one, a sci-fi thriller titled TPC 2052, takes place in a future time when the electric company and the government are the same, but is essentially a love story. Incredibly, Neal has never read any of his books. Very quickly, Lance feels his narrative is dissolving into bragging. He segues into a long description of his life with Martha, their likes and loves, their trials and truths; his one instance of infidelity with his female publisher at the beginning of his fame. The heavy dues he had paid convincing his dear Martha to forgive, the years more it had taken her luscious body to forgive him.
Lance rises from their bed, crossing to the bathroom. Neal's eyes follow him across the room. He knows every tight muscle, every flabby ass cheek, every lump and bump and curve and whorl in Lance's body. It is impossible, even now, for Neal to be around Lance's naked body and not have his eyes drawn to that prodigious hunk of flesh swaying heavily between his legs. He imagines for a moment what it must have been like for Martha to have taken that giant organ into her body. A surge of sexual excitement flashes over him for a moment, his face hot and red.
Neal rises to meet lance as he returns. He pulls Lance's naked body against his, instantly aware of the massive presence against his own cock and balls. Softly, gently he kisses Lance full on the mouth, moves his face away. "No talking. No thinking. No analyzing, feelings only. Will you let me make love to you?"
The seriousness in Neal's eyes and voice create a huge lump in Lance's Adam's apple. He can barely speak. "Yes," he finally manages to murmur.
Neal slides to his knees, kissing neck, nipples, navel on the way down. By the time his lips encounter Lance's penis, it is turgid, throbbing. "I love the way you get hard so fast," Neal says, enclosing the swelling member with both hands. He extends his tongue fully, licking around and around the flared ridge, holding the long loose foreskin back with his hands. "I love all this," Neal says, moving the foreskin all around with his hands and licking over and under it. "I love the taste of you, the smell of your cock."
The lovers remain in this position for some time. Over and over again, Neal skillfully brings Lance to the brink of orgasm, then slows down, begins anew. Soon Lance's legs are shaking, his voice a keening wail. His legs give way and he falls back onto the bed. Neal follows, kneeling astride Lance's neck. He takes a firm hold on Lance's head. "Open," he commands, slowly sliding his hot wet dick into Lance's compliant mouth. He kneels straight up and, holding Lance's head firmly, fucks deep into Lance's throat over and over, setting up a natural fucking rhythm, the bed bouncing and shaking beneath them.
Lance assumes his role, sucking hard on the long, thin, hard cock that pierces him, rolling his tongue around and around inside his mouth. As Neal's thrusts quicken, thumping the back of lance's throat over and over, Lance fights the gagging sensation, holding Neal's cock tight with his teeth at its base and swallowing over and over. The sharp teeth, the swallowing sensation brings Neal's cock to new heights of exquisite aching ecstasy
Lanes reaches to cup Neal's firm ass cheeks with both hands, cheeks dripping with liquid from his cock and Lance's mouth, flowing across Lance's chin and neck and upper chest. Using the liquid as lube, Lance quickly insinuates his index finger into Neal's tight puckered ass hole. Neal jerks away from the invading finger, plunging his cock even deeper into Lance's throat. Lance's insistent finger follows, piercing deeper and deeper, twisting and turning, probing. Neal's thrusts now take on the frenzy of sexual insanity alternately plunging his cock forward into Lance's deep throat and thrusting his ass back onto Lance's thrusting finger.
When lance inserts the second finger, pushing deep, Neal cries out and spurts a quick dollop of cum into Lance's throat. Keeping both fingers seated deep, stroking the prostate, Lance grasps Neal's ass with his free hand and holds Neal's groin tight against his face. Neal falls forward, supporting himself with his hands above Lance's head and Immediately looses a stream of cum. Lance sucks hard, drawing a steady stream of cum from Neal's Prostate.
After a very short time, Lance is forced to push Neal's body from his face, oxygen being necessary to sustain life. Neal rolls off Lance, pauses only a moment, then rolls again, onto all fours. He lays his head on the pillow, ass sticking up in the air, cock still dripping onto the mattress below. He looks back under his left arm at Lance. "Do it," he says simply, "fuck me!"
Lance is taken aback at first by Neal's act of submission. He moves to comply with his lover's request. Using the flat of both hands, he begins to massage the tight round globes of Neal's ass. Leaning forward, he plants a sweet soft chaste kiss in the middle of each cheek. The scent of his partner is strong: the sharp tang of athletic sweat blended with Neal's faint sandalwood oil, the cloying bleachy odor of spent cum and a hint of raw ass. The smell inflames Lance, his cock pulsing and jumping for attention. He takes its solid mass in hand and lays it atop Neal's backside, at the base of his spine.
Neal gulps. Lance's cock is a heavy living presence, lying atop him, throbbing and jerking.
Lance takes it slow and easy, tenderly caressing Neal's butt and the backs of his legs with both hands, then running the back of one finger oh so lightly from the base of Neal's balls to the top of his crack. Lance leans and covers Neal's ass and the backs of his legs with hundreds of tiny nipping bites, licks and sloppy kisses. Neal's legs are trembling, his breath coming in short noisy bursts. "M..more...m...more," he manages to eke out.
Lance reaches from behind and draws Neal's long slender beautiful cock and full, tight balls back between his legs. Holding them cupped there in one hand, he slides his own massive member down along the ass crack to nestle and rub with Neal's, then back up, then down again. With each passage up and down Neal's crack, lance's large cock leaves an ever increasing tail of slick pre-cum.
Twice, Neal attempts to thrust himself back at Lance's advancing cock, but Lance restrains him. Lance cannot bring himself to actually tongue Neal's ass crack to moisten it, so he positions his mouth at the deep indentation at the very top, kissing and nipping and slobbering, his saliva running down Neal's crack to mingle with the pre-cum already deposited. Slowly, very carefully, Lance uses two fingers to smear the slippery liquid all around, and slightly into Neal's tight pink puckered ass hole All the while, Lance's other hand maintains its grip on Neal's cock, now restored to its full hardness, stroking it, now rapidly, now soft and slow again, sliding the tight foreskin on and off it's glistening pink head.
"Go ahead, do it. Please," Neal implores.
"Ssh, ssh," is Lance's only reply
Very cautiously, Lance explores, inserting one finger up to the first knuckle.
"Whoo," Neal breathes.
