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Bus Ride to Albany

The Port Authority Bus Terminal in New York City, circa 1971, was a very cold and sinister place to hang around, and I made it a point to spend as little time as possible there while waiting for my bus.

I was 18 years old and alone, and while I had grown familiar enough with the city to navigate to and from my Aunt Elle’s home in Queens, once I entered that dank and dismal bus terminal, I kept to myself as much as possible, and held onto my gym bag very tightly.

Then as now, I was not exactly an imposing physical specimen. At 5'7" and barely 120 pounds, I always considered myself an easy mark for any and all predators. With my light brown hair left fashionably long, it was not unusual to get grief from many different angles, and given my boyish, Bobby Sherman-ish looks, going to the men’s room in such a place was a real adventure.

So when this woman sat next to me and struck up a conversation, it was a welcome diversion for me as we passed time. Waiting for the same bus gave us something in common, even if nothing else about us did.

I was 18, and I figured her to be near 50, even if she was nicely preserved. We were about the same height and probably the same weight as well. She lived in a suburb of Albany just as I did, although her home was on the other side of the city.

Meg was her name, as I soon found out, and she was a widow who had a son just about my age who was off to college.

“My son is a handsome young man, too. All the girls are wild about him, and I’ll bet you have them lined up after you too, don’t you Kenny?”

Actually, I had been doing rather well in that department, but I wasn’t much on talking about it then, figuring that discretion would serve me better than broadcasting my exploits.

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” I said shyly.

“Me sitting here with you is probably scaring most of the young ladies away,” Meg chuckled. “They probably think that I’m your Grandma or something, or else they would be all over you.”

“I don’t think so,” I laughed, and I was dressed rather shabbily to be attracting girls. Clad in a purple tie-dyed t-shirt and baggy shorts and sandals, I looked like just about every teen-aged boy of the era.

Meg, on the other hand, was dressed rather nicely in a bright pink pantsuit. Her hair was a brilliant silver that looked dazzling on her, and she obviously took a great deal of pride in her appearance. She seemed rather fit too, and I was left to ponder what she had been like back when she was my age.

Hell, I thought to myself, even today she certainly wouldn’t have been someone I would have thrown out of bed. I attributed part of my appraisal to the fact that I had spent a couple of days with my Aunt Elle and Uncle Tom, away from any temptations of the flesh. That was way too long at time for me at 18, as my hormones were raging at full speed 24/7.

The 7 p.m. bus to Albany was now loading, or at least that was what we thought the garbled public address system seemed to indicate, so we went out to board with the handful of others going upstate. Meg had a suitcase she was rolling behind her, and since I only had my little overnight bag, I boarded the bus while Meg had her luggage placed in the storage area below.

I headed toward the back of the bus, happy to see that since there were so few passengers, it was unlikely that I would be stuck sharing a seat with someone. Throwing my bag up in the overhead, I settled into my window seat and tried to make myself as comfortable as I could for the almost three hour trip.

“Kenny?” asked a soft voice, breaking me out of the daze I had been in as a watched the hustle and bustle of people heading to and from buses. “Would you mind terribly much if I sat with you?”

“Oh, no - of course not,” I replied, looking up at my new friend Meg, who was standing in the aisle looking down at me hopefully. I slid over to give her room as she eased in next to me.

“You never know who you’ll get stuck sitting next to,” Meg said, and I had to agree with that, having had a couple of unpleasant seat partners in the past.

Besides, she was a nice lady and certainly didn’t take up much space. Smelled nice too, I noted as her delicate scent filled my nose once again.

We talked for a few minutes, and then as the interior lights of the bus went off and we started moving through the city, we grew silent and I let myself begin to drift off to the rhythm of the tires on the road.

A few miles into the trip, Meg squirmed a bit to make herself more comfortable, kicking up that nice aroma again, and shortly there after I felt her head ease down on to my shoulder. It felt so warm and soothing that I let the woman use me as a pillow for the time being, and soon nodded off myself.

I came out of my nap just as the bus flew by that milepost on the Thruway. What had roused me out of my sleep was Meg. The lady had burrowed her face onto my shoulder and was now facing me. In her sleep, her hand had come to land on my bare knee.

I was tempted to wake Meg up, or move around so that she would become aware of how she had come to be climbing over me, in a way, but I didn’t want to embarrass her. Besides, it felt nice to have this little bit of affection, even if it was accidental.

Those mileage signs were posted every ten miles, but I hadn’t fallen back asleep and we hadn’t reached the ALBANY 110 milestone yet when I felt it. Meg’s hand. Moving. Almost imperceptibly, but moving nonetheless.

The woman’s hand began sliding ever so slowly up from my kneecap, and as it did I felt my breathing grow louder and more rapid. In response, Meg seemed to sense that I was no longer napping, and wiggled closer to me.

As her fingers traveled up my hairless thigh, goose bumps formed in their wake, and when her hand reached the hem of my shorts, she slowly retraced the path as had just made, this time with her fingernails.

I involuntarily gasped as the woman’s hand went back up and down again, and I was glad that I wasn’t wearing underwear beneath my shorts because it was getting plenty crowded down there as it was.

The next time the woman’s hand went up my thigh, it didn’t stop where my shorts started. Instead, she ran her hand along the inside of my thigh, and she seemed shocked when she found the tip of my now erect cock almost right away. We both gasped as she ran her hand along the bulge from the tip all the way down to the base.

“I can’t believe that’s all you, Kenny” Meg murmured as she continued to stroke my cock through the fabric.

I groaned and moved around in my chair to allow the woman to get a better handle on things, finding this much more enjoyable than a nap or surveying the darkness outside the windows. Doing a quick survey of the nearby area, I remembered there was a man sitting across the aisle and a row behind us, but he was snoring lightly. No one directly in front of us either, but a couple of people were a row further up. All this made the act even more exciting to me.

“Oh,” I moaned softly, wanting to let Meg know that I was enjoying what she was doing.

“You like what I’m doing to you, honey?” she whispered, her spearmint breath hot in my ear.

“Yes,” I answered in a ragged voice.

“Don’t be scared, Kenny,” Meg said, apparently mistaking my shaky voice for nerves. “Can’t believe how big you are - you’re huge!”

If you’ve read any of my other stories, you’re familiar with my rather unique endowment. Meg wasn’t exactly accurate in her description - my penis is not huge. It’s long. Exceptionally long. It’s also incredibly thin. Suffice to say that if it were half as long and twice as thick, it would be pretty average. While there were times when I did wish it were so, I imagine it wouldn’t have gotten nearly as much use that way either.

“Feels nice,” I said finally, certainly not going to argue the point with the woman, who seemed to be enjoying what she was doing as much as I was.

“Lift yourself up, Kenny.”

I raised my hips as she asked, and she tugged my shorts down far enough to free my cock. After the elastic waistband passed mt member, it sprang back and slapped against my stomach, leaving me very exposed in the darkness.

Meg’s hand took hold of my cock and began to slowly pump it, leaning her head towards mine and kissing me. I returned the affection, and while I initially felt like I was kissing my aunt, the fact was that my aunt never stuck her tongue in my mouth while stroking my cock. Besides, the woman could really kiss.

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Meg’s finger slid along the taut ridge on the underside of my cock and right up the to the gumdrop sized crown, which was oozing seed. She rubbed the pre-cum over the tip, making me shiver and probably drool some more.

Without a word, Meg leaned down and took my cock in her mouth. The warm wetness made my cock surge and get even harder. Her lips slowly slid down the shaft, effortlessly taking in more than half of me before going back up to the tip.

Gripping the armrest of the seat, I looked out the window while Meg continued to go down on me. She was obviously very experienced at this and was doing an incredible job, especially considering the awkward situation.

Meg had a hand wrapped around the base of my dick, and gently rotated her fist as she sucked the rest of it. She wasn’t trying to make my cum, but seemed content to keep me in my blissful state of excitement.

From the front of the bus, I saw a shadow rise out of their seat and begin making his way back toward us. I pulled Meg up off of me before he got back to our area, and once Meg realized why I had done that, she leaned back in her seat and pretended to be sleeping while I covered myself up with my hands.

The guy, on his way to the bathroom behind us, was too busy trying to navigate the narrow aisle while the bus was rolling, and didn’t even glance towards us. We heard the door open, the bathroom light briefly illuminating us before the door clicked behind him.

We giggled quietly as we waited for the guy to get done and go back to his seat, and Meg reached down and grabbed my still stiff cock to keep my interest level high.

“You must think I’m really something,” Meg whispered to me. “I’ve never done anything like this before. It’s just that something came over me.”

“I’m glad it did,” I whispered back.

After the guy got done in the bathroom and went back to his seat. Meg went back to work. The bobbing of her head seemed synchronized with the sounds of the tires running over the seams of the highway, and I slid my hand under her silver hair and rubbed her neck softly.

The bus had passed the ALBANY 80 milepost a few minutes ago, and I wondered if Meg could keep giving me head all the way home. A better question would be whether I could keep from cumming that long.

Meg seemed fascinated my the head of my dick, as she spent a lot of time scraping her teeth ever-so-lightly on the little bulb and licking the tender opening. I would rise a little bit out of my seat as she did that, because it would drive me wild.

Eventually, another person had to go to the bathroom, and we had to quickly rearrange ourselves as the person passed by us.

“When you - you know,” Meg said while we waited for the person to go back to their seat. “It’s okay if you just - you know what I mean.”

“Do you mean that we you make me cum, I can come in your mouth?” I whispered into her ear, and Meg shivered as I said the words, the dirty talk apparently having touched a nerve.

“Yes,” Meg tittered shyly.

“Do you want me to come soon?”

“When you’re ready,” Meg answered.

“Because I’m enjoying this so much I don’t want it to end.”

“Me too,” she replied. “If I had something to drink I could do this all night. Your cock is so easy to suck.”

“I’ve got a soda in my gym bag up there.”

Meg got up from her seat and reached up for my gym bag. Her pink pantsuit wasn’t very revealing, but I could detect what seemed to be a nice sized pair of breasts straining against the top as she searched for the bottle. The person emerged from the bathroom as she found the bottle of Royal Crown Cola, and she eagerly opened it after rejoining me.

“Warm but good,” Meg said after taking a swig.

She passed it to me, and I took a little swallow before handing it back to her.

“You need it more than I do,” I told her.

“I should have enough for the rest of the trip,” Meg said, holding up the bottle to check how much was left.

“I hope I do,” I kidded.

“Kenny… are your folks going to pick you up when we get to Albany?”

“Why?”

“I guess I would feel kind of guilty. You know what I mean? I feel like I’m taking advantage of you.”

“I’m 18,” I told her. “Old enough to make my own decisions.”

“You look much younger,” Meg said, reaching down and finding my erection in the darkness. “Except down here. Do you want to know how old I am?”

“Doesn’t really matter to me,” I said honestly, having been with an older woman before, although she had been in her thirties. Meg, I had assumed was about 50, so I decided to err on the side of caution. “You about 45 or so?”

“Boy, you have a way with women, I’ll give you that,” Meg whispered huskily. “I’ll be 60 next month.”

“You don’t look it.”

“Thank you, honey. The reason I asked about you being picked up, was that I was wondering if you would like to come home with me tonight. You know - spend the night?”

“I’d love to,” I said, kissing her on the cheek. “Hate to have to go home like this,” I added, nodding down at my erection still throbbing in her hand.

“Oh, I’ll take care of that before we get to Albany,” Meg assured me. “As long as that won’t affect you for the rest of the night, that is.”

“You’re kidding, right?” I said, because it seemed like in those I was always walking around with a boner. “Besides, I find you very attractive. Really.”

I touched her cheek softly, making her smile. She reached up and turned on the tiny light above my chair, pointing it down at my cock like a spotlight. My cock was beet red after an hour or so of Meg’s affection, and it was every bit as hard as before.

“Looks like somebody needs attention,” Meg said as she clicked off the light and went back to business.

I came when we went through New Baltimore, just south of Albany. I had been on the brink of cumming several times; once when yet another person made a trip to the rest room and caused us to break it off, and a couple of other times when Meg sensed I was going to cum and eased up on me.

By the time I did orgasm, I was half out of mind with lust. It felt like if I didn’t cum my cock would explode, and Meg must have sensed my frustration, because she began to really go down on me. Her hand was wringing the base of my member roughly, while her tongue teamed up with her lips to take care of the rest of me.

I had to bite my hand to stop from making noise, but the muffled grunts that accompanied my ejaculating sounded embarrassing loud enough as my feet pawed at the floor. My cock spasmed for what seemed like an eternity, squirting what felt like an absurd amount of my seed into Meg’s welcoming mouth.

For her part, Meg took it calmly and expertly, blocking the blasts with her tongue and letting my cum slide back down my cock and into my pubes and down into my crotch, and continued to try and siphon any remaining seed out of my slowly deflating member until it went limp.

“That was cruel,” I said after catching my breath. “Making me hang like that.”

“Don’t know what you mean, Kenny,” Meg snickered, squeezing my arm affectionately.

“I’ll get you back for that later,” I warned her, as we saw the outline of our destination not far ahead.

“I’m looking forward to that.”

A few minutes later, Meg walked down the aisle to get off the bus, while I struggled to get my gym bag out from behind the metal railing on the overhead. I felt a hand pat me on the back, and I moved to allow the man that had been snoring behind us much of the journey, to get past me.

“Lucky guy,” the middle aged man said, patting me on the back as he moved by me. “Wish I had your seat.”

I felt my face flush with embarrassment as I followed him off the bus, trying to keep my bag in front of my crotch as I walked to hide what felt like a massive wet spot on the front of my shorts. The sticky load was hardening already, making for an uncomfortable feeling as I moved.

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I took Meg’s suitcase for her so she didn’t have to roll it over the rough pavement, and followed her to the parking lot where she had parked. Her car was a shiny black Lincoln Continental that looked brand new, and I whistled at the beautiful interior as I eased into the soft seat.

“What a car!” I exclaimed as Meg tooled the machine out of the lot.

“More comfortable than those bus seats, isn’t it Kenny?”

“I don’t remember much about the seat, to tell you the truth,” I confessed. “I was too busy enjoying the trip.”

“Me too,” Meg agreed.

“The guy that was snoring behind us?”

“What about him?”

“He must have seen something.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Because he patted me on the back when we were getting off the bus. He said I was a lucky guy and he wished he had my seat.”

“Oh god!” Meg said. “What did you say?”

“Nothing,” I admitted. “I was embarrassed. Sorry. Guess I was noisier than I thought.”

“You’re forgiven,” Meg said. “Hope he didn’t recognize me.”

“He was right, you know,” I added. “I was lucky. That’s something I’ll remember all my life.”

“Me too,” Meg agreed. “Makes me feel a little weird - him knowing what we were doing.”

“I know what you mean. Weird, but kinda exciting too.”

Meg tooled the car through a very ritzy neighborhood, and when she pulled into a driveway, it looked like we were going up to a mansion. Her house was a big step up from the working class split level I was accustomed to, and while it wasn’t actually a mansion, it seemed that way to me then.

I helped Meg into the house with her suitcase and tried not to look as impressed as I was by her beautiful home. Meg closed the door behind me and put her hand on my shoulder.

“Why don’t we get upstairs so you can take a shower?” Meg suggested.

I felt ashamed for a minute, thinking that I stunk, until I remembered the big stain on my pants, so I followed Meg up to the bathroom. She showed me into the palatial room which was decorated in pink. That had to be Meg’s favorite color, and while it was a decidedly feminine room, it would serve the purpose.

My crotch was almost glued to my underwear, and when peeling the briefs off me it felt like I must have ripped some of my sparse pubes out in the process. The warm water was refreshing, and the floral scented soap did the job, even if it did give me a different aroma than I was used to.

When I stepped out of the shower stall, Meg was standing there waiting for me. She was holding a towel and smiling nervously. Meg had changed clothes, and was now wearing a very flimsy pink nightie that hid very little.

“Wow,” I said softly as I looked at this woman who was almost a senior citizen.

“You’re sweet, Kenny,” Meg said, walking toward me with the towel, and I reached for it, but Meg was intent on doing this herself, so I let her.

Meg dried my hair, and as she did my eyes drifted down to her breasts, which were larger than I had imagined, and her nipples, which stuck out proudly through the silk.

“Such a cute boy,” Meg said with a smile as I lifted my arms so she could dry my armpits. “I can’t believe you’re the same boy I was on the bus with.

Looking in the mirror, I was struck at how odd we looked together; the silver haired woman drying me off much like a grandmother would do to her grandson, and for my part, my scrawny body made me fit the part. My cock had shriveled back to his very modest flaccid size, and the little wrinkled tube wiggled under Meg’s drying.

Meg had been watching me and saw where my eyes had fixated on, namely the thick pegs of her prominent nipples, and I flushed when I realized I had been staring.

“Wish you could have seen me when I was your age,” Meg mused.

“You look good to me right now,” I admitted. “Your tits… I mean, your breasts look incredible.”

“Tits,” Meg chuckled. “I like that. Been a long time since anybody called mine that. They used to be a lot firmer and higher up.”

I reached out and gently cupped them through the fabric, hefting the full globes that seemed even larger on her rather modest frame. They did hang a bit, but natural breasts the size of Meg’s would do that anyway, and they feel great to me.

“I could tell you that I think you’re really nice looking all night,” I began to say, but Meg cut me off.

“And I still would think you’re a nice boy who wants to make me feel good.”

I shook my head at her and smiled, because while I was a nice kid who would never say or do anything to intentionally hurt a female, the fact was that I was really being turned on my the situation and the woman. Besides, I had a way to prove to Meg that I was being sincere, and when I nodded downward to get Meg to look as well, she saw the proof.

“Omigod,” Meg gasped, looking at my erection which was swaying in front of me, inches from her silky hip, and she moved her hand over to grasp it, slowly sliding her hand up and down the length of it as she smiled.

“Believe me now?”

“You win,” Meg said. “Now if I remember correctly, you said something about paying be back for teasing you on the bus, right?”

I followed Meg down the hall, admiring her body from the rear. Her legs looked very shapely and her butt looked fine from what I could see. Meg’s skin was very pale, but she showed very few signs of her age; her skin was taut and her body seemed very fit, bordering on voluptuous.

The lighting was soft in the bedroom, and the bed was enormous. Meg pulled the bedspread off, exposing a lot of thigh and the bottom of a butt cheek as she did. She reached over and took a picture that had been sitting on the dresser and turned it face down. Her husband, I assumed, and I found the gesture rather touching. Meg noticed that I had seen what she had done, and smiled self-consciously.

“Silly.”

“Not at all,” I assured her, and we stood about a foot away from each other, the distance determined by my tool which waved just away from Meg’s delta. “I feel kinda naked.”

“You are,” Meg said nervously.

“I want to see you,” I said finally, and reached up to untie the knot at the neck of her billowing nightie.

It came open easily, and as it untied I nudged it so that it fell off of her shoulders and fell to the ground. Naked now, Meg no longer resembled the distinguished business woman but a nervous woman naked in front of a guy less than a third her age.

A naked woman who looked amazing, at least to me. Those tits were spectacular. Large and bell shaped, they hung to her waist, and her nipples were like thumbs centered on black cherry hued aureaolas that were as big a drink coasters.

Her waist was a little thick but not flabby, and between her legs was a tiny wisp of hair that was so light brown in color that it was almost invisible

“Hold me,” Meg said, or asked me, and I embraced her as she wanted, her soft skin warm and exceptionally soft against mine.

“I’m scared,” Meg whispered in my ear as we hugged. “Guess the drinks I had with dinner down in the city are wearing off. They must have given me the courage to do what I did.”

“Do you want me to leave?” I asked, unsure of what to do as I held the now-trembling woman in my arms.

“Do you want to?”

“No.”

“Good,” Meg said, kissing me on the neck. “It’s just that I haven’t been with a man since - he died. My husband. Over four years. He was a good man.”

I heard Meg sob softly on my shoulder, and all I could do was hold her a little tighter to me until she got herself together.

“Sorry,” Meg sniffed, raising her head off me and looking at me.

“It’s okay.”

“I just wanted you to know, in case you thought that I was - you know - because of what I did on the bus.”

“I don’t judge people,” I said, and back in that era we didn’t, as a general rule. It was more of a time of live and let live. “I enjoyed being in the terminal with you waiting for the bus, and I really enjoyed the bus ride, and I’m enjoying being here now. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want.”

Despite the drama, my erection was still surging, so the last thing I wanted her to do was tell me to get dressed, but I left it up to her in case she was having second thoughts.

“No, I want you,” Meg said. “I want you to make love to me.”

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Meg took my face in her hands and kissed me with as much passion as I have ever experienced, and I returned it as best I could.

“It’s been so long,” Meg whispered as we moved over to the bed. “Please be gentle with me. Never been with a man built like you either.”

“Just relax,” I suggested, easing Meg down onto the bed and spreading her thighs apart.

I crawled between Meg’s pale thighs and bowed my head, inhaling the musky aroma of her sex. Her bush was more like a wisp of fine hairs gathered around her prominent labia. Running my tongue along her pussy lips, she shuddered noticeably while I wrapped my arms around her hips.

She was already wet. That much was apparent as my tongue probed inside of the fold, and the way my ears heard it, her whimpering was more like a plea. Her way of telling me - now, I’m ready.

Climbing up to a kneeling position, Meg grabbed at my hips to tell me that I had been correct. I rubbed my cock up and down the damp opening a couple of times before sliding a little bit of me inside her. In and out I slid the crown of my dick, and I watched as Meg lifted her hips to take more of me inside of her.

Finally, I slowly slid my cock inside of her. Inch by inch, her moistness enveloped me until my cock hit the end of the road, at which point I slowly pulled myself out of her. Meg groaned as my tool popped out of her for a brief second, and then groaned louder as I slid into her depths once more.

I bowed my head to suck on those magnificent nipples, and she gasped when I licked all around the pebbled surface of her aureoles. Reaching up with her hands, she held up her big tits so I could suck on them easier, and I took advantage of her until my mouth was dry.

Her breathing loud and rapid and her features taking on a flushed and stressed appearance, I grabbed the base of my cock in my fist and began pumping her pussy harder and faster. I took her to the brink of orgasm a couple of times before slowing down, and each time her face became more tortured looking.

After a few minutes, I couldn’t take it any longer. I wanted to see Meg cum. My nuts slapped loudly on the insides of her thighs as I worked my cock in and out faster. This time, when she neared to brink, I started really pounding myself into her.

Meg raised her head and shoulders off of the bed; her eyes rolled back in her head, veins bulging in her neck and mouth open wide. I felt her pussy seize my hard hard as she clawed wildly at my arms, her body slamming back down to the mattress.

Not wanting to cum, I tried to block the image of her from my eyes and ears, and only half succeeded. Meg’s thrashing slowed and then stopped as her orgasm ended, and the crazed look became a dazed look.

“God, you didn’t cum,” Meg said as I began to rock my hips into her again. “That’s so nice - nice.”

I rolled Meg over and her stomach after a time, and got her to lift her butt up in the air so I could go in from behind. There was a tattoo of a lady bug on her back. Faded with time, I imagined her getting that as a lark in her younger days, and the muted inking remained for me to enjoy as I slid up next to her and put my dick in.

Her butt cheeks were plump and a little soft, and as I squeezed them and spread them apart, her tan anus was exposed, and I wondered how she would respond if I told her I wanted to explore than hairless opening. Settling for the pleasure of the view, I continued to probe her pussy while looking at her longingly.

“Ohhhh… so good,” Meg moaned, her face buried in the pillow. “Not all the way in, baby. You’re too big.”

I muttered an apology, figuring that I must have gotten carried away and hurt her a little, so from behind I kept my fist around myself to control how far I went into her. Far enough, as I soon found out, because Meg was clenching the bedding and howling into the pillow as her body quaked with another orgasm.

Meg collapsed after cumming, and I gently rolled her onto her side. She had lost all of lady-like qualities and now looked wild, like she had been getting fucked and cumming like crazy. Her smile was weak as she looked at my erection, still red and swollen and swaying.

“You’re insatiable,” Meg said as she let me lift her leg up over my shoulder.

With Meg on her side with her right leg pointed toward the ceiling, I slid my dick inside of her. Because of the angle, I could only get a few inches of cock inside of her, but she seemed to approve of the position.

“Omigod - that feels so good,” Meg said with a laugh, and when she looked down she smiled as I gently thrust into her.

“Look at your cock,” Meg exclaimed as she watched it go in and out of her. “That looks so sexy.”

It did, I had to agree, and I forced myself to look away for fear of coming. I sensed that Meg was losing steam, or getting sore. Maybe a combination of both, and I was just about to try and figure out a delicate way to ask her if she had enough, when her hand gripped my arm once more."

“Not again!” Meg cried out, and in seconds her body was writhing into her sheets, her torso jerking like a marionette gone wild. The orgasm was mild in comparison to the others, but after this one she seemed like she was knocked out.

Meg shook her head and laughed when she felt the tip of my cock still hard just inside her labia, and I let her leg ease back down to the bed so she got lay on her back.

“Want me to make you cum in my mouth again?” Meg said hopefully. “Any way I can make you cum?”

“Ummm… would you mind if I…”

“Of course not,” Meg said when she saw what I wanted to do. “I remember doing this when I was your age.”

I straddled Meg’s stomach and put my cock between her jugs. Meg reached up and squeezed her tits together, making my cock practically disappear between her breasts. Her cleavage was as sweaty as the rest of her was, affording a smooth glide for my cock. Meg playfully snapped at the tip of my sick each time it peeked out at her.

I took over the work of wrapping her tits around me, wanting to be able to lean further forward so my balls slid on her stomach with each stroke.

“I guess I can just relax and watch your beautiful cock,” Meg said as she put her hands behind her head and looked down.

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My attention was diverted as I glanced down and saw something I hadn’t expected to see. Nestled in the dewy recesses, I noticed a few long beige hairs barely visible against the pale skin of her armpits. Meg saw me staring and glanced over at herself.

“Oh no!” Meg said, and tried to lower her arms. “Obviously, I wasn’t expecting to be seen…”

“No, please don’t,” I said, reaching down and putting her arm back over her head. “That’s nice. Sexy. I like that.”

“Oh, I guess that’s the way the hippie girls do it these days,” Meg laughed, allowing me to gaze again at her unshaven armpits. “I knew if I lived long enough I’d come back in fashion.”

I came fast after that, and when my orgasm roared up on me, I stopped titty fucking Meg and tried to hold my cock down so the cum would be absorbed by her tits. I failed miserably.

My dick slipped out of the sweaty chasm, and I spurted a jet of cum that sailed over Meg’s head and all over the headboard. The next few volleys didn’t have the same velocity, and they sprayed all over Meg’s face and hair.

My cock wouldn’t stop spewing my seed, or at least that was the way it seemed. By the time I was drained, Meg was a mess, with semen covering her face like garland and a pearl necklace flowing around her neck.

“Sorry,” I said meekly as I surveyed the situation, but Meg laughed it off, giving the string of seed above her head a swipe with her hand.

“Don’t want the cleaning lady to think I’m getting naughty at my age,” she said, before suggesting that she needed a shower herself after all that. When I asked her if she minded company, she was more than happy for me to join her.

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Chapter Seven: Nocturnal emissions.

I awoke to the very pleasant sensation of a tongue licking my balls. After getting my bearings and remembering where I was, my eyes began adjusting to the darkness of the room well enough so that I could see the silver hair of Meg between my legs.

Her tongue was continuing a northern journey that had apparently started on my scrotum and ventured up along the underside of my cock. I was half hard when I woke up for good, and after a couple more licks like that, I was fully engorged and ready for anything.

“Couldn’t resist,” Meg said from the murky darkness when she realized I was awake. “Can’t imagine ever getting this opportunity again, and it looked so cute when I started.”

“Love being woke up like that,” I told Meg, and began to get up.

“I’m really sore, honey,” Meg said when I had gotten up to mount her. “I don’t want you to think I’m weird or anything, but would you mind if we tried doing something a little different?”

It wasn’t different to me, but I enjoyed listening to her explain what she wanted me to do to her. She was so ashamed of what she wanted, and phrased everything so awkwardly that it excited me even more that way.

Meg turned on the dim light and got onto her elbows and knees. I knelt behind her savoring the pleasant view of her full, round buttocks.

“Just lubricate a finger and slide it in and out for a minute,” Meg instructed me after handing me the lubricant.

I parted her buttocks and looked at her hairless tan ring while I covered my index finger with lube. Well oiled, my digit slipped easily into Meg’s ass, and she squirmed while I worked it in and out of her warmth.

My cock being so slender, many women felt comfortable having me fuck them in the ass, and I had gotten to pop a few anal cherries for that very reason. Luckily for me, I liked it too, and it gave me a sensation of tightness that I didn’t always get in the pussy.

“Don’t go in all the way, Kenny,” Meg cautioned me, and I promised to be careful, although sometimes it felt so good that I would lose control.

My cock slid into Meg’s anus with almost as much ease as my finger had, and we began rocking together gently in a comfortable rhythm. My hands slid down Meg’s back, and I crouched over her to allow my hands to cup those pendulous breasts.

“Beautiful honey,” Meg gasped as I kneaded those dangling jugs. “Little deeper.”

I allowed my tool to probe her more deeply, and with each inward stroke my nuts slapped Meg between the legs, and she seemed to like that as much as I did.

Leaning back upright, I grabbed onto Meg’s hips and watched my cock glide in and out of her tight asshole. She was taking over half of it without complaint already, and now was thrusting backwards into me for more. I felt her hand reaching down between her legs to slap and squeeze my nuts in between fingering herself.

“Gonna cum!” Meg blurted out, and I felt her asshole clamp down on my cock like a vice.

I bit my lip to try and hold back my own orgasm, and I might have been able to if Meg didn’t reach way back and grab my sack. Squeezing and milking my balls while she came, I was powerless to stop, and began squirting hot jets of seed into her ass.

After we stopped cumming, we collapsed back into the bedding, and after I wrapped my arms around Meg and kissed her neck, I was in dreamland until the morning.

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Chapter Eight. Goodbye.

Meg’s hand was on my cock as I woke up a few hours later. The clock read 7:00 and the sun was beaming through the curtains. I felt my cock begin to stiffen under Meg’s pulling, but when my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw that she was dressed.

“Gotta go to work, honey,” Meg said with a smile.

After seeing her looking very prim and business-like now, just the like the evening before when we first met, it was hard to believe that this was the same woman who was such a wildcat in bed and on the bus.

“Guess I shouldn’t have woke you up like that,” Meg said, looking at my re-energized cock. “That wasn’t fair, although it does look good. You can stay her if you want, but I won’t be home until 7 tonight, so if you want a ride we have to get going.”

I decided to get dressed and take her up on the ride offer. As we went out to the car, I felt like I had run a marathon.

“How come you look so fresh and beautiful and I feel like death warmed over?” I asked Meg, and got a laugh in return.

“Amazing what make-up can do,” Meg said as we got into the car. “I think that you were just what I needed, but by tonight I’ll probably begin feeling it.”

I glanced out of the window as we pulled out of the driveway, and the name on the box rang a bell to me. I didn’t know her but the name sounded familiar, and when I noticed a stack of business cards on the console, it hit me.

“Is that you?” I asked. “The florist?”

“That’s me - actually it was me and my husband,” Meg admitted. “Now it’s me.”

“Uh - I worked for you - for your store in Guilderland. Last summer. I delivered.”

“Small world,” Meg said, throwing her hair back casually. “Hope you didn’t get fired or anything.”

“No, it was just for the summer,” I answered.

“Well, do you need a job now?” Meg offered.

“No, I’m working closer to my house this summer, but thanks.”

Meg drove me to my house, and let me off in front.

“Hope nobody sees us that you know,” Meg said as she surveyed the neighborhood.

“Makes no difference to me,” I said, although maybe she was the one that should be nervous about that.

“Thank you - for everything Kenny,” Meg said, leaning over and giving me a kiss. “Last night was really nice for me.”

“Me too,” I said, returning the kiss.

“Take a card,” Meg said, holding out one of her business cards for a second before snatching it back. After writing on the back of it, she handed it back to me, having added her phone number to it.

“In case you ever need help or anything like that,” Meg said, almost apologetically.

“Okay,” I said. “What about if I ever wanted to just - you know - get together?”

“You mean, like last night?” Meg asked me with a strange look on my face.

“Well, yeah.”

“Uh… sure,” Meg finally said. “I figured you were humoring me or something when you said you enjoyed being with me.”

I don’t know whether she had assumed that I was just playing with her head, or thought I was looking for something from her, but the fact was that I liked her very much and told her so. The sex was great too, I added.

“I’ll be picturing your breasts,” I said before correcting myself. “Tits, I mean. I’ll have them on my mind for quite a while.”

Obviously, that was the understatement of all time, as I still recall those incredible nipples like it was yesterday.

As for calling her up again, I did that twice more that summer, and twice the following year when I came home from school. She sold her businesses and retired to Arizona after that, but gave me an open invitation to visit her anytime. I never took her up on that, but often wish that I had. She would have been worth the trip.

The End

The Best Gift

The melancholy old songs were playing on the stereo. It had been 2 years ago, this day, that Andreas had been taken from me. Listening to the old 70s love ballads – The Carpenters, Barry Manilow, Barbra Streisand… All of those torch songs about lost love and trying to find my man or to try to replace the one that got away… I knew that in a little while, I’d change the music to more current and upbeat songs – but these old torchy, tear jerkers still tugged at my heartstrings and played amongst my memories.

Most of my friends swore that it was stupid and maudlin for me to act this way, but they’d never really felt the loss that I felt… Sure, they lost a friend when Andreas died, but they didn’t lose a lover – their spouse. Sure, we’ve all lost loved ones, and I feel bad for still feeling so bad, but it never seems to get any easier… And my pain just seems more real than theirs.

I still remembered meeting Andreas…. It was many years ago, during the height of the AIDS scares – when everybody thought that even just touching another man would turn them positive – just by looking at an infected guy would make them seroconvert. Sure, back in the 80s, it was still scary and new and frightening. I knew of many men that became virtual monks – never having any kind of sexual relations with another guy – even a few that wouldn’t make love with their committed partners of 5 years! It was insane! But, it was an insane time with insane leaders in an insane world.

What made it worse was the way that Andreas and I had met… A friend of mine was celebrating his birthday – and his negative test results – by throwing a private, invite only sex party at The Muscle Den. The Muscle Den was nothing more than a bathhouse, although now it would be more high class – it would be a Sex Club…. Ah, progress…

So, Mattie was throwing his party – and only a ‘select few’ were invited. I had to admire Mattie… only that nelly queen would consider 85 naked guys a ‘select few’… But, again, only that nelly queen could pull together that ‘select few’ – including a few porn stars, pin-up boys and mainstream models to be his chosen select. Those of us that were his friends always felt slightly outclassed by many of the men that Mattie had around. Don’t get me wrong – I was hot in my 20s – not that I’m not hot now; I’m just more… mature? We all had those typical gay boy looks – shopping right from the International Male catalogs, gym hopping every other day, following whatever ’the fashionistas’ at GQ and Vogue Homme would thrown at us, calling it the ’next big thing’…. Oh, and the music fashions! The styles of Duran-Duran, Michael Jackson (when he was still a black, male singer and not some plastic surgeon side show), A Flock of Seagulls, Frankie Goes to Hollywood; all of these were our fashion plates. God, were we naïve…

I arrived at The Muscle Den at the appointed hour – 7:30 pm. Mattie figured if we started early enough, and it died down (as if!), we could all still go out and bar hop until the wee hours and have an after-hours party at some dive… I walked in, flashed my invite, took the keys and towels that were provided and headed to the locker room. I stripped down to the tattered jock, tan work boots and my towel; grabbed the present I brought – a life like dildo, if you’re idea of lifelike is bright pink latex nearly a foot and a half long – and headed to the main room. When I got there, I was pleased to see that there were a few guys milling around, chatting, cruising, drinking. The video monitors were playing the pretty boy porn of the era and a few guys were lounging about, stroking their cocks, listening to the chatter and on the prowl.

Mattie, of course, was there, as hostess and guest of honor, in a flowing white robe – a silk kimono from his recent trips abroad. Mattie was flitting about, saying his ‘hellos’ and kissing cheeks with all his guests. He came over and offered me a glass of champagne and kissed the air next to my cheek. “Darling! Have you ever seen such a display of hot masculinity! Oh! I could just die right now and feel I was already in heavan! And did you see that one in the corner? He’s one of the newest and freshest boys in movies and I am working hard on getting him to be my gift! My God, Chris, I just want to… Oh! Look who just showed up!” Mattie cried over my shoulder towards the entrance. With that, he was off again, a swirl of white silk.

I wandered through the room, saying ‘hello’ to people I knew, making glances to those that I didn’t know but surely would like to meet. There was so much eye candy about, one barely knew where to look: the up and coming porn star standing around, his body in perfect shape, glistening with a layer of mist, cock hanging down; the models in the center of the room, preening and posing while chattering to each other, some wearing towels, some the newest underwear or jock strap, others simply letting it all hang down for the world to view; a few guys lounging around, cocks hard and ready; and a few guys already on their knees, servicing some other guys, sucking long and hard while the recipients stood and chatted amiably.

I was quite pleased, however, with the looks that I was getting in return from some of these living statues. I wasn’t too bad looking, either… At 6 foot tall, my frame carried 195 pounds well. I watched what I ate and worked out 3 or 4 times a week, keeping my body trim and toned. Of course, being only 26 at the time didn’t hurt, either. During the summer, I’d spend a few hours at the beach, working on keeping a golden glow to my skin; the rest of the year, I’d spend those same hours in the tanning salon; my reddish-blonde hair was set off by that glow, and my bright blue eyes shone from my face. Standing around in my navy blue jock and workmen’s boots, I looked butch and sexy. The jock cradled my 8" cock and my husky balls nicely, jutting out just enough to intrigue.

I was talking to a guy named Marcus, who was one of the models that Mattie had invited. Mattie was a fashion director for a major magazine; so many of these guys had appeared in the pages of his magazine, while the remainder wanted to. Marcus was cute and somewhat well built, but this was the beginning of the ‘heroin addict’ look in models – when they were so thin and gaunt, that 3rd world children took pity on them. I’d had a few glasses of champagne and my ‘wine blinders’ were coming into play. A few more and I’d think that Mattie was a big, butch guy and let HIM fuck me! But that was before Andreas walked in. I’d seen him before at one of Mattie’s events, but we’d never gotten a chance to talk. Andreas was one of those Latin boy hotties that just immediately draw the looks. OK, so maybe it was just MY attention he was getting, but he was worth it.

He was about my same height, but he’d spent more time in the gym, as he was a bit bulkier in his chest and shoulders – large flat pectorals hung evenly over his 6 pack abs, topped off by swirls of dark chest hair and nipples that leapt from his chest. He was wearing a towel wrapped around his waist, and I could see a bulge hanging beneath the folds of terry. His legs were defined and toned, disappearing just above the knees into his towel. His dark hair was cut short and framed his face as a masterpiece. Mattie immediately left the young porn star and headed off to Andreas, thrusting a drink in his hands while grabbing a hold of the bulge of his towel.

I continued chatting with Marcus, but my eyes kept darting back over to Andreas, stealing peeks at his physique. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I caught him looking away from me once or twice, as well. My heart fluttered and I could feel my cock stir in my jock. Marcus excused himself to hit the bathroom – probably for a bump of coke – and I wandered off to the bar area for a refill.

By now, the party was beginning to fall into orgy mode – more and more of the guys were gathering in an area by the wall of TVs, groping and grabbing at each other, pawing towels, jocks, Speedos and whatever else to the ground. Cocks were being stroked and sucked and groups were splitting off from the main crowd – heading towards couches and corners and the ‘private’ rooms off to the side. A few of the guys were piling on top of each other in the middle of the room, cocks and fingers prodding and poking the nearest hole.

I poured another flute of champagne, and a voice spoke up behind me “Can I get a refill of that, too?” in a deep and resounding timbre. I finished filling my glass and turned, nearly knocking his glass with the bottle of champagne. Andreas was standing less than 6 inches behind me, his smolderingly hot looks could have set me ablaze.

“Uh… sure!” I stammered, nearly dropping the bottle to the ground. I recovered myself and began to fill his glass slowly. “Mattie really knows how to throw a party, doesn’t he?” I asked, trying to make small talk.

“He sure does. You know, I’ve seen you at some of his parties before. Are you a friend of his? Or one of the ‘hired help’?” His lips twisted to a wry grin. “I mean, either way, it’s cool.”

“Oh… I’ve known that flamer since high school. She was the one that dragged me from the closet, kicking and screaming. But I love her for it and always stand by Mattie.” I replied.

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“Yeah, I used to work with Mattie. I would help him with the locations for the shoots. He knew I was gay and made a few attempts to get me in front of the camera – or in his bed. But he’s just… He’s… Well, he’s Mattie!” We both laughed at this remark, as I felt that Mattie was like a sister or brother, and not anybody I’d want to have sex with.

“I know what you mean. While we were in high school, he used to get called ‘Fag’ and ‘girlie-man’ all the time, but he knew how to turn those taunts into his own gain, growing stronger with each barb. Turning him, quite frankly, into the bitchy queen he is today!”

We continued chatting with each other as the rest of the room blossomed into ancient Greece around us. We were surrounded by heaps of man flesh, cocks and asses bobbing up and down, in and out, men writhing on the ground and bent over sofas, all fucking and sucking, groaning and moaning in a sea of sweaty sexual pleasure. Every once in a while, a stray guy would come up to us, grabbing a cocktail, and trying to grab a cock or tail on us, as well. While we were always acknowledging the attention, the men would realize that we were busy and they’d be swallowed up by the roiling sea of sex all around us.

Not to sound like I was being Sister Pure of Thought, though, either. My dick stirred and shifted in my jock, as I’d catch a glimpse of the carnal heaps around us; the groans and moans of pleasure stiffening my cock from time to time. I’d noticed the front of Andreas’s towel shift from time to time, as the sites and sounds around us whetted his sexual appetite, as well.

“Um… We both seem to be getting a little… um… preoccupied with the view. Do you wanna take this conversation to a quieter spot?” Andreas asked. We’d both been taking greater notice of the sea of sex going on around us. I looked down and could see that Andrea’s cock was getting hard under his towel, and my own cock was attempting to pitch a tent in my jock strap. Andreas grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the wall of rooms beyond the bar.

We walked past a few doors, peering inside, catching glimpses of couples, 3-ways and 4-gies taking place in some of the rooms. The sound of sexual pleasure was all around us – moans and groans as hard meaty cocks stuffed asses, cries of lust as loads of cum were pumped deep inside willing asses, sprayed across heaving abs and chests, swallowed by hungry and eager mouths. We found a room that was empty and stepped inside.

In a matter of moments, Andreas had stripped the jock from me and dropped his towel to the ground. Hot and wet kisses covered my face and lips as my hands roamed over the landscape of his body. Our cocks, hard and hot, rubbed against the other, oozing pre-cum and smearing it on our bodies. My hands found his firm round ass and grabbed hold of the cheeks, spreading and kneading the mounds of flesh. A guttural groan sounded deep inside Andreas as my fingers prodded his pulsing sphincter.

I slowly began kissing my way down his body, licking and suckling his nipples, darting my tongue along his tight abs, until my lips found his hard cock, covered in our combined juices. I marveled at the site of his cock – protruding form his pelvis. The head of his dick glistened wetly as more pre-cum pushed from the slit and slid towards the shaft. I took his shaft info my mouth, sucking more and more of the pre-cum from his shaft, continuing to prod his ass with my finger.

Andreas thrust his cock deep across my tongue, slapping his balls against my chin, fucking my mouth as my fingers fucked his ass. I reached up and grabbed his tits with my other hand, tweaking each one, twisting the hard nipples, forcing new sounds of pleasure and lust from his throat. I felt his strong hands beneath my arms, lifting me from his cock. I continued fingering his ass and his tongue dove into my mouth, tasting the mixture of my spit and his pre-cum. “Fuck me!” he whispered hoarsely in my ear. His hand grabbed my throbbing cock and tugged hard. “Bury your cock deep in my hole. I want to you fuck me! Fuck me like I’ve never been fucked! C’mon man… FUCK ME!” He nearly yelled his desires into my ears, pulling me towards the small bed in the room. The TV mounted on the wall flickered with scenes of sexual carnage as the porn movies continued their endless loop. Asses were split and plowed by massive cocks, exploding shot after shot of hot semen across the celluloid butts.

He pulled me over to the bed and lay down upon it, his knees meeting his chest. I spit on my dick, rubbing the saliva along the shaft, mixing it with the smears of pre-cum. His ass quivered beneath me as I knelt in front of him, cock throbbing in the air. His chest heaved with each breath he drew deep inside, readying himself for the assault. I slid my cock into his ass, slowly letting the head penetrate his chute. He moaned in animal lust, flexing his muscles around the invading cock, sending ripples of pleasure through my shaft.

I slowly pushed further and further into his ass, feeling it constrict and relax around my fat cock. He would reach up and grasp my nipples with one hand or press against my chest, allowing my cock deeper into his ass at his own pace. His other hand stroked on his raging hard on or played with his nipples, rubbing against his abs and chest on the journey between his pleasure zones. I stroked his calves and thighs with my hands, resting my shoulders against the balls of his feet. Slowly, deeper, I penetrated his ass, thrusting my cock further inside his willing body.

I withdrew my cock, almost as slowly as I’d entered, only to push it back into his ass, faster and deeper. I built up the speed of each thrust, pushing faster and harder into his ass – feeling him breathing with each thrust. His had stroked his own cock, rubbing from the tip of the head to his balls. He put his other hand on my ass, pulling my cock deeper at the end of each thrust, feeling my balls flat against his spread cheeks; his own balls pressed between us. His breathing would quicken and get shallow and moans escaped his full lips. I could tell he was ready to let loose his orgasm, spreading his hot seed across his chest.

I pulled my cock out of his ass, telling him I wanted to feel him milk the hot sperm from my balls. He stood as I lay on my back and he straddled my form, slowly dropping his ass to meet the head of my dick. Slowly, I lowered his ass onto my cock, impaling him deep with my shaft. His cock bobbed and twitched above me, pulsing with the flow of his veins, pre-cum flowing freely from the head, dripping onto my abs.

Andreas would rise and lower on my hard shaft, clenching his ass tight around the base of my cock, drawing me deeper inside. His knees dug into the mattress and he rested a hand on my chest for support, leaning down to slip his tongue into my mouth. His rhythmic movements sent waves of pleasure through my body, churning the hot cum inside my balls, pressured for release. His other hand still pumped his own cock, his balls slapping against my abs with each deep penetration of my cock.

I could feel the cum churning deep inside my balls, rising up my cock shaft. “I’m cumming!” I yelled out in pleasure, not caring who could hear me. His hand was pumping quickly along the bronze shaft of his cock, pulling the skin tight as he jerked off. Moans and noises of lust escaped from his mouth as he rode my cock, causing gasping breaths to escape my lips. I felt the first surge of cum shoot from my dick, coating his ass with my juice. He let loose a war cry of pleasure as his first load shot from his cock, landing on my chin. He kept milking my cock while pumping his own loads. I filled his ass with shot after shot of hot cum, each thrust of his hand coaxing another shot from his cock, spraying my chest and abs with the white creamy fluid.

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Andreas collapsed, shuddering against my chest as spasms wracked his body; cum was still flowing from his cock as my own cock oozed, deep inside his ass. We lay there for minutes, feeling the heat from our bodies. Our cocks softened as the last drops of cum slid out. Sounds of orgasm were coming in from the other rooms, from the main room, as the other men shot their loads of cum – filling asses and mouths, coating bodies with flying arcs of sperm. The porn videos continued to play as the live versions played out into a heaving mass of male flesh. We lay that way, basking in the glow of our sex, enjoying the feel of each other’s body, slowly kissing and gently moving our hands along unfamiliar limbs, as the sexual friction eased in the other rooms.

After many minutes, we began to stand, heading towards the showers to clean the remnants of our liaison. The shower room was full of other men cleansing their bodies of cum and lube. Some were soaping their crotches, coaxing another hard on from their spent cocks. Some men showered together in pairs, kissing and rubbing their partner’s body; letting the water cascade over their muscles, licking cum from abs, chests, and stiffening cocks. We knew this party would go another round, maybe right here and now, as the sexual charge was not quite spent.

Andreas and I showered and washed each other, caressing a body we had not known before that night. In the main room, we could hear the sounds of the music being turned up, signaling a change of course for the party. We finished showering; dried off and went to the main room.

Mattie was there, looking slightly disheveled, the white kimono hanging open. The young porn star was standing behind him, rubbing Mattie’s neck and shoulders. Somebody was in the corner, lighting the candles on a cake for the celebration.

“Well, now that we’ve all gotten that out of our systems…. Or have we?” Mattie was eyeing a couple of guys making out, off to the side, stroking each other’s stiffening cocks, stuffing tongues down willing throats. “Anyway, it is time for the birthday aspect of the party to take place. Then, we’ll just SEE where this night goes!” He reached behind him, grabbing a handful of the porn star’s cock. The cake was brought out, candles blazing.

Mattie leaned down and blew out the candles – 25 smaller ones surrounding a large pillar that had been shaped to resemble a cock. “Well, whaddya know… I did have another blow job left in me!” Laughter filled the room as Mattie pulled the cock candle from the cake. “I think I’ll be saving this for later!” A look of unease crossed Mr. Porn Star, but quickly faded.

Mattie was handed packages and bags, gaily colored or wrapped, filled with gifts for the host. He would squeal with glee as he pulled items from the boxes and bags; soon a pile of love oils, lubes, dildos, movies and more was at his side. “I love each and every one of you for these fabulous gifts! And I really love each and every one of these gifts! I can’t wait to try them all!” The gifts were cleared away, more drinks were served and consumed, and another man entered the club, dressed as a fireman – Mattie’s favorite. New music blared from the stereo as the fireman took the center of the room and began to dance and strip.

The party again began to turn into a sea of writhing male bodies, as the orgy atmosphere came for round #2. Cocks stiffened with tugs and strokes, slipping into waiting mouths and asses. Andreas and I slipped off to the side again, found a room and kissed. We soon slipped into the 69 position and sucked each other, swallowing cum as it was sprayed into our mouths and across out lips. We showered again, went to the lockers and got dressed.

But, again, that was many years ago. I was now older and wiser, but I’d been without my Andreas for the past 2 years. I still missed the times we’d shared, both in the bed and out. Like all couples, we’d had our problems from time to time, but the make up sex was always the hottest; re-igniting the passion we’d shared on that first night. Mattie is planning some kind of special party for my 40th birthday in a week – mentioning something about The Muscle Den. I awoke on the day of my 40th, not noticing any life altering changes. I was still the same guy I’d been the day before… And the day before that, as well. I was finding that there was some truth to the adage that “Age is just a state of mind.” I would always think, “Now, what state do you want me in?” I pushed the covers off and looked at my body – nope, no major changes here. My abs and chest looked just as they had last night, when I’d climbed into bed. My hair was still the same reddish-blonde it had always been; my body still had the same gym honed physique it had displayed for the last few years; my thighs were still just as firm and powerful; calves still curved gracefully up from the ankles… But, wait! There was a change! Oh my God! During the night, my cock had grown hard! There was a difference from when I’d climbed into bed!

I reached down and slid my palm across my hard cock. Yep, the meat and I were now 40… and I was starting off my 40th year with a hard cock – like almost every other day in the 20 plus years that had passed since puberty struck and my cock would stiffen at the slightest provocation.

I slowly pulled and tugged at my cock, feeling the sensations of touch between the palm of my hand and my cock. No matter what, it always felt different when you stroked your meat. Sure, it felt good to have somebody slide their hands along your cock, milking the cum from deep inside; plunging your cock deep into a willing ass or having it sucked by a hot mouth, pulling and pumping your balls was always good, as well. But there is something special about the good, old-fashioned self-love. Your hand always knows just the right spot to rub a little faster, squeeze a little tighter, stroking your cock to climax.

I continued stroking my hardening cock – feeling the pulse of my life force flowing through the veins; feeling my balls tighten as the cum churned inside of them, pushing for release. I always found jerking off in the morning, with the sun glowing through the windows, illuminating my chamber, flooding my soul with the light of the new day; I always found it somehow more spiritual – more soulful – of a session than any other time I jerked off. In the morning, it was invigorating and stimulating – feeling the hot semen churn in my balls, surge up the shaft and explode from the head of my cock, splattering my abs and chest with those glorious shots of warm goo; releasing the demons of sleep and charging me with life!

The pace of my strokes quickened, feeling better with each tug. I knew I was close, feeling my balls tighten up inside the fleshy sac, propelling my hot cum, soon to arc through the air and paint my body. It was an ecstasy unlike

The phone’s electronic chirping made me skip a stroke as I paused from the intrusion. Who the fuck could be calling so damn early? Even before the 2nd ring had finished I knew who was on the other end. Not a doubt in my mind. I slowly began to stroke my cock again, losing a bit of stiffness from the noise on the bedside table. After the 4th ring, the phone went silent, only to be replaced by the gentle clicks and whirs of the answering machine.

“Hi. This is Chris Morrison. I can’t get to the phone right now. Please leave a message after the tone – tell me who you are and where I can call you back, and I’ll do my best to get back with you when I can. Thanks for calling!” my cheery mechanized voice greeted the caller. A few seconds later, the recording gear clicked on and the typical beep sounded.

“Chris! You old dinosaur! Answer the fucking phone!” It was Mattie, as I’d expected, calling, no doubt, to send pleasant birthday greetings my way. “Get your hand off that cock, now, buddy boy. At your age, all you’ll be shooting is cum dust! Hell, if you can even get it up anymore! Hah!”

I reached over, picked up the phone and hit TALK. “Well, good morning to you, Queen Fairy. And how the fuck are you today?” I was still stroking my cock, hoping to keep the erection from leaving. Mattie had a habit of draining erections – one way or the other.

“Ooh, did some body wake up on the wrong side of the cave this morning? So cheery and pleasant, ya mean old grizzled bear!”

“You know, Mattie, there could be some hot, young stud lying in bed right now, spent from a night of getting fucked hard and put away wet by this ‘grizzled old bear’, ya know? Damn, we could have been in the middle of a hot morning fuck, and your screeching coming from the phone would have just killed the moment.”

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“Oh, puh-leeze, Mary! I know full well that you are home, alone, as usual. And, knowing you, you’ve been stroking your cock, trying to figure out the Zen of Masturbation again! I swear! Your cock sees more action from your hand than my ass does on Pride weekend! If I didn’t love you, I’d have given up on you years ago!”

“Fine, fine. So, what caused you to crawl out of the crypt so early in the morning? I know it wasn’t just your lame attempt to be the first to wish me a happy birthday, was it?”

“No, you mean old cock-sucker. I was calling you with altruistic intents. I was calling to wake your ass up so I could take you to breakfast! Come join me at Dill’s Diner at 9:00 for a fabulous bruncheon!”

I rolled over and looked at the clock – it was just about 7:30. “Sure, let me wake up and get showered. I’ll meet you there. Or do you want me to come and pick your bony ass up?”

“No, no, I’ll drive there. I’ll see you at 9!” I continued to coax my cock back to full stiffness, but it was almost a losing battle. Mattie was sapping my sex drive right out of me. “Oh, and we’ll talk about tonight, too! I’ve got a special evening all planned out for you, darling! Full of surprises and more! Now, get that hand off your cock and get cleaned up! Ta!” With that, the phone clicked off in my ear, as the connection closed. I set the handset back in the phone based.

My cock was stirring again, responding to my pulling and squeezing. Even though I’d been interrupted, I was determined to find that Zen of Masturbation that Mattie had accused me of. And, while it was partially true that I’d found more pleasure in jerking off, I still got my fair share of hot booty slapping my thighs as I pounded some hot ass, fucking the night away. Thinking back on my recent conquest – a little 20 something Latino boy – just coming out to the ‘regular’ neighborhood style bars for the first time, instead of hanging with his buddies at the newest and trendiest dance club. I’d brought him back home and we’d fucked for hours, my balls slapping against his hot, tight little bubble butt, churning my lust. I’d whipped my cock out of his ass and pulled the condom off, shooting my load across his cock and abs, hearing him call out “Aye, Papi! O Dios mio!” as his hot spunk flew from his cock, shooting his load from the pounding I gave his ass, his hands pulling my ass deeper into him with each stroke.

I could feel my load churning deep inside, pushing for release. With a final flurry of strokes, my hot cum shot from my cock, arcing through the air, landing in a splash just below my ribs. I kept milking my cock, coaxing the semen from inside, spraying my abs with hot cum, spasms rippling through my tensed muscles, waves of pleasure spreading through my system as the orgasm faded.

I lay there for a few minutes, my fingers absently spreading the spent loads across my body, the last drops of cum spilling from the slit, pooling in my belly button. I slowly got up and headed for the bathroom and a hot shower.

I arrived at Dill’s just before 9, making sure I was early enough to be on time, in case that Mattie actually showed up on time. Mattie had turned the concept of being ‘fashionably late’ into an art form, always arriving 10 minutes past the appointed time, whirling in like a dervish; making the grand entrance a diva always deserved. Dill’s was a nice little spot for food, the owner’s keeping the menu fresh and new, yet retaining a few well loved favorites to make everybody happy. The décor was decidedly 50s diner, with red vinyl booths and Formica counters; they even had the mini jukeboxes on the tables, but they were for looks, only. Dill’s had also wisely opened up the area behind the diner as a patio eating space, and it was usually packed out there, unless it was raining. Luckily, the place didn’t get too busy until around 10:00 on the weekends, as people were recovering from their nights out. This was a favorite place of the hip and the hung-over; a place to see and be seen. I was just glad that it hadn’t become TOO trendy and had stayed true to its roots.

Sure enough, at 9:10, Mattie came flowing through the doors, looking all the world like Nora Desmond from “Sunset Boulevard”. He swirled towards Chris, moving through the diner and onto the patio. “Darling! I so must wish you birthday greetings!” I stood up, allowing Mattie to throw his arms around me and kiss the air near my ear. No matter how many years had passed, Mattie still greeted his friends as though he was a great socialite. “I can’t wait to help you celebrate your 4th decade on the planet!” Mattie raised his voice just enough to gather looks from the patrons seated on the patio. I blushed slightly, feeling slightly embarrassed by Mattie’s display and his mention of my age.

“Oh, do sit down, you silly queen! There’s a show on Broadway that needs its spot light back. Can you ever just walk into a room without all the drama and pretense?” I sat back in my chair and sipped at the coffee left in my cup. Mattie waved to the waiter and sat opposite me.

The waiter came over, and refilled my cup. Mattie ordered mimosas for both of us, and sent the waiter away. Mattie turned and followed the waiter with his eyes, looking after him as he walked towards the kitchen. I looked after the waiter, too, trying to place him. He must have been a new addition to the staff, as I hadn’t seen him before. It looked as if he stood a few inches shorter than me, with dark hair cut in a spiky crew cut style. From the back, he looked to have broad shoulders and a bubble butt; his waist was narrower than his hips, giving him a top-heavy, hourglass type of figure. His sleeves were rolled up above his biceps, showing his well muscled arms. The tanned skin glowed against the white of his tee shirt; He looked to be of Latin descent – but not purely Hispanic.

“Yoo-hoo! Christopher! Are you with me?” Mattie snapped his fingers, trying to get my attention. I was still focused on the departed figure of the waiter.

“Yes, I’m here… I’m here! Relax! Dang, can’t a guy enjoy a good view once in a while? Geez!”

Mattie laughed, enjoying my predicament. “No, darling! I find it QUITE enjoyable to see you look around. I know you still pine away for Andreas from time to time, but I like watching him fade to just memories, instead of remaining an all maudlin and mopey over the ’love of youir life’!”

I smiled, in spite of myself, knowing he was right. The waiter came back with the mimosas and asked if we were ready to order. He was just as pleasing to look at from the front as he’d been from the rear. His tanned complexion and his facial features further influenced my thoughts of his Latin background. The kicker, however, were his beautiful green eyes – the color of bright and lustrous emeralds – that shone from beneath his dark brow and lashes. His face had a solid set, not too square, yet not too rounded. He had a goatee and mustache, in the current style, drawing attention to his full lips and pretty smile. His beefy chest pushed against the fabric of the tee shirt, showing great definition to his pecs; his nipples poked at the fabric, as it was pulled taught across his chest. He wore the shirt tucked into his jeans, which snuggled up against his legs and pelvis, showing the outline of his package; luckily, the jeans were not so tight as to leave nothing to the imagination.

“No… uh….” Mattie started in, the inquisitor gears whirring in his mind. “I’m sorry – I don’t think I know you. Are you new here? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before. Oh! Where are my manners? I’m Mattie. Well, Matthew, if you must be butch about it. This is my close and dearly personal friend, Christopher.” Mattie held his hand up, halfway between inviting the waiter to shake it or kiss it.

“Just call me Chris, please.” I interjected. “Christopher sounds so formal and… well, stodgy.”

“I’m Joshua. And yes, I just started here.” He took a hold of Mattie’s outstretched hand and gave it a light shake. Mattie looked dejected, hoping to feel Joshua’s full lips brush against the back of his hand. He then placed his hand towards me, and I rose to grasp it. His grip was firm and strong, but not in the way that many men try to prove their masculinity, by squeezing and gripping your hand, inviting you to participate in the age old pissing contest of who was stronger. We shook hands for a moment, and I glanced up him up and down once more. “Well, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, gentlemen. It’s so much nicer that the last place I worked, where they were more interested in ME being served up instead of their breakfast. Are you ready to order?”

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Mattie’s smile faltered a bit, as if a joke had just been stolen. Recovering his jovial look, “I’ll have the Denver, with a side of bacon, with fruit instead of potatoes. Gotta watch my girlish figure, dontcha know… Cause if I don’t, who will?” Mattie paused a moment, waiting for laughter to his witty remark, but none came. “And bring me some English muffins, please.”

I ordered my usual breakfast – eggs over easy, potatoes, fruit and toast, “and a bit more coffee, please.”

Joshua turned away, “I’ll be right back with the coffee.” Before he headed off towards the kitchen to place the orders, I thought I caught a wink and a slight smile. “Give me a minute to place your orders.” With that, he was gone, heading inside.

“Well, isn’t HE one hot tamale?” Mattie cried out, voice full of mischief and frivolity. “I’d be tempted to order a spicy linguica for breakfast, hoping his cock would be on my plate! Ay carumba!”

“Down, girl. Didn’t you see he wasn’t looking for THAT kind of attention? Damn, is the world just one big schmorgasbord of man meat to you?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, it IS. Hell, one of the first things I thought when I met you, lo those many moons ago, was that I wanted to feel your muscular legs thrusting your cock deep up my ass.” He paused for a breath. “But then I realized what a sweetheart you truly were and knew I would rather have you as my friend, instead of just some trick!”

Joshua came back and refilled my cup, as well as bringing fresh orange juice for our mimosas. Mattie and I just chatted about a few things – recalling the past and friends long gone. He languished on how, now that we were both ‘over the hill’, that we needed to have all the fun we could before we had to resort to the little blue pill. Our breakfasts were served and we ate, Mattie continually looking at our server like he was the last meal for a condemned man. Mattie was one of those men that looked at any other man as a potential trick. Didn’t matter about age or race or even sexual preference; as long as the guy had a pulse and a penis, Mattie was interested!

Joshua came back, checking on us regularly. I always enjoyed the moments he returned, giving me a chance to look at his body and imagine what must be under those clothes. And, it shut Mattie up from his normal banter. He came back the final time, asking if “there was anything else” he could do and giving us the check. Mattie picked up the check and grandly announced “breakfast is on me, in celebration of your birth!” With that, he pulled out his wallet and handed a credit card and the bill to Joshua. After he returned with the slips for Mattie to sign, we got up and headed for the door. Mattie turned around “I forgot something! I’ll be right back. Wait for me!” and sailed back through the diner to the patio.

A few minutes later, Mattie returned as I was enjoying the morning sunshine warming my skin. “Well, darling! I must be off and finish running errands for tonight. Remember; be at my place at 7:00 pm! And don’t be late! You know how I hate tardiness.” He reached over and gave me a hug, kissing the air next to my cheek. “And be prepared for surprises and devilish delights!” He twirled and strode to his car.

I stood there a moment, looking after him, shaking my head. No one could ever accuse Mattie of being butch, and he sure did come across as flitty and flaky, but he was one of my best friends and one of the sweetest guys in the world. I turned towards my truck, glancing towards the diner. Joshua was standing there, at the counter, waiting for an order to come up. It seemed as though he was looking right at me, but he must have just been staring out the window.

I spent my afternoon at the gym, working my muscles, keeping my shape and tone. Even at 40, I noticed that I still got looks on the work out floor. I was glad that I’d been given good genes to begin with and that my workouts kept my frame taught and shapely. I relaxed for a while afterwards, spending time in the Jacuzzi and the saunas at the gym, relaxing my muscles, tired from the work out. Occasionally, I would catch a glance from another guy, looking over my frame with appreciation. Soaking in the Jacuzzi, I’d even felt a foot glide along my calf, an open invitation for something. But, looking around, nobody seemed to be following up with eye contact, so I didn’t pursue it. Besides, I really wasn’t looking forward to a gym bunny fuck right now.

I’d had a few work out adventures in the past – getting my cock sucked in the steam room, receiving a hand job in the Jacuzzi, fucking some guy in the showers – it all happened from time to time. But, it was kind of risky, too, which was probably part of the allure. One of the guys – the bj in the steam boy – had even come home with me from a club a few weeks later and we’d fucked until dawn. He had been a 20-something muscle boy, all hormones and youth, wanting me to fuck him in just about every position – he sat on the kitchen counter as I shoved my cock deep in his ass; he straddled me on the sofa, riding my cock like his life depended on it; he’d let me tie him up, playing on my Dom Daddy side, while he writhed and struggled, bound to my bed, begging for me to fuck him all night long. I was happy to oblige his whims, fucking him in every which way he wanted. And, I was ultimately amazed by his flexibility, as he was able to suck his 7" cock, bending like a pretzel, while I stood above him, my cock thrusting deep into his willing, upturned ass. He’d shot his load all over his face while my sperm arced across his dick and down his torso.

I headed home and grabbed a snack, wanting to eat something lite, as I knew that there would be food galore at Mattie’s party. I turned on the stereo – having filled the CD changer with current pop divas and dance tracks – and sat at the computer, checking my e-mails. Of course, there was the usual junk mail and spam – ‘buy Viagra for 99 cents!’, ‘hot & horny girls from Russia’, ‘investment secrets of the rich & famous’ – a few e-mails with some hot naked photos attached, and a few birthday wishes from online pals and web sites I used and shopped at.

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