I dragged his sweater over his head and then his T-shirt I sucked until he stopped
And what is more, what was frightening and overwhelming to me, was that immediately I looked into his eyes, I knew that he knew I wanted him
‘You wanted me to call
The meal went by in a daze I groaned as I clasped him and then slowly stroked my way down his torso feeling the swell of his buttocks, then round the front to touch his satin clad balls and finally the hard small cock
I licked softly, then scrabbled down the panties, freeing the five erect inches and letting my wet and waiting mouth find its nirvana I finally slept I tried to match my trip to the bathroom to his so I could grab a second or two alone just to see if my feelings were right although I had no idea what I would say I licked my way down the shaft, glorying in its feel, its taste its shape My two children had finished high school
I was in this state of heightened sexual awareness when it happened Sometimes I would be young woman, leading on men my own age; sometimes an older woman seducing would be and inexperienced studs
I called him boy Probably she had had other sexual adventures as well which I never discovered Much of this was new to me; all turned me on to greater or lesser degree My cock was as hard as if I was 20 again I wanted to offer him some part-time work; I could assist him to meet someone he had expressed interest in meeting over dinner, something like that perhaps I always pretended to be someone else and although I knew that this was supposed to be normal cyber practice, I was taken aback at how naturally and easily I fell into the habit I was undone I saw him look at it, read it and put it in his pocket without any sort of response to me
‘Stay there boy,’ I said, surprised at the words I uttered and their form as well as at the certainty in my mind of what I was going to do, ‘Don’t move His ribs showed clearly through his white almost translucent skin; his nipples’ pinkness the only contrast I was thinking about the need for Viagra when sex between us just petered out and my performance was no longer an issue
Yet, like many of our age, generation and experience we were slowly and quite comfortably, drifting apart Before getting together we’d each had a little sexual experience but basically we’d learnt about sex together and enjoyed it in a variety of forms and places
The boy was ordinary
I felt him gently shaking He was dressed in fashionable grunge that concealed the detail of his body
It wasn’t that I thought less about sex He was smallish and slight, almost girlish looking, badly cut blondish hair, and with nervous jerky movements
As the night wound up and they prepared to leave I surreptitiously took one of my business cards, wrote ‘call me’ on it, and as I shook hands goodbye with him I passed it to him He wasn’t wearing the boxers I had anticipated but a black satin thong, clearly originally meant for a woman
‘Hi Andy,’ I responded mechanically as a plethora of images, thoughts and sensations felt like they were melting my synapses and I, a calm, rational, normal person, tried to wrestle with what this meant I never called him that I put it down to a learning experience and told myself never to be so stupid again My daughter came to dinner with her new boyfriend, a boy she had been at school with Boy, of course, wasn’t really accurate as he was legally an adult - he was however 35 years younger than I was Sex between us became more and more infrequent I surprised even myself with the way I behaved in chat rooms and in the email dalliances I pursued I went to bed and tossed and turned all night thinking of the pain and cost of the forthcoming exposure of my stupidity and trying to think up plausible, non-sexual, reasons for asking him to call I knelt in front of him and lowered my mouth to it I pulled off his sneakers and slowly dragged his trousers down over his hips Just boy And I, except for my recent cyber curiosity, as far as I knew myself, a totally heterosexual middle-aged man, was standing there feeling my nipples tingle unbearably and my cock growing, as I desperately wanting to touch this boy
My story of boy will be continued We weren’t staid or conservative and we thought we were rather sexually adventurous although not too much so I kept looking at the boy while my mouth spouted the usual family dinner conversation I looked up at him, his spent cock still softly in my mouth He was nothing like my daughter’s previous boyfriends and was I guess the sort of young man one would normally not even register as he passed by in the street many times every day
I was a more or less contented married man in my early fifties On the contrary, I seemed to think of little else Then the doorbell rang Sometimes I would act the submissive, at others I was a master and occasionally I chanced a foray into bisexuality, gay roles and fetishism His cock, stood up strongly against the shiny material and a wet spot was visible on it
We’d been married for 30 years As I moved my head up and down, licking, sucking and worshipping him, my right hand moved to caress his still satin cupped balls while my left rose to rub and flick a nipple He didn’t resist and followed me quietly My wife was still working long hours in a senior government position My daughter and the boy left I’d recently resigned a managerial job with a large company and was operating a one-person consultancy from home and doing satisfactorily at it He was more nervous than last night and I knew then that I was on safe ground Now he groaned and arched his back ’
He looked into my eyes and without speaking communicated his submission to me I was finding that my erections were not as hard and that sometimes I was impotent
There were tears running freely down both his cheeks Over the years we’d had the usual ups and downs; my wife had had 3 or 4 affairs that I knew of, one of which was quite serious and which had at the time hurt me deeply Only his eyes seemed remarkable: piercingly pale blue and large We locked eyes several times but apart from a reinforcement of the knowledge that he knew, I could read nothing in them I knew that the soft stroke of his finger against my wrist was his sign of agreement and I stopped and turned him to face me
‘Dad, this is Andy,’ she introduced him to me at the door I flicked one of them with my fingernail and he shivered and a smile played around his mouth He lasted but a few minutes and I suddenly felt his spasm before he gushed into my mouth and I welcomed his semen as if it was his spirit
I took his hand and led him into my office His body was hairless and smooth He was so small and frail And I knew that he knew that I knew ’
‘Come in,’ I said, holding the door for him
The boy was standing there My cyber-sexual interests were extraordinarily varied and I was finding myself turned on by almost everything available in the vicarious cornucopia of sex available on the World Wide Web
And then immediately I was in agony I just knew I had to say something Some days, alone in my home office, I would put off work and spend the entire time on the Net, surfing porn sites participating in chat rooms and masturbating, two, three or four times a day My son was interstate at college while my daughter had moved into an apartment with some friends in a nearby suburb We’d muddled through these episodes as well as anyone and we could still kiss and cuddle and say with truth to each other ‘I love you’ His name was Andy
In the morning I still felt nervous but as the day wore on I began to realise nothing was going to happen How could I have been so stupid? Clearly I had misread the situation and now he would tell my daughter about my foolishness For my part I had enjoyed a number of end-of-conference one-night stands, some of which she suspected and one longer-term relationship with a work colleague that I was sure she never knew about |
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