Gorgeous

Title: Gorgeous.

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Pure gay porn!

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Summary: Looking back on his life an old man tells a story from roughly the present.

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I don't know exactly how it happened, but somehow I earned myself a reputation as the neighbourhood deflowerer of young, curious boys. I don't think I did anything to earn such a title, but an old queen like me was hardly going to complain, now was I? Being in my mid-thirties at the time, I was, of course, not ancient, but considering the median age of the gay community in my part of town, I felt I had to go pretty far away from home to find someone my age. Not that I often had the urge to go cruising for ass my own age anyway, with all the sweet young meat coming my way, but I guess everybody needs some experienced hands once in a while.

Anyway, I got lucky a few times at my local gay hangout and got to take home a few lovely, young virgins. I couldn't believe my luck. Then somehow word had got around that I was gentle and gave the new ones a hell of a first time. I never considered myself a miracle worker in bed, but I loved virgins - as probably anyone else would - and was blessed with patience and self control. On top of that, I just loved seeing those shy young guys becoming little wildcats as I slowly worked them to climax in my bed.

So there I was. Richard, an average gay man with no stunning looks or manners, being treated to all the young meat I could stand. It's a time I remember with the greatest of pleasure, now, later in life. There were many young men worth remembering in those days, but one in particular I still remember with a little flutter in my loins.

It was a lazy Saturday as any other when I got a call from David; one of my previous deflowerings and now close friend. He had turned into quite a little horn dog and had sent newbies my way before. Needless to say I was flattered and gladly accepted the commendation. Anyway, he called to tell me that he had given another newbie my number. I was fine with this, of course. Although he warned me that this one might be a bit of a hard nut to crack, he was very certain that this guy was a diamond in the raw just needing some unwrapping. His words, not mine; he was never exactly poetic in his phrasing. But, in retrospect, it turned out to be very fitting.

Hardly three hours later, another young man called. He told me his name was Andrew and that he had gotten my number from a friend. He sounded like he was almost on the verge of tears and practically whispered into the phone when I asked him if he was ok. He told me he was just nervous, and after some more whispering and stuttering, we agreed he should come over that same night. I made sure he knew he was free to back out and that if he did show up, we would only do what he wanted to. His "see ya later" was whispered so low, I couldn't even sure be he said anything at all.

I made my usual preparations for a cozy night in bed. I showered, shaved, lit candles in select places in the bedroom and wore my usual relaxation outfit; a pair of satin pajama pants and a knee-length satin robe closed loosely over it. Comfortable, easy to peel off, but not too scary for a nervous first-timer. And just in case he really was as nervous as he sounded, I made some coffee and waited for him in the kitchen, so as to start off with something completely non-sexual when he arrived.

And arrive he did, right at the agreed time. He was so nervous when I opened the door, I thought it amazing that he didn't run for the hills when I asked him to come in. He was shaking and shivering like he was cold, but it was a warm summer night, so I didn't think it likely.

He looked young. Very young in fact, but I was sure David would never send me an underage guy. He wore pretty thick glasses but the eyes beneath them were brown and had a very deep expression. His lips were nicely curved with a blushing deep pink color against his lighter skin. He had short brownish-blonde hair and looked like puberty hadn't really reached an end yet. He was pale, very thin and seemed a little clumsy in his movements. Despite his gangly figure, he had lovely narrow hips and a wonderful long neck that made my mouth water. He had no hint of facial hair but smooth skin with a few freckles. He was obviously shy, but I thought he looked absolutely delicious - glasses and all. What can I say, I'm a hound for young guys.

I invited him into the kitchen and offered him coffee. After some gentle nudging, I pulled out of him that he wasn't much of a coffee drinker and pushed a soda into his hands. He seemed a little relieved to have something to do with his hands and clutched the bottle so hard his knuckles turned white. I was starting to think David might have misread this little cutie. He looked so fearful I was afraid I might do serious damage if I made a move. So I took it as slow as I possibly could. I talked to him about everything and anything, got very short and quiet answers and slowly his clenched up shoulders seemed to relax just a little bit. So I thought we might as well approach the true purpose of our meeting.

It took a little time. I stared intently at him, making him raise his eyes and meet my gaze. I smiled at him and immediately he blushed and looked down. God, he was adorable! When he finally looked up again, I asked him what he had tried. He looked like he had no clue what I was asking. So I clarified that I wanted to know how experienced he was. He locked his gaze on the floor again, and mumbled something about 'one date with a girl' and I think I heard the word 'disaster' in there somewhere. I thought I'd better cover the basics, so I asked him how long he had been interested in men, if at all. This time he never even lifted his eyes as I asked. I thought I saw his lips move, but no sound came out. This wouldn't do. I reached over and hooked my forefinger under his chin and lifted his face up. His eyes were closed like he didn't dare look at me. I held my grip, though, and after the longest time, he finally opened his eyes. I tried as gently as I could to coax an audible answer out of him, just holding his gaze. He wiggled a little, as if trying to escape my touch, but then sort of resigned himself to the situation and really talked to me.

"I... I think I've always been curious about guys. I only went out with the girl to try it." He closed his eyes and winced. "It was horrible".

I really felt we were getting somewhere now and pressed on a little, hoping he wouldn't clam up on me again.

"So, you've never been with a guy before?"

This time he surprised me by looking me straight in the eye, with a little bitterness to his expression.

"Never even a kiss."

I got the feeling it wasn't for lack of trying, and I think I guessed now why David had sent him to me. He was absolutely lovely, but so tightly wound up he really needed some gentle guidance to start with. At this point I wasn't as much turned on, as feeling protective of this handsome youth. I really wanted him to blossom and I couldn't wait to be the one to set his body on fire. But all in good time. And we had plenty.

I thought it was now time to make a move, so I leaned over my small kitchen table and placed a little peck on his cheek. He immediately froze and looked back at the floor. It was adorable like hell and making my heart race, but I took it even slower, wanting him to find out the right way what he wanted. I placed my hands over his, as he still held them tightly around the soda bottle on the table. I could feel him shaking a little and just held my hands there until the shakes subsided. I thought now was the time to apply a little pressure. I had to be sure he would be able to say no if I pushed too far.

"Tell me what you want."

No reaction.

"Please Andrew. Just talk to me. I won't do anything if you don't want me to. So please, tell me what you want."

He was breathing hard now and was obviously gathering courage. He mumbled again, but realized that I probably hadn't heard what he had said. So he swallowed hard and lifted his eyes to mine.

"I want... I want... you to kiss me."

I thought it was a wonderful place to start and told him so. He blushed again and just waited for my move.

"I need you to promise me you'll say no if I go too far."

I looked intently at him until he answered quite clearly and very fast.

"I promise. Please kiss me."

The last bit caught me slightly off-guard, but I smiled and got to work immediately.

I stood up and walked to his side of the table. I gently pulled him up to me and put my arms around him. Our height difference was such that my chin could rest perfectly on his head, and I just stood like that for a while, hugging him to me. His arms slowly snaked around my waist and just rested there. I then reached a hand behind his head and tickled the hairs on the back of the neck lightly, while slowly tilting his face up to mine. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open and his breathing shallow. I slowly - ever so slowly lowered my face to his and placed the softest kiss I could possible accomplish on his lips. He trembled. Very much. I asked if he was ok. He nodded, still with his eyes closed and his lips parted, and I felt his arms tighten slightly around my waist. I moved in to deepen the kiss and he parted his lips a fraction more to allow me access. I gently probed around his tongue for a while and finally felt him responding a little. I broke the kiss and just looked at him. His face was flushed and he was panting softly. His eyes were still closed behind the glasses. God, I was having trouble holding back now. He was so gorgeous and I just had to tell him. When I did his eyes flew open and he stared at me with obvious disbelief.

"You're joking!"

He looked like he was about to cry. I thought I'd better make things crystal clear to him, so I pressed myself against him. If he didn't notice my rock hard boner through my thin clothes, he would have to be extremely dim. There was no mistaking his reaction when he felt it against his belly. He gasped loudly and dug his nails into my hips. I felt his own member through his jeans against my leg and while I didn't get the feeling he was packing anything big, there was no doubt about the state it was in. I thought it must be almost painful for him, as hard as it felt. I moved my face very close to his, so he felt my breath on his lips as I answered.

"I never lie about those things. And even if I tried, my boner would betray me right away, don't you think?"

He just stared at me and stammered.

"I... I... I'm not... gorgeous."

He breathed out the last word and tried to close the distance for another kiss, but I teased him and moved away a fraction. I had him now.

"Then what are you exactly?" I whispered and licked my lips, still just looking into his eyes.

He looked like he was about to faint on the spot and tried again to kiss me. But I held him from me waiting for an answer.

"I'm... I'm... I... dunno... "

I chose that moment to close the distance and bite down on his lower lip. I sucked it into my mouth, feeling the warm blood rush to it, and finally letting it go with a little wet noise. He gasped. I pressed him still tighter to me and growled into his ear:

"Tender... so young and tender."

And then I bit down on his earlobe.

His knees buckled and he moaned loudly into my ear. He clung to me so hard I felt his nails digging sharply into my back and pressed his groin so tight to me that I'm sure it must have hurt him. Then I suddenly felt a wetness on my thigh. I looked down and had to smile in amazement when I saw a wet spot on the front of his jeans. He had obviously just come hard in his pants. He still clung to me and hid his face on my shoulder. Then I heard a sniffle and felt a little sob run through him. I forced him gently from my shoulder and looked down at him. What on earth was the matter? I bent down and kissed away the tear I could see running down his cheek. I was very afraid that I had pushed him too far after all, and I said I was very sorry if I had crossed his boundaries. This just made him cry harder. He clung to me again and sobbed something into my shoulder.

"What sweetie? What's the matter?"

Then he suddenly let go of me and almost yelled:

"I'm sorry!!"

I was dumbfounded. What on earth was the big disaster? He seemed to be breaking to bits before my eyes as he suddenly let a torrent of words gush out with breaking voice.

"I'm sorry I can't hold back! I'm sorry I'm so hideous! I'm sorry I'm so small, stupid and dorky! I'm sorry I'll never get past puberty! I'm sorry I have to show everyone my driver's license, before they can believe I'm nineteen instead of eleven! I'm sorry I'll never have a body worth looking at! I'm fucking sorry!!"

He collapsed on the chair and sobbed uncontrollably into his hands. I stood for a few seconds considering where to go from here. His self esteem issues were clearly severe, and at that moment I felt a very unfamiliar urge to find the people who had led him to believe those things about himself, and pound them to mince.

I recovered quickly however, and decided it was time for action. I forced one of his hands away from his face and held it tight in mine. Then I pulled him out of the kitchen and into the bathroom. I'd never done it this way before, but he was so special and obviously needed special treatment. I started to run hot water into my large bathtub and sat him down on the edge of it. He didn't even object when I took off his glasses and slowly started to undress him. It wasn't even sexual. I just needed to warm him up -literally. However non-sexual the situation was, my cock wasted no time in letting me know that it definitely approved of this beauty I was uncovering. And my hard-on never went down. I was already dipping into some of my self-restraint in order to hold back and not ravage him on the spot.

He was as thin under his clothes as he looked. His ribs were clearly visible under his almost milky white skin and he had a very pronounced spine that made a beautiful pattern of bumps all the way down his back. His hips were, as I expected, narrow and surprisingly not very boney. I was sure he could have any man he wanted if he just rocked those hips a little. His cock was small and a little slippery from his cum, but I still thought it was perfect. It fitted him in size and shape and it was resting in a small nest of light brown hair - the only hair I had seen on his body so far. His small pink nipples stood out in the chill of the room and he had goosebumps on his thin thighs.

I shrugged out of my bath robe, and it was then his tear streaked face seemed to show the first sign of real interest since we entered the bathroom. He stared openly and seemingly fascinated at my chest. I'm not furry like a bear or anything, but my chest is covered in light black hair all over. It's a bit denser around my navel, and a trail down to my pubic area, but that's it. It seemed to fascinate him, though, and like he wasn't even thinking, he reached up and lightly touched the hair, just brushing over it without touching my skin. Now it was my turn to shiver and very visible goosebumps erupted all over my body. My cock gave a slight jerk and I had to swallow hard to regain some composure. He didn't even seem to notice my reaction and just stood there touching the hair gently. I let him touch until the tub was full and I had to lean over to turn off the water.

I told him to get in. He did so without arguing and just sat there looking miserable. I tilted his head back on the edge where I had placed a towel, and he did so with a sigh and closed his eyes. He seemed resigned to whatever I had in mind, so I went to work. I soaked a washcloth and gently washed the tears off his face. Then I soaped up the cloth and washed his shoulders, his neck, his upper chest and arms. I took my time, and miserable as he seemed, he didn't object. When I had washed everything that wasn't under water, I got him to stand up and slowly washed him down. I avoided his pubic area for a while, but when I did get there I took my time. I never touched him there with my hands, only with the washcloth. His cock had been hard again for a while and it throbbed a little as I slowly washed it, but as he had just come, it seemed he wasn't about to shoot again right away. He looked away when I washed him. Like he was unwilling to look at himself. It stung my heart a little, but only made me more determined to get him through this. When he was washed over with soap, I rinsed him off and sat him down in the water again. I then stepped out of my pants and climbed in behind him. He seemed a little disconcerted by my obvious arousal, but I settled him between my legs and tilted him back, so he was leaning against my shoulder, and after a few minutes he finally started to relax.

He was warm, clean and settled. I enjoyed the closeness for a while more before I thought it was time for my planned shock treatment. I locked my arms over his chest so he couldn't move and said clearly into his ear:

"You are so sexy."

He flinched and tried to move, but I held him close and talked on.

"You are beautiful. You are amazing. You are so incredibly hot you make my mouth water."

He wiggled and I heard a new sob.

"You smell fantastic. You are so adorable when you blush. You have the most delicious body I've seen in ages."

He sobbed again and I heard him whimper something like:

"No... don't..."

But I wasn't about to stop.

"You are so young and tasty I can't believe you want an old fag like me even touching you. But I have you now, right where I want you my little, sweet thing."

He shivered again in the hot water, and as he strained against my arms, I saw the tip of his cock breaking the surface, looking to the ceiling.

"I'm gonna make you moan with pleasure. I'm gonna see your skin flush as I kiss you all over your glorious body. I'm gonna kiss you until you beg for mercy and then I'm gonna stop until you beg me for more."

He sobbed harder but wasn't trying to get free anymore. I kissed his neck and gave him the final punch.

"And when I think you've begged enough, I'm gonna pop your tasty little cherry and I'm gonna fuck you, until you've come at least three times all over my sheets. And when you think you don't have any more cum to give, I'm gonna make you come again in my mouth and I'll drain you for every last lustful drop."

He whimpered and I saw white pearls erupt from his cock just below the surface of the water. Glorious. I savoured the sight and pinched his nipples just above the water level. He sucked air in between his teeth and I thought we were about ready for the next step. I rinsed the remaining soap off the both of us, before stepping out and draining the water from the tub. He just stood dripping where I left him on the small rug in the middle of the room. His eyes were red from crying, but his face had a slight glow to it, a glow that the first release didn't seem to have brought on. It looked like things were going the right way. But we weren't done yet.

I had a full length mirror on the back of my bathroom door, and I placed him in front of it, wet and naked. I put his glasses on, so he could be in no doubt that it was time to use his eyesight. He kept his eyes closed, not wanting to look at himself, but I just stood behind him and held him there until he finally opened his eyes. He frowned at his body and slouched forward, maybe to trying to hide, but I put my hand on the small of his back, and forced him to stand straight. This made his semi-hard cock the thing closest to the mirror, and as I saw his eyes drift down his own image, he paused as he came to it, looking almost disgusted before he closed his eyes tight and a single tear squeezed out. This was the really hard part, I thought. I know it could go terribly wrong, but I was sure I could make this angel appreciate his body just a little more before I was done with him.

I had bombarded his hearing, now it was time for his sight. I stepped in close behind him and when he opened his eyes again I locked my gaze with his in the mirror over his shoulder.

"Look at you".

I brought my hands around him and lightly scratched his belly.

"Look at this beautiful young man. Look at this flawless skin. This lovely chest. These sweet nipples."

I squeezed them gently as I mentioned them. He gasped and his eyes snapped shut. I let my hands trail every inch of his body that the mirror showed and talked him through every delicious inch. At first he kept his eyes shut, but eventually, he couldn't help but watch the progress of my hands over his moist skin.

"Look at your perfect hips. One swing with those and no man could say no to you. Look at your legs. The slender thighs and calves. Just look at them. And your feet. These feet were made to be tickled."

And as I said so, I lifted up his left foot and ran a single finger underneath. He pulled back his foot and I thought I saw a shadow of a smile across his face. Yes, we were getting there. But I suspected the hardest part was still to come. I stood up and cupped his face with my hands from behind.

"Look at your eyes. Just look at them. How deep they are. How bright. But they will be brighter. Oh yes. I will make them shine tonight. And your lips. My God, look at your lips! Those sensual lips. They can have no other purpose than sliding over a man's cock. And if lady luck smiles on me, I will see that later."

I trailed a finger over his lips and they parted slightly. He let out a deep sigh as I ran my finger over his lower lip. Then he surprised me by suddenly sucking my finger into his mouth. I wasn't prepared for it and i couldn't help but moan right next to his ear. I felt him shiver. He let his tongue dance over my finger for a while more, before pulling off and kissing it gently. Holy cow... if this was anything like what he would do to me later, all my famous self control would be right out the window. But now for the grand finale. I sent a silent prayer for strength to some higher power, before reaching down and cupping his balls with one hand and held his hard-again cock in my other. He had shut his eyes again. He clearly didn't want to look at this. But I intended to force him to face it - to realize how delicious he was. Every last bit of him.

"My sweet young virgin. Look at what I have in the palm of my hand. Just look at it. Look at it and see what I can do with it."

He drew in a sharp breath as I gently squeezed his balls and stroked his shaft a few times. It took all my self control to hold back now. I suddenly stopped still. We just stood there. Him, with his eyes closed and his hands balled into fists at his sides. Me, with his burning hot cock and balls in my hands. But I wouldn't give him more before he looked.

"Just look at it. See what I can do with it."

Still I did nothing. He tried to move so my hand would stroke him, but I squeezed my elbows tight to his sides, so he couldn't.

"Just look. Then there will be more. Look at it. Look at this beautiful cock. Look at that delicious head appearing when I stroke. Just look. Just look."

He was sweating now and his nails were cutting into his palms as he clenched his fists, trying to fight the inevitable. But he was giving in. I felt it as sure as I felt the drop of pre cum dripping onto my hand from the tip of his cock. Finally his eyes snapped open and as soon as I saw it, I began stroking him.

I let him watch as his cock dipped in and out of my hand and as my other hand gently tickled and squeezed his balls. Now that his eyes were open, it looked like he was never going to close them again. He was staring mesmerized at my hands, which were doing every good thing to him I knew. And still I talked to him.

"Look how smooth the head is. See how it's glistening with your pre cum. Look at it. Watch me spread all this wonderful liquid all over your cock head. Look at my thumb rubbing it in. Just look at it. Look at these luscious balls. Watch how they contract when I tickle them."

He was gasping again and was leaning back towards me, which just made his wonderful slim cock even more obvious in the mirror. His eyes never left his groin now and I made the most of it - rubbing, stroking, tickling, squeezing; inducing the fantastic sensations I knew were completely new to him. At least, coming from someone else.

There was just one more thing to show him. In one swift move I removed my hand from his cock and lifted up his right leg. My other hand lifted up his balls and the mirror now revealed that little secret spot. I wondered if he had ever actually looked at himself like this. From the way his eyes widened and stared, I'd say not. His little brown knot stood out clearly against his white skin, and I must admit my self-restraint was quickly diminishing, as I watched and drooled. It took me some effort to get back on track for the last bit.

"Wow. Look at that sweet little cherry. My God, look at it. See how sweet and tight it looks. So sweet... so sweet. Oh how I'll enjoy eating up that sweet little knot. Softening it up to make room for my cock. I can hardly wait."

As a final touch I let my pinky on the hand that held his balls stretch in and just slide once over the knot. He moaned loudly and his eyes slid shut. I quickly squeezed at the base of his cock, and with a little skill and patience, I managed to hold back his impending orgasm.

He panted heavily - like he had just run a marathon - when I finally let him go. His knees were shaking and his cock was throbbing visibly. As I looked into his eyes, I finally saw what I had been waiting for. Blazing hot hunger. No longer hidden away under all his fears and doubts. He was no longer looking at himself. He was looking at me and positively x-raying me with his gaze. He turned away from the mirror and faced me. Now that I had made him face himself he was more than ready for what he'd really come for. Now it was time for him to act. I had done my part, for now.

I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. I headed slowly towards the bedroom and, without looking back, I sensed him following me. As I reached the bedroom door, I looked back at him and saw him staring hungrily at my ass. My cock lurched again and I was very happy to know that I would soon feel some release, myself. I went in and laid back on the bed with my hands behind my head.

He just stood there for a while, staring at me in the dim light. His lips were parted slightly and his heavy breathing was very visible as his chest widened immensely at each breath. I just waited. Rather impatiently, I might add, but I wanted him to take the step. And finally, he did. He very slowly crawled onto the bed towards me. His eyes were locked on my cock, which was now more or less purple from holding back. Just to tease him a bit, I wiggled on the bed, so my cock waved in front of his face. His eyes followed it from side to side and he looked like he was about to start drooling. Yes sir, we had arrived. He looked up at me once for some sort of confirmation and I hardly had time to nod encouragingly before he dove in.

I very nearly screamed as his hot mouth closed around my cock. He let his tongue explore my cock head and I let him do it. Frankly, after one look at his sweet lips around my rod, I would let him do anything to me for as long as he liked. Damn, he was hot! He explored and bobbed a little every once in a while and he was driving me out of my mind. I thought it was time to warn him as I felt my balls starting to tingle, but just as I was about to do so, he dove down quickly so my cock head bumped into the back of his mouth. At the same second he reached down and squeezed my balls and I was gone. There was simply no time to do or say anything before I erupted into his mouth roaring out my pleasure. When I felt the first spurt leave my body, I tried to let him know that it was alright to pull off if he wanted, but as he tasted it, he clamped his lips more tightly around my shaft, not letting a single drop escape his mouth. I gasped for air as spurt after spurt left me, and I saw little exploding dots before my eyes as he kept sucking my cock after the last was drained from me.

I felt him finally release my cock, and, after blinking furiously a few times, he swam into focus again, crawling up along my side. As soon as I had caught my breath again, I closed my arms around him and kissed him for all he was worth. I hungrily ate his mouth and he whimpered against my lips. I quickly slipped off his glasses and kissed his face all over. I heard him gasping for air as I moved downwards. I kissed, nibbled and scratched my way down... down... down. By the time I got to his belly button, I had to force myself to stop and let him collect himself a little. This time, he suppressed his release with no help from me. I looked down at him proudly as he sweated and panted, willing himself to calm down. I didn't make it easy for him, however. I watched him lying there and let my eyes take in the whole glorious sight. At the same time, I licked my lips and stroked my semi-hard cock, letting him watch me while he tried to breathe more normally.

When I felt he was sufficiently relaxed again, I intended to go the rest of the way, if that was what he wanted. I crawled on top of him and kissed him with passion. Then I locked my gaze with his, feeling my heart thunder at the look in his eyes.

"Tell me what you want, Gorgeous."

His eyes fluttered closed and he held me tightly. Then he looked directly at me and drove me wild, by saying quite clearly:

"I want you to take me. I want you to pop my cherry, to take my ass and fuck me silly. Please, please fuck me."

He was begging me and I was so ready to give in. I dug out lube as fast as lightning and started to get him ready. I spread his legs and probed and felt him using plenty of the lube. But he had more surprises. After only a few seconds of the usual virgin tightness, he suddenly showed unusual skill in relaxing, and in no time at all he was ready.

From the second my first finger passed his rim, he was whimpering and moaning. I heard him gasping and gibbering all kinds of hot things while I worked him up. He was almost weeping with pleasure when I finally felt he was ready, and as soon as I popped my cock head inside, he shot an amazing load all over his belly. When he was done shooting, I took advantage of his relaxed state and slowly, but smoothly drove my rod into him to the hilt. He moaned and writhed under me and kept begging me for... I hardly knew what. He was gibbering incoherently as I steadily fucked him deeply. The only words that rang clearly through the room were:

"Please, please, please..."

His cock never went completely soft after his last climax, and it was a matter of a few minutes before he was sporting the same amazing hard-on, and building for another orgasm. I felt I had been pushing the truth a little when talking him to release in the bath, but I was starting to think it might actually happen. He seemed to have a lot more in him than I had thought a first timer would. Oh, he was a treasure. I made a mental note to thank David a million times next time I saw him, for serving this gem to me on a platter. A few more deep strokes and a couple of times hammering suddenly in to the hilt, and he came again. Not as much as before, but still plenty, considering what I had already drained from him today. In my opinion it was amazing indeed.

I thought he might be needing a little rest after so much in such a short time, so I started to pull out. Before I made it all the way, however, he clenched his legs around me and forced me back in. He shook his head slightly, as if trying to clear his head, and pulled me down for a kiss. He attacked my mouth with all he had. What he lacked in technique, he made up for with enthusiasm. I felt him breathing very hard through his nose and the heat from his blushing face so close to mine. He was certainly waking up now. I felt a deep kind of joy watching him letting all his pent up lusts loose on me. Oh my. Lucky, lucky me. He scratched my back wildly as he bucked his hips towards me for more. I held back a little, trying to sweeten the experience for him, but he suddenly snarled at me and forced himself towards me, so my cock slid even deeper inside him. I didn't think it was possible, but there it was. I couldn't believe how this angel was turning demon right before my eyes. His eyes were glassy and sweat was running down his neck. As I bent down to lick it up, he grabbed my head and roughly forced my face up to look him in the eyes. He panted deeply for a second before growling, yes, growling at me:

"Fuck... me... now!"

I was taken aback, but my cock certainly wasn't. I felt it twitch and so did he. He yelped and grabbed my ass so hard I thought it might be bruised. So I gave him what he wanted.

I lifted his legs to my shoulders and firmly grabbed his thighs. I pulled out, slowly, and enjoyed for a second watching him squirm, before hammering into him with all I had. He screamed so loud I feared I might have hurt him, but then he started screaming words at me that left no doubt what he wanted.

"YES, YES, YES, OH GOD YES!!!"

If I needed any more encouragement, this was certainly sufficient. I gave it everything I had and my own cock soon felt a little sore from the experience. Never-the-less, I felt myself tingle again and somehow he must have sensed it too, because he screamed, moaned, yelled and cried at me to come in him, to fill him up, to drench his ass in my seed. Then all thought was lost as I exploded in my second orgasm of the evening. I fell backwards a little and let out a roar of satisfaction, feeling the climax rushing through my body. And to top it off, I felt him clench tightly around me and the last thing I saw before collapsing was his hand grabbing his cock, squeezing it once and dripping out a few more drops of cum onto the puddle already sliding towards his chin.

The first thing going through my mind when I started to come around again, was that there might be something in the old rumors of going blind from too much sex. Truth be told, my vision was blurred for a while, until I got my breathing working properly again. Damn. Any more of that and I feared I might have a heart attack. I just lay there on the lower half of the bed with his legs over me for a while, listening to us both panting. When he moved his legs off and sat up, there was something different about him. As he swung round and crawled towards me, I realized what it was. He was trying to look sexy! And damn was he doing a good job! He rocked his hips slightly while licking his lips and crawling on top if me. I was stunned. Some lucky bastard was going to have a hard time pleasing him if he wanted this much every time. He sat on my waist and rested his elbows on my chest, while letting my cum drip out of him onto my groin. God, he was hot! He bent down and kissed me deeply and rubbed his cum over my belly with his still semi-hard cock. Damn would that monster never go down? I had to say something, as he clearly wanted more than I could provide right now. Must be an age thing but these two climaxes were my limit.

"I'm sorry Gorgeous, but this old man is too tired for more, right now."

He pouted and tried to make a disappointed face, but he only succeeded in making his lips look fuller. My cock stirred feebly, before going slack again. Had I been ten years younger...

He licked my neck and was nibbling on my earlobe when I heard him breathe into my ear:

"You said you'd suck my cock after making me come three times..."

I groaned and was about to say something like 'maybe later', when he sat up and started stroking himself in front of me. He pouted again.

"Pretty please?"

He licked his full lips and gave me a look that clearly told me he wasn't done yet. God, what had I unleashed?? He put on quite a show for me. Sitting on top of me, he stroked himself, pinched his own nipples and let out some low sounds of pleasure when playing with his balls and reaching further back. I saw his fingers disappear under him and, as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back with pleasure, I couldn't pretend I didn't want him him anymore.

My cock might not be up for more, but the little break gave me the energy I needed to go on. After all, didn't I promise to suck his cock?

I quickly pulled him up to my face, feeling my own cum oozing from his ass all the way, and dove onto his cock. He sighed deeply and continued to pinch his nipples and lick his lips, while I worked on him. I gave it all I had, doing all the things I enjoyed myself and had him panting again in only minutes. Then my playful side emerged and I had an incredible urge to tease him. So I let his cock go and looked up at him.

"Tell me what you want and I'll do it. Say nothing and I'll do nothing."

I licked my lips and gave him a little time to catch on. Then to my surprise he smiled wickedly and scooted an inch closer.

"Then lick my balls. All over."

And I did. I felt his wet cock sliding over my nose while licking and I really regretted that my own was down at the moment. He was watching my every move and was obviously very hooked on this.

"Smell my cock. And squeeze my balls while you do it."

I drew in the smell of him. Oh boy, was it sexy. When I squeezed his balls, he hissed as he inhaled sharply and bucked a little. He then leaned over my face and stood on his knees over me.

"Now take my cock, all the way down your hungry throat. Take it like you mean it!".

I was close to responding something like 'Yes Sir!' but was saved by him plunging in. He gave me no time to adjust, but as this was something I had plenty of experience with, I managed it - to his immense pleasure. I hummed deep within my throat, causing him to gasp and rotate his hips. I treated him to every trick I knew of and when he started to hump my face mercilessly, I plunged two fingers up his still loose and slippery ass. He immediately screamed and his cock jerked violently in my throat. I felt not so much a spurt as a trickle, as he came once again.

I sucked deeply to get out the very last drops he had to give, and felt his arms shake under him. I reached up and held him under his arms, helping him roll off me and onto the bed. I could see his now deep purple cock clearly against his white skin, even in the dim light, and it was still throbbing visibly as he lay there panting. I thought he was absolutely beautiful in his afterglow. He was a delicate pink color across his face and neck and was covered in sweat all over. I just settled there on my side, watching him slide into sleep. When I heard a little snore from him, I spooned up behind him and covered us both with a blanket. I couldn't sleep, so I just lay for maybe an hour watching him. He smiled and grunted, without waking up, and I was deliriously happy that I was the cause of that smile.

Suddenly I heard a distant phone ring. It wasn't a tune I recognized, but before I could get up and investigate, Andrew stirred and woke up. When he heard the ringing he scrambled out of bed and ran for the phone I supposed was in his jacket in the hall. Even across the distance, I could hear an angry female voice yelling down the phone. Andrew gave mumbled replies to her rambling and hung up after a few minutes. When he came back into the bedroom, he sat gingerly on the edge of the bed and sighed deeply.

"My mum wants me to be home this instant. I hate still living at home."

His voice was bitter, so I couldn't help sliding up to him and kissing the back of his neck. He closed his eyes and melted back into me.

"I wish I could stay, but I really have to go. I didn't tell mum where I was going and she's having a fit."

He turned to face me and put his arms around me. He hugged me close and then looked deeply into my eyes. I was the one melting now.

"I wanna thank you so much for doing this for me. Thank you, thank you, thank you."

I saw tears in his eyes again and stroked his back gently while he talked on.

"I swear I'll never forget this. It's the most incredible thing that has ever happened to me and if you ever need anything, please call me. I'll do anything for you."

I was touched - but I knew what I wanted from him. So I told him.

"If you'll do anything for me, then do this... Go home. Find a guy you like and fuck him silly every night like we just did. Never be ashamed of yourself. Never doubt you're good enough. And call me when you find a guy. I want to be the first to know who'll be lucky as hell."

He blushed a deep red when I said this and I started to fear he had fallen for me. I was flattered, but didn't want that for him. Besides, I was more than happy as a free man at this time. But he didn't even look at me. He looked at his toes with a dreamy look in his eyes. When he looked up again, he beamed at me.

"I promise. But I already know who the lucky guy is. It's David."

At this, I couldn't help but laugh and hug him to me. Oh, David was gonna have his work cut out for him. I didn't even consider that David might not want Andrew. I knew David, and he was - as I said before - quite the horn dog.

After sitting for a while just savouring the hug, Andrew got off the bed. I smacked him playfully on the ass when he passed me, and he smiled at me in a way that could melt glaciers. When he was finally fully clothed again, we hugged and kissed in the hall. I hadn't bothered getting dressed, and he gave my cock a fond squeeze before he left, his face shining like the 'unwrapped diamond' he was.

I'll never forget that boy. Gorgeous.

End.