Date: Tue, 3 Apr 2007 03:56:08 EDT
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: My 50th Birthday Present part one

This is a homosexual fantasy, if it is illegal for you to read it for
whatever reason please exit now. Because it is a fantasy the sex will be unprotected,
but please practice safe sex yourself.
Hi, I'm Paul; I've just turned 50, and what a birthday present I had! I'll
tell you all about it, but first some background.
Four years ago my partner of 20 years left me, just before his 40th birthday,
I was 46. He informed me that he'd met a 20-year-old Australian and he was
emigrating to Australia to be with him. I wasn't surprised; our relationship had
been rocky for a few years. We had to sell the house and split the money;
which gave me enough to buy a 2-bedroom apartment in a nice area. I own a
thriving newsagents, which is run by my very capable manager. I only work a few hours
a day, ordering, accounts and covering lunch breaks, which means that I'm
usually home around 2 p.m.
When I moved in, and the deliverymen had gone, the woman from the apartment
opposite knocked on my door. She introduced herself as Joyce and invited me
into her apartment for a coffee, which I accepted, anything to get away from the
unpacking! We hit it off straight away; Joyce was a striking woman, she was
5ft 10, (I'm 5ft 9) well built and obviously mixed race, black haired, pale
brown skin with almond shaped blue eyes. She was open and easy going. I soon
learned that she was 44, unmarried with a 12-year-old son, Gary, who went to the
local grammar school. Joyce sounded very proud when she told me Gary was a very
good middle distance runner. She showed me a photo, Gary was good looking,
almost pretty, paler than his Mom, but he had her amazing blue eyes, and his
thick hair was jet black and straight, it was collar length. He was stood by his
Mom in the photo, and looked tall for his age, around 5ft 5. I met Gary when he
got home from school, he was a very personable boy and very attractive, and
did look a couple of years older than 12. He went and changed out of his school
uniform and came back in a pair of baggy shorts and a tight T-shirt. His
torso looked good, no big muscles, but tight with a washboard stomach; his legs
were quite muscular for 12. I told Joyce he'd break a few hearts when he was
older, she laughed. I didn't fancy him, I don't go in for pre-pubescent boys,
but there was no denying how attractive he was.
The next couple of weeks were quite hectic, decorators, new furniture etc. I
saw Joyce and Gary often and we soon became friends. Eventually everything was
done and Thursday night I thought I'd celebrate by having Joyce and Gary over
for dinner, I'd invite them tomorrow morning. I'd just poured myself a large
vodka and sorted out a porno DVD for my evening's entertainment when my
doorbell chimed. It was Joyce, she apologised for coming round at 10p.m., but she
needed to talk to someone. She seemed very upset and asked if I'd like a glass
of wine, she'd obviously had a glass or two already; and I'd have to go to
her flat, she couldn't leave Gary on his own.  I told her I didn't drink wine,
but I'd bring my vodka over and she could tell me what was the matter. I
picked up a bottle of vodka, and glass in hand, I followed her into her flat.
Joyce told me to sit down and that Gary was in bed ready for school. To cut a
long story short she'd started dating a guy from the office, who'd said he
was single, but a friend had phoned her and she'd found out he was married.
Then Joyce told me all about Gary's Dad, he'd been a lecturer at her university
where she'd been taking an adult degree. They'd had a wild affair, but when
she found out she was pregnant with Gary he wanted her to have an abortion. She
wouldn't, he wouldn't leave his wife and family, so she broke off the
affair.
He'd been generous though; he'd bought her the flat and paid maintenance for
Gary. She'd got her degree and took a part-time job in Social Services, 20
hours a week which gave her time to bring up Gary, she was still there. Trying
to change the subject, to take her mind off men, I asked about her background.
Joyce had been brought up in London, her Mom was white, and her Dad was half
Jamaican half Chinese; they were both teachers. They'd divorced 10 years ago,
her Mom was still in London, but her Dad had gone back to Jamaica. So that
accounted for her and Gary's exotic appearance I thought. Forgetting P.C. I asked
what colour Gary's Dad was. Joyce actually half smiled and told me he was
white.
Well we ended up getting drunk and I told Joyce I was gay, she said it wasn't
a problem, she'd guessed anyway. After that night our friendship just got
stronger and stronger, we even gave each other a spare set of house keys in case
of any problems. Oh, I almost forgot, Thursday night's meal went really well
we all seemed totally at ease in each other's company.
I got on really well with Gary; he seemed to miss having a man around. Joyce
didn't have a car, she was saving for Gary's future education, and she cycled
to her office, about 20 minutes away. Gary also cycled to school about the
same distance. A couple of months after I'd moved in I went to Joyce's for an
impromptu evening meal. The talk got around to Gary's running and he told his
Mom that he'd got a meeting on Saturday, but there was a problem. Asked to
explain he told us that the gym teacher who usually drove him to the meetings
(Gary was the only boy whose parent couldn't drive him to race meetings) was ill.
Gary said he'd have to go by train, the meeting was 50 miles away and that
meant he'd have to be up at 5 to catch the only train that would get him to the
meeting on time. Normally they'd set out just before 9:00. I interrupted and
told Joyce and Gary that I'd be happy to drive him there. After asking
Joyce, who'd got no objections, Gary happily accepted my offer. 
That became a pattern, and I was more than happy to do it, Gary was
intelligent and good company. I found out that he was into IT, liked running, but was
beginning to take an interest in football. I told him that I liked to watch
Spanish football, I took most of my holidays there, and my interest had started
when I watched it on TV in the local Spanish bars. We built up a good
relationship on those journeys; I think Gary looked upon me as a father figure, which I
found flattering.
One morning about 6 months later Joyce asked me if I'd baby-sit Gary for a
couple of hours that afternoon when he got back from school, she had to work
late. I told her I'd be happy to. Gary arrived at 4p.m., he told me that he had
some homework to do, and could he use my kitchen table to work on his laptop.
When he'd settled I made him a drink and some sandwiches and went to watch the
TV. He'd finished by 6:00 p.m., so I made us both a coffee and we sat
chatting, mainly about his growing interest in football. He told me he wasn't getting
any better at running so he was going to ask his Mom if he could join his
school's football team. He'd spoken to his running coach and the football coach
and they'd both said it was OK with them, but he'd have to have his Mother's
permission.
When he asked Joyce she'd agreed, and because his birthday was only a few
days away I bought him his first football kit. My own birthday was four days
after his and I was pleasantly surprised on the day when he gave me a book I'd
been talking about. Joyce told me that it had been his own idea.
So instead of taking him to athletic meetings I began taking him to football
training sessions and matches, of course I stayed to cheer him on, as I had
done at the athletics meetings. My car smelt of boy's sweat, mud and grass on
the return journeys, a very evocative smell. By the time his fifteenth birthday
was approaching Gary had grown to almost six feet, his frame was still slight
but firm and he had strong, muscular legs. His voice, already deep, had got
even deeper when it broke.
Whenever he came around he was usually in shorts and a T-shirt, I was
beginning to get turned on by his sexy body. For his fifteenth birthday I bought him
the new Barcelona strip, he liked Spanish football as much as I did by then. I
gave it to him on the afternoon; Joyce was working late so Gary, as usual,
was in my flat after school. He thanked me and asked if he could try it on there
and then, I told him to change in the guest bedroom; he looked a little
downcast when I said that but went to change. He came out and paraded around in
front of me, showing off with a wide grin on his face. When Gary put his hands on
his hips and pushed his groin forwards, it was obvious he wasn't wearing
underwear, there was a sizeable protrusion hanging down his leg.
To my horror I felt my own cock stirring so I made an excuse about having to
start cooking and went into the kitchen. I only wear a sweatshirt and trackies
around the house so any growth of my cock would be instantly noticeable. Gary
hadn't got homework that day, so as soon as he was engrossed with the TV I
sneaked into my bedroom and put a tight pair of swimming trunks on under my
trackies. I hoped that would be enough to hide my bulge if I started to get hard
again.
Back in the kitchen I put a chicken in the oven and went back to the living
room. Without thinking I sat on the settee next to Gary. He gave me a big smile
and opened his legs wide as he sprawled down the settee like young guys do. I
couldn't help but look at his crotch; his cock must be really big from the
size of the lump. Thank God for the trunks I thought as I felt my cock
stiffening again. My own sex life with other guys since I'd moved into the flat was
non-existent; I got myself off watching or reading porn, usually with a dildo up
my bum.
The very next day Gary started asking me about my being gay, what did I like,
what did I do? I told him that it was personal and if he wanted to discuss
homosexuality he'd have to ask his sex education teacher at school. His face
dropped, but when I told him that I'd probably be prepared to discuss personal
things with him after he was over 16 he cheered up. Possibly, if I hadn't been
so close to Joyce and Gary and if the circumstances had been different, I might
have made a pass at him even though he was still under age, I just don't
know. Our relationship continued much the same as before, but I noticed that Gary
would show off his body whenever he could, like taking his football shirt off
when he got into the car after a match. And he'd always sit as close to me as
he could, occasionally "accidentally" brushing his leg against mine. He never
apologised, and if I looked at him he'd be looking away. I didn't feel as if
I should say anything; I thought that it would only give Gary an opening to
talk about sex stuff. I had to keep wearing the trunks; I was hard nearly all
the time I was in Gary's company. When I watched him play football I never
lusted after any of the other boys his age, just Gary. I even had fantasies about
him when I wanked off.
Time passed, and I'd forgotten about the conversation I'd had with Gary last
year. In fact, Gary's 16th birthday was only a few days away. His Gran was
coming up from London for a few days to celebrate it. I told Joyce I'd take the
three of them out for a birthday meal. I asked Joyce if there was anything in
particular Gary would like for his birthday. She suggested a voucher for PC
World, but I'd noticed that now that Gary had grown to just over 6 feet his bike
looked ridiculously small for him and it looked as if it was on its last legs
anyway. When I suggested buying him a new one she told me that it was too
much money to spend. I told her that it wasn't, I looked upon them as family now.
I'm sure there was a tear in her eyes when she finally agreed.
Gary's birthday fell on a Sunday, so I was taking them out for Sunday lunch.
On Saturday I asked Gary if he'd like to go shopping with me, he quickly said
yes. I took him straight to Halfords; he asked why we were there as we went
in. When I told him I was buying him a bike for his birthday he grinned at me,
eyes sparkling, and then hugged me tightly. Thankfully I was wearing my trunks
under my jeans, because I sprang an instant boner, I just prayed Gary couldn't
feel it against him. He picked out the cheapest half decent bike, I told him
even I could see that it was hardly any better than the old one. Gary actually
blushed and, after some cajoling he pointed out another which I could see was
far superior, and I called the assistant over and bought it. When we got to
the car we attached the roof rack and fastened the bike on. Gary hugged me and
thanked me again, and this time I'm sure he pressed his thigh against my stiff
cock. Neither of us said anything, we just got in the car and drove home.
The lunch was a great success; I said it was a double celebration for my
birthday on Thursday. I ran Joyce's Mom to the train station Monday afternoon, and
then had a quiet night in; Joyce was taking Gary to the cinema, another
birthday treat. I'd been asked to go with them, but said I'd got some shop work to
do; I was frightened of what might happen sat in the dark with Gary by my
side, because I knew that he'd be bound to ask if could sit in the middle.
I spent the night having a few drinks and watching some porn, it was of an
orgy in a dungeon. I started tossing myself off while watching a hairy, bearded,
older guy of around 40 fucking a thin, smooth, hairless younger guy who was
sat on the older guys lap impaled on his cock. The young guy looked about 18
and had a seven-inch, thinnish, cut cock that stayed rock-hard as beardy fucked
up into his arsehole. The young guy's trembling cock-shaft glistened with
pre-cum. He was groaning loudly and playing with his nipples which were very proud
and red raw. When the young guy came he shot a big load, the first shot
landing in his long blond hair the other four shots covering the rest of his sweaty
body. When he'd finished cumming his head lolled back onto beardy's
shoulder. Seconds later beardy called out and two other older guys lifted the young
guy off beardy's cock, which was uncut, 6-1/2 inches long but very, very thick
like a beer can. As the young guy supported himself on the other two guys'
shoulders they pulled his legs wide apart and positioned him so that his red-raw
gaping hole, his arse-lips had been pulled out, was directly above beardy's very
thick cock, which beardy was wanking. With their free hand they took an
arse-cheek each and pulled them further apart so that the boy's hole was opened up
even further. Beardy came almost immediately and his thick spunk shot up onto
the boy's arse-lips, arse crack and some even went into his gaping hole, the
camera work was superb. An edit of three camera angles so that you could see
everything! It was too much for me, I closed my eyes and imagined Gary naked with
a hard-on and I shot all over my chest and body.
It was an uneventful week until Thursday came around. When I got up 2 cards
had been slipped under my door, one from Joyce and one from Gary. He'd signed
his Love Gary and there was a row of kisses. Just inside the door there was a
gift wrapped package with my name on it; Joyce must have put it there, I hadn't
heard her. I opened it to find a beautiful glass bowl I'd been admiring, and
a card saying Happy Birthday Paul. Love Joyce and Gary. I was touched, it was
quite expensive. I got back from work around 3:00, and as I opened the door I
could hear the TV. Gary was sprawled on my settee in his ubiquitous shorts and
a baggy T-shirt watching an M People music DVD, he looked up and beamed at
me. Then his face dropped. He turned the TV off and held out a piece of paper to
me as he spoke.
"Hi Paul, I hope you don't mind me watching a DVD, but I had to have a break
from studying, I've been here a couple of hours. Mom was going to phone you,
but she's left you a letter instead, we've had some bad news! Oh, I forgot,
Happy Birthday."
I took the paper and opened it; I was a bit confused; I read the letter:
"Paul, my Dad in Jamaica is dying, he has pancreatic cancer, no one knew. Mom
and I are flying out tonight. He's not expected to last more than a couple of
days, so what with the funeral and stuff we'll probably be gone for two weeks
or more. Gary would be going with us but he has exams tomorrow and next week,
they are too important for him to miss. I know it's a big ask but would you
look after him while we're away? If you do agree I've told Gary to behave
himself and do whatever you tell him to. If you're not totally happy to do it call
me and I'll arrange for Gary to go into temporary care, but obviously that's
a last resort. He can sleep at home and do his own breakfasts if you like,
just do his studying and eat his main meals with you. But I have no problem if
it would be easier for him to have your guest bedroom; Gary's said he'd prefer
that. I've given him a couple of hundred pounds to give you for his keep. If
you spend any more I'll sort it when we get back. Anyway, whatever you decide
call me at my Mom's, Gary has the number.
Love Joyce."
I read the letter again, conscious of Gary staring at me. Of course I wanted
to help, but I was worried about the consequences of the two of us being alone
in the same house together. However, when I thought of Gary going into care I
knew I couldn't let it happen. I looked at Gary and smiled.
"Sorry to hear about your Granddad Gary. I'd be happy to look after you
while your Mom's away. Is that right, your Mom has written that you'd like to
move into my spare bedroom?"
Gary's whole face lit up and he beamed at me.
"Thanks Paul, I can't thank you enough. I know Mom's workmates would have
done their best for me, but it would have been awful being in care. And with an
exam tomorrow afternoon and more next week I'm sure my grades would have been
affected. I won't be any trouble I promise, I'll do everything you tell me
to, like Mom told me. Thanks again."
"It's all right Gary, you and your Mom are like family to me now anyway. Do
you want to go and get your school uniform and stuff?"
Gary actually blushed slightly.
"Er, um, I thought you'd answer yes, so I took a chance and brought my stuff
with me. My uniform is in the bedroom with my other clothes and my toiletries
are in the bathroom. I hope you don't mind? Oh, I nearly forgot, Mom said to
give you this to."
Gary fished an envelope out of his pocket and passed it to me, it was the
money.
"Thanks Gary. I'll go and make the bed up for you, and you can phone your
Mom."
While I was making the bed Gary came in and handed me his mobile. I spoke to
Joyce and assured her that everything was OK. She sounded distraught so I said
a few more words of encouragement then handed the phone back to Gary.
Afterwards I changed into a pair of trunks and my track suit, then I cooked us a
meal. While we were eating I noticed Gary's laptop was on the table, when we'd
finished Gary did the washing up and I dried. We chatted about his granddad, and
I gathered that Gary hadn't known him that well. Everything put away Gary
informed me that he was going to do some more studying, so I left him to it and
booted up my desktop and did some shop work. That done I got a VHS of Cabaret
out and watched that through my earphones so as not to disturb Gary who was
still studying. My fears of something sexual occurring lessened, but I still had
a hard-on.
It was ten-thirty when the film finished, Gary was still working. I made us a
drink and told him to turn out all the lights apart from the hall light when
he went to bed and not to stop up too late. I told him that I was going to
have a read in bed. Gary informed me that he'd be finished in 40 minutes or so
and not to worry about waking him in the morning, his exam wasn't until
one-thirty tomorrow afternoon. We wished each other good night. Later I heard Gary go
to the bathroom then go into his bedroom. Reading makes me tired, so I put my
book down and snuggled down in bed before turning out my bedside lamp.
I woke up with a start; glancing at my clock I saw that it was eleven-thirty.
Because of the hall light I saw that my bedroom door was wide open, and Gary
was framed in the doorway. He was naked but, because he was back lit, I couldn'
t make out his face or the front of his body. He cleared his throat.
"Are you awake Paul?"
"Yes, what is it?"
Before he answered Gary crossed the room and lifted up the duvet.
"I'm going to find out for myself what your sexual preferences are."
To say I was surprised would be an understatement, I was gob-smacked! Gary
seemed so calm, so self assured, while I was getting more nervous by the minute.
I stammered when I spoke.
"If you mean what I think you do Gary, why me? I'm 50 years old, balding,
and without the stamina of youth; if you think you're gay you should be finding
out with someone your own age."
"I don't care how old you are Paul, or what your body is like, I've been in
love with you since I was about fourteen, you, not just your body. I don't
know if I'm gay or bi, I just know that my going to bed with you just seems to be
the natural thing to do. I've never kissed another guy or felt another guys
cock, or had mine felt, even when we've had circle jerks at school. But
whenever I toss myself off I imagine it's me and you together, and being around you
turns me on.  Now shut up, move over, and let's make love!"
Then he slid in beside me. I didn't know what to do, but Gary took the lead
as he embraced me and kissed me. Our tongues were soon duelling and Gary's
hands were all over my body, so I returned the favour, marvelling at how soft and
silky his skin was. His throbbing cock was pressed against my thigh, it felt
huge. I broke the kiss and spoke, my voice husky.
"Let me turn on the lamp and throw the duvet off, I want to admire your body."

I threw the duvet to the floor and when I'd switched the lamp on I turned and
looked Gary up and down. God he was beautiful, as I said he topped 6ft with a
compact, slim, firm body, bulkier than a year ago, with a washboard stomach.
He had long legs with muscular thighs and was totally hairless apart from a
sprinkling of silky black pubic hairs at the base of his cock. And what a cock,
it was about 8 inches long and about 5 inches around, a little thicker than
mine. His tightish foreskin had peeled back to reveal a shiny, purple, slightly
flared knob. His balls were average sized housed in a smooth tight ball-bag.
His cock was stiff and pointed to his chin; it was gently curved so that it
pointed towards his body, almost touching his flat belly. There was a fine string
of glistening precum hanging from his wide cock-slit to his belly. I
inadvertently licked my lips. Gary grinned and rolled onto his side so that I could
see his beautifully smooth, hairless bubble-butt, his arse cheeks dimpled and
well muscled. When he pulled his arse cheeks apart to reveal his pale purple
pucker my own cock stiffened to its full 6 inches. Gary turned back and embraced
me again, and we continued kissing and fondling for several minutes, both of
us getting more and more aroused. Gary rolled onto his back and pulled me on
top of his body.
"Let's 69 Paul, I think I'll be cumming soon."
"If that's what you want, you're in charge."
"Er  ... um, you'll have to tell me what to do Paul, I've seen a bi-porno
video at a mate's, but I've never actually done it before."
"Just copy what I do to start with Gary, the rest will come naturally, oh,
and watch your teeth when you're sucking my cock."
I swivelled around until my face was over Gary's twitching cock, and I felt
my cock brush his face. I sensed Gary's hesitation, so I lifted his long cock
and started to lick up and down its shaft, his foreskin peeled back again
exposing his shiny purple knob. Gary gripped my shaft and started to do the same to
my cock-shaft, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. I lapped at his
exposed knob and was rewarded with an ooze of precum which I readily swallowed.
Gary pulled my foreskin back and did the same. I opened my mouth wide and
took his cock into my mouth, tonguing it and sucking it. Gary groaned loudly, and
then I groaned as he swallowed half my cock and started sucking, he didn't do
much tonguing but I didn't care, his sucking and gentle tossing of the rest
of my shaft was working me up. When I began to fondle his balls through his
smooth, tight ball-bag Gary used his free hand to fondle my balls through my
shaved, loose ball-bag. Then Gary lifted off my cock for a second and spoke in a
husky voice.
"I'm going to cum Paul, where do I do it, on your face like in the porno?"
I chuckled as I took my mouth off his throbbing cock.
"No, in my mouth silly boy, eating your cum will be a real treat!"
We both went back to sucking, within seconds I felt his ball-bag draw up and
then his cock erupted and my mouth was flooded with Gary's sweet young cum. He
was cumming that much I only just managed to swallow it all. After a couple
of Gary's shots I felt my own cum racing through my tubes. I was still sucking
Gary's long cock and swallowing his cum so I couldn't warn him I was about to
cum, in case he didn't want my cum in his mouth. I needn't have worried,
after my first shot of spunk filled his mouth I could hear Gary gobbling it down.
We more or less finished cumming together and Gary followed my lead as I
cleaned his knob. Then I swivelled back around and we frenched tenderly, tasting
our own cum on each others' tongues. I could feel Gary's long cock against my
thigh, it was still half hard, but mine had softened, the joys of youth.
Eventually we broke apart; Gary had a big cheese-eating grin on his face.
"Oh Paul that was fantastic, it felt incredible when you started sucking my
cum out of my cock, I don't think I ever want to wank off ever again, so you'
ll be kept busy! And I loved having your cock in my mouth, I was a bit worried
about eating your cum but I've found out that I really like the taste of it. I'
ve eaten my own cum lots of times and enjoyed it, but yours tastes different,
so much stronger flavoured than mine, I found it tasted delicious!"
His face went serious before he spoke again.
"Er, Paul, do you think I could fuck your bum now? That's been another of my
fantasies when I toss myself off, me fucking you."
End of part one.
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