Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2016 15:59:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: Picking Me Up?

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Picking me up?

By Simon Peter


I am sitting at the bar, nursing my beer. It's not 7 o'clock in the evening
yet, but I felt I needed to be in a quiet place, left to myself. My life
has been hectic lately, and it has taken quite a turn when I decided to
accept the offers of modeling (both clothed and in the nude) and of
starring in porn flicks. I need the money, that's for sure. Besides, both
modeling and porn bring in quite a lot of bucks, unlike the part-time job
that I hold in a small publishing house, editing manuscripts.

The bar is an annex to one of the 5-star hotels in downtown. The atmosphere
is very plush and the clientele are basically business people, some
accompanied by glamorous women. I am definitely underdressed, but young
people like me are expected to be in jeans and sneakers. At least I have
put on one of my button-down shirts instead of my regular T-shirt. The
first time I came to this place-5- star hotel bars are not my usual
drinking places-is with Sam, the guy who directed most of the porn flicks I
am in. What I like most about the place is the relaxed, affluent
atmosphere, where you can just sit back and enjoy your drink, freeing your
mind.

I glance around. Nothing unusually special: the same kind of clientele and
a couple of men at the bar. I notice, however, that one of these men is
sort of staring at me. I smile, raise my glass and toast him.

He is probably in his late thirties, wearing a white shirt and necktie. He
looks kind of cute, but I usually go for younger guys. Actually, I have
never had sex with anyone over 27. And the 27-year-old guy I did was a
trainer at the gym I go to, all muscled and firm and looking five years
younger.

The man smiles back and returns the toast. He sips his drink, still looking
at me over his glass rim. A few moments later, the bar tender brings me
another beer. "Compliments of the gentleman at the bar," he explains.

I raise my eyebrows in surprise, but I accept, looking at the man and
mouthing a thank you. I'm thinking: what the fuck is this? A guy offers me
a drink at a plush bar, with his compliments? He doesn't even look
familiar. Trying to figure out this guy's motives, I watch him as he climbs
down the bar stool and walks over.

"Hi," he greets me as he takes the stool next to mine. "I hope you don't
mind?"

"Hi and thanks for the beer," I greet him back, trying to search his face
for a motive. "Have we met?"

"Well, actually no, not really," he answers.

"Not really?" I'm now totally baffled.

"I hope you don't think that I am being forward or anything. I just wanted
to complement you on a movie I watched last evening, in which you took
quite an impressive role."

Fuck me! The guy has seen one of my porn flicks! I decide to play it
cool. Is it a gay or a straight movie, I wonder, since I've done both. Or
maybe the most recent one with group sex including both males and females,
and in which I acted as the innocent kid being seduced by both sexes. So
what? So I'm a porn stud. And someone appreciates that. But who am I
kidding? My porn roles were not really Academy Awards material. Also, I am
a bit apprehensive about being complimented in this way. Is there anything
more? Will I be propositioned with another high-paying offer? Is he some
kind of producer?

Or a predator... a blackmailer? Fuck, oh FUCK!

"Thank you," I manage to mumble. "I appreciate it. I didn't know that
hotels are carrying this kind of movies."

"It's a pay-cable thing, and you get all kinds of stuff on it. I'm Pete, by
the way," he introduces himself.

"Eddie," I return, still wondering.

"Very nice to meet you in person, Eddie," he says. "I never thought I would
meet any of the stars in person."

I laugh at this. "Stars? I can barely be counted a star."

"Allow me to differ. You have definitely played a starring role in the
movie I watched."

"Which one was that?"

"I forgot the title, but it's the one with a young teenage boy."

"Hmmm." This must have been the first flick I shot with my friend,
Roland. Although he was 22 years old, he looked 16 or 17 with a baby face
and a smooth body. "What part did you like most?" I ask, carrying the
conversation to a higher level, trying to draw him out.

"I liked the way you were able to introduce an innocent teen into total gay
sex without getting rough and sadistic on him," he explains.

"I see." I take a sip of my beer, waiting to see if he will say more.

"And," he continues, and I feel the beginning of embarrassed hesitation in
his voice, "you have a very nice, ah, body." He glances at my crotch.

I smile.

"It's just that I have been somewhat curious," his words come out slowly
and hesitantly.

"If you are in the business, I don't see how you can be curious."

"Actually, my business is totally different. I am here attending a
dentists' conference."

"Oh?" Now I'm really stumped. What the fuck would a dentist be doing
watching gay porn flicks? I look down at his hand and notice a marriage
ring on his finger. The man is fucking married!  He notices my look at his
hand. "I'm divorced. Two weeks ago. She walked out on me. But all is for
the best. I like to keep wearing the ring, though."

"I'm sorry," I apologize. "I didn't mean to probe into your personal life."
So he is not a porn producer and there will not be a million-dollar offer!
Damn! Happily, he is not one of the evil characters I have contemplated and
dreaded.

But he is curious...

He orders another drink for himself-scotch on full ice-and another beer for
me.

"So tell me, Pete," I ask as we start on the fresh drinks. "What exactly
are you curious about?"

"Men," he confesses. "Please, don't misunderstand me. I am straight. But
sometimes I find myself wondering about other men, in a sexual sense, that
is."

"Are you wondering about me? In a sexual sense?" I blurt out.

He is silent and he looks down at the top of the bar, holding his glass
between both hands. Finally, he nods his head.

I don't know how to react. This man wants to have sex with me. He is
picking me up, for God's sake!  Shit! Now I have added to my list of
illustrious careers bar prostitution!  "Look, Pete. I really thank you for
appreciating me, but I am not into the escort kind of thing, if you know
what I mean. I came here because I needed a drink and I like the relaxed
atmosphere of the place."

"I understand," he says. "Forgive me for assuming you would..."

Without finishing his sentence, I get his meaning. He has thought I was
picking up clients!  I was on my third beer and I was feeling somewhat
frisky. Ok, so I am not a prostitute, but I have had sex with strangers
before. Not for money, true, but with strangers nevertheless. This can't be
considered prostitution, can it? Anyway, I am performing sex acts on camera
for money, a lot of it, the money and the sex. I am already a prostitute, I
think. Fuck my analyzing mind! The man is hot, old but hot. Why shouldn't I
do him? I can fuck his brains out, if that's what he wants.

I look at him as he stares down at his drink. "Pete," I say, breaking the
awkward silence.

He looks up and turns towards me. He has a look of apology and frustration
on his face. "Pete," I repeat, emphatically, "I would like to spend a night
with you."

His eyes grow wide in astonishment. He has black eyes that look very
sexy. There is a look of incredulity on his face now. "You would?" he
croaks. "Ummm, I am staying at this hotel... You mean...?  Sex...?" He can
barely control his speech, stammering away.

I don't feel comfortable about doing him in the hotel. It doesn't feel
right, somehow.

"Maybe we could go to my place. It's a walking distance from here, and it
will be much more private," I offer. This way, I can convince myself that I
haven't been picked up like a prostitute.

We finish our drinks and walk out. When we get to my apartment, I notice
that Pete is too nervous to know what to do. So I decide to take the
initiative since I surely know what he wants.

I unbutton the top button of my shirt, and the beginning of my chest hair
appears. "Why don't you help me with this, Pete?" I wink at him.

With trembling fingers, he unbuttons the rest of my shirt and inhales as he
looks at my chest hair and the trail down to my jeans waist.

"You look so much better in real life, Eddie," he says in a choked, husky
voice. I take his hand and place it on my chest. He gingerly moves it all
over, around the nipples, down my abs, following the trail, as if he is
touching a piece of art. His mouth is open and his breathing comes out
quick. I am developing an erection.

"So you really like this, huh?" I ask, trying to set him at ease, guiding
his hand over my chest with my hand, smiling at him.

He mumbles something and moves his hand down to the front of my jeans,
tracing my now noticeable hard-on. Wow! Talk about "curious!"

I let him discover my body with his hand and I pull his face to me,
planting a kiss on his lips. Prostitutes don't kiss, I know. But I feel
this is different. I feel that Pete has fantasized about me after watching
me fuck on screen. I feel that he really wants me for who I am not just as
any pick-up stud at the hotel bar.

He moans into my mouth, his hand pressing on my cock bulge. After some deep
kissing I push him back a little and take a closer look at him. Yes, he is
handsome. I don't mind the age, and he looks fit.

He also has a bulge in his dress pants.  I reach out and rub it for him. He
jumps but arches his back and his moans sound as if he is in heaven or
something.

"Undress me," I whisper as I bend an nibble on his ear.

He can barely control his shaking hands as he works on my belt and jeans
buttons. Pulling down my jeans, he squats in front of me as I stand in my
tight black boxers, my cock looking huge, stretching the fabric. I step out
of the jeans and pull his face to my crotch, both of my hands on the back
of his head.

He starts mouthing my bulge with his lips, never stopping the moaning. I
can feel his lustful hunger for man cock, the reverberations from his
moaning throat shaking my balls.

"Did you want to be with me when you were watching the porn flick?" I ask
him, looking down at the top of his head. "Did you want to take the place
of the kid I was doing?"

He looks up at me, still squatting, his face pressed at my bulge, and he
nods his head. "Yes. Please, yes!" He kisses my hardness and moves up to my
belly and my chest. As he stands, we come together for more kissing, his
bulge pressing on mine, grinding.

"Go on, Pete," I instruct him. "You haven't finished what you started."

He slowly, ever so slowly, pulls down my boxers. My cock is revealed: 20
centimeters (8 inches) with a cut mushroom head, throbbing. He inhales!
Grudgingly, he touches it. I am looking at him with a sort of a smile, a
knowing one, since this is a reaction I often get from both males and
females when they first see my hard dick.

"But you've seen my cock already in the movie, Pete."

"Man! Nothing like this! Oh, man. This is so hot!" His breathing is very
audible and full of desire, almost actually panting. He palms my hardness
lovingly.

"Eddie, oh man, Eddie, this is so fantastically beautiful. Never in my
life... oh, man..." He is finding it difficult to express his wonder and
his lust.

"It requires attention, you know, Pete," I suggest, thrusting my hips
outward a little. In no time, he is on his knees and his mouth around my
erection. Being inexperienced, he tries to force it deep into his
throat. Naturally, he gags. He tries again, so eager to swallow the
hardness. He gags again and comes up coughing.

"Fuck!" he exclaims. "It's so big!"

"You need technique, Pete," I explain to ease his frustration. "Let me show
you. Strip for me."

I sit down on the couch, naked, hard, stretching my legs forward, and I
watch him. He fumbles with his clothes.

"No, Pete," I smile at him. "I don't want you to undress. I want you to
strip. You know. Slowly.

Erotically. Think of yourself as a show boy in a gay strip club."

"But... but..." he tries to complain. He sees the look on my face, my
raised eyebrows, my outstretched naked body with my cock pointing upward,
and he realizes that he has to do what I say. He starts to strip, so
amateurishly, but so willing to please me.

"Wait. Hold on a sec," I tell him as I rise up and walk over to my CD
player. I put on "You can keep your hat on" and return to the couch
smiling. "This should help you," I say jokingly.

He keeps staring at my body and my hardness as he takes off his necktie and
shirt. Then come the pants. He is wearing white jockeys. What do I expect?
Satin black strings? I really need to make this work for him in the best
possible way. True, I always find it exciting to break in a partner
sexually. It is very fulfilling. But this "curious" guy has probably been
fantasizing about this moment all his life, even when he was married. He
has masturbated to porn, to gay porn, to me fucking someone's ass. He must
have had so many frustrating moments in his life when he could not bring
out his real feelings and desires. I must make it memorable for him, and I
will.

He steps out of his briefs and I have to admit he does look hot. His chest
is smooth except around the nipples, which is strange for a man his
age. But his pubes are very thick, curling around the base of his dick,
which stands straight in front of him, also cut and mushroomed, perhaps
some 16-17 centimeters (6 inches) long. You can't really tell the size
because of the pubic hair which covers quite a bit of the base and lower
shaft. He is fit, with pronounced abs and no pot belly, thank God. I am now
fully attracted to him and I know that I will do him so well tonight that
he will never, ever forget the experience. Curious, eh? Well, he is going
to walk out of my apartment with a fully satisfied curiosity, not to
mention mouth and ass!  I play with myself slowly, teasing, as I watch him
gyrate and move his hips to the music, his eyes roaming over my body from
head to toe. He is getting into the act. I want him to lose his
inhibitions.

This has to be so natural for him, not forced, not just a fuck. This will
be an experience he will remember for the rest of his life; I will make
sure of that. He will bring back images of tonight years into the future as
he masturbates. He will have the image of my body, the feeling of my lips,
the touch of my skin, the probing of my cock, so real that when he shoots a
load, my whole being will exist right there next to him, fondling him,
fucking him. I get even more excited that my memory will please this man
when I am not actually there.

He takes a few steps towards me and kneels between my outstretched legs,
placing his hands on my hairy thighs. He starts kissing my erection, from
the head down to the balls then back up the shaft. As I look down at him,
feeling his lips on my hardness, I realize that he is actually making love
to my penis. I stop him and make him sit on the couch. I tell him to close
his eyes. I stand between his legs, his cock head pressed at my thigh, and
I move my cock over his face. I rub the head on his closed eyes, under his
nose, as he takes in my man scent, around his lips. He opens his mouth to
take me, but I just rub my cock on the wet lips. I bend and run my fingers
around his nipples and across his chest, into his armpits. He has to get
comfortable with my cock before we go any further. I move back up, my cock
head slick with his spit, and rub more on his eyes and face cheeks, with my
hairy balls resting on his nose and mouth, making him take my man scent
deep through his nostrils. I can feel his cock jerking every time I touch
his face with my dick.

He reaches up and fists my shaft. I let him. He starts emulating what I
have been doing, running the head all over his face, just like I have done
a few moments before, and inhaling the smell of my balls and the start of
my crack. He doesn't suck me. He just rubs me between his wet lips, and
tongues the underside of my cock ridge. I straddle his crotch as he leans
further back on the couch and I feel his hard cock at my butt. I arch
backward and rub his nipples and neck and chest with my dick. He quivers
under me. He is now quite comfortable with my cock size, I hope.

"So what's the technique," he croaks as I touch his lips with my cock head.

"Huh?"

"Of swallowing this huge thing," he explains.

"Oh," I remember. I have to teach him how to deep throat a long dick. "Ok,
Pete, my man." I get off him and make him stand up. I kneel in front of
him. "Watch and learn, baby."

I lift my head upwards and bring in his cock down my mouth slowly. I can
see his wide eyes gazing at me as I take his dick in my mouth. I wrap my
lips around the shaft, already almost halfway inside my mouth, and breathe
deeply through my nose, swallowing the head into my throat. He moans and
tries to push deeper. I push back at his thighs and make him stop. I slide
down the shaft, the cock head already through my throat and gobble down the
rest to the base. My upward head position lines his cock with my throat
comfortably. I blow him like this, down to the base, then back up to the
head.

Then I press on the back of his thighs and he starts to pump. Holding onto
his firm butt, I let him fuck my face.

I make him stop as soon as I feel the buildup in his balls. Standing up, my
mouth covered with spit and his pre-cum, I hold him tightly and kiss him
full on the mouth, making him take in the taste. He can hardly breathe.

"Oh, man," he moans between kisses. "You took me down all the way! Without
gagging! Oh, it felt so great. First time anyone's done that! First fucking
time!"

We kiss some more. "Do you want to try, Pete?" I ask him.

He nods his head and goes down on me. He raises his head, just as he has
seen me do, and swallows my dick. Of course, he gags, but he fights it
bravely with deep nose breathing and keeps swallowing until my whole length
disappears into his mouth and down his throat. I face-fuck him, pumping
gently, his fingernails pushing into my butt flesh.

Eventually, he gets off my cock and stands up. "You are so right, Eddie,"
he says breathlessly.

"Technique! Oh, wow."

I love the way Pete is learning. He is totally relaxed now. There is no
more shaking, no more embarrassment, no more curiosity. He is right in the
middle of a hot fuck session with a hot porn star. I am over-heating with
excitement about making this so intense for this very desirable man.

We make out on the couch for a few minutes. He can't keep his hands off my
body. He plays with my hair, fondles my nipples and balls, strokes my cock,
and feels me up inside my hairy crack. I do the same to him.

I am thinking, now is the hard part: ass fucking. He is sure to be tight,
especially for someone as hung as me. True, there are bigger and thicker
dicks out there, but I am pretty hung and I can cause pain. To be fucked
for the first time with a large cock is not an easy thing. Just to be
ass-fucked is not easy, for that matter. How can I make this as least
painful and as most pleasurable as possible? This is a challenge for me.

I decide on a strategy. "Pete," I say as we break a kiss and take a
breath. "Let's have something to drink, ok?" I have to take it slow and
easy.

He looks at me with some disappointment. "Have I turned you off?" he asks
with trepidation.

"Look at this, Pete," I fist my hard cock. "Does this tell you that I am
turned off?"

He smiles and replaces my hand with his, bringing his lips to the head and
kissing it. "I love your cock, Eddie. Thanks for accepting to do this with
me."

"So," I continue enjoying his stroking and kissing and admiring, "a drink?"

"Yea," he pulls away from my cock regretfully. "What have you got?"

"Just beer, I'm afraid," I offer. I get two cans of Heineken from the
fridge and hand him one. He has to relax to the maximum if I ever am able
to give him a memorable fuck. We embrace, standing up and drinking beer. I
hold him tight, just like a lover. He should not feel like being in a porn
flick, acting out a role. I will make him feel that he belongs to me and
that what he is doing is a normal act of sexual gratification, of love
making.

I place my Heineken on the center table and turn him around, pressing
myself on his back. I run my hands all over his front body, up and down his
chest, around his pulsating dick, his balls, and down to the insides of his
thighs as I lick and nibble on his ears and the nape of his neck. He arches
back onto me feeling my body heat and my hardness against him. I grind on
his butt, my cock straining against the small of his back. I feel his body
shuddering with anticipation. I embrace him tightly, but tenderly, my cock
prodding the small of his back, my whole front pressing on his body.

"You're going to fuck me, Eddie, aren't you?" he moans as he feels my cock
slipping into his butt crack and between his thighs. He presses his thighs
on my hardness and I slowly rub in and out as his breathing increases.

"Fuck you, Pete?" I whisper into his ear, increasing my rubbing in and out
of his crack. "I'm not going to fuck you, man. We are going to make
love. And if whatever I do," I press my cockhead at the base of his balls,
"makes you uncomfortable, we will stop. Pete,"

I prod his hole a little.

"I will enter your body and I will show you how much I desire you." Prod
harder.

"You will feel me inside you." Prod and press.

"And you will shake with lust."

He moans and pushes his butt back at me. I really have to make him feel
comfortable to lessen the pain he will definitely experience when I
penetrate him. I keep doing this, gently prodding at his hole, and at the
same time I nibble on his ear lobes and lick the side of his mouth as he
turns his head sideways, my hands fondling his body for a while, embracing
him in my arms.

"Do you want us to make love, Pete?" I finally whisper into his ear, my
cock slick with my pre-cum between his butt cheeks.

"Oh, yes, Eddie. Please, Eddie," he moans as he grinds back at my crotch
with his firm butt. "Let's make love, Eddie. Yes, please. I so want to." He
apparently has no idea about the pain I am about to inflict on his man ass.

One thing I have learned about fucking guys, at least about those that I
have fucked, is not to make them feel slutty. I mostly top. I am hung. I am
fairly hairy. I can easily make my partner feel slutty with me. But I know
that I should not make Pete feel this way. He will submit to me but as my
slut but as my lover. I will fuck his ass deep and hard but not as a
prostitute stud but as a romantic love maker.

I make him lie on his back and I raise his butt and work the underside of
his balls and exposed crack with my tongue, all the time slowly stroking
his dick. As I rim his hole, he moans loudly and moves his butt against my
face, full with lust. I finger him, rubbing around the hole and very gently
pushing the tip of my middle finger inside the rim muscle. His ass twitches
and puckers against my finger and I slide it further into him, feeling his
excited reaction, not with pain but with desire.

I keep doing this until I feel his ass totally relaxed. I think he is
ready. I reach for some lubricant and a condom. He is watching me as he
lies on his back and I am kneeling between his spread legs. The expression
on his face is a mixture of lust, apprehension, and ecstatic
anticipation. I rub his crack with lube, slowly, erotically, sliding one
then two fingers into his hole, stretching it. He moans, writhing against
my hand. I hand him the rubber and he lovingly rolls it onto my long,
throbbing dick. Then I hand him the lube tube and he squirts some on my
cock and strokes me with it, making me all greased up, following with a
generous glob into his crack. I find this very erotic and I start to get
impatient for the fucking.

I lie fully on top of him, my cock pressing on the back of his balls, very
slick and throbbing, and I hold his head with both hands and deep kiss
him. He writhes under my weight, his cock pressed between our bodies,
humping my belly. My cock slips inside his crack and I hump it, lubricating
his hole further.

Not letting go of his mouth, I reach down and place my cock head at his
hole. I can feel it twitching.

With my arms I lift up his legs, spreading his thighs, giving me more
access. This is the moment of truth.

This will decide whether the fucking will be memorable or not. Slowly,
gently, I push myself into him.

His hole stretches for me and I penetrate.

I hear his muffled scream inside my mouth. My tongue is all over his
lips. He tongues me back and tries to relax, panting with exertion.

"Oh, God, fuck, oh, my God," he pants as my cockhead stretches his ass
muscle further. There is a look of pain in his eyes as they widen with the
feeling of being entered up the ass.

Surprisingly, I find myself getting sucked into his body. My cock slides
into him all the way to the base.

His screams are somewhat contained, more like whimpers. His eyes are
squeezed shut. His eyebrows knotted and his mouth wide open.

I am completely baffled. Where are the loud screams of pain? Where is the
inevitable begging to pull out? To stop? To please be gentle? Nothing! He
is moaning with closed eyes and open mouth, giving himself totally to me.

"You okay, buddy?" I ask as I grind my crotch on his ass cheeks, fully and
deeply inside him, not starting to fuck yet.

"Oh, Eddie, okay, okay, better than okay, Eddie, yes, baby, you are so
huge. And I feel so fantastic. Fill me, baby." He is grunting and panting
and I can see some drops of sweat collecting on his forehead and upper lip.

His legs are wrapped around my waist, and he presses his heals against my
butt cheeks trying to get more cock inside him. I marvel at the fact that
his ass is virgin and that my big dick is buried deep inside him without
his crying out and begging me to pull out.

Slowly, I start to fuck Pete: pulling the whole shaft out then all the way
back in. His fuck tunnel wraps so tightly around my hardness. I support
myself on my hands and raise myself off him as I start to pump. He is
breathing hard, panting, biting on his lower lip. He raises his head and
looks down at my cock disappearing inside him, and this seems to make him
to want me more. My belly is massaging his balls and the base of his dick
as I move in and out of his hole.

I reach for his dick. He is turning limp. I raise his butt more and bend
lower so that I am able to take the head of his penis in my mouth as my
cock buries inside him. I fuck and suck him and he instantly regains his
erection. His moaning is now much louder. He keeps asking me for more: more
cock, more mouth, more me.

"Love me, Ed," he groans.

I give it my all. With his cock now hard and throbbing, I press down back
on his body, my stomach rubbing on his hardness as I fuck him. He moves
with me, as if he is fucking my belly with his cock. I pound him hard and
deep, and he responds with moaning and pressing his heels harder on my
butt, meeting my thrusts. Both of his hands are grabbing tightly onto my
hairy thighs.

I am ready to shoot my load, but I hold back. I want him to cum, with me
still inside him. I rub his dick harder and faster with my pressed
belly. Suddenly, and with a loud moan, he shoots his load. I feel his jizz
hot and sticky between our bodies. I thrust hard three or four times and I
explode into the condom inside his ass. His hole is still twitching and
squeezing my cock base as I dump my semen.

"Oh, Eddie, fuck, I'm shooting, fuck, oh, fuck, Eddie, baby, oh fuck, oh,
oh," he keeps this up as I lie on top of him panting hard, still flexing
inside his ass, and still feeling his slick, sticky dick pulsating against
my belly.

I'm finally slipping out of him. We lie next to each other, side by side,
panting and sweating. He places his head on my chest as I wrap my arm
around his neck. He kisses my nipples and licks my chest hair.

"Oh, Eddie," he mumbles into my chest. "I will never forget
this. Never. You are so fantastic. I was dreading the fucking part, you
know?"

"I know, Pete," I agree. "That was very brave of you, man."

"Fuck brave," he snickers. "I was scared shitless, but you were so gentle,
so caring, so fucking loving, that I didn't even feel the pain. I feel the
pain now, you fucker. My ass is on fire," he jokes and fondles my
semi-erect cock lovingly.

Yes. Pete will feel the pain for the few days to come. But it is a good
pain. And tonight I will do him again. I will fill him with my meat hard
and deep. I am so fucking happy with myself and I have enjoyed fucking him
so much that I am amazed that it has happened like this. I normally prefer
younger guys.

What am I doing with this old man? Well, we have just fucked, and we will
fuck again.

I harden in his fist and notice that he is hard also.

Pushing him back on the couch, I ride his crotch. I get another condom and
slide it over his dick. The look on his face is that of incredulity. I lube
my ass and the length of his sheathed cock and lower myself onto him,
facing him, my cock vertically erected.

His scream as he penetrates is even louder than the one he emitted when I
entered him. When I slide down on his shaft and rest my balls into his
thick pubes, I realize that the look on his face is that of pure ecstasy. I
move up and down his rod. He thrusts up into me. All it takes for him is a
few more thrusts and he cums, with shudders and moans. I stroke myself,
feeling him thicken inside me with each squirt. I point my dick at his face
and shoot my load. My cum covers him as squirt after squirt hits his face
and his chest. He tries to catch my semen with an open mouth. He licks the
cum off his lips. I settle down on his crotch, panting, my cock still
dripping into his pubes. He flexes inside me. I am so glad that I can give
this man such pleasure.

We break and shower. I fuck him in the shower, his hands supporting him on
the tiled wall as I slide up inside his ass from behind. I fuck him again
later in my bed, doggy, then sideways. We must have fucked five or six
times. He is so sore he can barely walk.

"Well, Pete, baby," I slap his butt as he gets out of the bed. "I hope you
are not disappointed."

He laughs and says as he puts on his clothes, "Oh, man, I wish I can spend
the rest of my life with your dick up my ass, Eddie. But I need to get back
to the hotel. It's almost midnight."

"How long are you staying in town, Pete?" I ask him.

"Two more days," he responds with some regret.

"Then, baby, consider the next two days as a blank check to my dick. I will
be free for you anytime."

He eyes me carefully. "You really enjoyed this, Eddie, didn't you?" He
sounds a little skeptical. "I mean I was not just another fuck, was I?"

"Pete," I say back to him, "you were not and will never be just a fuck.
This has been really intense for me. And I want you over and over for the
next 48 hours whether you are sore or not. I want to keep on fucking you
until you can't walk straight anymore."

I can tell how relieved and pleased he is with this. I know for a fact that
our next bout of sex is going to be even more intense. I am not just a hung
porn star anymore. I am Eddie, hot Eddie, fucking love- making hot Eddie!