Date: Sat, 05 Jun 2010 19:34:14 -0400
From: flatlander4722@aol.com
Subject: Re: "Martin" Chapter 2

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Martin put the bottle down within reach. He spread his arms to the sides
and leaned back as he steadied himself with his hands on the edge of the
pool. His body floated to the surface of the water. With his head tipped
back, he closed his eyes against the sun as we talked. He pedaled his feet
in the water from time to time, which caused his organ to flop back and
forth from one thigh to the other. He was performing for me, practically
offering himself, and I was mesmerized.

There was something in the way this was happening which told me he found it
unfamiliar territory. He began to speak about his kids, his grandchildren
and eventually his wife. After forty-five years of marriage, he admitted,
they had grown apart.

"Hell," he said, "she doesn't even sleep here half the time and when she
does, we don't even sleep in the same room anymore!"

That was the cue. It was time to talk turkey. I had been down this road
before but knew I had to tread carefully.

I empathized with his situation, pronounced it a dilemma, but concluded it
was best to steady the course and go with the flow. Rather than try to
change anything at all, especially his wife, I said it might be better if
he took more time for himself. Perhaps by working a bit less and finding a
hobby or engaging in some activity he found enjoyable.

Letting me have my way with him would be a start, I thought to myself.

"I've come to exactly the same conclusion!" He said smiling as he stood
up. Then he turned and reached into the cooler for another beer.

I quickly pushed my boner between my legs, waddled over to stand behind him
and gently massaged the base of his neck. If he was to feel my erection
poking him it would be unsettling. I wanted him to realize this was all
about him and not about him and me.

He yielded to my touch immediately like a man starving for attention and
affection. He sighed from the depths of his being as I expanded the massage
to include the muscles of his shoulders and back. I kneaded them more
vigorously.

"You're tight," I said, "you need to relax."

"I know," he replied in a dreamy voice. "Would you help a guy out?" He
asked.

"Yes, as long as that guy is you."

"Okay," he whispered.

By then I had reached the base of his spine and he groaned in pleasure.

I stopped and patted his back gently.

Sill facing away from me, he took a long pull from the bottle.

"Why don't you float on your back the way you did before?" I suggested.

He nodded, put down the bottle and complied. Pedaling his feet a bit, there
was a repeat performance of the dick flopping but he had not plumped up at
all.

When I lifted his feet out of the water, it caused him to tighten his grip
on the edge of the pool. I watched the muscles in his forearms and biceps
flex as I placed one foot flat against my chest and held the other in my
hands to massage it with both thumbs. Then I ran the width of my tongue
from heel to ball along the sole, concentrating on the arch. His toes
immediately curled and then splayed in response. I repeated this until his
reaction diminished somewhat, then switched to the other foot. I continued,
alternating from one foot to the other, sucking his toes and licking in
between them. I heard a few sighs and grunts but it was the astonished look
on his face which was priceless. He said nothing at all.

I lowered his legs and motioned for him to remain as he was. Taking the
beer bottle, I placed it to his lips and he took another long drink.

"Why don't you float again?" I asked.

He nodded and did exactly that.

This time I tongued his shaved armpit, then kissed my way over the short
hairs on his chest to his nipple. As I licked and sucked he stiffened and
gasped. Then I moved around to work the other side. He tasted fresh and
clean. There was no hint of any body odor.

My mouth traveled from his chest to his bellybutton. When I stuck my tongue
into it, I could feel a small knot of flesh deep inside. This nub received
special attention. He grunted and his belly rippled in response to my
aggressive drilling.

I knelt in front of him, water lapping my neck, and raised one leg, then
the other so I could drape them, bent at the knees, over my shoulders. His
dick was noticeably chubby at this point.

Inexplicably, his scrotum and pubic hair were shaved. My tongue explored
both areas. When I took his testicles, one by one, into my mouth and
hummed, he cried out. Then I raised him up a bit and spread his cheeks to
have a go at his pucker. He flinched but I dove in anyway.

"Oh my God!" I heard him cry out in an agonized voice.

Then I went in for the kill, filling my mouth with him. He writhed, moaned
and groaned as his long sexual deprivation came to an end. I did not notice
the drool leaking out of his cock before because of the water. But now I
could taste his sweet, salty juice as I sucked him.

"Just relax and let it go buddy!" I said by way of encouragement.

With the first shot, Martin screamed, "What are you doing to me?"

I was pressing on his prostate. The intensity of his orgasm and his
subsequent loss of control probably surprised him as much as it did me.

And cum he did, choking me with its volume. The taste was piquant with malt
and yeast and hops.

I held him gently in my mouth until he softened, then I lowered his heavy
legs off of my shoulders. I stood up. His turgid cock floated on the
surface of water.

Our eyes met and his were still smoldering.

"You..." he said softly, stretching out the word with pursed lips.

Then, rousing himself, he said with a shake of his head, "I gotta pee."

I grabbed his dick and said, "Go ahead!"

"Not here?"

"Why not?"

"Okay, you asked for it!" He said with a leer.

Then he let loose with a spray of golden liquid which I aimed at my
torso. I playfully slapped his cock sending piss flying everywhere.

Again that astonished look appeared on his face and he gave a belly laugh.

"I can't believe I'm doing this!" He said.