Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2023 21:39:52 +0000 From: Skylar Harris Subject: Paul and me (1) This is a fictional story. It includes sexual interactions with underage person(s). It is pure fiction! If these types of stories offend you, please do not read further. This story is an original story written by and copyright of the Author. It was my 39th birthday. My wife had an event out of town that I was going out to meet her for, since it was my birthday. On my birthday, she had set me up to go out golfing with some people who were spouses of her friends. 3 of them were about 10 years younger than me and one was 15 years older than me. The 3 younger guys were all friends and had known each other for a long time. It so happened, that the 3 younger guys got an earlier leave, so I met Paul and drove us both to the course. As we arrived together, the other 3 had already grouped up into carts. That meant Paul and I were sharing a golf cart, too. I didn't mind. It seemed he and I had more in common than the other guys anyway. Paul is older than me by 15 years and just had his birthday 2 days earlier. He is a pretty quiet guy. He has 2 daughters and had been with his wife since high school, so that's a lot of women to live life with. His wife and girls describe him as a gentle giant. He is about the same height as me (6ft), but probably had a good 60 pounds on me for weight. It makes him feel more manly. His hair is thin, but he mostly buzzed it short anyway and was pure white. Knowing his family helped us connect more easily. We had never spent time together, so I asked questions about what he did and about his life. He told me about how he was a bouncer in his younger days (which he looked like it, too) and now he was an electrician. We got in the golf cart and I noticed his body touched mine, as we were seated next to each other. He didn't seem to mind and I liked the contact. I could have pulled away, but instead let him lean against me arm to arm. His arm was against me and his hand was set between us and our legs, so I let my thigh lean into it. He left his hand sandwiched between our 2 legs. I liked feeling it pressed between us and feeling it rubbing my leg... even just the back of his hand. I liked it, but also wanted him to know I was comfortable with his body touching mine. It was my birthday, so we were drinking and, additionally, I had brought my cannabis vape with me. All that to say, I was feeling pretty happy, but also unfiltered. I realized as we spoke and I got comfortable with the physical contact of our bodies, that I was starting to think about more than just the random chance of our bodies touching... The 'what ifs'. "What if I leave my leg leaning against him?" "What if I let my hand fall in the bouncing onto his thigh?" "What if he let his hand fall on my thigh?" "What if I get a boner?" I was pretty high, so I let my mind wander down those pathways. "Paul, I'm going to apologize in advance... I'm definitely high and a little buzzed. That said, if I say or do anything that might be considered inappropriate, please forgive me... but it is my birthday" I explained. Paul laughed. "It was just my birthday 2 days ago and there are pieces I don't remember from the day either." Paul laughed. "but it is your birthday. You should enjoy yourself. I'll slow down, so I can drive back, if need be." He continued reassuringly and patted my knee. "Don't tempt me, Paul. I feel very happily buzzed, but if I lean into it... it can go from happy to horny... and handsy." I laughed and covered my mouth embarrassed. Apparently, my inhibitions really were down. "Well, I am comfortable defending myself as needed." Paul smiled, again, as he squeezed my knee. I realized that he had previously left his hand on my knee without me really thinking about it. He let his hand linger, before moving it back to the steering wheel of the golf cart. Maybe it was just my imagination... but now all I could think about were the physical interactions. Maybe I was already more horny than I realized. I tried to make the opportunities come up more frequently... I stumbled into him climbing out of a sand trap. I would touch his arm when we were talking. 'High-Fives' on every shot, good or bad. A back pat. It was all very innocent, though my intent was less so. Paul was great with it all. He reciprocated the physical interactions. Giving me the high-fives and pats on the back throughout the morning. We continued to drink and I kept my high up. I had sliced a ball and we went into the rough to look for my ball. "I thought it was right in these bushes before that tree there..." I was mumbling, as I walked around. I turned and saw that Paul had stopped walking around and realized that he was peeing in the trees. Under the guise of still looking for my ball I walked nearer to him. "Any luck?" I asked, as I came up along side him. "Shoot... sorry, I didn't realize..." I said. "No worries, Jeff." Paul responded, not looking up. I looked down and saw his light purple head and a small amount of his thick meat, as his final drops dripped down. Paul looked up, as he tucked himself back inside his pants. "Well now I have to go!" I said in mock-exasperation. "I'll keep an eye out." Paul said, giving a quick look around. "Thanks!" I said, as I undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants. I realized a little too late that I was starting to chub up. "Whoops..." I said, laughing at myself. "I may have already gotten to that horny point... sorry." I turned to give Paul a clear view of my semi-erect penis. "Ha!" Paul said, chuckling to himself, though he seemed a little unsure what to do. "Sorry, again... this is that inappropriate stuff plus lowered inhibitions I mentioned..." I said, a little embarrassed myself. "Don't worry about it. I might not have any sons, but know it's easy to pop a boner." He laughed, again. I held my cock and let the stream fire upwards into the trees. The combination of Paul being there and the fresh air on me had me coming to full length (7.5 inches). "Damn, Jeff..." Paul started. "How horny are you? It looks like you're going to have a fight to put that away!" He joked. "Maybe I should just rub it out, real quick..." I said, brazenly as I let my hand run the length of myself. "It's your birthday... if you want to, I'll watch for the group." He said. I didn't respond, but just let my high and the sensation of stroking outdoors with an older guy nearby drive my desire... I just started stroking with my eyes closed. It felt amazing. I was outside. I had my cock on full display and was stroking... I opened my eyes and saw that Paul was not keeping watch, but was watching me. "That looks like it feels good..." He said, softly. "It feels great..." I said, looking at him, as I continued to stroke my length. "It must be nice to be able to just let loose like that..." He said, looking up to my face. "It feels so freeing..." I said. "You could give it a try..." I suggested. "I think openly jacking-off is probably a 'high', young-man's game. I'm 54." He said, seeming to want to, but also being embarrassed of himself. "Paul, that's so silly... Age has nothing to do with something feeling good or not. Would it feel nice to let yourself enjoy a good feeling?" I said. "If the answer is 'yes', then what does it matter?" Paul seemed to be thinking about the validity of this and evaluating if my high reasoning, was reasonable. "I mean... It does sound nice to do something that 'feels good'..." He said. I nodded, still just stroking away. "If it helps" I said. "For whatever reason, probably the high, I am very interested in you feeling something good!" I laughed to myself. "This is crazy..." Paul whispered, conspiratorially, as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled his zipper down. His shorts slipped down to his knees and he pulled his full package over the waistband of his boxers. He had a great looking cock. It was thick and nestled in a short patch of white pubic hair. His balls were like two swollen plums... much bigger than my own. "I am loving this crazy!" I said, just leaning into all the positive feelings I was having. "I've never done anything like this with anyone..." "You think I have?" Paul asked, as we just stood in the woods with our pants around our ankles, watching each other pleasuring ourselves. "Paul..." I started. "... you look fucking hot!" I said before I could stop. "Shut up!" Paul, laughed, thinking I was making fun. "No... I'm serious..." I said, again. "I am sure it's the high, but this is all is as perfect as I could imagine being. Everything feels so good... and looks wonderful..." I really was high, but in a way that everything was perfect and wonderful. "It is definitely my high, but... I love my wife, you know that... I feel like touching you would be really awesome..." I finished a little more quietly. "Jeff..." Paul started. "... I love my wife and love women... I am not interested in men... I'm sorry." Paul finished, trying to be gentle. "Of course..." I said, feeling a little like my high was going down. Paul had stopped stroking, but I watched as a drop of precum fell from his cock. Shit... that is so fucking hot and I want to taste it... I couldn't let this opportunity pass. "Oh no... it's not like that. I love pussy... and my wife! I just am high and think that would be really neat to feel another person's body respond to my touch... it probably doesn't make sense... I'm high" I chuckled to myself. "I don't know, Jeff... I don't know how my body will react... and I don't want you to feel bad." He responded, seemingly concerned that he'd be turned off by my touch. "I promise to not be offended!" I smiled broadly, my high was definitely turned to horny-high! "I guess you can touch it..." Paul said, quietly. I almost tripped on my pants, as I hurried over. Paul closed his eyes and I reached out. I ran my finger along his length and he bounced involuntarily at my touch. "Fuck Paul... this is really cool... I don't want it to be weird, but for me right now this is awesome." I said enthusiastically. I used two fingers to go along him. Then three wrapping around him with my thumb. He was so thick. I pulled back into his body feeling his balls underneath touch my hand. I stood stroking him with one hand and stroking myself with my other hand. Paul had his eyes closed and his head back, so I continued to feel his thick meat firming up in my hand. His cock was hot in my hand and I noticed he was starting to create some precum at his tip. I let go of my own cock and let a finger swipe the drop at his tip and tasted him. He had his eyes closed and let me stroke him. "Are you okay, Paul?" I asked. "I don't know, Jeff... It feels great, but I'm not gay." He said. "Paul, I literally had sex with my wife last night... I am just enjoying doing something new that feels great... but I will stop if you want me to." I responded. "No... it feels good... and it makes me feel better that you are happy with your wife." Paul said. "I'm very happy. It was really good to, I went down on her for a good half hour... sorry, too much information." I sputtered, though I could feel him seeming to be even harder when I mentioned it. "I always liked oral." Paul said. "Me too." I replied. "It feels empowering to make someone feel so good with your mouth." I continued. "Mmmm... yeah." Paul said sounding distracted. I wanted him to be turned on and so I continued. "She had just had a showered and shaved everything, so she was smooth and let me lick her front to back." I said. "Fuck, Jeff... I could cum." Paul said. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked. "No... I mean... not really... I just want to enjoy it." Paul responded. "Good! I want you to enjoy it too. It feels good making someone feel good... why don't you just close your eyes and think about whatever you want." I said. He leaned his head back, as I continued stroking him. I felt him start to tense up. I used both hands around him and let one venture to cupping his balls. They started to draw up into him and I watched as he shot jet after jet into the twigs and sticks all over the ground. "Damn, Paul... has it been a while?" I asked, with a little chuckle. "Ummm... it's been a really long while, actually." He said, seeming a little embarrassed. "Oh, well glad we were able to get it out of your system." I smiled. "We should probably get back out there." I said. "Oh, right..." Paul said. He had not made a mess of either of us, so had a quick pee and put himself away. I pulled my pants back up we headed back out to the cart. "Call it a very special ball with sentimental value?" I asked. "I think my balls felt valued!" Paul said, making a joke unexpectedly. I laughed out loud. "Perfect!" I said. As we continued the rest of the course, I found Paul seemed to have more energy. He started more physical interactions. He would do a little shove here, or arm punch. It was all with very friendly comradery. I would poke him in the ribs, or shoulder into him. As we finished the course, the other guys headed out right after we got done. "Wanna get something to eat?" I asked, as I took another hit from my vape pen. "Sounds good. I'll drive." Paul said matter-of-factly. ... to be continued(?) Thank you for reading! Let me know what you thought of my story. I love to hear from happy readers!