Date: Wed, 13 Jan 2010 21:35:47 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "The Sixty Year Old Sexy Guy, Part Two"  by Jay Roberts

I said small elevator, wow, this must have been invented to make sure
guests got chummy with their hosts.  We stood shoulder to shoulder in this
band-box of a elevator, walls covered in mauve silk damask.  I could feel
the heat of Lang's body coming from his shoulder and smell his cologne.

The thing moved very slowly.  He explained that these small private
elevators are not like commercial ones.  We only went down two floors to
the lower spa level but it must have taken five minutes.  On the way, he
told me about the Camagay family, prefixing his remarks by saying, "Don't
assume too much by the last three letters.  Yes, they can be accommodating
but most are married and good Filipino Catholics.  The Camagay family has
been filling positions at the club for three generations.  Our head
steward, waiters, and spa staff are all Camagays.  It is the family
business to them."  Then almost as an aside, he said, "You'll note they are
very good looking."

It was true.  For instance when we left the elevator car, a young man came
up to us.  He was a bit short, but his bright eyes, handsome face and
lovely tan skin all conspired with his welcoming manner to make me feel
happy to be there.

"Well you be using the sauna now?"

"No, " my host said, first well take hot showers and then rest a while in
the sleeping room."

"Very good.  Dressing room and two are available.  In fact, you are the
only two here right now."

The dressing room was large.  I undressed and grabbed a large wrapping
sheet and stepped outside.  Lang was waiting.

The staff person, Angel (Anhill) rushed ahead and turned on two showers.
"They are medium warm, I can readjust if you wish."

I hesitated a moment, but Lang took off his sheet and handed it to Angel.
I followed suit.  "I will have warm sheets ready for you after your
showers.  Oh the luxury of it all!

I tried not to look at Lang naked but I couldn't help it because he stood
at the opening of my shower, talking to me.  Seeing him naked was a treat.
He was as sleek as a Greyhound (the dog, not the bus.)  He was tan all
over, smooth and had the muscles of a dancer.  I avoided checking out his
package, but he showed no such restraint.  He stared at my cock and smiled.

"You didn't lie.  That beauty must be awesome when aroused."

I blushed all over and quickly got under the shower.  He laughed and left
for his shower.  After we finished, warm towels were offered by the cute
Angel and so wrapped, I was led to the sleeping quarters.

I had expected a dormitory, but there were just two beds, side by side.
The light was dim and soft music was piped in.  Just seeing the beds and
feeling the effects of the warm shower made me receptive to a nap.

We both lay down on our beds that were only inches apart.  It was warm in
the room and I noted that Lang removed his sheet and lay down on his back.
Guessing that no- attire was the correct attire, I pulled mine off as well.
I closed my eyes and let my mind drift away.  I rose to wakefulness as I
heard Lang's quiet voice saying, "You know, of course, that we will have
sex together, sooner or later.  I don't want you to think that it is a
prerequisite to our business arrangements.  If you refuse sex, you will
still be my adviser because of your expertise."

His smooth voice, speaking close to my ear was exciting.  I felt my cock
rising.  He noticed too and in a moment I felt warm lips touching my chest.
The bed sagged as he joined me.  He continued little kisses on my neck, my
chest and belly, skipping my genitals and lavishing little licks on my
toes, and upper thighs.  I never could imagine that this sort of love
making could have such an effect on me.  I was breathing raggedly and my
body was aflame.

Then he stopped and lay back on his bed.

I lifted my head and looked at him.  "Is something wrong.  That was
wonderful."

"I stopped because I suddenly saw myself as an old pervert enticing a young
fellow.  I felt disapproving of myself."

I stepped onto the floor and sat on the side of his bed.  "Lang, it was
brave of you to make this approach, risking rejection, but surely you saw
how it affected me.  To prove it, let me love you."

I hadn't had sex with another person for several months.  I had been
burying myself in my work at the brokerage house.  The last time was with
an old girl friend.  The time before was with a young man I met at a bar
during a business trip.  I was in no mood, now, to perform slow sensuous
foreplay.  I was needy and perhaps lacked finesse, but I couldn't help it.
I went for the gold.

I blew on his cock.  It was already half hard but is rose like an elevator
to the roof.  I petted it.  Then I lifted my head to look at him.  His eyes
were closed and he looked ecstatic.  Realizing I had temporarily stopped,
he lifted his head and looked at me.

"That attention to my cock was nice."

"I know, I am the cock whisperer," I said in an approximation of a Spanish
accent.

He chuckled.  It was no mood breaker though.  I returned to my fun and
games.  He gasped as I slipped by big hands over his slim cock.  It was
already hard and was arching up toward his flat belly.  I my cupped hand
barely made contact with his flesh as I moved along the shaft, my thumb
moving his pre cum over the head and piss slit.  I was enjoying this
mastery over him, for the moment, playing him like a violin.  His lower
section arched up to feel more of me, but I kept myself in check.  I know,
from my own experiences, that slow and easy wins the race.

Pretty soon he was breathing so hard, it was almost a breathy moan.  His
cock was leaking so much that I thought that he might have ejaculated.
Then he seemed to get a little control and he began reciprocating.  He
rubbed my nipples and mussed my hair, then stroked my back.

"Oh your young back is so smooth.  I can feel the muscles under the skin,
and it's moist and hot."

His hand moved down until he was just above my ass.  He was feeling the
hollows there.  Then suddenly he grabbed one of my ass cheeks hard, hard
enough for me to say ouch.

His mind was on fucking me.  I knew it.

"Get me harder," he whispered, " then let me have your body."

"I've never been fucked.  I'm not sure about this, but let me get you
harder."

I leaned down and took his dripping cock in my mouth, holding his cock head
between my lips and licking the head and piss slit.  His pre cum was sweet
and liquidy.  I licked the head taking this heady stuff on my tongue.  It
was a magic elixir.  It made my head whirl.  I allowed his cock to go
deeper into my mouth.  I found myself automatically licking and sucking him
like a pro.  I had only sucked a cock once before, when I was fourteen.

"Oh, that's fabulous.  You are a master," he said.

I sucked harder, excited at his praise.

He reached over and began stroking the area between my ass halves.  It felt
great, but it worried me that he would want more, to enter me.

He whispered, "lay on your back, lift your legs and let me get between
them."  There was a little bit of authoritative command in his voice.  I
lay on my back.  "Left those hot legs and hold them with hands."

I sat up.  "Lang, I just can't do that.  I'm not ready.  But don't get me
wrong, I love being with you.  I am so hot now, I could almost say yes,
but..."

He sat up next to me and put his arms around my neck and placed his warm
lips against mine.  We kissed and kissed, getting more steamed up by the
moment, our tongues acting like surrogate penises.  Suddenly he sighed
loudly.  "Chase, I have never been the bottom in sex, but I can't let this
moment go by.  Enter me, I must have you."

"Are you sure?  I've never done it either."

He answered by going into the position he had shortly before asked me to
assume.  He had such a graceful body that even in this fuck-readiness, he
could be photographed.

I tucked his elegant feet under my sweating underarms, holding them tight.
I could see his anis opening.  There was no hair to remind me that he was a
male.  I eased in.  He signed gratefully.

"You're big, but you fit like you belong.  You do!" he said fervently.

I didn't rush to do the old in and out.  It was just too hot just staying
in limbo like this.  But our temperatures rose even so and finally I was
lightly moaning as he was too.  The time had come.  I through all respect
to the wind.  I knew I had a billionaire under me.  And, he was my boss, in
a way.  But now he was the boy-man I was going to fuck, to make him bend to
my will and make him my sex slave ever afterward.  I think he knew that he
was at risk, in some part of his consciousness, but they say that a prick
has no conscience.  You could also say that an ass hole can't think.

In I went.  Oh, it was heaven, hot and glove-like.  I lost all sense of
higher thoughts, I was a pile driver with a space to bill.  Up I pulled
out.  He almost wept at the loss.  Then back down.  I wiggled and twisted
my body.  Suddenly he let out a long plaintive call and became temporarily
rigid.  I could see his cock spewing long trails of cum over his tan belly
and chest.

He gasped, "I don't know how you did it, but I couldn't hold back."

I ignored him.  I became the selfish fucker, reaching for my cum.  He
realized what was going on.  He tightened his passage and fucked back at
me.  I howled my orgasm and release like a wounded dog and he patted my wet
back comforting me as if I was in agony.  Yes, I was, sweet agony.

We lay together panting, both on our backs.  Finally Lang said in a normal
voice, "Do you play tennis?"

I was surprised at the question at this time, but I answered, "I do.  Why?"

"Are you good?"

"Average."

"That means you're good, I know the code.  I live uptown on Riverside
Drive.  I have a court on the top floor of my apartment.  We can play."

"You have a whole tennis court in your home?  How about a pool?"

"Yep, second floor."  We were quiet for awhile.  Then I laughed.

"What?"

"You must play really well now.  I just seeded you."


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