Date: Tue, 26 Oct 2021 15:18:08 +0000 (UTC)
From: Terry Green <terrygreen822@aol.com>
Subject: Weekend of Fun with my lover Max

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After multiple hours of running my security company from my Manhattan
penthouse, we finally had an official headquarters in the Bronx. My
employees had voted on that borough for convenience, and I wanted their
commutes, not to add headaches or additional stress. As all New Yorkers
know, this is part of all methods of transportation. Nothing cheerful or
particularly pleasant, and who knew what adventure was inevitable on each
trip. It wasn't too long of a train ride for me, and office manager
Susan had already proved her mettle. She was one of my retired NYPD
officers. Friendly and approachable, but no nonsense to clients and
employees alike. She was wonderful at keeping me updated, and was one of
my favorite hires.

Her life story was like a novel. She lost her dad to a car accident at
age 7, and grew up in some of the city's roughest housing projects. Her
mom did all she could to provide, working 16 hour days, while Susan
basically raised her two younger brothers. One of them ultimately died in
a criminal shooting, which led to her moms despondency. She and her other
brother were eventually led to foster care through child protective
services, and this kept them away from their mother who's drinking and
drug demons led to her decline. Eventually demise, as she died of an
overdose. Susan had a successful career in arguably the country's best
police department, and her brother first became a mechanic, but now owned
a specialty shop for German cars. I had met Billy a few times, and liked
him a lot, as very personable and intelligent. His sister had the same
attributes, although she was a little more sharp edged.

Our week had went well, and for the weekend, my assistant in charge
Daniel would oversee operations. He was a former navy seal, and was very
effective at our mission. That was to protect our clients, who literally
trusted us with their lives. He had been born ready, and although he
could contact me, I already knew that he had this. Our weekend schedule
this one was fairly light, and plus it had been a couple times since my
18 year old freshman at Columbia University lover and I had spent time.
Max was so damn cute. Also he was an old soul, and despite our age
difference of 25 years, we had a lot in common. He was excited as was I,
as our plan was a trip to the nations capital. We both loved learning and
he was an architectural major, so what better place to go than DC?

Friday afternoon we flew from JFK to National. Our Lyft rider took us to
the Marriott by the Key Bridge, and we got some dinner at Murphy's Steak
House. He looked so handsome, and the night before I had shaved my pubes
per his desires, along with my face stubble. We were both clean shaven
and smooth. I enjoyed looking in his eyes as we drank our waters at the
famous restaurant. At 5'7 and 140 pounds he was petite to my 6'3
muscular frame, yet alluring on so many levels. This was close to his
home, and while his parents were supportive of him being gay, he wasn't
ready to introduce me to them at this point. There were multiple reasons,
and I didn't want to cause him any problems, as he had 15 credits
already to contend with. I just enjoyed seeing him smile, and had a
feeling that tonight would be especially wonderful.

We did hold hands prior to dinner arriving. Definitely we missed each
other, and caught up on what was going on. He was struggling a bit with
auto cad, but I reminded him, "not every class comes easily."
Apparently he had used another building system, so there was some changes
that were quite drastic. As a criminal justice major, after hearing what
he was contending with, I was glad to have not dealt with this. My grades
weren't anything special, but would have been hurt by this course. I was
happy that Max was thriving and enjoying his other classes. His professor
Dr Thompson for English sounded fun. Also I was pleased for Max that he
got two A's on exams in the last week. He was certainly cerebral, but at
Columbia he had to work for these achievements.

The steaks were delicious. Also we're the potatoes and other sides.
Murphy's lived up to its reputation. Our server Bert was definitely gay
as well, and max and I smiled mischievously when he was at our table.
Glad we had others around us the same as us. We didn't need dessert. I
got and paid for the check, and Max and I walked around Georgetown for
awhile. He loved the area and the Palisades, which had houses that were
high end, along with the brick roads. Our walk was pleasant, as we kissed
and held each other a bit. Finally we called Lyft, and were back in our
9th floor room in just fifteen minutes. Tomorrow we would walk the Key
Bridge, along with seeing the national mall area.

We watched a bit of NCIS cuddling in bed. Both of us agreed the silk
count and mattress, were of impeccable quality. It felt so good to be
together. In many ways we just fit, cared for each other, and loved being
out and about sharing fun experiences. Max kissed me and I so loved his
soft lips. In only tight underwear I saw him fully erect, and knew this
was just the beginning of our hearts desires. He wanted me to make love
to him, and I was eager to comply. Yet we kissed gently, and then it
became a game of shark like aggression on the bed. I took his orange
tights off, and my clothes off, as I laid on top of him holding him down
as we made out. Tongues twirling and our penises touching, we were so
heated in our primal dance that we longer for together.

Soon I had my mouth on his neck, moving down to lick his nipples. Max was
moaning as my tongue circled them, and my hand touched his 5" throbbing
cock. I had missed him, he had missed me. My naked erect big penis was
obvious, and it turned me on when Max looked at it. All he could say was
"big cock," as I licked his hole and played with his genitals. I ate
his ass and had him singing in several octave notes. He was in a paradigm
of pleasure. Another dimension as I continued licking his hole, my tongue
dashing in and out. Soon I had his penis all the way in. His eyes closed
then looked at my open blue ones, as I took him to the back of my throat.
Spitting and slobbering, I made sure his penis got a bath, and his balls
got slurped. Fingering him with lube, he cried out in joy, although once
I was inside him would probably be silent screams.

Soon he was sucking my toes. Oh I had forgotten how good this felt. It
was a sensation that had me floating. For awhile I just sat back and
allowed him, as he paid good attention to my feet, before getting to my
fully erect cock with precum on it. He smiled tasting it, and had his
head bobbing up and down on my manhood. Oh wow he knew how to hit my
erroneous zones. He sealed my penis in tight, and his hands on my hips
and above was unreal. His tongue ring added extra stimulation, and I
worried that my volcano down below would show up early. This fear was
unfounded though, as he laid down with his legs up, telling me to "make
love."

Sliding inside him, damn he was so hot and tight. His ass clenching down
on me, and our sweat and pheromones mixing was unbelievable. We made love
with so much aggression, as I pushed my penis all the way in with vigor.
Kissing and going at it. I couldn't believe the synchronized pumping, as
I pulled out all the way, and then slid in with all of my might. He was
breathing heavily. Max looked at me and with a seductive voice said,
"give it to me baby." Eventually I bent him over, holding on to his
hips, and fucked him with everything I had. Could feel his soaking wet
prostate producing the semen, that would travel to his balls, and I
rubbed his testes gently for screams of pleasure from my guy. Oh his
scrotum felt amazing in my fingers, and based on the tightness, it
wouldn't be long until he came.

I pushed him on me, and soon he was going up and down on my well lubed
penis. In the mirror I saw his dark cheeks going up and down on my white
big boy, which only heightened every sensation. We kissed. He touched my
chest. We were completely connected, as our shaved penis were so close,
with mine penetrating him and just behind his balls. Him bouncing up and
down drove me crazy, and soon I saw his sheepish grin, as he took me like
a bull let loose in the streets of Palermo. Our hot breath and bodies. We
both soon felt with anticipation what was happening. A minute later he
orgasmed all over my belly and abdomen. Cum shot up as he breathed so
cheerfully.'

Continuing to pump him, the sensation of his tightened ass made me sing.
I held on to his rear end. Like two birds on the hunt, we continued this
mating ritual. Kissing and holding each other. This was the pantheon, as
I could see the difference beyond a Civic and  Chevy Corvette. I so
desired him. Each and every day. The waves of our motion was intense, and
soon my sperm unleashed into him. Holding out on each other, I yelled as
my basks erupted like a pure vanilla shake. He was full of my DNA, and we
kissed and hugged. Two birds of a feather, our mission for the night had
been accomplished. We slept in each others arms, kissing sometimes, but
mostly a zen like rest.

Morning breakfast was good. The Marriotts coffee was to my liking, and it
was nice to see Max rested and relaxed. Also him anticipating the museums
and architectural treasures. This was his passion, and I wanted to be as
supportive as possible. Fall was looking good for our trip today, as I
had rented a for hire driver. Samuel was wonderful from the beginning, on
time and the Escalade was a comfortable way to get around. He let us walk
the Key Bridge. Max was able to teach me how it was built, and also
showed me points of concern, which was something I admittedly had never
thought about.

Samuel drove us to the Lincoln and Jefferson Memorials. Although humble,
we saw the George Mason Garden close by. Max and I got a lot of pictures
of the Lincoln Memorial. The statue of Honest Abe, atop of the stairs,
gave us exceptional views of the nations capital. A couple of nice women
took our pictures with my cell phone, and Max had his Canon 700 for long
shots. This digital camera was impressive. He showed me some of the
techniques he was using. Some of the capitol building and White House
images, looked as if we were there. It was nice to walk hand in hand
along the tidal basin. As usual there were a couple of stares, but we
both laughed about them, as they weren't of aggression or hate.
Befuddled folks. It was more gay friendly than NYC was, as we found a
LGBT coffee shop. Very nice folks on Independence Avenue, and we saw a
lot of ads for gay nightclubs and the like.


Max liked the Jefferson Memorial, while I loved it. I enjoyed being able
to see different parts of the city, and the statue had a lot of history
to it. So many war and civil rights protests too, and I remembered
learning about President Nixon confronting Vietnam War protestors on this
site. The secret service must have been stressed. Looking at an adjacent
bridge, a park ranger told me about Air Florida's crash there in the
1980s. I remembered it, as that was the one, where the planes failure to
de ice had led to the commuter jet crashing on the bridge and into the
frozen river. Creepy and macabre. Watching the planes taking off from
National was fun, as a lot of Southwest jets seemed to occupy the sky.
Max and I both got slightly chilly walking Potomac Park. Thankfully we
had dressed for this, and a lot of older men were catching large catfish
out of the river.

Lunch was at a food truck. We made sure to get Samuel food, and we were
glad to make his day. There were so many food choices, but we had settled
on a taco truck. Surprisingly the food was delicious, and at $10 per
person reasonable. Max and I rode a historical carousel. You're never to
old to do this. Then we hit up the Smithsonians. Max was correct. They
were a gift from a Briton named Mr Smythe. First we went to the air and
space museum, and followed it up by the art gallery, museum of natural
history, before finishing with American history. The museum staff and
volunteers had lovingly restored the American flag in Baltimore, that had
inspired Francis Scott Keys "National Anthem."

It was a perfect afternoon, and I tipped Samuel for his exceptional
service. For dinner we went to PF Chang's. I felt the Chinese food was
okay, but it was Max's choice. They did have good service, but was
disappointed with my Szeuchan Chicken. Max had a beef and broccoli dish.
Our conversation was a good one. Both of us agreed that DC was an
eclectic and pretty place. He had a lot of photos on his phone and
camera, as did I so it was a successful getaway from the big apple.
Things were definitely less hectic down here. After dinner Max and I
shopped and walked around in Georgetown. Upscale and busy at the same
time.

We found another good coffee shop called Paul's. Definitely unorthodox
with bright yellow colors, yet very friendly vibe all around. Max was
able to get a chocolate frappe while I went with the usual strong stuff.
It definitely was a kick in the pants. Lots of nice mostly young people,
probably Georgetown students, and thankfully I didn't get the "are you
his dad look?" That happened often. Then we went to Poetry and Prose,
where we got a couple new books. Definitely a happening spot, as lots of
authors had signing events. I so wish this was next weekend, as David
Baldacci was going to be there.

We walked back to our hotel, and Max wanted to take a hot shower. I did
too, so we did together. Lathering each other up, we kissed and felt each
other up. A prelude to later. It was always good to be with him in the
steam, his smooth chest contrasted so deeply with my hairy one. Also he
massaged my biceps, as they had been put through the ringer lately.
Always had to be in shape, as chance favored the prepared. I gave Max a
back massage, and we watched a movie together in our white Marriott
labeled towels. It was so good to relax with him, plus my fitness tracker
showed we covered 10 miles on foot today.

Max brought up his frustration with school, but also news of a project he
had never shared with me. He thought his graphic work art was terrible.
Looking at it, admittedly I was not an art aficionado, I could see the
eloquent penmanship and artistic talent. He smiled, but tried to show
"you're just saying that." "No, not at all. Look at the complexity."
It wasn't just some mere blueprint, it was designs that were
multifaceted. I asked how long some of them took, and he brought up the
hours he worked on these. Apparently they helped him to relax. What he
saw as a hobby, I saw as a major possibility. He finally let me share
some of my pictures with a graphics engineer, and sure enough the replies
via text were very complimentary. It was a relief for me, and I was glad
to see him smiling again. He also had been so supportive of my PTSD, and
the stress of running a multimillion dollar enterprise.

We had a good thing going. True we weren't official, but our compassion
and caring for each other was undeniable. Our age difference and life
experiences being completely the opposite, made things far more fun. A
lot of this was due to our honesty and great communication. He looked up
to my military background, while I looked up to his youthful ideas and
caring. We had something special, that was for certain, and our chemistry
was there. He didn't push me for a relationship, and I didn't ask to be
exclusive. Who knew the reason? Why mess with something magical? If
you're in Disney World stay there.

As we sat in the hotel room, we shared some chips. Our growing up was so
different. Nothing had been handed to him, as his parents were first
generation Filipino Americans. Yet his Columbia experience, was a
cakewalk he conceded, to my being called every name at boot camp at the
same age. While he was studying calculus in a comfortable room, I was
running miles in combat boots. While he was in a elementary class, I was
inserted in a foreign country with a firearm and orders. His family was
far more closer than mine was, as all of us had drifted over the years.

It felt good to tell him my angst and sadness of this, without being
criticized or judged. He was so comforting and kind. We held our hands
together, and kissed each other. It was if the bed grabbed us, but our
kissing became more passionate, and I gave him a blowjob to remember.
Going up and down on his tan cut penis, I licked voraciously chasing
precum into my lips. Seeing his legs turn to butter, and his toes curl
was hot. Soon he was returning the favor, taking as much of my manhood as
he could orally. Looking in each other's eyes, I was overcome by my raw
hormonal energy, as his dark lips seemed to peel the chrome off of my
cock.

Soon we were kissing, sucking each other nipples, and I bent him over.
Licking his hole, and putting lube there, I slid my eight inches of
pleasure into his insides. Holding his hips, grabbing his smooth rear
end, it was viscerally majestic to see my dick going in and out of him.
Feeling his testes from behind he moaned, and I loved the sensation of
his sperm coated eggs in my palms. He turned over and soon I was on top
of him. He smelled so good, as the squeezing of his ass and the sound of
the lube connecting, made our love making even more surreal. We kissed
and made love, and soon he locked up on me. He came all over my abdomen,
as I kept pushing further wiggling my hips .

Finally he rode me. I loved watching my penis in him, and yes to see his
genitals was a added bonus. His eyes and mouth curling too was fun. We
were truly two became one material, and as he caressed my chest, I felt
that epic moment of being locked in. There was no turning back as my
balls erupted inside him. Oh the fireworks and adrenaline filled high.
Seeing my sperm rolling out, we kissed and fell asleep again wearing not
a damn thing. This was perfect, and while the next day we went back to
Gotham, this was a great respite for both of us.