Chapter 67
“No, no. As you were, Rory Caulfield,” Mr. Wesley said. He walked in and gave me a simmering look.
“R-Really?”
“Oh, yes. You are as beautiful as they said,” he murmured. “If I’d only known what you liked to do earlier, you could have had this much sooner.”
He reached over and delicately touched my face. “I’d like to call you ‘sweetheart,’ but from what I’ve heard, you’re the kind that would rather be called ‘a pussy boy party bottom.’ Which is it truly?”
I moaned. “I…I’m too embarrassed to say…”
“Don’t be. We never get what we want if we don’t ask.” His fingers grazed the inside of my left thigh.
“Yes sir,” I said, spreading my legs wider. I felt such disbelief at what was happening I kept forgetting to breathe and then had to gasp in shock. My dick was so hard it throbbed.
“I’ve waited so long for a young man like you to come along.” He gave me a feral smile. “A pussy boy party bottom,” he said, his hand moving to my hole, “is just what I need.”
“Oh, yes, sir!” I said, as he ran his hand over my dick, which strained against my jock.
Mr. Wesley hit an intercom button. “Barnes, it’s time to mix business with pleasure. Send up my two guests. They’re in for the treat of a lifetime.”
I closed my eyes and moaned. I imagined I’d never have a bad day at work again.Lust Like Moonlight
I could barely figure out these online chat rooms, but there I was. There was a young man that my friend, Richard, said I’d have a good chance with. I was excited when he appeared in the chat room. As I stared at the picture of his face, I realized Richard hadn’t exaggerated about how handsome the boy was. His brown eyes were vulnerable and fawn-like, framed by beautifully curled lashes. He had a pretty mouth and chestnut hair just long enough to run my fingers through.
His screen name was EeyoreBottom, a moniker that made me imagine his skin was soft for some reason—maybe like a stuffed animal. It also made me think that, like the donkey, he suffered from low self-esteem, but Richard, who was the one who told me “EeyoreBottom” would like me, said he got the nickname from “always losing his tail.” I didn’t know Eeyore’s real name, but I already wanted him so much my chest was tight. I’d been rejected so frequently I barely had the courage to send a message. I sighed and opened a message window. Richard said the first thing I should say was: “I’d like to fuck you.” I decided on, “Hi.”
Five minutes later he hadn’t responded. I was about to shut down the computer in disgust and call someone I’d have to pay for in one way or another. Then words appeared on the screen. “Hey! Sorry, I was on the phone. Nice to meet you!” He put in a smiley face. I’d heard he was a sweetheart. He’d have to be to take pity on someone like me.
I typed. “Is it true you like older men?”
“Yes,” he responded right away. “They’re my weakness.”
My fingers tensed on the keyboard, and my heart sped up. “Young fellows like you are mine.”
“Awesome!” he typed.
I breathed in and out deeply to calm myself, but I couldn’t keep my dick from stiffening. I shook my head. He still might not like me. I wrote back, “Awesome, huh? You’re very kind. But I’m really old. I’m sixty-five.”
“But you’re interested in me, right?” he typed.
“Very much.”
“Well, that’s what matters. Are you aggressive?”
I usually wasn’t, but, for this boy, I wanted to be. I began to type “May I have sex with you?” but I erased it and typed “Yes, I’m aggressive. I’m going to fuck your ass. What’s your address?”
Richard told me the boy lived nearby, but when Eeyore gave me directions, it surprised me exactly how close. I could be there in five minutes. He said he needed ten to get ready, but he’d unlock the door for me.
I stared at the computer screen wide-eyed. I couldn’t believe my luck. I looked in the mirror to comb my hair, which had never looked grayer. Was I really that frail? Calm down! I took deep breaths while tying my shoes.
When I arrived, he was naked, wet from a shower and busy changing his sheets.
He smiled and asked if he could give me a hug. He pressed his warm, damp body into mine in a soft embrace. I couldn’t stop my right hand from sliding down to his ass and squeezing.