Chapter 70
“Now you can feel how much I want you.” Troy merely nodded and began to slowly bounce on my shaft. I stopped him and held him still. “Don’t lift up. I need to start deep and go deeper.”
He moaned and leaned down to kiss me. That surprised me as the other boys had no use for kissing. But now I discovered my favorite thing was to have my tongue and dick inside Troy at the same time. My body flooded with the energy of a man forty years younger, and I pounded into Troy’s ass again and again. Both of us began to sweat.
I broke from the kiss. “I don’t care about arthritis. Your ass is so gorgeous. I have to take you doggy.”
“Yes, sir,” Troy said. He placed himself on all fours and arched up his perfect rump. I pushed myself up to my knees, wincing. As I climbed aboard, all I could think was how I wished this moment could last forever. This young man was giving his ass to me, to me, and it was soft and warm and felt so good I trembled with each thrust. “You’ve got the best ass I’ve ever seen,” I told Troy. He moaned and pressed back, offering himself completely. I nearly came, but I pulled out and pinched off my dick.
From the way he’d put his legs in the air, I knew what position he liked. “Now I want you on your back,” I said. He flipped over, breathing hard. To show him the extent of my lust, I yanked his legs in the air the moment his back hit the mattress and slammed back into his ass. “God, my dick belongs inside you all the time, Troy. It really does.”
“Yes, sir,” he whimpered, stroking himself at a mad pace.
“I’m going to fuck you all the time, boy. All…the…time.”
“Uh…uh…yes, sir!” Troy’s body shuddered and he shot come clear up to his pillow. Now that he’d climaxed, I could let myself have my own. I reamed him, imagining having Troy’s body to fuck anytime I needed it. Any time I was angry or sad or frightened, I could release my cares inside this young man. I pushed in one last time and came like a gun going off again and again. I heard myself screaming, “Yes!…Yes!…Yes!”
Before I’d regained my senses I found myself pressing my lips against his in the fiercest kiss I’d ever given. From his moans, his come and his sweat, I knew I’d given him better sex than he’d expected from a man my age.
“Sometimes I have trouble coming with all the meds. So that…that was so nice,” he said. “Will you really come back? All the time?”
I didn’t know if I would or should. Even in the immediate afterglow, I knew I didn’t want to risk falling in love with someone who gave up his body like it was a public service. However, if I could keep heed of that…
“Yes, I will come back, boy.” I collapsed on my side to give my knees relief. The way he looked at me, I could see true desire in his eyes. My ardor had indeed sparked his. I grinned like a fool. I hadn’t felt so good about myself in years. I understood lust like moonlight, and maybe, if I’d learned my lesson, I could keep making it shine its brightest.The Boy Can’t Help It
I never thought I’d ever be attracted to a man. I wouldn’t have even described myself as curious. At first I thought of Shaun as simply a roommate I needed to share my tiny apartment with while I worked on my graduate degree. I’d grown up in an Arab household with some fairly typical cultural mores, but I had spent most of my teen years in California, and I’d already had one gay roommate, which had done much to change my perspective. So when Shaun asked if his sexuality would be a problem, I told him “not at all.”
And it wasn’t a problem. He didn’t cook at home often, but if he did, he always made enough for me. He practiced guitar regularly, but as soon as I came home, he’d stop so he wouldn’t disturb me. Furthermore, he was tidy to the point that he would wash my dishes before I even had the chance. There was even a time I had a paper due on toxic chemical interactions, and my laptop crashed. Shaun spent an hour recovering my file and then lent me his computer, no questions asked. He was a good roommate and a sweet fellow.
About three weeks after he moved in, a guy I’d seen on campus named Lucas was in our apartment sitting next to Shaun on his bed. I didn’t think too much of it because we had hardly any furniture. I saw Lucas give me the evil eye, so I knew he wanted to be alone. I could only shrug. We shared a studio apartment, so unless I took a long shower there was no way I could give them privacy, and I was too tired to go back to the library. Instead, I just went to the bathroom to change into sleeping shorts. When I returned, Shaun gave me an appreciative glance, then quickly looked away. He was shy and not at all aggressive, so it wouldn’t rattle me if he found me attractive. Lucas would have been another story.