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Following our epic 69, which introduced Charlie, my student tenant, to gay sex for the first time, we sat on the sofa calming down, me gently stroking Charlie’s thigh and admiring his cute dick, balls, and body. He was a slightly chubby 18 year old, with a 5”, thin, uncut cock that was nicely shaped and had a small, angular head. His pubic hair formed a pleasing thatch above that adorable package, and strands of Charlie’s cum glistened in the nest. Despite this being his first time having sex with another man (or sex of any kind), he did admit that he thought about sex constantly, and while he’d felt a bit nervous about our encounter, he’d enjoyed it and wanted more.
Charlie enjoyed wearing women’s panties, especially lacy thongs. This I knew from what I’d seen earlier when he undressed for me, and he confessed that he had two pairs stolen from his sister. He liked to wear them, wank in them, in then lick his cum from the material. This explained his enthusiasm for cleaning his own cream from my neck and chest when I’d brought him off earlier, and I was thrilled that he was familiar with the warm saltiness of male sex juice. “So, do you like girls at all?” I ventured, wondering if he was, like me, bi, or guys-only.
“I don’t know,” he said, in that shy, soft voice. “I think it’s just guys. I only ever look at gay porn, and I only fantasize about men when I play with myself.” He rubbed my arm. “I think about you a lot.” Well, that was hugely flattering. I’m okay-looking, but at 46 not as trim as I once was, and with my short hair turning grey, this was a great compliment. Charlie was pretty cute himself; grey eyes, a small, squidgy nose, mop-like black hair, a small mouth, and square-ish glasses to round out the nerdy appearance. He wasn’t chubby, and he wasn’t slim. He actually had hips, and that made him very sexy. Plenty of guys would want him in their bed: I was the lucky one.
“As I said, any time you want sex with me, either just get naked and find me, or tell me outright. I’m always up for sex.”
He asked about my first time, so I told him about my Uncle Jerry who’d introduced me to oral sex many years ago. An uncle by marriage rather than blood, he’d started sucking me off after a family get together that had ended with him and his wife, my aunt, having a row, and her driving home, leaving him at our place. I can’t remember how it all happened, but he was in my room, bitching about Aunt Jane, and the next he was sucking me off through my pyjamas while wanking himself. Our sucking turned to me fucking him on a regular basis for about 6 or 7 years, until he moved to Australia, and our losing contact. “We did some wild things together, me and Uncle Jerry,” I said to Charlie. He wanted to know more, so I told him of the threesomes we’d had with a much, much older man who lived not far from Jerry. He was in his 70s, a widower, but at the time of life where he wanted to try new things. I also visited some sex clubs in London with Jerry, and we saw a lot of action, with Jerry trying golden showers and liking them. Charlie pulled a face. “Yeah, I don’t get off on it either, but Jerry did, so I’d piss on him from time to time.”
“I like the idea of a threesome,” Charlie said. I smiled and ran my hands up and down his thigh. His cock was stiffening. As was mine.
“The old guy was Ted, a retired stockbroker or something, and Uncle Jerry would suck his cock while I fucked Jerry. Then Jerry and I would suck and rim Ted. He never wanted to fuck; just suck and be sucked”. That was 20 years ago though, and I was now the age Uncle Jerry was when we’d first started our relationship. “We fucked girls too,” I said. “We hired a prostitute one evening and spit-roasted her in front of Uncle Jerry’s gas fire.” I remember Jerry pulling out of her pussy and squirting his cum over her back, which I licked off enthusiastically. Those were good times.
Both Charlie and I were hard again, although I didn’t yet feel quite ready for another round. You don’t as you get older, but Charlie was young and very horny with all this sex talk. “I’m going to shower,” I said. “Why don’t you come with me?” I ran my hand over his arse cheeks by way of encouragement. “It’ll help get my juices flowing again.”
Charlie agreed, and he scooped up his clothes from the living room floor and followed me upstairs. I got the shower running while he disappeared into his room. He emerged a few moments later wearing the black, cum-stained panties I’d found that morning. He gave me a sheepish look. “I want to shower in these,” he said. “Is that okay?” I told him it was. He looked pretty sexy in them, his bulge barely constrained by the gauzy lace. I wondered if his sister was hot and what she looked like in those panties.
We stepped into the shower, which isn’t really big enough for two, but is separate from the bathtub, and so not quite a squeeze. I lathered up with shower gel, and then poured a generous dollop down Charlie’s chest and over his panties. Pulling him close, I rubbed our bodies together to increase the suds, and gently worked my hand over his cock, cleaning the cum from that lace, and making his prick as hard as possible. He nuzzled my neck, and I felt his tongue flick out, tracing where he’d licked his own cum from me. I shifted my head so that I was facing him, and slowly drew him in for a kiss, the water pouring over us. He was a little nervous as first, his lips tight, but my tongue sought his, and I continued the steady rubbing of his prick through his panties. He started to relax then, and our kiss became deeper, more urgent, more passionate. His tongue found mine and entwined with it; our lips were glued together, and his hands ran around my back and down to my arse where he followed the curve of my buttocks, cupping them. We kissed deeper, and this was one of those truly incredible, passionate, sex kisses that get your cock harder than granite and make you want sex more than anything else.
Our mouths and tongues worked for ages, the water of the shower soaking us. I ground my throbbing cock against his, and he started to work his fingers up and down my arse crack. I just continued massaging his prick, stroking his hair and back of his neck while our tongues became a single thing of intense sexual arousal. Eventually I pulled back, and Charlie gasped for breath. I dropped to my knees and ran my tongue over his cock, through the lace. The cum stain had gone, and so I soaked the panties with my saliva as I licked his prick. He reached down and pulled the panties to one side, exposing his tool, but instead of sucking him, I turned him around so his arse faced me: I pulled the thin length of cotton to one side, and transferred my tongue to his arsehole, French kissing it just like I’d kissed his mouth, just like I kiss female pussy. I worked my lips and tongue between his spread buttocks, working my tongue firmly into his hole, using everything I had to rim him as well as I possibly could. He’d responded to my gentler rimming earlier, but now he was pressing his hips back into my face so I could go deeper, and so I did, penetrating that ring, but then pulling back to circle and tease it. All the while Charlie had one hand supporting himself against the shower cubicle, the other rubbing his cock through his panties. “Don’t cum,” I said. “Try not to cum.”
“I won’t daddy,” he said, and with that word, I left his ass, got to my feet, turned his face to meet mine, and frenched him deeply again. “Daddy,” he whispered, and we kissed again, my hand joining his on his cock, my own tool rubbing against his buttocks. I was almost ready to spurt myself, so this needed slowing down. I turned off the shower, led Charlie from it, and started to dry him with the huge fluffy towel I’d brought from the airing cupboard. I left his panties in place, drying both his cock and arse under them and through them. I kept giving his prick little flicks of my tongue, and he moaned “daddy” each time I did.
When we were both dry, I swear I was more horned up than I had been the entire day. I was consumed with lust, and wanted to do so many filthy things with Charlie. But this was his first time, and this wasn’t to be a frenzied affair, although it kept threatening to become one. Dried and half-crazed with sex, I led Charlie to my bedroom, and the king size bed dominating it. We lay down, and started to kiss again, hands exploring. He quickly found my cock and started to wank me vigorously, but I told him to slow, and just stroke. “Can I lick your bottom? Like you did me?” Charlie asked, and I kissed him with my tongue to show that he could. I turned onto my front, took a pillow, and worked it below my waist so my arse was elevated, and he could get to me properly. He started with kisses over my buttocks, slowly gaining confidence to tongue me. Clearly he was nervous about eating ass, and he licked and lapped at me enthuiastically, but it would take some practice for him to master the art of rimming. I didn’t mind in the slightest; I was his sex daddy now, and we had oodles of time for me to teach him many things in the art of sex.
He came back up to me, and we returned to French kissing. I worked my hand inside his panties and exposed his cock. He pressed my head lightly, and I worked my way down to his tool, kissing and licking as I went. On reaching his waist, I reversed, and Charlie reached out to guide my thick, swollen, throbbing, aching prick into his hot, hungry, eager mouth. We sucked each other passionately, hands wandering over each other’s bodies, breaking now and then to sit up and French kiss before returning to the 69. After a third round of this pattern, Charlie whispered, “Daddy, cum in my mouth please. I want to taste you.” I returned to his cock, and as his mouth closed over mine, I realised I was beyond ready. Sucking him steadily, I began to work with my hips, fucking his mouth. One of his hands worked my shaft while with the other he held the small of my back, pulling me in. His tongue focused on my cockhead, and with a single, final thrust, I came. There wasn’t as much as earlier, but fuck, it was enough. As I shuddered through the climax, I raised myself up and watched him. Charlie’s eyes were closed, and he was milking my prick for all the cum he could get. A little droplet of spunk appeared at the corner of his mouth, and I lay there, softly pumping every drop I could into him. When I’d finished and pulled back, he sat up, and we kissed again, me cleaning my own cum from his mouth and tongue. “You’re a good boy,” I said. “A very dirty boy. Daddy likes it.”
“Do you daddy?” He asked, and we kissed once more. To show him I did, I returned to his cock, but instead of sucking him off, I eased his black panties back into position, and sucked him through the lace. He was enraptured: his hips bucked and I took cock and lace into my mouth, and he suddenly released a huge moan of pure pleasure, and came in my mouth. There was no spurt or fountain; just a hot oozing through the lace, across my tongue. I held his cum in my mouth, and as he slackened, I crawled up to him, and cum-kissed him deeply, making sure we both enjoyed his sweet, warm, lace-filtered semen. I pulled the cum-soaked panties off him, taking care to avoid ripping the fragile strings, and presented it to him like a trophy. Charlie licked the last of cum from inside and out while I watched. He smiled. “I like cumming with my new daddy,” he said. I kissed him on the lips, tasting the last of both our salt.
“Tonight, sleep in my bed. Tomorrow, well, tomorrow, you’ll see…” Charlie reclined on the bed, panties lying across his chest.
“I can’t wait,” he said.
Charlie enjoyed wearing women’s panties, especially lacy thongs. This I knew from what I’d seen earlier when he undressed for me, and he confessed that he had two pairs stolen from his sister. He liked to wear them, wank in them, in then lick his cum from the material. This explained his enthusiasm for cleaning his own cream from my neck and chest when I’d brought him off earlier, and I was thrilled that he was familiar with the warm saltiness of male sex juice. “So, do you like girls at all?” I ventured, wondering if he was, like me, bi, or guys-only.
“I don’t know,” he said, in that shy, soft voice. “I think it’s just guys. I only ever look at gay porn, and I only fantasize about men when I play with myself.” He rubbed my arm. “I think about you a lot.” Well, that was hugely flattering. I’m okay-looking, but at 46 not as trim as I once was, and with my short hair turning grey, this was a great compliment. Charlie was pretty cute himself; grey eyes, a small, squidgy nose, mop-like black hair, a small mouth, and square-ish glasses to round out the nerdy appearance. He wasn’t chubby, and he wasn’t slim. He actually had hips, and that made him very sexy. Plenty of guys would want him in their bed: I was the lucky one.
“As I said, any time you want sex with me, either just get naked and find me, or tell me outright. I’m always up for sex.”
He asked about my first time, so I told him about my Uncle Jerry who’d introduced me to oral sex many years ago. An uncle by marriage rather than blood, he’d started sucking me off after a family get together that had ended with him and his wife, my aunt, having a row, and her driving home, leaving him at our place. I can’t remember how it all happened, but he was in my room, bitching about Aunt Jane, and the next he was sucking me off through my pyjamas while wanking himself. Our sucking turned to me fucking him on a regular basis for about 6 or 7 years, until he moved to Australia, and our losing contact. “We did some wild things together, me and Uncle Jerry,” I said to Charlie. He wanted to know more, so I told him of the threesomes we’d had with a much, much older man who lived not far from Jerry. He was in his 70s, a widower, but at the time of life where he wanted to try new things. I also visited some sex clubs in London with Jerry, and we saw a lot of action, with Jerry trying golden showers and liking them. Charlie pulled a face. “Yeah, I don’t get off on it either, but Jerry did, so I’d piss on him from time to time.”
“I like the idea of a threesome,” Charlie said. I smiled and ran my hands up and down his thigh. His cock was stiffening. As was mine.
“The old guy was Ted, a retired stockbroker or something, and Uncle Jerry would suck his cock while I fucked Jerry. Then Jerry and I would suck and rim Ted. He never wanted to fuck; just suck and be sucked”. That was 20 years ago though, and I was now the age Uncle Jerry was when we’d first started our relationship. “We fucked girls too,” I said. “We hired a prostitute one evening and spit-roasted her in front of Uncle Jerry’s gas fire.” I remember Jerry pulling out of her pussy and squirting his cum over her back, which I licked off enthusiastically. Those were good times.
Both Charlie and I were hard again, although I didn’t yet feel quite ready for another round. You don’t as you get older, but Charlie was young and very horny with all this sex talk. “I’m going to shower,” I said. “Why don’t you come with me?” I ran my hand over his arse cheeks by way of encouragement. “It’ll help get my juices flowing again.”
Charlie agreed, and he scooped up his clothes from the living room floor and followed me upstairs. I got the shower running while he disappeared into his room. He emerged a few moments later wearing the black, cum-stained panties I’d found that morning. He gave me a sheepish look. “I want to shower in these,” he said. “Is that okay?” I told him it was. He looked pretty sexy in them, his bulge barely constrained by the gauzy lace. I wondered if his sister was hot and what she looked like in those panties.
We stepped into the shower, which isn’t really big enough for two, but is separate from the bathtub, and so not quite a squeeze. I lathered up with shower gel, and then poured a generous dollop down Charlie’s chest and over his panties. Pulling him close, I rubbed our bodies together to increase the suds, and gently worked my hand over his cock, cleaning the cum from that lace, and making his prick as hard as possible. He nuzzled my neck, and I felt his tongue flick out, tracing where he’d licked his own cum from me. I shifted my head so that I was facing him, and slowly drew him in for a kiss, the water pouring over us. He was a little nervous as first, his lips tight, but my tongue sought his, and I continued the steady rubbing of his prick through his panties. He started to relax then, and our kiss became deeper, more urgent, more passionate. His tongue found mine and entwined with it; our lips were glued together, and his hands ran around my back and down to my arse where he followed the curve of my buttocks, cupping them. We kissed deeper, and this was one of those truly incredible, passionate, sex kisses that get your cock harder than granite and make you want sex more than anything else.
Our mouths and tongues worked for ages, the water of the shower soaking us. I ground my throbbing cock against his, and he started to work his fingers up and down my arse crack. I just continued massaging his prick, stroking his hair and back of his neck while our tongues became a single thing of intense sexual arousal. Eventually I pulled back, and Charlie gasped for breath. I dropped to my knees and ran my tongue over his cock, through the lace. The cum stain had gone, and so I soaked the panties with my saliva as I licked his prick. He reached down and pulled the panties to one side, exposing his tool, but instead of sucking him, I turned him around so his arse faced me: I pulled the thin length of cotton to one side, and transferred my tongue to his arsehole, French kissing it just like I’d kissed his mouth, just like I kiss female pussy. I worked my lips and tongue between his spread buttocks, working my tongue firmly into his hole, using everything I had to rim him as well as I possibly could. He’d responded to my gentler rimming earlier, but now he was pressing his hips back into my face so I could go deeper, and so I did, penetrating that ring, but then pulling back to circle and tease it. All the while Charlie had one hand supporting himself against the shower cubicle, the other rubbing his cock through his panties. “Don’t cum,” I said. “Try not to cum.”
“I won’t daddy,” he said, and with that word, I left his ass, got to my feet, turned his face to meet mine, and frenched him deeply again. “Daddy,” he whispered, and we kissed again, my hand joining his on his cock, my own tool rubbing against his buttocks. I was almost ready to spurt myself, so this needed slowing down. I turned off the shower, led Charlie from it, and started to dry him with the huge fluffy towel I’d brought from the airing cupboard. I left his panties in place, drying both his cock and arse under them and through them. I kept giving his prick little flicks of my tongue, and he moaned “daddy” each time I did.
When we were both dry, I swear I was more horned up than I had been the entire day. I was consumed with lust, and wanted to do so many filthy things with Charlie. But this was his first time, and this wasn’t to be a frenzied affair, although it kept threatening to become one. Dried and half-crazed with sex, I led Charlie to my bedroom, and the king size bed dominating it. We lay down, and started to kiss again, hands exploring. He quickly found my cock and started to wank me vigorously, but I told him to slow, and just stroke. “Can I lick your bottom? Like you did me?” Charlie asked, and I kissed him with my tongue to show that he could. I turned onto my front, took a pillow, and worked it below my waist so my arse was elevated, and he could get to me properly. He started with kisses over my buttocks, slowly gaining confidence to tongue me. Clearly he was nervous about eating ass, and he licked and lapped at me enthuiastically, but it would take some practice for him to master the art of rimming. I didn’t mind in the slightest; I was his sex daddy now, and we had oodles of time for me to teach him many things in the art of sex.
He came back up to me, and we returned to French kissing. I worked my hand inside his panties and exposed his cock. He pressed my head lightly, and I worked my way down to his tool, kissing and licking as I went. On reaching his waist, I reversed, and Charlie reached out to guide my thick, swollen, throbbing, aching prick into his hot, hungry, eager mouth. We sucked each other passionately, hands wandering over each other’s bodies, breaking now and then to sit up and French kiss before returning to the 69. After a third round of this pattern, Charlie whispered, “Daddy, cum in my mouth please. I want to taste you.” I returned to his cock, and as his mouth closed over mine, I realised I was beyond ready. Sucking him steadily, I began to work with my hips, fucking his mouth. One of his hands worked my shaft while with the other he held the small of my back, pulling me in. His tongue focused on my cockhead, and with a single, final thrust, I came. There wasn’t as much as earlier, but fuck, it was enough. As I shuddered through the climax, I raised myself up and watched him. Charlie’s eyes were closed, and he was milking my prick for all the cum he could get. A little droplet of spunk appeared at the corner of his mouth, and I lay there, softly pumping every drop I could into him. When I’d finished and pulled back, he sat up, and we kissed again, me cleaning my own cum from his mouth and tongue. “You’re a good boy,” I said. “A very dirty boy. Daddy likes it.”
“Do you daddy?” He asked, and we kissed once more. To show him I did, I returned to his cock, but instead of sucking him off, I eased his black panties back into position, and sucked him through the lace. He was enraptured: his hips bucked and I took cock and lace into my mouth, and he suddenly released a huge moan of pure pleasure, and came in my mouth. There was no spurt or fountain; just a hot oozing through the lace, across my tongue. I held his cum in my mouth, and as he slackened, I crawled up to him, and cum-kissed him deeply, making sure we both enjoyed his sweet, warm, lace-filtered semen. I pulled the cum-soaked panties off him, taking care to avoid ripping the fragile strings, and presented it to him like a trophy. Charlie licked the last of cum from inside and out while I watched. He smiled. “I like cumming with my new daddy,” he said. I kissed him on the lips, tasting the last of both our salt.
“Tonight, sleep in my bed. Tomorrow, well, tomorrow, you’ll see…” Charlie reclined on the bed, panties lying across his chest.
“I can’t wait,” he said.
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