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Sleeping soundly on my side, I am woken by the smell of cock and sexual musk. In the dim light, my eyes focus on a penis, resting on the bed, inches from my face.
A little backstory to explain how I found a penis before me. I invited a young gay couple to stay at my cabin in the country. They lived in my apartment building, and had helped me out a few times. We’d spent some time together, even had dinner together. They were charming, but liked to tease me. I often expressed some mystification about their youth culture, earning me the nickname ‘old man’. If I gently questioned the wisdom of some of their doing, they would call me ‘daddy’. Charming teases but also extremely good looking. Both were taller and thinner than I. Émile, from Montréal, was wraith-like, with long blond hair. Typically his jeans were sprayed on somehow, a nice bulge in front, and pert buns behind. Robert, from Mogadishu (Somalia) was more toned and muscled, with very short black hair. He was dressed more conservatively, but even so it was clear he carried some serious equipment.
I was looking forward to their company, not to mention the chance to watch their bodies in swimsuits. We left Friday after their work. That first evening was gentle and easy, although there seemed to be some silent messaging between the two. We were tired after the week and the trip from the city, so we went to bed fairly early. A few drinks and a spliff; I was mellow but not bombed.
So I had no real reason to expect to wake with a penis in my face. Yet somehow I wasn’t surprised or threatened. Of course, even without looking up, I knew that the penis belonged to Émile, rather than Robert. It was average in length (for me, anyway), but attractively shaped, curving up slightly, with a immediately enticing cut head. His pubic hair was a little sparse, but framed his cock well. I would make my acquaintance with his balls by their abundant output first before I ever saw them.
So for a moment I just gazed upon this erect cock, smelling more strongly now. Desire flashed through me. I took a moment to look up and smile at Émile, saying: “I think I’m in love.” Then my lips pressed softly on the head of his cock, my tongue just touched his cum slit. I was rewarded with a low girly moan. I began to hum along as I caressed his head with my tongue, just occasionally embracing it with suction. I knew he wouldn’t last long when I began to taste a flow of pre-cum. As my mouth began to move down his shaft, I could feel his body trembling. My free arm wrapped around his ass – gosh it was sweet and tight - and I swallowed him all. I was able to hold him there for a while, my face pressed against his coarse pubic hair, my swallows kneading his head, my tongue lashing his shaft. Émile began to gasp then gave a little cry as I moved back to receive and savour his sperm. He had a nice cum: one huge spurt and then a steady and copious flow, pungent with sex. His ass muscles were flexing and his hips heaving. After he subsided, we stayed locked together for a while.
It was not easy to pull away. So many of my senses were so fully engaged. I could smell his musk, sweat and sperm. My taste buds had been satiated with his cum: thin in texture, but pungent in taste. My throat had been stretched by his cock, my mouth was still full of him, his pubic hair was pressing on my face. And one hand was on his ass, holding his hips top me. Before finally pulling away, my fingers made an easy transit up the crack of his ass, slowing to stroke his hole. I knew what was next when his hole flexed as I my fingers passed it.
He turned around, showing me his ass, spreading his cheeks to show his hole. I’ve not seen many holes as cute as this one: hairless, perfectly round, small. I had to get out of bed to find it with my mouth, but I really wanted to stroke that sweet bud with my tongue, to circle it, press into it kiss and suck it. Émile had his hands on my head as I worshipped his treasure. One day I hoped I would spend an hour there, but today, right now, I needed release. As I moved away, I saw his balls for the first time: a low hanging sagging sac with heavy spheres. That’s where all that cum came from.
I scooched over in the bed and he spooned against me. His hand reached back and put the tip of my cock against his hole. No question about that invitation! But as started to push in, Émile gave a little gasp. I stopped, but his hands found my hips and pulled me back in. Whatever the sensation he was getting was something he wanted. For me, the experience was just short of heaven. This was a passage that was tight, but open. I eased back a couple of times, but after each I pushed in more. Each time I opened him up further he cried out, sometimes moaning. Finally I was all the way in, my groin hard against his ass, his muscles making a firm cushion. My arms were wrapped around his chest, bony ribs and hard nipples. I rested for a moment.
Émile’s first words that night were: “Daddy, fill me up”. As he said them, we moved together to place his body under me, my weight upon him. I regretted my short stature as I could not kiss him from that position, but he took my hand and sucked my fingers. My thrusts were instinctual rather than planned. He wanted to be fucked and I was fucking him. His body seemed to open to me, I felt I was going right into his centre. This was not going to last long. As I built to my climax, Émile’s long and loud moans filled the room. As my thrusts became heaves and I poured myself into him, his moans changed to grunts, firstly from the force of my entry into him, then of submission and satisfaction. He was crying “Daddy, Daddy” softly when I pulled from him, but his kiss was full of passion, love and caring. We lay face to face, side by side, smelling strongly of sex and sweat.
At some point in all this, Robert had come into the room. He would have heard us, certainly Émile. We were way too preoccupied to notice him in the room. In fact, I only became aware of it as I felt his weight on the far side of the bed. My jerk of surprise was calmed by the huge smile on Émile’s face; he raised his body up to meet Robert’s lips and they kissed, Robert spooning me on one side, Émile pressed against me on the other.
Right away I felt Robert’s hot hardness against me. He reached around me, taking my cum leaking from Émile’s ass, spreading it on his cock. “Your turn old man”, he murmured as his cock head pressed against my hole. I had only guessed at the size of his cock; now I was to find out for real, in the best possible way. I thought I was ready, but the stretching required to take him past my opening caused me to cry out. Émile cuddled me, kissed my lips, licked my face, reminded me to breathe. O the size of him! Tears were running down my face, which Émile was kissing. I almost begged Robert to stop, and then he was in. Still agonizing, but not getting worse. Robert rested while my ass tried to accept its new owner. And when he eased his way in further, there were waves of pleasure in that sea of pain. His cock hit my first block, and he stopped and waited; we both knew that my ass just needed some time to adjust. When my insides released, I was welcoming the invasion. And he just kept on coming. There was a second block; no one had ever been that far inside me before. But I could feel that he had more, perhaps much more, to penetrate. Yet I was sure I was full. I could feel his hardness up to my stomach. My inner body knew better, though, driven by lust and submission. I opened again, and now could feel his member, his hugeness, this pile driver, owning my whole lower body. There was pain, but I was in paradise as well. I was barely conscious, almost in a trance. But I was aware enough to grin when I at last felt the prickles of his pubic hair against my ass. I had him at last!
Or rather, he had me. For his hot huge hardness so filled my body, dominating all my sensations, that I was unable to do more than serve his needs. I nearly passed out when he began to move against me. The first moves were easy, gentle and just moving an inch or so. But when he pulled out a few inches, it felt as if my whole body was going to collapse. I was bereft, lost, empty. My wail was like a c***d’s who’d lost a toy. And when he moved back in again, I also cried out, as I felt my insides being rearranged. There was a huge crest of pleasure, a joy in being opened, an ecstasy of submission.
Emile was facing me, helping Robert with his timing; his hands, his lips, his tongue were welcome as I was dominated and taken. I think they were talking, laughing once or twice. I was in a rapture, no awareness except that of this piston within me. They kissed above me, which caused Robert to begin more solid and definite thrusts. Émile felt my cock leaking against him. Briefly he took me in his mouth to savour my love juice, then spoke to Robert. We moved diagonally on the bed, Emile positioning to 69. But in that moment Robert slipped out of me. So great was sensation of loss, of emptiness, the sheer desolation, I convulsed, my hips heaving, crying “please, please”, reaching for his cock, barely able to wrap my hands around it, placing it against my hole and pushing hard with my hips as he thundered into me, slamming against my ass, making me feel so full I almost choked. So great was the sensation, I think I passed out for a few seconds. I returned to minimal awareness to find myself part of a fucking machine. Robert was thrusting inside my ass in steady hard stokes; Émile was fucking my mouth and taking my dick down his throat. Émile was the first to cum, I think, as suddenly my mouth was filled with sperm, nearly choking me. That set me off, though, and I released again, my pleasure increased by his eager swallows. Robert slammed me once or twice, but most of his orgasm was deep inside me, his whole body trembling. And then I did pass out.
I awoke to find them lying on either side of me, looking down on me, a little concerned. I reassured them with the words: “I think I’m in heaven”. They laughed: “Pretty good for an old man”. We all slept for a while; young sweaty bodies against me, reeking of sex. My hole felt as if it would never close again; I could feel cum leaking down my legs. I didn’t need any more sex that night, but they were far from finished. I only have dim memories. I think Émile fucked me once; I do remember him on top of me, kissing deeply. And I took Robert in my mouth, at least some of him, and tasted his cum as well.
They made me breakfast in the morning. We had a very pleasant day together. They did look gorgeous in their swim suits. And then they slept in their own room that night, much to my relief. Although the grunts and cries were tempting ...
A little backstory to explain how I found a penis before me. I invited a young gay couple to stay at my cabin in the country. They lived in my apartment building, and had helped me out a few times. We’d spent some time together, even had dinner together. They were charming, but liked to tease me. I often expressed some mystification about their youth culture, earning me the nickname ‘old man’. If I gently questioned the wisdom of some of their doing, they would call me ‘daddy’. Charming teases but also extremely good looking. Both were taller and thinner than I. Émile, from Montréal, was wraith-like, with long blond hair. Typically his jeans were sprayed on somehow, a nice bulge in front, and pert buns behind. Robert, from Mogadishu (Somalia) was more toned and muscled, with very short black hair. He was dressed more conservatively, but even so it was clear he carried some serious equipment.
I was looking forward to their company, not to mention the chance to watch their bodies in swimsuits. We left Friday after their work. That first evening was gentle and easy, although there seemed to be some silent messaging between the two. We were tired after the week and the trip from the city, so we went to bed fairly early. A few drinks and a spliff; I was mellow but not bombed.
So I had no real reason to expect to wake with a penis in my face. Yet somehow I wasn’t surprised or threatened. Of course, even without looking up, I knew that the penis belonged to Émile, rather than Robert. It was average in length (for me, anyway), but attractively shaped, curving up slightly, with a immediately enticing cut head. His pubic hair was a little sparse, but framed his cock well. I would make my acquaintance with his balls by their abundant output first before I ever saw them.
So for a moment I just gazed upon this erect cock, smelling more strongly now. Desire flashed through me. I took a moment to look up and smile at Émile, saying: “I think I’m in love.” Then my lips pressed softly on the head of his cock, my tongue just touched his cum slit. I was rewarded with a low girly moan. I began to hum along as I caressed his head with my tongue, just occasionally embracing it with suction. I knew he wouldn’t last long when I began to taste a flow of pre-cum. As my mouth began to move down his shaft, I could feel his body trembling. My free arm wrapped around his ass – gosh it was sweet and tight - and I swallowed him all. I was able to hold him there for a while, my face pressed against his coarse pubic hair, my swallows kneading his head, my tongue lashing his shaft. Émile began to gasp then gave a little cry as I moved back to receive and savour his sperm. He had a nice cum: one huge spurt and then a steady and copious flow, pungent with sex. His ass muscles were flexing and his hips heaving. After he subsided, we stayed locked together for a while.
It was not easy to pull away. So many of my senses were so fully engaged. I could smell his musk, sweat and sperm. My taste buds had been satiated with his cum: thin in texture, but pungent in taste. My throat had been stretched by his cock, my mouth was still full of him, his pubic hair was pressing on my face. And one hand was on his ass, holding his hips top me. Before finally pulling away, my fingers made an easy transit up the crack of his ass, slowing to stroke his hole. I knew what was next when his hole flexed as I my fingers passed it.
He turned around, showing me his ass, spreading his cheeks to show his hole. I’ve not seen many holes as cute as this one: hairless, perfectly round, small. I had to get out of bed to find it with my mouth, but I really wanted to stroke that sweet bud with my tongue, to circle it, press into it kiss and suck it. Émile had his hands on my head as I worshipped his treasure. One day I hoped I would spend an hour there, but today, right now, I needed release. As I moved away, I saw his balls for the first time: a low hanging sagging sac with heavy spheres. That’s where all that cum came from.
I scooched over in the bed and he spooned against me. His hand reached back and put the tip of my cock against his hole. No question about that invitation! But as started to push in, Émile gave a little gasp. I stopped, but his hands found my hips and pulled me back in. Whatever the sensation he was getting was something he wanted. For me, the experience was just short of heaven. This was a passage that was tight, but open. I eased back a couple of times, but after each I pushed in more. Each time I opened him up further he cried out, sometimes moaning. Finally I was all the way in, my groin hard against his ass, his muscles making a firm cushion. My arms were wrapped around his chest, bony ribs and hard nipples. I rested for a moment.
Émile’s first words that night were: “Daddy, fill me up”. As he said them, we moved together to place his body under me, my weight upon him. I regretted my short stature as I could not kiss him from that position, but he took my hand and sucked my fingers. My thrusts were instinctual rather than planned. He wanted to be fucked and I was fucking him. His body seemed to open to me, I felt I was going right into his centre. This was not going to last long. As I built to my climax, Émile’s long and loud moans filled the room. As my thrusts became heaves and I poured myself into him, his moans changed to grunts, firstly from the force of my entry into him, then of submission and satisfaction. He was crying “Daddy, Daddy” softly when I pulled from him, but his kiss was full of passion, love and caring. We lay face to face, side by side, smelling strongly of sex and sweat.
At some point in all this, Robert had come into the room. He would have heard us, certainly Émile. We were way too preoccupied to notice him in the room. In fact, I only became aware of it as I felt his weight on the far side of the bed. My jerk of surprise was calmed by the huge smile on Émile’s face; he raised his body up to meet Robert’s lips and they kissed, Robert spooning me on one side, Émile pressed against me on the other.
Right away I felt Robert’s hot hardness against me. He reached around me, taking my cum leaking from Émile’s ass, spreading it on his cock. “Your turn old man”, he murmured as his cock head pressed against my hole. I had only guessed at the size of his cock; now I was to find out for real, in the best possible way. I thought I was ready, but the stretching required to take him past my opening caused me to cry out. Émile cuddled me, kissed my lips, licked my face, reminded me to breathe. O the size of him! Tears were running down my face, which Émile was kissing. I almost begged Robert to stop, and then he was in. Still agonizing, but not getting worse. Robert rested while my ass tried to accept its new owner. And when he eased his way in further, there were waves of pleasure in that sea of pain. His cock hit my first block, and he stopped and waited; we both knew that my ass just needed some time to adjust. When my insides released, I was welcoming the invasion. And he just kept on coming. There was a second block; no one had ever been that far inside me before. But I could feel that he had more, perhaps much more, to penetrate. Yet I was sure I was full. I could feel his hardness up to my stomach. My inner body knew better, though, driven by lust and submission. I opened again, and now could feel his member, his hugeness, this pile driver, owning my whole lower body. There was pain, but I was in paradise as well. I was barely conscious, almost in a trance. But I was aware enough to grin when I at last felt the prickles of his pubic hair against my ass. I had him at last!
Or rather, he had me. For his hot huge hardness so filled my body, dominating all my sensations, that I was unable to do more than serve his needs. I nearly passed out when he began to move against me. The first moves were easy, gentle and just moving an inch or so. But when he pulled out a few inches, it felt as if my whole body was going to collapse. I was bereft, lost, empty. My wail was like a c***d’s who’d lost a toy. And when he moved back in again, I also cried out, as I felt my insides being rearranged. There was a huge crest of pleasure, a joy in being opened, an ecstasy of submission.
Emile was facing me, helping Robert with his timing; his hands, his lips, his tongue were welcome as I was dominated and taken. I think they were talking, laughing once or twice. I was in a rapture, no awareness except that of this piston within me. They kissed above me, which caused Robert to begin more solid and definite thrusts. Émile felt my cock leaking against him. Briefly he took me in his mouth to savour my love juice, then spoke to Robert. We moved diagonally on the bed, Emile positioning to 69. But in that moment Robert slipped out of me. So great was sensation of loss, of emptiness, the sheer desolation, I convulsed, my hips heaving, crying “please, please”, reaching for his cock, barely able to wrap my hands around it, placing it against my hole and pushing hard with my hips as he thundered into me, slamming against my ass, making me feel so full I almost choked. So great was the sensation, I think I passed out for a few seconds. I returned to minimal awareness to find myself part of a fucking machine. Robert was thrusting inside my ass in steady hard stokes; Émile was fucking my mouth and taking my dick down his throat. Émile was the first to cum, I think, as suddenly my mouth was filled with sperm, nearly choking me. That set me off, though, and I released again, my pleasure increased by his eager swallows. Robert slammed me once or twice, but most of his orgasm was deep inside me, his whole body trembling. And then I did pass out.
I awoke to find them lying on either side of me, looking down on me, a little concerned. I reassured them with the words: “I think I’m in heaven”. They laughed: “Pretty good for an old man”. We all slept for a while; young sweaty bodies against me, reeking of sex. My hole felt as if it would never close again; I could feel cum leaking down my legs. I didn’t need any more sex that night, but they were far from finished. I only have dim memories. I think Émile fucked me once; I do remember him on top of me, kissing deeply. And I took Robert in my mouth, at least some of him, and tasted his cum as well.
They made me breakfast in the morning. We had a very pleasant day together. They did look gorgeous in their swim suits. And then they slept in their own room that night, much to my relief. Although the grunts and cries were tempting ...
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