10 comments/ 64046 views/ 7 favorites Back For More By: TheJess This is my second story, kind of a sequel to 'No Harm In Asking'. I wanted to thank all the people who left me messages saying how much they liked the story, and also those who didn't like it but the took the time to tell me why. I don't kid myself that I've got a book in me, but I'm going to keep up with the stories for as long as anyone cares to read them, so if you like them, let me know. Back For More It had been nearly a year since that day at the sauna, but I can't say that a lot had changed for me in that time. Lachlan, the skip on the 'Mary' had taken me back on the boat. We got along pretty well considering he'd caught me fucking his girlfriend up the ass, and had broken my arm. Sandy was my ex-wife, and I'd known Lachlan a lot longer than I'd known her, so me and him got together over a beer and decided she wasn't worth falling out over. One thing that had changed was my taste in women. Ever since that day at the Y, I'd been looking at the big girls in a totally different way. I'd had a couple of girlfriends in that time, both what you'd call large ladies, but neither of them had the energy of my first BBW, and so now I was back on my own again. It was a Thursday, and the 'Mary' was heading back to port when we noticed the rear winch was busted. Lachlan put the call into the owner, but he didn't want to pay for a new one, so we ended up ordering some parts in to repair it ourselves, which I went in to town to collect. That's how come I ended walking down York Street that afternoon when I heard someone rap on the window of the Copper Kettle Coffee House. I turned and damn me if it wasn't my girl from the pool, smiling and waving. I smiled too and went inside. She met me at the door and gave me a big hug. She blushed a little too, and said sorry for running out on me like she did that time. She told her name too...Maria. Man, it was nice to be up against that damn fine big body of hers. I could feel those huge tits of hers shift under her shirt as she squeezed against me, and I got a real buzz when she pushed her crotch up against my thigh. I guess she hadn't forgotten me! Maria and me talked for nearly an hour. She said how she was sorry about last time, but she was having man trouble, and was a little confused. It turns out she was working at the Oceanographic for a few weeks and we'd met on her last day. Now she was back for a week. "I thought about getting in touch, but I figured maybe you didn't want any more of me." I shook my head. "Are you kidding? I must have sweated off thirty pounds hanging around that sauna." She laughed, and somehow I knew right then I'd be calling Lachlan and telling him his parts wouldn't be in 'til the morning. About an hour or so later, me and Maria were sitting up in a motel room off the 102 with a big bag of corn chips and a bottle of very fine Bourbon. I was parked out on the lot downstairs, but it had been raining right heavy and we were wet through. I was in my pants and t-shirt, Maria was wearing a Leafs t-shirt and a skirt. We were kissing and messing about, already halfway down the bottle, when Maria skipped off the bed and went over to the window. "Wanna see your old friend?" she asked. I nodded with a smile on my face. I watched as Maria hitched up her skirt. She gathered the fabric around her waist with one hand, then used the other to tug her panties off. She turned her back to me, gave her huge ass a wobble, then bent forward. Maria took her cheeks in her hands and pulled them apart to display her anus. "Say hello. Isn't she pretty?" "She's as pretty as the day I met her." Maria looked at me over her shoulder as she sucked a finger into her mouth, then reached around behind herself. "She's missed you so much. Did you miss her?" I sat on the edge of the bed, hauling my semi-hard cock out of my shorts. "Like you wouldn't believe." Maria poked her wet finger at her crinkly hole, wiggling it around a little until it found its way inside, and she pushed it up to the second knuckle. She then tried to squirm a second finger in to join it, but she was having a problem. I'm a gentleman, so naturally I helped her out. I dropped off the bed and shuffled up behind her, taking hold of her cheeks and spreading them as far as I could manage. Maria took her fingers out and reached forward to grab hold of the window frame. That was my cue to get busy, and I didn't wait. I ducked my head down and started to lap at her crinkly anus like a kid with a popsicle, using big broad licks to get her all wet and slippery, then curling my tongue to tease her opening. She gasped, and her big body shook. I let go of one cheek and reached forward under her t-shirt to pinch her huge left nipple, giving it a hard twist for good measure. I knew she liked it like that and she let out a happy moan. I was getting really hard by this time, my thick dick straining at my shorts and a damp patch forming where my precum leaked. I took my hand from Maria's tortured tit and yanked my shorts all the way off, freeing my cock. It sprang up, angry and ready to get to work. I had worked the tip of my tongue into Maria's asshole by this time, and I was licking around her rim, taking advantage of the slight opening to taste her goods. I had the back of her t-shirt bunched up in my hands as I pulled my face up her crack. I swear I could hear her fingers rustling in her bush as she slowly, gently stroked herself. I straightened up, my dick like an iron bar by this time. I shuffled forwards until the head was parked between the glistening ass cheeks of my big lover, but I stopped myself from forcing it in, concerned that I might need a bit of lube. I looked around the room, but there wasn't anything there except a jar of sour cream dip left over from the chips. I figured that would do the trick just fine. I popped the lid and scooped out a dollop of it. I felt it smooth between my fingers and thumb, just room temperature too. Perfect. I slapped it onto my dick, smoothed it over my length. "You don't have a problem with dairy products do you?" I asked Maria. She just laughed as she slipped her t-shirt off. With my cock smeared in sour cream, I pointed myself at her dark little hole and used one hand to grab hold of her bare shoulder. Holding myself steady with the other, I watched my head slip inside her butt, leaving a ring of cream around her straining anus. Maria moaned, low and soft as I slowly moved up into her gut. It had been a long time since I'd been inside her, but I felt right at home. Her body squeezed my length as I pushed in, and I felt her next shit bump against the head of my cock. I forced it back up until I came to rest, my stomach flat against her huge butt cheeks. I just stayed there for a second, in heaven. I rested both hands on her shoulders, gripping hold of her. "Man oh man, it's right nice to be back. I've missed you." I told her. "Missed my ass you mean." she said, forcing out the words a little. 'Missed all of you." I shuffled on my knees until there was no gap at all between us, my length clamped tight by Maria's asshole. "You still like me in there?" She nodded, her head hanging down, long brown hair reaching down to the carpet. "I love it. I love having your thick fucking cock in my ass, stretching me. It hurts so good. My body wants to shit you out, but you're not going to let that happen are you?" I shook my head, and leant right over until I was just about whispering in her ear. "No. I'm not leaving your asshole until I've fucked it good and proper. I'm going to fuck your ass until I've pumped you full of cum, then I'm going to pull my filthy cock out of your asshole and you're going to eat it." I was taking a bit of a gamble here, because despite what you might read in those dirty magazines, there aren't many girls out there who like to taste their own ass-juices. I might have known Maria would be one of them. She looked at me over her shoulder and smiled. "Yes I am. I'm going to take your dirty, shitty prick into my filthy mouth and suck it clean. I can't wait." What else could I do? Maria gave her ass a little wiggle to get me going, and I went for it, slowly at first. I poured on another dollop of the sour cream as I drew myself out, then slid my slippery dick up her red-raw asshole again, starting my thrusts. I wiped my hands clean on the carpet, then reached under Maria to grab a handful of her fat tits. I felt her long rubbery nipple in my palm as I gripped her udder. "Harder." I wasn't sure if she meant my grip or my fucking, so I went harder at both, digging my fingertips into her breast and slapping my groin against her rippling butt at the same time. I didn't stand a chance, and a few seconds later, when I came, I fell forwards across her back and wrapped my arms around her huge swinging tits, squashing them up against her body as I stifled a yell by pressing my mouth into the back of her neck. After a moment I remembered the second part of the deal, and I pushed myself up from Maria's back and drew my deflated cock out of her punished anus. It left her with a noise like a kiss, leaving her hole wide open. As I got up on my knees I got hold of Maria by the hip and rolled her over onto her back. Her flesh followed a moment later, her huge tits flopping across her chest as she lay there. I moved up alongside her until my cock was level with her beautiful mouth. I held it there, right under her nose. "You ready?" She nodded for a second then lurched forward and swallowed me whole. I felt her tongue swish around my prick as she tasted my cum and her ass-juices mixed together. She moaned with pleasure as she swilled me about, my filthy dick bulging against her cheek. She used her tongue to clean every last drop off my cock, then drew her teeth down its length as I pulled out of her. I rolled back onto the carpet next to her and we kissed and cuddled for a while, then we just lay there together. I looked over at her. "Maria, I've got a terrible confession to make." She just looked at me. "After last time, I don't know, I was right confused, unhappy." "Go on." she said. "I know it wasn't too respectful of me, and I didn't use your name, partly because I didn't know it, but I wrote it all down, all we did." She sat up. "You did?" "That's not the worst part. The fact is, I sent in to a website, just to see what would happen I guess." I couldn't tell what she was thinking. "They put it on there, and a lot of folks have written in to tell me how much they liked it." "So you're a writer now?" I smiled. "I wouldn't say that entirely." She thought for a moment, then reached over and ran her hand down my chest, until she got down to my prick. She scooped up my balls in her hand and gave them a little squeeze. "I guess I should be mad at you." "I wouldn't blame you if you were." She nodded. "And I promise you, first thing I do when I get back is I'm going to take it off, and I'll never do anything like that again." I told her. She leaned over to me and kissed me square on the mouth. "You leave it where it is. And you'd better make sure you get my name right when you tell them about this time." I smiled, relieved and we kissed some more. Maria pushed me back on the floor and rolled me over on to my front, squashing my hardening dick against the carpet. She kneeled behind me, between my legs and ran her hands up to my ass cheeks. She forced them apart and I felt her breath on my asshole. A moment later she was forcing the tip of her tongue up into my guts, just like old times. Again, she squirmed it around inside me, making me gasp and twist around. I was in heaven. Maria drew her tongue out of my asshole and I felt the cool breeze. "Get up on your knees." she told me. And I did. She shuffled over to the bed and reached into her purse, taking out a red rubber dildo, short and fat. She sucked it into her mouth, coating it in her spit, then spread my butt cheeks apart again. She lined the fat head of her toy up with my asshole, then shoved it up my butt in one slow move until I felt her fingers against my ass cheeks. I closed my eyes, and didn't even breath until she stopped pushing. I know there are guys out there who don't like taking anything up the butt, reckon it's not right, but I guess you can tell I'm not one of them. When it's a hot BBW like Maria, well, she can do whatever the hell she likes. She left the thing in my gut for a second while she shuffled around to kneel next to me. She took hold of my big balls and began to gently massage them, and at the same time twist the dildo around in my ass. I felt the ridges of it move as she turned it around, then slowly started to fuck it in and out of me. I can't describe how good it felt to have this fat shaft drilling into me. I dug my fingernails into the carpet as Maria took hold of my dick and started to jerk me in time with the dildo thrusting in and out of my butt. I was going crazy with the feeling, and I really wanted back inside my girl. Reaching back, I took Maria's hand from the dildo up my ass. "Lay down for me girl." She swung around and leant back onto the carpet. I watched her big body move with her as she lay back and spread her legs for me. Her pussy glistened as I shuffled myself up to her and tucked my bright red prick head into her fur. The journey inside her puss was much easier than her anus, I guess because she was so damned wet. She rocked from side to side as I slid myself up to the hilt in her, knowing I wasn't going to last too long. She pinched her own nipples hard as I bottomed out in her, then let her jugs flop down by her sides as I started to thrust into her. Maria's eyes closed as I began to fuck her, watching how her big belly moved with my pushing, her tits bouncing back against it and rolling up under her chin with every stroke. I took her big thighs in my arms and hauled myself a little deeper inside, grabbing a pile of clothing and tucking it under the small of her back to line her up a bit better. My knees grazed the cheap carpet as I fucked her, harder and faster, feeling my balls start to twitch and my anus gripping the big red dildo up my ass. "Fuck, I'm going to cum." I told her. Faster, and faster, deeper and deeper I went at her, turned on by the way her big body responded to my shoving until I could take no more. At the last possible second, I went to pull out of her, hoping to shoot across her belly and tits, but she had other plans. I felt her legs cross behind my back, holding me in place. She looked deep in my eyes as she bit her lip, feeling my cum splash into her, and she smiled. ---- That was three months back, and it's been a busy time. Maria's expecting, and she's moving all the way out here in a few weeks. Maybe we'll get married too, who knows? One thing's for sure, whatever happens between us, it'll be right here for all of you to read and enjoy. Me and Maria, we wouldn't have it any other way. Back for More *Author's Note: This is the second part of "Blowing Joe" but can be read as a stand-alone story. I'm quite certain a discerning reader can fill in any holes that need filling... * Jason would be at class between three and six, and I knew this. And his younger brother Joe, my future conquest, would be home alone, and I knew this, too -- if for no other reason than that I had promised to come back today to relieve him of his virginity after giving him his first blow job last night. I could picture him, all jumpy nervousness, those big chocolate eyes and warm olive skin, those full lips, his cock hard all day in anticipation. Or maybe not. He was a chronic masturbator, not that it mattered, because I'd already learned he had no trouble rising to the occasion time and time again. So yes, safe to say his cock was likely hard, and he was certainly nervous. I dressed with care. I wanted it to be as much fun for me as it was for him, and I was nervous as well -- just a tad, as every girl is when she gives herself to someone for the first time, particularly if she's set a precedent of amazing oral skills. I had to feel hot and know that I was showing him a good time, even a fantasy, without being too cheesy about it. I started by slipping into a lacy thong, hot pink, which was a great complement to my skin, and a matching lace pushup bra which was uncomfortable for daily wear but just what this particular occasion called for. Over the lace I donned a black tank top, a tight black sweater, ass-hugging jeans, and knee-high, black leather high-heeled boots. The boots were my favorite part of the outfit and I hoped that with some imagination Joe might just be convinced to allow me to keep the boots on. That thought made me smile as I looked myself over, fluffed my hair, donned a scarf and jacket, and headed to my car. On the way out to my car, our elderly neighbor, Mrs. Dempsey, who was not used to seeing me dress in anything other than fashionable but modest casual wear, frowned a bit from her front yard, which told me I was right on target. She probably thought I'd turned into a wanton whore in college, which was far from the truth. I was the girl in my dorm with the reputation for being a fun friend but not much of a partier, and that's just how I wanted things. I didn't want to be thought of as a slut just because I enjoyed sex, and I didn't think my private business was anyone else's. So I headed to Joe and Jason's. Joe answered on the third knock, his eyes wide, looking very boyish despite his nineteen years and 6' muscular frame. He looked me over and his face was as easy to read. Oh, I loved the innocent ones...so easy to please... "Hey!" I said cheerfully. "I wasn't sure if you'd be home, but I figured Jason might." "Um..." He looked confused. "No, Jason's in class." You could see the wheels turning: Did she forget? Was she kidding? Did she not say she was coming over here to fuck me today? Is this not going to happen? "I see..." I said suggestively, looking around the living room. "So, all alone, huh?" "Yep." I forgot that conversation was not going to work with this one. He was not a talker. It would be a wasted, painful exercise for both of us. "Got any more of that beer?" I asked, looking over at the bottle on the end table next to where he'd been sitting -- playing video games, from the looks of it. He nodded, visibly relieved to have a task, and went off to the kitchen as I shrugged out of my jacket, unwound my scarf, and draped both on the back of the couch. I unzipped my boots so I could take them off. He heard the zip and paused in the kitchen, just for a fraction of a second. This was going to be fun. I pulled of my sweater and tossed it toward the kitchen doorway and heard him pause again after it dropped on the floor. And then he was out with the beer in his hand, the most imperceptible trembling that would have given him away even if his face hadn't. But that face was an open book. An open book that said, I am going to see this woman naked. And possibly have sex with her. This is really happening. "Thanks for the beer," I said, as he walked toward me still somewhat uncertainly. "Sure." He walked up to me, two bottles in his hand, got close enough to hand me one of them, and then came just a step closer. And I closed my hand over his, pulled him to me, and whispered, "Let's take these beers to your room." He nodded and I followed him to his bedroom, which was sparsely decorated and neat as a pin. Freshly vacuumed. He'd burned a scented candle in there recently but blown it out as to not appear presumptuous. Very good. He'd made an effort. Once in the bedroom, he closed the door behind me and I got a better look at the room. And then at him, standing expectantly in the doorway, that face of his never settling on an emotion but rather flashing through them all -- fear, lust, hope, excitement -- cracking his knuckles awkwardly, unable to even begin. I turned to him slowly and pulled him to me by the waistband of his jeans, grazing my fingertips across his firm stomach just a touch as I did. And then I kissed him. Just a soft kiss, a beginning kiss, but I quickly remembered why I'd had such a good time the night before. Joe took that kiss and ran with it. He pulled me in tighter, one hand in my hair, one cupping my ass, and just went for it. I was breathless when he left my mouth and started kissing down my neck. He kissed my neck, my collarbone, and down into my cleavage, burying his face there. "Mmm, I love these big tits," he moaned between my breasts, licking into the crevice and peeling my straps down at the same time, shoving the lace cups aside with his fingers and springing my ample globes free so he could pinch and suck my nipples. So much for lingerie, I thought, but it wasn't a complaint. He was clearly enjoying himself and so was I. Though not particularly skillful, he was the perfect balance between gentle and a bit rough, and he certainly made up for in enthusiasm what he lacked in experience. Somehow this shy virgin had fumbled with the clasp of my bra successfully enough to remove it -- and my tank top -- by pulling both in a jumble over my head, leaving me in only jeans, my hair tumbling around his face while he continued to lick and suck and pinch and nip my sensitive breasts. It felt amazing, and my knees grew a little weak as he continued worshiping my bare tits. "Joe," I gasped. We were still standing up against the door, and I wasn't so sure how long I could remain on my feet. "Let's go to your bed." He half-dragged me to the bed, then peeled my jeans from me and hastily shed his own clothes. Within mere seconds he was completely naked in front of me, his beautiful cock standing at attention, while I lay on the bed in just my thong. He crawled onto the bed and kissed me again, climbing on top of me so that he was resting between my thighs, pulling my hips to him and hooking one arm under my bent leg to gain better access. I could feel his hard cock pressed against the thin fabric, rubbing against my swollen clit, making me moan. He had to feel how incredibly soaked I was, slick with the psychological excitement of playing this whole thing out as well as the purely sexual arousal of his strong, hard body and thick virgin cock. My moans spurred him on. He tugged the thong to the side, slid his fingers into me, gasping as he met with the liquid fire of my need for him. Just a bit too rough, too urgent, though, and I put my hand over his and whispered, as I moved his fingers where I wanted them, "Rub my clit. Gentle." And after he settled into a nice rhythm I wrapped my hand around his swollen shaft and stroked him firmly, no teasing, just jacking him like I meant business, closing my fingers over the head of his cock now and then to lubricate my hand with his pre-cum. "Oh, fuck," he whispered in my ear as I worked him, "Oh, fuck, that feels so good." I watched him as we touched each other. His eyes were closed, and his face was still beautifully flushed through the olive skin. He was enjoying himself and still remembering about me, his strong fingers strumming my sensitive nub and bringing me to the edge of orgasm. I was so close but didn't want to cum yet, so I covered his fingers with my own and slid them deep inside my pussy, bringing him to a slower rhythm, his two thick fingers into my core, until he groaned, "I want to fuck you. I want my cock inside you now," and with far greater ease than I would've expected of him, guided his beautiful cock to the opening of my cunt, nudging at me with just the tip for a few seconds, before he penetrated me fully, filling me with his girth. I was losing my mind with sexual bliss, his perfect cock inside me, his incredible body over me, those full lips on my own. He was fucking me slowly, just how I liked, taking his time with each stroke, like a perfectionist, each one just the same as the one before. And he was watching my face as I writhed on his bed, panting, tossing my head back and forth, gasping, "Oh, Joe...Joe...oh, fuck...right there, just like that, don't stop." My orgasm was surging and he picked up speed, pounding into me now, nice and deep, whispering my name in my ear, fucking me faster, urging me to cum, the only thing outside of my body that I was aware of anymore. And I broke first, little cries in my throat, "Joe...God...oh, God...I'm cumming...I'm..." and then a string of incoherent sounds and whimpers as it washed over me. His own orgasm was right behind mine, and he choked back my name as he exploded inside me and collapsed on top of me, his face buried in the crook of my neck, breathing heavily. My pussy still spasmed weakly against his semi-erect cock, which had slipped out but was still pressed against me. I tried to catch my breath and shuddered. "Holy shit," I murmured. "God damn, Joe." He licked my neck and wrapped his hand around my breast in response. "You're a natural," I gasped as he moved down my neck to suckle my nipple. He said nothing, just continued to suck and gently nibble my nipples, which by this point were sensitive almost to the point of mild pain. I was conscious of the fact that he was still semi-erect. I was also incredibly thirsty, so I asked him to hand me my beer. He smiled and reached for it (oh, his arm and the stretch of his side...watching men reach for things had always turned me on), then teasingly ran the frigid bottle over my nipple, the cold condensation sliding onto my puckered peak. I squealed and tried to wriggle away, but he had me firm in his grasp. He tipped the bottle to my lips so I could take a few swallows and then took a couple quick swigs himself, then set the bottle back and began kissing me again, that perfect tentativeness building back up to utter confidence as he did. His cock was thickening against me and the taste of the beer in his mouth combined with of his clean male scent drove me wild. I was wet again, or still wet, who knows. But I yanked down the soaked thong, not wanting any hindrances, and pushed him on his back, the lacy pink scrap still hanging from one ankle but no longer inhibiting my movement or his cock's access to my glistening cunt. He grinned and cupped my ass as I straddled him, his cock nice and hard again and filling me nicely as I slid down onto his eager shaft, gloving him in my tight clutch. For all that I loved conversation, there were times when it was no longer necessary. And this was one of those times. I didn't need him to talk to me, or love me, or even like me -- although I knew he did like me. I just needed him to fuck me, and not for the first time, I wondered who was doing the favor for whom. And I was grateful we could just be bodies to each other for this moment. And when I said he was a natural, I meant it...after just a few moments of me on top, he deftly rolled me over so he was crouched over top of me, positioned between my legs, his hands pinning my wrists to the bed. He kissed me hungrily, pressing himself against me, grinding himself into me, and then he flipped me onto my stomach and started kissing down my back, making me arch with pleasure, his mouth sliding over all my most sensitive spots. I was a puddle beneath him, my entire body melting as he nibbled and licked from my shoulders to the flare of my hips to the underswell of my butt cheeks. And then back up, and he was sliding along the length of me, his cock pressing against my legs, until it was lodged between my barely parted thighs. I couldn't wait to have him inside me again, so I pressed back against him and he took the hint, lifting my hips so I could get on my hands and knees. Within seconds he was inside me again, taking tentative strokes, trying to find a rhythm with me, and then getting more comfortable and setting the rhythm, holding my hips tightly against him. I moaned and stretched my arms up on the bed, grabbing fistfuls of his comforter as he moved inside me. "Joe, Joe, oh my God, that's it..." I gasped into the bedspread. I felt the warmth spread through me, that familiar tingling. Rushing again toward another orgasm, I whimpered and groaned and shuddered and he just kept right on fucking me into oblivion. I was barely aware through the haze of my climax that he was getting close as well, his breathing ragged and his grip on my hips painfully tight. And then he ground into me with a strangled cry and I felt his cum shoot inside me, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself. I was ready to collapse, but he held me steady until he was spent, and then he drew me down gently, kissing me softly. "That was really awesome," he whispered. "Thank you." "Hmm..." I began, "Maybe I should thank you." He laughed, spooning me from behind, wrapping the comforter around us, and tucking me close. "Why?" "Why? Really?" He laughed again and said, "I guess I know why." "You guess you know..." I nipped at his forearm. "Seriously. That was amazing." We basked for a few minutes in post-coital bliss and then, inevitably, dozed off. We woke to the bedroom door being opened and my clothing and boots flying in. Jason's voice came through the door. "Seriously, dude, I'm glad you've got a girl in there and all, 'cause it's about time" he called, "but don't let your skanks leave their shit all over the house, ok?" We looked at each other and burst into muffled giggles. Jason clearly had no idea who was in the bedroom with Joe. It was going to be interesting when he figured it out. I nestled in closer to Joe's warm body and just then he murmured, "Hey Kara, did I see some leather boots come flying in here?" My heart leapt. "You did." "I think I might want to see you in those in a little bit." As I said...a natural. Back For More Willard Strong looked out through the peephole of his apartment, chuckling to himself when he saw who had knocked on the door, and while he wasn't really surprised to see the young man out there he was a bit shocked to see how little time Bobby McDonald wasted before coming back for more. Less than 24 hours earlier the lad had emerged from the old man's apartment quite different that he had been when he entered the modest dwelling an hour before. The kid had come in there thinking he was doing the old guy a favor by running an errand to the store for him, but what he got in return as appreciation was something young Bobby not only hadn't expected but had never experienced before by anyone male or female, young or old. "Wait for it," Willard said to himself as he watched Bobby fidgeting on the other side of the door, trying to decide whether or not to knock again while Willard - well over three times the age of his eighteen year old neighbor but almost as anxious - waited as long as he dared before answering the knock. "Oh - Bobby!" Willard Strong said after he opened the door, acting like he was surprised to see the lad, and when Bobby saw that he must have woken up this neighbor because he was glad only in a t-shirt and boxer shorts he got even more flustered. "Uh - sorry Mr. Strong," Bobby mumbled, his occasional stuttering problem becoming more apparent as he tried to both apologize and explain why he was there. "Didn't mean to - uh - wake you up." "Oh I was up already," Willard replied, and after a pause added, "Nice to see you again Bobby. What brings you here on the beautiful morning? Did you forget something yesterday?" "Uh no," Bobby said as he shuffled his feet while looking around to make sure nobody was watching him. "I was just wondering if you - you know - needed anything? Stuff at the store or anything?" "I don't think so," Willard said as he pretended to think about the question while looking at the cartoon character on the lad's t-shirt and trying to figure out who the hell these Super Mario Brothers were. "Nice of you to stop by to check on me though." "Oh," Bobby said as his foot pawed at the door mat in front of the old man's door, and after Willard felt the lad had suffered enough, continued. "Would you like to come in?" Willard asked, and the boy's Adam's apple bounced wildly before he nodded and stepped in quickly like Willard was going to change his mind if he delayed. "It's such a nice day and I'm sure you and your friends have a lot of stuff planned now that summer vacation has started." "No," Bobby said as he entered the apartment. "I had fun with you yesterday, talking and stuff." "I sensed that," Willard said, although he knew damn well that it wasn't the talking that brought Bobby back, it was the other "stuff". Strange that the lad had managed to go 18 years without having his cock sucked, Willard had thought, because although the skinny and awkward kid was very awkward socially and had a bit of a speech impediment, he wasn't all that bad looking. Bobby was rather intelligent as well, although his nervousness made that fact difficult to detect at first. What Bobby was most of all was naive, but he had learned a little the day before and now that he had returned to Willard's lair, the retired widower wanted to expand the soon-to-be college freshman's education. As the two went into the kitchen Willard wondered whether he had ever been as naive and confused as Bobby was. Willard had been 18 back in 1940, 49 years ago, and that world was much different than the world of 1988, but Willard admitted that he was pretty lost back then himself until and alder man took him under his wing. Just paying it forward, Willard thought while justifying what he had done yesterday to Bobby as well as what he wanted to do now and in the future. That was what Bobby wanted as well, even if the lad didn't know it yet, and after he poured his company a glass of orange juice Willard decided to put Bobby even more on the defensive. "I'm just curious," Willard mused aloud as they sat at the kitchen table. "After you left here yesterday, did you run and tell your friends all about what happened?" "Me?" Bobby asked, and as he shook his head so hard it must have hurt he mumbled, "No sir. I would never do anything like that. Besides, I don't have many friends anyway." Willard had sensed that after watching the young man come and go, with most of the other kids that got off the bus with him in front of the apartment complex grouping off without Bobby, and it was probably that loneliness that made him so eager for a friend. "I assume that you didn't say anything to your mother either," Willard asked, even though he knew the answer before he asked the question. Bobby lived with his mother in this run-down apartment complex, and apparently his old man divorced his mother which explained why Bobby was kind of a Momma's boy although the lad had bristled the day before when Willard had suggested that he should ask his mother if it was okay to run errands for a stranger. "I'm a man and can do what I want," Bobby had announced, thrusting out his chest and announcing that his mother couldn't tell him what to do anymore, of course that was when that chest was covered by a shirt and his shorts weren't in a bunch on Willard's floor. "So exactly what is it that brings you back here?" Willard finally asked as Bobby sipped his juice and stared at the floor space between them. "Nothing to do," Bobby said, and offered to leave if he was being a pain. "No, you're fine. I like the company," Willard said, and it was amusing that he had remained fully dressed all yesterday afternoon, unlike how he was there in the kitchen. "Would you feel more comfortable if I got some clothes on? You caught me a little by surprise here this morning." "No," Bobby said and then shrugged his shoulders while nodding down. "I was just staring at your legs." "Not what they used to be I'm afraid," Willard said with a twinge of regret about his spindly limbs. "No, they're neat," Bobby said. "Really hairy." "That so?" Willard replied as he reached down and ran his hand over the sliver and black fur on his calves. "Back when I was young they were a lot hairier. Guess when I got old a lot of his fell off, like on my head." "My Dad had hairy legs too," Bobby said in a sad voice. "Always hoped mine would get like that too." "Give it time," Willard responded as he looked at the light down at the inside of Bobby's legs, which were even skinnier than his own, and he was tempted to tell Bobby that he liked him just the way it was but held his tongue. "So Bobby, are you going to tell me why you're here? Why you really came back?" "Um..." Bobby offered, and following a few awkward attempts at a coherent sentence before Willard told him to relax and that he was his friend, the lad said. "The stuff we did yesterday. You know yesterday?" "Yes, I remember yesterday quite well, although as I recall the stuff that you said we did was actually stuff I only did to you," Willard said, and while the old man didn't mind pretty much sucking on the lad's cock for almost an hour non-stop and swallowing all three orgasms from the lad he wanted to make Bobby feel guilty. "All that time I pleasured you - and by the way you seemed to enjoy it so much - but you never once offered to reciprocate in any way," William said as he tried to make his voice sound sad. "That made me feel that you didn't really like me." "I like you Mr. Strong," Bobby insisted. "It's just that I never ever did anything like that stuff before and I was scared." "I understand, but you never even touched me," Willard sighed. "Not so much once." Willard watched Bobby set down his juice glass and reached over to where Willard was cradling his coffee cup in his weathered hands, and as Bobby's trembling fingers touched the back of his weathered hand the old man whispered, "That's a start, Bobby. Not so bad is it?" "No," Bobby said as he stroked the long wrinkled fingers, digits that had managed to get Bobby's timid penis erect yesterday after a lot of patient handling, and once he got hard he pretty much stayed stiff the rest of the time. "Here then," Willard replied before leaning back a little in his chair so he was away from the table, and after lining up across from Bobby the old man lifted his leg up and put his barefoot right on Bobby's upper thigh. "You can rub my legs a little if you like, since you seem to like them for some reason." Bobby looked at the foot which had landed just to the side of his crotch, and after swallowing hard put his hands on Willard's foot and ran them up his ankle and calf. "Like this?" Bobby asked as he fingers ran up against the hairs before letting his hands slid back down from where they came. "Exactly like that." Willard sighed, the feel of the boy's soft hands against the wiry hair on his legs sending shivers down his spine, and after a few more trips of Bobby's hands up and down his calves the old man slid the ball of his foot over a bit. Bobby gasped when he felt the heel of the old man's foot land on his cock, and Willard smiled at both Bobby's response and at finding that the lad's dick was stiff. After wiggling his foot a little more the senior citizen made another suggestion. "Why don't you take of your shorts and underwear?" "Here?" Bobby said, and after the old man nodded and moved his leg away for a moment, Bobby jumped to his feet and yanked them down and off, causing his erection to bounce around crazily before he sat back down. "Now where were we?" Willard mused aloud as he lifted his legs up again and carefully placed his foot on Bobby's lap, placing the hell right in the space between the top of his wrinkled pouch and the back of the lad's arching erection. Arching was a good word for Bobby's organ, which had a distinct upward curve when it got fully erect, and although Willard had expressed a bit of dismay when he had first gotten Bobby's underwear off the day before and saw his very modest limp penis, the lad had proven to be quite a grower. "Look at you!" Willard had exclaimed when after an extended period and pulling and sucking Bobby had started to relax and his organ blossomed, and that had made the young man lose his self-consciousness. "Look how big you are!" Indeed, and although the lad's cock was slender the length of it was quite impressive, easily 7" or maybe more and it looked even longer attached to Bobby's scrawny frame. Adding to that attraction was the fact that Bobby's cock was beautifully shaped and the pale skin was as smooth and pure as the young man who owned it, with the gumdrop glans of the cut organ just a little pinker in hue than the rest. "This feels wonderful," Willard exclaimed as Bobby's rubbing of his calf resumed, and when the old man ground his foot a little bit into the back of Bobby's arching manhood he made the young man groan. "Isn't this fun?" Bobby nodded as his eyes blinked furiously as the sweat poured down from the strawberry blonde roots of his scalp, and when Willard tilted his foot he could see most of the undercarriage of Bobby's cock as the skin stretched and strained as he got more and more excited. When the tiny dot of pre-cum swelled until the big white ball of cum covered the entire tip of the conical cock-head, Willard eased up with the foot message he was giving Bobby and asked his young neighbor whether he would like to go back to the bedroom where they had been yesterday. "Yes sir," Bobby said, and after Willard moved his leg back onto the floor the old man rose and offered his hand to his naive neighbor. "Let's go," Willard replied, and after Bobby got up he wrapped his arm around his shoulder and herded him into his lair, mentioning that he hadn't made his bed yet. "Let's get this soggy shirt of you," Willard proposed, and after Bobby lifted off the t-shirt which wasn't drenched with sweat a little while ago, his weathered fingers tweaked the tiny buds on the lad's smooth chest before he sat on the edge of the bed. The old man was staring at the rope of pre-cum which was now hanging loosely from the tip of Bobby's dick as he stood there naked, and while Bobby wasn't overflowing with confidence he was also a far cry from the frightened creature who had been shaking like a leaf the day before. "I can see how very excited you are Bobby," Willard remarked at he watched the rope of pre-cum drop onto the carpet, only to see another one begin to form. "How many times did you have orgasms in my mouth yesterday? Three times?" "Yes Mr. Strong," Bobby gasped at the old man's hand reached out, and after his fingernails raked through the tiny tuft of golden hairs above his arching plum, Willard reached down and cupped the lad's dangling scrotum and gentle squeezed the nuts as they rolled in his hairless wrinkled sac. "Ohhh!" "And when you got home yesterday, I bet you got yourself off again too," Willard suggested. "Yes sir. Twice and then once in the shower before I came over this morning," Bobby admitted as he squirmed in place. "And something tells me you want to cum again right now," Willard opined as he leaned forward and gathered up the string of seed without touching the dick. "But if I let you cum again, are you going to leave?" the old man asked, and after Bobby assured him he wanted to stay Willard asked, "Does that mean we're going to play all afternoon? With each other this time I mean?" "Yes sir," Bobby said, he voice pleading for release, and after hearing that the wrinkled hand that had been busy kneading Bobby's nut sack let go and with one finger on top of the pulsating member pressing down Willard opened his mouth and let his lips slide down the length of his dick. Willard's lips had barely reached the stump of the slender prong before he heard Bobby groan loud, and as the old man's fingers reached around and cupped his little ass cheeks to pull the lad close he felt the dick jerk in his mouth. The old man held onto the lad's ass tight as the cock erupted into his mouth and down his throat, and his lips didn't stop siphoning the dick until it had shriveled down to next to nothing. "There, that might take the edge off for you," Willard suggested as he savored the lad's sweet buttermilk-like semen while looking at the wrinkled little spout which now bore little resemblance to the long arching prong it had been a minute earlier. "Now why don't you help me get comfortable along with you?" With that Willard raised his arms and the young man took the hint, reaching down and lifting the old man's t-shirt up and over his head. Willard watched Bobby's eyes look at the mostly silver cloud of hair on his chest as the elder ran his hands through it to fluff it up a bit, and then he rose so that Bobby could finish undressing him. "You're doing fine," Willard assured his protege as he reached over and patted him on the shoulder, and although the old man was no more than a couple of inches taller than Bobby, Willard knew that the difference seemed much greater to the lad. I was once just like you, Willard tried to say with his eyes, and he suspected that forty or so years down the road Bobby would be breaking in a young man no older than he himself was now. The circle will not be unbroken, thought the elder as the reassuring hand on the shoulder exerted a little more pressure. "There's no snap," Willard explained after Bobby fumbled at the top of the briefs for a second. "Just ease them down. That's it." Willard watched with barely restrained enthusiasm as the shaking fingers grabbed the elastic and began to coax them down, reveling when he saw Bobby's eyes widen after exposing more and more of his cock, leaning back on his heels after finally getting the briefs down past the cock and balls. "Wasn't so bad was it?" Willard asked as he stepped out of the briefs, and while Bobby stared dumbfounded at what he had unwrapped the old man asked him what was wrong. "Nothing," Bobby mumbled, but a second later he continued. "Yours is so big. Way bigger than mine." "No it isn't son," Willard responded as he rubbed the lad's scalp affectionately and he was telling the truth. "Maybe a little bit, but you'll see that in the end there isn't much difference and furthermore it doesn't matter, I promise you. Yours is so much more attractive too." Bobby still seemed terrified, and the old man tried to get him to relax by getting him to touch what he seemed so intimidated by. "Go ahead. Touch it. Hold it and do what I did to you yesterday," Willard suggested, and after Bobby lifted the meaty organ and squeezed the rubbery hose Willard told him that felt nice. The elder didn't blame Bobby for being scared because unlike the delightfully shaped and flawless cock the lad had, his was downright ugly. Riddled with veins the dark beige organ hung there ominously and Willard suspected than his being uncut made it more intimidating. Bobby perhaps also thought that the six or so limp inches would increase in size like his own did when it got hard, but that wasn't going to happen. The faster Bobby got him hard, the quicker he would find that they weren't so different after all. "That's it," Willard sighed when Bobby started to gently pull on his aged weapon, and to the senior's delight his trusty tool began to respond to the young man's timid efforts. Bobby began to pull on Willard's rubbery hose with a little more enthusiasm, and after sheepishly looking up at his mentor a couple times the lad leaned forward and pressed his lips lightly to the organ. "That's my boy. Not too bad, is it?" "No sir," Bobby said before doing it again, and after Willard suggested he lick it, the boy did just that. "Here," Willard said as he reached down and retracted his foreskin, and after exposing the mushroom shaped glans the old man added, "How's this?" Bobby grinned at that and began to work the foreskin on his own, and when the young man ran his tongue over the tip Willard's knees got a little rubbery. "Go ahead," Willard said in his best grandfatherly tone while running his hand through Bobby's hair, and after a couple of false start the lad's mouth opened. Willard winced as Bobby's teeth left an impression on the tender glans but the discomfort wasn't enough to hamper his growing erection, and after a minute or so of the lad's lips going up and down the head Bobby's fist was holding a throbbing erection. "Oh man!" Bobby mumbled after leaning back and looking at what he was sucking on, but Willard just smiled as he eased his protege's face back onto his cock and then put his own hand over Bobby's to encourage him to jerk the shaft while he sucked the knob. Willard enjoyed what had to be the worst head anybody had ever given, although he recalled how bad he himself had been that day decades ago. What was enjoyable was seeing the wide-eyed look on the lad as he stained to get him lips down to where his fist was. "Don't forget these boys," Willard suggested as he lifted his cock to remind Bobby about his balls, and the young man obediently ducked under the upraised member and took the low-hanging sack in his palm. "Oh!" Willard groaned as he felt Billy take his left nut into his mouth, just like he himself had experienced the day before, and after sucking that one for a moment went to the other. "Am I doing it okay?" Bobby asked after William reached down and grabbed under his arms to lift the young man up to his feet. "You're doing great," Willard assured his protege, and while his intention was to get Bobby onto the bed, the young man was distracted when their bodies touched. "Oh my!" Willard exclaimed when he saw Bobby's erection poking him. "You're hard again - and so fast." "Kinda excited," Bobby said with a blush, and when the lad looked down and saw their cocks dueling down there he giggled. Back For More "Go ahead," Willard suggested as he put his hands on his hips and watched. "Rub them together." "Oh wow," Bobby exclaimed as he rubbed the head of his dick against the old man's member. "This feels great." "Yes it does, and I told you we weren't much different in size," Willard reminded the lad as he watched Bobby arrange their tools on top of each other. "See?" "Yeah," Bobby said as he strained in vain to make the tip of his prong reach the silver cloud of hair in front of him. "Ooh!" "Feels good, doesn't it?" Willard asked as the flesh rubbed together. "Rub the head of yours against mine - that's it - poke it into the end of the foreskin. Nice. I can feel your dick drooling." "Oh gee," Bobby said as his chest began heaving harder, and when Willard realized that Bobby was trying not to cum the old man reached down and squeezed their throbbing cocks together. "Let it happen," Willard said as he began moving his hips towards the young man. "Mr. Strong..." Bobby whined just before he shot his load all over the elder's pubic hair and cock, needing to reach out and brace himself on Willard as the force of his orgasm rocked him back on his heels. Willard kept their dicks in his fist until Bobby's arching member shriveled back to its far more modest shape, and after letting them go the old man climbed onto his back in the bed. "Quite a mess you made them Bobby," Willard said with a chuckle as he looked down at the semen which was draped over his groin like garland on a tree. "Sorry," Bobby said. "That's okay. You can clean it up for me if you want," Willard said, but after he saw Bobby reach for a tissue he suggested another way. "Not so bad, is it?" Willard asked after Bobby started licking the cum off of the old man's crotch. "I guess not," Bobby said as he lifted his mentor's cock and held it upright so he could lick the vein-riddled monolith. "How come you didn't cum? Don't you like the stuff we're doing?" "On the contrary. I'm loving it but you have to remember that I'm not 18," Willard said while reaching down and grabbing Bobby's limp dick, and as he stretched the flaccid tube he added, "I'm only going to be able to cum once so I need to conserve myself. You bored?" "Me? Heck no," Bobby said as he started running his fist up and down Willard's cock, giving it a couple of licks as if it was a Popsicle. "I like playing with your dick. It's a lot cooler than mine. Wish I wasn't circumcised." "Why don't you come around so that you're kneeling over my face while you suck my cock?" Willard suggested while getting his protege to carefully lifted his knee over Willard's face, tea-bagging him in the process, and in the process giving the old man a birds-eye view of Booby's private parts. The senior citizen gave a series of loving lick along the underside of Bobby's dangling nuts, running his tongue further and further back under he was swabbing the lad's perineum and enjoying the way Bobby's body was shivering non-stop. "Beautiful," Willard whispered as he let go of Bobby's balls so that he could spread the pert butt cheeks apart further, savoring the sight of the tiny puckered ring, as pink as the lad's penis and looking every bit as virginal. "Mr. Strong?" Bobby gasped as the senior citizen's tongue got more bold, and his always high-pitched voice got even more so. "That's my - you know?" "I know," Willard said as he took his tongue off the balloon knot for a second, and just before his tongue dipped in he asked, "It's your anus. Am I hurting you?" "No Mr. Strong, it's just that... yow!" Bobby yelped when he felt the tongue push inside of him, falling face first into the old man's crotch before propping himself back up on his hands. Willard began to get ravenous as he licked and sucked the tiny orifice, and the senior citizen was just as glad that what he was doing had distracted Bobby's oral attentions because his cock was throbbing as it was. "Oh!" Bobby sighed when Willard stopped rimming him, sounding very sad when the old man crawled out from beneath him, and as the lad's eyes followed over to the night table Willard asked him if he had liked that. "Yeah," Bobby replied, and after answering with the expected no when the old man asked Bobby if he ever had anything in his bottom before Willard smiled. "Then this will be a special day for you," Willard assured the young man whose eyes widened when he saw the purple dildo he removed from the night table, and after he lubricated the 5" device he wiggled it around and smiled. "Now get on your back for me and spread your legs wide." "What are you going to do with that thing?" Bobby asked as he slowly rolled over. "It looks like a dick." "That it does," Willard agreed as he knelt on the bed and slid a pillow under the small of Bobby's back. "Now lift your legs a bit by grabbing the backs of your thighs and just relax for me." "OMIGOD!" Bobby cried out when the old man slowly slid the slender silicone device into the lad's virgin anus, rotating the purple prong while working it into Bobby. "You're putting it in my bottom." "And you're liking it," Willard suggested, although the shock and initial discomfort made his holding the boy's scrotum out of the way unnecessary for the moment since the pouch had shriveled and tightened up. "It hurts a little," Bobby replied, although he had made no attempt to either avoid the penetration or ask the old man to stop. "But not much, and I bet that it's also starting to feel good too, isn't it?" Willard asked while chuckling at the expressions of the red-faced lad, and after he pulled the small probe out almost all the way before corkscrewing it all the way back in he added, "See? Doesn't it feel good?" Bobby didn't answer but the old man noticed that as the lad squirmed in the bedding his dick was coming back to life yet again as it grew while resting on the little nest of curls. "Yes. Bobby's liking this a lot," Willard cackled knowingly while sliding the greased silicone in faster, and while the lad was distracted he used his free hand to get the lube. "It's going to get even better soon." "Huh?" Bobby grunted when he saw what Willard was doing, and after the mentor left the device in his protege's rectum he attached the ring around the base of his generously lubricated manhood. "What..." "Just relax son," Willard said as he knee-walked up between Bobby's spread thighs, stroking his swollen member slowly while the realization of what was going to happen finally began to dawn on the naive teen. "Please," Bobby said, shuddering as the old man eased the toy out of his ass, and as he looked at the senior citizen's cock, more swollen than ever and now looking angry he almost sobbed as he insisted it wouldn't fit. "Nonsense," Willard scoffed as he rubbed the head of his cock on Bobby's balls. "You handled the toy with ease." "But your dick is way bigger than that thing," Bobby insisted but Willard was already pressing the tip of his tool into the somewhat relaxed puckered ring, and as he leaned forward he kept assuring the lad that he was going to like it a lot more than the toy. "Sssh!" Willard hissed after Bobby howled while the head of the old man's cock popped inside his orifice, and although the veins and muscles in the lad's neck and shoulders were bulging and a tear trickled down the side of Bobby's face, when Willard asked him if he wanted him to stop he shook his head no. "Good boy," Willard said as he let Bobby get used to his size before going in deeper. "You're a natural." Willard wasn't just saying that either, because when he began to move his hips, very gradually easing more of himself into the boy, Bobby glazed expression became more relaxed. "Is it all in?" Bobby asked. "Almost," Willard said after looking down and seeing that the lad had only about three inches in him, and as he reached down and grabbed Bobby's dick which had threatened to crawl up inside of him the old man added, "You're doing great." Willard kept patiently sliding half of himself in and out, and although he wanted to cum he kept himself in control, content with enjoying the sensation and the view while stretching the lad's limp tube. "I knew it," Willard said softly after a couple more minutes of steady stroking had not only worked more of his cock into Bobby's ass but was affecting the lad as well. "You like this, don't you Bobby?" "Yes," he grunted as his mentor stroked the evidence of his enjoyment, and as the old man's weathered fingers stroked Bobby's long slender prong with the same increasing intensity as his thrusting he added, "Think I'm gonna cum again." "Wait," Willard said as he eased up with his hand while thrusting his hips faster and harder. "Tell me you like it. Tell me you like my cock in your ass." "Like it," Bobby grunted as he clawed at the bedding, his fists clutching the sheets while trying not to cum. "Tell me," Willard insisted, his sweat flying all over Bobby as the bed rocked noisily. "I like your dick in my ass!" Booby cried out seconds before his dick erupted like a geyser, and although Willard had noticed that the lad didn't get as hard as he had been before that certainly didn't affect the quantity of semen as volley after volley splattered back onto the lad's stomach and chest. "Ahhhh!" Willard moaned as the sight of his protege's orgasm sent him over the edge, and while he had wanted to cum with the boy his own orgasm came soon after. "Ooh!" Bobby sighed as the warmth of the old man's seed filled his bowels, and he sighed again when Willard's cock slithered out of his soon there after. "Phew," Willard gasped as he removed the band from the base of his cock, and it was only then that his back reminded him that he was no spring chicken, but he knew it was well worth it as he fell over onto the bed beside Bobby. "Mr. Strong?" Bobby asked as he leaned over to face his mentor. "Can we do it again?" Willard started to laugh, and after he realized the lad was serious he told Bobby that while the spirit was more than willing the flesh was not up to it, at least not that day. "Can I do it to you?" Bobby asked, and while Willard was not used to being the receiver he wasn't a stranger to the role. "Maybe some other time," Willard said as he looked first at the drying semen that covered the lad's scrawny chest before his eyes went to the shriveled peanut that had already proved quite resilient. "I doubt very much you'll be able to coax any more out of that. What we can do is to take a shower - as soon as I can get enough energy." "Can we take one together?" Bobby said hopefully, and after Willard nodded he offered to help the old man get to the bathroom. "I'm not dead yet," Willard chuckled as he rolled out of the bed. The shower soothed the old man's aching body, and after Willard had lovingly cleaned Bobby's sore cavity he let Booby lather him up. "I could get used to this," Willard opined as he lifted his arms so the lad could soap up his bushy armpits, and after Bobby worked his way down Willard's body he cleaned his flaccid cock - a long time. "That's a dead dick - at least for today," Willard said reluctantly, and even after the shower was over and they dried each other off the young man seemed reluctant to give up as he dried his mentor's cock so much it seemed like he would wear out the towel. "Sorry," Bobby said after they finished and headed back to the bedroom. "It's just that I love your dick. It was so scary at first but now I love it." "I love it too son," Willard said as he stripped the sheets off the bed, and when he pulled out fresh sheets the old man was delighted when Bobby offered to make the bed. As the senior citizen watched the naked lad make the bed his eyes went to the reddened butt and wished he could go back in time, remembering when a sweet ass like that could keep him hard all day. "Excellent," Willard said as he plopped down on the bed. "I think I'm going to take a nap." "Do I have to go?" Bobby asked. "Of course not. Lay down if you want," Willard replied and Bobby eagerly hopped on the bed next to him, resting on his side and facing Willard while he reclined on his back. "Does this bother you?" Bobby asked after he had let his hand rake through the fluffy silver cloud on Willard's chest. "Not at all," Willard responded, and as he closed his eyes he felt Bobby cuddle up next to him still stroking his chest, sighing when he felt Bobby kissing his nipple. "Not at all." *** Thank you for reading.