5 comments/ 51972 views/ 30 favorites Alone and Lonely By: timmywells Being on your own all of a sudden at the tender age of 18 isn't easy, and Andy Sterling was even more ill-prepared than most for the life changing experience, both financially and emotionally. The slim paycheck he got from his job he had at the local supermarket made his choices limited, and without a car he was forced to find a place in a rather inexpensive apartment complex close to work. Andy could have continued to live at home, but the constant reminders from his folks about what they had caught him doing finally drove him out the door. After a month in the sparsely furnished apartment, Andy felt as lonely as he could be. He knew nobody in Albany, even though it was only 25 miles from his former house in Ravena, and since he was too young for bars his only entertainment was his computer. On a whim, Andy visited a dating site and signed up for a free trial membership. He scanned the various ads on the site, searching the gay section for a friendly face. Spotting a man that seemed like a nice guy, he sent him a short message. "Hi," the message read. "My name is Andy. I'm 18 and am new to the city. I really don't have any friends and you seem like a nice man. I've only been with a couple of guys so I'm not very experienced. If you would like to meet me, please respond." Andy went to work the next day as usual, and when he got home, he checked his e-mail like always. To his surprise, he saw that he got gotten a reply from his response to the ad. "Hello Andy," the man had written. "Thanks for responding to my ad. You seem rather young to be answering ads written by 55 year old men, but then again I did say in the ad that age wasn't important. You do realize that I am 55, right? I'm a state worker now, but used to be a jockey in my younger days. If you are still interested, here is my e-mail so you can contact me directly. Looking forward to hearing from you. Best to you. Vince." As soon as Andy finished reading the message, he copied down the e-mail address and hopped over to his Outlook Express and typed as fast as he could. "Hello Vince," Andy typed, his hands shaking so much that he was misspelling half the words, forcing himself to spell check before sending it out. "Yes, I did know that you were 55. I don't care about that. The man that I was with until recently was in his 50's too. I like older guys, because they seem nicer than guys my age. I like the picture in your ad. You look like Stanley Tucci. The actor. Do you know who he is? Can we meet? I am attaching a picture of me." The only picture Andy had was his yearbook picture from his senior year in high school last year, and although it made him look dorky it would have to do. Andy sent the e-mail and exhaled, wondering if Vince would give him a response. After going to take a leak, Andy glanced at his computer on the way to the kitchen and saw he had a incoming message. It was from Vince. "Hello Andy," Vince had written. "Thanks for the picture. You're a very handsome young man, and you look familiar for some reason. Anyway, now that we know each other a little bit, let me just tell you that I'm only about 5'4" and 130 pounds. My hair now has a touch of grey in it that you can't really see in that photo. Stanley Tucci I'm not, but he was wonderful in that film about Julia Child. I work 9 to 5, so if you would still like to meet me, give me a call tomorrow night around 6 and we can set something up. I've attached another picture that you might enjoy, and if you have something similar I would love you to send it to me. Best wishes, Vince." Andy clicked onto the attachment, and when the image appeared he felt as if he had gotten the wind knocked out of himself. He stared at the photo with his mouth open for the longest time, not believing what he was seeing. *** Ten minutes later, Andy was still staring at the photo, but his pants were down around his ankles and his dick was in his right hand, pulling on it and feeling it get hard again. In his left hand was a handkerchief that had a still-warm load of his cum in it, and as his cock began to come back to life, Andy's mind was all on the man in the photo. Andy had seen plenty of pictures of naked men before, but this was special. The man had sent it to him, and wanted to meet him. The image of the man was not lewd, but showed a man calmly standing naked in front of a couch. The man had a nice smile, but Andy's eyes were centered elsewhere. Vince's body was incredibly hairy, even more so than his Uncle Dan's was. The short and slim man's body was covered with hair from his neck to his ankles, and the hair was a rich shade of black. What Andy had been staring at when he came before though, was the penis that hung between Vince's legs. The long, bronze cock looked more like an elephant's trunk than a dick, and was even bigger than his Uncle Dan's. What was more amazing was that he wasn't even hard. Andy covered his dick with his handkerchief just before he came again, and after he was finished he went over to get his cell phone. He started to dial the phone number but chickened out just before he got to the last number. Besides, Andy recalled, Vince said not to call him until tomorrow night, so Andy went back to his computer and sent the man a message. "Hello Vince. This is Andy. I got your picture. I don't have any pictures like that to give you. Sorry. I am almost 6' tall and about 200 lbs. - I am a little chubby and am trying to lose weight. You should know that I'm not built anything like you, if you know what I mean. My dick is kinda small. I will call you tomorrow at 6 like you said to if you still want me to. Andy." The answer came back within the hour, and it was quick and to the point, reading simply, "Andy, I don't much care about things like that. You sound wonderful to me. Please call. Vince" ... Andy raced home after work and being too nervous to eat anything, went in to take a shower, preparing himself as if he were going to be getting together with Uncle Dan again. It only took a minute with the razor to make him just the way Dan had liked him, and Andy could only hope that Vince would like him like that as well. It was probably all for naught, at least for the time being, because the chances were that the man would want to meet him next weekend, but just in case Andy wanted to be ready. Besides, he would have just ended up staring at Vince's picture and getting more nervous. The sooner they met the better, as far as Andy was concerned, because he tended to get nervous easily, and if the meeting got delayed he was afraid that he might chicken out or something. So Andy sat in front of the computer with his cell phone in hand, staring at the photo of Vince in between glances at the time at the bottom corner of the computer screen. Andy managed to wait until 5:56 before dialing the number, and he was nearly hyperventilating as the phone rang once, twice and a third time before the phone got picked up. "Hello," the voice answered, a deep voice that sounded like it came from a giant instead of a little 5'4" man. "Uh, hello, Vince?" Andy said, grimacing as his voice wobbled and cracked, making him sound like a idiot. "Yes, is this Andy?" Vince said. "Yes sir." "Vince. Good of you to call. You sound awfully young though." "I'm 18, I swear," Andy said. "I'm just really nervous. Never did this before." "You said that you've only been with a couple of guys, is that right?" "Yes sir. I mean, Vince," Andy replied. "Arthur and Dan and they were both about your age. I liked them both a lot, especially Dan." "I see. What happened to the two of you, if you don't mind me asking." "Uh - we got caught by my Mom," Andy explained. "She came home early and caught him doing stuff with me and threw a fit." "Oh my, that must have been terrible. She didn't know you were gay?" Vince asked. "Was that why she got mad?" "That, and other stuff." "The fact that he was so much older than you?" "Mostly she was mad because Dan is my uncle," Andy confessed. A moment of silence followed, before Vince cleared his throat. "Her brother or your Dad's?" "Hers," Andy said. "Seems like she should have been madder at her brother," Vince suggested. "He kinda put the blame on me," Andy said. "He told my mother that I seduced him and he felt sorry for me because I'm such a loner and a loser, so I left home. Everybody hates me now, even Dan." "I think you got a raw deal," Vince opined. "In time, I'm sure your mother will come around." "Maybe. Don't know if my Dad will though. He said that if it was him that caught us we would both be dead." "You sound like you need a friend," Vince said. "I would very much like to meet you. When would you be free?" "Any day," Andy said, practically yelling into the phone. "Saturday, Friday, now?" "Now?" Vince asked with an amused voice. "Sure. I mean, I don't have a car, but if you're on a bus line I can come to your place." "Well sure," Vince responded. "Do you have a pencil? Are you familiar with Colonie? Route 5?" "YES!" Andy chirped. "Well, there's an little apartment complex up above Karner Road called Grecian Terrace," Vince said, and when Andy heard that he dropped the phone. He scrambled to pick it up as Vince kept repeating hello, and Andy almost dropped it again because his hands were shaking so. "Yes, hello. Hello," Andy said. "Sorry, I dropped the phone." "Did you hear what I had said?" Vince asked. "About Grecian Terrace?" Andy said. "Yes sir, I mean Vince." "Well, here's the apartment number," Vince said, and as he gave him the address Andy was already out of his front door and walking out to the courtyard. Spotting the building he was looking for, Andy looked up at the light in the window of the apartment the voice was coming from. "Do you know where this is?" Vince asked. "Yes," Andy said. "Can you come to the window?" "Pardon?" "Your window," Andy repeated. "Can you come to your front window?" There was a few seconds of silence, and then Andy saw the curtains open as a pair of hands parted them, and when the man with the phone propped up between his shoulder and his ear looked out to the parking lot and saw the young man wave timidly up at him, Vince returned the wave as he shook his head in amazement. "Hello Andy," Vince said. "Uh, what do you want me to do?" Andy asked with a shrug. "I'm hoping that we both hang up and that you come up the stairs," Vince replied. *** Andy slowed as he reached the top of the stairs, and if the door hadn't swung open he might have just turned and went back to his own apartment. Vince took that decision away from him and greeted him with a smile, ushering him onto his apartment. Andy slipped off his shoes and walked into the kitchen of the apartment, which looked just like his own except that Vince's was beautifully furnished, a stark contrast to Andy's shabby hand-me-down belongings. Vince offered Andy a drink, and as he opened of a bottle of wine with a flourish, Andy was struck at how small the man was. He had mentioned that he used to be a jockey when he was younger, before he had gotten hurt, but even though Andy had been to the races and seen jockeys, he hadn't realized until now how little they had to be. Not weak though, Andy noticed as he watched the muscles ripple in Vince's arms as he opened the wine. His arms were small but ripped, and Andy found himself staring at the thick coating of black hair on his arms. Vince's skin was olive in tone, which made the gold watch stand out even more against the skin and all of that hair. Andy took the glass of wine from Vince, and when he saw how badly his hand was shaking he got even more nervous. "Relax, Andy," Vince said in that deep voice, and it sounded so soothing that Andy felt himself calm down right away. Vince was so nice, and was so friendly, that Andy found himself relaxing as they spoke. They talked about how much of a coincidence it was that they were right across the courtyard from each other, proving that it was a small world after all. "I knew you looked familiar to me, but I don't remember seeing you around here." "I work down at the Price Chopper," Andy mentioned, and Vince's face lit up with recognition. "That must be it," Vince said. Andy wasn't really a wine drinker, but Dan used to give him some on occasion, and to his surprise Andy found himself actually enjoying the drink. Maybe it was because of Vince, who was treating him like another guy instead of like a goofy kid, which was how Andy often felt. Vince showed him photos of him winning races, mostly at some small tracks in the south, and Andy noticed that despite the pictures being almost 30 years old, his boyish face in the photos looked much like the man in the room. His teeth were dazzlingly bright and his smile as warm and wide as could be. "I've been up to Saratoga lots," Andy said. "Did you ride up there?" "A few times," Vince said. "Never won a race up there, but it was exciting to at least get on the track. Maybe sometime this summer you would let me take you up there?" "I'd love that!" Andy gushed excitedly as Vince put his arm around his shoulder and gave him a squeeze. ... "Look what time it is!" Vince said as he glanced at the clock while pouring the last of the wine, and Andy was shocked himself when he saw that they had been talking non-stop for 2 hours about movies, sports and each other. "You probably have to get to work tomorrow morning." "Not real early," Andy quickly answered. "Well, I'm so glad that we got to meet," Vince said. "I should apologize to you about that picture I sent you. I don't know why I did that. I'm very new to this kind of thing." "Me too," Andy said. "You see, I was with my partner for almost 20 years before he passed last fall," Vince said, his eyes watering a bit. "Heart attack." "Oh. Sorry," Andy said softly. "Thank you. Anyway, I'm way too old for bars and the like, so just for the heck of it I joined that website. Not too many people looking for a man my age. Everybody wants a young fellow, like yourself. That's why I was surprised to get a response from somebody like you. Couldn't figure why a young guy like you would be interested in an old, broken down man like me, unless you were some kind of hustler - which you obviously aren't" "You looked friendly, and I'm not too good around guys my age," Andy said. "I'm not cool or anything." "Well, I like you just fine," Vince said, his hand patting Andy on the forearm. "And that picture," Andy said, feeling his face flush with embarrassment. "It was amazing." "Silly on my part," Vince shrugged. "Just trying to get your attention." "Um... it worked." ... Andy followed Vince into the bedroom, and as the older man went into the bathroom for a second Andy began taking his clothes off as Vince had suggested. It had sounded so innocent when Vince had suggested it out in the living room, but now in the bedroom Andy was shaking again. Vince had suggested that they get to know each other better, and that Andy was still so tense that a massage would make him relax. The offer was made so casually that Andy didn't know how to say no without hurting Vince's feelings. Then again, maybe Andy didn't want to say no. He thought back on the way it had been with Uncle Dan, how one minute they were fishing at the lake and the next minute he was in the cabin making love. How wonderful that had been, and Andy forced himself to stop thinking about the way that had ended. The bed was huge, a water-bed that was so comfortable that even though Andy was almost naked as he lay there on his stomach in another man's bedroom, he found himself relaxing as he enjoyed the barely perceptible movements of the bed beneath him. The lights gradually became dimmer as Vince reentered the room, and when Andy glanced over he saw that Vince had taken off his clothes and was now wearing a short silk robe. The robe was not fastened, and although Andy had only gotten a quick peek as the older man walked around the bed, it was obvious that Vince was wearing nothing underneath it. Music filled the room, light classical that was not loud but seemed to come from all around the room, and then the bed jiggled a bit as Vince climbed on down at the foot of the bed. "Easier if we get these off of you," Andy heard Vince say as he felt the man take his underwear by the elastic and begin to tug them down. Now Andy really felt naked, because he was. Vince was down at the foot of the bed, and there was a sound of something being shaken, followed by Vince's hands rubbing something on Andy's calves. The scent of vanilla filled Andy's nostrils as Vince's powerful hands began to knead Andy's legs. Staring with his feet, and working up to his ankles, Vince's fingers worked very slowly and expertly over Andy's smooth pale skin, getting deep into the flesh and dissolving the tension deep within. By the time Vince had moved up to the backs of Andy's thighs, Andy found himself totally lost in the situation. The music and the aroma and the soft lighting, along with Vince's touch, had melted Andy, and not even the feel of Vince's hands moving from his upper thighs to his buttocks upset him. "Nice," Andy heard Vince say when he hands reached the fleshy cheeks. "Fat," Andy said defensively as he felt the muscular fingers knead his plump posterior. "Nonsense," Vince sighed as his eyes devoured the pale cheeks, so fleshy and full. "You have a beautiful body, so let's not have any of that." Andy let out a little gasp when he felt Vince's fingers sliding between his ass cheeks, but while his anus was sensuously stroked for a long time, the lubricated finger did not penetrate him, even though by the time Vince moved upward Andy was wishing that he had. Andy could feel Vince's balls against his backside as the massage worked upwards, the hairy orbs raking across his rear end as his back enjoyed the tender kneading. Now Vince was on top of him, his hairy body like a blanket over Andy while his oiled hands rubbed Andy's shoulders and arms. Andy could feel Vince's cock against the small of his back, hot and hard, and now the memory of that picture came back in Andy's mind, not that it had ever really left. Andy could feel the man's breath on his neck. "Mmm - you're so smooth," Vince sighed as his oiled fingers slid from Andy's shoulders and into his armpits, finding his underarms smooth to the touch. "So sexy. I love it. Roll over for me, babe." ... It was a mixed blessing for Andy when he, with Vince's help, rolled over onto his back. The feel of Vince against his body, the sensuous massage he had been receiving, and the gentle moving of the bed made his dick so hard that Andy was afraid that he might cum any minute. Now, however, Andy was almost afraid to look at he went onto his back, fully exposed to Vince for the first time. While he didn't want to look, he forced himself to, squinting through his eyelids for Vince's reaction. "Andy," Vince said with a smile, not a laugh as he looked at the young man's face until Andy fully opened his eyes. "Look at you," Vince said, his face glowing as his fingers held Andy's cock gently while his other hand oiled the full sac that hung below his staff. "You're not small." Vince's hands were caressing the smooth pillow of flesh around Andy's dick, which was standing straight up in the air, and as Vince's oiled hands ran up and down the pale thick stub Andy's manhood glistened. "It's beautiful, Andy. You're beautiful." ... As Vince's oiled hands caressed Andy's sex, the young man's eyes looked over and Vince who was kneeling by his hip, and got his first real look at his older friend. The cock that had been dangling halfway down to his knees in the picture was not limp any more. Quite the opposite, because now Vince's impressive bronze-hued member was now fully engorged and swaying in front of him as he massaged Andy. Alone and Lonely Andy felt both relieved and excited as his eyes took in the sight, somewhat comforted in seeing that it wasn't as huge as he feared it would become, given what he had seen in that picture. Vince's frame was quite slight, so without getting any real sense of proportion from the photo, Andy had been left to fantasize. Oh, Vince's cock was big, all right, Andy realized, and it would look big on any size man. It certainly dwarfed his own, no matter how nice Vince had been speaking, but seeing it waving close to his own, at least Andy didn't feel like they were of different species as he had feared. Andy wondered what it would feel like... Almost as if Vince had been reading his mind, the older man suddenly lifted his leg up and straddled Andy's thighs, his cock swaying right near Andy's dick, which was still standing straight up. Vince looked much like a jockey as he rode Andy's thighs, his hirsute body practically sparkling from a combination of oil and perspiration, and as he cleaned forward, the tip of his cock grazed against the tip of Andy's. "Oh!" they both said almost unison as their organs kissed each other's tender openings. Andy had never experienced anything so magical in his life, and now the young man was practically hypnotized by the ballet taking place down there. Andy's eyes took in the sight of Vince's muscled and richly veined manhood moving closer to his own again, the reddish-brown glans half-exposed from under the partially retracted foreskin now rubbing the tip of Andy's dick again. A pearl of cum oozed out of the opening of Andy's dick, and when Vince's dick spread it out over both of them, their eyes met with both men grinning with excitement. Vince eased himself down on top of Andy, flattening Andy's cock against his stomach with his own. Being so light, Andy hardly felt the older man's weight, but did revel in the sensation of his hairy body against his smooth skin, and the oil that Vince had used so liberally over Andy was now coating both of them. When Vince began to grind himself slowly and sensuously into Andy, and they realized that their stiff cocks were rubbing against each others, it brought this to a whole different level. "Omigod," Andy muttered as the sensation of feeling the underside of Vince's cock sliding against his own, and the way that Vince's balls kept rolling over Andy's sac was driving him crazy. Andy had his arms around Vince, holding the older man's body tightly against him as his hands ran all over his hairy back, while Vince kissed Andy's neck and shoulders. "You want to cum, don't you Andy?" Vince asked. "Don't want to," Andy grunted. "It's okay," Vince said, grinding his hips harder into Andy's cock. "Cum for me. Cum all over me. I want to feel it." Andy came, and not just because Vince wanted him to. He had be unable to fight the feeling that kept building and building as their cocks and balls rubbed together. Andy moaned, and Vince did too when he felt the warmth spurting onto his belly, slowing the grinding down while watching Andy's eyes roll back in his head. ... Vince stayed on top of his young lover, continuing the slow and sensuous coupling even after Andy's dick went limp and began getting drubbing by Vince's huge organ. "Mind if I keep doing this?" Vince asked, and Andy smiled and shook his head. "This still feels so good," Andy sighed. "Are you going to cum too?" "In time, Andy," Vince said. "I want to savor this myself. Your body feels so nice." Andy's hands kept stroking Vince's back, the hair now damp with sweat, and running his hands up and down Vince's arms, which were all muscle. Vince's arms bulged even larger as he lifted the top of his body off of Andy while letting his genitals press harder into his young lover's crotch. Andy raised his head as high as he could, his mouth searching for Vince's nipple, which was hidden under the thick mat of hair. After nibbling around for a time, Andy glanced over, remembering something that Dan used to love having him do to him. Hoping that Vince wouldn't think he was too weird, Andy ducked over and buried his face in the thick jungle of hair under Vince's arm, licking and chewing the moist fur while savoring the manly and musky aroma that poured out of him. "Ooh! You devil you!" Vince groaned, writhing as he lowered himself down closer. "You're a kinky fella, aren't you? Well, two can play at that game." It took Vince only a second to overpower Andy's futile attempt to resist the older man as he pinned Andy's arms to the bedding. With a playful chuckle, Vince turned the tables on Andy, bending down and smothering the young man's exposed armpits with affection as well, his tongue sliding up and down the smooth and sweaty skin. "Getting hard again, aren't you?" Vince cackled. "Oh, to be 18 again." "I want you to come," Andy gasped. "Want to taste you." ... Vince let the young man push him onto his fact and watched him grab his cock with both hands. Andy seized the enormous organ and began pumping his fists up and down until Vince's manhood became fully engorged once more. Andy's mouth took in the head of the now-exposed glans, being careful not to scrape the bulbous head with his teeth as he let his lips slide down Vince's cock. Andy had never been able to take all of his Uncle Dan's cock in his mouth, so he knew that he would never be able to do it with Vince's member, which was even larger. That didn't stop him from trying, and as Andy's mouth went up and down the top half of Vince's cock, his hands worked furiously over the rest of the shaft and his balls, kneading and milking his nuts while spinning his other hand around the thick shaft. "Oh!" Vince yelped in surprise, surprised at the amazing skills and intensity Andy was exhibiting, and although he had always prided himself on his self-control, he was helpless under Andy's oral onslaught. Vince warned Andy that he was about to cum, but Andy had already sensed the older man's orgasm on the way, and was ready when he felt the first jet of cum spray his throat. Andy took it without blinking, so used was he to swallowing his uncle's loads without a flinch, and even after Vince had stopped cumming, Andy kept sucking in the deflating member. Vince's cum tasted different than his Uncle Dan's, which had a somewhat bitter taste to it. Vince's cum was much sweeter, and almost had a vanilla taste to it, or maybe that was from the body oil. Either way, Andy made sure he didn't waste a bit of the delicious nectar, cleaning the now-flaccid cock thoroughly, even sliding his tongue under his foreskin to lick around the shrouded glans. Vince finally pulled Andy up to him and held him tight. "That was so wonderful," Vince gushed. "I can't remember the last time I've cum like that." Vince put Andy on his back and ran his hands all over the young man's body, touching him everywhere except for his dick, which was standing straight up once again. "Are you naturally this way?" Vince asked, his fingers caressing the smooth skin around Andy's penis. "Hairless, I mean. I've never experienced anyone like this before." "Almost," Andy confessed. "My uncle got me to start shaving what little body hair I did have. Said it made me look sexier." "Well, I think you would be sexy anyway," Vince said, kissing Andy's armpit on his way down the young man's body, nibbling all the way down to Andy's cock. "Hair or no hair." Andy groaned as Vince's lips slowly slid down his cock, not stopping until his mouth rested on the smooth flesh at the base of his shaft. The older man took his time, making love to the throbbing dick while Andy squirmed under his touch. Vince brought Andy to the brink of orgasm several times, making the young man thrash around beneath him, before finally letting him cum. Andy erupted in Vince's mouth, sending spurt after spurt of his cum down Vince's throat while Vince's hand milked his balls until they were drained. Exhausted, Andy wrapped his arms around Vince and held him tightly, and they eventually fell asleep in each other's arms. ... Andy woke up around midnight, needing to take a leak, and when he went back to bed he found himself staring at Vince who was on his back with his arms and legs akimbo. Andy stroked his dick, which was hard again, and looked at Vince's cock, laying cocoon-like over toward his right hip. Andy wanted to wake Vince, and he knew what he wanted the older man to do to him. He had hoped that Vince would have suggested it, but he hadn't. Maybe he didn't like to do that, Andy thought. The first man that he had been with, Father Arthur, had only wanted oral sex. It was Dan who had taken him anally, the one and only man that Andy had experienced that way. Andy didn't think he would like it, but in time Andy not only tolerated it, but grew to love it. He tried not to think of that last time, with him on his hands and knees and his uncle's cock probing deep into his bowels, when he looked up and saw his mother standing in the doorway. Uncle Dan had just began to cum, and while he filled Andy's ass with his cum, his mother screamed in horror. This would be different. There would be no guilt or anything attached with this, and while Andy remembered how much it hurt when Uncle Dan had taken him at first, and even sometimes later when he would really get rough with him, he was sure Vince wouldn't be like that. Vince would be caring and loving, just like he had been all night, and even though he was so big, Andy was certain that Vince wouldn't hurt him. Andy sighed as he climbed back into bed and curled up against Vince, offering him his backside to cuddle up against. Andy felt the older man stir and do just that spooning up against him and wrapping his hairy arm over his hip. "Are you always like this?" Vince chuckled when his hand found Andy's dick hard. "Guess so." "Would you like me to make this go away?" Vince offered, stroking the crown of the fat stub with his thumb. "Actually," Andy said, turning his head back toward Vince. "I was hoping for something else." "Are you sure?" Vince asked after hearing what Andy wanted. "Yes," Andy said. "More than anything. If you don't want to do that, I understand." "Want to?" Vince whispered. "Ever since the first moment I set my eyes on you that's all I've thought about. You have - excuse my language - an ass that was made for that." "I know," Andy agreed, remembering his uncle saying that very same thing. "I didn't want to frighten you off by suggesting it," Vince explained. "I'm not scared," Andy said. "I know you won't hurt me." "Not on purpose," the older man promised. "You shouldn't be so trusting though." "I don't think I would be any more," Andy said. "But I just have a good feeling about you." "If I can't," Vince said. Don't take it personally. I'm an old guy, and I'm not used to nights like this, so if I can't - you know?" "You will," Andy said, rolling over and taking Vince's cock into his mouth. Vince reached over into his night table and grabbed the tube of lubricant, and as Andy's mouth went to work, Vince pulled the young man around so that Andy was straddling him while facing the foot of the bed. Vince sucked on the boy's nuts for a bit before spreading his plump but cheeks wide and exposing Andy's anus. The tiny balloon knot was pink and as hairless as the rest of him, and when Vince's tongue made contact with the puckered ring Andy let out a startled squeal. Andy almost choked on the cock in his mouth when he first felt Vince tonguing his anus. This was totally new experience for Andy, and when he felt that same tongue begin to work its way inside of him, Andy thought he was going to faint. "You like?" Vince said before dipping back inside of Andy. "Omigod!" Andy muttered and Vince pried his buttocks further apart and really got his face in between them. "Gonna..." Andy looked down and saw his untouched cock ejaculating all over Vince's chest, and heard the older man's muffled chuckle as he realized what was happening. As far as Vince worrying about being able to perform, those fears were groundless. Between Andy's enthusiastic and skillful oral skills, and the vision of this plump butt of his in front of Vince's eyes, it wasn't long before he was erect. Vince worked a finger inside of the tight cavity, and after Andy took a second one without flinching, the older man positioned Andy on his knees and knelt behind him, his cock glistening with lube as he rubbed the tip of it into Andy's well oiled anus. It hurt Andy as Vince coaxed the swollen head of his member into the tiny orifice. Vince tried to be as gentle as he could, but he knew he was stretching Andy to the limit. "Don't stop," Andy cried out when he feared Vince was going to give up. "Please don't stop." To Vince it was like trying to slip his cock into the eye of a needle, but Andy was insistent, pleading for Vince to take him. Suddenly, the ridge of his glans popped inside of Andy, and as he slid more and more of his cock into the vise-like cavity, Andy was laughing and crying at the same time. Vince knew that the way his cock felt inside of Andy he wouldn't last long, so he tried to savor each second. His hands kept Andy's chubby cheeks spread wide, his fingers digging into the soft flesh while he worked about half of his cock in and out of the tight orifice. When Vince could hold back no more, he pulled most of his manhood out of Andy, leaving only the crown in as he came, coating the young man's bowels with his seed before they both collapsed on the bed. "Andy?" Vince gasped. "Are you?" "I love you," Andy said as Vince's dick fell out of him. "I mean I loved it." ... "This is only a gift," Vince repeated as Andy looked around his apartment at the furniture than Vince had bought his young lover, who he had been seeing almost daily for the last couple of months. "This stuff is great," Andy said as he ran his hands over the back of the new couch while looking at the big screen TV it faced. "I'll pay you back for it, I promise." "A gift," Vince said. "You don't pay back gifts. It's not expensive or anything. It was a package deal at the furniture store just up the street, but after I saw the stuff you had in here, well I couldn't have you living like that." "And please remember," Vince said once more. "And I'm serious about this. This doesn't obligate you to me or anything like that. I know that you'll find somebody more your age someday, and when you do, I'll understand. Won't like it, but I will understand." "I don't want anybody else," Andy said. "Meeting you has... when I think of how I felt before we met? I wanted to kill myself, that's how low I was. Now, I can't even think about not being with you." "I'm glad." "Remember that first night, after we made love?" Andy said. "I said that I loved you, and then pretended like I meant something else? I didn't. I loved you right from the start." "Same here," Vince said, putting his arms around his young lover and squeezing his butt. "One thing though. I don't mind if you keep losing weight, Andy, but don't lose it off of these sweet cheeks of yours." "I'll try," Andy agreed. "Although if you keep exercising me back there..." "Now that you mention it," Vince said, ushering Andy toward the bedroom. "Care to see your new bed?" "It's already made and everything," Andy noticed. "Not for long," Vince promised while pulling Andy's shirt over his head on the way. ... thanks for reading