17 comments/ 376180 views/ 19 favorites Just Passing Through By: tommboy Part 1--Just Passing Through During my childhood a great many women stick out in my memory. Some for what they looked like, (there are so many gorgeous women in this world) and some for what happened while I was around them,(they taught me everything I would soon need to know). It all seems like a blur when I look back on it now. This excerpt from my life starts when I was nineteen. Life then was fairly simple. It consisted of work and trying to get laid as much as humanly possible. Work always seemed to come easier. Its not that I'm bad looking or anything like that, in fact I'm quite muscular with above average looks. Since we all know that every man, at some point in time has measured themselves, I'll give you my measurements. I'm seven and a half inches long with a girth of six inches. I've only had one woman tell me that she had been fucked with a larger cock. My only real issue is its very difficult to say what's on my mind. I would always come up with the right thing to say, two days after we had gone out. Well, it all started on a Friday night. I was heading toward my favorite ski resort. Basically it was a condo type hotel that you could rent instead of having to stay in a regular hotel room. It came fully furnished, right down to a fully stocked bar and kitchen and allowed for greater privacy when entertaining guests. The view was of snow covered mountains that could be enjoyed from the sunken hot tub in the floor of the living room. As soon as I was unpacked and about to dip my toes in the water, the phone rang. My mother who lived across the state was calling to tell me that she would be driving by in a couple of hours, as she returned from a business trip that was now over. I couldn't tell my mother that I had plans to bring home a drunk slut from the bar later. She knew I was no virgin, but that wasn't a conversation I was going to have with her, just yet. With that, I told her she should stop by, maybe stay the weekend and take it easy for a few days. She said she would at least stop for the night and visit her long lost son. I could hear the guilt in her voice. I hadn't exactly been the best at staying in touch since moving away from home, and she was letting me know it, oh so gently. A couple of hours passed before she arrived. I would have just enough time to take some aggression out on my throbbing cock, since a bar trip was now out of the question. What a sad way to end this trip. Spending the weekend with my mother was not exactly what I had in mind when I planned this trip. Soon enough, my mother knocked on my door. She kissed me on the cheek while she gave me the tightest hug I can ever remember getting. She hadn't changed a bit. Her body was the perfect example of how a woman's body should look. There was not a single part of her that was not perfectly proportioned to rest of her. From her mid length auburn hair, smooth tanned skin, perky round butt, to her flawless 36c breasts. I've gone shopping with her on numerous occasions for bathing suits, talk about having to keep your cool, when your telling your mother how she looks in this suit or that suit, while trying to keep an erection under wraps. From those trips, I learned after a few very skimpy suits, that her pussy is smooth as a babies butt. At thirty-four she is absolutely beautiful. After getting our hellos out of the way and putting her bag into one of the rooms, I offered her a drink. Neither one of us ever really drank that much since my alcoholic father had left when I was eight or nine. My mother had never really seemed that interested in dating or finding another husband after he left. Lots of men tried and would occasionally succeed in getting her to bed, but it would never lead to anything more than that. This didn't stop her from taking a drink tonight She had been working out of town for a couple of weeks and was ready to relax. Small talk ensued as we got caught up on everything we had been doing with our lives. During our conversation my mother complained that her back was sore after all the driving earlier in the day and suggested we use the hot tub. I told her she was welcome to use it and that I had just gotten out right before she got there, so I would have to join her later. She hurried to her room to change into her suit. As she came back, I could easily see, some things hadn't changed at all. She smiled as she walked by me, trying to entice me to get in with her in. I said, I would pass for now but was definitely going to join her later. If I would have gotten in the tub right then she certainly would have seen the growing bulge in my pants. Watching her lay back in the bubbling water was turning me on to no end. The bubbling water was bouncing her breasts up and down, enticing me with every move. Her hair all slicked back and her skin was shining from the water. A few more minutes of this and my pulsing cock was sure to become apparent. A little flash of reality hit me and I asked her if she would be up for going out to my favorite night club with me. Since we had no other plans, she said that sounded like a plan and would get out of the tub pretty soon to get ready. The moment she walked out of her room, the lights seemed to dim and a spot light seemed to shine on her. She was wearing the slinkiest, sheer blue dress I have ever seen her wear. There was not much left to the imagination, as it clung to every part of her body. It was obvious, to me anyway, that she wasn't wearing a bra or panties with this dress, or it wouldn't have looked as good as it did. I made a joke about whether or not we were going on a date or if I was allowed to think of her as the gorgeous woman I told her she was. She just gave me a look that let me know something was different about tonight. I couldn't believe I was getting to take out such a beautiful woman. The weird thing was that I didn't feel strange about taking my mother out as my date. On the way to the club, mom suggested that no one should know that we were mother and son, and that I should treat her like any woman I've dated. I agreed, wholeheartedly. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. My mother was bearing her sexuality to me and not even blinking. On the way in, mother wrapped her arm around mine and wouldn't let it go for the rest of the night. Her touch sent little shocks of electricity through my body. I was beyond excited and I think she knew it. The club was dark and had lots of booths that were lit very low, so as to keep the privacy ratio where it should be. We sat next to each other, thighs touching, and hands resting on each others legs. This was progressing nicely, I thought to myself. After a couple more drinks, we got up to dance to a slow song. I pulled my mother in close, and rested my hands on the lower part of her back. It was closer to her finely rounded ass than her back, but I didn't know how far to push the whole, "were on a date thing," just yet. I know more thought about that, and just then she placed her hands firmly on my behind, cupped both cheeks and squeezed gently. She was letting me know it was all right to move things a little faster than I had been. As we danced, she asked me how most of my dates usually ended up. I turned a little red at the thought of telling my mother that I was accustomed to taking a woman home and fucking the living shit out of her, or vice versa. I'm not above being used for sex. I formed the words on my tongue and then whispered them quietly into her ear. After a minute or two, she replied with telling me she was hoping for nothing less. Suddenly, what we had been doing hit me like a ton of bricks. I was probably going to sleep with my own mother tonight and I wasn't willing to stop it, even for a moment. Hearing that was all I needed to suggest that we blow the club and head back to the hotel. She thought that it was a good idea as well. The alcohol we had been drinking had loosened both of us to the point that we couldn't stop what was about to happen even if we wanted to. You could feel the tension building in both of us. Our combined sexual energy, was like a volcano ready to explode. We hadn't even made it through the front door before we were locked in a very sensuous kiss. Our tongues exploring each others mouth with reckless abandon. My hands began to roam all over the woman who had given birth to me all those years ago, and it felt wonderful. Her body was soft and firm just like I had always imagined it to be. Upon entering the living room, we proceeded to undress each other. As I unzipped the back of her dress in one smooth motion it fell to the floor exposing her womanhood to me in all of its glory. I took a second to take in the wonderful sight standing before me. Her breasts were firm and swollen. I could see the lips between her legs were just as swollen and glistened with her juices. Suddenly my pants hit the floor and I felt a hand wrap around my cock. I almost came from the sheer excitement I was feeling. She mumbled something to the effect of how large I was and that she was glad to see my father had at least done something right, for once in his life. I no more heard those words before she bent down and took my shaft as deeply as she could into her mouth. She stayed motionless for a few seconds, feeling my heartbeat pulse against her throat. She was on her knees now, so I was unable to fondle her hot body. Wow, can she suck a cock! I'm not one to come very often when a woman gives me head, but the way mom was working me over gave me the feeling that I was going to at any minute. I swear to this day I have never been brought to an orgasm as fast as that first time with mom. Suddenly and without any warning to her on my part, I came like I thought I would never stop. She never once let her mouth open as she swallowed every drop of my come. She continued to pump me with her hand while keeping suction on the head of my cock. Within a few minutes I came in her mouth again. This time she pulled away from my cock and let me spray more gobs of my white cum into her mouth from a few inches away. Some of my cum slid down the side of her open mouth and with her tongue she reached out and licked it up. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I didn't know that I could come twice in a row, that fast. Mom obviously knew what she was doing and was set on letting me know she wasn't going to hold back in any way. I regained my senses and pushed her to the floor so that she was lying down with one foot hanging into the hot tub and the other propped up on the coffee table. Her legs were spread to an amazing degree. I took a good look at her pussy just begging me to come an explore its pleasures. I wasted no more time and immediately buried my face between her legs. The taste of her juices was exquisite. I could have lived on her taste alone. I used every move I had ever learned, trying to return the pleasure she had just given me. Within a few moments I heard her breathing start to get deeper and heard her moan every time I licked up and down her moist slit, stopping to suck her swollen clit between licks. She came almost as fast as I did. My advantage though was that a woman can keep coming, and coming, and coming. I never let up once I knew she had started to orgasm. Her legs wrapped tightly around my head and I thought I might get hurt if I kept it up. She came so intensely her whole body shook as sweat started to pour down her forehead. I learned instantly that mom is a very vocal woman and with every orgasm that hit her, she would let out the most erotic moans of pleasure I have ever heard. After I felt she had come as intensely as I had and probably more form the sounds of it, I relented my tongue lashing and let her body come down off of its high. I crawled up so that I could lay next to her. For a few minutes we just lay there together, holding and caressing each other. I put my hand behind her head and slowly pulled her lips to mine so that I could kiss this angel who had just milked me of every ounce of sperm I thought I had. All she could do was lye there with her chest heaving up and down as her breath slowly came back to a normal pace. She couldn't even say a word yet, but the smile on her face told me everything I needed to know. We were in new territory now and things were bound to never be the same again. Boy was I glad for that. Watching my mother come all over my face turned me on so much that I hadn't lost my erection since shooting my wad the last time. In no time at all my mother had calmed down enough to realize that there was a hard cock pointing up in her direction. She pushed me onto my back with my feet dangling in the water of the tub and positioned herself directly over my groin. I reached up for mom and pulled her down on top of me so that her perk beasts were touching my mouth. I gently sucked and licked each one as she started rub her crotch around in circles, causing our bodies to become lubricated to the point of sliding in every direction when she applied her weight. In one fluid motion I pulled her toward my head and then pushed her back towards my feet as I was flexing my cock enough raise it to meet her wet slit. I impaled her in one thrust. I sank all the way to my balls. She let out a huge sigh and moaned continually. It was the most erotic thing I have ever experienced. My mother was giving me the only gift she had never been able to before this night. Our love was now complete. We could never get any closer than this. We held each other tightly for a minute or two. Without letting her raise herself off of my chest, I started to slowly rock her body back and forth. I push and pulled on her hips as I started to plunge with a little more force as we continued our lovemaking. Her pussy seemed to envelope my cock with its warmth. Almost as if it would suck me in and then let me go, only to do it all over again. In no time at all I feel her muscles start to tighten around my shaft. I thought for a second and then decided to treat her like I would have treated her had she been one of my dates. I grabbed the back of her head with one hand so that I could get a handful of hair and pulled her head back. The second I did this she started to come all over again. I needed and wanted, to come with her. I started to tell her to fuck me like she meant it and that I wanted to come with her. She wasted no time in bouncing up and down, working my cock into a frenzy. The sound of our slapping bodies was such a turn on. Moms crotch was so wet now that there was a wet spot under my ass. A few more thrusts and we both exploded. It was the kind of orgasm, that you can't even breath while its happening. We became very still as our bodies came down from their high. I told mom that I loved her and that I wouldn't stay away so long next time. She said, "I love you too, but bullshit if you think your going to fuck me like that and then leave, I don't think so." One of the benefits that my mother has over the rest of us is that she no longer has to work. She has been independently wealthy and works only because she's bored. Over the next few days she explained to me that I was not going to have to work either, unless I considered fucking her as work. The rest of the weekend was spent fondling, fucking, sucking, making love to, and exploring each other in every way possible. I was soon to move into my mothers house and be the man she had always longed for. In one of our conversations I mentioned that I would like to see if my sister was as wonderful a lover as my mother was. Dear old mom just looked at me and gave me that smile that said we'll have to see what we can do. With that she gave me a really wet kiss and sent me to pack my house. I won't get to moms house soon enough. part two- Getting Sis Involved Just Passing Through Sixty two year old Wallace Stone wasn't from Saratoga Springs, he was just passing through on business. When after dinner he walked through the park and stopped near the little stage where an angry young man was singing angry songs, mercifully without benefit of amplification. Most of the couple dozen or so folks who were around the performer listening didn't seem much more interested than Wallace was, but the salesman didn't care about them. His eyes were focused on the skinny kid who had one foot on a skateboard, slowly rolling it to and fro in time with the music. "You sweet thing," Wallace whispered to himself as he took in the sight that was glorious to him, perhaps in part because the lad looked much like a roommate he had back in school four decades ago. The lad's dirty blonde hair was long and unkempt like his roommate's had been, back when a hippie-looking fellow got noticed more than they did now. The skateboarder was skinnier too, almost painfully so, as was revealed by the sloppy outfit that hung on the boy. The tank top showed much of his scrawny shoulders and arms which were devoid of tattoos and piercings but had plenty of scrapes, likely from skateboarding mishaps. The baggy shorts revealed a particularly nasty bruise on the kid's bony knee as well, so while Wallace though he was beautiful looking he looked like he needed some tender loving care. Would that lad even feel that knee injury if he were on all fours in Wallace's hotel bed, he fantasized? Would the boy like a fistful of his scruffy hair in the salesman's grip while he gave the lad something he probably never experienced before? Never the shy one, Wallace worked his way over to the fellow, happy that he didn't seem to be there with anybody, and after a song ended he gave a couple of claps while leaning over to the boy and asked, "Pardon me - is he anybody?" "Dale," the boy responded, looking up at the tall old man and noticing him for the first time. "I only know who he is because he goes to Skidmore too." "Oh? You're a college man?" Wallace asked, and when the boy nodded the salesman got more interested. It only took the persuasive salesman the time between songs to learn that the skateboarder's name was Essex Franklin and he was about to start his sophomore year tomorrow at the pricey college. Essex had a part-time job washing dishes in town and used the skateboard for transportation to and from the campus dorm. "Essex. That's an unusual name," Wallace said, quickly added that he liked it a lot. "Let's see, there was a music group back in the 60's called the Essex, but I'll bet that you were named after..." "David Essex," the lad interrupted. "My Mom had the hots for this teen idol from ancient times so she named me after him." "Rock on," Wallace chuckled in mentioning the signer's claim to fame. "Well, I think that if she chose between David and Essex you got the best choice. Distinctive names get you remembered." "I guess," Essex said, and when he moved his head his long locks parted a bit to reveal he had an earring - a little rainbow earring - and suddenly Essex got even more interesting to the salesman. "So tell me Essex," Wallace said as another song began. "What do you want to be when you grow up - or better put after you graduate from college?" "I dunno. Are you a cop mister?" Essex asked. "No son, I'm a salesman," Wallace chuckled. "Why? Do you think I'm interrogating you?" "Kinda," Essex admitted. "But I don't have to answer if I don't want to, I guess." "That's right," Wallace agreed with a smile. "I thought I wanted to design video games but now I'm not sure," Essex said. "I used to want to be a model. I did some things for this local rag..." Essex pulled out an old clipping that showed a very neat and tidy Essex modeling a shirt, and after Wallace said he looked good added, "Your hair was much shorter then. I like it this way better. And I like your earring too." "Oh," Essex replied. "Of course if you were to model full time you might have to give up the skateboarding," Wallace observed as he nodded down to the boy's wounded knee, noticing for the first time the light dusting of faint light brown hair that graced the inside of the lad's wiry calves. "That must hurt." "No, not really," Essex responded. "You know who you look like?" "No, but I'm almost afraid to ask," Wallace kidded. "Harrison Ford sort of. I guess you might be taller but..." Essex said but as he started to explain Wallace cut him off. "Say no more. I'll take it," the older man replied. "You made my day. So tell me, since I'm new around here, where do Harrison Ford type men go for fun around here. This isn't exactly my cup of tea." "Dale? He sucks. Thinks he's Kurt Cobain. I'm just here because there's nothing to do. Can't get into bars yet," Essex lamented. "But you like an occasional cocktail I assume?" Wallace asked, and after the boy sheepishly grinned he continued. "Of course, if I didn't want to get arrested I could always invite you to my room for a drink or two." "Who would know?" Essex suggested shyly. "I suppose that's true. When I was your age I could not only die for my country but drink in it too," Wallace remarked. "One year 9 months and 1 day," Essex calculated. "Until you're 21? Have it all figured out I see. Well, let's just say that maybe it's because I'm an 62 year old fossil but you don't look 19," Wallace said. "I mean that in a good way." "You don't look 62 either mister..." "Wallace," he reminded him. "Wallace," Essex said. "Still old enough to be your father - or even grandfather," Wallace commented. "If any of your friends have seen me talking with you, tell them I'm your Grandpa." "Don't have many friends," Essex said. "With school and my job and all, plus I'm kinda shy." "Shy? You don't seem like that to me," Wallace opined. "You've been quite charming and are an excellent conversationalist." "Thanks. Guess I get along better with people that are - not my age." "Very diplomatic," the elder remarked. "Well then, I'm staying at the Hilton Garden. If you would like we can stroll up and have a drink. Would we pass any stores?" "Yes sir. There's a liquor store and a regular store up that way if you want beer." "What do you fancy Essex?" "I like Sam Adams Cherry Wheat when it's warm out like this." "Then let's be off." "Did you walk?" "Yes. Just wandered through the city some. I am old but can still get around pretty well. Why? Is it a distance? I don't even recall." "It's about a half mile," Essex explained. "Not too bad if you're up to it," Wallace said, and after the boy nodded he added. "Is there someplace in this park one can relieve one's self?" "Sure, it's over on the end of this building," Essex said. "I'll show you. Got to go too." "Splendid," Wallace announced. "Lead the way." Wallace followed his new friend to the brick building and as he picked out a urinal on the right of the row, Essex set his skateboard to the side and joined him. "Perfect," Wallace whispered inaudibly as the lad picked a urinal just one down, not nearly as far away as he could have chosen. The elder gent made a show out of pulling his zipper down and reaching into the fly of his baggy trousers to extract his member, and after giving it a lazy pull the amber flow began. As it did Wallace moved his hand away and placed it on the wall in front of him to allow his acquaintance an unobstructed view if he wished. A subtle use of his aged man's still-keen peripheral vision showed that not only was Essex looking he seemed impressed as well. Wallace also noticed that Essex was not shy either but the older man chose not to look, waiting for later to see more of the boy's beauty. After giving his languid manhood a brief wiggle and shake before putting it away, the two then washed and dried their hands they headed up Broadway towards the hotel. *** "Did you try to show me your cock back there in the park?" Essex asked as he sat on the little ledge next to the hotel room window and looked out at the evening. "Let's just say I didn't care whether I was seen or not," Wallace replied. "It was kind of obvious that you left it out for my benefit," Essex declared. "But then I was putting on a little show for you in there and you kept staring straight ahead - mixed messages there." "Let's just say that even in my youth I was never one to try and find out where the Christmas presents were hidden beforehand," Wallace said as he put his hand on the lad's slender shoulder. "I like to be surprised." "I never had the patience for that myself," Essex replied. "That's why I looked over at you pissing." "And?" "You really did have to go, that much I know." "And?" "You're uncut," Essex replied. "Never forgive my parents for doing that to me." "I love your straight forward attitude," Wallace answered as he kneaded the skateboarder's shoulder while he drained his beer. "You're hung like a horse too, although you know that. There's no reason not to be straight forward. After all, we both know what you want," Essex told him. "Very perceptive Essex, but I don't have your gift in that regard," Wallace told him. "Exactly what is it that you want?" "What I want? What I first want to do is stand up and get up and get you undressed," he declared as Essex set the bottle down and faced the taller man, and when Wallace made no reply he started to unbutton the older man's shirt. "I love your train of thought so far," Wallace responded and added, "Of course, I hope you'll keep in mind that at 62 I'm over three times your age so be kind in your assessment." "You don't look it and besides, I love older men," Essex said as he pulled the shirt open and pulled it off Wallace's shoulders, and as he raked his fingers through the coating of silver and black on the old man's chest he sighed, "Older men with hairy chests is Christmas for me." Essex kneaded Wallace's man boobs and tweaked the plump nipples before leaning down and sucking on each of them, and as the senior sighed he felt the lad's teeth scraping his tender buds. "And when these older men with hairy chests have big cocks," Essex said as his hand slid down the front of Wallace's trousers, and after he found the spongy organ he squeezed it and added, "It's even better." "Surprised that a young fellow would have such tastes - pleasantly surprised I must say," Wallace cooed as he kissed the lad's forehead and ran his fingers through his long shaggy blonde hair. "Hope I'm full of surprises for you," Essex answered as he glided down to kneel in front of Wallace and made short work of the belt, and after undoing the trousers helped the older man out of them. "Nice boxers," Essex sighed as he ran his palm over the bulge in the black satin a couple times before moving his hands to the elastic and saying, "But they have to go." With that Essex slowly coxed the boxers downward, exposing first the mostly black bush and then the base of the old man's cock, the thickness of the roots making him gasp at first sight, but Essex was smiling at the penis tapered down somewhat as the briefs were lowered down past all 6" or so of semi-flaccid manhood. The lad left Wallace to step out of the boxers himself as his hands went right to the meaty organ, lifting it upright and ducking under the member to inspect and lick the meaty balls which dandled low in their furry sac. Wallace inhaled loudly through his teeth as his young lover's licking went right up the underside of his raised member and into the opening of his long puckered foreskin, and he exhaled as Essex slid back the shroud to suck on the plump knob passionately. "You're so good," Wallace sighed as he cradled the lad's head in his hands, and as the boy looked up at him Essex let his lips slide down the slowly stiffening cock, almost down to the base until it got too thick to manage, and then slowly retreated. "No hands," Wallace whispered, and Essex complied, moving his hands over to the old man's lips and moving his head forward and backward, and although as it become erect the lad wasn't able to go down as far he was still sucking on half of the soon to be 9". "That's it," the old man sighed as his hands stroked Essex's lean tanned arms and shoulders, his long wrinkled fingers dipping under the boy's upraised arms to toy with the sparse wisps of hair hiding in the hollows that felt as soft as it had looked. "But I must get you more comfortable too." Wallace reluctantly helped the lad to his feet, fearful that given how aroused he was and how adept Essex was at fellatio the end might come too soon, but he was also anxious to see his young lover. "Let me unwrap my present now," Wallace said as his erection bounced off the lad hip, and as he grabbed the bottom of the baggy tank top Essex lifted his arms up to accommodate him. "You're a vision to these aging eyes," Wallace said as he examined the lean upper torso, ignoring the scraped and bruises and concentrated on the smooth chest, a pale white compare to the tanned arms that made the tiny nipples stand out even more. "So cute." "Glad you like me as much as I do you," Essex said as he bit his lower lip seductively and put his hands behind his head, and they both smiled when Wallace looked over at the little wisps of gold the young man was obviously flaunting. "You're perfect," Wallace told him as he leaned over and kissed the downy caverns, something that Essex seemed to enjoy. "Really sensitive there," Essex admitted to the smiling senior. "I know," the senior replied as he bent back down and let his tongue caress what his fingers and lips had already enjoyed while the slender lad writhed in place. "That's why you seem to be offering your beautiful armpits to me. "Oh man," Essex moaned as the old man leaned into him, the results of his affection evident through the lad's shorts. "Did I do that?" Wallace mused as his thigh pressed against him. "You know you did," Essex said. "But I was already turned on by you anyway." "I'm so glad," Wallace said as he grabbed the top of Essex's shorts and slowly led him over to the bed where the senior sat down on the edge. "Afraid my knees aren't what they used to be. Now let's get a look at you." Wallace's long bony fingers undid the lad's shorts, and after unbuttoning them they dropped right to the carpet, but the old man's eyes didn't follow them but stayed focused in front of him where an obviously aroused penis was testing the fabric of the tight white briefs. Wallace's heart raced as he enjoyed the faint trail of blonde down that led to the elastic of the underwear, but the goodies in the briefs were what excited him most, and he was pleasantly surprised at the size of the bulge that reached over towards the lad's bony hip. "My, you certainly didn't get cheated, did you Essex?" the kindly senior said as he brought his hand up to run along the length of the protuberance. "Quite a big boy aren't you?" "Ohhh!" Essex groaned as Wallace teased the still growing pouch, the lad wiggling and shifting his weight from foot to foot. "Like that, don't you?" Wallace chided as he kept gently rubbing his cock from outside the cotton. "I do too. Didn't expect a slight lad like you to be so well endowed." While the lad's penis seemed to be slender, the length was a definite shock to the old man, and as the wet spot began to form at the end of the protuberance he decided that he could wait no longer so he took the elastic in hand and carefully pulled it around the erection the briefs barely contained. "Ah!" Wallace sighed as he managed to work the underwear around the obstacle, and as the organ was freed it swayed around the senior's face, arching slightly upward to reveal the tiny hairless pouch beneath it. "Worth waiting for indeed." "Mister - I'm not too good at - self control," Essex admitted as Wallace admired the pale slender prong that was so erect the skin strained at the roots, clearly visible through the very light dusting of dirty blonde curls. "Is that so?" Wallace said as he leaned forward, and as he got close he recalled that Essex had lamented having been circumcised. While he understood the boy's emotion, the old man also thought that the beauty of the glans before him, very long and conical and shaped like a work of art, it being hidden by a foreskin would have been almost a crime. The old man's lips met the dripping tip of the throbbing organ and they slid down the pulsating dick, slowly and wetly, all the way down what had to be 6 or 7 inches of manhood until his nose was in the soft pubes. "I can't - can't," Essex cried out as the lips went back to the tip, and by the time Wallace leaned forward again the message was understood and ignored as the old man's hands gripped the lad's taut buttocks. "AW!" Essex howled as his knees buckled a little from the force of his orgasm sent him reeling. The combination of the old man's hands and Essex holding onto Wallace's head kept him upright as he spurted volley after volley down the very accepting and experienced throat, and even after his ejaculations ended the senior kept nursing on the sweet dick until it was completely limp. "Delightful appetizer," Wallace said as he let go of the lad. "Being such a young and virile young man I trust I'll be able to enjoy some more of your sweet nectar." "Oh yeah," Essex said with a grin as the senior put the lad on his knee, and as he reached down and slow pulled on Wallace's semi-turgid cock he asked him what he could do to make him happy. "I'm having a wonderful time Essex," Wallace replied as he leaned over to nibbled on the lad's nipple. "Don't know if you're into it or not," Essex said bashfully, "but if you want to..." "What is it son?" Wallace asked. "Doesn't seem your style to be shy." "I feel funny asking for it," Essex said and then leaned over and whispered in the old man's ear. "If you want my ass - I really like it." "Are you sure?" Wallace asked, stunned and overjoyed at hearing that. "Yes. Never had one this big before but yeah, I love it. I could sit on this big boy and ride all night," Essex said. "All we need is..." "Go over to my suitcase," Wallace instructed, and as Essex hopped off his lap and walked across the room the senior looked at the cute little butt wiggle and smiled. "In the pouch on the inside." "Cool," Essex said as he grabbed the tube of lube and headed back to the grinning old man. "What's so funny?" "Nothing. I was just trying to decide whether when you walked you looked sexier from the back or the front," Wallace said. "I can't decide." "Oh. I thought you were laughing at how little my dick is limp," Essex explained as he handed over the lube and reached down to pull on the organ which was quite small indeed in the flaccid state. "It's embarrassing in the locker room and stuff when guys used to laugh." "You're a grower to be sure," Wallace replied as he gave the perfect glans a kiss. "Too bad those fellows that were amused couldn't see you in all your glory like I have." "Now why don't you lie down for me Essex?" Wallace suggested, and after the lad complied Wallace crawled between the boy's thighs, spreading them out and then cupping the perfect buttocks in his large hands, lifting them and spreading them to examine the prize. "You're a work of art son," Wallace noted as his eyes went down from the hairless pouch, down the perineum to an pink hued anus that looked so pristine that it looked unused for any purpose. Wallace sucked on the adorable testicles, first the left and then the right before taking the whole sac in his mouth for a few seconds, marveling that such a modest factory could have produced the copious amount of seed he had just swallowed. Just Passing Through The lad had his legs over the old man's shoulders, writhing around as Wallace's tongue slid up and down the taint before moving to the balloon knot, and when the senior's talented tongue began to work its magic Essex really began to squirm around. "Oh damn Wallace!" Essex cried out in surprise as the senior licked and probed the tender orifice that he would be enjoying even more very shortly. "You're eating my ass!" That was obvious, and it was also obvious that even if the lad had been rimmed before he suspected that it hadn't been done by an artist like Wallace who took pride in his work. The fact that Essex was so cute made him work harder, and because the lad loved it he kept going until his tongue began to ache. When Wallace finally straightened up he saw that the formerly tiny penis was once again hard, and the arching prong that reached up to the teen's navel was so tempting that it wasn't easy for the senior to not attack it once more. Instead Wallace opened the lube and poured some on his finger, and Essex held his ass apart so that the index finger could enter a little easier, but it was a tight fit. He took his time, gradually coaxing the greased digit into the hot cavity while the lad moaned. "Hard to believe you've had anything in here before," Wallace mused aloud as he spun deeper. "You're tight." "I know," Essex moaned. "Sensitive too," he noted as the expression on Essex's face gave that away. "Sometimes if I'm alone," Essex grunted. "I - get myself off - like this - don't even have to touch my dick." "Hard to believe," Wallace suggested. "The part about you being alone I mean. College boys must not be like they were in my time." "Professors," Essex said. "They - like me - better." "Understandable." "Give me another - finger." "With pleasure," Wallace said, and after greasing up the middle finger pushed the two digits into the puckered ring. "Oh man!" Essex wailed loudly as the fingers corkscrewed into him, with Wallace enjoying the way the lad writhed in the bedding as he loosened up the tiny orifice. "How am I doing?" "Good - want your cock though," the senior was told, and after the fingers came out Essex scrambled up and grabbed the lube. "Love to prime up cocks," Essex chirped as he lathered up Wallace's manhood, his slick fist making the cock hard and throbbing. "Do you cum quick?" "Not usually," Wallace said. "Although you excite me so much I'm not so sure." "You can have me anyway you want, but I want to ride this big boy at least a little." "Very well son. I'll keep that in mind. Be a treat to lay back and enjoy your ride, but first..." Wallace declared as he maneuvered the teen onto all fours and wasted no time in putting the knob of his member at the puckered gate. "OHHH!" the two sang almost in unison as the bulbous head eased in slowly, and Wallace gently moved the tip in and out, pushing a little deeper with each thrust. "Okay son?" Wallace asked as he leaned over Essex, hugging him as he nudged a little more into the vise-like cavity, and the boy's head nodded vigorously in response. "Freaking huge!" Essex gasped and quickly added, "Don't you dare stop. I want it all." "Spunky lad," Wallace muttered in praise as he straightened back up, taking his bony hips in his weathered hands and getting into a steady rhythm, gradually picking it up as the lad's amazing orifice contracted around his cock. Wallace forced himself not to look at the sweet thing who was presenting himself to him because he didn't want to cum, so he looked at the picture above the bed instead. Essex let out a little grunt each time Wallace pushed forward, and it sounded to the senior much like Robert Plant in the middle of Whole Lotta Love, so much so that he picked up the tempo so the ah-ah-ah-ah matched his mental melody. The old man recalled being about Essex's age when he saw the just-formed Led Zeppelin in a little roller skating rink in Schenectady, and now he was taking a teen whose parents probably weren't born then. "Your turn," Wallace said as his back tightened, reluctantly pulled out and rolling onto his back, and the lithe and limber Essex was on top of him in a flash, squatting over his cock. "Damn! Feels even bigger this way," Essex exclaimed as he eased down on the flesh monolith, his eyes rolling back in his skull as he impaled himself, and then Essex began bobbing up and down like he was riding a horse on a merry-go-round. "Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah," Essex chanted as he bounced, pulling at his shaggy locks, and Wallace had to close his eyes because the boy looked so sexy he was having trouble not cumming. Even with his eyes closed he still could see the sweet twink, his smooth sleek body sparkling with sweat that rained down on the senior. The boy's fully engorged cock had been flying around wildly, the long prong swinging around in every direction as he went into another gear, treating Wallace like he was a trampoline. "Don't cum yet! Please don't cum," Essex cried out frantically, so frenzied that Wallace opened his eyes to look, and his timing was perfect. Essex's face looked like Edward's Munch's The Scream as he clutched his scalp, and then Wallace looked down just in time to watch the lad's swaying cock erupt, sending jets of semen all over the senior's hairy chest and the surrounding area. Essex simply fell down on Wallace's cock, completely impaling himself as his orgasm ebbed, but then his cock started bobbing again and a few more spurts came out before it finally ended. By then though Wallace was cumming as well and the lad smiled when he felt the huge tool twitching inside of him. Essex moved a little up and down while the old man's seed filled his bowels,with Wallace letting out a long moan as he came. "That was so perfect," Essex declared as he eased down so his body was on top of the senior's hairy chest which was covered with sweat and cum. "I was hoping you could hold off until I came." "I'm glad I did, but looking at you I lost control," Wallace replied. "That was quite the sight watching you orgasm without touching yourself." "I think somewhere along the line when I was developing in Mom, some parts got mixed up," Essex explained as the cock inside him began to slither out. "I think I got a clitoris instead of a sphincter because I - oh! That felt good going out too." "It's a gift son," Wallace told him. "You're lucky your room has two beds," Essex observed as he rolled over onto his back in the very used bed, putting his hands behind his neck and looking at the ceiling. "Yes, we did a number on this one didn't we," Wallace responded as he rolled over onto his side and looked at his young lover who looked much like Wallace figured he did, an total mess. "I must stink," Essex said when he saw the senior looking under his arm, but Wallace shook his head. "Not at all son," Wallace assured him as he winked before running his tongue through the hollow, over the wisp of hair plastered against the pale skin, causing the lad to giggle and squirm. "You smell and taste delicious." "Still, I suppose a shower is in order," Wallace noted. "I'm sure you have places to go and people to see." "No, I don't have class until 11 in the morning," Essex informed him. "So just give me a nudge when you've had enough of me." "Not likely son. Check out time is 11," Wallace noted. "I could drive you up to the campus after breakfast in the morning." "Awesome. Beats rolling up there." "And we have another bed," Wallace said. "A clean one fit for sleeping in." "Tired?" "Not really. I suppose we could enjoy each other some - although not with the intensity of the last hour or so." "Sounds like fun. I like to cuddle and stuff," Essex said as they got up from the bed. "Stuff. I like stuff too," the senior said as he patted the lad's bare butt. "Who gets the shower first?" "I was kinda hoping we could take one together," Essex suggested. "I would love that, but I suspect that soaping each other might lead to - stuff maybe?" Wallace opined, and after the lad laughed he added, "Remember though, I'm an old geezer, so in case I can't..." "Let me worry about that Wallace," Essex said. "I have my ways." "I'm sure you do son," the senior sighed. "I'm certain of it." *** thank you for reading