2 comments/ 20562 views/ 1 favorites Red Satin By: Lady Lilith It was her first Valentines Day with her new boyfriend. They had been dating since last June, eight months, it had seemed longer. She never really thought that they would make it this far, yet here she is getting ready for the big night that she had planned for them. Dinner maybe a movie, if they could manage to keep their hands off each other long enough to sit in a theater and watch a movie. Just then she heard a knock on the door, it was him. Her blood was rushing threw her veins making her warm all over. She rushed over to the door, looking out the peep whole she saw him. He looked so good; she was almost scared to open the door. When the door opened she lost her breath, he was wearing a black tailored suit that fit him just right. He had red roses in his hand and a smile on his face. She couldn’t help but smile herself. When he walked in he bent to give her a slow deep kiss that almost knocked her right off her feet. Smiling up at him she could see that he really did love her. They had been saying the L word to each other for a while now but for some reason she wasn’t totally sure if he really meant it, or if he was saying it just to say it. Walking past her and into the room he could see a few candles were lit around the living room. She took the flowers and made sure that they were put in a place where they had some sun light but could also be seen by anyone that walked into her house. It was like she had perma grin on her face any time he was around her or if she even thought about him during the day. He made her so happy she just couldn’t help it. He was looking at her like he had never seen her before, she felt a little self conscious. Suddenly he got a big grin on his face, a smile that told her that he greatly approved of the dress that she had picked out to wear. The dress was blood red satin, smooth and silky. It was a slip dress that if she had worn any kind of underwear under the dress you would see it. He pulled her to him again and kissed her, this time with more passion letting her know that he really approved of her choice in clothing. Pulling away from the kiss she let him know that it was time to go to dinner. She locked the door and he grabbed her hand walking them to the car. When she got in she saw a small blue bag on the floor in front of her seat. Wondering what it could be she started to reach for it but he grabbed it from her before she could look inside. He smiled and told her it was for later. It had to be something good for him to make her wait, he was a lot like her, couldn’t really wait to give a gift. He got in the car and they drove to the restaurant. On the way there he had his hand on her leg; he could feel the heat from her body threw the satin. Slowly he moved his hand up her thigh, under her skirt. She spread her legs some giving him access to her. His fingers could feel that she had shaved just for him, for this night. With an evil grin on his face he began to play with her clit. Her head lolled back against the seat and a moan escaped her lips. With her eyes closed and her hand on his she let him bring her closer to orgasm. One of his fingers moved lower and entered her; she gasped and moved her hips against his hand more. She was so close, she could feel it building more, and then the car stopped. Her eyes flew open to see where they were. He was parking the car but his hand never left her. Moving her hips faster against his hand she could feel herself starting to fall over the edge. She came with such force that she started to scream, but then she remembered where she was. Looking over at him she smiled and kissed him hard on the lips. He still had that grin on his face, the one that told her he was keeping count tonight and that he was planning on making her come as many times as he could. Knowing what she was in for she could only smile back at him and fix her dress. Once inside the restaurant they sat at the table and ordered. The waitress was walking around with a basket of flowers. He called the waitress over and bought another rose. He told her that she had to have one for the road. All she could do was blush, she never had anyone give her this much attention. Once they were done eating it was time to go. She told him about possibly going out to a movie, but he didn’t really want to. They got back to the car and he went to open the door for her, as he did she stood next to him and placed her hand on his crotch. The battle was on, he knew now that he was in for a fun ride home. After they were in the car and on the road she shifted in her seat. Moving so she was facing him she began to run her hand up his leg. He had a soft smile on his lips when she leaned over to kiss his neck. Her hand found what it was looking for and she never thought that he could be so hard. She whispered in his ear to take the long way home and to keep his eyes on the road. He chuckled a little but as soon as she undid his belt and zipper he stopped laughing. Her hand moved up and down the length of him. He felt so soft and smooth yet at the same time hard as steel. Adjusting herself she bent down and kissed the head of his cock. Her tongue came out and licked the first few drops of pre cum that started to form. She then ran her tongue down the side to the base. Moving back up him she then took him in all in one shot. He gasped and moaned as she began to work on him. Running her tongue around the tip in circles almost made him lose control of the car. A small giggle escaped her lips. Sucking harder and moving faster she could feel his balls tighten. She knew he was close. Looking up for a brief second she noticed that they were coming to a stop light. Just as they were stopping she went back to work and sucked on him hard and fast. Just before the light turned he came, shaking and groaning. Lifting her head the light turned and a horn honked behind them. With a giggle she wiped her lips and the car began to move again. The score was even and they were on their way back to her place. Once the car pulled up to her house he was out of the car in a flash. She noticed that he had the little blue gift bag with him and her heart jumped. Getting out of the car he practically pulled her up the walk way. Digging her keys out of her bag and opening the door she could feel his excitement. He pulled her against him and she felt that he was hard again. A smile crossed her face again knowing that she did that to him, knowing she had that kind of effect on him made her hot. Before things went any further he stopped her and made her sit on the couch. He handed her the blue bag and her heart started racing. Opening the bag she saw a little black box, her fingers were shaking. She could hardly hold the box still. Taking it from her hands he opened it for her and she saw a 3 stone diamond necklace in white gold. A small tear started to roll down her cheek and he stopped it with a kiss. She turned and he placed the necklace around her neck. At first it felt strange and cold on her skin but then it warmed and it felt right to have there. It also felt right that it was from him. Turning around again to face him she kissed him with such force she almost knocked him off the couch. Nothing needed to be said. He stood and took her hand, leading her to the bedroom. There was a surprised look on his face when he saw that there was a new bed in her room and that it was covered in red satin, just like the dress she was wearing. They walked into the room and she turned and began to undress him. He looked at her as if he was going to stop her but he didn’t. Removing his tie and his shirt was the most fun. Then once he was naked she made him sit on the bed. The satin was cold at first and it gave him a slight chill but then it felt hot against his skin. He laid back and began to relax against the feel of the satin on his skin. Looking up he saw that there was more satin in strips tied to the bed posts, he then began to put things together. Crawling onto the bed she kicked off her shoes. Slowly she moved up his body kissing him and making a path up to his right arm. Taking his hand in hers she moved it up to the satin strip and tied his hand in place. Then moving to his left arm she did the same thing, the whole time she still wore her dress. His eyes followed her movements and saw the warm candle light in her eyes. She smiled down at him and turned around so her pussy was right in his face. He grinned and began to kiss her thighs. A soft moan came bubbling up from her throat as she began to work on his cock again. Taking her time she licked his cock like she was licking an ice cream cone. Up one side then down the other and circling the tip, the sucking him in all at once, letting her teeth lightly drag on him as her head came back up, that alone made a loud moan escape his lips. She felt that rumbling moan on her clit and she couldn’t help but shiver. His tongue flicked against her clit and she bucked her hips. It was like a battle, tongues licking at each others core heat trying to get the other to come first. She won the battle, just as she thought she couldn’t handle anymore she felt his balls tighten, just like in the car and he exploded. The sound that came from him was almost like a wild animal. She took all that he had to offer her. Then she heard the headboard squeak and she knew that he was trying to get loose to make her come just as hard. Before he could get lose she had moved, turned herself around to sit on his legs facing him. A wicked smile was on her face and she held up 2 fingers showing that she was up on him by 1 orgasm. Lazily she laid her head on his chest and kissed him, moving her hands up his arms and back down to his nipple, she toyed with him. She always liked to play with his nipples, thought that it was kind of funny how a man’s could get just as hard if not harder than a women’s. She noticed that there was something growing hard against her tummy. Moving her head she looked at him and that evil look was back. Sitting up she took off her dress and threw it the floor. Moving up to straddle him, she could feel the head of his rock hard cock pressing against her opening. Slowly she took him into her, her breathing changed and became more ragged. She looked into his eyes and saw that they had darkened in color and were glassed over. Her hands were on his chest and she could feel the muscles working, he was trying to get loose from his ties. Finally she reached up and undid the knots. Before she know what was happening he changed positions and was on top of her. She loved the feel of his body on top of her, pushing his full length into her making her wetter. He loved it when she was so wet that he was covered in her juices. Pushing harder and faster he could tell she wouldn’t last much longer. Her clit was on fire and she was so close, then she felt him shift, moving his hand between them to rub her clit. That was all it took. Once he touched her she was done for, she had 3 orgasms one on top of the other and she knew she lost this battle. She may have lost but she wouldn’t want to lose any other way. When she hit her third orgasm he cam right along with her, moaning and screaming. The room was warm and the sheets were all over the bed tangled in limbs. Her head was spinning and her eyes couldn’t focus, she had a big grin on her face and it just wouldn’t go away. Once the world stopped spinning and they both could breath she got out of bed. Walking over to the dresser she blew out the candles and walked to the window. With the window open the room started to cool off, he walked up behind her and kissed her neck, he could still taste the sweat on her skin. He whispered to her that she looked good in diamonds and that he may have to find her some more to wear. With that said she tuned and kissed him, grabbed his hand and pulled him back to bed, that was all it took to start the battle again. Red Satin Panties Kyle Bryce turned off the shower in the cheap motel room his new benefactor had gotten for them to stay in, and the teen had to admit that after a couple of days on the road it felt good to be fresh again. The shower was Mr. Wilbur's idea, although Kyle was going to take advantage of the facility anyway, because the way this cross-country trip was going he had no idea when he could take another shower. Mr. Wilbur - which was all Kyle knew him as - was a distinguished looking businessman type who Kyle guessed to be in his sixties, and right from the start after picking Kyle up just outside of Utica, New York he made it clear what he was looking for. "I adore cute boys like you," Mr. Wilbur had said before the car even got up to speed, and when Kyle told him that he wasn't a kid but 18 going on 19, the older man grinned as his hand came across the car and onto the hitchhiker's lap and groped around until he found what he was looking for, "All the better." Kyle was used to getting hit on by men like Mr. Wilbur, mostly because of his boyish good looks and wholesome appearance, even though when it came to sex the sweet young man was every bit as nasty as the predators were. After Kyle got out of the shower, drying his long blonde hair briskly with the threadbare motel towel, he immediately noticed that his clothes were gone. The teen knew that Mr. Wilbur had come into the bathroom while he was showering, and apparently the purpose was to take his clothes. What was left was the one now-soggy towel Kyle was using and one other thing, something that Mr. Wilbur had placed on the sink. A pair of red satin panties. The teen picked them up and smiled as his fingers rubbed the soft satin, realizing that while he had done a few kinky things in the previous promiscuous year of his life, this was new for him. Drying himself thorough, Kyle gave his modest-sized penis a couple of tugs before stepping into the panties, which were very snug and left nothing to the imagination after he finally managed to squeeze into them. After running his hands through his still moist scalp to put a little order into the mop-top look, the teen took a deep breath and turned the knob of the door, wondering what else was in store for him out in the motel room. *** Roger Wilbur sat patiently on the edge of the lumpy bed, waiting for the sweet lad he had picked up to emerge from the shower. Little Kyle was so cute and innocent that he didn't realize how lucky he was to have been picked up by someone as nice as he was, given how many genuinely nasty men were out there. Not that Roger Wilbur's thoughts about the boy were pure. Far from it, but he would never harm a fly, and although he hadn't said it yet he was fully prepared to drive the lad most of the way to his destination - almost 1400 miles away - and was going to make sure he caught a bus for the rest of his journey. That would mean at least a couple more nights in motels with the lad, and Roger chuckled at the prospect of that, mumbling to himself "It's a dirty job but somebody has to it," just as the bathroom door opened. "Beautiful," Roger heard himself whisper as the lad appeared in the doorway, and although the panties should have been a size larger their snug fit outlined everything that was underneath. Hard to believe Kyle was almost 19, and while that was what the lad had said Roger didn't believe him, and his brief examination of the lad's private parts as he groped him while driving hadn't altered the senior citizen's opinion. After checking the boy's wallet while he was showering the old man learned that Kyle Everett Bryce of Averill Park, New York would indeed only be 18 for 5 more weeks, making the sight of the nearly naked lad not only visually appealing but legally right. Kyle stood nervously in the bathroom doorway as the steam crept out from the shower and gave the dimly lit room an eerie look to it, and that look was amplified by the elderly man who had picked the hitchhiker up and was now sitting on the very edge of the bed. Mr. Wilbur was naked except for a pair of black socks which went up to his ankles, and his tall and skinny body looked ghostly pale as his grandfatherly face broke into a broad smile at his young protege's entrance. Kyle's attention was drawn to the long, slender cock that hung lazily between the old man's thighs and the low-hanging balls that swung behind the uncircumcised organ, with the tapestry of veins that ran much of the length of the flaccid hose giving it an even more imposing look. "Come here son," Mr. Wilbur called out to Kyle, extending his arm outward to the nervous lad, and as Kyle walked across the threadbare carpet the old man leaned even closer onto the end of the bed, caused his dangling cock to sway like a metronome briefly as he parted his legs to guide Kyle to step between them. "I see you found the undies," Mr. Wilbur said as he had the young man stand between his legs and lean back against his bony knee, and as his weathered hand came up to stroke the soft slickness he added, "I should have given you a larger size since you seem to be a bigger fellow than I thought." Roger Wilbur had the same panties in several sizes waiting in his suitcase, but since they wouldn't be on much longer he decided to wait until tomorrow night for those. Instead he let his hand slide to the front of the panties, where the slim outline of the lad's penis was starkly visible as it was pressed horizontally to the left. "Oh!" Roger sighed when it seemed that the cock his fingers was stroking was rigid. "You have an erection?" "Yeah," Kyle said as he squirmed in place, the prickly hairs on the senior legs ticking his bare skin. "My dick is really squished in these panties." "That it is," Mr. Wilbur noted, smiling when he saw a little wet spot appear at the end of the bulge, and as his hands went lower to rub the balls outline below it he noted. "Your penis is so hard, and I'm bet you cum real good, don't you?" "Yes sir," Kyle said, his body shivering as the man's touching got him more and more excited and the wet spot got more expansive in the satin. "And I'll bet that if I kept rubbing your stiff prick like this, you would probably have an orgasm really soon too, wouldn't you honey?" the kindly senior suggested, and when Kyle nodded vigorously Roger Wilbur nodded and stopped rubbing. "Do you like the way the panties feel against your skin?" Roger asked the lad. "Yeah I guess, but they're really tight,' Kyle said as he leaned back against the senior's inner thigh and put his hand on his bony knee "Forgive me but I want to take a peek at what's inside these pretty red undies before you make a mess in them," Roger commented. "You don't mind, do you son?" "No sir," Kyle said, and with that Roger took the elastic top of the flaming red undies and pulled them outward while peeking down at the lad's privates, smiling when he saw the pale prong in the cramped confines. "Oh my, look at you," Roger said approvingly before letting go of the elastic. "That seems like a rather long penis you have there, especially for such a little fellow like you." "Not near as big as yours is mister," Kyle mumbled as he glanced down at the limp brown cock swinging lazily in front of the edge of the mattress. "Well I don't know about that, but you didn't get cheated, that's for sure, and I bet that all of this playing around I've been doing makes you want some relief. Am I right?" "Yes sir," Kyle said as the man's hand went back to his bulge. "Well I remember when I was 18 and I could have orgasms pretty much non-stop," Mr. Wilbur recalled. "But I think we'll have a look at the rest of you first. Was the shower refreshing?" "Yes sir," Kyle replied as the old man's long wrinkled fingers came up from the panties and onto his stomach. "Mmm... your skin is so soft. Soft and so smooth," Mr. Wilbur noted as his hand caressed the lad's nicely toned upper torso which looked as pure as the driven snow, with none of the garish tattoos many of his generation fancied. Just creamy white skin, only broken by the rather plump dusty rose nipples, and as the old man's arm reached around Kyle's slim body to rub his left nipple Mr. Wilbur leaned over and kissed the right one. "Do you like that?" he asked as the lad's chest began to heave noticeable, and when the boy nodded Roger wrapped his lips around the bud and suckled on it passionately, his eyes darting up to see the lad's reaction as the nipple stiffened in his mouth "I can see you like it honey," Mr. Wilbur noted as he glanced down and saw that the bulge in Kyle's red satin panties seemed to have grown a bit more, along with the wet spot which was still expanding. "Oh my. How I wish I could still get that hard." Mr. Wilbur felt some of the tension beginning to leave the boy, perhaps in part due to the fib the old man had made about the lad's endowment, as he stayed in place between his thighs. The senior citizen let his thumb ride once more over the pulsating dick trapped in the panties, the bulge about ready to explode through the satin, before returning to examine the rest of the lad's treasures. "Mmmm... you smell so nice now," Mr. Wilbur said as he nibbled around Kyle's nipples, causing Kyle to sigh and put his elbow on the senior's shoulder to balance himself. "And what's this then?" After Kyle had raised his arm up Mr. Wilbur's attention was drawn to Kyle's exposed armpit, and the little pocket was creamy and smooth save for a few golden hairs that sprouted from the center of the gentle hollow. The old man breathed softly under the boy's arm, causing the hairs to flutter in the breeze. Nothing like the thick tufts under his own arms but looking more like a blonde Daddy Long Legs was resting in the creamy hollow, and after the senior kissed the fine hairs Kyle shivered and giggled. "Did you like that?" Mr. Wilbur asked, and when Kyle nodded and giggled again the old man buried his face under the lad's arm and kissed him some more, but when the old man pulled his slender arm up higher and the kisses turned into licks the giggling stopped. "You like that too, don't you babe?" the senior added, and as he looked at the hairs plastered by his saliva against the pale skin he mused about how the young man would feel about having them gently plucked out - maybe the next night when they knew each other better. "It felt - I dunno - tingly?" Kyle suggested, and Mr. Wilbur nodded. "You have some hair down there too I noticed?" he asked, nodded towards the red satin panties which were mostly crimson now thanks to the lad's dripping dick. "Yes sir." "Well, I think it's about time we got these panties off of you," Roger observed as he moved Kyle around so that they were directly facing each other. "Have you worn anything like these before?" "No sir." "Did you like them? Do you like the way they feel on you? Does it make your prick excited?" Kyle blushed a little and hesitated before shrugging his shoulders and nodding, mentioning, "Guess I'm weird." "No son, you're perfect. Perfect in every way," Mr. Wilbur exclaimed, leaning forward and kissing the lad's chest before beginning to coax the soggy panties down. "My, they are snug," the senior exclaimed as he struggled with them, managing to get them down far enough to expose the modest nest of golden curls. "It's a wonder you were able to get them on at all." "Don't want to hurt you," Roger Wilbur said as he was forced to wipe the sweat from his brow as the elastic of the top of the panties pulled Kyle's erection down with them, exposing more and more of the pale shaft before the lad's manhood sprang free almost into the old man's face, bobbing and twitching as it was able to arch upward after being set free. "You're even more beautiful than I had imagined," Roger Wilbur almost sobbed as he managed to get the panties down and off the lad while his eyes stayed focused on the slim six inches of hard flesh which was so stiff that the organ actually curved back up towards the lad's belly, exposing a perfect pair of balls wrapped in a hairless wrinkled pouch. It was Kyle's balls that the old man's hand reached for first, rolling the modest nuggets in his palm as the rigid circumcised dick twitched madly above them. The skin of the lad's penis was so taut that the underside of his manhood looked like piano wire stretched out and the pinkish bell-shaped glans looked almost translucent. Roger Wilbur's tongue flicked at the cleft under that glans before licking around the bulb, his hands now holding Kyle's buttocks and lightly kneading them as he made love to the lad's magnificent organ. "Ohhhh!" Kyle groaned, his hands squeezing thee old man's shoulders as Mr. Wilbur let his tongue run flatly along the underside of Kyle's cock, only once letting his lips slide down the throbbing dick before letting the organ rest on his tongue like a plane on the runaway. "I can't take it. You're gonna make me squirt!" "You want to cum, don't you babe? Your dick looks ready to explode," Roger Wilbur said before going back to just letting the underside of the lad's cock slide along his tongue, knowing that any second his ejaculations would be shooting into his open mouth and down his eager throat. "Yes," Kyle almost cried. "Please. I can't hold it back." "Then make it so," Mr. Wilbur said a second before a rope of semen flew out of the lad's prong and right down to the back of his throat, and after the jerking dick spurted a couple of more times into his open mouth the old man took the twitching prick in and let his lips go down to the base while the boy kept cumming and cumming until both he and his weapon went limp. Kyle's body was still shaking as his orgasm ebbed, and Roger kept sucking on the lad's manhood even after it deflated, his lips unwilling to let go as they stayed attached to the base of the spent stem as the cloud-like pubic hair caressed his face. "You liked that, didn't you honey?" Roger said after finally letting the lad's cock out of his mouth while still savoring the taste of the nectar that remained. Oh man, you suck dick even better than Mr. Gregg," Kyle exclaimed as he looked down at the kindly old man. "Is that so?" Roger asked, pausing to give the dripping bulb a swipe of his tongue so as not to miss a single drop. "And who might Mr. Gregg be?" "He was my soccer coach back in high school," Kyle explained. "He used to keep me late after practice to help me work on my defense, and then we would shower together afterward." "Oh," Roger said. "Well, while I don't necessarily approve of such a thing, I think that it would be hard to resist such a treasure like you. Did you and Mr. Gregg do anything else?" "Yeah," Kyle said. "You know - stuff." "Did you suck on the coach's penis?" Roger asked, and after Kyle shrugged and nodded he continued. "Did you like doing it?" "Yeah, but I don't think I did it very well." "Well, I bet you did just fine," Roger suggested, unable to resist leaning forward and taking the lad's limp noodle between his lips and stretching it out before releasing it. "And did he do anything else to you?" "Come on, you can tell me," Roger said, cupping his hand around Kyle as the lad giggled and blushed. "Tell me - did his put his penis in your bottom?" "If I tell you, you won't tell anybody will you?" Kyle asked. "I wasn't supposed to tell what happened." "I promise," the old man swore, having no idea who would care besides old perverts like himself. "Yes, he did. He made me bend over in the shower and touch my toes, and then he pushed his dick into my ass." "I see," Roger said as he squeezed the firm buttocks that the horny soccer coach had beaten the old man to. "Nothing to be ashamed of honey. The important question is did you like it?" "Not at first, but after a while..." Kyle admitted, his voice trailing off. "Then that's all the matters," Roger responded as he cupped the butt cheek in his palm. "So tell me honey, do you think you will let me do that to your bottom too?" "I dunno," Kyle said as he cast a wary eye down below. "Your dick is way bigger than Mr. Gregg's." "But it's not erect yet," Roger offered. "Who knows, maybe mine gets smaller when it gets hard." "Does it?" "Only one way to find out," Roger declared as he scooped up the lad's panties before he rose from the bed, and as he stood up he eased Kyle down to his knees on the cheap motel carpet. Roger looked down approvingly as the teen's hand lifted up the flaccid tube, and after a few brief seconds of wrestling with the rubbery snake the older man suggested he use both hands to better control it. "That's it honey," Roger sighed as Kyle's mouth took in the tip of his uncut hose and managed to get his lips down to just below the ridge of the head which now glistened under the saliva on his foreskin, the old man's right hand running through Kyle's shaggy light brown curls while his other hand rubbed the satin panties. "Suck Daddy's cock - make it big and hard for us." As Roger's manhood began to get longer and stiffer the lad found it easier to handle, and as his lips started to reach his fist Roger brought the panties down and had the teen hold his cock over the satin so that the panties slid up and down his rigid tool along with Kyle's fists. "Oh yes," Roger Wilbur groaned as his manhood became fully engorged. "Daddy loves the way your panties feel on his cock." "Oh man," Kyle gasped and he pulled his lips off the veiny monster long enough to take a breath. "Mister, your dick didn't get smaller. It's freaking huge. It's as big as my arm." "You like Daddy's big cock son?" Roger asked, and when Kyle looked at him with a confused expression Roger let the panties fall back to the carpet and rubbed the lad's cheek. "You don't mind if I say that do you? Saying I'm your Daddy I mean?" "Don't know my Dad," Kyle said as he held onto the old man's cock with both fists and felt it throbbing. "I'd love to be your daddy, even if we're just pretending,' Roger said softly. "Okay?" "Good honey," Roger said after Kyle nodded, and then the old man reached down and pulled Kyle up to his feet, and after putting Kyle on all fours on the mattress the senior knelt down and took in the view. "You look so beautiful honey," Roger said, almost sobbing at the tender orbs hanging down loosely in the wrinkled sack and the arching prong that still looked almost painfully erect as it bobbed, and when his weathered hand gently caressed the pouch Kyle groaned in response. "I know you want to cum again honey," Roger noted as he rolled the nuggets in his palm, giving Kyle's ball sac a little twist and he tugged it downward. "And you will. Daddy's going to make sure you cum so good and so often, but first I want to look at your boy pussy." With that the old man let go of Kyle's balls and used his hands to grab the lad's buttocks and spread them apart so he could look at the tiny pink puckered ring which looked so pure that it was hard to believe anything had ever gone in or out of it. "What a gorgeous anus you have son," Roger said, letting go of the one buttock to wipe the sweat off of his brow before leaning forward and burying his face in the lad's ass crack. Roger suddenly realized that he had forgotten to show Kyle his tongue, a rather long muscular hydrostat - the term Roger never forgot that the doctor who Roger's mother had brought him to had described it when she had first noticed it - which was something he liked to exhibit to young fellows before using it on them, but Kyle was going to feel it first instead. "Ooh!" Kyle howled when the old man's tongue first began swabbing the taut opening. "What are you - Mr. Wilbur - you're licking my bottom!" "Don't you like it honey?" Roger asked before ducking his face back in to the steaming crack. "Didn't Mr. Gregg do this to you?" Red Satin Panties "No he never..." Kyle said and then he cried out, his body lurching forward as the old man pressed the tip of his tongue into the ring, and as Roger rammed his tongue into the lad's anus while gripping Kyle's hips the lad cried out loudly. "Omigod! Daddy! Your tongue is going into my ass!" Kyle announced to whomever was in the adjoining rooms. "You like that son?" said the red-faced senior before plunging back in. "You like Daddy fucking your boy pussy with his tongue?" "Yes!" Kyle announced as he ground his face back so more of the serpent like tongue was probing his rectum until he blurted out, "Oh damn - I'm cumming Daddy!" It wasn't until Kyle's untouched cock has already sent out several ropes of his seed onto the bedding that the old man managed to reach under and grab the boy's spurting prong, roughly milking his manhood until it went limp in his hand. "Daddy told you he would make you feel good," didn't he?" Roger said as he struggled to his feet and went over to his bag, licking the boy sap off of his hand before extracting the tube of lube while Kyle looked at him with a dazed expression, still on all fours. "You're really going to try and put your dick in my bottom?" Kyle asked, his eyes focused on the monolith that bobbed in front of the old man as Roger's weathered hand generously coated it with gel. "Yes son, and Daddy will make sure not to hurt you," Roger explained, looking into the bag and deciding he didn't need the band he often put around the base of his cock to keep him stiff, because he was as hard as he could remember getting in recent years. "You just need to relax, okay?" "I'll try daddy," Kyle sniffed as Roger brought the tube with him and he went behind the lad to apply more gel to Kyle's anus. The cool gel made Kyle shiver as the old man slipped his greased finger into his snug orifice, and as Roger spun and probed the steamy cauldron he looked up and saw their reflection in the dresser mirror. Not bad for an old man, Roger mused to himself, only making a face when he saw the hint of love handles that had appeared on his otherwise slim body. They looked so good there in the mirror that Roger was tempted to lift Kyle's head up so he could see but decided against it because he thought that the sight of his glistening weapon was unsettling to the lad before when he thought about where it was going. "Here we go honey," Roger declared as he extracted his finger and looked at the tiny gap his finger had momentarily created, chuckling when he pondered what that little opening would look like when he was through with it. Roger brought the tip of his cock to the slightly relaxed ring, and as he pushed in the senior pondered whether it was wrong of him to be enjoying the cry that Kyle - and all the boys for that matter - let out when he first penetrated their tender rings, but then again by the end they were seldom still crying and soon begged for more. "Oh geez - Mr. Wilbur!" Kyle yelped. "It hurts." "You're doing so good honey. Daddy is real proud of you. Now relax that little boy pussy while I..." "Ow!" Kyle cried out when the ridge of the bulbous head popped into his anus, and Roger's hands gently caressed the boy's back as he paused for a second. "There honey. The worst is over." "Is it all in?" Kyle asked, trying to look over his shoulder in a vain attempt to see. "Almost honey," Roger said, stifling a chuckle when he looked down and saw that there was at least 6" waiting outside the stretched out hole, and while it wouldn't all get in Kyle was definitely going to get some more of it. "Tell me how it feels." "It feels huge Daddy," Kyle said, groaning a little when the old man began to slowly rock back and forth, slipping a little more of himself in ever so gradually as he did while his hands gripped the lad's hips and kept him spread wide open. Mustn't do that, the senior mused when he happened to glance at their image in the mirror. The sight of that old prevert humping the sweet innocent boy like a dog was too much - not to his conscience but to his self-control because it was hard enough not cumming as it was. "But you're liking it, aren't you honey? Starting to feel good?" Roger asked as he reached over and squirted some more lotion into the crack over his cock as he pulled it almost all the way out before plunging back in. "I guess," Kyle gasped as the old man kept thrusting. "Let's see," Roger said as he leaned over Kyle, his moist hairy chest against the lad's back, and after reaching around a groping for a while finally found what he was looking for. "You are liking it!" Roger exclaiming, cackling when his searching hand found the boy's cock curved up towards his belly, just as hard as it had seemed to be virtually all evening. "Your prick is hard again! What a virile young lad you are! Does this feel good?" "Yes Daddy," Kyle responded as the long wrinkle fingers slid up and down his arching plum. "It all feels good - your big dick in my bottom and your hand jerking me off." "You won't be able to cum again, will you son?" Roger asked. "Certainly not again so fast!" "I think so Daddy." "You're an amazing boy and Daddy's very proud of you." Roger said as he kissed Kyle's shoulders while continuing to probe the lad's bowels, and the senior didn't need to look to know how much of his cock was impaled in the boy. "Can you tell me when you're going to cum? Daddy wants to cum with you." "Okay," Kyle said. "Jerk my dick harder Daddy. Rub the tip. That's it. Almost there..." "You going to cum honey?" Roger grunted as his thrusts got brisker and shorter. "Tell Daddy." "Almost," Kyle squealed. "Harder... faster... jerk it... almost... COMING DADDY!!" As the lad screamed Roger looked up at the mirror at the red-faced old man whose eyes were bulging out of his skull, and just as he felt the lad's prick pulsate in his grasp he came as well, filling Kyle's ravaged bowels with what felt like an absurd amount of his seed. "Ooh!" Kyle mooed as the warm sap coated his insides while his dick went limp in the senior citizen's hand, and only then did the lad let his head drop down to the bedding. Roger felt light-headed and his back protested when he finally straightened up, and after his deflated cock slipped out of Kyle he glanced down, shuddering at the gaping hole which had been such a tiny pink ring not long ago. Roger kept looking as the ring slowly contracted back to what it once was, and only then did the old timer fall down on the bed next to Kyle. "Daddy that was so good," Kyle gushed, obviously none the worse for wear, and as the boy snuggled up to Roger and rested his head on the old man's chest he said, "Can we do that some more?" "Not tonight honey," Roger said as he shook his head. "Maybe tomorrow." It was then that Roger told the boy for the first time that he would be driving the lad all the way to his destination instead of just dropping him off near an interstate exit. "Really? You mean I won't have to hitchhike anymore?" "No son, that is if you don't mind being with me for a couple more days - and nights." "Wow, are you kidding Daddy? This was great," Kyle declared." "What this? Is your prick hard again?" Roger exclaimed when he felt something getting hard against his hip. "I can't help it," Kyle said as he nibbled on the old man's nipple while raking his hand through his chest hair. "You get me so excited." "Well, I'll take care of that for you - maybe in the shower. How about if we take one together?" Roger suggested. "Cool," Kyle said, and the odd couple crawled off of the messy bed and walked to the bathroom. "Gotta pee," Kyle said as he lifted the seat while Roger adjusted the water temperature. "Wait son!" Roger said as he looked over at Kyle holding his semi-turgid dick and preparing to let loose. "Don't go in the toilet - go in here." "Huh?" Kyle said, but did as he was told, climbing into the tub with the old man. "Now just pee," Roger said as he strained to kneel in front of the boy. "Go ahead." "On you?" Kyle asked, and after Roger nodded he scrunched up his face. "Just pee on my chest. It's okay honey. Daddy likes it and besides the shower will clean it off," Roger explained as he took the dick from the lad, pulling and wiggling the pale tube. "Can't." "Just close your eyes and relax," Roger said, and as Kyle did what he was told and looked up to the shower head the old man leaned forward just in time to catch the first blast of the hot amber in his face. Roger savored the torrent of salty brine, and when the flow became a trickle he looked up and saw that the boy had looked down at some point, but Kyle looked more confused than anything else, and after Roger wiggled the lad's dick he started to get up. "How does that feel?" Kyle asked as he helped the senior to his feet. "It's an acquired taste, but I adore it and I'm so happy you did that for me," Roger said as the shower washed over them, and seeing the lad's prick rising again he reached down and grabbed it, pulling it over to his limp cock and slipping the pink cone into his long foreskin to rub the tips together for a second. "You looked happy," Kyle said, giggling when he saw his boner get swallowed up into the brown cocoon. "Maybe tomorrow night you can pee on me - not my face but maybe my belly or my dick?" "I would love to," Roger said as Kyle grabbed the soap and started to lather up the old man's chest and bushy armpits, and as the old man enjoyed the attention he was already thinking about how slow he would have to drive to make this journey last an extra day. *** Thank you for reading.