Dooku and Anthony undressed. Dooku felt a little flare of anxiety - he knew Anthony didn't think he was too old, or he wouldn't be here, but Dooku was still concerned that once his clothes were off, the reality of their age difference would be a harsh one.
But it got harder to think, and overanalyze everything - indeed, it just got harder, period - when Anthony was completely naked. Anthony's arms were sculpted without being too bulky; a thin web of scars were directly under well-defined pecs, pink nipples showing through a fine pelt of dark chest hair that led down to Anthony's abs. Anthony's hairy thighs looked like they could crack walnuts. The mound was hairy like the rest of him, and when Anthony sat on the edge of the bed, Dooku got a good look at the petal-like lips pouting at him, glistening, and...
"This is an awkward question," Dooku asked, "but what do you call... your... nether region?"
Anthony fell back on the bed, laughing hysterically. When he sat up, wiping his eyes, he was grinning, face flushed, eyes sparkling. "Nether region. Wow. That's... adorable."
Dooku felt almost annoyed - he was not adorable - but he couldn't be, really; he was glad Anthony seemed amused rather than offended, and oh, that smile.
"I'm glad you asked," Anthony went on. "That's courteous."
"I try to be respectful."
Anthony nodded. "Different trans people are different in how they want to refer to things. I know of some trans guys who still call it a clit, some say cock. Some say pussy, some say hole or front hole. Me personally... this is a cock, and I'm fine with cunt or pussy, though something tells me you've never used those words in your life."
Dooku shifted his weight from one foot to the other, face on fire. "No, I haven't."
Anthony grinned again, then he held out his hands. Dooku walked over and took Anthony's hands, and then climbed onto the bed; Anthony scooted back towards the pillows. For a moment they lay there looking into each other's eyes, then Dooku's gaze wandered over Anthony's body again, admiring him. Getting harder.
"So," Anthony husked, "you're... OK with this? You're not turned off?"
Dooku's cock twitched in response, and Anthony laughed. Dooku pulled him into another kiss. "Not at all," he whispered, and kissed Anthony again. "You are a gorgeous man."
"So are you." Anthony touched Dooku's cheek and came in closer for another kiss. Dooku was exhilarated and relieved.
"May I touch you?" Dooku asked.
"That's why I'm here, innit?"
Now Dooku laughed as well, feeling like an idiot, but it was good to laugh, and Anthony's smile was turning him on even more. Dooku kissed Anthony again, and reached out to slowly caress Anthony's chest, hands sliding down, then up, enjoying the silky chest hair. Dooku's thumbs brushed Anthony's nipples.
"Just so you know, I have almost no sensation there after the top surgery," Anthony said with a small frown.
"Ah. Do you want me to stop -"
"No. I didn't lose sensation everywhere."
Dooku's hands slid down to Anthony's stomach, and back over the chest. Up and down, up and down. Anthony shivered and his breath hitched.
They kissed again, and again. Anthony began kissing Dooku's neck and Dooku groaned, cock pulsing - his neck was deliciously sensitive. When Anthony licked it, Dooku felt almost like he could come from that. Anthony licked, nibbled, and kissed Dooku's neck, and the sweet hollow where neck met shoulder, as Dooku's hands continued to roam over Anthony's chest and stomach, over his arms and back up. Then over the thighs, like steel, feeling the power in them. Dooku's hands trembled as he explored, his cock getting harder and harder, precum flowing down the shaft, electrified by the male beauty before him, and Anthony teasing his neck.
Their mouths met once more, tongues licking, and then Dooku returned the favor, kissing Anthony's neck, breathing in the clean woodsy musk of him, grinding his hard cock against a hairy thigh. Dooku's hands continued to stroke up and down. At last Dooku rolled Anthony onto his back and his lips and tongue followed the trail of his fingers, kissing here, licking there, nibbling, wanting to touch and kiss every inch of him, an act of worship of his first lover. Anthony sighed and moaned, arching to him. As Dooku's kisses moved lower, Anthony spread his thighs wider and Dooku got a better look at the thick lips...
...and what looked much more like a small cock than a clit. It was about two inches long, and even had a foreskin. Anthony saw Dooku looking at it and said, "It changes on T. It gets bigger, and..."
"I see. It's very nice." Dooku meant that, though he felt stupid for saying "nice" - he wasn't sure "beautiful" was the appropriate word to use, and his vocabulary failed him in the consuming heat of his lust for the sexy little cock and those luscious lips in the furry, virile bush. His cock twitched as he saw wetness pooling, as thick and creamy as a cis man's cum. The sweet musky smell was intoxicating. "May I... touch your pussy?"
Anthony started laughing again, wheezing, sides heaving. Dooku laughed too - he couldn't believe he'd just said that word. Anthony nodded and skritched Dooku's head and whiskers like he was a cat. "Yes, you may."
Dooku's finger brushed one of the lips, then the other. Anthony gasped, and let out a deep groan when Dooku's finger caressed the little cock, then back up. Stroking and stroking. "May I kiss it?"
"Please."
Shyly, Dooku leaned in closer. He tenderly wrapped his lips on one of the folds and drew it into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder. Anthony cried out and bucked. Dooku groaned, cock leaping in response. He licked at it, then sucked on it again, before turning to the other, giving it the same treatment, licking and sucking, as Anthony moaned. At last Dooku moved towards the cock jutting out at him. He started licking it up and down, so slowly, making Anthony cry out again. He licked and licked, enjoying it - his cock pulsed, balls aching. His tongue rubbed at the head, teasing; Anthony arched and made a guttural noise, breath forced out in shuddery little gasps.
Dooku finally took the cock in his mouth, sucking at it like it was a delicious piece of candy. Slurping on it. Anthony's moans got louder and then Anthony was completely lost, writhing, panting, broken cries, eyes feverish, as Dooku sucked, moving his head up and down like he'd seen in porn, faster, suctioning harder, slurping louder. Anthony grabbed Dooku's head and started rocking his hips, fucking Dooku's mouth. Dooku groaned and reached down to start stroking his own cock, not able to help it, completely turned on. A moment later Anthony let out a shuddery gasp and Dooku felt the cock twitching in his mouth, pulsing. Dooku let go and watched the cock continue to twitch as the lips fluttered, with the hole contracting. Dooku's cock leapt again, almost coming just from the sight of Anthony's climax.
"Oh fuck." Anthony let out a breathy laugh, and smiled that dazzling smile again, face lit up in joy. "Jesus fucking Christ. You've never done that before?"
"No." Dooku licked his lips, savoring the salty-sweet tangy musk.
"God, with some more practice you'll be fucking lethal." Anthony sighed again. "That was good. You're a natural."
"You taste wonderful." Dooku gave a groan of desire and appreciation as he saw Anthony creaming - making a wet spot on the sheets, but Dooku didn't even mind. "Would you like another?" He could eat Anthony for hours.
"In a little while. I need a few minutes to recharge." Anthony's eyes looked at Dooku's hard, dripping cock, flushed pink, veins standing out. "You look like you could use some relief." Anthony raised an eyebrow, lips quirked with mischief. "May I?"
"Yes, please."
They kissed - Anthony moaned into the kiss as he tasted himself on Dooku - and then Anthony dove down and took half of Dooku's cock into his mouth, their eyes locked. Dooku groaned and shuddered at the feel of Anthony's mouth on him, warm and wet and tight. Anthony began sucking in earnest, hard and fast, viciously devouring. His left hand rubbed the bottom of Dooku's shaft and his right hand gently cupped and rubbed Dooku's balls. Dooku clutched Anthony's head and moaned, losing himself in the pleasure-tension building, building. He'd stroked himself, he'd used a cock sleeve, but nothing had ever been like this, the sloppy suctioning, Anthony's hunger and lust apparent as he sucked fiercely, knowing just what to do to bring Dooku right to that edge.
Dooku held onto that edge, trembling, gasping, groaning, not wanting it to end. After all his years of being touch-starved, denying himself a lover because he was afraid of being outed in homophobic times, afraid of AIDS - afraid of rejection, knowing he was a strange man - he couldn't get enough, relishing every moment of Anthony's tender loving care, Anthony seeming to want and need this just as much as he did. Anthony hummed around Dooku's cock, and Dooku moaned louder at the gentle vibration. He was so close, so ready, but needed just a little more. Needed to keep feeling this, the wonder of another human's touch, another human's desire.
Just before Dooku could climax, Anthony took Dooku's cock out of his mouth and started licking up and down the shaft, tracing the veins with his tongue, teasing him. Dooku made a guttural noise, going out of his mind. Anthony laughed softly and licked more slowly, mischief in his eyes. Dooku thought it was incredibly sexy, cock throbbing. Dooku cried out when Anthony's tongue teased the foreskin, swirled around and around the head, lapped at the precum.
Their eyes locked again. Anthony smiled. "You like that, Daddy?"
Something about that drove Dooku mad and he moaned in response, almost coming just from that. Anthony grinned and kept licking, oh so slowly. He kissed the head of Dooku's cock, tongue playing, and then he pulled it out and purred, "You have such a hot cock, Daddy." His hand rubbed Dooku's hairy thigh, rubbed Dooku's furred six-pack in slow, lazy circles, and back down to the other thigh. "So sexy, Daddy."
"Oh, god..." Dooku shuddered. Anthony calling him daddy made him desperate with need. He cried out again as Anthony took the cock back in his mouth, sucking slow, teasing.
When Dooku was almost sobbing, Anthony sped up, sucking hard and fast, humming again, rubbing Dooku's balls. Suddenly one of Anthony's fingers pushed into him and found something like a magic button and his finger started working in and out, rubbing the button as he sucked, the rubbing-rubbing-rubbing with the warm, wet grip on his cock sending Dooku over the edge. Dooku threw back his head and let out a fierce roar as his cock pulsed and began to shoot, relief throbbing through him, melting into deep, deep bliss. Dooku sighed, shivering, as his seed shot off again, cock still pulsing, euphoria rising. He felt like he was flying, then falling, sinking into the heart of the earth, into peace.
Anthony swallowed, licked Dooku's cock clean, and came up to kiss him. Dooku moaned as he tasted himself. They rested a moment, holding each other, and before Dooku could doze off like a contented cat he felt Anthony grinding against his thigh, so very very wet.
"I'm horny again." Anthony bit his lower lip adorably.
Dooku gave a happy little moan. As much as he felt like he was a floating blob of jelly and he could just go to sleep, he wanted to taste Anthony again. "Let Daddy take care of you, boy."
Anthony growled, kissed Dooku hard, and then Dooku watched as Anthony climbed atop him and crawled on his knees, up to Dooku's shoulders. Anthony lowered, sitting on Dooku's face.
Anthony was dripping, ropes of thick cream. He smelled delicious. His cock looked a little bigger than before, flushed and engorged. The thought that Anthony had gotten this aroused from sucking him made Dooku's own cock stir back to life. But first... "Oh, my baby boy is so wet." Dooku felt very strange calling a grown male adult "baby", let alone one thirty-eight years old, but there it was. Anthony loved it, moaning - more cream pooled out of him.
Dooku lifted up his head, grabbed Anthony's firm ass, squeezing, and pulled Anthony's cunt closer to his face. He slurped at the lips, licked Anthony's cock to tease it, and then sucked for all he was worth, as Anthony rode his face, fucking himself on Dooku's mouth, moaning. Dooku's cock throbbed, balls tightening painfully, going mad for the delicious pussy and the sexy little cock that was so much fun to suck. His hands rubbed Anthony's perfect ass, slid up his spine and back down, making Anthony tremble.
Anthony came quickly, crying out, and took a few moments to rest. Dooku started stroking himself again, completely turned on, and when Anthony realized Dooku was playing with himself, Anthony settled back on Dooku's face and Dooku had at it again, kissing those luscious lips, sucking the cock hard, kissing it, working his tongue. Dooku remembered how Anthony fingered him, and now the hand that wasn't stroking his own cock caressed a thigh, fingers brushing near the pussy. Dooku paused and asked, "May I?"
Anthony gave a throaty laugh. "So polite." He booped Dooku's nose and then he nodded. "Go for it."
Dooku started fingering him. Anthony was so wet that it made a lewd, sloppy sound, making Dooku stroke himself harder. One finger became two and Anthony moaned and rode his face again, fucking Dooku's fingers. Dooku slurped on Anthony's cock, the sloppy wet sound getting louder, moaning around the cock in his mouth as Anthony cried out. A moment later Anthony's cock twitched in Dooku's mouth, Anthony's cunt clamping down on Dooku's fingers and squeezing, pulsing. Dooku almost came from the vise-like grip on his fingers, wondering what it would feel like on his cock. He flew even closer to the edge as Anthony gushed, screaming, making a mess all over his face.
Anthony lay back, catching his breath, laughing with delight. Dooku rained kisses all over his face and pulled him close, holding him, petting him, feeling tender, feeling cozy. When Anthony was ready again this time he lay back and Dooku slid down and put his head between Anthony's legs, fingering him hard as he lapped at the cock, sucked it, kissed it, tongue lashing to tease it before sucking it again, harder. Anthony grabbed Dooku's head so hard it almost hurt and then Anthony's nails dug in his shoulders as his eyes rolled back and he gasped, "Oh god. Oh god. Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod Daddy, Daddy, Daddy -"
Anthony went off like a geyser, spraying Dooku's face and throat, making a huge puddle on the bed. "DADDY!"
Dooku's cock leapt, almost coming again from the erotic sight of Anthony squirting, being bathed in those delicious juices. Anthony heaved, panting, looking dazed. Dooku came up and kissed him again, and held Anthony as he shuddered, dribbling on Dooku's leg. Dooku badly needed to come now but he let Anthony rest, rocking him a little, rubbing the younger man's back.
"Thank you," Anthony said, giving Dooku a soft, sweet little kiss.
"Thank you." Dooku smiled. "I enjoyed that very much."
Anthony started laughing again. "I wrecked your sheets."
"They can be laundered." Or not. Dooku entertained the idea of keeping the cum-soaked sheets as a souvenir of his first time. He felt a little self-conscious - that was sentimental, and it felt a bit attached for casual sex... but he liked Anthony a lot. Even more now, as he continued tasting Anthony on his tongue. He wanted more. So much more.
When Anthony was ready again, he started kissing Dooku's neck, reached down to play with Dooku's hard cock. Dooku's fingers found their way between Anthony's legs, and he made a show of getting his fingers soaked with Anthony's cum, bringing them to his mouth to taste, wanting Anthony to see how much he loved it. Dooku started fingering Anthony again, and as Anthony rolled his hips, fucking Dooku's fingers, Dooku leaned in and rasped, "May I fuck you?"
Anthony laughed so hard he doubled over. "You are. The cutest."
Dooku tried to glare, but he couldn't help laughing a little too. They kissed again and Anthony nodded.
"I have condoms in the drawer next to the bed," Dooku said - the drawer was on Anthony's side.
Anthony raised an eyebrow. "I thought you said you were a virgin."
"I am. Was. I bought those about a year and a half ago but the person I bought them for... well, nothing ever happened." Dooku sighed.
"You sound like it still bothers you."
Dooku nodded hesitantly.
Anthony cocked his head to one side. "That's why you went to the bar, isn't it? You're trying to forget him."
"I don't know if I can forget, but I'm trying to move on. And I'm happy I met you." Dooku looked down at his hard cock and smiled. "My cock is happier."
Anthony laughed and kissed him. Then he said, "If you want to bareback, I haven't had intercourse in about two years and I've been tested for everything."
"That long?" Then Dooku quickly added, "I'm not judging you. Just surprised. You're a gorgeous man."
Anthony shrugged. "Most gay guys don't want to fuck a guy with a pussy. The ones that do... well, it's like I said. A lot of them are chasers, and only interested in my pussy, not me as a person, like I'm some sort of sideshow freak."
"I'm sorry." Dooku didn't know what to say. He knew life had been difficult for him as a gay man, spending most of his adult life in a time when homophobia was the norm. He imagined it had to be that much more difficult to be transgender.
"Eh, well, I'm here." Anthony smiled and gave Dooku a kiss. "Not exactly sad to be here." His smile got bigger.
"Indeed." Dooku kissed him back, and resumed fingering him.
A few minutes later, Anthony shoved Dooku onto his back, climbed astride him, and sank down. The sight of his cock disappearing into Anthony's cunt inch by inch almost made Dooku come right then. When Dooku was all the way in he seethed through clenched teeth. It was the most delicious feeling in the world, the tight silken heat. All the more delicious when Anthony began to ride.
Even though Dooku was the one penetrating, he still felt like he was the one being fucked, Anthony totally in control of the rhythm, bouncing on top of him, working his hips side to side, in circles, using his tight inner muscles to squeeze Dooku's cock, teasing them both. Dooku's hands slid over Anthony's chest, stomach and thighs, back up, eyes drinking him in, utter perfection. Anthony was more of a man than most men with penises, and Dooku loved it. This was what the ancient Greeks and Romans celebrated, man on man love, nothing better. Dooku groaned as Anthony's hot cunt took him deeper and deeper into pleasure, Anthony's moans and sighs, the slap of their flesh, the wet suctioning sound of their fuck, stoking the pleasure hotter.
As Dooku got closer, he needed to make Anthony come too. One hand continued playing over Anthony's body and the other reached in to rub Anthony's cock. He jerked it between his thumb and forefinger, pinching, rolling, until Anthony was a quivering, gasping wreck. Suddenly Anthony's nails were digging in his hips. "Oh shit, oh god, oh fuck I'm gonna come..."
"That's a good boy. Come for Daddy."
Anthony let out a wordless wail as his cunt clenched Dooku's cock, pulsing around it. Dooku cried out with his own orgasm, throbbing, shooting, melting. Anthony came down to kiss him and they sighed together, hearts thundering in the same rhythm. Dooku pulled Anthony against his chest and held him tight, rocking him. "Good boy," Dooku whispered. "Good boy. Good boy..."
They drifted off like that. In the middle of the night Beowulf got on the bed, headbutted both of them, and meowed softly. Dooku got up to feed the cat, and a few minutes after he returned to bed, snuggling up to Anthony again, Beowulf came back in and nuzzled them with cat food breath, curling up with them. Anthony stirred half-awake to pet the cat, falling back asleep on Dooku's shoulder.
Dooku didn't have school during the summer but he was still usually an early riser out of force of habit. This time they slept in, having stayed up late, and when Dooku finally woke up, he watched Anthony sleeping for a few minutes before nature called. When he came back from the bathroom Anthony was laying on his side, propped up on one elbow, touching himself invitingly. Dooku pounced on him with a playful roar and they laughed as they hugged and kissed. They fell into a hungry sixty-nine, Dooku making Anthony come three times before his own release flooded Anthony's mouth.
Dooku made them an English breakfast - he got the feeling Anthony hadn't had one in two years this side of the pond, and he was correct. After breakfast Beowulf got more pettings and then Dooku showed Anthony the garden, who was impressed.
"I meant what I said," Dooku said, putting an arm around him. "You're welcome to come over and putter in the garden with me. It would be nice to have someone who shares my hobbies."
"Thank you. I will definitely take you up on that."
And then Dooku felt bold and turned Anthony to him. "I really enjoyed last night, and I... would like to do it again."
"Me too."
"I feel I should take you on a proper date. Continue getting to know you. I like what I've seen of your mind, not just your body."
Anthony grinned. "How does tomorrow work for you?"
"I'm free."
Anthony nodded. "How about we go see a movie and then go out for dinner?"
Dooku hadn't been to the theater in a long time - he was not a fan of superhero movies or remakes, which seemed to be all Hollywood was capable of producing anymore - but he also had never been on an actual date, so he was willing to compromise for the sake of spending time with Anthony. "All right."
"And... I feel like I should pick you up, since you're driving me back to Portland today. Save you some petrol."
Dooku smiled - it was indeed very nice to be dating one of his countrymen, he still didn't understand why Americans called a liquid "gas". "That works for me."
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And that was how Dooku found himself in Anthony's Audi, riding to a cinema in Portland to see a late afternoon showing of Ready Player One. It wasn't the sort of movie Dooku would have gone to on his own, and he didn't completely understand it, but he also didn't completely hate it, and it prompted a discussion on the way to the restaurant about virtual reality, and how everyone seemed to be extremely online now. They reminisced about the 80s and 90s being a simpler time.
"When people actually read literature," Dooku said.
"People still read now. Young adult books are a huge industry. Ready Player One was a novel, from 2011."
"Yes, but it's not the same."
Anthony chuckled. "I know what you mean, though. More people do seem to watch TV and spent their time on the Internet than they do reading. It's just that when I was growing up in the 80s and 90s people didn't read a whole lot either. I got bullied, I was the nerdy kid."
"I was bullied too for the same reason." Dooku sighed. "I don't suppose my peers read much either. It just seems that people read even less now, unless it's celebrity gossip or fake news."
Anthony nodded. "The future of Ready Player One doesn't seem as impossible as all of that which I think is why the book was a bestseller and the movie's done well. It's a very believable version of what our world might be like in twenty to thirty years."
"I won't be around to see it."
There was a long pause, and Dooku wondered then if Anthony was finally realizing what he was in for with their age difference - in ten years Anthony would be close to fifty and probably still in good health and fitness, while Dooku would be eighty and beginning to decline if not already well on the way. Dooku ate well and worked out, but he knew he would probably have at best another five to ten years before his age caught up with him.
But then Anthony said, "Well you never know. Science and technology are advancing all the time, maybe medicine might make some breakthroughs with longevity."
"That idea is both fascinating and terrifying."
Anthony nodded.
"I suppose I can't be too critical of technological advancement," Dooku said. "I have Marxist tendencies and the more manual, menial jobs are automated, the less degraded workers will be, there will be a better standard of living for everyone."
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Dooku immediately wished he hadn't spoken so candidly of his political leanings. It was 2018 and an open socialist had run for President - Dooku still had a Bernie Sanders sticker on his car, he knew Anthony had seen it, and they had of course hit it off making fun of Trump together - but he also knew there was a line between liberal and communist and most liberals regarded his kind with suspicion.
To his relief, Anthony said, "I was part of a Marxist club at university. I don't agree with everything the USSR did, or the Chinese government -"
"No, of course not."
"But yes, I'm also a socialist." Anthony smirked. "As I'm driving an Audi, wearing expensive shoes, taking you to an upscale restaurant."
"Well, the point of socialism is that everyone should be able to have nice things," Dooku said. "I have expensive taste but I also donate a significant portion of money to charitable causes. I would be willing to pay more in taxes to ensure things like universal health care and universal basic income. And one of my 'hobbies', I guess you could call it, is going to protests and counterprotests. It's part of why I felt it necessary to learn Krav Maga - if extreme right-wingers think I'm a harmless old man and want to attack me, they have another thing coming."
"That's hot."
Dooku's face burned. He grinned, even though he knew he looked like an idiot when his smile was that big.
Anthony grinned back. Then he gave a wistful sigh. "I'd like to be able to go to anti-Trump demonstrations and protest the Proud Boys, fucking idiots, but I worry that people will be able to tell I'm trans - you might have noticed my hips - and I don't want somebody beating me up."
"If you went with me, I would protect you."
Dooku worried again that he'd come off patronizing, that it would sound like he was implying Anthony was weak and defenseless, and he almost couldn't breathe when Anthony pulled over the car. But Anthony pulled over to kiss him breathless. By the time the kiss was done, Dooku was tented in his trousers. He was still hard when they got to the restaurant, so Anthony took care of him right in the parking lot, leaning over and sucking him to an intense climax.
They decided to go to the Portland Rose Garden after their meal. On the way there Dooku's cell phone went off with a text from Sören.
Just checking in.
I'm OK. And don't you dare say "hi OK."
A couple of minutes later Sören replied with: Hi OK And Don't You Dare Say Hi OK.
Dooku groaned and facepalmed, but he couldn't help laughing - and knew he should have seen that coming. Brat.
So whatcha up to, anything good?
I went to see a movie.
Oh! A pause, then What did you see?
Ready Player One.
The response from Sören was delayed and it was You did not, get the fuck out.
Dooku knew it was hard to believe he would see something like that on his own. Dooku didn't want to tell Sören about Anthony - not just yet, since he didn't know how this would work out - but he took his ticket stub out of his pocket, took a photo as proof, and sent it.
Holy fucking shit, I think hell just froze over, Sören replied.
A few minutes later Dooku assumed Sören had dipped out of the conversation, which tended to happen when they were texting. He put his phone back in his pocket and watched as Anthony pulled into the Rose Garden.
The sun was setting now, as it did late at night during Oregon summers, and it cast a lovely golden glow over the roses, bright underneath the wild streaks of red, orange and gold in the sky. Dooku and Anthony walked hand in hand through the garden, admiring the different varieties of roses and all the different colors, and as the sunset began to fade to mellow lavender and wisps of peach in deeper blue, Dooku took Anthony in his arms and kissed him right there, even as they weren't alone, not caring who saw them, who didn't approve.
That kiss got Dooku worked up again and as soon as they were back at Dooku's place in Corvallis they began undressing right at the front door, feverish for each other.
First they took a shower together. Nothing had ever felt so good as holding Anthony under the spray, kissing him, running his hands over him, rubbing the head of his cock against Anthony's cock, teasing them both. Dooku purred as Anthony shampooed his hair and beard, and Anthony made happy noises as Dooku shampooed him in turn and lathered his body.
Arthritis be damned, once Anthony was rinsed clean, Dooku got on his knees and started eating Anthony out right there in the shower, Anthony leaning against the shower wall for support as he trembled and gasped. When Dooku shook his head, slurping hard, Anthony grabbed Dooku's head and started fucking Dooku's mouth, taking charge. Dooku's cock leapt and throbbed, and as Dooku made Anthony come, Dooku's balls twinged, desperate for release.
They toweled off and got on the bed, which now had fresh sheets. They kissed and kissed, Anthony stroking Dooku's cock as Dooku's fingers played between Anthony's legs, rubbing the hard little cock, then working in and out of him. After fingering Anthony for a few minutes, Anthony returned the favor, slipping one finger into Dooku, then two, massaging that magic button inside him, making Dooku moan, cock hardening all the more.
"Can I top you?" Anthony bit his lower lip with a sweet, shy smile that went right to Dooku's heart - and his cock. "I brought a toy."
"Yes, sweetheart." The endearment just slipped out of him.
Anthony walked out to the living room, naked, and came in with the overnight bag he'd brought. Dooku watched as he pulled out a strap-on with a veiny navy blue silicone cock and put it on.
But first, Anthony got Dooku ready. He had Dooku slip a pillow under his hips, to tilt his pelvis up, making it easier for both of them, and then he grabbed Dooku's knees and split him like a peach. Anthony leaned down and Dooku cried out as Anthony's tongue speared him.
Anthony's tongue was like magic, brushing his prostate in slow, deliberate strokes then faster, harder, lashing, fucking. It wasn't long before Dooku was fucking Anthony's face, fucking the tongue rubbing away inside him, and Anthony shook his head, working his tongue even faster, furiously devouring him.
It was so good Dooku could have come like that, but Anthony stopped just before Dooku could let go. He took a few slow teasing licks at Dooku's cock, from the head down the shaft to the root, and back up. Then sucked a little at the head, kissing it, working his tongue, before just licking around and around the head, back and forth over the slit. He made a show of collecting precum with his tongue before giving the head of Dooku's cock a gentle little kiss - a tender gesture that made Dooku smile, tousling Anthony's hair.
"Are you ready, Daddy?"
"Please."
Anthony lubed up the strap-on cock, and poured lube directly over Dooku's ass. Dooku guided head of the cock to his opening, and braced himself, taking slow, deep breaths as it slid in, inch by inch. Dooku kept a dildo in the drawer where he kept condoms, lube, and his cocksleeve - he'd fantasized about Sören topping him, and Mark, at least half as much as he fantasized about fucking Sören - but he was still tight. And it was one thing to fuck himself with a dildo, another thing for Anthony to thrust in and out of him. Anthony kept the pace slow at first, a kindness, knowing he was taking Dooku's anal virginity, but soon Anthony was slamming away, the bed rocking against the wall, mattress creaking, Dooku's legs on Anthony's shoulders. Anthony was a beast, and the rhythm on that spot inside him sent Dooku to the edge and kept him there, pleasure more and more intense until Dooku felt he might die of it.
His excitement was intensified further by the predatory look on Anthony's face, fierce, almost angry in its need and lust. Anthony grunted and groaned as he fucked, and at the surprised look on Dooku's face, Anthony ground out, "This was designed to suck on my cock, the harder I fuck, the more it... guhhh." Anthony shivered. "Oh god, shit, I'm gonna come soon."
"Yes," Dooku panted. That information drove him wild, wanting this to please Anthony, not just himself.
Anthony reached in and started stroking Dooku's cock in time with his thrusts. Anthony moved in for the kill, pounding as hard as he could, rattling Dooku's cock until Dooku couldn't hold back anymore and came with a wild cry. When his seed shot over Anthony's chest, Anthony shuddered, letting out a cry of his own. Dooku gasped, toes curling as the pleasure throbbed through him, pulse after pulse. Anthony was moaning, swearing, finally just panting, eyes wide almost with shock.
"Good boy," Dooku whispered. "That's a good boy."
They lay there shaking in each other's arms, and when the climax faded, giving way into more gentle, dreamy contentment, they kissed, deep and passionate, then more gently, sweetly. Anthony took off the strap-on and gingerly set it down on the bedtable, beside the lube.
"How was that?" Dooku asked.
"Amazing." Anthony laughed. "Being versatile is fun."
"I liked bottoming as much as I liked topping." Dooku stroked Anthony's face. "I like you."
"I like you too." Anthony kissed Dooku's cheek. "I... could get used to this."
"Me too." Dooku felt bold again. "Anthony... would you like to be my boyfriend?" He felt ridiculous saying it - he was sixty-nine and Anthony was thirty-eight, they weren't high schoolers - but it also felt right.
Anthony's face lit up and he nodded. He hugged Dooku tight and they kissed, laughing together.
Dooku sighed, feeling himself starting to fade, needing a nap after the hard fucking. Beowulf curled up next to them, purring, and Dooku felt as content as Beowulf looked and sounded. It was the happiest night of his life.