We kissed our way into the bedroom. I heard Anthony unbuckle his belt, and I whimpered, my cunt throbbing urgently. I could feel myself dripping.
We looked into each other's eyes, then Anthony touched my face, moved closer, and his lips grazed my jaw. He took off his shirt and tossed it onto the floor, and I caressed his chest again, enjoying the black curly hair, the feel of his hard nipples. He kissed my neck again and I shuddered. It felt like lightning was in my veins. I couldn't believe my fantasy was coming true.
Our mouths met once more, deep and hungry, tongues teasing. I heard him undoing his pants. Suddenly I froze, not because I didn't want this, but because...
"What is it, baby?" Anthony rasped, giving me a concerned look.
I glanced down at my chest. I didn't want to look at my boobs or be reminded of them while we were having sex. "Can I keep my shirt on? Or... put on a T-shirt?"
"Of course, honey." He kissed my forehead. "I understand."
"OK." I decided a T-shirt would be more comfortable, since the compression vest was tight enough. I went to the dresser in the hall where I kept my clothes, then across to the bathroom, where I unbuttoned my shirt with trembling hands, looked at my hard nipples poking through the spandex of the compression vest, and slipped on the T-shirt. Then I took off my trousers, but I kept my boxers on.
When I came back to the bedroom Anthony was completely nude and stroking himself. He was... gorgeous. He wasn't ripped - he'd always been on the skinny side, and now he had a little bit of what would later be called a "dad bod". He was so hairy, not just his chest but his arms, his thighs, his legs, and he had a wild, curly bush. His black hair was just starting to silver, in his late forties, and his green eyes had a hungry look in them as I came closer. His cock looked enormous, like a Coke can, veiny and slick with precum.
"C'mere, baby," he said softly.
I was going out of my mind with lust. I'd read erotic fiction from the library; my mom dared to preach morality at me while she stole cable with a black box and I'd seen porn on the Spice channel. I still didn't really know what I was doing, but I wanted to run my hands all over his delicious body hair and lick him all over and suck his cock.
But first... I climbed onto the bed and he took me into his arms and pulled me against him. For a moment he just held me and stroked my face, pet my hair. His hand rested on my heart, then slid down to rub my stomach in slow, lazy circles.
"We don't have to do anything you want to do, OK?" Anthony leaned in to give me a little kiss. "I want to make it good for you."
"I want everything." I bit my lower lip.
Anthony chuckled. "Well, with you being still a virgin, we need to go slow and easy. I don't want to hurt you. Especially not after..." His voice trailed off and he looked away, that fire in his eyes again.
He didn't need to finish the sentence. I nodded.
Anthony took a deep breath and started stroking my face again, looking into my eyes. "I don't want you to get the idea that I looked at you like that when you were young -"
I put up a hand. "I know. I know you're not like that."
"I'm not." He took my hand and kissed it. "You're all grown up now. A lovely young man. I didn't want to notice you that way, but I've been smitten with you since I cut your hair, and I love your company."
I smiled so hard my face hurt. If I was capable of it, I would have turned fucking cartwheels across the room. "Oh," I breathed. Then I exhaled, feeling another wave of self-consciousness. I looked down at my chest - flatter with the compression vest, but not completely so. "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, you're gay -"
"And you're a guy. And... I've thought about what it would be like to fuck a guy with a pussy. Especially once I started getting horny for you." Anthony grinned. "Now I'm about to find out."
He leaned in and kissed me, and pulled me closer. We rolled onto our sides and kissed and kissed, and his hands reached for the waistband of my boxers. My stomach fluttered, my pulse racing. We kissed as he pulled down my boxers, and once they were completely off, Anthony took a good look at me.
"Shit, boy, your clit is huge." Anthony wolf-whistled. "Looks like a little cock."
I was grinning again. If I kept this up, my face was going to break. "You like it?"
"Yeah, I do." Anthony reached down and stroked it with his index finger. I almost came right then, bucking involuntarily, trembling at his touch. He kissed me again and then he started kissing my neck and playing with my clit. "Have to get you really wet if we're going to do this, so it doesn't hurt."
"I'm already wet." I could feel myself dripping.
"Yeah, you are, but I bet I can get you even more wet."
We kissed some more, and he kissed and licked my neck, grinding against my thigh. My neck was so deliciously sensitive, and he seemed to enjoy exploring that, teasing my neck with his tongue and then his teeth, as I whimpered and shivered.
Then he slid down, and lifted up my shirt ever so slightly, exposing my stomach. He kissed here, licked there. I cried out - I was sensitive there too. "Anthony..."
"Like that, baby?"
"Yes..."
"If I do anything you don't like, you just tell me, OK?"
I nodded and bit my lip. He was so considerate, so caring, and that made me want him even more.
He kept kissing and licking my stomach, then my right inner thigh, then my left. Then he rubbed his nose in my bush and our eyes locked as he took his first lick at my clit. I gasped, and again as he took another lick.
I heard myself panting, moaning, felt myself writhing as he lapped at me. "You taste good, baby," he purred. I whimpered - I loved hearing that - then I cried out as he sucked my clit into his mouth.
He sucked it like he was giving a blowjob, bobbing his head back and forth, making filthy slurping sounds, louder when he mashed his face into my cunt and shook his head, sucking harder. I clutched at his head, his shoulders, howling, rocking my hips, fucking his face, so close, so close...
He got me to that edge and then he started licking me again. I let out a tormented sob and he laughed softly. Then he gently slipped a finger inside me and began working it in and out, ever so slowly. His tongue rubbing at my clit as his finger caressed my inner walls was one of the most delicious sensations I'd ever experienced. When he started sucking my clit again he pushed two fingers inside me, stroking slowly, then faster. I felt the orgasmic tension building again, building and building, higher and deeper, my thighs taut and quivering, right there...
Then he was licking me again, and I almost came, my release glimmering just out of reach. I wailed.
"Love doing this to you, baby. Love eating your hot, sexy little boypussy." Anthony lapped at my clit a few more times. "I'll do this to you as much as you want..." His tongue rubbed my clit faster, harder.
"Oh, fuck!" I was almost there. I made a seething sound through clenched teeth.
Anthony groaned and started sucking my clit again, and his three fingers banged away at me. I fucked myself on his mouth, his fingers, hearing myself panting and whimpering like I was in heat. I felt like I was going to die if he didn't make me come, but I couldn't get enough of those sweet lips on my cunt, his fingers skillfully playing inside me.
"Please, more," I begged.
"Mmmmmmm."
"More, please, more, don't stop... please don't stop..."
"Mmmmhmmmm." Anthony slurped at me again.
"Ohgoddon'tstop!" I could feel the flutters building, the tension coiling, that rush to the point of no return. "More, don't stop, you're gonna make me come, you're gonna..." And then it happened. "Anthony!"
I came gloriously, harder than when I'd brought myself off. I throbbed and throbbed, feeling like I was flying, then falling, sinking into softness, melting...
"That's a good boy." Anthony took a last few slow licks at me. "God, your pussy's tight." He pulled his fingers out of me and sucked them clean, and that drove me wild.
He came up to kiss me and I tasted myself on him. Then I felt his arm moving and looked down and he was stroking himself. My breath hitched at the sight of a bead of precum rolling down his shaft. God, he had such a hot dick. All of him was hot.
Playfully, I reached down, and my finger scooped up the precum, then I licked it off my finger. "Oh, you tease," Anthony growled. He kissed me hard.
"I wanna suck it," I said.
Anthony laughed and rolled onto his back. "Go for it, baby."
I wanted to lick his body hair, but I could do that another time - his cock looked too delicious, leaping at me as I slid down. Shyly, I took the head in my mouth and sucked at it, letting myself adjust to the fullness in my mouth as I watched his reactions. Anthony gasped and groaned, and took my head in his hands. When I drew more of his cock in my mouth, getting it about a third of the way, Anthony groaned again and tugged at my short hair. "That's it, baby."
I sucked him slowly, using my hand to slide up and down the bottom of his shaft. After a few minutes I got into it, working my head faster, hearing myself making obscene gulping sounds as my mouth suctioned him. Anthony moaned and arched to me, breath in shaky gasps. I loved it. I was getting all worked up again, and switched hands so I could stroke his shaft with my left hand and paw myself with my right.
"You touching yourself, baby boy?"
I nodded. "Mmmmhmmm."
"Fuck, that's hot." Anthony's eyes fluttered and he gave another shuddery sigh. "You never did this with Mike?"
"Mm-mm." I took his cock out of my mouth and teasingly licked at the head. "I've watched porn."
"You naughty boy." Anthony grinned and booped my nose, and I giggled, then tapped his cockhead on my tongue as he moaned. "Fuck, you're such a hot little cocksucker."
"Love it," I said. I rubbed my clit harder as I took his cock back in my mouth.
When Anthony and I were both getting closer, Anthony pulled me off his cock and kissed me passionately. He gently rolled me onto my back and we kissed and kissed as he teased my clit with the head of his cock. I clutched at him, nails in his back. "Oh god. Please, fuck me..."
"That's it, baby, beg for it. Tell me how bad you want it..." He was kissing my neck again.
"So bad. Please. Oh god, please..." I sounded so shameless, so wanton, so slutty... and I loved it. This felt healing, empowering, to tell him that I wanted it. Nothing was being forced on me. This was my choice, and it was freeing.
The tip of his cock was at my pussy lips, rubbing, teasing. "Oh, baby." Anthony shuddered, bit his lip, and let out a groan. "Fuck, I want you."
"Please. Please, take it, fucking please, fuck me..."
Our eyes met and Anthony chuckled. "Your mom is gonna fucking kill me if she finds out I took your cherry."
I kissed him. "Then we better make it count."
He laughed again - I loved the way his eyes crinkled at the corners - and he kissed me back. "Fuckin' A."
He pushed inside me, slowly. "Deep breaths, honey," he said, stroking my face. "Nice deep breaths."
It felt like he was splitting me. I was so wet I could feel the wet sheets underneath me, and he was still so, so huge, pinching and burning. But then he was all the way in and he rested there, our foreheads pressed together, breathing each other's breath.
"I love you," Anthony whispered.
My eyes misted. That was what I wanted most of all. "I love you."
"I love you so much, baby." Anthony kissed me deeply. "Nice and slow, baby, you tell me if it hurts too much."
I nodded.
We kissed again and he started slowly sliding in and out of me. The first few strokes stretched and then I felt his cock rubbing someplace inside me that felt exquisite. "Oh, Anthony..."
"Oh, sweetheart." He kissed me again. We rubbed noses. "This is what making love feels like, baby boy. This is how it's supposed to be..."
I clung to him and kissed him back with all of my might. I never wanted him to stop. I felt so close to him, so taken care of, so loved.
He reached down and played with my clit as he continued to thrust, ever so gently. "Fuck, baby, you're tight."
"You're big," I giggled.
Anthony kissed me again. "You get me so fucking hard."
"You get me wet," I whispered. "You don't know how many times I've come thinking about you..."
Anthony kissed me harder and started thrusting faster. I squeaked and guided his hand on my clit, and he kissed my neck, growling, as he played with my clit and fucked me. I could tell he was holding back, and the thought of him pounding me when I was more experienced and could take it drove me wild. "More," I begged, losing myself in pleasure, in lust. The heat in his eyes, his gorgeous hairy body on mine, the gasps and grunts as we fucked our way to ecstasy. My cunt was making the most deliciously filthy sloppy suctioning sounds as he pumped in and out of me, and that just made it even hotter. "More, oh god, fuck me, more...'
"Yes, baby..."
When I was right there, his hand pressed hard on my mound and he growled as he bit my neck. "Come for me, pumpkin."
"Daddy!" Oh god. I'd called him Daddy in my fantasies, and I couldn't believe it had just slipped out in the throes of my climax.
But then Anthony shuddered and yelled, "Oh, FUCK, baby!" and threw his head back and groaned as I felt something hot pouring inside me, while I kept pulsing, contracting, twitching with pleasure.
We kissed and kissed. "Mmmmm, fuck, that was good." Anthony sucked on my lower lip and kissed me again.
"You..." I felt a touch of relief. "You're not weirded out that -"
"No, baby, I can be your daddy if you want."
"OK." I smiled.
He kissed my nose. "You're Daddy's good, sweet, beautiful boy." He hugged me tight and we rocked together as the rain fell outside. "Daddy will keep you safe, baby. Nobody will hurt my sweet boy again."
"I love you, Daddy."
"I love you, pumpkin."
I snuggled closer to him and sighed with contentment. I was eighteen and he was forty-six - twenty-eight years older than me and society would say this was wrong, but nothing had ever felt so right.
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