A Flight of Fancy

We only had a sandwich for lunch as he wanted to take me up to where the shops and bars were, and if I felt like it, we could stop for dinner at one of the several restaurants that were there. So we stopped in three bars for drinks before settling on one place for our evening meal which really wasn't up to the standard that I was used to back home, or the quantity, but it was good enough washed down with some very nice Spanish wine.

Neither of us wanted anymore to drink and so in the car, we went back to his house. He told me on the way back that if you went into the town for dinner you had to book in advance because the Spanish people tended to eat out quite a lot and didn't usually go for their evening meal till some time after ten, and, they were rather noisy when in a group.

The fire was down low, so while he took the dogs round the garden to do their business, I put another couple of logs on the fire to warm up the bedroom before going to bed. To which we went a short time later though this time, he wanted me to fuck him while he was on his back. He gave my cock a suck first before rolling the rubber down over my shaft and lay back with his legs open and asked for me to put some cream on him first, which I did. Then with his legs up high and bent back towards his body, I moved in and entered him to a stifled groan as I stretched his ring piece to its utmost. My arms were outstretched either side of him with his legs cradled at the middle joints as I got as much of myself into him as I could and could now see the expression on his face as I moved myself in the fucking of him.

He gave out little grunts at my forward pushing and guessed that he was somewhat uncomfortable in this position, but it wasn't for long for I soon came inside him, pumping him hard as I did so. He smiled up at me when I came to a stop, breathing, or rather panting quite heavily at the exertion and then slowly pulled out to his little cry. This was because of losing what had given him pleasure he said. But he was still quick to move and use some tissues to pull off the condom and take in the head of my cock which still had some of my semen covering it from the condom as well as what was still left inside my cock. This he sucked and licked off till I was clean again before falling back onto the bed with a big smile on his face as he held open his arms for me.

It was me now that moved into them and kissed him for the pleasure he had given me in the fucking of him and said as much and got many kisses back in return. It was a little while before he was able, with his gentle chewing of my soft penis, to raise it up again whilst playing with my balls. He now laid upside down to me to suck on me properly and had his erection in front of my face for me to suck on him if I was so inclined. I did anyway, finding it again like having something like a dog's rubber bone there to gently chew and also suck on, using my hand to move the soft skin up and down the hard muscle that it covered.

But again, as he started to come, I lifted my head up off him and covered and caught the emission into some tissues as I pumped my sperm out into his mouth but sucked on him when he'd finished, getting a slight trace of his seed which I found slightly salty. But then, I had noticed when dining, he did use rather a lot of salt with his meals.

We lay stroking each other and I was surprised that his chest was hairless and smooth, though with ageing, he was developing tits, but I thought that all men grew hair on their chests, he had them on his arms and legs. He said that he was almost the complete opposite to his father, who had died when he was sixty, who'd had a very hairy chest but smooth as silk legs, and almost bald too, where James still had quite a bit of head hair, thinning somewhat, but still enough to need haircuts and use a comb or brush.

I think we both fell asleep at the same time while holding each other in our arms though we were more like spoons in a drawer when we woke up with my morning erection tight up against his back. It was a repeat of the day before by sucking and fucking with him making the coffee and letting the dogs out in between. Then breakfast and back to bed for more of the same.

It was during the afternoon session that I actually went halfway in sucking on him as he sucked on me, taking his emission of sperm into my mouth until he'd finished coming before spitting it out into some tissues though even doing this, I still had the taste of him which I've already said, wasn't unpleasant. But I fucked him when he was up on his knees for he said that the other way was not at all comfortable and I enjoyed having him in whatever position he wanted for I liked his tight ass to ream and come into.

I fucked him three times that night, it being our last as his wife would be returning the next day and twice more in the morning before we had our final shower before getting properly dressed. He fussed around the house, making sure that the bed was clean and re-made and that I hadn't left any traces of myself there before having our last hug and kiss in the house and saying goodbye to the dogs that had appeared to have liked having my presence there.

The morning time seemed to have flown by as it arrived that we had to leave, and so we drove back to the port where the hotel was, and after we got out near the front entrance, we went into each other's arms for a big hug and one final kiss. There were tears in his eyes as we broke apart.

'Thank you for coming out here,' he said, his voice quite throaty. 'It was a lovely surprise and happy that you did so. I've enjoyed our meeting and coming together and I'll never forget this weekend for the rest of my life. Thanks again and I hope that you've enjoyed the short stay for we won't meet again, so good luck and may God take good care of you.'

He didn't give me a chance to say my thanks for having me as he fled to the car and I'm sure that his tears were now running down his face. It was just a hand wave that we gave to each other as the car pulled away. Away to go and pick up his wife and I slowly went into the hotel with my bag and up to my room where I found that I too had tears in my eyes at our farewell. But I knew that I would be able to give him my thanks for all the pleasure that he gave me in the fucking and sucking on the next e-mail I send him. In fact, I did it there and then knowing that he would read it later when he returned home.

It was a miserable night for me, now being back on my own and in some ways was glad when I finally got onto my plane to take me back home to dream of my meeting with Julie Scott.