First Time Olderbyoverseas©
This is my fourth story. Please send comments.
I am straight, but I do have fantasies. I was 28 at the time this story took place. I must have been attractive, as women would ask me out. I am tall; 6'3" lean, athletic and lucky. Life is good to me and I like to share my happiness with others. My name is Rob.
I occasionally liked to eat at restaurants alone, taking in the sights or reading a good book. One place I frequented offered California cuisine; you know, those great combinations of unusual herbs, nuts and fruit applied to 'normal' foods.
That day I was eating an herbed chicken breast accompanied by mango chutney and egg noodles in a porcini mushroom sauce, it was delicious.
I was reading as I ate, but I often stopped to focus on a bite. The book I was reading was very interesting; in the beginning of the book a 44-year-old man in a bad marriage with bad children suddenly dies of a heart attack. On the next page he awakens only to find himself now 19 years old, 25 years back in time, but with all of the memories of his 44 year old life. Interesting eh? What would you do?
An older, handsome man was seated near me; he asked what I was reading. I told him the title, he had never heard of it, so as I was almost finished with it, I gave him a quick summary. The theme of the book basically illustrated to the reader that life should be lived fully, that new things should be tried and that second chances do not happen.
The man seemed very interested and asked to read the dust jacket; I handed it to him. He introduced himself saying, "My name is Paul." I told him mine and asked him to join me at my table. He was a very interesting man, intelligent, successful and handsome. I would guess he was about 50 years old. Tall, slim, well dressed and almost 'polished'. Cappuccinos were ordered as we continued our conversation.
We had spoken for almost two hours! I said, "I've got to meet some friends, but I really enjoyed this time, thank you."
He said, "This was good for me, our age differences didn't seem to matter at all."
I asked, "How old are you?"
He replied, "Fifty-five." God he was handsome, fifty-five or not.
As I was leaving he stated, "Would you like to meet tomorrow night for dinner?"
I thought why not? He was much more interesting than most of my buddies, maybe I could learn something from him. "What time and where?" I asked.
"How about you let me cook for you tomorrow evening at my condo," he said.
I asked, "Can I bring some wine?"
"Yes, something red will do." I got directions and we exchanged telephone numbers.
The next night I punctually arrived. The building his condo was in was beautiful; class. "Come in, come in." he stated. I handed him the bottle of the best wine I could afford. He opened it, I assume to let it breath. He served dinner in several courses, each dish better than the one before. The man knew how to cook. We actually finished with brandy and dark cigarillos. Too cool. "So, do you mind if I ask?" he said.
"Ask what?" I answered.
"If you are straight or gay."
Wow, that was a question I should have anticipated. "Straight, but never judgmental." I said.
"I am gay, but I have not been with anyone for over two years." he continued.
"Why?" I queried.
"I had several regular lovers, then tired of the game. However, meeting you has well, revived my interest."
I calmly looked at him. "Do you want me?" I asked.
"Yes, I believe so," he finished.
"This may be good for me. I have many fantasies. If I agree to this, you may get more than you bargained for; I am just plain nasty," I told him.
"You are causing me some bit of excitement. I believe I can accommodate 'nasty', shall we begin?" he stated.
I laughed aloud, and then looked directly into his eyes. "You are an intelligent, obviously educated man, however, the things I will do to you will bring you down a few notches. You won't seem as polished any more; still want me?"
He actually gulped, but said, "Yes, perhaps now more the ever."
"Show me your bedroom." He led me to it. "Now take off those clothes, I want you naked." He did as asked and stood before me. The man must work out, a surprisingly nice body. "On the floor, on your knees in front of me." I was still dressed, but pulled off my shirt. "Hands behind your back." I pulled his face to the crotch of my jeans. "Still want this? I am going to use you and even give you some pain," I stated.
"Yes, yes. This is a new area for me, do with me as you will," he said.
I pulled my thick belt from my pants, and then removed my pants. I looped the belt around his throat, holding the ends together to form a 'collar'. My cock was hard, poking through my briefs. I pulled his collar towards me, ramming my cotton-covered cock into his face. "Now is the time for you to get out of this. You can see how nasty I can be, do you want me to go on?" I said.
"I think so, continue please." His proper grammar was beginning to bother me; he needed to be used, and used hard.
"Get on all fours; hands and knees." I said. I was still holding the belt around his neck. I knelt beside him, my left hand holding the leather. I used my right hand to soundly smack him on his tight ass. His face was bright red, his composure gone. I gave him two, then three more smacks; I was trying to break him. "Do you like to get fucked?" I asked.
He could barely speak, "Yes, but I usually make love."
"Fuck that crap." I continued, "You wanted me, now you'll have me." I ripped my briefs down and knelt between his legs. His asshole was puckering, begging. I spat into my hand several times and lubed my hard cock. I still held the belt with one hand and used the other to guide my cock to his hole. "Sure?" I asked.
"Yes, fuck me please." He was broken, no more proper word from him.
I rammed my cock up his ass, holding him in place with the belt. He bucked, but pressed back into me until I was fully inside of him. Fuck, fuck, fuck. His asshole was tight and firm.
He was wild, his skin bright red with passion. I pulled free and dropped the belt and moved to a soft, padded chair. "Clean me up," I ordered. He crawled to me and began to lick. "Can you taste your ass on my cock? Do a good job." He licked and sucked, cleaning me fully. I could tell he was a little tired, so I let him rest as he did his job.
"Where did you learn these things?" he asked.
"I truly don't know." I answered. "I just do what I want. Ready for more?" I asked.
"Yes, you are changing the way I want sex," he answered.
"On your knees, hands down." I approached him. "Open." I slid my hard cock deep into his throat, holding it there. He began to gag. I pinched his nose, allowing him no oxygen. I held him in place for several moments. He finally pulled away and coughed, hacking onto the floor.
"More, I want more," he said and snapped his mouth open.
That was my cue. I fucked his face silly; long, deep strokes, him gagging most of the time. Ropes of saliva hung down that handsome face. My fingers were in his hair giving me leverage to pull my cock even deeper into his throat. I was enjoying this. I was not angry with him or trying to hurt him, I just wanted to show him that's OK to be used and not be so in control all the time.
"Stand up and put your hands against the wall," I said. He did as asked. "Bend down a little and spread your legs, I'm going to fuck you again." He bent down and I spread his ass cheeks. I pointed my cock at his hole and plunged in. He cried out either in pain or passion. I gripped his hips and fucked him hard. I loved to watch my cock slide in and out of his ass. His hole became so enlarged that it would stay open when I pulled free, allowing my cock easy reentry to its new home.
He was really getting into this as I banged away. "More, more, more." he begged. His words only made me slam harder. I was fucking with all of my strength: sweat dripping from my hair, face and body.
I could finally give no more and pulled free. He slid down the wall to the floor and just curled up, whimpering and moaning. I let him rest like that as I stumbled to the bed. I napped for a moment; I assume he did the same, but on the floor.
I awoke to find him standing near me. "Can I join you?" he said.
"No," I replied. "Get a hot, wet cloth and wipe me down." He went to the bathroom and returned with a small bucket filled with hot, slightly soapy water. I lie on the bed as he cleaned me front and back. "Now you can join me," I said. He climbed on the bed and I held him under my arm, his head resting on my chest. It was weird, but strangely comforting.
We rested for a while before we began again. "Its time to whip you," I said.
"What!" he cried.
"On the bed; hands and knees." He slowly moved to the indicated position. I grabbed my wide black belt. I wasn't going to hurt him; I just wanted him to believe so. I slapped the belt against his naked ass, the sound frightening. He flinched with every swat. His back and ass were soon covered with red stripes. I knew that it looked much worse than it actually was. He would survive.
"Glad you asked for me?" I laughed. He was humiliated, but stimulated. "Time for some cum," I continued. "Get some oil and stroke me." He found some, applied it to his hands then began to massage my hard cock. He couldn't take his eyes off of my cock as he stroked it. He would grip it firmly, causing the head to bulge with blood. "Having fun?" I asked.
"Yes, yes, please let me enjoy this." He stroked me like a pro. I was getting close, my cock getting thicker.
"Make me cum on your face, be a whore," I commanded. He was stroking me with both hands now, my cock bright with oil. I was close, very close. Suddenly I reached down for his hair, holding him in place, his motions bringing me closer to the edge. I could wait no longer and erupted, my hot, white cum splattering that handsome face. He was moaning like a puppy; a happy contented puppy.
"Wipe the cum from your face and eat every bit." He complied by wiping the cum from his face then licking the soiled fingers clean.
I stood, showered and got dressed. He was spent, but happy, just sitting nude on the bed with a big grin on his face. "Bye for now." I said as I let myself out. "Try to read that book I showed you, it may give you the incentive to try something new in your life," I laughingly cried as I left his home.