The summer of 1976 was especially hot. It was late August and I was studying in the library at college but found it impossible to concentrate. Every time I looked out of the window I could see carefree people in the quad, laughing, enjoying life, making the most of the wonderful, warm weather. I felt left behind, stuck in this mausoleum reading but not taking anything in. I was feeling restless and thoughts of sexual activities were assaulting my brain.
It made me question the choices I had made six months before when I had allowed myself to get distracted from my studies and become involved with Bill, the new bartender at the Bar and Grill where I had worked, three nights a week and the occasional Saturday morning. Up to this point, Bill was the only man with whom I ever had sexual relations. Bill was the first man who came on to me and seduced me. He was the first man to suck me and the first man whose cock I sucked. He was the first man to bed me and he did not even have to try too hard. I had fallen in love with him and in the time I spent with him, I found a beautiful sexual and emotional fulfillment that sadly, was now absent from my life.
It was three months after our first afternoon together that he told me I was an eager and easy conquest. Then he informed me that he was finished with my services; that he no longer had any need of me; that it was time for him to move on to pastures new, so to speak; that he would see me around, maybe. That was two weeks before my exams started and I was devastated.
I had given this man everything. I had knelt before him as he sat and gladly given up my warm, wet mouth to his thrusting lust. I had swallowed his very essence. I had lain down with him on his bed and presented my naked, pure, white, virginal bum to him, for his pleasure, the very first Saturday afternoon I spent with him. I had debased myself for him and for his pleasure. Whatever he asked of me I had done it willingly. I had dressed up for him, worn make-up, stockings, heels, mini-skirts, the lot. I had licked him from head to toe. I had flirted with his friends at his request and teased them. In short I had done it all for him. I had given up my girlfriend, my friends, even neglected my studies, because I thought he felt the same way about me as I had felt about him.
I had loved this man and did for him everything he asked of me. I had done it willingly because I thought he was being as honest with me as I was with him. How naive can a young man be? I thought I was so intelligent. I was a university student; after all, therefore I must be intelligent? Well, think again boy! I was a complete fool, an innocent abroad.
Please don’t get me wrong. It is not that I didn’t have a wonderful time. I did. I had the time of my life. I had the best sex ever! He taught me things I didn’t even realize that people could do to each other, to please and pleasure each other. He instructed me expertly in the art of pleasing him with my hand, my tongue, my mouth, my bum and especially my mind. He taught me that my place was to pleasure him and I eagerly bent myself to his will and loved it. I had never been so fulfilled as when I submitted myself to his every sexual whim. Then, to lose all of that joy, that closeness we had, that intimacy we had shared; to discover that what for me was everything but for my lover was just “a bit of fun” practically reduced me to a shadow of my former self.
What made matters was to see him in the company of a younger boy, a fresher boy, who was just so damn good looking, so cute and sexy, so perfect in features and form and worse still, who started telling everybody that “his Bill” had told him that he was “the one”, the once in a life time “true love” that he had been waiting for all his life. I hated him because he had everything. He was beautiful and he also had Bill; worse still I knew what Bill was getting him to do and this festered away inside me.
I did sit my exams but failed. Now I was starting to put my life together again. First, I had to pass those re-sits and get back to college to finish my degree. I was prioritizing and rationalizing and every day I was growing stronger in my mind, accepting myself for whom I was, forgiving myself for being so innocent, no longer annoyed at myself for letting myself be so easily deceived, because you see, this story is not about Bill. Oh no. I will tell you that story another time. This is a story about that ever so hot day in August 1976 when I could not concentrate on my studies and was being overwhelmed by the desire for some kind of sexual release.
I had tried for an hour to read the same chapter but my mind was roaming. I was in need of a break from the library, its stale air and its morgue like atmosphere. I picked up my books, went down the stairs and walked out in to the sunshine. Five minutes later I was in my flat, shedding my jeans and shirt and after a quick shower, slipped in to my short yellow shorts, light white t-shirt and please don’t laugh at me, my clogs. I picked up my history book “The Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire” and out I went, sunglasses and all.
Ten minutes later I was in the local Botanical Gardens, sitting on a bench in the shade, book in hand, pretending to read. Opposite from where I was seated extended a long, wide, grassy area, full of happy go lucky, everyday people, who were taking advantage of the beautiful weather. There were people of all ages there, stripped down to the bare minimum, covered in sun cream or oil. Some were young, some old, couples and singles, families and friends. It was great to sit there in the shade and just observe life and occasionally leer at other people, especially the men who had divested themselves of their shirts and were strutting their stuff to impress.
Then I noticed him. Its not that he stood out in any physical way; quite the reverse really. He was just an ordinary, quite short, middle aged man. He was about 50 yards away from where I was sitting when I first noticed him. He walked along until he found a clear space and without as much as a by your leave, proceeded to remove his shirt and vest, quickly followed by his shoes but not his socks and then, to my surprise he took off his trousers.
He looked around himself almost defying any one to say anything and as no one appeared to do so, he sat down in his black socks and white underpants which must have been a size too small for him. Ah well I thought to myself, it takes all sorts. Even from this distance I could see that he was very hairy and not ashamed to reveal his physique in socks and underpants. I watched him for a moment or two as he lay himself down and stretched out to enjoy the warmth of the sun’s rays. He seemed not to worry about sun burn as he failed to apply any sun screen.
I tried to read again but it was so hard to concentrate on the Vandals crossing over in to Africa. I raised my eyes from my book and under the cover of my sunglasses surveyed the scene in front of me. It was getting hotter. I looked to see what the man in the socks was up to but he wasn’t where he had started off. He had moved to a position to my left about 30 yards away and he was sitting up looking unashamedly at two girls in bikinis, lying a few yards from his new position. I had to laugh. I read some more but preferred to glance at people as they walked by on the pathway. I looked to my left to see what the guy in the socks was up to now but he was not there. He had moved again. He must have gone home I thought, but I was wrong. He was now sitting about twenty yards away directly opposite me. I pretended to look at my book but peered at this stranger from behind the cover afforded me by my sunglasses.
He stood up and with carefree abandon adjusted his white underpants. He obviously did not care about any one looking at him as he put his hand down the front of his undies and spent a few seconds making himself comfortable before sitting down again and leaning back on his hands. I could not help but notice that there was more of a bulge there than I had observed previously. He really had pale white skin which was in stark contrast to the blackness of the hair on his legs and his upper chest. I found this contrast quite appealing.
Then he did it. He definitely did it. He casually moved his right hand to the front of his underwear and in the pretense of adjusting himself he flashed his cock. I could not believe my eyes. He most definitely flashed his cock. It was just for a second but I could have sworn he was looking at me when he did it. Then he appeared to rub the whole area with his hand before leaning back and looking around him. I felt my face redden ever so slightly and felt just a little bit excited.
I could hardly believe my eyes. I looked around me and I was the only person he could have been flashing at. I am not going to lie to you. I liked what I saw, what he had flashed at me but I was really surprised that any one would do such a thing in a public place. I couldn’t help myself. I looked up from my book and there he was staring at me, smiling. Then he did it again. He put his right hand to his groin and this time his cock, somewhat aroused, was revealed to me again before he put it away in the most casual manner. I admired him for the totally nonchalant way he made it look as if he was just adjusting his underwear.
He is a flasher I thought, a flasher with an uncut, excited cock. Just then an elderly lady sat down on the bench. She was out of breath and I had no desire to chat to her. I nodded at her and she nodded back before taking a long drink from a bottle of lemonade. She sat on for a moment or two and then, her thirst quenched, she stood up and wandered off.
“Is this seat taken?” I heard a male voice ask.
“No,” I said, not raising my eyes to see who was talking to me.
There was a pause as he sat down.
“It certainly is hot today, isn’t it, old chap?”
The accent was very polite, very smooth, very posh and very English. I looked round to see who owned the accent and I could not believe my eyes. It was the flasher. Now he was dressed again and he was sitting with his arms outstretched over the back of the bench and he smiled again. I looked him up and down from behind my sunglasses. His face was clean shaven but the blackness of his hair against his pale skin made it look as if he had a five o-clock shadow. His shirt was unbuttoned, his zipper was only half way up and his black shoes were slip-ons.
“Yes, it is very hot,” I replied. “Almost too hot to read,” I added for something to say.
“The park is too crowed and noisy,” he said. “I prefer it when there are not so many kids running around and no teenagers trying to make out. My name is Charles by the way, what’s yours?”
“Don,” I said. “My name is Don.” I loved his accent. He spoke so clearly.
I took his hand to shake it and did not object when he held on to my hand and smiled again. His hand was warm and soft just like mine. I smiled back at him and noticed the glint in his blue eyes. Up close he was quite handsome. His lips were full and the dark black shadow on his face was very manly. He had a strong grip too.
“I live over there,” he added, finally releasing my hand. He pointed to a house behind us that backed on to the park. “Would you care for a cold refreshing drink of lemonade with a dash of ice and a spot of vodka maybe? You know, shaken not stirred, a la James Bond. What do you say, old chap? Fancy a little drinky-poos and a chat?”
His hand was on my shoulder. What should I do? He was trying to pick me up. He was awfully nice and well spoken. It was hot. I was thirsty. I was lonely too.
“Yea, why not? I could do with some refreshment,” I answered.
“Jolly good. Love your clogs by the way, very continental indeed. How on earth do you walk in them without falling over and breaking your ankle?”
“I honestly don’t know,” I said. “I am sorry I wore them as they are hurting my feet now. I just thought they would be cool”
“Well Don,” he said. “I think you look cute in them.”
I blushed with embarrassment and Charles noticed.
“Oh Don, you are a shy one, aren’t you?” said Charles. “I do like that quality in a young man. It is so rare these days.”
I felt my face go crimson and laughed to cover my embarrassment. We had arrived at his house and after opening the door Charles ushered me in. He gently pressed his hand against the small of my back and then touched my left cheek as I stepped inside. I liked the contact. His house was lovely inside with brightly painted walls and modern furnishings. Compared with my flat this was a palace. I followed Charles into the kitchen where he proceeded to prepare his vodka martinis.
“If you are thirsty, help yourself to a drink from the fridge,” said Charles. “There is water or orange juice if you need to slake your thirst, old boy.”
I thanked him and took a drink of water by which stage Charles was adding the ice to his cocktail shaker. He took down two stem glasses and filled them almost to the top. As a final touch he added an olive on a cocktail stick to each glass.
“Chin, chin,” he a said raising his glass. “Your very good health, Don”
“Thank you Charles,” I replied. “Here’s to you too, sir.”
The martini was delicious and we drained our glasses in a matter of moments. Charles poured us both another one and we sat on the kitchen stools. Draining his glass in one swallow Charles stood up and said that he was going for a quick shower and a change of clothes and would be back in a “jiffy”.
“Finish off the mix, old boy. I just need to freshen up a touch.”
Alone with my thoughts I asked myself what on earth I was playing at. I really should be studying not sitting in the house of a total stranger, drinking vodka martinis, in the middle of the afternoon. The last thing I needed right now was a descent into drunkenness and another hangover. God these drinks are lush I thought. I’ll drink up quickly whenever Charles returns and then I’ll make my excuses and leave.
Just as I was draining my glass Charles walked back into the kitchen. He was wearing flip-flops and a short, pale blue silk, dressing gown. His hair was wet and he smelled of “Blue Stratos” a popular man’s after shave and soap of that era. Bill used to wear the same. I felt the need to go to the bathroom and asked Charles if that would be OK.
When I returned I was going to take my leave but Charles was in the process of making another batch of martinis and my glass was half full. He noticed my indecision and quickly took the initiative.
“You can’t go now, old boy,” said Charles. “Your glass is half-full.”
I looked at this pale, handsome, cheerful, little man and something clicked inside me. It could have been a combination of the heat and the vodka martinis. He was right. My glass was not half empty as I had been living since Bill let me go. Quite the reverse in fact. My glass was half-full. Oh Mr. Smirnoff, you are a deceiver!
“How right you are Charles,” I said. “My glass is half-full.”
“Jolly good. Jolly good, Don. Drink up old bean and lets have some more of the old shaken but not stirred. Here, you do the honors while I get the olives, there’s a good chap.”
We emptied our glasses for the third time and I felt the first serious effects of the delicious cocktails really start to kick in. I was beginning to feel at ease. I set my glass on the work counter and lifted the silver flask in to which Charles had added his mix. I turned my head round and said to him.
“You know Charles, I don’t normally drink vodka but these cocktails are divine.”
“Thank you Don, old bean. It’s all in the shaking of the flask you know.”
Saying this he set his glass beside mine and stood behind me. I had just put the lid on the flask and was about to shake it when he reached his arms around me and placed his hands on top of mine. His hands were warm in contrast to the coolness of the flask. He was pressing against me and he began to shake my hands to show me how he wanted the flask shaken.
My heart skipped a beat. The strong manly scent of the Blue Stratos assailed my senses as I felt his cock swell against me. My cock responded in kind but was trapped facing downwards against the door of the cupboard beneath the counter top. It felt so good. I could feel myself weakening and I did not even try to resist. Deep inside me I was longing for this contact.
“You must jiggle it like this,” said Charles, holding my hands in his and shaking the flask with a steady motion.
My cock was demanding its freedom to stand to attention. He must have known this for he was pressing against me and the shaking was making my bum wiggle. There was no mistaking what was taking place. He was turned on and I loved the sensation of his manhood pressing against my wiggling bum. His pressure on me felt wonderful.
“And again,” he said, still holding his hands on mine, still pressing his growing erection against my bum. “Jiggle it again, for me please, there’s the good boy. I like it when you jiggle it, don’t you? It’s ever so lovely.”
I knew he was talking about my bum and I felt so excited. I was aroused like never before it seemed and was thoroughly enjoying jiggling and wiggling for this little hairy man whose cock was now pressing hard against me. Oh God it felt so good to be wanted again sexually. This is what was missing from my life.
“Pour now, there’s a good chap,” he said.
As I poured he stepped back from me a little and his warm hands untied the string of my shorts and he expertly slipped them down over my hips. My cock sprang up as his hands moved up and down either side of my body. Instantly I felt his hot hard cock insinuate itself between my legs.
“Just keep pouring, there’s a good chap,” said Charles and he moved himself downwards divesting me of my shorts. “I think you like this, don’t you?”
Like the little tart I was I lifted each leg in turn to help him. He ran his hands up the back of my thighs provoking a sigh from me and then a series of moans as his hands reached around to my tummy and his fingers slid back and forth across my tummy so that the back of his hands enticed my cock and heightened my desire. As I was no longer in my clogs he managed to line his cock up directly against the cleft between my bum cheeks. He was hot, hard and his desire for me only served to feed my own desire.
“Don,” he gasped. “I am so glad you accepted my invitation, aren’t you?”
He was holding my hips and pulling me gently back on to his cock as he pressed forward against me. I just moaned and arched my back to allow him to enjoy my willingness to oblige him in our mutual lust.
“Turn round now, there’s a good chap. I want to see your cock. It’s only fair since you have seen mine and I know you like it, don’t you? You see, I saw you peeping at me in the park. You were peeping at my cock, Don, weren’t you? Please say yes. I want you to tell me that you liked what you saw. Come on, now. Don’t be bashful.”
He was turning me round to face him. Whether it was the vodka or my own desire; whether it was the longing to be wanted again or the fact that I was allowing myself to be seduced again by another middle-aged man or whether it was just the fact that his cock was gorgeous, I don’t know. Our cocks touched and I let out a moan that came up out of the pit of my stomach.
“I liked it Charles,” I managed to whisper.
“In that case,” said Charles, “you are going to love this.”
He took my cock in his hand and bent it down towards the tip if his.
“Hold your cock at that angle for me, there’s the good chap.”
As I held my cock so, he drew his own foreskin back to reveal a beautiful, glistening, purple gland. He placed it directly against my throbbing cock head. I could hardly control myself. I just want to masturbate myself looking at his fat hairy cock. His cock was somewhat bigger and fatter than mine and he took his foreskin between the fingers and thumbs of each of his hands and made an opening like a cavern with it beyond the end of his cock head.
“Come in to me, Don, there’s a good chap. Come in to my body and let our cocks be one magnificent appendage of mutual pleasure and delight. You will love it, I promise you,” said Charles in a low, inviting tone.
How could I have refused him? He had stretched his foreskin out nearly two inches and holding my cock tightly I allowed my own foreskin to slide back and pushed myself inside his until the tip of my cock head touched his cock head and we were slit to slit. It was so hot inside with our knobs twitching delightfully, the one against the other. Our breathing was more of a panting in unison. He put his right hand on the shaft of his cock and his left hand took the place of my hand on the shaft of my cock. I thought I was going to explode in orgasmic ecstasy.
“Oh Charles! Charles! Oh my God, Charles!” I whimpered.
“That’s it,” he said calmly, “that’s it. Ride my cock, Don. Ride my cock for me, there’s a good chap.”
I marveled at his self-control and began to push back and forth gently inside his extended foreskin. Our slits issued streams of pre-cum to lubricate our movements. The pleasure of him wanking me off inside his cock was the most beautiful feeling I had had for a long time. I was close to coming and out of control. I was panting and grunting and yelping in delight. I placed my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. I could not take my eyes of off our connected cocks. I could see my cock head and part of my cock moving back and forth under his foreskin. Oh God, it was beautiful. Charles was controlling me and my pleasure and that aroused me even more.
“Keep riding my big knob Don,” said Charles to encourage me. “Jab it into me with little jabs. Ride my cock with your cock. Ride my cock until you cum inside my cock. Give me your spunk. Go on then old chap; shoot your milky white spunk inside my cock. You know you want to. You love being cock to cock with Charles. You love being inside Charles’ big cock. You love my cock, you know you do, you little cock lover.”
I was already moaning out my orgasm before he got to the end of his dirty talk and his words only served to increase the intensity of my spurting climax. I gasped his name several times as I filled up his foreskin with my warm seed and then it was over and I was momentarily spent.
“Oh sweet, Jesus, Charles! That was just beautiful, just beautiful,” I said and I went down on my knees and took his cum soaked cock in my mouth, slurping all the sticky warm cum in to mouth. I could taste myself off of his cock. I so loved that taste. Charles petted my head lovingly. I was going to swallow and keep on sucking on his lovely cock head when he spoke again, in a commanding way.
“Share with me, there’s a good chap. Share your creamy cum with Charles.”
A little disappointed, I got off my knees. Standing up I moved my face next to his. Our lips joined and as he parted his lips I pushed my seed, quickly followed by my tongue, into Charles’ hungry mouth. We swirled the cum from mouth to mouth and reveled in the delights of the bitter salty flavour and the taste and smell of cock. Charles pushed it all back in to my mouth and told me to swallow for him, which of course I did.
“I see you don’t shave yet Don, do you? I like that. I really like that. Don’t be embarrassed. I really do like that. You are as smooth as a girl, really, you are old chap.”
I blushed again and he smiled at me warmly.
“Now Don, old chap,” said Charles, “Are you ready to take this up another notch and have some more fun with Charles? Will you wear your clogs for me? Will you call me Mister Charles and let me see you walk up and down the living room? I like to watch naked young men parade up and down for me Don. It excites me to see their cocks wobble and their bums wiggle. You will wiggle your bum for me in your clogs, won’t you Don, just to please me?”
Thinking that Charles was only role-playing when he called himself Mister Charles and knowing that there was a big part of me that enjoyed playing a submissive role with a much older man I was happy to play his game.
“Of course, Mister Charles,” I responded. “I will enjoy obeying your every command in order to please you and make you happy.”
“Good show,” said Charles, “Jolly good show. Just take off your t-shirt too, there’s the good boy. You don’t mind if Mister Charles calls you boy, do you Don? Now, allow me a moment to get myself comfortable on the sofa, there’s a good chap.”
He took the two glasses and the martini mix and went into the living room. A moment later he called me to walk in and pass up and down before him for his inspection. He told me to be sure to wiggle my bum and have my foreskin pulled back so my cock could wobble.
Feeling a little bit self-conscious at first but still semi erect I obeyed Charles and proceeded to walk up and down the living room in the manner he had asked of me. Charles asked me if I was enjoying doing this for him and I said that I was. I exaggerated my wiggle for him and he said he liked that. I paused for him when he asked me to. I placed my hand on one hip when he told me to. I stood beside him and drank from the martini glass. I did everything he asked of me.
“Oh you are so cute and sexy,” said Charles. “I love that you know how to be obedient. I love your firm body and your smooth white skin. Be a good boy now and stand with your back to me. Now look over your shoulder and smile provocatively at me, there’s a good boy.”
I did this for him several times and even batted my eyelids several times, each time I looked over my shoulder at him. He really liked that and I took pleasure in the praise he lavished on me for doing this. He kept touching his cock and he stayed erect. He asked me to bend over from the waist and try to touch the ground as if I were reaching to pick up something I had dropped.
“No,” he said. His voice betrayed his unhappiness. “That just won’t do. Come over here at once and finish your martini. I would like you to wear something else and you will do what I ask, won’t you boy?”
“Of course, I will, Charles.” I replied. This was a mistake. His hand slapped me very hard on the bare bottom and I was really sore.
“Mister Charles, boy,” he said angrily. “You will address me as Mister Charles, do you hear me boy?”
“Yes, Mister Charles,” I replied.
He slapped me hard on the other buttock and told me to stay there. He left the room and returned with a thin black ribbon, a white coloured pair of ladies high heels, a pair of skimpy, black, nylon, panties and a hair brush.
“Kneel down in front of me Don, and hold this ribbon,” he said.
I knelt down and he stood behind me combing my long brown hair back and pulling it all up in to a pony tail. He handed me the brush and took the ribbon from me. He tied my hair back in to a pony tail with the ribbon. He was very gentle and had obviously done this many times before. He told me to kick off the clogs and step in to the high heels. I felt so sexy standing naked in the high heels and couldn’t wait to walk up and down in them for Charles. I had an erection again and Charles noticed. He kept rubbing the panties on his cock and damp spots quickly appeared on them.
“Does my little boy like wearing high heels then Don?” asked Charles. “Do you feel all feminine and sexy Don? Oh you do, don’t you, boy? Stroke your cock for me then, there’s a good chap. I like to see boys in high heels with big hard cocks, wanking for me.”
“Yes Mister Charles,” I replied, giving him the answer I knew he wanted but I also knew he had me bang to rights in his teasing comments. True to form my hard, erect, cock, advertised the fact that I loved wearing heels for this bossy little man who was bending me to his will and I was more than happy to oblige him. I stroked my cock slowly for him. I held it at the base and wobbled it up and down and to and fro for him. I put a finger in my mouth and acted like a slut for him miming questions and phrases like “Who, me?”, “Big cocks”, “I want you”. I smiled and blew kisses at him. My outrageous behaviour had the desired effect on him. He was very, very aroused. Pre-cum stained the little black panties.
“Oh you sweet, dirty, little pansy, boy. You have done this before. I will teach you to tease Mister Charles. Get over here now bitch boy, and I mean right now.”
“Me, Mister Charles,” I asked Charles, feigning an exaggerated innocence and turning my back to him.
“What a naughty, sexy, little boy you are!”
“Oh Mister Charles,” I said in a teasing voice. “Did you not like my little show?”
“Come over here, old chap and I will show you how much I liked it,” said Charles.
The little black nylon panties were just hanging on his engorged cock. They were in beautiful contrast to his pale white skin and a perfect match for his black pubic hair. I wanted to rub myself against him and eagerly covered the ground between us. He indicated with his hand that he wanted me to sit on his knee and I did not need to be asked twice. I wanted to feel his hairy thighs beneath the soft smooth skin on the backs of mine. I sat on his knee and draped my arms lovingly around his neck and looked up in to his eyes adoringly. His eyes told me how much he wanted me as did the hardness of his still firm cock which was pressing against me.
Our lips met and mine parted to admit his long wet tongue which sought out my own to dance with and swirl for our mutual pleasure. While we were locked in this loving embrace he ran his hand tenderly up and down between my thighs rasping his finger tips along the soft white skin of my inner thighs to entice me and encourage me to be for him what he wanted me to be. I ran my fingers through his hair and gently caressed his head to let him know that I felt as he did and wanted this as much as he did.
He broke off the kiss and we both caught our breath. I had been right about his lips. He was a wonderful kisser. It was his beautiful full lips that I had noticed when he sat beside me on the bench in the park and the roughness of his manly face that made the difference when we kissed.
“Touch me, Don,” he whispered. “There’s a good chap. Use the panties to rub me up and down. Tease me, please, while I look at your legs in those white heels. Oh God, Don, your legs in those heels look so long and sexy and your lovely hard cock. Tease me; please tease me, old chap.”
So I teased him mercilessly because he wanted me too. I said the things I thought he wanted to hear me say as I gently petted and patted his thick shaft with my fingertips.
“Mister Charles,” I whispered, in my sweetest little voice. “Oh Mister Charles, you are a very dirty man for making me wear these lovely white high heels for you. You do enjoy watching young men walking up and down for you in ladies’ heels and nothing else, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he said. “I love it.”
“You have brought lots of young men here to your house to parade up and down for you, haven’t you Mister Charles?”
“Yes,” he said. “I love looking at naked young men and their big cocks.”
“Mister Charles,” I continued. “You are a very dirty man. I bet you just love to look at their long legs and wobbly cocks, don’t you? You like to have little skimpy panties on your cock as you watch those lovely, naked, young men walk up and down for you, don’t you? Do you like to see their bums wiggle for you as they walk up and down with their cocks dangling between their legs? Is that what you like, old chap?”
“Oh God, yes, yes,” he cried.
“Mister Charles, you are so nasty,” I added. “I bet you make them bend over for you so you can leer at their lovely bums and long legs from behind as you play with your big cock, don’t you, old chap?”
He started to moan and I let my fingertips tap lightly against the sensitive underside of his cock head. He was leaking copious amounts of pre cum and his heavy breathing was interrupted by little whimpers. He was staring at my cock and my legs and the high heels. His eyes betrayed his growing lust for the situation. I took a tiny piece of his foreskin between my finger and thumb and tugged it several times in a row. He moaned deeply. I slid the nylon panties up and down his cock and tugged on his foreskin again.
“Do you like looking at my long legs and my hard cock Mister Charles?” I asked him as I teased him with the little panties. “Why don’t you touch my cock, Mister Charles and feel how hot it is?”
“You are such a beautiful tease, Don,” he replied. “Don’t you know what I want? I want your warm, wet mouth, that’s what I want old chap. Suck me, Don. Suck me now, there’s a good chap.”
“Oh Mister Charles,” I teased. “That is so naughty. You are a very naughty man. You are making me do very dirty things for you.”
I slid down on the sofa and lay down on my tummy with my head over his midriff. Before taking his cock in my mouth I teased him again one last time.
“Now then, Mister Charles; when I suck your cock in to my mouth and lap you with my tongue, don’t you dare stare at my legs or touch my bum,” I said quietly, knowing fine rightly that he was going to do exactly that to intensify his orgasm.
Holding his shaft tightly with the little black nylon panties, I pulled down gently to expose his swollen bulbous head which I covered in saliva as I slurped it with a popping suction straight in to my mouth and bathed expertly with my tongue. He placed his hand on my bum and I sucked him deeper into my mouth while still pulling downwards on his thick shaft. I slid the fingers of my left hand down under his balls to gently massage them with feather like effect.
His moaning intensified and became quite guttural and noisy. I heard a muffled yell and the first spurt of his hot tasty ejaculate exploded from his wide open slit quickly followed by several more. I had to swallow or lose it. Some of his hot, tasty seed spilled from the sides of my mouth to flow quickly down the shaft of his cock coming to rest on my hand and staining the little nylon panties. His hips jerked upwards in several harsh thrusts but I moved my head upwards to compensate. He was roaring out his pleasure and his hand came to rest on the top of my head and began to rub it gently.
“You beautiful boy, Don,” he said as his cock began to go soft in my mouth. “That was absolutely gorgeous, old chap. I mean it. That was absolutely wonderful. Thank you ever so much my darling boy.”
His praise made me blush again but I felt very happy. I did not release his cock from the warm, wet, confinement of my mouth, until I had sucked from it, every last drop of his manly seed and then some. I just had one little problem which Charles would be able to see quite clearly as I rolled over on to my back laying my head on his lap.
I wanted more from him now, much more. I made a show of sucking Charles’ spilled creamy essence in to my mouth. He smiled his approval as I lay there wantonly, looking up at him, feigning innocence and a coyness that belied my need for release. I was tempting him. My body language was urging him to touch me where my need was greatest. However, he gently stroked my head in a very soothing manner as he looked me up and down.
Taking the little, black, cum stained, panties from around his cock he dangled them over my face and I heard him say.
“Can you smell my spunk on these little panties, Don, old chap? Go on then. Inhale deeply. You know you want to. You do love the taste and smell of Mister Charles, don’t you, boy? I know you enjoyed walking up and down for me in those white high heels, didn’t you?”
Saying this he rubbed the little, black panties all over my face and I inhaled deeply. I had this mad urge to put them on and show him how good they would look on me while I was wearing his white high heels.
As if he had read my mind Charles asked me that very question.
“Would you like to put these little panties on for me one day Don, old chap? I would love to see you in them. I would love to see your cock straining to break out of them, old boy. You will put them on for me on your next visit, won’t you?”
He smile was expansive and I had no intention of refusing Mister Charles. I smiled back at him saying that there was nothing that would please me more.
“I say, Don, old chap,” said Charles with an expression that indicated his delight, “your cock looks absolutely fabulous. Would you like me to help you with that old boy?”
“Yes please, Mister Charles,” I replied, moving up to lie against him once more.
“Would you like to cum in to the little black panties, Don? Is that what you would like? I think it is,” he teased. “Lots of the young men who come to my house like to cum in panties especially when they are wearing high heels like you are, Don”
“There’s nothing I would like more, Mister Charles,” I responded, doing my best to conceal my excitement from him.
“Do you know what, Don, old chap?” said Charles. “I think you are just a little sissy boy at heart. Are you a panty loving sissy, Don? Do you love the feel of panties on your cock? I bet you do.”
“Yes, Mister Charles. I love the feel of panties against my hard cock.”
He placed the panties over my cock and ran his hand smoothly, back and forth, and up and down, the length of my cock. His touch was so light and all the while he teased me for my pleasure.
“Don likes little panties, doesn’t he? Who is a little panty lover then? Who likes high heels and panties?”
“I do, Mister Charles,” I moaned.
“Who likes to ride Mister Charles’ big cock? You do, don’t you? You just love big old cocks, don’t you, old chap?
“Yes, yes,” I cried.
“Don likes to suck Charles’ big fat cock, doesn’t he? Little cocksucker Don.”
I lay there looking in to his eyes and listening to him teasing me and I was in lost in the pleasurable sensations he was administering to me. He continued transporting me to heaven with the movement of his hand across my cock and then he asked me.
“Who is my new, little, cock sucking slut, old chap? Come on, tell me Don. Tell Mister Charles. Who is my new little cocksucker, Don? It’s you Don, isn’t it? You just love my cock, don’t you? I think I’ll make you suck it again. What are you Don? You are my little, sexy, high heel wearing, cock sucker.”
That was it. I could hold back no longer and I called out his name as I emptied everything I had left into the little black panties as he held me tightly in his hand.
“Oh God! Charles! Charles! I am! I am!”
Mister Charles was smiling at me and I smiled back at him saying thank you. He told me to let him stand up and then asked me if I would lie flat out on the sofa for him facing the back of the sofa. When I did this, he adjusted the high heels on my feet to his satisfaction and drank some more from his glass.
“I just want to drink you up with my eyes old chap, you don’t mind, do you Don?”
“Mister Charles can do just whatever he wants to do to me,” I replied looking back at him over my shoulder and smiling. Wallowing in the afterglow of post orgasmic bliss I meant what I had said. I raised my hips a little off the sofa for him to see and I wiggled my bum at him, invitingly.
As cool as you like, Mister Charles finished his drink, set his glass down on the table and came over to the sofa. He picked up the cum-soaked panties and dropped them on my face. He reached behind one of the cushions and produced a small jar of Vaseline petroleum jelly. I looked up at this little man and watched him unscrew the top of the jar, casually drop the lid on the carpeted floor and dip his fingers into the contents of the jar. He had that glint in his eyes that had attracted me in the park and I couldn’t wait to feel his entire body with its beautiful, pale white skin press against me. His cock, formerly flaccid was now semi erect.
I moved closer to the back of the sofa and stuck my bum out to greet his fingers which expertly found their destination. He slid his fingers up and down the outside of my bum hole and then penetrated me with his middle finger first. My muscles contracted at first and then I relaxed and allowed my self to enjoy his steady movements. A second finger entered me and Mister Charles made small circular movements. Round and round his fingers moved as they journeyed inwards and then outwards. I pushed back to meet them and Mister Charles noticed my movements.
“Do you like that, old boy? You do, don’t you. You do like my fingers moving in and out of your tight little bum, don’t you?”
He slipped his fingers out but only to get even more Vaseline and then they were back inside me again, making me squirm.
“I say Don, old chap; you really are so tight and hot in there. Do you like what I am doing to you? I love it, Don. I love fingering young men’s bums. It makes my cock ever so hard. I’m so hard for you now Don, old chap. What do you think I should do with this hard cock, Don? Is there somewhere where I could put it? Where do you think I should put it Don?”
I replied. “Put it inside me Mister Charles. I want you to put it inside me.”
He withdrew his fingers and I heard him apply a dollop of Vaseline on to the head of his cock and rub it in. I felt his hands open up my buttocks and then the hardness of his cock press straight against my hole. He pressed harder against my hole and I pushed back on to him causing him to slide straight in. We both gasped. He pushed once more and I could feel him go all the way in. I let out a little yelp and we lay there, motionless as my bum got accustomed to his thickness. He felt so much bigger inside me than he had felt when I held him in my hand.
Our breathing was loud. I could hear him sigh behind me as he mumbled something about me being so hot and so tight. Fully recovered from his penetration I began to move against him to let him know all was well. He reached one arm around me and held me tightly against his chest and with his other hand on my shoulder he proceeded to press me downwards against his rapidly, more forceful, upward thrusts.
He fucked me. Mister Charles just fucked me until he came deep inside me. He was only interested in fucking me for his own pleasure and I didn’t care because it was me he wanted to be his source of pleasure and that was enough this time. I loved his panting. I loved his grunting. I loved the heat our joined bodies were generating. It was just so beautiful to have his thick cock inside me and to know that I was the cause of its hardness and lust. My legs and my bum were turning him on and making him want to fuck me. My own cock remained soft throughout the love making but leaked fluid continually. The little panties covered in my cum were stuck to my face and the smell of cum permeated my every panted breath.
I loved the slapping sound that was emitted each time his hips crashed against my bum cheeks. I loved the fullness I felt when he bottomed out inside me. I loved the sensations caused deep within my bum hole as his thickness slid with ease in and out of me. I loved listening to the increasing loudness of his grunts and groans of pleasure knowing it was his desire for me that was driving him to thrust in to me more and more forcefully as his orgasm approached.
I lay there thrusting back against him to make it even more pleasurable for him and when he cried out loudly in his orgasmic delight I cried out his name again and smiled. I felt his cum run down and out of me as he softened inside me. He did not pull out of me but lay inside me for as long as he could. Finally he recovered sufficiently and spoke to me.
“Oh Don. You are one gorgeous little fuck. I so needed that. Thank you, old chap; thank you so very much.”
“No. Thank you, Mister Charles. I needed that even more than you.”
I turned myself round to face him and lifted up a little so he could put one arm under me and one arm around me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and we lay there embracing and kissing for what seemed an age. He kept telling me how sweet and sexy I was and I just lay there and lapped up his praise. I felt renewed and whole again and told him so.
“Will you do this again for me, Don, old chap?” he asked.
“Of course I will, Mister Charles,” I replied and I meant it.
I will do this again for him and for others too.