Hey, guys ... another whole new story from the old cnjshore-guy ... Was lying there last night, reading a few stories I'd printed-off from Nifty (yeah... I'm a real "Gutenberg" ... have to print them.. can't really do it reading totally online) and decided to stray away from my `series' rut and write a whole new story.
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I'm Rich
Well, all stories have to start somewhere...and, then, of course, we hope they go somewhere as well. Only I'm really not sure just where this one started -- or where it may eventually end. Hope you enjoy `the ride'.
I'm sure we've all met a guy named Rich. Lord only knows I've met more than a few!! Some were fantasy material, and some were easily passed by. ...and, if your name is Rich, I don't mean to slight or offend you, but, let's face it, I'm sure you've met more than one guy named Peter who either attracted you ... or didn't. So... hope we're even on that score.
It happened a few nights ago when I went out for dinner and by some quirk of fate, I decided not to go to one of my usual haunts, but stopped into a nice Italian restaurant a few miles from my house.
For those of you who don't know... I'm a 57 year-old widow(er?), retired, and living a somewhat lonely life the last 5 years. I have 3 grown kids (one son and two daughters) and each of them have 3 of their own -- all now under the age of 7!! (yeah!!! When we get together, it's a crowd -- and loud!) but as they (my kids) all know... I'm not out there looking for another wife. I happen to like other guys.
I'm nothing near "buff", but I get told often-enough that I am "masculine", or "nice and big", or just "attractive" -- notice that "hot", as well as "buff", weren't in that list!!!. I'm 5'10", about 200 pounds, graying hair, with a van dyke' (that's a stache and goatee'), and eight years of airborne infantry, plus a little time at the gym, might have contributed to those adjectives. So.. although I might just happen to be a fervent bottom, I've missed out more than once because the other guy thought I was a butch top'. (..and that's not to say that I haven't been versatile' on a few occasions)
Anyway... I followed the maitre de' to a table over in a far corner. Yes.. I get that a lot when I tell them "it's just me" -- off to the far corner with no window and no view!! But I managed to keep my tongue in check and just picked up the menu.
As I was checking out the veals and chickens, I noticed another single guy walk in and tell the maitre de' "it's just me". I damned near started to laugh!!! The maitre de' got this look on his face .. sort of...what the hell? ... not again??... C'mon... it's a business... and they hate to place a single person at a table that can hold four. It both wastes space and it reduces tips.
As they started back to a table near me, I got brave.
"Hey," I said. "I've got a half-empty table here. Would you mind sitting with me?"
That's not to say that I hadn't already checked him out. He was a full 6-feet of nicely proportioned man. Maybe 48-55, or maybe 40 or 60 (I'm a really poor judge of age). Just now graying at the temples, but a still full head of dark hair -- looked Italian or Spanish -- and the words "fuckin' gorgeous" came to mind.
He looked at me and said, "sure... I hate to eat alone anyway".
I thought the maitre de' would drop on the spot!!! (I almost did too!!) Then he recovered enough to say "thank you... that's a great idea". (and ... btw... we got some really `great service" after that!!!)
As he stood by the table, he stuck out his hand and said: "I'm Rich."
I stood and reached out to shake his hand and then, looking him in his eyes, I responded with a slight chuckle, "I really don't usually discuss my wealth when I first meet someone." (c'mon the opening was there... you could drive an 18-wheeler thru it!!)
"Aww.." he laughed. "No.. I ... mean... my name is Ricardo. But everyone calls me `Rich'."
"Sorry," I replied. "But you just left that gate too wide open!! I'm Peter. ...and please...ignore that open gate ... I just couldn't resist... And, please, don't call me `Pete'. I don't know why, but I just can't handle that one."
"Then you can call me `Ricardo'," he continued.
"No... if everyone else calls you `Rich', I'd prefer to call you that."
"That's a good start, Peter," he continued.
As he picked up his menu and started to check things out, I just couldn't keep my eyes off him. Those deep-set brown eyes. The slightly tan complexion. Lovely masculine nose and close-set ears. Just the beginning of a 5 o'clock shadow. A neck that just begged to be nuzzled and nibbled. Broad firm shoulders and wide hands with remarkably well-tapered fingers. Wide nail-beds and a touch of dark hair on the backs and on the first knuckles. They all just spelled "M-A-N"! ...and they spelled it the way I like it.
Over the next couple minutes, my mind had played through a half-dozen scenarios and other X-rated ideas about that man!!! ...and I had forgotten about my own menu.
"So? What do you think you are having?" he asked.
"Hunh?? Oh... yeah ... ah...ah... maybe the shrimp scampi..." I managed to mumble.
"I'm thinking about that penne arrabiate myself," he added. "I like hot `n spicy things."
"I'm a garlic-aholic myself," I responded. "although I also like the hot things... arrabiate included. I grew up in the southwest so I'm used to eating chilis with everything."
Without any change in his apparently comfortable demeanor, he looked me straight (?) in the eyes and said, "I like things with a lot of flavor and a lot of bite."
Turning, I know, 18 shades of red, I replied: "I just like things that taste good ... and hope they have a bit of spice to them."
Again, with no change, he looked back at me and asked: "So ... when did you know?"
Having been soooo far in the closet for soooo long... I looked up and tried to be confused. "Know? Know what?" I asked.
"Know you're gay ... and know you would like me to go home with you.." he said, almost matter-of-factly.
"Unnnnghhhh," was about the best I could even struggle out of my throat.
"Sorry," he continued, "but I thought that was where things were heading. Am I reading things the wrong way?"
"Oh..." I managed to get out... "no...I'm not sure how you are reading things.. but .. well... I'm ... well... not ... sure... not sure what ... but... well ... probably not." I could have sunk into the floor. I'm just not that open. "..and... yes..."
About that time the waiter arrived with our dinners and I was overjoyed. Talk turned into chewing.
Now I've got an even bigger problem. The way this place makes scampi, I might as well have just moved into a garlic garden -- chewed it, eaten it, rubbed it all over my body. I'm going to smell of that delicious stuff for at least two days!!! It'll be on my breath .. .and coming out of my pores !!!
"Wow! This arrabiate is good!" Rich stated, as he re-opened the conversation.
"Now I think I need some man-scampi," he said as he looked me directly in my eyes.
This scared the shit out of me!!! I've never been so direct, but I have been lucky enough to meet a few guys and get them home. Now here I was with a guy that I could only dream about telling me that -- at least I hoped so -- he would like to be with me.
"Well give me an hour and you'll have garlic coming out all over me," I said. Then I just bent over and blushed and hid my face. C'mon... I don't do this!!! I don't make myself so open to a stranger. Then, again.. the idea came to mind... he IS a `stranger'... why do I have to be hidden.
I've often laughed that "after my wife passed away, I took out my tools and put a big wide, sliding glass door on the backside of my closet". The front door stayed intact and I could crack it open a bit and look out, but the door on the back opened onto a nice deck and a whole new world.
So... I invited him back to my rear deck. (Little did I know then, which `rear deck' he would finally enjoy -- yeah, right!!).
After we got back to my house, I poured a couple drinks and we sat in the almost-never- used living room. I sat on the sofa. He sat in the wing-back chair across from me. I sipped my Jamesons as he nipped on his Absolut, orange juice, and cranberry.
Almost no words were spoken until I finally looked up and asked, "Don't you think the bedroom would be better?"
He just nodded, stood up, and I put my hand out. He grabbed my hand and I led him out of the living room and down the halls to the master bedroom suite.
As we were walking down the hall, he turned to me and said, "I've never done this before. All my talk was just `talk'. But I've always wanted to try it. Is that okay with you?" I just looked over and smiled at him.
As we stood at the end of the king-sized bed, I didn't say a word. I just turned and started to unbutton and remove his shirt. As I did, I found a patch of dark hair in the middle of his chest -- between two lovely, dark, brown nipples.
My right hand began to stroke its way through the hair as I bent forward and took his right nipple into my mouth and chewed it lightly with my teeth. I thought that man was gorgeous before...but now.. he was totally beyond gorgeous.. he was just breath-taking!!
My mouth went totally against his chest as my hands moved around and up his back. I wanted to completely devour that man!!!
Somewhere I had lost all conscious recognition of my own body, but did seem to notice that I no longer had a shirt either...and that the buckle on my belt was being loosened.
I had to respond equally. I managed to control my hands enough to reach forward and down and began to unbuckle his belt and open the snap and zipper on his slacks.
As quickly as I could, I got his trousers open and managed to get them to drop to his ankles. And just as quickly, I moved my hands to his crotch and felt his massive manhood throbbing into them through the grey boxer briefs. This guy was no 5-incher and had a set of egg-sized balls that just went with the rest!!
That's when I felt his hands mirroring things.
"Awwwww, fuck !!!" I nearly shouted as I pulled him down onto the bed with me.
Somehow we both managed to kick off our shoes and the ankle-held trousers, and there we were in our matched grey boxer briefs -- and socks !!! Hugging and stroking, and touching, and entwining. Our hardened cocks meeting with the grey cotton interventions.
I didn't say anything .. nor did I want to... I just reached over and grabbed the elastic waist-band of his shorts, pulled them out to get over any obstacles, and then down his legs.
He didn't say anything, either... just did the same for me... down the legs and off the feet.
There we were...finally...naked together. I looked down and finally saw his 7.5 uncut inches of wonderful, tan cock. He got the chance to look down to see my own 6.5 cut inches. Then we re-embraced.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, fuckkkk," he murmured. "I always thought it would be this nice."
"Unhhhh... `always thought'...unhhhhh... like you never did this before?" I stuttered.
"No," he quickly replied. "No, I have never been with a guy before. I always wanted to, but I never even jacked off with a buddy in high school." "..but... awwww, shit... this is good!" he added.
"You want good' ?" I asked, rhetorically, "I'll show you some good' !!!"
With that I bent forward and took his cock into my mouth. He just went totally rigid -- over his entire body. Then I took the base of his cock in my hand and pulled the skin down so that I had uncovered his protected head while it was still in my mouth. My tongue started to swirl around the incredibly smooth and slick head and his ass came up off the bed.
"Awwwwnnnnnnggggggggggg! Ohhhhh, fuckkkkk !!!" he moaned.
If he had been truthful, he had never felt that before. And his whole body went stiff and then began to shake and shiver. His whole body was alive with the sensations. I believed him!!!
I pulled his skin forward and then dipped my tongue inside the hood. As I again swirled my tongue around the head, I stopped and pushed it down to touch the frenulum where the foreskin was attached just below the `v' on the underside of the head.
The guy became totally unglued !!! His back arched. His hips lifted. His legs went totally rigid as they stretched out to their maximum length. They started to just throb and and jerk, and his cock went from rock-hard to steel-has-no-chance -- and he just screeched!!!!
Oh, shit was I enjoying this !!! My own cock was so hard it could drive nails. My abs, though not in 6 or 8-pack category, were totally hardened.
I backed off a bit... and he finally got his voice back.
"What the hell was that?" he croaked.
"That was me making you feel good," I replied. "And that's just the start," I added.
This time I just used my hand to peel the skin back off his usually covered head ... and began to lick it all over. My tongue was working it all over, then my hand, as I saw the first drop of pre-cum issue from his puckered slit lips, I licked across it and then buried the head in my mouth.
His ass came up off the bed again and he began to hump forward into my mouth. "Awww, fuck... What are you doing to me?" he begged.
"As I said ... I'm just gonna make you feel good," I replied.
This time I crawled so that I was finally in between his legs and his knees were over my shoulders. There were things I needed to do. My goal was to make that guy just screech!
I pulled off his cock and moved lower so that I had his beautiful ball sack in my face. Then his left nut disappeared into my loving mouth.
You'd have thought he had been speared through the heart -- what a reaction.!
"Awwwwwwwwwwwwww, Jesussssssssss, fucckkkkkkkkkkk!" he shouted.
"Awwww...godddddd... awwwwwww shitttttt... awwwww fuckkkkkk," he continued as I chewed that one and then shifted to the right one.
Lifting his legs a bit, I went the next step. There was that tasty, manly, musky taint' (or perineum' for you biology buffs) ... and I was licking it and rubbing my goatee on it. I could feel the base of his hard-as-a-rock cock down there. It just made it that much better. The tip of my finger was now running circles around his sweet flower.
He was humping and jumping and writhing and moaning ... at that point, I don't think he could even utter sounds, much less words...
Then, testing it for smell... and finding it sweet... my tongue went right onto his pucker. For a few seconds I actually feared that he was going to have a coronary!!! His whole body went into spasms and contortions and flips and flops and twists... it was totally new for me -- and, obviously, for him --... I had never seen such a reaction.
The next thing I heard was his moan and a very quiet... "Fuck me, Peter... please...fuck me!"
Wow! Now you're talking dilemma time. Here I was, hoping to get his cock in my ass -- me the bottom -- and now he's asking for my cock in his ass.
At this point I was already hard enough to drive nails with my own `hammer'... so... sure... maybe... I'll try that "other side".
I reached over to the night table next to the bed and used the pump bottle of lube to squirt some lotion onto my right hand. Then I brought it down and slid it through the crack between his lovely cheeks.
"Ohhhhhh, yessss," he murmured as I greased his channel.
With that I pressed my middle finger against the little flower and it just slipped inside.
"Mmmmmmmmm" he muttered.
Pushing it forward, I suddenly felt his rock-hard nut in there and stroked it.
"Awwwwwwww, fuckkkkkkkkkk!" he nearly shouted.
"More!" he demanded.
Pulling the finger out, I added my index finger to the party.
The two just slipped into the hole like it had been used a hundred times before.
"Yesssssssssssss" he groaned.
Pushing them in and making sure that I rubbed that nut again, he just pushed his ass up and tried to get my whole arm in there!!!
"More!" he demanded again.
I added my ring finger. And pushed the three fingers in.
"More!" he said again. Clearly and loudly.
"Okay," I answered, and, placing my cock at his hole, I pushed forward and it was like he had a vacuum cleaner in there. The next thing I knew, I had just bottomed out -- my pubes were shoved into his ass-crack.
Holy shit!!!! Was that tight and warm and wet and smooth...and everything a cock really likes to feel.
He just moaned. Then he pushed his ass back onto me, driving his ass onto me as deeply as he possibly could.
..and he moaned again, as I felt him tighten and all but suck it in balls and all.
I started to pull back... but then had to just shove it back in -- all the way!!!
"Mmmmmphhh," he grunted.
"Hold on to your head, babe... I'm gonna fuck your ass!!!" I nearly shouted.
I can't believe the feelings that were wrapped both around my cock and around my brain!!
Here I was... the otherwise total bottom... and I was pounding my cock into his ass for all I was worth. My body and some little bitty part of my brain, I assume, were working to drive my cock in and out of that tight manpussy. I've never felt anything like it. It was just incredible!!!! All I wanted at that point was to breed that hole. To leave my spunk in there!!! ...and I knew that was what he wanted as well.
Pound!!!! Pound!!!! Fuck it!!!! Slam it!!!! My cock was being driven into that tight, cum sucking hole with such vengeance!! My body was just screaming with sensations! I wanted to just drive into that warm, moist, tight hole until I died!! My cock was so hard I thought it might explode outwards, but only wanted it to explode the contents of my balls and prostate!!! I screamed... "I want to breed your ass!!!" and then ... I couldn't hold it back... hell, I couldn't hold it back... It was gonna shoot...and ... when it did...
"Awwwwwwwwwww, fuckkkkkkkkkkk!" he shouted as he felt me slam into him that last time and my cock turned into a firehose.
I felt the tingle start at my toes. Then it was a sharply electric shock as it moved up my legs and thighs and centered on my balls. My spine just arched backwards and the correlative tingle and electric buzz sent shock waves down my whole nervous system to merge in my balls with the upcoming sensations. Then ... my brain just went numb as the two roads met and my balls sent up fireworks like a 4th-of-July spectacular. The `mad minute' had already begun!!!
The next thing I knew, I was firing shot after shot of incredibly hot man lava into the cave of his deepest recesses. I moaned, I grunted, I just made all sorts of noises as my juices were being deposited into his sucking, man-eating hole.
He was moaning like a banshee and just wriggling under me. His ass sucking my very essence. No words. Just man-to-man sounds that told each of us that we were where we so much wanted to be.
As the last of my juice was being spent into his cavern, I reached down and under him and felt the hot, slick warmth of his own ejaculate between him and the sheet below him.
I leaned forward and buried my mouth into the back and side of his neck as I nibbled toward his ear.
As we finally recovered from our mutual ecstasy, I rolled over to the side and just looked at his face and into his eyes.
He looked back into my eyes and then smiled.
...what more could anyone ask for?
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