A gay story: Victory in Surrender
I widened my legs, bent my knees against the side of the bed, bowed lower and thrust out my bare middle-aged arse to the lad- Connor, this beautiful golden-haired 20year old youth who had proven hard work to bring to this naked, sweaty conclusion. He smacked my arse cheeks but withheld his cock. Just as he had hitherto denied me his carnal pleasures totally, so too now he wasn’t going to give anything on my terms. He would play with me first for his own satisfaction. If I had to subject myself to humiliation and be a plaything to his youthful whims before the longed-for consummation, then I would just have to do so. He was in charge. He was the prize I had pursued in competition with my peers. He would give when he was good and ready.
He cracked my arse again and I heard him snicker-
“yeah, you want it bad, man. Don’t you? Haven’t had anything as fine as this big young cock for a while, huh?”
He knelt behind me. I saw his cute, boyish grin through my legs. Was he going to give me a rimming before entry? I was aching. The lad was edging me bad here. Somewhere in the back of my mind lurked the recognition that this was justly the way things should be going for me.
After all, I had spent my own 20s as the pampered and domineering lad for whom the older dudes on the scene were willing to spend time, money and effort courting just so I would make them beg and crawl to get a whiff of my young arse and perhaps even the attentions of my raging boy tool. That had been fun — while it lasted.
Now that I had passed my halcyon days, I had taken my place with the other mature lovers and pursuers of fresh talent. Connor was a recent victory for me against the lads who had come up on the scene along with me, from our debut in the early 2000s. I savoured this victory — hard won as it was. Connor was in my apartment, in my bedroom, his clothes jumbled with my own on my floor now. I had gotten this far with drinks, presents, offers and dedicated attention.
His sallow, toned and thin bod was there naked behind my own more rounded and less firm frame. That magnificent young schlong and cute, tight ass of his were within reach. That luscious, maddeningly musky, pungent boyhole too. But it was up to him when and if I got my fill from them.
“Ok, I gotta say you’re not looking too bad from here” said Connor half mockingly “ass is in pretty good condition. Cock, acceptable. But we gotta work on that belly sometime!” he laughed. I laughed too.
“yeah, okay. Whatever you say chief ” I responded “that ass you’re looking at was worth it’s bulk in gold when you were still in diapers I’ll have you know! You are inches from the butt that refused ex-’90s boyband members!”
“hah! Well, unless you want this boy’s arse and dick to refuse you, you’re gonna have to keep yourself in better condition!” he stood up and rendered another stinging smack across my arse and I wailed.
Then I felt that warm, moist shaft of his press through under my carriage, between my right thigh and ball-sack. He began to slowly and rhythmically grind, reaching around as he did to grasp my own aching cock. I felt his warm breath on my neck as he did. He smelled divine in all that concatenation of young, fit twink sweat, musk and brand deodorant.
“ok” he whispered breathily and commandingly “I gotcha. I’m gonna bring you there dad. You just give yourself up to me”
He began to pump more vigorously between my legs and increase the pace as he jacked my grateful dick against the bedsheet. I reached back and grasped his arse cheeks. This was it I was finally been given the long sought reward for my efforts these past few weeks. How envious my pals would be if they could see me here with the boy god we had lusted after.
He ceased his exertion suddenly, pulled me off the bed and flung me to the floor. I looked up in awe and sweaty amazement as this masterful twink stood astride me, squatted down lowering his ball-sack onto my ready tongue as he began to jack himself. I went to work furiously on my own tool as I serviced his package and strained to get my face nearer to his looming undercarriage and the sweet pucker behind. He obliged by thrusting his pelvis forward and teasing my lips with his gloriously stinky boy hole. Then he sat right down and I gorged myself with abandon.
We went to work together now in a slapping, heaving, hot and wet conundrum of young and middle aged body parts entangled on the floor.
Awhh!! Finally.
Connor was mine. It was my bedroom floor we baptized in the man juice of our ecstatic labours.