“Let me do that for you. Just drape yourself over the pillow. He did and I poured a generous amount of the lubricant on his ass hole and began to finger fuck him. He moaned. I then slid two fingers in him before I paused to put on a condom. I fingerfucked him with three fingers before I exchanged them in his ass with my cock.
He moaned again.
“How do you like it? I asked.
“Long slow strokes please.”
I fucked him as he wished until about fifteen minutes later when he panted, “Pound me, pound me.”
I did and in less than two minutes I filled the condom as he groaned. I slowed to a stop and draped my body over his then kissed his shoulder.
He sighed, “Stay in me for as long as you can.”
That was about four minutes. I got off him and rolled him onto his back, I was going to suck him off but he had already cum. I slurped his cock into my mouth then rolled him to me and we kissed.
We dozed off.
He was kissing me when I awoke.
“Do you have any wine?” he asked.
“Yes, Sweet Red. Want some?”
“Yes, please,” He kissed me again and we got up.
I caressed his ass as we walked to the kitchen and poured some wine for us. We sat in the living room and drank our wine and talked.
“As you may have noticed I am a bottom. I have not had a top to play with in years. The husbands of the lesbians I know are also bottoms. We tend to lose our erections before the fuck is over if we get one at all. Your ass is likely safe from me.”
“Well thanks, I guess. But I am sure I want you to try to fuck me before the weekend is over. You did like my blowjob.”
“Yes, I did but I was trying very hard to cum for a long while before I finally did. Thanks for sticking to it.”
“My pleasure and that will be repeated too. Do you always cum when fucked?”
“Not in some years, you were a perfect lover. I want you to fuck me again with your next erection, please. I have plenty of condoms.”
“Anytime,” I said and apparently meant it. I needed to kiss him right then. He needed to kiss me back.
It became one of my favorite after fuck times.
It was ten that evening before my next erection slid into his ass. The time I fucked him for twenty five minutes before he growled, “Now.”
I soon heard a deep moan and slowed to a halt.
I leaned over him and kissed his cheek then resumed the slow fuck. I had not cum. He sighed deeply and mumbled, “A first for me, thanks.”
I took long slow stokes for about ten minutes before I filled the condom.
“Oh,” he said as he felt the warmth. I continued the long strokes until my cock expired.
As I lay to his side and scooped him into my arms I was glad we had decided to cover the pillow with a small throw blanket, it was covered with cum. There was a cum covered pillow on the floor already.
I kissed him until he was asleep then got up, checked the locks, turned everything off and got in bed.
I suddenly realized that in the morning he was going to be the first person to wake up with me on that bed.
Every sex partner I had since the divorce had been at her house or a motel.
I never expected my first lover on that bed would be a guy.
I smiled.
He woke me up the next morning by sucking me off. We went to the shower where I sucked him off. That time he lasted less than two minutes. Maybe it was because I was fingerfucking his while I did.
I needed to rethink that.
We spent the entire day in my home nude. We cooked, cleaned and fucked. He did try to fuck me once but his cock died before he could ejaculate.
I did like his cock in me and made sure he understood we were trying it again.
Sunday we did try again and his cock remained firm long enough for me to enjoy being fucked but again he did not cum until I sucked him off as I fingerfucked his ass.
He enjoyed watching my third screen saver, men fucking and sucking men.
Late Sunday afternoon he went home.
Monday at lunch I invited him to dinner and suggested he bring work clothes for Tuesday.
By the following weekend he was living with me.
He had offered to give me the money he paid in rent for the privilege. That was over two hundred dollars over what my mortgage payments were. He then decided he would pay ‘our’ mortgage.
I agreed.
He did manage to fuck me about twice a month long enough for me to enjoy it. I did fuck him nearly every night. One of us sucked the other off nearly every night.
We did take turns driving to work but we never had contact while there. Management was homophobic.
We had lived together for eight years and were approaching our fiftieth birthday. Sex events had gone from daily to bi-weekly although we still kiss often. He decided the present he wanted was a wedding. We went to New Mexico for a week and married there.
Few notice our wedding bands at work but the ones that did already suspected and approved.
On our tenth anniversary of our first fuck we went to gay club with a gay couple. The four of us were fucked all night while on their patio out back. The four of us then went to my bed and fucked some more.
That weekend had us content for weeks and we had foursomes every month or two.
As we neared our sixtieth birthday our cocks were no longer reliable so we got prescriptions. He could at last fuck me until I ejaculated on the pillow. I could again fuck him to two cums.
Two weeks after his birthday he died of a stroke at his desk. I heard the commotion but stayed at work until a co-worker told me to follow him. He led me to an ambulance and I saw him being worked on. He told the EMT I was the husband and they assisted me in.
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I could tell he would not come back so I kissed him goodbye. I waited until he was officially declared dead before I cried.
I made funeral arrangements and attended his burial.
When I made it home my ex-wife was there naked in my bed.
She said, “I lost mine last month. I am afraid I will kill myself before long. I am afraid you will too. We need to talk each other out of it or help the other do it.”
I nodded, got undressed and got in bed with her.
We cried and hugged. We kissed. We slept.
The next morning we hugged often and talked about our daughter. She had not heard from her since she explained why she had left me. Before that day was over we realized all we had was each other.
The possibility of suicide faded over time. We slept in the same bed and at times we would cry but we had each other to hold onto.
About three months later on my nightstand next to my water there was a magic pill.
On hers was an open bottle of lubricant.
We made love for a long time that night, we cried once but she never let my cock out of her pussy.
We fucked about once a week, usually Saturday nights after our date. Two years passed and I retired early. I took her to Paris and Rome. There were times we could fuck without the pill.
We never told each other we loved them, I don’t think we did. We needed each other and understood that and that was enough. We lived into our mid seventies.