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He worked in the grocery store.  I wouldn’t have given him special notice, but for his face.  It was a bit aquiline, with pouty lips, but his eyes transfixed.  He looked so very, very stoned.  His goofy thousand yard stare beguiled me; I craved his focus - on me.  I saw him most every week.  I tried not to look stare or ogle, but I think he did notice.  Although he wore the baggy clothes fashionable among his peers, I came to realize that he had a taut, froggy, twink body.  I wanted him.  But decades separated our ages, and I’m not really much to look at.

Fast forward to one cool, rainy night in fall.  I was driving home from a gathering, nearing home.  My headlights picked out this curled up body, seated on the ground, head down to his knees.  He looked up in the glare.  It was he, the one I wanted.  I stopped just past him, got out, and asked if he needed help.  There was a flicker of recognition in his eyes, then he said: “I need a place to sleep.  You can fuck me if you want”.  I think I gasped, and then I think I moaned.

I held out my hand to help him up.  I think he was a little weak from the cold, as he leaned on my walking to the car.  When I got him home, I could see he was shivering, in a weakened state, barely conscious.  Much as I wanted him, I didn’t feel like fucking a zombie.

I said: “Hot shower”. And started to undress him.  Or maybe I could fuck a zombie, as his body was just gorgeous.  Slightly muscled, but thin, longish legs.  Good hair in his pits and his groin, a cute wisp on his chest.  Prominent nipples.  And lastly, pulling down his briefs, a cute cut cock above largish balls.

I had to almost physically restrain myself from swallowing his cock.  I took him upstairs naked, turned on the shower.  He was leaning against me while the water warmed.  But it wasn’t passive; he was moving against me.  The water was ready so I pushed him in.  At first I was concerned he couldn’t stand on his own, but the warm water revived him like a plant after a rainfall.  He was OK so I went to get some towels and a robe.

I was gone a couple of minutes.  When I came back, he was out of the shower and posing, showing off his taut twink body.  His cock was larger.  He toweled off quickly while I held the robe.  When I moved in to place it around his shoulders, he moved in to kiss me, and to press his body against mine.  No shy first kiss from him; his tongue was exploring my mouth and wetting my face from the first, sucking my spit.  It felt like he was eating my face.  My desire, held in check, grew full force.

He was glued to my body, so we sort of slow danced to the bed, where I sat him down.  His cock was standing hard and proud, no monster but quite impressive.  And looking good, with a bulbous, mauve head and a well-veined shaft.  As I stood back to get out of my clothes, he laid back and raised his legs, bending them toward his stomach.  The invitation to enter him could hardly have been more clear.

But I had other needs first.  Freed of my clothes I knelt down and kissed his hole, flicking my tongue across it.  A low moan hummed through his whole body.  He flexed and pulsed, and I pushed my tongue in and around.  His hand reached down and held my head there, while I feasted on his treasure.  His body seemed to relax even more.  When I moved up to lick and massage his balls with my tongue, his hips heaved involuntarily.  He gasped”  “Please”.

By the time I moved up to his cock, already flexing with pleasure, he was whimpering.   “Take me, take me.”  But not yet.  I wanted his sperm in my stomach before I put mine in his ass.

So I made love to his cock with my lips and my mouth and my tongue and my throat.  His whole body was quivering and jerking, his moans almost constant.  He was very close.  I brought him over the top with a long deep throat massage, pulling back just before the first pulse.  He was a screamer, in a sweet falsetto.

He pumped out a flood of cum, in pulses first, then in a flowing river, filling my mouth quickly, so I had to swallow some and allow some to leak onto his groin.   I wanted to share his cum in his mouth and in his ass.  What I swallowed, though, was a lovely strong tasting sweet salty drink I wished I could enjoy daily if not more often.

As he subsided, he was still begging to be fucked and now was the time.  I put some of his cum on my cock, I squirted some into his ass with my mouth.  I brought my head to his opening.  I pushed gently, but then he cried: “Please fuck me”, and I knew he wanted me all the way in.  Mostly I pause when I pop the cherry, but this time I just kept on pushing.  He gurgled and his eyes rolled back in his head.  The last inch hurt him I think, as then he sort of squeaked and looked at me intently.  When I was all the way in he pulled me down for a kiss and we shared the last of his sperm.

His stoned look was even more seductive, especially when his eyes rolled up into his head.  There was no way I would have lasted long inside him, but he made me cum even faster.  His hips were heaving, his ass was flexing, his face was wet with sperm, spit and snot.  As I began to pour myself into him, he locked our bodies together, legs wrapped tightly around mine, hands on my ass cheeks.  I nearly passed out from the waves of pleasure.

When I pulled out, I was ready to pass out.  He seemed the same, and so our night together began with me spooning against him, and we slept.

I was awoken in the night, less than an hour later, by the feel of his hard cock sliding against my crack.  Obviously we’d reversed in the night.  I became hard instantly, and started to move with him.  I wanted his cock in my hole.  I moved my hand back to position his cock to enter me, raised one leg up.  Somehow he’d lubed his cock with spit and my cum still leaking from his ass, so the tip started to slip in right away.  I now understood his urgent need when I was entering him, as I wanted him all the way inside me.  But first he teased, stretching my cherry but not popping it.  I tried to power bottom and push him in, but he wanted control.  By the time he opened my passage, I was desperate, almost whimpering, certainly moaning. But what ecstasy when my opening welcomed him – not the slightest pain, just a rush of bliss.  And then his thrust inside me: not hard, not fast, but not slow either.  A steady penetration which felt like it would never end – should never end.  I felt wonderfully owned when I could feel his hair and groin hard against my cheeks.

He was a fucking master fucker.  He pulled back with the same steadiness, and an enormous feeling of loss and emptiness poured over me.  I wanted to cry, he had taken his cock away from me.  But there it was again, easily slipping past my opening, thrusting harder into me.  My memory gets a little foggy here as I had gone to heaven and was no longer in this world.  I was truly getting fucked.

I returned to earth a little later when he rolled on top of me.  His whole body pressed against me, only his hips moving.  We were cruising gently together.  He was clearly enjoying himself, moving from side-to-side in his gentle thrusts.  Every so often he would pull out and give a deep thrust, holding himself deep inside me.  Sometimes there were tiny little jerks, almost vibrations.  I was mostly passive beneath him, as it was so good this way.

So his transition to climax was a bit of a surprise.  Without warning, he pulled right out, making me gasp and whimper.  But he rolled me over, pulled up my legs, and just slid back inside me.  Once again I gasped, but my cry was one of joy; a ripple of ecstasy shuddered through me.  I could feel another orgasm building in me.  He brought his body down on mine, grinding his cock inside me.  His breathing became more rapid, his head first beside mine, then licking my face, then his tongue inside my mouth, filling me with his spit.  He pulled his body, back upright, and then slammed his cock inside me four, five, then times.  He began to cry out himself as his cum filled my insides.  My own orgasm was instantaneous; I shrieked like I was on a thrill ride, because I was.

He collapsed against me, body heaving, covered in sweat.  We lay in a fog of bliss for a while, then I could feel his cock slowly leave me.  We slept again.

In the morning, I think we were both a little embarrassed by the intensity of our sex.  We were gentle and subdued over coffee and toast.  We got his clothes dried.  He said he had to go to work, but declined my offer of a drive.  We walked toward the front door, stopping just before. He turned toward me, said: “We’re not going to be lovers, but maybe we want to fuck sometimes”.  That was probably the best news for me, as I could never have handled a lover so young and powerful for very long.  I said: “Seal it with a kiss?”

Our bodies moved together as out lips met.  His kiss was powerful and wet from the start, but I also revelled in the feel of his body against mine.  Abruptly, though, he broke away and pushed my head down.  He said” “You started it”, pressing his groin against my face.  I could feel his hard penis inside his jeans.  I fumbled his belt and zipper open and took all of him in at once.  His hands grabbed my head and he began fucking my face.  The feel was amazing: this hard and hot cock owning my mouth.  It didn’t last long though, barely a minute.  Then he crammed my face against him, as he pumped his cum into me.  I was choking and sputtering but he didn’t care.  And for that matter, neither did I.  His lust warmed my whole being.

When he was done, he pulled away and zipped up as if he’d just taken a pee.  Still, on my knees, I looked up at him: “My kind of kiss”.  And he was gone.

We saw each other many times after that, but at the store.  We would exchange greetings, and knowing smiles.  I would blush, but he did not.  We did have sex a few times after, good sex, but not the mind blowing of the first time.