Page 15 of Sabastian

Trailing his finger along my nipple, he glanced over at me, “I hope you do.I hope you never find another man like me, and one day you find yourself longing for my touch and you find me.”

“That’s cruel.”

“Not as cruel as you never seeing me again.I may get over you, but I don’t want to.And you—” I stopped him with a kiss.Bringing him over my chest, I captured his mouth with mine and took his tongue as he dropped it down my throat when I reached and gripped my cock and it became hard.His cock never softened, because I felt it when he straddled me and when it pounded continually on my leg.

Sam pulled away from our heart-stopping wet kisses, and lowered his body as I lay there watching him make love to me.He reached for my nipple with one finger, pinched it like a clamp, and with his moist warm mouth took in the right nipple, and sucked it hard.Breath left my body and I leaned in to the feeling.My length grew and grew as he dry fucked it.

What the fuck would I do once he placed himself inside me?I wondered.I was wet with pre-cum and he hadn’t done anything but rub his cock against mine.

“Oh, Oh, you’re teasing me.You want me never to forget you, and I promise you I won’t,” I confessed.“I wish I could take you with me.”He didn’t say a word, he smiled and glanced up at me, and moved down and pushed the bench to the side and stood, and looked me in the eyes.

Weak from the blow job, hoping heart attacks didn’t run in my family at an early age, and trying to get my feeble body to function to its fullest, especially to keep this young man’s attention while I had him, because I had made up my mind I needed to see more of him.I wanted him part of my life, but I had to have stamina to keep up, or I could lose him to a younger dude.

Before I could protest, he reached for my thighs, and pulled them forward.He placed the condom on his shaft.At this point I should have said something, but I needed to satisfy my desire and longing for an orgasm, not by my hand, and not from someone I’d fantasized about on social media.

I knew this one time wouldn’t hurt me, and I’d allow him to take me if it meant him using me, and bursting a cherry that hadn’t been broken since I was in my twenties.

I hadn’t let a man have me since then, because I didn’t have to.When I’d meet a man and he appealed to me in my youth, I hadn’t discovered my preference yet was to top a man.I didn’t know enough to have a preference, until I met my life partner, who became my husband.Before then I was a happy bottom, therefore giving myself to this young man whom I began to like and wanted in my life was no big sacrifice tonight.It was indeed a pleasure which I didn’t want to give up or lose too soon.

Chapter 8

Cameron

Ireached for my lengthand stroked it, watched him capturing his smooth unblemished face, as if he’d never shaved before, but he had.Sam sat back on his thighs, placed one of my legs over his shoulder, with his finger he placed in his mouth, when he pulled it out it was moist enough to place it on my hole, and ease his finger inside me with no problem to me.Then another finger.

“You’re tight.I didn’t expect you to be that tight.You haven’t had a man in years, why not?”he said smiling, as if he wanted to think I’d waited for him and he’d be the first to break this cherry.In fact I was waiting for a man like him, but he didn’t want to know that now, and I didn’t want to waste time and change the mood by telling him.

He leaned forward and with his mouth and spit, because I wasn’t prepared for this night, and I hadn’t anticipated getting a hotel room, therefore, I didn’t have any lube.Sam lubricated my hole by spitting in his hand and rubbing it on my tight ring.Then with both fingers deep inside, he moved them to open me up wide enough to take in his engorged penis.

As he pushed his fingers in, and pulled them out, again he smiled at me.He held a curious glance playing on his face watching my body.What was he thinking?I wondered.I wanted to know and yet I didn’t.

At first my instincts were to stop him from his probe, and tell him I’d been a top for most of my life.However, I didn’t want anything to ruin the moment.I hadn’t had a man next to me, heating me, exciting me, opening me up, and making my heart skip a beat, and whom I liked in over a year.I needed this young boy to the point where I’d take the obvious pain just to have him inside me.Pounding me causing me to feel what it had been like to receive instead of giving.Bringing me back to my youth.

Reminding me of that pleasure where a man could bring me to orgasm by hitting my prostate, and from stimulation from more than my cock.

With my legs hoisted up on his shoulders, and his palms wrapped around my thighs, my hole moist and pulsating, he pulled out his fingers, lined the head of his length on my circle, pushed his hips downward, then flicking his hips forward, and drove quick and deep inside my opening.I grunted from the hard intrusion.He didn’t see my pain, because I held the excruciating feeling to myself, by biting my bottom lip and tightened my hole.

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