Straight as an Arrow

Philip stretched his naked body languidly as he lay on his side, his face inside the armpit of the man lying next to him. He let out a low moan as he took in the testosterone-saturated scent, mixed with traces of deodorant. He looked at the closed eyes, the lashes long, remembering how those eyes looked at him with lust as the man ejaculated inside him. Reaching back, he tenderly felt his sore ass, sticky and puckered. He couldn’t believe that finally, after all these years, he got himself fucked.

Phil’s wife died of breast cancer two years before. She was only 48 years old, two years younger than him, and the doctors couldn’t explain why she had suddenly fell dead. He was almost sure that it wasn’t the cancer that killed her. During his marriage, which had lasted for 20 years, Phil had never laid with another woman, not that he wanted to, nor with another man, much as he wanted to. His gayness was so closeted that he was still a man-virgin, and the only experience he had had was mutual jerkoff with a cousin when he was 15 years old.

Philip wrapped his thigh on top of the young man’s crotch, feeling the slime on the flaccid cock. He ran his fingers lightly into the bare chest hair, still wet with sweat, down the trail. He ached to grab the cockhead lying so temptingly, resting on the thick curly bush.

It was only 3 weeks ago. Philip had just finished his coffee, had pushed his chair back away from the small table at Starbuck’s, when he felt a bump, and an “Oh Fuck!” He had quickly pulled the chair back in as he stood up and turned around. Facing him was a tall young man holding a coffee mug, empty, with the coffee splashed all over the young man’s shirt and down onto his jeans. His other arm was stretched wide, fingers splayed.

“Oh, Fuck!” the young man repeated.

“I’m so sorry,” Philip stuttered. “Here. Let me… sorry, oh Jesus. You’re not burnt, are you?”

“What the fuck, dude?” the young man glared at Philip, who inconsequentially pried out the coffee mug from the guy’s hand and placed it on the table.

“I’ll pay for cleaning your clothes,” Philip begged. “I’m so sorry. So clumsy of me. Let me get you another coffee, and… and…” he looked down at the paper plate covering what seemed to be some kind of pastry, in a pool of coffee on the floor.

“Fuck!” the young man said.

Suddenly, and to Philip’s amazement, the young man sort of smiled, not a grin, but a touch of a smile at the corner of his mouth. “Forget it, man,” he said. “It wasn’t hot anyway.”

Philip let out his breath, and for a flash, he envisioned this young man standing there a foot away, his arms spread wide, his feet planted on the floor, but naked. He flashed a bare hairy chest, a thick trail, a bush, and a hard cock. He could feel his cheeks turning red.

“Please, let me get you another coffee.”

“I’m Gary. And, fine, I accept,” the young man actually smiled, looking Philip up and down, and then taking the chair opposite.

Philip went over himself rushing to get the coffee and pastry as the Starbuck’s cleaner mopped up the floor.

“You’re not pissed?” Philip had asked timidly as he placed the coffee in front of Gary. “I’m Philip.”

“Nah! Happens,” Gary drawled in the way that young people usually used whenever they wanted to show how unimportant something was. “Except that I have a class in a couple of hours, and …” he pointed at his shirt and jeans and snickered.

“Oh. Look. My place is not far from here. I’m sure I can get you changed, although…”

“Although?”

Philip let his eyes roam over Gary’s tall and fit young body. “I might not have something that would fit you.”

Philip had immediately mentally bit his lip. He shouldn’t have said that. He ached to watch this hot young man change clothes in his house.

“I guess,” Gary had said, sipping the coffee.

Philip smiled to himself as he ran his fingers up and down Gary’s hairy chest, recalling the incident at Starbuck’s.

He contemplated his luck. Such a handsome young man going after his old ass! True, at 52, people can take him for at least ten years younger. It was his salt-and-pepper beard that gave his age away. But Gary? What a sexy guy! The short-cut hair, the deep green eyes, the perfect nose and the full lips, the masculine square jaw. Gary was 100% male.

Philip moaned and closed his eyes, replaying their first meeting scene in his mind, now implanted forever. Gary had agreed to change clothes. They had both laughed when the jeans were a bit short and needed a belt to hold them up. Unabashedly, Gary had taken off his clothes in front of Philip. When he pulled down his coffee-soiled briefs exposing his limp cock and balls, Philip had almost fainted.

“Leave your soiled clothes here. I’ll take them to the cleaners’,” Philip had offered as Gary got ready to leave. “And… if you like, you can come back for... maybe... dinner?”

“Sure, dude,” Gary had smiled. “Bet you’re a good cook, huh?”

Philip had felt his armpits starting to get wet. He racked his brain for a meal that Gary would enjoy.

All afternoon, Philip had been busy preparing what he hoped would be the perfect meal. Was Gary gay? No way. This young man exuded straightness. His gestures, his voice, his body movements, all male. But he had accepted to come over to change his clothes. He had stripped naked in front of Philip also. Yeah, sure, straight guys did that without being shy. Gay guys would have been shy, wouldn’t they?

Philip leaned and flicked his tongue at Gary’s nipple, feeling the long hairs around it. Oh, how could this have happened? This hot young man, here, naked, sexy, hugging old him.

He had always fantasized about such men, even while he was married. He would look at pictures of naked young men and get turned on. He would jerk off as his eyes ate up the lean bodies. But never in his wildest dreams had he ever imagined to be held by such a man, for real, in the flesh.

Running his tongue down the tail, Philip wrapped his lips around the cock head.

“Fuck, Phil. You can’t get enough of this cock, can you?” came the gruff, sleepy voice.

Philip looked up and melted as he saw those deep-sea green eyes stare down at him, his mouth filled with the cock knob, now starting to swell.

“Yea, man, go down on me again,” Gary moaned.

Only a young red-blooded man could erect at the touch of warm wet lips so fast. And what an erection! Philip’s cheeks stretched wide to take the thickening cock, knowing that soon he would start to gag as it reached its 9-inch hardness.

It didn’t take long for Gary to dump a second load down Philip’s slobbering mouth.

The first time Philip took Gary into his mouth, he had felt a bit disgusted, lustful but disgusted. And it was too big. Nine inches was a monster tool. Philip’s was only around 5.5 hard. But Gary was huge. It didn’t go well, that first time. Gary had kept telling him to sheathe his teeth with his lips and tongue, not to grate on the shaft. He had wanted to shove deep, but Philip’s gagging and choking would not be ready for all that hard man meat.

Philip swallowed. Taking Gary’s big cock into his throat had become an addiction. He was not so adept at cock sucking and deep throating that he could make Gary cum within minutes. But he had learned.

“Dude, no one has ever sucked me like this,” Gary grunted as Philip throated him. And with a shove, he growled and exploded.

Philip let go of the cock and slid up onto Gary’s body to kiss him. He pressed on the naked body under him, still not believing that this could happen to him.

“You’re so sexy,” he moaned into Gary’s mouth, whose hands were cupping his butt cheeks pressing him tighter. “How could you be attracted by someone like me?”

“Shut the fuck up, old man,” Gary said, licking Philip’s side of neck where a bruise had formed in the spot that he had bitten when he shot his load inside the tight ass. “You are the sexiest man ever.”

“Fuck that!” Philip blushed and trembled at Gary’s tongue against his neck, knowing that there will definitely be a large hickie there.

This was not the first time that Gary made such a compliment. The day he returned for dinner, before they had anything going, Gary had asked Philip how he was able to keep so fit.

“A man your age? Man, you look younger, which of course makes you sexier.”

Philip’s eyes had gone wide as he stared at this hot young man complimenting him.

“I… I got your stuff back. The cleaners’ have this express service, you know,” Philip was trying hard to change the course of the conversation. He hadn’t wanted to come out gayish for this sexy stud.

As Philip started to wash the dishes that evening, Gary had walked up and stood behind him, close. Philip could feel the hit emanating from the young body. His fingers had felt all thumbs. And then the moment happened. Gary’s arms had wrapped around his waist and Gary’s crotch had pressed on his butt. Philip had dropped the soaped dish into the sink, cracking it in half.

Pressing harder on Philip’s butt, grinding, Gary had snickered. “This is for spilling coffee on me, old man.”

“What? What…” Philip had spluttered out as he felt the erecting manhood rubbing on him. His moan had come out too loud when he felt the wet tongue on the side of his neck. The hands had slid under his shirt and started to fondle his nipples. The pressing crotch had grinded and grinded. This had been the first time that Philip experienced the feeling of a hard man crotch, bulged, pressing on him. The first time that he felt man fingers playing with his hardening nipples. Oh, he had thought, his whole body shaking, there would be so many first times!

Philip had been shocked when Gary easily lifted him up in his arms and carried him to the couch, laying him down on his back and climbing on top of him. They had made out with loud moans. When Gary had pulled off his jeans and undies and pointed his hard cock at Philip’s mouth, Philip drooled. His first cock. At his mouth. Between his lips. Throbbing. Needing to be serviced.

Gary had later flipped Philip over when the cock sucking was not going that well and started to grease both his monster cock and Philip’s ass.

“Gary,” Philip had moaned. “You are my first. Gary, please. I don’t think I can do it.”

“Fuck that, old man,” Gary had said, his voice thick with lust. “It’s not that often that I get to fuck old butt.”

“But Gary, wait. Please. I have never been with another man.

“Oh, wow, I will be breaking your virgin cherry.”

“No, please Gary.”

By then, Gary had placed his cock knob at Philip’s hole, applying pressure, his hands spreading Philip’s ass cheeks wide. Philip had screamed when Gary’s knob penetrated the ring.

“Please, Gary. Stop. Oh, it hurts.”

“The fuck it does, old man.”

Gary had kept the pressure with his body pressed on top of Philip’s. As his cock invaded the virgin ass, Gary had grunted with the tightness of the tunnel he was forcing through. Philip was whimpering into the cushion under his face, knowing that this was going to result in one hell of a sore butt. Thankfully, however, Gary had not started the fucking as soon as he penetrated. Instead, he had kept the pressure slowly forcing himself into the tunnel, the inner sphincter and all the way into the guts. Buried deep, he had waited until he felt Philip start to relax under him.

The fucking had been painful for Philip. But the fact that his fantasizing throughout the years was coming true had made it somewhat easier. Gary had been so manly as he thrust in and out of the burning hole. Philip had had good sex with his wife, but never had he been elevated this high. He had never imagined that his body would be so receptive to a man cock, that he would be fucked.

It had been four or five days after the first sex bout that the two men attempted another anal fucking. The second time had proved to Philip that he had always ached for it.

“I never took you for gay,” Philip had commented as the two lay naked after the deep fucking session.

“Me?” Gary laughed, slapping Philip’s butt. “I’m not gay, old man.”

Philip snickered. “And what do you call what we’ve been doing?”

“Look, Phil. I fuck a hole. If it’s a pussy, that’s cool. But an older man’s butt? That’s so hot for me.”

“But that’s gay,” Philip had countered.

“Whatever. I fuck, Phil. And I fuck good. You wanna call it gay, then go ahead. I know for sure that you are gay though,” he had laughed.

“I admit,” Phil had nodded. “But what makes you get attracted to an old man like me?”

“First, old man, you’re not that old. Second, old man, I always wanted to fuck an old man. I’m not interested in young dudes. But someone like you? Oh, fuck, you’re better than pussy. It’s rare to find an old man to bottom for me. Now I have you.”

“Oh, I love bottoming for you, Gar, but still…”

“Still nothing. Your old butt is mine to fuck. And remember: I’m as straight as they can get.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Philip had snickered, stroking Gary’s cock, bringing it to another erection. “This dick is not gay at all. This dick just loves to fuck my butt.”

“Shut up,” Gary had said as he flipped Philips and fucked him hard and deep.

“You never grabbed my dick, Gary,” Philip said when they came out of the shower and Gary had held him from the back pressing on him.

“I told you, Phil. I’m straight. I don’t grab cock, I don’t suck cock, and I don’t get fucked up the ass. Get it into your head.”

Philip moaned, not convinced as he felt Gary’s cock harden between his ass cheeks.

“Fuck me again?”

With that, Gary pushed Philip against the bathroom-tiled wall and drove his cock up Philip’s butt deep.

“You are my bitch, Phil. Take my man cock. Yeah. Fucking hot tight pussy,” Gary grunted as he fucked deeper and harder into Philip’s screaming ass.

Gary is still with Philip. Yeah, sure, straight as an arrow. Philip snickered.