Eviction

Communication

After minutes of fondling Jacob’s dangling fruit with my right hand. My left hand surrounding the base of his throbbing cock, I pulled my greedy mouth away from his picturesque pole. The view of his tasty pink knob glistening while precum oozed. Such an awesome sight, thick precum oozing, dripping from his piss slit, as if in slow motion. Although I wanted to bring the redhead to fruition, I decided to defuse an explosive orgasm, for now.

Before arising from the chair, my hands grasp his well-defined globes. I couldn’t resist nuzzling Jacob’s manly scented pubic area in an attentive manner. I sniffed the reddish crotch carpet and then kissed his robust cock. The delightful sight beckoned me not to go, but I had to move onto the redhead’s bellybutton area on the way up to his chest. Once standing my arms encircled his neck. Before Jacob could utter a sound, I pulled his head towards mine with my right hand while pushing my undergarment to the floor with the other.

Our hard cocks began to duel, touching each other with desire as we ground our bodies together in a passionate embrace. Our lips and cocks on fire for each other. With my right hand on the back of Jacob’s head and the other squeezing his buttock I pulled our bodies tighter. We continued grinding our groins together while engaging in one of the most soulful embraces ever.

I could feel our hearts beating fast and furious, our breathing becoming more labored, and our bodies sweating, while kissing passionately. I sensed we both might be on the verge of a lusty climax; thus, I broke things off before that happened.

After minutes of grinding and passionate kissing, our lips parted, Jacob blurted breathlessly, “You bastard, why the fuck didn’t you let me finish.”

“Sorry about that.”

“You didn’t let me cum. Why?”

Looking into his alluring green eyes I could see clear fire and frustration that I’d not seen before. I didn’t let Jacob ejaculate--he was pissed—maybe justifiably so. I just smiled before I said, “You going somewhere, got something special to do today? A job interview maybe?”

“No, no,” Jacob replied. “Look, I apologize for calling you a bastard…Please, accept my apology, excuse my frustration.”

“No need to apologize. I understand your frustration.”

“Brandon, you just gave me the most incredible blowjob ever and I’m trembling with anxiety.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ve never experienced anything like that before in my life…I want more. You got to make me cum like I’ve never cum before.”

“It’ll happen, just work with me.”

“I can’t wait much longer…I want to suck your dick till you cum,” Jacob said.

“In good time, just cool down, Jacob…You sound so fucking eager, so horny and hungry…Calm the fuck down.”

“Oh, hell yes…Easy for you to say,” Jacob said. “You weren’t the one on the receiving end of that breathtaking blowjob. I was ready to blow a fucking explosive load.” His reply and smile indicating eagerness for more. 

“You ever stop to think that I might’ve been ready to explode too.”

“No. I didn’t give that any thought,” Jacob said. “You were the one giving the BJ.”

“Understand I took great joy giving you a blowjob. So much so that I was on the verge too, besides young bull we got all day for us to get off.” I said. “You’ve got such a fantastic cock…Such a pleasing sight and taste.”

“I can’t wait to taste yours,” Jacob said.

“Jacob, your cock and precum tasted so pleasing. I’ve never sucked a cock as beautiful as yours before…The head is so fucking magnificent.”

“I feel better now,” Jacob said.

“Why don’t we slow down and relax a bit. Let’s go shower, rinse the workout sweat from our bodies before spending some quality time in my hot tub.”

“Hell yes! I’m up for that,” Jacob said in a gleeful manner.

“Do you like wine?” I asked. “Red or white?”

“Sure, red is fine.”

“You’re welcome to use my bathroom first, to shower, while I open a bottle and then I’ll shower. Oh, don’t let a dildo hit you in the face getting in the shower or poke you in the ass on the way out,” I said humorously.

Jacob turned, disappearing into my bedroom. I went to the hot tub where I removed the cover preparing it for use. Then back to the kitchen to see what I could scare up in the way of a good red wine. I put the corkscrew to a bottle of Cab, popped the cork, sat two wine glasses on the table pouring both half full to let the wine breathe, I rolled the red wine around in my glass and then sniffed the aroma before heading off to shower.

I met Jacob coming out of the shower all boned up. I stood there, once again admiring his bountiful body, and unbelievably beautiful cock. I envisioned that fantabulous cockhead in my mouth again before it filled my ass, fucking me to fruition, making me cum. I teased, “You didn’t jerk off in there and spoil things, did you?”

“No,” Jacob replied as his face lit up while eyeballing my naked body. “Man, you got one hell of fine body for an older guy and one superb fucking dick.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I don’t know, just many guys I’ve seen your age seem overweight with big stomachs, probably from drinking too much beer, but you’re in great shape for your age.”

“Thank you,” I replied

“Your hard dick is so fucking awesome, very nice, and the head is a colossal thing of beauty. I can’t wait to suck it,” Jacob said as he reached out caressing my hard cock. He held the shaft giving it a couple solicitous strokes before kissing the head as I prepared to step out of the tub. “I’ve heard guys in their 40s and 50s suffer erectile dysfunction, not you.”

“Nope, not me, and I hope to be able to keep it hard for a few more years without taking the little blue pill. But of course, you’ll help me keep it hard. huh,” I said pushing his hand away with a gentle but caring touch.  ‘Now, let me shower and then we’ll continue this conversation in the hot tub over wine.”

I entered the shower to begin rinsing my body. While in the shower I looked down with admiration at my cock and cockhead, still a work of art at almost half century, I thought.  After a thorough rinse off I dried and stepped out returning to the kitchen. In the kitchen with a tented bath towel around my waist I grabbed my wine glass and the bottle of wine, Jacob already had his in hand. I put my arm around his waist, pulling my new friend close as we stepped out onto the balcony. “To us,” I said holding my glass out in a toast of passionate companionship.

“To us,” Jacob replied in a jovial manner as we clicked our glasses together.

I removed the towel from my waist, stepped two steps up and then over into the bubbling water. Holding my hand out I signaled an invitation to join me. Once settled in the tub we began indulging, sipping wine before we began caressing each other’s genital area using our feet. “Pretty good wine. What’s the brand name?”

“Two Buck Chick.” I sat my glass back on the far edge of the tub so it wouldn’t get knock off. I took Jacob’s left foot in my hand where I began caressing it against my face. Then I began kissing the arch area of his foot first, while listening to the redhead murmur with pleasure. I continued kissing the entirety of his foot.

Jacob not only presented an attractive body and bodacious boner he possessed irresistibly beautiful feet. I did enjoy a person with attractive feet.  After attending to his foot, I began kissing up his well-developed smooth leg. Jacob followed my lead and began reciprocating.

A quick learner, with our free feet we fondled each other’s hard cocks and balls as well as big toe fucking each other’s assholes. Once again both of us sexually aroused from each other’s erotic touches vocalized substantial moans of pleasure.  I quit kissing Jacob’s leg and said, “You’ve referenced our age difference a couple times. Does our age spread make a difference to you? Do you think I’m too old to satisfy you sexually?”

“Oh, hell no! Brandon, I think, considering your age, you’ve taken great care of your body as well as that impressive dick of yours, I can’t wait to taste it.

“I’m looking forward to more of yours.”

“Just curious, you been complimenting my body, how much do you weigh, Brandon?”

“I’m six feet one inch tall, weigh 176 pounds with a 34-inch waist,” I replied.

“What about you?”

“I’m six one also but weigh 167 pounds,” Jacob said. “I’ve always been a lean mean fucker.”

“Jacob, by the time you’re my age you’ll probably put on a few more unwanted pounds.”

“Hope not.”

“Neither your youth nor your leanness concern me. I’ve enjoyed your body immensely thus far, and I want this day to be a special day of sexual discovery and excitement for us.”

“Me too,” Jacob said. “How long do you want this special day to last?”

“I got all day, maybe tomorrow, the next, the next, maybe six months or a year who knows. You?” I asked. “You got someplace to be?”

Jacob looked at me with a questioning look as we sipped wine before he answered, “I got no place to be, remember I’m unemployed…What about nourishment, you know, food, if this special day lasts longer than a day?”

“I hear there’s protein in cum,” I said humorously. “Not to worry, I’ll have food catered, if needed, maybe we’ll indulge in some junk food like pizza.”

Again, Jacob sat across from me with a perplexed look. We conversed for over an hour, until the wine bottle emptied. I arose from the tub sporting a nice big boner to fetch another bottle of Bordeaux. Jacob’s eyes followed my every move, he licked his lips, his hands and fingers touching my buttocks and cock as I exited the tub.

When I returned to the tub, I filled Jacob’s glass with more Charles Shaw bargain-priced wine.  I slid down in the tub positioning my body behind the redhead where I could kiss and touch all over his upper body while playing with his magnificent attributes below the waterline. Of course, I made sure to situate my hard cock between his backside and my front the head nestled in his butt crack.

I began to initiate titillating conversation regarding details about my sex life. I began divulging much about my deceased wife and our intimacy in bed and how certain things spiced up our sex lives. “So, you two really got heavy into things sexually?” Jacob asked.

“Many times, we conducted foreplay throughout the day by way of phone conversation and by the time we got off work we were ready to shower, jump into bed and make passionate love,” I said.

“Wouldn’t she be pissed if she knew you were discussing your sex life?”

“No, I think Beth might encourage it. Because we’d been open with each other from the beginning of our relationship about our previous lives prior to marriage she told me just before she passed that she wanted me to be happy. She said whatever or whoever it took to make me happy she was all for it. You see, we were not only lovers we were best friends.”

Jacob could see my eyes moisten talking about my wife. “Do I make you happy?” Jacob asked.

“Oh, hell yeah. So far, you’ve made me the happiest I been in years. You make me feel ten years younger. You’ve given me something to live for beside jerking off and riding a rubber dildo in the shower every day. I hope that the relationship between us continues.”

“I hope so,” Jacob replied. “Because I really like you, Brandon.

“Beth enjoyed me discussing my sexual adventure with boys during my younger years. We used it as bedroom foreplay. She said that’s one of the things that made foreplay for us so exciting.” I continued to tell my story about how she’d work her way down my body to suck me off, but not let me cum. How she’d eat me out and finger fuck my ass before fucking me with her strap-on. How she’d fuck me silly until I ejaculated. How we communicated our sexual desires: she taught me about what aroused her. “Bethany taught me sex was not all about my pleasure. She taught me that listening and communication between partners made a relationship work.”

“I’ll remember that,” Jacob said.

“Now, tell me why you thought I’d find the size of your cock disappointing?”

“You do listen,” Jacob said. “Some of my boyfriends over the past years attempted to shame me because I’m not well-endowed. A couple of them were hung eight and one guy nine inches.”

“To that my friend, I say pooh-pooh. For me, I believe you have more than enough cock to satisfy me?”

“Thank you.”

“There’s more to sexual interaction and gratification than huge cocks; in fact, a huge cock, many times hinders great sexual pleasure.”  I continued explaining some of the detriments huge cocks brought with them.

“I mean stop and think about how uncomfortable an eight, nine- or ten-inch, cock might be to suck and how painful it might be to take up the ass. I know, the porn videos show guys taking larger than average cock.”

“Yeah I’ve seen those guys and a lot of times their faces and voices indicate pain,” Jacob said.

“Another thing on porn videos guys, especially middle age guys, with huge cocks, they can’t get them hard or stay hard like we smaller guys, especially when their taking it in the ass. Their soft cocks flop around.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen that too,” Jacob said. “Thanks, you make me feel so much better. You build my self-confidence.”  

Jacob repositioned sitting across my lap, so I might continue touching his body. My wandering finger found his sensitive asshole. He jumped and let out a squeak. I began working my finger around while kissing his neck and playing with his hard nipples. He cooed, throwing his head back onto my right shoulder. I kissed his neck and then said, “I enjoy your body so much I want you so bad and all the time.”

“Same here. You’re right, let’s take things slow and easy, get to know each other, and enjoy each other all day.” Jacob said.

“You know something, I’ve got an idea…Something you might want to consider.”

“What’s that?” Jacob asked.

“Why don’t we conduct an experiment. Let’s attempt being roommates for a while?” I asked. “Let’s see how things work out between us. I miss a warm sensuous body snuggled next to me in bed, waking up to giving and receiving morning blowjobs. There’s nothing like a BJ to start the day.”

“Sounds so cool to me. I’d love for us to become partners. When do you want to start the experiment?” Jacob asked.

“I think we’ve started.”

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