Mutual attraction in the park

Toronto was burning bright under the Spring sun. The last snow patches had melted. After the exercise program in his seniors’ residence, Paul decided to go for a walk and ended up in St. James Park. The daffodils were in full bloom and the tulips burgeoning. But Paul noticed more a young guy approaching him. He smiled and continued to walk slowly, but then turned around to find out that this cute dude had also turned around. They were drawn to each other.

- Would you like to sit down and chat with an old man?
- You are not an old man, you are a matured handsome man.
- Thank you. And what is the name of this cute pink face with sweet red lips?
- My name is Yurochka, I’m a Russian tourist in an organized group visiting Canada, but we have a free afternoon today. You can call me Yuri. What is your name?
- I’m Paul, born in this province, Ontario, and I’m a writer?
- Do you write love poems?
- No, I prefer short stories of men loving men. I think you also like that… Am I right?
- Yes, 100%, but in Russia gays are not well treated. It can be quite dangerous.
- Here you can live openly, kiss in public, even get married legally. How old are you, Yuri
- I’m 29 but I don’t have much experience with men. And you, Paul, you look like 50.
- I’m 59, in fact, and I have a lot of experience, willing to share with handsome dudes like you.

As Paul mentioned that, he put his hand on Yuri’s thigh and exerted a light pressure. Yuri smiled and sat closer to Paul. An electro-sexual shock occurred, each man feeling a jolt in the groin. Paul had always preferred sex with younger guys that he could initiate… not to say dominate. He did not loose time and invited Yuri to his apartment. “This young guy has an angel face but he will become a sexy demon in my arms”, thought Paul.

As soon as they entered the penthouse loft, Yuri noticed the homoerotic pictures on the wall. Paul had obviously a fetish for guys in jockstraps, tight faded jeans, leather gear and even rubber. Yuri was glad that he had worn his blue jeans which were getting tighter because of a growing bulge. Paul invited him to cuddle on the love seat and slowly started to kiss him. Canadian embrace, Russian moans of pleasure.

Paul whispered a suggestion in Yuri’s ear, softly biting it. The reaction was a green light for the bedroom.

- You can call me Daddy.
- Do you see me as your son?
- No, more like my God-Son.
- Thank you for such a hot compliment. You can do what you want with me, Daddy.

Paul brushed crotch to crotch with his God-Son, then grabbed his firm round ass in blue jeans and started to spank it lightly. Yuri was taken aback at first – he had never imagined this – but found it erotic. Daddy slapped a little harder in the groin, triggering three supplications from his adorable Russian partner: “Can you lick me? Can you suck me? Can you fuck me?”

The king-size bed had now become an arena of man-to-man pleasure, an altar of Virility. Paul and Yuri both undressed, kissed again, and positioned themselves for a hot 69 encounter.

- I really like your uncut dick. It is no nice to see the pink mushroom come out at the tip of your hard rod.
- Can I come in your mouth, Dad?
- Not now, Son, I first want to rim you.
- What is that?

Daddy did not have to explain in words. He just had to slide his tongue on Yuri’s cock, balls and ass crack to reach the anus. “In French, we call it rosette or rose bud.” Yuri was initiated to rimming with frenzy and was ready to explode. “Wait, I want to drink your nectar!” Back to the 69 position, both had a succulent milky drink. 100% homo!

The Canada-Russia exchange was not over yet. Paul and Yuri cuddled on the bed, embraced warmly, kissed passionately, with the result that the young Yuri proudly exhibited another hard-on. This time, Paul wanted the whole glorious rod up his ass.

- It’s now your turn to rim me, Son. Get my rosette real wet with your tongue, then stick your gun in it. I’m ready for a hold-up!
- I’ve never done this before, Dad, but I’m willing to learn.
- You look and sound like an angel, but deep inside, I know that you’re a Gay Demon.

No sooner said than done. Yuri didn’t know that a clean but sweaty shit hole could smell and taste so good. It energized his rod and, encouraged by Paul, he spit on his firm dick before shoving it in Paul’s tight ass hole, slowly at first, then powerfully. In no time, Paul was hearing what sounded like a foreign language, no doubt Russian words: Черт, это так хорошо! He did not need to ask for a translation because Yuri alternated with “Fuck, this is so good!”