Small Town Paradise

My name is Alex. I’m 37 years old and single. Here is Chapter 11 of my story about how I recovered from a long period of self-imposed celibacy and rediscovered my long-suppressed sexual drive.

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And then I met Edward, a Ugandan from Kampala.

I stopped by the local coffee shop one morning thinking to waste a little time over a latte. I had nothing better to do. As I waited in line I checked my phone for email and texts, my head down and not paying attention, until a soft voice said “Hello sir, may I help you.” I looked up to face one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen—tall, sexy, and elegant with high cheekbones, deep set dark eyes, and the most beautiful, luscious lips I’ve ever seen.

I melted.

However, I managed to place my order, and because this elegant, sexy man made the latte himself I worked up my courage to start a bit of conversation as he worked the espresso machine:

“…oh, you’re new here I haven’t seen you before how long have you been in town my name is Alex you’re Edward nice name I’m fairly new here myself but I’ve managed to meet a number of other men I mean the locals it’s really nice to meet you too Edward…”

Edward.

When he finished making my coffee he set it down and reached out to shake my hand. I might have given it an extra squeeze and we might have held each other a little longer than a normal clasp but I was looking into his eyes and he was looking right back into mine and wasn’t paying attention. Oh my god I had an instant crush and my eager dick went half hard in my soft shorts.

Just then Susan, the woman who owns the shop and knows me by sight, came in from the back and said “Oh, hi. Hey, take a break, Edward.” I was snapped into enough consciousness and was quick enough to squeak out to him “Would you care to join me on your break? Let me buy you a cup of coffee.”

And so we met and found that conversation between us was astonishingly easy. I told him my life story, about my business success and my retreat from the grind and back into a life; he told me of his life in Uganda, his education and later training in computer programming, his family’s rejection and his arrest for being gay, and finally his success in securing an asylum visa into the U.S. We talked longer than his break should have lasted but I looked over to Susan and she smiled back. She seemed happy that Edward had met someone.

We built our new friendship slowly. I didn’t want to rush. One date for lunch led to a date for dinner, which led to an afternoon walk when Edward took his hand in mine, which led to dinner at my house where we drank too much wine, which led to Edward shyly, quietly saying “I want to sleep with you, Alex.” And so we did, but not before the gentlest mutual strip-tease of slowly removing each others’ shirts and pants and shoes, and running our hands over new-found curves of naked flesh, and finding new lips to kiss, and nuzzling ears, and feeling soft cocks rising to full erection. We fell onto the bed that first night, our naked bodies entwined and stretched out on the white cover, and kissed each other softly until we fell asleep.

It has been a year now since we met, Edward moved in, and we became partners. Our life together is one of a deep emotional connection and a constant physical bond. We are most often naked at home and our hands are always seeking each other which always leads to much more than an exchange of hands.

I have truly found my paradise and I hope I remain with Edward for a long, long time. For all the time we spend together I will remember so many vivid moments:

Edward and I in our first shower after our first morning of intense love-making, fondling each other and tongue-lashing while water and shampoo suds flow down our sleek bodies.

Edward and I running naked around the yard like kids, laughing and spraying each other with big water pistols, before we tumble onto the lawn with our tongues in each others’ mouths and our hard cocks sliding together, oozing pre-cum, and jerking out big wads of cum.

Edward and I sitting naked at the kitchen table before he crawls across to me on the floor, spreads my legs, and buries his face in my crotch, licking my balls and working my cock up to a full erection and a full-pump gush of semen onto his beautiful face.

Edward allowing me to slather oil on his dark skin in the full sunlight—his body and his tight buns gleaming like polished stone before I drop down and grab them from behind, swallow his long cock, and blow him to an explosive orgasm.

Edward and me in a sixty-nine, sucking each others’ stiff cocks in long strokes, our light and dark skins making a perfect yin and yang as we slowly work on each other shafts before cumming simultaneously in each others’ mouths.

Edward standing at the foot of the bed, raising my ass up, with my legs by my head, so he can finger and wet-kiss my exposed hole and thrust his tongue there, driving me crazy with lust, until he lowers me down and slides himself into me with a single thrust and fucks me with abandon.

Edward’s look of pure love as I straddle him on my knees, riding up and down on his long cock and stroking myself, until I shoot a long stream of white cum up the length of his dark body.

Edward crying with happiness as we lie spooned together and I work my cock into his ass and plant soft kisses on his neck.

Edward and I wrapped in each others arms as we fall asleep every night.