World's Fair

I looked at the reflection of my nude and newly 18 year old body in the hotel room's bath mirror. I was nervous. On the other side of the closed door was completion of a fantasy I'd masturbated to a thousand times. A fantasy that never failed to make me cum harder than anything else. A fantasy that had prompted me to boldly start calling someone late at night over 2 years ago. It was the fantasy of giving in to my desires and having sex with a man who, at 59, was 40 years my senior. A man who'd patiently waited through the teasing late night phone calls, but who'd finally asked me one night if I was horny and told me that he was, even after I said I wasn't. He knew I was and he always knew that I was masturbating during the calls. I was too young and naive to know that back then, but I realize now how obvious it must have been when a teenage boy called a man out of the blue to talk late at night. He'd invited me over many times, but I always made an excuse why I couldn't, even when he offered to buy me beer which was an enticing offer back when I was in my mid teens. One night right before my 18th birthday he asked me if I wanted to go to the 1984 World's Fair in New Orleans. He said we could use the trip to "get to know each other better," which I knew meant something much more. It meant sex with him, homosexual sex, the kind of sex I jacked off to so many times, but was afraid to try. I don't know why, but I said I'd go. We could have a weekend away from all the prying eyes and gossip of the small town we lived in. It was the first night of the trip and we'd had finally arrived at the hotel. We hadn't really discussed sex yet, but it finally came up when we walked into our room and I saw that there was one king sized bed in the room.

"Looks like we have to share a bed," I said.

"Do you mind?" He asked.

Boldly, I said, "No, it'll help with the getting to know each other better," and I smiled at him, my dick growing hard and obvious in my pants.

He noticed my erection immediately and said, "How would you feel about getting started on that getting to know each other?"

My pulse quickened and I almost hesitated, but thought better of it and said, "I really don't know where to start, but I'd like to try anyway. I kind of owe you that."

He said, "Well, maybe a shower for each of us and then we could meet back on the bed and go from there."

He didn't wait for me to answer and headed for the bath to shower first. My dick was on fire and I had to keep myself from rubbing it too much and coming too soon. If I was going to do this I was going to save that first load for him to coax from me.

He'd left the bathroom door ajar and I walked softly over and peeked through the crack in the door, but couldn't see anything so I nervously waited for him to finish so I could shower and prepare for what lay ahead.

Once my shower was complete, I toweled off and surveyed how I'd prepped myself. I'd shaved my pubic hair off, thinking that he'd like me to be smooth. The sight of my hairless and very erect dick turned me on. I didn't want to wait anymore and I stepped toward the door.

I took a deep breath, reached for the doorknob, and stepped out of the bathroom with my heart racing and my boner raging. Ken lay on the bed completely naked with an erection of his own. It was large and beautiful and my cock surged to see it there framed by his salt and pepper pubic hair.

"I decided to get comfortable. Why don't you come over here and lie down with me?" He asked and I took steps towards the bed. I slid into the bed beside him. He pulled me close to him and laid my head on his chest. Lying sideways against him with my dick against his thigh, I looked down at his cock.

"Can I touch it?" I asked.

"Of course, I'd like that."

I reached out and put my hand on another man's cock for the first time in my life. I stroked it gently.

"That's a good boy," he said. "You know where this is leading, don't you? Have you thought about that?"

"Yes, many times. I'm a virgin though. I want to do everything, but I need you to teach me how." I said as I looked into his eyes.

"Well, I'll teach you, but once we do this you need to know that you're mine after that. I'll be your 'Daddy' at that point and you'll be my 'son'. It's a commitment that goes past this trip. If I fuck you, I'm going to want to do it again and again. Those late night calls have to become late night visits. No more teasing me. There's been enough of that and you're of age now. Can you agree to that?"

I thought for a second and what he described sounded so good. I could give in to my desires and do all those things I'd dreamed of and fantasized about. "Yes, I agree to that." He lifted my chin up and kissed me, which excited me even more and I pulled on his cock faster.

He put pressure on my head and I knew he wanted me to move down to his dick so I obliged and kissed down his belly to his beautiful erection. I spent some time licking and sucking his cock, trying to please him and trying to do it the way I'd want it done. I licked the slit at the top of his cock and got my first taste of precum, which surprised me. It was bland mostly and I'd been afraid of it being bitter from what I'd heard girls say. It definitely wasn't bitter and the taste only made me want to taste the real thing, but he pulled me up to him and pushed me onto my back.

He leaned over and kissed me again, stroking my cock at the same time.

"I'm really excited, Ken, so don't do that too much, okay? I want to wait to cum until later."

"You can call me Ken right now, but once we go all the way you will have to call me, Daddy. Now, don't come yet. I want you to do that while I'm inside you."

The implication of "inside me" drove my passion and I kissed him again hard.

"I want you to be inside me."

He didn't hesitate then and started to run his fingers around my asshole, teasing it softly. He then reached over to the nightstand and grabbed some lube he'd left there. Putting a bit on his fingers, he reached down and rubbed it around my hole and then started to finger me. Not long after, his finger was inside me, fucking me with his hand and prepping me for what was next.

Suddenly, he pulled his hand away and eased over on top of me, our cocks pressed together. As he kissed me, I pressed my hips up into his crotch. He slowly moved down a little bit and I could feel the head of his dick lightly touching by balls and then moving down a little further until it was at my opening. I thought about what I should do and wanted him to know I wanted it so I pushed down on his dick a little. This went on for a few minutes and I started to feel his cock push farther in each time.

"Here, spread your legs a little and pull your knees back, " he whispered.

I did what he asked and he grabbed the lube again and rubbed it up and down the length of his erection. He was soon back on top of me and looked me in the eyes and asked if I was ready. I nodded and smiled. "Go slow, please. Don't hurt me, okay?"

"It's going to hurt, but I promise it will get better after your pussy relaxes a little. I'll go slow though. Are you ready?"

"Yes, never more so."

With that he placed the head of his dick against my asshole and started to push. His dick eased inside of me and he used short slow strokes to ease it in. It hurt badly at first and I ignored my inclination to ask him to stop. I was doing this! One way or another. Honestly, the pain was fleeting and I was soon just feeling full. He continued to work his dick into me and soon I felt his pubic hair tickling me and I knew he was all the way inside. I put my hands on his hips and said, "Please fuck me, Daddy." He didn't hesitate and slowly pulled his cock back and almost out of me. I felt empty and wanted the fullness back. He must have known because he pushed back in quicker than he had at first. Soon he was rhythmically fucking me and I was trying to move my hips in a way that told him I wanted it and was enjoying it. His hardness rubbing my prostate gave me sensations I hadn't ever felt before and my dick was throbbing.

"I'm gonna cum," I told him. He pushed into me faster and told me to do it. "Cum with my dick in your ass. You like being fucked in the ass, don't you?" And I nodded as my eyes rolled back into my head.

The biggest orgasm I'd ever had to that point ripped through me and cum shot up and hit my chest. He stopped pumping me for a second and let my orgasm complete and then started to fuck me slowly, pulling his length out slowly and then pushing it back in. As my head cleared, I realized the magnitude of what we were doing. I was really fucking a man and it was so much better than I realized. I knew I wanted more and my dick started to grow hard again very quickly. It helped that my lover was stroking my cock and rubbing my cum into my skin. Soon he flipped us over and I was on top and started riding his cock and wiggling my full ass around as I came down completely on him.

Ken's fucking quickened and he said he was going to cum too. He started fucking me with shorter and faster strokes and then I felt his hot load shoot off inside me. My ass got warmer inside and I could feel the extra liquid. He buried himself to the hilt and I felt the spasms as he emptied his balls inside me and pulled me down hard onto his dick. I settled down on it, not wanting to lose a drop of his cum.

We stayed that way for a long time, my ass tightening around his dick. When he finally pulled out there was a small popping sound and I felt empty. He turned over and laid beside me, pushing his cock into mine.

He looked at me and said, "You're mine now and you'll never forget me because I'm your first. You're never the same once you take another man's load."

I looked at him and said, "I hope you will give me more of them. I want to be yours and I want you to fuck me every chance we get. I don't even care if we go to the fair. I'd rather stay here and please you." Which is exactly what we did.

Ken and I went on to have a decade long relationship, even after I'd left town to attend college and was in several relationships with women. I'd slip away for a weekend when I could and I'd submit to his desires. In all honesty, he was better than anyone else I was ever with, women included. He made my deepest desires come true and taught me how to fuck and how to suck a man. I miss him.