I drove past his hundred- and fifty-year-old farmhouse three times. This time was different. I could attribute the first encounter to happenstance. I could blame it on a weak, very horny moment in time. A moment that led to our book store play and secrets to keep. The moment I turned into his driveway, though, it was a conscious choice to do whatever it was we were about to do. This would be a game changer. I was seeking him out now and it scared the hell out of me. It scared me because I wanted it to happen with every fiber of my being. Over the course of the three weeks after I'd run into Phil that day, I had stroked my cock countless times thinking about it.

The thing that intrigued me the most was not what had happened. What intrigued me was all the things I had fantasized about happening after that night. I had never entertained some of the ideas I had come to fantasize about in those few weeks afterwards. All I knew was I came harder than I had ever come thinking about him. When I ran into him at church that Sunday and shook his hand, it was electric. He pulled me in a bit and said, “bench press, Monday, 4.30 pm.” The knowing smile on his face and his soft blue eyes made my cock ache.

Finally, I worked up the nerve to pull into his long driveway. My stomach was in knots as I saw him step into the doorway of his barn with that knowing smile. I parked and he waved me into the barn, where he had a small workout area set up. Simple equipment of a bench, squat rack and barbells. The bench already had one hundred and eighty-five pounds loaded. Phil was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a classic tank top undershirt. At sixty years old, he still looked strong and from the memory of wrestling him in the pool that summer, he was strong.

“If you don’t mind, I've already warmed up,” he said as he sat down on the bench. I naturally moved to spot him as he put his hands on the bar. He glanced back at the bulge in my cotton gym shorts and smiled, “looks like you’re warmed up too,” he quipped as he started moving the weight. Ten reps later, he racked and said, “your turn, stud.” Back and forth the pattern continued, adding weight with each set. The barn was hot in September and my shirt came off. For more than just the heat, his eyes on my body turned me on. The sexual tension was high and unspoken.

Finally, with two twenty-five on the bar, Phil said, “let’s take a bet, the most reps with this weight, washes the others back in the shower.” I wasn’t planning on showering but the Midwest heat was sticky and with a chance to transition into what I actually showed up for, I agreed. The count ended up being six to seven, with me being the victor. Phil didn’t seem upset at all by that fact as he just smiled.

We walked into the house and he took me to the shower. “Go ahead and get started, I’ll grab us some towels,” Phil said as I pushed down my gym shorts to reveal my already stiff cock. He spoke words to me but his eyes never left my thick dripping hard-on. The water was warm on my skin, as I heard the shower curtain move and he stepped in behind me. Before I could turn around and face him, his hands were on my shoulders. Then trailed across my back muscles, hips and then he cupped my ass, and groaned. Quickly, his arms moved around my body, pulling me into him. His chest pressed to my back, his hard cock against my ass, when he reached around and firmly grabbed my cock. His other hand cupped my balls. I could feel his breath on my neck as he started to grind his thick six-inch cock against my ass. This was like nothing I had experienced before, his hands on my cock, feeling his hardness against me; instinct took over as I reached back and grabbed his hip and pushed my ass against him. His lips were on my neck, my legs were shaking from the excitement.

I wanted to see him, look at him and touch him so badly. I broke our embrace and turned to face him. His hand finding my cock again, I stepped to him. I reached for his thick cock; it felt so good in my hand. Then I reached for his ass and him for my back, pulling us close together. Cheek to cheek, chest to chest, both lost in the touch of our bodies then, his head turned, then mine. His lips were on mine in an instant. Mouths open, tongue seeking out tongue, swirling. Never had I dreamed a month earlier I would be kissing a man. Especially not Phil, my spiritual council, and now guiding me to new levels of ecstasy and eroticism. The way he kissed was like no other I’ve ever experienced. It was raw, hungry, strong, aggressive and tender all in one. His hand left my cock as he pulled me into a full embrace, our cocks grinding together. He pulled me back against the shower wall, propping one of his legs up on the tub side, while we continued to kiss.

I knew what I wanted in that moment: to taste him, to suck his beautiful cock, like he did mine at the bookstore. I dropped to my knees, looking up at him with my hand on his cock. Then I wrapped my lips around his thick purple head. My tongue circled the tip, tasting his precum and the realization of that taste only made me want more. As I explored the veins and ridges with my lips and tongue, I ran my hand up his hairy legs to his ass. I didn’t know what was right or wrong but I wanted to explore him, all of him. When he reached back and pressed his hand against mine, pushing my finger tip towards his tight hole, his moan told me what he wanted. As I tried to take more of his thick cock in my inexperienced mouth, I slipped a finger in his ass. The sound of his moan echoed in the shower and brought me to a new level of desire. Working my head back and forth now, I hungrily sucked, matching my strokes on his cock with my finger probing his ass. The strong hand on my head wasn’t directing me as much as reassuring me he was enjoying what I was doing. I wanted to make Phil cum, to feel him pulse in my mouth. As he took his leg off the side of the tub, he placed a second hand on my head and began to softly fuck my mouth while taking my finger completely in his ass. I looked up at him, my teacher in new ways, as he threw his head back and groaned like I had never heard before. Then the first hot pulse hit my tongue. God, it tasted so good. I forced his cock deeper into my mouth, sucking hard as his second and third ropes hit my tongue. Swallowing fast, I wanted every drop and, as his orgasm subsided, I licked the tip clean making sure I got it all.

Pulling me up for a kiss, slow lingering kiss he said, “you’re a natural, now let’s dry off. I have something new for you to experience.”
We stepped out of the shower and my cock was dripping precum. He reached down to play with it and licked it off his fingers. We dried off, looking at each other smiling; then, he led me to the bedroom. He went to his dresser and pulled out a bottle of lube. Taking some into his hand, he stroked my cock with it, kissing my strong chest as my hands explored his chest. Finally, he sat on the bed eye level with my cock, still stroking it for a second. Then, lying back, he pulled his knees high, rubbing lube on his ass. He looked at me and said, “fuck me with that young cock.” Looking back now, it still turns me on, thinking how strong yet how vulnerable he looked lying there. His thick cock on his belly, his ass exposed, waiting for me. I wanted him, not like anyone I had ever been with. The few awkward sexual encounters I had had in my early years were nothing like this. No girl had ever let me near their ass and here he wanted me inside him.

I stepped onto him, pressing my hard cock against his tight little hole. Slowly I pressed and, as my thick knot head slipped inside him, he let out a groan I will never forget. Reaching for me, he pulled my chest to his, while arching his hips to take more of my seven-inch cock. Finally, I was inside him. It felt so good, so tight and so erotic to be buried inside Phil. He turned his face to mine and our lips were on each other. Our tongues swirling, I began to rock my hips; his strong thighs wrapped around mine, his hairy legs against mine felt amazing. Phil was moaning into my mouth and mine into his. Fully lost in every sensation I never knew I needed to experience so badly. His cock felt so good pressed against my stomach. Then he broke our kiss and said, “fill me up, deep inside, Harold.”
I propped up on my hands as he pulled his knees high and I fucked him with deep, long strokes. The way he looked at me, taking my cock in his ass, sent shivers down my spine. All at once, I came. I came so hard I was shaking and lowered myself down into an embrace while he kissed my neck. Rope after rope of my hot cum shooting deep inside his ass.

Once my orgasm subsided, I slipped out of him and was lying there beside him. He finally spoke, “you think fucking my ass felt good? Wait until you’re on the receiving end, you’ll be hooked,” his sexy grin showing.

“You really think your cock will fit, Phil?” I replied.

“Well, we will work up to that,” he smiled. I only wondered what squat day was going to bring but, that’s for another story.