Dave

I don’t know about you but I find Anderson Cooper smoking hot. Smart, beautiful blue eyes and the type of compact body you want to throw around a bedroom. So when I was approached by Dave, I almost did a double take – “I know, I know, I look like Anderson Cooper or a short, greyer Kevin Kline.” Ok, the Kevin Kline was a bit of a stretch, but the Anderson cooper was dead on.

Dave has an apartment in NYC that you often see in movies but have never actually seen in real life. I later found out it had been profiled in Architectural Digest but at first glance was amazed at the attention to detail and the color. He owns some amazing art and wall-to-wall bookcases. I often spend time looking at a guys books to get a better idea of his reading style and tastes and when I asked him about some of the choices, he said, “I used to be a reader, but I lost my office in the WTC and along with it, the desire to read. So now I just buy books but don’t actually read them.” That kind of hit me in the gut. He looked up at me with this great grey buzz cut and kind of sad eyes. How could I not lean down and kiss him? He has these kind of thin lips, but when you kiss them – they kind of miraculously expand.

I admit to liking carrying  a man with his legs wrapped around my waist and that is exactly how I carried my silver fox friend into the master bedroom. I pressed him into the wall and kissed him deeply again, cupping his ass as he climbed on my 6’5” frame. He was immaculately dressed and I soon wrinkled the hell out of his shirt and pants. By the time I lay him down and undressed him, his cock was leaking and warm.

He told me he ran track in high school and college when I asked how he kept in such great shape. His legs were covered in dark fur and got progressively lighter the further north my mouth moved from his cock to his pits. Sort of hot that his hair was totally grey on his head, but his body hair darker and more dense.

When I finally began to tongue his ass, I had to hold his hair back from his hole so I could tongue and probe more deeply and thoroughly. I kept flipping him from doggie to on his back and at one point he asked me why I kept throwing him around and then crushing him.

I answered by sticking the head of my cock directly in his hole. I love dodging a question with action.

I was hoping with the amount of time I rode him that his pits would get real ripe – they didn’t, or that his saucer size nipples would get hard – they didn’t either, but man was he fun to fuck. He had this sort of remarkable crescent shaped scar on his lower back that I stroked with my fingers while I fucked him from behind.  And the sweat on the back of his neck tasted amazing.

After we both came – and after all that time – we both came big – it was really nice to curl him up in front of me and spoon him while I slept. Later when I woke, he said I held him so tightly he could barely move. I like that he didn’t ask me to loosen my grip. He told me this with the same sad expression he had when he told me about the WTC. How could I not kiss him again?