Chapter 7 | Cameron
Chapter 7
Cameron
“Y ou look... amazing . Are you sure you’re ten years older than me? You must have some good genes in your family.” That and he must need glasses, but for now I’d take that compliment, because he didn’t appear to be a man that gave out praises. Most of the time young men would tell you what was on their minds. He didn’t say I should go to the gym more which was a code for you were out of shape.
I felt better now that I’d gotten that out of the way. Being with a younger man had me unsure of myself, not because Sam had made me feel that way, but because it was of my own making.
I’d never considered this idea with Brett, because I was that younger man. It must have been because I was always the younger man, and now that had changed. I had to adjust because it wasn’t serving me well. Too much second guessing myself when I’d always been the one who had been sure of every move I’d made going forward. But when Brett died I felt alone and uncertain of my future alone because he was my pillar and he seemed to know what to do, but I was the one who had to take the reins this time.
Now I had to be the one to lead. “Come here, baby, what is it you want?” He glanced at me. “Well, if you don’t tell me then I will tell you.” I gave him a second and he glanced at me with this coy look on his cute face and placed his finger in his mouth.
“I don’t mind pleasing you.” Before I could answer yes or no, he stooped down, went to his knees as I braced myself against the sofa, and my butt fell with a thud. Before I could breathe, my legs were spread and I was the one with my head lying back, my body trembling from the moment he placed his warm mouth over my cock, and he sucked in the breadth and depth of my length down his throat, and I was in heaven when I raked my fingers through his fine hair with his head bobbing up and down.
I raised my hips shamelessly, and to my surprise there appeared to be no depth to his throat as he devoured every inch of my full cock. His tongue moved around the tip of the head, lapping the rushing pre-cum and sending my body into a frenzy. My legs trembled, my nipples reached a peak when he palmed my chest and tightened his fingers on one nipple one after the other.
“What are you doing to me, Sam? I can’t keep this up for much longer. I’m going to explode in your mouth.” He surprised me.
Sam raised his head and locked eyes with me. His browns overtaking my blues, and he said, “Go ahead, I want to taste you, and I want you to know that I like you a lot.” He lowered his head and opened his mouth, and I palmed my cock pushing through his lips, and then I slid my finger along the ridges of his lips and I moaned with pleasure.
“You’re so good. Why me?” I had hoped I was special, but when I was his age, no one was special, and the mature men had asked me the same thing, but I’d hoped I’d been different.
As Sam continued jerking my cock when he looked up at me, he said, “You’re sexy and handsome. I didn’t know being with a man like you I’d enjoy making love to you. You’re not demanding, you seem to enjoy what I do, and you’re not greedy.”
Before I’d been all those things, but I guessed when you were young and all you thought about was yourself you didn’t get the true enjoyment of satisfying the person you were with. I was all those things he said I wasn’t, and that was me in my twenties.
“Come when you’re ready, Cam,” he said, “I have all night.” I didn’t want him on his knees all night. I wanted him on the bed looking into his soft browns his legs in the air and me pounding his hole.
“I’m coming, Sam.” And he placed one hand on his cock, and jerked it as he sucked me dry when the cum overflowed and dripped along the side of his mouth. I’d filled his mouth with a year’s worth of cum, but he took it all in stride. He leaned back on his haunches and smiled as I sat there trying to cover up, and rid the self-doubt that had plagued me when I was left alone by Brett.
At this point I’d wondered if this was real and would I have reacted to this heart-stopping orgasm in the same way if I’d given myself the chance to date? Was I just a needy fuck who denied myself the pleasure, and once I did, I thought I’d fallen in love?
When Sam got to his feet, he headed for the ensuite and returned with a towel for me. “Do you have any condoms, because I carry a few.” I’d forgotten all about that and it was a good thing he did. That just showed how I hadn’t been active for some time.
“I guess you don’t carry lube?” I questioned.
“No, I don’t, but we can do it the old-fashioned way.” I knew what that meant. I wondered if I should ask if he was a top or bottom. I decided not to ask that question and let nature takes its course. “The cream rises to the top,” as Brett used to say. In this instance I wondered if that was the right stance to take. “Let’s go into the bedroom, it’s a shame to waste that king-sized bed,” Sam said when he offered me his hand.
Standing near him, I had a few inches and more weight on my body, but for a man close to forty, Sam said I looked great nude, and it was only because I’d used my home gym whenever I’d been home, and the hotel’s exercise rooms.
We strode together hand in hand, and it felt as if I’d known him for years. Yet I couldn’t stop thinking about Sabastian. There was so much there to remind me of him. His dark silky hair, his wide chest and those pronounced nipples. Hell, I’d been watching him for over a year and I felt I knew every part of his body he’d revealed. The size of his chest with a tee shirt he’d exposed to the world.
He took me on several shopping sprees, and although I wasn’t the type to carry a purse even if it was a man purse, I’d admired Sabastian for having the guts to be his authentic self. I had been my authentic self by accepting that I was a gay man, but this man was feminine and I was attracted to him, and it was something I’d admired, and deep down I needed to know him.
“Cameron, I’ve been talking to you and you didn’t answer. Were you rethinking about us hooking up? Was I too forward when I gave you a blow job? I didn’t ask you?” That was just like a man his age who cared and I liked that about him. It took me years to learn how to care about another man’s feelings.
I lay in the bed on my back and palmed my cock. “Of course not. You were wonderful. I’m going to miss you.” I shouldn’t have said that. I saw the look on his face and his forehead furrowed when he stood over me and lay down beside me. He reached for my arm and placed it behind him and lay close to me.
Trailing his finger along my nipple, he glanced over at me, “I hope you do. I hope you never find another man like me, and one day you find yourself longing for my touch and you find me.”
“That’s cruel.”
“Not as cruel as you never seeing me again. I may get over you, but I don’t want to. And you—” I stopped him with a kiss. Bringing him over my chest, I captured his mouth with mine and took his tongue as he dropped it down my throat when I reached and gripped my cock and it became hard. His cock never softened, because I felt it when he straddled me and when it pounded continually on my leg.
Sam pulled away from our heart-stopping wet kisses, and lowered his body as I lay there watching him make love to me. He reached for my nipple with one finger, pinched it like a clamp, and with his moist warm mouth took in the right nipple, and sucked it hard. Breath left my body and I leaned in to the feeling. My length grew and grew as he dry fucked it.
What the fuck would I do once he placed himself inside me? I wondered. I was wet with pre-cum and he hadn’t done anything but rub his cock against mine.
“Oh, Oh, you’re teasing me. You want me never to forget you, and I promise you I won’t,” I confessed. “I wish I could take you with me.” He didn’t say a word, he smiled and glanced up at me, and moved down and pushed the bench to the side and stood, and looked me in the eyes.
Weak from the blow job, hoping heart attacks didn’t run in my family at an early age, and trying to get my feeble body to function to its fullest, especially to keep this young man’s attention while I had him, because I had made up my mind I needed to see more of him. I wanted him part of my life, but I had to have stamina to keep up, or I could lose him to a younger dude.
Before I could protest, he reached for my thighs, and pulled them forward. He placed the condom on his shaft. At this point I should have said something, but I needed to satisfy my desire and longing for an orgasm, not by my hand, and not from someone I’d fantasized about on social media.
I knew this one time wouldn’t hurt me, and I’d allow him to take me if it meant him using me, and bursting a cherry that hadn’t been broken since I was in my twenties.
I hadn’t let a man have me since then, because I didn’t have to. When I’d meet a man and he appealed to me in my youth, I hadn’t discovered my preference yet was to top a man. I didn’t know enough to have a preference, until I met my life partner, who became my husband. Before then I was a happy bottom, therefore giving myself to this young man whom I began to like and wanted in my life was no big sacrifice tonight. It was indeed a pleasure which I didn’t want to give up or lose too soon.