Adorable Teen Deflowered by Old Geezer (2nd Attempt)

[Araucaria]

[Photo taken from JUB thread. Presumably the photographer/studio has model’s proof of age on file.]


[I posted a version of this story, which was deleted without notice or explanation. And of course, that made me question, what was in it that the mods could possibly object to? Then it hit me: I didn’t specifically state that one of the characters was over 18. I guess they thought that the perhaps overeager description by the bed and breakfast’s owner of the character’s youthful beauty, implied that he was underage. That was not my intent. I wanted to emphasize the erotic appeal of sex partners with a vast age difference, and yes, mine it for its humor value.The story is told from the first person perspective of the b & b owner seeing a youthful trespasser at his swimming pool. This happens all the time in real life, in places such as hotels, motels, and apartments. The b & b owner would not have known any details, such as the young man’s name and specific age, so I didn’t include them in the original submission. I like the story, and I’m reposting it with minor changes, because I think it’s too good to let it be sacrificed without a fight.]


I owned a small country bed and breakfast several miles off I-95. This is a touristy area, with St. Augustine about 20 miles away, on the other side of the interstate, but this area tends to be rather quiet. In Florida the seasons are the opposite of most other places. Right now it's the middle of summer, typically hot as blazes, and business is slow.

In the past week or so, this youth, started showing up at my place, swimming in the pool. He was only 18, as I was to learn later. He was a cute, with a baby face, but quite well-built for someone so young. To tell you the truth, I wanted to go out and talk with him, but every time he appeared, I was busy with some chore or task, and couldn't get out to see him. Probably I should shoo him away since he's not a guest, but in truth I was smitten by his beauty.

This afternoon my adorable non-resident swimmer, decided to skinny dip. I immediately wanted to go out for a closer view, but I was stuck on the phone with a lady from the supply company that I get my food and cleaning supplies from. It was really complicated. Did I pay for the pancake mix I ordered a couple of weeks ago, and telling them they sent me double the amount of bleach I ordered, etc.

All the while the young guy jumped in and out of the pool. I noticed that he had erection problems. His penis varied from a flop-hard, to standing at full mast. At the moment, he sat on the side of the pool, facing toward my office window, allowing me an ample feast of his beauty. How big is it, I asked myself? Hmm, maybe 5, 6 inches, perfect size for him. The view caused me erection problems of my own, I started rubbing my crotch, as the lady was reading out my order for the upcoming week.

As it so happened, my only guest at the time a was an older gay man, who had to be at least 70 or so. Anyway, I watched as the old geezer walked out to the pool in a Speedo that made him look ridiculous. He immediately sat down and chatted up the youth, who gave him a charmed smile.

"Looks like you've got a hard problem," he said, as he stared at the boy's cock.

The young man flashed him a sheepish grin.

"What are we going to do about that?"

The old man made a fist around the boy's cock and started playing with it.

Damn, that old man moves fast!

It was obvious from the expressions on the boy's face that he found the stimulation from a man old enough to be his grandfather very pleasurable. It got me totally boned up.

"Oh, my credit card number?" I said, still stuck on the phone doing business with the woman, "Let me get it for you."

By now the old man was sucking the youth's cock and cupping his balls. I meanwhile, was rubbing my crotch. Come on, lady, finish up the damn call!

The elderly man was really driving the lad wild, making him squirm and grimace with the intense stimulation he was getting. By now I was standing up in front of my desk, rubbing my penis, masturbating myself through the fabric of my pants.

Right when I thought he was about to make the boy blow, the old man let the youth's stiff wet cock slip out of his mouth. He stood up and pulled down his Speedos, revealing an erection at least 7" long, and thick. Looks like the old geezer took his Viagra pill today!

"Suck me, boy!"

I felt like I was witnessing the kid being violated, as I saw the head of the old man's penis invade the youth's mouth. Now it was the old geezer's delight, as the boy now pleasured a man who must have been 50 years his senior.

"I'll make sure you get that delivery tomorrow and thank you for your business."

"Sure thing, ma'am."

I hung up the receiver. Finally!

By now the old man had both hands on the boy's head, fucking his mouth at his pleasure.

I dropped my pants, grabbed my cock, and began jacking off with voyeuristic pleasure. Yeah, old man! Violate that young punk's body! Have your way with him!

Next thing I know, suddenly the geezer and the youth are staring at me, framed by the window, jacking off to them. I felt so embarrassed!

"Come on out!" yelled the old man.

I walked out. The punk was still sucking off the old man, so I dropped down to put that adorable young cock in my mouth. It greeted me with a liberal dollop of his clear, sticky nectar, which I proceeded to lap up. Soon I was going down on him in earnest.

The geezer pulled out of the boy's mouth. Reaching for a bottle I thought was suntan lotion, but on closer inspection turned out to be lube, he said, "Rub this on my cock, son!"

Next thing I know, he had him turn over, spread his pucker hole, and began eating his ass out. The youth in the meantime started sucking my cock. I caressed his hair, as he bobbed up and down on me. He more than made up for the inexperience of his technique with his eagerness to please.

The elderly man stood up and pressed the head of his penis to the virginal sphincter. He gave the youth a slap on the ass, and said "ever been fucked before, kid?" to which the 18 year old shook his head.

"Ah, I love deflowering virgins! Ok, we're gonna take it easy, boy!" He sunk the head in and went in a couple of inches. the boy winced, The elderly man kept pushing deeper, until he was all the way in, Then he slowly started moving his cock back and forth in the 18 year old’s rectum.

"How you doing, son? Is this a little rough for you?"

The boy shook his head yes.

"It will get easier in a couple of minutes. Just be glad I have a big cock. It's actually easier on a tender hole like yours."


“How does that feel?"

"Feels good."

"You're right, son. It feels downright exquisite! You've got to trust me, and what I do to you. Relax and surrender complete control to me."

With that the old man resumed thrusting his cock into the virgin love canal, a bit faster and more forcefully than the young man was ready for. But this time the old geezer didn't let up. Instead, he fucked him faster.

The young lad's face grimaced with pain, and he clenched his jaws. But gradually the face eased, until he showed the open-mouthed pleasure of a guy loving being fucked.

I took my cock and put it back in the 18-year old’smouth. I really enjoyed watching the teen getting plundered, taken over, and taken advantage of by the old geezer who must have remembered to take his Viagra this morning. He must have been a Boy Scout, for he certainly was prepared.

By now the old geezer was fucking the youth fast and furious, balls slapping against his ass, showing his virgin victim no mercy. The boy showed intense pain, giving way to intense pleasure, and back again.

I grabbed the boy's head with both hands, and his mouth was at the total mercy of me pumping my cock the way I wanted it. We were spit-roasting our victim for our pleasure. From time to time the old geezer. This kid sure didn't know what he got himself into!

Then the old man tensed up and yelled, "I"m cuuummiinngg.!" And with that he pumped and hammered his elderly semen deep in the boy's hole, filling it for the first time in his young life.

I wasn't far behind, as I started shooting spurt after spurt of my middle age cum in the teen's mouth, for his first taste of man juice. "Swallow it, kid! Take all of my hot cum!"

I kissed the boy on the face. We flipped him so he was on his back. I grabbed his cock with one hand, and his balls with the other. Soon I had the youth shooting spurt after spurt of his hot cum, all over his chest and belly, and even some in his face. It seemed like the boy would never finish shooting. He collapsed, exhausted, but with a big smile on his face..

I started lapping up our young man's precious love juice, savoring the taste of his young manhood.

 

[Autolycus]

Thanks for the clarification. The reason for deletion was clearly shown. Always good to get it right first time

 

[MusicMan321]

Nice story line

 

[bs29697]

Nice story glad you made the corrections so we could read it. Hope there will be more

Brian

 

[Araucaria]

The brilliant Florida sun and heat hit us as soon as we had finished our sex session, and the three of us dove into the pool to cool off for several minutes. Our young 18 year old turned out to be an energetic swimmer, jumping and splashing while the old geezer and me were willing to relax in the cool water.

We decided to retire to my air-conditioned office. I put my clothes back on, and the old man put his Speedos on, looking like someone had shoved too much meat into the skin of an overstuffed sausage. The young man, however, came in, still buck-ass naked. What the hell, we’re the only ones here. It was a relaxed, laid-back atmosphere, and the geezer regaled us with tales of his sexual exploits with young men.

“Excuse me, but we had reservations for tonight,” a deep male voice said from the doorway.

Shocked to hear someone, I turned and saw an affluent-looking older couple, about 60 years of age. The man was tall and handsome, with silver hair, and wearing a cream-colored polo shirt. The woman wore a light blue blouse, and the two of them wore matching Dockers slacks.

I felt horror with the realization that I have a naked boy right here in front of guests. But I decided to act normal, and pretend that nothing unusual was going on here.

“We just drove all the way down from North Carolina,” the woman said in a smooth, cultured Southern accent, which sounded more like “Noth Care-line-ah.”

“Oh, oh yeah,” I said, remembering that I got reservations for two sometime this week. When it’s slow the days just seem to run together, and you tend to forget things. “Let’s see,” I said, opening my ledger. “Do you have a preference on the floor? I wanted to put you in a nice room on the second floor, the honeymoon suite, I call it. But I could give you something on the first floor, if you don’t want to go trudging up and down those stairs.”

“What, you think we’re a couple of old fogies?” The man said. “Of course we’ll take the honeymoon suite, won’t we dear?”

The wife gave a nervous giggle.

“Well, let’s get our luggage.” The man put his hand on the naked teen’s shoulder. “Will you help us, son?”

We all went out front, where a shiny baby blue Cadillac sat in the driveway. Opening the trunk, the man motioned to the naked boy, who picked up two large suitcases. He lugged them up the stairway, as I unlocked the honeymoon suite to let the couple in.

“Damn, it’s hot in here!” I exclaimed. “I usually run the air when we’re expecting guests, but I forgot this afternoon,” I said, as I walked over to the AC and turned it on full blast. “This air conditioner runs cold, so it should be comfortable in a few minutes.”

In the meantime, our naked 18 year old had to make two, three, four trips to the Cadillac, hoisting more luggage, and dragging them up the stairs. I felt sorry for our impromptu bellhop. Yet he didn’t seem to get too worn out like that.

“I don’t think they’ll need the golf clubs up there,” I told him.

“Thank you, son,” the silver-haired man said to the youth. “Oh, and here’s a tip.” He gave the boy a one dollar bill.

Cheap bastard.

The man slapped the teen on his ass, which I found arousing.

“Oh, by the way, we can have dinner if everybody wants it,” I announced. “How does Cuban food sound? Palomilla steak, that’s a thin steak, black beans and rice, plantains, and flan for dessert.”

Damn, I just made a shitload of work for myself. In season I always hire somebody to do all the cooking and kitchen cleaning, but in the summer there aren’t that many guests most of the time.

I served dinner at 6, and everybody came down. As it turned out, the couple sat on one side of the table, with our adorable teen, still totally naked, sitting next to the wife. The old man and me were on the other side.

“You mind if we say grace?” The woman asked.

“Is that OK?” I looked over at the old geezer, who indicated he had no objections by shrugging and saying,

“Fine.”

“Lord Jesus, we thank you for this day, for this wonderful food, and the hands that prepared it…”

Fortunately, she wasn’t too long-winded, and we all dug in, as soon as she said “Amen.”

During the meal, I noticed that the woman kept checking out what the teen sitting next to her had between his legs. Hmm, why don’t you go for it, honey, I thought to myself.

“We’re going to Naples for our daughter’s wedding,” she said.

“What’s the best way to get there?” Asked the husband.

“I’ll have to look at a map, I don’t think there’s a really good way to get there from here,” I answered.

“By the way,” the husband asked, “What’s your name, kid?”

“Alex,” I think he said, the boy’s mouth full of Palomilla steak.

“Don’t you know that it’s impolite to talk with your mouth full, young man?” The old geezer spoke, I think more to rib him, than to admonish him.

“Hey, Alex needs to eat,” I responded. “He’s a growing boy!”

After dinner the guests went to their rooms, and Alex hung out with me in the kitchen, while I cleaned and scrubbed all the dishes, pots and pans, glasses, etc. It was a pain in the butt, and I was tired, but I knew if I left them, roaches would show up in no time. Besides, everything would have to be cleaned and put away for me to cook breakfast in the morning.

But then the silver-haired man came back down to the kitchen. To my shock he handed the young man a $100 bill.

“Come up to our room. We need you to spice up our marriage,” he told Alex conspiratorially. “I’ve got plenty more money for you up there.”

 

[bs29697]

I liked this chapter. Hope there will be more.

Brian

 

[Hidden Element]

great story so far, hoping we find out what happens in the couples bed room

 

[highflyer99]

The naked teen seems to have moved in, which is a bit bizarre but also pretty erotic. He certainly seems to please the guests. I hope there's more!