I awoke feeling so very refreshed and alive after my past week of debauchery. I just could not believe all that occurred in such a short time. My evening with Fred turned out to be something unlike anything I had done before. I still could not believe I managed to get his entire thick cock all the way down. I could feel the slight tenderness in my jaws and my throat felt a little sore. I stretched and enjoyed a nice hot shower, my third in about 15 hours. I gargled some salt water and that seemed to sooth my throat so I made myself a nice mushroom, ham and scallion omelet and drank a large glass of oj. Refreshed and full, I started to think about my evening to come with the last of my new friends, Paul.

I walked out onto the lanai and crawled into the pool just to relax. I climbed into my floating chaise and started to think about my new friends. Mike was so tender and caring and had such a beautiful body. Charlie was more straight forward and told me exactly what he liked and, of course, his cock size and quantity of cum output was like nothing I had ever experienced. Tim had the gorgeous smooth body and was the most attentive lover. Fred was fabulous. Fab Fred as I now think of him. The thickness of his cock was just amazing and our anal play was pretty new to me other than my own self experimentation. I just wonder what it will be like with Paul. I had definitely felt something unusual between us and I was anxious to explore that feeling. I looked down to see that my daydreaming had produced a very rigid erection and I gave it a couple strokes and just floated around.

Since Paul was the oldest of the men, I put some real thought into our evening. I knew he had been married many years and was a widower. I also knew he was a mid-western farm boy by birth. I decided that, like Charlie, a good steak would probably be right down his alley. I laughed at my using that expression because someones "alley" was very much on my mind.

I went to a local butcher shop and got two beautiful filets. I also stopped and picked up a pinot noir that would go well with the filet. I picked up the produce I would need and headed back to my house.

I decided I would go kind of very cool 50s with the music and picked out several CDs including some Tony Bennett, Paul Desmond and, of course, Sinatra. I wondered if it would bring back some pleasant memories for Paul.

The rest of the day flew past and exactly at 5:30 the doorbell rang. As excited I am, I forced myself to walk slowly to the door. "Hi Paul, come on in. You are a punctual man after my own heart", I said as I closed the door behind him and gave him a warm hug. Paul seemed to appreciate the hug and returned it, making me feel very comfortable. I just keep thinking there is something special about this guy that I feel in my gut.

I stepped back, still holding his left hand in my right and looked him over. He is everyones favorite grandpa I thought. His trimmed, white hair is neatly combed, his pink cheeks smoothly shaved and his smile made you feel totally at ease. He was dressed in nice tan Dockers slacks with a French blue polo shirt that accentuated his lovely, round belly. I could see the slightest tuft of white hair at the opening of his collar. His eyes were a blue that just melts you as you look into them. He has just enough tan for a healthy, outdoorsy look. "Did I forget to put in my teeth or something", he asked and smiled. "Oh jeez, Paul. I'm sorry I was staring". "It's just that you are such a beautiful man". "Well, in that case you can stare all you want and he put his arms around me and gave me the most tender hug.

As our bodies came together, I felt an absolute jolt go through me. This handsome daddy was just seeming to push all of my buttons. We kind of rocked our groins against each other and I heard him give a slight sigh. "Paul", I said, "how would you like to play a little game to start our evening". He looked at me and said, "lets do it".

We went poolside and I set two chairs facing each other about 6 feet apart. We sat face to face, a puzzled look on Paul's face. "OK Paul, take one thing off", I said. He looked at me and then gave me that gorgeous smile and took off his belt. We both laughed and I knew we were going to be laughing a lot tonight. Now it was my turn so I took off one shoe. After more shoes and socks and belts and watches, we were both bare chested with just a couple more items to go. Paul seemed to really be enjoying the drawn out sexual nature of our undressing. He commented several times how he grew up in the time of wham bam thank you maam.

Paul's chest was as beautiful as the rest of him. His breasts were large enough to enjoyably suck and his light dusting of white hair traveled down over his big belly and disappeared into his trousers. It was his turn and he stood up to unfasten his waistband and I could see his cock was swollen and down his left pants leg. I could feel my breathing quicken as he began to lower his pants. I also remembered my pleasant surprise at his cock size from our earlier time at the Y. His pants dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them. True to his generation, he folded them neatly and placed them with the rest of his clothes. I just stared at his jersey boxers as they let me see the outline of his cock and especially the swollen head.

Paul sat back down and gave a little twist of his hand to indicate it was my turn. I stood and unbuttoned my shorts. I could see his eyes looking right at my cock and I was sure I could see his cock starting to rise a little more. I could also see that his big balls were kind of squeezed a little out of one leg of his boxers. I slowly unzipped and inched my shorts down. His breathing also got quicker and he moved his left hand to adjust his cock in his underwear. As my shorts got down far enough he groaned a little as I was wearing a black jock strap instead of of underwear. "I approve", was all he said.

Now it was his turn and I wanted to just jump over and rip his underwear down but he stood and started to pull them off then turned his back to me. I was momentarily taken aback thinking he was so surprisingly modest. Then he slid them off slowly and bent to show me the back view of an incredible pair of low hanging balls. I laughed and gave him a little round of applause but awaited his turning around. As he turned his cock was rising on its own. And what a beautiful cock it was. Although he is uncut, his foreskin was halfway back. His cock is sticking almost straight out a very solid 8 inches. His white pubic hair is trimmed to maybe an inch and his balls are shaved and hanging extremely low. I could feel my cock just straining to get out of the jock I was wearing. Paul sat back down licking his lips as I stood up. I was really ready for action and I simply peeled the jock right down and let my cock spring up. Paul reached out and grabbed it and pulled me right to him. I straddled his legs and sat on his lap facing him with our cocks rubbing against each other. I placed my hand on his then moved it so that we enclosed both cocks together against each other and slowly moved our hands up then down.

We started to kiss and our tongues erotically tangled as we both got more and more excited. I stood and took his hand and we walked down the steps into the pool. I grabbed a couple noodle floats and put them behind his back and under his arms so he could lean back. Then I lifted his legs and put one over each shoulder. His huge balls and sac hung down between his legs and I reached to them and gave them a tug. A moan came from Paul as I stepped closer and engulfed his entire cock in one swift motion. He gasped and I just held his cock deep in my throat. Every time I would tug on his balls and deep throat him he would let out a moan loud enough that I thought I might draw the attention of a neighbor. "Bedroom", I whispered.

I picked up a big, fluffy towel and dried Paul off completely. I took extra special care on his cock and balls and even had to roll my tongue around inside his foreskin a few times. I could tell he was totally into everything I was doing. He grabbed a towel and then dried me off. He started to give me an excellent blow job and I had to step back so as to let my juices go back down before I shot off. It was as if everything about excited me more that I had ever felt before.

We went into the bedroom and with the house closed up I knew he could moan all he wanted. I sat on the edge of the bed and drew his cock into my mouth and started to take him all the way in and all the way out. He was moaning and groaning constantly and I could use his noises to judge how close he was getting to cumming. I would back off when I thought he was too close.

I had him lie back on the bed and asked him if I could give him a gift. "Right now, you have me under your control", he laughed. I reached into the nightstand and pulled out first the lube and then cock and ball straps. He looked confused until I took his balls in one hand and stretched them down and fastened the strap around them. As I started to lick his tightly stretched balls he started saying, "oh man" over and over. I then took another thin strap and put it around the base of his cock and his cock got even harder and his cock head quickly engorged enough to make it larger than he had ever seen it. "Oh my God", he said. "That's great".

I started sucking him again and his hips were moving all over the place. He said he wanted to come so badly. Please make him cum. I told him I would but I wanted to know if he would do it in a special way. I explained that although I had used dildoes, I had never been fucked. I was always kind of apprehensive about it and wanted it not to be with just anybody but rather something special. I realized I sounded like a high school virgin telling her boyfriend he can't fuck her yet. Paul just stared at me and let me finish. "Paul", I said, "I want you to fuck me tonight". He looked at me for a moment longer and then smiled. I leaned forward and we kissed and then I rubbed lube on his pulsing cock, threw my left leg over his body and started to put his slippery cock on my rosebud.

I felt myself open and I felt a sharp pain. "Think dildo" I said to myself and just relaxed. I felt his cock head slip past the sphincter muscle and I pushed myself down on him a little more. The pain stopped me for a second and I just sat there and tried to relax again. I could feel myself starting to get use to the feeling so I pushed a little more. The pain had decreased and I began to feel a strange tingle in my ass and under my balls. I knew from my dildo what was happening and I just let myself settle on to him. Instead of pain, I now began to really feel him making love to me and I began to move up and down. I could feel his cock rub across my prostate and a drop of precum dropped onto Paul's belly. I reached back and gave his balls a squeeze and he said, "oh yeah", so I squeezed again. I started to rise up off of him and feel his cock come almost out of me and them I sat back on him and this time I could feel my ass against his pubes. I moved up and start to move in a circular motion and then getting more excited and grinding and moving and clenching. Paul was moaning and getting louder and I found myself starting to say, "fuck me Paul, fuck me Paul" over and over. I really started riding his cock and I knew he was close. Paul let out this long, loud moan and I could feel him shooting his warm cum inside of me. His cock was throbbing as he had a couple more spurts and as his cock head rubbed once again against my prostate I sent a shot cum up to Paul neck. He took his fingers and wiped it off and sucked his fingers and that made another spurt of cum hit his big belly. I leaned forward and licked it off and then lay against him with his cock still buried in me. I put one of his hard nipples in my mouth and just lightly sucked. Paul enveloped me in his arms and held me tight, kissing the top of my head. I looked at him and saw a tear run from his right eye. I snuggled in and just let him hold me for the time it took for our racing hearts and breathing to return to normal. As I felt his softened cock slide out my ass, he whispered, "why don't we get a shower, eat our steaks and then let me show you what I can do without my teeth".

That ends the Fitness Center series. Paul truly was the love of my life until his passing nine years ago. He was the kindest man and loved sex at any time. He appears in most of my stories as one of the characters. In some of my stories, I appear as a young man and my character is living some of my fantasies of my youth. In others, Im the age that I was when experiencing the scenes I describe. I started writing the stories while mourning the loss of Paul. I found great comfort in creating stories from things we had done. They also became a turn on to relive when reading them and lead to many orgasms. Two years after Pauls death, I met another very wonderful man. We saw each other a couple times a week for three years in a non-sexual relationship and have now lived together 4 1/2 years. He appears as a character in some stories also, particularly the Chance Encounter stories.
I appreciate the kind words many of you have passed on. Im glad you enjoy the stories. More stories to cum.

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