He had sold out his holdings in Hawaii. I'd disposed of my Florida live on sailboat. Those retirement homes had kept us apart in winters, while our fall & spring trysts had depended on out of season retreats to his idyllic summer home in a seasonal national park. Sadly, a snow avalanche had swept that away & park policy forbade its reconstruction. Only wild life will have domain in the future: lifers out, tourists in, wolves, bears, moose, deer and elk, all ok.
He bought empty land between two other ranges of older, smaller mountains and called it a ranch. Built a lodge and cleared the flats to plant vines. He is no cowboy and there isn't a horse. Still he invited me to come to saddle up for what he styled as a summer reunion. Like winter, we had not shared that season since 2001.
I knew just what he intended, and accepted right away. He's been my best friend forever, my porn buddy for almost 50 years.
Its true he prefers xxx action films, like Max Hardcore hate fucking porn players posing as teenage newbies in ankle socks and a pair of fuck me pumps. All his movies are more or less the same. Max deep throats a pigtailed cutie before turning her topsy turvy to ruin a crinkly asshole. For his big finish, Max always goes ass to mouth to foul and defile her, before cumming onto what has become a no longer smiling face.
I favour movies with stories, and actresses like C.J. Laing. Dirty girls into sm and piss, plot plausibility: bondage; doms topping women; femmes fatale controlled sissies; convincing portraits of subjugation & pain.
Of course, having been best friends forever, we've also much to keep us together despite separate interests in chicks, films and pics. As one extreme example, I like to be forced to wait for 2nd hits on a crack pipe, while sucking without end on his balls and dick.
He is the alpha male, and insists that I wear a tight fitting spandex suit to feign 'camel toe' pussy lips with my cock tied back tightly between my balls. There are ear plugs which go under a solid shiny black rubber hood, which sports a bleached blond ponytail.
He enjoys illusions of femininity, with my whispered voice masked by muffling and sucking sounds. Usually too talkative, I welcome this opportunity to be deafened and encouraged not to speak. So in this kink, we do make a good fit.
Directions are given and control gained by manual manipulation of my hooded head. Only the mouth opening allows things out or inside for use. He sometimes inserts his fingers to encourage the parts that give him the best service, or to caution, "No use of teeth!"
