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Time did pass, how much I had no idea, but noted that it was getting dark and I needed to take Atticus, the dog, out. Zach looked unconscious as I reached into the tub and pulled out the stopper. Quietly, almost melodically, the now tepid water and remaining suds flowed over and past that beautiful Black body and down the drain. It was like a wave receding on the beach, rushing back into the ocean, revealing an archeological Adonis. Zach's flaccid cock lay flat and straight against the white bathtub with just a bit of suds clinging that monster mushroom head. It looked totally spent, and God how good it felt to me to have made it so.

My thoughts jumped to my wife, and other women in my life who had served me so diligently, wondering if they ever felt as good about the results of their labor as I felt right then. What a feeling, really loving, adoring, serving cock, and what a cock to serve.

My cock was still throbbing, staying hard partly because I was wearing a heavy chrome cock ring that was now a bit tight, and partly because I had not come--yet. Still it was a good feeling. A hard cock is always a good thing. I pulled my white bathrobe on and moved over toward Zach just starting to sit up and rejoin the world of the living. I opened my bathrobe and told him, "Suck the pre-come off the head of my cock like a good boy." Just saying those words, giving that command, made my cock jump. He immediately, obediently, sucked it clean without a word. It felt so good I was tempted to let him minister to my cock right then, but I had other ideas.

He looked up at me, it was a questioning look. I said "Good boy, that was sweet. Come on out of the tub and let me dry you off. Then I'll take Atticus out, you can get into your bathrobe and we'll meet in the living room in a few. I intend to have a joint when I get back, grab another beer if you like. The Blues in there are sounding mighty inviting."

As he stood up, and I began toweling my Black man child trophy, he asked, "Are you going to breed me Daddy?"

He was so clean, so smooth, and I was so enjoying toweling every square inch. Lifting his cock and balls, feeling their weight, spreading his legs and running my fingers between his man butt cheeks, spreading them to expose his rosebud and finger again lightly what I had penetrated so aggressively earlier. I wanted to bend him forward right then and tongue that butt hole. That too would wait.

With every single remaining drop of water off him, I surveyed this incredible man, looking straight into his willing eyes, saying "Yes I am Zach, I aim to breed my son real good." And then added, "Is that what you want?" He reached into my open bathrobe, taking hold of my cock confined by that chrome cock ring, squeezed it firmly and said, "Yes Daddy, that is exactly what I want. Breed the fuck out of me!"

I loved it. I loved his every word, his every action, his every need. But I also could barely believe what was happening, and felt afraid for a moment. When I returned from walking Atticus, Zach was in the living room, bathrobe on, sitting on one end of my deep red leather couch looking right at home. Otis Redding was singing as I walked In to this comfortable scene, both of us feeling so safe and so at peace with this perfection we had stumbled on just hours earlier in the produce section.

Still standing, I told Zach I was going to go back to the other bathroom to change into my bathrobe, and have a couple of hits. I welcomed him again to grab another beer or a snack in the kitchen. Ten minutes later I was back and sat down at the other end of the couch facing him. Beer in his hand now, I said, "Zach, I want to talk for a bit, but I also want the joy of looking at you at the same time. Spin around and face me, leave your bathrobe open, I want to see your cock while we talk." He answered, "You got it Dad, I'd like to see yours as well, that cock ring is interesting jewelry, your cock is gorgeous, and you tasted great."

Sitting there facing each other, bathrobes casually open, I said, "Zach, please know that these last hours already produced the best, most moving sexual experience of my life. I'm stunned by it, and by how you fell into this Daddy/Son role-play so easily, so perfectly. This is a precious opportunity to me, and it seems like it is for you too. A life filled with wonderful women, and this my first time ever alone with a man and I'm loving it."

I filled Zach in on my heterosexual life, going all the way back to the stories when I was eleven or twelve and my abbreviated three-way with an ex-wife, stuff you already know from reading this series. That said, I continued, "That's my history, and my revelation Zach. Please tell me about yourself, men and/or women in your life before today. What worked and what didn't. Share the context that this evening exists within for you. Please."

Zach started out in a slow, almost somber way, "Trust me Cal, these last hours with you have had an equally powerful impact on me. What luck and what a privilege to know you Cal! No early childhood experiences, awkward girlfriend times in high school and college--never really close to a maybe-get-married relationship. I don't consider myself sexually experienced with women, or with men.'

"In college, not in the Navy, there was porn and some jack-off play with a roomie. I did suck his cock, and he sucked mine. But these were blowjobs, blow and go, get it done. I never ever swallowed or even tasted come, we just quickly cleaned-up and went back to drinking and smoking pot."

"I never would have considered myself gay or even bi from those experiences. No one, male or female, has ever made patient and adoring love to my cock like you just did. I never imagined such a thing being possible. The opposite of a blow job quickie, you were absorbed in, at one with, my cock. You wrapped yourself around it and drank my come like it was a gift to you from the Gods."

"I was intoxicated by your tireless exploration of me, and when I was about to explode, that Daddy-thing just came out of me. Not roleplaying, I know nothing of that. Your love and care was fatherly, yet it was also ferocious love-making. Though out of my mind, when I heard myself say the word Daddy, for a second I feared I might have offended you. It was not an age thing, the ride you took me on was ageless and I think I somehow knew you would understand, maybe even like that word. And you did, how cool. You can call me son anytime. We understand each other in a way that appears to be new to both of us, and it's just the beginning."

Zach continued to my amazement, "It is sexual, but it is also romantic. When you kissed me, sharing the taste of my own come for the first time, that was the single best kiss of my life. I loved my Daddy at that moment, and now, big time."

"Not the kind of love that threatens your marriage, I hope and imagine, but it is something totally unique to the two of us. Such trust I feel in you. You can have anything I can offer without any reluctance, and I do think you'll help me, teach me to find out things about myself and my real needs I never even considered."

Zach went on, "And Cal, I too have never had a man, and I mean it when I invite you to breed me Daddy. Fuck me with that beautiful white cock of yours, and please at some point, let me swallow come for the first time. That pre-come you allowed me to clean off your cock head was wonderful."

I continued to listen to this young man, swept away by his every word. "You know Cal, I think what I am learning through you may in the future affect and serve how I might decide to relate to women with greater comfort and satisfaction. That story you shared about your three-way where your ex-wife wanted a DP--no telling what she was thinking about how it played out, or what the other probably straight guy was thinking when one cock was in her ass and the other in her pussy, rubbing against each other's cock head with every thrust. I felt like what you described feeling, that it was like the two cocks were fucking each other. Very hot! The woman was literally a medium that allowed that to happen. What a turn on. Maybe one day you and I can find a female partner, I know it won't be your wife, who want two men to DP her."

"Wow Zach, that's incredible, what a thought, I see your cock just jumped, I am coming to kiss my boy right now!" I love how you vocalize, good clean dirty talk. Keep it up!" I moved across the couch and for the first time found myself facing Zach and in his arms as he leaned back. Our mouths met in a totally romantic, deep, endless kiss. A mouth to mouth fuck.

Zach and I were like two lovers, I was on top of him, in his strong arms and smooth muscled body. Being about thirty pounds lighter than him, God did I feel good and secure in his arms as our bathrobes parted we were skin to skin and his big cock was hard against mine, mouth fucking and feeling the love between us.

I didn't want it to stop but my desire to move forward had me pulling off that mouth and saying, "You sweet cunt, I'm going to the other bathroom to get a couple of good hits, enjoy your beer but get that bathrobe off. When I come back I want you face down on the carpet, man butt raised like you know what your Daddy needs!"

I pulled away and was off to the sound of Zach saying, "Breed me Daddy, I need you!" He was almost panting. What a treasure.

When I returned, maybe ten minutes later, there he was, obedient, lying flat on the white Berber, head toward the gas fireplace, butt just barely raised. He was a gorgeous Black sculpture with a hard black cock also lying flat between his legs demanding notice--a metaphorical third leg, warm and ready, serenaded by the blues. I was in heaven, I said only one word out loud "Gorgeous!" Then in a growl I said, "Lift that cunt ass a bit more." Which he did and I laid down on top of him my cock upright then sandwiched between his butt cheeks.

So comfortable, I lay down on this strong yet soft human terrain, took hold of his shoulders in a strung hug telling him with it that I love him, and I loved being exactly where I was at that moment. He uttered a quiet moan of approval. It felt great, just being there, getting in touch with the animal of it all. I was hard, he was hard. Nice!

"Give me that mouth!" I said, and he turned his head to the right, mouth turned up toward me. As my head went down I let go of his shoulders and slid my hands down his torso while grinding my pelvis into his raised buttock, my cock under pressure, enjoying the pressure in no hurry to penetrate and breed my boy. He ground back up, arching his back, so strong, so tuned into to every sensation. So we dry humped and embraced for a bit, powerful but softy so, lovingly so. "Oh Daddy" escaped from Zach's lips, so I kissed him again sharing tongue, as he groaned.

"I'm going to say hello to my cunt butt Zachery, reach back and spread those checks with both hands." I moved back between his legs, now on my knees, as he pulled those cheeks apart. His butt was in front of me ready for Daddy's any ministration, his hard cock stretched out between my knees as I looked down at it. What an image, the texture of white Berber carpet capped by black cock flesh. Pure animal art.

I had removed my chrome cock ring in the bathroom, it had been on several hours, needed some oil to get it off and the stroked my cock for a minute thinking of what was to come. I wanted as much flesh on flesh contact as humanly possible. My hands joined his hands, right on top of his hands that were doing their job, spreading those cheeks. It was a reassuring move for my pretty boy, then I moved both my hands immediately around that waiting rosebud man cunt, pulling, pressuring it to open and say hello. Then without warning, I stabbed it with my tongue, good and hard, penetrating. What a sound Zach made knowing exactly where I was going. I was going in, for fun right now, with my tongue, getting his freshly bathed cunt ready to be bred.

I took my time getting my first man cunt ready. Clearly It was ready, opening like a flower, no need for even that tiny bit of oil I had stroked on my cock. This butt wanted cock and it wanted it now. I sat up straight for a minute, looking down at now massively ridged man-tool sitting so proud, now full of itself and very much atop the white Berber. I grabbed it just to say hello, gave it a strong squeeze and slapped it against the carpet a few times. What a temptation to suck it right then, but there would be time for that again later.

I climbed back up on Zach and shoving my tongue in his open mouth said, "Taste that cunt of yours that am going to rape and breed." He sucked on my tongue, almost too hard, I had to fight to get it back. Boy was Zach ready.

I positioned myself behind him again. Between his legs, his cock below as if watching, and a squirming butt cunt raised high, back arched, his hands still obediently spreading those cheeks, his cunt actually looked open and my cock slide in--in one fast move. I owned that cunt and I was home. I just ground my shaved pelvis as deep and as hard as I could, not pulling out a bit, I wanted to be in him and I wanted to savor that victorious deep landing.

So we ground together tightly for an eternity, it seemed, to the sound of Zach, "Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy, you're all the way in my cunt. Don't leave me, rape that butt. You own it." Then the words became inaudible as he pushed up against me, we were fucking without withdrawing an inch, just a grinding joint gyration, the fully penetrated feeling of love and connection. Zach and I were a single organism and we both revealed in that oneness.

Propelling that oneness, I reached up and grabbed his wrists, his arms now fully extended forward like Superman in flight. I grabbed and I rode him with no thought of ever letting go.

Time again stood still, but at some point I pulled out just to see where I had been. His cunt was wide open, as though it was screaming come back, fuck me, live life inside me, breed me. And boy did I. I was back in where my cock belonged and now I wanted to pound the hell out of him, make him feel raped, and bred. I was a savage, a pagan savage, pounding in and out, covered in sweat, crashing back in from every angle, stretching him left and right, up and down. All the while, hands back on his wrists, me glued to him, riding him savaging that cunt. What a cunt.

At seventy I can't pretend to shoot Zach-caliber loads, but I needed to come and for me, unlike Zach, the first load is actually just the start. It triggers a kind of learned tantric truth now that allows me to have many, almost limitless orgasms. NEMO, non-ejaculatory-multiple-orgasms. Age perhaps is compensating on some level, and every orgasm feels like the first all over again. Convulsing, body shaking. They are beautiful waves of cock and body thunder. I was coming and coming in Zach, and they just kept getting better and better, so I just kept fucking. It went on forever.

In my delirium of animal pounding, animal on animal, I looked down and saw Zach's Black cock jumping and snorting spewing his huge loads of come on the Berber, white-on-white as he screamed and grunted inaudible animal noises. We were a wet, sweaty, breathless, sweet, loving couple, breeding on that wilderness of white Berber. So I continued to pump and I howled, pure animal.

Time past. As I would learn later we had been flying together, me riding the back of that young Superman through another world, for forty-five minutes. A forty-five minute animal fuck. Now we were, as one unit, fully spent. We had been seemingly floating above the Berber. Flying. Deluxe. Now I collapsed completely on Zach, then my boy Zach was back flat on the Berber, it felt like a landing on mother earth. Nothing else in the world mattered. At some point we began to breathe normally, I think. Zach became human first and said quietly, breathlessly, "Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy." And then drifted off. Spent! I'm the writer, I always have words, but as I became human--I had none. I was at peace with the world and needed nothing. I had expressed my most pure animal self and I was now totally spent.

The phone rang... I got up, struggled to pull on my bathrobe, grabbing at my iPhone. It was my wife, calling from California.

To be continued...