Charming Man

It was a beautiful, unusually warm and bright day for this time of year. The shadow of winter was falling behind the heat and joy of spring. The scent of cut grass and blooming flowers danced into the car as I drove home, and to enjoy the glee of spring, I drove through the country rather than any motorways. The fields were lush and green, the light breeze caused the land to sway delicately. That first warm day since winter, I felt better than usual in my mind and body.

Winding lanes of ancient roads forced me to drive slower, and as there were no other cars, I didn't mind taking my leisurely time driving with a soft melody coming through the speakers. The work day had not been too heavy, and I was deciding what drink I would enjoy in the pub garden this evening when I saw something black in the middle of the road.

Sat up in my seat, the black object came into focus and became a spinning wheel separated from the bike that had helped it to drive to the middle of the road. Out of caution, I slowed down and traced over the edge of the road to not run over any other parts of the other vehicle. Around the corner, I saw a figure sat by the limbless bike missing its wheels and the chain dangling from the metal frame body.

In a good mood, I stopped the car and rolled down my window to shout at the figure. "Everything alright? Are you hurt?" I asked, lifting my sunglasses to get a better look at the figure.

A mop of softly curled brunette hair lifted to my voice, showing me a beautiful face with a bright sun blush across his high cheekbones and small, pointed nose. He was a pretty little thing, plump red lips were wet by a pink tongue before he spoke.

"Yes, sorry, it just fell off. I think the bults fell off." He said in a soft, but definitely frustrated tone.

A pang of pity spiked into my heart and it made me nod to show my empathy for his situation. "You got another few miles before you reach a bus... Want me to drive you somewhere?" It felt wrong to imagine how he would pay me back, especially as I stood double his age, but I couldn't help watching his shiny and plump lips be bitten by white bunny teeth.

"I don't want to put you out, man." He muttered as he looked at the dismantled bike, large gashes in the silver showing just how painful the fall must have been.

"Not at all, son. Come, I'll drop you home." I reached over and flicked the door handle open as an invitation.

Whether it was the heat, or the air con whirling around his body coming from the car, the boy leapt up and walked to the car. His white, silky shirt was unbuttoned to the navel. An angular body, small pecks outlined in blowing fabric to expose the damp skin that would taste beautifully sweet under my tongue. He rubbed his hands together, brushing off any rubble on his palms as he jumped into the car.

"Thank you so much..." He felt the leather seats under his hands before turning to me. "I don't think I've ever been in a car so nice." He chuckled, clearly happy with his current seat.

Money was something I had ever since I finished university, the car wasn't something I cared about much anymore. I can imagine if I were still a twenty-something young man then I would probably be as excited too. The smile on his face looked wide and genuine, bright and bold.

"It's not too bad, all things considered." I muttered in response, his excitement gave me a chance to look over his body that I took gratefully.

Washed out blue denim shorts stopped at his creamy mid-thigh, muscle-wrapped skin with just enough fat that he would feel indulgent under my teeth. A light layer of blond hair covered his legs, dried blood and a purple bruise that was already starting to form on his knee. He pulled his knee to his chest, hiding the injury under his palms.

"Just a scratch, don't worry." He brushed off, and I thanked his innocence silently for thinking I looked out of pity and not out of lust.

Getting older meant I went to the clubs less, I felt too old to be on the apps and found myself in my own company rather than that of a pretty young man like the one in my car. It wasn't often a man like myself would be able to have such a chance, but I held back for now.

"Graham." I offered my hand out to the lad with an open palm.

"Harrison." He replied with his hand in mine, smaller but noticeably soft.

The door slammed shut, and I started driving once more. Harrison looked around the car as if a robot would burst out and entertain him. He was a cute little thing with the eyes of excitement for life rather than a misery like I had become accustomed to. I kept my eyes on the road for our safety, even if I hated not being able to see every crease and bend of his body.

That didn't mean I could not feel the heat and heaviness of his glance moving over my body, which caused me to sit up straighter, showing my body in a better light. In my rapid descent to middle age, my body started to become lackluster, fat pooling around my gut. Once I began to wobble, I forced myself into the gym to harden the fat into my muscles. I started to like my body again, even if it wasn't as lean as it once was.

With a loud clack, I unhooked my phone from its holder and threw it at the boy, who caught it quickly. "Put it in for me," I asked with my eyes on the road.

Once the screen on the dashboard updated and showed his address, I recognised it as another part of town. It wasn't a bad part of town, but it did house a lot of students and their friends. He handed me my phone back, and I clip it back into the holder.

"So, Harrison, got a girlfriend?" I asked with a sense of awkwardness in my tone. I wanted to take him, use him and have him, but I could only talk like a random uncle at a family gathering.

"No, sir." His big doe eyes looked up at me, watched me as I drove.

"A young handsome boy like you is single? I bet those girls pine for you. God, if I looked like that growing up." I chuckled, "Or are you more of the one-night kind of man?"

"No, I don't have much going on." He answered with less charm than my questions.

The look in my eyes must have proven just how lost I was at his answer, as I looked between the boy and the road. "It's a shame a boy looking like you wouldn't want someone, you could have anyone."

"Your turn. Do you have a wife?" He asked, his head tilted like a Golden dog in confusion.

"No, no wife." I uttered, reached into my pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. "Want one?" I asked, slipping the box open and presented it to the younger man who took one with a giggle.

One was slid out of the box, and the lighter clicked. The windows were already open so the smoke flew out of the window and into the spring breeze to return home. I copied the act and took a deep breath, the smoke filled my lungs and I released the smoke with a puff. He turned in his seat, crossed his legs and sat facing me.

"Please tell me if I am being rude, Harri. Are you gay?" I heard the sound of a small choke from my question before he shrugged his silk-covered shoulders as he looked past me rather than at me. I know I was being too forward, but for the boy, I would make a fool of myself any day.

We sat for a moment in silence, the whirling of the open windows took over my senses before he spoke again. "I'm not sure." He leant back and gave me a quick sight of his long, pale neck that would look delicious bitten and chewed with my teeth. His hair flew around as the wind took hold of it, shining in the spring sunlight. He brought the cigarette up to his lips and took another puff.

"Are you?" He asked, his voice soft and hidden behind the whistling wind.

"I am," I nodded as I spoke.

The boy sat up, his eyes looked at me with a firm expression. "How did you know?" Smoke bellowed out of his lips as he spoke.

"Lucy Day. I was seventeen, we climbed into the back of my car. She was stunning, everything a teenage boy could want." I described with my hands showing just how big her breasts were. "We didn't have internet porn back then, but I would collect the men's underwear magazines. I thought that having such a beautiful girl on my lap, kissing me would cure me." I shrugged my shoulders, the thought seemed silly now.

"What happened?" He rushed, pulled into the story.

"Nothing. Not even a semi. I blamed it on the alcohol, I don't think she believed me." I chuckled at the silly teenage memory.

"I tried again, after making two beautiful women suffer with nothing, I realised I was being a fool. I went to a gay club after one kiss, I was rock hard... Have you ever kissed a man, Harrison?" I looked over at his blushed expression, eyes wide and sparkling.

He shook his head, and I looked back at the road. We were travelling way below the speed limit on the empty road giving us more time alone on the narrow streets. The map told me I had twenty minutes left, and I knew I was close to civilisation. I threw my cigarette end out of the window as he did too.

"Do you want to?" He was silent for a moment, pondering what I asked of him, and I allowed him the moment to collect his thoughts. I didn't want him to feel trapped or forced, but I reached out and placed a hand on his exposed ankle. I needed to feel him, even if it was just a thin, fragile ankle.

"Yes." He whispered, chewing on his lip with nervousness. I watched his eyes drop from my eyes to my lips, and I pulled into the bush to park my car quickly.

It was important for me to remind myself that I would not be having sex as a guarantee, no matter how much I wanted it, how much I felt like I needed it. His beauty was comparable to an angel in the fine arts; his damp, silky shirt looked like his robe and wings, with an innocence across his blush that made my heart ache. I felt a need to layer him in gold and jewels, that's if he would have me.

With the car parked beside a bush, the shrub allowed us some cover as he looked at his own hands. I held out my hand, palm up to provide guidance, which he took as he leant into my open hand. A soft jaw on my palm, I pulled him closer and he followed by leaning into my kiss.

I closed my eyes and waited for him to kiss me. I didn't want to force him, and instead allowed him to choose when he would want to kiss me. While I could feel his slight hesitation, the wait felt like I was being teased, the tension dragging out until I felt soft lips against mine. He felt soft and light like a sky in a Baroque painting, harmonising against mine as he gained confidence in my touch.

With extended confidence, I pushed my tongue against his lips to taste the slick cherry lip balm that was applied before I found him. It was exactly how I expected him to taste, sweet with a hint of sour that made my mind melt with desire. He opened his cherry-lased lips and accepted my tongue against his, the previous cigarette he pulled tasted of my brand of cigarettes made my heart pound with territorial lust. How my hand ended up tangled in his hair, I don't know, but I groaned as I felt his head yield against my force to hold him tight and still.

Being a man of my age, my cock wasn't what it once was, except this time where I felt my cock harder than it had been for years after only a few minutes of kissing. I felt young, ready to fuck this angel how ever he needed or wanted.

When I pulled away, I watched him gasp for air, his chest red with lust. I wanted to lick and suck on his skin, taste his sweat from the spring heat, and I wondered if he would taste like the fresh pollen that he had biked through on his travels. My lowered gaze showed tented trousers that matched my own, and I felt vindicated that we were in the same position with the same need.

"Can I..." He muttered softly through swollen lips.

"Anything. You can do anything, Harri." I replied with confidence that hid my lust and need behind a bravado to keep the younger man calm and feel unbothered.

The seat belt unlocked and snapped back into its resting position beside the door as he leapt over me. A knee was slotted on either side of my hips, his body locked against mine, so any movement would bring us together. I pushed my seat back to give him more room and laid back as I admired my view in awe of the position I was in. Never would I imagine that I would be able to have such a beautiful, handsome young man on my lap, seeking my touch.

With firm hands, I pulled him closer to my body to have his cock against mine. It felt perfect, the slight twitch in his hips pushed against mine so delicately that I ached for more. I never would have imagined myself almost begging for more from such an inexperienced man. I wanted to run my hands over his body, pull his nipples into my mouth, flicking and sucking on the flesh as I grab his ass. I also knew this would be too much, too soon and instead left my hands on his cream thighs.

"We can do whatever you want, or you can tell me what to do." My thumbs dug into his flesh slightly, I wanted to feel his flesh against mine.

"Can we kiss again?" He asked, his voice dipped in sweet honey and purity. His hands stroked my chest, which I puffed out for him. I wanted him to want me as much as I wanted him. The thought of him being unsatisfied with me was just not a possibility.

Unable to hold back once given an instruction, I pulled his lips back to mine to feel the softness against my own. I pushed against his hips, my hands held him down as I thrusted up and into his tight, round ass to feel the friction against my tented trousers. His hands ran over my body, with a soft grip, he pulled and held onto my biceps and chest like he was exploring me in a way I didn't know I loved.

Like a tease, he pulled his lips away from mine to utter a quick, "touch me, please." The whined expression of need and want made me feel feral, like a beast come to life.

First, my hands gripped his ass, the flesh in my hands wobbled as I lightly spanked the denim covered flesh. Then my lips attacked his neck, nipping and sucking the flesh and skin into my mouth. His sweat tasted like summer wine during a heatwave on my tongue; it felt like heaven for my senses.

The lithe body against mine arched and rode my cock for his own pleasure, over run with the need for attention that I doubted he even considered my pleasure. I pulled his shirt back, which exposed the beautiful, dusty pink nipples that were hard and yearning. With my fingertips, I traced over the sensitive skin, pinched and flicked whenever I required more of his vocal calls.

Sweet and feminine gasps and pants fell from his lips in rapid succession, his body shook in my hands as I continued to bite into his skin. I wanted to bite and bruise, but I held back to simple nips that seemed to drive him as crazy as it did for me to do it. I felt crazy, malnourished and a need to feed on his body.

"Gra... Graha..." His voice shook through the car, and my name sounded delightful coming from his moaning throat. With my teeth so close to his throat, I heard how broken, how much effort he had to muster to call my name. To know I caused such a beautiful boy to feel and act this way made my cock twitch and ache for his body.

"What's wrong, my darling?" I mumbled against his throat, I refused to pull away from his skin now that I had access to its sweet taste.

"I want to cum." The shame in his whispered statement felt like a stab in the heart. I wanted nothing but security for this pretty boy, and I wanted him to be a whore and be lustful to the extreme having anything he wanted.

Without a thought, I pulled at his jean shorts and exposed the white cotton boxers under his shorts. I held his cock firmly in my palm, smaller than mine but still painfully hard with a wet tip that had stained the edge of his shorts. I pulled his shorts down to hold onto his pretty pink cock that leaked over my palm. He threw his head back and leant into my palm to fuck my fist.

It was a beautiful sight to see, red and shining with a sheen of sweat that made my cock cock beg to be apart of the action. With one hand, I pulled at my belt and unzipped my trousers to expose my cock. He gasped in shock seeing my cock beside his, and that reaction would never be lost on me. Not only my ego, but my libido loved it too. His cock lacked the pominent viens and foreskin of my own. He watched with curiosity as I pulled my foreskin back to expose the purple tip of my cock.

The audience that viewed my cock with such intesity only seemed to drive me closer to the edge. I had never had someone so in awe of my cock like this, but I loved it more than I knew. I pulled him closer so I could hold our cocks together, I pulled quickly with the knowledge we were both close.

"So fucking beautiful, baby. Cum for me, show me how beautiful you look cumming on me." I grunted into his porcelain neck.

Under all of those layers of purity, he broke and called out with a loud cry as his orgasm raced through his body. His fingers dug into my arms, holding me painfully tight as the pleasure became too much. I wouldn't say it out loud, but I hoped the crescent moon cut into my flesh so I could see them later.

I watched as he tensed and shuddered under my gaze, his cum fell from his twitching cock. His cum landed on my cock which made the slick slide even more perfect. I paused the movement on his cock which meant mine also, and it dragged an ache from my spine, but I could tell he was gasping for air.

Once he returned to his senses, he smiled bright and boldly with a row of perfect white teeth. The ocean coloured eyes were slightly glazed as the afterglow of his orgasm settled in his mind. I laid my cock against my stomach and wiped my wet hand with a tissue sure that our adventure was over. I wasn't upset, the opposite, I knew this would be the material for all future fantasies. I hoped he didn't ruin all other men for me with his beauty and pretty moans.

After a few moments, the panting and giggles stopped as he looked down at my still hard cock. I was too busy for my cock as I watched the beautiful scene in front of me of the cum drunk pretty boy on my lap. His face twisted into an emotion I couldn't place, and I put my hands on his thighs and shook my head.

"No, baby, don't worry about it." I offered, and I would wait for it to soften before putting it away so I could drive more comfortably.

"Can I do it?" I felt the spark of desire in my entire body at the question, and my head nodded before I understood what happened.

Delicate, unsure hands wrapped around my cock softly and I couldn't hold back the sigh of satisfaction that left my chest. His grasp became tighter as he began to grow confident, he watched as I lifted my hips without realising, fucking into his hand as he did mine moments ago. He used his own cum to help the slide, and the fact he could do something so perverse while he looked so pure only turned me on more. He twisted his wrists in opposite directions, he played with my cock like he was trying out different things he saw in porn, and I would play the role as guinea pig any day for him.

"Am I doing okay?" Harrison asked timidly, and if I wasn't so close to cumming then I might have laughed at the obserdity of the question. He was fucking perfect, so gentle but so firm, eager to please and wanting to explore at his own will.

"Perfect, baby, so fucking good." I moaned against his chest, my tongue licked his chest to find that delicious taste of skin again.

"Can I..." I didn't know what he wanted, but I knew I wanted anything he could give that I would want.

A thin, clear line of spit fell from his lips, and I watched it, mesmerised by the act being so lewd yet so pretty. The spit came in contact with my cock and hips rocked at the wet, slick glide he now gave me. The blissful feeling lulled me into a sense of pleasure that crashed over my body, a never ending ache of desire.