Reindling Lust

Bert and Alex renew their relationship in an unexpected way. This is a follow up of my previous story "Curiosity satisfied". It would be better to read that one before delving on this one, my fifth submission to this prestigious forum. Again, all characters are at or above 18 years of age. Again, English is not my first language. And again, please enjoy and leave your kind comments.

If there is enough interest, I might finish Bert's and Alex's story in a new installment.

INTRO

Upon arriving from my escapade with Bert, I emailed him to thank him for the fantastic weekend he gave me and to complain that he had rejected the tip I left for him. He asked my forgiveness but said that he couldn't take it. He was very happy with the time we shared and didn't feel it was right to take more money from me. He just asked me to save it for a later meeting. I was forced to agree.

I went back to my routine. Working daily, business meetings, administrative decisions, etc. I was meeting with one or another of my lady friends and getting to have unrestrained sex with them on a regular basis. I was fortunate enough to have four female friends, aging between 27 and 49, who were willing to share mine or their beds regularly with me. Heterosexual sex was extremely satisfactory but the lust and lewdness I experienced with that fantastic twink was something I wasn't willing to forget, and I was planning to repeat as soon as possible. From time to time, I indulged in fucking myself with a nice dildo I bought anonymously online. It was a poor substitute for Bert's cock but in the meantime, it did well massaging my prostate and bringing me big but different orgasms. I also used it to suck and was well on my way to control my gag reflex. Soon, I realized a few months had already passed and I was longing to meet again with my lustful twink.

A few weeks later, I wrote him an email to say hi, and ensure him that he was still in my mind. He answered with a heartfelt email where he made sure that he had not forgotten me nor was he likely to. I asked him if he was willing to meet again and he immediately agreed, offering me a phone number. I was due for some vacation time, and I had arranged with my second-in-command that I would take a couple of weeks off the following August. The following weekend I decided to call Bert.

"Hello, who is it?" I heard Bert's voice. I would never be able to forget it.

"It's me," I said. "Alex"

"Alex!" he said delighted. "What a thrill to hear your voice again! To what do I owe this pleasure?" he asked.

"I was missing you and I was wondering if we could see each other again soon," I answered.

"Super!" he said. "When are you coming over, daddy?" he said with clear enthusiasm, easily switching into our preferred role-play.

"Hold your horses, sonny," I said. My cock was already stirring with the sound of his voice. "I need to ask you something before."

"Fire away, daddy!" he said.

"Do you have a passport?"

He remained silent for so long that I thought the connection had broken.

"Sure," he said suddenly sounding guarded. "Why?"

"Because I was thinking of asking you to accompany me to an overseas escapade for several days," I answered hoping not to scare him away, "I don't know, a far-away island resort, or something where we could be alone in the world."

He again remained silent for a long time before responding, "it sounds very tempting, daddy," he said, still guardedly. "How long a time were you thinking?"

"I'm not sure," I said. "One week, maybe?"

"Where?" he inquired.

"There are several Caribbean Islands that we could choose from," I said, "or we could be bold and jump the pond for a week in Greece, Spain or Italy. Or we could splurge and go to some pacific island."

Again, he remained silent for a long time. Finally, it seemed he had reached a decision. "I'm good for it, daddy," he said to my immense relief, "wherever you decide. But we need to plan this with enough anticipation. I will need to clear my agenda for that time. And by the way, I don't have an American visa."

"Good, sonny," I said, tentatively, "and don't worry about the visa. I know you're a kid, but I'm not planning to take you to Disney, or something," I chuckled, and he laughed back. "Tentatively, let's plan for the first week next August." It was at least four months in the future and would give us enough time to plan.

"That's plenty of time, daddy," he said. "I'll clear my agenda and reserve that week only for you." Then he asked.

"How is life for you? Getting plenty of pussy over there?" he said laughing.

"Plenty, sonny," I retorted chuckling. "Old and young, but don't worry. You have a very special place in my heart."

Horrified at what I just blurted out, I waited expectantly for his answer which took a few seconds.

"You too, Alex," he answered softly. "I hold you in a very special place in my heart."

"Thank god," I thought and then said, "thank you, Bert. I'll contact you when the plans start to crystalize."

With that we both hung up. I wondered what got hold of me to make me say such a stupid phrase to him. I mean, I remembered him dearly but that was way out-of-line for me, an old man talking like that with a boy in his twenties, one who I met as an escort.

Shaking my head, I returned to my living room to sit for the BBC-news.

PLANNING.

I couldn't make my plans from the office, for obvious reasons. I live in a small, very conservative country and I am fairly well known because of my business. I was sure none of my clients would approve their business being handled by a guy that occasionally indulged in gay sex. The fact that I shared my bed with a string of ladies that were equally casual with their sex lives was already pushing the envelope a little. So, I restricted myself to plan when at home.

That Thursday I logged in on my desktop, fired up my VPN connection and began my search. I didn't want Bert to fly on his own to whatever destination I finally decided on. I'd rather fly him here and leave from here or even better, fly down to his country and leave from there. For some reason, I was looking forward to sharing the trip as well as the stay in the destination.

Finding the option of travelling out of his country the better one, because there were plenty more air connections out of there, I started my search. I logged in to Expedia and began my search. First, choose the destination. I was almost decided on a secluded beach resort. The idea of being able to walk hand-in-hand with my gorgeous twink-friend held a huge amount of appeal. The idea that we could indulge in PSA (public shows of affection) was interesting.

I did a thorough search and finally decanted myself for a week in Mykonos, Greece. The EU didn't have visa requirements for travelers from Bert's country, there were plenty of connections that skipped the States, and it wasn't that far.

I also liked Mykonos because it's a lovely island in the Mediterranean, friendly to the alternative crowd, where we would not be bothered or frowned upon. I began to search for packages leaving from Bert's country and soon built one. It included round-trip airline tickets in business and a week in a gorgeous, adult-only resort, in a room with private pool which brought all kind of lascivious ideas to my mind. At under 12000 dollars, the package was a bargain. I only needed to know how much Bert would charge for the week and we would be ready to roll.

Two days later I called him again.

"Hi, daddy," he said upon answering. "Tell me."

"I have news, sonny," I said. "I have picked the place and dates. It will be from August 1st to August 10th, because of the flights. So, ten days. We'll be going to Mykonos, in Greece. I booked a beach-side room with a private pool, in a LGBTQ+ friendly, adults only resort. I just need your data; full name as it shows in your passport, your date of birth and your passport number so I can book it if you're still interested or able to go. You'll get an email from Expedia when the trip is paid for." Then I remembered. "Oh, and don't forget to tell me how much."

"How much what, daddy?" he asked.

"How much you will be charging for the ten days, sonny," I answered.

"Oh," he said, sounding puzzled. "I thought you were inviting me."

"Come on, Bert," I said. "I would be thrilled taking you on this trip as a guest of mine but are you going to tell me that you are willing to go overseas with me for a full week and not earn anything?"

"Yes, daddy. Of course I'm willing," he stammered. "I thought that you wanted this as an us-time, and I was treating this as a vacation with my daddy."

Blushing with this answer, I said, "ok, sonny. Don't worry. I understand," trying to fix my gaffe. "If you are seriously willing to come as my guest, I would be thrilled. More than that, I would be honored."

"That is much better, daddy," he said sounding relieved. "If you want to give me something, I'll take it, ok? But you don't have to. And don't exaggerate!"

"I'll be more than glad to give you some cash for personal expenses, Bert," I said suddenly turning serious. Then, "when can I expect the data?"

"I'll email it right away." He sounded more eager now and I sat to wait for his data.

In a few minutes I received his email, and I promptly booked the trip and sat patiently to wait.

In two days, I got an email from Expedia with the trip reservation. It showed it was sent to Bert as well, so I expected him to contact me soon. Fair enough, that night he called.

"Daddy," he said. "Are we leaving from here?"

"Sure, sonny," I answered. "I'm looking forward to travelling all the way there with you. I'll be arriving at your city the night before."

"Super, daddy," he said, "Thank god. I was worried I would have to fly all the way there on my own. I'm not a very experienced traveler. By the way I expect you to stay at my place that night. Don't go spending money in a hotel for one night when there's no need. Better spend it in the trip, with us."

'Us' I thought, blushing. 'He said us.' I was a little worried at the prospect of staying at his place, but I could hardly refuse. That would mean a savings of at least a couple hundred bucks.

"I will, sonny," I assured him. "I'll let you know my flight number and time of arrival soon," which I had to book separately.

Later that week I booked a roundtrip from my country to Bert's and promptly sent him the info to which he answered with a thumbs up.

I spent the next few weeks daydreaming about the trip. I even went to the sex-shop where I bought a few, very naughty underwear in his and my size. And then went to Mango's where I bought a complete set of clothes for him to wear for the trip. It was my family's custom and belief that you always must wear new clothes during a long vacation flight. My dad used to joke that it would show our corpses nicely dressed if the plane crashed.

JULY 31ST

Time seemed to crawl at a snail pace but finally July 31st was here. The night before, I prepared myself with a thorough enema and bowel cleansing expecting to have vigorous action on my arrival. I had packed one suitcase, assuming I wouldn't need more than some light clothes, a few casual slacks and shirts, and several bathing suits and nothing more. I also packed my old, trusty carry-on for the overnight at Bert's, including two changes of clothes and a box of Cialis® I bought the day before just in case. I had to be realistic. I was already sixty and not getting any younger.

I had a very light breakfast of cereal and skimmed milk and sat to watch the news. After eating a Nicoise salad for lunch, I took a shower, thoroughly cleaning my body without forgetting my ass crack, my ass and my groin. I took my electric shaver and passed it through my bush without taking it out completely but reducing the length of the hairs with the idea to better show off my cock. Then went to my room to dress. Before going to the bed, I splashed cologne on my chest and then on my groin and my ass. Now I could get dressed.

I had picked my clothes carefully, knowing that Bert was a sharp dresser, and I wanted to look good for him. Weird, wouldn't you agree? I picked one of the briefs I had just bought. They were light green, sheer and semitransparent, with a nice pouch to hold my cock. I looked at my reflection in the large mirror I had next to the closet and was satisfied with what I saw. The briefs hugged my ass, and the sheerness of the cloth allowed my crack to be clearly visible. On the front, the cloth did nothing to hide my freshly trimmed bush and my partially erect cock. The outline was clearly marked, the head could be easily distinguished and my balls looked heavy and full, held by the comfortable pouch.

Then I put on my pants. A pair of navy-blue slacks, with impeccable line, accompanied by a silk, long-sleeved light blue shirt. I left the first two buttons undone showing my profuse, salt-and-pepper chest hair. The shirt closed comfortably over my large belly. Then I put on my watch, slipped into a pair of white moccasins, and picked a white sweater which I threw over my shoulders. I was ready to travel.

After a short Uber ride, I arrived at the airport to wait for my flight. I checked-in, went through immigration and sat at the gate waiting eagerly for my flight. Somehow, I felt expectant and anxious at the prospect of this trip. My daughter was all for it and asked me for a as many photos I would be willing to send her when I arrived there. She was thrilled that her dad had turned bi in his late age because, of course, she knew of my lady friends and the stuff we regularly indulged in.

I was still a little concerned that I was yanking this young man from his routine for a whole 10 days without him getting economically compensated, even though he had said that he was treating this as a vacation with his

daddy

. I had an envelope in my carry-on with the 500 dollars he rejected before, plus another 1500 to round up a preliminary sum that I was adamant that he should take. The resort was all inclusive and any expenses in the travel were going to be covered by me.

Soon they were calling to board my flight and I whatsapped Bert.

"Boarding! Be there in a couple of hours!"

He answered with a thumbs up and a XOXO meme and I was on my way.

The flight was uneventful and after a couple of hours we were landing in Bert's country. I went through immigration without a glitch and then waited for my checked suitcase which luckily was one of the first to come out of the chute. I took this humorously as a good omen. I picked up my suitcase, went to customs which I passed without my luggage being opened and soon I was landside looking for Bert.

There he was! Elegantly clad in a loose pair of burgundy red corduroy pants, a pair of white shoes and a long sleeved, white linen shirt with the first three buttons undone. He had a nice gold-chain around his neck, shining over his bare, hairless and dark-skinned chest, and had the same wrist chain and earring I saw the first time we met. His hair was again neatly combed to the back, and he exuded an indefinable air of self-confidence and sophistication mingling with a childlike enthusiasm that made him, if possible, more attractive.

He greeted me with "welcome back, uncle!" again with several manly backslaps and, picking my suitcase, started towards the exit. I assumed we were going to pick a taxi but no. He walked me to the parking lot, and he showed me to his car, a two-year-old Kia Rio, bright red and spotlessly clean as was to be expected. He put my suitcases in the trunk and opened the car. I sat shotgun and he took the wheel.

I thought it would be a nice moment for a small revenge and leaning a little to my left, I put my hand on his groin. To my surprise he was already fully hard, and his length twitched in my hand as I slowly rubbed it up and down.

"Daddy, please," he pleaded in a raspy voice. "I'm driving."

I laughed, "revenge is sweet, sonny, and at least, this thing is an automatic." I kept slowly stroking his hardon, sliding my fist over his entire length. I was also hard as a rock as he drove to his place. I remembered the building as if I had seen it the day before. He used a remote to open the doors to the parking lot and swiftly entered and parked the car in his reserved space. I got out of the car and went to the back to pick up my suitcases. He came around the car and before opening the trunk, he grabbed my waist and pulling me to him, gave me a very steamy kiss while I groped his ass and he grinded his cock against mine.

Out of breath, he let go of me. His mouth was partially open, his lips thick and luscious with a moist patina of saliva covering it. I could have jumped his bones right then and there. He opened the trunk with his car-fob and picking my suitcase, left me to take the carry-on and we walked to the elevator.

When the elevator stopped at the ground floor, an old lady got in and he immediately started a friendly conversation in Spanish with her. After a few seconds he said pointing to me.

"Meet my uncle, Alex," he said. "He's the widower of my late aunt. He's from Denmark and will be staying here overnight."

The lady greeted me friendly in a deliciously accented English, and we chatted a for a short while. She left the elevator on the fifth floor, and we continued climbing, finally arriving at the 11th floor. Bert left the elevator and walked to a door nearby sporting the number 11-A. He quickly opened the door and, letting me pass first, followed me and locked the door.

He immediately jumped on me and we mashed our mouths with an urgency justified by our long time being apart as our hands roamed over our clothes. His hands soon went to my ass and grabbed tightly on my buttocks as I filled my hands with his gorgeous bubble-but, pressing our bodies and letting our cocks rub on each other.

Panting, we briefly separated while clumsily taking our shirts off, dropping them in the floor and then again mashed our mouths together as his body pressed on my hairy and slightly sweaty chest. He then guided me to his bedroom, leaving the suitcases forgotten on the living room. I had had no time to appreciate the flat and followed him to his room.

His room was large, dimly lit, and smelled softly of pine and wood with the unmistakably smell of his body lingering in the air. The air conditioning was set at a balmy 27 centigrade temperature, humming softly. The carpet was thick and dark. There was a very large, modern bed in the middle of the room, covered in an imitation of tiger skin. Above the headboard, an erotic illustration of a young guy, sketched with a few lines, was standing with his side to us, sporting a large, erect cock. The room was spotlessly clean. There was a door to the left that I assumed lead to the bathroom and on the other wall there was a gigantic floor-to-ceiling window that showed the city spread below with some lights starting to show in the distance. The sky was deep blue, and some stars were beginning to twinkle.

As I drank the gorgeous view, I felt him pressing on my back and expertly undoing my belt and pulling my pants down. Soon I was reduced to my briefs which were tenting prodigiously as he pressed his erect cock against my ass crack.

"Nice briefs, daddy," he murmured, caressing my cock softly from behind. I turned around showing the tent my prick was making, and he drank the image with greedy, lust-filled eyes. I focused on undressing the gorgeous twink. Soon I had him only in his underwear, a lewd pair of briefs that barely covered his hard cock and surrounded his body with two strips of cloth that sunk in the back between his gorgeous globes. It was a G-String that left little to the imagination.

Bert set himself on the bed and beckoned me with his finger.