Every year, the city of Savannah, GA holds a great St Patrick's Day Parade. It is reported to be the second largest in the US.
My name is Jack. I live about 25 miles outside of Savannah and I have a friend, Ray, that owns a house overlooking Forsyth Park, near downtown. This year, Ray invited me to the parade, and never having been to the parade before, I readily agreed.
I showed up to Ray's place at about 8AM. Traffic was a bitch, but fortunately, Ray has private parking at his place, so I did not have to search for a parking place. I knocked on his door, and he greeted me with a Mimosa and wearing only a pair of gym shorts. I forgot to mention that Ray and I are Friends with Benefits. We get together every once in a while, and usually wind up in the sack. Judging by the tent I see in his shorts, he is hoping to start our day in that same sack.
I smile, tell him its fucking great to see him, and accept the offered Mimosa. As I enter the house, I graze that hard on with my free hand. I just wanted to let him know that I'm not adverse to making our first stop, his bedroom.
After taking a big gulp of the Mimosa, I realized that the drink menu has changed, and that I'm taking a big swig of a strong, Vodka with OJ. It would be my first surprise of the day, and it was looking to be a fun day. After tasting the drink, I smiled at Ray, stared down at the tent in his shorts and said "Tasty, thanks".
Ray has never been slow to understand my double meanings, and suggests that I take another sip of my drink, which I do, then leads me into his bedroom. Let me tell you a little more about Ray and me. I am in my early 50s, do my best to keep the middle age spread from appearing, and so far have held that at bay. 5 feet, 10 inches and 170lbs. While my genes and exercise regimen has kept me in what I consider decent shape, the gene pool sold me a little short when it comes to endowment. I top out at 5 and ½ inches, and I make sure that I include the half inch when I'm sharing my size with guys. However, when Ray and I get together, other than Ray engulfing my dick with his hungry mouth, its not about my dick.
Ray is in his mid 50s, 6 feet tall and tells me that he tips the scale at 200lbs. While he does not have rock hard abs, he does have a rock hard 7 and ½ inches of man meat .... and much to my delight, he knows how to use it. After entering his bedroom, Ray drops those shorts and gives his dick a slight stroke. I immediately drop to my knees and take the head of his dick in my mouth. I work on that tool for a few minutes, then push him backwards towards his bed. I quickly disrobe and we get into a 69, with him laying on his back while I fuck his mouth from above. Ray's cock has a slight upwards curve and this position allows me to get him fully into my mouth, where the head can just enter my throat (I love that feeling).
Ray has apparently gotten bored with sucking my cock, and he has worked his way up to my ass. He gives great rim jobs, and it is one of my favorite things to have done to me. I know what he's preparing me for, and I'm looking forward to it. After getting my rosebud nice and lubed, Ray repositions us, laying me on my back and places my legs on his shoulders. He proceeds to enter me, just placing the head in and gradually works it in deeper. Some days, Ray can fuck me for an hour, using a variety of positions, keeping me on an edge. This morning, is not one of those times. After slowly entering me, Ray takes me hard, using me as a fuck toy. With each stroke in, his dick rubs across my prostrate and he's got me on edge. With each stroke in, he is stroking my cock as well. I don't last long and as I cum, I send him over the edge as well. Ray leans over, bringing my legs up with him, and gives me a deep kiss. He smiles, and tells me to get dressed. We've got a parade to go see. I move him into the shower first, where we play a little more, but we're on a mission. We're out the door in about 25 minutes.