The Audience: Florida Tom I

"I wish you never wrote that damned story about me," Tom told me.

"You got me so hot and bothered, and now I can't keep my hands off of you."

I laughed at myself for getting tangled with a fan the second time, as Tom, a 56-year-old owner of a construction company, reached out to me

"A short, muscular guy wearing a toolbelt with a fat tool? Well, you described me properly," he said of one of my selections.

Tom caught himself on the site reviewing straight entries, but one evening tried a guy-on-guy article of which I authored, and became totally turned on.

"If any of that story is true, you need to come down to Fort Lauderdale," he said as he considered me a part of it.

"Will you come and see me?"

I was hesitant being he was so far, he never seen me, and he wasn't my kind of guy.

"Dude, you've got talent," he said to me. "I just want to see if any of that story is true."

He was to the point of even purchasing my flight.

"You can stay with me," he said. "I just wanna get my hands on that cock."

The five foot eight Boston native slash proud Irishman was a compact built, uncomplicated guy with one adult son, a boyfriend to a beautiful blonde from what he explained, that knew nothing of his pasttime.

"I love sucking cock," he stated vehemently as he discussed the root of it and how his "regular world" could know nothing of it.

"Elaine learns of this and she'll kill me."

I shook my head as I came across another closet case that was dead set on getting to me. I asked him to give me time as I had to be sure he wasn't some wacko, and in turn our friendship began. In lieu of me hopping a flight immediately to meet, I made a point of taking story "special requests," trying to tide him over until we met in person.

"Dude, I jack off twice, sometimes three times a day reading your stuff," he told me. "Come down here!"

"So you fantasize about me fucking you, then you turning around and fucking your girl," I asked.

"We don't have to fantasize. We can really make it happen," he told me in response as he'd had enough. "I haven't so much as sucked another cock, let alone gotten fucked. Hell, I'm a virgin in that regards."

Six months after we first talked I was at his guest house at his estate, sitting in an office chair while he was under the desk, blowing me. He told me I could relax in paradise and be of peace, but couldn't keep his hands, or mouth off of me as I tried to concentrate.

"I need to finish this story," I told him.

"I need you to fuck me," he said, and this would change the game dramatically between us.

"You say those words so gingerly," I told him as he stroked me. "You sure?"

The gym rat was adamant to being ready, putting an end to his butt virgin status. He never considered himself top or bottom, just a guy that liked to suck dick and neglect his own thick tool, something I noticed in an old video of himself where blew the other guy and never touched his cock. I was even somewhat jealous as I carried nine inches, and he did, too, at a minimum from what I could see.

"Put it deep in my ass," he urged as he was settled on it.

I pushed away from him, then helped him off the floor to undress before I ordered him to the bed. He derobed and showed off that gorgeous body, his well defined frame on display as he got on all fours. He faced me and opened his mouth, and I walked over to feed him more cock as he squeezed his lips tighter.

"Good boy," I said as I massaged his skull, and ran my hand through his full head of gray hair.

I appreciated Tom being real meticulous in his appearance with his healthy hair, a flawless face, and beautiful body, as he took care of himself and it showed. I was still in disbelief that I could have yet another live cocksucker as a fan. I couldn't embellish on this older stud any better than what was in front of me. He made my dick super stiff from his antics, and matching his appearance, and only five minutes of him marveling over this fuck stick of mine was all I could take.

"Time for you to get fucked," I told him as I pulled away, and asked for the lube to get started.

"Remember, I need you to be gentle," he said before climbing off the bed.

He went into another room to grab the liquid, coming back with a small tube of petroleum jelly, then handing it to me. He climbed back on the bed and went back on all fours, and I reached down to kiss, letting our tongues wrestle while I would pull on his hard nipples. He wanted to stroke me off some more, and I had to pull away.

"Time to get fucked," I told him before he chuckled.

"Lube this bastard up first, you're not going in dry," he said to me.

I stood closer to bed again and allowed him to rub the base, then the shaft before he rubbed the head and slit, brushing his thumb across the top.

"All that precum," he said as he licked his thumb.

"Yeah, because it's time," I told him as he looked up at me nervous.

"Be gentle," he reiterated before he laying on his back.

He spread those muscular legs and thighs, and held his sock covered feet with his hands. I took one good look at Tom's hole and smiled, proud to be "his first" to open that hole carrying the diameter of a pencil end.

"Push it out," I told him while I applied lubricant to that tight rose bud with him taking a deep breath to push it out.

I loved the sight of such an innocent hole, so I slipped a finger inside and rubbed his walls, and tugged that prostate. He lamented while that hole was warm and taut, literally twitching to my penetration while his veins popped in his neck and temple.

"Would ya look at that," I said of his reaction.

I did that for maybe a minute and two and made that throbbing cock bounce back and forth, then witnessed it release a little bit of precum. I pulled my finger out of him, and fed it to him, with him sucking it, while looking at me with his seductive eyes.

"Yeah, you're ready for some dick," I said as I lunged forward, cock in hand, brushing against his hole.

I then pushed my finger deeper into his mouth simultaneously while this penis would enter his butt, the sounds of him whining coupled with his facial expression intoxicating as I was his "first."

"Relax. Relax," I whispered as he was turning red and screaming.

With nine inches of length came two inches in girth entering his innocent cunt.

"Got damn Tom, deep breaths man," I said as he was hyperventilating.

I was sliding in slowly while I pushed my body close to his, until my pelvis rested against his bottom, with my dick all the way inside.

"That's a lot of cock" he said as he opened his eyes and smiled at me.

He put his hands on my sides, and his legs were over my shoulders while I swiveled my hips slowly, aiming to stretch it and get it used to me.

"See what being a fan gets you," I said while deep in his guts.

"Oh man, I'll be your number one fan," he said while I swiveled my hips.

"Kiss me."

I leaned forward, my hairy chest touching his as we French kissed, and I kept gyrating as his legs were on my shoulders.

It was as if Tom and I were familiar with each other, almost as if we were making love, vice just fucking. He trusted me to pop his cherry and that wouldn't be taken lightly, for I was wedging his insides and would stop at the slightest moment of discomfort. Same time it felt good to wiggle inside of him, as his pink tunnel provided such warmth.

"Oh, you're really fucking me," he said before I bit down on his left nipple.

I made him scream, and I felt myself nudging deeper inside as his cunt pulled me deeper. I churned harder and he would resist, literally pushing me out of his hole, and off of him.

"You don't want it," I asked.

"Fuck, you're just so big," he told me as he pushed me put.

"I'm going back in," I told him as I was surefire wanting his ass.

I knew he was sore, but he wouldn't push back anymore, instead enjoying the "burping" sounds of me slipping in and out no pause, going balls deep again each time I planted it. I loved his high pitched moans as he was used to me, coaching me to fuck him deeper as the discomfort vanished. I turned up the volume a bit and watched as he hit yet another assgasm, evidenced by his body tensing up, and the veins in his face and neck convulsing before he'd elicit a loud cursing.

"Hitting that spot," he said while looking up at me afterwards each time.

I began to pound to test my limits, and introduce him to a real fucking as he was now a bottom bitch. He wouldn't resist me and stuck it out like a champ, as I felt his hole expanded and was now properly indoctrinated.

"I wanna taste it," he said. "Nut in my mouth, baby, I wanna taste it."

I pulled my cock out of his womb and crawled to his face, and jerked this dick off until my cock spit out a raging load, squirt rope after squirt rope hitting him.in the face and mouth. He'd lick and swallow it all, then rolled closer to kiss my soft dick, my balls and my thighs as his way of saying thank you.

"You just got fucked," I joked with him.

"Now do you belive any of my stories?"

He gave me a hard look and began to laugh, then nodded as if he said yes.