The rain in New Orleans always feels like it has a grudge against you. That was the thought that came to me as I stood under an awning in front of a candle store on the edge of Jackson Square while watching the torrential afternoon downpour that I had only escaped just a few minutes ago. It was so intense that I could barely see the equestrian statue of Andrew Jackson that dominated the small, urban park. The day had started out bright, cool and sunny, with only a few clouds floating lazily across the sky. Roaming the French Quarter after a satisfying lunch, I was lucky enough to find an unoccupied bench in the Square and I claimed it immediately. I took a look around and didn’t see many people; in fact, most of the other benches were empty as well. I opened my knapsack, took out my book and water bottle, then set the sack on one end of the bench to act as a makeshift pillow. I laid down, stretched out and was soon deep into reading and enjoying the lovely weather as the ambient noise of the Quarter soon faded into the background.
I was so engrossed in my book that I failed to notice the darkening sky until the first raindrop hit me in the forehead followed rapidly by another. And another. I looked up and saw that the sky had turned to a menacing shade of dark gray. “Fuck me,” I muttered to myself as I quickly shoved my book and water bottle into my knapsack. No sooner had I zipped it shut than the heavens opened and it started pouring. By the time I had shouldered my bag and got to my feet I was already drenched. I made a mad dash for the closest place to shelter, the Saint Louis Cathedral on the north side of the Square. I slipped and fell running up the steps, struggled to get back up, only to find the church doors were locked. Of course, I thought to myself. Turning around in frustration and totally ignoring the sanctity of this place of worship, I raised my head to the sky and screamed, “Fuck!!!” at the top of my lungs. I carefully jogged back down the steps and ran to the place where I should have gone first: the Pontalba building on the west side of the Square. Matched by an identical building on the east side, it had apartments on the upper floors, expensive stores on the ground floor and most importantly, an awning that offered shelter from the rain.
I stood there, soaking wet, cold and irritated as hell while trying to decide what to do next. My hotel was on Canal Street, which was six blocks away and I really didn’t want to hoof it in the rain, not that I could get any wetter. Puddles were forming around my feet from the water dripping off me. I thought about calling an Uber, but there was no guarantee I would find one quickly in the Quarter, especially in weather like this. I didn’t want to go into a bar, even though liquor would probably put me in a better mood. I couldn’t think of any other options so I reluctantly settled on the first. I picked up my knapsack, sighed heavily and was about to head out when I heard a voice behind me say, “Wow man, you really got caught in it, didn’t you?” I turned around and saw a young man who looked to be around nineteen or twenty years old, with long wavy blonde hair that fell to just above his shoulders and beautiful green eyes that had a beguiling softness. His skin was pale, almost translucent and he had a lovely, angelic face, with an adorably petite nose and lips that were pale pink, curved and sensual. My eyes swept over the rest of him and I saw that he was around five feet, ten inches tall with a lithe, slender body, like that of a dancer. He was dressed casually in a black t-shirt with a Pride symbol on it, tight blue jeans and sandals and he possessed an ethereal beauty, like the character Tadzio from the film Death in Venice. He was stunning and despite my wet and miserable condition I felt myself getting aroused within seconds of looking at him.
I smiled and said, “Yeah, I sure did.” He gave an almost seductive grin and said, “Yeah, no doubt man. I mean you are drenched.” As he spoke, I could see his eyes running up and down my body like a pair of searchlights and I realized that he was checking me out. I was pleased but not surprised given that my muscular upper body was now plainly visible through my tight, white, soaking wet t-shirt. Not to brag or anything but I am a perfect example of a sexy daddy. I’m fifty-two years old with a physique I’ve developed through decades of intense muscle training and a hairy six-foot-tall body that’s several degrees shy of bear status. A fuck buddy once told me that I somewhat resemble Christopher Meloni and yeah okay maybe except my features aren’t as intense (I can’t stare down someone the way he can), my eyes are dark brown, my ears are smaller and I have a full head of gray hair cut in a military style flat top. I have a healthy tan, no tattoos and my face is clean shaven except for a neatly trimmed mustache. And unlike Meloni, I have a huge cock and a hefty set of balls. Yeah, I’ve seen Oz. Mine is nine inches long and thick as hell.
The young man finished his visual inspection, then raised his gaze to meet mine and asked, “So are you a local or a visitor?” “Visitor,” I replied, “but I’ve been here many times. I live in Dallas. I had a few personal days that I had to use or lose so here I am.” “Cool, cool,” he responded, then stuck out his hand and said, “My name is Ian.” I smiled, shook his hand with a firm grip and said, “Nice to meet you Ian. I’m Derek.” “Nice to meet you too,” he said. I released his hand and we just stood there for an awkward moment. He had initiated contact but now seemed uncertain about how to proceed. He seemed a bit nervous now, a surprising contrast to his initial boldness. It was adorable actually and I started to imagine what it would be like to fuck him. I decided to goad him a little “So Ian,” I said, “I’m pretty sure you were checking me out just now. Do you like what you see?” His eyes widened, his face turned pink and he started to stammer, “Oh no, I was just um, just um, I mean I wasn’t trying to, oh man I’m sorry, yes, yes I was.” He got ahold of himself and looked me in the face briefly before turning away. “I’m sorry man,” he said with downcast eyes, “I don’t know what I was thinking. I was feeling courageous for some reason but now I just feel stupid.” He recovered enough poise to look at me directly again and said, “I’m sorry to have bothered you man,” then turned and started to walk away.
“Wait,” I said. He stopped walking and was utterly still. “Turn around,” I said, “and come back here.” He obeyed, standing nervously in front of me. “Don’t be embarrassed kid. I’m actually flattered,” I said while giving him my most charming and sincere smile. “Really?” he asked as he cautiously met my gaze. “Yeah really,” I said, “a cute young man shows interest in an old guy like me, of course I’m going to be flattered.” He laughed a little and said, “Aw come on man, you’re not old,” then his face turned serious as he belatedly realized everything I had just said. He gave a grin that was both shy and uncertain, then asked, “Do you really think I’m cute?” “Fuck yeah,” I said, “cute and sexy.” “Wow,” he said while trying not to smile too proudly. He looked downwards while chewing on his thumbnail, obviously weighing his next move. He looked up at me suddenly and said, “Hey man, you must be cold in those wet clothes. If you want to come upstairs to my apartment, I have a bottle of Courvoisier XO that might help warm you up.” I smiled thinking yeah real subtle kid. “Cognac does sound good,” I said. He looked relieved, excited and nervous as he nodded his head and said, “Okay then. Follow me.”
He led me to the building entrance, then up two flights of stairs to a long hallway. As we walked, I noticed that his tight jeans perfectly accentuated his small, but gorgeously rounded ass. I asked if he lived alone, which I thought was extremely unlikely given how expensive rents were in the Pontalba. “I live with my parents, but don’t worry,” he said when he saw the hesitant look on my face, “they’re in Miami for the rest of the week.” I let out a sigh of relief as we approached the apartment. He unlocked the door and moved aside, saying, “After you.” I stepped inside and let out a low whistle of appreciation at the beautiful and spacious apartment. I saw polished hardwood floors, expensive looking contemporary furniture, paintings adorning every wall in sight and windows that provided a lovely view of the French Quarter. He went past me, headed towards a bar that was exquisitely carved out of mahogany. I followed, rapidly closing the distance between us. “Let me just find us some glasses,” he said, but before he could open the bar cabinet, I grabbed him gently yet firmly and turned him around to face me. I gazed at his beautiful face, his lovely green eyes and his luscious lips. I put my hands on either side of his head while caressing him softly as he stared numbly up at me, his expression alternating between fear and desire. Then I kissed him, a soft, gentle lingering kiss on the lips. I felt him tremble and heard him sigh, his pulse racing beneath my fingertips. My animal lust was rising, my cock rapidly hardening. I pulled away and fixed him with a smoldering stare. “You didn’t bring me up here just for cognac,” I asked huskily, “did you kid?” “No sir,” he whispered, his eyes wide and gazing deeply into my own. “Yeah, I didn’t think so,” I said and I wrapped my powerful arms around him, pulling his body close to mine as I kissed him again.
It was an intensely passionate kiss, driven by my fiery erotic craving for this young man. I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth and he responded in kind, his arms embracing me, his tongue wrestling with mine, our bodies grinding against each other. My erection was throbbing like mad now. I pulled his arm from around my torso, then grabbed his hand and planted his palm firmly against my groin. “Oh my god,” he said as he felt how much meat I was packing. “Yeah, that’s the reason you invited me here, isn’t it kid?” I asked with a wicked grin. He nodded while groping my hard-on through my jeans and said, “Yes. Please man. It’s been so long since I’ve had any and I’m so fucking horny.” “That makes two of us,” I said as I pulled my t-shirt off and tossed it aside. He just stared at my muscular torso, looking like he was about to start drooling. “Damn man,” he said as his eyes met mine, “you are so fucking sexy.” “Touch me,” I said with a wicked smile. He gave a quick nod and said, “Yes sir.”
He put his hands on my broad, bulky shoulders first, then slowly caressed his way down to my pumped-up biceps. I flexed, causing them to bulge and eliciting a sigh of arousal from him. He moved to my chest, his pale, delicate hands gently massaging my brawny, sculpted pecs. He began playing with my nipples, rubbing them between thumb and forefinger, then gently pulling on them. “Suck them,” I ordered and he obeyed instantly, wrapping his beautiful lips around my left nipple while caressing it with the tip of his tongue, causing it to harden and inflaming my lust to a level of savagery I hadn’t experienced in years. As he started to lick, suck and slobber on my right nipple, I knew that not only was I going to fuck this kid, but that it was going to be relentless and intense. I let him feast on my nips for a few minutes, enjoying the exquisite feeling before deciding to crank things up a notch.
“Where’s your bedroom?” I asked. He detached himself from my chest and looked up at me with drool on his chin. “Down the hall,” he said. “Let’s go,” I said. He led me down the hallway to his room on the right at the end. As I followed him in, my eyes swept the room. I saw a dresser with a mirror, a small desk, a bookcase, a wooden frame bed with a nightstand and dirty clothes scattered over the floor. The furniture was in the Mission style, an interesting choice for a high-end New Orleans apartment and his youth was evident in the music posters on the walls. He turned to face me and I just stared briefly before telling him, “Take off your shirt.” He did as he was told, tossing it on the floor. He had a tight, slim body with a skinny yet toned chest, washboard abs and succulent pink nipples. “God damn you are beautiful,” I said while reaching out and pulling him to me so that our naked torsos were touching. And then I kissed him, as deeply and fervently as before. I pulled back, looking hungrily at his adorable face. “So damned beautiful,” I said before kissing him again.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I wanted him and I wanted him now. I reached down and grabbed my bulging junk through my jeans. “You want this kid?” I asked. He gave a quick nod and then said, “Yes, God yes, I want it so fucking bad.” “Good,” I said, “now take your pants off.” I saw genuine lust in his eyes as he rapidly removed his sandals and shucked off his jeans. He was wearing the cutest pair of skimpy lime green bikini briefs that barely concealed his erection. Hesitating for only a second, he then took off his underwear as well and stood there with a shy smile, his youthful nude beauty displayed for me alone. His prick was small, around five inches, but it was perfectly proportionate to his slender body and fully erect, jutting upwards at a proud angle. “Turn around,” I said, “and show me your ass.” He did so and holy fuck it was gorgeous. It was small but slightly plump, beautifully rounded and as pale as the rest of him; the perfect rear end for me to ravage with my cock. He turned back around, looked me up and down and asked, “What about you man?” I gave him my best seductive grin as I kicked off my loafers and took off my jeans. He stared wide eyed at the massive bulge in my white boxer briefs as I slowly slid them down and off. As I pulled my underwear down, my fully hard tool sprang free and I saw his jaw drop as he gasped in amazement. “Jesus Christ, it’s huge,” he said, unable to tear his eyes away from my throbbing nine-inch manhood. “Can I touch it?” he asked. “Go for it,” I said. He reached out tentatively, as though he was afraid of it. I chuckled softly and said, “Don’t be scared kid. It’s not going to bite you.” He let out a giggle combined with a shy, foolish grin and wrapped his left hand around the hairy base of my cock. He moved his hand up and down my rigid shaft, feeling the length and girth. His right hand began fondling my balls, gently massaging them through my furry nut sack. “Damn man,” he said in an awestruck tone, “I’ve never met someone with such large, uh….” “Equipment?” I asked. “Yeah,” he replied while continuing to stroke and fondle my privates. He looked me in the face and said, “I’m serious man. I’ve never seen one this big before.” “You want to suck it?” I asked. “Fuck yeah,” he said in a throaty, lustful tone as he immediately dropped to his knees.
He stuck out his tongue and started lapping up the precum that was leaking like a hose from the head of my prick. When he had gotten it all, he smacked his lips in obvious satisfaction, then looked up at me with a smile and said, “Delicious man.” He wrapped his lips around my shaft and began to lick and suck with skill and enthusiasm. I watched as he took more of my dick into his mouth and down his throat but he only managed to get about two thirds of it before he began to gag and choke. I wasn’t disappointed though since I had yet to find a man who can deep throat my massive piece of meat. He pulled his mouth away, gasping and panting, with drool on his chin. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he turned his face upwards with an expression that was both apologetic and pleading. “I’m sorry man,” he said, “I tried to take it all, but it’s just too big.” “It’s okay kid,” I said while running my fingers gently through his hair, “you’re doing great.” “Really?” he asked as he stroked my spit-soaked prick with his right hand. “Really,” I said, “now get your mouth back on my dick.” “Yes sir,” he replied and then swallowed my cock again as far as he could, sucking and licking with a prowess I had never experienced with someone so young. My manhood was pulsing and throbbing with intense pleasure and I had to resist the urge to throat fuck him. “Damn kid,” I growled, “you’re making my dick feel so fucking good. Yeah that’s it, keep sucking, that’s a good boy.” He took his mouth off just long enough to look at me with pride and say, “You taste so fucking good man,” and then he devoured it yet again. His cocksucking was driving me to an insane level of ecstasy but what I really wanted was his ass.
I pulled myself from his mouth and motioned for him to get to his feet. “You ready to get fucked kid?” I asked with a growl in my voice. He nodded, looking both frightened and thrilled. “Just go easy on me at first,” he said, “it’s been a while and I’m really tight down there.” “Nice,” I said with an evil grin, “now where’s your lube?” He reached into his nightstand drawer, took out a bottle of Gun Oil and handed it to me. “Perfect,” I said, “now get on the bed.” “How do you want me man?” he asked. “On your hands and knees,” I said, “for now.” He did as he was told and I got in the bed as well, positioning myself behind him, gazing down at his gorgeous young ass. I saw that he was trembling so I leaned forward to give him a gentle kiss on the back of his neck. “Don’t worry kid,” I said as I kissed my way down his back, “I promise I won’t hurt you.” I gave him one last kiss at the place where his spine ended and his ass began then grabbed his cheeks and gently spread them apart so I could see his hole. Fuck, it was beautiful: tight, clean and a healthy shade of pink. I buried my face in his ass and started hungrily licking his anus, teasing it open with the tip of my tongue. I love rimming a fresh young ass and I’m damn good at it. I could hear him sighing with pleasure as I tongued his hole making it twitch and slowly relax. I stopped my slobbering briefly and asked, “Yeah, you like that, don’t you kid?” “Fuck yeah man,” he said in a throaty, intense tone, “that feels so damn good. I want that dick in my ass though man.” I gave his hole a final energetic tonguing and said, “You got it kid.”
I picked up the bottle of Gun Oil and squirted a generous amount on his hole while forcing it in with my fingers. I repeated the process, causing him to grunt slightly. “Yeah man,” he said, “that’s it, get me nice and wet.” I shoved more lube into him until his fuck hole was dripping with it. I greased up my rock-hard cock until it was as slick as I could get it. Pressing the head of my dick against his hole, I asked, “You ready kid?” “Yeah man, just go slow at first. I gotta get used to that monster cock of yours.” I smiled and started to push into him, gently at first but slowly increasing the pressure. I heard him softly muttering, “fuck, fuck, fuck,” and then the head of my massive prick suddenly penetrated the flesh of his asshole and he cried out in surprise and pain as I began to slide the rest of my long, thick tool inside him. He was so fucking tight I thought I would swoon as I gradually pushed my way deeper into his ass. “How does that feel kid?” I asked. “Damn man,” he moaned, “I can’t believe that huge dick is in my ass. Yeah man, that’s it, nice and slow. Oh fuck yeah man, give it to me.” His tight hole held my cock in a wonderfully firm grip as I slid the rest of my length into his beautiful young ass. “You got it all kid,” I said, “I’m balls deep inside you now.” “Fuck yeah man,” he said, “do it. Fuck me, tear my ass up.” My lust was raging now as I growled passionately, “Yeah kid, you’re gonna get every fucking inch.” I pulled out until just the head of my dick was inside him, then violently slammed my entire length back in as hard as I could.
“God damn,” he hollered, “you’re gonna fucking split me man.” “Yeah boy,” I said, “your ass belongs to me now.” I began pumping his hole in slow intense strokes, letting him get used to the thickness of my cock. He was groaning continuously, from pleasure I hoped, but probably a little from pain. My dick was throbbing like mad as I fucked him like I would a lover; gentle at first but slowly increasing the intensity. “How’s that feel son?” I asked. “Oh man,” he said, “you got my hole spread open so fucking wide sir. I’ve never had a dick this big inside my ass before.” “You want more kid?” I asked. “Fuck yeah man,” he moaned, “it hurts a little, but you’re hittin’ it good.” I reached under him to feel his little prick and it was rock hard and dripping, proof that I was doing him right. I began thrusting even harder and his sighs grew louder. “Damn boy,” I said, “your sweet ass is making my cock feel so good. So nice and tight.” I looked down and saw that his hole had formed a perfect ring of flesh around my huge dick. The sight of my tool going in and out of his sexy butt was intoxicating. I always feel a sense of power when I’m fucking another man, to have them willingly submit to my cock invading their body. To know that I have control over them. I pounded him roughly for a few more minutes, then pulled out. “Move aside,” I said and he obeyed immediately. I laid down on my back, fully stretched out, my body covering the entire bed and my rock-hard pole pointing straight up. “Ride it son,” I ordered.
“Yes sir,” he said eagerly. He straddled my groin, taking my dick in his hand and guiding it to his hole. He carefully eased his butt down until the head of my cock was pressing against his boy cunt. He slowly pushed downward, but he was still tight and he winced a bit. “Come on kid,” I said, “you know you want it back inside you, now fucking take it.” He nodded, took a deep breath, applied more pressure and impaled himself on my cock, hissing slightly as the head penetrated him. “Yeah, that’s it boy,” I said, “take it all inside your hole.” He lowered his ass even further, taking every inch of my rigid tool inside him until his butt met my groin. “Fuck yeah son, you got it all,” I said, “now ride it, show me how badly you want it.” “Yes sir,” he said as started to bounce his ass up and down on my stiff pole, slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed. His asshole was so fucking tight that it made my dick throb like mad and I had to resist the temptation to thrust upwards into him. I wanted him to do the work for a while so I just lay there and enjoyed the erotic sensation of him working my shaft with his sweet boy pussy, up and down, over and over. His face wore an expression of ecstasy as he took it all up his ass, grinding his butt against my groin before riding it again. His hard dick bobbed up and down as it dripped precum on my abs. I reached for his pretty little cock, played with it, stroked it, getting a lot of his boy juice on my hand. He watched in fascination as I licked my hand clean, making sure I got every drop of that delicious fluid. “Yeah kid,” I said, “you love that cock up your ass, don’t you?” “God yes,” he moaned, “I love dick up my ass. I love getting fucked more than anything.” He worked his butt up and down my thick meat some more, then looked down at me and asked, “You gonna fill my hole with your cum sir?” “Fuck yeah boy,” I said, “I’m going to breed the hell out of your ass.”
I gave him an affectionate slap on his ass and said, “I want you on your back now son.” “Yes sir,” he said, as he lifted himself slowly off my cock. I moved off the bed so he could get himself positioned. He lay on his back, hooking his arms behind his knees and spreading himself open as wide as he could, exposing his succulent little hole. “Like this sir?” he asked, lust evident in his eyes. “Yeah, that’s right,” I said, “spread your legs like a slut.” I got back in the bed and began rubbing the head of my dick against his hole. “You want more of this kid?” I asked teasingly. “Yes sir, please sir,” he said in a tone that was pleading, almost begging. “Yeah, you’re a little slut, aren’t you boy?” I asked. “Yes sir,” he moaned, “I’m a little cock slut. Put it in me sir, please, rape my hole sir.” His words inflamed my lust for him even further and I brutally shoved my rock-hard shaft inside him, causing him to holler. “Oh god yes,” he practically screamed, “fuck me sir, pound me, make me your bitch. Damn, I love your dick inside me sir.” I began fucking him again with a fierceness that I hadn’t known I was capable of, ramming my massive tool in and out of his still tight boy hole as roughly as I could. He wrapped his legs around me, looking up at me with both lust and adoration. “Your ass is so fucking sweet boy,” I said as I pounded away like mad, “and so fucking tight.” I looked down at his beautiful little dick and saw that it was still rigid and dripping. “Work your cock son,” I ordered, “stroke it for me.” “Yes sir,” he replied and started pumping his lovely prick like a horny teenager. “Yeah, that’s it kid,” I said, “I want you to cum for me.” “Yes sir,” he said with a sigh, “anything for you sir.” I was fucking him like an unstoppable machine now, my huge dick reaming his hole like a jackhammer. He was so sexy and gorgeous; I wanted to fuck him forever.
He was jerking his dick like mad now and I could tell by the expression on his face that he was close to shooting his spunk. “Oh fuck sir,” he moaned, “I’m gonna cum. I can’t hold it anymore sir. Yeah fuck me hard while I cum. Fuck sir, I’m gonna shoot. I’m gonna fucking shoot. Oh fuck yeahhhh!” He looked down at his cock just as a huge load of his seed exploded outward and hit him directly in the face and right between his eyes. His fist kept pumping his young tool as more and more milky white cum splattered on his face, his chin, his chest and his belly. He must have shot at least ten times before he ran out of juice. The sight of it pushed me over the edge and I could feel my powerful orgasm rapidly approaching. “God damn, that’s a huge load kid,” I said, looking down at his wet, sticky torso. “You want my load in your hole son?” I asked as I continued to ferociously pound his ass. “Yeah man, give it to me,” he said with a fiery growl, “I want it all inside me sir.” “Yeah boy,” I growled, “here it comes. Here it fucking comes. Aw fuck yeahhhh, take it boy, take it all up your ass. Fucking take it. Fuck yeahhh!” and the pleasurable feeling in my dick reached an insane intensity as it throbbed like mad and fired a huge wad of hot, thick cum into his sweet young ass. I was thrusting in and out of him like a horny beast, snarling and roaring as I pumped load after load of semen deep inside his tight fuckhole, filling him up with my seed. I kept fucking him as hard as I could as more of my cum shot from my cock, making it pulse with a level of erotic intensity that I hadn’t felt in years. My feverish humping continued unabated until my balls were drained of jizz and I felt my manhood slowly go limp inside him as I forced out the last of my spunk then collapsed on top of him, drained of energy as well.
I reluctantly pulled out of his hole and rolled over so that I was lying next to him. I licked every last drop of cum from his face, then I pulled him close so that our naked bodies were entwined and I kissed him deeply and passionately, repeatedly, until I was out of breath and had to stop. “You were amazing kid,” I said, while gazing into his lovely face and beautiful eyes, “probably the best fuck I’ve ever had.” “Really man?” he asked, his face showing a small measure of pride. “Yeah really,” I said, “I haven’t cum that hard in ages. You completely emptied my balls son.” “Wow,” he said, “thank you sir.” “No,” I said, “thank you for letting me pound the hell out of that sweet ass of yours.” He grinned foolishly, then his face turned serious. “You said you were only in town for a few days right?” he asked. “Yes,” I replied, “three days to be precise.” “When do you leave?” he asked. “Wednesday,” I replied, “so two days from today.” “My parents won’t be back until Saturday,” he said, then asked in a shy, timid voice, “Will you fuck me again before you leave?” I gazed into his hypnotic green eyes, then gave him yet another deep, tongue thrashing kiss, pulling away just long enough to say, “All you want kid. All you want,” before kissing him again.
The End
