Recapturing My Youth II
“I want you to go down the slide.”
“Are you out of your mind?” he asks, his voice almost squelching. He’s shocked, disgusted and really looking at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“No, it’s fun.” I give him a big grin and wiggle my eyebrows.
“Says who?”
“Says me. Come on, Brian. When will you ever be in a place like this again? Private pool, private slide.” I cup his face in my hands and lean down to his then whisper, “No one will know. I promise I won’t tell.”
“Give me a break.” He spreads his hand over my face and pushes me away. I hate that.
“Be a kid again, Brian. You’re too uptight about maintaining your ‘image’.” He glares at me but I continue. “You don’t have to do that with me. Let loose a little.” I tap my finger on his nose.
“I prefer tight, thank you very much.” I give him an exasperated look and his face changes. I think he’s just now realizing that I’m dead serious. I really do want him to do this. He furrows his eyebrows and gets a little crease above the bridge of his nose. “Are you twelve?” he asks and I roll my eyes at him. Now I’m disgusted. “‘Cause if you are, I don’t like what that makes me.”
“Makes you no fun, is what it makes you.” I cover his face with my hand and push him away. He jerks his head back. I don’t think he likes it either.
“Hey, I’m fun!”
“Oh, please. When was the last time you did anything remotely resembling having a good time.”
“A minute ago, this morning, last night, all day yesterday,” he says in a sexy voice as he taps the tip of my dick with his finger.
“I’m not talking about sex, Brian.” And I remove his finger. “What happened to you wanting me to enjoy my youth and you wanting to recapture yours? Hmmm? This is your chance.”
“High school and college youth, not grade school.”
“Ahhh Brian, come on,” I say rolling my eyes. “This is an adult retreat, that slide is not there for kids. It’s for adults, like us. It’ll be fun. I promise. And you never know, you might just actually enjoy yourself.”
“I’m enjoying myself now.” He rubs my legs with his hands. I brush the side of his face and play with his hair.
“Please.” I’m not above begging. I really want this. It would be one of those priceless moments from the commercial. You know, weekend getaway, $1000; box of condoms, $19.99; Brian Kinney going down a slide and enjoying it … priceless.
“No,” he says firmly then looks down and plays with the downy hair just below my navel.
I cup his face again and make him look at me. “I’ll go down with you,” I sing-song the offering with a grin.
He pulls his head out of my grasp. “Justin, I don’t need you to hold my hand. I’m not scared, it’s just stupid.”
“I wasn’t offering to hold your hand.” I blink my eyelids slowly and kiss the tip of his nose.
“Well, what were you offering then? Please enlighten me with your devilish scheme.” He pulls his lips in and raises his eyebrows, waiting for my answer.
“I’ll sit on your lap and we’ll go down, you know…” I lean in close to his ear and whisper, “… together,” then nibble on the dangling piece of flesh.
One eyebrow falls, the other one stays up and arches higher. He’s intrigued. “That has possibilities.” His lips smush to the side.
“Then you’ll do it?” A big smile across my face and I’m practically jumping up and down inside my head.
“I didn’t say that.” Asshole. What is with him, anyhow? “Besides, aren’t you a little, um, you know… from earlier. I prefer tight, remember?”
Major asshole today. Not only is he making fun of me not wanting to just spell it out that I meant we’d go down with his dick up my ass but he thinks he can poke jabs at the elasticity of said ass as well? I don’t think so.
“Uh!” I exclaim then punch his arm. He smirks so I straighten my face.
“I bounce back quickly. Don’t you think?” I ask as if I’m really hurt by his remark.
“Ahhh,” he patronizes me.
“I’m young,” I add with a puckered lip. I lock eyes with his to make sure I have his attention then glance towards his hair and I squint, pretending to see something then I scrunch up my face in disgust. I reach, grab a stray hair and pluck it out.
“Ow, you shit. What’d you do that for?” He rubs his head where I pulled the hair out and I hold it out to the side then twiddle my fingers to let it float away.
“Oh, nothing.” I let out a deep sigh and shake my head. “But I guess you’re right. You’re too old to be amused by such childish things as sliding down a slide or playing in a pool. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Of course, he was just playing in a pool.
“That was not a gray hair you pulled out, you little shit.”
“I never said it was.” I shrug my shoulders.
“You’re tenacious, you know that?”
“Mmm, I’ve been known to be. You should know better than anybody; I don’t give up until I get what I want.”
“So, there’s really no point in me fighting it, is there?”
“Nope,” I answer smugly.
He takes a deep breath and lets out a big sigh. “Finnnne.” He gives in rolling his eyes.
I scream with joy, grab his face and give him a big vocal kiss, “Mwuah. Come on, come on.” I push him off my lap and scramble to my feet, reaching my hand out to pull him out of the pool. He bats my hand away but I hold it in place, he finally takes it and hoists himself out of the pool with my help.
“Go get the stuff ‘cause I intend to take you up on your offer.”
I grin and kiss him again. “You got it!”
He swats my ass, turns me around and pushes on my shoulders. “Go.”
I take off up the winding staircase and along the railing to the bedroom. I look over the balcony and see Brian picking up his sweats and my shorts and ringing them out, holding them over the side of the pool. “Come on,” I tell him.
He looks up at me, scrunches his face and juts his head out and back in a way that says, ‘I’m coming’ so I grin and go to the bedroom to retrieve the lube and condoms.
When I come back out, he’s there, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
I laugh, take his hand and drag him toward the slide. “Get over yourself. You’re doing it.”
Once we get there, I let go of his hand and give him the condom. He looks at it then back at me. “Umm, I don’t think I’m quite ready for this yet.” He holds his hands out and points.
I glance down; he’s still somewhat flaccid… I giggle. “You will be. Watch… and… learn.” I wiggle my eyebrows, hold up the lube so he sees it then pop the top open. I squeeze a generous amount in my other hand, toss it aside, take a few steps back, turn around, widen my stance and bend over putting my ass on display for him. I hear a rumble in his throat and I smile; I’ve definitely got his attention.
I reach underneath me and start working the lube into me. By the time I’ve got the second finger added I hear the tear of the condom wrapper. I bend over further so I can see him from between my legs. I watch him slip it on upside down. It never matters how I see that act, there’s just something about the site of him preparing himself to come get me that just really turns me on. I’m assuming that him watching me lube myself has the same effect on him. It’s fucking hot, there’s no other way to describe it.
He takes a step toward me and his hands go to my hips. I pull my fingers out, stand up and turn around. “Nuh, uh, uh,” I sing-song a little dizzily and reach for his shoulder to steady myself. He growls. I move behind him and push him to the entrance of the slide. “Get on and sit down.”
He does and I crawl onto his lap, facing him and straddling his thighs. I lean down and we kiss while his hand slips under my balls to hold his cock up and steady. I wiggle my hips around until I feel the tip of his cock poking at my hole then I slide down and he pulls his hand away to steady my hips.
I pause when his head breaks through, wincing with a quiet whimper since I’m still a tad sore. He deepens the kiss to make it better and rubs his hands on my lower back. It works and I bury him the rest of the way as my mind drifts to another place just like it always does. He breaks the kiss and looks at me. My eyelids are droopy and I’m in a daze. I love this feeling… when he’s deep inside me. I can’t help but zone out for a moment.
“You okay?”
I don’t answer, I just start riding him nice and slow.
“Hey,” he says to get my attention, making sure I’m still with him.
I look at him and smile. “Push off when we’re about to cum and we’ll orgasm on the way down. Okay?” He nods and we kiss. Slow and sensual, building to fast and frenzied. We part the kiss breathing harder than when we started.
We lock our eyes and watch the other get into it, enjoying it, getting there; reaching that place. I stop riding him and cross my legs behind his back; he takes over, lifting my hips and lowering me back down. I clench my ass on the down stroke and he hisses.
I hold onto his shoulder with one hand and start fisting myself with the other. I pump my cock against his belly. The muscles are clenched and taut from his excursion of lifting me up and down… I feel the ripples bumping against my knuckles. If it weren’t for the slapping sounds of my hand on my dick and my ass on his, I’d swear that rub would make rhythmic music like the rumblings of a washboard.
He smiles at me; he’s enjoying himself and I couldn’t be happier. I smile back and lick my lips. I move my hand to his upper arm. His bicep bulges and flexes underneath my grasp. I like it. I’m getting closer and closer. He bounces me a little harder. My balls tighten, I breathe in heavy making a hissing sound through my teeth and I give him a piercing stare. He sees it, he knows.
“Yeah, come on,” he says in a lusty, throaty voice. He grips my ass, moving me faster and faster. I try to stay focused but I can’t, my eyes cross and now I’m looking at two of him.
“Brian…” I breathe.
“Let it go,” he tells me then he covers my mouth with his and pushes off. We’re kissing and cumming as we fly through the air. I hold on, wrapping my one arm around his neck and locking my ankles in place behind him. The first spurt flies out of my slit in mid-flight, the second as we splash down, the third, underwater. He holds me tight so we don’t break apart.
There’s cold water all around me but as he cums, hot molten lava warms up the inside of my ass. I shiver and shake… he jolts and jerks. We hit the bottom of the pool, our bodies flip over and we float to the surface. He gets his footing, stands up and takes two stumbling steps backward to the pool stairs, collapsing with me still on his lap.
He lets go of me and smooths his wet hair back out of his face then does the same to me. “Fuck,” he croaks, his chest heaving.
“Hot, huh?” I say, grinning and giddy and goofy.
He looks at me with that look of regard. “Yes. Okay? Yes,” he admits defeated. I kiss him just because. He breaks away and leans back so he can see my whole face. He places his hands on either side of my face. “We gotta go.”
“Ohhhhh, I don’t wanna go.” I teasingly whine and he sort of chuckles.
“Come on,” he says and pushes on my thighs. He holds the condom while I lift up. I slink onto the stair next to him and he gets out of the pool. He sticks his hand out to help me; I start to bat it away, but I don’t, I take it and let him pull me out. “I have to go meet with Mr. Martin before we leave. Can you get our stuff together?” He’s walking away from me toward the winding staircase.
“Yeah.” I bend over to pick up the condom and head into the bathroom to get my sweats from yesterday.
“Hey, Justin,” he calls out from a distance.
I come out of the bathroom to find him leaning over the railing upstairs. “What?”
“Thanks,” he says with a smile.
“Thanks for what, Brian?” I ask to torture him and make him spell it out. I want him to admit he liked the slide because I know damn well he did.
“For being a tenacious brat.”
Hmpf, just what I thought. “Your welcome,” I grin.
