Canadian Beauty

I've always been a bit judgmental about older men with younger guys. It always seemed wrong, like exploitation. But now that it's happened to me.

I was in LA to meet a young law intern whom I had supervised the previous summer at our law firm. He was a bright-brilliant young kid-eager, top-rate, great writer. Now, Dave, who reminded me of the TV actor Dean Cain (formerly Superman), was now doing an internship at a law firm in LA. We'd kept in touch, for reasons that were becoming clear to me.

I'm in my early forties, not bad looking, but nevertheless suffering the fate of men-a little less hair, and more of it gray. I'd worked to keep in shape and I still looked relatively youthful. Many people guess that I'm in my late 20s. I was in relationships, but now was determined to find love and lust, not necessarily in that order.

I was attracted to Dave (same name as me) from the instant I saw him. But my professional position kept me at a distance. And it was a really conservative law firm. But now that we weren't working together, the situation had changed.

Dave was from Toronto. His warm smile and incredibly handsome, dark eyes combined with an amazingly witty, insightful personality for a 18-year-old. I loved being in his company, and he liked being with me, my intuition said. How else to explaining the two-hour dinners, the long e-mails, the funny phone calls?

Now I was going to a conference in LA...and I suggested we catch up with a dinner. No sooner had I sent my note when I got an e-mail from Dave: how about a trip to the beach and then dinner...and then we could go back to his place to chat. I could stay over, if I wanted. He was staying at his uncle's condominium while the uncle was away all summer. Dave and I had been inching closer, I thought, before, but this was getting to the root of my desires. Could I be imagining? Was this wrong? Was I deluded?

After two days of business I got ready to meet Dave. He arrived by car at my hotel and off we went to the beach. I hadn't seen him in nearly six months and the hormones of puberty had kicked in. The voice was a little huskier, the beard growing in...but he was still the hot young guy I had longed for in my dreams for so long. We had no problem catching up on the old firm, what was new with him (no girlfriend, yet, I reminded myself), and how the LA life was for him.

He was dressed a little conservatively, to my chagrin. I don't know what I expected, but I was hoping for something a little sexier than tennis shorts and an old tee shirt. But I'd dressed conservatively too, not wanting to tip my hand. I was a little daring: underneath my gym shorts was my favorite red speed, which I can fill out nicely. And with my fantasies raging, I'd put underneath them a black g-string, which I find hot before sex...if I was ever to get there with Dave.

Could he tell? He must...he's so bright I thought as we drove the highways of LA. Could I control myself? What were we doing? I needn't have worried. He was in control.

After we got out of the car, Dave stood up to strip down for the beach. He took off his shirt and tennis shorts to reveal a hot blue speed, the type with narrow waistband, revealing a nice basket. Here's no conservative kid. His sly smile revealed a lot. He had a magnificent body and much fewer inhibitions than I thought.

I stripped down to my red speedo, which wasn't as daring as his, but daring enough.

I was so drunk with thoughts of this hunk kid/adult, I didn't realize he'd soon walked me to the gay section! All around were hot guys, even naked guys, like I'd been used to for a long time.

I don't think we said a word...because we didn't have to. My friend and I were on the beach blanket in our speeds and before I could take in all the sensations, he asked me to rub some sunscreen on him. We were connecting, and for the first time, I saw his cock grow. And he saw mine.

"Why don't you put some on me...all over," Dave said as he lay on his stomach. I began to oil up his back, running down his shoulders to just above his tight butt. "All over," he said, emphasizing "all."

"Everywhere...is that what you mean?" I said.

"Mm...yeah, I mean what I say and I say what I mean."

I had began crossing the last barrier between us as I rubbed just under his speedos. Boldly, I kept inching down as I touched more of his fresh asscheeks.

"Does that feel good, my friend?"

"It sure does. I've planned this well, haven't I?" said Dave.

Within a minute, he had turned over on his back, revealing an eight-inch boner. "There's another part of me that needs some rubbing."

I was glad to oblige, reaching my hand into his pubes, touching and then grabbing his hard member. Then sliding down to his smooth, shaved teenage balls.

Within minutes, my young friend had broken all the ice. Let's go back to my place, he said. "I think I know what we both want."

And within minutes at his place was all I desired: Dave, the hunky Canadian teenage stud, peeling off his speedos and standing full square before me, his cock erect in a nicely trimmed pubic bush. His hairless chest with beautiful skin and firm nipples. And I had to admire his beautiful white ass, cupping both cheeks in my hands.

"Let's get in the shower and get this lotion off...I've got to have you," said my young friend.

The rest was pure bliss. Carefully he stepped in the shower, adjusted the water...the promptly turned around and playfully, but with a little shock to me, spat a mouthful of water into my eager mouth. Then his tongue. My hands massaged his ass under the warm shower spray. I didn't know where to start or stop.

"I've wanted you for a long time, my friend," I said, as I moved around his glistening torso. I kissed him everywhere, sucking his nipples, going back to his mouth, running my tongue around his neck. I then boldly put my finger around his asshole, and he moaned with pleasure. We really are in synch, I said to myself. Soon I had lubed up my fingers and was finger fucking young Dave's ass, first with one and then finally three fingers.

It was endless, it seemed--the kissing, the sucking, the finger fucking. It was wonderful to be with my Canadian boy/man stud. Who cared about age difference. I loved this boy and he was mine? I would go with him anywhere, to the Canadian Rockies, to the beaches of LA, anywhere he wanted. But first stop was the bed.

We towelled off, and got ready for our first fuck. Me, old enough to be Dave's father and Dave my son, but so much more.

As we headed into the bedroom for our first fuck, I noticed two small tatoos just below his bikini line. How could he know tatoos were a big turn on for me? And they were cute: a small Canadian maple leaf flag...and the lambda symbol.

"How hot," I murmured as I caressed them.

"I got them done just for you, Dave," said my Dave. "I just knew you'd find them hot, and I wanted them in a place only you could see them."

written by twins

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