A special climax for my yard man!

Cal has actually moved away from my area of north Georgia and only comes up when he can get a ride. He arrived about 10 PM last night and I was just off to bed. My best friend, Ben was staying for the weekend and he had already gone to bed. I usher Cal in and find him a bite to eat. While makes his "sandwiches" I play with his crotch and chest a little and he doesn't object. I tell him to come up stairs if he wants to, later, but stressing that he doesn't have to. He arrives before I had put my book down. He slides out of his damp shirt and shorts and jockey shorts. I was a little surprised for he usually keeps something on. Must be because of his dunk in the river. He comes to the bed and asks if I'm naked and I say "yep". He hesitates for a second but gets on into bed and covers up. He smiles that kind of crooked smile and I get that usual lump in my throat as I look into his turquoise eyes. His eyes, thickly shaded by his sandy lashes always look so innocent and beguiling. His face remains smooth and the only beard is the unkempt "fuzz" around his chin and jaw line. It has become a little thicker since the last time I stroked it, and as usual when I rub it gently he pulls away and says, "tickles". I begin to stroke him all over, especially his chest and back. He is so lovely and smooth and his buttocks are just as round and hard as can be! (To see him please look through my pix at those of the young guy. There are plenty of him, and a large number of the cock sucking pix are him...). He rolls onto his back after I had scratched it for a few minutes and I began to play with his cock. He wasn't hard, but he was not soft either. Finally, I had to put my mouth on him and began to suck one of his nipples - and he didn't stop me! I switched to his cock after a couple of minutes and it was just as wonderful to suck as ever and he began to hump a little. As usual, he had his thighs pressed tight together so that I couldn't play around his hole, and then he suddenly relaxed them and allowed me to press my index finger between his buttocks. I felt down into his tight - really tight - hole while I was still going down on his now hard cock. His cock just seems to get harder and harder as I played with his tight hole. I kept playing with his ass and began sliding my finger in and out of the opening trying to relax him enough to get the finger up into him. I kept this up for several minutes and was rewarded by getting that lucky finger in up to the second joint. I really needed some lube but I was afraid if I changed positions that he would stop me dead. I was able to move around and generate some moisture from somewhere so I kept on playing until he indicated he wanted to change positions. I withdrew my finger from his ass and he murmured something about his cock against my ass and I turned away from him showing him my backside. He was still on his back so I suggested that he roll over and face the same way. He mumbled something about not being gay. Then he did so! I gently eased back against him and felt his stiff cock along the crack between my buttocks and felt gentle pressure of his cock against my buns He made some inane comment about my ass grabbing his dick and I slid back a little more firmly against his crotch. WOW! I couldn't believe the feeling. I was trying to keep as quiet as possible so as not to bother Ben (I always share the happenings with him anyway.) while I wanted to shout, "YES!" He actually began to press his cock a little against me...Is this really happening? He eased his organ up and down against my buttocks and I felt his smoothness in a place I had never expected to feel it. I am glad I had not smoked anything or had a drink in days or I would not believe it now. Years of experience taking it up my hole has taught me how to maneuver a cock into position and before long his wonderful hard, hard cock with its big mushroom head was pressing against my unused ass hole and I was feeling fabulous. I took a chance and reached for a small tube of lotion that I always keep on the nightstand just in case the unbelievable happens and I either fuck or get fucked. Anyway, I found the tube and squeezed out a bit and reached back and rubbed it around my now very ready hole. Then I applied some (just a little) to his cock head. "What's that?" he asked. I replied that it was some lotion to make everything smooth. He said nothing but he applied some pressure to me with his cock head. My hole was so ready that as I twisted my hips just the right amount, his cock head slid right into me. I felt him shudder all over as he pressed his hard cock farther up into me. I slid back against him and felt the length of him glide into me. He withdrew most of the way and then slid back into me again. My fevered brain screamed:"Cal is FUCKING me! YES! HE IS FUCKING ME!" Too bad there isn't a prettier way to say it. It was spectacular. He began to move in and out very gently and smoothly. I moved with and then against him to get the most sensation out of the action. This virgin kid was screwing me better than any of the very experienced guys who had done it in the past. I don't think I ever remember being better fucked than he was doing it. He seemed to know just when to change rhythm, to speed up or slow down, and I answered his moves with those of the whore I had been for so many years. We were both very quiet and I could feel his face against the back of my neck. His chest against my shoulders and his belly against my back. That beautiful long white cock continued to slide so smoothly in and out of my hole giving me such pleasure as I haven't felt in quite a while. He seemed to sense just when to pull nearly all the way out and then slide back to the hilt again! I have no idea of the time but it must have been at least 10 minutes. It could have gone on all night, but finally he began to move a little faster and in longer and longer strokes, then he made a guttural sound and pulled his cock out. I reached for it and felt the wetness of semen on the head and knew what had happened! "You came!" I whispered softly. I handed him a towel and he was up and out of bed in a few seconds and pulling on his damp clothes. And he was back to being the same old Cal, out without a word and back to sleep on his sofa.