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Authors: Sean Wolfe

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“What was that all about?” Victor asked, as Mykel sucked the last few drops of cum from his cock, and then slid up to lie next to him.
“I know I always say absolutely the worst thing ... the wrong thing. And I don't want to do that again. I know sucking your cock doesn't prove that I love you. But I wanted to show you that I'm serious. I do love you, and if you let me, then I will show you that with my heart.”
Victor stared into Mykel's eyes. “That was absolutely the right thing to say.”
“Can you stay hard?”
“Ummm, yeah,” Victor said, and took Mykel's hand and moved it to his still throbbing cock. “I don't think he's going anywhere anytime soon.”
“Good,” Mykel said. “Because I want you to fuck me.”
“What?” Victor asked, and turned to face his boyfriend. “You don't get fucked. Everyone knows that. And you made it perfectly clear to me the night we met.”
“Correction. I have never been fucked. Because I was hiding something, protecting myself from something that I feared. But I don't fear it anymore.”
“Are you sure?” Victor asked. “I mean, don't get me wrong, I'd love to fuck you. But I want you to be sure that that's what you want.”
“I've never been more sure of anything in my life,” Mykel said, as he leaned in and kissed Victor on the lips. “I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel you make love to me.”
“Done,” Victor said, and moved down to suck on Mykel's cock. He was always amazed at the big dick ... how fat and long and hard it was, and how the thick veins coursed through it. The way the foreskin slid back and rested behind the bulbous head. If ever there was a perfect cock, Mykel had been blessed with it. And Victor was fascinated with it.
He sucked on it for several minutes, knowing when Mykel was getting close, and forcing himself to stop just short of bringing him to the point of no return. When Mykel was all worked up, and grinding harder against him, Victor pushed his lover's legs up against his chest, so that his ass was completely exposed.
When his tongue flickered against the tight, puckered hole, he heard Mykel gasp, and felt him grab the sheets on either side of him. He made sure there was plenty of saliva on his tongue, and then slowly slid it inside Mykel's tight hole. It took a couple of minutes, but he finally was all the way inside, and slid his tongue around the inside.
“Oh fuck, that feels incredible,” Mykel moaned, and wriggled his ass against Victor's tongue.
Seeing and hearing Mykel respond to his touch and his tongue like that turned Victor on even more than he was, and he didn't just
want
to fuck his lover, he
needed
to. He raised himself onto his knees and slid into position between Mykel's slick, spread cheeks. He rested his cock head against the hot, wet hole, and bit down lightly on his tongue to keep from shooting right there. He hoped silently that Mykel was not expecting a really long fuck, because even though he'd just cum, he could tell that he would not be able to last too long inside that hot virgin ass.
“Fuck me,” Mykel begged. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Victor leaned down to kiss his lover, and as he slid his tongue into Mykel's mouth, he slowly slid his cock into his ass.
Mykel groaned loudly, and every muscle of his body tensed up as Victor's cock head slid inside. His mouth tightened around Victor's tongue, and sucked desperately on it.
“Relax, baby,” Victor said as he broke the kiss. He licked Mykel's neck and nibbled on it, eliciting another deep moan. He smiled as he felt the sphincter muscles relax just a little, and another inch of his cock slid deeper into Mykel's ass. “Fuck, Mykel, your ass is so hot and tight. I've never felt anything like this.” He knew Mykel well enough to know that he'd get off on this kind of talk. “It feels so good wrapped around my big cock.”
Mykel stroked Victor's back, and his hands moved down to Victor's ass. He took a cheek in each hand, took a deep breath, and pulled Victor deeper inside him until he was buried deep inside Mykel's ass. A deep, animalistic groan erupted from Mykel's throat as he felt Victor's big dick slide against his prostate. His own cock throbbed uncontrollably across his stomach, and a big drop of precum slid out of the head.
“Fuck me,” he whispered.
Victor tried hard to keep himself from becoming manic. He counted prime numbers in his head to keep from shooting too soon. His brain flipped to auto pilot as his cock slid in and out of Mykel's ass.
“Harder,” Mykel said, and began tightening his ass and slamming it deeper onto Victor's cock.
Victor pulled his dick all the way out of Mykel's ass. He was so close, he needed just a few seconds to calm down. He leaned down and kissed Mykel again, and as he broke the kiss he turned his lover around, and then raised his hips from beneath, so that Mykel was on all fours in front of him.
“Get back inside me and fuck me,” Mykel instructed.
Victor slid his cock deep to the base in one stroke, causing both men to moan loudly in ecstasy. In this position, Mykel's ass was even tighter and hotter, and Victor was able to slide in just a little deeper. There was no holding back now, and he fucked Mykel like a wild man, slamming into him in long, deep thrusts.
“I'm so close,” Victor gasped as he fucked Mykel's ass fast and hard.
“Slow down,” Mykel said.
“It's too late.”
Mykel dropped to his stomach, causing Victor's cock to slide out of his ass.
“Here I cum,” Victor moaned, and a second later his load began to spew from his cock. It flew everywhere ... across Mykel's back, onto his ass and upper legs, onto the bed beside them. It seemed to go on forever. When it finally stopped, he dropped limply on top of Mykel's body. “Are you gonna cum?” he asked between labored breaths.
“Are you kidding me?” Mykel asked. “I blew my load the second you put me on all fours. Your cock slid into my ass in one long, sweet move, and I shot all over the bed.”
“You did?”
Mykel laughed, and pointed at the puddle beneath him and all around them.
“I can't tell which is yours and which is mine,” Victor grinned as he looked at the cum-soaked bedspread.
“Doesn't really matter,” Mykel said. “It's all
ours
, and that's the way I want it to be from now on.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. I want us to be ‘us' from now on. I want you here with me ... or me with you. I don't care which, as long as we're together.”
“What about your work?”
“I'm done. I was only doing it as an escape mechanism anyway. To hide from the truth.”
“The truth?”
“That I love you. That I want you. That I need you.”
“I love you, too, Mykel. Are you sure you can give it all up just like that?”
“In a heartbeat. It's all in the past, starting right now. My present and my future are with you. If you'll have me, that is.”
“I'll definitely have you. You know that was never a question.”
“I know, and I'm sorry I was so stupid. So afraid.”
“Don't worry about it. We're all entitled to a little stupidity.”
Mykel laughed and hugged Victor close to him. “Wanna take a trip somewhere?”
“Where?”
“I don't care. Anywhere. I just wanna get out of this town for a little bit. Go somewhere where no one knows me, and where no one can get ahold of me. I just want to spend some time with you alone.”
“It's gonna be hard to find somewhere that no one knows you.”
“Shut up!” Mykel laughed and hit Victor with his pillow.
“But I hear Japan is nice.”
Mykel had a couple of clients in Tokyo, but thought it better not to mention them to Victor. Besides, he hadn't heard from either of them in over a year.
“Done!” he said. “First class to Tokyo this weekend.”
“What about my job?”
“Quit your job. You won't be needing it anymore. When we get back from our trip, you can go back to school and finish your degree. Then you can get the job you really want. You don't have to settle anymore. Not for love or a job or anything else.”
The grin on Victor's face was priceless, and Mykel kissed his head as he pulled him to rest his face on Mykel's chest. A couple of minutes later, Victor was snoring softly, and only then did Mykel allow the couple of tears that had been welled up inside him to fall down his cheeks.
Crying wasn't as horrible as he'd thought it would be, he decided, and drifted off to sleep entangled with Victor's body.
WINTER
O
kay, now don't hate the messenger. I have to be consistent and give the definition of this word from
Dictionary.com
just as I have with all the other seasons. So here it is:
1. The usually coldest season of the year, occurring between autumn and spring, extending in the Northern Hemisphere from the winter solstice to the vernal equinox, and popularly considered to be constituted by December, January, and February.
 
2. A year as expressed through the recurrence of the winter season.
 
3. A period of time characterized by coldness, misery, barrenness, or death.
Personally I hate Winter. It's cold and I miss the heat of summer. It snows, and I miss strolling along the beach. The days are shorter, and I get depressed when it's dark at five o'clock. So I just don't like the winter months.
Thankfully, we're not looking at winter as a period of the coldest three months of the year. In this book we're viewing winter as the time in our lives when we've lived a long time and had many experiences that, for good or bad, have influenced us and molded us into who we are. The men in these stories are in the age range of fifty to ninety-three years old.
With that much experience and that many years behind us, we can't help having a unique perspective on life. Love doesn't necessarily mean the same thing it did when we were twenty or thirty and green under the collar. Romance looks a whole lot different now. Sex is often a memory or a dream at this point ... but not always. And intimacy is much more important than any of the other things I've just touched on. Or so younger gay men, tend to—or have been taught to—believe.
But we can be so wrong. In talking with some gay men of this age group, I found some very interesting things. The last definition given above of winter was “A period of time characterized by coldness, misery, barrenness, or death.” I was a little shocked when I spoke with some men of that older generation and they didn't totally disagree with the definition. I thought they'd be furious. But they told me they often have found themselves being cold, and miserable and lonely. And the older the men were, the more they thought about and focused on death. It's natural.
But I also found out they believe they feel this way because they've been taught all of their life that they are supposed to feel this at this age. Many cultures teach their young to respect their elders. In some, older people are revered and celebrated and honored. But in American culture, we have a long ways to go before we can come anywhere near that kind of attitude and honor for our senior citizens. Especially in the gay male culture or community, older men are very often forgotten completely, or even worse, pitied. Again, I'm not lumping the entire gay male community into a pot and saying we all feel that way or treat people that way. But we'd be lying if we denied it was a prominent sentiment and way of life for a majority of our community.
What I learned is that life doesn't stop at age fifty, or sixty, or even eighty. Men of this age still feel very much alive. They laugh, they cry, they dance ... and they have sex. To them, their sex is every bit as hot as that of twenty-year-olds. The difference, I am told proudly, is that everything means so much more to them than to the younger generation. Physical beauty is relative. Beauty to these men is often found in their partner's laughter or his experience or his kindness. Gray hair and a few wrinkles here and there can be a turn-on. Intimacy and companionship are much more important than getting fucked every night of the week.
As I said, life doesn't stop at this season, and neither does sex. Often the sex is even better, because the men have to be a little more creative, and a lot more tender with one another. Views on sex and beauty and intimacy change as we get older, as does our perspective on nearly everything.
We can learn a lot from men in their winter season, and I hope the men I've created in this section of the book are real and alive and able to teach us a thing or two about love—and about life.

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