More on David
We were an inter-generational couple. I think David wanted to demonstrate to onlookers that our relationship was that of two who loved one another as opposed to the younger being kept by an older "sugar daddy".
We did not fall in love in bed. Our love grew over a period time and was consummated weeks after we started seeing one another regularly. My job required frequent trips from the LA area to the Bay Area. I used my company car for trips there when visits to multiple cities was required. Such was the case when our love was physically consummated. David accompanied me on a Sunday drive to San Mateo. We both had to be at our jobs on Monday morning, so I had agreed to fly him home late Sunday. We had left my personal car at LAX for his transportation when he returned. Arriving in San Mateo early afternoon, and checked into a motel where we decided to take a breather after the 8-hour drive. We found ourselves in each others arms on the bed. I unbuttoned his shirt and undid the button of his pants. He seemed eager for the experience. We had never seen each others naked bodies before and as I removed his shirt, and mine, his slightly hirsute golden body awakened my deep passion. I remember caressing his neck, shoulders and pecs with my hands my lips locked on his. My lips followed my hands down the course of his slim body. He acknowledged his "outie" naval..I laughed as my tongue explored it. My hands slipped his jeans over his hips and off. My pants followed and in an instant our naked bodies were pressed one to another and I was engorging myself on his manhood...deep-throat! We continued to enjoy each other, eventually napping in each others embrace. It was an experience that topped any that I'd had before and have had since. We showered together, dressed, and went into San Francisco's Castro district to explore the clubs. Later, I dropped him at the airport, feeling very much alone.
The following weeks and months were heaven for me. He was so sweet sending me love notes from where he worked. I still have many of them sequestered in my "David envelope". He didn't move in with me. He was living at home with his single mom and younger sister and had responsibilities there. But, he was with me for days and nights at a time. We enjoyed clubbing, going to shows and simply being together. Months later, we spent a weekend at a clothing optional resort in Palm Springs. He was fawned over by many of the other guests which, after too much scotch, incited my jealous nature. After the fact, I now realize that he was probably hurt by my lack of trust and that weekend turned out to be the beginning of the end. He never displayed anger with me, but a few weeks later, after we had attended an Oingo Boingo concert, in Anaheim, he told me he thought we'd better give our relationship a rest. I was naturally devastated!! We remained friends, and spent some non-sexual time together until months later when he fell in love with someone closer to his own age. I went into a tailspin and reached a low-life of which I had never imagined myself capable. In retrospect, I have come to rationalize the breakup as being the best course of action for him. He did not deserve, in his mid-twenties with all the associated energy, to be saddled to a sedentary lifestyle of one approaching retirement. He made me feel so young! I still love him for that.
I'm not sure I'm ready to discuss the folly, or fantasy , or the reality of inter-generational love. I still have too much passion for the younger male body and the associated energy to deny its redemptive possibilities.
We did not fall in love in bed. Our love grew over a period time and was consummated weeks after we started seeing one another regularly. My job required frequent trips from the LA area to the Bay Area. I used my company car for trips there when visits to multiple cities was required. Such was the case when our love was physically consummated. David accompanied me on a Sunday drive to San Mateo. We both had to be at our jobs on Monday morning, so I had agreed to fly him home late Sunday. We had left my personal car at LAX for his transportation when he returned. Arriving in San Mateo early afternoon, and checked into a motel where we decided to take a breather after the 8-hour drive. We found ourselves in each others arms on the bed. I unbuttoned his shirt and undid the button of his pants. He seemed eager for the experience. We had never seen each others naked bodies before and as I removed his shirt, and mine, his slightly hirsute golden body awakened my deep passion. I remember caressing his neck, shoulders and pecs with my hands my lips locked on his. My lips followed my hands down the course of his slim body. He acknowledged his "outie" naval..I laughed as my tongue explored it. My hands slipped his jeans over his hips and off. My pants followed and in an instant our naked bodies were pressed one to another and I was engorging myself on his manhood...deep-throat! We continued to enjoy each other, eventually napping in each others embrace. It was an experience that topped any that I'd had before and have had since. We showered together, dressed, and went into San Francisco's Castro district to explore the clubs. Later, I dropped him at the airport, feeling very much alone.
The following weeks and months were heaven for me. He was so sweet sending me love notes from where he worked. I still have many of them sequestered in my "David envelope". He didn't move in with me. He was living at home with his single mom and younger sister and had responsibilities there. But, he was with me for days and nights at a time. We enjoyed clubbing, going to shows and simply being together. Months later, we spent a weekend at a clothing optional resort in Palm Springs. He was fawned over by many of the other guests which, after too much scotch, incited my jealous nature. After the fact, I now realize that he was probably hurt by my lack of trust and that weekend turned out to be the beginning of the end. He never displayed anger with me, but a few weeks later, after we had attended an Oingo Boingo concert, in Anaheim, he told me he thought we'd better give our relationship a rest. I was naturally devastated!! We remained friends, and spent some non-sexual time together until months later when he fell in love with someone closer to his own age. I went into a tailspin and reached a low-life of which I had never imagined myself capable. In retrospect, I have come to rationalize the breakup as being the best course of action for him. He did not deserve, in his mid-twenties with all the associated energy, to be saddled to a sedentary lifestyle of one approaching retirement. He made me feel so young! I still love him for that.
I'm not sure I'm ready to discuss the folly, or fantasy , or the reality of inter-generational love. I still have too much passion for the younger male body and the associated energy to deny its redemptive possibilities.