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Night-time Rendezvous

Meet me in the Pavilion Carlo whispered.



But . . . I responded annoyed.



Wait for me in the pavilion Carlo whispered again turning my body away from him but pulling me into his belly so I could feel his erection pressing up behind me. See how much I am interested in fucking you? he added in that deep husky amused voice of his.



Ugh I grunted rubbing my butt against his rod more than ready for the fucking he said he was interested in. Then why can t I come into the house? I asked grumpily.



I d had a two-hour drive getting to the mountainside mansion he was apparently staying at and now we were standing outside behind a hedge that ran from the side of the house and along the parking area on the top end of the circular drive. Carlo had been waiting for me and had dragged me behind it as soon as I had arrived.



My car is just back up the drive I suggested We could fuck in that.



No. No. The pavilion. I will meet you there Andrew as soon as I can he said persuasively Oh caro mio. Caro mio he crooned kissing the back of my neck as I melted and groaned. You will go through the hedge into. . . onto the side garden and there you will see the pavilion at the end of the lawn by the pond. You cannot miss it. But there is a gate in the hedge that runs along that side and you will have to find that to get through to the lawn he explained all the time running his hands around my body up under my windcheater and feeling for and squeezing my nipples and pecs.



Then he ran a hand down and cupped my growing dick and tight balls and briefly played with them murmuring Caro mio oh you are so beautiful.



Ohhh yes I moaned reaching back to his butt You won t be long?



As soon as I can get away Carlo promised then released me and I turned and we fell into a brief kiss before he pushed me away. You will wait for me in the pavilion-promise. He added sounding a bit worried.



Of course I promised reassuring him But don t be long.



Why we couldn t fuck right then somewhere closer I had no idea. But Carlo obviously knew what he wanted and his dark Latin good looks hard fitness model s body and long thick cock had me under his spell. And that Caro Mio spoken in his husky voice with its incredibly sexy accent melted me completely.



He pushed me away and I headed off in the direction he had pointed me towards. It took me some time to find the gate he had mentioned and I was getting a bit cold and very fed up with whatever game he was playing by the time I passed through it and onto the lawn on the other side. And my enthusiasm wasn t helped by the weather. It had been still and cold but just as I passed through the gate snow began to fall.



Great-snow I grumbled and wondered what I was doing there.



But I knew of course. Carlo with his black curly hair big dark bedroom eyes and seductive voice was irresistible. Add to that a long thick cock to die for and a wild abandoned try anything love of fucking and I was his. I knew I was his slave. And so did he. He had been playing with me for a couple of months now leading me on and then disappearing keeping me hanging around. I knew he was doing it. But I still couldn t give him up.



We had met at the ski resort of Perisher Blue. I d tagged along with friends and decided snow wasn t for me already having decided skiing wasn t for me twenty years before. Carlo was staying in an apartment at Smiggin Holes but also seemed to be staying at a private lodge.



We d met in Smiggins Hotel at the bar. Well more at the entrance. He had arrived about the same time my friends and I had. Somehow I left with him not long after. We walked to the nearby apartments and as soon as we were in the door I was panting and he had his hands they seemed to be everywhere and his body rubbing places that I was moaning for him to keep rubbing and I was groping parts of him I wanted to feel skin to skin.



His cock seemed to magically jump out of his pants and run across my belly as he unzipped me and flipped my package free. His other hand was on my neck pulling me in for a long deep kiss. I was usually a top but could go either way and he was making the moves and I knew he was going to be fucking me. It was a vague thought that was irrelevant. He was in charge but I was liking it.



Somehow we covered a few metres of floor and he had pushed me back onto the solid timber coffee table sitting between the two tan suede-covered sofas. And he had stripped my pants and shoes and socks off as he gracefully settled onto his haunches between my now-spread thighs.



Mmmm he hummed. Caro mio I am going to fuck you better than you have ever been fucked before he crooned with an incredibly sexy Latin accent.



And I believed him. And I wanted him to.



Prove it I said huskily.



His mouth closed over the head of my cock and he sucked and probed into my tiny opening with his tongue teasing it like an expert. Then his tongue was everywhere caressing and probing as his lips tightened and slid up and down loosened and ran around my pole.



More yes I cried ready to shoot my load and pulling his head in with my hands my fingers tangling and tugging in his black glossy curls.



But Carlo backed off instead and in a minute released me. I was begging to come as he held my cock in one hand and began to probe my ass with the fingers of the other. He must have used some lube but I can t recall when. I just knew when he had a finger up my passage and had landed the tip on my prostrate. He wriggled his finger and rubbed till I was moaning dribbling precum and throbbing and had my legs wrapped around his shoulders. Then finally I came. Carlo s mouth descended onto the head of my cock to catch the cum he was extracting from me as I moaned and writhed.



I was spent as he released my dick and moved up between my legs and I just looked down at him groggily and in awe as he began to drive that huge tool of his into my ass. I moaned a lot. And if I didn t know it was going to feel good eventually I would have yelped and been yelping and flailing about and shouting at him to stop-and meaning it. But instead I whimpered as he slowly entered me and I relaxed willing it to start feeling good. And it did. By the time his thick black pubic hair was tickling my butt I was lying there rolling my head and moaning Yes yes.



The next night we had wound up on a thick white rug on the polished timber floor in front of an open fire in some private lodge. Me on my knees and him pounding my ass doggy style.



Then he had been gone. But he d said we could get together again at Coal Point on Lake Macquaire where he was going to be in a couple of weeks. He d called me and I had driven up to the lake from Sydney and found the ochre-coloured house on the waterfront and we had fucked in the horizon lap pool that ran down one side of the patio to end with an unbroken view across the lake. I d gazed across the water to Belmont for a long time as he fucked me up against the end wall. He d made sure I left very early the next morning and was grumpily tidying up as I said bye and I knew I should say no next time he called.



But of course I hadn t. And here I was trudging through the snow. Once I was through the gate and on the lawn I found the pavilion easily and the fancy Victorian-inspired fantasy of a roof was nearly white with snow and standing out vividly against the night sky by the time I reached it.



I was relieved to discover that the pavilion s sides weren t open as I had been fearing. It was fully enclosed with narrow double glass doors opening on several sides of it. The French doors I tried first weren t locked and I entered the building and closed them behind me glad to be out of the increasing cold. It was dark inside but I could see the darker shapes of furniture and as my eyes adjusted to the gloom I made out what I was sure was a table lamp. I crept carefully over to it and searched for a switch and finding one I was briefly blinded by sudden brightness but relaxed with relief at the light it gave. However much I lusted for Carlo I wasn t going to have waited very long for him in a dark freezing-cold pavilion on a snowy night.



Now that I could see I found the pavilion was not large but held a comfortable cane sofa and two chairs and a small coffee table piled with magazines. And looking about I discovered there was an electric heater. I turned that on as soon as I saw it and moved it in front of one of the chairs and sat down with no idea how long Carlo would take to arrive but wanting myself and the pavilion both warm when he did.



Then I must have fallen asleep. Because the next thing I knew someone was tapping the top of my thigh and I was groggily coming too and saying Carlo. At last . . . as I opened my eyes.



But instead of Carlo I discovered a tall older stranger standing in front of me. He was looking down at me and the light was dim but I had no trouble seeing the shotgun he held loosely in his hands. It was pointing my way but it s holder had dropped the barrel so that it was hanging between my spread thighs. It must have been that he had tapped my thigh with it to waken me I knew as I sat there very still stunned and a bit afraid.



I m afraid I m not Carlo and I have no idea who you are he said casually but not moving.



The temperature was dropping rapidly as the cold air rushed in through an open door and I shivered. But that cold also brought me out of my shock.



It s dangerous to point that thing at someone I said angrily grabbing the barrel and moving it aside away from my body. And you ve left the door open.



Unfortunately there was no way I could get up out of the big deep chair I was in quickly and neatly with the stranger standing almost between my legs so I stayed there. For a moment I had thought the man standing in front of me might be a security guard patrolling the grounds but security guards don t carry shotguns and they normally wear uniforms with badges. He was in his fifties but a rugged muscular fifty with a full head of neat grizzled hair a long body and solid legs. And he was attractive with his tanned skin full lips and dark piercing eyes. Somehow I knew he would laugh easily. He didn t look like a security guard in any way. He was just too polished too well groomed and too well spoken. I worried if he was Carlo s current sugar daddy.



My visitor looked momentarily surprised and almost pleased then stepped back to the open door I m sorry. I m letting out the heat.



Having closed the door he returned and broke the shotgun open and showed me the breach Not loaded he said smiling and jiggling the shells in his pocket. I was going to head out after foxes. They got one of our house cats a few days ago but then I saw the light in here. But I did once break an intruder s arm with it he explained as he opened a tall cupboard I had not noticed set in the wall between two of the pavilion s doors and put the shotgun away with two others.



And who are you? he asked.



I had no idea what to say or do. I had a vague idea that Carlo lived wherever he found an obliging and generous lover and I didn t want to spoil his present situation. One reason our affair had been occasional was that I wasn t poor. But I couldn t offer him the sort of lifestyle he obviously enjoyed from the places he had fucked me in. Of course I had no idea what Carlo s connection to my visitor was.



My name s Andrew. And it s cold and late and I d better go I said standing up at last and smiling as if I was just some harmless vagrant and not too bright.



I moved towards the door that the stranger had just closed but he stepped in front of me.



You know you are trespassing don t you? He said.



I am trying to leave I replied I m sorry I was passing by and it started snowing so I came in here I continued knowing it sounded weak and he just stood there looking at me waiting.



I was asked to come here by a friend I said eventually annoyed at the way the man was trying to intimidate me. Obviously he s forgotten I m here so I ll leave.



The stranger didn t move and I stepped around him trying not to show I was still a bit nervous.



Carlo? he said. Tall Latin with black curly hair and a fitness model s body? he asked.



I hesitated guiltily before I replied Yes.



What s he wearing? he snapped.



When I saw him he was wearing a pale blue cashmere sweater and washed-out jeans.



I know him as Hernando he replied as he walked over and opened another cabinet built into a wall of the pavilion. It appeared there was a disguised cupboard built between each of the sets of double doors. Drink? he asked as he opened this cabinet to reveal a small but well-stocked bar.



I was caught by politeness and a bit of curiosity I confess so instead of leaving I said A scotch.



And my name is Grant the man informed me stepping over with my drink and then shaking my hand. And welcome to my pavilion he added with a smile.



Grant turned on a couple more lamps and the small pavilion became an oasis of light and warmth where we sat down opposite each other in the big-cushioned cane chairs and sipped our drinks. Grant was smiling now and looking even better than he had in the dim light. Not usual for a man his age. And I was feeling mildly turned on by him caused partly by having been ready for Carlo/Hernando whoever he was partly by the rush of adrenalin I d had when I d first seen Grant with his shotgun and by the odd situation.



So have you known Hernando long? he asked casually.



I wouldn t say that I know him I answered equally casually We ve met a few times that s all.



For Hernando I think that meeting a few times is a pretty serious relationship Grant responded smiling widely at his own joke.



I shrugged and decided things were getting complicated and I had better leave when I had finished my drink. I downed the last of it.



Thanks for the drink I said getting up. Now I had best be off I added and I moved towards the door.



But by the time I reached it Grant was standing behind me reaching around me to hold the door handle so I couldn t open the door. His other hand was pressed on my belly just below my rib cage pulling me back into his body.



You re a very sexy man he was saying his voice low and husky and his mouth right by my ear. I can understand why Hernando picked you.



I could feel his warm breath on my neck and smelt the brandy on his breath.



I want you Andrew he told me his mouth meeting my skin.



And I shivered as Grant s lips ran over my neck giving me little sucking kisses. The hand on my belly stayed there but his other hand released the doorknob and stroked my rising cock through the fabric of my pants. I d come out primed for sex. And I knew immediately his hand touched my dick that I was going to get it but just not the way I d expected.



I grunted my consent as his mouth moved up to my ear.



I m a talker Andrew Grant said in my ear his hot breath tickling I like to say just what I am going to do when I fuck. Is that OK with you? Are you happy to hear what I m going to do to your body?



Um I suppose so I mumbled not really knowing what he was talking about.



So my hand is on your belly and the other is on your dick. And I am going to run my tongue around inside your ear and see if your cock jumps. He chuckled and I moaned as he swished wetness in my ear tickling and yes it jumped.



Hmmm. Nice. Now I think its time to unzip you and let that nice sausage free and let me see if it looks as good as it feels and see how nice your balls are. Have you got nice loose balls Andrew? I like low-hanging balls on a man I m going to fuck.



Oh yes a nice big meaty piece and-ummmm heavy balls full of seed. Do you shoot a big load Andrew? I bet you do. I can t wait to see the loud you spout for me.



Hum do you like that baby my thumb on your cap rubbing you while my pinkie is trying to poke into your piss hole? Hmmm nice and hard and just a few drops of juice leaking out of you.



I gasped Yes yes as Grant s hands squeezed my rod and he tugged at my balls. I wanted him to make me come and see how much seed I could shoot for him. Christ. The talk was driving me wilder than his hands and the feel of his thick rod pressing on my lower back were.



I m hard Andrew. You feel that? Feel what you are doing to me? Hmmm and I am going to stir your insides up with my thick piece when I have you nice and open and ready for me. Mmm. Lets get these pants off you and get you naked. How about we both get naked now? It s plenty warm enough in here now.



Grant let me turn around then and as he stripped me off I unbuttoned and unzipped him and he shed the heavy jacket and a jumper and his shirt as I pushed his corduroy pants down and his briefs. Grey springy curls spread across his still-muscular chest and surrounded his nipples then tapered in to run down his belly and into a darker still-heavy bush. His thick cock was standing out stiffly and heavily veined and for a few moments we stood belly to belly and he held our pieces docked and ran his thumb over both heads slicking the precum about.



Nice he said But I m a believer in safe sex so . . . he reached for his jacket and his hand emerged with a condom and he passed it to me so I could tear the pack open. Now roll it on me he said his hands massaging my arms now and stroking up from my belly to my chest playing over my nipples before a hand returned to his jacket for a tube of lube.



Now that s done you are going to turn around and I am going to part those cute arse cheeks of your s and take a look at your hole he said and I was turning and leaning out along the back of the sofa and spreading my legs for him panting and reaching for my cock and stroking it as he continued his sexy monologue.



Nice butt he said Sweet. I like cheeks I can grab hold of and yours are big and muscular and now I have them spread I can see your brown eye winking at me. He chuckled You are going to swallow my finger as soon as I get it in you aren t you Andrew?



All I could do was moan as I felt a thick finger press in past my rim and probe.



You like getting fucked I can see one finger hardly stretches you at all. Nice so now I ll give you two fingers and stroke up your channel a couple of times and find your prostrate with them. Oh yes that s it isn t it? Grant crooned as I lurched and moaned.



Yes yes there. Fuck I grunted.



Mmmm now three fingers mm now we are starting to make your arse open up aren t we oh yes. Do you want to come now Andrew? I want you to come. I want to feel you shoot that load out and I want to see your cream.



Fuck me I gulped. Fuck me.



You want to feel my cock inside you? Filling you up before you come? Stuffing you good? I like that. Because I want to feel my cock in your arse too Andrew. My cock has been wanting to feel that since I walked in here. You have a beautiful arse and tight not too tight just right. So here comes my cock. Feel it rimming your hole? Mmm that feels so good and oh baby I m going in Grant moaned.



I m in now Andrew. God that looks beautiful my cock sliding in and out of your pucker. Oh baby yes I could work myself in your sweet channel all night. Now come up to me lift up here he reached around and placed a palm on my belly and I arched back and up to him.



Yes. Now kiss me while I stroke your dick and make you cum he whispered in my ear.



Our mouths locked and there was a strange almost silence for a while as he fisted my throbbing erection and worked his own cock in shallow strokes inside my channel until I came. Christ I spouted cum like there was gallons of it built up leaning back to him and he milked it out of me two three shots emptying me as our mouths parted and he began to fuck me deeper and harder but still holding my belly and me still arched back. Feeling his cock head rubbing across my spot until he tightened up I m coming. I m going to fill you with my seed baby. Oh yes fuck.

He pumped hard then jerked and jerked again and I wished I could feel what he was letting loose flooding me inside. I wanted to feel his cum dribbling out of my ass. Just thinking that had me moan. We hung there for a while recovering. Then as Grant s dick slipped out of me I heard a door open and a draught of cold air blew across me. I turned to see that Carlo or Hernando whatever was standing inside the pavilion and smiling broadly.



So he is a good fuck my friend Andrew? Carlo said moving towards us.



Your Andrew is a better fuck than you are Hernando. And I can t wait to see his cock plowing your ass as I plow his Grant said still holding me to him. What do you think Andrew? he asked me kissing my cheek rubbing his face against mine. Do you want to have my cock buried in your sweet ass as you fuck Hernando? And later Hernando can fuck you as I plow him he crooned with his mouth again at my ear and his hands flying up and down my body as I leant back against him reaching for my already reloading dick as I watched Carlo/Hernando strip off his pale blue cashmere sweater.

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