"Fuck me hard." Willie told him. "Nice and hard."

"You got it, kid." Jeff agreed and began to move in the old, familiar rhythms. He and his wife had fucked like this at times, side by side, he could keep this up all night long if she had let him, and he wished mightily she would have let him do just that. Too often, they'd just gotten into a real nice rhythm, his wife and him, and she'd moan that she was tired, could he hurry up. Turning a long marathon sex session into a quickie on him, no wonder he'd gotten cranky and she'd turned that into an excuse to divorce him!

Willie didn't say a word, just moans and grunts and motions of his hips to send Jeff's dong deeper into him with each thrust the mighty man gave him, and this was how it went. Jeff fell into that set of sensations that told him this would be a great climax if he just took his time about it, one of those times that you have to hump for a half hour or more to let it build up right. No matter how much you speed it up, the climax is going to wait that long and speeding things up might bring on the climax, but it would be a ghost of its proper self.

But Willie let him go at his own pace, only urging him to do it harder, harder, and that was the way Jeff liked it best. He rammed that hot young ass for a long, uncounted time side-by-side, then he rolled Willie over and climbed on top, and that let him fuck Willie harder like he wanted and Jeff fucked him another good while and then, only then, did his climax agree that this was the time for him to release it.

By then, Jeff was a hot, sweaty pile of man-flesh and Willie's body was slick with it as well, that made their bodies slide over each other easily, smoothly, and Jeff lowered his body until he was in full-body contact with the young farmboy and he growled, "Okay, Willie, I'm about to blow my load, you're going to get a buttload of my jizz now, are you up to it, boy, do I need to pull out?"

"No, no, come inside me, come in me hard, I need it hard, come on, hard." Willie murmured.

And Jeff let his orgasm wash over him and he gasped out, "You...got it...kid! Here! UH-HUHHH-GUHHHHH!" He hit climactic joy, and shoved his dong in hard and held it there, let it pulse as he jetted his jizz into Willie's butt, hot, rich wads of man-spunk and it was flowing into that warm, warm ass and it was the first time since his divorce that he felt at peace with himself while in the act of making love. You can't feel at peace when screwing a hooker in the back seat of a car, or up against a dirty brick wall! But this was Willie's bed and he was comfortable and everything was right and he came and came and came, a timeless period of joy that was either a few seconds or an hour, who cares, it was there and it was all good.

And it ended, but slowly, as if his joy didn't want to release his body, wanted it to remain in that state of ecstatic ejaculation, but his flesh was weak and it subsided just the same, and he was weak with its passing, and he felt all the fatigue of his life and his pains and his loneliness boil up and overcome him, and he fell asleep the very moment he rolled off Willie's ass and onto the mattress to one side. Just. Like. That!