So many of these young guys don’t have many opportunities to hook up, especially if they are looking for a mature man to give them some dick. I’m almost always happy to oblige. Hell, I could fuck a tight young hole twice a day if I had a chance. Unfortunately, I have a place in the community. People would not approve of me having a lover half my age. They would wonder whether they could trust me if they sent their sons to my shop. They shouldn’t. I don’t want to get a reputation as the “old perv” among the young men that I like to look at, either, even if I can’t fuck all of them. Apart from sex, I need their business, too.

So I have to be discrete and take my tight young boy ass where I can find it. Logan and I finally did connect that day and I made sure that he was as glad as I was. Like I say, I’m a horny old man and I wont fuck just any boy, but I don’t set my standards too high, either. Logan, though, he was special. He was the kind of boy that I would keep, if I could.

When he came back to pick up his tux, I made sure we had plenty of time to “make adjustments.” It was even better than the first time. Of course, it usually is. That first time, most young guys are nervous. Even if they are sexually experienced, they probably haven’t been with many mature men, or picked up strangers at all for that matter. A big man like myself towering over them, sporting what’s often the biggest cock they’ve ever seen is intimidating, even if they know they want it.

The second time, though, they come in practically begging. They know my big dick will fit in their tiny holes, and they know how good I can make them feel after I get it in. For some of them, I’m just a passing experience; one that my ego hopes they won't forget any time soon. Others would like more, but just don’t have the means, or opportunity, to keep returning to my shop. Occasionally, there are boys that can and do. With Logan, though, I really hit the jackpot. He ticked off all of the boxes, and he has his own car and the freedom to do what he wants.

After the wedding was over and he returned the tux, things might have been over between us, but he surprised me one afternoon, a week later, by turning up at my shop. When I looked up and saw him coming in the door, my dick was so hard it hurt before he even said, “Hello.” Unfortunately, I had a client due in about ten minutes and we didn’t even have time for a kiss. I couldn’t resist the chance to have his sweet ass again, though. Honestly, I was starting to have feelings for the little guy that weren’t just sexual.

That was when I broke my usual rule and invited him over to my house on my day off. I wasn’t at all sure that it was a good idea, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted more than just a quick fuck on the floor of my studio. As it turned out, we had a quick fuck on my dining room table, but I’m getting ahead of myself. As luck would have it, a client had a last minute fashion emergency and I had to come to the rescue.

I could have put Logan off, but I was just too invested for that. I called him and explained the situation and texted him the combination to the front door. It would be easy enough to change later if I needed to but, honestly, I was kind of hoping this wouldn’t be the only time that he would be using it. My client had tripped and landed on his knees. Fortunately he was unhurt but he tore a small hole in his dress pants. I came to his event and got them repaired well enough to get through the afternoon. He would need new pants later but very likely, nobody even noticed.

An hour later, I walked into the house to find Logan sitting at my dining room table. He looked a little bit down. I wasn’t sure if it was boredom, being alone in a strange house, frustration that our time together was being disrupted, or something more serious, but I figured my cock plowing his hole would take his mind off of it. If that didn’t fix things, I would help with the rest of it later, if I could.

I walked up behind him and started rubbing his shoulders. I mentioned that he looked a little stressed, just wanting to let him know that he meant more to me than a fuck toy, but also giving him the chance to back out if he wasn’t in the mood for sex.

As I unbuttoned his shirt, I stroked the velvety skin covering his perfect pecs and abs, and I could feel his body relaxing. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with vulnerability that I couldn’t interpret, but he was responding to my touch so I continued removing his shirt. He stood up as I took it off. I turned him around, kissing him hungrily. I felt his body tremble with desire and, when he reached for the hard dick straining the front of my pants, I knew that, for the moment, at least, everything was fine.

Logan dropped to his knees, opened my pants and started giving me the most amazing blow job. In between chowing down on my drooling cock like a starving man, he looked up at me with innocent puppy dog eyes, like he’s begging for my approval. Needless to say, he had it! It didn’t take long before I had to have his ass. I couldn’t wait a minute longer. I just stood him up, bent him over the table, and shoved my cock into his hole.

A few minutes later, when I hiked his leg up onto the table and headed into the home stretch, I realized that I had never fucked a boy on my dining table before. Logan is special in so many ways. I may be an old man but I can still get it up several times a day, especially for a boy like Logan.