Cory and Aristotle

The only time Cory ever regretted loving an older man was the day that Aristotle died of a sudden heart attack. It hadn't been love in the early beginning, but it didn't take long for them both to realize that they were hopelessly in love with each other.

Cory had moved from Chicago to Phoenix just a few months before he met Aristotle cruising in a park. Aristotle had been going there for years because he liked young boys. Everyone seemed younger than him in those days, but he preferred those that were too young to go to the bars.

Aristotle, a wealthy man, accumulated much of his wealth in the porn industry in the early seventies. Back then, porn videos weren't as accessible as they are these days. Most of the movies he made were purchased through a catalog and sent to the buyers through the mail. By the time he got out of the movie making business, he was a rich man. He bought a hotel in Fort Lauderdale and had the entire ninth floor renovated so that it would serve as his home. He was thirty five years old at the time.

He worked every day, often from morning until night. He always made sure that he took time every couple of days to invite a cute, small-framed kid to his place where he kept them occupied for at least an hour. Aritotle loved rimming and licking boy pussy. When he had a boy in his grasp, he did just that until they were ready to be fucked. After he ejaculated, he would rim, eat and lick until the kid had either wanted to be fucked again or wanted to leave.

Later, when he decided that the management he had in place at the hotel resort was reliable, he moved to Phoenix and later bought a chain of adult book stores in seven different states. He hired his nephew Josh as a general manager of the stores. He visited them with Josh about once a year, but otherwise, he had very little to do with their operation.

Cory had been working as a waiter at an Italian restaurant in Chicago when he was approached by the owner who asked him if he would be interested in relocating to Phoenix to go to work for a family member that was opening a restaurant there. When he got a call from Anthony in Phoenix and was told that he had an apartment that he could live if for nothing but the utilities for six months, his mind was made up quickly.

Cory's dad had molested him in his early teen years and now, at eighteen, it seemed like he would never get away to make a life for himself. He hadn't liked what had happened at fourteen, but it didn't take long before he began to accept it as a way of life and not much longer before he actually liked it. He was fond of sucking his dad's (Eddie) cock almost immediately. For a brief time, he had spit out Eddie's cum after his dad, still in his early thirties, ejaculated. Later, as he found himself sucking cock with friends and in a park close to his home, he decided that holding it in his mouth before eventually swallowing it, made sucking cock even better.

He had a harder time learning to like Eddie's cock in his little boy pussy. He knew that Eddie was going to have his way with him, so he made up his mind quickly to not fight it and hoped that it was quick. Cory started fucking Franco, a poor neighborhood kid and later, he met Chad, a kid as versatile as himself and they ended up fucking each other.

After that, he not only loved serving as a receptacle for his father's ejaculatory man loads, but he liked the way Eddie held him in his arms and kissed him long after it was over. He liked the new way that Eddie treated him. Eddie was more affectionate even when they weren't in a sexual encounter. Cory hoped for a boyfriend that would love him as much as his dad did, but he didn't think he could ever find anyone that could make him feel as loved as he dad did.

He was only eighteen years old when he moved to Phoenix and met Aristotle in the park one night. Aristotle, a small framed man of five foot eight, covered with body hair, was still handsome af fifty-nine. He had invited Cory into his vehicle and given him a blowjob.

Cory had the look that Aristotle was always looking for. He was five foot four, weighed only one hundred and twenty pounds, had nice muscle tone and an eight inch cock. Aristotle had never brought any of his young playmates back to his house the way that he had to the hotel years earlier. He sometimes took them to a hotel or to a nude cabaret that he owned, but never to his house. He knew he wanted to see Cory again, so he asked if they could meet again in the same place.

Much to his surprise, Cory showed up and this time, he took Aristotle's nine incher into his mouth, sucked him to completion and elated when Aristotle reciprocated. Afterward, they kissed and talked and agreed to meet again the next night.

After their third night, Aristotle invited Cory to his home where he buried his face between Cory's young buttocks and rimmed and swept his tongue up and down, pushing it inside and happily listening to Cory moan with pleasure. After he pushed his cock into Cory and released his cum deep inside of the young boy pussy, he sucked Cory to completion. Later, they toured Aristotle's home and property.

Cory had never seen a privately owned swimming pool in his life, but to see one that was a large as the city pool that he played at in Chicago as a boy, was completely unbelievable to him. The two of them swam naked, kissing, licking and sucking until Aristotle took him back into the house. He was totally taken by surprise as the two of them stood naked while Aristotle introduced him to Mona, his forty-eight year old housekeeper.

"She knows I love being naked and most of close friends that visit me are usually naked. Mona doesn't think anything of it. She's a wonderful and loyal employee," Aristotle told him as he pulled him close and kissed him lightly on the forehead.

They visited several rooms in a wing of the house separate from Aristotle's bedroom and then when they headed to the opposite end of the house, they stopped in the kitchen where Cory was introduced to Margaret, his cook for the past twenty years. The forty-three year old motherly type seemed even less interested in their nudity than Mona had.

Off of Aristotle's bedroom, they entered a huge playroom with slings, six big king sized beds, and beautifully framed artwork of nude young men throughout. Cory had never been in a sling so when Aristotle suggest that he lie in the sling to get his boypussy licked, Cory anxiously accepted.

Later, as Aristotle lifted Cory from the sling, he carried him a few feet away to one of the beds. He place Cory on his back and pushed his legs into the air and entered the tender young boypussy once again. Later, they slept and didn't wake up until mid morning. Cory had to depart quickly in order to report for work on time.

After than, they didn't see each other for more than a week because Aristotle had to leave town to meet with lawyers over some issues with one of his bookstores. Cory met a forty year old African American man in the park and ended up going home with him. Freeman's home was an apartment, modest but clean and comfortable, much like the one cory lived in.

Cory had been curious about black men since a couple of years earlier, he had seen his friend, Anthony, give a black kid a blowjob in a toilet at one of the parks that they cruised together. As Freeman took him in his arms and handled him as though he were fragile, Cory trembled with excitement. Freeman entered him with caution and made long slow thrusts into Cory until the boy's cock erupted. It was the only time he saw Freeman, but it was a memory that still made his nuts churn when he thought about that night.

When Aristotle returned, he visited the park as always and hoped to see Cory, but did not. Cory had discovered another cruising area that he had found even better than the park. He and another waiter from the restaurant, twenty-four year old Leo, started hanging out at the park together. On the nights when they found no one suitable to have sex with, Cory invited Leo home with him.

Leo had no interest in being a top, but he welcomed Cory's eight inch piece into his and the two became even better friends.

It had been a month since Aristotle and Cory had last seen one another. It was late at night when Cory couldn't sleep that he walked to the park and found Aristotle's car parked there. He approached the car slowly, not wanting to disturb him in the event he had someone in the car with him. When he got within twenty feet of the car, Aristotle stepped out of the car and with a big smile and open arms, greeted his young friend.

Later that night after Aristotle had pumped his cream into Cory and had rimmed and soothed the young boy cunt with his tongue, they swam together again. Aristotle asked Margaret to bring him his usual peppermint schnapps out to the pool and to bring one for Cory also. Margaret was more like a friend than an employee to Aristotle so it wasn't unusual that she sat with them and had a schnapps with them.

Cory wasn't completely comfortable sitting naked with the woman, but he decided he liked her okay. The next morning was the first time they exchanged phone numbers.

In the coming weeks, they saw each other about once a week, usually on a Sunday. Aristotle took Cory to his house where they swam and played together until it was dark outside and then, they would shower and get dressed to go to one of Aristotle's favorite restaurants. On those nights, he always had one of his employees, George drive them in the limo. He loved to drink wine and knew that he would be tipsy by the time they left the restaurant. Cory sometimes sneaked a drink of Aristotle's merlot, but he wasn't disappointed that he couldn't drink more. He knew if he wanted it, he could have it when they returned to Aristotle's house.

Late one Sunday night as they rode in the limo back to the house, Aristotle said," Cory, I'm fifty-nine years old and I've never had a long term relationship. I never wanted one. Since I've met you, I'm beginning to think that I've been missing the boat all of these years. Sex with you has gotten better each time. I think I might be in love with you."