It was the golden hour and you were spending it with Brian in his backyard in LA. The awards season was over, the Oscars performance was a huge success –Brian and the boys rocked the audience along with the whole world –and now he decided to stay in LA a little more, to give you two some time to rest and enjoy each other's company. He knew he wouldn't have much free time later as he had a very tight schedule in spring and then the summer tour, which was going to be a success as the tickets were already sold out. So instead of going to rainy London you two were chilling under a palm tree, enjoying the beautiful Californian sunset. You were absent-mindedly playing with Brian's soft silver curls while his head was resting on your lap and his long skillful fingers were gently and sensually stroking bare skin of your thigh. He was wearing black cargo shorts and a tee with an alien which was one of his (and yours, because it showed his tummy whenever he raised his hand) favorite T-shirts. Your right hand was tracing random patterns on his chest and occasionally pulling his short T-shirt further up to expose his cute little tummy that you loved so much.
"Love", says Brian in his deep velvet voice, "I was wondering what we should do for International Women's Day – do we go back home or stay here?"
"I don't really care, Bri, as long as I get to have you by my side", you replied softly pulling his curl.
He giggled, caught your hand in his and gently pressed it to his lips. "Okay, dove, but tell me, what would you like me to get you for this holiday?"
You didn't reply immediately because there actually was something you wanted but you didn't know how to put it into words. So you were deep in thought and that's why you didn't pay much attention to what you were doing with your hand.
"Baby, you know what that little finger of yours does to me, right?"
You looked at your hand and realized that you were drawing circles on the shirt around his nipple which was hardening under your touch.
"Sorry not sorry",you mumbled and he chuckled again.
The reason you were so preoccupied was that you were reminiscing on one particular night.
It was New Year's Eve and you came home from a party, both a little drunk. You went straight upstairs to your bedroom where things got heated very fast and it didn't take long for you to get rid of your clothes. "Brian, wait, give me five minutes, baby, I need to go to the shower", you said, breathing heavily and trying to free yourself as he was pulling you closer with his huge hands. He licked his lips and you used this moment of distraction to push him on the bed. He groaned but couldn't get up so you ran to the bathroom, throwing last glance at him and freezing on your tracks, because he was staring at you with his hazel eyes full of lust and his hand teasingly stroking his hard shaft. You took a real quick shower because that image of him with leaking cock in his hands made your core burn with need. But when you returned to the bedroom you saw a picture you didn't expect to see. Brian was lying fully naked on his stomach with arms folded under his head and right leg bent in the knee exposing his lean but muscular back and toned hairy butt and you were struck once again by how fit and beautiful his body was for a 71 year old man, only the silver of his hair betrayed his real age. This vision was so attractive and sensual that you rushed into the bed to feel that beauty under your touch. You lied next to his gorgeous body and whispered into his ear:"Brian, sweetheart, I'm here and I need you". He didn't stir and you started stroking his back, slowly moving down to his butt.
You slided your hand lower and lower between his hairy thighs, until you found the warm delicate skin of his balls. You palmed them tenderly and heard a deep sigh. "I'm sorry love... think I've drunk too much, I'm completely spent", he murmured, slowly turning his head around to look you in the eyes, showing you his, half closed, dreamy hazel ones. "It's okay, sweetheart", you cooed, "Just let me make you feel good". You brushed the silver curls off of his neck and leaned in to kiss the soft flesh. His natural, intoxicating scent engulfed you and you started tracing your lips to his ear, nibbling and licking the lobe, then going back down his neck. Your right hand continued massaging his balls, rolling and squeezing them gently while your thumb started rubbing on the area between them and the entrance, making your curly haired lover hiss at the sensation. That's when a devilish thought came to your mind. Your hand left his balls and moved up to his bum. You squeezed his right butt cheek, making him lift his leg even higher and unconsciously expose himself to you. You brought middle finger to your mouth and coated it thoroughly with saliva, seconds later repeating the action with your index. Your hand landed again on Brian's little peach, moving closer and closer to his never touched before, tight little hole. The moment your wet fingertip met your boy's puckered entrance, he inhaled sharply but didn't move. You started circling the area, leaving a patch of wet kisses on your lover's neck. You felt his breathing accelerated. Suddenly he shifted, giving you more access to the most sensitive and intimate part of his body. "Love... please..." He whispered and you knew he didn't want you to wait any longer. You pressed your index finger into his tight ring of muscles and a soft high-pitched moan escaped Brian'slips.
