Anthology of pegging Paul (among other things) throughout the years. It spans from 1962 to 1994
Its not a narrative love story, but more of an interconnected series of events. It's in the second person. I tried to make any physical descriptions vagu...
He is still attractive at 51. What a guy. The way he's (flirty?) with the interviewer should make me cringe but it doesn't.
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The thrilling conclusion!
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Even at 51, Paul was touring again. He sure loved it.
If you were him, you would've retired to a private island with your own personal harem twenty years ago. Suppose he was a better man than you for that.
If there was one thing you admired about him, it was his drive, his never ending ambition. Paul didn't seem to slow down with age, the same enthusiasm for his work that he had when he was just starting. He was truly in his element whilst creating or performing.
It was nice to be home though, finally you had him to yourself. As soon as you entered the foyer, you pressed your lips against his, feeling his warm body against your. You wrapped your arms around the dip in his waist, pulling him to you by the curve of his back. He had a feminine look to his body even now.
1963 was thirty years ago, and he was older, but still very lovely. Some creases had formed around his eyes, the skin around them crinkled endearingly when he smiled. Besides that, there was the natural wear and tear that would eventually appear on your skin throughout the years.
You didn't mind any of it in the slightest. He was the same man. He carried himself the same, had the same mannerisms that always entranced you. He kept his endless optimism, enthusiasm for life, the passion.
He hadn't brought it up, but you noticed the subtlest signs Paul was getting frustrated by his inevitable aging.
It seemed that people revered due to their beauty, people like him, found it became a part of their identity. It was something they were admired for, it defined them. It hit them harder than others when evidence of their age began to appear.
Since Paul hadn't, you didn't want to bring it up. You thought it'd make him feel worse if you picked up on his insecurity. Instead, you'd made a point to show how you still very much craved him.
This house was out in the country, obviously the city wasn't the best place for privacy. You were thankful though, that things had calmed down over the years.
You hadn't gotten a chance to get your hands on him for the past few days. Another thing that had thankfully not disappeared was his sex drive. He loved sex, and he wasn't going to let time slow down his libido.
Paul reciprocated the kiss enthusiastically, his hands getting tangled in your hair. He pressed his crotch harder into your body instinctively. You gently maneuvered him over the wall, pressing him against it. Paul smiled into the kiss as your hands explored his beautifully arched back. He grinded against you as you pushed him to the wall harder.
You broke the kiss, retreating slightly away in order to see his pretty face. Lovely. He had such a sweet expression too, smiling softly. The crinkles around his eyes became more pronounced, and it brought more emphasis to his dark hazel eyes. As his laugh lines came from his quickness to smile, it couldn't be seen as a flaw.
