Reminiscing. Stevie and I strolled to the remote part of our backyard to a clearing within the woods near our back fence, remembering the good times we have had in this house and the mischief my sons got into. I am surprised they didn’t burn the place down in all their play. Only now, that mischief has a new twist as we have become very sexual. Realizing that, as everyone grows up, their needs and desires grow up as well. While talking about the good times we’ve shared there, Stevie walked up to me and gave me a sweet kiss, telling me that he wanted to create another memory. As we looked into each other’s eyes, I realized we both wanted more, a lot more. I took his hand and told him to follow me. For some reason this time I held his hand as we walked to the house and up to the bedroom. Deep inside, I didn’t want to let him go, or lose this moment. Time is precious and short. Finally, I have come to this realization, later in life.As we got to the bed, we came together and kissed. Once again, I am with my Stevie, one on one, alone, intimate, and the desire between us burned. Once our shirts were removed, I nuzzled my beard in the nape of his neck, kissing him. I reached down, unbuttoned his pants, sliding my hands in, rubbing him. I pulled his jeans off, getting him to lay back, opening his legs. Sliding his underwear to the side, I moved down to eat him out, tonguing, licking and hearing his delightful moans. I became more aroused and horny.My dick was stone hard by this time, and when I pulled down my underwear, freeing it from its cocoon of material, it popped out, pointed right at him. Stevie moved over to the edge of the bed, sucking me. My dick is very fat. Few can take too much of it in their mouths, but Stevie has learned how to orally please me with his mouth, and his hands, rubbing the shaft and massaging my balls. By now, I was ready, and I needed to fuck him. He knew that and laid back. With both feet perched on my right shoulder, I began teasing his man pussy with the head of my cock, easing in a little more stroke after stroke. Before long, I was pushing in as deep as he could take. Soon, I shoved a pillow under him to get him at the right height and began pounding him hard. Damn, I do love to hear a bed rattle and creak during a good round of fucking. I moved Stevie back on the bed, got up there with him, squatted down and pushed back in. That was the first time I remember fucking him in that way. He loved it!Flipping over, I got Stevie to ride me cowboy style. As we fucked harder and harder, we both heated up until we were both close to climaxing. I couldn’t hold it anymore and shot him full of cum deep in his special hole, filling it up. Afterward, our postcoital time was so sweet, with my cum dripping out of him onto me while we held each other, kissing and savoring the moment. I know that once we have fully moved out of this house into a smaller one, our intimate times will continue, and I look forward to them all.