That was, without a doubt, the best sex that I’d ever had! And all it took was the skills of an elder Omega who worked my phallus like no other. I had to write s…e…x on his back because that’s what he gave to me like a silent prayer.

I wanted Robbie to reclaim that same talent when I heard the toilet flush and then his footsteps coming down the stairs. I got up and stretched back like a gymnast until I couldn’t any more — then came back up and there he stood with a washed face; sweaty hair; and dark eyes that told me he was no longer in his twenties. I knew that Robbie carried a sinking stone, most shifters his age did. But Robbie’s seemed to be the reason why I couldn’t impose that we fuck again on this floor.

He made me an early morning snack which was some raw beef and green-and-red peppers. We munched hungrily, as he poured some wine into a glass that I took and sipped. His home was what I would call lived in, meaning, it had the essence of his entire smell in every room. He was neat, with everything being placed accordingly with a filing system method: like his office in one corner of the living room with a four-draw storage cabinet and box files and pink dividers on his desk.

The kitchen barely had a crumb on the floor. “We can eat in the living room. I hardly use the kitchen table.”

I didn’t ask Robbie why that was, but his desk looked like it suffered from neglect to. “You sure are a clean freak.” I let him know with that tone that I wasn’t.

“It just helps to be organized when your profession is an accountant. I deal with plenty of paper work, so I need to know that if I need this…then I’ll find it there.”

“Uh huh.” I stuffed a juicy piece of beef into my gob and chewed with no manners.

“Are you the opposite?”

He waited for me to chew-chew-chew-away. “Mmm-hmm. I pretty much chuck a dirty pair of jeans on my floor and forget it for the next two-days until laundry must be done. My home reflects me very much.”

“Would that be messy, Sean?”

“Not messy…just scattered all over the place. Life of a mechanic involves me…”

Robbie took the plate out of my hands and laid it onto the floor — before pouncing on me with no warning. I reckoned it was the sight of us both being butt-naked and me trying to cover a shy boner that I couldn’t contain.

His muscular but slender torso bobbled energetically on-top until he sank and allowed the deepness to take us both on a slow-mo-stroll. I was trying to keep up with his stamina as he did things that left me purring for more. I was just the passenger as he took control of the kissing; neck biting; and then the hip movements that aroused me so much I was digging my blunt nails into the flesh of his ass.

I took Robbie’s phallus in my hand, and firmly gripped the front of his neck so he could look down and marvel at my stroke module that worked with my sweaty hands. I tried not to cut off his air supply, but as we gazed at each other, both our breaths were being taken away. I was in auto-pilot and Robbie was manually creating the smell of the riding cowboy that went on until he stopped with his lungs that heaved close to my eye-balls.

We were like two red-hot pokers, and at one point I embraced Robbie after five-minutes more, so he could slow down. “I…I…I think we’ve been at it for more than an hour!” I gulped tiredly. “Any water in this place?”

“Do you really want me to get off you?”

“My heart’s beating way too fast…and if I don’t, I think I’ll pass-out and you’ll have to call my mother.”

We took a break, but after some wine and sparkling water we were back at it again — with Robbie on all fours and my hand rested on his back. I had the freehand attending to the loneliness of his loins whilst I shoved his hole and felt like a drunken sailor slapping the bare back of a bull.

Robbie became so excitable that he became a paddle-ball with my penis as the string, which he kept leaping from. I levelled my spine and watched his buttocks slap my navel with a constant wobbly-wobble. Then I faintly put my hand and watched how it measured Robbie like a speed dial. I was becoming soft…and before I knew it, Robbie was detaching himself from me and sucking the pollen back into that flower bud.

Even though his mouth caused me to jiggle with an aroused tanginess, my phallus had travelled to Robbie’s cave and come back with a powerful impotence. We would have to let me rest because I just couldn’t go any further.

* * *

Me and Robbie did the sixty-nine in the morning, but he insisted we have some breakfast, so we cut it short and talked some more. “Where did you learn how to fuck like that, Robbie? It’s insane how you can just keep going without a break.”

“You can blame the rise of the season…if you get what I mean?”

“I honestly feel bad, but I do. But give yourself some credit, you’ve worked me into a puddle of water.”

“Ha. Don’t tell me you’re done? I have a couple more strides in me.”

“Damn. Have we been locked up in your home for a year yet?”

“Something like that.” We both smiled. “I can’t keep my hands off you, Sean. You put something in that brandy?”

“Yep. My charm.”

“I don’t think it’s your charm embarrassing me like this. It’s your ability to make me feel like I can be that way and you’ll appreciate it.”

“Listen, who am I to let down an Omega who wants to stay locked up for two days with nothing but food, sex, and conversation? I’m not worthy to get in the way of your plans. And you sure do keep good food.” I tore a great chunk out of the sourdough loaf and chewed.

Robbie watched me eat and swallow thoughtfully, then asked, “Does the…uh…does the age bother you?”

I pretended to keep chewing to avoid the answer that came awkwardly from him.

“Be honest. Most Alpha’s think of me as ten-carat-gold left on a shelf. Or, they make me feel that way.”

A problem arose when I noticed Robbie’s fiery heat was simmering down with ice. And that ice came from his confession that signified a clear message: that me and him would have to talk. We had chemistry, it was there. But my philosophy as a mechanic is do not fix what isn’t broken. Now, people tell me that’s bizarre because I fix cars, trucks, lorries, washing machines, but I won’t fix a shifter.

And me and Robbie hadn’t properly talked yet. We flirted around the dirt heap, but didn’t dive inside. So, the next few hours meant kissing; fondling each other’s genitals, and then returning to his room for more oral until Robbie came and I was pleased he did. Now that we were even, the night came, and I felt extracted from my body. I needed sleep. And so, did he. We drifted off with the morning a new challenge for us to deal with: a real conversation.