“We can’t be lovers…do the math…you’re eighteen…and I just turned forty-seven this summer…that’s twenty-nine years! When you were born I’d already been through two lovers and who knows how many ‘quickies!’”

“But you’re so…I mean, you’re in such good…and you look…”

“Figure this…in roughly thirty years, when you’re my age…how old will I be?”

“Um…seventy-seven…?”

“Right! Now, put yourself in my place - do you think that I, at my present age, would be interested in sex with ANY guy that’s seventy-seven years old?”

“Well…”

“That doesn’t mean that I might not love some guy that’s seventy-seven, but he sure as hell wouldn’t be my lover when I’m only forty seven! Make sense?”

“Yeah, but…well, I just don’t want to be a ‘plaything’ y’know? I mean, I want to be more like…am I your plaything?” By this time Randy was fully erect – a pearl of pre-cum glistening on the tip of his dick.

“Yes and no…”

“Yes and no? You mean, I am?”

Rod heard the hurt in Randy’s voice. “Yes, because I’m gonna play with you as much, and as often, and for as fuckin’ long as I possibly can – like this, or with my tongue…or any other part of my body that I can use to get your rocks off! No, because you’re not just a ‘thing’ – that’s something to be used and thrown away…you’re a sweet, hot, handsome, sexy, intelligent young man that I want to carefully steer around the pitfalls of being who…or what…you are! I hope I can help you avoid some of the pain that I’ve had on this weird journey, so that at my age you’ll a contented man – like I am, with a great life and have a hot young buck craving your attention…like you crave mine!”

“Oh, man…you’re getting’ me close!”

“That’s the plan…this is the ‘play’ part of ‘plaything!’” Rod tightened his grip on Randy’s fiery pole…three, four, five firm strokes and he exploded, shooting stream after stream of hot jizm, coating his own chest and actually splashing some on Rod’s cheek!

“Oh, yeah…that was so great! Rod, man…I love you - and I guess it’s ok that you’re not my lover…but I want to be around you for a bunch of years!”

“If I have anything to do with it, you will be, man…and you’re gonna have some, no a LOT of great sex with some great guys…and me too!”

“Like this guy, Zeb?”

“Yeah…he is one hot stud, and he’s gonna go ape over you!”

“Do I have to do Pierre…or let him do me?”

“When you’re ready and if you want to…no question he’s gonna wanna ‘sock’ you, but for some reason…he’d rather have me ‘sock’ him, so you might not ever get the chance…even if you wanted to!” Rod filled his hand with Randy’s spent package. “These goodies will be under my constant surveillance and supervision…no one messes with this package without my explicit knowledge and permission – so if you get hit on, and don’t like it…I’ll take care of it, OK?”

“Deal!”