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By *aza OP Man
4 weeks ago
Walsall |
I was a late bloomer, and hesitant to admit I was gay. I would fantasize about men and watch the odd gay porn, but after cumming would fool myself into believing I wasn’t really into it.
I was nearing my late twenties when I finally came to terms with who I was. I needed to meet a man and see how I responded when fantasy turned into reality.
I had always been turned on watching porn where younger twenty-something guys bottomed for older men. The thought of turning that into reality got me hard. I created a profile on a site where that type of inter-generational relationship was the main focus. I had a few conversations on there, but one man really grabbed my attention. His name was Murray. He was 72, 6’2”, around 220lbs and a top. He knew what he wanted and painted a very intriguing picture in my mind. We chatted back in forth for a couple of weeks until I finally mustered the courage to agree to meet him.
Murray lived about an hours drive away. We agreed to meet at a coffee shop for a vibe check. I was so nervous on the way there. It was a mix of fear and anticipation. Finally I arrived and found him waiting for me. He gave me a smile and a knowing wink. His confidence was magnetic. We exchanged pleasantries, and both felt the sexual tension. He told me to follow him to his place.
Murray was a nudist. He told me the rule in his house was once in the door I had to take off my clothes, fold them up and leave them by the door. Being on the quieter, submissive side I obeyed. Once both naked, he wrapped me in a hug and gave me a deep kiss. I wasn’t used to hugging someone larger than me. It gave me butterflies thinking of submitting to this powerful mature man. His lips were so soft and I melted a little as our tongues probed each other’s mouths.
Murray had an in ground pool in his back yard. After breaking his embrace he instructed me to make my way to the pool. He was going to make us a drink, then join me. The water was just right. I had skinny dipped before, I loved the feeling of being free from a swimsuit. The water caressing my bum and hardening cock. Murray soon joined me, handing me a rum and . After each taking a sip, we quickly returned to kissing. His strong body against mine felt so good. I reached down and held his cock. It felt so nice in my hands as it hardened. I told him this was my first time holding another man’s dick. He said he liked my touch, explore as much as I wanted. I felt surreal, Murray’s hard cock in one hand, mine in another.
After a while Murray would swim away, teasing me, staring at me from the other side of the pool. This happed a couple of times, until my horniness was too much and I followed him. He sat me on the ledge of the pool and took my cock into his mouth. It felt amazing, his warm mouth, soft lips devouring my cock. He knew what he was doing and how to make my body shake with pleasure. He took me to the very edge of cumming, then pulled back. With a little smirk he lifted himself out of the pool, sat next to me and gave me the deepest kiss. Then while nibbling my ear whispered, “Time to move this into the bedroom.”
Once inside all my previous nerves were gone. Murray’s confidence, sex appeal had melted it away. It was replaced by desire stronger than I had ever felt. I knew I was going to give my 28 year old body to this masculine, macho 72 year old man. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hard 7” cock standing strait up. He motioned for me, and instinctually I knew what to do. I knelt in front of him and took his cock into my mouth. Trying my best to remember all the things he had earlier done to me, knowing I just want this man to feel pleasure. Murray became very vocal, instructing me what to do. Lick his shaft from balls to tip, swirl my tongue around his head, lick the slit, don’t forget to pay attention to his balls. He told me to slid as much as I could down my throat, don’t worry if you gag, he likes that. As I glanced up I could see him putting lube on his fingers. He slowly slipped one finger in my ass, then two. It felt uncomfortable at first, but he expertly worked them in, managing to slip in a third. I did everything he told me, gagging and slobbering all over his cock as he loosened my virgin hole.
Finally he put his hand under my chin and lifted my gaze to his eyes. His cock still in my hungry mouth he told me to lay on the bed on my back. He spread my legs and crawled between. Sliding his fingers back inside me as he stuck his tongue back into my mouth. After a few moments he looked at me and said, “I think you’re ready.”
He put my legs over his shoulders I could feel his hard cock pressing against my asshole. I felt vulnerable, but somehow didn’t care. My body was now his to use and I wanted it. Slowly he slid in, there was pain, but it was too late to turn back. I wanted this, I wanted him inside me. After a moment he was all the way in, I could feel his large balls against my ass. He just stayed there looking at me as my burning hole got used to him being inside me. I can only imagine how it felt for him. His cock being squeezed by my warm tight hole.
After what seemed like eternity, and as the pain was beginning to be replaced by pleasure he began to slide in and out of me. Very slowly at first, inch by inch in and out. I think he could read it on my face that I was beginning to enjoy it so he gradually sped his thrust up. After a while I couldn’t imagine my ass not being filled with his throbbing cock, it felt so good and I wanted it so badly. I was moaning uncontrollably, digging my fingers into his thrusting ass checks, pulling him into me. He jacked my stiff cock as he pumped until I couldn’t contain myself anymore and came all over my stomach. He scooped up some of my cum onto his finger and put it my mouth. I sucked it off as he continued to pump into me.
Finally I could feel him tightening inside me. He began to grunt loudly, pumping faster. I tried to squeeze his cock with my ass then I felt him squirt inside me. This felt amazing. His sweaty body collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around him, his cock still inside me. We lay like that quietly for a while. I could feel him gradually softening. Then he kissed me again. I knew this was what I wanted, and now there was no going back. Fantasy was now reality and I liked it. |
