I’d seen this guys profile a number of times but he was never online when I was near, I’d looked at his profile a few times and left a couple of messages, he hadn’t replied to any so I thought I wasn’t for him.
Well, one day I was surprised to see him online, I messaged him and waited, I wasn’t expecting a reply though, a couple of minutes went by, I refreshed the page, there was a message, I opened the folder to see he’d replied, I opened the message to be greeted with several pictures of his cock and body with an invite to his, I couldn’t reply fast enough, I got his address and went back to my car, I think I broke a few speed limits getting there.
All the way there all I could think of was his gorgeous black cock, completely shaved, he was an older guy, close to 60, but fuck that cock was big, the size of it in his hand in one of the pictures was just amazing.
Suddenly I became slightly nervous, getting butterflies, fuck, I’m actually going to meet him.
I finally pulled up on his street and got out, locked the car and walked to his door, the door opened as I walked up his path to the doorstep, he was wearing a dressing gown, nothing fancy, loosely tied, he ushered me and took me through to the kitchen, he offered me drink, I accepted and he told me to sit at the table.
I sat on the chair nearest the door, not for escape but because it was nearest, he got me the drink and then let against the worktop.
He was pretty chatty, which thankfully relaxed me and I was now getting comfortable, as I got nearer to finishing the drink he said he would take my coat and shoes, I kicked off my shoes and slipped my coat off and handed them to him, he walked back into the hallway, I finished the last gulp and as I set the cup back down he returned, he stood next to me, I looked up at him and noticed his gown was now undone, his hand rested on my shoulder, he moved to face me a bit more, as he did his gown opened a little.
There it was, right in my eye line, it was indeed as big as I thought it was.
His hand moved off my shoulder and he opened his gown placing his hands on his hips holding the gown back, his cock hung there, he wasn’t hard yet and fuck it was big, he stepped right up to me, his cock brushed against my face, he slowly rubbed it against me, he kept doing that for about a minute before telling me to follow him.
I did as he said, he led me to the frontroom, the curtains where drawn except for a small crack in them which let in enough light to see what we was doing, he sat down on the sofa, telling me to get naked as he did, slowly I began undressing, watching him play with his cock as I did.
I was soon naked and he patted the sofa next to him and told me to sit down.
As I sat down he started feeling me all over, I went to do the same but he told me not to, his hands explored me all over, he told me to close my eyes and relax, I let my head drop back on the sofa and closed my eyes, I let my arms fall to my sides as he wandered around my body.
What felt like an eternity of being touched was soon interrupted by him getting up off the sofa, I kept my eyes closed, gently he put his hands back on me, persuading me to roll over as he pulled me down a little, I was now on my knees, bent over his sofa, he finalised my position.
He started at the top of my back, hands running down slowly, massaging me as he went.
Eventually his hands began caressing my arse, pushing apart my cheeks and exposing my hole to him, that’s a tiny hole he said quietly, that looks real tight.
I felt a finger almost instantly touch my hole as he said it, he slowly massaged it as he began to push a finger into me. |
