I remember it well, he lived local, in his 70s, silver haired, fit bodied, a proper gentleman.
We were chatting online, exchanging messages, just general chat. I was 40, just lost my female partner of 20 years, kinda lost, not looking for anything in particular but he was kind and considerate. Not sure how I came to be looking at gay men, I guess it was a progression from female porn to shemales, then to older men, just something attracted me to browsing gay older guys, that feeling of tasting them, giving them pleasure, maybe the security and no hassle kind of sex that wasn’t committal in any way.
Anyway, we got on well in a non sexual kind of way, just general chat, day to day stuff. He invited me round for a cuppa and a chat, nothing else implied, he wasn’t far away and he seemed a genuine guy, so we arranged to meet.
He lived in a bungalow, sheltered accommodation, but he was self sufficient and agile, had his own car, still active.
Well, the night arrived, it was winter, dark and cold, I parked the car across the road, kinda nervous but excited at the same time, I approached the address, thinking of reasons not to go ahead with it, butterflies in my stomach but also a kind of excitement, hard to describe it.
I rang the bell, the hall light came on and I could see the figure of a tall gentleman approach the door, deep breath, the door opened, hi so glad you decided to call he said, come in.
I entered the small but cosy living room, sat across from him on the sofa, we exchanged a little chat before he asked if I wanted a cuppa, yes please I said, he wandered over to the small kitchen, my eyes glancing about the living room, a few old pictures on the wall, tv channel playing the news, nothing out of the ordinary, he didn’t appear to be some kind of physco so I started to relax.
Milk, sugar, he asked, I replied, milk no sugar thanks, he brought the drinks out and we chatted for a while, he knew I was a widower, and that I was curious to engage in sexual contact with a man, he’d been gay all his life, although he had gone through a marriage because that was the norm in his day, he’d been a sales rep, travelling the country most of his working life, so had encounters with other gay men along the way, telling me tales of visiting toilets and engaging with likeminded men, always aware of the chance of police bursting in and the shame of being outed in the local paper, I found it hard to comprehend the way it was in the times when the stigma attached to being a gay man was so frowned upon.
Coffee d*unk, he leaned across, so, would you like to gobble me? he said, I thought for a moment, my mind was working overtime, do I? Yes please I replied. Good he said, follow me.
I followed him across the hallway to the bedroom, quick glance around the room, bed made, lamp on, clean, tidy, nothing out of the ordinary. He had started to undress, although he was in his 70s he was slim, smooth, I watched as he removed his underwear, his flaccid cock uncut, hanging. I undressed, folding my clothes and placing them on the chair, he patted the bed, I laid down next to him, he scooped me into his arms, moving his mouth towards mine, it felt surreal, we kissed as our naked bodies entwined, I could feel his cock starting to harden, it felt good, he was gentle, he rubbed my still soft cock, telling me how nice it felt, I responded in kind, my hand stroking his now hard cock, rubbing it, not sure what to expect, he said “gobble me”, I lowered myself down to be level with his cock, slowly took a taste, it smelt nice and clean, a little bead of juice was glistening from his slit, I ran my tongue across it, tasting his pre cum, he thrust his cock forward, I opened my mouth to accept his manhood, easing it into place, the mushroom head now fully inside, I started to suck it, slowly, unsure as to wether I was doing it right, he deemed pleased, the slight moans he made gave me encouragement, I built up a steady rhythm, my head bobbing up and down, his hard cock sliding in and out of my wet mouth, my mind was racing, am I really sucking this man’s cock? Is he getting pleasure from me sucking his cock? The answer was yes to both, I was a cock sucker, I was giving pleasure to a man, a man old enough to be my grandfather, none the less he was enjoying it.
I kept on sucking and licking his hard cock, I was enjoying it, it felt good, he bucked and writhed, his moans getting louder, his wet cock seemed to glisten as it popped in and out of my mouth, he shuddered a little, he kind of went rigid and thrust his body forward, pushing his cock further into my throat. ‘I’m going to cum he said, his voice quivering as he spoke, I wasn’t sure as to wether this meant I should finish him off by hand and watch him spunk but I kept it in my mouth awaiting his hot seed, he bucked, tensed and I felt a warm pulse of something hitting my throat, I can’t say it was a great amount, more like a little but all the same he had orgasmed in my mouth, he held my head, gently easing down, his cock started to soften as I still teased a little bead of his juice out, felt a kind of accomplishment that I’d made him cum, I’d satisfied him to the point of orgasm. He was sensitive now, I could see that any touch on his mushroom head was giving him a tingle, he brought my head up, his mouth moving towards mine, we kissed, a slow lingering snog, he said thanks, that was so nice.
We laid together a while, our bodies entwined, just holding each other, savouring the moment, 2 men together, no thoughts of it being wrong, just happy from the pleasure.
As we dressed and returned to the living room, we chatted as if it was a natural thing, no comment other than he had enjoyed it and hoped I had too, he made a drink and we chatted a while longer, I had to go soon, he said yes, it’s getting late. I said I’ll message you, he said please do. We kissed gently as he led me to the door, I was still in a state of euphoria, my mind racing, wanting to leave and reflect on our liaison. He said goodbye, see you again, hopefully, as he waved me off.
I got back to my car, I lit a cigarette and thought back to what we had done, a sense of pride that I had sucked him, I’d made him cum, me, I did that and he was happy with it. I drove home happy and I guess that was the beginning of my journey, my start on the road to meeting men for sexual encounters |
