Greeklover
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This may be a little different than the erotica you are used to. The following story is 100% true, and it just happened.
I am typing this about an hour before hooking up with one of the hottest men I think I've ever met. It will be the first time we've been naked together, but there was a long, slow build up to it that has my cock throbbing and a wonderful feeling of excitement and anticipation building up in my chest.
I'll call him Stan, though that is not his real name. He is a local restaurateur who is very successful. He has been after me on various hook up sites for almost a year. We have mutual friends who keep telling him about me and he made it his one-man mission to get me between the sheets.
Stan is Greek, and he has all of the attributes you think of when you think about people from that part of the world. Dark complexion, thick, curly hair, dark eyes. He is about 60, with salt and pepper gray hair and a well-trimmed goatee. He works out, and although he is only about 5 foot 9, he looks so damn sexy in a t-shirt and tight jeans that he seems taller somehow.
The photos he sent me were just a little fuzzy and I thought possibly quite dated. Yet, he talked a good game. He was mostly bottom, but versatile. I could tell from the pictures that he had a rather small cock, but it had a big, mushroom head, something I am really into. He seemed like a passionate lover. So, at his suggestion we met at a local coffee shop to check one another out.
When Stan pulled up in his Lexus and I saw him step out, ease his sunglasses up on the top of his head and stride toward me, I knew I wanted to be in bed with him. His sexuality could not be captured in a few selfies. It affected even his gate as he walked. And, as it turns out, he's a lousy photographer anyway, by his own admission.
We sat at an isolated table and he looked right into my eyes. His deep brown irises captivated me. We're both married men who play around on the side with other men. We looked around to be sure no one was watching, and Stan caressed my hands.
I learned a lot about him as we chatted, and found so much in common. We both had been fooling around about the same amount of time. We both have ex long term lovers who, for similar reasons, we had to break up with. We both love food, wine and travel. One big difference, as a successful restauranteur, Stan appears to be quite wealthy, but I unfortunately am not.
I usually couldn't care less about such things, but in Stan's case having money only made him sexier. He is well groomed, with nice clothes and a sense of style from his gold chain bracelet, to his signet ring to his expensive Italian sunglasses and shoes. He looks like a mature, Greek GQ model.
And he knows exactly what to say to make my heart melt.
"I am going to make love to you like you've no one ever has before. I am going to take my time and pleasure you," he said.
We chatted about sex at length. I told him how I loved swallowing cum, eating a clean ass, topping. He told me he was open to about anything and wanted to try water sports. He sat back in his chair and adjusted the crotch of his expensive slacks and looked at me.
"You've got me rock hard."
"I'm hard, too," I said.
We headed back to his Lexus and pulled the car around to the back of the parking lot. I thought maybe I'd get a quick blowjob right then and there, or possibly he wanted me to suck him off. But that just wasn't Stan's style.
Instead, he kissed me passionately and tenderly, massaging my cock, sure, but also stroking my cheek and telling me, as he looked into my eyes, that I was the most beautiful man he had ever seen.
My heart pounded. I felt flush. I instantly wanted him. But, I had to wait. Other than running out for a quick coffee stop, I had no time to call my own. There was work and there were plenty of expectations waiting for me back home. The next chance I'd have to play would be the following day in the evening, when I was already going to be away. My plan was to skip out on something I said I was going to do so I could clandestinely meet Stan somewhere.
"I will get us a room tomorrow afternoon, Baby," my Greek god told me. His dark eyes sparkled as he looked at me, then down to the big bulge in my pants and back up to my eyes. His sexy mature, dark hands caressed my cock and my upper leg. I wanted him so bad to finish me off right then and right there. But, I also sensed the waiting would make it more fun.
Since then, we have texted almost steadily around the clock. He sent me more pictures of his cock with the big mushroom head, even leaking a little precum as he thought about me. I sent him pictures of my rock-hard cock, too. And of my ass, because although I am a verse top, I could easily see myself giving up my hole for Stan. Then he sent some pictures of his hot hole. It was, like Stan's chest, legs and arms, surprisingly not very hairy. His olive skin did make a nice contrast with the pinkness of his pucker as he spread his cheeks for the camera.
We had discussed before my penchant for ass eating. Seeing what I would be sticking my tongue into made me so fucking horny, I was tempted to jack off right then and there. But, I decided instead to save my load for Stan's ass...or mouth, which ever came first.
About an hour ago, he texted that he had gotten us a room at a nearby motel. It's in a quiet part of town not far from here. We will be in Room 200. I keep telling him I cannot wait. He says the same thing.
So here I sit, about an hour from when I need to leave to be there, so turned on I can barely type this. I really can't say I've ever anticipated a lovemaking session more than this one. That's why I decided to share it with you, dear reader, hoping you will want to come along for the adventure with me.
I'll finish this afterward. It will be interesting to see how my anticipation of the session with Stan will compare to my expectations for it. Who knows, the evening might just suck, and not in a good way. I rather doubt it, though. Something tells me this Greek lover is going to rock my world.
About four hours later...
Long story short? "Stan" did not disappoint. But there is a big surprise I never would have seen coming. And, I don't know how I feel about it yet. I'm going to write this all out just as it happened, partially to process my feelings and maybe, so you will be able to email me (my address is above at the top of this story) and tell me what you think.
I found the motel and Room 200 easily. I tapped on the door and Stan opened it to greet me wearing just nice pair of dressy shorts. A golden cross hung between his huge pecks. His dark, smooth skin was what I noticed first, then he kissed me and practically stabbed me with a powerful erection tent poling his shorts.
It was not some quick, pre-fuck peck he gave me, either. It was a meaningful, long and satisfying kiss, the kind you'd give your long-lost lover. And that's exactly how Stan made me feel. He held my face in his hands and looked wistfully into my eyes. Then he kissed me again. His goatee was soft and inviting as his lips and tongue sank into me. His large manly hands pulled my shirt over my head and he caressed my hairy chest. Then with a low growl he undid my shorts and pulled them off me.
He attacked my ass with both hands as he drove his tongue deeper in my mouth. I was panting with excitement. I caressed his back and undid his shorts and they fell to the floor revealing that rock-hard cock with that famous mushroom head. It stood straight out from his body like it was made of steel. And it was much bigger than the pictures had led me to believe, a good six inches.
We fell to the bed in an embrace. I enjoyed the weight of him on me as he kissed me and caressed seemingly every inch of my body. He then started licking my ears and neck and kissed me there, too. Slowly his kisses started going lower and lower until Stan reached my cock. He licked all around it, including my balls and inner thighs. He pointed his tongue and licked all up the shaft. Then he plunged the head of my cock deep into his hot, willing mouth. He sucked me quite forcefully and thoroughly. His years of cocksucking practice were evident, that's for sure. I felt myself starting to edge toward an orgasm within minutes. But Stan had other ideas.
He licked his fingers and gently used them to begin playing with my ass. He turned me over and thrust his tongue inside my butthole, lapping at my anal lips and occasionally spreading me wide open with his two massive hands so he could thrust his hot tongue inside me. I was getting tongue fucked and I loved every second of it. Waves of lust and sheer joy spread all over my body.
Somehow, we fell back into an embrace, this time with me on top of Stan, trying to kiss him as passionately as he had kissed me. I caressed his body and found his hard, pink nipples. As I licked and nibbled on them, Stan went wild. Apparently, his little man tits are hard wired...good to know.
I inched ever closer to my prize. I could not wait to get that rock hard mushroom headed cock in my mouth. I slid down his sexy body and finally got what I was after. I big glob of pre-cum welcomed me as I held Stan's manhood in my hand. I lapped it up as fast as I could and plunged the weapon down my throat in one fell swoop. Stan gasped and grabbed the back of my head. He thrust his hips wildly and fucked my tonsils forcefully. I loved it.
Finally, he let me come up for air. I lapped at his furry ball sack and looked up at him. He smiled and rubbed my head.
"My beautiful boy," he said.
"My sexy Daddy," I said back.
From there, we ended up in a 69. I loved sucking his cock and eating his pristine ass. He took a liking to doing the same to me, not at all minding how hairy my hole is. We licked and slurped at each other's nether regions for quite a while. My cock was rock hard and throbbing. Stan pulled off of me and pulled his knees to his chest. I licked his crack some more, but it soon became obvious that Stan wanted more. He wanted me to fuck him.
I spit in his ass and worked it in with my finger. Then I spit on my cock and got it really wet. I eased my 7" into his willing hole as he gasped and sighed. I waited for it to accept and welcome me, which it did, sucking my cock in like a huge, wet mouth. I gently thrust in and out slowly. It was the perfect hole, massaging my hard cock perfectly. Then Stan grabbed my hips and let me know I could fuck him as hard as I wanted. I went to town on his poor hiney, fucking him for several long minutes as deep and long as I wanted.
I felt my balls constricting and getting closer and closer to an orgasm. Then Stan stopped me, flipped us over so he was on top of me, riding my cock. He rode me for several long minutes.
"You getting close, Baby?"
"Yes," I panted.
"Then it's my turn."
With that he climbed off of me and roughly turned me on my stomach. He pulled my legs to the end of the bed, climbed out and stood behind me. He spit into my asshole, rubbed more spit on his big, bulbous cock and slowly sunk into my hairy hole.
I felt the fullness of his cock first. It spread me wide open and hurt just a little. Then that massive cockhead sort of cleared my inner sphincter muscle. His cock was lodged in me kind of like a butt plug would be. It felt amazing.
He fucked me gently at first, then harder and harder. I have never enjoyed getting fucked more. His cock and my ass felt like they were made for each other, they fit together so perfectly. I was hard and dripping all over the mattress as he plowed me. Stan was panting and grunting as he drove into me.
"Fuck me, Daddy!"
"Oh yeah, your boy's ass is mine!" Stan said.
With that he plunged even deeper into my guts. He grunted and thrust his hips forcefully, delivering his payload of hot man cream into my bowls. I felt his cock unloading in me, pulsing and shooting sperm into my most intimate place. It felt right. It felt loving. It felt the two of us were connecting at the deepest level imaginable.
Still panting, he slowly withdrew. Stan grabbed my cock and jacked me a while, then he flipped me over on my back and plunged my cock back into his mouth. He sucked me passionately and deeply until I blasted his tonsils with cum. He swallowed every drop, looking up at me. His brown eyes twinkled as he swallowed my juice.
We laid together for a long time silently. Then I cuddled next to him. I ran my fingers lazily up his stomach and around each nipple.
"That was fucking amazing," he said. "You are amazing."
Then Stan kissed me and caressed my back.
We talked a little about sex, reviewing our first-time stories, talking about old lovers, strange and bizarre experiences. The whole time gently playing with each other's cocks. As his stiffened in my hand, Stan kissed me and held me close.
"Your eyes. Oh, fuck your eyes!" he said.
"I love you looking at me during sex. Next time I am going to fuck you facing forward, so I can kiss you and see those eyes."
I don't know what possessed me to ask this next question, but it got at the shocking truth that I still can't believe I heard tonight.
"Stan, so, I think you're about the hottest guy I've ever been with. You are so sexy and together. But I don't know a lot about you. I don't even know your age."
"Oh, well, here we go. This is always the big moment," he said, tensing up. "I am not going to lie to you. How old do you think I am?"
Not wanting to offend, I started lower than I really thought.
"I don't know, late 50s, maybe 60...I am honestly not sure. You look great and obviously, there's no problem performing in bed!"
"Baby, I am 75 years old," he blurted out. His eyes were his tell. He was absolutely serious and telling the truth.
The news hit me lick a ton of bricks. I had no earthly idea.
"You are kidding me!" I said.
"Seriously?"
"Yes. I am 75, almost 76."
"You look amazing, I sure hope I look this virile and sexy when I am your age," was all I could think of to say.
"You will. You will. I can tell," he told me.
Then we snuggled some more, and with a hard cock in my hand, I got pretty interested in sucking Stan off. I wanted to do it because he was sexy, but also because I had never had a septuagenarian's dick in my mouth, or at least I didn't think I had.
I gave him the full treatment, a slobbering, wet blowjob where I caressed his cock like I was turning a peppermill as I throated his big head and lapped at his glans with my tongue. He groaned, sighed and his cock stiffened. Then he grabbed the back of my head and pumped another gooey load of salty cum in my mouth.
I looked up and him and smile. He just did not look that old, but the truth was, he was old enough to be my Dad. With my throat still slimy from taking the old man's load I thought about all of the fantasy incest porn I had written here for Nifty. "Rainy Day With Dad," the "My Son Jimmy" series. My cock stirred when I realized that the whole time I was blowing him, in the back of my mind, I was thinking about sucking my own father's cock.
"Look at you, you're rock hard again."
"Yeah, I said. Want me to fuck you some more?"
He thought about it, then decided his hole couldn't handle more at that moment, so he agreed to suck me off.
Stan went down and licked and sucked my wood as I stroked his salt and pepper hair. His large, muscled shoulders looked so sexy as his head bobbed up and down. His mouth felt great. He jacked and sucked me just as I did him. I was near the edge when he licked his fingers and gently played with my hole. I shot a huge load in his mouth, probably bigger than the first time.
"Mmmm," was all he said.
That was about it. From there we cleaned up, kissed and left the motel room to carry on with our evening. So, what do you think? Should I see him again? He's 75 fucking years old! But, that's kind of hot...In a pervy incestual kind of way. What would you do? Email me and let me know.