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My poor penis was hard, my balls aching, as I thought about the last time I had fun with another guy. It had been months, and as I got on Grindr, I expected was most of us gay men know as "the usual." So many fakes and flakes. I couldn't count how many times I'd agreed to have hosted, and the guy wouldn't show up, even after hours of seductive discussions and pictures being shown. The last time I masturbated over a guy with a big cock and nice ass, who flaked out on me. Admittedly it was an angry and aggressive response, with a large ejaculation of cum and frustration. It would probably be the same this evening, as my testes were full, and I needed to get laid.
Being in my early 40s, I'm seasoned but not old. I generally prefer younger guys due to my sex drive, and eight inches of shaved fun down below my belt. A lot of guys were convinced I have great genetics. Not so sure as the grey hair showed, along with wrinkles, but I managed to stay in good shape. At 6'3 and 215 pounds, and with a 36" waist, my manliness was unquestionable. All those hours on the machines and running, had made me who I was. It was wonderful to be in this condition, and running 10ks helped a lot. Plus also eating properly came into play too, as I also was uptight about portion sizes.
As I went through the profiles looking for casual fun, user 898989M looked really good. It showed several pictures of a 19 year old male, with really bright red lips, green eyes, and dark hair. 5'7 150 pounds, and some of his pictures wearing Speedo's, got me all kinds of hot and bothered. We started chatting, and soon enough we exchanged names, pictures, and phone numbers. Texting back faster with each conversation piece, I was happy to see Mark was a bottom. Supposedly he hadn't been plowed for half a year, since breaking up with his lover. I wanted to be the one, as I was rock hard, and the precum was showing on my tight nylon orange underwear. We were hitting it off quite swimmingly, and finally we talked on the phone. I invited him over and to my surprise he agreed. One hour. That's plenty of time for someone to change their decision. So the waiting game began, it was if watching sand in the hourglass anticipation mixed with expecting to be disappointed.
About fifty minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Mark didn't flake, and he looked so much sexier in person . Clean shaven and wearing a pleasant perfume, I offered him some red wine. He drank some with me, and didn't flip when I held his very warm and soft hands. It was as if a electrical charge was there, because as we connected, soon we were hugging and kissing so passionately. The sweet tender lips against mine, our tongues dancing, were zen like paradise. Looking into each other's eyes, we definitely were in heat, and I was glad he didn't slap my hand away as I grabbed his crotch. Soon his hands were in my shorts, then my underwear, and I moaned in delight. The sexual cataclysm was such a heavy force, and we both were beyond hard and looking to couple as lovers.
Gasping for breath, he touched my private parts, which responded forcefully. As his tongue and mine connected, he took my shirt off, and made sure my shorts and see through blue undies dropped. Soon he was on his knees, and my knees weakened, as my big hard throbbing shaft disappeared in his mouth. Damn he has the sexiest eyes and those thick red lips. He then oh yes spit on my penis, slobbering my knob all the way in his mouth. Sucking my balls and touching me all over, he had me lit up like a video game. I was in heat. Rigidly hard, lost in paradise as his lips made a smacking noise going up and down my shaft. It was a out of body experience, and soon despite groin protests, I flipped him over. I kissed him and returned the favor.
His tight t short and bottoms were all off. Oh wow he had the nicest smooth penis with the perfect cut head, so as to allow me to swirl my tongue. His feet were having toes curled, and I took each one in my mouth as I still stroked his pulsating penis and balls. Mark was all mine. He couldn't resist, and soon I licked his hole, inserting a finger then two inside of him. All in his ass his prostate was leaking fluids on my fingers, and I got the lube out, as he was going to get pumped by my sex.
Bending him over, I slid in gently. There was the inevitable head pop, as the thick part of my genitals started to fill him up. Mark was catonic, as I spanked his rear end, and also pulled on his hair. Feeling his hard cock he was in a ride of pleasure, and my momentum and hip twisting made my cock fill up his ass completely. Lube and him clamping down, I had lost my sense of time and awareness. Two had become one, as my balls bounced off of his butt cheeks. So smooth all over, and I loved it when he started to ride me.
Looking at each other, he kissed me and felt my balls up. It was amazing. No words can describe the heat and crunching my penis with his rear end, we're a river of heaven that came down in every way. Side to side we kissed more, and as he came, we kissed passionately. Holding on to his cheeks and hips, our lips touched more, and are eyes looking in made us hungry for each other so badly. The sensual and over the top feeling was wonderful. Warmth and tightness. I loved how tight he was, stretching him was a worthwhile pursuit.
It was so good in his hole. I enjoyed knowing I was deep inside him, and that he had me getting fucked. Being his sex driver was a wonderful feeling, as I could feel the point of no return coming. Quickly kissing him and holding his balls gently, I kissed him with desire , and exploded at full capacity. It was a battleship going off, my dna paste inside of him. We confined fo the bed, and the next few days with did nothing but eat and drink together, when I wasn't inside him. Feeling him in my arms as we slept was wonderful, as was knowing his pretty penis was mere inches away.