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Soothing
I've always preferred younger guys. I love their energy, their bodies, their spurting cocks, their asses.... what more can I say?
But I'll admit that recent encounters have left me less than enthusiastic.
Today proved that older guys are better lovers.
I fellow on Scruff has woofed me a few times in recent weeks and we chatted only briefly. He's mid 50s, short abut 5'5", slim, maybe 150 pounds, hairy chest (but completely shaved crotch, which seemed odd). His cock was quite small and his balls were huge but were nit visible in his fleshy scrotum.
Nevertheless, he was pleasant, chatty, gentle and passionate as we traded massages for almost two hours this morning. I was sore after working 11 hours outside yesterday. He knew all of the places to provide the right pressure, the right stretch, the most sensitive point to make me relax.
For the first 45 minutes I let him manipulate me on the bed ion many positions, not responding except to moan my appreciation or suggest a different spot on my back. He really worked my ass muscles like a pro and managed to position me in ways that were both erotic and soothing at the same time.
It was clear he was hard when he rubbed his whole body across my legs and back, using his weight to apply forceful pressure to my lower back, buttocks and upper legs to relieve the stress.
When he flipped me over onto my back I was so relaxed I was only semi-hard but that changed swiftly as he played with my cock, upper legs, crotch and belly. When he stretched atop me, I finally relented and wrapped him in my arms, eliciting a deep moan and a downward thrust of his pelvis. I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him down harder and thrust up into his soft cock. Raking my fingerd across his legs, bum and back we began a slow undulating dance of pure sexual enjoyment. He loved when I licked his ear and nibbled lightly on he earlobe.
Eventually, I rolled us over and climbed on top, touching every part I could reach with legs, arms, belly, chest, cock and head. We kissed and licked as he moaned and writhed. I stopped and licked his right armpit, trailed over to his hairy chest and erasure like nipples, where I licked and nibbled as he hissed, then ran my tongue all over his left armpit before returning slowly to the right.
I was somewhat disappointed he still wasn't hard. I had been steel hard for a half hour and wanted to see him hard too.
I slid down his body to his shaven crotch and took his small cock into my mouth. It was only a couple of inches long soft. But I pushed my face into his pubis and began sucking hard and long. My efforts paid off. He eventually grew to about five shy inches of hard cock. He loved when I licked and munched on his inner thigh and teased his surprisingly large balls out of his receding sack. He also loved having my finger touching his hole, but he was too tight to let me in. (He said later he hadn't been fucked in 15 years.)
Now that he was hard I wanted to move things along. I rolled onto my back and pulled him on top where we rigorously ground our cocks together.
"You like to frot," he asked.
"I like it all,' I said. He reached over to the night stand and produced a bottle of boy butter. Applying it liberally to both our cocks he sat atop my legs and began wanking them together. I was super hard and on edge. A few times i reached under us and touched his twitching hole, making him moan deeply and jerk faster.
His hand action was incredibly hot but wasn't quite the right speed or position for me, so I brushed his hand off and took over for myself while he rapidly increased his own pace. He was thrusting upwards, apparently on the edge of a good cum, so I reached up and twisted his left nipple. He jerked faster. I reached under his thrusting bum and put a finger at his hole.
That's all he needed. He rose onto his knees and threw his head back.
"Cum on my balls," I said, as I cranked my own rod.
He gasped and huffed as he spewed a half dozen hot globs of cum on my nuts. I felt every splat as he emptied his balls. I felt his spunk oozing down my crotch as I fired off my own volley.
We collapsed and gasped for air. Then we chatted for a good 15 minutes as he sat astride my legs, his cum soaking into my crotch. He got up, used a couple of wipes to bathe my sticky balls, then we dressed and headed downstairs. We chatted a good 15 more minutes before I headed out.
Next time he wants me to top him. I promised I'd be gentle. I'd go back simply for another massage. I haven't felt that soothed and relaxed since my massage guy Josh left the area almost two years ago.