Sitting in my living room, I was trying to watch the college football games. The beers were starting to ease me up a bit, yet I couldn't really focus, even when there was an incredible one handed interception. Was waiting on the knock on the front door. All week had been chatting first on Grindr, then my phone with a 19 year old college student. It had been years since I had an encounter with another guy, as in my forties, and toned up I just hadn't really had the time. Today was going to be my lucky day, or so I hoped as the last guy had flaked out. I was so frustrated that day, and watched porn, finally providing some self help to my beyond aching balls.
They were full again, although there was trepidation on my part. Sure he sounded sane, but what if he was some kind of maniac, and plus there would be tension meeting up the first time. How far would he go, and would he as promise bottom for my 8 inches of fun? He claimed to have never seen a cock like mine, which was shaved smooth. His pictures were sexy. His blue turquoise colored eyes, pouty lips, clean shaven youthful face, and short brown hair that had its ends dyed with blond highlights. He claimed to be 5'7 and 140 pounds, which should be fun with my 6'4 frame. My 235 pounds and built up aggression would be a test for him, if he claimed he was who he was.
Time seemed to stop. It was several minutes after 4. I was probably getting ghosted again. The blood flowed to my forehead, and yes I knew I was red with anger and frustration. All of these flakes. I almost slammed my fists down on the table, when sure enough there was a knock. It was Mark and pictures didn't do him justice. He was far sexier in person, wearing tight revealing compression shorts, and a athletic shirt. It was obvious he was gay with his light shade of lipstick on, glitter, and his nails were pained black. I wasn't expecting this look, but even sexier with the blond locks of hair and those eyes that screamed like a siren of sexually charged lightning.
We introduced ourselves, and he asked if ok to smoke pot. I said sure, and I got him something to drink, as I had another beer. Was it true that this sexy young man was on my couch? This was reality and not a dream? He looked so good, that I had a difficult time not staring at him, and also trying not to look at his nice bulge down below. It looked so damn good, and my cock was diamond cutter hard. We chatted for awhile, and Mark kept taking sneak peeks of my penis. The gap between us got closer, and before that proverbial pin could drop through the tension, we were kissing. His lips were so soft, and he moaned as I reached up his shirt. Touching his chest, our tongues meeting in the middle, his soft hands went up and down my arms. I could smell feminine perfume on him, and if drove me crazy, a seductive combo of roses and slut that made me hornier than I had been in years. Kissing, touching, he told me, "daddy, take me to your bedroom." I picked him up, grabbed his tight ass in those shorts, walking him down the hallway.
In the bed I took his shirt off. He moaned so sweetly as I kissed his nipples, and reached between his legs to stroke his cock through his clothing. Mark was so hard, and eventually I was taking his shorts off. Oh yes pink clear nylon underwear. Gift wrapping. I pulled them off as his legs and pubic area were smooth. His cock and balls were simply gorgeous. I had seen a lot of them, but his had the nicest shape and I began licking up and down his shaft. Watching him grab the blankets turned me on, and he cooed as I went up and down his knob with my buckets of slobber. The salty and sweet taste of his juices, the musky smell of his dick and balls, was making my head spin. I got really deep down in my throat, taking him in all of the way, and it made me turned on to see his eyes rolling up. At the rate I was going down him, I'd be swallowing him soon, which I wanted to do. Yet I'm glad he had other plans.
We kissed as his hands went into my underwear, and soon my throbbing penis was in his palms. His hands were soft, warm, and soon he gave me a blowjob. Oh my goodness it was so damn good, as he knew what he was doing, and the edging felt wonderful. It was an adrenaline fueled out of body experience, as he took my cock in his mouth, gazing at me with those gorgeous baby blues. "I love your cock," he whispered and I thrashed around. No words were spoken, but he caught on fast that I better soon be inside of him.
Mark rode me for awhile, easing my tool and ample lubricant inside him. It felt amazing. His wet hot ass and the noise, were evidence I was making his g spot happy. I moaned along with him, his cock and balls on my abdomen, and we kissed and held hands. Sweating together was so wonderful, and I loved how he tightened up as I went further in. There was no more room, and soon I was taking him from behind. Holding his hips, the room shaking, this was the best high ever. His flat and hard bodied body was under my control, and I touched his balls to make him literally have his toes curling. After exorbitant sweating, huffing, puffing the pressure was being released. My head went back as I came inside of him, and helped him jerk off so his sperm could fly out too. It had taken considerable time , but based on how hard we both came, it was a matter of when not if.