Date: Mon, 16 Jan 2017 18:27:43 +0000 (UTC)
From: Joel M <joelm_1971@yahoo.com>
Subject: Older man, one quick afternoon

We were close, both of us. My legs in the air, his weight on top of me. He
was pushing harder into me and I could feel every ounce of him, on top of
me and inside of me. My face was against his shoulder, I was biting his
skin and moaning loudly. His grunts and pants were increasing. He wasn't
wearing a condom and I didn't care, I needed him to breed me. I had been
waiting for this moment all afternoon.

We met at a gay bar in the city. I met him on chat and after several
conversations, we agreed to get a drink for happy hour. We were both spoken
for: he had a long-term partner and I was married. neither of us were in
open relationships and neither of us cared. We were being careful,
discreet. He was my type: older, taller, broad shoulders, mustache. He
worked in sales at a big company. He wore a crisp navy suit, white shirt,
blue tie. He was so handsome, I kept wondering, "Why is he with me?"

Our first meeting was interesting. We drank and talked. He made me laugh a
few times, completely setting me at ease. I had two glasses of wine, he
drank scotch. We both looked at the clock at the same time and decided it
was time to go. The bar was full of men and starting to bustle and get very
loud. Some men were kissing in corner booths. I kept my eye out for
co-workers or anyone who might know me. He pulled me to the side near the
bar, a kinda darker area towards the men's rooms. We kissed, he pulled me
towards him. I immediately began to swell as I felt his body, tasted his
lips and tongue. I swooned in his arms and then he let me go. He asked me
for my phone number. This was playing with fire, I never gave this number
to men. But i didn't even think about it, I just did it

.

The next week, he called during the day. I was at work fortunately and
pretended that he was a client. He told me his partner was away until the
next day and asked if I could come over. It was 3pm. I needed to be late at
home and sneak out of work for this to happen. I had never done any of this
before really. But I did this time without thinking. I told everyone I had
a meeting, grabbed my coat, hailed a cab, and was at his door within ten
minutes. I hadn't prepped really, but I took a shower at the gym aft noon,
so at least I smelled clean. What was I doing?

He opened the door and smiled. He looked gorgeous. "Come in, come in," he
waved and I walked past him. He took off my coat, a very gentlemanly thing
to do. We walked into his living room from the foyer. "Need a drink?" he
asked. I shook my head, my heart raced. He walked up to me, "Should we
continue?" I nodded and fell into his arms. He kissed me and pull me
towards him. We kissed, first lips, then tongue. I wrapped my arms around
him and he reached down, squeezing my ass and pulling my hips towards
him. I could feel his erection under his jeans. We stopped and he pulled
off his sweat and t-shirt all at once. I rubbed his chest and nipples, felt
his belly. He was mildly furry, very masculine and stout. He look at me and
kissed me more.



He had turned me around and deftly took off my tie, unbuttoned my shirt,
and undid my pants all within a few minutes, kissing my neck and ears in
the meantime. I loved the way that he unbuttoned my shirt, so smoothly. I
was on fire. I kicked off my shoes and suddenly was in my socks and briefs
in his living room. He rubbed my chest and belly, rubbing the bulge in the
front of my briefs. I moaned and whimpered slightly as his large, warm
hands caressed me. He whispered in my ear, "Let's go upstairs." he grabbed
my hand and lead me up the stairs. Pictures of him and his partner lined
the walls. He is apartment was clean and well-organized. I fantasized
briefly about living as a gay man in a clean, well-decorated apartment with
an other man.



We walked into his bedroom, which was clean and organized. He sat me on the
edge of his bed. He rubbed my face and slide his thumb along my lips. I put
his thumb in my mouth, licking and sucking it. He smiled slightly as he
rubbed his thumb on my lips, staring down at me. He was playing with me and
I didn't mind a bit.



I started sucking him lightly after he took off his jeans and briefs. He
approached me naked and put his hand on the back of my head. We didn't
speak, I knew exactly what he wanted. He was rock hard, cut, trimmed up and
manscaped. He was also big. He smelled clean and tasted sweet at first. He
sighed through his nose as I first kissed the tip of his cock, then licked
the head and shaft. I used my hand to cup his balls and rub them
lightly. Then, I took my other hand and guided him into my mouth. I hadn't
done this in two years, but felt like an old pro. I used tongue, then
lips. I sucked up and down, then opened my lips and moved my head up and
down. His huge cock was immersed in my mouth and I struggled at first to
not gag. Then, it became easy and felt good. Eventually, he held my head in
place and began fucking my mouth. I was rock hard in my briefs, my legs
rubbing against the side of the bed. he would build up, then slow down,
edging himself. he finally stopped and looked down at me. "Can I fuck you?"
he asked, rubbing my head. I sniffed and nodded, lying back on the bed.

He was top of me, kissing me. My legs spread for him, taking his body into
me. His hands rubbed me, squeezing here and there. My smooth chest rubbed
against his furry chest. I peeled my socks off and rubbed my foot against
his legs. I squeezed his ass and pulled him against me, grinding
together. He rolled me over on top of me and began kneading my ass and
kissing my neck. He could overpower me at any minute, but knew how to be
gentle. I loved the attention that he gave to my earlobes, neck, and
chest. meanwhile, his hands moved all over me, eventually dipping in my
briefs to knead and squeeze my ass. Our cocks rubbed together as he pulled
down my briefs. His hand delved into me and I could feel a finger working
into me. I let myself relax so he could enter smoothly. He held me in place
and finger fucked me, nibbling on my chin. I closed my eyes and laid on top
of him, moaning slightly. I felt every movement of his hand. It was
intoxicating.

He put me on my back. He looked down on me and poured lube into his
hand. Then, he entered two fingers into me, working me open. His face was
serious, lustful. I closed my eyes to feel his hand. "Look at me," he
said. He grabbed my hand and poured lube into it. I reached down to his
cock and began stroking the lube on. he grew harder in my hand and he
closed his eyes for a bit. Precum leaked from him. I stopped and he opened
his eyes and smiled. I laid back and lifted my legs onto his shoulders. He
guided himself into me, slowly. I breathed out as he entered me; I could
feel him open me up. The lube helped, he felt incredible. He stopped every
few inches to adjust. he asked if I was OK. I nodded, trying not to spoil
the mood. After a few adjustments, he was in and pulled out.. The sensation
went right to my brain. My nipples became hard and I sighed and moaned at
the same time. He began to work me.

Getting fucked is an amazing experience, and he was no exception. I would
open my eyes and stare at his face as he moved in and out. Then, I would
close my eyes and feel ever sensation as his hard cock rubbed against the
walls inside me. I felt submissive, yet empowered. I rubbed his chest, then
dropped my hands and grabbed the bed as his speed increased. His weight
never pushed me down, even at full force. I felt a well starting inside me,
that feeling of being incredibly turned on and having an eruption forming
in me. Each stroke and push brought me closer, without using my hands. His
girth and rubbing was bringing me to orgasm.  He wasn't wearing a condom
and I didn't care, I needed him to breed me. I had been waiting for this
moment all evening.

We came together, first me spilling onto my stomach, then him grunting
loudly and stiffening his whole body. He arched his back and exploded into
me. He shuddered three times, then collapsed onto me. I caught him and
kissed his forehead and neck. He grunted and sighed loudly in my ear. I
kissed him against and he moaned. I wasn't even aware of my own moaning,
which had become louder until I came, then I noticed I wasn't yelling any
longer.

He rolled onto his back, bringing my to lie with my head on his shoulder.
We stayed this way for a bit until I looked at the clock. How could I leave
this embrace?