Once upon a time at a gathering
The event I want to tell you about happened recently, in the second half of October 2016. I had the opportunity to meet a man I had been talking to on the phone for about 5 years, but had never seen in person.
We met on a dating site where guys look for guys. He was about 54 at the time. He told me he was married but sometimes met up with guys for sex, and in sex, he was the top. He suggested we meet. I was 40 then, also married. And although I had long been interested in intimacy with a guy, I wasn't in a hurry to do it. We called each other from time to time and eventually became friends. I was practically sure of his decency,
but somehow I kept hesitating about having sex. And then, at the end of summer, I decided to meet him. That day, the meeting was brief; he was short on time, but we still managed to give each other blowjobs and, of course, see each other in person. Since I was hoping for more (anal sex), the desire to meet not only remained but grew.Alexey (let's call him that) informed me that he had a week free to meet with me, as his wife was in the hospital and the apartment was available. I could only come over on a weekend, and we took advantage of that.
I arrived at his place in the evening around six. He had prepared dinner and drinks. He suggested I undress and take a shower after the journey. I took a shower, even though I had been to the bathhouse the day before, where I shaved my balls and around my anus, trimmed my pubic hair, and now I cleaned out my intestines using the shower hose. I came out to him wearing a shirt and long johns. He said we had the whole evening and night ahead of us, plenty of time for everything, but first we should eat. And so we did. He cooks very well. We drank, had some snacks, and generally sat and talked. And then the long-awaited moment arrived.
Alexey sent me to the already prepared, unfolded sofa, and he went to the bathroom. He returned about 5 minutes later, naked. I was lying there in my family-style underwear.
"Why are you still covered up?" asked Lyosha.
But it didn't last long, I came quickly. Apparently, it was due to long abstinence (I had last had sex with my wife about 3 months ago, and I had last jerked off a week before this), and also because he had been sucking me off before, and of course I was extremely aroused. Lyosha really liked that I came while sitting on him.
We decided to rest a bit. We went to the shower to wash off my cum, Lyosha went out to the balcony to smoke, and I lay down on the sofa. When he returned, he lay down next to me and we chatted, discussed what had happened, and did it again. This time, I chose the sex position myself. I lay on my back, Lyosha lifted my legs and entered me "officer-style"; I had dreamed of being able to see each other during intimacy. Then I turned over onto my stomach and got on all fours. That was also maximum pleasure. Then I lay on my stomach and Lyosha lay on top of me. I really liked that tight contact. Lyosha was close to finishing but didn't want to come in the condom. He took it off and asked me to bring him to orgasm with my mouth. Of course, I did just that, but he didn't come in my mouth; he came on my chest. We rinsed off again, Lyosha smoked on the balcony, and then we lay down again. Of course, I would have liked more, but my lover is, after all, 60 years old, and I didn't insist, and he was used to going to bed early.
In the morning, after waking up, we did it again. Lyosha again wanted me to sit on him myself, while I wanted to vary the positions, but I was a guest, and the host's word is law for me. And again, after not long bouncing on him, I came. Alexey didn't want to come again, and with that, we finished. I had to get ready to leave, and after having breakfast, we parted ways.
I was, of course, very happy about such a long-awaited meeting and told him so. We said goodbye but promised to meet again. But so far, unfortunately, I don't know when that will be. At home, when going to bed, I often remember that night and dream of repeating it.