Sweating with the Oldies
Not to sound conceited but I was looking pretty good. It was 1980, I was 23 years old and in the best shape of my life. I’m 6ft tall, 190 lbs, fit, brown hair I had recently broken up with my girlfriend but wasn’t going to let that keep me from having fun. I was off to a local gay bar I hadn’t been to in months to see if something interesting would happen. I had gotten myself partly erect, put on a cock ring, pulled on a pair of skin tight jeans (commando) and a tank top. I worked out like a fanatic back then and loved showing off my arms and tight butt.
Driving to the club my heart was almost pounding out of my chest. I was really hoping there was some hot guy I could take home with me to help forget about my recent split. Maybe even have it blossom into something more. I had known for ages I was bi but had only recently considered a romantic same sex connection. “Oh my god!” I’d exclaimed. I couldn’t wait.
I pulled up across the street from Manhandlers (love the names they have at gay clubs) and my knees buckled a bit getting out of the car. I got to the door and there was this big black, muscled dude at the door. I’m not really into bodybuilders but the guy exuded a real a****l sensuality. Good start, I figured. Now I’m even hornier than when I left home. The pounding music hit my chest with the scent of about 60 different types of cologne greeting my nostrils. It was early so the place was only about half full.
I heard my name called and swung around to see my friend Dave come out of nowhere. We had never been physical but he was fun and funny and one of my best buds. About 4 inches shorter than me, long dark hair and slim body. He plastered a big kiss on my mouth and gave my nuts a healthy squeeze. Noticing my “condition” he yelled while laughing, “Nice to know I can have that effect on you!” I gave him a big hug, another kiss and said, “I haven’t been here forever. Anyone else here?”
“Nope, all the old gang are getting married or getting promoted. Don’t want to be seen here, anymore. You not with Wendy?”
“She went back to Allan. Looking for the money and the security, I guess.”
Dave gave me a sad pouty face then said, “I’m over in the far corner with a couple of cute guys. You should swing by later.” I smiled and nodded and watched him walk across the room. I moved back and accidentally stepped on someone’s foot. I turned around to apologize and I gazed into the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen. Like the ones that can peer into your soul. Guy about the same height as me, lean and incredibly handsome. Like a movie star. He had a black denim shirt on and loose fitting jeans. Here’s the kicker, grey hair and I guessed around 55. I suppose you could say I was a bit ageist at the time. I only slept with guys around my age and only ones that looked like me. But this guy made my heart race like no other. I blushed so much I thought he could feel the heat.
He grabbed me by the wrist to steady me and said, with a bit of an accent, “Whoa, young stud. Looks like you’re about to pass out,”. The feel of his hand on me, the sweetness of his breath, his cologne and those magical eyes… It was too much to take.
“Jake,” I muttered.
“Dan, here,” he responded.
He took my hand to shake it and placed his other on my shoulder. “You’re a really cute thing. Aren’t you?”
If I wasn’t blushing before, I was now. All of a sudden I was like a little schoolgirl around the high school quarterback. He seemed to be enjoying the effect he was having on me.
“Where y’all from?”
I stammered, “Uh, here. I mean, not here,” pointing to the floor. “Across town, in an apartment.” Oh my god, I’m a babbling idiot.
I observed, “You’re not from here.” My voice croaked. Gawd, I needed a drink.
“Texas. Just here for some business. Leave tomorrow. You have a very beautiful city here.” He took my hand and stared into my eyes with his baby blues and purred, “Just like a really pretty man I just met.”
Ok, that wasn’t fair. I felt my knees buckle again and the air suddenly got really thick. He was smooth as glass. And I was being swept away.
Sensing my wooziness he said, “Looks like you need a drink. What’ll you have?” he said in that unbelievably deep, sexy drawl.
I nodded, “Scotch rocks.” I never drink that but it’s all I could get out.
For the rest of the time we had at the bar, I was glad he was chatty. He’s had an interesting life but, more to the point, I could barely speak. We danced a few times including one slow one where I didn’t want the song to end. I loved the feel of his strong arms around me and his smell was intoxicating. He would even lightly kiss my neck, now and again. Swoon!
When we were sitting down again, I got the shocker. He starts talking about his grandk**s. I stop him and say, “Grandk**s?”
He laughed and said, “Yes, I’m 71!”
I just about died. “71 and you’re a freaking sex god?” I thought to myself. Huh? And I’m wondering what he looks like naked?
He placed his hand on my shoulder, gave me a concerned look and said, “Look, honey. If you’re uncomfortable with that…”
“Uh, no. I just… Wow, 71! You’re fucking hot! Obviously, you take good care of yourself. I thought you were 20 years younger.
“Does it change things?”
“No, I was just about to invite you to my apartment.” I can’t believe that popped out of my mouth.
He smiled and leaned back. “You know, my hotel is just the next block over.”
I jumped to my feet.
“Slow down, cowboy. We have all night,” he cooed.
We had one more drink than made our way to the exit. Dave came over and I told him I’d give him a call the next day. He nodded with a real concerned look and backed away.
The walk over to Dan’s hotel was a delight. He was so interesting. He was an engineer like me and had worked his whole life in the oil industry. And, he was filthy rich. That wasn’t a concern. I had more important things on my mind.
We got into his hotel room and we attacked each other. Hands feeling bodies. His hands cupping my face. I so love that. My god, he was a great kisser! And he kept feeling my ass. Lovely!
His tongue prowled my mouth like a panther. I grabbed his shirt and popped the snaps all the way down revealing a tight, hard, muscled body. Not a wrinkle or an ounce of fat on him. I bent down to suck one of his nipples and he hissed like a Burmese Python. I ran my hands over his rock hard abs. Mine weren’t even like that.
I started undoing his belt and he grabbed my hands and stopped me.
“You just get your pretty little self ready for me and I’ll be out in a jiffy.”
He ducked into the bathroom and my clothes were off in an instant. I don’t think my cock had ever been that hard. I might have stretched it past my normal seven inches. I threw the covers back and laid down on my back. He was in total control.
He came out and I just about died, again. Lean, body, shapely legs and he was wearing a g-string that looked like it was holding in a small mammal. He came over, put his knee on the bed and pulled me to him. Our mouths met and our bodies melted into each other. We kissed like two starving people sharing a meal. I held his face, looked him in the eyes and said, “You are so fucking beautiful.” He smiled, kissed my hands then worked himself down my chest and stomach, stopping to kiss here and there.
“This can’t be happening,” I thought to myself.
He got to my cock and slid a finger underneath my cockring. “Sexy, love the way it makes the veins pop out.” Then he kissed the head.
I hissed and arched my back. It was like an electric shock had touched it!
He started rolling his tongue around my turgid penis, all the while making little compliments and moaning sounds. We were both panting like dogs.
He finally opens his mouth and took me all the way to my pubes. His mouth was heaven!
I knew I was close to coming and warned him but he kept deepthroating me like a pro. I could feel every groove in his mouth and gullet. I felt my balls begin to boil and I was at the point of no return. I begged him to stop but it seemed to only turn him on more. Finally I poured wave after wave of hot semen in his mouth which he greedily took from me. I collapsed after having probably the best orgasm of my life. No one can give a blowjob better than another man but this guy had a gift.
He moved up to kiss me on the mouth and we shared my sweet essence. I love the taste and texture of cum. I stroked his face while staring into his amazing eyes.
He jumped out of bed and declared. “My turn!”
He literally tore off his g-string and out tumbled the biggest cock I had ever seen. 10? 11 inches” And uncut.
A first for me.
Strangely, I was instantly horny again. My erection never actually completely subsided. He got between my legs, pushed my knees to my chest and started eating my ass.
There is nothing I like more. I was in heaven. He ate me like he was searching for a lost gold mine. I felt another orgasm coming on. I think he must have sensed it so he got up, grabbed something I couldn’t see and started smearing something on his cock.
“Sweetie, no!” I cried.
He bent forward, kissed me on the mouth, stroked my hair and said, “Trust me, baby.”
I relaxed a bit while he lubed up my ass. One finger, two, then three. I can’t describe it. I was over the moon. Most guys my age just spit on their dicks then shove it in. Don’t get me wrong. I love rough sex. But this was different. He was so patient, so loving, so sweet.
“Dan?”
“Yes, baby?”
“I love you.” And I meant it!
He smiled and kissed me lightly on the lips.
He moved forward and I could feel the fat head of his dick pressing against my shit chute.
I held my breath and felt the tip pop in. The pain was through the roof.
“Relax, honey.” While he reassuringly stroked my chest.
I had each of his arms in my hands hoping I could stop him from going forward any further.
He eased forward, slipping even more of that monster into me. I think I may have passed out for a second.
“There!” He exclaimed.
“There?”
“I’m all the way inside you. We’ll wait a bit while you adjust.”
Oh my god, he was so incredible. What a wonderful man and lover.
“Are you for real?” I asked.
He leaned forward and we kissed like ancient Greek lovers. He began to saw in and out of me and I was in another dimension of pleasure. I don’t think I’d ever felt this happy, either.
“Make me your wife, Dan. I don’t want this moment to end.” I murmured.
My cum was beginning to rise again. He was fucking me faster and faster.
“Dan, together, ok?”
He bore down and I could see the approaching orgasm on his face.
He started to growl like a hyena and I felt my man cream moving up my shaft.
His body became rigid as he pulsed into me. Felt like a pint of goo was being released into me. My cum simultaneously spewed from my penis, hitting his chest and dripping hot onto my gut. Our orgasms were perfectly timed, bodies and souls combined. I wanted no other human being at that moment than him.
We continued our lovemaking for the next several hours. I even got to fuck him once and it was indescribable. The guy had the stamina of a man a third his age.
Like me, for instance.
I left his room early the next morning. I was dazed, after having another passionate kissing session, my mouth, cock and ass raw and cum still streaming out of me. I couldn’t shit or sit properly for a week, afterwards. We got dressed, swapped business cards and he promised to fly me to Houston some day to visit. Of course, I knew he was lying. But a sweet lie, nevertheless. Kinda glad, anyway. I would have wanted to marry him. Get fucked like that all time? Are you k**ding me?
I got back to my place, fell on the couch and passed out for hours.
Of course, Dave called in the evening to get all the details.
I blurted, “Buddy, you won’t believe what happened to me, last night.”