I was by no means inexperienced, with women and transexuals, but I had never taken a man to my bed. I hadn't really thought about it or fantasised. Then one day I was browsing the personals, and I was drawn to a photograph of a man, from neck down to hips. It headed a post which contained both heterosexual and bisexual scenarios that interested him, a simple man to man experience was not included but it awoke a response from me.
He would visit fellow hedonists, all to the good, sensuality was a must, but of course, I was intrigued. Intrigued by my own response as much as anything. After a couple of days I decided, with no great anticipation of a positive reply, to set out a scenario for a meeting. His style of reply showed education, and outlined his standards for a successful liaison. My own 'tick boxes' were adequately filled, and with very little to and fro the meeting was arranged. Even so my expectations were mixed, I would have welcomed a no show or sex session with the same emotion.
On the day I was showered, prepared for all eventualities with my house tidied and fresh bedding, towels and other necessities and waited for a call. The phone rang with amazing punctuality and the last details of the journey to my home was conveyed. His car was clean, unlike mine, and certainly a level above my somewhat older vehicle. We hadn't exchanged any details other than weight, height and the fact that neither of us smoked or took drugs. He was on Prep which suggested that he had taken part in the kind of bisexual scenarios he had suggested, and I had been on the drug for a while, a good precaution when I found I was attracted to transexuals and it had proved to be a prerequisite for some very entertaining sex sessions.
We were both clean shaven, he was a good three inches taller and looked about my age of fifty three. He was immaculately dressed and groomed, his manner was self assured and he didn't show any signs of disappointment with my appearance, all good.
The first few minutes are always the most difficult, if the feeling is that it is going to get worse one or both parties need to make the decision to cancel. Neither of us did so, the twinge I felt in my manhood convinced me I was ready for this new experience. It did flash a thought into my mind that being in a sexual situation was a trigger that would not be squeezed if we had met in a normal social way. There was no natural attraction for me but sexual feelings had been activated.
I made him welcome but it was he that made a gentle move, placing a had on my hip. I didn't reciprocate but offered a drink, water was accepted and we sat on a couch and confirmed the details of the potential for love making. I thought as host that I should now make physical contact and place my hand on his inner thigh, I was surprised by my own response as my penis started to swell at this relatively tame beginning. He smiled at the touch and when I moved my face towards him he leaned toward me and our lips met. The kiss was soft, neither of us taking control, both happy to experience the soft moist warmth. I was now straining against my pants and moved as subtly as I could to ease the pressure. I made short, gentle kisses which he seemed to enjoy and he placed a hand on my chest, and slipped his fingers either side of a shirt button. As our tentative exchange continued he unbuttoned my shirt and caressed me. I resisted the temptation to move my hand to the bulge between his legs, that would wait, I didn't want this to be a short first time.