As a young cock sucker all I wanted to do was catch it, suck it, swallow it and move on. The chase was fun and I was very good at it. Gaydar on full alert. Checking out every boy's package. After years of dreaming about it when I finally sucked my first cock I felt like I had a new toy, a toy with never ending batteries. A toy I carried with me from college into the work world. I realized much too late that had I slowed down and taken my time I would have enjoyed the sex for more than just the physical moment.
Now in my fifties, I'm a much better person and lover. True story. Last week I was walking out of the grocery store and the heat reflecting from the pavement was terrible. A young employee of the store offered to carry my groceries to my car and I gladly accepted.
"Mr Morris, Im Frank."
"Good to meet you Frank. I didn't think y'all carried groceries to the cars anymore."
"We don't," he said. "But I am off the rest of the day and I saw you and thought I could...help you out." I'm only fifty. I was thinking, do I look like I need help? Wait, what did he mean? He wasn't thinking about...no I'm too old for him. I looked at his ass as he put the bags in my suv. It's almost like he was giving me a show and I liked it. My dick began to flutter. He turned his head and smiled. My dick was getting hard. The implication was clear.
"So...would you like to help me...put my groceries up?"
"Sure. Can we swim afterwards?"
"Absolutely."
That was a bit of a shocker. He followed me to my house and true to his word he helped me unload and put the groceries up. And then...he stripped naked in my kitchen.
In my youth I would have fallen to my knees taken his cock, grabbed his ass cheeks and sucked him dry and sent him on his way. But not today, not now.
"My, Frank. That's...pretty impressive. And..."
"Too much? Did I read you wrong?" His dick stood straight out, proud and on point.
"I'm not sure when you read me but no, no you did not read me wrong." I crossed to him and moved his cock out of the way as I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his lips. His cock bounced between my legs. After a few moments Frank began to remove my clothes. T-shirt first then the shorts and underwear. While I couldn't quite match him inch for inch, I was close and my cock proudly stood out in front of me. I raised each foot as he removed my top siders.
"Let's swim," he said.
Exiting through the kitchen French doors we stepped onto the cement floor which was hotter than it should be. I grabbed us a beer from the beer fridge and we stepped into the water.
Do you mind if I ask you your age?"
"20. I look a bit younger, but I begin my senior year at Ole Miss in two weeks."
"What's your major?"
"English and a minor in history."
"Wow."
"I'm hoping to get into law school.
I watched his naked body cut through the clear water. Each muscle firing when called upon. We swam close to one another but never close enough to touch. We're naked, we're swimming and we're drinking beer. The flirt level was high. The electricity flowed through my body anticipating what was to come. We swam for a bit before he stepped out of the pool at the beach end. I watched as he shook his blondish, shoulder length hair and wiped his face with a towel. Broad shoulders, narrow waist and an ass that was surely the model for Michelangelo's David.
He took a swallow of beer and looked over his shoulder and said, "I'm going in now. Which way to your bedroom?" I hopped out, dried off and hooked my arm in his as we walked down the hall.
Frank was all over my ass. He was like a warrior on a quest. We spent the day exploring, kissing, nibbling each other. Frank was an incredible lover. He took his time when he wanted to. He was in control and I loved it.
I knew that before this day was over his dick would wind up in my ass. We rolled all over the bed. We kissed. His lips were perfect. He ran his hand over my chest stopping at my nipples to temporarily torture them.
