This is based on a true story which happened to me in November of 2009...up until this point, I had been with several old men, but this particular one was special and I still remember every detail...
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My name is Jeet...back in 2009, I was 23 years old, out of college and starting nursing school. I enjoyed my time and was living in the moment. I had one serious girlfriend in college, but we broke up soon after. I was young and adventurous. Part of that adventure was sexual. I had been attracted to old men (especially the overweight, seemingly unattractive ones) for quite some time, but it was not until college and living away from home for the first time in my life, that I was able to act upon this desire. I signed up for the usual dating profiles and hooked up with a few old men. I had some great experiences, but now I was back home again living with my parents and that burning desire to find another old man hit me hard.
I found another website, and in May of 2009, I created a profile. At first, I got a few hits. There were no pictures of myself on the website, but my profile was alluring nonetheless. One day, I received an e-mail...it was from a 56 year old man named Roger (real name concealed). He described himself as large and hairy and he also noted that he was interested in meeting me. He requested some pictures of mine. Included in his e-mail were his pictures...my heart started racing as I gazed at what appeared to be a massive bear of a man...his back completely covered in thick silver hair, his head balding on top. His lips looked thick and kissable, and he had glasses. He seemed like a gentle giant. He stated that he was about 6'2" and over 350 lbs. I was very protective of my privacy, so I never shared my pictures, but with him, I could not hold back. Nervous yet excited, I sent him a couple of my pictures.
I'm pretty modest, but girls generally think I'm good looking, and every man I had ever slept with was quite pleased with my face and body. I'm East Indian in origin, but I am relatively light skinned with an olive complexion. I run 3 miles a day and at the time I was around 170 lbs on a 5'10" body. I also lifted weights regularly and was pretty well-toned. I didn't quite have a six-pack but I was flat and firm in the stomach region. I suppose Roger concurred with the others and remarked at how handsome and attractive I was in the pictures.
We e-mailed back and forth for a few months until I was finally able to move away for some rotations. Fast forward to November 2009...I had e-mailed Roger and let him know of my plans to meet him.
In preparation, I shaved my legs and everything in between. I am naturally not very hairy to begin with, but I wanted to truly create an experience of submission.
That night I reached my new living quarters and once I settled in, I called him and we decided that I would meet at his place. I threw on some shorts (no underwear), a tanktop, and a zip-up sweater.
The drive there felt like forever. Finally, I reached, but had some difficulty getting to his actual apartment, so he stepped out to assist. I pulled up next to him and we stared at each other.
Here he was, all 6'2" 350+ pounds of bear staring down at me, stripping me naked with his eyes, fucking me, making me cum...I lost focus and my heart was going 160 bpm...I was shivering. He had a baritone voice and he looked at me and pointed to an open parking spot and told me to park there. I licked my lips and softly said "Ok". He was not able to notice that my hand was in between my legs, and that I was groping myself in excitement and also in anticipation.
I parked and stepped out. He was wearing shorts, an extra large button down shirt and shoes. He did not approach me, but I checked him out as we walked in. Once we entered the apartment, he came up to me to hug, but I pushed back and motioned that I wanted to take off my sweater first. At this point, I was wearing my tank top and shorts. He put his hand on my ass and guided me to a large sofa.
We sat down, I sat with my legs curled up but open towards him. He leaned in and asked me "How was the drive?"
I was sooo nervous I could barely answer, but I was so attracted to him. Nervously and in a tiny meek voice I responded, "Took way too long to get here."
With that, he put his left arm around my shoulder and leaned in and kissed me. We made out forever. He pushed his massive tongue into my mouth and kissed my mouth whole, wildly. His thick, meaty lips engulfed my mouth. His tongue felt like it was in the back of my throat, forcing its way in my mouth. I had never really kissed another man before, perhaps it was my relative inexperience and shame, but all my inhibitions were subdued tonight. I was going to let Roger take me, I wanted Roger to take advantage of my tiny body and ravish it till his heart was content. I had never met a man like him and he pretty much hit every mark for the man in my fantasy.
My lust for him was insatiable, but I easily could sense that he wanted me quite badly as well. He seemed to hunger for me. He seemed very experienced, but I wondered how long it had been since he had gotten any.
With his right hand, he pulled up my tank top, revealing my breasts. He looked at my nipples, dark and erect. My breasts are somewhat larger, and while they are no where near female proportions, they definitely showed. He seemed to enjoy this and without further adieu he leaned in and started sucking on the right breast. I tilted my head back and began moaning softly and without control, "Oh my, oooh, Ohh, ohh..." I could not stop myself from moaning. I looked down and saw his massive bald head bobbing up and down. He still had some hair on the sides of his head, his ears were large and there was silver/gray hair coming out from seeming every corner but the top of his big head. I kissed his head. With a flick of his left arm he pulled my entire body over to move my left side closer to his waiting mouth. He took my left breast in his mouth. Meanwhile, his right hand started moving up my exposed right thigh. He began to move his hand slowly up my shorts and he stopped just short of my mound. By this time, I was rock hard and my shorts were loose and so I was completely exposed exposed. By instinct I had opened my legs for him, waiting for his big, thick hands to explore all that I had to offer him.
He looked down and saw my 7" erection. He stopped sucking on my breasts and stood up and grabbed me by my hand and led me to his bed. He threw me down like a rag doll and opened my legs. He groped me wildly with his hand up my shorts. He had large beefy fingers which completely engulfed my cock. I looked so small under him. Effortlessly, he pulled off my shorts, exposing me completely. He also yanked off my tank top, making me completely naked. My nipples were erect and I was begging myself not to cum. I had never felt this way before and I stopped just short of begging him to fuck me.
I realized that Roger was not much of a talker. He was friendly enough, but he pretty much stuck to minding my body. He seemed genuinely attracted to me and was having difficulty controlling himself in spite of his experience.