Josh and I had been messaging from a gay dating site for a while and moved into texting frequently. He was half my age but into older daddy-type figures. I'm not into the daddy/son role play, but I enjoyed chatting with Josh. I normally go for women but Josh was intriguing. He had shared a photo of his long, uncut black cock, and I had a desire to play with it. He wanted to play with mine, too.
I thought we were going to meet. I had suggested a walk in a park between where we lived, and if we both felt comfortable we could go over to my place later. But then I didn't hear back from him. Turns out he had some big stuff come up in his life. But then I was looking at personals recently and he messaged me. I invited him over to talk after hearing he'd been through a rough patch. He said he was free and could come.
A half hour later he texted to say he was at my apartment. I went outside to show him where to park. I was nervous meeting him. I hadn't been with a guy in a long time and not one half my age. But I immediately felt comfortable with him. We hugged and headed into my place. Sitting on the couch talking, my nerves faded and I found myself enjoying Josh's company. For a 22-year old he showed a lot of maturity.
After a while we decided to put on a movie. He leaned against me and I put my arm around him. After serveral minutes I felt him slide closer to me and his hand on my thigh. Josh was slightly taller than me--probably 6 ft, slender with smooth, brown skin. His long fingers caressed my leg. I pulled the hem of his shirt up a little so that I could rub my fingers on his back.
After a little more time passed, holding and caressing each other, we turned and held each other's eyes. I'm not usually big on kissing other men, but we pressed our lips against each other. And kept kissing. And kissing. And touching. Josh was practically in my lap.