I was nervous. Frankly, I was even a little afraid. Here I was, 60 and divorced, and I was about to meet a man for sex. After all those years of not even allowing myself to think of it, I had finally taken the step that had been in the back of my mind for years. I was going after cock. I told myself I was up for anything -- fucking, sucking, etc. -- except kissing. Somehow that didn't appeal to me and even turned me off. But after spending the past two months deeply into porn online, telling the truth that what turned me on and got me hard were the cocks -- not the women - and then the men doing their best to suck and fuck them, I was taking the step.
I found Jonas online, through a gay hookup app. He had a reputation that he was proud of, and a track record that came with lots of adulation. His profile said he had a large cock, and that he specialized in helping men who had only thought about it to fully enjoy themselves and discover their love for their fellow man. Or men.
First off, if I was going to go down this road, I wanted it to be with a guy who was hung. I couldn't say why -- but he had to be bigger than my six inches. It was while I was reading the comments on his profile that I was hooked.
"Jonas took a long time talking to me before we got to sex. I had tried with other guys before, but something always went wrong and it was disappointing. After he heard that, he suddenly became dominating. He told me what to do. He forced me to suck him and to take him down my throat where he came. I came when he did that! He made me take his cock up my ass and I loved it. He made me gay and now I'm converted."
"Somehow, he knew that I needed to take it slow. Eventually, I gave up my ass to him and he was both loving and demanding. It was perfect."
There were more accolades, but overall, I got the sense that guys like me were his target. He knew what to do with us. So, I went ahead and contacted him. I was surprised when a day after I sent my email, my phone rang.
"Hi, this is Thomas" I said as I answered it.
"Thomas, this is Jonas. Do you know who I am?"
"Yes, sir, I do. I'm so happy you called me."
"Happy enough to give you a hardon?" He asked.
"Not yet, since I guess I'm more surprised than aroused."
"Then tell me, Thomas, what would arouse you? What would turn you on, if you could have anything you wanted? Describe your ideal scenario to me. In detail."
"Well, I'm very new at this."
"Forget that bullshit. What have you been fantasizing about?"
"Oh. Well, I guess it would be meeting a tall man, well built, face to face. Noticing that he was well hung, I would move close to him and look up at his face. He'd look at me and tell me to get on my knees. I would do that and be staring at his crotch."
"And?"
"And he'd tell me to go ahead and discover what he had in his pants. I would run my hands up his legs, feeling how big they are and how strong he his, up his stomach and back down, working my way closer and closer to his dick. And then I would start feeling around his cock. I would lay my head against it. Suck on it through his pants. And then I would undo his belt, unzip his pants and reach into them to take out his big dick."
"Good. I'm with you so far. What then?"
"I'd probably just look at it. It would be bigger than mine. Thicker. Because he would be more of a man than I am. I'd slide his pants down his legs to reveal his full length as well as his balls. I'd run my hands all over his crotch -- his balls, his cock, his ass. I would hold his big dick in my hands and feel his strength. And all I would want to do is worship his as an ultimate man."
"Have you ever sucked cock before?"
"Yes, a couple of times I've been to glory holes and sucked the cocks that came through. Most have been small. Desperate guys looking to get off. Never a man who knew his own power and knew he deserved to be blown."
"Very good. So, you would have a big cock in your hands, on your knees, facing it. What then?"
"I'd lick at it. Wash it with my tongue. Make him know I was nothing and his cock was as magnificent tool. I would open my mouth and start to take him into it. I would get it to the back of my throat, hold my breath and push him into my throat. And at that point he would take over and slowly begin to fuck my face. He would hold my head in his hands and pump in and out until his balls bounced on my chin. He would tell me how lucky I was that I was getting to suck him. How worthless I was, and how I could only gain value by sucking his cock and letting him cum down his throat."
"Are you hard now?"
"How did you know?"
"I can hear it in your voice. You want to be dominated by an alpha male, don't you?"
"Yes. I do. I want a big man with a big dick to turn me into his personal cum bucket, his devoted cock sucker."
"Very good. And if he stopped fucking your face?"
"I would ask him what he wants and give it to him."
"Even if that means your ass?"
"Absolutely. I would hope he would want to take my ass. To force his big cock into it and fill me up. To pound my ass until he comes in it."