For a fifty year old he aged well and soon enough after months of flirting over social media, and skyping, he'd invited me on a date to meet up with each other. I was only twenty one but at his age, Hank had managed to talk his way in to many meets ups with me online that transformed in to meets ups face to face. He was a sly and very charming man who made me realize how much I loved muscle daddies. Him being a biker didn't hurt either. Hank was a smooth talker who knew how to get me riled up, and he'd made me feel good about being in a vulnerable position. It was a relationship I knew was going to end up in bed, over and over again.
We agreed to meet at a public place first, only for caution's sake, but we were very comfortable around one another. We met at a cafe from where I lived and dressed in casual wear just to look like I knew what I was doing. When I arrived at the cafe I was looking for him. There he was, with a square jaw, bald head and great physique. My mind told me to turn back, but I just went for it. I walked over and he smiled noticing me. He asked me to sit-down and after a while I felt comfortable around him. Quickly the tension wore off and we chattered like old friends for hours.
He was divorced and ultimately preferred men to women; he also knew I was experimenting and open to new experiences, but didn't seem anxious to try anything other than the casual flirting. That day was filled with fun experiences including pool, lunch and driving around on his bike with me on the back of it. I knew things were taking a turn for the better when I began hanging on like one of his lovers, holding on for dear life. The bike would take a pause prompting to subtly grab his crotch which he seemed to enjoy. Eventually I just set my hands down on his crotch, leaned against his back, and let the bike take us away.
At twenty I didn't feel right letting myself become vulnerable to a fifty year old I'd just met, but he felt right, and that day after a lot of driving we'd settled at a diner on the coast. I couldn't explain it but he had a way of making me do things by talking his way through to me. Maybe it was because I was young or inexperienced but my hesitation always met no match for his will.
That day during dinner, we'd spent most of the time talking and he'd jokingly suggested that he jerk me off under the table. I'd denied it adamantly, but after twenty minutes of talk, he'd convinced me that it was a daring idea. He leaned over and began caressing my cock under the table. I was uncomfortable at first but then he unzipped my pants and started jerking me off in public. I became so aroused and tilted my head back.
He smiled at the sight of me in pleasure then grabbed my hand and led me to his bike cutting dinner in half and almost storming out of the diner with our cocks hanging out of our pants. We drove to his apartment where he made me feel comfortable around him. We talked and then he leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips. I was terrified but aroused. Then before I knew it we were making out passionately on his couch, I was swimming in heaven. His tight shirt, goatee, and bald head made me aroused which had never happened to me before.
He kissed my neck and I sighed with pleasure, he undid my shirt and slowly gently kissed my nipples. I stopped him. He looked concerned and asked me what was wrong.