When we did meet, at last alone together, we kissed deeply, sighing, crotches seeking mutual touch, our breathing rapid and frantic. We french kissed, a delicious battle of tongues I am in my late 40s, already grey haired, he 20, pretty, male, but yes pretty. Naked now on the bed, he blonde, short hair, young face, cute cock, slightly smaller than mine, but perfect and so hard. He was clean shaven down there, me with light pubic hair.
Naked on the bed, that moment, deliciously, he repeated "put your legs round me". Oh how I love those words, and how he said them! We were so close to orgasm, as our cocks touched, then rubbed together. Our pre cum copious, soaking, penis to penis. We writhed against each other, as I told him about how I had been so turned on by those words of his. He told me how he loved the feel of an older man, the mixture of calm control, amidst desperate need we older men tend to have. He also told me how he loved to frot, and would do it with a friend when they went walking in the countryside together.
They would also, sometimes, do it together, when just the two of them were at the urinals. They had not been caught yet, and he feared it, but it also made it more exciting. They also had been to a club with a glory hole, pretending they were strangers, and frot on one or others' side of the glory hole. Another guy had seen it happen, and joined them in a private room at the gay club. They had rubbed the 3 cocks together.
Desperate I grabbed our cocks together, we could not wait. We would be gentle later, fuck later, but now hot spunk, white, shot from us, and over us, impossible to tell who's was who's.
We then showered, exploring each others' rose buds with deft, yet determined fingers, kissing each other's nips, and again grinding our cocks together. We dried each other, tantalisingly, our cocks becoming wetter, as we towelled them. Soon he was kneeling on the bed, his pretty face and eyes saying "fuck me". I entered him carefully. There was a cry of pain from him, then of joy, as I built up to a steady pounding, my muscles tensed, my need for him overwhelming. He began to squeeze my cock, milking me with his rear passage. With a roar, I emptied rope after rope of hot sperm into his guts. I then begged him to fuck me, he having come only once, and young and so virile. His young, sweet cock stirred my arse and brain to bliss. after too short a time, he came deep within me. We then 69ed for hours, cleaning our cocks with our tongues, then giving them renewed hardness and need. After another delicious cum, we fell asleep.with our arms and legs wrapped round each other. This could not be for one day only.
We arranged to meet again, this time he would pretend to catch me wanking in the woods, then wordlessly come over and help me. Bliss!
