I was recently widowed, now living alone. Sure, had friends and family members that were there for me. However, I really needed a little more than that. I had the "urge to merge" but did not know where to look. So of course, I went online.
Yeah, I was looking for sex, but a little more than that. Not sure how to describe it. I was surprised at how many women, and men were on these numerous "dating" sites. Some seemed to be quite unbelievable, or risky, at least in my line of thought. When I see a picture without a face and the line, "Let's fuck" or something like that, I'm not going there.
I was not really looking to find a serious relationship with a woman, it seemed too soon. Now I've always been a little curious about having a "fling" with another guy. I remember back when I was a kid, me and the neighbor boy would find the old man's porn stash in the basement, and we would jack off together. It was fun, but no strings attached, that's for sure. So, I thought I might take a look at a "men looking for men" site. I wasn't looking for the younger guys, more somebody my age.
I was surprised at how many men on these sites would show pictures of their cock, and not a whole lot of anything else. Like they are trolling or something, that wasn't for me. However, I did find a couple of guys that seemed interesting, about the same age, and in the area. So, I made contact.
Started "chatting" with a few, even exchanged phone numbers. Talked with one or two, but did not make any physical contact. Then there was Ken, we seemed to hit it off, at least on line. We agreed to meet up at the local Starbucks, have coffee and see if we wanted to go from there.
Well it went pretty good. We discovered we had a lot in common; both of us were widowers, living alone, and liked dogs! We both had a mutt at home, and thought the world of them. So, we set up another meet, this time at a local park, where we could walk with the dogs and talk, away from any folks that might be listening in to our conversation. That meet up also went quite well.
The next time we met was also at the park, but this time no dogs. It looked like it was going to rain. Ken invited me to sit in his car with him, so we could talk without getting wet. As we were sitting there he asked, "Is it okay if I hold you?"
I responded with "Of course it's okay" and he gave me a hug.
Next thing I know, he slips his hand onto my thigh, and slides it up to my crotch, and gives my cock a squeeze. He then puts his hand inside the waist of my slacks, and takes hold onto my dick. "This is what I want to hold, it feels good" he whispered to me. He then just sits there and gently squeezes my cock. This of course, is making my cock rise to the occasion. He then says "Good, you're getting nice and hard" I opened my slacks and zipper to give him easier access, and let him continue.
After a minute or two of us just sitting there, and him playing with my cock, he says "I'm sorry, but I really need to be going. Have errands to run and other things." He removes his hand from my crotch, gives me another hug and says "Button up; we can continue this at a later time." I'm a bit shaken up by this, but I do zip back up, button my slacks and I get out of the car. He says "I'll give you a call later this evening" as he starts the engine.
"Great" I say, and sort of stumble back to my car, nursing a hard on, hoping that nobody can see the condition I'm in.
That evening, Ken does call and invites me to his place on Saturday afternoon. Said we can grill up some burgers and hotdogs or something, and I say "See ya then, looking forward to it".
I arrive at Ken's place about 2:30 PM, and was surprised to see another car in his driveway. I ring his doorbell, and he answers the door, invites me in. He is wearing shorts, but no shirt. He says "Let's go out to the back porch, want you to meet somebody" as we head to the back of his house.
As we get there, I see another guy standing there, also shirtless and holding a beer in his hand. Ken says "Tim (that's me), this is Stan, a good friend of mine".
