I had experimented with gay sex during college but had not indulged for over 20 years. In my late 40's, trapped in a bad marriage, I began to recall my college days and began to spend a lot of time in gay chat rooms. I started hooking up with men I met at these sites. During my college days, I was usually the one who was getting fucked and it was mostly with older men. Now I was an older man and my first few hook-ups were with younger men and I was the one doing the fucking. However, more and more I was remembering my college experiences and the need to be fucked returned to me in a very strong way.
I had just turned 50 and, if I do say so, I looked a good 10 years younger. I was just under 6' tall, exercised regularly and had a good build. I travelled a lot and I would arrange for hook-ups in cities I visited on business trips. I decided to advertise for someone around my age who was looking for a tight ass to fill.
I finally received a tempting reply from a guy named Karl. He lived in a city I was soon to visit. Karl was recently divorced and, like me, had experimented earlier in life and was interested in trying it again. He was 47, 6'-2", and African-American. We exchanged pictures, first G rated and then X-rated. I was very impressed with the size of his cock and could not wait to meet him. We agreed to meet for a drink in my hotel bar.
Finally the day arrived, I was as nervous as a high school kid going on his first date. I was the only one in the bar that evening and I saw a tall, handsome black man enter. I timidly waved at him and he walked up to my table. "Tom?" he asked. I nodded and he sat down and ordered a drink. We chatted for a while about nothing in particular as we finished our drinks.
I smiled at him and asked, "Well, shall we?" He agreed and I led the way to my room. Once inside, we each began to undress. I could immediately see that his pictures did not lie. His cock was huge, even half-hard it was around 7" long and thick. As soon as we were naked, I fell to my knees and took a hold of it. I stroked it a few times and it grew to an impressive 9". I began to lick it. I ran my tongue all around his cock head, licking his piss slit and massaging it with my lips. Gradually I worked my mouth down his shaft until his cock hit the back of my throat. At first, I was only able to get about halfway down. Slowly I overcame my gag reflex and took his man meat deep into my throat.
I serviced him for a few minutes before he said, "Let's get in bed." I needed no further encouragement. He hugged me and held me close. I oved the feeling of our cocks pressed against each other's bodies. I ran my hands all over his body, feeling his strong muscles - like me, Karl exercised a lot.