Like some straight guys, I've always been curious about sex with another man.
After years of reading and watching gay porn online, and amusing myself with toys, the simulations simply weren't stimulating any more. I decided to take the next step and have a real encounter.
I posted a profile to a gay dating site: "59 years old and looking to explore my bi-side with NSA meet-ups. I'm 5' 6" and about 170 lbs. Seeking someone around my age who'll show me the ropes. Must be DDF and cut. Available most of the time. Can host or travel."
I received a number of replies, mostly from other curious guys or younger ones, which didn't really interest me. I wanted someone with experience.
About a week later, I received a message that piqued my interest: "Hi there, I can help you explore your bi side. We can take it slowly. Have you ever been edged? Great way to start! I can host."
His profile said he was 63, 6' 0" and 195 lbs. His pic showed a rugged looking, clean shaven, man with a full head of gray hair and a friendly smile.
I responded: "Thanks for reaching out. I'm definitely interested. I have absolutely no experience, so taking it slow is how I want to go."
We agreed to meet at his place Friday evening at 7 p.m. He lived in a condo about a 20-minute drive from my place.
Friday arrived. I had butterflies in my stomach, both in anticipation of what I was about to do and some trepidation - after all, this guy was a complete stranger. I showered and headed out, determined not to chicken out.
The condo was a newly built low-rise, just four floors. I punched in the buzzer code he gave me, heard the door click, and walked in. His corner unit was on the ground floor, down a corridor to the right. I got to the door and was just about to knock, when it opened.
"Hi, I'm Max, come in," he said with a welcoming smile, gesturing me in.
He was barefoot and wearing a black nylon track suit. He was lean and I could tell he kept in shape.
"I'm Paul, nice to meet you," I replied and entered, slipping off my flip flops.
As we walked into the living room, Max said, "Look, I realize you're probably nervous, so let's take it easy. Have a seat on the couch and I'll pour us each a glass of wine. There's no pressure on you to do anything. Just enjoy yourself. If you decide you'd rather do nothing, well at least you'll have had a glass of nice Pinot Noir and some conversation."
He went into the kitchen, and I looked around. The place was open concept. The living room area had a couch and two easy chairs, all leather, facing a gas fireplace. On one side of the fireplace was a bookshelf, on the other an entertainment centre with a TV and stereo system. In front of the couch was a rustic, faded red chest serving as a coffee table.
I sat down on the couch and he returned, handed me a glass and sat down beside me.
"Cheers," he said, as we clinked glasses. "Tell me about yourself."
I told him I had been married for 27 years, but split up about eight years ago. I hadn't done much dating, and I was now semi-retired, doing a bit of project management consulting work to keep busy.
Max told me he had retired at 55 after selling a successful property development company, so he and his partner, Aaron, could travel the world. Unfortunately, his partner died a few years later.
"I prefer to remain single and play the field," he said, with a chuckle as he patted my thigh.
I felt completely at ease. We made small talk for a while, mostly about sports and current events, while sipping our wine. When Max finished his, he placed his glass on the chest in front of us, and said, "Ready?"
I put my glass down beside his. We got up and he led me down a hall, past a den and bathroom, to his bedroom. It had king-sized bed with black bedding, with night tables on each side. The curtains were closed and the only light was a lamp on top of a bureau, making the room somewhat dim.
"Let's get these off you, shall we," Max said as he lifted my t-shirt above my now outstretched arms.
He undid my shorts and pulled them down, along with my underwear. I stepped out of them, now naked in front of Max.
"Hop up on the bed and lay on your back in the middle, with your legs spread," he said. I moved toward the bed and climbed on, my excitement growing. "Now, to get the full effect of edging, I am going to put a sleep mask on you. It helps heighten the sensation."
Max put the mask on. I felt him get on the bed. He placed both hands on my thighs and slowly moved them up and down. I started to get hard. He kept rubbing my thighs, and then stopped. I heard a squirting sound, and felt him move closer.
He grabbed my now hard cock and began slowly stroking it with one oily hand, and massaging my balls with the other. Every so often he would rub his palm atop my cock, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. He would quicken the stroking, and then dial it back to a slower pace.
My body was soon moving to the rhythm he set. Just as I felt I was near coming, he would stop and massage my balls, before stroking me again. I was now moaning with pleasure. It felt absolutely amazing, like nothing I had ever experienced.
I heard another squirting sound, and felt warm oil flow down my cock, dripping onto my balls. He again worked his hand all over my cock. The closer I would get to coming, I would start thrusting, and he would know to stop, preventing me from shooting my load. Sometimes he'd stick a finger in my ass, which just about put me over the edge. Other times, he would twist a nipple, giving me pain and pleasure simultaneously.
"You know, there's something else that would heighten the experience even more," he said, quietly. "Would you allow me to tie your arms and legs loosely to the bed?"
Whoa, I thought. Not sure being naked and tied to a complete stranger's bed was a good idea. But this felt so good, and Max was so gentle.
