At 56 years of age I could not believe my luck.
Here I was in the arms of a 23 year old bodybuilder. A bodybuilder with a hairy chest and an 8 inch cock.
I'm not very good at describing anyone to people so suffice to say he was my dream man. He was the man who when he shot his cum in my mouth I took every drop. When he pissed in my mouth I took every drop of that as well.
I apologize for being so blunt and vulgar. But perhaps that was how I felt about the man. I cannot not speak eloquently about what I shared with him because my desires and needs are not cerebral. They are physical pure and simple.
From the moment I saw him I wanted him. I would do anything to be with him. To bury my face in his chest as he held me. To swirl my tongue in his mouth. To feel the rhythmic thrusts of his cock as he pounded my mouth.
It all began three years ago when he came to work at the office. We hit it off right away. We both loved sports and we took our lunch hours together and talked baseball or football.
We were both single and he use to tell me about his hot girlfriends.
There were a lot of women in our office and he had affairs with some of them. He even had an affair with the head of one of the other departments. She was a bitch and he agreed. Every time he slept with her he would go to lunch with me the next day and tell me what had happened when he was with her.
We worked together for over a year.
By the way; his name was Rick. Not his real name because I am a private man and so is he.
To be honest when Rick quit I thought we would lose touch. Of course there were promises of getting together and going to a strip club but I assumed he would go on to bigger and better things.
It was around this time that social media became popular and both Rick and I were online and we belonged to all the popular sites and so much to my pleasant surprise we did not lose touch.
In fact a few weeks after he left the office he messaged me and said that we should get together at the strip club I was always telling him about.
I cannot explain how I was feeling that night when I picked him up and we headed to the club. He told me that earlier in the day he was working out and all he thought about was going to the strip club. He also told me that night that he was going to enter some bodybuilding contests.
Ironically on this night I would ask Rick questions about bodybuilding for the first time. I never did when we were working. I guess I was self-conscious about this. I guess I did not want him to know that at night I would often masturbate over the thought of worshipping his perfect male body.
We both enjoyed our night at the strip club. Of course the women liked him and I acted as if I was jealous.