Sixty Nine - and Counting!

What a waste! So many of my precious years are gone. It's time to make up for lost opportunities...and I will!

"Never? I'm your first?" Colin looks bewildered and amused.

"You sure are." I've been telling him the whys and wherefores of my sorry sex life since we met a few days ago at the gym. I'd better explain how, at sixty nine, I attracted Colin, who is all of forty eight.

"And you really are that old? I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way." He looks embarrassed.

"It's okay, Colin. How old did you think I was when I first came on to you at the gym?" I know what his response will be.

"Around 59...maybe 60 at most. Let me see your license, Tim!" He needs proof. I have been here before - not in a sexual way, just needing to prove my real age to someone for whatever reason.

"Damn. It's true. Maybe your name, which is kind of childlike, you know: Tim...Timmy...maybe that threw me off." I can see the wheels turning in his mind. Oh. Did I mention that we are both naked in my bed; at the beginning of our first time together? The age thing came up because Colin could not help but notice the amount of gray in my manbush. Then he took in the rest of my salt and pepper body hair, and asked about my age.

"What of it? I color my head hair once a month; but have never held back my age once asked. You just assumed..." He's leaning in and kissing me now. Passionate. Sensual. Lovingly deep kissing like the way we were before he got onto my 'real' age issue.

"Daddy? Grandpa? Old man? What should I call you?" He has an impish look; and is laughing. Not at me. I know he is not laughing at me.

"Call me by your name...Oh, Fuck, I don't care, as long as you call me again and often!" Now we are both laughing. Colin is pushing me down onto my back. He's going down on me now, mumbling...

"This...is not...old cock...for sure, not...Mmmm...Mmmm..." He knows it is not polite to talk with a mouthful - or even possible, with my stiffy plugging up his airway!

"Okay. Okay, Colin. Getting close here. I can't...can't...OH. FUUUCK!!!" There goes my first gay load into a man's hot mouth and throat. What a rush!

Part 2 -

Let's rewind a bit. I have worked out sporadically all of my life. I still have the body I had in high school...with just a few wrinkles and sags. Going back to the gym for the first time in four years, I felt proud of myself, not a bit self-conscious, yet I knew to take it easy on the equipment at first. Always a 'visual stalker', I took in the man meat on display. Not to be judgmental, but a lot of the young ones had beer bellies, poor posture, and spent more time on their phones and music thingies than they did on their workouts!

"Hey, bud...spot me?" I have picked out a good looking guy near me. I've been watching him work out for a while. Nice body, calm disposition, gym gear maybe just a little too put together...hmmm.

"Sure. I'm Colin. Let's do it!" Assuming he meant the 'spotting', I nod, and begin my set. Lifting the barbell is the easy part. Keeping my boner from popping is much harder to do, as Colin's scent and body heat wafts towards me - his thighs just inches away - his crotch right above my face...you get the idea. I even get a glimpse of the red briefs he is wearing under his shorts. That does it. Boner time!

Getting up from the bench, I stand and extend my hand for a shake. "Tim, here. Thanks for the help, Colin. Let me return the favor sometime." As we shake hands and share a little small talk, I can see his eyes dart to my crotch, and back again. Got one!

"Deal. But why wait for that? Let's grab something to eat after our workouts...that is, if you..."

"Let's do it!" If he feels half of what my imagination is cooking up right now, 'doing it' will take us into the morning for eats. I get a powerful hunger after good sex. I have a feeling that tonight, Colin and I will fill ourselves less with food, and more with each other.

"Your place is nice, Tim. I need my own gay guy to help make my place look this good....know of anyone?" Impish smile. He's fishing. I'm hooked!

"Sit with me, Colin. Let me think." And let my arm go around your muscular shoulders. Let my thigh crush against yours. Let our faces be inches apart so we can only see each other. Only breathe the same air. Only fail to contain the urge to kiss...

"Nice. Bedroom?" That's how Colin and I got to where we are. Now that my load is in his belly, I am stoked to return the favor. At 48, Colin is the best of what 'dad bod' means. He stands about my height, 5'9", when not on a bed, that is. He looks to weigh more than me - maybe twenty pounds more, and it is all densely packed muscle. The dusting of hair covering his chest and limbs is a real turn on for me; as is his trimmed, yet full and manly pubic bush. I like nothing more than to dive right in and take deep breaths as I nuzzle his oasis of landscaped delights.

"Man. That feels sooo good." His belly has just the slight rise you would expect on a hunk like Colin. I am licking and kissing every inch of his trail right up to those washboard abs of his. Like a lawnmower, I can't help but pick up a few of his body hairs in my mouth as I make my way, and it's all good to me. Taking a lover into ones own body is the ultimate sexual high. It starts with his scent. As he fills my lungs, his musk flips every sex switch in my brain to: "ON". My hands are groping, no, they are caressing his flanks with a light and sensual motion. They just barely brush his hairy skin; and he is feeling the tingles race up his spine.

"Unnnh. So nice, Tim." I will now lavish my man with every move I know of, to take him as high as I can, before draining his body into mine. With my hands now at his hips, I have all I need to work with right in front of my face. Colin's cut and rock hard seven incher is gently pulsing like a metronome; and I am mesmerized by his beauty. My tongue needs to taste the pearl of fluid at his tip. His nectar is silky sweet and coats my mouth with pleasure. Inserting my middle finger, I let his precum coat the digit. It finds his pucker and enters with little resistance; going straight to work massaging his large and fluid filled prostate.

"Ahoooohhhh" Yes, Colin. I know. Wanting more of his tasty flow, I gently squeeze his shaft from base to tip, and cover his head with my lips. Colin is a real leaker, and my mouth is making love to his cockhead with slow tonguing and rhythmic pumping.

My need to swallow is followed by my need to take his manhood deep into my throat, and he is sliding in with ease.

"mmhmmm. mmhmmm. mmhmmm." His is barely a whisper. It resonates within me as the signal that Colin has given up everything to me. He is without fight, without reason, without any control at all. I have his rigid erection inside of me, and soon all of his essence will follow. The muscles of my throat begin to clench and release; and the waves of pleasure they induce in Colin's body is accelerating rapidly. His squirming and hip pumping are becoming more urgent. I can hear his breathing rate rise with every effort to take in more air. As my hands trace upward to his chest, it rises and falls in ever more rapid succession. He is close to his edge now. I am ready.

"Tim. Tim! TIM!!!" As the cock within my throat swells to its fullest, I know that his edge has crumbled. The fleshy organ begins to throb; and each pulse pushes his seed deep into my body. I am a rope counter at heart. At his sixth one, I quickly pull up to let his remaining seed fill my hungry mouth. As I swallow his last three ropes, Colin's seed still coats my senses. His taste has me in a state of euphoric bliss.

"Oh, God. God." He is still shaking like a leaf. I am rising up his body - sliding up, actually - in order to fully connect with him. My hands are caressing his face; and his arms are wrapped around me, pulling me toward him. It feels as though he wants to press me into his very soul; and I go there willingly.

"Was it good for you, too?" I am smiling as I say this, to a barely able to speak bed partner.

"Kiss me, Tim." It sounds more like a plea than a command. My mouth is now all over his; with our tongues dancing together.

Now that I have made my first conquest - my first joining with another man, I feel so very ready to hit 'repeat'. Colin and I had a great time tonight, but I need more. More variety. Different men. Different ages. I need to step up to the smorgasbord of sexy males I can find at my gym...to taste the different flavors out there. Maybe Colin will help me.

To be continued...