I lied in my bed, flipping through one of those gay "dating" apps on my phone while feeling my morning wood under the covers. It was 10 in the AM on a bright summer day and my mind was relaxed knowing that I didn't have to worry about any more school stress. On top of that, this was my first summer with my own car, so while I wasn't on a campus full of horny college hunks, I had plenty of time to chase my real preference, hot daddies looking for some company right here in my little slice of suburbia.
All my life I've felt a strong pull to older men, but this past semester only boosted that appeal after a whole course with an incredible DILF history teacher. His gray hair and husky, mature voice made my mind drift off from stories about old empires and dynasties to fantasies about blowing my professor under his desk after hours, feeling his manly, salt and pepper bush as I do my best to deep throat his cock.
Sadly, I didn't get to live out that classic student and professor fantasy. but I knew today I would be starting a summer of being dominated by older men. I searched tough my phone hoping a hung 58 year old I was chatting with the night before would be on, but sadly he was offline, as where many other of the familiar profiles I'd see in my horny night browsing.
Most men in my desired age range had day jobs to go to, but if I was willing to go a little bit older, and I was, I could find a perfect retiree looking for a little boy toy to come over. I made my profile a not-so-classy shot of my shirtless chest and changed my headline to "Older?" and waited for some messages to roll in. My 5'9 height and 145 pound slim body where a huge plus to many of the older men i've talked to in the past.
My luck hit a spark as I received a ping from a 62 year old man who's profile read "come over" with the beer emoji next to it. His profile picture was a handsome silhouette of a dad bod leaning shirtless against the railing of a resort balcony. He sent me a simple "How's it going?" followed by his stats reading a tall 6'1 and 185 pounds. He was perfect.
I messaged him back giving my stats and with no hesitation, sneaked in a nice pick of my curved, 7 inch uncut cock. The man sent back a tongue emoji and then a fine shot of his hard, 6 inch but very thick mature circumcised member. I sent him back a close up of my drooling mouth, my young clean shaved face ready to be fucked by my new daddy, and he immediately sent me his address.
I was already clean and showered and fully shaved that morning so I threw on a nice slim navy polo shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans that really showed off my bulge. It was the perfect outfit for a skinny twink looking to score! I hopped in my car, plugged his street in the GPS and drove on over.
I arrived at his modest, suburban 2 story home sitting neatly in the middle of a large, winding neighborhood. I got out of the car as I saw my new hookup opening the front door. "I can't believe I'm about to have sex with a man four times my age" was all that was running in my head as my skinny jeans tightened from my growing cock. "Grab that news paper for me, boy and get inside." boomed the man's masculine, somewhat raspy voice. "Yes sir!" I said, thinking how great that voice is gonna sound moaning over me while i worship his cock.
