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Gay Male / 48
I Finally Met The Man And Then The Pandemic
Starting early enough I have enjoyed sex with other men pretty much all my life. As a youngster I depended on men to make the move, as a teen I pushed a friend into letting me, as a young adult I made myself available for willing older men. Notwithstanding my attraction to men I never identified with or participated in the gay community. But I have always had an eye for identifying men who might like to share some time playing with cock and balls.
As I grew older, into my forties and fifties I gravitated to older men, mostly because of the conversation. Just had it with young gay men going on and on about all their issues. I started to skirt the edges of the gay world and looked for men my age with whom I could have a nice dinner, discuss the politics of the day, and get some head or if I was lucky a good fuck out of it, Always, no strings attached. Sex, and nothing more.
On or about a while ago I make an unscheduled trip out of the country. In the lounge waiting for my flight I strike up a conversation with Paolo, a Chilean man in his late fifties. He is in the wine business, not a grower, a distributor. I size him up, tall, fit, cultured. We exchange business cards and I tell him if he is ever in town to look me up. I go on my trip and get back and things are going their merry way and I get a call from Paolo, he is coming to town to meet with a distributor and maybe we can finish our conversation and get dinner.
We go to a finer Italian restaurant, exchange stories, talk about all the women we have had in our life, building a tower of lies. After dinner he tells me he has a couple of samples of a very good Chilean wine in his hotel, if I want a bottle he is more than happy to let me have one. We go to his hotel, he invites me up to his room. He turns on the tv and puts it on a music channel and excuses himself and heads for bathroom. He talks to me while he is doing his business, I have to step close to hear him and see him handling this large cock. He turns to me still holding his cock in his hand and offers me the toilet if I want to take a pee myself.
Here goes nothing I tell myself. I unzip and pull out my modest cock and he puts his arms around me and holds my cock in his hands and tells me he wants us to be friends. Of course I do not mind, not at all. I do my business and I put my cock away and we go back into the room and he starts to take his shirt off, his shoes and sox and invites me to do the same. He undresses and everything is neatly folded until he is standing there with that 'magnificent' cock. My cock just can't compare. We get on the bed and start the dance of holding cock in our hand, some kissing and no talking.
Where is this going to end? That is the question I am asking myself. I spend a bit of time caressing his cock and he is erect, like hard erect. I do my thing with my mouth, savoring his cock because it is the type of cock you savor. He is spending time caressing my back end, slipping a finger down my crack and playing with my butt hole. I know where this is going to end. We start with some of him on top of me and my arms around his back, his cock rubbing against mine and from time to time slipping down to push up against my butt hole. It's about then that I focus on the fact that I am not prepared to that, no condoms, and no lube.
But Paolo does not really care if I am prepared or not because bare cock and all he gets in position and the he breaks into me and starts the laborious task of slipping his cock into me. I have to work to accommodate the process, but slowly he is getting further and further and the feeling is getting better and better. Until he gets in far enough to raise himself above me and just start stroking it in and out, in and out. I got tears in my eyes, he is focused on the task and he gets far enough along where it is fuck like a madman until he can finish up and empty his balls in me.
I'm versatile, not really top or bottom. That night I met a man who is all top, no bottom. If I wanted to spend time with him I had to adopt the role. I adopted the role, hook, line and sinker. For the first time in my life I was the bitch, his bitch and I enjoyed every minute of it. We have remained friends, due to the pandemic we have not had a chance to get together for over a year and quite frankly I need his cock in my ass, bad. And no, no other cock will do. Like I said, I'm his bitch. At least I think I'm his bitch but a man like Paolo is not likely to sit it out and do nothing. Waiting for the skies to clear. That's what I'm doing. I need a kiss and a hug and his cock and balls and I let him know I'm ready to travel.
As I grew older, into my forties and fifties I gravitated to older men, mostly because of the conversation. Just had it with young gay men going on and on about all their issues. I started to skirt the edges of the gay world and looked for men my age with whom I could have a nice dinner, discuss the politics of the day, and get some head or if I was lucky a good fuck out of it, Always, no strings attached. Sex, and nothing more.
On or about a while ago I make an unscheduled trip out of the country. In the lounge waiting for my flight I strike up a conversation with Paolo, a Chilean man in his late fifties. He is in the wine business, not a grower, a distributor. I size him up, tall, fit, cultured. We exchange business cards and I tell him if he is ever in town to look me up. I go on my trip and get back and things are going their merry way and I get a call from Paolo, he is coming to town to meet with a distributor and maybe we can finish our conversation and get dinner.
We go to a finer Italian restaurant, exchange stories, talk about all the women we have had in our life, building a tower of lies. After dinner he tells me he has a couple of samples of a very good Chilean wine in his hotel, if I want a bottle he is more than happy to let me have one. We go to his hotel, he invites me up to his room. He turns on the tv and puts it on a music channel and excuses himself and heads for bathroom. He talks to me while he is doing his business, I have to step close to hear him and see him handling this large cock. He turns to me still holding his cock in his hand and offers me the toilet if I want to take a pee myself.
Here goes nothing I tell myself. I unzip and pull out my modest cock and he puts his arms around me and holds my cock in his hands and tells me he wants us to be friends. Of course I do not mind, not at all. I do my business and I put my cock away and we go back into the room and he starts to take his shirt off, his shoes and sox and invites me to do the same. He undresses and everything is neatly folded until he is standing there with that 'magnificent' cock. My cock just can't compare. We get on the bed and start the dance of holding cock in our hand, some kissing and no talking.
Where is this going to end? That is the question I am asking myself. I spend a bit of time caressing his cock and he is erect, like hard erect. I do my thing with my mouth, savoring his cock because it is the type of cock you savor. He is spending time caressing my back end, slipping a finger down my crack and playing with my butt hole. I know where this is going to end. We start with some of him on top of me and my arms around his back, his cock rubbing against mine and from time to time slipping down to push up against my butt hole. It's about then that I focus on the fact that I am not prepared to that, no condoms, and no lube.
But Paolo does not really care if I am prepared or not because bare cock and all he gets in position and the he breaks into me and starts the laborious task of slipping his cock into me. I have to work to accommodate the process, but slowly he is getting further and further and the feeling is getting better and better. Until he gets in far enough to raise himself above me and just start stroking it in and out, in and out. I got tears in my eyes, he is focused on the task and he gets far enough along where it is fuck like a madman until he can finish up and empty his balls in me.
I'm versatile, not really top or bottom. That night I met a man who is all top, no bottom. If I wanted to spend time with him I had to adopt the role. I adopted the role, hook, line and sinker. For the first time in my life I was the bitch, his bitch and I enjoyed every minute of it. We have remained friends, due to the pandemic we have not had a chance to get together for over a year and quite frankly I need his cock in my ass, bad. And no, no other cock will do. Like I said, I'm his bitch. At least I think I'm his bitch but a man like Paolo is not likely to sit it out and do nothing. Waiting for the skies to clear. That's what I'm doing. I need a kiss and a hug and his cock and balls and I let him know I'm ready to travel.
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