Gay Male / 43
Some Feelings Just Hold You And You Have To Feel Them Again
It's not necessary to focus on age, only the event. He got in bed with me and he got on my back and he poked his dick in my crack and got his dick in my hole and ground his dick into me until he came and he pulled out and laid on me for a long time until his dick got hard again and he stuck his dick in me again and ground out another cum and then he rolled off. I held his dick in my hand. It was big, and it was hard and strong. I loved holding his dick and I loved it when he got on my back and fucked me. It felt good to be held like that.
Time has a way of letting things float into the past. Time takes us in paths we do not expect. Time takes away or brings us closer. For a long time I had the memories but not the feeling anymore. This thing about being responsible for yourself, being an adult, making a living. All these things.
Then I meet this man. He owns and runs a home improvement business. I call him because I need to have some repairs made and I have a desire to make some changes. He comes by and we talk, he is a big man, much like me and my same age and we talk and he makes suggestions and we talk prices and I say go ahead. That night I relive that might of so may years ago, it comes to me in my sleep, I wake up sweating, very hard, grinding into the sheets under me. On my back is this man, in my sleep, not in life.
The home improvements get done and I make friends with this man. And I suggest, if he's interested, that we could go to the boat show. We agree to meet for lunch and then drive down together to the convention center. He drives a new truck, fully equipped, he tells me all about it. We walk around, get on, get in, climb over and take in the boats at the boat show. We agree to go get a drink, at this bar near his place. It's a bar, mostly older guys there, some alone, others like us two to a table. We talk, I get this desire to kiss him. It swells up in me, I'm afraid I'm going to do something. He says something about having to go pee and I agree and we get up together and go the bathroom. It's for one but we go in.
He unzips and takes out his penis, and I take out mine and we pee together into the toilet. He reaches over and holds my penis and I reach over and hold his. He bends over and takes my penis in his mouth and sucks on it a little and licks it. And I do the same. We go back to our table. He says that we should go to his place so we walk the two blocks and he has a nice place. He has a drawing over his fireplace, charcoal, of a naked man, magnificent detail of the man's penis. He puts his arms around me from behind and I feel his hips knock against me. We kiss and we go upstairs to his room.
I lay on his bed, he is on my back, I feel his hard dick in my crack and then against my hole and then he is in, grinding, grinding, that feeling of long ago comes back, it's a combination of pain, and pleasure and I feel him cum, his hips jerk and I lay there and he rolls off and I turn and reach for his dick and hold it, bend down and clean him with the sheet and then lick him and suck him and show him how much I enjoyed it. We lay there for a while, playing with each other's penis.
A long time went by, a long, long time. Until I felt that feeling again.
Time has a way of letting things float into the past. Time takes us in paths we do not expect. Time takes away or brings us closer. For a long time I had the memories but not the feeling anymore. This thing about being responsible for yourself, being an adult, making a living. All these things.
Then I meet this man. He owns and runs a home improvement business. I call him because I need to have some repairs made and I have a desire to make some changes. He comes by and we talk, he is a big man, much like me and my same age and we talk and he makes suggestions and we talk prices and I say go ahead. That night I relive that might of so may years ago, it comes to me in my sleep, I wake up sweating, very hard, grinding into the sheets under me. On my back is this man, in my sleep, not in life.
The home improvements get done and I make friends with this man. And I suggest, if he's interested, that we could go to the boat show. We agree to meet for lunch and then drive down together to the convention center. He drives a new truck, fully equipped, he tells me all about it. We walk around, get on, get in, climb over and take in the boats at the boat show. We agree to go get a drink, at this bar near his place. It's a bar, mostly older guys there, some alone, others like us two to a table. We talk, I get this desire to kiss him. It swells up in me, I'm afraid I'm going to do something. He says something about having to go pee and I agree and we get up together and go the bathroom. It's for one but we go in.
He unzips and takes out his penis, and I take out mine and we pee together into the toilet. He reaches over and holds my penis and I reach over and hold his. He bends over and takes my penis in his mouth and sucks on it a little and licks it. And I do the same. We go back to our table. He says that we should go to his place so we walk the two blocks and he has a nice place. He has a drawing over his fireplace, charcoal, of a naked man, magnificent detail of the man's penis. He puts his arms around me from behind and I feel his hips knock against me. We kiss and we go upstairs to his room.
I lay on his bed, he is on my back, I feel his hard dick in my crack and then against my hole and then he is in, grinding, grinding, that feeling of long ago comes back, it's a combination of pain, and pleasure and I feel him cum, his hips jerk and I lay there and he rolls off and I turn and reach for his dick and hold it, bend down and clean him with the sheet and then lick him and suck him and show him how much I enjoyed it. We lay there for a while, playing with each other's penis.
A long time went by, a long, long time. Until I felt that feeling again.
