A Man's Needs For A Man Don't End Because You Turn Sixty

I met Keith at Home Depot, he was helpful and knowledgeable and we struck it off immediately. I felt it immediately, that he was just as much a cock lover as I was. When I walked off he gently slapped my behind with his purchase, and I returned the favor. Two men on isle 13, buying toilet parts for home maintenance. We went to this Denny's and sat down for coffee. The damn waitress kept interrupting. He has big hands, used to construction. I'm a 'designer' in an engineering department, soft sissy hands. My cock was leaking, I wanted to kiss him.

Out by his truck I decided to go for it, I told him that I wanted to know him better. I wanted him to kiss me. Either I got my teeth knocked in, or he would grab me by the balls and kiss me. His hands on my balls and his beard in my face said it all, all I had to do was drop down and suck his cock, but we were out in the open.

I followed him to his place, an apartment complex and as soon as we were inside I was on my knees before him. A man has to let the other man know who's on first and who's on second. I sucked his cock with his pants on before lowering his pants, untying his boots, and sucking him hard while he sat on the couch holding my head with both hands.

We gravitated to his unmade bed and he pushed me face down into the sheets shoving two fingers up my ass and giving me a prostate massage, leaking out all over his sheets. He got on me and fucked me. Who's on first? He was, and I was happy to play second base for him. From the time we first walked into his apartment, to the moment he pulled out of my ass, fifteen minutes. We were both that horny.

I have never made an issue as to who's on top, he is. I love being with a man who is big and works outdoors, construction, manhandles freight, a big man with very strong hands. A man that kisses you and your socks fall, a man that gets on your back and you give it up immediately. If that man is a kisser, so much the better, kissing naked, handling his cock in my hand, rubbing cocks together, grinding, pinching nipples, fingering, you got it, a man you can spend a fair amount of time before he reaches that point that he has to put you down, and fuck you. That's the man I was looking for. That was Keith that afternoon.

Once upon a time, a long time ago when I was first learning about my need for cock, I was a string bean, red hair and glasses. I could suck cock, and I did, always attracted big men. Always liked big men.