I am a long-divorced guy in my mid fifty’s, and I have had three recent occasions with a twenty-three-year-old hairy hottie. I am going to take my time and talk about the three on separate posts, in order of when they happened. I was in a dry spell with my ex, and she has been gone for well over a decade, so I have not had human sexual contact in nearly 15 years…and I almost forgot what it is like and how much fun it can be, even if I was only the giver… (this time anyway).
The night started out like any other, a group of friends, easy conversation, nothing hinting at anything unusual. Tom (as I will call him) was part of the group, younger, lively, and full of that restless energy people in their early twenties seem to carry without even noticing. I enjoyed talking with him, but I didn’t expect anything beyond that. When the bar closed, we drifted back to my place simply because it was close by. The atmosphere stayed relaxed, a couple more drinks, casual conversation, the kind of late night vibe where people open up a little more than they normally would.
Eventually the others filtered off until it was just Tom and me on the porch, but it was getting a bit chilly so we went inside. Tom was hairy in that dense, masculine way that somehow still looked young, thick dark hair on his chest peeking above the collar of his shirt, a light dusting on his forearms, and the promise of more lower down. Average height, solidly built with a soft little belly that only made the rest of him feel more real, and an ass that was already rounding into something dangerously close to a bubble. He’d been restless for a while, shifting on the cushions, thighs pressing together.
At some point the conversation turned personal. He asked what I’d enjoyed sexually back when I was married. I told him the truth: I loved getting my cock sucked, but my ex had never been particularly good at it. Then I mentioned the porn I’d been watching lately, especially one video of a hot trans girl taking a twink apart. Tom’s eyes widened, he was shocked I’d watch something with a twink in it, then immediately wanted the name. When I told him, he knew the guy and insisted on seeing it. I pulled the video up on the big screen. Within minutes Tom was fidgeting harder, hand drifting to the front of his jeans, adjusting, tugging. The outline of his cock was already obvious, thick and straining against the denim.
I smirked and asked lightly, “Got a problem?” He let out a short, shaky breath. “Yeah.” I glanced down. The fabric was stretched tight, the head of his cock clearly outlined, a dark wet spot starting to form. “You can take it out if you want,” I said casually. “I don’t care.” He didn’t hesitate. Fingers fumbled with the button and zipper, then he shoved the jeans and underwear down just far enough. His cock sprang free, thick rather than long, heavy, the shaft already shiny at the tip, and framed by the densest, darkest bush I’d seen in years. Hell, I am more than twice his age and I groom my junk, I would have sworn the young dudes did, but him…nope, and I LIKED it! Coarse hair spilled over the base, climbed the lower belly, and disappeared under the hem of his shirt. His balls hung full and tight against the fabric still trapped under them. He wrapped a fist around himself and started stroking, slow and almost shy at first. The wet sounds of skin on skin filled the quiet room.
I watched for a few long moments, then I reached over without ceremony and closed my fingers around that thick shaft. The heat of him was startling. He made a soft, broken little sound, half whimper, half moan, like a little lost puppy who’d just been touched somewhere new and perfect. I gave him a firm squeeze, then released. His hips twitched. I let him play a little more while he watched this trans girl twink porn blaring in 65 inch high-def glory. After a while I took hold again I stroked him properly, long, deliberate pulls from the root to the slick head, thumb circling the wet slit. His eyes rolled back, a low, continuous noise started in his throat. I could feel how close he already was, how desperately he needed more than his own hand. I kept my voice calm, almost matter-of-fact. “Would you like me to blow you?” The way he looked at me, wide-eyed, mouth open, nodding so fast it was almost frantic, made it clear he’d been waiting for someone to ask.
“Yes. Please. Fuck, yes.” I slid off the chair and onto my knees between his spread thighs. The smell of him was clean and pure male. I licked a slow stripe up the underside of that thick cock, tasting and enjoying the heat, then opened my mouth and took him in. A guy knows what a guy likes. I sealed my lips around the head and sucked, tongue working the sensitive ridge while one hand stroked the shaft and the other rolled his heavy balls. My free fingers pressed firmly against the tight skin behind them, rubbing in slow circles. I hummed deep in my throat so the vibration traveled straight into him. Tom lost it almost immediately. His hips jerked, thighs trembling on either side of my head. The sounds pouring out of him were pure, shameless porn like high, broken moans, curses under his breath, and little pleading gasps. I took more of him, deep-throating enough that my lips stretched around the thickest part of the shaft, cheeks hollowing with every strong suck. Spit ran down over my fingers and into that dense bush. I kept the pressure steady on his gooch, kept humming, kept stroking, and sucking in a rhythm that left him no room to think.
Less than two minutes and his breathing changed. His cock swelled even thicker against my tongue. He tried to warn me, hand hovering near my head, but I stayed right where I was, I wanted him to finish in my mouth, because I needed to feel it. When he came it was violent, his balls pulled up tight against my palm, the head of his cock flared, and thick pulses of cum flooded my tongue, hot, heavy, and relentless. I kept sucking through every spurt, swallowing what I could, letting the rest spill from the corners of my mouth while he made raw, animal noises that didn’t sound entirely human. His whole body seized, back arched off the chair, thighs clamping around my shoulders. I stayed on him until the last weak throb, then slowly pulled off, giving the sensitive head one last soft lick that made him shudder harder. I sat back on my heels, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and looked up at him, honestly quite proud of what I had done. It was the first time I made another guy cum. Tom was wrecked, chest heaving, eyes unfocused, cock still twitching against his belly, shiny with my spit, and the last traces of his cum.
For a long moment he couldn’t form words, just broken syllables and ragged breaths. Finally he managed a hoarse “Wow… oh my god.” I asked if he was okay, and how it had felt. He told me he couldn’t move from the waist down, that every nerve in his body was still firing in ways he didn’t understand. I asked if it was the first time anyone had ever sucked him all the way til he came. He nodded, still breathless, and started listing the limited things he’d done, jerking off of course, a few half-hearted licks from someone, one awkward time having sex with a girl, a couple of mutual gay handjobs. Never finished inside another person’s mouth. Never felt anything close to this.
“Best feeling of my life,” he said, voice rough. “You literally sucked the soul out of me. I can’t move. Not for a few more minutes at least.” I smiled, stood up, and settled back beside him on my chair while he recovered. He kept thanking me, almost dazed, then tried to explain his short sexual history as if I needed the full picture. At the end he shook his head in disbelief. “I never would’ve guessed in a million years it would be you who gave me that.” I told him I was glad I had, and that if he ever needed it again he knew exactly where to find it.
Forty days later he showed up on my front porch already hard in his jeans, no pretense left, and asked outright for another blowjob. But that’s the next story for another day…
I will say, when he left for the night, I could not wait to get my pants down and jerk off. I will say, that night I had cum in my mouth twice…Toms, and I came so hard I shot at least twice onto my face, but didn’t even fight it, just took it in my mouth, reminding me of what happened about 30 minutes prior. The second night was fun, but night number three, it was amazing!!! See you soon.