This happened to me several years ago. I wrote it over the past few weeks, recalling an experience that is one of the most memorable of my life. I wasn't planning on sharing it, but decided to put it out there. I've changed names and some of the details. It marked the beginning of a very special relationship. I hope you enjoy:
I enjoy treating myself to a massage now and then as a means to unwind and relax. My regular masseur was on vacation, so I decided to go online and search for a therapist who could provide a therapeutic massage with a few sensual elements thrown in. Jason caught my eye immediately. The description of his services was exactly what I was looking for, and his appearance was undeniably appealing. I estimated him to be around 25 to 28 years old, with beautiful blond collar-length hair.
The picture on his profile showed him wearing shorts, revealing his stunning legs covered with blond fur - a fetish of mine. Not to mention his large nipples that I couldn't help but notice through his skin tight t-shirt. However, I refocused on the massage aspect and sent a text. Within ten minutes of exchanging messages, I had set an appointment for later that afternoon.
Upon arriving at Jason's place, he greeted me at the door with a warm hug. He was just as beautiful in person as he was in his pictures. He led me to his massage room, one of two bedrooms that he had set up as his massage studio. Jason asked me to undress and informed me that he would be back shortly. As I prepared myself for the massage, I couldn't help but imagine the scene that awaited me and the sensations that Jason's skilled hands would soon provide.
After a few minutes Jason entered the room. He moves with grace and confidence, his steps silent on the plush carpet. He asks me if I wanted to be draped and I told him that wasn’t necessary and then asked if I had any special requests for the session. I hesitantly asked him if he would do the massage naked. Of course, he said; I love working nude,
He smiles and begins to undress, revealing his toned body. His cock is thick and long, about 7 inches, with a beautiful, smooth head that glistens slightly in the dim light. It is cut, with a pronounced ridge that circles the head, making it even more sensitive. The shaft is thick and veiny, pulsating with his arousal.
His balls are impressive, hanging low beneath his shaft. A trimmed layer of blond hair covers them. The blond hair on his legs is even more pronounced now, leading up to his thick, sturdy thighs.
His smooth chest is accentuated by a blond happy trail that descends down his stomach, guiding the eye to his neatly trimmed bush and cock.
His cock is now becoming fully erect and as he moves closer, it fully hardens, growing thicker and longer with each step. The sight of his hairy legs up close is even more exciting, the fine blond hairs glistening in the soft light, highlighting the muscles in his legs. The sight of his hairy legs sends a thrill down my spine, a fetish of mine that I appreciate more with each step he takes.
The sight of Jason’s cock, combined with the sensation of his hairy legs and the light coating of blond hair on his ass was almost too much to bear. This moment transported me back decades, to my high school days.
Flashback:
Many years ago, when I was in high school and firmly ensconced in the closet, I had a classmate named Kyle. Kyle was the epitome of youthful beauty – tall, athletic, and with the most beautiful legs I had ever seen. His legs were a work of art – covered in a light dusting of blond hair, not overly thick but just right. Every time he walked past me in the hallway, I couldn’t help but admire the way the sunlight played off his legs, highlighting the soft, golden strands.
Kyle was popular, the kind of guy everyone liked. He had a smile that could light up a room and a laugh that was infectious. But for me, he was a source of intense, forbidden fantasies. I imagined him naked countless times, especially when I was alone, jerking off in secret. His thick, hairy legs were the focal point of these fantasies. I imagined them in every scenario–Kyle sprawled out on a bed, his legs spread wide, naked and revealing his cock. In my mind, it was thick and long, the perfect complement to his hairy legs. His balls were large and in perfect proportion to his magnificent cock.
Those fantasies fueled my masturbation sessions, pushing me to greater heights of pleasure. I would close my eyes and picture Kyle’s legs, imagining what it would be like to touch them, to feel the soft hair against my skin. The idea of him being naked in front of me was both thrilling and terrifying, a secret I kept locked away deep inside.
Years passed, and those fantasies faded into distant memories. But seeing Jason's legs and the way they mirrored my memories of Kyle brought all those feelings rushing back. The connection was undeniable – the same blond hair, the same powerful, muscular build. It was as if fate had brought me face-to-face with an older version of my teenage crush.
Back to the Present:
Jason's cock, now fully erect, was a magnificent sight - thick and long, with a pronounced ridge circling the head. The shaft was veiny and pulsating, and his balls were full and heavy, covered in trimmed blond hair. The sight of Jason's cock, combined with the sensation of his hairy legs brushing against my skin, was almost too much to bear.
Jason starts the massage at my shoulders, his strong hands kneading the tension away with firm, rhythmic strokes. I can feel the heat of his body as he leans over me, his breath warm on my skin. His touch is both firm and gentle, expertly navigating the contours of my muscles. As he works, I can't help but steal glances at his body, admiring the way his muscles flex with each movement. His cock brushes against my skin occasionally, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. He seems to enjoy the contact as much as I do, his breaths becoming slightly deeper and more ragged.
His hairy legs brush against mine as he moves, the sensation of the coarse hairs against my smooth skin sending waves of pleasure through my body. I can feel the tension melting away, replaced by a growing sense of arousal.
He moves to my legs, his hands sliding down my thighs, his touch lingering just a bit longer than necessary. He massages my calves, his thumbs pressing into the tight muscles, and then moves to my feet, his touch light and soothing.
His hands slide down to my glutes, kneading the firm muscles with a firm yet gentle touch. I can feel the tension in my body slowly leaving, making way for a growing sense of arousal. His fingers work methodically, digging into the tight muscles with just the right amount of pressure to release any lingering stress. Each stroke brings a sense of relaxation that envelops me entirely.
Once he's thoroughly massaged my glutes, Jason moves to the bottom of the table and gently adjusts my legs, spreading them further apart. This subtle movement reveals my rock-hard erection that is pointing downward. The anticipation builds within me, heightening my awareness of every sensation. His touch becomes more intimate as he moves lower, his fingers grazing over my ass, slowly circling my hole. The sensation is electric, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. I can feel my body responding, my muscles relaxing and opening up to his touch. He massages the area between my ass and cock, making sure to apply pressure to the area where the prostate is located.
He takes his time, his fingers tracing delicate patterns around my hole, teasing and tantalizing. I can feel my heart rate increasing, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I anticipate his next move. He leans down, his breath warm on my skin, and whispers, "Is this okay? Would you like a finger in your ass?”
I nod, my voice caught in my throat, unable to form words. He smiles, his fingers continuing their slow, deliberate circles. After a few more minutes of this exquisite torture, he presses a finger gently against my hole, applying just enough pressure to slide in slowly.
I gasp as he enters me, the sensation of fullness and pleasure overwhelming. He moves slowly, his finger sliding in and out, stretching me gently. He leans over me, his body pressing lightly against mine, his breath hot on my ear. "You feel so good," he whispers.
He finds his way to my prostate, his finger pressing gently against the sensitive spot. The sensation is intense, waves of pleasure radiating through my body. I can feel my cock hardening. He continues to massage my prostate, his finger moving in and out in a slow, rhythmic motion.
As he fingers my ass, I can feel his hard cock pressing against me. With my right hand I reach out and feel his perfect cock. It is thick and long, the smooth head glistening with pre-cum. He grinds against me gently, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The sensation of his hard cock in my hand, combined with the pleasure from his finger in my ass is almost too much to bear.
"You're so tight," he murmurs, his voice strained with effort. "So fucking sexy."
He pulls his finger out slowly, his cock sliding away from me. He presses a gentle kiss to my shoulder, his breath ragged.
"You're amazing," he whispers, his voice soft and tender. "Turn over onto your back for me."
I comply, rolling over slowly, my body still humming with pleasure. He stands by my side, his eyes roaming over my body, taking in every inch of me. He leans down to kiss me, his tongue exploring my mouth. "Can I fuck you?" he asks, his voice hoarse with desire.
"Yes," I breathe, my body aching with anticipation. "But first, I want to suck your cock.”
Ok, but let’s move this my bedroom. I got off the table and we moved to Jason’s bedroom; a queen sized bed awaited us.
After we settle into the bed, Jason groans deeply, the sound vibrating through his chest as he moves to stand over me. He straddles my chest, his thick cock hovering over my face. I can see the pre-cum glistening at the tip, and I reach up to take him in my hand, guiding him into my mouth. He tastes salty and musky, his skin soft and smooth over the hard shaft beneath. The trimmed blond hair on his balls brushes against my chin, adding to the sensory experience.
I suck him eagerly, my head bobbing as I take him deeper into my throat. He groans above me, his hips moving in sync with my mouth, fucking my throat with slow, deliberate thrusts. I can feel his cock hitting the back of my throat, the sensation both pleasurable and slightly uncomfortable, but I love the feeling of being used by him.
He grabs the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he takes control, fucking my mouth with increasing intensity. I can hear his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he chases his release. But just as I feel him swelling in my mouth, he pulls out, his cock glistening with my saliva.
He moves down my body, his tongue trailing a path down my chest, my stomach, and finally, between my legs. I spread my legs and give him access to my ass, allowing his tongue to quickly circle my hole, rimming me with expert precision. The sensation is electric, waves of pleasure shooting through my body as he licks and sucks, his tongue probing deeper with each pass.
I moan beneath him, my cock hard and leaking pre-cum onto my stomach. He continues to rim me, his fingers digging into my flesh, holding me in place as he devours me. I can feel my orgasm building, the pleasure building in my belly, ready to explode.
But just as I'm on the brink, he pulls away. He knew just when to stop. Are you ready for me to fuck you, he asks? Yes, please. Do you want me to wear a condom? No. I’m on PREP. Jason smiles and assures me that he, too, is on PREP.
He reaches for the bottle of lube on the table, applying a generous amount to his cock, stroking it a few times to spread the lube evenly. His thick shaft glistens with the lube, the smooth head catching the light. He then applies lube to my hole, his fingers gently massaging it in, preparing me for what's to come. I can feel my body relaxing, opening up to him, ready for his entry.
I lift my legs and place them on his shoulders, exposing my hole completely. He groans at the sight, his eyes darkening with lust. He positions himself at my entrance, his cock pressing against my hole.
"Are you ready for me?" he asks, his voice a low growl. Yes, I want you to cum inside of me; I want to feel your warm cum.
And so it shall be, he said as he smiled.
He started with my legs up and on his shoulders, his strong arms supporting me as he began to thrust his thick cock into my eager hole. The sensation of being filled by his hard length was incredible, and I could feel every vein and ridge as he moved within me. After a few minutes, he rolled us onto our sides, his body spooning mine as he continued to fuck me. His arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly against him, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.
I turned my head and we shared a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing together.
As he continued to fuck me, I asked him to jerk me off, wanting to feel the dual pleasure of his cock inside me and his hand on my throbbing erection. He obliged, reaching around to wrap his fingers around my hard cock, his skilled hand stroking me in time with his thrusts. The sensations were overwhelming, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.
After a few more minutes, he told me he was going to cum. He pushed his cock as deep into me as possible, and I felt the warmth of his release as he filled me with his cum. The feeling of his climax pushed me over the edge, and I shot a huge load, my cum splattering onto the sheets beneath us.
As he came down from his high, Jason wiped up my cum with his fingers, then fed it to me. I could taste the salty sweetness of my own release as his cock slid out of my ass. I felt the warmth of his cum running out of me, mixing with our sweat and the remnants of our previous orgasms.
As we lay in bed together, our bodies still humming from our intense connection, Jason began to gently stroke my hair. Even though we had just experienced mind-blowing orgasms, his touch sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel the warmth of his body against mine. We began to kiss. I quickly learned that Jason loved having his tongue sucked and I was more than happy to do so. As we kissed, Jason's hand began to explore my body, so his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. My cock started getting hard and I was soon fully erected. I could feel Jason getting hard, his cock pressing against my leg as he grew harder. I reached down and began to stroke him, feeling his cock pulsate in my hand.
I asked Jason, "Do you want me to suck your cock?" A simple nod was all the confirmation I needed. Eagerly, I knelt before him, taking his cock into my mouth with unwavering enthusiasm. The salty, musky flavor was intoxicating, his smooth skin sliding against my lips as I engulfed the hard shaft beneath. I could feel his cock pulsing in my mouth, growing increasingly firm with every stroke of my tongue.
As I sucked Jason, he reciprocated, shifting into a 69 position so we could enjoy each other simultaneously. We both slowed our pace, savoring the moment. Our hands explored each other's balls, gently sucking and teasing them before returning to the cocks, focusing on the heads. Our tongues circled the openings that promised the sweet release we both craved, mimicking each other's movements perfectly.
Jason paused briefly, looking up at me with desire-filled eyes. "Let’s cum together," he said. After a few more intense moments, we both climaxed, spurting thick, salty cum down each other's throats. The liquid was rich and sweet, and not a single drop was wasted. We lingered there for a few minutes, letting our softened cocks rest in our mouths. No words were exchanged; none were needed.
As we lay there, basking in the afterglow of our orgasms, I knew that this was only the beginning of our journey together. We had shared something special, something that went beyond just a physical connection. We drifted off to sleep in each other's arms for a while and after a short nap we woke up. We decided to take a shower together, washing away the evidence of our passionate encounter.
In the shower, we took turns sucking each other, but agreed that two orgasms today were plenty. We were both sated and satisfied. We didn't need to cum again.
As we dry off, I bring up the elephant in the room—the significant age gap between us. I'm 52, and Jason is just 27. His response is quick and heartfelt: "Age is just a number," he says with conviction. I can sense the sincerity in his voice; his words feel genuine and deeply authentic. He explains that he has always been attracted to older men, both emotionally and physically, and that connecting with older men isn’t a new experience for him.
Jason takes me in his arms and hugs me, and in a low voice tells me that on paper the age gap might seem substantial, but in the context of what we experienced today, it feels like a mere detail. I take comfort in the fact that Jason sees past my age and truly recognizes me as a person. His sincerity soothes any lingering doubts, allowing me to wholeheartedly embrace this unique bond.
After dressing, I said goodbye to Jason, giving him a long, passionate kiss. As I left, I couldn't help but wonder if or whenI would see him again. Did this really just happen?
Imagine my surprise when less than 15 minutes after I left I got a text message from Jason: Hey, you….I want to see you again.. Not as a client seeking a massage, but as someone I want to get to know better. Needless to say, I also can’t wait to fuck that tight ass of yours.
When I got home, I responded. “Tonight was magical and had the feeling that we were brought together by a mysterious force. I’ve never let myself “go” with someone so quickly. What’s next? I don’t know, but I do know that I want to see you very soon. How’s Saturday?
Five minutes later: Saturday is GREAT. I have an early morning client, but will be done by 10:00 a.m. Come by around noon. And bring an overnight bag. I want you to spend the night.
I enjoy treating myself to a massage now and then as a means to unwind and relax. My regular masseur was on vacation, so I decided to go online and search for a therapist who could provide a therapeutic massage with a few sensual elements thrown in. Jason caught my eye immediately. The description of his services was exactly what I was looking for, and his appearance was undeniably appealing. I estimated him to be around 25 to 28 years old, with beautiful blond collar-length hair.
The picture on his profile showed him wearing shorts, revealing his stunning legs covered with blond fur - a fetish of mine. Not to mention his large nipples that I couldn't help but notice through his skin tight t-shirt. However, I refocused on the massage aspect and sent a text. Within ten minutes of exchanging messages, I had set an appointment for later that afternoon.
Upon arriving at Jason's place, he greeted me at the door with a warm hug. He was just as beautiful in person as he was in his pictures. He led me to his massage room, one of two bedrooms that he had set up as his massage studio. Jason asked me to undress and informed me that he would be back shortly. As I prepared myself for the massage, I couldn't help but imagine the scene that awaited me and the sensations that Jason's skilled hands would soon provide.
After a few minutes Jason entered the room. He moves with grace and confidence, his steps silent on the plush carpet. He asks me if I wanted to be draped and I told him that wasn’t necessary and then asked if I had any special requests for the session. I hesitantly asked him if he would do the massage naked. Of course, he said; I love working nude,
He smiles and begins to undress, revealing his toned body. His cock is thick and long, about 7 inches, with a beautiful, smooth head that glistens slightly in the dim light. It is cut, with a pronounced ridge that circles the head, making it even more sensitive. The shaft is thick and veiny, pulsating with his arousal.
His balls are impressive, hanging low beneath his shaft. A trimmed layer of blond hair covers them. The blond hair on his legs is even more pronounced now, leading up to his thick, sturdy thighs.
His smooth chest is accentuated by a blond happy trail that descends down his stomach, guiding the eye to his neatly trimmed bush and cock.
His cock is now becoming fully erect and as he moves closer, it fully hardens, growing thicker and longer with each step. The sight of his hairy legs up close is even more exciting, the fine blond hairs glistening in the soft light, highlighting the muscles in his legs. The sight of his hairy legs sends a thrill down my spine, a fetish of mine that I appreciate more with each step he takes.
The sight of Jason’s cock, combined with the sensation of his hairy legs and the light coating of blond hair on his ass was almost too much to bear. This moment transported me back decades, to my high school days.
Flashback:
Many years ago, when I was in high school and firmly ensconced in the closet, I had a classmate named Kyle. Kyle was the epitome of youthful beauty – tall, athletic, and with the most beautiful legs I had ever seen. His legs were a work of art – covered in a light dusting of blond hair, not overly thick but just right. Every time he walked past me in the hallway, I couldn’t help but admire the way the sunlight played off his legs, highlighting the soft, golden strands.
Kyle was popular, the kind of guy everyone liked. He had a smile that could light up a room and a laugh that was infectious. But for me, he was a source of intense, forbidden fantasies. I imagined him naked countless times, especially when I was alone, jerking off in secret. His thick, hairy legs were the focal point of these fantasies. I imagined them in every scenario–Kyle sprawled out on a bed, his legs spread wide, naked and revealing his cock. In my mind, it was thick and long, the perfect complement to his hairy legs. His balls were large and in perfect proportion to his magnificent cock.
Those fantasies fueled my masturbation sessions, pushing me to greater heights of pleasure. I would close my eyes and picture Kyle’s legs, imagining what it would be like to touch them, to feel the soft hair against my skin. The idea of him being naked in front of me was both thrilling and terrifying, a secret I kept locked away deep inside.
Years passed, and those fantasies faded into distant memories. But seeing Jason's legs and the way they mirrored my memories of Kyle brought all those feelings rushing back. The connection was undeniable – the same blond hair, the same powerful, muscular build. It was as if fate had brought me face-to-face with an older version of my teenage crush.
Back to the Present:
Jason's cock, now fully erect, was a magnificent sight - thick and long, with a pronounced ridge circling the head. The shaft was veiny and pulsating, and his balls were full and heavy, covered in trimmed blond hair. The sight of Jason's cock, combined with the sensation of his hairy legs brushing against my skin, was almost too much to bear.
Jason starts the massage at my shoulders, his strong hands kneading the tension away with firm, rhythmic strokes. I can feel the heat of his body as he leans over me, his breath warm on my skin. His touch is both firm and gentle, expertly navigating the contours of my muscles. As he works, I can't help but steal glances at his body, admiring the way his muscles flex with each movement. His cock brushes against my skin occasionally, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. He seems to enjoy the contact as much as I do, his breaths becoming slightly deeper and more ragged.
His hairy legs brush against mine as he moves, the sensation of the coarse hairs against my smooth skin sending waves of pleasure through my body. I can feel the tension melting away, replaced by a growing sense of arousal.
He moves to my legs, his hands sliding down my thighs, his touch lingering just a bit longer than necessary. He massages my calves, his thumbs pressing into the tight muscles, and then moves to my feet, his touch light and soothing.
His hands slide down to my glutes, kneading the firm muscles with a firm yet gentle touch. I can feel the tension in my body slowly leaving, making way for a growing sense of arousal. His fingers work methodically, digging into the tight muscles with just the right amount of pressure to release any lingering stress. Each stroke brings a sense of relaxation that envelops me entirely.
Once he's thoroughly massaged my glutes, Jason moves to the bottom of the table and gently adjusts my legs, spreading them further apart. This subtle movement reveals my rock-hard erection that is pointing downward. The anticipation builds within me, heightening my awareness of every sensation. His touch becomes more intimate as he moves lower, his fingers grazing over my ass, slowly circling my hole. The sensation is electric, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. I can feel my body responding, my muscles relaxing and opening up to his touch. He massages the area between my ass and cock, making sure to apply pressure to the area where the prostate is located.
He takes his time, his fingers tracing delicate patterns around my hole, teasing and tantalizing. I can feel my heart rate increasing, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I anticipate his next move. He leans down, his breath warm on my skin, and whispers, "Is this okay? Would you like a finger in your ass?”
I nod, my voice caught in my throat, unable to form words. He smiles, his fingers continuing their slow, deliberate circles. After a few more minutes of this exquisite torture, he presses a finger gently against my hole, applying just enough pressure to slide in slowly.
I gasp as he enters me, the sensation of fullness and pleasure overwhelming. He moves slowly, his finger sliding in and out, stretching me gently. He leans over me, his body pressing lightly against mine, his breath hot on my ear. "You feel so good," he whispers.
He finds his way to my prostate, his finger pressing gently against the sensitive spot. The sensation is intense, waves of pleasure radiating through my body. I can feel my cock hardening. He continues to massage my prostate, his finger moving in and out in a slow, rhythmic motion.
As he fingers my ass, I can feel his hard cock pressing against me. With my right hand I reach out and feel his perfect cock. It is thick and long, the smooth head glistening with pre-cum. He grinds against me gently, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The sensation of his hard cock in my hand, combined with the pleasure from his finger in my ass is almost too much to bear.
"You're so tight," he murmurs, his voice strained with effort. "So fucking sexy."
He pulls his finger out slowly, his cock sliding away from me. He presses a gentle kiss to my shoulder, his breath ragged.
"You're amazing," he whispers, his voice soft and tender. "Turn over onto your back for me."
I comply, rolling over slowly, my body still humming with pleasure. He stands by my side, his eyes roaming over my body, taking in every inch of me. He leans down to kiss me, his tongue exploring my mouth. "Can I fuck you?" he asks, his voice hoarse with desire.
"Yes," I breathe, my body aching with anticipation. "But first, I want to suck your cock.”
Ok, but let’s move this my bedroom. I got off the table and we moved to Jason’s bedroom; a queen sized bed awaited us.
After we settle into the bed, Jason groans deeply, the sound vibrating through his chest as he moves to stand over me. He straddles my chest, his thick cock hovering over my face. I can see the pre-cum glistening at the tip, and I reach up to take him in my hand, guiding him into my mouth. He tastes salty and musky, his skin soft and smooth over the hard shaft beneath. The trimmed blond hair on his balls brushes against my chin, adding to the sensory experience.
I suck him eagerly, my head bobbing as I take him deeper into my throat. He groans above me, his hips moving in sync with my mouth, fucking my throat with slow, deliberate thrusts. I can feel his cock hitting the back of my throat, the sensation both pleasurable and slightly uncomfortable, but I love the feeling of being used by him.
He grabs the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he takes control, fucking my mouth with increasing intensity. I can hear his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he chases his release. But just as I feel him swelling in my mouth, he pulls out, his cock glistening with my saliva.
He moves down my body, his tongue trailing a path down my chest, my stomach, and finally, between my legs. I spread my legs and give him access to my ass, allowing his tongue to quickly circle my hole, rimming me with expert precision. The sensation is electric, waves of pleasure shooting through my body as he licks and sucks, his tongue probing deeper with each pass.
I moan beneath him, my cock hard and leaking pre-cum onto my stomach. He continues to rim me, his fingers digging into my flesh, holding me in place as he devours me. I can feel my orgasm building, the pleasure building in my belly, ready to explode.
But just as I'm on the brink, he pulls away. He knew just when to stop. Are you ready for me to fuck you, he asks? Yes, please. Do you want me to wear a condom? No. I’m on PREP. Jason smiles and assures me that he, too, is on PREP.
He reaches for the bottle of lube on the table, applying a generous amount to his cock, stroking it a few times to spread the lube evenly. His thick shaft glistens with the lube, the smooth head catching the light. He then applies lube to my hole, his fingers gently massaging it in, preparing me for what's to come. I can feel my body relaxing, opening up to him, ready for his entry.
I lift my legs and place them on his shoulders, exposing my hole completely. He groans at the sight, his eyes darkening with lust. He positions himself at my entrance, his cock pressing against my hole.
"Are you ready for me?" he asks, his voice a low growl. Yes, I want you to cum inside of me; I want to feel your warm cum.
And so it shall be, he said as he smiled.
He started with my legs up and on his shoulders, his strong arms supporting me as he began to thrust his thick cock into my eager hole. The sensation of being filled by his hard length was incredible, and I could feel every vein and ridge as he moved within me. After a few minutes, he rolled us onto our sides, his body spooning mine as he continued to fuck me. His arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly against him, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.
I turned my head and we shared a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing together.
As he continued to fuck me, I asked him to jerk me off, wanting to feel the dual pleasure of his cock inside me and his hand on my throbbing erection. He obliged, reaching around to wrap his fingers around my hard cock, his skilled hand stroking me in time with his thrusts. The sensations were overwhelming, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.
After a few more minutes, he told me he was going to cum. He pushed his cock as deep into me as possible, and I felt the warmth of his release as he filled me with his cum. The feeling of his climax pushed me over the edge, and I shot a huge load, my cum splattering onto the sheets beneath us.
As he came down from his high, Jason wiped up my cum with his fingers, then fed it to me. I could taste the salty sweetness of my own release as his cock slid out of my ass. I felt the warmth of his cum running out of me, mixing with our sweat and the remnants of our previous orgasms.
As we lay in bed together, our bodies still humming from our intense connection, Jason began to gently stroke my hair. Even though we had just experienced mind-blowing orgasms, his touch sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel the warmth of his body against mine. We began to kiss. I quickly learned that Jason loved having his tongue sucked and I was more than happy to do so. As we kissed, Jason's hand began to explore my body, so his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. My cock started getting hard and I was soon fully erected. I could feel Jason getting hard, his cock pressing against my leg as he grew harder. I reached down and began to stroke him, feeling his cock pulsate in my hand.
I asked Jason, "Do you want me to suck your cock?" A simple nod was all the confirmation I needed. Eagerly, I knelt before him, taking his cock into my mouth with unwavering enthusiasm. The salty, musky flavor was intoxicating, his smooth skin sliding against my lips as I engulfed the hard shaft beneath. I could feel his cock pulsing in my mouth, growing increasingly firm with every stroke of my tongue.
As I sucked Jason, he reciprocated, shifting into a 69 position so we could enjoy each other simultaneously. We both slowed our pace, savoring the moment. Our hands explored each other's balls, gently sucking and teasing them before returning to the cocks, focusing on the heads. Our tongues circled the openings that promised the sweet release we both craved, mimicking each other's movements perfectly.
Jason paused briefly, looking up at me with desire-filled eyes. "Let’s cum together," he said. After a few more intense moments, we both climaxed, spurting thick, salty cum down each other's throats. The liquid was rich and sweet, and not a single drop was wasted. We lingered there for a few minutes, letting our softened cocks rest in our mouths. No words were exchanged; none were needed.
As we lay there, basking in the afterglow of our orgasms, I knew that this was only the beginning of our journey together. We had shared something special, something that went beyond just a physical connection. We drifted off to sleep in each other's arms for a while and after a short nap we woke up. We decided to take a shower together, washing away the evidence of our passionate encounter.
In the shower, we took turns sucking each other, but agreed that two orgasms today were plenty. We were both sated and satisfied. We didn't need to cum again.
As we dry off, I bring up the elephant in the room—the significant age gap between us. I'm 52, and Jason is just 27. His response is quick and heartfelt: "Age is just a number," he says with conviction. I can sense the sincerity in his voice; his words feel genuine and deeply authentic. He explains that he has always been attracted to older men, both emotionally and physically, and that connecting with older men isn’t a new experience for him.
Jason takes me in his arms and hugs me, and in a low voice tells me that on paper the age gap might seem substantial, but in the context of what we experienced today, it feels like a mere detail. I take comfort in the fact that Jason sees past my age and truly recognizes me as a person. His sincerity soothes any lingering doubts, allowing me to wholeheartedly embrace this unique bond.
After dressing, I said goodbye to Jason, giving him a long, passionate kiss. As I left, I couldn't help but wonder if or whenI would see him again. Did this really just happen?
Imagine my surprise when less than 15 minutes after I left I got a text message from Jason: Hey, you….I want to see you again.. Not as a client seeking a massage, but as someone I want to get to know better. Needless to say, I also can’t wait to fuck that tight ass of yours.
When I got home, I responded. “Tonight was magical and had the feeling that we were brought together by a mysterious force. I’ve never let myself “go” with someone so quickly. What’s next? I don’t know, but I do know that I want to see you very soon. How’s Saturday?
Five minutes later: Saturday is GREAT. I have an early morning client, but will be done by 10:00 a.m. Come by around noon. And bring an overnight bag. I want you to spend the night.
