A dream becomes a reality

Min Joon Sohn, alias Edward, is a Korean who moved to Halifax, Canada, for his PhD degree in computer science. At 32, he is a closeted gay man “in principle” because he has not yet had any homosexual contact. Even though he has never touched, kissed or dated a man, Edward fantasizes meeting an older gentleman between 45 and 90. He became member of a gay online dating service “mainly to read the profile of various salt and pepper virile looking dudes”.

Paul is a 71-year old French-Canadian gay writer living in Toronto. He noticed that Edward had checked his profile and decided to invite him for a chat on what it means to be gay and proud. The response was immediate: “Hi Paul. Thank you for your message. I just have vague interests here. As I mentioned on my profile, I have no experience about gay stuff. I want to know about gay people because it is true that I am attracted to men. When I joined here and posted my profile, it required a lot of courage, to be honest. However, I don’t want people around me to know about my sexual identity. My subscription fee does not enable me to use the chatting room, but if you are okay with exchanging messages my email, I will do so and I will appreciate it.”

Paul thanked Edward for his trust and felt instantly at ease with the 5’7” feet (1,73 cm) Korean guy weighing 187 lbs (84,8 kg). He could only see his lips on the profile pic, but they were really sweet. Paul wrote back saying that his profile had a heavy sexual connotation (fetish for jockstraps, rimming freak) because of the nature of Salt and Pepper Partners’ web site. “But don’t mistake me, I'm a warm and affectionate guy, romantic in many ways. To show how I feel comfortable with you, Edward, I am sending photos of me from age 14 to now.”

It took almost a week for Edward to send a full-face pic, but he was prompt in expressing his desire to meet Paul. He called him to see if they would “click” in a direct conversation, which they did wholeheartedly. “It is only a two-hour flight from Halifax to Toronto, he said, I can be at Pearson International Airport tomorrow morning.” Paul pinched himself to be sure he was not dreaming.

Lo and behold, he met Edward less than 8 hours later. On his way to the airport, Paul wondered what he had gotten himself into, but as soon as they faced each other at the Arrival level, both smiled and hugged warmly. Paul shortened Edward to Ted, indicating that it was less formal, more friendly. No opposition from the handsome Korean man, on the contrary.

Paul had planned to serve as a guide in Toronto: CN Tower, Royal Ontario Museum, Casa Loma, Toronto Islands, and even bring Ted to Niagara Falls. “Fuck tourism, I want man-to-man pleasure”, indicated Ted, not in those words because his English was still hesitant, but the wish was loud and clear. Min Joon Sohn, alias Edward, Ted, was here to discover a new sex world, not attractions in a new city. Ted had read that Paul was excited to see guys in tight blue jeans. That is what he wore, knowing it could trigger a spanking. The slap kind of hurt, especially near the balls, but Paul explained that pain can sometimes be pleasurable. He however limited his hand swing to the thighs and wide butt of his new playmate.

Ted embraced Paul warmly and kissed him tenderly. The French-Canadian coach gave a lesson in French kissing to his “student” who was eager to reciprocate… and also to suck something else. In two steps three movements, the new couple was in the 69 position; both had small but loaded pistols. Ted’s balls were so nice to squeeze, lick, swallow and even chew. Paul called their cock to cock frotting a “cocktail”. I loved to push the tip of his tongue in Ted’s pee hole. “I’m rimming his dick, fucking nice!” Maybe because of some kind of stress or nerviness, they did not reach explosion. But this had no effect on their pleasure. The warm and tender feeling was more important than the physical outburst.     

The distance between the balls and the anus – perineum – is a golden path for Paul who enjoys to bury his face in a virile crack, smell the manly aroma, lick the rump roast, suck the rose bud, tongue twist his way inside the satanic haven. Ted moaned at each step, thus encouraging Paul to be more aggressive. “Your ass is divine, Ted, you are my Teddy Bear! I want to grab your buns, tickle them with my beard.” Rimming was something Ted had barely read about, but he quickly discovered that his star-shaped anus excited Paul and he had so much fun in offering his smooth Asian ass. Ashamed of his too wide butt a few days ago, Ted was now handsomely proud of his generous behind, or derrière as Paul liked to call it.

Fucking was not at the top of Paul and Ted’s priorities. Oral fun ranked first and they engaged in kissing, licking, sucking and rimming before breakfast, lunch, dinner and night sleep. The only sad note of this encounter was walking back to Union Station to catch the Express train for the Airport. Was it See your later, Goodbye, Farewell…? Time would tell.