It’s the middle of the night and I’m staring at a profile picture of a shirtless man that’s old enough to be my dad. He’s tan and quite muscular. His greying hair frames his handsome face. His username is Freddy. I’ve been staring at him for about ten minutes now, thinking about what his latest message he sent me. How lucky am I that out of all the guys on this app, he chose to talk to me?
Phillip, I would love for us to meet.
I have this crazy notion in my head that I need to go and meet this man. The way Freddy talked, he made me feel special. Calling me his handsome king. Telling me that he’d buy anything that I could ever want. Not to mention all the experience that a man thirty years older than me could bring to the table.
There’s a doubt creeping up on me that this is too good to be true. The other part of me is much louder. What if it’s legit? It’s a risk I’m willing to take.
It’s decided. I’m going to see Freddy.
I get to the address as the sun begins to sink. At least the rain stopped.
Freddy lives in a modest townhouse. The houses all around me have perfectly trimmed lawns lined with hundreds of flowers. There was part of me that had some doubts, but after seeing this house I know that he has a decent paying job.
I knock on the door.
A couple of minutes pass as I wait.
Doubt is sinking in. Could this have all been fake?
I hear the footsteps first.
The door creaks open.
There he is.
Freddy.
He looks just like his profile picture.
“Phillp?” His voice is just as smooth as I imagined it to be.
I nod.
“Come in. I was just about to make dinner.”
My heart is beating so fast that I don’t think I can talk even if I wanted to.
It’s very well decorated inside, just as it was outside. Freddy chose a warm colour palate with well-placed splashes of colour.
He sits me down at in his dining room. Freddy also sets up his record player and a gentle hum fills the air. He dims the lights too.
“Dinner will be ready in just a few more minutes,” he tells me as he pours us two glasses of white wine.
I consider the drink. It’ll take the edge off for sure, but it’s not something that I’m really into.
I don’t know what he’s making but it sure smells good. Lots of garlic.
This is actually happening. The risk I took is paying off. If everything goes according to plan, my brother won’t be able to call me a virgin ever again.
At first, I thought the age gap would be weird, me being eighteen and him being nearly fifty, but Freddy is very easy to talk to. Our conversations never dipped in to any awkward silences. We ate our pasta as he made me laugh. As the night went on, I began feeling more and more comfortable.
After dinner, he ordered us some dessert. Freddy throws a movie on and wraps his arm around me while we chat some more. Asking me about school and friends. What I plan on doing now that I graduated.
I’m still not sure where the night is going yet. Or where I’ll be sleeping.
Freddy shuts the TV off as soon as the movie ends.
“So, Phillip. Where do you want to sleep tonight?” He asks me.
“I have options?”
“Yes, of course,” Freddy says through a chuckle. “I can set you up in the guest room or…”
“Or?”
“Or you can join me in my bed,” he smiles.
I nod.
"Okay. Now I know that you’re a little inexperienced, so we don’t have to do anything that you’re not comfortable with.”
I look into his eyes.
They are very reassuring.
“Okay,” I say.
Freddy has a wonderful smile. He offers me his hand and leads me up to his master suite.
Theres’ a king size bed in here, along with a cozy sitting area. A plush area rug feelings very soft under my feet. Through the window I can see some of the city skyline because of the many lights.
“Is there anything you need to do to get ready for bed?” He asks. “Brush your teeth, have a shower?”
“I wouldn’t mind having a shower.”
“Do you want company in there?”
Yes, absolutely!
“I’ll wash your back, if you wash mine,” he says.
I nod.
Freddy takes my hand again and brings me to the bathroom. He puts a couple of towels on the counter and undresses.
I watch. He slowly unbuttons his shirt, without breaking eye contact with me. The shirt is discarded into a nearby wicker hamper.
He just as muscular as he is in his profile picture. My eyes trace the line of his defined torso.
Next is his belt. He closes the space between us to put it on the counter with the towels.
I feel so small next to him.
Feeling brave, I slow reach for his chest. It’s firm under my touch.
Freddy takes hold of my chin and leans in for our first kiss.
The moment I feel his stubble on my face; there’s chills sent down my spine.
My other hand reaches around to his back. The hand that was on my chin slides to the back of my neck, while his other finds its way up the back of my shirt.
He backs up and smiles. He reaches for the hem of my shirt and pulls it up and off.
I have some definition, but not even close to the same level as Freddy.
The back of his hand caresses my smooth chest.
Freddy places both hands on my waist and gives me another kiss.
A shorter one this time.
“We’d better get in that shower.”
“Yeah.”
He turns around to get the shower going. Once he has it at an acceptable temperature, he faces me again. He pops the button off his pants and undoes the zipper.
Standing in front of me, Freddy gives me a smirk.
I knew from his online profile that he prefers white briefs, a classic. Seeing him in person only wearing his underwear was a wet dream come true.
“Need a hand?”
He reaches for my pants, getting at the button and effortlessly pulls them down. Reveling my own white briefs—which was doing little to hide my rock-hard cock.
“I notice that we’re matching, very sexy.”
Another kiss. This time he presses himself as close to me as he can.
I can’t help myself but to gently grind my bulge onto his.
He’s not quite as hard as I am, I wonder I’m doing something wrong.
This time, I pull away. I look down to his crotch and raise my eyebrow.
“Hey, it takes me a little while to get going,” he gives a nervous laugh. “Don’t you say it’s about time we get in that shower?”
Freddy pulls down his underwear. I can tell that there’s at least some blood flow. It’s in that in-between state of half-hard and soft. Then he nods his head, telling me to join him in the shower. I pull down my underwear, and my dicks slaps my stomach.
Freddy is already lathering up his hands.
“Turn around,” Freddy says, after checking out my body.
I comply.
He starts with my shoulders, gently massaging the soap into my skin. He slow goes down my back. The anticipation of him touching my ass is making me hornier than ever.
A firm hand cups my cheek.
I moan.
He gives me a little squeeze, and I bite my lip.
It feels so good, having my back washed like this.
“Care to return the favour, Phillip.”
I turn around and see that he’s finally at his full length. His dick is thicker and longer than mine. He leans down to give me a kiss. If I pushed in just a little further, then our dicks would be touching.
I haven’t been this excited in a long time.
I smile and nob. He hands me the soap.
His back is just as strong as his chest. His muscles ripple with each of my scrubs.
“Oh yeah, that’s the spot, Phillip.”
I get down to his butt, and I give him a squeeze, like what he did to me.
With my middle finger, I explore his crack.
Freddy lets out a moan of pleasure.
Once his back is all done, he turns around to kiss me. The spray of the shower washes over us. This time he pulls me in close.
I can feel his hardness on mine. It’s everything that I’ve ever imagined.
We’re literally lips to lips, chest to chest, dick to dick.
I’m so hard right now that it almost hurts.
“Phillip?”
“Yeah?”
“Would you mind if I touched it?”
“Please.” I beg.
Freddy reaches down to wrap his fingers around my shaft, while his other hand gently fondles my balls.
I’ve never been touch like this before. It’s sending wave after wave of pure bliss throughout my body. My knees are getting weak.
I think Freddy senses that and nudges me to the shower bench.
I sit while he gets on his knees.
“May I?”
I bite my lip and nod.
His mouth takes my shaft. Slow up and down motions. My toes curls with each new sensation.
“Lick my balls,” I’m astounded by my own demands.
Freddy listens.
I can’t even tell him how good that feels because I’m too busy gasping and moaning.
I never want this moment to end. I know that it’s about to.
His licks and strokes send me over the edge.
Shots of hot jizz land on Freddy’s face.
He waits for my load to finish before he gingerly sucks the last drop off my now very sensitive head.
Freddy gets up to kiss me. Smearing my jizz between both of our faces.
“Care to return the favour, Phillip?” He asks me for a second time.
Eagerly, I’m down on my knees.
Freddy’s cock seems even more massive from down here. I take hold of his shaft.
I start with his balls.
He moans.
I like making Freddy moan.
I slid my tongue between his balls and up his shaft.
Freddy tangles a hand in my hair.
My lips circle his tip.
He wants to thrust his hips, I can tell, but I’m not quite that ready. I continue teasing his head with my lips and tongue.
Very slowly I literally inch my way down his cock.
It’s so big that it’s difficult to get the entire thing in my mouth.
I gag more than once.
Every time I gagged, Freddy would moan and tell me that I’m doing a great job.
“Phillip, I’m close.”
I peel my lips off him.
With a couple strokes, he sprays me with his load.
It gets all over my face and drips down to my chest.
I’m gasping for air as he lifts me to my feet.
The thought of having another man’s cum on me, makes me instantly hard.
“I see you’re ready to go again,” Freddy says after we clean up my face.
He kisses me while stroking my cock.
“Is there anything you’d like to try, Phillip?”
“Pass me the soap and turn around,” I tell him.
He braces himself against the wall as I lather up his butt again. With the remaining suds on my hands, I stroke my dick.
I glide my cock along his crack.
There’s practically no friction as I start to go faster.
Within minutes, I’m cumming. This time getting it on his back.
My legs are so unstable from shooting two of the biggest loads in my entire life.
Freddy gets both of us cleaned up.
Our shower is finally finished; he guides me to his bed.
We crawl in together.
He offers me his chest to lay on.
I don’t even remember falling asleep.
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