First, let me describe myself so you can better visualize. I am 62 years old (as you know from our online chats), married but not satisfied with my sex life. I am six feet tall, 170 lbs (it varies since I don't exercise as much as I should), with white hair (slightly thinning) and a closely trimmed white beard.
I see us meeting for the first time in a little private, out of the way, inn or hotel where no one will know us. We will plan a time when we can spend at least two or three days together to experiment with everything we want to try as two consenting male adults. Since we are both fairly new at this, we want to take our time to make it right.
After meeting for a short time in the hotel bar to get acquainted over a drink – only one now, we don't want to go into this blind – since we know a great deal about each other through our several months of messaging and even a couple of phone calls, we adjourn to our quiet room on the top floor.
As we enter the elevator and the doors slide quietly closed behind us, I lean into you while pressing you against the wall and run my lips softly over yours. I whisper, "I have waited so long for this, babe" We have long since started to use endearments in our chats as we became more and more turned on at the thought of finally meeting. On line sex, of which we had shared many experiences, simply can't compare with the real thing. Both of us have been getting more and more excited as the time drew near and now; well, now it is here at last!
I close the door behind us and, locking it, turn you into my arms for a more passionate kiss until our tongues meet and duel hotly together. I draw you by the hand to the middle of the room and slowly begin to undress you. Your hands impatiently try to get at my buttons and zipper but I gently push them away. "Me first" I softly chide you.
As I undo each button of your cotton shirt exposing a little more of your bare skin (are you as clean shaven as I – no chest hair?), I run my tongue greedily down the ever widening gap where your buttons once were. I pull you shirt free from your waistband (after loosening your belt), and push it off your shoulders to fall to the carpet behind you. Leaning down, I take first one, then the other, nipple in my mouth – first licking around them, then sucking on them and finally lightly nipping on them as I feel them harden and hear your first moans.
As your hands entwine in my hair trying to push me lower to where your cock is straining against your slacks, I allow you to force me down to my knees as I run my tongue down your abs and dip into your belly button. My hands are at your zipper now, and I undo the pants as I blow cool air over the glistening precum-covered cock head that protrudes from your briefs. With one pull downwards, your pants and briefs are pooled around your feet and your wonderful cock (how long are you again?) springs free and hits my chin.
