I have never really considered the male body to be a thing of beauty. Until now that is. The vision in front of me lying on my bed naked, in the foetal position, sleeping his chest gently moving with each breath looked so beautiful. I look harder taking in feature storing it in my memory as if I will never see a sight like this again. Truthfully, I may never have the pleasure of such innocent beauty again. I say innocent now, that was until an hour ago when I took all that innocence away. A beautiful 18-year-old virgin boy. It seems I was the first man to touch his cock, the first man to have his cock in a mouth and the first man to ravage his virgin arse! Why me I wonder?
I look at that arse, his legs drawn up to his chest showing the tightest bum I have ever seen. Two soft creamy globes with the tantalising valley between. Just the hint of soft downy blonde hair. I long to put my face there and savour that musty smell and force my tongue into that soft beautiful, puckered hole. I will enjoy his hole again before he leaves but I now focus my attention on the curve of this back. His back curves almost girlish from his bum to the neck which is hidden by his soft curls of his longish hair. Not long enough to be considered feminine, but there is a feminine feel about him, his body so young could easily be that of a girl from the angle that I am looking.
I am sitting still naked in the chair across the room taking in the events of the day. I am a 65-year-old semi-retired married man. My wife is at work, and I have the place to myself. Although I am married my wife and I no longer have sex. That stopped when the kids came along. She was always worn out looking after two young kids and I was working all hours trying to make enough money to make ends meet!
Somehow or other I drifted into having sex with men. I had had sex with men before I was married. My first experience was a gorgeous layboy in Singapore, but I had stopped when I got married, but it was so easy to drift back when I wasn't getting any at home. I was often away with work, and I was easy to find the cruising places and the odd sauna. How easy was it returning up the M6 to visit the Greenhouse Sauna or coming south Sauna Sauna at Northwich.
It was the internet that made it so easy. This morning I was chatting on a well-known gay dating site, perving the profiles and pictures just hoping something would come up. I had almost given up when I got a message from Kevin. A one line one word message just saying hello. I looked at his profile. Kevin 18-year-old virgin looking for his first time with a man. He had only joined the site half an hour before, but he lived within 5 miles of me. I replied thinking here we go another dreamer, a wannebee, probably nothing would happen but hey what the hell. I messaged back the usual thanks for the message and how are you?