It was just last week you sent me a message on the online dating site, after you checked my page. None of the primitive obscenities I get every so often, from those poor freaks who vanish once you try to meet them. Plain, honest, straightforward. I liked your profile and your pics instantly. The Skype interview I gave you confirmed my good impression. Wholesome with sharp little eyes, you look the serious type and a bit shy too. And you're just 20, quite young for my own standards. With my 28 years ahead of you, I'm definitely old enough to be your Daddy.
We made an appointment for this evening. I have asked about what you were willing to do, and it seemed there was no major restriction. I understood you have little experience though, least of all with grown men. About my underwear requirements, you repressed a giggle when I said I wanted no goofy pants or socks.
You're right on time. Here you stand apprehensively in the doorway, and I welcome you in. I can feel you're nervous, but it's a matter of pride for you not to back out once you've finally come over here. You're glancing at me from aside. I'm not much taller than you, but quite stockier, a bit paunchy, balding and slightly greying. I must remind you of your college teachers, and all this alien generation you never make friends with. I'm a real man, a mature one, and even though I'm not exactly what you've been taught to find beautiful, you find something soothing to my sturdy features. Actually that's what you came here for, hey?
You look good by all means. Cute, clean cut the way I like, with your hair very short. You don't dress like a sloppy teenager. Blue jeans with a pair of tennis shoes, but on top, you have a smart navy blue sweater with white stripes over your white sleeveless shirt. See, I made an effort as well, to look the way you were expecting. Daddy like, with black leather shoes, grey flannel trousers and a shirt just as white as yours, but mine has long sleeves. You know what, boy, I think we're more alike than we look at first sight.
I'm offering you a glass of cognac before we get on. You seem to hesitate, you've heard these stories of people putting strange things in your glass. But since I'm ready to have one too and toast with you, even if I don't need it, you finally trust me and accept. You're right, it's good stuff, it's a treat. I hear a slight snort of appreciation when you have your first gulp. That's a good start, boy. I'm sitting here on the elevated stool as I watch you sip down slowly. Your cheeks are getting rosy and once you've finished, your eyes look a bit glassy and shiny. The frown on your face has vanished by now , and you're staring at me almost defiantly. I stand up, and ask you gently to come over. You step ahead, and I feel how tense you are as I put my hands around your waist and press your chest unto mine.
You're expecting me to kiss you but I won't for the moment. I'll just be just nuzzling you, fondling your cushy young body with my hands. I can smell the aroma of the liquor I just served you coming up from your lips. I know we are both thinking about each other's odor : yours is mildly soapy and fruity, you use different shampoos and lathers than I do. I can only guess that you already scented that special aftershave of mine on middle age men before. And then there's this hard to define touch that makes male skin smell different according to how old they are.
I feel your heart pulsating and your breathing gets deep and fast paced. I press my crotch against yours, several times, gently at first and then humping you harder. I look into your eyes and can tell you're turned on already. I can feel the swelling in your trousers as you can feel it in mine. You're panting as I remove your shirt, and lay my hands on your bare chest. Then I grab your nipples between my fingers, very gently, and this makes you whimper. That's it, I just reached your soft spot. I'll insert a finger in your mouth, and moisten your tits. They instantly get erect like two hard little nails. It works good, I'll have you spit in my hand and make them all wet. See, you've only been here ten minutes, and you're already moaning like a baby. Just let go, you're in safe hands.
I'm in total control as I have you take off your jeans. You've followed the instructions I gave and you're wearing nice blue briefs that perfectly mould your anatomy. I can see you're tight in them but you'll keep them on for a while. The shape of your bulging dick is visible, and it punches me in the stomach. You're like hypnotized as I have you kneel down, pull down my zipper and let your hand make way inside my pants. My cock has risen fully as you're palpating its outline. Time to get comfortable for me too. I take off my shoes, my clothes and my watch as you're waiting for me down on your knees. All I'll have left is a white tank top, and once I take my pants off and have spread my legs apart for you, my dick will be standing up majestically right in front of your face.
No, don't put it in your mouth, not yet, there's no hurry. Take it in your hands and play with it. I'll keep on working your tits, I can see you love that. Lay your hands wherever you can and get to know my body. Fondle by balls, my belly, my ass. Make it nice and slow. You want to use your tongue, baby? Well, just lick my cock from underneath, all along the shaft and up until the head. If you really want to please Daddy, push your tongue further between the balls and the thighs. It tastes a bit acrid even though I'm freshly washed, but this is sex, boy. You're giving me a real treat. My erection is firm and effortless, as if my cock had always been this hard . I slap it on your face and, rub it against your hair. Short as it's cut, its touch gets crisp and electrifying like the soft spot between a cat's ears.
