After my first few experiences with David (see my other stories), I wanted to sample a bit of variety. I was regularly cruising online and chatted to a few guys but was quickly finding out that older guys who are versatile was a big turn off for me. I realised I was looking for selfish tops. Men who wanted to be sucked and who wanted to fuck. They wanted to cum and that's all they were interested in.
On a website that specialised in connecting young guys with silver daddies, I got chatting to a man called Harold. Harold was 86 and at first just wanted to chat. He lived in a town about 45 minutes away from me and was a widower. He told me over the course of a few weeks of conversations that he had always known he was attracted to males but because it was so unacceptable when he was young he had never acted on it and then had got married and put it to the back of his mind. It was only since he had become a widower that he felt he should finally live out his fantasy while he still had time. He said he was still in working order where it mattered and masturbated regularly.
Importantly, we established that Harold was a total top. I sent him some pictures of myself and he liked what he saw, and he sent me a face picture showing an elderly, but still handsome man. Obviously slim, with a strong jaw and thinning hair. His profile said he was 6 foot 2", which I liked (and I can't say I hadn't noticed he stated his cock size as large!). But he said he was nervous of meeting as he hadn't done it before and he didn't want me to be disappointed by his age and the fact that he wasn't as mobile as he used to be. I reassured him by saying that I was pretty new to meeting up with men as well so I would still be nervous too, but that I was happy to do most of the work and let him sit back and enjoy the experience. I also told him we could just talk or sit and watch some TV for a while if that made him more comfortable. Eventually he agreed to meet and we set a date and time for the next weekend.
I arrived feeling just as nervous as I had on my first meeting with David, but much more sure of what I wanted to happen. He invited me in nervously and we sat on the sofa exchanging pleasantries. He said he wasn't sure how to act and admitted to feeling anxious about the situation. I said we could just watch some TV to relax and he could let me know if he wanted to try anything. He said ok and we turned our attention to whatever rubbish was on TV.
After about half an hour of hoping that Harold would make a move and initiate some activity I thought that maybe he had changed his mind so I asked him whether he wanted me to leave. He said that that he definitely didn't and that he just didn't know how to begin. I said if he was happy to let me, I could take the lead while he watched TV. He nodded.
I reached out and placed my hand on his thigh. His body tensed up, but he didn't say anything, so I carried on. I moved slowly up his thigh to where I could see the outline of his cock resting against the inside of his leg. He subtly spread his legs ever so slightly to give me better access. As I slipped my hand over it, I could feel through his linen trousers that he was still soft, but that he was big. I gripped it and gave it a stroke through his trousers, but I knew I'd have to get it out to get him hard.