From my train compartment I see the landscape passing by. My mind goes back to 2016, when I took this same train to meet Paul in a hotel and ended up for the first time in my 60 years old life naked with a hard cock in my mouth and a serving of cum partly in my gullet, partly dripping down my chin and onto my stomach. I think about how it got this far. After years of friendship, I once posted an innocent photo on line that showed with some effort that I was naked. That was the beginning of at least 10 years of exchanging increasingly explicit photos. And finally of that blow-job in Paul's hotel room.
Today, 7 years later, much had changed. The feeling of Paul's cock in my mouth and the taste of his cum made me crave for more. However, another opportunity never presented itself. I spent hours in chat rooms, shared hundreds of photo's and fantasies, and made some appointments where the other guy never showed up. And now I'm in this train that's slowing down because it's approaching the station where Peter will pick me up. That is, if he does show up.
I met Peter on Bullchat and we clicked right away. During the last half year we chatted a lot, also showing ourselves on cam, but a meeting appeared impossible because I moved to a country in the far east. But now I'm back in Europe and in my busy schedule only one afternoon was left unfilled. In a few minutes I expect to see the man who fills that afternoon. And who hopefully fills more.
The train stops, the doors open and I jump on the platform. It's not difficult to find the coffee shop where we will meet. We had agreed in advance that we would drink coffee first and that each of us could still decide to withdraw after all. I enter the coffee shop and immediately spot Peter at a table in the corner. I order a cappuccino and join him. He is not the movie-star type, but neither am I. He has a friendly face and a pleasant voice. It's obvious for me that I will go with him to his home. I really hope that he will not withdraw. That would be a huge disappointment.
"Are you accepting my offer to drive you to my house?" Peter asks after we finished our coffee.
I felt the excitement flow through my whole body. "With great pleasure," I reply.
"The shortest way will take about half an hour," Peter says, "but if you like we can make a short detour along a nice park near the highway".
I'm pretty sure that he means the park where men use to meet. I've parked there several times when I still lived here, but never dared to leave my car and enter the meeting area.
"Up to you," I say. "I'm your guest so I like you to take the decisions."
"All decisions?"
"All decisions!"
"Okay, then we'll visit the park first."
While we are entering the highway Peter asked if it was true what I told him once, that I often drove naked when I still lived here.
"I did indeed," I laughed, "but mainly on quiet roads or at night."
"Undress now!" It is still Peter's friendly voice, but a subtle change in tone tells me it's an order.
"But it's broad daylight now," I protest.
"You want me to take all decisions, so that's what I'm doing. Undress now!"
I feel anxious and excited at the same time. Peter notices my hesitation.
"If you prefer, I can drive you back to the railway station," he smiles naughty.
I reply by taking off my shirt. Then I take off my shoes and socks. I push down my pants and now sit in my briefs only. When I push these from my hips, my half erected cock jumps up.
Peter looks at me with a big smile, when he leaves the highway at a gas station. He drives past the self-service area, stops at the manned pump and asks the operator to fill the tank. The guy hardly dares to look inside, but it's obvious that he will see me sitting there. After Peter has paid, he starts the car and drives to a parking space on the property.
"I have opened the tailgate. Please put all your clothes in the boot."
