Not All Petered Out

The past few months I had been on edge, I couldn't quite put my finger on it but there was something missing.

Then I went into one of the gay chat rooms, you might know which one I am talking about. Gay over 50. Being a bit of a late bloomer, it wasn't easy admitting I had urges for a man.

Most of the men on the site were after just a fuck and go. That wasn't me. I was getting a bit disillusioned with all the trolls

Then I saw his profile. It was simple and direct. He wasn't there for the suck and fuck, He was there for friendship and if anything more came of it, then so be it. My attitude exactly.

He had posted his picture on his profile as well. From what I could gather he stood a few inches taller than my fiver foot nine height. He had short gray hair and a silver mustache to go with it. Crystal blue eyes and a wonderful form. He was nude in the photo but from the side shot you couldn't see his cock.

I knew I wasn't probably in his league as we were 200 miles away from each other and besides I was a bit overweight to his standards. But I figured it wouldn't hurt to try. I sent him an email and told him he sounded like a very nice man. Someone I would love to grab a beer with and maybe watch some sports with.

He replied in a couple of days. He was very polite and told me that he liked my message. That was a far as it went.

After about a month I got an email from him. He wanted to know, if maybe we could start by talking via Instant message and to see how things would go from there. So we started to. After a bit we exchanged phone numbers and started talking on the phone. His voice was very nice and easy on the ears.

I had some time coming and he did as well. So we made arrangements to met in his town just outside of Lancaster Pennsylvania

I packed a duffel bag and headed out on Friday morning. The traffic was bad going over the George Washington Bridge and it took an hour or so more than the 4 hours that my GPS told me it would. I pulled into the little Mexican place he had told me about.

I spotted him right away sitting in a booth near the back of the place. He stood and we shook hands and hugged. His touch was light and he smelled like old spice.

"I took the liberty of ordering us some beers and a taco platter; I hope you don't mind Mike? He said.

"Not at all Pete, it's fine." I said.

We talked and ate and spent quite a bit of time getting to know each other. I felt really comfortable with him. A few times, he reached over and patted my arm, I got Goosebumps.

We finally left the Mexican place and took a walk around the town.

He showed me places where he spent as a child.

I asked him where I could find a nice motel to stay at, but he insisted I stay with him.

"It will save you a few bucks and I can finally talk to someone besides myself." He said.

So I followed him to this house, it was a nice blue ranch. It had two bedrooms. A kitchen and dining room area and a good sized living room.

I put my duffel bag in the guest room and went out to sit with Peter on the couch. He was quite a man. He worked for a local construction firm. He framed the houses. No one knew that he was gay but like they say "if they don't ask you don't tell

During the Phillies game we moved a bit closer as more beers were drank and the night progressed. We sort of fell asleep with me laying my head on his chest.

I was having this wonderful dream; I was getting the best blow job in my life. It was so real!

I groggily woke up and realized it was real. Peter was between my legs and sucking my six.

He pulled his head off my cock and smile. "Your awake, good hope you like!"



I moaned "Yes god yes"

He went back to sucking me off, his tongue rolling around my cock head. Soon he wet two of his fingers and slid them up my ass. I was amazed how easy they went in.

His head bobbed up and down as his fingers massaged my prostate. It wasn't too long after that, that I was blowing my load in his mouth. He kept sucking me as I filled his mouth.

"Good to the last drop!" He said as he moved his mouth off my cock. He moved up and I kissed him, tasting my own cum.

"That was wonderful Pete!" I said.

"Glad you liked it Mike and maybe you can repay me in a bit."

"Fuck why not now?" I asked.

"Sure!" He said and dropped his pants and shorts right there.

"I've never, never "I stuttered.

"I know Mike and its okay. Pete smiled down at me as I knelt between his legs.

I started to lick the head of his semi hard eight inches. It had some heft to it as I took it in my hand. I kissed and licked my way down his shaft. Soon his cock was hard and I took it as deep as I could in my mouth. I think I got four inches before I gagged. I started massaging his balls, feeling his load inside them

It wasn't too long and his hips were rising off the couch. I was gagging as he shoved more into my mouth.

"Relax your throat baby!" He said.

Soon his sweet cock was filling my mouth with his load. I swallowed as much as I could and some of it spilled out and onto his hairy thighs.

"Well? What do you think?" He asked me.

"Me likely!" I said.

"Good "And he pulled me up to him and kissed me and we hugged.

He took my anal cherry that weekend too. At first it hurt but once I got into it, it felt great.

When I left on Tuesday, I was in love and well filled.

But I was not nor will I ever be "All Petered out!"