As I got into my fifties I was more and more distant with my wife. She had adopted the church and that was her interest. I was a workaholic, so I didn't have to go home early. I spent some time at work on the computer, and I found this website for dating men my age. It wasn't a new thing, I had been thinking about it for ten years. My one and only experience had been when I was in school with a classmate neighbor.
I responded to a ping from another man on the web site. He sent me a picture and I liked it, he asked for me to send a picture. I was hesitant but did, and then we exchanged full body pictures in front of the mirror. I was excited to follow up and after several weeks of going back and forth we agreed to meet at a restaurant. We identified each other with lavender shirts, sitting at the counter.
We talked, it was easy to talk with him, and I found out from him that he was as much a novice as I was. We agreed to rent a motel room and we went there. He was nice looking, and once he had his pants off he was handsome. I immediately put his penis in my mouth and the rush was overwhelming. He stood but we needed to get on the bed and we undressed completely. It was after a lot of body touching and caressing that we took the first steps towards kissing. It was all a rush, kissing with him was especially erotic. We spent quite a bit of time making love to each other's penis. Lots of kissing, and mouth action.
I told him I had dreamed for a long time of having a man have sex with me. I had come prepared and had some anal lubricant and I lubed up his penis and he lubed up my anus, and I lay on the bed hugging a pillow. It was awkward at first, but he got into rhythm, and soon it was all out fucking. Nothing I had ever dreamed of, or the feeling of using a dildo, prepared me for how good it felt having him fuck me.
It set the roles up, and I continue to be the passive partner, the bottom, and he knows his job is to finish in me. We meet once or twice a month, at the same motel, and spend the afternoon together.
