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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Brian had been a true gentleman. Despite the
His front room was warm, an open fire cracking away, whilst soft lighting added to the relaxing atmosphere. He moved over to me and ran his hands over my chest, his hot breath on my face as he kissed my neck. I thought he must be able to feel how fast my heart was beating in nervous terror. I remember standing there like a dumb idiot, not quite sure how to respond. Luckily, at least one part of me responded properly; Brian gently smiled, either at my discomfort or as a reassuring gesture, and his hand slid down and over my stiffening cock straining against my trousers.
“Undress” he ordered in a firm but respectful tone, breaking away from me and seating himself in his armchair.
Thinking about it, I suppose I really needed him to take total control, to order me; a way to reconcile my guilt. Brian was happy to dominate, to be the "top" as his profile described him, and although his order was firm, it wasn’t loud or demeaning.
This was it, the last opportunity to leave before... well before there was no turning back I suppose. With a final tussle of emotions I had made up my mind.
I responded by undressing in front of him, slowly exposing my nakedness to this man. In an undignified heap on the floor I had discarded my shirt, jeans and shoes. I hesitated just slightly before slowly pulling my boxers down, releasing my now hard cock to Brian's expectant gaze. I bent down to remove my socks, but he halted me.
“Leave them on” he ordered.
I stood up ready to be inspected, to have this stranger judge me and examine his piece of meat for approval. After all, that was what it was. What if he didn't like what he saw? What if he said he didn't want to stick his cock in my mouth? I remember panicking under Brian's steady gaze.My heart was racing, my cock twitched slightly in anticipation.
Brian rose and walked over to a sideboard, and poured himself a glass of red wine before returning to stand in front of me. The whole ritual was slow and measured. It did nothing to quell my nerves and rising unease.
“Open my robe” he instructed after what seemed like ages as he sipped his wine.
My legs felt weak as I took that final step towards him, and undid the robe cord around his waist. The silk material opened up like the curtains at the cinema, revealing the main feature between the fine cloth borders.
His body was in good shape for a man of 70. A sparse covering of silver hair around his nipples met between the cleft of his quite well defined chest muscles, before tapering off down his flat belly. Clearly Brian had once worked out, and even if he wasn't working out now, he wasn't letting himself go either!
His cock was thick and quite intimidating, hanging from a neatly trimmed patch of pubes. He wasn’t even erect yet, and yet his cock looked impressive.
In this state it was about as long as mine, not huge, but it was thick. I knew he was circumcised from our earlier chats, but the sight of his helmet smooth and red, exposed to my gaze, made me gasp slightly.
Instinctively I reached out and gently held it, wrapping my fingers around his shaft. My touch had an immediate effect, I could feel his cock swell and grow in my hand. The feeling was amazing.
“Kneel” Brian commanded.
My mind was awash with desire, and I obediently dropped to my knees, his growing cock inches from my face.
This close it seemed huge, and as my hands gently massaged his member into full stiffness I watched fascinated has his helmet caught the light, shining as the smooth skin stretched to accommodate all the extra blood flowing into his magnificent gland.
We both knew why I was there. Brian had made no attempt to coerce me into something other than what I was curious to experience.
It was then or never, so not wanting to think about it too much in case my bottle went, I opened my mouth and fed his cock in.
The next quarter of an hour was a blur. I tried to do things with my mouth and tongue that I liked being done to my cock. Brian guided me with moans of pleasure when I did something good. I couldn’t take him too deep, as my gag reflex stopped me, so I controlled his depth by gripping the base of his cock with my hand as he gently held my head and fucked my mouth.
And all too soon it was over, he pulled his iron hard cock from my caressing mouth, and wanking furiously, unloaded spurt after spurt of red hot cum all over my face. Looking back I realise how much of a gent he really was. On the phone I had told him I wasn’t ready to have him cum in my mouth for my first time, and he respected that; it would have been so easy for him in the heat of the moment to hold my head on his cock as he came.
I certainly had done that to a few girls in my time!
It was also at that moment I discovered how much I loved to have a man cum on my face. It felt so empowering seeing his cock explode, feeling the result of my skills splashing on my skin; the heat, the wetness.
My gaze met Brian’s as he looked down at my cum covered face.
“Lay down and wank for me” he ordered.
Obediently I lay on my back and began to stroke my aching cock. I could feel the globs of his cum running down my face as I began to wank my own cock. So high on desire was I, that in under a minute I had my second load of come splashing onto my body, as my cock spurted a huge load of my pleasure onto my chest and stomach. |
