After a marriage of 20 years, it was really hard to get back into the dating pool. Every girl you talked to ghosted you, either when they learned that you had 2 children or when they learned that you still lived with your ex-wife while finalizing the divorce. You didn't even want anything serious, you were mostly looking for a friend with whom you could talk as well as bang it out from time to time, but no girl was interested in that.
It was your wife's turn to take care of the children, so you went out to catch up with a friend. He was such a good listener, he let you speak all about the divorce and your relationship struggles. You laughed saying that if he was a girl, he'd be the perfect woman for you. You even jokingly added that maybe you should look for guys, since it's always easier to connect with them.
However, your friend saw the opportunity and said : "Why not?" A thought crossed your mind : you have a strong muscled man offering his ass to you and you slowly slide your dick in, and it feels as good as your ex-wife's pussy. Your friend, seeing how you're considering it, says : "Come on, let's go to a gay bar for a drink, and if you feel uncomfortable, we can get home whenever you want!"
Curious, you follow him. There, the doorman stops your way saying straight men are not welcome. Your friend has to say you're with him for the doorman to reluctantly let you in. The place is packed, and the music is blasting at ear-piercing levels. Immediately, someone grabs your friend and they disappear in the crowd. Alone, you make your way to the bar, which is the quietest zone of the place.
After ordering a glass, you look around and see all those young guys grinding against each other. That was clearly not what you wanted to do, you contemplate the idea of downing your glass and getting home, leaving your friend in this jungle of men.
"I can't remember how long since I saw a straight man at this bar!" The voice was coming from beside you. An older man was looking at you. He was certainly clashing with the rest of the crowd : he was old enough to be your father and was dressed classy, with creased pants, a buttoned shirt and a watch that looked expensive.
Looking like the only normal man in the place, you start talking to him. The conversation turned out to be great : he listened to your divorce and relationship problems, and he told you he also had a wife and kids before coming out. Speaking with that man has the effect of totally clearing your mind. You feel like you haven't felt this good for years. You really were absorbed in this conversation that you weren't able to see time passing.
Suddenly, the lights open, signifying the bar is closing. You look around and the dancefloor is almost empty, and you see the pile of empty glasses in front of you that you drank along the hours.
The man stood up and put on his coat, and asked if you wanted to follow him. You felt like he was a good friend and agreed without thinking. In no time, you were both in front of an apartment that he unlocked and let you in. He entered behind you and gently put his hand on your back to move you forward. This simple contact sent shocks across your body : it must have been months since your last human contact!
As if he felt the tension in your body, he tells you to relax and moves his hand upwards to start massaging your shoulders through your shirt. It felt really great to have his hands undoing the knots from your upper back, he was certainly very experienced in massages.
While kneading your shoulders, he asks if you want to go to his room for a more complete massage with oils. Having your guard totally down, you accept, forgetting that you're at a gay man's place.
He asks you to take off your shirt and pants, and to lay down on your stomach. He climbs on the bed beside you while working your back with his expert hands. After a while, you feel him getting lower and lower on your back, until your underwear blocks him. However, it's not a problem since he slides them down to knead your glutes.
Your body has never felt so relaxed.
Slowly, you feel him laying over you. His chest hair tickles your back as you feel his warmth like a weighted blanket being laid over you. When did he lose his shirt? In that position, he whispers to your ear : "I have a service to ask you..." You remember how your conversation earlier made you feel mentally great and how his hands made your body feel great, and you are ready to accept anything he asks you as you feel like you owe him so much.
He whispers : "Please let me take care your ass" and a soft "Yes" comes out of you and seals your fate.
He slowly gets up and puts his hands on your hips. He pulls towards him, lifting your ass at the height of his own hips. Then, you feel it. A warm blob of meat pokes right at your asshole. It's hard and oily. In your relaxed state, you offer no resistance at all : in a small push, it penetrates inside you.
The dick slides inside you slowly. The man is taking his time, enjoying himself. Once fully in, he sighs in satisfaction. Just then, you realize you have let a man put his dick inside you and you start to regret it. Your body tenses up and you want to leave, but he's got you pinned down, literally.
Sensing your ass around his dick tightening, the Man reassures you that it's gonna be alright, and he puts his hands on your back to massage you until you calm down. His strategy works as you close your eyes and feel the panic leaving you.
He then starts moving his hips back and forth, while still kneading your back. You wouldn't admit it, but it was starting to feel so good to be taken care of. The dick going back and forth was giving you warmth all over your body and you couldn't stop yourself from moaning.
From your experience with your ex-wife, you thought the moanings were a cutesy little way of cheering the man, even though it didn't feel real. However, right now, that's far from cute : the involuntary guttural sounds coming out of your mouth were terrifying. You didn't even know you could produce sounds so deep, but you couldn't stop them coming out at the same rhythm the man was fucking you.
Still, the effect is the same, as your sounds stimulate the man to go faster until he's joining his moans to yours. He pulls your hips against his, locking his dick deep inside you, then you feel it pulsating inside you. He came inside you.
As he comes out and thanks you, you realize how spent you are. Sex has never worn you out as much before. You roll on your back, revealing a pool of your cum that was under you, and you try to catch your breath. The old man, now as sweaty as you are, lay beside you.
He asks you if you want to spend the night here, so he could fuck you again in the morning, and it's the easiest yes that you ever said.
He turns you sideways and puts his arms around you to spoon you. You feel protected by him and you're proud to have his load inside you. Is this what pure bliss feels like?
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