For the most part I avoided putting any limits on the age range of sexual partners. Thirties to seventies was a broad spectrum and I rarely went outside of those boundaries. Joe in New Jersey managed to entice me into being with him even though he was 92 years old. My biggest issue with that age was the lack of functioning sexual parts. Joe, however, was offering a blow job which meant I wouldn’t need his dick to get involved.
Joe saw my profile on one of the sites I used for meeting naked men. He reached out with compliments on my body and equipment. How could I not respond with gratitude? I did question the age he had posted on his profile and he admitted readily to being 92 so I didn’t respond further. His stats suggested he had an average build, but there were no photos to verify anything and I could understand why a man of his age might not post pictures. Without them, I chose to not proceed.
It was a few days later when he reached out again and happened to catch me at a needy point. Over time, my mind had gotten used to the idea of his age and I accepted that he might have really good skills or dentures which might make for a very satisfying oral experience. He asked me about fucking him and I was very straightforward that that wasn’t going to happen.
One of my methods for determining the seriousness of an online connection was to ask for an address. That’s when I knew we could move beyond the chatting and get to the physical contact stage. There were many married men who weren’t able to have the courage to meet, or felt that meeting was a betrayal their marriage. Joe was reluctant to provide an address but I had learned that he was single and living alone so he didn’t have the married man issues. His reticence likely revolved around safety and I could appreciate that. In the end, he supplied what I wanted and we planned to meet at his place in an hour.
Joe didn’t provide the apartment number, but I had an address and that was sufficient for me to meet him in the parking lot where we could each judge the other. As I pulled into my parking spot, I was able to observe him in the blue baseball cap he said he’d be wearing. He was indeed the height/weight proportionate build that he had posted on his profile. My profile had photos of my naked body as well as my face, so it was easy for him to determine that I was there to be with him.
Joe smiled and readily welcomed me into his building. His apartment was in a large complex where I had noted new buildings under construction as I drove to the parking area. Joe ambled comfortably and at a good pace for a man of his age. When he removed the blue cap, I saw that he still had a fair amount of white hair that complimented his very pale skin. The apartment had large rooms and I observed a bedroom off to the left with a king size bed where I assumed we would go.
Joe directed me to get naked and sit on the sofa in the living room. I was surprised that he was willing to be on his knees since that was always a challenging position for an elderly man. He was the host and I wasn’t going to disagree with him, but I offered to toss one of the large orange pillows onto the hardwood floor. He readily agreed to the pillow and removed his clothes just as quickly as I did. I was surprised that he didn’t put a towel on the sofa for my naked ass, but I had told him I would be very clean.
The old man knelt on the pillow and took my flaccid cock into his large hand which wasn’t cold as I had anticipated it would be. He bent over further and took me into his warm, wet mouth with sensuality. He used his tongue to stimulate my dick into a thicker and firmer state. When he came up for air, Joe used his hand to stroke me and take a look at his handiwork. He smiled as he bent forward to tuck me back into his hungry mouth. Now he was able to bob his head up and down on the shaft which would have looked just like a blow job to any casual observer. I didn’t spend much time looking at Joe, but leaned my head back and imagined blow jobs I had received from women with long hair. I had no guilt about fantasizing that I was with a much more attractive person and knew that that would be necessary for me to achieve climax. Joe had no clue what images were in my brain.
Joe had good oral skills and I appreciated a man who had experience. He wasn’t shy about taking another man’s member into his mouth and I massaged the back of his neck as he sucked earnestly. My back arched to push my way deeper inside but he had some limitations on gag reflex. He lifted his head up again and returned to stroking my firm shaft. “I haven’t bottomed before and I’d like to know how that feels.” I didn’t provide my usual response that my cock was not a good starter tool, but chose instead to rely upon my need for small framed smooth bottoms for anal. He wondered why I was like that and I just explained that it was how my equipment responded.
Joe returned to slurping on my dick and my body tightened in response. He sensed that I might orgasm and chose to stroke me gently to prolong the experience. “I almost choked there at one point,” he readily admitted with an impish grin. I wanted to ask him when the last time was that he had been with a man, but I didn’t want to break the progress of being blown. I was happy when Joe returned to sucking because I didn’t want to be stroked into orgasm. We both seemed to understand where we were in the process and chose to move forward to the climax.
Joe’s head bobbed up and down on my very hard shaft and I was significantly stimulated as the tip of my cock smacked against the back of his throat. I knew that I was close and my body tightened further in anticipation of release. I felt the sperm rising in my cock and shot one load of cum inside Joe before he pulled back to let the remaining spurts land on my naked torso. The smiling old man continued to pump my shaft, making sure that I had a full release.
As my breathing returned to normal, Joe looked around for something to clean me up. He hadn’t placed anything nearby and so had to go to the bathroom and return with a couple of grey washcloths. He got back on his knees to clean me and asked with anticipation, “How quickly do you recover?” I laughed and explained that two orgasms in one day didn’t happen anymore for me. He smiled and declared that when he was in his 80’s he was still fucking every day.
I assumed that he was speaking about his wife and Joe explained that he had been married for more than forty years, but his wife had died. He had a second woman who stayed with him for twenty years after that. I asked if either of them had known about his interest in men and he said that he had only recently headed down that path when his own equipment ceased to function. He not only didn’t get hard anymore, he didn’t orgasm either.
Joe continued to fondle my relaxed cock while we engaged in this conversation, but ultimately, he gave up on being able to stimulate me back into a hardened state. He chose to take a seat on the sofa next to me and we both remained naked while we continued to learn about each other.
I told Joe about a friend I had who worked with paraplegic men in their 30’s and 40’s. The biggest problem for that group of men was suicide. My friend worked with them so that they could still manage to orgasm even though their equipment didn’t function anymore. Learning that skill helped them to see a path forward for their lives, but it taught me how much the brain was involved in the process. I already understood how important sex was to a healthy life.
I complimented Joe on his 92 year old body and he informed me that he walked a mile and a half every day. It wasn’t as much as he used to do, but we all had reduced functioning as a part of the aging process.
I decided that it was time to be on my way and got up from the sofa to return to my clothed state. Joe did likewise and asked me if I would like to return the next week. I declared that I was going to be leaving the area in just a week and wouldn’t come back until the Spring. Joe planned to be off to Florida in a few weeks and wouldn’t return to New Jersey until the Spring. The two snowbirds smiled at the similarity and shook hands heartily, knowing that we both had enjoyed our little encounter.