I don’t exactly have rules about meeting people casually for sex, but there are some circumstances that make me less likely to be interested. Being a massage therapist for twelve years led me to be very accepting of people’s bodies, even those who were more than 300 pounds. There were, however, some age parameters that led me to keep my distance. Initially, I held a belief that I didn’t want to have any sexual experience with people who were younger than my children. As they grew older, I had to abandon that principle. In short, I avoided those under 30 or over 75.
Young people hadn’t had enough experience and I wasn’t interested in being someone’s first experience. At the upper range, men over 75 often had performance issues which made them less appealing. I made exceptions to these parameters when there was enough reason to balance out the negatives. That was the case with John in Phoenix.
He had posted a profile on one of the sites I use for meeting men and declared his age to be 78. Most men on that site shave a few years off the announced age, so it was likely that John was in his early 80’s. What he offered that appealed to me was a massage on a professional table at his place. If he had performance issues, I would still get some manly hands on my naked body and perhaps I might even learn something from his massage technique.
I sent a note expressing my interest in being on his table but didn’t receive a reply for a couple of days. John replied that he was eager to get his hands on me and provided his approximate location. As it turned out, I was eating my lunch at a nearby park. I had been in the mood for some good cheap Mexican food and had used my phone to locate a restaurant that was only doing drive up service due to Covid-19 concerns. I wanted to taste their steak and chorizo burrito which others had reviewed very favorably. Even though there were half a dozen cars in the drive up when I arrived at lunchtime, I had my hot food in less than ten minutes. I was impressed.
I drove to a nearby park which had picnic tables and some nice looking male and female runners circling the small lake for my viewing pleasure. Many of my senses were now engaged in pleasure. The burrito had a great spicy flavor and there was more than I could eat in the one sitting, so I packed one third away for later. I informed John about my lunch event and he encouraged me to come by when I was finished. He only needed ten minutes to get ready for me. He provided his address which was only a few minutes away by car. This was a great day!
John lived in a large group of condo buildings that were not part of a gated community so I didn’t have to go through a security check. I just found a place to park and located his unit. He was on the second floor overlooking the nearby pool which was closed for the Winter. I climbed the stairs and knocked on his door which was already open. “Come in. Come in,” he encouraged me from his sitting position at a computer screen. His condo was clean and well kept, but the table next to him was piled high with books and papers suggesting an old professor.
He directed me to a seat on the sofa and he took the opposite end so that we had some distance. I had worn a mask from my car to his condo, but he was barefaced. I removed my surgical mask as I took my seat and slipped off the sandals that I was wearing. John had a big head of very white hair and a broad jovial face that reminded me of Joss Ackland. He was tall with a slightly stocky build and exhibited a good energy.
John asked about my travels and I chose to talk about my time in Thailand. I returned questions and learned that he was an avid golfer who had been playing earlier that day. He had been squeezed into a foursome where the other three knew one another. That can be an awkward situation. John was upset that they didn’t welcome him and were rather rude during the nine holes of play. He declared that they ruined his score as well as his attitude. They also seemed to being playing by some irregular rules which irritated him. John’s sense of fair play added weight to my guess that he was an educator. He was hoping that doing a massage would change his day. I hoped that it would change his day too. It was helpful to learn John’s emotional situation prior to the massage.
Our conversation which didn’t include anything about sex, led both of us to feel comfortable about being naked together. “Are you ready to get a massage? You know that I’m not a professional.” I answered in the affirmative and John explained that he liked to use a warm Neutrogena oil that had some scent. I knew that product and was fine with its use. He led me to the bedroom where a professional table was set up with headrest and sheets. I undressed while he prepared the oil in another room. I assumed that he would start on my back and placed my naked body on the table appropriately. I didn’t observe what clothing he had on for the massage, but I assumed that he would be naked with his male parts dangling.
“You look nice on my table,” he complimented while expressing his pleasure in having me there. His day was looking up! He dripped some of the warm oil onto my back and his strong manly hands smoothed the oil onto my torso. He was correct in assessing that he didn’t have any professional technique but I enjoyed feeling his hands as they moved around my body. He paid extra attention to my ass muscles and slid his hands between my crack a few times. I enjoyed the attention and he said, “You’re in good condition and I’m enjoying your body.” John was improving my day as well.
When he asked me to turn over, I was partially engorged but not erect. He didn’t immediately make the massage sexual but I knew that it wouldn’t be long once my equipment was more available. On this side, John was gentle rather than firm and the massage became sensual and more engaging for both of us. He chose to become direct after about five minutes of sensuality. His right hand lightly stroked the exposed underside of my cock as it rested on my abdomen. This technique had the desired result and my member expanded in length and girth. I could feel John’s cock pressing against the side of my body not far from my right hand. I took hold of his dick and stroked him to a good hardness while he did the same for me.
He backed up from the table, releasing his cock from my hand and I felt his warm lips encase my hard shaft. He sucked on the tip softly before taking more of my cock into his mouth. He wasn’t able to take all of me but sucked more than half way down the shaft before pressing his lips hard and sucking as he pulled up. I was getting pleasantly aroused and I sensed that he wanted to take his time. John returned to gently stroking me so that I could manhandle his cock once again. He had gone a bit soft while he was sucking me and I heard his breathing become deeper as his cock hardened.
John returned to sucking and was more vigorous this time. He bobbed his head up and down while his right hand massaged my swollen balls. I rocked back and forth on the table while clutching the sides as he stimulated me to a near orgasmic state. He pulled his mouth back from my hard cock and stroked me with his firm hands. My breathing increased in intensity with his pumping action. I shot cum up into the air and it fell back onto his hands and my torso. My breathing stopped briefly while I fully enjoyed the orgasm. John took some cum and used it as a lube to stroke his own cock. I heard his breathing become excited along with his dick. It wasn’t long before his sperm were joining mine on my freshly massaged torso.
John obtained a warm wet washcloth from the bathroom and tidied up my body. I complimented him on his satisfying massage. “Well, it’s a good way to get people naked at my age. As you can tell, I enjoy sucking on a nice tool like yours.” I thanked him again for his kind words and asked if he massaged women. “Oh yes. That’s the only way I get a woman naked nowadays,” he rejoined with a hearty laugh. “While I like to suck cock, I also love to eat pussy and play with breasts.” I asked if any of the women knew that he was bisexual and he was surprised by the question. “If they knew that, they most likely wouldn’t play with me.” “It’s the common challenge with being bisexual,” I returned.
“I’m trying to learn how to bottom,” John opened to me. I asked if he were using any toys to get himself ready for the real thing. “Yes, but I’m sure they don’t feel at all like the real thing.” I agreed and commented that feeling a man’s hard cock sliding inside was a very special event, to be cherished and enjoyed fully. I knew that I was not the one to pop his cherry because my cock would certainly hurt him and he wasn’t the type of man that I enjoyed fucking.
I returned to my clothed state after I saw that John was changing back into street clothes. I had enjoyed my relaxing time on his table and was ready to depart. He continued to engage me in conversation about local sports issues in which he was very invested emotionally. He spoke with great detail and passion about players and coaches.
As I put my sandals on, John started another conversation about his swimming which he did regularly to stay in shape. He stood in front of the exit door and I sensed that he was lonely and wanted to keep me there for a longer period of time. He was pleasant enough but it was time for me to move on. I thanked him and shook his hand before I put on my facial mask. That physical signal informed him that our event was over and I was leaving.
As I returned to my car, I felt very relaxed and hoped that he also had good memories of our time together. I knew that I was going to be in the Phoenix area for much of the Winter, so it was likely that we could meet up again.