I finally met that most elusive of species; a slim, fit, nice, drama-free, sexually-aggressive man in his 50s! I knew they existed but I've never been with one before. Most of the 50ish guys I've met all had pot bellies, were somewhat needy or desperately seeking a relationship and / or acted older than their actual age.
My son and I arrived home several hours later than usual: he had an interview for a fast-food job (he was hired!), after which we had numerous errands and dinner at my parents'. Our first really big winter blast was just starting: howling winds and freezing rain combined with nearly a foot of snow.
I was soooo exhausted from a week of cumulative fatigue, so my evening plans were: (1) to soak in the bathtub and (2) to go directly to bed with my little dog. Nothing else.
Out of curiousity, I logged onto pof.com and immediately had a chat request from a 55 year old carpenter with kids, 6'-0", not married but "living with a woman."
We POF-chatted for a very long time with him quizzing me closely on my coming-out journey and my experiences since then. He told me that he hooks up very infrequently but every now and then, his yearning, his ache to be with a man, could not be ignored.
He wanted to meet me but I made it clear that I was too tired; there was no way that I was hooking up tonight. Also, travelling along the highway at 10:00 pm during our first winter blizzard / freezing rain storm was a really bad idea. Finally I agreed when he proposed to drive most of the way; we would park in private place and chat in his truck.
When I arrived, he was already waiting in a beautiful new 4x4 pickup truck with a crew cab and black leather seats. A real man-cave! I jumped in and at the sight of him, said out loud: "Wow!" Cropped dark blonde hair, blue eyes, pleasant-enough face and slim, masculine body, he looked at least 10 years younger than his actual age..... a gay man's blue-collared wet dream. And he was a very normal, mild-mannered guy.
We talked for a long time, 30 minutes at least, and the atmosphere became increasingly sexually-charged. I'm an incorrigible flirt so I ran my hand idly up and down his thigh as we talked. Finally, he asked: "Do you want to go to the back seat?"
We climbed over the seat and just attacked each other! Fantastic, aggressive kisser!! ... like a drowning man coming up for air. Beautiful cock and balls! Perfect, slim body!! He seemed thrilled with my body and said several times: "Fantastic cock! Beautiful!!" I know I should get more excited about his infatuation with my cock ** yawn** but I've heard it so many times before. LOL.
He was the only man I've been with who was more intent on pleasuring me than just receiving it. I loved how he ran his hands over my face, hair and body as we made out..... and I did the same to him.
As he unbuttoned my jeans, I decided to abandon my 'no-pants-off-in-a-car' rule to receive best blowjob I ever had ...... it set me a-trembling but I've never cum during a blowjob and tonight was no exception. He found it deeply disappointing that he couldn't make me cum. He tried and tried and tried but I finally had to tell him: "Quit pressuring me; it isn't going to happen here." But his blowjob was deeply satisifying to both of us and after he came, we cuddled briefly, spent and exhausted, as the blizzard raged outside.
He said he could rarely get away from his family responsibilities but tonight, his wife was out of town. He hoped that we could become 'regulars.'
Yes, I know it's wrong to get involved with a married man. I understand that I must guard my heart carefully and not become involved with someone who is not available. Of course, being with a closeted man would be a step backwards for me. Despite all that, I wouldn't say 'no' to another hookup with him, but in a real bed.... I'm too old and inflexible for these back seat shenanigans!