Old man dick me down
So I’m 21, and back in March I ended up messing around with this older Black man who was 63 years old. From the very beginning of our chat, he was aggressive, bold, and straightforward about what he wanted. He came at me with pure confidence and energy that honestly caught my attention fast.
We actually met at Walmart while I was there with my mom. I was scrolling on Grindr out of boredom when he messaged me saying I was fine as hell. He told me what aisle he was on and said he was the bald-headed Black guy with glasses and a salt-and-pepper beard. He also told me he was there with his wife, which honestly shocked me a little. From there, we kept sneaking glances at each other while walking through the store.
He was sexy. He was around 5’7”, skinny, but honestly looked good for his age. We continued texting, and he sent me some dick pics he had saved on his phone. It was thick and looked huge in the pictures even though he said it was around 6 inches. I sent him ass pics, and he told me he couldn’t wait to nut in me.
So I gave him my number and told him who I was with, and that we could link the next day. He replied saying okay and that he was going to come pick me up so we could go back to his place since his wife was going to a doctor’s appointment.
The next day around noon, he came to pick me up so we could go back to his place. I was nervous but excited at the same time. When I got in his car, he already had this confident energy about him, like he was fully in control of the situation. He smelled amazing.
We got to his house, and he took me to his room. He closed the door and told me to get on my knees. I enjoyed the way he took control, and the tension between us instantly got intense. He kept talking dirty to me while I pleased him, making direct eye contact the whole time and telling me not to stop.
Around 10 minutes later, I was finally off my knees and on his bed with my face down and ass up while he kissed and touched all over me. He kept telling me to move for him while hyping me up and talking in my ear the entire time.
Eventually, things got even more intense once we started having sex. At first he went slow, trying to open me up while both of us moaned. He kept talking dirty, grabbing me, and taking control while the pace got rougher and rougher.
At one point he laid on his back and had me get on top of him. Not long after, he finished inside me for the first time. After that he grabbed me, flipped me around, and kept going until he finished again a few minutes later.
We laid there for a minute after we got done, both exhausted and sweaty. Then he cleaned himself up and told me to get dressed. I got myself together, put my clothes back on, and he eventually took me home.
When he got back to his house, his wife apparently asked why the bed looked messy, and he told her he had taken a nap and was too lazy to straighten it up. I honestly haven’t heard from him since, and I’ve been thinking about texting him again.
But like I said in my previous story, I’ve had a lot of experiences with different men throughout my life, and I’ll probably share more stories eventually. This is honestly just where I vent.