Hello, update to my first post.
I suppose I should just tell the rest since I don’t want to wait any longer. Ok, let’s paint a picture.
I was driving down the road, passing by the usual barren fields and Clios. The sun was slowly setting and I was continuously pandering how this night would go. I was even terrified if my sweaty palms would cause me to lose control and swerve off the road. But I repeated to myself that everything would go fine and to focus on the road. Soon I was approching the town, taking deep breaths I paced myself. The instruction he gave me we simple, turn on a specific road, make a right and head towards a big stone church.
Know, in my mind I assumed that he lived *next*, to the church; this is where things get interesting. I decided to park on a small empty drive way. From the outside, I wasn’t quite sure if I was next to his house or I was in the wrong driveway. Opening Grindr I texted him for clarification and he tells me there should be two vintage Buick’s in the front. I look to the house on the opposite side left of the church, there was nothing. Then I panned to the stone church which was lit inside. Two vintage Buick’s in the drive way.
The man lives in a church? Was he some kind of pastor? The kind of jesus loves all, lgbtq friendly pastor or the secretly closeted reverend that likes to fuck guys on the down low? I make my way to the left side of the church that he instructed. There, a door on the side with the porch light on. I rang the doorbell and there he was. Exactly like his profile picture. Red haired with a bushy beard and glasses. He had a prity nice dad bod and even came out in his pajama bottoms; and the most striking was his soft spoken voiced. A gentle “Oh hello.”
He gestures to go down stairs, and when he opens the door I was not prepared for what the night would be like. The down stairs led to what I can only describe as an antique store. Everywhere I saw was an incredibly vintage furniture. Tiffany glass lamps; and black and white family portraits hanged on the walls; there were retro TVs from the 50s, and A lot of clocks. Grandfather, ones that chimed, and other that swung back and forth. It all looked like the apartment of an elderly woman, and I was impressed. He then gave me a full tour of his place and I asked if there was anyone else home. He said his grandmother was upstairs but wouldn’t hear us at all. So he lives with his grandmother? From what he gave off, the guy was giving off Jeffrey Dahmer vibes. One of my friend’s advice was to take pepper spray. So already I was panicking.
He guided me to the living room, quaint sofa with a modern flat screen and 60’s coffee table. The whole space was an open space and everything looked too nice to even touch. Then we walked over to a gorgeous dinning table with Italian spode china wear a matching china cabinet full of porcelain plates. the kitchen had a 50’s house wife touch with every appliance needed yet a weird collection of retro toasters toasters shelved on the walls.
Finally he showed me the bathroom and his work station were he made his repairs. The guy was pity sweet. He obviously took time and effort into his collection. There was this nerdy quality about him that I liked. We decided to sit down on the couch and he asked me a few questions.
“So how are feeling?” he said with a smile. I had to be honest, I liked the guy so I had to be honest.
“Actually, im a bit over whelmed. I didn’t know you lived in a church?”
“Oh, sorry, it used to be a church. However it was repurposed into a home. Alot of guys have said the same thing.”
“I mean, I love your home. There’s so much antiques here . . . are you a collector?”
“Well, yes but I sell antiques. I actually have a job in retail but I love what I do. But I’d like to get to know you. I understand this is. your first time? He said with a sympathetic smile. I was feeling more nervous as we talked. He was gentile with his words and I could tell he wanted to make me as comfortable.
“My first time wasn’t fun.” He said. “My first wasn’t as gentile. So after some time I decided to make sure my parters were relaxed so we can take things slow.”
“How should we start?” I replied, trying to initiate to stay cool in this moment. We were both sitting very close on his couch which was frankly a bit small. “We can take things slow, ” he wispered smoothly.
“We can talk so more and just go by your pace.” His firey beard attracted me. I wanted to know what it felt like on my skin. So I placed my hand on his hand. Then I gently leaned towards his lips and we proceded to kiss. My first kiss and I was keeping up with his in rhythmic motions. Raising my other hand I felt his chest. He wasn’t the most fit but I enjoyed feeling his bear body; a chubby guy and almost slim. Then I reached to his belly. God I love guys with bellies. Nothing about the taste of his mouth was displeasing, his mustach almost tickled me. The guy then motioned his right hand on my thigh and I realized I was very erect in that sweet moment where everything I worried about and all negative thoughts dispersed like a flock of starlings. The make out lasted as if hours but really it was definitely a good 10 minutes or 13 minutes.
We stoped for a moment and he excused himself to use the restroom. I collected myself and prepared for the second part of the night. I was still erect and patienty waiting for him. Finally he emerged from the bathroom with a visible erection. I could finally know what a dick tatste like. He didn’t even seem embarrassed and I was sat there starring at it.
“Can I touch it?” I asked curiously.
“Of course” he said with admiration as he lifted his shirt to reveal his adorable belly. I lifted my hand to touch, very firm and a good size. Not as big but a good size where I didn’t chock. I was almost timid to pull down his pajama bottoms but my hands were too exicted to wait. His cock floped out and it was perfect. A good five inches, trimmed and cut. My first response was a small kiss on the head and a little precum came out. I could even hear a little pleasent groan in resonse.
“We should take this to the bedroom.”
“Sure,” and he lifted his pajamas back up and walked me over to the room by the entrance. His room was small but not free from his clocks. There we began to undress and shame itself, insecurities about my body were absent. I was with someone who had no shame and appreciated me as is. It was invigorating taking off my cloths. I myself have an average build body, soft belly and love handles but here was this man that simply wanted to me to have a good time.
We got into bed, side by side and continued kissing and rubbing each other. His hand on my dick was amazing. The warmth of another person, bare skin and complete nudity was everything I asked for. He was soon reaching down and sucking my dick. His lips around it felt so soft and funny enught he was infactuated with uncut guys. When he paused to catch him breath he said he likes all types of guys with hairy dicks, cut or uncut he was licking the inside of the head, it was like sucking the last bit of ice cream from a cake cone. It enthralled yet tickled me.
He adjusted his body and we know in a position were he was perfectly ajacend to my dick and as was I. We were a perfect 69, and I was soon sucking his dick. No experience yet his penies was not an issue. Perfect length where I didn’t chock and not even the problem of my gag reflex. So we sucked, he was definitely a pro and well experienced. He went down on me so well that I felt like I was neglecting his dick. But I worked at it; paying attention to my teeth and used my tongue to like down his shaft and suck on his big balls.
Next, came the part I thought I would be ready for. He suggested I would top instead of bottom. I asked why and he said that because I probably was not used to anal he was worried that he might hurt for me. He was more used to bottoming so I had no room to protest. Hoping of the bed he bent over, to show his fat ass. He then pointed to his bed side table and asked for the bottle of lube.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked.
“Sorry no, but i’ve been tested. I make sure all my partners are tested so its ok.” He then handed me the lube and without asking I poured some on his ass crack. Watching the oil slip down as I tracked the outside of his hole and slowly pressed inside. His small groans told me I was doing well. And his ass responded well, I could already put one finger in and then two inside. With the lube I slipped some on my dick and slowly smothered some on and guided it inside. I pushed with my pelvis, and held my dick until I was inside. He adjusted his position to lower his ass down and I focused on getting a good rhythm. His groans were more pronounced which informed me to take deepr strokes.
Adding additional lube as I went I felt more amazed at how warm it was, the slimy lube aiding me as his groans and moans had tone of enjoyment. As we fucked my heart began pumping, I was sweating and my calves were almost tensing and I didn’t consider that this was basically a workout. And yet it was exhilarating, I was toping a man only five years older, mature yet here he was moaning like a bitch. This feeling I was finally craving; the feeling to have another’s pleasure and forget everything. It didn’t matter that he was older or that we were having sex inside what used to be a place of worship. I didn’t care. I fucked in front of god, I was taking back every bit of shame and taking it out on this random man and his big ass! That was sexy; call it blasphemy, I call it a good time!
But before I could cum, we took a breather. He started to hurt and I licked his ass, tonguing as if to apologies. “we should take a break, my legs are starting to hurt.” And we walked, naked with no socks to the bathroom. He wanted to check the damaged. After that we came back and we decided to just watch some porn. He showed me what he enjoyed and we just relaxed as we stroked each other while watching twitter porn. But for some reason I didn’t cum. I wanted to for him. He even admitted that he didn’t have the best health. It took him longer to cum but for my case he reassured me that it was performance anxiety.
Disappointing yet understandable. Finally we ended the night by taking a shower, this was my favorite part of tthe night. Showing with somone was incredibly heartfelt. Just to scrub the other one as the warm water flows over our bodies seems simple yet personal. Being exposed in front of another is the best feeling. Scrubbing our asses and washing each other felt so good. Surprising he requested a weird favor.
“Can I pee on you?” Whoa, he didn’t express any kinks before hand but since we were in the shower I agreed. It was weird at first but no complaints. I actually kinda liked it. Kissing some more we got out to dry each other off.
Before we got dressed I asked about his collection and pointed to a very old phonograph. He was immediately interested in telling me. There were standing around it as he informed me on the year and the quality of it as I was standing there, completely naked while he was fully clothed. It was like a funny episode of ‘Antiques Roadshow’, he even played me a bit of vinyl music and cranked the lever on the side. The music that came out of the big metal funnel was static but pleasant.
The fun was over, we got dressed and before we parted he gave me a souvenir, a small butt-plug to practice. My first sex toy and what a great present it was. He said he just wanted to get rid of it since he didn’t need it but that I could use it instead. I was so touched by this I asked if it was possible if we could see each other and have some quality time together? But he declined; With a sympathetic smile he stated that was starting to be in a serious relationship with an older man. They weren’t official yet but we just couldn’t see each other for that kind of fun. I was sad about this but he kissed me good bye, I was almost looking up at him with puppy doll eyes. But I hugged him goodbye and left.
While driving I collected myself and smiled. It was over, but could it had last just a bit longer? The souvenir which rested in my cup holder was a pleasent reminder. And after I had finnally came back to down I decided to grab something to eat, just to treat myself. I went to McDonalds and ordered a juicy double bacon Quarter Pounder, with large fired and coke. It felt like I hadn’t eaten all day because that had to have been the best burger. A reward for achieving a challenge I sought out and reclaiming my sexual pride. That’s how I lost my virginity in a church.