For several years, I have loved sex between guys. I have a preference for mature men. I frequent saunas but it's not always easy to find the right shoe. I was researching this site and wanted to look at other dating sites. I met P on a dating site. I had set criteria as mature, active, pumped and receiving man. We chatted via message on the site before we exchanged phone numbers.Right away, we called each other. I really liked this first telephone contact, his sexy voice, his way of speaking. I think the converse is true. Philippe was married to a man but they separated. A real gay man, 63 years old, white hair, very attractive. Those who have already read me know that I have an attraction to mature males. We communicated by text message until the day I decided to go to his house. As usual, I'm looking on the internet. A charming house about 40km from my home. I know her ex-husband because I was in contact with him some time ago. I never met him but he gave me his address number. I recognize the house. On the big day, still a little stressed, I hit the road. I arrive half an hour later. I pull the car into the yard. I see P leaving his house. He lets me in. A very beautiful house. He put on some music. I'm a little tense. We sit on the sofa. He offers me a coffee but I can't swallow anything. We speak. He senses that I'm stressed and makes fun of me gently. He talks to me, tells me that if I'm here it's to have a good time without any hassle. I somehow manage to relax when he kisses me. He runs his hand under my polo shirt. I like. Then he takes me by the hand and takes me upstairs to ...

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