yesterday as often I connect to a chat site, it is late I do not hope for much.As usual, I begin to list the presents from my department and send a bsr to each of the profiles that caught my attention. I know it sounds a bit cheesy but I am 65 years old and politeness is in my genes.But whereas I usually only contact the 30 45a tonight I hang 3 profiles between 23 and 25a. And surprise 2 respond and discuss seriously. Keeping two cats abreast is common, but two interesting cats is quite rare."attentive guy research" is very hungry but not available for tonight and after a very warm exchange we exchange our tel will there be a follow-up? she is sworn promise but what are the sworn promises worth on dating sites nevertheless I felt her very attracted both by the sight of my series of dildos and by my promise to massage it and even more by the sight of the dressing room where the shoes line up long wigs, pretty negligee gloves and various clothes (refined, maid or whore lol) for him the future will tell us more."first experience" needs to be reassured he is young 23 living as a couple (but girlfriend with his parents this weekend) no homo experience according to his words and very tempted by sodomy but fearful.My age and the resulting experience suit him my weighted argument pleases him he understood that my behavior with young people was protective and formative but nevertheless very cuddly and warm that I would first think of his pleasure before any pride in making me a young . After 20 minutes he is ready to come. I still don't know anything about him except his age and "his pseudo virginity" but he is calm, lucid and determined. he knows little about me except my age, that I live alone and that discretion and hygiene are guaranteed he also has the photo of my series of dildos which I promised him will gradually make the transition. I leave him my phone, my address and I prepare "the battlefield" without really believing it.A first call from him begins to reassure me he leaves the neighboring town, I pamper the place, good distribution of equipment, condoms ready to cover the dildos, but also other "tools" just in case. I leave on the bed only the fitted sheet covered with large towels and the pillows, turn the heating up a little, hesitate to dim the lights but nevertheless leave open fire. Two other calls keep me informed of its progress is that reassuring? or in fact it too? I am as excited as on a first date, would youth be communicative?a new call tells me that he is in the street (ah the effectiveness of the GPS) I go to meet him to show him that he can park behind my vehicle in the dead end but with the headlights do not see him. I go home before him to avoid a first public contact (despite the night and the desert of the place) he follows me without apparent discomfort and it is only when I turn around the threshold of the house that I have crossed that I discover him. Damn he is handsome, not that young, handsome, fine, no taller than me, short hair, clean, neat, modern but refined clothes, only a very fine, very sober piercing adorns one of his nostrils. I think I'm dreaming, does this model of young people still exist? I expected to be 1m80, shaggy, unshaven, disengaged, and frankly ugly to be at 23a attracted by a senior of 65y or by a guy having at least omitted ten birthdays lolAnd he is there smiling, gauging me with a reassured look, and evacuating all his fears yes he is reassured the discretion and up to the comfort of the place omen of hygiene and the old man does not seem so decayed lol. So little decayed that opens his arms to me for a kiss not so traditional as that (to hell with the covid) I would learn later that I, who do not like kissing too much, that his lips are tasty that his tongue and mine understand each other and appreciate each other Rejuvenated and no longer at all unhappy with having taken care of the place, I invite him to enter the guest room and watch his gaze which lights up with excitement, nothing is too much, everything pleases him, even the collar and the leash, the handcuffs, the fags and the swift.he turns to me and nestles in my arms again and this time our languages ​​speak to each other. my hands on his buttocks are feasting but very quickly we need to release the pressures of his fly (oh how practical) his pants go down on a tight-fitting boxer brief of good quality (but where does this youngster come from?) in a hurry or very hot take off his t-shirt. But he is beautiful thin I had seen him, firm I had felt him, hairless considering his age I could imagine him, but golden and of a golden color that the fall of his boxer briefs will show me full hum it is to taste, to lick without moderation, how many eyes must have fantasized about this body offered to the sun this summer, I prefer not to think about it. Obviously my greedy gaze delighted him and to my question about naturism he replied to do it often alone at his place or with his parents and also do a lot of swimming pool always at his place, phew would he also be free from the eyes of others? I lay him on the bed kissing him (but I got a taste of it) still admiring him from the face, his cock is still soft but cute with beautiful promising balls (hey he is not shaved but not very hairy anyway he is beautiful what like the rest), his pecs of real swimmer pecs but unpretentious with visibly unexp ...

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