Sunday November 5, 2023
9:40am
Most Sundays are days in which I do a good amount of writing. Sometimes instead of writing at home; I would go to specific locations and write there just to have a different change of scenery. This helps me with my creative flow.
Today I decided to go for a walk by the river.
The sky is overcast. It’s cool but not cold. There are about four cars parked in the parking lot levee area.
I park beside one car that has a White guy with silver hair and a silver goatee and glasses.
I instantly recognize him from when I used to work as a caregiver 20 years ago for one company. I’m sure he doesn’t remember me but I definitely remember him.
I even remember one day when he came to deliver the medication to our home and I had some pretty tight pants on and my bulge was really filling my pants. I remember him specifically looking down at my crotch and then right into my eyes with the most mischievous grin on his face.
He handed the medication delivery and said, “Have a nice day,” most flirtatiously.
We never really talked except for an occasional "Hello" or a flirting look here and there. Who would know that 20 years later we'd meet up!
He has definitely gotten older. There are more lines on his face. What was once light brown hair; almost ginger, is now silver. But he still has the same type of glasses that he wore back then. He still has the same short haircut style that he had back then and believe it or not, he’s still has that sexy, flirtatious smile.
I get out of my car and I start walking down the levee close to a row of bushes that has a trail. Obviously it is a very popular spot for guys who are cruising.
I go down into the bushes as I slowly turn around to see if he’s following me.
He finally makes his way down to where I am. His thin frail body moves closer to mine.
This gentleman has always been very slender but now he appears even somewhat frail. As he has aged; his skin has gotten thinner and I see a few bruise marks on his arms which probably may be an indication of blood thinners of some type or some type of medication he may be on. But he’s still a very sexy looking guy to me.
He moves over slowly. I don’t have a problem with taking my dick out in the open because I already know what he wants. Normally guys are very cautious about making the first move in a public setting like such, but we both know what’s going on and I start stroking.
He takes his dick out and he starts stroking his dick.
His is much thinner than mine and probably not as long neither. This is perfectly fine because it looks delicious.
Just before I start to get on my knees he lowers himself down to blow me.
He won the race!
I guess I’ll just wait my turn.
He gets on one knee and begins to suck on my dick.
It’s slow. It’s warm. It’s somewhat wet, not sloppy. It's just wet enough to feel good.
He’s on me for about a minute. I’m finally ready to get on my knees and taste his cock. He closes his eyes and lets out a moan.
I suck his dick with a little more earnest.
Maybe it’s because it is so rare that I’m on my knees sucking another man’s cock. It’s not as though I don’t enjoy sucking cock. I love a nice dick in my mouth. It’s just "top" is something that has been assigned to me at a very young age. Even when I was versatile, I did more topping than I ever did bottoming. It seems as though it is a lot easier to find bottoms than it is to find versatile men or for that matter other tops; at least other tops that are not going to ruin my experience as a bottom.
So I am on this guy’s dick like it is my last meal and it taste amazing. I slow down to pace myself and to pace him. I stand up and we are stroking face-to-face now.
It is at this moment where my brain decides to blurt out, “I know you.”
I couldn’t just remain anonymous and just have a good time. I have to let him know; even though it wasn’t a big deal.
It can be a little awkward blurting out of the blue, “I know you,” while you’re blowing a guy or jacking off with him.
“You do look kind of familiar,” he responds.
“Well, I don’t actually know you; but I’ve seen you around. You used to deliver meds to my facility.”
“Yes indeed I did,” he smiles.
“You used to deliver them to…..”
I tell him specifically the place that I worked and he has a great big smile on his face.
“Oh my goodness! I remember you now!"
"You were much thinner. You were just a skinny thing back thing back then,”he replies.
Ooooh!
There’s the slap in the face I wasn’t looking for!
"Yeah I put on some pounds as you can see!"
I continue, "No matter how much I try, I’m never gonna get back to that weight ever again."
"Well, you still look good!" He says.
"As you can tell I’m much older now. Goodness, that was like twenty years ago!" He continues.
"I was much younger then. I’m 66 now."he replies.
"That’s okay you’re still sexy to me,"I respond.
I get down on my knees again and start back on my quest to milk that cum out of him into my mouth.
I’m gonna cum he warns but he pulls out. I was really thirsty for it but he chose to pull out. It did look hot as it shot our of his body, however.
I just wish I could have tasted it.
I'm semi hard but I need some lube to help me with my stroke game.
For some reason my spit isn't making the cut and I should have worn my boxers instead of my tighty whities for easier access.
He smiles and says "Thank you. Good seeing you," and takes off.
About 3 or 4 minutes later
About 10am
This sexy young man with medium brown skin comes by to where I am.
I’m not sure if he’s Mexican or East Indian or any various of those races. The term I was looking for is now obsolete and considered offensive so Brown Skin Dude is his name.
He's a young late 20s early 30s guy. He's wearing a baseball cap, black sweats and he has a 5’o clock shadow that brings out a virile presence on an already masculine and handsome face.
We play about one minute of “you take yours out first,” when I finally decided to go in my pants to pull it out. He quickly followed suit.
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