Feeling and Being Felt
I met my new friend online. I had created an account for a one month trial on a new website I had come across. When I logged in the next day, I had a new message from another member on the site. In my profile I indicated that I had been wondering about meeting another man for some sexual play. I had fantasize about it a few time over the years and in the months before finding this website I had done some video and phone play with a few other men.
The gentleman who sent me the message lived near enough to me and he had the same curiosity as I. He was in his early sixties and I was in my mid fifties at this time. We started exchanging messages through the website and then started emailing each other exchanging pictures and finally made a phone call during which we decided to meet in person.
On the day we had planned to meet, I arrived at the park he had picked for our first time in person meeting and after parking my Kia Sorento, I made my way to the place we were to meet. We recognized each other right away since our photo exchanges included face pix, something I had never done with the other men I had masturbated with on video calls. We walked around the park for about 30 minutes talking about our shared interest and then my friend suggested we go to a secluded place he knew of.
We went to the parking lot and climbed into my Sorento and he started giving directions. As we drove, I reached across the console and took my new friends hand and he spread his fingers so that our fingers entwined. This was the first time I had felt another man’s hand in such an intimate way and to be felt by another man in this intimate way. My friend didn’t resist when I lightly gripped his hand, lifted it and pulled his hand back across the console and placed his hand on my crotch, letting his hand go, I reached back across the console and placed my hand on his crotch. My friend gently rubbed my now swelling cock through my pants, feeling me swell to his touch and I felt his cock swell as I felt him and gently rubbed the growing bulge in his pants.
By the response we both had, as our cocks grew hard and our pants grew tight, could only mean we both indeed enjoy feeling and being felt.
The gentleman who sent me the message lived near enough to me and he had the same curiosity as I. He was in his early sixties and I was in my mid fifties at this time. We started exchanging messages through the website and then started emailing each other exchanging pictures and finally made a phone call during which we decided to meet in person.
On the day we had planned to meet, I arrived at the park he had picked for our first time in person meeting and after parking my Kia Sorento, I made my way to the place we were to meet. We recognized each other right away since our photo exchanges included face pix, something I had never done with the other men I had masturbated with on video calls. We walked around the park for about 30 minutes talking about our shared interest and then my friend suggested we go to a secluded place he knew of.
We went to the parking lot and climbed into my Sorento and he started giving directions. As we drove, I reached across the console and took my new friends hand and he spread his fingers so that our fingers entwined. This was the first time I had felt another man’s hand in such an intimate way and to be felt by another man in this intimate way. My friend didn’t resist when I lightly gripped his hand, lifted it and pulled his hand back across the console and placed his hand on my crotch, letting his hand go, I reached back across the console and placed my hand on his crotch. My friend gently rubbed my now swelling cock through my pants, feeling me swell to his touch and I felt his cock swell as I felt him and gently rubbed the growing bulge in his pants.
By the response we both had, as our cocks grew hard and our pants grew tight, could only mean we both indeed enjoy feeling and being felt.
4年前
