Older Men Do It Better

"Your profile says you're lonely, and horny," Bert asked Travis.

"Makes no sense for you to be both."

Bert was on Growlr, when he saw Travis' profile.

"Let me help you out," he asked.

"How," Travis replied, as he wasn't necessarily into an older man.

"Bring me that black cock so I can demonstrate," Bert replied. "I can host. I'm lonely, and horny, too. Single here, widowed to be exact. Come on over and let me demonstrate."

The two of them spoke online on a rainy, Friday evening. The 31-year-old Travis had just arrived at his apartment from his shift at the Amazon warehouse. He was tired, but needed the company of someone else pleasuring him, regardless of the sex. The 71-year-old Bert lived in a four bedroom house a mile away, as he was sitting on his sofa watching sitcom reruns, after finishing off a glass of whiskey.

"I'm not young enough for ya," he asked Travis.

For Travis he wasn't, for Travis didn't need the company of someone who was old enough to be his grandparent. The six-foot-three, 230 lb., forklift driver had a vague profile, but knew he wasn't into anyone over 50.

"You should fix your profile to say exactly what you like," Bert advised.

Bert, a five-foot-nine, 190 lb. Caucasian, was someone who constantly craved a dick in his throat (and occasionally his ass). He'd been on a dry spell for a few months, and Travis, with his big smile, and gorgeous dimples, seemed to catch his eye immediately.

"It's a shame we live so close, and I can't take care of you," Bert typed.

"But I understand. Us older men don't stand a chance with stallions like yourself."

Bert played "the pity game" while trying to lure the taller stud over to his place. Bert was prepared to play with himself in the evening, but he had his claws in Travis. Travis made the mistake of unlocking his photos, for he felt bad for Bert's words, thinking Bert didn't get his hands on a cock regularly.

"You ever measure that thing," Bert asked.

Travis' thick hips hosted a curved, eight or nine projectile that was shiny in the photos. Travis' member was slim at the top of the shaft, but thickened an inch past the tip, all the way to the base as if it was a cone. Travis himself was in great shape, with his sculpted chest and stomach, and cut arms, all above a dick that was surrounded in a modest, black bush. Bert commended Travis for keeping it hairy, for too many times he came across men who would shave their bodies completely.

"I love a natural man," he said to Travis. "Don't make me beg, son."

Travis buckled once he realized the other guys he reached out to weren't interested. Travis asked a few questions to determine any dealbreakers.

"I don't smoke, I drink whiskey on occasion, no pets, and I live alone," Bert replied in a message.

Travis saw nothing but green lights from the man with the bald head, and thick, gray mustache. He had a need, and Bert was intent on meeting it as he pledged not to be a disappointment.

"You may want to be a regular," he told Travis.

Travis warned him that he just had a need for the night, and not something that would become a ritual.

Bert shared his address, and Travis promised to be at his place within the hour. Travis put down his phone, grabbed workout gear from his closet, then jumped in the shower to wash every crevice of his being. 40 minutes later, Travis was driving in the pouring rain while listening to the GPS guide him to Bert's. Bert lived much closer than he thought, for he noted he passed Bert's house regularly. He parked in the driveway by a Lincoln Continental, an older car owned by Bert, then rushed to get out of the rain, by running across the driveway to the porch. Travis rang the doorbell, and Bert appeared, wearing a tank top, shorts, and pink flip flops. Bert was ecstatic the taller ebony stud decided to make an appearance. He offered refreshments, and Travis mentioned Knob Creek whiskey, only to be met with a short glass with an ice cube in it. Bert, too, had a drink, as they'd sit on the sofa to have an introductory conversation.

"Let me warn you a few things," Travis said.

"I'm not looking for any relationship, friendship, or any kind of union we can call our own. I'm bisexual, meaning I still like pussy from time to time. I have a schedule. I work. I have a life, and you should, too. I hope you're catching all I'm putting down, because these are the things you need to know about me. Now, what are some of your boundaries?"

Five minutes later, Travis found himself getting deep-throated by Bert. Bert didn't have much of a response, just a wry smile, and his blue eyes focused on Travis' britches. Travis realized Bert understood all he said, and wanted nothing more than a dick in his mouth before he hurriedly came out of his shorts. He was soft at first, but then Bert kneeled down the floor to examine Travis' "tool pouch," touching Travis' dry tip to make it harden a minute later.

"This should be a crime," Travis cried out minutes later.

This older, white man, the type of guy that wasn't on his radar, gave him pleasure at an unforeseen level. Bert was no stranger to gobbling a curved stick, for he used his lips, and his lengthy tongue to try and siphon the seed from deep within Travis. Travis' legs were spread wide enough for Bert to taste whatever he chose. Bert took the chance once his mouth tired from such a strong dick, choosing to give Travis' sensitive, big, black balls a workout with his tongue.

"Someone like their ass eaten," Bert asked, as he purposely flickered his tongue at Travis' taint.

"And just so you know, I like pussy, too."

Bert considered himself bisexual, but was taking his lust out on Travis. Travis leaned his back as he was too eager to surrender his anus to the hungry Bert.

"You must want me to eat your pussy," Bert joked, and he pulled apart Travis' flower, then slid his tongue inside to let it swivel at the rim before digging deeper.

Travis gasped from the surprise of Bert's tongue being so deep, for Bert loved his natural flavor, and Travis' hole squeezed on Bert's tongue. Bert giggled while Travis moaned as Bert's tongue slid in and out of Travis. Bert wondered if his new friend was really a top as his profile read, for he seemed to enjoy having his ass played with a little too much. Bert's tongue began to cramp from the antics of licking Travis, and so he pulled his face back, and slipped a pointer finger inside instead.

"No, Bert," Travis begged.

Bert ignored Travis' protest as he placed the finger on Travis' prostate. Travis felt the fiddle of Bert's finger gently pressing down on his spot. He loved it, a little too much for he was moaning uncontrollably while Bert "played the DJ." Bert pushed and pulled that finger across Travis' zone, then realized Travis' fat dick was spilling precum onto the sofa.

"Damn," said Bert as he lowered his head to catch the string of sperm.

Bert commenced sucking Travis while continuing to finger his hot hole. Travis laid back, holding his legs in the air as he was getting pleasured in a way he didn't expect. He wanted a quick blow and go,to up his spirits on a Friday night. He received more, as Bert was intent on killing the notion of Travis being too selective, for he would've missed out.

"You gonna give this old man a good nut," Bert asked as he broke between slurps.

Bert pushed his finger deeper as Travis began whining from the pressure imposed in his hole.

"You like that black boy," Bert asked. "You like daddy fingering you, while he jacks you off?"

Bert loved to control his recipients as he had Travis in a chokehold. Travis, a bonafide top with a deadly "stroke," was in full submissive mode to Bert. Bert became reckless in fingering Travis, and Travis whimpered louder as the orgasms came from everywhere. He felt his biggest one coming yet, but Bert had "cum control" for he watched the face of Travis each time he was getting close. Bert was having fun edging his unsuspecting friend, perhaps six times until Travis literally began to cry from wanting to cum. Bert's mission was accomplished for he knew Travis would come back. He was having too much fun having his ass, and his cock, played simultaneously.

"You're so damn wet," Bert said before he lowered his head to suck, while pulling his finger out of Travis.

Bert's focus dwindled to getting his throat coated in Travis' sperm. He tightened his lips around Travis' shaft, closed his eyes, then bobbed his head faster to try and pull that load instantly. Travis was seeing stars as he closed his eyes, too, and let Bert do his magic as he was overly due for a nut. Travis coached him, thanked him, and told him how much he was enjoying what happened. Bert was deaf to it all for he could tell Travis was coming close, and so he bobbed his head faster as if his brain was knocked loose.

"Bert, oh daddy," were the words that rolled off Travis' tongue.

That somehow sent the old man into overdrive as he loved being called "daddy" by his lovers.

"Daddy? Oh daddy, I'm gonna cum," Travis screamed out as Bert wasn't edging him. "Oh daddy, please, please, don't stop."

Travis yelled to the top of his lungs as he gave Bert what he desired. Travis exploded at the roof of Bert's mouth, and Bert used his tongue to scrape it all downward for a healthy swallow. When Bert realized he was empty, he raised off of Travis, then slapped his outer thighs before heading to the linen closet for towels.

"You gotta remember," Bert said as he handed him a towel. "Us older men have much more experience than what you're typically looking for."

Travis took heed to what Bert was saying as he was already looking forward to another meet. Bert was clean, welcoming, and just an overall good cocksucker to where he had to give Bert a piece of his ass.

"And you've got one wonderful hole," Bert said to him.

"Can I come back sometime," Travis asked, as he got up to get dressed.

"You know, you kinda hurt my feelings earlier, ya know," Bert told him.

Bert was good at playing the guilt trip, but Travis would return a week later, for the two forged a "sexual bond" that was too strong to break.