Corey is an adult twink. His copper colored body is slim and toned. In his thirties, he looks as if he is a young twenty. He styles his dark hair in a surfer cut. He kisses with passion as he directs my actions. I crave him, his body, his sex. He allows me to make love to him. This story tells of my sex with him today. I still shiver, remembering him in my arms as I made him flow. This story is true. It happened today. I write it this evening.
I may tell more about our lust. I hope I can bottom for Corey soon and feel his hardness throb inside me without protection.
Nifty is worth a donation. Please keep this site alive by donating to Nifty.
http//donate.nifty.org/
Sex With Corey
Breakfast at the diner with my old guy friends was a once a month activity. I say old, yet these men were only older in age numbers. Their lifestyle exhibited actions of men ten to twenty years younger.
One exception to the word old was Corey. While all of us prime timers were sixty-five or up. Corey was a buff thirty-nine who maintained the look of a twink in his twenties.
I slid onto a bench seat next to Corey. My heart beat faster. I liked how Corey enjoyed touching, hugging, and kissing. He pulled me to him and kissed my cheek, not caring who saw. I put my hand on his thigh. He pushed into me.
We ordered. Conversation swirled around us. Half-way through the meal, Corey leaned close.
"Phil has a doctor appointment after. Want to come over?"
I nodded. I knew what would happen. I became anxious. I needed this adult twink.
Before I continue, I must tell you about the sexy times Corey and I have had.
The first time was in a friend's pool. Others were around. Corey waded over and leaned into me. Within moments, his hand was in my pants. I pushed into it. Then I had my hand in his pants. I lowered his trunks. His hardness was within my reach. I stroked him. He thrust. We went no further as an older queen went down on Corey. Corey snapped his suit up and moved away. Later he told me. "Sorry. Another time."
The other time came when I took Corey to a resort, a naturist resort to which I belong. No clothes allowed in the pool and no fooling around. I looked at Corey in the clear blue water. His eyes were on me. His feet rubbed my calves. He was hard. I could see he was in heat.
"Is there somewhere we can go?" He asked.
"Come on."
We walked to my car, naked, and got in. "I have a camper in storage."
We drove to the storage yard, empty except for the stored campers. I looked at this slim and smooth-skinned young man as I opened the door. I hoped we would have sexy fun.
I closed and locked the door. Corey wasted no time. We stood making out, naked. He pushed me to a seating position on the couch and gave me the best head ever.
Now, at my age, the hardness of youth is a memory. The juices still flow. Corey sensed I was near.
"My turn." He said.
We flipped. I used every skill I remembered. Soon Corey was a mess, writhing, humping, moaning.
"Close." He moaned.
I knew in this age, I should not swallow. Still, I pulled off and asked. "You clean?"
"Yes."
I resumed. I wanted to bring Corey to orgasm.
With a shout, Corey stiffened. I felt his hands on my hair. I let his cock go as deep as he wanted to push it. His was not a monster. At the most, six inches hard. I felt him throb and tasted his seed.
I had no difficulties cumming as my hand held my cock.
I continued loving on his penis until he lifted my head.
"Suck nipples." I sucked them and any other part of his body I could think to suck.
We stopped as the interior of the camper was sweat producing hot.
"On the drive back to the pool, he told me Phil never swallowed. Corey held my hand. I felt satisfied. I felt love. I'm an old guy who can still satisfy a man.
That was all until today at the diner. Phil said goodbye. Corey and I paid and left.
Now I was at his house. The one he and Phil lived in together.
Corey was all over me as soon as he locked the door. He guided me to the couch. I wanted him and kissed him. His arm pulled me in deep as he moaned. I saw his cock hardening under his shorts. I needed to stroke him, and I did. This turned Corey into a mess. I reached to lower his shorts.
"Come on." That was all he said.
He led me to the main bedroom, stripping on the way. He turned his back to the bed and lay on his back. I lost my clothes as I gazed at his slim, twink body. He spread his arms. I craved his touch as I carefully lay on top of him. He wrapped himself around me. We kissed, our tongues dueling.
"Tell me what you want." I said, low.
I knew Corey had certain likes. I wanted to give him what he wanted. Before I followed his wishes. I took that beautiful six inch, slim cock into my mouth. I made love to it, licking his slit and his tip. I was rewarded by Corey's sounds.
"Suck my balls."
His balls were not huge. Walnuts were bigger. I took the left one into me and moaned on it as I gently rolled it in my mouth. My hand went to the tip of his cock. He liked what I was doing. I could tell from the noises and moves he made. Then, holy shit, he flowed. Flowed, not spurted. I rubbed the fluid. As I sucked his testicle.
"Lick me here." He said breathlessly. He pointed at the juncture of his sack and his thigh.
I'd never. I dove in, smelling his sweet musk. That drove me to seek to pleasure both him and myself. I continued playing with his tip and was rewarded with another flow.
I needed him in my arms. I climbed his body. He wrapped his arms and legs around me. We snuggled in passion.
I wanted more of this when he said. "Lick me all over." I started down, giving him my first ever tongue bath. I stopped at his nipples and licked. Corey moaned and clasped me to him. I started for his cock, intending to slurp on it, then continue to his feet. I wanted to try sucking feet. As old as I was, I wanted to pleasure my lover's body. I wanted to have him spurt in my mouth and maybe try doing anal. I wanted, no craved him.
Corey's text tone sounded. He paused.
"Phil is on the way home. You can be here. We have to be dressed."
After, sitting on the couch, Corey told me, no one gave him the pleasure I gave him. Everyone wanted a fast one and done. Even Phil only gave head.
"How about you come to my house one day next week? No one lives with me. We can do what pleases you. I would like that."
"Me too. I'll text you."
Phil entered. He was used to people coming to look at Corey's art. I had bought two of his pieces previously. Phil and I talked. I said that I needed to go.
Corey escorted me to the porch. His eyes smiled. "Next week. I'll text you."
"Remember, I leave on the Gay cruise the following week. Next week or two weeks later."
I drove off.
This is a true story written the evening of the day Corey and I had sex. My anus craves him. One month ago, at eighty, I lost my anal virginity, Truth! I loved it. The man was fifty and a friend of a friend. His cock was about five or six inches. I enjoyed feeling it deep in me. He wore protection. He made love, not sex. I would revisit him, but he lives three hours away. Corey lives twenty minutes from my home. I want his cock in me, bare. I crave loving sex. I hope to find it on the gay cruise I am signed on for.
I answer all emails. Send to me, Art, acgib1943@protonmail.com
Of course, if you can donate to Nifty.