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I guess I should say older men, but I don’t think he’d argue with my word choice.

I hadn’t seen him in 18 years. He moved to the other side of the country and I was still in college. When I saw him again, on the fishing pier where we met, I recognized him immediately. He’d grown his hair out since he retired and he’d lost weight, but he was unmistakable.

When I was 18, I would’ve given anything to fuck him again. He ate pussy like it was his last meal, burying his head between my legs, holding onto my thighs for dear life, fucking me with his tongue. He turned me on even more when he was receiving. While I was caressing his legs and taking his perfect stout cock in my mouth, he’d stroke my hair softly like he was making love to my mouth. He’d get behind me in the back of his Ford Econoline and lay on top of me, and it was like we were melting together. When I saw him, I realized that I’d all the time want him, and I’d never forgive myself for not taking a chance now.

While I was working up the courage to talk to him and trying to discover my words, he suddenly looked over at me and smiled. “Do you remember me?” he asked, as if he was unaware of what he had meant to me. I looked for the words to tell him how well and fondly I remembered him, as I smelled that same Stetson cologne, but I could only discover heat and lust, so instead I whispered ‘of course I remember you’ as I embraced him.

We talked a while as he fished, like he all the time had, but he wasn’t paying much attention to it, and soon a pelican noticed and relieved him of his shrimp.

“I think the bird said we should stop fucking around” he laughed.

“I think he said we should start fucking around. Where are you staying?”

I went with him to his hotel room. As soon as the door shut, I felt like I had gone back in time, I was 18 again, and I kissed him with all the intensity of a teenager who was about to make love for the first time, I trembled under his fingers as he explored my body.

He laid back as I took his cock in my mouth. “Don’t worry, I can still get it up” he teased. I tried to squeeze it but it was hard as stone.

“A lot of people would jealous of a cock this solid”.

“A lot of people would be jealous that I have a woman like you to make it that way, too.”

It really was just like old times. He ran his fingers through my hair, and alternated between peering into my soul and leaning back with his eyes closed and thrusting against my mouth. He began thrusting harder, pulling me against him and fucking my throat until he exploded into it and we collapsed together.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that” he laughed.

“I know how long I’ve wanted to do that”

NSFW: yes

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