I met a man on an airplane, a ship’s captain returning to Rotterdam. Big man, heavy set, white hair, hair on his arms and chest, a man with a bulge who didn’t stop touching me.
I gave in almost immediately, let him touch me all he wanted to. In the dark of the airplane, he leaned over to kiss me. Put my hand on his bulge and put his hand on mine. He was unapologetically a gay man and wanted something new in his stable.
When we landed in Amsterdam, we took a hotel room in the airport. When he finished with me I walked a little funny and amazed at how delicious he looked all naked. I’m not a young man, far from it, I’m a man that appreciated experience. A ship captain traveling the world, he knew what to do with me.
I’m writing this because if you ever have a chance of meeting this man, suck him hard, bend over and let him have his way with you.
