A year and a half ago, I answered an online ad for a ' lube job '. The ad said that he was black, 34, muscular and looking for a jo/lube partner.
I e-mailed him thinking I'd probably not hear back because I was older ( 44 at the time ). I am in great shape, however, being 6'3, 195 and muscular.
He replied and I sent him my pic to reciprocate. We set up a time to meet at his place that Sunday. I arrived and we sat making small talk, watching a Steelers-Cowboys game. After an hour, I stood up and said I'd be heading home. I said it didn't seem apparent that we were going to do anything. He replied, ' it won't take any time at all'.
I thought it over for a second or so and then proceeded to undress. Chills shot through me as I took off my boots, jeans , shirt and then sat down on the couch in my briefs. He let me choose a porn and I picked out an orgy tape with girls and guys.
I finally got the courage up and stood and took my briefs off. It was such a great turn on to be an exhibitionist. Because hard to believe, it was only my second bi experience. I had another 6 years earlier, but that's another story.
He went into his bathroom, emerging with a bottle of lube. I generously apllied it to my 6 1/2' cock and just stroked and grooved. ZO sat down, exposing his dark 7 1/2' and lubing it up so it glistened.
I sat across from him as we watched each other intently, stroking, gliding, and massaging outr hard cocks. I got up and brought out of my backpack my handstroker. It's rubber, with ribs on the inside for extra stimulation. Zo had never seen one so he stroked me with it, going slowly and then gradually quicker I was in such a hot erotic heat, sort of not believing this was happening. He sat back on the couch, and I did the same for him. His dick felt strange, but so right and good, strong in my fingers, expanding.
We then sat next to each other on his couch, and jacked each other. Our spare hands felt for our balls, and we spent the next 20 minutes gloriously fondling and stroking. I was the first to go, and shook like I was in an earthquake. Zo was right behind me, and we fell back, exhausted. I washed up, got dressed, and drove home, drained.
Unfortunately, I moved shortly thereafter. He lives in the City now, I hope he reads this and gets a smile.