I was 42 years old when this happened.
I was browsing the video section at an adult book store. I wasn't finding anything that interested me, at least not for the price. I decided to leave, and as I walked out the front door I noticed a diner across the street and thought I would get something to eat.
A black man about my age walked up to me and said that he had seen me leaving the store across the street and wondered if I would be interested in going to his apartment for a drink that was a couple of blocks away. There was something about this guy that I found interesting and I decided to take him up on his offer.
As we drove over to his apartment I was wondering if he had a big cock and if he shaved or didn't. I had never been with another guy before, even when I was a kid. When we got inside his apartment I did a quick scan of the place and everything seemed normal and he asked me to sit down while he got each of us a beer.
We had both been sipping on our beers when I asked him to stand up and to take off his clothes down to his underwear, which he did. He stood in front of me and was wearing red satin briefs which were snug fitting around his cock and balls. He just stood there in front of me in a very proud way, silent and smiling.
I asked him to come closer to me, and as he came near enough to me for me to touch him, I raised both of my hands to feel his manly attributes. As I touched him with both my hands over his red briefs he gasped for air and began to moan, his cock became very rigid as I massaged his cock and balls as the satin material felt very smooth to my hands.
With both hands I pulled his red briefs down to his ankles and he stepped out of them, standing directly in front of me with his cut cock gently swinging just inches from my mouth. I took both my hands and began to lightly stroke his cock with my right hand and with my left hand I was fondling his balls. His legs began to tremble slightly and he was slowly humping my hand.
I told him that I just wanted to jack him off and nothing more than that. He said he was ok with that and we moved over to the couch where I knelt in front of him and began to stroke him with the intent of getting his rocks off. He was sitting with his back to the couch with his legs spread open and me kneeling in front of him between his knees. I had this man's cock in my hands and was stroking him as he moaned, his eyes were closed and his body was reacting to what I was doing to him. I had full control of this man and he knew it, he did not want me to stop, nor did I want to stop. When he came, he didn't shoot it out in squirts, rather, it just kind a oozed out onto his belly as he bucked his hips and loudly moaned with a shuddering effect to his release.
With his orgasm complete I had lost my control over him and I left his apartment never seeing him again. I am sure that I had left him satisfied.