He Had a Kink About Dress Shoes and Socks

One of the glories of getting older is discovering that some young men do occasionally seek out and want mutual jerking off with guys considerably older than them.  I don’t think I wanted this kind of thing when I was their age but am pretty psyched to be the beneficiary of all that now. So I met this guy via an online app.  He’s 27 years old and was born in Beijing.  He has a job doing some sort of information technology.  He travels a lot.  He’s shorter than me.  He has a hard body from running and taking care of himself.  He has this kink.  He wants an older guy to wear dress socks and dress shoes and nothing else.  I’m 62.  Was happy to oblige. He came over to my place.  I could see him getting out of his ride share down in the street.  Open-faced and attractive looking.  Very friendly in person.  We shook hands and smiled at one another.  I gave him a tour of my apartment.  He was a little over-anxious about our possibly being discovered.  He wanted all the shades down and to be reassured that no one would hear us.  We sat on the sofa and had a short conversation about our lives and work.  I asked him if I could kiss him.  He agreed.  Soon that led while we were fully clothed to my lying on top of him on the sofa.  He whimpered.  I knew he liked it. I asked him to get up and strip for me while I continued sitting on the sofa.  He did this docilely.  He liked the command.  I had on the dress shoes and socks he wanted.  He had a full hard-on and dark pubic hair.  There was a big wet spot from his pre-cum as he shucked off his black undershorts.  If that wasn’t a glorious sight, I don’t know what is.  I commanded him to come and straddle my knees and thighs, facing me.  I stroked his dick while he faced toward me, watching me. We kissed occasionally.  It was fantastic. We ended up on the bed in my bedroom, him fully nude, me naked except for the dress shoes and the socks.  We jerked each other on our backs.   We tried belly to belly and rubbing our dicks together. The funny thing was that when I put a finger on top of his ass and tapped it a little, he was uncomfortable.  I knew from his earlier whimper he would probably like that.  But he had a sort of germaphobia.  He wanted me to put a condom on my finger and then insert it with some lube up his ass.  He loved that.  His voice went from a gentle tenor to a basso profundo.  He made inarticulate noises that could’ve been a nightmare if I hadn’t been so sure they were pleasure.  He spread his legs and opened wide everything he had. He ended up by coming when I put my feet in socks on his penis and rubbing him there.  He clasped my feet together with his hands so he could get friction in the right places.  He came all over my socks, which were a sticky mess.  It was a turn-on to watch him do it. I don’t come as quickly or as easily as I used to.  He lay by my side patiently and waited for me to come.  He didn’t mind my playing with his soft dick while I was doing it.  I thought he’d be totally worn out and ready to go by the time I came (really it probably only took about 20 minutes).  No, when I was done, he decided to go again himself and came a second time (in about 5 minutes). When he got dressed to go, he asked whether he’d done everything I wanted.  I said he had and thanked him.  He didn’t mind my taking one last quick feel of his hard stomach.  He didn’t mind my putting my hand in between his legs, where I felt him start to get hard all over again.  He called his ride share on his cellphone and he was off.  But I did see him one more time.