My first time with an older man - Sex Stories

My first time with an older man

This happened on a trip to my local bar one night, around ten years ago. Where I grew up is a small place where everyone knows each other, during the week there aren't that many people out drinking in the bars but as I had time off work I went for a couple. The bar is quite big with tables spread around but when its quiet most people sit up at the bar. I ordered my drink and sat and had a chat with the barman. There was only three other people in, sat at the other end of the bar, two of them were a couple of workers in the area who I recognised but there was someone with them I'd not seen before. He was an older man, tall and well built with silver hair and big beard. The three of them were obviously having a good time, laughing and joking with each other. I carried on my conversation with the barman and over the next couple of hours I found it hard to keep my eyes of this man. I'd never been with a man at that point in my life and living in a small place gay men weren't easily found. Over the last couple of years up to that point I'd have spent a lot of time looking at porn, mostly straight but I was enjoying watching older men in action and being in the same room as this sexy old man was a bit of a turn on. It wasn't obvious at first that he was gay but a couple of things gave me a feeling he was. As I couldn't help looking at him it was only a matter of time before he noticed and when he did, he didn't look away and we kept eye contact for several seconds. It made me ...

... excited and nervous too. As their night continued he was telling them some story when he readed over and touched one of their faces and made a joke, they were all laughing, but his eyes were on me and I'm sure it was deliberate and he wanted to see my reaction to him touching someone else. If it was, it worked. I wanted him to be touching my face. And anywhere else he wished. After a few hours drinking the trips to the toilet were regular. I was having a piss when he came in and as there are only two urinals he stood right next to me. We made some small talk as he unzipped and took out his dick. I was done pissing but as I turned I got a quick view of him, it was an impressive sight. I couldn't guess the length as some of it was hidden by his trousers, but he was far bigger than me and thick too. If I was less nervous and nobody else was about I would have been on my knees right there. Back at the bar (trying to hide a boner) it was close to closing time and a taxi had come to collect the two workers, I could hear them trying to persuade this old man to come to theirs for a few more drinks, he declined and said he was staying upstairs above the bar. I said my goodbyes to the staff and left the bar, it was dark, cold and windy outside. I walked a few metres along the road in the direction of my parents house but stopped and waited. I had no idea what would happen next, I hoped he was interested but I still didn't know for sure that he was. I heard the door of the bar close and ...