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Joel was skeptical at first, he was 51 when he decided to join Grindr, and it's usually a gay man's end when they reach a certain number (30).The thought of no men would want him haunted him for days on end, making the whole idea seem pointless especially with how he acts around other people.
His bio would say "Looking for fun and friends. If you're older than me, it won't work out. Not generous, not 4-2-0 friendly. Be normal please. Pics once we chat a bit. Have manners please!"
That was Tommy's idea.
Including Joel's size. "Why in the hell would i need that?" His brother's not wrong, Joel really do packing stuff down there, he's just shy about it.
"Trust me, you'll thank me later."
"You dont even know my fuckin' size /Tommy!"
●April 15, 2032●
A year later, Joel looked better as he grew more confident with his body.
Usually, Joel would just send pictures of himself, either half naked or fully nude until he caught some twink that had daddy issues. He wasn't the greatest at talking with people, especially the young gays, but the funny thing is, he was able to get anyone, even when using his catch phrases. "Lonely dad here." Or "Looking for fun, kid?"
Just a year ago, Tommy would sit next to him, guiding and teaching him how to use the app. And now, Joel was able to do everything on his own, communicating with new people.
Currently, Joel is in a gay bar, drinking on his own with no one to talk to. His face has this annoying look on it as he tries to enjoy his night alone. His eyes scan the crowd again until his phone buzzes, catching his attention.
It was one his regulars from Grindr.
He was a younger guy, probably in his 20's with a fake name, someone who always comes to Joel when he's bored and horny. Joel quickly stood up from his seat with a smile on his face.
He made his way towards the bathroom as he chatted with the guy. He needed a quick break from the crowd anyway, even if it was for a minute. Once he was inside, he locked the door, and leaned against it, taking a sigh of relief before continuing talking to with guy.
"You okay kid?" He typed.
And not too long after that, the so called "James" answered.
"Yeah, you up for a fuck?"
"Of course I do." Joel scoffed at the question, sending his message immediately.
Before he was about to take a piss, something in the corner of his eyes caught his attention. He looked down and there was someone's cock coming through a gloryhole. He forgot that the stall at the very end had a gloryhole. He quickly pushed his phone down to his pocket, cleared his throat and spoke, "'M not interested," as he pulled down his zipper and grabbed his cock.
"Want me to suck you off then?"
Joel sighed, clearly not in the mood at the moment, especially before James, one of his regulars. "Said I'm not interested."
"Fifty bucks how's that sound."
Joel's eyes went wide. He just blinked for a moment before replying. "You serious?"
"Uh... yeah? Just suck me through the hole, dude, you can't even see me."
He thought about it at first, but fifty dollars? That's alot. "You clean?"
"Yessir i am."
Before he knew it, the other guy's hand reached up between the stalls with fifty bucks on his hand, waving it around. Joel wasted no time taking the money, grabbing the rando's cock with his other hand, rubbing it gently with his calloused hand.
Joel quickly maneuvered himself in the cramped stall and sat down on the toilet. God knows what happened to it before he sat on it, but the only thing that mattered is that he needs to finish the job. Slowly, he leaned in, mouth open to welcome the random guy's cock, and started suckling the head. It wasn't the best, he wasn't the best at sucking, but he needed to work it out after getting paid, and from the looks of it, the guy seemed to enjoy it nonetheless, judging by how fast he was getting hard.
The guy was huge to say the least, really thick, bigger than any size Joel had ever seen. Joel rarely gave head but when he does, it was never bigger than his own, and this rando might just have a little bit more length to it.
He takes it in as deep as he can, his eyes tearing up as he almost choked up from going all in. He didn't want to be there, he wanted to move on already and be with his regular.
Soon, Joel was starting to get impatient with how the guy wasn't even close to an orgasm after bobbing his head on that dick. With one hand, he took out his phone to take a peek at Grindr.
He pulled out from the random guy's dick, taking a much needed breather to recover and checked his private messages.
The rando whined. "Why'd you stop, dude-"
Joel ignored the guy and started giving him a handjob instead, while typing a reply to James with his other hand after James asked Joel's whereabouts. The guy moaned and grunted as Joel moved his calloused hand, with just saliva as slick.
He managed to reply with a vague message, "Bathroom" before continuing to pump the other guy off, thinking about how it had only been two years since he started using Grindr and this is what he's doing now?
He continued jerking the guy off. With one hand, he checked through his Grindr before he got a notification. "Been waiting old man, hurry up."
Joel rolled his eyes, a smirk on his face as he leaned closer to the rando's cock. He wanted to get this guy done so he could meet up with his regular, and he didn't have a lot of time left. So he went in deep, as deep as he could with his mouth, trying to make the guy finish with bobbing his head up and down the length.
"Shit- I'm close dude," the guy panted. "Can I finish in your mouth?"
"Go on." Joel managed to say before going back to sucking the guy's dick. He usually didn't like the taste of sperm, but with the money in his pocket, it is what it is.
"Fuck-" before the guy could warn him, he came inside as Joel pushed himself deeper, spurting warm white liquid that made Joel gag as he tried to swallow around the dick.
Joel did his best to keep the liquid in his mouth before he pulled out. He could feel some of it dripping down his chin as he stood up, quickly wiping his lips before leaving stall. He washed his hands, then grabbed a tissue to wipe any remaining cum on his chin. He looked at himself in the mirror for a moment, reflecting on how he had just sucked some random dick at a local bar.
He wasn't ashamed of being a "hoe" at the age of fifty two, but it was tiring to see himself wasting his time like this...
And that's when the dude came out of the stall.
"Oh great" he thought as he watched the guy walk up to the sink. Joel tried to act nonchalantly as he tries to fix his hair.
The guy was much younger than him. "God, what am I doing.." he muttered to himself as he a looked at the guy's face.
Both men held eye contact for a moment until the guy spoke up. "You... do this often?"
"I'm not a fuckin' prostitute, kid."
The dude shrugged and walked towards the door. "Nice cock by the way," he pointed, before he left the bathroom, leaving Joel all by himself.
"Great... just great," he sighed, looking down at his leaking cock before fixing himself up.
Joel took out his phone and opened Grindr. Before he could start typing, he got a message. "You coming? The door is unlocked, so just come in."
He groaned, quickly replying. "In 10."
As he got up to James' floor, some of the lights were off. The hallway to his room feels eerely quiet at times like this, and for a hookup, Joel knows not to make too much noise.
He walked down the hall until he found the door that was supposedly unlocked, and sure enough, it was. As he walked in and closing the door behind him, he could hear someone's snoring. Joel made his way to the bedroom, and in the faint lighting of the room, he can tell the young man was sleeping in the nude with bed covers barely covering his parts.
He gently sat at the edge of the bed, reached out and ran one of his hands through James' messy hair.
The man moved as he felt the sensation of a hand in his hair. He mumbled a bit before he started waking up. Joel leaned in, his hand still moving through James' hair as he whisperered, "Still up for the dick you askin' for?"
"Mmm what took you so long?" He groaned.
"Had to deal with something first."
The other man yawned, pushing away Joel's hand. "Just... get into the bed, I'm so tired."
Joel chuckled. "Brat."
He stood up from the bed and started stripping down as he continued talking. "Sure you're not gonna fall asleep on me?" He moved to the other side of the bed, sat down, and then got in under the covers.
"I'll try my best..." He mumbled, eyes barely open, still sleepy.
Joel shifted on the bed, moving closer to James until he was right behind him, spooning the younger man. He wrapped his arm around the torso and pulled him in closely to his chest. Once settled, Joel reached over and placed his hand on James' stomach, slowly caressing.
He sighed. "You want cuddles instead, kid?"
"Yeah..."
"A sleep over then..." he spoke softly, kissing the back of James' neck. Joel continued caressing his belly, his hand slowly creeping and wandering down, fingers gently tracing the young man's happy trail. He could feel how soft his skin was, how young it felt.
"Rough day at work?" Joel asked with a teasing tone.
But there was no answer other than a faint snoring coming out of James' mouth.
"Kid?"
He tried one more time, tapping on James' hip, but there was still no response, only a soft snore in reply.
Joel sighed and moved his hand away from James' hip, "G'night..." he muttered before he closed his own eyes and tried to sleep.
"Joel?"
He slowly stirred as James gently shook his shoulder. Joel groaned and grunted, shifting around the bed, his face scrunching as the sun hit it. He rubbed his eyes as he slowly sat up.
"I made breakfast."
Joel rubbed his eyes again until he could see clearly, he looked at James who was already dressed, with a plate of eggs, bacon and a muffin in his hand. "You made this?"
"I can cook y’know... I'm not incompetent just because I'm young."
"Sure you are, got any water?" he took the plate from the younger man. "You goin' for work already?"
James scoffed at the question, handing Joel a glass of water. "Obviously."
He slowly took a spoonful of food to his mouth, chewing as he speaks. "No quickies? I mean... we didn’t do it last night." He cleared his throat afterwards.
"Nope, I'll be late if we fuck right now."
"Alright." He smiled.
Joel quietly ate the food that was given to him, with little conversation going on between them. It was just the sound of cutlery clinking, the hums of the AC, and the occasional car driving by the apartment. "What time you gotta go?" he asked out of nowhere.
"About 10 minutes." James said. He moved from the corner of the bed and sat down next to Joel, watching him eat his breakfast.
"You sure you don't want a quickie?" Joel teased.
"Joel..." he watched as Joel chuckled, his plate was almost empty now. He really liked it when Joel's around.
"I'm just messin' around, kid." He finished the rest of his food and placed the now empty plate to his side. He stretched his body a bit before his hand went to James' thighs, squeezing them playfully.
"Joel, I need to get ready for work." James protested, but made no effort to move away from Joel.
"Sure 'bout that?" His hand moved to James' crotch, cupping it. Joel moved closer, his lips almost touching James' ear, his hand still on his crotch as he whispers. "I just need ten minutes, kid."
The young man sighed, feeling defeated. "Fuck... make it quick."
"That's my good boy." he praised.
Joel quickly pushed James down on the bed, pinning him under his much bigger body. Seeing how flustered James was, he wasted no time and quickly unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing.
●April 22, 2032●
A week passed after another hookup, Joel found himself trying to unlock his door with Derek kissing him from behind, hands groping down to his ass. Derek was one of his regulars too, a guy Joel had met at the bar a couple months ago. Funnily enough, he was also a single dad, in his 40s. They managed to get acquainted after Joel mentioned his daughter was going to college.
"Jesus," he chuckled, finally unlocking the door. Joel quickly turned around, his mouth immediately crashing down to the other guy's. Neither men wanted to waste time and began pushing one another to whatever surface they can lay their body on.
Derek's hands tightened on Joel's waist as they stumbled into the dim hallway. Shoes were kicked off, shirts began to ride up, revealing glimpses of skin. Joel's laugh intertwined with Derek's deeper chuckle as they navigated the house, bumping into everything on their way. The kitchen counter, usually cluttered with takeout containers and dirty mugs was quickly becoming their fucking spot for the night.
Joel leaned back against the cool granite as Derek's body pressed up against his, their mouths locked in a hungry kiss.
As Derek's hips started to grind, he pulled back just enough to break the kiss, chuckling by the younger man's audacity. "Slowdown there, cowboy," Joel said, his hand pushing on Derek's chest to keep him at bay. "Someone's getting a little ahead of themselves... Just because we're in my kitchen doesn't mean I'm the one that's servin' ya." He chuckled.
"C'mon, you never bottom for me," Derek said, leaning closer to Joel's ear, almost whispering. "Bet all your other boy toys have fucked you before."
Joel scoffed. "Yeah, and?"
Derek let out a soft chuckle, his finger slowly trailing down to the older man's belt, tugging on it. "Nothing... just thought i get to have a taste too."
Joel looked down, clearly excited. "Sure you can handle me, pal?"
"Hmm... ya got any tips for me, old man?"
He huffs, Derek's hands start to unbuckling his belt. "From a dad to another dad... I'd say go hard on me."
The younger man chuckled, his hands sliding down Joel's thighs as his jeans and underwear were tugged down to his knees. He spun him around, Joel's ass was fully presented to him. "I think i can manage."
Joel couldn't help but let out a low moan in excitement, his dick nudging against the cold counter. "Gonna eat me out first?"
"I am," he released Joel's thighs and knelt down, spreading his cheeks apart, revealing a puckered hole that hadn't been plower in a while.
Joel braced himself on the counter, spreading his ass a bit as he leaned his upper body down on the counter. "Just get it over with..."
"You don't have to tell me twice." He barks back.
Derek gave his hole a quick lick before diving in with enthusiasm that made the older man weak.
Joel let out a guttural moan. "Fuuuck..."
He couldn’t remember the last time someone's had tongued his hole like this without warming up. Usually with fingers. He's wasn't really a fan of getting fingered, but he would do it once in a while when he felt the need to get rid of the itch. "That's it, fuckin' eat me-"
Derek's tongue was relentless on him, pushing in as far as it could reach, in and out. He held Joel's ass in place, not letting the man squirm away as he ate his desert. "Mmm..."
It was clear that it had been a while for Joel. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he let out moans and curses as his hole was being eaten. "Jesus- fuck!"
Joel was already a mess even when they just getting started. His legs felt weak, shaking as his cock leaked on the counter. That's what he got for not using his old ass for so long, he'd be lucky if he could walk later on. "Derek-"
No response, only more tongue.
"I'm ready..." he panted, "Just get it in me."
Derek pulled his tongue out and looked at the older man's red puffy hole. "You sure?" He licked his lips before shoving his middle finger in.
"Goddammit-" Joel groaned as the finger slid in him until it stops at the knuckle. He really had been left alone for quite sometime. "Just fuckin' get it in me..."
Derek chuckled, teasing the older man, "Aren't you too old to go raw like that, Joel?"
"It'll fit... i want to feel it." He groaned, dropping his head down on the counter, humping his cock subtly on the cool surface. Derek knew Joel wouldn't dare to look back now, he was too shy, acting all tough before getting his back blown.
Without any warning, Derek pulled his finger out, making Joel winced in pain. "Fucker-" Joel let out a sharp gasp, a jolt of pain shot through his body. His grip on the counter tightened, knuckles turning white.
Joel couldn't see and wouldn't want to as he was still bent over the counter. He only heard the other man spitting, followed by the squelching sound. Derek gave it a few quick, hard pumps to spread the slick all over.
Joel didn't even realize when Derek pulled his pants down.
He then felt the tip of Derek's cock against his hole. It was too late for him to back out now, since he had said to just do it raw and go hard on him. He took a deep breath and prepared himself for the upcoming pain.
As the tip slowly sank into him, Joel groaned and moaned, his legs shaking as it pushed in. The stretch was uncomfortable, months since he had taken anything up his ass. It was painful, yet pleasant to feel it rub against his insides.
Before Joel could even process the pain of his ass getting stretched, Derek gave him a little thrust. "God!" Joel exclaimed, his eyes widened and his hand shot down to his cock, squeezing it.
Derek let out a low moan, "Jesus, you're so damn tight..."
He pushed all the way in until Joel bottomed out. He placed one hand on the back of Joel's head, tugging his hair as he went in and out. "That feel good, Joel?"
Joel was shaking, his hand gripping his cock as if he was about to squirt at any second now. "Don't start-" He managed to say before getting interrupted by the hard thrusting. The pain slowly faded away, replaced by the feeling of pleasure that radiating through his hole.
All Joel could do is whimper and grunt as the other man started pounding him harder than he expected. Whimpering like a damn virgin instead of the experienced vers he usually was. He knew from the start he wasn't going to walk for a while.
"Shit, I'm close..."
Derek was grunting as he slams into Joel with hard thrusts. He felt himself nearing to the edge, but he wanted to see Joel completely lose control too. He moved his hand down to Joel's back, pushing him to arch even more.
"C'mon, arch that back for me." Derek said, his voice low and rough. He was getting off on the fact that he was making Joel feel good, and it was driving him crazy.
"Fuck off-" everytime it dragged again his prostate, Joel let out another loud moan that echoed through the house.
Derek laughed at Joel's half-hearted attempt at being a brat, and he wasn't going to letting it up. He was almost there, and he wanted to make sure that he'd drag Joel with him. He grabbed a handful of Joel's hair, pulling it roughly.
"'M gonna fill you up, Joel..."
"Fuck..." he groaned, still not wanting to look back, head down on the counter.
"You gonna cum on this counter for me," he said, his voice rough and strained.
And that was it for Joel, he was about to lose his mind over this cocky bastard. He pulled his own head up, forcing himself to act tough as he took a cock up his ass. His face was flushed, his mouth open in a silent moan, and his eyes half-lidded.
He's lucky Tommy's wasn't staying here anymore.
"Is that you?" He asked, pointing at someone on the picture.
"Nah, that's my brother Tommy." Joel chuckled, flipping the old photobook. "That's me."
Derek smiled as he saw younger Joel in his 20s, "You were cute... we would've been friends for sure though."
Derek pointed at someone again, "This your dad?" It was a man with a mustache, wearing flannel that resembled Joel's.
"Yeah."
"He's handsome."
Joel snorted, flipping the old photobook to another page, until they stopped at Joel's wedding photos. He sighed, looking at her, thinking about what could've been.
"That your wife?"
He nodded, "She uh... left after Sarah was born," he said sadly, flipping to another page with picture of a girl playing with Joel's hair, smiling happily. "That's my daughter."
"... I'm sorry."
Joel looked up from the book. "No it's alright, it was a long time ago." He said softly.
"Yeah I don't think that matters."
Joel looked down at the pictures again, and seeing his daughter helped to ease the little pain he had left before he closed the photobook.
The two men sat quietly in the living room as silence filled the room. Derek, looking at Joel wanted to change the topic. "... You ever feel like wanna go back to the dating scene?"
Joel let out a dry laugh. "Not always."
"Really?"
"I'm old, it's not gonna be all sunshine and rainbow forever." He sighed.
Derek shrugged. "Doesn't mean you can't try?"
"I'm in my 50s..."
"There's plenty of guys out there that would dig an older guy like you." Derek protested.
Joel just scoffed. In his mind, no man would want him for anything other than sex. "Doubt that." He chuckled.
"Y'know... you're still good looking, Joel." He paused, before continuing. "Don't you feel lonely?"
Then it hit him.
●May 11, 2032●
The following month was a blur of faces and bodies recollected from his memory, a couple of casual meetups from Grindr. There was a guy who was really into armpits, a bear who would sniff Joel for hours, worshipping him, and then an office cutie that was right up Joel's alley. Each encounter was a brief distraction for him, a way to fill the void he didn't quite understand.
That office cutie whose name Joel couldn't remember and didn't care to, had been bouncing on top of him for the past hour. He was a young man in his 20s, with sharp features, dark hair, and a slender built. A big dick too for a bottom.
His pace was fast, almost desperate as he rode Joel's old cock like his life depended on it. He was still wearing his work shirt, just unbuttoned, while his tie still loosely tied around his neck.
"D-daddy..." not to mention he loved to call Joel a 'daddy'. Just another tuesday for him.
Joel groaned, letting the boy do whatever he wanted. He's wasn't in the mood to take control at the moment, he just wanted a good riding after a hard day at work. "God, you're so damn good..."
"You like my ass, daddy?" the boy asked, lifting himself up before slamming back down onto Joel's old cock.
He rolled his eyes, grunting as he tried to come up with an answer. "Jesus... what's your name again, sweetheart?"
"A-anthony." He moaned, still riding Joel
Joel then pulled at his tie. "C'mere..."
Anthony let out a strangled moan as his tie was tightly being held by Joel, pulling the boy down until their face were inches apart. His eyes went wide at the sudden roughness, clearly not used to the manhandling. "I like your ass... so fuckin' tight for me." Joel said gruffly, maintaining eye contact with him.
"I-I..." His voice came out in a soft, shaky whimper.
Joel couldn't help but smirk, he knew the boy was close. "You wanna cum?"
Anthony nodded desperately, his breath ragged as Joel tightened his grip on the tie again. "Use your words."
"Please let me cum, daddy."
Joel watched his face, enjoying the boy's complete submissions to him. He smirked, letting out a soft chuckle before he letting go of his tie. "Go on then."
The moment his tie was freed, Anthony sat up straight and grabbed his cock, jerking it hard and fast ontop of Joel.
Joel didn't say anything, he just watched the boy bounce ontop of his dick while stroking himself. Poor thing, he thought... so desperate for an orgasm.
Anthony's moans grew louder as he rode off the edge, his other hand resting on Joel's chest. He wasn't going to last much longer, "Go on baby..." he paused, before speaking again. "Make a mess all over daddy's chest."
And that was all it took.
The younger man came in an instant, shooting cum all over Joel's chest, ropes of sperm spewing out of his cock. It was intense watching the boy, finally having an orgasm after an hour of not touching himself.
"You didn't... Joel..." He panted, shaking as he rode the waves of orgasm.
"C'mere," Joel whispered, reaching out a hand out and allowing Anthony to lay down on his chest. "It's fine... don't think about it."
As the other man pulled himself out, they both just lay there on top of each other, catching their breaths. There was a familiar feeling in Joel's chest, that contentment after a fuck sesh, a kind of satisfaction he always craved, even if only for a brief moment. He almost felt whole.
"This is disgusting..."
Joel let out a dry laugh. "Yeah, very sticky," he then reached out and grabbed his boxers that was discarded on the bed earlier. "Lift your head up,"
Anthony complied, moving just a bit upward to let Joel wipe him down before cleaning himself. They were both silent for a moment before the younger man plopped himself onto Joel's chest again.
This feels comfortable.
"Can i ask you something?" Anthony asked out of nowhere, looking up at Joel.
Joel threw the boxers away. "Sure."
"But don't be mad at me,"
"I won't."
"Could... my boyfriend join us?"
There was a moment when Joel just stared at him, shocked to hear those words. "You have a boyfriend?"
Anthony snorted. "Yeah?"
He looked confused now. "Why are you here with me then?"
Anthony shrugged before tracing his finger along Joel's hairy chest. "We're open, so..."
Joel sighed, clearly unsure of what to say. He just looked at the younger man who was lying on his chest, tracing little circles with his finger. He looked comfortable, almost like he belonged there.
Soon he realized no matter how many bodies he fucked or how many time he chased that feeling of contentment, the loneliness inside him remained untouched. These hookups were just temporary, isolating him even more.
"Sure, why not."
●August 3, 2032●
It was late at night when Joel came home. He kicked off his boots, walked past the fridge to get a bottle of beer, then rested his ass on the couch. Without even bothering to shower, he pulled out his phone with one hand, and opened Grindr. It had become a reflex for him to open the app, searching for prey to pounce on before could rest. As he scrolled down, passing the blank pages, hotties, dicks and whatnot, a notification popped up. "Gobbler69 just tapped you!"
Joel snorted at the username, quickly tapping the notification before chugging the whole bottle.
"Looking? dad here." he sent the first message.
"Yeah, u host?"
He smirked. "Always."
"Address?"
Joel sighed before putting the empty bottle down. His feet ached after hours of working and so did his body. But the prospect of a quick fuck was exactly what he needed right now to ease his tired mind.
So the cycle repeats again.
●August 29, 2032●
"Single dad here, up for fun?" He typed in, attaching a picture of himself that he had taken earlier that day at work.
"You're hot. Host?"
Joel quickly sent his address. "You're pretty."
He stared at his phone, waiting for a reply. The words "you're hot" repeated in his mind, never quite landing, never filling the void he was trying to ignore. Still, the anticipation excites him.
"Omw." The anon sent.
Again.
●September 12, 2032●
The guy didn't even bother staying after they had sex like most do. But Joel couldn't care less as he lay down on his messy bed. His body was exhausted, sticky, and smelly. It was 1 in the morning and he had work tomorrow, yet he had just fucked a random guy who was there for a quickie.
Joel rubbed his face, sighing, still feeling the hunger of his own needs. He looked up at the ceiling of his room, contemplating his actions, before hearing another notification from Grindr.
"Top looking for dad type." The blank profile sent.
Joel looked at the message with tired eyes, yet he's was too tired to say no.
He typed back. "I'm free now."
Again and again.
●November 19, 2032●
It was like a routine by now. Chat, meetup, fuck and repeat. Joel tried to push down the guilt that he always felt after a hookup, telling himself it was only for fun, still ignoring his own loneliness.
Joel would sit on his couch, beer in hand, scrolling through Grindr again. There was something about his routine that made him feel empty, yet it gave him a feeling of contentment. He knew it's destroying him, all the meaningless sex only amplified his loneliness more and more. But he'd do it again, and again, just to feel something.
Then, a new notification popped up. "Hey daddy, wanna fuck?"
●December 31, 2032●
Tonight, Joel was sitting at the bar, having been drinking for about an hour, his mind in a constant fog. People were busy talking, laughing and having fun around him. He was all alone, looking down at his phone, checking Grindr, waiting for a response from someone. He was in his own world now, ignoring everything that's happening around him.
It was one of those days when he desperately needed a release. He was tired both physically and spiritually, and having to wait for someone to tap him was taking a toll, digging him deeper into this void inside. He felt lonely, he needed someone to lessen the hurt, even if only for a brief moment.
That was until you walked up to him.
Joel was so lost in his own world that he didn't even notice you standing next to him. He looked up, and watched you sit next to him.
"Hey." You said.
He couldn't help but notice how handsome you looked.
"Hi." He replied, taking a sip from his beer.
"Waiting for someone?" You asked, looking for a pick up.
Joel quickly noticed that.
"Yeah..." he answered, looking at the beer bottle, "You?"
You smiled. "We're on the same boat."
"Guess so... you looking for uh..."
There was a moment of silence between the two of you. It wasn't awkward, oddly enough.
"... Hookup?" You finally asked.
He nodded after a moment before placing the beer bottle down. For some reason, he was attracted to you, more than he should be right now in his almost drunken state.
You looked at him for while, noticing that the older man was attractive in a way that you couldn't quite explain. You could see how solid he looked under the flannel he wore, and you could sense the musk, mixed with a faint smell of booze. He was hot, with greying hair, wrinkles on his face, a patchy beard... everything you had fantasized before.
"I don't know... maybe?"
He chuckled, amused by your reply. "Why're you here, then?"
"Just needed to not be alone, I guess."
Joel hummed in response, a bit too familiar with that answer for his own liking. "I get that... you got a name?"
For now, he decided to forget about Grindr, turning his phone off before placing it on the counter. His attention was now solely on you, which seemed a lot better than waiting someone to tap his profile.
"I uh..."
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." He said, taking another sip from his drink.
"Just for tonight."
Sometimes, you just need a companion.
He nodded. "Wanna hang out?"
"At your place?"
He chuckled. "Yeah... my car's outside."
The car ride to Joel's place was comfortably silent, but there was definitely a sense of anticipation brewing between the two of you. It had been a good while since he had company that he could actually talk to, even with the sexual tensions that he decided not to act on yet.
"This is my home," Joel said as he pulled his car into the driveway, killing the engine.
His house was relatively neat and tidy, with only a few picture frames hanging on the wall and trinkets scattered around the living room. "It's not much... but it's home." Joel mumbled, closing the door behind him.
He then gestured to the couch in the living room. "Make yourself comfortable... you want something to drink?" he asked before heading toward the kitchen.
"Beer's fine," you said, making yourself comfortable on the couch.
Joel tossed you the bottle as he walked around the couch, taking a seat next to you and cracking open his own bottle. He was manspreading, chugging the beer before looking at you.
He was eyeing you up, taking a swig of his beer before speaking. "I'm Joel by the way."
"Joel," you repeat, putting the bottle down on the coffee table. "Nice to meet you."
"You uh... queer right?"
"I wouldn’t be here, y’know... but yeah." You smiled.
Joel chuckled, leaning back against the couch, eyeing you again before taking another swig. "Me too." He was definitely sizing you up, wondering what he could do to you.
"You live here alone?"
He took a deep breath, rubbing his hand on his thigh before he responding. "Yeah, yeah... my daughter's in college."
"You're married?"
"I was." He smiled.
After that, they sat quietly for a while, waiting for someone to make the move. He was getting impatient, and he could tell that you were trying to figure out what to do with him, but before you could say anything, Joel spoke up. "You into older guys?"
You chuckled, a faint blush creeping to your face. "Yeah..."
He noticed that you're nervous to make a move, or maybe you weren't sure exactly what to do, and he wanted to help you out. "Y'know... you don't have to be shy around me, kid." He started, scooting closer to you and putting down his beer.
Joel reached his hand out gently to touch your knee, his thumb tracing circles on it. He watched you, noticing every little details on your face that he hadn't seen before, and he smirked. "Are you into daddies?"
You looked away, blushing as the thought of doing it with an older man like Joel would fix every problem you had in the world. It was just a fantasy your mind kept thinking about, but you nodded anyway.
He chuckled, his hand moving to you upper thigh, testing how much you were going to let him go. "Use your words," he said, his voice was low, his eyes never leaving your face.
"Y-yeah... I am."
It seemed that he had found a jackpot.
Joel hummed, satisfied with the answer. His hand traveled higher and higher, almost reaching your crotch before he stopped. "Have you done anything with someone my age?"
"N-no..." you said softly, looking up at Joel.
"Poor boy..." he whispered, cupping your crotch. "Would you like me to change that?"
Something in you got turned on when you hear those words coming from Joel. You couldn't stop thinking about being manhandled by the older man, wanting to be taken care of by him. It was driving you crazy.
Then without hesitation, you nodded, unconsciously spreading your legs wider for Joel. He could tell that it had been too long since someone has taken good care of you. "Want me to take care of ya?"
"Y-yes please..." you moaned, your hand finding it's way to Joel's shoulder.
You watched him lean closer, his eyes locked with yours as he continued to rub. You could feel his warmth, his breath grazing your skin as the thought of him kissing you played over and over again.
All of a sudden, he stood up, lending you a hand. "Come on."
You looked up at him, unsure of what's going to happen next, before you took his hand.
Joel quickly led you to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him when the two of you got in. His room was simple, just as you had expected from an older man, dimly lit by the lamp on the nightstand, with furnitures that looked outdated. You could sense the coziness inside, it showed that Joel took care of every little trinkets in the house.
He then stopped right in front of you, his eyes roaming over your body, admiring you.
"C'mere." He said, grabbing your hand.
You quickly followed without hesitation, probably be willing to do anything Joel asked at this point, wanting to be on his good sides.
Then, Joel sat on the edge of the bed, and pointed at the floor, telling you to stand between his legs. "Strip," he said, just as stepped your feet between his legs. "Go on," he commanded, bringing both hands to your thighs, rubbing them softly to encourage you.
You looked down at your clothes, hands trembling as you start taking them off while he stared at you, watching your every move like you were some prey. It made you feel somewhat special. He didn't say anything as he watched you undress, instead he smiled at you, appreciating every inch of you as the pieces of clothing were removed.
Once you're fully naked, Joel looked at you, examining you inch by inch. His eyes went down from your chest to your stomach and then to your hard cock, he noticed the tip already leaking.
He chuckled before looking up at you, his hand reaching up to your hips, pulling you in gently until he could kiss the skin below
your sternum. "Pretty..."
You held onto Joel's shoulders as his kisses trailed across your skin. "Joel..." One of your hand move unconsciously to the back of his head, fingers tangling in the soft hair, tugging it very lightly.
He responded with a low groan, looking up as he left open mouthed kisses to your chest.
The world around Joel seemed to fade away as he kissed your body, only the sensation of your skin that mattered, along with your scent and touch. For the first time in a while, he felt something new brewing inside him, something that didn't made him feel empty. For about 2 years now, Joel's dating life has been nonexistent. He'd meet all these new people with different shapes and sizes, and nobody could fully catch his attention, but you... This might be another hookup but god he likedyou very much already.
Joel pulled back, looking up at you with a smile. "Want me to dick you down, sweetheart?" he said, his hand went to caress your hip, eyes locked with yours.
You nodded as you inhaled, looking down at joel. "Y-yeah..."
"Yeah?" He responded as he stood up, towering you.
You nodded before reaching out to Joel's flannel shirt, shakily trying to unbutton it, and surprisingly he allowed you to do so. You pushed the shirt off his shoulders, revealing a sturdy frame and a muffin top that you really like. Joel was built bulky. His arms were thick and strong, the kind that came from years of hard labor, and they looked like they could handle anything. Beneath all of that, a noticeable gut softened his silhouette, with a happy trail that definitely goes to his crotch.
Your hand slowly went up to his chest, feeling the solid muscle under the skin, and then slowly moved it down to his soft belly. It feels soft and warm.
Joel was all quiet as he watched you exploring, noticing the way you were fascinated by his body. "You like that?"
You nodded, feeling his happy trail with your palm, going up and down across his tummy. "God..."
He huffed. "Get on the bed."
Your breath hitched, and quickly you did what you were told, crawling onto the bed and sitting down in the middle, watching as Joel removed all the remaining of his clothes. His upper body was already impressive, but when you saw him standing there in his boxers, you got even more turned on. His leg muscle was just as thick as his arm, hairy too.
Then, he pulled his boxer down, taking his time as he looked at you. "Like what you see, kiddo?" There was a big dumb smile on his face, cockiness in it.
You nodded, eyes locked on his crotch. His cock stood up proudly, very thick with veins running around it. Joel wasn't exactly enormous, but it's definitely a good size, and cut too with a good curve on the tip.
And his balls...
Joel chuckled, stepping one leg out of his boxers, and stood at the edge of bed, watching you. "Pretty, isn't it?" he said, cupping his balls as he fondled them. You could tell how aged he was by the looks of his balls, how saggy they were like he had used ball stretchers for years. It was fucking hot. Your brain was already a mush, and joel worsened it by playing with his balls.
You unconsciously nodded again, clearly "dicknotized" by his beer can thick cock.
Joel then slowly climbed onto the bed with his dick dangling as he move, crawling over to your body and making the mattress dip under his weight. He was smiling, looking at you mere inches away. "Nervous?"
"A little..." you said, almost whispering.
Joel just chuckled before leaning down and giving a kiss on your forehead. "Don't worry... I'll fuck it out of you."
Then, he moved lower. Joel started kissing his way down from your nose to your chest, then your stomach. His kisses were feather light, his beard gently scraping against your skin, tingling you in it's track. He stopped at you crotch, putting his hand under your hard cock, kissing the frenulum before continuing.
Your body shivered as you watched Joel sit up straight, anticipating on what's going to happen next. You can feel his calloused hands on your thighs, lifting them up for him to get a better position. "Relax, buddy, I know what I'm doing," he said, his hand still rubbing your thigh, trying to soothe you.
His hand moved to your knees, spreading you wide. "Look at that..." Joel looked down at the sight of your hole, shifting one of his hands before his finger started massaging around the taut muscle.
He chuckles, then looked back at you. "Hold your legs, sweetheart."
Your quickly obeyed his command, lifting your legs up and placing your hands on the back of your knees.
Joel slowly scoot back, leaning down to your hole, and pulling your ass cheeks apart. "Good boy..." he said, before licking your hole.
You can tell Joel was not playing around, definitely experienced by how his tongue lapped up and down your hole, making you mewl like a virgin would. So he went to town, licking and sucking your puckered hole, all while his patchy beard brushing against the sensitive skin.
"Joel..."
No response, you could only watch the top of his head.
He pulled back after a while, a smirk on his face with his chin glistening with spit. "Can you hold it apart for me?" He said, before spitting at your hole.
You quickly do what you were told, replacing his hands with yours, holding it apart while still holding your legs up.
Joel wasted no time and dived in. At first, he gave your hole a lap of his tongue, spat on it to make it sloppily wet, and it got you going. Soon, he started to actually trying to push his tongue inside, gently barging in through the ring muscle.
"Jesus- Joel..."
Joel was doing miracles with his tongue, eating you out like a pro, making you tighten your grip.
He was enjoying every second of it, loving how good you tasted. "You're doing great, bud-" he panted before going back, working his way in to loosen you up.
He was making noises that sounded like a mix of moans and grunts, primal and animalistic, as if he were eating the best meal he'd ever had. He knew exactly what he was doing, moving in and out, rimming the taut muscle until you were wrecked. It felt amazing.
"Joel, please-" You looked down to try and see him, his nose was nestled against your taint, his eyes looking up at you. "Please... I need your... I need you inside me-" You let go one of your cheeks, tugging his hair to get his attention, but Joel just chuckled. Just then, he swatted away your other hand, using his own to spread your ass open. He was about to devour you whole.
You were at the brink of losing your mind, making a hot mess out of yourself. "Fuck, Joel-" You moaned, gripping his hair, tugging it.
You heard him growl like the fucking beast he is.
Just as you were about to lose it, Joel pulled away, taking a few moments to catch his breath before looking at you and giving your inner thighs a light squeeze. "You good, baby boy?"
You could only nod, watching the ceiling as you tried to catch your breath. Even when you thought there would be a little break, Joel's fingers suddenly rubbed up your puffy hole, quickly. "Fuckin' hell." He chuckled.
You whimpered, overwhelmed feeling his calloused fingers over the sensitive muscle. "P-please... just put it in me." It made you want to piss right there at the moment.
He stopped and sat back on his haunches. "Think you ready?"
You gave him a desperate nod, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Please Joel-" You whined, almost begging. "Wanna feel you inside-"
"Can you handle my fingers?" He interrupted.
A bit taken aback, you whined in response.
"Yeah, I bet you could..." He said, before bringing his index and middle fingers to his mouth.
You watched as he sucked on them, getting them as wet as he could while also looking you straight in the eye and smiling.
"I'll go nice on ya." Pulling his fingers out with a pop.
You were already breathing heavily as you felt his finger circling around the rim of your hole, teasing it for a bit before pushing both in. "Ahhh..." you let out a whimper, clenching around his fingers, feeling the calloused texture.
"Y-Yeah... fuuuck..." you moaned, biting your lips as your hole stretched around his fingers. "Keep g-going..."
It didn't take too long for him to notice that you were ready. Without any warning, Joel swiftly pulled his slick fingers out.
It made you gasp, a little whine escaping your lips as your muscles clenched around the air, empty and gaping.
You watched Joel got off the bed, leaving you just like that, reaching for one of the drawers. You could hear him rummaging for a bit before he came back to the bed with a bottle of lube in his hand.
Everything was blurred out in your head as you clenched your hole muscles. The next thing you knew, Joel was lathering his cock with the lube.
He gave his cock a few quick strokes before lining himself up against you, pumping himself hard and fast as he looked down at you. "You ready?" He asked, the mattress dipping in as he got closer, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder, giving him a better angle.
You nodded frantically, giving him your puppy eyes. "Please..."
"Yeah?" he chuckled, looking down at you. "You want it?" He teased, rubbing the tip against your hole.
By now, your brain was a puddle of soup, fried beyond functioning. You could only nod and whine, with the only thought being getting joel inside of you.
By now, your brain was a puddle of soup, fried beyond functioning. You could only nod and whine, wanting Joel inside of you.
"I need it..." You pleaded, nicely at that.
Slowly, Joel pressed it in, taking it slowly to let you adjust around him, letting out a deep moan while he did. "God... you're so warm around me,"
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Joel pushed deeper, feeling every inch of him with the veins that wrapped around it. "Nghnnn... jesus-" you gasped, loving how it hurt. For a moment, nothing mattered, you just watched him pushing his cock deeper into you, forgetting every problem you had before.
Joel could see what he had done to you, the wrecked look on your face, how raw it contorted as you took his cock, the intensity on it. He couldn't help but admire you.
Then, something broke in him and he started moving, slowly in and out, agonizingly dragging your insides. "Oh god-" you whimpered, clawing the bedsheet.
It was fucking amazing.
He could tell you were holding back as you bottomed out. All that he could see was you trying to hold back your moan, until he slowly pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, making you groan in pain. "Fuuuck...." He chuckled, repeating it all over again, thrusting hard inside of you.
"Oh-" you managed to squeak, but were cut short by the relentless ramming Joel was doing.
The bed started to creak like crazy as joel fucked his dick inside you. It wasn't fast, yet he thrust hard, and he barely gave you any time to process it.
"Such a good boy..." He cooed, his hand caressing your thighs, starting to catch up the pace.
Your brain went blank again, letting it all go under him, moaning and whimpering as he punched it out of you. You were too far gone to say anything.
"That's it, let it go," he groaned, watching intently how you take his cock.
You were barely on earth by now, floating somewhere in the clouds as he thrust into you. "Please-" you whined, panting like a dog, your brain turning to mush while incoherent words spilling out of you. He wanted to see you like this.
He kept at it, holding your legs over his shoulder, trapping you beneath him. "So good for me," he cooed again, his hand reaching out to touch your tummy, trying to feel himself from outside.
He could have gone on for hours, watching you melt.
"'m close- fuck!" you gasped, tears starting to form in the corner of your eyes. It was overwhelming, almost too much as you were already reaching your limit, but
Joel wasn't done with you yet.
He went harder this time, without a word, he's gonna fuck the cum out of you. Without stopping, he lifted your other leg and settled it onto his other shoulder.
You whined at the new angle, hands clawing at the bedsheet as you felt Joel going faster, almost fully crying now. "Please, please, please-" you begged without even thinking, and Joel loved to hear it. He wasn't gonna have mercy on you, not yet.
He then bit your ankle.
With a groan, you came, shooting ropes of cum all over your chest. Your eyes rolled back, your mouth gaping open as you moaned loudly. You could see the look on Joel's face through your half lidded eyes. "J-joel... fuck!" you grunted.
As waves of orgasm rocked through you, clenching around his cock, Joel pulled out, making you whimper in protest. He quickly grabbed you by the waist and tried to turn you around. "On all fours," he demanded gruffly.
You unconsciously went into position, body falling forward as you stick your ass up in the air, still panting and shaking from the orgasm you just had.
Your ass is his for the night, for Joel to wreck. "Mmmm..."
As you take another breather, Joel slammed into you, hard and fast with one hand on the back of your head, pushing you down on the bed. Your hands were fisting the sheets, the sound of skin against skin echoing loudly through the room. You could feel the cum on your chest dripping down to your neck.
Joel knew he was doing a real number on you with the pace he set, making your eyes go crossed as he pounded like there's no tomorrow, making a mumbling mess out of you, biting and drooling at the bedsheet.
You could only lay there, loving every second of it, feeling every inch of Joel in and out of you, chasing his own release.
"You okay, pal?"
"Yeah..."
"Did I go too hard on ya?"
You shook your head, rubbing your face on Joel's chest.
"You did real good," he said, gently brushing his hand across your messy hair. "Never fucked someone who came twice without needin' any touch."
You smiled at the little sentiment. "Really?"
"Yup, must've did something to you with my cock, huh?"
"Y-yeah... i couldn’t think straight."
Joel laughed at that, ruffling your hair. "You went deep."
It was quiet then and cozy now, in contrast with earlier, both of you just lying on the bed, with you on Joel's chest, breathing in his musk. You felt save with him, like there's no better place in the world.
"Wanna stay for the night?"
You looked up to him. "Can I?"
"'Course you can."
Tonight, it was a different feeling he was having. He felt something special in you, the type of feelings that he was scared to lose, scared that when the night was over, you would just leave. He could stay like this forever, with you on his bed.
Joel took a deep breath, contemplating his next move. "Can I ask you omething?"
You hummed, still resting on his chest.
"You... got a boyfriend?"
It was silence at first, before you lift your head up to look at him. "No, why?"
"Just checking." He nodded, looking at the ceiling to pass the awkwardness. "You seein' anyone lately?"
"Uh... not really, no."
"... Would you like to go on a date?" There was only one chance and he took it.
The silence was deafening for a secomd as Joel's mind wandered to countless of scenarios where he was getting rejected.
"Like a date... date?"
"Yeah, It's alright if you don't wanna-"
"I'd love to."
Joel finally looked at you, his heart sinking in at the answer. "Wait, really?"
Joel was genuinely surprised, in disbelief that a younger guy like you would go out with him. He was excited for the first time in a while, and finally a smile formed on his face.
For a moment, you just admired him, examining every little detail on his face, even noticing a heart shaped patch in his beard. He was a beautiful man, with greying hair and a dad body, it drives you crazy to have fucked with him earlier. And at that moment, you finally leaned into his space and kissed him.
You knew from the start he was a lover, grabbing you by the cheek and taking you in gently. It was soft, an opposite of what happened before. Gentle with a little bit of tongue.
You slowly pulled away, still close to his face, "I would love to go on a date with you, Joel." giving him another kiss before letting your head fall back to his chest.
"Alright..." he said with the biggest smile on his face, trying to wrap his head around what just happened.
He could get used to this.
"Can you tell your name now?"