The morning hookup was a bust. After planning it out to have an hour with him. A co-worker wanted to have breakfast at the same time we were to get together. It was going to be a tight meeting (pun intended). But he was such a sexy 50 year old.
It was late when I typed the last update, but I really enjoyed one thing with dreds that I should mention. For a moment he was sitting on a bench, looking distressed. Everyone else had left and I asked if he was okay. Of course in a wispered voice as you do at a bath house. He said he was relaxing. So I sat next to him, shoulder to shoulder, towels underneath us. I touched him on his leg with my right hand, to show an embrace, and said, let me help you. Soon our legs were entangled and holding on to each other’s cocks.
This is when he soon was on top of me as I was sitting and in a way begging to have me in him. I resisted the temptation at that moment. No condoms close.
Fast forward. I moved to a different area and watches him get fucked hard. I jacked off watching and touching them and then whe the guy was done he asked, who’s next? I jumped up, told him this would be fast and came inside him in 30 seconds. He said he liked that. But then again he had been fucked hard right before.
Then we followed each other to the shower. We talked and touched and kissed some more. I gave him my email address, but I’ll be surprised if he remembers on his sex mind.
My take away is that even in a dingy, dirty place like a dark bathhouse, you can make a connection with a man. A human, that is looking for he same thing.