In Bed with a Hard-Bodied Tech Bro
Tags: This Happened To Me, Sexuality, True Story, LGBTQ, Technology

His kink was new to me

In Bed with a Hard-Bodied Tech Bro

He was almost forty years younger

Photo by Allef Vinicius on Unsplash

I’ve been shocked to find how many men in their twenties and thirties think it’s cool to hook up with a guy in his sixties. Being able to look at and being given permission to touch their bodies is more electric for me now than it was when I was their age. My hand on their flat bellies shocks me into relishing the future.

So last year I met a new guy via an online app. He’s 27 years old and was born in Beijing. He has a job in information technology. He travels a lot for work. He’s shorter than me. He has a hard body from running along the river in the town where we both live. He has this kink. He wants an older guy to wear dress socks and dress shoes and nothing else. He made that a condition of our meeting up. I’d never encountered this before and found it a little funny, but whatever it took to be with a hot 27-year-old runner was okay with me.

He came over to my place. I could see him getting out of his ride share down in the street. Open-faced and a little nerdy looking. A tech bro. Very friendly in person. We shook hands and smiled at one another. I gave him a tour of my apartment.

He was over-anxious about our being discovered. He wanted all the shades down and to be reassured that no one would hear us. He wanted tape over the computer camera. He checked and re-checked this. I wondered whether this had anything to do with growing up in China where the state has large powers of surveillance. Or, maybe he just wanted to make sure I wasn’t filming him?

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, while we were fully clothed, I got him lying flat and climbed on top of him. He whimpered. I knew then that he liked my weight pressing him down.

After a while, I asked him to get up and strip for me while I continued sitting on the sofa. He liked the command. I’m not used to ordering people around, but I had an instinct about him. He took the order docilely. I was still fully clothed. I was wearing the dress shoes and socks he wanted. He crossed the room and pulled off his tee shirt. Then he stepped out of his running shorts. There was a big wet spot from pre-cum on his black undershorts. He shucked these off to reveal a full hard-on and dark pubic hair. If that wasn’t a moment of glory, I don’t know what is.

Next, 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. His wet cock bobbed in the space between us. It was fantastic. It made me feel giddy.

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.

When I put a finger on top of his asshole and tapped it a little, he was uncomfortable. I knew from his earlier whimper he would probably like it. But some extreme caution on his part re-asserted itself. I continued tapping him a few times. He scooted away and told me to stop. Then he relented. He asked me to put a condom on my finger before sliding it with some lube up his bottom.

He loved this. His voice went from a gentle tenor to a deep bass. 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. He gave me everything he had. I kissed him then and, though we didn’t know each other, I had a profound feeling of being for a moment one with him. My lips were on his, our tongues intertwined. My finger was deep in his ass and he was groaning. It was as if we were speaking to each other without words. It was what human life is all about. It was what we were meant to do.

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.

He then lay patiently by my side and waited for me to come. He didn’t mind my playing with his soft dick while I was doing it. His dick hard was a respectable five or six inches. Soft it was no bigger than a schoolboy’s. 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. Had he been taught at work to go through an evaluation with the client after every time he’d given a presentation? Was it what I expected? How could it be improved? I said it was wonderful and nothing could have been better. I 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. I did see him one more time.

His subservience was what surprised me the most. I’ve always felt that equality was a necessary ingredient of good sex, but this young Chinese guy’s willingness to please me, his obedience, was a newer, and stranger turn-on than the difference in our ages. I found myself looking forward to the next time I could spread his legs. He would avert his eyes, put his arm up to shield his face, as if he were embarrassed at the control he wanted me to have over him.

That first time I watched his ride share pull away from the curb, he looked up at me looking down at him from an upper window. From behind his dark-rimmed glasses, he gave me a goofy smile. I wasn’t sure because the car was pulling away, but I think he winked at me.