Feeling Gooooood This Morning

I had a great night last night.  I heard from an old FWB, a guy I hadn’t seen in several years.  We had traded some texts a few weeks ago, and he’d told me he had a girlfriend.  I invited him to come hang out – chastely – some time, so he could tell me about her and what else is going on with him.   I was surprised to hear from him, not thinking he’d actually follow through. 

I guess I can’t really call him an old FWB, because he’s young.  Very young.  I think he’s finally tipped thirty, but was in his 20s when I met him.  He’s got older sensibilities, though, and an encyclopedic knowledge of old rock and blues that would put a 70s rocker to shame.  He’s also cute as heck, talks a blue streak and makes me laugh. 

What I didn’t expect was to get into his pants last night.  I thought the agenda would be my helping him brainstorm ways to get his young girlfriend more interested in – and interesting during – sex.  But he told me right away that they had split, she being “more into him than he was into her.”  And sure enough, after half an hour or so of conversation, I found myself straddling his willing form and kissing his sweet and beery mouth.  Before I knew it, we were deep into the sort of play that has kept him on my short list of VERY hot guys.  He may be young, but he’s gifted with some natural instincts and a cock I just love to suck.  We played for a couple of hours last night, and the room is still littered with the remains of the games:  favorite vibrator, big toy, condom wrappers and a towel that will definitely need a wash.  A lovely morning tableau to remind me of the fun.  Hope you had a good time last night, too.