Yahoo Personals was my go-to for online hookups when I first discovered online 'dating'. It wasn't so much dating, at least for me, but just a lot of anonymous sex. Mostly just random blowjobs in someone's front seat, but occasionally it took me to a stranger's house for an evening of fun or a naked lunch hour.

When Jim responded to my ad, I was intrigued almost immediately. An older man, mostly retired from teaching in a local Catholic school, he was intelligent, polite, and still very sexual. He owned an old farmhouse in the country, lived alone, but had recently broken up with his lover of some years. His invitation to come out for a visit offered a relaxed and safe place to get to know each other very intimately and very physically. That sounded almost too good to be true!

I arrived at his beautiful century-old house on a late afternoon in February. After a couple of knocks on his door, I was greeted by a handsome, smiling, well-groomed gentleman. Jim was a slim man in his 60s with close-cropped grey hair and beard and a nervous but quick smile. I came into his farm kitchen, and we began making small talk as we went from the kitchen to the dining room. He was nervous but excited. From the dining room, I could see a lovely old staircase leading upstairs. It caught my eye, and Jim noticed.

"Would you like to see the upstairs?" he asked.

"Certainly," I replied, smiling.

I followed him up the stairs as he told a little about the history of the house. He pointed out the bathroom at the top of the staircase and then led me down the hall to his bedroom. We stepped inside and stood next to his bed. He moved closer to me, his arm quickly encircling my waist, and leaned in to kiss me. A little surprised, I didn't return his kiss but recovered quickly and leaned towards him for another. Our lips met, our mouths opened, and our passion exploded. It was my first time kissing a man, and it was wonderful and sexy and intimate. We stopped to look at each other and then kissed again. Pressing against my body, I could feel him already hard.

"Let's get undressed," Jim suggested. I didn't need to be asked twice. As I disrobed, Jim watched, smiling. I felt a little self-conscious, so I began to undress him too. Soon we stood naked, admiring each other's smooth bodies. I crawled up onto his bed, a little chilled by my nakedness, but Jim joined me, and we cuddled into each other, stroking and caressing and kissing. I reached down to find him very, very hard.

"Oh yes!" I smiled and began stroking him slowly. He wasn't big but wasn't small either, a slim but adequate seven inches. I stopped kissing him and began moving down his smooth fit body.

He gasped slightly as I took him into my mouth. Gently at first but completely engulfing his hardness, I began to suck and lick and tongue this wonderful member. Jim lay back and enjoyed my affection, my labour of love. I wanted to please him, savour him, and best of all feel him cum in me. I could taste him and enjoyed his masculine scent as I sucked this ever-hardening, hot meat.

Jim reached out and grasped my head with both hands, gently guiding me. His breathing was quickening with soft, guttural moans. I felt him harden in my mouth and as he stiffened and let out a soft cry, my mouth was flooded with his cum, cum he had needed to release for so long. I savoured his salty flavour in my mouth, letting his delicious cum fill my mouth before finally swallowing.

Jim's breathing was calming now, his cock still twitching occasionally in my mouth as I finished taking the last of his seed. I looked up at Jim to see him so content, smiling down at me gratefully. I let his softening cock slip from my mouth and smiled back. Slowly, I moved up his body to lie on top of him, and we kissed, first gently but then more and more passionately. This was a man I could fall in love with!

I rolled off him, and we lay silently side by side, casually playing with each other's cocks. Jim turned to face me with a deeply loving look in his eyes.

"Would you like to take a shower together?" he asked.

"Of course!" I said, giving him a quick kiss.

We got out of bed and walked into his bathroom, Jim's hand on my firm arse all the way. He started the shower, making sure the water temperature was perfect. We step into its warm caress, adding caresses of our own as we soaped each other's bodies. Jim reached down to grasp my already hard cock with a soapy, slippery hand. His own cock was already beginning to harden as well.

"I'd say it's your turn now, hm?" he said softly, beginning to stroke me. He moved closer to put his cock near mine and then grasp them both together in one soapy, slick hand. My member stiffened even more, feeling his slick hand and semi-stiff cock massaging me. I let out a soft moan, my knees weakening underneath me.

"Do you like that?" he whispered softly into my ear. "I won't be able to cum again. I want to feel you cum for me."

All I could do is moan and lean into him. Our sex play in the bedroom had gotten me very close and Jim's skilled hand was bringing me the rest of the way.

"Oh, Jim! Oh my god ... Oh YES!" I almost collapsed as a powerful orgasm took control of me. My hot cum shot into Jim's hand and across into his bush, squirting and spasming and taking me to heaven.

We looked at each other, grateful not just for the beautiful sex but for the beautiful person we each held in our arms. A longing look and then a long, deep, passionate kiss before we began cleaning up to finally step out of the shower.

He handed me a towel and took another for himself, and we began drying each other, interspersed with kisses and playful groping.

As we were heading back to the bedroom, I knew it was getting late, and it would be time for us to go back to our ordinary lives.

"I need to go soon, Jim."

"I know," he said, somewhat crestfallen.

"I want to see you again, and very soon." Jim's eyes brightened, and he looked up and smiled.

"Yes, definitely, when we can have more time."

We walk to the door for a long, final hug and a deeply loving kiss. I walked to my car, almost unbelieving of the fabulous, sexy, passionate man I'd just met. As I drove home, I couldn't help but fantasize about our next meeting.