After 10 years

Upon reaching a certain age, like myself, after a life with many disappointing romantic experiences, my sex life has diminished, and casual encounters through apps and the like are neither plentiful nor satisfying. As a result, fantasies and self-satisfaction have become my most common recourse, with some exceptions, of course. Rick, as he called himself, would often pass by my house on his way to the gym. His body was no longer as perfect as it was ten years ago when I first met him, but it still drew attention with its broad shoulders and firm buttocks. He had spent a few weeks at my company as a "gofer" doing some kind of community service, likely due to issues with drugs or minor thefts. It so happened that I saw him naked, in all his glory, one day at the nudist beach near my city. We exchanged greetings, pretending to be casual, but I didn't miss his "disappearance" with one of the beach's regulars. At my company, seeing him daily during those weeks, his sly smile seemed like a declaration of intentions. Naturally, I didn't pursue anything, as I was in a relationship at the time, and besides, it's not advisable, as the saying goes. Now, could things be different? The opportunity arose when we ran into each other one day as I was returning from work and he was leaving the gym. We recognized each other, exchanged greetings, and Rick once again used his provocative smile to ask me about my work and, despite being in the middle of December, if I still visited the nudist beach. I replied amiably and also asked him about his routine, explaining the proximity to my apartment. "I come to a thousand from the gym, you know? So I was left wanting to fuck you... and now we could go up and I'd give you a good fucking." I didn't know how to respond. Despite my many fantasies, I didn't expect something so direct. We went up, and everything happened quickly. "Today, I won't charge you," he said, and we started undressing before reaching the bedroom. His self-satisfaction with his still-impressive body was clear, and I played along to excite him further. I knelt down and licked his feet. He was pleased. I continued licking his legs until I reached his hanging balls, just as I remembered them. "I knew you're a good cocksucker, and I want you to enjoy yourself before I fuck you, because I'm fully erect and I'll come at the first thrust." And it was true: his cock couldn't have been harder. I savored and drooled over it before deep-throating it until it hit my throat. But he pulled it out immediately and positioned me on all fours on the bed, at the edge. With some saliva, he started to penetrate me, slowly but precisely. When he gave me the first spank, I encouraged him, saying I liked feeling his strength, his hands. "You're a bastard," he said, as he slapped me harder and began to thrust. I felt the stream of cum inside my ass instantly. He fell on top of me, but he didn't pull out immediately. As he did, turning me sideways, he ordered me to clean his cock...