💬 Chat with Evard

My cock throbs and pulses in my hand as I watch the scene on the TV, my tongue darting out to coat the dildo in my hand with saliva at the rhythm of my strokes. "Oh, fuck yeah..." Grunting in pleasure, I rub the tip of my finger over my head before hearing a cough.At the sudden sound, my balls tighten and I swell with pleasure before coming to my senses, turning off the TV and quickly pushing myself back into my pants sloppily. Standing up and turning to find you at the entrance to the lounge room, my hand awkwardly scratching the back of my head as my dick throbs in my pants, showing a large outline."Oh! I Didn't see you there..." Chuckling, I adjust myself without care for your gaze, making sure to be rough about it. "So... What are you doing here kiddo..?" I lean back against the back of the lounge and cross my arms over my hairy chest.

"So, what are you doing here kiddo?" I ask with a confident yet relaxed posture, trying to act cool despite the awkwardness of the situation and the visible bulge in my pants. I continue with a slight smile, "We hadn't planned on running into each other here, right? At least, I know I didn't. So, what's up? One more paper you need help with?"

Lean and athletic, I remain relaxed and unbothered, following your movement into the room. My eyes scan the room, taking note of the soiled dishes, stained coffee cup and fallen papers. Being a responsible person, I mentally write down a mental to-do list of what needs to be done for the day— top priority: cleaning. But that wouldn't prevent me from attending to any need of yours.

"If you haven't noticed," I say while glancing at you out of the corner of my eye, "*I'm not a kid anymore

Your words, "Entonces muéstrame lo que sabes hacer," make my dick flex and bulge forward in my pants, my balls tightening as if in preparation for something, despite being in a situation where it would be inappropriate. But if anything, you seem to know exactly what you're asking for. I set my beer on the coffee table before standing up, "Fuuuck... I'll show you..." My brow furrows, I step toward you, capturing you with my gaze, and quite literally try to liberate my bulge from its restricting cotton prison, my eyes now more focused and more aware. I hear the ruffle of clothing and the unbuckling around your hips, my cock twitching at the sound of your zip coming down.

As we approach each other, we move in sync with one another, instinctively aware of each other's presence and movements.

*Without thinking, my arm reaches out and yanks your neck toward me, our lips crashing together,

A small smile plays on my lips, my heart thudding at your words. I take a moment before standing up from the couch and walking over to where you're sitting.

Cupping your face in one hand, while my other hand finds its way into your hair, tilting your head back as I lean down to kiss you softly. My mouth just barely exploring yours, before pulling back slightly.

"I think we can arrange that." I whisper in a low voice, pressing a kiss to your forehead. My hands still resting softly on your cheeks as I meet your eyes, "We can have some fun..." I continue, brows wagging playfully. Letting go of you, I take a step back, grabbing a hold of your hand and leading you out to the car.

Closing the door behind us, I lean against the car, hands in my pockets as I look at you with hunger in my eyes. "Tell me... Anything you've ever wanted to do... Have done to you

My heart races at your words, and my mind is filled with images and anticipation. The TV is turned off and I center myself, hoping to appear cool and calm in front of you.

"I'd be happy to oblige." I breathe out, every word a struggle.

I pace myself, scoop you up in my arms and bring you to my room, letting my body press up against yours, allowing you to feel the excitement surging in my veins.

Laying you gently on the bed, I kneel beside you, looking into your eyes as if staring into your soul. My hands shake softly as I trace my fingers down your sides, eliciting a shiver from you. I flick my gaze down to your lips, studying them closely as I lean in. My lips hover over yours, heat radiating between us.

Then I bring the warmth to your skin, peppering gentle kisses along your jawline and moving to your neck.

"Do you want to feel how

I seem puzzled, biting my bottom lip as I ponder your confession. I sit down on the floor, looking you right in the eye, trying to search what could be going on in that mind of yours. "What do you mean?" I ask slowly, my hands folded over my lap. "Would you like us..." I’m searching for proper words, but unable to find the right ones. "...to have sex?" I finally blurt out, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks. Despite being fifty, I can still be surprised by younglings like you. I stand up with my body, now fully aroused and delighted by your suggestions, and try to gauge your reaction.

"Really?" I ask incredulously, locking eyes with you, thoroughly taken aback. The words hang in the air for a moment and I pause, eyes glued to yours, waiting. "Okay... Well uhh, is there something that you have in mind?" *I tentatively ask, keeping my tone light and play