[FM] He’s 15 years younger

I had posted a few weeks ago about a very unpleasant Tinder encounter, which luckily didn’t have any consequences other than me being extremely annoyed, but could have turned out to be dangerous as I didn’t exercise enough caution. After that, I think I learned the lesson and decided to make sure I knew a lot more about the person I was texting with before meeting in real life.

It was exactly one month ago when I matched with a guy 15 years younger than me. His profile was different from everyone else’s. He had a lot of information and photos and a detailed description of his personality and his approach to dating and stuff like that. He looked quite good but it was his description that struck me. I really felt it suited me perfectly. Also, as we matched he directly sent me a long, detailed message including his phone number and said he would be happy to talk on the phone.

He looked and sounded like the opposite of the creep I had met a few days before, and the opposite of most other guys I had bumped into on Tinder.

I like younger and much younger guys (I’m in my late thirties) and all of the other stories I posted regard encounters with younger guys, but this one was different somehow. 15 years sounded like a huge difference to me. I had twice had a one night stand with guys 14 or 16 years younger than me (in their early twenties) but it never went any further and we didn’t even have a decent conversation once.

With him it has been different from the very beginning. We have hit it off in a wonderful way from Day 1. Voice messages and phone calls are our main means of communication. I texted him on Whatsapp after getting his message with his number on Tinder, and he directly replied with a voice message. I immediately loved his voice. He is genuine and pure, but he’s all but naive and has the history of a bad guy. Also, he told me he specifically likes and looks for older women, and this made me immediately feel comfortable in spite of the age difference.

We talked for some days before we came to mention sexual topics and preferences. We had already realized we had a lot in common in many areas, and it seemed we had a lot in common also in the bedroom. But after a bit of conversation on that topic, which, however, didn’t go too far and didn’t became flirty, he said: let’s stop this conversation now, we will surprise each other when we meet.

We talked for six days before we finally both had a day off and could meet up (we live in neighboring cities). He invited me to meet at his place and it seemed the most natural thing to do instead of meeting somewhere neutral, because we felt we knew each other so well already and had built a lot of mutual trust. As I was on the train to his city I was terrified that our mutual expectations (which were really high) might not be met once we would get to know each other in person. I was almost at his place when I called him once again and asked him if he was sure we should meet. Of course, he said, or I wouldn’t have made you travel all the way to my place. We both didn’t know what would happen.

He met me at the bus stop and I recognized him from the bus window. He was somehow different from the photos, but he was real. And nice. Nice like a person who has experienced a lot in his life, even if he’s so young. My little brother is more or less his age, but still sort of behaves like a teenager. This guy’s a man.

We looked at each other as I got off the bus and he hugged me after staring at me for a second which felt like an eternity. I had the feeling he didn’t know if he should kiss me directly there, and he later told me he did ask himself if he should kiss me or not, then decided he shouldn’t. If he had kissed me I would have reciprocated, I am sure, but it was much better he didn’t.

We went back to his place, where we sat on his very small sofa for two incredibly long hours, sitting next to each other without our bodies touching at all. We had an interesting conversation and a beer, and I didn’t know what would happen next. At some point he told me he was very nervous, I said it was the same for me. He said he felt it was normal for a first date.

He asked me if I wanted to smoke. He had got nice weed for this special occasion, he said. He rolled a joint and we smoked less than half of it, then he took his glasses off and remained silent, with his head sort of close to mine. He didn’t say anything, but I realized he wanted me to kiss him, and I did. We started kissing and it felt like it was the beginning of something great. We didn’t stop making out for two days and two nights.

Finally kissing was like a liberation, we had been waiting for this for one week, but it had all been so intense that we both really wanted a lot of it now. We slowly took our clothes off and discovered our bodies. His body is much more imperfect than I thought, and he is very self-conscious about it. I had to come to terms with this for a couple of minutes, but I didn’t show any hesitation to him, because I liked everything else about him. He has the most wonderful eyes and smile, he has a beautiful, thick dick and he’s definitely a grower :)

He fingered me and felt how tight my pussy is. I’d had sex a few times recently, but never in a relaxed state and he could feel it. He said he loved my tight pussy, but for me it hurt a bit. He told me: let yourself go… and I did. Not only in that moment, but in the hours and days to come.

I let myself go and he had me on all fours on his small sofa. He entered me from behind, I couldn’t wait anymore. I asked him if he wanted to use a condom, he said: I hate condoms. And I hate them too, although I’d been using them recently and I had promised to myself that I would use them with him too. I had condoms in my bag, but I didn’t go get them in the end and he just fucked me raw. It felt great and it also felt like something which will get better and better with time.

He didn’t take a long time to come, possibly a few minutes. I was a bit puzzled when I realized he had come inside me. It was all a misunderstanding, he had thought I was on contraception, but I am not and I had thought he would pull out before coming. Well, it was too late now but not much of a tragedy, I thought then. I was on a very low-risk day in terms of getting pregnant and I thought I would sort it out later. I told him not to worry about it at all. He apologized for coming so quick, I didn’t know, but he had actually not had sex in a very long time.

We moved to his bed, where we remained naked for 48 hours until I had to take the bus and then the train home two nights later as I had to work the next morning. He had food in the fridge that only needed heating up in the microwave, so we could eat in bed without having to be apart for more than a few minutes for the preparation. We sort of slept from time to time but never stopped kissing when at least one of us was awake. He showed me his sensitive spots and his scars, which make him horny when licked. He spanked me and spanked me and I realized that I had never known that I could get so horny from being spanked on the lower part of my ass cheeks, near my asshole. He made me scream and moan like crazy through the night and through the day, so hard that the dogs next door could not stop barking. He loves it when the dogs next door bark because I’m enjoying myself. We took a shower together after one day and one night of fucking and we were really sweaty, dirty and stinky. We made ourselves nice and clean, only to start having sex again in the shower, where I jerked him off and he fingered me. We went back to bed and fucked a lot more. For two days and two nights I didn’t want to leave the bed even to go to the toilet.

Daylight came and left twice as we spent our time in his bed, discovering everything we wanted from each other. Some friends texted me to ask me where I was and were amazed to hear my date had gone so well that I was still there two days later. I went home on the third night as I had to work on the next days, but we made plan to see each other on our next free day, that was, very soon.

We have spent a few more days and nights at his house since then, basically every time we have two consecutive days free. Our conversations are amazing, but we mostly spend time in bed, sleeping and fucking. We only left the house together once since, to go buy something for less than half an hour.

He can fuck me amazing with and without condom, he can finger me amazing, and I am practicing taking more and more of his thick dick deep into my mouth. I love to be on all fours while he lies on his bed, my face in the direction of his feet and his dick in my mouth. I still can’t make him come from just sucking his dick (he says he’s very difficult in that area), but I can suck it and lick it for a long time and then he orders me to suck his balls as he jerks off, then when he is about to come he puts my mouth again on his dick and feeds me his cum. He knows I beg for it and I love it.

He fucks me and then pulls out and covers me in cum, my back, my belly, my tits. I love cleaning it up with my hands and licking it all from my hands. I love going home without taking a shower, I just make myself look sort of clean and sit in the train with his cum leftovers still on me.

He fucked my ass and also let me put a finger in his asshole, I had never done this before and actually find myself thinking about this often while I’m at work these days. I had actually merely started caressing the area around his asshole with a finger and then slowly ended up sliding the finger inside and making slow, round movements that he seemed to love.

I tied his hands behind his head as he was lying on the bed and rode him until I came, then as soon as I had come he untied himself (I had not tied him too tight, it seems) and flipped me and fucked me from behind. He likes my being dominant from time to time, but I love the amount of energy he has and I let him take the lead most of the time and fuck me hard for as long as he can. And he can last long and get hard quickly again.

We fall asleep and then I wake up and start caressing him and then playing with his balls and sucking his dick, he wakes up with a hard on and starts fucking me again, then we fall asleep, exhausted, until the next round.

And I look at my calendar every week in anticipation, ’cause I can’t wait for a lot more of this.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ew65da/fm_hes_15_years_younger