He turns the dial an inch to the right, and it’s perfect. ‘Thought I called dibs on the shower?’ ‘What are dibs?’ he asks, snagging a smal... shampoo bottle and squirting some in his hand. I sigh when he massages it into my hair. ‘Dibs possess, meaning the shower was all mine the second I called them.’ ‘If that’s the case, I call dibs on you. And since you’re in the shower, I’m in the shower.’ ‘That’s not how dibs work.’ Of course, Leo doesn’t listen and I forget all about who called what. His name was Rick, he was 54 and divorced and had never been with a man before either but had always fantasized about it. We chatted for a while then he invited me over to his condo. I arrived about 30 minutes later, very nervous but also very excited. Rick was more than I hoped for in a guy, he had an athletic body, was about 6'2 and had a very handsome face with salt and pepper hair. He invited me in and offered me a drink. We made small talk for about an hour before he said "so, how do. Through thin see-thru bed-curtains I gaze upon you. In the middle of the bed you sleep, covered in thick fir blankets. Wearing only my kings robe, I circle the bed. Slowly. Your perfect, naked leg lies out of the blankets. A shoulder as well. Glowing, your skin reflects like silk. I let my robe drop to the floor, exposing my weathered, sun tanned skin and mended wounds, and patiently crawl onto the bed. With you. Having only met the night before, I imagine who you are. And what your life must. The two fingers slipped from my ass and she covered three fingers in lube. I grimaced in a bit of discomfort as the fingers penetrated my ass. Her hand stroked my chest reassuringly as the fingers ever so slowly pushed deeper, spreading apart. I found myself moaning and grunting in the pleasure I was receiving. “Okay, stud, it’s time.” She said, as she reached for the strapless strap-on.My hand stopped stroking my shaft as I watched her release the side strings of the thong and teasing slipped.