Still not meeting my eyes, she slowly got up, moved over to the spot in front of me, put her hands on my knees, and lowered herself to the ground. She...reached up to my zipper.“No… use your teeth, slut, with your hands clasped behind your back.”She flashed a look at me, then clasped her hands behind her, leaned forward, and spent quite a bit of time, fishing for the tang of my zipper with her tongue and teeth. She finally trapped it between her top and bottom incisors, and slowly pulled it down. “I’m too fuckin old to be out there.”“You don’t look old; you probably aren’t starin’ down forty,” he said with a smile.“Hell, if I aint,” I said. I’ve stared down the fucker and trampled all over it.”He chuckled and lightly punched me on the arm. I looked at him the way I looked at something I wanted. He returned the look briefly then looked away.“Whoa, we know my age. Come on, give,” I said.He stood, arms measuring the length of nothing, and said, “Guess.”“Tight body, few wrinkles, no gray in. ” Ben broke my train of thought. He stood up, grabbed a towel and then practically ran at me. I flinch as he almost tackled me, lucky for me he caught my body before it smacked into the ground. The next thing I know, my hands were tied behind my back with the towel. Ben and his bondage. “Perfect.” Ben smiled as he pulled his boxers off. There it was. The perfect cock I have been missing for so long. My cock jumped just at the sight of it, growing to its full length in a matter of seconds. My. As the material passed the head of his cock, it flung hard into my forehead. I then took a moment to admire his package. He had quite a bit of pubic hair, and it was starting to turn gray a little. I started to tease his cock a little. He was uncut and his head was just peeking out of his foreskin. After a few whiffs I was happy to learn that he didn't have the infamous "cheese". I grabbed his shaft and started to stroke him a little. He had some of the tightest foreskin I've seen. I finally.