When I was 19 I’d moved out of my mom’s place for the first time and was living with a roommate who was mid twenties. We got a long great and did some really fun things. She was sort of seeing a bouncer at a local club and he and I had become friendly so when I would go up with her to hang out he would get me a wristband so I could get some drinks. The agreement was I wasn’t allowed to get too drunk or make a fool of myself and risk getting us both in trouble. I usually had some fun so did she. We had a code (304 )we would text each other to say “I’m going home with someone I will text you tomorrow” that become relevant later. For those wondering it’s because upside down on a calculator 304 spells hoe. lol

So it’s a Friday night and we are both off work. To top that off the club we go to is actually hosting a fairly obscure older band’s concert. A band we both kind of like. More importantly one the bouncer loved. So we decided to go up there and watch. Putting on our best 90s rock band groupie outfits. Typically this club is mostly young people. A place to dance drink and hook up. But because of this band there were a lot of older people here too so it was kind of a different vibe.

The layout of this club is basically you walk in the door and the dance floor is the center of the room. Despite it being a round dance floor it was a square building still. To the left and straight ahead against the walls were three bars. The one in the back had a few stools and even fewer tables. The two on the sides did not. In one corner was the stage and the other was the do booth. Behind the show booth was a set of stairs leading up to the balcony. This is where the bathrooms were as well as a few booths for people to sit. Though being tucked away dark and soft it was mostly where people made out.

We get in just as the first song is starting and we’re enjoying the music. It’s not a massive crowd like usual so we get some space on the dance floor to move around. My roommate quickly starts vining with this guy. Not a big surprise she was hot and barely clothed. Anyway I take the cue and motion I’m going to get a drink and I head to the bar on the right side away from the stage.

I’m trying in vane to get the busy bartenders attention to order my drink and that’s when he appears. We will call him mark. Mostly because I don’t remember his name. Mark slides in very close to me. And yes the bar was busy but there was room I think now this was intentional. He immediately gets the bartenders attention and when he comes over orders himself a beer then looks at me and asks what I was trying to order. I give him my order and he relays it to the bartender. Then pays for it for me.

Now. I have always found older men to be quite attractive in this mature manly rugged kind of way but there was something about mark. He was at least 6’2 and large but not fat and not like a body builder. He was just large and masculine. He was a lot older than me. I would say mid fifties. He was dressed in a nirvana t shit and jeans and boots. Nothing spectacular. But also all of it well kept and expensive looking. His watch was very very expensive and to my surprise no ring on his hand. His beard was well kept and gray with dark patches just like his head. And his light eyes shone behind minimal wrinkles. His hand were freshly manicured and he smelled divine.

As I watched him flip through a stack of fifties and hundreds to throw down a 20 and tell them to keep the change I knew he was into me. Though I was flattered and did find him attractive the idea of a man that much older being interested in me did make me feel a bit weird. I told him that I could pay him back for my drink and he said a compromise was to spend 5 minutes with him so I agreed.

We made our way to the back bar where there were tables and grabbed an empty one quickly. Unfortunately there were no chairs so we leaned there talking. At first just about the band and music and eventually ourselves. I learned he was divorced and had been single for years. How his daughter was now in college and that this was his favorite band in high school. And he’s learned a bit about me. The first time he bought us another round I protested and insisted he let me buy this one. By the third and fourth round I’d given in to the idea he wanted to buy me drinks.

Before I realized we’d been talking for over an hour and I really had to pee. So I excused myself and went up the stairs. Realizing for the first time that I’m a bit buzzed. While in the bathroom I got a text from my roommate. We’d been texting back and forth all night giving updates on where we were so we could keep an eye out. I was going to text her that I was upstairs peeing but her text to me was a pic of me and mark just saying “be careful” I just tell her it’s not even like that. I come out to find mark at one of the booths with another round of drinks.

Well about 20 minutes later and it was like that after all. I’m in this booth leaned back against the wall wondering why this man who is older than my father. Whose daughter is older than me is so interested in me. Meanwhile his thick wet whiskey flavored tongue has penetrated and is filling my mouth while his rugged construction worker hand massages my breast. My hand had gone into his jeans and was now caressing his cock. The only way I can describe his dick is fat. Like insanely fat. Now I wasn’t even remotely a virgin by this point but I had not gotten nearly the experience I have now so maybe I’ve had fatter but I can’t imagine it to be true.

He breaks his lips from mine and moves to nibbling my neck then breathily in my ear says “I don’t live far from here and would love nothing more than to fuck the shit out of you if you’re so inclined. I groaned then replied. “I’m gonna suck the life out of you” and we started to re dress ourselves. I send the 304 text only to get a response of “Jesus girl you’re gonna give me gray hairs. Be careful.”

By the entrance was a bowl full of condoms I reached in and grabbed one then turned and looked at mark and with a sly grin grabbed about 5 more and we went out to the uber. The ride to his place was maybe 10 minutes but it was pure torture. By this point I’m a bit tipsy and a lot horny but he was completely in control and making me be good. Kind of. All while teasing me. For example his hand was inside my pants but not in my panties. He would let me feel his hard he was but wouldn’t let me take it out. He would lean over and nibble my ear and whisper dirty ass short but no kissing. He said he didn’t want the driver to get a fee show. I think he liked how it was agony for me.

When we get to his very nice condo. The second we are inside, he grabs me and throws me into the wall as if I weighed nothing then steps up and begins kissing me again. He lifts the front of my shirt up over my head but doesn’t fully remove it then with one hand unhooks my bra and puts it over my head also. He steps back still holding my hands above my head with one hand and admires/caresses my breasts before staring to undo his own jeans saying something like “I believe you said something about sucking my life out?”

As he lets go I slide myself down the wall to my knees and start to help him remove his member. In the full light I can finally see it all. It’s maybe 6-7 inches long but again so insanely fat and so veiny. I couldn’t believe how it felt and tasted as it stretched my mouth open wide. I both feared and longed for the moment it was inside me. Which I didn’t have too long to anticipate. As he thrust forward into my mouth pushing me back to the wall I knew that as much as I like certain positions I really honestly and truly wanted this man on top of me. I wanted his arms holding me down. I wanted his weight against me. I wanted it so badly. And I did get my wish.

The next day when I woke up he was up and was cooking me breakfast. Though it was at least 12:00. I texted my roommate to let her know I was safe and would see her at work that night before I threw on his t shirt from the night before and went into the kitchen to join him. I made myself some coffee and we talked and ate breakfast before he railed me one last time then paid for the uber back to the club so we could get our cars. He gave me one last kiss and told me it was a pleasure meeting me and hoped we would see each other again.

We did at one point but not in a romantic or sexual capacity. Just the perks/cons of smallish town living. Either way it’s to this day my biggest age gap and not one I regret at all. Older men just, in my experiences, tend to have more experience patience and care in the bedroom. And they tend to be more financially stable. Either way it’s a great memory and thank you for listening as I relived it