Practice on me

After months of no action of a gay phone app Rob decides to change his profile to say practice on me. He wasn’t quite sure what he hoped for but he got something.

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Rob stared at the new words on his profile with a mixture of hope and nerves. After months of little success on the app, he had rewritten his profile, adding a bold new line: "Practice on me. I’m here to help younger guys fine-tune their efforts." It wasn’t something he’d planned out in detail, but after dozens of quiet nights with no messages or being ghosted by guys more interested in hooking up with someone their own age, he’d decided to go for it. He was offering himself as something different—a safe, judgment-free place for younger guys who were still figuring things out.

The full ad read.
Practice on me. I'm here to help younger guys fine-tune their efforts. Nervous about gay sex? Unsure about your performance? Need hints and tips, or just want an anonymous arse to use while you practice your skills? I have no real needs or requirements—just that you’re slim and easy-going. In return, I’m here for you to practice on. Drop me a body shot and let me know what you want. Guys 21-27 only."
In his younger days, Rob might have felt too proud to put himself out there like this, but at 58, pride didn’t matter as much as connection did. And, he figured, if he could offer something meaningful to someone, it was worth it. There was a world of younger guys on the app who were hesitant, shy, or uncertain—many of them looking for something casual but meaningful, and more importantly, a way to explore without feeling judged. Rob knew what it felt like to be in their shoes; when he was younger, he would have killed for someone to offer him that same, no-strings guidance.
The first day after changing his profile, there was nothing. Rob tried not to feel too let down, reminding himself that it had only been a day. But then, on the second evening, he received a message from someone new: a guy named Dale. Rob clicked on Dale’s profile, smiling as he read the brief bio that stated Dale was 23 and “figuring things out.” He noticed the body shot—Dale was lean, with a relaxed, easy smile, the kind of guy who would turn heads but didn’t seem aware of it. Rob felt his pulse quicken as he read the message: “Hi. Your profile’s different. I’m new to this and don’t know what I’m doing. Would it be okay if I came by sometime?”

Dale had been scrolling the app for days, feeling uncertain with every message he received. At 23, he was new to gay sex, fresh out of a relationship with a girl that had lasted three years. He knew he was into guys but didn’t know where to start. And on the apps, he felt like everyone he messaged was leagues ahead in experience, either judging or expecting him to know exactly what to do. That’s why, when he stumbled across a profile that simply read, “Practice on me. I’m here to help younger guys fine-tune their efforts,” he paused, his curiosity piqued.
He read the text several times, letting it sink in. The ad was refreshingly direct, offering a chance to try things out without the pressure of impressing someone or feeling like he had to measure up. "Are you nervous about gay sex? Unsure about your performance? Do you just need an anonymous arse to practice on?" It was exactly what he was looking for—a judgment-free zone. He wasn’t really into older men but there was something about this ad, something about being able to help himself and do what the fuck he wanted without fear of judgement. Dale’s hesitation faded, replaced by excitement. He took a body shot in the mirror, nothing fancy, and sent it along with a brief message. Within an hour, he got a reply. The guy’s name was Rob, 58, and he’d sent a polite but reassuring note back with an address.
That evening, Dale found himself at Rob’s door, his nerves reawakening now that he was actually here. Rob opened the door, welcoming him with a calm smile that put him at ease. The house was cozy, filled with soft lighting and a faint scent of sandalwood. Rob wore a plain sweater and jeans, comfortable but showing he’d put in a bit of effort.

It was exactly what Rod had hoped for. Dale’s message was polite, a bit nervous, but clearly intrigued. They exchanged a few more messages, Rob assuring him that there was no rush and that they could go at whatever pace he felt comfortable with. Dale seemed relieved, and soon enough, they’d arranged a time.
Rob couldn’t believe his luck. As he tidied up his place, he caught himself glancing at the clock, wondering if this would be a one-time thing or the beginning of something he hadn’t even dared to hope for. Dale sounded genuine, shy but ready to explore. The anticipation simmered within Rob, reminding him of the thrill he’d felt back when everything was new for him, too.

Come on in,” Rob said warmly, stepping aside to let Dale enter. “Make yourself comfortable. Would you like something to drink? Water, tea…?”
“Water’s good, thank you,” Dale replied, nodding as he took in the room. He seemed a bit tense, but there was excitement in his eyes, a spark that Rob had learned to recognize. Rob handed him the glass, noticing Dale’s hand tremble slightly as he took it.
“You don’t have to be nervous,” Rob said gently, gesturing for Dale to sit down on the sofa. “This is just a relaxed night. We’ll go as slow or as fast as you like.”
Dale chuckled softly, setting his glass down on the table. “Yeah, sorry. It’s just… I’m not used to this. Meeting someone this way, I mean.” He hesitated, then added, “I liked your profile. It sounded… honest. No pressure.”
Rob nodded, settling into the armchair across from him. “I meant every word,” he assured Dale. “I’m just here for you. Whatever you want to try, or even if you just need a sounding board.”
Dale’s shoulders relaxed, and he smiled, glancing down at his hands. “I guess that’s what I liked most about it. I mean, most guys on here… well, they seem like they’re looking for perfection. Like they expect you to know exactly what to do.” He glanced up at Rob, a vulnerable look in his eyes. “I don’t know what I’m doing half the time.”
Rob chuckled, the sound warm and reassuring. “I get it. It’s hard enough just figuring things out without feeling like you’re on some kind of audition.” He leaned forward, meeting Dale’s eyes. “Here, you don’t have to worry about that. You can just be yourself.”
Dale’s gaze softened, the tension melting away. “Thank you. That means a lot.” He took a deep breath, seeming to gather himself, and finally said, “So… how does this usually work?”
Rob smiled, sensing the excitement mingling with Dale’s nerves. “Well,” he said slowly, “we can talk a bit more, or we can just go where it feels natural.” He paused, watching Dale’s face carefully. “It’s up to you. No pressure.”
Dale nodded, his eyes meeting Rob’s with a hint of resolve. “Could we… could we just start with a kiss?” He looked down again, the blush creeping back into his cheeks. “I’d like to feel what it’s like with… you know, someone experienced.”
Rob’s heart swelled with warmth. It was a simple request, but it carried a significance that wasn’t lost on him. He stood up, crossing over to the sofa where Dale sat, and took a seat beside him. Gently, he reached out, his hand resting on Dale’s shoulder, grounding him. Dale looked at him, anticipation and curiosity in his gaze.
Slowly, Rob leaned in, letting their lips meet in a soft, tender kiss. Dale’s lips were warm, his breath slightly unsteady, but he relaxed into it, responding with an eagerness that made Rob’s heart race. They lingered there, their mouths moving in sync, the kiss deepening as Dale grew bolder. Rob could feel the tension in him melting away with each passing second.
When they finally pulled apart, Dale’s eyes were brighter, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Wow,” he murmured, catching his breath. “I didn’t expect… it to feel like that.”
Rob chuckled softly. “Sometimes it’s the simple things that make the biggest impact.”
Dale nodded, his confidence growing. “Can we… try more?”
“Of course,” Rob replied, keeping his tone warm and inviting. “We’ll go at whatever pace feels right for you.”
They kissed again, this time with a little more urgency, Dale’s hands finding their way to Rob’s shoulders, gripping him gently as he leaned into the moment. Rob could feel the excitement radiating from Dale, the mixture of nerves and desire, and he let himself get lost in it, knowing that, for Dale, this was new and exhilarating.
When they broke apart once more, Rob looked into Dale’s eyes and said, “I want you to be able to explore without fear. So if there’s anything you’re curious about or anything you’d like to try, just let me know.”
Dale’s expression softened, and he glanced down for a moment, as if searching for the right words. Finally, he looked up, his gaze steady. “I think… I’d like to know what it’s like to feel completely comfortable. Like, without any worries or expectations. Just… letting go.”

God knows where Dale found the confidence to say what he did—he wasn’t the type to speak up. But he spoke.
“Can I say something, please?”
“Yes, of course,” Rob replied.
“This isn’t really what I had in mind, all this trying to kiss me and act like we’re dating. The ad says you’re here to use… I’m sorry, but this isn’t what I was thinking or expecting.”
“Oh gosh, sorry,” Rob stammered, as if he’d suddenly remembered he had changed the wording on his profile. “Please don’t go. What was it you were expecting?”
“Well, everything the ad said. I’ve not fucked a guy before.” As the words left his mouth, Dale felt a flicker of frustration. “I took two buses for forty-five minutes to get here, hoping to find a willing arse to fuck.” He’d never spoken to anyone like this before, but he was annoyed that things weren’t as he’d imagined, and he went further.
“To be honest, Rob… is it? I know your game. You’re a bit of a saddo who’s written this soft, innocent-sounding profile about ‘helping people.’ It’s probably just a different way of trying to get fucked. When was the last time you actually had your old arse fucked properly?” Both Rob and Dale were shocked by Dale’s words, but Dale was right, and Rob knew it.
“Let’s not mess around,” Dale continued, gaining confidence. “I don’t want to have to call trading standards about your ad,” he joked. “And I don’t want to hear another fucking peep out of you, because I want to do exactly what the ad says. I want to practice on you, and you can kneel there on all fours and take it. Get undressed while I tell you the part of the ad I liked. If you’re up for it, of course.”
Rob was definitely up for it. He quickly undressed, his cock already hard. The ad, folded in his jeans pocket, had become a focal point for both of them. As Rob pulled off his shirt, Dale took the ad out and read it aloud.
“Just want an anonymous arse to use while you practice your skills? I have no real needs or requirements.”
“So there we have it, Rob. Get into the bedroom, get on the bed, and don’t say a word. I don’t need any hints or tips. I just need a willing arse.” Rob headed to the bedroom, his pulse racing. In the heat of the moment, he’d even forgotten to take his socks off. He was far from Dale’s usual fantasy, but Dale loved how this older guy just bent over, following instructions.
“Don’t look at me. Don’t look back, and definitely don’t speak. You can moan if you like, but no words, my little practice fuck hole.” Dale lubed up his cock and got on the bed behind Rob. Rob’s mind was all over the place, but he was undeniably turned on.
Dale climbed behind him, and Rob felt the warm pressure of Dale’s tip pressing into his pre-lubed arse. This was Dale’s first time fucking an arse—plenty of experience with pussy, but never with a man. The tightness took him by surprise.
“You dirty, desperate old cunt,” Dale muttered. “I thought this arse would be looser, judging by your ad.”
“I only wrote it yesterday,” Rob replied reflexively.
“Did I say you could speak?” Dale said, as he slid his seven inches deeper inside. He started to thrust, each stroke sinking further into Rob. “Jesus,” Rob thought, “he’s right. He doesn’t need any hints or tips.” Dale’s only challenge was holding his load. He fucked with the intensity of a rabbit, plowing deep into Rob’s arse until he couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Arghhhh,” Dale groaned, and Rob felt the hot load shooting inside him.
“Stay there,” Dale commanded, “Stay there until I’m gone.” Rob did as he was told, feeling the warm cum begin to drip from him as Dale left the room. Dale dressed quickly, and as he stood by the bedroom door, ready to leave, he called out one last instruction.
“Don’t look around. Just listen to me,” he said. Rob obeyed.
“If you’re going to run an ad like that, understand that lads like me are going to take it seriously.” Then he added something Rob hadn’t expected. After being firm up to that point, Dale’s tone softened.
“Thank you,” he said. “That was perfect. A perfect hole to dump my load. I’ll let myself out.”