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Gay sex wuth old men

Gay sex wuth old men

How I became attracted to older men Part 1 from 1 Author: Michael Beaty This is an true story of how I became addicted to older men and the event that led to me sucking my first cock at the early age of This is my first attempt at writing and I will try to recreate the event as accurately as I can remember.

I am not a professional writer just a guy wanting to share his first bj experience. I was often told that I was an attractive guy that resembled the younger version of the county western singer Clint black. I felt that I was a good looking kid and I liked to flirt and flaunt my sex appeal. I was 19 years old and drudging my way through community college while working the midnight shift in a local convenience store. My ass was intentional snuggled firmly into my favorite pair of white Guess jean.

I refused to wear anything under them and often wondered if my dark brown hair or package was noticeable through the material. I guess I was a typical kid of that age who had a little bit of potential and a whole lot of cocky attitude. At the time I was living with my steady girlfriend in a tiny apartment.

I was not in love, but she was steady rent money and a quick, easy release for my over charged sex drive and super thrived sexual curiosity. At that age I had basically self-restricted my sexual adventures to heterosexual fun. I admit that I was a selfish boyfriend and really basked in the benefits of being a young stud. However, like most kids, when I was an earlier teenager I experimented a little with bi-sexuality. The nasty porn magazines with the pages all stuck together with dried cum.

I would continue to stroke them until my palms were fully drenched and cum dripped from my finger tips. There is not much to do when you work the midnight shift at a store in Dallas, Texas except get in trouble somehow.

I spent many of my early morning shifts jacking off in the storage room while browsing our wide selection of porn magazines that the store distributed. There was a camera in the backroom and I often wondered if anyone every reviewed the tapes. I secretly hoped that someone had watched them at some point. But, I thought I could leave most of that hard work to the dedicated morning shift.

I spent most of my available time on more personal entertainment, having trashy phone sex with strangers. You see our store was located just on the border of the controversial, artsy side of town. Other words, we were positioned next to the gay section of Dallas known as Oak Lawn. Each and every night I would get dozens of calls from primarily men.

These guys had frequented our store at some point and saw me behind the counter. I am a very social person and enjoy talking to everyone. Well, at 2AM after the bars had closed and the buzz had turned to drunk , these guys had only one topic to discuss, SEX!!! I was a horny young guy and had bad intensions mixed with kinky sexual curiosity. I enjoyed most any kinky sex, role playing and even voyeuring a buddy butt fuck my girlfriend after we arranged for her to have far too many Tequilas to drink.

I loved listening to these guys squirm as I would taunt them with seductive possibilities. I must admit that each conversion left me horny as hell and needing to jerk off.

Furthermore, I was starting to allow that old teenage sexual exploration to surface again in my hardening groin. I could spend hours on the phone teasing in a low, sexy, pleading voice describing my sexual desires to become the party favor at a gay sex orgy.

I pleaded to be tied face down on the kitchen table with my boxers yanked around my knees while blindfolded for complete strangers. I enjoyed describing how each guy would force his way in line to be the next cock pumping my tight little pink ass hole. Another favorite tease I often shared was a fantasy of how I had to suck off some son-of-bitch that was black mailing me with sexual exploration pictures of me engaged in fag sex.

All this teasing was done in jest and was just an outlet to kill the boredom during the lonely AM shift knowing full well it was basically bull-shit ramblings to a bunch of drunken masturbating perverts. My sexual appetite and insatiable curiosity started to control my better judgment.

I started to agree to casual hook-ups with a few of the more vocal, demanding types. For whatever reason, this personality trait was prominent in the older guys. I went with what I knew best from my past teenage bi-sexual experiences, hand jobs. I offered a few of the more nasty men a naughty, oiled up hand job. I told them to pick me up outside the store an hour or so before my 11PM shift and I promised a nice nut blowing orgasm in their car.

I met with several guys and I was really starting to enjoy myself again and realized the thought of a hard cock remained in my mind throughout the days. I started to receive several calls from a guy named Bill. He claimed to be 51 which would put him at least 32 my elder.

He went into full details of each and every dimension of his body. However, he made up for what he lacked in sophistication with a 7. His description made me chuckle because that is a fine size in my opinion and a full inch longer than mine when fully erect. He had a bad attitude and was in poor physical condition.

He was absolutely nothing that I would be attracted to and probably would be even a little on the gross side for my age. However, something about this guy just seemed to intrigue me and turn me on. I think the nasty wrongness of the whole situation is what made it so sexually appealing. We arranged to meet outside the store about 10 pm. I was actually off work that particular evening but, I liked to keep that a secret as it is a great excuse for me to return promptly. Bill was on time and drove up in a standard, clean, older model Ford pickup.

I walked to the passenger side window and as he lowered the glass. I quickly noticed he wore a pair of navy blue Dockers slacks with a black long sleeve shirt with the cuffs rolled at the wrists and the hem was untucked at the waist.

I climbed in the passenger seat and surveyed the situation. The truck was clean with a full single bench seat across the front. The dash had a long crack from the relentless Texas sun. He had a plastic tray holder on the floor and a 5th bottle of Jack Daniels in the cup resting spot. His grip was powerful and I felt he was trying to make a statement with it. He offered up his bottle of Jack. We took off in the truck down West Mockingbird Lane as I moved over closer to him on the bench seat.

He requested that I get naked as we drove. He said it was a short drive to where we were going. He wanted to see young body nude and the tight ass that he jerked off to nightly. I told him I was worried about the police busting me being nude. He just looked at me long and hard without much expression.

Hesitantly, I removed my shirt and pants and sat them on the floor. His eyes penetrated my body up and down. We both continued to hit his bottle with some reckless abandonment.

Surprisingly, he snatched up my pants and placed them on the dash as is they were a trophy of his accomplishment. The windows were down from our earlier introduction when I approached the truck. The night breeze felt soothing on my aroused, engorged skin and the whiskey buzz had really started to loosen up the atmosphere. I leaned into him and started to rub his leg and squeezed his crotch while whispering sexy trash as he drove.

I unzipped his pants and lowered them enough to get hand access to his cock and balls. His cock was long and hung limp at least the He had a large mushroom shaped head that was partially hidden by his uncut foreskin. His balls were large and floated in the ample room of the sack that old men seem to acquire through many years of gravity.

I gripped his cock and began to stroke him with while my imagination lusted to see him fully erect. This was the first time that I had been completely naked in front of one of my hookups. My nervous were tense with excitement and my cock was rock hard. He enjoyed stroking my bare back as I leaned in closer to be near him. My heart raced as I stroked his hard cock on the open road.

He changed lanes from right to left in order to pass a slow moving car. I stopped masturbating him and reached for my clothes. He grabbed my hand and returned it to his cock reassured me that is was dark, just relax and stay low. I crotched down as he placed his firm grip over my hand and began to methodically masturbate himself with my hand.

I have no idea if the driver noticed me hunched over in his bare lap or not, but I felt totally exposed and I was completely lost in the lust of the moment. We shared this hide and seek ritual threw several red lights and past a few sight seers in the slow lane.

Soon, we turned into a large parking lot. The space was adjacent to storefront buildings at each entrance and a 24x7 adult book store nestled into the center. This area is known for late night activity of hookers, porn stores and drug dealers. Bill parked the truck along a chain linked fence. He released the seat and slid it back for more comfort.

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Gay sex wuth old men

How I became attracted to older men Part 1 from 1 Author: Michael Beaty This is an true story of how I became addicted to older men and the event that led to me sucking my first cock at the early age of This is my first attempt at writing and I will try to recreate the event as accurately as I can remember. I am not a professional writer just a guy wanting to share his first bj experience. I was often told that I was an attractive guy that resembled the younger version of the county western singer Clint black.

I felt that I was a good looking kid and I liked to flirt and flaunt my sex appeal. I was 19 years old and drudging my way through community college while working the midnight shift in a local convenience store. My ass was intentional snuggled firmly into my favorite pair of white Guess jean. I refused to wear anything under them and often wondered if my dark brown hair or package was noticeable through the material.

I guess I was a typical kid of that age who had a little bit of potential and a whole lot of cocky attitude. At the time I was living with my steady girlfriend in a tiny apartment. I was not in love, but she was steady rent money and a quick, easy release for my over charged sex drive and super thrived sexual curiosity. At that age I had basically self-restricted my sexual adventures to heterosexual fun.

I admit that I was a selfish boyfriend and really basked in the benefits of being a young stud. However, like most kids, when I was an earlier teenager I experimented a little with bi-sexuality. The nasty porn magazines with the pages all stuck together with dried cum. I would continue to stroke them until my palms were fully drenched and cum dripped from my finger tips.

There is not much to do when you work the midnight shift at a store in Dallas, Texas except get in trouble somehow. I spent many of my early morning shifts jacking off in the storage room while browsing our wide selection of porn magazines that the store distributed. There was a camera in the backroom and I often wondered if anyone every reviewed the tapes. I secretly hoped that someone had watched them at some point. But, I thought I could leave most of that hard work to the dedicated morning shift.

I spent most of my available time on more personal entertainment, having trashy phone sex with strangers. You see our store was located just on the border of the controversial, artsy side of town. Other words, we were positioned next to the gay section of Dallas known as Oak Lawn. Each and every night I would get dozens of calls from primarily men. These guys had frequented our store at some point and saw me behind the counter.

I am a very social person and enjoy talking to everyone. Well, at 2AM after the bars had closed and the buzz had turned to drunk , these guys had only one topic to discuss, SEX!!! I was a horny young guy and had bad intensions mixed with kinky sexual curiosity. I enjoyed most any kinky sex, role playing and even voyeuring a buddy butt fuck my girlfriend after we arranged for her to have far too many Tequilas to drink.

I loved listening to these guys squirm as I would taunt them with seductive possibilities. I must admit that each conversion left me horny as hell and needing to jerk off. Furthermore, I was starting to allow that old teenage sexual exploration to surface again in my hardening groin. I could spend hours on the phone teasing in a low, sexy, pleading voice describing my sexual desires to become the party favor at a gay sex orgy.

I pleaded to be tied face down on the kitchen table with my boxers yanked around my knees while blindfolded for complete strangers. I enjoyed describing how each guy would force his way in line to be the next cock pumping my tight little pink ass hole. Another favorite tease I often shared was a fantasy of how I had to suck off some son-of-bitch that was black mailing me with sexual exploration pictures of me engaged in fag sex.

All this teasing was done in jest and was just an outlet to kill the boredom during the lonely AM shift knowing full well it was basically bull-shit ramblings to a bunch of drunken masturbating perverts.

My sexual appetite and insatiable curiosity started to control my better judgment. I started to agree to casual hook-ups with a few of the more vocal, demanding types. For whatever reason, this personality trait was prominent in the older guys. I went with what I knew best from my past teenage bi-sexual experiences, hand jobs. I offered a few of the more nasty men a naughty, oiled up hand job.

I told them to pick me up outside the store an hour or so before my 11PM shift and I promised a nice nut blowing orgasm in their car. I met with several guys and I was really starting to enjoy myself again and realized the thought of a hard cock remained in my mind throughout the days. I started to receive several calls from a guy named Bill. He claimed to be 51 which would put him at least 32 my elder.

He went into full details of each and every dimension of his body. However, he made up for what he lacked in sophistication with a 7.

His description made me chuckle because that is a fine size in my opinion and a full inch longer than mine when fully erect. He had a bad attitude and was in poor physical condition. He was absolutely nothing that I would be attracted to and probably would be even a little on the gross side for my age.

However, something about this guy just seemed to intrigue me and turn me on. I think the nasty wrongness of the whole situation is what made it so sexually appealing. We arranged to meet outside the store about 10 pm. I was actually off work that particular evening but, I liked to keep that a secret as it is a great excuse for me to return promptly. Bill was on time and drove up in a standard, clean, older model Ford pickup. I walked to the passenger side window and as he lowered the glass.

I quickly noticed he wore a pair of navy blue Dockers slacks with a black long sleeve shirt with the cuffs rolled at the wrists and the hem was untucked at the waist. I climbed in the passenger seat and surveyed the situation. The truck was clean with a full single bench seat across the front. The dash had a long crack from the relentless Texas sun.

He had a plastic tray holder on the floor and a 5th bottle of Jack Daniels in the cup resting spot. His grip was powerful and I felt he was trying to make a statement with it.

He offered up his bottle of Jack. We took off in the truck down West Mockingbird Lane as I moved over closer to him on the bench seat. He requested that I get naked as we drove.

He said it was a short drive to where we were going. He wanted to see young body nude and the tight ass that he jerked off to nightly. I told him I was worried about the police busting me being nude.

He just looked at me long and hard without much expression. Hesitantly, I removed my shirt and pants and sat them on the floor. His eyes penetrated my body up and down. We both continued to hit his bottle with some reckless abandonment.

Surprisingly, he snatched up my pants and placed them on the dash as is they were a trophy of his accomplishment. The windows were down from our earlier introduction when I approached the truck. The night breeze felt soothing on my aroused, engorged skin and the whiskey buzz had really started to loosen up the atmosphere.

I leaned into him and started to rub his leg and squeezed his crotch while whispering sexy trash as he drove. I unzipped his pants and lowered them enough to get hand access to his cock and balls. His cock was long and hung limp at least the He had a large mushroom shaped head that was partially hidden by his uncut foreskin.

His balls were large and floated in the ample room of the sack that old men seem to acquire through many years of gravity.

I gripped his cock and began to stroke him with while my imagination lusted to see him fully erect. This was the first time that I had been completely naked in front of one of my hookups. My nervous were tense with excitement and my cock was rock hard. He enjoyed stroking my bare back as I leaned in closer to be near him. My heart raced as I stroked his hard cock on the open road.

He changed lanes from right to left in order to pass a slow moving car. I stopped masturbating him and reached for my clothes. He grabbed my hand and returned it to his cock reassured me that is was dark, just relax and stay low. I crotched down as he placed his firm grip over my hand and began to methodically masturbate himself with my hand.

I have no idea if the driver noticed me hunched over in his bare lap or not, but I felt totally exposed and I was completely lost in the lust of the moment. We shared this hide and seek ritual threw several red lights and past a few sight seers in the slow lane. Soon, we turned into a large parking lot.

The space was adjacent to storefront buildings at each entrance and a 24x7 adult book store nestled into the center. This area is known for late night activity of hookers, porn stores and drug dealers. Bill parked the truck along a chain linked fence. He released the seat and slid it back for more comfort.

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