A Rediscovery.
In college, horny and curious, I stumbled across an ad for a nude gay massage. I could of never been bold enough back then to seek out a gay encounter, although I craved it so. This seemed perfect, however, a professional. I could pay him to scratch that itch, to fill that need, without any kind of relationship. It was almost anonymous. It was perfect.
Some kind of a middle eastern man, about 10 years older, I could tell from the picture in the ad. For a young man from Orange County, he seemed sexy, sensual and kind of exotic. I imagined his hands on me, I craved it. I imagined that maybe I could touch him, too. Would I be too nervous? Would I be brave enough, even though I lusted for it?
That first time, driving to his address, getting out, walking to his door. My heart in my throat, just so nervous, but so driven. That was how badly I wanted it. My desires were stronger than all of that. So nervous, but so very excited! I knocked softly on his door, not wanting anyone else to know I was there. As if anyone was to see me, they would know that I craved sex with men, that I craved cock. The man in the picture opened the door and invited me in. Any doubt melted away. I think he could of got me to do anything if he had asked.
He told me to get undressed and to lay on the massage table. My heart raced as I noticed that he was undressing also. Oh, my yes, I thought, Oh, yes, please. I could not wait to see his naked body, his cock. As I layed down, I had to steal a glance. Hanging, soft, brown and beautiful. Ever since I was young and saw a "Playgirl" magazine, I just found soft, tan and dark cocks so alluring. Those pictures, that centerfold. A hairy man, big balls and and his hanging, soft dark toned cock hanging over them. I think it kind of wired me to be drawn to them. Impossible to explain. The allure, the beauty, the desire.
I was on my stomach, as he had directed. He started at my feet. My eyes went wide when I felt this manhood on the sole of one foot. It felt amazing and the sensation became ingrained in my brain. I knew in that moment that I would suck his cock if given the chance! His hands worked up my legs and inner thighs. I never really thought about wanting anal sex, but now I was ready for anything! His hands kneaded my ass, gently spreading my cheeks, exposing my opening, heightening my pleasure and desire. Moving up, rubbing my shoulders. Now, with him standing directly in front of me. I had to look, I had to try! I looked up to see his magnificent hanging dick just inches in front of me. I strained and craned my neck, eager to feel him on my lips, in my mouth. I took him in, I wrapped my lips around him and immediatelystarted to feel him get hard. What a sensation! What an incredible moment! My whole body felt a tingle, it seemed almost euphoric. Just so wonderful, just so right. I eagerly moved my mouth back and forth on him and felt the engorged head of his cock push against the back of my throat, filling it. It was just so sensual! My hands found his bare ass and caressed it, making him moan. Before I knew it, his body was shaking and his warm, thick jizz was flooding my mouth. I felt intoxicated. I was swallowing his cum without thinking, without processing what was happening. Dizzy, drunk on semen, he had me roll onto my back. I could feel my erection throbbing. It felt wet with precum. He expertly stroked me, bring me to the edge several times before making me shoot several thick ropes of my own cum across my chest. Much to his approval. I had never known such pleasure. I felt so spent and satisfied.
I would go to see him several more times. Each time I became more bold, each time progressing in lust and desires and experiences.
It was those memories that led me to see if he still had an ad, after all these years, when I found myself alone for the week. I recognized his picture immediately. I could feel those memories and desires stir. I could still feel his cock filling my mouth that first time. I could feel the rush of his load, the taste of his cum. I felt myself get a little dizzy all over again. Much older, much more sure of what I wanted, I called him and made an appointment.
A new location, but the same excitement washed over me. Funny, but this time I did not care if anyone saw me knock on his door. He looked exactly the same! We were both older, but it felt exactly the same. Except, this time would be different, I was bolder, clearer. After so many years, with few other male on male encounters, I knew what I wanted. I undressed in front of him, not hiding myself, not quickly moving to the massage table. Not stealing a glance at his cock, this time drinking him in, without shame. That same gorgeous, hanging, tan dick. I could feel my desires welling up inside me. That overpowering desire. I craved him, all of him and all of it. We stood, both nude and facing each other. I imagine he was waiting for me to lay down, but when I stepped forward, he did not stop me. I told him of our other encounters, years before. I told him how incredible they were. He smiled as I leaned closer. I remembered his lips, full and sensual. Kissing him was the biggest thrill back then. As I pressed my lips to his, I knew nothing had changed. I put my hands on his sides, I felt his ass. I felt his tongue deep in my mouth. I felt that dizzying tingle once more, like I had some many years before. As if my inhabitions and defenses were melting away and my legs became slightly weak. Being in the arms of a man, once again, I loved it and was so turned on.
"You have been here before?" Almost breathless, I said yes, a long time ago. He asked, "Do you like having sex with men?" I was kind of surprised by it. It caused me to pause. An admission, a realization, I told him, yes, yes I did. I had no doubt that my actions, excitement and erection had all ready given my answer, but it was wonderful to admit it, to tell him, to say it out loud. As our bodies pressed together, our cocks rubbed and touched. I moaned out as I kissed him again. Kissing another man of a certain age, having both grown up with these feelings and desires being so taboo, being told that we shouldn't, that we can' thave them. So a lusty thrill! "Do you want to suck my cock?" His accented words, so erotic, they resonated. It had taken years, but slowly, I realized that it was my biggest craving, my biggest lust. I had come to understand my deep, deep desire to be with and pleasure other men in the most intimate of ways.
As much for myself as for him, I kissed down his older, het still sensual body, his chest. I licked and gently sucked his nipples. I loved having it done to me, maybe he did too. Kissing down his belly, so eager to get to my knees. Kissing around his cock and balls, I found myself savoring the moment. Enjoying the whole event. His dick so wonderfully semi erect, he would give me the thrill once more of feeling him get hard inside my mouth. I kissed it passionately before enjoying his taste as his cock's tip passed my lips and I sucked him. How could there be so much pleasure in it? In that moment, I did not even care if hewere to suck me, or even touch me. Feeling him harden, pleasuring his beautiful, dark skinned cock, it was almost euphoric. The greatest sexual thrill of my life. My moans of ectasy surely told him exactly that. His soft words, "Ah, yes." Music to my ears. Pushing my mouth down his length more, I felt him so very wonderfully fill my cock starved throat. He touched the side of my face, like a lover would, before I stopped to catch my breath. "Mmmm," escaped my lips as I kissed and licked his gorgeous shaft. Tight, beautiful, smooth dark balls. I licked them tenderly, gently and breathed in his scent.
"Do you like to fuck?" I had dreamed of being used and gaped before. I had never taken cock, but already knew that he could have me, if he wanted. I answered with a soft, but firm, "Yes." I was not ready stop being on my knees for him, however. Gently turning him at the waist, he had to know my intention, my desire. His tan ass, still so shapely and firm, after all these years. I ran my hands over it, caressed it and kissed it. My pulse was pounding as I spread him open, giving me my first glimpse of his sexy, delicate opening. Ass can look so alluring, can't it? I had always thought so. Seeing a man's opening, up close,for the first time was no different. I ached with lust for it. I licked him without hesitation, without pause. Feeling him on my tongue, knowing it a fantasy come true. I moaned and made love to his hole with my mouth. His moans of pleasure spurred me on, until I heard the accented words, "I want to fuck."
I had imagined it before, even masturbated before, thinking of hard cock entering me. I stood and felt his hands guide me. Facing away from him now, leaned against the massage table. Yes, I did want this. I feared how it might feel, painfull, but it was just so wonderful. Tight and stretched, the pressure, the penetration, he pushed up inside me. He wonderfully slipped deep inside me. Pure pleasure, my hole felt meant for his cock. Years before I had tasted his cock, filling my mouth, now I felt his cock, filling my ass. I could only mutter, "Yes, yes," matching each of his thrusts. " Yes, yes," as I imgained his cum, shooting, spurting inside me. His own yes's, such a turn on. I could feel my precum dripping and flinging out. My body felt like one big raw nerve, electric and on edge. Senses heighten, ready for his cum, ready for my own orgasm. "Yes, cum inside me," my words surprised me. I was completely lost in the moment. I felt his hand run from my waist and slip down my hip. He gripped my cock. The feeling was indescribable. His breathing, my breathing, quickened, both so close. "Yes, yes," hips bucking, mouths opened, moans, oh yes, the moans. Did he cum first or did I? Was it at the same time? His hand expertly stroked out rope after rope for white, hot cum as his own filled my hole. My head tingled and fizzed. I felt intoxicated. It was amazing. I knew that I wanted to try it, that I had to try it, it was everything and more.
He pulled his softening cock out of me as I stood, almost trembling, weak in the knees. I turned, caressing his hips, overcome, I leaned i to him and our mouths met once more. "Lay down," he instructed me. On my back, he used just his finger tips to tease and entice me. Running them ups my legs, around my cock and across my chest and nipples. He dangled his hanging dick agonizingly close to my face. Fuck, I wanted it on my lips and in my mouth! I turned my head and moaned as I engulfed him. Maybe to both our surprise, I became as hard as stone again. Moaning and sucking his soft cock, I began to throb, like a teenager! He climbed onto the table, wanting his own ass filled, wanting to milk my cock once more. Men are so horny! He rode me as his soft cock slapped and danced, I was mesmerized, I feeling his body, his cock with my hands, I came again.
Spent, exhausted, we got dressed. As he walked me to the door, I saw another dsrk toned man disappear behind a corner. So bold now, certain of my passion, I asked if he ever joined join in. With a smile, he answered, "Sometimes."
Some kind of a middle eastern man, about 10 years older, I could tell from the picture in the ad. For a young man from Orange County, he seemed sexy, sensual and kind of exotic. I imagined his hands on me, I craved it. I imagined that maybe I could touch him, too. Would I be too nervous? Would I be brave enough, even though I lusted for it?
That first time, driving to his address, getting out, walking to his door. My heart in my throat, just so nervous, but so driven. That was how badly I wanted it. My desires were stronger than all of that. So nervous, but so very excited! I knocked softly on his door, not wanting anyone else to know I was there. As if anyone was to see me, they would know that I craved sex with men, that I craved cock. The man in the picture opened the door and invited me in. Any doubt melted away. I think he could of got me to do anything if he had asked.
He told me to get undressed and to lay on the massage table. My heart raced as I noticed that he was undressing also. Oh, my yes, I thought, Oh, yes, please. I could not wait to see his naked body, his cock. As I layed down, I had to steal a glance. Hanging, soft, brown and beautiful. Ever since I was young and saw a "Playgirl" magazine, I just found soft, tan and dark cocks so alluring. Those pictures, that centerfold. A hairy man, big balls and and his hanging, soft dark toned cock hanging over them. I think it kind of wired me to be drawn to them. Impossible to explain. The allure, the beauty, the desire.
I was on my stomach, as he had directed. He started at my feet. My eyes went wide when I felt this manhood on the sole of one foot. It felt amazing and the sensation became ingrained in my brain. I knew in that moment that I would suck his cock if given the chance! His hands worked up my legs and inner thighs. I never really thought about wanting anal sex, but now I was ready for anything! His hands kneaded my ass, gently spreading my cheeks, exposing my opening, heightening my pleasure and desire. Moving up, rubbing my shoulders. Now, with him standing directly in front of me. I had to look, I had to try! I looked up to see his magnificent hanging dick just inches in front of me. I strained and craned my neck, eager to feel him on my lips, in my mouth. I took him in, I wrapped my lips around him and immediatelystarted to feel him get hard. What a sensation! What an incredible moment! My whole body felt a tingle, it seemed almost euphoric. Just so wonderful, just so right. I eagerly moved my mouth back and forth on him and felt the engorged head of his cock push against the back of my throat, filling it. It was just so sensual! My hands found his bare ass and caressed it, making him moan. Before I knew it, his body was shaking and his warm, thick jizz was flooding my mouth. I felt intoxicated. I was swallowing his cum without thinking, without processing what was happening. Dizzy, drunk on semen, he had me roll onto my back. I could feel my erection throbbing. It felt wet with precum. He expertly stroked me, bring me to the edge several times before making me shoot several thick ropes of my own cum across my chest. Much to his approval. I had never known such pleasure. I felt so spent and satisfied.
I would go to see him several more times. Each time I became more bold, each time progressing in lust and desires and experiences.
It was those memories that led me to see if he still had an ad, after all these years, when I found myself alone for the week. I recognized his picture immediately. I could feel those memories and desires stir. I could still feel his cock filling my mouth that first time. I could feel the rush of his load, the taste of his cum. I felt myself get a little dizzy all over again. Much older, much more sure of what I wanted, I called him and made an appointment.
A new location, but the same excitement washed over me. Funny, but this time I did not care if anyone saw me knock on his door. He looked exactly the same! We were both older, but it felt exactly the same. Except, this time would be different, I was bolder, clearer. After so many years, with few other male on male encounters, I knew what I wanted. I undressed in front of him, not hiding myself, not quickly moving to the massage table. Not stealing a glance at his cock, this time drinking him in, without shame. That same gorgeous, hanging, tan dick. I could feel my desires welling up inside me. That overpowering desire. I craved him, all of him and all of it. We stood, both nude and facing each other. I imagine he was waiting for me to lay down, but when I stepped forward, he did not stop me. I told him of our other encounters, years before. I told him how incredible they were. He smiled as I leaned closer. I remembered his lips, full and sensual. Kissing him was the biggest thrill back then. As I pressed my lips to his, I knew nothing had changed. I put my hands on his sides, I felt his ass. I felt his tongue deep in my mouth. I felt that dizzying tingle once more, like I had some many years before. As if my inhabitions and defenses were melting away and my legs became slightly weak. Being in the arms of a man, once again, I loved it and was so turned on.
"You have been here before?" Almost breathless, I said yes, a long time ago. He asked, "Do you like having sex with men?" I was kind of surprised by it. It caused me to pause. An admission, a realization, I told him, yes, yes I did. I had no doubt that my actions, excitement and erection had all ready given my answer, but it was wonderful to admit it, to tell him, to say it out loud. As our bodies pressed together, our cocks rubbed and touched. I moaned out as I kissed him again. Kissing another man of a certain age, having both grown up with these feelings and desires being so taboo, being told that we shouldn't, that we can' thave them. So a lusty thrill! "Do you want to suck my cock?" His accented words, so erotic, they resonated. It had taken years, but slowly, I realized that it was my biggest craving, my biggest lust. I had come to understand my deep, deep desire to be with and pleasure other men in the most intimate of ways.
As much for myself as for him, I kissed down his older, het still sensual body, his chest. I licked and gently sucked his nipples. I loved having it done to me, maybe he did too. Kissing down his belly, so eager to get to my knees. Kissing around his cock and balls, I found myself savoring the moment. Enjoying the whole event. His dick so wonderfully semi erect, he would give me the thrill once more of feeling him get hard inside my mouth. I kissed it passionately before enjoying his taste as his cock's tip passed my lips and I sucked him. How could there be so much pleasure in it? In that moment, I did not even care if hewere to suck me, or even touch me. Feeling him harden, pleasuring his beautiful, dark skinned cock, it was almost euphoric. The greatest sexual thrill of my life. My moans of ectasy surely told him exactly that. His soft words, "Ah, yes." Music to my ears. Pushing my mouth down his length more, I felt him so very wonderfully fill my cock starved throat. He touched the side of my face, like a lover would, before I stopped to catch my breath. "Mmmm," escaped my lips as I kissed and licked his gorgeous shaft. Tight, beautiful, smooth dark balls. I licked them tenderly, gently and breathed in his scent.
"Do you like to fuck?" I had dreamed of being used and gaped before. I had never taken cock, but already knew that he could have me, if he wanted. I answered with a soft, but firm, "Yes." I was not ready stop being on my knees for him, however. Gently turning him at the waist, he had to know my intention, my desire. His tan ass, still so shapely and firm, after all these years. I ran my hands over it, caressed it and kissed it. My pulse was pounding as I spread him open, giving me my first glimpse of his sexy, delicate opening. Ass can look so alluring, can't it? I had always thought so. Seeing a man's opening, up close,for the first time was no different. I ached with lust for it. I licked him without hesitation, without pause. Feeling him on my tongue, knowing it a fantasy come true. I moaned and made love to his hole with my mouth. His moans of pleasure spurred me on, until I heard the accented words, "I want to fuck."
I had imagined it before, even masturbated before, thinking of hard cock entering me. I stood and felt his hands guide me. Facing away from him now, leaned against the massage table. Yes, I did want this. I feared how it might feel, painfull, but it was just so wonderful. Tight and stretched, the pressure, the penetration, he pushed up inside me. He wonderfully slipped deep inside me. Pure pleasure, my hole felt meant for his cock. Years before I had tasted his cock, filling my mouth, now I felt his cock, filling my ass. I could only mutter, "Yes, yes," matching each of his thrusts. " Yes, yes," as I imgained his cum, shooting, spurting inside me. His own yes's, such a turn on. I could feel my precum dripping and flinging out. My body felt like one big raw nerve, electric and on edge. Senses heighten, ready for his cum, ready for my own orgasm. "Yes, cum inside me," my words surprised me. I was completely lost in the moment. I felt his hand run from my waist and slip down my hip. He gripped my cock. The feeling was indescribable. His breathing, my breathing, quickened, both so close. "Yes, yes," hips bucking, mouths opened, moans, oh yes, the moans. Did he cum first or did I? Was it at the same time? His hand expertly stroked out rope after rope for white, hot cum as his own filled my hole. My head tingled and fizzed. I felt intoxicated. It was amazing. I knew that I wanted to try it, that I had to try it, it was everything and more.
He pulled his softening cock out of me as I stood, almost trembling, weak in the knees. I turned, caressing his hips, overcome, I leaned i to him and our mouths met once more. "Lay down," he instructed me. On my back, he used just his finger tips to tease and entice me. Running them ups my legs, around my cock and across my chest and nipples. He dangled his hanging dick agonizingly close to my face. Fuck, I wanted it on my lips and in my mouth! I turned my head and moaned as I engulfed him. Maybe to both our surprise, I became as hard as stone again. Moaning and sucking his soft cock, I began to throb, like a teenager! He climbed onto the table, wanting his own ass filled, wanting to milk my cock once more. Men are so horny! He rode me as his soft cock slapped and danced, I was mesmerized, I feeling his body, his cock with my hands, I came again.
Spent, exhausted, we got dressed. As he walked me to the door, I saw another dsrk toned man disappear behind a corner. So bold now, certain of my passion, I asked if he ever joined join in. With a smile, he answered, "Sometimes."
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