From: dscott dscott1947@carolina.rr.com
Copyright 2007 by Dwight Scott
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Mature Play
This is something that was building. It started when I was 14 and would hitch-hike from one place to another. George was a teacher at a School and lived up the road from my house. He often gave me rides and we became "friends". He was about 10 years older than me and he was a volunteer fire fighter. One day he says he needs to stop at the Parochial School where he taught. He invites me in and gets a package and shows me the contents. This is 1960's and hairy pussies were not something you saw often. After about 10 pictures he says that they make him hot. He says I know you're hard and he whips out his dick and starts to play with it. I look over and of course it is much bigger than mine with a lot of hair. He touches my dick over my pants, and he tells me to take it out and play with it -- it's OK, I did. The pictures turned me on, but seeing his dick in his hand also had an affect on me. He had a red bush and his dick was cut like mine and his balls were full of hair. I was only fourteen and my body hair was not that much. I remember it like it was yesterday. He reaches over and starts to play with me. I was frozen. This was the first time this happened to me as an adult.
He started to jerk me faster and he asked if I was ready to shoot. In those days the quantity and distance were pretty good and he brought me to orgasm in no time. I shot my load and told me to do the same to him. I had never jerked off -- I had always humped something. This was a new experience in many ways. I did the same to him, he shot but not as far as me. He praised my power and said that he was not as "strong" as me. It appealed to my "manhood".
We would "bump" into each other and -- we would go to the back of the school or the firehouse where it was private and easy for us to play with each other. After awhile, he left the pretense of pictures and just said, you want to stop at the School/firehouse. Most time I said yes. I was getting my share of tits and pussy from girls and rationalized that this was just fun and no one was getting hurt. I did not know what being Bi was all about -- I'm not sure the term was even invented yet. Since I was masturbating many times a day, I would waffle between wondering if I was gay to realizing that anyone who plays with my dick was going to be my good friend until I came.
Soon he would soon start giving me wonderful blowjobs. I would jerk him off but not blow him. We would rub our dicks together to get us hard, although I was hard in seconds on the way to our destination. It was not uncommon, when I came home from school to seek him out and he never let me down -- he was always game for a good blowjob and I got to play with his dick.
Now 25 years later, I'm divorced and I start to think of these times as I jerk off. With the Internet now I am able to see and read about experiences like the ones I've had and the ones I am thinking about more and more.
I locate a site and meet a guy here in Charlotte and we e-mail and then meet. We talk about our experiences and how much we are turned on by a cock even though we both like to look at, eat and make love to a pussy.
We meet at his house and get undressed. Here are these two 56+ guys with grey hair on their dicks and they are hard. We instinctively rub ourselves as we watch the other. We walk close together and rub our dicks together -- suddenly I think about all those times at the firehouse and I smile to myself. It feels just as good. He takes mine in his hand and I take his. There is nothing like a warm semi-hard dick growing bigger and harder in your hand.
We climb onto the bed and get in a 69 position to play with each other for awhile and he says he wants to do me first and then he wants me to play with him. He proceeds to rub, jerk and message me to a wonderful hardon as he talks about how hard he is and how much he is enjoying this. I answer that this is extremely hot for me as well and he then starts to lick my shaft and then my tip.
He said he loves to suck cock and proceeds to give me the most wonderful and masterful blow job. We both agree that we are not going to come in each other's mouths and I tell him when I am close. He then proceeds to stoke my dick and message my balls until I shoot harder than I done in years. It was a wonderful complete orgasm.
I look up and he is sitting there, hard and ready for me. With the same intensity, I proceed to play with him. I then take the major step beyond which I had never crossed. I licked and then took his dick into my mouth.
It was warm and enjoyable. I then put all my effort into making sure that I licked his shaft, played with his tip with my tongue and brought him to the same point as he did for me. As the appointed time, I stroked him to a wonderful orgasm and we smiled.
We were absolutely hooked on this and planned to do it again -- soon.