MY OLDER MAN
Last fall, when I was starting my graduate studies at NYUfilm school, I found myself sexually frustrated and unhappy with the guys I was meeting. The sex was OK, but nothing really special. I think that's kind of understandable because, after all, we were mostly all in our early 20s and notvery experienced. Plus, if I was to be really honest, the guys I met (andI include myself here) were kind of immature and unworldly. We barely knew whowe were, let alone capable of thoughtful, meaningful and satisfying sexual relationships.
I guess that's why I have always found myself sexually drawnto older men. I had never been with someone more than a few years older thanme. But older guys seemed attractive to me. I'm not sure why, but I was reallycurious about what it would be like to be with an older man. I don't meanancient, of course, but I think there is something incredibly magnetic about a maturehandsome man who is in his 50s. A guy of that age would be down to earth,mature and sexually knowledgeable, right? They would have so much experience, would know who they are, and would be beyond the petty insecurities that young guys like me are all so much about. I mean, really, so many of guys myage don't seem to know who they are. They don't know what real intimacy is allabout and, fuck, they can't even have a conversation. And really, let's admitit, sex lasts about 10 minutes. There must be something better out there.
I was about to leave New York for a semesterabroad at a London film school, but wanted to work through this confusion. I knew I was curious about older men, so Idecided to explore maybe finding someone like that I could talk to and maybe gofrom there. And I wanted to do this before I went to London because, maybe, Iwould have the confidence to explore older guys there, too.
From the safety of my phone, I changed the age setting in myManhunt membership so that I would only see profiles of guys over 50. Usually,I had excluded guys that old, thinking they were trolls. Previously, older guyson Manhunt would chat me up which would kinda freak me out. I would block themand be rid of them. But now, I purposely restricted my search so that I wouldonly see older men. Maybe there was someone cool and mature worth talking to. Ihad nothing to lose. Besides, if it got strange I could block them and closethe app. And if nothing happened or even if something disastrous occurred, Iwould scurry off to London and get away.
Manhunt works pretty well for searching--well,hunting!--because it lets you set a lot of search preferences to zero in onexactly what you're looking for. I set the target age between 50 and 60. Nowdon't get me wrong—I don't necessarily think that anyone over 60 is too old,but I kind of had in mind someone a tad younger than that. I set bodypreference to be average or better. I didn't set any specific ethnicity--hey,I'm open to all types. As for sexual preference, I chose top. I wanted to finda true and total top who knew what he was doing in bed, who was confident inwho he was, and who was searching for me: a solid handsome young bottom.
Here's how I updated my profile:
Profile Headline: JonJ Profile Text: I am a 22 year-old film studentlooking to meet a mature top man over 50 who knows what he's doing. Is thatyou? I am a bottom and I'm open to new experiences, fun and safe hotness.Please be DDF and cool. Don't be lame. Position: Bottom Build: Slim Ethnicity: White Hair: Brown Eyes: Brown Height: 5' 8" Cock: 6 (cut) HIV Status: Negative Place: Host or Travel Availability: Ask Me Intos: 1 on 1, Dad/Son, Friends, Fuck Buddy, Kissing, No PNP, No strings, Roleplaying, Safer only, Straight/bi, Sucking
I tried to make myself sound confident and not juvenile. Ididn't want guys thinking I was stupid. I posted a picture of myself that waspurposefully a bit blurry and vague. I wanted to discourage guys who stealpics. I'm not sure what I expected. Mostly, it was kind of like play acting. Imean I was sitting on my couch from the safety of my apartment. I had noworries. I could chat all I wanted with guys, and at any time I could simplyturn it off and disappear from cyberspace. I was safe, protected from predatorsand liars and strange guys with diseases. But what the hell . . . I was hornyand curious and thinking more and more about it.
As soon as I updated my profile and narrowed my search forthe age and kind of guy I was looking for, my screen refreshed and I wasgreeted by a dozen thumbnail pictures of older men. This was a turn off. Theylooked old! I mean really old. They all had to be lying about their ages. Theylooked out of shape and appeared to be meth addicts. Some we're showing oftheir cocks and armpits. A real turnoff. This was a mistake. I scrolled downthe screen. There had to be someone who was halfway decent. But, no. I was gladI was cruising Manhunt anonymously. After a while I got discouraged and turnedit off.
I made myself some dinner and started to feel sorry formyself. All I wanted was someone I could talk to, someone real and true thatwould listen to me and, hopefully, set me straight and make me satisfied byfucking my brains out in a way that showed they actually cared if I got off. Iwatched an old movie, which was a class assignment, and wrote a one-pagesummary on it. It was getting late. I smoked a small bowl got in bed, and wasabout to crash. But first, just for thehell of it, I checked Manhunt again and saw that I had a message!
It said: "Hi. You're handsome. And niceprofile. Check out mine and let me know if you're interested. Weshould grab a drink sometime. If not, no worries."
I clicked on the photo next to his message andit brought me to his full profile:
Profile Headline: BradDad Profile Text: I'm an experienced and aggressive bi top looking for a coolyounger guy who likes men my age. You should be 21-28 years old, inshape, a bottom, know what you want, and not into games. Safe NSA playonly. I visit NYC often so this could be a regular thing. Chat me up. Age: 55 Position: Top Build: Average Ethnicity: White Hair: Salt & Pepper Eyes: Brown Height: 5' 9" Cock: 7.5 (cut) HIV Status: Negative Place: Host Availability: Ask Me Intos: 1 on 1, Dad/Son, Friends, Fuck Buddy, Kissing, No PNP, No strings, Roleplaying, Safer only, Straight/bi, Sucking
He was pretty decent and good looking. Notan Adonis or anything like that. Mostly, he just looked like a normalman. His profile was solid, informative, and normal. He soundedcomfortable in preferring younger guys. There was nothing flashy about him, andhis profile didn't have the usual smell of lying about it. He had twoother public photos of himself in his profile, and they were pretty cool andaverage, too. One was of him standing outside somewhere, I think apark. And the other one was him with his shirt off. He had a decentbody, though it didn't look gym built. He looked a little younger than55. The most amazing thing that got my attention is that our "intos" wereidentical. Damn!
Mostly, his profile and message didn't make me feelthreatened. I didn't have the usual alarms going off in my head that toldme to keep away. He just seemed like a regular normal guy. Nothingparticularly special. Nothing weird. He didn't seem to be sugarcoating who he was. A cool average guy. I liked that his messagedidn't say "Let's fuck" or something like that. His casualinvitation (at least I read it that way) to "grab a drink" was non-threatening. He didn't seem to be looking to just jump in the sack. That he wanted to have adrink with me said a lot. He wasn't clearly wasn't alet's-fuck-and-never-see-each-other-again kind of guy. He had myattention.
What the hell. There was nothing to worry about. Just me and my phone. I could always ignore or block him at anytime.
I clicked reply and wrote him back: "Hi.Thanks for writing. You sound pretty chill. What's up?" I looked athis photos again and pictured what it would be like to be with someone who waspretty much as old as my dad. I stared at his eyes and tried to get asense of him.
In like 10 seconds the app showed that I hadanother message. It was from him! I wrote him back and then hewrote me back and it went on for a while. Here's the message exchange:
Him: Hey, thanks for writing back! Nice of you. Me: No prob. Doesn't take energy to bepolite, right? Him: That's true, but not everyone on Manhunt isnice. Glad you are. Me: Thanks. What's up? Him: Checking out the scene to see if there anycool guys worth meeting. Me: You mean other than me? LOL Him: You seem worth meeting. Me: I bet you say that to all the guys! Him: Actually, no. Manhunt kind ofsucks. Just a bunch of liars on here. Me: That's true. Him: Do you ever get lucky here? Me: Rarely. Him: I like your profile. I don't see manyyoung guys here that are open to meeting older guys. Me: I am open to it. Him: Is that what you prefer? Older guys, Imean? Me: I don't know what I prefer, to behonest. I've just been thinking about it a lot lately. Him: Why? Me: I don't know exactly. Him: That's cool. I don't mean to pry. Me: No worries. Him: I'm Brad. Me: Jon. Him: Nice to meet you, Jon. Real name? Me: Yeah. Convenient, huh? Him: Brad's not my real name. Gotta be careful. Me: What is your real name? Him: I'll tell you if we get to know eachbetter. Is that OK? Me: I guess so. Him: Whew, OK. So I guess you are coolwith my profile. About me liking younger guys. Me: Yeah. I'm curious about it too. Him: What are you curious about? Me: I don't know. Maybe what it would be like. Him: Do you have a boyfriend? Me: No. Him: Surprising. You seem really nice andare incredibly handsome. Me: Thanks! Flattery will get youeverywhere. LOL Him: Just saying. Me: What part of town do you live in? Him: You mean New York City? I don't live there. Me: Where? Him: New Mexico Me: Are you here now? Him: No. But I will be in NYC next week. I am there aboutthree or four days every month. Me: OK. That's cool. Why are you here so often? Him: Business. And meet cool guys like you. :) Me: Good answer. Ha! Him: Tell me more about yourself. Maybe I should go first. Me: OK. Why? Him: Get this out of the way--I'm married. Me: To a man or a woman? Him: To a woman. Me: Oh Him: We can stop sending messages now if you want. Me: No, that's OK. Just hadn't figured that. Does your wifeknow? Him: No. Go on--you can ask me anything you want. Me: Do you have kids? Him: Yes, four. Me: Wow! Him: I'm not a terrible person or a bad husband or a bad father. I justlike being with guys now and then. I'm very careful. Very discreet. Me: OK. I can deal with that. Him: Really? Tell me now before we keep talking here. Me: We can keep talking. Him: Thanks. So that's what I wanted to be up front about. Tell me aboutyou. Me: What do you want to know? Him: Stuff that's not in your profile. Can you unlock your privatepictures, BTW? Me: I will, as long as you do the same. Him: Of course! Me: OK cool. So what else do you want to know? Him: Why are you interested in older guys? Ever been with one? Me: Not yet. But very curious about it for some reason. Him: What reason would that be? Me: I'm not sure, to be honest. Guys my age don't seem very smart orsexually interesting. Him: You may be right. I'm very experienced, as you might imagine. Me: Yeah, that's definitely a turn on. Him: Is your dick hard right now? Me: Yes. Him: That's a good sign. I have to sign off. Are youinterested in meeting me when I'm in NYC next week? Me: I think so. Him: I'll take that as a yes, for now. We'll chat more here but Ihave to go. I'll unlock my photos. Me: Thanks, me too. Him: It's been really nice talking with you. You seem like a really cooland normal guy. Me: You, too.
I signed off and immediately started jacking. I wasn'tquite sure why I was so turned on, but I was. I was hard as a rock andtotally ready to blow. I pumped by bone furiously, thinking about Bradand what it would be like to be with him, which seemed somehowobtainable. Our conversation via message was nice, easy, not perverted oranything like that. We hadn't even talked sex. Here was a normalsecure guy who didn't seem in any rush to convince me of anything. Heseemed real, human and, I don't know, just normal. That he was marriedand had kids really turned me on for some reason. It meant he was a true manwho had obviously had a lot of sex and he liked to fuck. I bet he had areally awesome masculine technique, an average American masculine man. IfI ever met him, I wondered how he would fuck me. I kept thinking of himas I pumped my cock and blew a huge load.
Exhausted and excited, I went to bed thinking ofhim.
Over the next several days I received more messages fromBrad, or whatever his name would turn out to be. I never felt he waspushy. He was sexually curious, but nothing overtly creepy. Mostly, Ifelt he took an interest in me, that he was actually sort of listening. After quite a few exchanges he again asked if I was interested in meeting him whenhe came to town. He said he was busy during days, but that it would"cool to have a drink at a bar down the street" after a businessdinner he had Thursday. He said, "Let's check each other outin a safe public kind a way and we can go from there. Let's keep itloose." I could relate to that because that's exactly what I wanted.I wanted safety and protection from something that could be potentiallydangerous, let's admit it. Meeting up with random guys in a hotel room orsomething like that was a set up for just about anything. NSAs like thatcould result in the guy having a gun or a large scary friend with him. Orhe could turn out to be nothing like his profile and picture, like maybe a fat85-year-old. Scary. But meeting him casually in a nonthreateningenvironment? I was game.
So, on Thursday, I met him at the Monkey Bar, ahopping bar on east 54th. I would be dishonest if I didn't admit to beingnervous. I mean really nervous, even though I was meeting him in a safeway.
I was a little late because I didn't know what to expect butwanted to be ready for whatever happened. I didn't get the impression he was alet's-fuck-now kind of guy, but on the chance that it could go that way Iwanted to be perfect for him. Better to be prepared, right? So I took a longshower and really scrubbed well. I shaved my cock and ass extra smooth, and Igave myself two lightly soapy enemas to make myself especially clean. I gotdressed and undressed twice and still wasn't sure I was dressed right. I wantedto be sharp but still casual.
All this made me a bit late. I got to the bar at 10:15. I saw him immediatelywhen I walked in. He was in a booth toward the back. He waved and I made my wayto him. As I walked toward him I saw right away that he was much better lookingthan his photos. It was gratifying that he hadn't lied about himself inhis profile. He was just as tall as he'd said he was, about 5' 9" Ithink. True, he wasn't a giant, but he wasn't a shrimp either. Helooked pretty fit, although he did look a little soft in the belly. Hewasn't overweight; he was just a man. His hair was lightly greying. Hewas definitely a handsome man, with large eyes and vibrant sexy presence abouthim. I was immediately attracted to him.
He stood up as I approached the table and extended his hand.He said, "Jon, so great to meet you. I've been looking forward to this allday."
"Me, too," I said and shook his hand.
His handshake was firm and sensual. He held on to me for a long moment andlooked me straight in the eye as he said, "Damn you are a good lookingman." After what felt like an eternity I didn't want to end, he said,"Sit, please. I hope you don't mind I got started without you, but Iordered you a drink."
I sat across from him and saw that, sure enough, a drink was ready for me.
"It's a dry gin martini," he said.
"That's my drink," I said, impressed. "How'd you know?"
"Just guessed, but in our chats I kinda figured you were a martini guy. Ilike figuring guys out. If I was wrong, I would have enjoyed turning you on toit. Either way, I couldn't lose."
He took a sip of his drink, which looked to be the same asmine. I did the same. "Thanks," I said.
"You're nervous, aren't you?" he asked.
"Sorta," I said.
"Yeah, me too," he said, although he didn't seem it. He had a verycasual and comfortable way about him that didn't seem the slightest bitnervous. "Any time I meet someone like you for the first time I get veryanxious."
"You do this a lot then, I guess?"
"Not at all," he said. "I'm careful as hell. I have to be, ifyou know what I mean. I have to be very discreet."
"'Cause you're married," I said.
"Yes," he said. "I'm open about it. I told you right away thefirst time we chatted, right? You think I'm a terrible person?"
"Not at all. I'm curious about it, is all. You don't get enough sex athome?"
"Actually, my wife and I have a lot of sex," he said. "Amazing,really. Even after all this time. But every now and then I like the excitementof a man. I can't help it."
"I get it," I said, and took another drink. The martini tasted great.
"So do you think I'm too old for you?"
I didn't hesitate. "No."
"Does being here with me excite you?"
"Yes."
"Why? Why are you interested in an old man like me? I'm old enough toeasily be your father."
"I don't think 55 is old. It's what I have wanted for a long time."
"Why? Sexually, I mean, what turns you on about it?"
"Something about being with a very experienced guy. And that you'remarried, and have kids like you say, you must be really good in bed."
He smiled at me and took a drink. "More than good," he said, the heasked, "Does that turn you on?"
I felt my cock growing in my pants. "Definitely."
He leaned over closer to me and said, "I like being with younger guys likeyou. I'm not a pedophile or anything like that. When I do this, I only meetguys who are over 21. Young hot guys like you taste good. They taste goodeverywhere, their lips, their cock, their skin, their hole. If we see eachother in private I will make you hornier than you've ever been before. But weboth need to go into this with eyes open, if you know what I mean. Right?"
I felt warm all over. Maybe it was the martini. Or maybe it was his directness."Right," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.
He said, "I have a very hard time finding handsome young men like you whoare open to older guys, and I'm very picky. Very choosy. You must have a lot ofboyfriends."
"I don't," I said.
"No way," he said. "You are so good looking."
"Thanks," I said.
I felt his foot touch my leg. "Is this OK," he asked. "Does thismake you nervous?" His foot caressed my leg on the side of my calf, gentlytouching me, as if it was his hand.
I closed my eyes for a moment and said, "It feels good."
"Listen," he said, "if you're up for it, we can go back to myhotel room right now. It's just across the street. No pressure, Jon, really,but I would really like it."
I heard myself say, "Me, too."
He paid the bill and I followed him out of the bar and across the street, justas he said, to his very nice hotel. As we walked through the lobby I felt as ifeveryone was looking at us, as if they knew we were going to his room to havesex, that they judged us for our ages and thought very terrible things aboutus. I trailed behind him and started to feel really crummy.
He must have sensed my worry, because he stopped and put his arm over myshoulder. "Don't worry," he said. "They just think you're myson." He was right. No one was paying us any mind.
We walked down a quiet hallway to the bank of elevators. He pushed the upbutton. As we waited, he put his mouth to my ear and whispered, "Are yousure this is what you want? You can leave right now. I want you to stay, butit's important that you want it, too. You need to want it more than I do, even.Because beyond this point you'll be my boy and I'll take you places you'venever imagined. Tell me that's what you want. Tell me you want this. I want tohear you say it out loud. Say it."
His words were intoxicating. "Yes," I said. "I want this. Ifucking want it."
As he said, "Me, too," the elevator opened, we stepped inside, hepushed his floor's button, and the door skid closed upon us, leaving us aloneas the elevator started a slow crawl to heaven.
That's when he pushed me gently against the elevator wall and leaned into me,pressing his body against mine and kissed me. He was aggressive, but not in aviolent way. His opened his lips and kissed me softly, with passion andmoistness. I was surprised by his directness and how quickly he was uponme. "Open your mouth more," he said, and I did. Then I felt histongue come into my mouth, a fine wet soft tongue that was so sexy, parting mylips as if he was showing me how he was going to explore my ass with hiscock. Oh god. It was a long slow kiss, one that said so much, that he wasloving me and taking me and possessing me. It was a kiss of angels, rocking mysoul, and I returned his embrace, snaking our tongues together. I slid mytongue into his mouth, too, and he tasted fantastic. I needed to take a breathbut he was not releasing me from this first important kiss. He sucked gently onmy mouth and lapped at my life. The kiss was more than a kiss. It was astatement to tell me that I was his. I was immediately under his power. I wantedhim so much. I didn't care that he was smothering me. I felt his hardness pushagainst me and it felt big. Finally, just as I thought he was taking all mylife forces, the elevator opened and he released me. I felt my legs go soft.
Feeling light headed, I floated out of the elevator afterhim and to his room at the end of the hall. The door opened to a fabuloushotel suite that was definitely nicer than my apartment. A floor to ceilingwindow displayed a breathtaking panorama of the New York skyline. I wasmagnetically drawn to the window, walking over to it and placing my hand on theglass.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" I heard Bradsay.
"It's awesome," I said. Then Ifelt him behind me, pressing his body against mine and wrapping his handsaround me. I felt his face against my neck and he kissed me gentlythere. "You smell good," he said.
His lips on my neck made me swoon. Iclosed my eyes and bent my head as he continued to kiss me. I felt histongue lick my neck. He nibbled me gently. "You tastefantastic," he said, then continued to lick and kiss my neck. Hishands explored my chest, pulling my shirt up and running his hands lightly overmy abdomen, touching me softly, flicking my nipples. He pulled me closerto him and even though we were still dressed I could feel his hard cock pushagainst my ass. Even if I had pretended not to be turned on my cock betrayedme--it was rock hard and straining inside my jeans. His hand moved to my crotchand, as he continued to kiss and lick my neck, he ran his hands over mybulge. "That's the way I like my men," he said. "Ilike them always horny, always hard, always begging for my touch, always wantingto cum." From behind, while still kissing my neck and gently licking in myear, he unbuttoned my shirt and placed his soft warm hand on me. It feltamazing. He caressed my chest and played with my nipples. I feltmyself floating away somewhere. "Does this feel good, Jon?" he asked.
I manage to say, "Yes," and I turned around so we could kiss.
I could get drunk on his lips, that's how good a kisser he was. In fact, it wasmore like making love to my mouth than kissing. He kissed in slow motion,as if he were molding me, loving, licking my tongue, exploring the inside of mymouth, sucking the life out of me and replacing it with his soul. Imelted into him, wanted him to kiss me forever. I'd never been kissedthis way, never knew that it could be so sensual, so erotic, could make me sodrunk. I think I loved him already. I wanted this every day. I didn't even care if we did anything else or if things would turn to sex,that's how good it was to be kissed by him, to be possessed by his mouth. Hetasted better than anything I've ever eaten.
My shirt dropped to the floor and, while he sucked on my tongue, he had mypants unbuckled, unzipped and dropped in one amazing smooth move. It waslike his hand was a ninja, that he had performed magic with my pants, barelytouching them before they slid down my legs. Then he slipped his hand in myboxers and cupped my cock, holding it, warming it, and lightly squeezing myballs. And all the while not missing a beat of his amazing kiss that onlyended when he wanted it to.
He led me to the bed where, on my back, he removed the rest of my clothes,pushed my knees up, and rested on top of me though he was still clothed. He put his mouth to my ear and said, "You're so beautiful, so goodlooking, so handsome. You want me. You want this. Tell me youwant this."
"I want it," I said on command, because it was true. I alreadyfelt satisfied, but being with this fucking incredibly sexy man was arevelation. He was gentle, attentive, giving. He didn't seem to care--well,at least so far--about his pleasure. It was all about giving me attentionand love, and making me feel more erotic than I could ever remember. Iwrapped my legs around him and felt my boner press against him. I wanted himbadly. Truly, I wanted to dispense with other preliminaries and have himfuck the shit out of me right now. I was bursting with libido. "I really want it, Brad. Fuck me. Please."
"I will," he said, "soon." Then he moved down andstarted to lick and suck on my nipples which I loved more than anything. He could tell, I'm sure. He sucked on my nipples and licked them,nibbled them, drew them into his mouth as if he was feeding. He played with my nipples, running his tonguein circles around them, flicking my nipples to make them wet and hard. I ground my cock against him and moaned. Then he pushed my arms over my head and beganto lick my armpits as if they were sugar. He didn't just lick them gently, he placed his fat we tongue fully intomy armpits and licked them up and down, first my left pit, then my right,taking turns licking them and sucking my armpit hair into his mouth. He inhaled my scent and kept making love tomy armpits with his tongue. I was madwith desire. Then, before I could protest, movequickly down and started licking the inside of my thighs, teasing the sensitiveskin just around my balls, licking me and nibbling my thighs, working closerand closer to my nuts. He held my cock in his hand while he did, lightlyjacking it a little, driving me crazy. I was squirming and out ofcontrol.
Brad started to lick and suck my cock and it was like nothing I'd everexperience. He seemed to know exactly what I wanted, taking my cock deep,licking it up and down, taking my balls into his mouth and tugging atthem. I looked down at this handsome mature man as he bobbed up and downon my cock, jacking it while sucking it, slobbering over my cock, over andover, unending, driving me wild. He licked under my balls and rolled meup for access to my hole and he tongued me there. Then he slipped afinger inside me and started to go down on me again. Oh fuck! Hetook my cock deep and fingered my ass, slipping it up inside me where I couldfeel him pressing against my prostate.
"Oh my god," I said. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck."
He went on like this forever, it seemed. He wasn't in any rush, which washow he operated. He was making love to my cock, knowing just when toapply more pressure, to play with my mushroom, to tease my pee hole with histongue. He took my balls into his mouth a lot, seemed to enjoy munchingand pulling on them, all the while keeping pressure on my prostate with hisfinger.
Just when I felt myself starting to build up to an orgasm, he could tell. That's when he flipped me over on my knees, positioned my ass in the air, andstarted to rim me like a god. And I could tell he liked to do it. His tongue was playing with my hole, licking it fast and then slow, hard andthen soft, he licked my ass and rubbed his hands all over me as he tongued me,slipping his tongue deep into my hole and sending me to nirvana. He kepthis tongue planted deep inside me and then started to jack my still fuckingrock hard cock at the same time, up and down, masturbating me with his wethand, then going down to suck on my balls, and then back up to tongue myhole.
"Fuck, Jon, you taste like candy," he said, coming up for air, thenhe went back to work and kept rimming. On and on he went, licking andtasting me, digging deep into me with his tongue, lapping at me, eating my assand making me float up to the ceiling.
"Don't stop," I said.
"I won't," he said, and he didn't let up with her rimming energy,licking me all over, slapping my ass as he ate me, slobbering in my hole, andslipping a finger inside me occasionally. I kept moaning, my eyes closedas I went to a place in my head of total delight. He was relentless,rimming me without end. I don't know how long this went on, but easily atleast 30 minutes of me with his mouth on my ass, jacking my cock, sucking myballs, tonguing me and licking me and simply worshiping my hole.
After a long time I simply couldn't take it anymore and said, "Please,Brad, fuck me. Fuck me now. I want it so bad."
He simply said, "Not yet," and then he came away from my ass andstarted to take his clothes off. As an older man, he wasn't skinny andsmooth like me. But he was in pretty good shape. He had a beautifulchest, moderately hairy and, when he removed his pants, displayed a gorgeouscock that sprang out of his underwear hard and thick and with an awesome head.He positioned himself in front of me and said, "Show me what you cando," and he slid his cock into my mouth with his hands on the back of myhead.
His cock was big, but not too big. Thick, but not too thick. Hismushroom head was spongy, soft and amazing and it tasted so fucking good. I could see that he shaved the shaft of his cock and balls, and kept the restof his public hair nicely trimmed, and it was evident that he practiced goodhygiene because he didn't have that musky gaggy cock smell that some guys havewho don't wash well. Really, his cock tasted fantastic and I did my bestto suck him as well as he did me. But he was very particular about whathe wanted, so he gave me direction about how he liked things. He told meslow down when I was going too fast, or to lick him in a particular place or ina special way. He taught me how he wanted his balls sucked, which issomething he really liked. "Do it like I did to you," he said,which meant he wanted me to take both his balls into my mouth at the same timeand just let them stay there while I washed his marbles around inside mymouth. "Yeah, like that. Now do it here. Take it deepinside you and hold your breath while I touch your tonsils with my head. Yeah, good boy."
He pulled his cock out of my mouth and squeezed out a big gob of pre-cum ontohis finger. He spread it on his tongue then he leaned down to kiss medeep, sliding his tongue with the pre-cum into my mouth. Oh fuck, it wasso horny. He knew exactly what to do to turn me on. After we kissed, hepushed my head back down on his cock again and he started to fuck my faceagain. He knew just how he wanted my head to be positioned, and he took controlof that, turning my head exactly how he liked. He was firm with me, butnot rough, and he didn't slam his cock down my throat in a hurtful way--he wasurgent but gentle. He had an amazing relentless rhythm that made me feellike such a bitch, such a whore to him. He held my head tight and used me. I relaxed my mouth as much as possible and relented to his desire.
After a long time he stopped pumping my throat but, instead, laid my head downon the bed and just left his cock deep inside my mouth. "Just keepit there," he said. "Yeah, just like that, feel my man cockinside your mouth. It's made for you. Taste it. Smell it. You're meant for my cock. You love my cock." He didn'tmove. For what seemed forever, he just stood still, his cock plantedinside my mouth, resting there. I breathed through my nose and grewcomfortable with his cock resting inside my mouth like a pacifier. Whilehe did this, he started to rub and jack my cock. This man was fuckingincredible. I wanted it to last forever. I moaned, closed my eyes and Ithink I fell asleep for a while with his cock between my lips.
It became apparent that he was ready to fuck. He slid his cock out of mymouth and flipped me over so that, again, my ass was in the air. He wanted totake me like a dog. He licked my ass again, sliding his tongue in my ass,getting me ready. Then he retrieving some lube from the nightstand--hehad prepared!--and lubed my ass good, taking time to get a lot of it inside myhole, pushing lube inside me, fingering me, clear that he wanted me to feel comfortable. He tore open a Magnum condom wrapper with his teeth and sheathed his dick inthe clear cock wrapper.
"Ready for my cock?" he asked.
I said, "Please, fuck me," but it wouldn't have mattered what I saidbecause he was already inserting his mushroom into my hole. Right away itfelt amazing and big and huge and fantastic. He went in slow, holding myhips, guiding his brick-hard cock into me inch by inch, pushing it in like itwas going to come out my mouth, until he was all the way in. He didn'tstart pumping right away. Instead, he kind of wiggled it around to seatit all the way inside me.
"Do you feel that inside you? That's the way I want you. Nowyou're my bitch. My boy bitch. Ready for me to breed you?"
I couldn't answer other than to moan. He felt so good. Then hestarted to slide out a little, then back in, slow at first, then with morespeed until he was fucking me good, like a piston machine, in and out, fuckingme hard, slapping his balls against me with each thrust. He reached underme and rubbed my chest. "Fuck you feel good," he said. "Nice and tight." He kept fucking me with even rhythm. Not too slow and not too fast, just a nice dance of his cock inside myass. Like the rest of his technique that night, he wasn't in a rush. Just kept fucking me in that position for a long time until I felt the worldslipping away again and wondering how long this would go on. How longcould he last, a man his age? The answer: as long as he wanted andcertainly longer than anyone had ever fucked me before. His cock becameone with my ass. They were meant for each other, fucking me on and on, buildingup speed, really taking me.
I think he fucked me in that position for about 20 minutes without stopping,then he pulled out and positioned me on my back with my ass hanging off theedge of the bed. He pushed my legs up and my knees to my shoulders,exposing my already worked ass. "Now I'm going to really fuck yourhole," he said, and that's what he did. He pushed his cock into mewithout being gentle, slamming into me all the way, grinding his cock into me,fucking me hard. With each thrust I couldn't help but grunt as he pushedthe air out of my body. He leaned down and, without a change to hisrhythm, he kissed me fully and long, our tongues touching and loving. Hekept fucking me this way, kissing me deep, gliding the full length of his hardpiston in and out of me.
I had never been possessed this way before. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohfuck," I said.
He stopped for a moment and, from somewhere, produced a length of thin softrope. "I'm going to tie us together so that we're one." Withouttaking his cock out of me, he reached under and used the rope to tie our ballstogether. First he tied one end firmly around my balls, running the ropea few times around my scrotum and tugging on it to ensure I wouldn't come off,then he wrapped it around his testicles, which pulled his balls right next tomine. Then he ran the last bit of rope around both our sacks and tied itoff. Literally, our balls were tied together firmly. "Now let'sfuck," he said, and he proceeded to fuck me again.
This was so fucking amazing, and I can barely describe it. Each time hepulled back my balls went with him, a slight but firm tug that sent a brief butagonizing jolt through my body. In and out, our balls stretching and pulling,and the brief twinges of ball-pulling pain showing on his face. Ishouldn't say "pain" because it felt so good, like we were in anotherzone together, with him fucking me and fucking me and fucking me, reallycrashing into me, pounding his flesh into me, extending our balls that werewrapped tightly together.
Eventually, after this went on for a long time I felt the pressure rising inme. He could sense it, too. So he reached down and started to jackmy hard cock. I warned him, "Gonna come," but that only madehim fuck me harder and masturbate my cock until, like the sea opening, a camein a long torrent that squirted sky high and landed on my face. It wasthe most intense cum I'd ever experienced. I can't believe how much cum cameout of me, and my chest was covered in my seed.
He started to build, too. Then, in one swift move, he reach down andmagically untied our balls, and then moved over me to start jacking his cock,finally spewing all over me, mixing his cum with me, with his first burstlanding on my left ear. Kneeling over me, jacking his cock and cumming on me,the expression on his face was one of exquisite glory and pain. I knewright then that I wanted to be with him as much as possible, to have him kissme and lick me and suck me and rim me and fuck me over and over. I wanted to behis fuck buddy every time he came to New York.
He rested next to me and we talked for a long time. He was a greatcuddler. We talked about this and that, about how our age differencedidn't matter, about how great matched we were. But I told him I wasleaving next week for a semester of film study in London. I promised tolet him know when I was coming back. He asked if I knew of any friendswho might "keep him company from time to time" when he was back inNew York. I told him I didn't know of anybody but I felt indebted to him andpromised to try to find some other young guys for him. He said, "Notjust any guys. You know I'm picky. If they're like you, thencool. If not, I'll wait until you get back."
So that's one of the reasons I'm writing this. I wanted to share thisamazing experience. If there are any other NYC-based young guys like mewho might be interested in meeting Brad, let me know and I'll make theintroduction. You can reach me at JonJMaxx@aol.com. If you're really cooland I think you'd be good for Brad, then I'll pass on your information. If not, then that's OK, too, because he'll bemine when I get back from London.
Jon Maxx jonjmaxx@aol.com