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Learning to Love Older Cock
by Michael Beaty (michael.beaty@rocketmail.com)
***
This is a true story about how I became attracted to
older men and the event that led to me sucking my
first older cock. 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 old man bj experience.
(MM, reluc, 1st-gay-expr, exh, oral)
***
My name is Mike, and I was an average sculptured young
man about 5'7 and tipped the scales at a lean 165
pounds. I was often told that I was attractive and
that I resembled the younger version of the county
western singer Clint Black. I felt that I was a good
looking kid and I enjoyed flirting and flaunting my
sex appeal. At the time I was living with my
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 the age of 19 I had basically self-restricted my
sexual adventures to heterosexual fun. I admit that I
was a selfish boyfriend and reaped in the benefits of
being a young stud. I took every available opportunity
to take sexual 'advantages' of the inexperienced
younger girls merely by convincing them that 'I LOVED
THEM' at the critical moment, regardless that I had a
live-in girlfriend relationship status.
Like most kids, when I was a younger teenager I
experimented a little with bi-sexuality. Often, my
friends and I would do the infamous, teenage 'double
dare' each other into circle-jerks while someone took
their turn at cruising through the spreads of the
Hustler or Swank magazines that we stole from our
sibling's hiding spot or the occasional stained
collection we found in the local woods. The type of
nasty porn magazines with the pages all stuck together
with dried cum.
I would often close my eyes and imagine myself
secretly watching some horny, perverted dude stroking
his cock while fantasying about his neighbor's
daughter; milking his cock over the centerfold pages
of the dainty young women. I have to admit that I
enjoyed the feel of my buddies' cocks in my grip and
jerking them until their sperm splattered all over my
hands. I would continue to stroke each one until my
palms were fully drenched with cum and my fingertips
were wrinkled from the moisture.
I was a young guy drudging my way through community
college while working the midnight shift in a local
convenience store. My royal blue shift shirts were
typically unbuttoned one notch below the manager's
tolerance level exposing my muscular chest for the
occasional peeper. My ass was commonly squeezed into
my favorite pair of white Guess jeans. I intentionally
went bare under them and often wondered if my 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.
There is not much to do when you work the midnight
shift at a 7-11 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 security camera mounted in
the storeroom and I often wondered if anyone every
randomly reviewed the tapes.
I secretly hoped that someone had viewed them at some
point and became aroused. Sure, I was supposed to be
stocking shelves with fresh merchandise or peering
down the 'would be' shop lifters. But, I thought I
could leave most of that hard work to the dedicated
morning shift. I spent my available time on more
personal entertainment, having trashy phone sex with
strangers.
Our store was located just on the border of the
controversial, eclectic side of town. In other words,
we were positioned near the gay section of Dallas
known as Oak Lawn. Each and every night I would get
dozens of phone calls from primarily men. These guys
had frequented our store and saw me strutting 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 has turned to drunk, these men had
only one topic to discuss, SEX!!!
I was an insatiable young man who adorned dishonorable
intentions accented with a kinky sexual curiosity. I
pleasured in all the diverse forms of genital
satisfaction. Even, the voyeurism of a buddy who butt
fucked my girlfriend after we mentally tranquilized
her with Margaritas leaving her easily persuadable to
our every depravity. I enjoyed the audio sexual role
playing with the aroused perverts who called nightly.
I provocatively delivered pornographic narrations
while taunting them with seductive, sexual
possibilities. I must admit that each of these
conversions left me horny as hell and needing to jerk
off.
I was starting to allow that old teenage bi-sexual
exploration to surface again in my hardening groin. I
could spend hours on the phone teasing in a whispery,
pleading voice describing my forbidden desires to
become the party favor at a gay sex orgy. I begged my
secret callers to be tie face down on the kitchen
table with my boxers yanked around my knees while
blindfolded for the guest’s inspection and
appreciation. I enjoyed describing how each guy would
barter his way in line to be the next cock pumping my
tight little pink ass hole.
Another favorite tease I often narrated was a
blackmail fantasy of having to suck off some ‘son-of-
bitch’ who bargained with sexual exploitation pictures
of me engaged in fag sex. All this teasing was done in
jest and was simply an outlet to dull the boredom
during the lonely 11-7 AM shift. Knowing full well it
was basically bull-shit ramblings to a bunch of
drunken, masturbating perverts.
However, I was opening Pandora's Box and I loved it.
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,
confident personalities. For whatever reason, this
personality trait was prominent in the mature men.
I personally wasn't aroused by the softer boys who
were in touch with their decorating or fashion sense.
I went with the technique I knew best from my 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 my bi-sexual
persona again and realized the thought of a hard cock
remained in my thoughts throughout the days.
I started to receive several calls from a guy named
Bill. He claimed to be 51 which would put him near
over 30 years my elder. He went into full details of
each and every dimension of his body. Bill described
himself as an average Caucasian working stiff with a
'never ending marriage', and a wife that was well
beyond her hormonal prime and sexual interest. His
weight was a chubby 230 pounds on a 5'10 frame. He had
a spare tire around his midsection that hung just over
his belt and his hair was '20 years of boring
marriage' worth of balding.
However, he made up for what he lacked in
sophistication with his 7.5'' uncut cock that could
stay erected all night. I remember that he called
himself a 'shower and not a grower'. He said his cock
hung a good 6 ¼ ‘’ when limp. His description made me
chuckle because that is a pleasurable size in my
opinion and a full inch longer than mine when fully
erect. He had a poor attitude and was in sloppy
physical condition. He was absolutely nothing that I
would be normally attracted to and probably would be
even a little obscene for my age.
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 faded ivory long sleeve shirt with the cuffs
rolled at the wrists with the hem un-tucked at the
waist. He was listening to 60's rock music on a local
radio station while a high-ball glass adorning a Jack
Daniel's insignia rested on the dash.
He spoke, 'You ready for this, kid? Let's go!'
It wasn't much of an introduction and the way he spoke
seemed to make me question the romance of the
situation. His voice was rough as if he puffed most of
his early years and the tone was that of a person who
didn’t manage his liquor pleasantly. 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 was badly faded from the relentless
Texas sun. He had a cheap plastic tray holder on the
floor and a 5th bottle of Jack Daniels in the cup
resting spot. He offered his hand and said 'Ya made
it'. His grip was powerful and I felt he was trying to
make a statement with it. He offered up his bottle of
Jack. I asked if he had an extra glass I could use and
in a seemly uneducated replied he stated, 'You don't
need no glass boy!!' Sometimes we should listen to our
inner voice and retreat from danger but, I ignored
common sense and said, 'Let's roll.'
We took off in the truck down West Mockingbird Lane as
I moved over closer to him on the bench seat. If
you're not familiar with the Dallas throughways let me
tell you that road is busy at 10:30 PM, even on a
weekday evening. We didn't have much in common to talk
about except our usual nightly phone sex topics. 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
fit body nude and the tight immature ass that he
masturbated to nightly. I told him I was worried about
the police busting me being nude. He just looked at me
with an expressionless, parental stare that showed his
growing impatience.
Like a subdued puppy, I hesitantly removed my shirt
and pants and sat them on the floor. His eyes
penetrated my body up and down. We both continued to
drain the 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 summer’s
gentle breeze felt soothing on my aroused, engorged
skin and the whiskey buzz had begun to release my
inhibitions.
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 length that he
described. 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 became saturated with images
of his tool 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 was dark, to just relax and stay low out of
sight.
I crouched 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. The humiliation and embarrassment of
being possibly caught stroking another man's dick
accelerated my libido and made my balls ache for
relief. 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 retail parking lot. The
space was parallel to storefront buildings at each
entrance and a 24x7 adult book store nestled into the
center. This area is known for late night shift of
working girls, 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.
There were nearly a dozen vehicles in the parking lot
with men loitering about oblivious to our
circumstance. Many of them lingered in the parking lot
desperately lurking for any sign of romantic
invitation while others flogged through nudity
magazines with their vehicle’s dome light sponsoring
the only entertainment for self-relief.
I thought to myself that this is a lot of effort for a
hand job, but my hormones succeeded where my brain
merely questioned. I was drunk and completely naked in
a stranger's pickup truck that was now stowed in a
parking lot of a porn store. I was chaperoned by an
older 'beer gutted' pervert whose pants were
positioned around his ankles. I oiled up his cock with
baby oil and I began to hammer stroke his swollen cock
while I delivered some trashy rehearsed porno prolog
to stimulate his sinful imagination.
'Yeah Bill, you like me stroking that fucking cock,
don't you?'
"I can tell by your hard cock that you like a young
MAN stroking that dick, you fucking pervert!!"
His cock was rock hard; his head was resting back on
the seat and would only rise if he heard voices
nearby. My body was slid close to his with my head
resting on his shoulder and chest muscles while my
eyes betrayed me with voyeurism of my own hand pumping
another man's cock that was tucked well below his
healthy gut.
Bill reached for his glass of whiskey and slammed what
remained in the glass. He was moaning uncontrollably
and stammering in a low, barely audible voice.
"That feels so fucking good, ahhhhhhh, fuck yes,
that's it boy.'
My hand slipped up and down over his long lubed
member. I noticed he had a thick vein that bulged out
from one side and ran the length of his shaft. I
enjoyed caressing it because it seemed to apply
sensation to him that was visually apparent in his
reactions. I felt Bill's hand sliding up and down my
back with increasing impatience as his breathing
seemed to prolog his approaching orgasm. Determined,
he placed both hand on the back of my head and shoved
my face downward over his belly and buried in his lap.
His actions startled me and I quickly attempted to
rise from his crotch.
'SUCK THAT FUCKING COCK you god damn tease,' he said.
His left hand gripped his cock and guided the tip
straight up toward my face. His large powerful right
hand engulfed the back of my head and with much
strength pushed my mouth toward his crotch. My lips
brushed against the oily mushroom.
'Come on boy, let's go, suck that cock!!'
I could smell the musky scent of a working man's
sweaty balls. I could taste the salty mixture of oil
and cum lubricant that darned my lips. My mind
filtered through a millions reasons why to resist
this, but my lust was overpowering my judgment. I
opened my mouth and allowed his bare dick to slip past
my tongue with a nonstop decent down my throat. I have
never given a blowjob before, but I knew the routine
and had plenty of experience encouraging non-
cooperative young girls on their first oral attempt.
His hands gripped my head firmly as he seemed to use
my mouth to masturbate his erection. I didn't have to
assist much; his hands freely forced my head in a
bobbing deep throat rhythm. The more I gagged on his
head penetrating my throat the deeper he pushed the
next thrust. My hands were resting on his thighs
levitating my body against his downward force. My eyes
were watering with each thrust into my tender throat.
I began to submit and was no longer resisting his face
fucking.
I began to lustfully moan uncontrollably with each
pump. He lifted my head to just at the tip of his
engorged member and began to hump my mouth from below.
His hard cock trusted deep into my mouth with
discerning revenge for the men whom I had taunted in
the past. I leaned in his lap motionless as he fucked
me in a steady pattern. He lowered his hips to the
seat until his mushroom was at edge of my lips then
trusted it deep into my swollen throat. Each of his
pumps rolled his foreskin back exposing a pink silky
texture below. The flavor of his cock was delicious
and a huge turn on. I loved being treated like the
slut I portrayed in my phone fantasies.
He repeated, 'Suck it faggot, take my cock you mother
fucker'.
Bill was close and did a final hump upward to initiate
his eruption into my mouth. He continued to milk his
dick into my mouth using my head to message his
ejaculation. I wanted his load; I wanted to swallow it
for him. I gulped the way I encouraged all my prior
girlfriends to do when I blew in their mouths.
The taste was salty and thick and coated my tongue. I
enjoyable the flavor more than I ever imagined and I
feared I was a cocksucker for life. It was going to be
a challenge to return to our missionary sex with my
girlfriend. He released my head and I rose from his
lap and blame it on the booze or my hormones, but all
I could come up with was, 'God Damn! That was fucking
hot! I want more!'
I just stared at him speechless. He raised his pants
and said, 'Can't wait to do that again,' and started
the vehicle. I spent the drive back making out with
his cock. I kissed and caressed the silky skin over my
face. I licked the slit at the mount of his head while
deep throating his shaft well beyond my comfort level.
I did not care if anyone saw us or was disgusted by
me. We returned to the store and parked in the
employee spots directly behind the building. I finally
found relief masturbating in his front seat as he
described his 'fuck' plans for my body.
'Call ya tomorrow night,' he stated as he reached and
dropped my jeans out his driver's side window. I
exited the truck and made a bare ass dash to get my
pants on before any customers drove past. I laughed
the whole time thinking how much damn fun this was.
END
For more naughty adventures contact me at:
michael.beaty@rocketmail.com
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