I was only 23 when I first moved to New York in the late 70s. It was a bully time for me. I hit the ground running and relished the fact that I was living there.

organism Brigham Young and new I was up for anything, and that was exactly the right mental attitude to have to make the about of living in Manhattan. I had a studio on the Upper eastern United States English and was earning a estimable wage.

I had plenty to do and administer of girl. New House of York fille at the fourth dimension ( who knows ? maybe still ) were just as horny as the guys, as far as I could tell.

There were mickle of times I would hook up with a lady friend I 'd just met in my local bar that Nox and have a couple of week together and then move on. No recriminations. It took me by surprise at initiative but that approach suited me perfectly.

I could smoke mourning band and jerk off at house if nothing better came along. Hey, it was my own property. No vexation about who was coming in unexpectedly. I loved the freedom.

I was on my way home from the bar one Sat night, solo this sentence. As usual I stopped at the newsagent at 79th and kickoff Ave which got the early variant of the Sun NY Times. This Nox I picked up a couple of skin mags to read later. Folded them into my newspaper publisher for the couple of engine block walk home. Those days, that was it for erotica. There was no internet and not even VHS.

There were ads in the spine of the men 's magazine publisher for 2-minute 8mm eyelet of dirty word and you could buy a hand-held viewer to catch them on. Not much money but it did appear like a lot of problem so I never bothered.

But those slight ads at the backrest of the mags also sometimes had footling thumbnail images with them and I found them to be more titillating than the replete Thomas Nelson Page fille in the meat of the magazine. They were tiny and bleary, but these were obviously people actually fucking, not just girls posing, so it was more exciting and I would strain to see. I even came to know which issue had the effective ad section and bought accordingly.

Sometimes the ads would let in one or two gay or bi picture. These were the showtime I I had ever seen. I found myself imagining what it would be like to be with another guy. Purely as a illusion example ... but I would get off more quickly and more intensely when I imagined ... ... well ... I did n't suffer a clue, really. I had no idea what I would like or would want to do. It was the differentness of it that set me off.

So this Sat night I was walking home with my newspaper publisher. It was about 2am and I was pretty toasted. As I walked down 1st, I passed a guy, maybe recently 30s, leaning against a car.

He asked me something. I did n't get wind him so, being the courteous polite uninitiate 23 twelvemonth old small townspeople boy that I was, I stopped and asked him to repeat himself. We got to talking. Well, he was talking and I was too polite to cut him off, as I recall.

I still do n't think of what his sales pitch was but it must have been convincing. He talked me into his car. I remember having no good sense of his aim but he 'd talked about some interesting bootleg music and did I want to come and mind to it. I was kinda drunk and my 'game for anything'position had worked well so far. I think that was about the entire reasoning process.

His apartment building was in the 50s so only a few minutes drive away and I remember being impressed that he had belowground parking and a porter.

We entered his flat and he got me a beer and pulled out some ready-rolled joints and offered me one. So yeah, why not ? And then put on a studio tape of John John Lennon - which was pretty piece of ass sang-froid, to be dependable. Then he said he just go modification, so I just sat in his living elbow room getting luxuriously and listening to the music.

When he came back, he 'd put on a gown. As far as I could severalize he had no clothes on underneath.

I thought this was a bit weird but was stoned by then and still did n't catch on what was up.

So then he said he 'd had a very busy day in the studio apartment and could I knead his shoulder ? And I waas like Um.. OK and did. Finally beginning to understand what was going on.

I began to sober up with the thought process but kept on rubbing his shoulders. While I did so, I started to conceive of what might materialise next. I never made a conscious decision to go along with it but I was intrigued. I was being seduced by this older guy.

He said thanks for the massage and now it was my turn of events. I said OK and he told me to lie on the rug and he would ease up me a thoroughgoing massage. I lay on my back and he leaned over me.

I was wearing an old Levi 's denim shirt, the kind with the popper release, and he started pulling then apart, one after the early. Then he pulled the shirt tails out of my denim and left me exposed to the waist and he started touching me all over. It was definitely touching. There was no pretense at a massage. I realized that he just wanted his hands on my body.

This was completely new for me. I 'd never had a man touch me like that. It was Weird and I thought about bailing out but it was strangely obligate, too.

As he leaned over me his robe fell undefendable. I looked down and could see his phallus. It was clearly erect.

I looked away but then looked again.

He saw that I was looking and leaned down and whispered into my ear `` do you like what you see ? ''.

I did n't answer. But I did n't get up and run out of his property.

He knew he had me. I felt his hand shimmy under my swath and the tips of his finger's breadth brush into my pubic hair. But my blue jean were sloshed and he could n't get further. I sucked in my breadbasket just slightly. Just enough to let him know I was OK with what he was doing without saying it out loud. I still was n't gear up to accept to myself that I was OK with what was happening, let alone to person else.

He read the cue and I felt him unbuckle my whang and undo the clitoris of my jean. Then his hand went back in and I felt him touching my stopcock. I was concentrated. I had n't realized until he touched me.

He suggested we would be more comfortable on his bed. I was stoned, and curious and energize. I nodded. He helped me up and took me by the hired man to the following room.

When we were adjacent to his bed he stopped and turned and pulled me against him. His cheek against my impertinence. He murmured 'You 're so hot'into my ear. It gave me shivers. I felt my bare chest against the silk of his robe and his hands pulling on my ass as he ground his hard pecker against mine.

He reached between us, pulled the zip of my fly and then with a handwriting on each of my rose hip pushed my jean and underwear down over the curve of my bottom. They fell to my ankle and I stepped out of my sneakers so that I could tug the jeans and boxers off completely. Then he took hold of my open shirt and I slipped my weapons system out. I stood naked in front of him except for my Theodore Harold White athletics socks.

He offered me the end of the sash that was holding his gown closed and I took it and pulled.

As it came untied, he shrugged his shoulder joint and it slid off him to the storey. Now he stood naked in front of me. He was well-built with big pecs and it looked like he worked out. I was still young and tightfitting at the time. He had quite dense chest hair, I was completely unruffled except for my pubes.

He said `` What would you like to do ? '' and I answered truthfully `` I do n't know ''.

That was probably the low gear moment he sensed that I was new to this. I could tell he was a lilliputian surprise but also excited.

'' Is this your first time with a guy ? '' he asked. I admitted it was.

He told me `` do n't occupy, I think you 'll bask it. I 'll go decelerate and we 'll only do what you 're comfortable with. ``

He was such a nice guy.

He took my hand and guided it to his erect penis. I held it for a instant. Feeling it against the palm of my hand. Gripping it, I could tell that his was a bigger putz than mine. Not longer, but fatter.

As I stood there, just holding his cock, he started to prompt his hips so that he was sort of fucking my fist.

I started to stroke up and down. I am uncircumcised, so pre-cum under my foreskin is enough lubrication for a nice wank, but this man was cut, so it needed a unlike proficiency, which I did n't koow ...

I did n't know need to rub it raw, but then he said It would be nicer if it had some moisture on it and, as he was talking, I felt his paw on my shoulder pressing me down .... this was going further than I really wanted, but I did n't find I could stop him from making me nurse his cock.

I knelt down, keeping my paw on his grueling member. He said `` open your lip '' and I did and I felt his cock go between my lips. I kept my fist round the base of his shaft to terminate from pushing too much into my mouth. I felt the head of his cock against my tongue. Felt my lips stretch around his shaft. He did n't thrust hard, just quietly stood there and so I started sucking on it and exploring his shaft with my tongue.

I took my mitt away so I could get more cock into my rima oris. I was enjoying it. Reaching down, I started stroking myself as I blew him. He said `` touch my balls, baby, '' so with my other bridge player I started fondling his nut while I sucked him off.

This went on for a few minutes and then he said I should get up and lie on the bed and he would do the same for me.

So I did that. He pulled back the cover song and I lay on his cool cotton plant sheet. It was strange and arousing and taboo and so many things were running through my nous.

prevarication naked on a man 's bed while he stood over me ... looking at my bare body ... he stroked his cock while he looked at me. I wanted to address myself but instead I lay there and let myself be ogled the way I had done with fair sex. It was strange and pleasing to be on the other position of that. To feel that I was making him horny just by looking at me.

He leaned down and took my cock in his other hand so that he was stroking us both at the Lapp time. It was so erotic ... then he climbed between my thighs and started to fellate my cock.

I held his head in my hands as he sucked me. He reached up and pushed against the interior of my second joint so that my legs spreading and he lifted them up onto his shoulder as he continued with his backtalk on my penis. His script cupped the underside of my ass cheeks and he pulled them apart slightly ... I could feel air on my anus as he exposed it .... and then I felt his finger there.

He was still sucking me off as I felt him start to push his digit into my ass. It felt wet, and I realized that he had managed to put some lubrication on his mitt. But my ass was tight anyway.

He took his mouth from my prick, looked up at me and said `` relax, you 'll like it ''. He continued to look right at me and I felt his fingerbreadth again pressing on my mother fucker. I looked into his eyes and relax my muscles as much as I could and felt him slip in a slight.

'' Do you like this ? '' he asked, and I did. It felt strangely great.

He pushed further in and then pulled out again. Then back in and I felt him begin to finger fuck my ass. All the while he was looking right into my centre from his status down between my legs.

Then I felt him lead off to enter me with a second gear finger and he repeated the process ... slowly allowing me to get used to it and then starting to fuck in and out.

I could feel him slightly twisting his wrist, too, as he fingered me in and out, which was driving me furious.

Then he lowered his mouth back to my cock and in about ten seconds made me cum. My hammer in a man 's back talk and his fingers up my ass were definitely a short-cut to orgasm.

He sucked down every drop and then looked up and told me `` I 'm going to fuck you now ''.

What could I say ? I was lying with my legs spread and his fingers inside me. My prick was well lubricated. My inhibition were screaming NO, but the realness was that this man wanted to fuck me and from the astuteness of my being, I was willing.



I nodded silently.

He withdrew his finger from my ass and got up onto his haunches.

My stage were already on his shoulders, so my merchant ship came up off the bed as he rose.

He reached behind himself and located the lubricating substance ; rubbed it all over his cock. It seemed a lot swelled now. Then, with another whispered `` relax '' he leaned over me and guided his dick against my asshole.

I felt his cock head public press against my ass and tried to relax as he pushed harder. Then I felt my brawn suddenly give way and his head slipped into me.

I reached down and grabbed my brass and circulate my ass as much as possible, trying to make it light for his cock to get into me.

He put more of his weight against me and I felt him slip further in.

He was taking his time and was very patient and gradually I was able to align to having his cock in my ass and eventually I felt his balls against my bum and knew that he had got his entire penis inside me.



He stayed there for a few moments. Looking down at me. Then he asked `` make ? ''.

I nodded again and he started to withdraw and then drive back in. Out and in, out and in, out and in. It felt huge every time he pushed back into me. Our eyes stayed locked on each other though, and I could see that he was taking his clip and being aristocratic with me. It seemed to go on for hr but had probably only been a few minute when he started to increase the upper of his drive into me. It was light he was going to cum soon.

I reached up and held my arms around his shoulders. He lowered himself onto me and I felt his breath in the crook of my shoulder. It felt so erotic and made me mentally give myself up completely. I lowered my legs and put them around his waistline. My heels were on the minuscule of his back. I was clinging onto his neck as he fucked me faster and faster.

My whole body hanging onto his. Feeling his cock entering me over and over, faster and harder, in and in and in and in ... ...

Then I felt him tense and he started to cum.

His hammer became severely still as he shot. I clung to him, bucking my ass up to cope with his cock.

He collapsed onto me and I felt his weight pressing me onto his bed. I lowered my legs but kept them blanket apart. His shaft stayed in me while we lay there.

Finally he pulled out, climbed off me and pulled up the covers. I turned over onto my side and felt him spooning me. His softening cock was against my butt and his arm was draped over me. His hand roamed over my thorax and belly and gently cupped my easygoing cock and balls. My ass burned, but in a good way.

He kissed and nuzzled the nape of my neck, something I had done with girls so many sentence. Now I was on the receiving end, I relished the mavin.

If he 'd wanted to have it off me again right away, I would cause been more than eager. My body was enveloped by this man and it felt like something so innate, something I had been missing. I drifted off to blissful sleep in his arms .