I was in my betimes 20 's. I, at the clip was by all means straight, I dated female child, fucked girls, and loved every minute of it. But from around 17 years old I had gone through the shemale stagecoach of erotica, and eventually ( I ca n't remember how exactly ) I had moved onto gay porn.

I still call back the fear i felt when watching it, because I knew this meant I was epicene. I do n't call back I actually came watching it for a unspoiled 6 months. Maybe my way of making it less gay, I dunno. low it was twinks, twinks and more twinks. Then it moved onto daddies fucking twinks, which one of course would presume that I had an obsession with young skinny emo dandy, but then I realised one day that I was actually watching the dad the intact time. fucking. I was a bottom.

I had slowly made my way onto the hookup sites. Terrified of being caught I was always on alert, made sure my pics were completely unrecognisable etc.

One hungover Dominicus dayspring I had the common holdover motor horn. I made the normally-drunk decision to hop onto my darling land site and waiting for me were respective substance since my last visit to the site. I only went on when I was fucked up so there was always a big gap between my replies to these guys.

Having a promptly flavor I could see it was the usual 50+ overweight, small cocked men asking to bottom for me. Not my cup of tea at all. I was slim but relatively muscly, short back and sides with some piercing and tattoos, a bit of body fuzz here and there but nothing to occupy about.

One of the messages was from a guy in his 40 's, he looked very well kept and had a compressed body, muscleman but not ripped ( gym fit ) and a bit of a tan. His human face was showing slightly in the picture show but was covered by the photographic camera flashbulb. Fuck it why not.

I sent a answer to his attempt at small talk from 6 years prior and went on browsing the site. The page refreshed a few Min later and I had a message in my inbox. It was him ! I excitedly clicked on and opened a new tab up so I could checker his exposure out again while I read.

He was asking if i was looking to fulfill and I said yes but I had not done anal before but was keen to try. I had given oral to a couple cat before but it was so few and far between by this point I was pretty very much at experience zero.

Again he replied almost instantly. Asking if i wanted to fare round some time and we can admit it slow. Damn my hungover shaft was furious already. I said that I would sleep with that and then asked if he was absolve now. To my pleasure, it was a yes.

I asked where he stayed and as soon as he sent his address I felt the impulse to close up the laptop and never do this again. Luckily I was still a bit drunk, so my lack of suppression stopped me from doing that. I said i was going to get the bus as it is on the like route, he offered to pick me up but I said no as i thought that would more than likely make me bottle it.

A long, nerve racking bus ride later and I got to his street. back talk dry as hell because of the nerves, I jumped into the cheeseparing shop and got myself some succus. I opened the site to say i was a few mins away. When i got to his construction he was waiting outside at the door for me. That weirded me out, but I couldnt back out now. We walked up the stairs and into his apartment. Despite the gravelly area that we were in, his place was incredibly nice.

We sat in the living room and he asked if I wanted a deglutition, `` Just a water system please '' I barely managed to say out of my even more increasingly drying mouth. I should 've asked for a beer to make the whole thing easier. He sat on the sofa cornering where I was and asked me what I had done with guys before, I said just some kissing and some top dog, but never any anal sex giving or receiving. He said that it wasnt a problem and he had been with many Virgin before, a bit eldritch I thought but at least he 'll know how to be with me.

He asked if i wanted to go to the sleeping room, or alternatively the bathroom, there was a large jacuzzi elan bath in there, but I said the bedchamber as this was all new enough to me as it is. I took my clothe off in the bedroom while he was strangely absent, had a fast flavor around to see any house of hidden photographic camera and awaited his return key. He came through with a rubber, a pocket-size towel and a bottle of lube.

I just stood there like a deer in headlights, confused and a bit scare away. I had been through this scenario hundreds of time with women, but in this shell, I did not recognise how to continue. It also was n't til now that I realised he was about a foot poor than me. I stand at 6'3 so this was of course not uncommon but in all the Old+Young video typically the daddy dominated the twink in both sex and size of it.

He almost leapt up at me and his brim locked to mine. He kissed recondite and passionately and started sucking me tongue every so often. I thought to myself he needed to cool it it down, but then when he lead me to the bed while kissing me and we both fell onto it, I got so so turned on by the necking when he had me underneath him. The tallness publication now was not a trouble. He was ontop of me and I felt the body heat, I felt his impregnable articulatio humeri and I felt the fair sparsed all over him. I am about to live out my ultimate fantasy.

He worked his was down my body and started sucking my dick. I was only rig hard at this point but it was hands down the practiced blowjob I 'd ever had. Next thing I know is his dick is now in my face, for a 69. I did what I had done the net fe clock time, took it in my mouth and essentiially emulated what I believed felt great. He was moaning alot, something I first found weird. I had been told I was slap-up at it, something that made me find bad for women ( who have given me some shockingly bad ones in my sentence ) because having a gumshoe means you know what is slap-up. We continued like this for about 5 minutes, my dick had n't gotten to 100 % backbreaking yet, which I blame on last nighttime s intoxicants.

Eventually we detached and he asked if i had been rimmed before, as soon as he said this i thought fuck, i hope i was completely fair down there ! I said I had n't, but was n't sure if it was my thing. Without any option he dove down to my ass and stuck a warm tongue right onto it. I dont like this one bit i thought, then, without warning, he made circular motions and my entire consistency turned to mush, then tensed up, then back to mush. Jesus this was out-and-out heaven.

He circled and pushed, changed speeds and pressures for what felt like an eternity but in reality was probably only 5-10 instant. Next was an incredibly inhuman smell on my ass from the rut that I just felt, that must be the lube. His finger were dancing around me tight virgin hole until they started to hint at penetration. I could sense ever so slightly a finger's breadth going in, then out, then in foster. Before i knew it I felt his brass knuckles on my cheeks, he had a finger right up there, gently poking around. No belief of my prostate/gspot yet thought which confused me, I was that unlearned back then that I assumed it would be an automatic feeling straight away. `` Well done '' he said to me, `` You 're pretty much half way there, '' then he slowly took his finger's breadth out. `` Are you ready ? '' I nodded nervously. `` It 's okey, I will go slow. ``

I was on my rachis with the small towel slightly tucked under my lower back/ass, he came up to my face layer and started his kissing again. I was still not fully erect but then realised that this did n't matter, I wasnt with a girl I was about to get fucked. erecting preferred but not required. My opinion were interrupted by the touch of something bigger than a finger's breadth tip touching ontop my butthole. Did he just gain some size ? It felt much heavy than what I had just had in my rima oris minutes before. His peter was about 6 inches, not too blockheaded and cut, a bit like mine.

Still kissing deeply, he slowly started to hump his dick into my hole. I thought it was never going to go in, no way, it started to hurt the more he worked it in, but I knew this would be the cause so I powered through. Eventually I felt his full tip inside the 1st in of my ass, thats the bountiful part done which felt like a relief. Apologies in forward motion for the vulgar quotation, but the further he got in the more I was worried about shitting myself. I am a straight guy who has n't openly discussed gay sex with anyone, so no one had told me what I 'd feel. Despite realising that all that is happening is something is going in and out of my hole, pretty a great deal like being on the toilet, I still had the vexation in my psyche. This did n't help my vitrine as I was tensing up with the panic. He told me to slack up an let him do his thing.

His self-confidence actually worked and I felt much better lying back and going through the motions. He was about half the way in with his poke and I felt him warehousing to a more haptic stance. His thrusts were going deeper now and they felt stronger and to a greater extent curb. I started to feel his thighs touching mine, with my knee joint in the air, and his balls slowly hitting against my arsecheeks. He was almost fully in by this point in time and the discomfort I felt before was belittled by the massively arousing feeling of being fucked. Not just the physical tone inside of me, but also the general thought of the act itself. I was underneath a grown man and he was pleasuring himself at my expense.

He started to quicken up, kissing me ever so often, my mouth, my neck, my chest. I kept my centre closed the entire time, unsure if this was the discipline etiquette. It did not look to nark him, as he kept getting faster but without hurting me with his thrusts. They were strong but not wild. Even faster now and I started to get this smell in my balls, at least I thought thats what it was, It was as if all of the parts of my genitals, including a new part that I had never felt before, were heating up and tingling. The increase of the speed made this even bettor now an oh my god this was the problematical prostate I had heard of. I never wanted it to end.

As if out of nowhere his entire body froze up and he made the'I 've just came'sound. I did n't feel it like I thought I would because he was wearing a rubber. Truth be told I was actually quite upset because I was really starting to get into it, and the notion was really getting me off. He lay there ontop of me breathing an sighing.

He asked me if I wanted to fuck him, this was n't really on my agenda and I also was n't hard enough i thought. I said no thanks, but he was n't let down, he just then asked me how the fuck was. `` Better than I expected '' I said. He seemed joyed at my response an instantly went back down on me. It felt much better than before, but I needed my ass filled again. I was too nervous to ask for a fingerbreadth aswell, as I had just said no to a request of his. He sucked me until I came and swallowed my onus.

When all done I was sat on his bed and started to gather my matter from the floor then started getting dressed. He said I did not need to go so quick but I had the billet coming regret really badly. I could 've stayed there and played with him all day, but the conversationw prior to the fucking I could tell that we were n't a dependable match personality wise.

I left, with the feeling of pride that I did n't need to stop, but also with the flavor of regret that I did n't get the luck to wank my cumming dick while being fucked, but theres always future time .