I was only 23 when I first moved to New House of York in the recent 70s. It was a gravid clip for me. I hit the land running and relished the fact that I was living there.

Being young and new I was up for anything, and that was exactly the right field attitude to hold to make the most of living in Manhattan. I had a studio apartment on the upper eastern United States side of meat and was earning a skillful salary.

I had plenty to do and deal of girl. New House of York girls at the time ( who knows ? maybe still ) were just as horny as the guy wire, as far as I could state.

There were deal of times I would pinch up with a lady friend I 'd just met in my local anaesthetic bar that night and have a couple of weeks together and then displace on. No recriminations. It took me by surprise at low gear but that approach suited me perfectly.

I could smoke Mary Jane and saccade off at home if cypher better came along. Hey, it was my own place. No vexation about who was coming in unexpectedly. I loved the freedom.

I was on my way home from the bar one Saturday nighttime, solo this clock time. As usual I stopped at the newsagent at 79th and showtime Ave which got the early editions of the Sunday NY clock time. This night I picked up a couple of pelt mags to take later. Folded them into my paper for the couple of blocks walk domicile. Those Day, that was it for smut. There was no internet and not even VHS.

There were ads in the back of the men 's magazines for 2-minute 8mm loops of smut and you could buy a hand-held viewer to watch them on. Not much money but it did seem like a lot of trouble so I never bothered.

But those niggling ads at the rachis of the mag also sometimes had little thumbnail images with them and I found them to be more titillating than the wide-cut varlet girls in the meat of the magazine. They were tiny and slur, but these were obviously people actually fucking, not just girls posing, so it was more sex and I would strain to see. I even came to know which publication had the best ad section and bought accordingly.

Sometimes the ads would include one or two gay or bi images. These were the initiatory ones I had ever seen. I found myself imagining what it would be like to be with another guy. Purely as a fantasy exercise ... but I would get off more quickly and more intensely when I imagined ... ... well ... I did n't have a cue, really. I had no estimation what I would like or would want to do. It was the differentness of it that set me off.

So this Sabbatum dark I was walking family with my theme. It was about 2am and I was pretty toasted. As I walked down 1st, I passed a guy, maybe late 30s, leaning against a car.

He asked me something. I did n't learn him so, being the nice polite naif 23 class old minor town boy that I was, I stopped and asked him to replicate 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 back what his tar was but it must have been convincing. He talked me into his car. I remember having no sense of his design but he 'd talked about some concern bootleg music and did I want to come up and take heed to it. I was kinda drunk and my 'game for anything'attitude had worked well so far. I think that was about the entire abstract thought procedure.

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

We entered his apartment and he got me a beer and pulled out some ready-rolled reefer and offered me one. So yeah, why not ? And then put on a studio magnetic tape of John Lennon - which was pretty fucking cool, to be honest. Then he said he just go modification, so I just sat in his living way getting high up and listening to the medicine.

When he came back, he 'd put on a robe. As far as I could tell 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 real meddlesome day in the studio apartment and could I massage his articulatio humeri ? And I waas like Um.. OK and did. Finally beginning to realize what was going on.

I began to sober up with the sentiment but kept on rubbing his shoulders. While I did so, I started to opine what might bump next. I never made a conscious conclusion 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. I said OK and he told me to lie on the carpet and he would give me a exhaustive massage. I lay on my back and he leaned over me.

I was wearing an old Levi 's jean shirt, the kind with the popper release, and he started pulling then apart, one after the former. Then he pulled the shirt tails out of my jean 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 Wyrd and I thought about bailing out but it was strangely compel, too.

As he leaned over me his robe fell open. I looked down and could see his penis. 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 resolve. But I did n't get up and run out of his berth.

He knew he had me. I felt his hand slip under my bash and the backsheesh of his digit brush into my pubic hair. But my denim were tight 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 cheap. I still was n't ready to admit to myself that I was OK with what was happening, let alone to somebody else.

He read the cue and I felt him unbuckle my belt and undo the button of my denim. Then his deal went back in and I felt him touching my cock. I was hard. I had n't realized until he touched me.

He suggested we would be more comfy on his bed. I was stoned, and curious and steamy. I nodded. He helped me up and took me by the hired man to the next elbow room.

When we were succeeding to his bed he stopped and turned and pulled me against him. His cheek against my buttock. He murmured 'You 're so hot'into my ear. It gave me tremble. I felt my bare chest against the silk of his robe and his hand pulling on my ass as he ground his heavily cock against mine.

He reached between us, pulled the zip of my fly and then with a handwriting on each of my hips pushed my jeans and underwear down over the curve of my bottom. They fell to my articulatio talocruralis and I stepped out of my sneakers so that I could tug the jeans and boxer off completely. Then he took time lag of my spread out shirt and I slipped my arms out. I stood naked in figurehead of him except for my white play wind sleeve.

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

As it came unlaced, he shrugged his shoulders and it slid off him to the floor. 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 Edward Young and cheeseparing at the time. He had quite thick chest hair, I was completely smooth 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 first moment he sensed that I was new to this. I could enjoin he was a niggling surprise but also excited.

'' Is this your number 1 sentence with a guy ? '' he asked. I admitted it was.

He told me `` do n't care, I think you 'll revel it. I 'll go slow up and we 'll only do what you 're well-situated with. ``

He was such a nice guy.

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

As I stood there, just holding his cock, he started to move his hip 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 different proficiency, which I did n't koow ...

I did n't be intimate want to rub it raw, but then he said It would be nicer if it had some wet on it and, as he was talking, I felt his handwriting on my shoulder pressing me down .... this was going further than I really wanted, but I did n't find I could lay off him from making me wet-nurse his cock.

I knelt down, keeping my handwriting on his firmly member. He said `` capable your sassing '' and I did and I felt his cock go between my rim. I kept my clenched fist round the substructure of his shaft to stop from pushing too much into my sassing. I felt the mind of his prick against my tongue. Felt my lips stretch around his shaft. He did n't squeeze hard, just quietly stood there and so I started sucking on it and exploring his cock with my glossa.

I took my hand away so I could get more than cock into my oral fissure. I was enjoying it. Reaching down, I started stroking myself as I blew him. He said `` soupcon my Lucille Ball, babe, '' so with my other deal I started fondling his egg 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 blanket and I lay on his cool cotton sheet. It was strange and arousing and taboo and so many things were running through my capitulum.

fabrication naked on a man 's bed while he stood over me ... looking at my nude consistence ... he stroked his rooster while he looked at me. I wanted to cover myself but instead I lay there and let myself be ogled the way I had done with adult female. It was unusual and pleasing to be on the other side 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 same clock time. It was so titillating ... then he climbed between my thigh and started to suckle my cock.

I held his head in my custody as he sucked me. He reached up and pushed against the insides of my thighs so that my legs bed cover and he lifted them up onto his shoulder joint as he continued with his back talk on my phallus. His hands cupped the undersides 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 fingerbreadth there.

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

He took his mouth from my rooster, looked up at me and said `` relax, you 'll like it ''. He continued to look right at me and I felt his finger again pressing on my dickhead. I looked into his eyes and unwind my muscles as much as I could and felt him mooring in a little.

'' 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 set off to finger fuck my ass. All the piece he was looking right into my eyes from his military position down between my legs.

Then I felt him start to enter me with a second digit and he repeated the appendage ... slowly allowing me to get used to it and then starting to fuck in and out.

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

Then he lowered his backtalk back to my pecker and in about ten minute made me cum. My turncock in a man 's rima oris and his digit 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 have it away you now ''.

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



I nodded silently.

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

My legs were already on his shoulder joint, so my merchant ship came up off the bed as he rose.

He reached behind himself and located the lubricant ; rubbed it all over his cock. It seemed a lot gravid now. Then, with another whispered `` relax '' he leaned over me and guided his cock against my son of a bitch.

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

I reached down and take hold of my nerve and spread my ass as much as possible, trying to make it easygoing for his tool to inscribe me.

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

He was taking his time and was very patient and gradually I was able to adjust to having his putz 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 import. Looking down at me. Then he asked `` Ready ? ''.

I nodded again and he started to withdraw and then crowd back in. Out and in, out and in, out and in. It felt huge every prison term he pushed back into me. Our eyes stayed locked on each early though, and I could see that he was taking his time and being gentle with me. It seemed to go on for hours but had probably only been a few minutes when he started to increase the speed of his thrusts into me. It was bring in 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 breathing time in the twist of my shoulder. It felt so erotic and made me mentally give myself up completely. I lowered my legs and put them around his waist. My heel were on the small of his rachis. I was clinging onto his neck as he fucked me libertine and faster.

My totally 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 turncock became concentrated still as he shot. I clung to him, bucking my ass up to fit his cock.

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

Finally he pulled out, climbed off me and pulled up the covers. I turned over onto my position and felt him spooning me. His softening cock was against my butt and his arm was draped over me. His hand roamed over my chest of drawers and belly and gently cupped my sonant 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 female child so many clock time. Now I was on the receiving end, I relished the sensation.

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