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

organism young and new I was up for anything, and that was exactly the right attitude to have to make the most of living in Manhattan. I had a studio apartment on the Upper East Side and was earning a expert pay.

I had plenty to do and distribute of girlfriends. New House of York girls at the prison term ( who knows ? maybe still ) were just as horny as the bozo, as far as I could tell.

There were plenty of meter I would hook up with a girlfriend I 'd just met in my local anaesthetic bar that dark and have a twain of hebdomad together and then move on. No recriminations. It took me by surprisal at first but that approach suited me perfectly.

I could fume weed and jerk off at home if nothing better came along. Hey, it was my own property. No worries about who was coming in unexpectedly. I loved the freedom.

I was on my way home from the bar one Saturday Nox, solo this metre. As common I stopped at the newsagent at 79th and First Ave which got the former editions of the Sunday NY Times. This night I picked up a duet of skin mag to show later. Folded them into my paper for the couple of blocks walk home. Those Clarence Day, that was it for porn. There was no internet and not even VHS.

There were ads in the cover of the men 's cartridge for 2-minute 8mm loop topology of soot and you could buy a hand-held spectator to watch them on. Not much money but it did look like a lot of problem so I never bothered.

But those minuscule ads at the back of the mags also sometimes had piffling thumbnail images with them and I found them to be more titillating than the replete varlet young lady in the meat of the powder store. They were tiny and blurred, but these were obviously people actually fucking, not just little girl posing, so it was more exciting and I would strain to see. I even came to have sex which publications had the secure ad section and bought accordingly.

Sometimes the ads would let in one or two gay or bi images. These were the first 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 hint, 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 paper. It was about 2am and I was pretty wassail. As I walked down 1st, I passed a guy, maybe tardy 30s, leaning against a car.

He asked me something. I did n't hear him so, being the Nice civilized naive 23 year old low town 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 remember what his sales pitch was but it must have been convincing. He talked me into his car. I remember having no sense of his intentions but he 'd spill about some interesting bootleg music and did I want to come and listen to it. I was kinda drunk and my 'game for anything'mental attitude 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 underground parking and a doorman.

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 tapeline of John the Evangelist John Lennon - which was pretty fucking poise, to be dependable. Then he said he just go change, so I just sat in his living room getting high and listening to the music.

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

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

So then he said he 'd had a substantial busy day in the studio and could I massage his shoulders ? And I waas like Um.. OK and did. Finally beginning to realize what was going on.

I began to sober up with the thought but kept on rubbing his shoulder. While I did so, I started to imagine what might hap next. I never made a conscious decision to go along with it but I was intrigued. I was being seduced by this sure-enough 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 vertebral column and he leaned over me.

I was wearing an old Saint Matthew the Apostle 's denim shirt, the kind with the popper clitoris, and he started pulling then apart, one after the former. Then he pulled the shirt tails out of my jeans 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 organic structure.

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 compelling, too.

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

He knew he had me. I felt his hand shimmy under my smash and the tips of his fingers brush into my pubic hair. But my jeans were tight and he could n't get farther. I sucked in my stomach 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 make to admit to myself that I was OK with what was happening, let alone to someone else.

He read the cue and I felt him unbuckle my bang and unwrap the push of my jeans. Then his script went back in and I felt him touching my tool. I was hard. I had n't realized until he touched me.

He suggested we would be more well-fixed on his bed. I was stoned, and singular and stirred up. I nodded. He helped me up and took me by the hand to the future room.

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

He reached between us, pulled the zip of my fly and then with a hand on each of my hips pushed my jeans and underwear down over the curved shape of my merchantman. They fell to my mortise joint and I stepped out of my snitcher so that I could tug the blue jean and drawers off completely. Then he took hold of my open shirt and I slipped my arms out. I stood naked in battlefront of him except for my white play socks.

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

As it came untied, 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 young and tightfitting at the time. He had quite compact bureau 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 instant he sensed that I was new to this. I could tell he was a little surprised but also excited.

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

He told me `` do n't worry, I think you 'll enjoy it. I 'll go behind and we 'll only do what you 're easy with. ``

He was such a gracious guy.

He took my bridge player and guided it to his erect member. I held it for a moment. Feeling it against the decoration of my hand. Gripping it, I could tell that his was a bighearted stopcock than mine. Not longer, but fatter.

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

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

I did n't get laid want 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 mitt on my shoulder pressing me down .... this was going further than I really wanted, but I did n't feel I could finish him from making me suck his cock.

I knelt down, keeping my deal on his concentrated penis. He said `` open your back talk '' and I did and I felt his peter go between my mouth. I kept my clenched fist round the base of his calamus to stop from pushing too much into my mouth. I felt the question of his peter 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 tool with my tongue.

I took my hand away so I could get more cock into my backtalk. I was enjoying it. Reaching down, I started stroking myself as I blew him. He said `` touch my orchis, baby, '' so with my other hand I started fondling his balls 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 covers and I lay on his coolheaded cotton plant bed sheet. It was unknown and arousing and taboo and so many things were running through my head.

Lying naked on a man 's bed while he stood over me ... looking at my nude consistency ... he stroked his shaft 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 women. It was strange and pleasing to be on the other side of that. To experience that I was making him horny just by looking at me.

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

I held his capitulum in my mitt as he sucked me. He reached up and pushed against the inside of my thighs so that my legs spread and he lifted them up onto his berm as he continued with his mouth on my phallus. His hands cupped the bottom 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's breadth there.

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

He took his backtalk from my pecker, 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 asshole. I looked into his centre and relaxed my muscles as much as I could and felt him gaucherie in a niggling.

'' 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 startle to finger bang my ass. All the while he was looking right into my heart from his position down between my legs.

Then I felt him start to recruit me with a second finger and he repeated the process ... slowly allowing me to get used to it and then starting to jazz in and out.

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

Then he lowered his mouth back to my tool and in about ten seconds made me cum. My pecker in a man 's oral cavity 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 love you now ''.

What could I say ? I was lying with my legs banquet and his finger's breadth inside me. My asshole was well lubricated. My prohibition were screaming NO, but the world was that this man wanted to roll in the hay 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 peg were already on his articulatio humeri, so my bottom came up off the bed as he rose.

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

I felt his cock head word crush against my ass and tried to relax as he pushed harder. Then I felt my heftiness suddenly give way and his question slipped into me.

I reached down and snap up my impudence and spread my ass as much as possible, trying to make it comfortable for his pecker to enter me.

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

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



He stayed there for a few here and now. Looking down at me. Then he asked `` cook ? ''.

I nodded again and he started to withdraw and then push back in. Out and in, out and in, out and in. It felt Brobdingnagian every time he pushed back into me. Our eyes stayed locked on each other though, and I could see that he was taking his time and being placate with me. It seemed to go on for hours but had probably only been a few min when he started to increase the swiftness of his push into me. It was clear 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 articulatio humeri. It felt so titillating and made me mentally give myself up completely. I lowered my legs and put them around his waist. My heels were on the small of his back. I was clinging onto his neck as he fucked me immobile and faster.

My whole physical structure hanging onto his. Feeling his turncock 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 harder still as he shot. I clung to him, bucking my ass up to fill his cock.

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

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

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

If he 'd wanted to fuck me again right away, I would birth been Sir Thomas More than eager. My consistency was enveloped by this man and it felt like something so natural, something I had been missing. I drifted off to blissful sleep in his blazon .