I was only 23 when I first moved to New York in the belatedly 70s. It was a groovy clip for me. I hit the priming running and relished the fact that I was living there.

being young and new I was up for anything, and that was exactly the aright position to have to make the most of living in Manhattan. I had a studio on the upper due east side of meat and was earning a safe salary.

I had hatful to do and lots of lady friend. New York girls at the time ( who knows ? maybe still ) were just as horny as the guys, as far as I could enjoin.

There were plenty of times I would cabbage up with a young lady I 'd just met in my local bar that nighttime and have a couple of hebdomad together and then proceed on. No recriminations. It took me by surprise at commencement but that glide path suited me perfectly.

I could smoke weed and jerk off at home if zippo better came along. Hey, it was my own place. No headache about who was coming in unexpectedly. I loved the freedom.

I was on my way family from the bar one Saturday night, solo this time. As common I stopped at the newsagent at 79th and First Ave which got the ahead of time variation of the Billy Sunday NY Times. This nighttime I picked up a dyad of skin mags to scan later. Folded them into my paper for the couple of blocks walk home. Those daytime, that was it for porn. There was no internet and not even VHS.

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

But those piddling ads at the back of the mags also sometimes had little thumbnail paradigm with them and I found them to be more erotic than the full varlet young lady in the centre of the magazine publisher. They were tiny and slur, but these were obviously the great unwashed actually fucking, not just fille posing, so it was more exciting and I would strain to see. I even came to be intimate which publications had the skillful ad plane section and bought accordingly.

Sometimes the ads would include one or two gay or bi icon. These were the first unity 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 sustain 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 Saturday night I was walking rest home with my paper. 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 hear him so, being the nice polite naive 23 year old diminished 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 cultivated to cut him off, as I recall.

I still do n't remember what his rake was but it must sustain been convincing. He talked me into his car. I remember having no sense of his purpose but he 'd talk about some interesting bootleg medicine and did I want to come and listen to it. I was kinda rummy and my 'game for anything'attitude had worked well so far. I think that was about the total reasoning process.

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 hall porter.

We entered his apartment and he got me a beer and pulled out some ready-rolled articulation and offered me one. So yeah, why not ? And then put on a studio tape measure of John Lennon - which was pretty make out cool, to be honest. Then he said he just go variety, so I just sat in his living elbow room getting gamy 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 real number interfering day in the studio apartment and could I knead his shoulders ? And I waas like Um.. OK and did. Finally beginning to realize what was going on.

I began to sober up up with the persuasion but kept on rubbing his shoulders. While I did so, I started to imagine what might fall out next. I never made a witting decision to go along with it but I was intrigued. I was being seduced by this senior guy.

He said thanks for the massage and now it was my turn. I said OK and he told me to lie on the rug 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 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 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 workforce on my torso.

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 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 respond. But I did n't get up and run out of his lieu.

He knew he had me. I felt his script slip-up under my bang and the steer of his fingerbreadth brush into my pubic tomentum. But my denim were tight and he could n't get further. I sucked in my tummy just slightly. Just enough to let him acknowledge I was OK with what he was doing without saying it out forte. I still was n't ready to admit to myself that I was OK with what was happening, let alone to individual else.

He read the cue and I felt him unbuckle my belted ammunition and unmake the push button of my jeans. Then his hand went back in and I felt him touching my peter. I was hard. I had n't realized until he touched me.

He suggested we would be more easy on his bed. I was stoned, and curious and aroused. I nodded. He helped me up and took me by the script to the side by side way.

When we were following 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 dresser against the silk of his gown 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 hand 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 hold of my unfastened shirt and I slipped my arms out. I stood naked in front of him except for my livid mutant air sock.

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

As it came untied, he shrugged his articulatio humeri 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 boney at the time. He had quite thick breast whisker, I was completely placid except for my pubes.

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

That was probably the first moment he sensed that I was new to this. I could state he was a trivial storm but also excited.

'' Is this your first-class honours degree prison term 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 irksome and we 'll only do what you 're comfortable with. ``

He was such a nice guy.

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

As I stood there, just holding his stopcock, he started to move his hips so that he was variety of fucking my fist.

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

I did n't cognize 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 hand on my shoulder pressing me down .... this was going further than I really wanted, but I did n't sense I could stop him from making me lactate his cock.

I knelt down, keeping my hired hand on his concentrated penis. He said `` open your mouth '' and I did and I felt his cock go between my lips. I kept my fist round the base of his quill to check from pushing too much into my backtalk. I felt the header of his cock against my tongue. Felt my rim stretch around his putz. He did n't thrust hard, just quietly stood there and so I started sucking on it and exploring his dick with my tongue.

I took my hand away so I could get more cock into my mouth. I was enjoying it. Reaching down, I started stroking myself as I blew him. He said `` touch my lump, sister, '' so with my other paw I started fondling his clump while I sucked him off.

This went on for a few mo 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 aplomb cotton sheet. It was strange 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 body ... he stroked his dick 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 woman. It was strange and pleasing to be on the former side of that. To palpate that I was making him horny just by looking at me.

He leaned down and took my peter in his other paw so that he was stroking us both at the same time. It was so erotic ... then he climbed between my thighs and started to suck my peter.

I held his top dog in my hand as he sucked me. He reached up and pushed against the inside of my second joint so that my legs spread head and he lifted them up onto his shoulders as he continued with his back talk on my member. His script cupped the bottom of my ass cheeks and he pulled them apart slightly ... I could finger 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 to push his finger into my ass. It felt wet, and I realized that he had managed to put some lubrication on his hired hand. But my ass was slopped anyway.

He took his mouth from my cock, looked up at me and said `` relax, you 'll care it ''. He continued to look right at me and I felt his finger again pressing on my asshole. I looked into his centre and unbend my sinew as much as I could and felt him slip-up in a picayune.

'' 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 part to feel make love my ass. All the while he was looking right into my eyes from his placement down between my legs.

Then I felt him start to enter me with a endorsement finger's breadth and he repeated the process ... slowly allowing me to get used to it and then starting to fuck in and out.

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

Then he lowered his lip back to my rooster and in about ten seconds made me cum. My pecker in a man 's mouth and his finger up my ass were definitely a short-cut to orgasm.

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

What could I say ? I was lying with my pegleg spread and his fingers inside me. My prick was well lubricated. My inhibitions were screaming NO, but the reality was that this man wanted to get laid me and from the depths of my being, I was willing.



I nodded silently.

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

My legs were already on his shoulders, so my bottom 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 bigger now. Then, with another whispered `` relax '' he leaned over me and guided his shaft against my asshole.

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

I reached down and snaffle my impertinence and scatter my ass as much as potential, trying to make it easier for his tool to put down me.

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

He was taking his meter and was very patient and gradually I was able-bodied to adjust to having his cock in my ass and eventually I felt his lump against my bum and knew that he had got his total penis inside me.



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

I nodded again and he started to recede and then campaign back in. Out and in, out and in, out and in. It felt huge every time he pushed back into me. Our centre stayed locked on each other 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 bit when he started to increase the amphetamine of his thrust into me. It was unclutter he was going to cum soon.

I reached up and held my weapons system around his berm. He lowered himself onto me and I felt his breath in the crook of my berm. It felt so erotic and made me mentally give myself up completely. I lowered my wooden leg and put them around his waistline. My heels were on the small-scale of his back. I was clinging onto his neck as he fucked me riotous 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 cock became harder still as he shot. I clung to him, bucking my ass up to converge his cock.

He collapsed onto me and I felt his free weight pressing me onto his bed. I lowered my legs but kept them wide apart. His peter 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 deal roamed over my pectus and belly and gently cupped my lenient rooster and orchis. My ass burned, but in a good way.

He kissed and nuzzled the scruff of my neck, something I had done with girls so many clock time. Now I was on the receiving end, I relished the sensation.

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