I was only 23 when I first moved to New York in the late 70s. It was a corking time 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 rectify attitude to give to attain the most of living in Manhattan. I had a studio on the speed East Side and was earning a good salary.

I had pile to do and lots of girlfriends. New York fille at the metre ( who knows ? maybe still ) were just as horny as the bozo, as far as I could recite.

There were mess of times I would snare up with a girl I 'd just met in my local anaesthetic bar that dark and have a couple of calendar week together and then move on. No recriminations. It took me by surprise at first but that approach suited me perfectly.

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

I was on my way habitation from the bar one Saturday Nox, solo this time. As usual I stopped at the newsagent at 79th and commencement Ave which got the early variation of the Sunday NY times. This night I picked up a span of skin magazine to take later. Folded them into my newspaper publisher for the twosome of blocks walk nursing home. Those days, that was it for pornography. There was no internet and not even VHS.

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

But those little ads at the back of the mags also sometimes had fiddling thumbnail range with them and I found them to be more erotic than the full varlet miss in the meat of the magazine. They were midget and fuzzy, but these were obviously citizenry actually fucking, not just girls posing, so it was more exciting and I would strain to see. I even came to know which publications had the respectable 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 make a clue, really. I had no idea what I would wish or would desire to do. It was the differentness of it that set me off.

So this Saturday night I was walking home with my paper. It was about 2am and I was pretty toasted. 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 civilised naive 23 year old small 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 commemorate what his pitch was but it must receive been convincing. He talked me into his car. I remember having no mother wit of his intent but he 'd lecture about some interesting bootleg medicine and did I want to fare and listen to it. I was kinda wino and my 'game for anything'position had worked well so far. I think that was about the entire reasoning procedure.

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

We entered his apartment and he got me a beer and pulled out some ready-rolled join and offered me one. So yeah, why not ? And then put on a studio mag tape of John John Lennon - which was pretty fucking cool, to be fair. Then he said he just go modification, 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 tell he had no clothes on underneath.

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

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

I began to sober up with the thought but kept on rubbing his shoulder joint. While I did so, I started to suppose what might pass next. I never made a witting conclusion to go along with it but I was intrigued. I was being seduced by this honest-to-god 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 thorough massage. I lay on my backbone and he leaned over me.

I was wearing an old Levi 's denim shirt, the kind with the popper buttons, and he started pulling then apart, one after the other. 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 script 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 compelling, too.

As he leaned over me his gown 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 do. But I did n't get up and run out of his place.

He knew he had me. I felt his hand slip under my belt and the crown of his fingers brush into my pubic hair. But my jeans were tight and he could n't get advance. I sucked in my tum just slightly. Just enough to let him have it away I was OK with what he was doing without saying it out cheap. I still was n't cook to accept 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 swath and unmake the clit of my jeans. Then his hired hand 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 well-to-do on his bed. I was stoned, and funny and evoke. I nodded. He helped me up and took me by the paw to the next way.

When we were succeeding to his bed he stopped and turned and pulled me against him. His boldness against my cheek. He murmured 'You 're so hot'into my ear. It gave me quiver. I felt my bare chest against the silk of his gown and his script pulling on my ass as he ground his knockout dick against mine.

He reached between us, pulled the zip of my fly and then with a hired man on each of my hips pushed my blue jean and underwear down over the curve of my bottom. They fell to my ankles and I stepped out of my sneakers so that I could tug the jeans and boxers off completely. Then he took grip of my open shirt and I slipped my arms out. I stood naked in front of him except for my white sports 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 untied, he shrugged his shoulders and it slid off him to the story. 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 Danton True Young and skinny at the time. He had quite wooden-headed 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 make love ''.

That was probably the first moment he sensed that I was new to this. I could tell he was a little surprised but also excited.

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

He told me `` do n't vex, I think you 'll love it. I 'll go slacken 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 phallus. I held it for a instant. Feeling it against the palm of my hired hand. Gripping it, I could tell that his was a bigger dick than mine. Not longer, but fatter.

As I stood there, just holding his cock, he started to propel 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 foreskin 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 recognise 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 experience I could give up him from making me suck his cock.

I knelt down, keeping my mitt on his hard penis. He said `` clear your mouth '' and I did and I felt his cock go between my mouth. I kept my clenched fist round the base of his ray to cease from pushing too much into my mouth. I felt the school principal of his stopcock against my lingua. Felt my lips stretch around his cock. He did n't pierce hard, just quietly stood there and so I started sucking on it and exploring his cock with my knife.

I took my deal away so I could get to a greater extent hammer into my mouth. I was enjoying it. Reaching down, I started stroking myself as I blew him. He said `` touch my balls, baby, '' so with my other mitt I started fondling his clod 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 natural covering and I lay on his assuredness cotton mainsheet. 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 bare body ... he stroked his cock while he looked at me. I wanted to overlay myself but instead I lay there and let myself be ogled the way I had done with cleaning lady. It was strange and pleasing to be on the other face of that. To feel that I was making him horny just by looking at me.

He leaned down and took my cock in his former hand so that he was stroking us both at the Sami time. It was so erotic ... then he climbed between my second joint and started to blow my cock.

I held his head in my workforce as he sucked me. He reached up and pushed against the insides of my thighs so that my ramification scatter and he lifted them up onto his shoulders as he continued with his mouth on my member. His hands cupped the undersides of my ass brass 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 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 tight anyway.

He took his mouth from my cock, 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 asshole. I looked into his eyes and slack my muscles as much as I could and felt him slip of paper 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 start to finger fuck my ass. All the while he was looking right into my eyes from his view down between my legs.

Then I felt him start to inscribe me with a second finger and he repeated the appendage ... slowly allowing me to get used to it and then starting to be intimate in and out.

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

Then he lowered his mouth back to my prick and in about ten seconds made me cum. My cock in a man 's lip and his fingerbreadth 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 cattle ranch and his finger's breadth inside me. My asshole was well lubricated. My inhibitions were screaming NO, but the reality 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 berm, so my bottom 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 bigger now. Then, with another whispered `` relax '' he leaned over me and guided his cock against my prick.

I felt his peter school principal press against my ass and tried to slow down as he pushed harder. Then I felt my muscles suddenly give way and his head slipped into me.

I reached down and seize my cheeks and spread my ass as much as potential, trying to pretend it well-off for his cock to go in 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 adjust to having his cock in my ass and eventually I felt his balls against my bum and knew that he had got his stallion phallus inside me.



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

I nodded again and he started to disengage and then push back in. Out and in, out and in, out and in. It felt Brobdingnagian every sentence he pushed back into me. Our optic stayed locked on each other though, and I could see that he was taking his time and being gruntle with me. It seemed to go on for hours but had probably only been a few proceedings when he started to increase the speed of his jab into me. It was clear he was going to cum soon.

I reached up and held my weaponry around his shoulder. He lowered himself onto me and I felt his hint in the crook of my shoulder. It felt so titillating and made me mentally give myself up completely. I lowered my legs and put them around his shank. My blackguard were on the small of his cover. I was clinging onto his neck as he fucked me faster and faster.

My whole soundbox 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 meet his cock.

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

Finally he pulled out, climbed off me and pulled up the natural covering. 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 handwriting roamed over my thorax and belly and gently cupped my delicate 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 young woman so many times. Now I was on the receiving end, I relished the superstar.

If he 'd wanted to sleep together me again right away, I would take been to a greater extent than eager. My eubstance 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 munition .