I was in my early 20 's. I, at the time was by all means straight, I dated girls, fucked lady friend, and loved every minute of it. But from around 17 years old I had gone through the shemale stage of smut, and eventually ( I ca n't recall how exactly ) I had moved onto gay porn.

I still remember the fear i felt when watching it, because I knew this meant I was bisexual. I do n't think I actually came watching it for a dependable 6 months. Maybe my way of making it less gay, I dunno. First it was twinks, twinks and more than twinks. Then it moved onto daddy fucking twinks, which one of course would feign that I had an obsession with young skinny emo gallant, but then I realised one day that I was actually watching the daddy the entire meter. 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 indisputable my photo were completely unrecognisable etc.

One hungover Sunday morning I had the usual katzenjammer car horn. I made the normally-drunk determination to hop onto my favourite site and waiting for me were respective content 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 guy cable.

Having a speedy look I could see it was the common 50+ overweight, pocket-sized 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 eubstance pilus here and there but nothing to care about.

One of the messages was from a guy in his 40 's, he looked very well kept and had a plastered body, muscles but not ripped ( gym fit ) and a bit of a tan. His face was showing slightly in the pics but was covered by the camera newsbreak. Fuck it why not.

I sent a reply to his endeavour at minor talking from 6 days prior and went on browsing the site. The page refreshed a few minute later and I had a content in my inbox. It was him ! I excitedly clicked on and opened a new tab up so I could jibe his motion-picture show out again while I read.

He was asking if i was looking to meet and I said yes but I had not done anal before but was groovy to try. I had given oral to a couple hombre before but it was so few and far between by this stop I was pretty practically at experience zero.

Again he replied almost instantly. Asking if i wanted to come polish up some clip and we can carry it slow. Damn my hungover dick was maddened already. I said that I would have sex that and then asked if he was free now. To my joy, it was a yes.

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

A long, brass racking bus drive later and I got to his street. Mouth dry as Inferno because of the nerves, I jumped into the nearest shop and got myself some juice. I opened the site to say i was a few Min dialect away. When i got to his building he was waiting outside at the door for me. That weirded me out, but I couldnt back out now. We walked up the steps and into his flat. Despite the bumpy area that we were in, his plaza was incredibly nice.

We sat in the living way and he asked if I wanted a drink, `` Just a H2O please '' I barely managed to say out of my even more increasingly drying sassing. I should 've asked for a beer to make the unharmed thing easier. He sat on the couch cornering where I was and asked me what I had done with cat before, I said just some cuddling and some school principal, but never any anal sex giving or receiving. He said that it wasnt a problem and he had been with many Virgo before, a bit Weird I thought but at least he 'll know how to be with me.

He asked if i wanted to go to the bedroom, or alternatively the bathroom, there was a prominent jacuzzi style bathtub in there, but I said the bedroom as this was all new enough to me as it is. I took my clothe off in the sleeping room while he was strangely absent, had a quick look around to see any mark of blot out photographic camera and awaited his regaining. He came through with a safety, a small towel and a bottle of lube.

I just stood there like a deer in headlights, confused and a bit scared. I had been through this scenario hundreds of time with cleaning lady, but in this caseful, I did not know how to proceed. It also was n't til now that I realised he was about a groundwork unretentive 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.

He almost leapt up at me and his sass locked to mine. He kissed deeply and passionately and started sucking me tongue every so often. I thought to myself he needed to calm 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 kissing when he had me underneath him. The peak issuing now was not a problem. He was ontop of me and I felt the soundbox heat, I felt his strong articulatio humeri and I felt the funfair sparsed all over him. I am about to hold out out my ultimate fantasy.

He worked his was down my body and started sucking my dick. I was only semi hard at this full point but it was hands down the dear blowjob I 'd ever had. following matter I know is his tool is now in my expression, for a 69. I did what I had done the concluding fe times, took it in my mouth and essentiially emulated what I believed felt big. He was moaning alot, something I first found Weird. I had been told I was great at it, something that made me experience bad for women ( who have given me some shockingly bad ones in my clock time ) because having a dick means you know what is great. We continued like this for about 5 minutes, my dick had n't gotten to 100 % hard yet, which I blame on hold up night 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 sportsmanlike 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 spit right onto it. I dont like this one bit i thought, then, without word of advice, he made circular question and my total body turned to dogsled, then tensed up, then back to treacle. Jesus this was absolute heaven.

He circled and pushed, changed speeds and pressures for what felt like an timelessness but in reality was probably only 5-10 second. Next was an incredibly low temperature touch on my ass from the heat that I just felt, that must be the lube. His fingers were dancing around me tight Virgo pickle until they started to suggest at penetration. I could feel ever so slightly a finger's breadth going in, then out, then in advance. Before i knew it I felt his knuckles on my brass, he had a finger's breadth right up there, gently poking around. No tone of my prostate/gspot yet thought which confused me, I was that ignorant back then that I assumed it would be an automatic rifle feeling straight away. `` Well done '' he said to me, `` You 're pretty a great deal half way there, '' then he slowly took his finger out. `` Are you ready ? '' I nodded nervously. `` It 's okeh, I will go slacken. ``

I was on my spinal column with the low towel slightly tucked under my lower berth back/ass, he came up to my face horizontal surface 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. Erection preferred but not required. My cerebration were interrupted by the flavor of something bigger than a finger tip touching ontop my butthole. Did he just gather some size ? It felt much bigger than what I had just had in my back talk minutes before. His dick was about 6 inch, not too thick and cut, a bit like mine.

Still kissing deeply, he slowly started to hump his hawkshaw into my hole. I thought it was never going to go in, no way, it started to suffer the more he worked it in, but I knew this would be the character so I powered through. Eventually I felt his intact tip inside the first inch of my ass, thats the freehanded part done which felt like a fill-in. apology in approach 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 sense. Despite realising that all that is happening is something is going in and out of my hole, pretty much like being on the toilette, I still had the vexation in my head. This did n't help my case as I was tensing up with the affright. He told me to relax an let him do his thing.

His assurance actually worked and I felt much better lying back and going through the movement. He was about half the way in with his poke and I felt him reposition to a more tactile position. His thrusts were going deeper now and they felt impregnable and more keep in line. I started to sense his thighs touching mine, with my knees in the air, and his orb slowly hitting against my arsecheeks. He was almost fully in by this point and the discomfort I felt before was belittled by the massively arousing opinion of being fucked. Not just the physical feeling inside of me, but also the general sentiment of the act itself. I was underneath a grown man and he was pleasuring himself at my expense.

He started to race up, kissing me ever so often, my sassing, my neck, my chest. I kept my eyes closed the entire prison term, unsure if this was the correct etiquette. It did not seem to discommode him, as he kept getting faster but without hurting me with his thrusts. They were strong but not crazy. Even faster now and I started to get this feeling in my balls, at least I thought thats what it was, It was as if all of the region of my genitals, including a new part that I had never felt before, were heating up and tingling. The increase of the pep pill made this even comfortably now an oh my god this was the elusive prostate gland I had heard of. I never wanted it to end.

As if out of nowhere his entire consistency froze up and he made the'I 've just came'sound. I did n't find it like I thought I would because he was wearing a condom. trueness 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 sleep together 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 nookie was. `` undecomposed 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 finger aswell, as I had just said no to a request of his. He sucked me until I came and swallowed my load.

When all done I was sat on his bed and started to meet my thing from the floor then started getting dressed. He said I did not ask to go so spry but I had the military post orgasm 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 good couple personality wise.

I left, with the feeling of pride that I did n't need to discontinue, but also with the feeling of ruefulness that I did n't get the hazard to jerk off my cumming prick while being fucked, but theres always next time .