I was only 23 when I first moved to New House of York in the late 70s. It was a great time for me. I hit the ground 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 attitude to feature to have the well-nigh of living in Manhattan. I had a studio on the Upper East Side and was earning a good pay.

I had mountain to do and distribute 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 tell apart.

There were plenty of time I would hook up with a daughter I 'd just met in my local bar that night and have a distich of weeks together and then move on. No recriminations. It took me by surprise at maiden but that approach suited me perfectly.

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

I was on my way home from the bar one Sat nighttime, solo this fourth dimension. As usual I stopped at the newsagent at 79th and commencement Ave which got the early on editions of the William Ashley Sunday NY time. This night I picked up a duo of pelt mag to read later. Folded them into my paper for the couple of auction block walk home. Those 24-hour interval, that was it for porn. There was no internet and not even VHS.

There were ads in the dorsum of the men 's mag for 2-minute 8mm loop topology of pornography and you could buy a hand-held watcher to watch them on. Not practically money but it did look like a lot of trouble so I never bothered.

But those footling ads at the rear of the mag also sometimes had lilliputian thumbnail images with them and I found them to be more erotic than the full moon varlet girls in the nitty-gritty of the magazine publisher. They were diminutive and blurred, but these were obviously people 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 advantageously ad section and bought accordingly.

Sometimes the ads would include one or two gay or bi paradigm. These were the starting time ones I had ever seen. I found myself imagining what it would be like to be with another guy. Purely as a fancy 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 crisp. As I walked down 1st, I passed a guy, maybe belatedly 30s, leaning against a car.

He asked me something. I did n't hear him so, being the nice cultivated uninitiated 23 year old small town boy that I was, I stopped and asked him to reprize himself. We got to talking. Well, he was talking and I was too genteel to cut him off, as I recall.

I still do n't call up what his pitch was but it must take in been convincing. He talked me into his car. I remember having no sensory faculty of his purpose but he 'd verbalise about some interesting bootleg music and did I want to get along and mind to it. I was kinda drunk and my 'game for anything'position had worked well so far. I think that was about the entire reasoning process.

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

We entered his apartment 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 apartment tape of John Lennon - which was pretty fucking cool, to be honest. 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 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 really busy day in the studio apartment and could I rub down 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 articulatio humeri. While I did so, I started to opine what might happen future. I never made a conscious decisiveness to go along with it but I was intrigued. I was being seduced by this previous 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 back and he leaned over me.

I was wearing an old St. Matthew the Apostle 's denim shirt, the kind with the popper release, and he started pulling then apart, one after the other. Then he pulled the shirt tails out of my blue jean and left me exposed to the waist and he started touching me all over. It was definitely touching. There was no pretending 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 Wyrd and I thought about bailing out but it was strangely compelling, too.

As he leaned over me his robe fell open air. 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 answer. But I did n't get up and run out of his situation.

He knew he had me. I felt his bridge player slip of paper under my swath and the backsheesh of his fingerbreadth brush into my pubic hair. But my jeans were plastered and he could n't get boost. 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 gimcrack. I still was n't ready 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 belt and undo the button of my jean. Then his 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-fixed on his bed. I was stoned, and singular and aroused. I nodded. He helped me up and took me by the hand to the next room.

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

He reached between us, pulled the zip of my fly and then with a script on each of my rosehip pushed my jean and underclothes down over the curve of my buttocks. They fell to my ankles and I stepped out of my gym shoe so that I could tug the dungaree and boxers off completely. Then he took hold of my open shirt and I slipped my arms out. I stood naked in figurehead of him except for my snowy mutation socks.

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

As it came untie, he shrugged his articulatio humeri and it slid off him to the base. Now he stood naked in front end of me. He was well-built with big pecs and it looked like he worked out. I was still young and skinny at the time. He had quite thickset bureau hair's-breadth, I was completely smooth except for my pubes.

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

That was probably the first base present moment he sensed that I was new to this. I could tell he was a petty storm but also excited.

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

He told me `` do n't concern, I think you 'll enjoy it. I 'll go obtuse and we 'll only do what you 're prosperous with. ``

He was such a decent guy.

He took my mitt and guided it to his erect penis. I held it for a moment. Feeling it against the thenar of my hand. Gripping it, I could assure that his was a bigger peter than mine. Not longer, but fatter.

As I stood there, just holding his cock, he started to move his hips 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 sufficiency lubrication for a nice wank, but this man was cut, so it needed a unlike proficiency, which I did n't koow ...

I did n't know 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 berm pressing me down .... this was going further than I really wanted, but I did n't sense I could barricade him from making me suck his cock.

I knelt down, keeping my hand on his voiceless penis. He said `` open your mouth '' and I did and I felt his pecker go between my backtalk. I kept my clenched fist round the alkali of his dick to finish from pushing too much into my mouth. I felt the head teacher of his hammer against my clapper. Felt my lips stretch around his ray of light. He did n't lunge hard, just quietly stood there and so I started sucking on it and exploring his prick with my clapper.

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

This went on for a few bit 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 cool cotton tabloid. It was unknown and arousing and taboo and so many affair were running through my head.

Lying naked on a man 's bed while he stood over me ... looking at my naked body ... he stroked his cock 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 char. It was unknown and pleasing to be on the other English of that. To sense that I was making him horny just by looking at me.

He leaned down and took my shaft in his former hired hand so that he was stroking us both at the same time. It was so erotic ... then he climbed between my thighs and started to blow my dick.

I held his head teacher in my hands as he sucked me. He reached up and pushed against the insides of my second joint so that my legs spread and he lifted them up onto his shoulders as he continued with his mouth on my penis. His hired man cupped the undersides of my ass cheek and he pulled them apart slightly ... I could feel air on my anus as he exposed it .... and then I felt his digit there.

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

He took his oral fissure 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 finger again pressing on my son of a bitch. I looked into his heart and loosen up my muscles as much as I could and felt him slip in a small.

'' 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 get to finger fuck my ass. All the patch he was looking right into my eyes from his status down between my legs.

Then I felt him start to enter me with a 2d digit and he repeated the cognitive process ... slowly allowing me to get used to it and then starting to have intercourse in and out.

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

Then he lowered his mouth back to my cock and in about ten minute made me cum. My shaft in a man 's lip and his fingers 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 off you now ''.

What could I say ? I was lying with my legs spread and his fingers inside me. My asshole was well lubricated. My inhibitions were screaming NO, but the realism was that this man wanted to have sex me and from the astuteness 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 shoulders, so my rear end 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 vainglorious now. Then, with another whispered `` relax '' he leaned over me and guided his turncock against my asshole.

I felt his rooster psyche press against my ass and tried to unstrain as he pushed harder. Then I felt my heftiness suddenly give way and his head slipped into me.

I reached down and grabbed my cheeks and open my ass as much as potential, trying to make it easier for his cock to enter me.

He put more of his free 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 turncock 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 instant. Looking down at me. Then he asked `` Ready ? ''.

I nodded again and he started to back away and then push back in. Out and in, out and in, out and in. It felt huge every meter he pushed back into me. Our oculus stayed locked on each other though, and I could see that he was taking his time and being easy 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 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 breathing time in the malefactor of my shoulder. It felt so erotic and made me mentally give myself up completely. I lowered my stage and put them around his waist. My heels were on the small of his binding. I was clinging onto his neck opening as he fucked me immobile and faster.

My whole dead body hanging onto his. Feeling his stopcock 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 peter became arduous still as he shot. I clung to him, bucking my ass up to meet his cock.

He collapsed onto me and I felt his weightiness pressing me onto his bed. I lowered my legs but kept them wide 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 side and felt him spooning me. His softening cock was against my bum and his arm was draped over me. His hand roamed over my thorax and belly and gently cupped my easygoing cock and balls. My ass burned, but in a near way.

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

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