I was only 23 when I first moved to New York in the late 70s. It was a slap-up time for me. I hit the ground running and relished the fact that I was living there.

organism Loretta Young and new I was up for anything, and that was exactly the right field attitude to have to make the nigh of living in manhattan. I had a studio on the Upper East Side and was earning a near salary.

I had plenty to do and lots of lady friend. New House of York girls at the fourth dimension ( who knows ? maybe still ) were just as horny as the bozo, as far as I could enjoin.

There were good deal of times I would addict up with a daughter I 'd just met in my local bar that Night and have a couple of hebdomad 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 jerk off at home if zip better came along. Hey, it was my own topographic point. No trouble about who was coming in unexpectedly. I loved the freedom.

I was on my way home from the bar one Saturday night, solo this clock time. As usual I stopped at the newsagent at 79th and First Ave which got the early editions of the Lord's Day NY Times. This Night I picked up a brace of cutis mag to register later. Folded them into my newspaper for the duo of blocks walk home. Those days, 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 loops of smut and you could buy a handheld looker to watch them on. Not much money but it did seem like a lot of worry so I never bothered.

But those petty ads at the back of the mag also sometimes had little thumbnail images with them and I found them to be more erotic than the full page fille in the kernel of the cartridge holder. They were diminutive and blurred, but these were obviously people actually fucking, not just young lady posing, so it was more exciting and I would separate out to see. I even came to know which issue had the well ad incision and bought accordingly.

Sometimes the ads would include one or two gay or bi simulacrum. These were the foremost 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 clew, really. I had no thought 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 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 polite unenlightened 23 year old low townsfolk boy that I was, I stopped and asked him to echo 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 pitch was but it must possess been convincing. He talked me into his car. I remember having no sense of his intention but he 'd utter about some worry bootleg medicine and did I want to come and listen to it. I was kinda wino and my 'game for anything'posture 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 min 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 joints and offered me one. So yeah, why not ? And then put on a studio tape of John Lennon - which was pretty fucking poise, to be fair. Then he said he just go change, so I just sat in his keep elbow room getting luxuriously 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 trance on what was up.

So then he said he 'd had a real busy day in the studio apartment 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 process but kept on rubbing his shoulders. While I did so, I started to opine what might happen following. I never made a witting decisiveness to go along with it but I was intrigued. I was being seduced by this older guy.

He said thanks for the massage and now it was my bout. I said OK and he told me to lie on the carpet and he would give me a thorough massage. I lay on my binding and he leaned over me.

I was wearing an old Levi 's denim shirt, the kind with the popper clit, 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 pretending at a massage. I realized that he just wanted his manus on my dead body.

This was completely new for me. I 'd never had a man touch me like that. It was uncanny 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 answer. But I did n't get up and run out of his billet.

He knew he had me. I felt his hand cutting under my knock and the tips of his digit brush into my pubic haircloth. But my jeans were blind drunk and he could n't get further. I sucked in my breadbasket 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 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 untie the push button of my jeans. Then his hired hand went back in and I felt him touching my cock. I was operose. I had n't realized until he touched me.

He suggested we would be more comfortable on his bed. I was stoned, and curious and aroused. I nodded. He helped me up and took me by the hand to the next room.

When we were next 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 chill. I felt my bare chest against the silk of his robe and his bridge player pulling on my ass as he ground his knockout cock 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 jeans and underclothes 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 drawers off completely. Then he took appreciation of my overt shirt and I slipped my weapon system out. I stood naked in front of him except for my whiteness fun 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 base. Now he stood naked in front of me. He was well-built with big pectoral muscle and it looked like he worked out. I was still Loretta Young and tightfitting at the fourth dimension. He had quite thick pectus hair, I was completely still except for my pubes.

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

That was probably the first off import he sensed that I was new to this. I could state he was a little surprise but also excited.

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

He told me `` do n't worry, I think you 'll love it. I 'll go irksome and we 'll only do what you 're comfortable with. ``

He was such a dainty guy.

He took my hand and guided it to his erect penis. I held it for a second. Feeling it against the ribbon of my hand. Gripping it, I could distinguish that his was a gravid cock than mine. Not longer, but fatter.

As I stood there, just holding his prick, he started to move his articulatio coxae so that he was sort of fucking my clenched fist.

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

I did n't cognise 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 hand on my berm pressing me down .... this was going further than I really wanted, but I did n't experience I could stop him from making me suck his cock.

I knelt down, keeping my hand on his operose phallus. He said `` open your sassing '' and I did and I felt his cock go between my lip. I kept my fist round the infrastructure of his shaft of light to stop from pushing too much into my mouth. I felt the chief of his cock against my tongue. Felt my lips stretch around his shaft. He did n't hurl hard, just quietly stood there and so I started sucking on it and exploring his cock with my tongue.

I took my mitt away so I could get Thomas More rooster into my mouth. I was enjoying it. Reaching down, I started stroking myself as I blew him. He said `` touch my orchis, babe, '' so with my other hand I started fondling his balls while I sucked him off.

This went on for a few second 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 nerveless cotton sheet. It was strange and arousing and taboo and so many thing were running through my head.

lying naked on a man 's bed while he stood over me ... looking at my naked eubstance ... 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 women. It was strange and pleasing to be on the other English of that. To feel that I was making him horny just by looking at me.

He leaned down and took my cock in his other deal so that he was stroking us both at the Same prison term. It was so titillating ... then he climbed between my thighs and started to nurse my hammer.

I held his question in my workforce as he sucked me. He reached up and pushed against the insides of my thighs so that my legs spread and he lifted them up onto his shoulder joint as he continued with his sassing on my phallus. His hands cupped the underside of my ass buttock and he pulled them apart slightly ... I could find 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 mouthpiece from my shaft, 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 prick. I looked into his eyes and relaxed my muscles as much as I could and felt him pillowcase 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 bonk my ass. All the while he was looking right into my eyes from his military position down between my legs.

Then I felt him lead off to enter me with a second finger and he repeated the summons ... slowly allowing me to get used to it and then starting to fuck in and out.

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

Then he lowered his rima oris back to my stopcock and in about ten instant made me cum. My cock in a man 's mouth and his finger's breadth 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 intercourse you now ''.

What could I say ? I was lying with my peg spread and his fingers inside me. My arse was well lubricated. My inhibitions were screaming NO, but the reality was that this man wanted to have it away 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 branch were already on his shoulders, 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 asshole.

I felt his cock foreland public press against my ass and tried to relax as he pushed harder. Then I felt my brawniness suddenly give way and his head slipped into me.

I reached down and grabbed my brass and diffuse my ass as much as possible, trying to urinate it well-fixed for his rooster to enter me.

He put to a greater extent of his weight unit against me and I felt him drop away further in.

He was taking his time and was very patient and gradually I was capable to line up to having his rooster 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 moments. Looking down at me. Then he asked `` Ready ? ''.

I nodded again and he started to withdraw and then tug back in. Out and in, out and in, out and in. It felt huge every clock time he pushed back into me. Our heart stayed locked on each former though, and I could see that he was taking his time and being pacify with me. It seemed to go on for hours but had probably only been a few minutes when he started to increase the f number of his thrusting into me. It was open he was going to cum soon.

I reached up and held my limb around his shoulders. He lowered himself onto me and I felt his breath in the crook of my shoulder. It felt so titillating and made me mentally give myself up completely. I lowered my wooden leg and put them around his waist. My heels were on the small of his dorsum. I was clinging onto his neck as he fucked me faster and faster.

My all eubstance 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 unvoiced still as he shot. I clung to him, bucking my ass up to fit his cock.

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

Finally he pulled out, climbed off me and pulled up the cover version. 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 chest and belly and gently cupped my sonant cock and balls. My ass burned, but in a respectable way.

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

If he 'd wanted to sleep together 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 slumber in his arms .