I was only 23 when I first moved to New 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 pull in the virtually of living in Manhattan. I had a studio on the speed due east side of meat and was earning a well pay.

I had hatful to do and lots of girl. New York daughter at the fourth dimension ( who knows ? maybe still ) were just as horny as the guys, as far as I could tell.

There were spate of times I would hook up with a girl I 'd just met in my topical anaesthetic bar that night and have a couple of weeks together and then move on. No recriminations. It took me by surprise at inaugural but that attack suited me perfectly.

I could smoke Mary Jane and tug 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 rest home from the bar one Sabbatum dark, solo this clip. As usual I stopped at the newsagent at 79th and showtime Ave which got the other editions of the Billy Sunday NY Times. This night I picked up a couple of skin mags to scan later. Folded them into my paper for the duet 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 iteration of erotica and you could buy a hand-held spectator to watch them on. Not much money but it did seem like a lot of trouble so I never bothered.

But those little ads at the back of the mags also sometimes had lilliputian thumbnail images with them and I found them to be more erotic than the broad pageboy girls in the meat of the magazine. They were flyspeck and blurred, but these were obviously mass actually fucking, not just young lady posing, so it was more shake up and I would strain to see. I even came to roll in the hay which publications had the best ad section and bought accordingly.

Sometimes the ads would admit one or two gay or bi images. These were the first single 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 give a clew, 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 home with my paper. It was about 2am and I was pretty toasted. As I walked down 1st, I passed a guy, maybe late 30s, leaning against a car.

He asked me something. I did n't hear him so, being the courteous civilized naive 23 yr 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 recollect what his pitch was but it must give been convincing. He talked me into his car. I remember having no horse sense of his intentions but he 'd spill about some occupy moonshine music and did I want to do and listen to it. I was kinda drunk and my 'game for anything'attitude had worked well so far. I think that was about the integral reasoning process.

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

We entered his flat 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 John Lennon - which was pretty jazz cool, to be fair. Then he said he just go variety, 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 secernate he had no clothes on underneath.

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

So then he said he 'd had a real occupy day in the studio 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 but kept on rubbing his shoulder joint. While I did so, I started to ideate what might happen succeeding. I never made a conscious decision 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 round. I said OK and he told me to lie on the carpeting and he would collapse me a thorough massage. I lay on my rachis and he leaned over me.

I was wearing an old Levi 's denim shirt, the sort with the popper push button, and he started pulling then apart, one after the early. 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 men 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 spread. 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 plaza.

He knew he had me. I felt his hand slip under my belt and the tips of his fingers brush into my pubic hair. But my jeans were tight and he could n't get farther. I sucked in my stomach just slightly. Just enough to let him jazz I was OK with what he was doing without saying it out loud. I still was n't gear up to accept to myself that I was OK with what was happening, let alone to person else.

He read the cue and I felt him unbuckle my belt and untie the button of my jeans. 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-to-do on his bed. I was stoned, and curious and perk up. I nodded. He helped me up and took me by the hired man to the next room.

When we were next to his bed he stopped and turned and pulled me against him. His buttock against my impudence. 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 hands pulling on my ass as he ground his hard cock against mine.

He reached between us, pulled the zip of my fly and then with a script on each of my hips pushed my dungaree and underclothing down over the bender of my derriere. They fell to my ankles and I stepped out of my snitch so that I could tug the blue jean and boxers off completely. Then he took hold of my open shirt and I slipped my weaponry out. I stood naked in front of him except for my white 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 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 young and skinny at the sentence. He had quite thick bureau tomentum, I was completely smooth except for my pubes.

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

That was probably the first here and now he sensed that I was new to this. I could separate he was a little surprised but also excited.

'' Is this your first meter with a guy ? '' he asked. I admitted it was.

He told me `` do n't worry, I think you 'll enjoy it. I 'll go retard and we 'll only do what you 're comfy with. ``

He was such a nice guy.

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

As I stood there, just holding his cock, he started to move his rose hip so that he was form of fucking my fist.

I started to stroke up and down. I am uncircumcised, so pre-cum under my foreskin is adequate lubrication for a nice wank, but this man was cut, so it needed a unlike technique, 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 hand on my shoulder pressing me down .... this was going further than I really wanted, but I did n't feel I could discontinue him from making me suck his cock.

I knelt down, keeping my hand on his hard penis. He said `` unfastened your oral cavity '' and I did and I felt his cock go between my rim. I kept my fist round the base of his shaft to break off from pushing too much into my back talk. I felt the head of his cock 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 putz with my tongue.

I took my hand away so I could get to a greater extent cock into my mouth. I was enjoying it. Reaching down, I started stroking myself as I blew him. He said `` touch my lump, child, '' so with my early paw I started fondling his lump 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 Lapplander for me.

So I did that. He pulled back the covers and I lay on his cool off cotton plane. It was unusual 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 defenseless dead body ... he stroked his cock while he looked at me. I wanted to deal myself but instead I lay there and let myself be ogled the way I had done with charwoman. It was unusual 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 dick in his other hand so that he was stroking us both at the Saame time. It was so erotic ... then he climbed between my thigh and started to suck my cock.

I held his school principal in my hired man as he sucked me. He reached up and pushed against the interior of my thighs so that my legs spread and he lifted them up onto his shoulders as he continued with his lip on my penis. His manpower cupped the undersides of my ass cheeks and he pulled them apart slightly ... I could feel air on my anus as he exposed it .... and then I felt his fingerbreadth there.

He was still sucking me off as I felt him set forth to tug his fingerbreadth into my ass. It felt wet, and I realized that he had managed to put some lubrication on his hand. But my ass was pissed 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 relaxed my brawniness as much as I could and felt him skid in a petty.

'' 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 have sex my ass. All the piece he was looking right into my eyes from his emplacement down between my legs.

Then I felt him start to enter me with a mo finger's breadth and he repeated the process ... slowly allowing me to get used to it and then starting to have a go at it in and out.

I could feel him slightly twisting his articulatio radiocarpea, too, as he fingered me in and out, which was driving me raving mad.

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

What could I say ? I was lying with my branch facing pages and his fingers inside me. My asshole was well lubricated. My inhibitions were screaming NO, but the reality was that this man wanted to jazz me and from the depth of my being, I was willing.



I nodded silently.

He withdrew his fingers from my ass and got up onto his haunches.

My stage were already on his berm, so my bottom came up off the bed as he rose.

He reached behind himself and located the lube ; rubbed it all over his stopcock. It seemed a lot bighearted now. Then, with another whispered `` relax '' he leaned over me and guided his dick against my shit.

I felt his peter point press against my ass and tried to relax as he pushed harder. Then I felt my muscle suddenly give way and his head slipped into me.

I reached down and grabbed my buttock and spread my ass as much as possible, trying to make it easier for his cock to insert me.

He put more of his weight against me and I felt him slip one's mind further in.

He was taking his time and was very patient and gradually I was capable 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 intact penis inside me.



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

I nodded again and he started to pull back and then labor back in. Out and in, out and in, out and in. It felt immense every sentence he pushed back into me. Our middle stayed locked on each other though, and I could see that he was taking his metre and being gentle with me. It seemed to go on for hours but had probably only been a few bit when he started to increase the speed of his stab into me. It was clear he was going to cum soon.

I reached up and held my arm around his shoulders. He lowered himself onto me and I felt his breath in the malefactor of my shoulder. It felt so erotic and made me mentally give myself up completely. I lowered my peg and put them around his waist. My heels were on the small of his back. I was clinging onto his neck as he fucked me faster and faster.

My unscathed body 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 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 goat and his arm was draped over me. His hand roamed over my chest and belly and gently cupped my flaccid 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 girls so many multiplication. Now I was on the receiving end, I relished the sensation.

If he 'd wanted to have it off me again right away, I would take in been to a greater extent than eagre. 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 munition .