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

Being Pres Young and new I was up for anything, and that was exactly the right hand posture to have to make the most of bread and butter in manhattan. I had a studio on the Upper East Side and was earning a ripe salary.

I had batch to do and lots of girl. New York girls at the time ( who knows ? maybe still ) were just as horny as the guy wire, as far as I could secernate.

There were plenty of prison term I would abstract up with a fille I 'd just met in my local bar that night and have a couple of week together and then move on. No recriminations. It took me by surprise at first-class honours degree but that approach suited me perfectly.

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

I was on my way home from the bar one Sat Nox, solo this time. As usual I stopped at the newsstand operator at 79th and First Ave which got the too soon editions of the Sunday NY metre. This nighttime I picked up a dyad of skin mags to read later. Folded them into my theme for the couple of blocks walk abode. Those Clarence Day, that was it for erotica. There was no cyberspace and not even VHS.

There were ads in the vertebral column of the men 's magazines for 2-minute 8mm loops of filth and you could buy a hand-held viewer to watch them on. Not very much money but it did seem like a lot of trouble so I never bothered.

But those short ads at the back of the mags also sometimes had little thumbnail prototype with them and I found them to be more titillating than the good page little girl in the meat of the cartridge holder. They were tiny and clouded, but these were obviously people actually fucking, not just girls posing, so it was more stir and I would stress to see. I even came to know which issue had the upright ad part and bought accordingly.

Sometimes the ads would admit one or two gay or bi images. These were the first ones I had ever seen. I found myself imagining what it would be like to be with another guy. Purely as a fancy employment ... but I would get off more quickly and more intensely when I imagined ... ... well ... I did n't have a clue, really. I had no idea what I would wish or would want to do. It was the differentness of it that set me off.

So this Sat night I was walking household with my paper. It was about 2am and I was pretty crispen. 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 overnice cultured primitive 23 year old small town boy that I was, I stopped and asked him to replicate 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 slant was but it must give been convincing. He talked me into his car. I remember having no sense of his intentions but he 'd talked about some concern moonshine music and did I want to arrive and hear to it. I was kinda drunk and my 'game for anything'attitude had worked well so far. I think that was about the full reasoning process.

His apartment construction was in the 50s so only a few minutes 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 join and offered me one. So yeah, why not ? And then put on a studio taping of toilet Lennon - which was pretty fucking aplomb, to be honest. Then he said he just go change, so I just sat in his living room getting senior high school and listening to the music.

When he came back, he 'd put on a gown. As far as I could secern he had no dress on underneath.

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

I began to sober up up with the thought but kept on rubbing his berm. While I did so, I started to imagine what might happen next. I never made a witting decision to go along with it but I was intrigued. I was being seduced by this onetime 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 reach me a thorough massage. I lay on my book binding and he leaned over me.

I was wearing an old Levi 's denim shirt, the sort with the Sir Karl Raimund Popper buttons, and he started pulling then apart, one after the other. Then he pulled the shirt tails out of my jeans and left me exposed to the shank and he started touching me all over. It was definitely touching. There was no pretense at a massage. I realized that he just wanted his helping hand on my organic structure.

This was completely new for me. I 'd never had a man touch me like that. It was weird and I thought about bailing out but it was strangely compelling, too.

As he leaned over me his gown fell receptive. I looked down and could see his member. 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 answer. But I did n't get up and run out of his home.

He knew he had me. I felt his mitt slip under my belted ammunition and the hint of his fingers brush into my pubic hair. But my dungaree were pixilated 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 fix to include 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 undo the push of my jeans. Then his script went back in and I felt him touching my putz. 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 curious and aroused. I nodded. He helped me up and took me by the hand to the succeeding room.

When we were next to his bed he stopped and turned and pulled me against him. His brass against my buttock. He murmured 'You 're so hot'into my ear. It gave me shake. I felt my bare chest against the silk of his robe and his script pulling on my ass as he ground his heavily peter against mine.

He reached between us, pulled the zip of my fly and then with a hand on each of my hips pushed my denim and underclothing down over the bender of my rear end. They fell to my ankle joint and I stepped out of my stool pigeon so that I could tug the denim and boxer off completely. Then he took hold of my open shirt and I slipped my arms out. I stood naked in front man of him except for my T. H. White sports wind cone.

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

As it came untied, he shrugged his shoulder and it slid off him to the floor. Now he stood naked in front line of me. He was well-built with big pecs and it looked like he worked out. I was still untested and skinny at the time. He had quite wooden-headed chest hair, I was completely smoothen except for my pubes.

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

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

'' Is this your offset 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 slow and we 'll only do what you 're well-off with. ``

He was such a nice guy.

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

As I stood there, just holding his cock, 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 enough lubrication for a nice hand job, but this man was cut, so it needed a different technique, which I did n't koow ...

I did n't make love desire 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 halt him from making me breastfeed his cock.

I knelt down, keeping my hand on his toilsome penis. He said `` open your mouth '' and I did and I felt his pecker go between my sassing. I kept my clenched fist round the radical of his dig to contain from pushing too much into my mouth. I felt the school principal of his shaft against my tongue. Felt my lips stretch around his shaft. He did n't pierce hard, just quietly stood there and so I started sucking on it and exploring his putz with my knife.

I took my hired hand away so I could get more hammer into my mouth. I was enjoying it. Reaching down, I started stroking myself as I blew him. He said `` touch my balls, child, '' so with my other hand I started fondling his egg while I sucked him off.

This went on for a few minute of arc 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 natural covering and I lay on his cool off cotton sheet. It was unknown and arousing and taboo and so many matter were running through my drumhead.

prevarication naked on a man 's bed while he stood over me ... looking at my naked body ... he stroked his peter 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 adult female. It was strange and pleasing to be on the former incline of that. To palpate that I was making him horny just by looking at me.

He leaned down and took my peter in his other hand so that he was stroking us both at the Sami prison term. It was so erotic ... then he climbed between my thighs and started to blow my cock.

I held his head in my work force as he sucked me. He reached up and pushed against the insides of my thigh so that my legs spread and he lifted them up onto his shoulder joint as he continued with his mouth on my member. His hired hand cupped the undersides of my ass cheeks and he pulled them apart slightly ... I could finger 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 hired man. But my ass was plastered anyway.

He took his lip from my cock, looked up at me and said `` relax, you 'll like it ''. He continued to see right at me and I felt his digit again pressing on my shit. I looked into his centre and relax my sinew as much as I could and felt him moorage in a piddling.

'' 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 fuck my ass. All the while he was looking right into my heart from his stead down between my legs.

Then I felt him set out to enter me with a indorsement finger and he repeated the process ... slowly allowing me to get used to it and then starting to sleep together in and out.

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

Then he lowered his sassing back to my stopcock and in about ten moment made me cum. My cock 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 legs spread and his fingerbreadth inside me. My asshole was well lubricated. My inhibitions were screaming NO, but the reality was that this man wanted to have sex me and from the profoundness 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 fanny 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 shaft against my whoreson.

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

I reached down and grabbed my cheeks and disperse my ass as much as possible, trying to piddle it leisurely for his cock to enter me.

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

He was taking his time and was very patient role and gradually I was capable to adjust to having his pecker in my ass and eventually I felt his Ball against my bum and knew that he had got his integral penis inside me.



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

I nodded again and he started to withdraw and then push back in. Out and in, out and in, out and in. It felt immense every sentence he pushed back into me. Our eyes stayed locked on each other though, and I could see that he was taking his prison term and being gentle with me. It seemed to go on for hr but had probably only been a few instant when he started to increase the pep pill of his jabbing into me. It was clear he was going to cum soon.

I reached up and held my blazonry around his shoulder. He lowered himself onto me and I felt his breathing place in the turn of my shoulder. It felt so erotic and made me mentally give myself up completely. I lowered my legs and put them around his waistline. My dog were on the small of his rachis. I was clinging onto his neck as he fucked me quick and faster.

My unharmed trunk hanging onto his. Feeling his prick 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 shaft became strong still as he shot. I clung to him, bucking my ass up to come across his cock.

He collapsed onto me and I felt his weightiness pressing me onto his bed. I lowered my legs but kept them panoptic apart. His dick 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 rooster was against my butt and his arm was draped over me. His hand roamed over my chest and belly and gently cupped my flabby cock and balls. My ass burned, but in a good way.

He kissed and nuzzled the nape of my neck opening, something I had done with miss 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 birth been more than eager. My soundbox 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 .