Date: Fri, 7 Dec 2012 08:02:33 -0800 (PST)
From: Michael Beaty <michael.beaty@rocketmail.com>
Subject: My First Older Cock - Part 1 (Gay - First Time section)

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This is a true story about how I became attracted to older men and the
event that led to me sucking my first older cock. This is my first attempt
at writing and I will try to recreate the event as accurately as I can
remember. I am not a professional writer just a guy wanting to share his
first old man bj experience.

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My name is Mike, and I was an average sculptured young man about 5'7 and
tipped the scales at a lean 165 pounds. I was often told that I was
attractive and that I resembled the younger version of the county western
singer Clint Black.  I felt that I was a good looking kid and I enjoyed
flirting and flaunting my sex appeal. At the time I was living with my
girlfriend in a tiny apartment. I was not in love, but she was steady rent
money and a quick, easy release for my over charged sex drive and super
thrived sexual curiosity. At that age I had basically self-restricted my
sexual adventures to heterosexual fun. I admit that I was a selfish
boyfriend and reaped in the benefits of being a young stud. I took every
available opportunity to take sexual 'advantages' of the inexperienced
younger girls merely by convincing them that 'I LOVED THEM' at the critical
moment, regardless that I had a live-in girlfriend relationship status.

Like most kids, when I was a younger teenager I experimented a little with
bi-sexuality. Often, my friends and I would do the infamous, teenage
'double dare' each other into circle-jerks while someone took their turn at
cruising through the spreads of the Hustler or Swank magazines that we
stole from our sibling's hiding spot or the occasional stained collection
we found in the local woods. The type of nasty porn magazines with the
pages all stuck together with dried cum. I would often close my eyes and
imagine myself secretly watching some horny, perverted dude stroking his
cock while fantasying about his neighbor's daughter; milking his cock over
the centerfold pages of the dainty young women. I have to admit that I
enjoyed the feel of my buddies' cocks in my grip and jerking them until
their sperm splattered all over my hands. I would continue to stroke each
one until my palms were fully drenched with cum and my fingertips were
wrinkled from the moisture.

I was 19 years old and drudging my way through community college while
working the midnight shift in a local convenience store. My royal blue
shift shirts were typically unbuttoned one notch below the manager's
tolerance level exposing my muscular chest for the occasional peeper. My
ass was commonly squeezed into my favorite pair of white Guess jeans. I
intentionally went bare under them and often wondered if my package was
noticeable through the material. I guess I was a typical kid of that age
who had a little bit of potential and a whole lot of cocky attitude. There
is not much to do when you work the midnight shift at a 7-11 store in
Dallas, Texas except get in trouble somehow. I spent many of my early
morning shifts jacking off in the storage room while browsing our wide
selection of porn magazines that the store distributed. There was a
security camera mounted in the storeroom and I often wondered if anyone
every randomly reviewed the tapes. I secretly hoped that someone had viewed
them at some point and became aroused. Sure, I was supposed to be stocking
shelves with fresh merchandise or peering down the 'would be' shop
lifters. But, I thought I could leave most of that hard work to the
dedicated morning shift. I spent my available time on more personal
entertainment, having trashy phone sex with strangers.

Our store was located just on the border of the controversial, eclectic
side of town. In other words, we were positioned near the gay section of
Dallas known as Oak Lawn. Each and every night I would get dozens of phone
calls from primarily men. These guys had frequented our store and saw me
strutting behind the counter. I am a very social person and enjoy talking
to everyone. Well, at 2AM after the bars had closed and the buzz has turned
to drunk, these men had only one topic to discuss, SEX!!!  I was an
insatiable young man who adorned dishonorable intensions accented with a
kinky sexual curiosity. I pleasured in all the diverse forms of genital
satisfaction. Even, the voyeurism of a buddy who butt fucked my girlfriend
after we mentally tranquilized her with Margaritas leaving her easily
persuadable to our every depravity. I enjoyed the audio sexual role playing
with the aroused perverts who called nightly. I provocatively delivered
pornographic narrations while taunting them with seductive, sexual
possibilities.  I must admit that each of these conversions left me horny
as hell and needing to jerk off. Furthermore, I was starting to allow that
old teenage bi-sexual exploration to surface again in my hardening groin. I
could spend hours on the phone teasing in a whispery, pleading voice
describing my forbidden desires to become the party favor at a gay sex
orgy. I begged to be tied face down on the kitchen table with my boxers
yanked around my knees while blindfolded for the guest's inspection and
appreciation. I enjoyed describing how each guy would barter his way in
line to be the next cock pumping my tight little pink ass hole. Another
favorite tease I often narrated was a blackmail fantasy of having to suck
off some `son-of-bitch' who bargained with sexual exploitation pictures of
me engaged in fag sex. All this teasing was done in jest and was simply an
outlet to dull the boredom during the lonely 11-7 AM shift. Knowing full
well it was basically bull-shit ramblings to a bunch of drunken,
masturbating perverts.

However, I was opening Pandora's Box and I loved it. My sexual appetite and
insatiable curiosity started to control my better judgment. I started to
agree to casual hook-ups with a few of the more vocal, confident
personalities. For whatever reason, this personality trait was prominent in
the mature men. I personally wasn't aroused by the softer boys who were in
touch with their decorating or fashion sense. I went with the technique I
knew best from my teenage bi-sexual experiences, hand jobs. I offered a few
of the more nasty men a naughty, oiled up hand job. I told them to pick me
up outside the store an hour or so before my 11PM shift and I promised a
nice nut blowing orgasm in their car. I met with several guys and I was
really starting to enjoy my bi-sexual persona again and realized the
thought of a hard cock remained in my thoughts throughout the days.  I
started to receive several calls from a guy named Bill. He claimed to be 51
which would put him near over 30 years my elder. He went into full details
of each and every dimension of his body. Bill described himself as an
average Caucasian working stiff with a 'never ending marriage', and a wife
that was well beyond her hormonal prime and sexual interest. His weight was
a chubby 230 pounds on a 5'10 frame. He had a spare tire around his
midsection that hung just over his belt and his hair was '20+ years of
boring marriage' worth of balding.However, he made up for what he lacked in
sophistication with his 7.5'' uncut cock that could stay erected all
night. I remember that he called himself a 'shower and not a grower'. He
said his cock hung a good 6 ¼ `' when limp. His description made me
chuckle because that is a pleasurable size in my opinion and a full inch
longer than mine when fully erect. He had a poor attitude and was in sloppy
physical condition. He was absolutely nothing that I would be normally
attracted to and probably would be even a little obscene for my age.

Something about this guy just seemed to intrigue me and turn me on. I think
the nasty wrongness of the whole situation is what made it so sexually
appealing. We arranged to meet outside the store about 10 PM. I was
actually off work that particular evening but, I liked to keep that a
secret as it is a great excuse for me to return promptly.  Bill was on time
and drove up in a standard, clean, older model Ford pickup. I walked to the
passenger side window and as he lowered the glass. I quickly noticed he
wore a pair of navy blue Dockers slacks with a faded ivory long sleeve
shirt with the cuffs rolled at the wrists with the hem un-tucked at the
waist. He was listening to 60's rock music on a local radio station while a
high-ball glass adorning a Jack Daniel's insignia rested on the dash.

He spoke, 'You ready for this, kid? Let's go!'

It wasn't much of an introduction and the way he spoke seemed to make me
question the romance of the situation. His voice was rough as if he puffed
most of his early years and the tone was that of a person who didn't manage
his liquor pleasantly. I climbed in the passenger seat and surveyed the
situation. The truck was clean with a full single bench seat across the
front. The dash was badly faded from the relentless Texas sun. He had a
cheap plastic tray holder on the floor and a 5th bottle of Jack Daniels in
the cup resting spot. He offered his hand and said 'Ya made it'. His grip
was powerful and I felt he was trying to make a statement with it. He
offered up his bottle of Jack. I asked if he had an extra glass I could use
and in a seemly uneducated replied he stated, 'You don't need no glass
boy!!' Sometimes we should listen to our inner voice and retreat from
danger but, I ignored common sense and said, 'Let's roll.'

We took off in the truck down West Mockingbird Lane as I moved over closer
to him on the bench seat. If you're not familiar with the Dallas
throughways let me tell you that road is busy at 10:30 PM, even on a
weekday evening. We didn't have much in common to talk about except our
usual nightly phone sex topics. He requested that I get naked as we
drove. He said it was a short drive to where we were going. He wanted to
see fit body nude and the tight immature ass that he masturbated to
nightly. I told him I was worried about the police busting me being
nude. He just looked at me with a expressionless, parental stare that
showed his growing impatience.Like a subdued puppy, I hesitantly removed my
shirt and pants and sat them on the floor. His eyes penetrated my body up
and down. We both continued to drain the bottle with some reckless
abandonment. Surprisingly, he snatched up my pants and placed them on the
dash as is they were a trophy of his accomplishment. The windows were down
from our earlier introduction when I approached the truck.  The summer's
gentle breeze felt soothing on my aroused, engorged skin and the whiskey
buzz had begun to release my inhibitions.

I leaned into him and started to rub his leg and squeezed his crotch while
whispering sexy trash as he drove. I unzipped his pants and lowered them
enough to get hand access to his cock and balls. His cock was long and hung
limp at least the length that he described. He had a large mushroom shaped
head that was partially hidden by his uncut foreskin. His balls were large
and floated in the ample room of the sack that old men seem to acquire
through many years of gravity. I gripped his cock and began to stroke him
with while my imagination became saturated with images of his tool fully
erect.

This was the first time that I had been completely naked in front of one of
my hookups. My nervous were tense with excitement and my cock was rock
hard. He enjoyed stroking my bare back as I leaned in closer to be near
him. My heart raced as I stroked his hard cock on the open road. He changed
lanes from right to left in order to pass a slow moving car. I stopped
masturbating him and reached for my clothes. He grabbed my hand and
returned it to his cock reassured me that was dark, to just relax and stay
low out of sight.  I crouched down as he placed his firm grip over my hand
and began to methodically masturbate himself with my hand. I have no idea
if the driver noticed me hunched over in his bare lap or not, but I felt
totally exposed and I was completely lost in the lust of the moment. The
humiliation and embarrassment of being possibly caught stroking another
man's dick accelerated my libido and made my balls ache for relief. We
shared this hide and seek ritual threw several red lights and past a few
sight seers in the slow lane.

Soon, we turned into a large retail parking lot. The space was parallel to
storefront buildings at each entrance and a 24x7 adult book store nestled
into the center.  This area is known for late night shift of working girls,
porn stores and drug dealers. Bill parked the truck along a chain linked
fence. He released the seat and slid it back for more comfort. There were
nearly a dozen vehicles in the parking lot with men loitering about
oblivious to our circumstance. Many of them lingered in the parking lot
desperately lurking for any sign of romantic invitation while others
flogged through nudity magazines with their vehicle's dome light sponsoring
the only entertainment for self-relief.  I thought to myself that this is a
lot of effort for a hand job, but my hormones succeeded where my brain
merely questioned. I was drunk and completely naked in a stranger's pickup
truck that was now stowed in a parking lot of a porn store. I was
chaperoned by an older 'beer gutted' pervert whose pants were positioned
around his ankles. I oiled up his cock with baby oil and I began to hammer
stroke his swollen cock while I delivered some trashy rehearsed porno
prolog to stimulate his sinful imagination.

'Yeah Bill, you like me stroking that fucking cock, don't you?'

"I can tell by your hard cock that you like a young MAN stroking that dick,
you fucking pervert!!"

His cock was rock hard; his head was resting back on the seat and would
only rise if he heard voices nearby. My body was slid close to his with my
head resting on his shoulder and chest muscles while my eyes betrayed me
with voyeurism of my own hand pumping another man's cock that was tucked
well below his healthy gut.  Bill reached for his glass of whiskey and
slammed what remained in the glass. He was moaning uncontrollably and
stammering in a low, barely audible voice.

"That feels so fucking good, ahhhhhhh, fuck yes, that's it boy.'

My hand slipped up and down over his long lubed member. I noticed he had a
thick vein that bulged out from one side and ran the length of his shaft. I
enjoyed caressing it because it seemed to apply sensation to him that was
visually apparent in his reactions. I felt Bill's hand sliding up and down
my back with increasing impatience as his breathing seemed to prolog his
approaching orgasm.  Determined, he placed both hand on the back of my head
and shoved my face downward over his belly and buried in his lap. His
actions startled me and I quickly attempted to rise from his crotch.

'SUCK THAT FUCKING COCK you god damn tease,' he said.

His left hand gripped his cock and guided the tip straight up toward my
face. His large powerful right hand engulfed the back of my head and with
much strength pushed my mouth toward his crotch. My lips brushed against
the oily mushroom.

'Come on boy, let's go, suck that cock!!'

I could smell the musky scent of a working man's sweaty balls. I could
taste the salty mixture of oil and cum lubricant that darned my lips. My
mind filtered through a millions reasons why to resist this, but my lust
was overpowering my judgment. I opened my mouth and allowed his bare dick
to slip past my tongue with a nonstop decent down my throat. I have never
given a blowjob before, but I knew the routine and had plenty of experience
encouraging non-cooperative young girls on their first oral attempt.  His
hands gripped my head firmly as he seemed to use my mouth to masturbate his
erection. I didn't have to assist much; his hands freely forced my head in
a bobbing deep throat rhythm. The more I gagged on his head penetrating my
throat the deeper he pushed the next thrust. My hands were resting on his
thighs levitating my body against his downward force. My eyes were watering
with each thrust into my tender throat. I began to submit and was no longer
resisting his face fucking. I began to lustfully moan uncontrollably with
each pump. He lifted my head to just at the tip of his engorged member and
began to hump my mouth from below. His hard cock trusted deep into my mouth
with discerning revenge for the men whom I had taunted in the past. I
leaned in his lap motionless as he fucked me in a steady pattern. He
lowered his hips to the seat until his mushroom was at edge of my lips then
trusted it deep into my swollen throat. Each of his pumps rolled his
foreskin back exposing a pink silky texture below. The flavor of his cock
was delicious and a huge turn on. I loved being treated like the slut I
portrayed in my phone fantasies.

He repeated, 'Suck it faggot, take my cock you mother fucker'.

Bill was close and did a final hump upward to initiate his eruption into my
mouth.  He continued to milk his dick into my mouth using my head to
message his ejaculation.  I wanted his load; I wanted to swallow it for
him. I gulped the way I encouraged all my prior girlfriends to do when I
blew in their mouths. The taste was salty and thick and coated my tongue. I
enjoyable the flavor more than I ever imagined and I feared I was a
cocksucker for life. It was going to be a challenge to return to our
missionary sex with my girlfriend. He released my head and I rose from his
lap and blame it on the booze or my hormones, but all I could come up with
was, 'God Damn! That was fucking hot! I want more!'  I just stared at him
speechless. He raised his pants and said, 'Can't wait to do that again,'
and started the vehicle. I spent the drive back making out with his cock. I
kissed and caressed the silky skin over my face. I licked the slit at the
mount of his head while deep throating his shaft well beyond my comfort
level. I did not care if anyone saw us or was disgusted by me. We returned
to the store and parked in the employee spots directly behind the building.
I finally found relief masturbating in his front seat as he described his
'fuck' plans for my body.

'Call ya tomorrow night,' he stated as he reached and dropped my jeans out
his driver's side window. I exited the truck and made a bare ass dash to
get my pants on before any customers drove past. I laughed the whole time
thinking how much damn fun this was.

END

Contact me at michael.beaty@rocketmail.com for more naughty adventures