Date: Sun, 13 Sep 2009 19:51:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: lenrbnsn@yahoo.ca
Subject: The Joys of Older Men

The Joys of Older Men
By Parkstranger

I've long ago given up on writing "disclaimers" at the beginning of my
stories -- nobody reads them anyway and besides, if you got onto this site
then I guess you know what it is you want. Enjoy!

Some of you may be familiar with some of my stories but, have you ever read
the real one? I guess you'll never know for sure. These people with this
website seem very determined to produce -- for you and me a website that is
successful and longstanding. I had retired from writing. I got a few
"requests" to write -- actually I've had quite a few -- some of you folks
seem to like my stories and I do thank you for the positive support. I have
no ego so don't feel compelled to write to me. However, I need to say
thanks to those of you who did.

Let's get started okay. (Buy the way, this will not become a book -- I
could write one if I carried on until today's age but we need relief, not
novels -- right?) It more or less all began with me being a bit of a
different sort of child. What I mean by that is, I from a very young age
loved older men. No, I don't know why and cannot explain clearly but -- I
did (and still do). Also, you need to know that the following story took
place -- for the most part before Aids became a real part of today's
life. So, please know that when someone cums in me -- they cum in me full
bore and bareback. So, if you don't like it...

I was gifted -- early. At the age of 11 I had developed this body that
seemed to attract men (and women) of various ages. I was about 5' tall with
very developed legs and a total bubble ass that filled out a pair of shorts
very nicely. I became aware of this at about the age of 10 when one day I
was in an arcade in an older mall playing pinball and an older man sidled
up beside me and began talking to me. He kept me playing the game by
feeding it money and encouraging me to keep playing.  His hands kept
touching me as I played. He got bolder and bolder with his hands as time
went on. I did nothing to discourage him either as it was feeling good to
me too.

I wasn't an only child but I did have a lot of freedom back then. I'll
explain more lately.

This was my very first actual man experience and I found out two things
that night. One, I found out that I loved to suck cock and swallow cum and
that I loved the taste and came to crave that taste and experience and two
and most importantly, I love to be fucked in the ass. What's more I also
found out that I was a natural anal fuck boy.

I had to take a pee break from the pinball machine (plus he was buying me
coke after coke.) So we put the occupied sign up on the machine and headed
for the bathroom. He stood right beside me and took out his semi-hard cock
to pretend he was going to take a piss. I noticed him -- oh yes I really
noticed him. In fact I couldn't take my eyes off "him." He smiled down at
me and said to me, "I have a nice cock don't I son?" This brought my eyes
up to his and much, much confusion in my mind. How do I answer him? Do I
lie and say "no", or do I confess and say "yes?" I said, "Um, uh, well, uh
I guess you do sir."  He broke out into a big smile and said, "Kenny, it is
Kenny right?" "Uh, yes I said." Well Kenny, he said, "I think you kind of
like the look of my nice cock don't you Kenny?"

I looked back down at his cock which was standing out full proud now and
even leaking some white stuff now and made the -- I guess big mistake of
licking my lips before trying to respond to his words when he just turned
to me and suddenly his cock was right there in front of my face. I looked
up at him again and as I did my mouth dropped open some and he just slid
his cock full into my mouth. Now I'm backed up against the urinal wall with
him pretty much face fucking me. It really didn't last too long this first
time as he unloaded in my mouth and I can be honest as I say I totally
loved every second of it and hungrily swallowed once of cum he released in
me. And wanted more as I savoured the taste of his cum in my mouth and now
in my belly.

Parker, the only name I knew the man by who had just face fucked me zipped
up and left shortly after he came in my mouth. But he had now lit a flame
in me that I was unable to put out for many, many years to come -- and I
was only 11.And I wanted more, much more.

It was about then that the old man who ran the arcade walked in to the
bathroom. I was still leaning up against the wall and breathing kind of
heavy from my experience when he walked right up to me and started feeling
my body all over. Old Mr. Cain was at least in his 60's and I had never had
much to do with him other than pay my fees and stuff and now he had me in
his arms and had his hands down inside my shorts. I eventually realized he
was telling me how he had seen everything on his close circuit video. At
11, I never once thought about the fact that he didn't even have video in
the bathroom but by then he had my shorts down around my knees and his cock
out -- again in my face and I was opening my mouth to take him inside me
and now after never having sucked a cock before (except for my friend once)
I was now sucking another man's cock. He soon made me stop because I think
he was going to cum in me..

This is where I also found out I was much more than a natural cocksucker. I
could accept a cock in my ass just as naturally. When Mr. Cain led me down
to the back stall and took me inside I was pretty much naked as he had my
shorts right off (never wore underwear in the summer) and my T-shirt up
over my shoulders. I had described myself some before. I have a very, very
nice ass -- round, smooth and a bit "fleshy" that I was told felt so, so
nice as well I have very pouty type lips that fit very nicely around a nice
hard cock and I'm sort of "busty" even. As I was soon to find out, men
loved my body -- my available body.

I was really afraid when Mr Cain took me into that bathroom stall because I
had found some very explicit magazines that had detailed pictures of a boy
being fucked in the ass (this is what got me so turned on to that happening
-- but only in my private thoughts) I later found out that those magazines
where left where I would find them by a couple of friends of Mr. Cain's. I
also found out that I had been scouted out and lusted after by a few men
for over a year before this night happened. And, believe it or not, this
all took place in a pretty small town -- but we were close to a larger city
of about 75,000 or so. Still not big -- considering the kind of people I
came to meet in the next few years.

My very first anal fuck took place in a bathroom stall in an arcade by an
old man who ran the place. He did, at least apply some lube on and in me
and on him before attempting to "break my cherry" but there I was, bent
over the toilet and trembling and crying as I could feel his cock edging
between my ass cheeks and pushing against my anal opening. I knew I was
about to get fucked and there was nothing I could do about it except try to
make it as good for me as I could. So, I spread myself as wide as I could
and I don't know why to this day -- I guess a natural -- I pushed back at
him to make it happen. I mean I did read those stories that accompanied the
pictures in the magazine but all I read was about how much it hurt the
first time a cock head broke through and entered your body.

Yes, there was a little initial pain but when his cock opened me up enough
to slid in, he stopped and held it in me for maybe ten or twenty seconds. I
could now feel him there and feel how he was throbbing inside me as he
started sliding in a bit deeper. I couldn't quite believe it -- it no
longer hurt at all. In fact it started to feel really, really good and now
I felt myself pushing back to get more of him in me. Was my ass just made
for this I asked myself? I thought well, maybe yes it is made for this as I
was now looking back over my naked shoulder and asking Mr. Cain to please
fuck me, please fuck me nice Mr. Cain. I later quickly realized that
talking sexy to men as they fucked you made them cum so much faster and
also with so much more explosion power and quantity of cum when they did. I
became a very, very bad boy.

This was a terribly auspicious beginning for what I became and yes, this
was only the beginning. Although Mr. Cain was done for that night, he
wasn't in a hurry to see me go. He had plans. No, I never got more sex with
someone else although I would have dearly welcomed it and I was on such a
sexual high that even though I could only "dry cum" at that time (wasn't
long before it got very wet) I was willing to do anything. I let him take
pictures of me naked, posing sexy and in a few you could even see some of
Mr. Cain's cum running down my leg. It wasn't very long before those
pictures of me started to show up in the hands of certain "friends' of
Mr. Cain. I became a very, very popular boy with a certain group of men
around my little town and a few more from other places as well. And, I got
really good at fucking or that is, getting fucked. I loved those little
parties they invited me to -- especially the ones where we would have a
picnic or roast hot dogs out in the country. Oh, the times I teased those
men by sucking on my wiener instead of eating it -- oh it caused me to be
so disciplined by them -- I swore I'd never ever do it again -- but I did.

Thank you
I remain your Parkstranger
lenrbnsn@yahoo.ca