Date: Fri, 8 Jun 2012 00:40:58 +0100 From: Mark Jameson Subject: Perfect Host Part 1 Since I can remember I have liked men. Fifty and up. My Dad used to wake us up each morning right after His shower. He has always been a healthy man so was always in good shape, not buff or anything not being a sportsman aside from golf, but healthy. He'd come into our room naked but for a loose towel, still drying himself off. He'd wake my brother on the top bunk first maybe staying a while rousing his eldest with a soft chat. At these points I was wide eyed, shamelessly glued to the family jewels dangling before me. Of course his cock looked enormous. At the time morning glory was not familiar to me. His cock was thick and long, uncut. Sometimes the big purple head was covered fully with a bit of skin to spare. Other times it was pulled back and the extra skin held on the ridge of a big mushroom head. His willy, as I called cocks then, would slop about against a bag sack with too big balls. The perfect package. All I knew at the time was I liked his dick and wanted to play with it. I was pretty happy, if not a little frustrated in the mornings between ages 6 and nine. This is not a story about my Dad and I. I was not sexually attracted to him even though I did want a few days alone with his cock. Even if I was, He's straight, morally and sexually - not judging mind. It's just to show how early a young fella can want cock and maybe explain my eagerness for Daddy Son role-play. As a side note I did, many years later get a look at his fully erect cock. It was even bigger than I thought. At least a nine with a curve up. He wasn't the only one admiring himself in the mirror that night! So I always wanted to play with a man. To my disappointment this never happened. I spent my younger years wanking addictively to the images of the naked men I had studied and admired that day in the changing rooms at the tennis club or the swimming pool and all else in between. I was on constant bulge watch but as I said none of this ever got me in trouble. As a keen tennis player I used to travel around the country. Members of the local tennis club would put one or two and sometimes more boys and girls up for that weekends tournament. At the age of fifteen I had had lots of girlfriends and continued to do so despite myself. I had wanked and sucked and kissed a few boys. None of it really satisfied me. Just right of passage events. That weekend I was too stay with James. This was good news, James was good fun a good friend and most of all wouldn't try anything. Boys, I by this time knew were not for me. I arrived at the tennis club just an hour before my first match of the weekend. I went to change straight away and find out who my first opponent was. On the board I noticed that James's name had a line through it and his opponent had a by. So for whatever reason James was a no show. Not good news as I could be stuck with anyone for the weekend on my own. I went and played my game. It was an easy first round game and didn't cause me much problems. After the match I headed for the changing rooms has a quick shower and went to the sauna. A few of the lads were in there along with some older men from the club. I spent my time chatting with the boys in between taking mental pictures of the men for my wanking session at bedtime that night, or earlier if the opportunity presented itself. One guy who looked to be in his late 50's had my attention. I couldn't look for long before my cock started to get hard so I would quickly return my attention to the banter with my peers. He was very tanned, slightly balding with blondish hair. He had great pecks and I had a perfect view of his veiny cut cock from my spot on the higher bench. His body was hairless which I remember intrigued me at the time. I was a big fan of hairy chests so to be so horny for this man was new. I stayed in the sauna for too long probably but the opportunity eventually presented itself to exit the place without tenting my towel for all to see. After dressing I went to the lobby where the few remaining players were meeting their hosts for the weekend. I managed to establish that I was staying with Mary and Peter Jameson. I looked around scanning for my hosts whom I assumed would be doing the same. After almost 5 minutes an old guy emerged from the adjacent lounge came to the board and called my name. I politely introduced myself and He gave me a friendly hello. I noticed his grey moustache immediately but not much else as images of the hot Dad in the sauna were still fresh. He picked up my bag and lead me to his car. Once inside I got a strong manly musky smell. "So Mark, it's just the two of us for the weekend. I hope you don't mind spending time with an old geezer. Mary has had to head North to her sister, some family drama. I'll try not to bore you too much." I assured him I was perfectly happy and thanked him for putting me up. During some idle chit chat I managed to steal a few glances at him. He looked to have a big barrel chest and some thick arms covered in furry grey hair. I hadn't noticed this earlier. His face was rugged with a very impressive thick moustache. I wondered for not the first time what It'd be like to kiss a man with a moustache. It was late so hard to get a good look at his crotch without being obvious. Between streetlights I got a view of what looked to be a nice big bulge. It was hard to tell if it was just the way his trousers were sitting or if my host had a nice big dick. I spent the rest of the 10 minutes journey try to confirm this and dodge being caught doing so. A few times I lifted my eyes to be met by Peter's. Each time a big warm smile dispelled any fears that I'd been roused. By the time Peter opened the door to his yellow bungalow I had been informed that He had two grown sons and a daughter. He was a professor at the City college and was a casual tennis player. His home was warm and cosy. Straight off He lead me to what was to be my room for the next two nights. Peter told me to get settled and come to the kitchen when I was ready. I remembered my manners and thanked him again. As soon as He left the room I gave my cock a hard squeeze. I could feel a shit load of precum on my leg and unzipped myself to inspect. My dick went hard as a rock in my hand and I squeezed what cum hadn't gone on my leg onto my finger and licked it off. My wank I told myself would have to wait. Putting my dick away I arranged a few of things until I'd gone soft. I'd been semi-hard for about 2 hours or so was proud of the bulge in my pants as I walked to the kitchen. Peter greeted me and asked if I had all that I needed. I told him that everything was perfect. "I hope you like pizza, good for the carbs not so much for the waistline" he said, patting his gut. We ate and talked tennis, how my game went and what I expected from the weekend. The conversation was chilled and allowed me to study Peter and hold his interest at the same time. His grey chest hair peaking over his shirt button was making my dick hard again. I couldn't resist the urge to drop my knife and see if I could confirm the big bulge I'd hoped I'd seen. I leaned under the table and looked right between Peter's parted legs. His pants were tight around the crotch and not caring whether it was my imagination I convinced myself that I could see the outline of a nice thick shaft. Either way I was very impressed on return from my scouting mission. It was going to be a long hard wank tonight. Peter's warm smile and big blue eyes greeted me once back table side. We finished up dinner and Peter offered me a beer. "I assume a lad of your age drinks beer, I know my lads were at your age." I was flattered and grateful, it was great to be treated as an adult. I accepted the beer and we settled down in front of the T.V. I was on the big sofa with Peter on an armchair to my right. He was in a great spot for me to perve on him some more. I was offered the remote but refused , enthusing Peter to pick something. I knew what I wanted to look at. The conversation slowed as Peter channel surfed for a bit. Now I had a chance to really check him out. Peter was a bit older than the men that usually took my fancy. 65 I guessed. With his bushy moustache, big arms, hairy chest and what I could now clearly make out, big bulge I was certainly horned up for him. He was a very masculine man and a father so I had ruled all chances of getting my wicked way. That together with my now pessimistic attitude of ever getting a nice big Daddy cock in my mouth didn't dissuade my once again hard cock. I squeezed my knob slowly between my tights staring intently at Peter's crotch trying to make out balls and dick. My beer was empty so I asked if it was ok to get another. "of course and get me another one Son". There it was ‘Son'. I had to stop myself from saying "OK Daddy". I returned with the beer and immediately noticed that Peter has adjusted himself. I wondered if He had grown wise to my leering but his demeanour had not changed, in fact He was a bit more focused on me rather than the show that was on. Now I has a clear view of what was most definitely his thick Daddy cock. "Have you got a girlfriend Mark?" "Not at the moment no." "I'm sure the girls are mad for a handsome chap like yourself." "Oh, I wouldn't say that." "Well you don't have too. Can I ask you a question", not waiting for my response " are lads your age having sex? I assume some are of course, I'm not that out of touch. Now I don't mean just playing around with other lads, everyone does that, but full on sex." I cleared my thought, a little shakily. "I'm sorry Mark, am I making you uncomfortable? That's the last thing I want. I don't mean to be a pervy old man." "No, it's alright Peter really." I was excited about this turn of conversation, "I have not gone the whole way but I have done a lot of things." "Like what?" "You know hand jobs, a few blowjobs, finger fucking and that." I surprised myself with such a candid answer. "Oh, all with girls." "Well………." "Don't be shy son, a man my age has seen and done quite a bit I can assure you. You have a buddy you play with?" "I used to but, I'm not really into him. He has a small dick and I don't get a hard on for boys anyway." "Do you like blue movies, I have a few. We could watch one if your not creeped out by watching one with an old guy!" "Well yea, OK." At this point my body is trembling and my cock has gone soft. I knew at this point at least I might get to see this mans hard cock tenting his trousers. Peter got up and I was in no doubt was now sporting a semi, as his trousers arched at the zipper. He came close. "You are sure I'm not making you uncomfortable? you are trembling a bit." "I'm more than fine, very comfortable in fact." He stoked my face and released a low guttural giggle. Peter disappeared down the corridor. Before I had a chance to collect myself Peter has returned and placed six video's into my lap. "I'll fetch us another and you pick which one you want to watch." The first was a disappointing sight. Lesbian cops. Followed by Girls fly solo, dirty Asian teens. The forth one knocked the wind out of me. Daddy and sons. "I see which one got your attention anyway." I stuttered. "Don't be shy son we can watch that one if you want. Slip it in the player there." There was no hiding my hard dick now. I got up a little embarrassed and moved to the VCR. Pushed the tape in and pressed play. Returning to the couch I smiled awkwardly towards my gracious host. I noticed that Peter's shirt was now half undone exposing a thick mat of hair. I think I drooled, Peter laughed loudly, " I think you like my hairy chest lad, get your lips around that beer now". "I like this one. Daddy and sons, good choice Mark." The first scene opened with sounds of moaning. A young guy about 19 was naked on a bed masturbating. My eyes were darting between the screen and Peter. "Ever see your Dad's cock Mark?" "Yea." I informed Peter of the morning wake up calls of my youth. "Lucky Lad. Did you ever want touch it." "Yea." "I think you're a naughty boy Mark." Peter looked at me and cupped his bulge and rubbed it a little and licked his moustache. A man had entered the wanking boys room now and the wanker was attempting to cover himself. I couldn't concentrate although I was trying to take everything in. "Feel free to wank Mark, were both men. I have walked in on my sons knocking one out many times. What do you think about when you play with your dick?" "Honestly?" "Of course." "Mostly men I have seen in the changing rooms." "Should I come sit beside you." I nodded. Peter grabbed his beer and stood up. My cock spasmed and spilled a big pool of cum down my leg. The sight of this hot old guys big cock straining out of his pants was too much for me. Peter sat down and squeezed my leg. "Should we have a little bit of fun like those guys?" Back on the screen the young guy was now sucking his ‘Daddy's' cock. "What do you want to do Mark." "Can I feel your cock?" "Well only if you like big ones, first give Daddy a kiss Son." I leaned in literally wet with anticipation. Peter groaned and kissed me hard. The feel of his moustache was strange. His strong thick tongue parted my lips and met mine. I craned my neck to kiss him harder, deeper. We both groaned with pleasure as our tongues darted in and out and all around each others mouth. I was so turned on at this point that my cock was continuously leaking cum. I got up and straddled Peter. Still locked in our first kiss neither it seemed wanting it to end. I could feel His big cock poking against my balls. I put my hand under his shirt and felt his torso up through the thick hair to his pecks. "Oh Daddy your so fucking hot. "You too son. You're a great kisser. Want to play with Daddy's dick now?" "Oh please yes." "Get down there and undo my zip. Hope your ready for a big cock now son. You gonna suck my cock for me?" I unzipped him, words were beyond me. The head poked out, glistening wet. He unbuttoned himself and brought his full hard throbbing cock into view. He shook his dick showing off his full size. I gripped him around the base. My two hands could fit on the shaft and still leave enough head to suck on. "Go on son, suck your Daddy's big cock." I stroked him and leaned in licking the head and a big bead of cum off the slit. I kisses his cock he took hold of himself gently teasing me and slapping his dick on my face. He put his cock in my mouth and I began to suck him off. I nursed on his dick while He moaned with pleasure. I sucked down his shaft, savoured every moment, licked his balls all over. "Can I see you fully naked Peter?" "That's right Son you like the hairy chest almost as much as the cock huh!" We stood up together and stripped each other naked in between deep French kissing. I managed to break free and stood back to take in the full body view. I was paralysed with hunger. In full view his pronounced gut only added to his big hairy frame. I got down on my knees and went to work on his dick again, championed on by his moans of satisfaction. "Slow down Son unless you want me to cum right away." "I want your Daddy cum." "Well I think I should be able to work up more than one load tonight." He sat back down and I positioned myself between his hairy thighs. I started to wank him and suck down as much as could. "That's it son," He encouraged, "suck Daddy's cock. Daddy's got some juice for you." His balls tightened as I quickened the pace. He groaned hard. "Oh yea boy, that's it. Are you ready. Oooohhhhhhhhhh yyyeeeaaaa Ooooohhh yyeeaa." His cock engorged as the cum launched out of him going everywhere, his chest my face, the sofa. It was the most fantastic thing I had ever seen. His breathing slowed. Lick that up and feed it to me son. I licked his cock as He shuddered. Licked his chest and crawled up to his mouth and kissed him deeply. That's all for now. Maybe more, if you like it let me know Email - Gentlemanfan@hotmail.co.uk