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Editor’s note: Memories, fantasies, tales I heard, they are part of these short stories. This short story is true. It’s quite an experiment in finding oneself. I don’t waste time and like to get down to the action. I visited him three times and each time added a new feeling. I began to understand the bi-sexual and Gay community.
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I’m retired and getting on in years. I’ve always maintained a good healthy lifestyle. I’ve been married several times and enjoyed a good sex life with some spectacular women.
Now I’m bored, and living alone, trying not to get into trouble.
I need sex, but most older women online were con artists. You can spend three weeks back and forth, until one day they disappear. I’ve spent a lot of time searching hookup site for some action, but after several attempts, my frustration led me to look elsewhere. I enjoy a blowjob and have more luck in the M for M section of the site. If I messaged any of the guys looking to give head, for the most part, they would show up. I was able to host, so my percentage of success was better than usual.
It was quick and easy. We arranged a meeting and answered a few questions. They would text me when they arrived, and I would open the door.
After some useless chatter, they would ask me how I would like it, standing, sitting, lying down? I liked to sit, I could relax and watch them suck my cock. They seemed to love giving head. I could tell they were excited as hell by the time I was ready to cum. For the most part, they all swallowed, something that made the whole experience, that much better.
Some of the guys ask if I wanted them to strip. I thought, ‘why not,’ it was hot watching them. Some guys were in their twenties or thirties, with nice bodies, slim and built. They enjoyed showing off, and would pose and turn around, so I would get a good look. I confess, that some of those asses were attractive and reminded me of the occasions when I enjoyed anal with my female partners.
I never ask to fuck them, though the thought crossed my mind. Some guys enjoyed spreading their ass so I could get a good look at what was offered. Others ask if it was ok if they jerked themselves off while they suck on my cock. I didn’t mind but made sure I covered the area with a towel; there was no way they could contain the results.
The sex was hassle free, and I enjoyed the show and the blowjob. I never said much, except when I came and that would vary according to the guy. If he were enjoying himself, I would add to it by telling him to suck, swallow it, and other crude expletives.
After some time and many encounters, I became curious. These guys really got off. They would finish, dress if they were naked and thank me for letting them suck me off. I couldn’t understand it, some of them really worshiped my cock before they sucked it. They would hold it in their hand and look it over, kissing it occasionally, then lift my scrotum and play with my balls, sometimes, sucking on them as well.
Maybe I was missing something. I’d never had a cock in my mouth, and I began to think about whether I could manage it. istanbul travesti Each encounter increased my curiosity. I knew that if I tried it, I would have to be as versatile as those who gave me head. I would need to swallow, and do whatever the guy wanted, within reason.
I kept scanning the ads, posted by men looking to get head, but never contacted one. They were either too far away or had some other problem that made the hookup unworkable. Then one day I read an ad placed by a man working in a nearby city, not far from me. His ad was simple, ‘looking for a man to come by in the evening and suck me off. I need relief.’
The ad looked close to the one I placed, so I replied. To my surprise he answered me and ask if I was real. I said I was, and he then ask for details. I was never that choosy, but I answered. I didn’t hide my age, but told him I was in decent shape, not some fat guy or ugly looking.
He replied that he was looking for someone younger to do him but did ask if I was close by. I told him it wasn’t that close, but I wouldn’t mind driving to him. I even started selling myself, telling him that I would be all in and knew what I was doing. Although this wasn’t exactly true, I was hyped and wanted this to happen.
He got back to me and said that he might just get a kick out of some older dude servicing him. This banter went on for almost a week, to the point that I didn’t think it would happen. That’s when his text came with an address for the hotel and a room number. We agreed to a time, and I wrote back, ok, I’ll see you then.
Would I go through with it? Absolutely, I didn’t want to play games, I wanted to experience giving head. The feeling in me was a nervous excitement, I was determined to do this.
It took me thirty-five minutes to drive there, mainly due to some city streets and traffic. There weren’t many people milling around when I arrived. Only a desk clerk and some house cleaners cleaning the breakfast area. I did feel as if they were looking at me and knew I was there to suck cock. It made me a little uncomfortable, but no one said anything, and I proceeded to the fourth-floor room. It’s hard to explain how I felt riding up on the elevator, or when the door opened, and everything got real.
His room was directly across from the elevator. I stepped up to the door and gently knocked. No response. My stomach was fluttering as I knocked again a bit harder. This time the door opened and a six-foot guy, in a hotel bathrobe filled the doorway. He was well built as far as I could tell and bald, but it fit him. He looked me over and invited me in. We exchanged greetings and stood there a little awkwardly. His name was Troy.
Troy look at me with a confused grin, “are you sure you’re here to suck cock?”
The question took me back. I asked him why he had asked me, and he explained that I didn’t look the part and wondered about it. I told him the truth, I’m experimenting with giving head, that I was curious about it and determined to experience the excitement guys felt while doing it.
I don’t think he believed me; most likely thought istanbul travestileri I was just another cock whore.
Troy looked at me somewhat confused, “Didn’t you tell me you knew what you were doing?
“Yes,” I replied.
“Well, I hope you can suck, I don’t want to waste our time if you don’t know what you’re doing.”
“Don’t worry, I can handled it,” I insisted.
Troy looked at me, “I guess you’re here and I need to get off, we should get to it.”
“Sure, how would you like it?”
“I like laying on the bed.”
“Ok, great,” I replied, but didn’t move. It was a moment where I was truly terrified and truly horny as hell. The thought of touching another guys cock, much less taking into my mouth, was unthinkable one month ago.
With one swift motion, Troy shed his robe under which, he was completely naked. He went over to the bed and arranged the pillows for his comfort. I noticed he had a nice firm and shapely ass. He laid on his back, spread his legs and said, “let’s get going.”
My experience made me ask him if he wanted me naked, to which he replied, “Yea, go ahead, maybe I’ll fuck that ass of yours.”
That’s not on the menu and I told him. I have never been fucked, and don’t have any intension to start now. He laughed and said that he wouldn’t do anything I didn’t like, though with a grin.
I stripped down to my boxers and crawled up between his legs. To my surprise, he wasn’t hard, his cock lying to one side. He was not hairy and his equipment, I had to admit, was attractive. He had a nice-looking cut cock and a smooth scrotum. I took his cock in my hand. I can’t describe the shiver that ran through me. I played with it and then with his balls. I couldn’t get over it.
“Are you going to suck it or play with it?”
Surprised, I replied, “I like to look it over, nice equipment.”
“Well, don’t waste my time, get my cock in your mouth and start sucking.”
I expected to be treated like any other cocksucker, but it surprised me. I never talked down to any guy that sucked me, I always appreciated the service. We’ll see how it goes.
When his tip contacted my lips, it was soft and pleasant. I had played it across my lips for a while before using my tongue to get a good feel for the texture. This made Troy twitch and let out a soft moan.
I lifted his still soft cock and sucked it into my mouth. I found it’s not easy to suck on a flaccid cock, there is no resistance, even if you try to keep it erect with your hand. The only thing I could do was put his cock into my mouth, keep up a steady suction and twirl around the tip with my tongue. I wasn’t sure he was reacting, but then noticed him getting hard. At one point, he was hard enough to properly blow him. I began slipping his cock in and out of my mouth, not rough or fast, just steady, wetting my lips and putting soft pressure on his cock. I enjoyed the feel of his cock, the veins, and the soft skin as it passed by my lips.
I was pondering my feelings, when Troy said, “Can’t you do better than that? Come on, suck that cock hard, get it on, I don’t have all travesti istanbul night.”
I didn’t answer but felt a little worried that I didn’t know what I was doing. I changed my method and tightened my lips around his member, really clamping down on him. I started blowing him in earnest. At the same time, with my free hand, I would twirl his balls around. That got a positive response from Troy.
“That’s it, that’s it, suck that cock bitch. You like my cock?” He asked.
I took a break and answered, “sure why shouldn’t I, a cock is a cock.”
“Do you like my cock,” again he ask.
“Yea, I like your cock,” I replied.
With that short exchange over with, I got back to business. Occasionally he would let out a moan or say something like, ‘that’s it, suck it cocksucker, now you got it.” I was pumping his cock in and out while it grew and started to hit the back of my throat. I managed it, but once and a while, had to direct his cock to my inner cheek so I wouldn’t gag.
After some time, I began to wondering when he was going to cum. His balls had contracted under his cock, so I knew it wasn’t too long before I would have to follow through. I’d been sucking him for a while, and although he was squirming, I couldn’t tell.
That’s when things changed, and he started arching and pushing his cock into me. He kept repeating, “that’s it, yeah, that’s it.” I had trouble holding on and keeping him in my mouth.
Then I knew it was time as he started chanting, “I’m going to cum, man, I’m cumming. Swallow bitch, every drop, you….” His words were cut off by a loud ‘DAMN,’ while I, at the same time, got my first taste of cum.
I tried hard not to gag, but a few times, I almost lost it. He was shooting a lot into my mouth, and I was swallowing as fast as I could, trying to keep it from filling my mouth and seeping out. That, however, was a losing battle and some cum slip through my lips and dripped off my chin.
He was bucking, but I held on. I manage to keep his cock in my mouth as he came and after he finished. He calmed down and relaxed back on the mattress. I didn’t move and kept his now shrinking dick in my mouth. After it was soft again, I let it slip out and sat up.
Troy looked at me and said, “I was worried, but you came through, fuck that was good. Did you enjoy sucking my cock?”
“I did it, so something new for me,” was all I said.
“But you like my cock?”
He keeps asking me that.
“Yes, I liked sucking on your cock, why are you asking me?”
“I like hearing it, it’s hot to know you enjoyed sucking my dick.”
The conversation was quite normal after that, and we talked about what he was doing in the city. He was managing a construction site and contracted for several month to complete it. He did mention that he was nearing the end of it and would be leaving and traveling home in about three weeks.
I told him a few things about me before I left.
He ask again, “You like it, didn’t you? You like cock?”
I didn’t drag it out and answered, “I like cock, I like the feeling and the taste, OK?”
“OK, can I give you a call again?” Troy asked.
It wasn’t what I had in mind, but I did enjoy giving head and answered positively.
Goodbyes were exchanged and I left.
A week later, I received a text, ‘are you up to coming by tonight?”
So, what happened this time?
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