Hi, I'm Josh. This stems from when I was 18 and gay. I live with my parents, who are very supportive. I'm 5'8", 150lb (68kg), my dick is 6.5", uncut. I'm a typical white male, with brown hair, kept short, blue eyes, and an outgoing personality.
I have a group of straight and gay friends around my age. I have had sex with some of them, usually at alcohol fuelled parties. It's amazing how many 'straight' guys want a BJ, or even fuck me, after a few beers. I'm on PrEP, however, when it comes to sex, I really like daddies, older guys, over 40. They seem more appreciative and experienced. On the downside, the recovery rate is longer, and some think I'm looking for sugar daddies. I just like a nice cock on the end of a man who knows how to use it. I would consider myself a versatile bottom, usually taking it, but happy to top when the situation arises. I have a man cave where I can have sex, rather than disturb the parents. I have a couple of friends with similar interests, and sometimes we hunt together.
In the following chapters, I will confide in some of my experiences, get the tissues ready!
My first experience with an older guy, was with one of the tutors at university. Robin (Mr. Williamson in class) was a quietly spoken, kindly man in his 50s. I had fallen behind with my coursework. Somewhat unprofessionally, he invited me to his apartment at the weekend to 'sort something out'. His place was immaculate, with deep-pile carpets. I laid my bookworm out on the table and started to sort myself out. He brought me coffee and leaned over me, pointing out bits and pieces. I could feel his minty breath on my neck. Rather than making me feel uncomfortable, I had an erection. I tried to concentrate, but his hand brushed my flushed cheek as he advised me. Blushing, I suggested he sat beside me. Still working on the books, our thighs rubbed together. Nervously, touched his crotch. He was also hard. I turned, and we kissed. Suddenly, I knew I needed this man, old enough to be my dad, if not my grandad. His kiss was soft and gentle, and he let me take the lead. I undid the top buttons of his shirt. His chest was covered in a mat of thick, grey hair. He smelt very masculine, and our tongues wormed together. I undid his zip, and fished inside his flies, extracting a thick, velvety, cut penis and stroked it. Taking me by the hand, he led me to the bed. I perched on the edge and licked his shaft. He pulled my top off. Still sucking, I undid his trousers and let them drop. His cock was poking through the fly of his boxers. He pulled me up and we kissed again. Turning around, he sat on the bed and slowly released my jeans. My cock was sideways and leaking. Ever so gently, he put his thumbs in the waistband and eased my briefs down, so my dick was pointing at him. Cupping my sack, his tongue swirled around my crown, and swallowed half of me. I held his head as he bobbed. Unable to control myself, I filed his mouth with cum. I said sorry, but he drank every drop. We undressed and lay on the bed, kissing and making out. He rolled on top of me, kissing down my body until he was nibbling my inner thighs. Amazingly, my erection started to return. He rolled me over, I lifted my hips, and I felt his warm breath on my hole. He blew on it, licked it, and blew on it again. My hole twitched. I needed him inside me. He put lube on me and his shaft. (My mates didn't bother, they just spat on it) He entered seamlessly to the hilt. He leaned over and kissed while I adjusted to him. He fucked with long, slow strokes, and a stamina that belied his age, stopping now and then to kiss. I was seeping again. After a while, the tempo increased. His sweat was dripping on me when he started cumming. I tossed another huge load. We had been making love for over an hour. We lay, basking in the afterglow.
Reluctantly, we dressed. He made coffee and sandwiches. I went back to my books, but Robin told me to leave them. I drove home, smiling all the way. In college on Monday, my backpack was on my desk. My coursework had been drafted out, so all I had to do was copy it. My love for older men had started.
