I don't know where my love for older men came from. It could well have been from my maths teacher in high school. Mr, Simmonds was probably 40, which was ancient to a teenager, but the way his suit trousers hugged his backside, and the outline of his nipples showing through his crisp white shirt. I found him mesmerising, even if he was talking about algebra, something I never did understand. He obviously looked after himself, apart from his unruly locks that had a mind of their own. He always wore Old Spice aftershave, a smell that has stayed with me for years. My eyes followed him round the classroom, he had a lovely wiggle when he walked, which was slightly camp, though I new nothing of such things, only that it was very sexy.
By the time I was 18, my dad would take me to the pub on Friday evenings to meet up with his mates. They all took the piss out of me, but I didn't mind, as I never had to put my hand in my pocket. Dave, one of his friends in particular, took a shine to me. If I didn't know better, it seemed like he was subtly chatting me up.
Luckily, I lived near the coast, and would spend summer days at the beach. While the teenage lads may have had lithe bodies, it was the dads which turned me on, even if they had beer bellies, I would have to go to the toilet block for a wank.
When I was 19, I started working for an insurance company, who had two floors of a large office block. There were guys and women, most of whom were much older than me, and it was where I had my first sexual experience. I was in the toilet, having a piss, when an older colleague came and stood at the next urinal, even though there was a line of them. Whilst peeing, he casually stroked my ass. I was transfixed, not knowing what to do, so stood there as he became bolder. He put his hand inside my boxers and rubbed my naked flesh. My dick rose. He then used his other hand to hold my knob, now fully erect, and started tossing me off. I should have resisted, but the feel of another man's hand on my cock was amazing. I braced myself against the wall and let him jerk me until I shot my load onto the porcelain. I then watched him masturbate, the first time I'd seen another man do it. I went back to my desk hardly believing what had happened, but wanting more. That night in bed, I played out the scenario in my head, and came again.
A few days later, the same thing happened with another guy. This chap was much bolder. He put his arm around me and pulled me closer. He turned my head and we kissed. A full on kiss with his tongue worming it's way into my mouth. He took my hand and put it on his fat dick. It grew in my hand until my fingers couldn't go round it. He pressed my shoulders and forced me to my knees. His cock was staring me in the face. I knew what he wanted, but had never performed fellatio, or for that matter, had never had anyone do it to me. I put my tongue out and licked the tip. It tasted musty, as if it hadn't been washed in a while, but I didn't care. I licked the veiny shaft and the swallowed what I could, trying not to gag. With his hands behind my head, I managed to swallow most of it and began to bob up and down. He moaned above me. The thought that I was about to taste someone else's semen didn't occur to me, until I had a mouthful of salty cum dribbling down my chin. He ruffled my hair, said thanks, and left. He hadn't even had a piss, so must have come into the toilet just to get blown. I did nothing about my own erection until I was in bed. I tasted my own cum and found it a little sweeter. From then on, I always tasted it. That Friday, we were in the pub. I had one too many beers and blurted out about what had been going on at work. Dad was furious and wanted to confront my boss, but I insisted that it was okay. I liked the job, and the money that went with it. Dave put his hand on my shoulder and whispered that it was a shame he didn't work with me, as he'd give me a good time. I knew then that my fantasy would play out sometime. the following morning, I was still in bed when the doorbell rang Mum and dad had gone shopping, so I popped some briefs on and went to answer the door. It was Dave, returning some tools he'd borrowed from dad. He invited himself in, looking me up and down. With the door shut, he leaned and kissed me, cupping my balls through my skimpy underwear. Without a second thought, I led him to my bedroom. There, he quickly undressed. Never in my wildest dreams did I think this would ever happen, but here I was, the object of my nightly desires, stood naked in front of me. He kissed his way down my body, eventually kneeling and sliding my briefs down, and sank his mouth on my cock. I lasted about a minute before filling his mouth. He stood up and we kissed, my spunk still in him. I returned the favour. He held my head and face fucked me. I loved the taste of cum, unless they were smokers, as I could taste the foul nicotine.
Back at work, I knew it was only a matter of time before I had my virginity taken, and so it was, with my immediate boss. I was ordered to his office, where he locked the door. I knew it was about to happen. He started dishing out the compliments, saying how honest and trustworthy I was blah, blah, blah, all the time removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. He came round the back of my chair and nuzzled into my neck, sending shivers up my spine. Knowing what he wanted, I began to undress. He told me to stand up, and did it for me until I was bollock naked in front of him. He kissed me all over and gave me head, then turned me round, bent me over his desk, and rimmed me. I tried to relax, biting my lip. His penis was at my backdoor. This was it. He pushed the tip into me and I let out a muffled cry. He held my waist and carried on pushing until he was completely buried inside me. It hurt like hell at the start, but slowly my ring got accustomed to the intrusion and the pain turned to pleasure. He began to pump, reaching round and jerking me at the same time. "Fuck me, you're tight, is this your first time?" I nodded, so he went slower. I guessed he wouldn't last long in a tight hole, so took over wanking duties and shot my load down the side of the desk. With a few more thrusts, he bred me. I turned round and we kissed again, and I thanked him. It was to become a regular occurrence and we became lovers.
I wanted it from Dave, but didn't know how we could arrange it, so while dad and the others were watching football in the pub, I confided in him. He gave it some thought and then said he would let me know the next time his wife was going to be away. A few weeks later, my wish was granted. His wife was going to visit her mother in hospital and knew we would have at least two hours. I prepped myself before leaving my house, and drove the short distance to his place. We went straight to his spare bedroom. He had already laid a towel on the bed and put some gel beside it. We undressed and I took in his muscular body. On the bed, we made out and had a sixty nine. We moved back round, I turned onto my tummy, and he rimmed me. I then felt the cold gel on my hole, followed by his cock. I groaned as it went in. He fucked me like that for a while, then turned me round and remounted me missionary style so that we could kiss. He upped the pace, I jerked, and we came together. Luckily, his mother in law was in hospital for some time, so we got to shag quite often, and even when she went home, his wife spent a lot of time doing the shopping and cooking for her mother, all the time her husband was fucking me behind her back.
At work I gained promotion, probably because of what my boss was doing to me, and I had my own small office on the next floor. One day my boss boss, who was in his 50s, invited me to his office. I knew what he wanted, and I was feeling randy, having not wanked before work. With his office door locked. I asked him how he wanted to take me. He seemed a little surprised at me being so forward, but nevertheless, told me to drop my trousers and lie across the desk I guessed I wasn't the only guy he had as he took a bottle of lube from a drawer. I held my legs apart, he coated his cock and me and penetrated. I suppose being older, it took him a lot longer, so I didn't touch myself until I sensed him getting close, then my hand became a blur and I splattered cum everywhere. I was relieved when he finally came. We dressed and as I was leaving, he pushed a £20 note into my hand. Not bad for 30 minutes pleasure.
So my love of older men gave me all the sex I thought I needed, but you never know who else would find an attractive young man sexy.
