I ain't done yet

I guess I’m not your usual older gay guy. I’m 56 and I like guys my own age, I’m not into muscles, don’t need monster cocks (though in all honesty, I do like average or more). Youth is not an attraction for me ‘cos – you know what, I like to have a chat and I’m going to  talk about different things than a 19 year-old is interested in. I get it, I understand the ‘fresh young piece of meat’ thing, but for me, the body isn’t the deal – extremes I find difficult, really big or really skinny both turn me off, no matter if they’ve got the dick of death. Long hair on a man too – just doesn’t do it for me. I’ve done anonymous sex – being a complete whore and cum dump can be a good release, if they had long hair, then I wasn’t looking, so who cares?

A nice dad-bod and I’m there! I was young and ‘fresh’ myself once – never realised how many older men I made happy, I just liked older men – nothing’s changed. I prefer a man with some experience under his belt, in more ways than one, a man who is strong enough to be honest about himself as much as I am honest about myself.

I came out when I was 15 years old, been in bars, pubs and clubs all my life ‘cos it was my work. Seen a lot of dicks, sucked most of them. Strangely, I never really got into being fucked until my 40s – I’d split up with a partner and had the feeling that, though I am a great cock sucker, and love nothing more than giving a man pleasure, I had missed out on a lot. Time to play catch-up!

So, what did catch-up consist of? I decided that if I’m going to get pervy (my idea of pervy back then), it was time to explore anal. I’d taken cock, but never enjoyed it – I’d just done it to please people. I wanted to know what it was that so many friends loved about it. “Buy a dildo” I told myself – so I did. That worked pretty well because I was in control and was able to take my time. “Bigger!” OK, bigger. I started to understand now…

At that time, I was 40, not bad looking, tall, salt and pepper hair, not fat but not thin either – certainly not a gym-bod, but reasonable. After a bad relationship, I couldn’t wait – first night after I’d thrown him out (different and not fun story), I was up the cruising area and got fucked seven times. Revenge fucks of course, but I had a great time.

After a very nice rebound guy, along came another. I really didn’t mean to end up in another relationship, but somehow I found myself there. Nice guy, lovely cock and cumshots like a firehose (I do like a gusher). That went tits up when he borrowed a lot of money (not mine – I didn’t have any) and disappeared overnight. Solo again.

Fuck it! I’m just going to be a slut from here on in – relationships are too much trouble.

Along came a guy, just a fuck-buddy. He was not at all sure about sex with another guy, but once I got my tongue up his arse, he got round to my way of thinking pretty quick. He loved sucking cock, but was wary of swallowing cum – I gave him no choice when (after a few times of sussing out what I reckoned he wanted) I pushed him down on my cock as I shot my load in his mouth. He came his load hands-free, so that cleared up that question! The 69s were the best, he loved my tongue in his hole as he was sucking my dick, my finger in his arse and playing with his prostate, well that was the trigger for him to shoot his load, sometimes down my throat, but I liked a good facial as well. He was just a cum-guzzler, it was so ‘forbidden’ for him that it was the ultimate turn-on.

I’ve never really been a top. Whilst I didn’t really bottom either, I just wasn’t into fucking – cock sucking was my thing. The fuck-buddy decided to wriggle his hole around on my hard cock, so I reckoned he was looking to try it up his arse. The idea of a grown man deciding he wanted to get fucked for the first time was good enough to make me give it a try. I made sure there was loads of lube ‘cos I remembered how much I’d wanted more lube when I was younger – I wanted him to enjoy his adventure. I told him to think of it as letting my cock in rather than me invading, clench his arse every so often to remind himself that he was in control, little bit of an arse-wriggle will help. His hole was so tight, but he obviously really wanted to do it. He was straddling me and once his cheeks hit my thighs, I was in. He wasn’t exactly comfortable, but he wasn’t going to give up too easily, he wriggled, clenched, wriggled a bit more – then his arse relaxed and he was there, his hole was not virgin any more for sure. I was getting into it, but he really got into the idea that my cock was his to ride, and ride he did! He leaned forward to kiss me and just moaned in pleasure as I pushed up to stay as deep in him as I could. I reached round behind his arms and grabbed his shoulders, pushing him down as my hips thrusted up, we kept kissing and his moans got hotter as he carried on fucking my dick. It wasn’t long before another hands-free cum load from his cock hit my belly.

I guess it didn’t really matter who owned the first cock he had up him, he’d still have had a good time (and learned a lot about himself), but it was good to think he trusted me to be the first one to give him anal, and his first swallowed cumload, and his first rimming…

I reckon he enjoyed himself.

He really was a nice guy. He found himself a boyfriend. Typical.

Then a whole load of life changed. I had to move to a different country and a different life had to start – along with me (after I had *promised* myself I wouldn’t) falling for the nicest guy with the nicest thick and suckable cock.

If anyone wants to know, I’m happy to tell that story…