I have always had a fascination, more of an obsession with older men. I love their experience and their ability to quickly grasp what it is that drives your excitement. They know exactly how to get into your head and come up with the ideas and actions which leave you unable to resist. What was needed was a coherent plan that would achieve your objective.
What followed was waiting for opportunities to get him on his own, friendly conversations probing for interest on his part. These were always tactile as gentle brushes against him were less innocent and hopeful to induce reactions. If the response was favourable I would continue my interest each time getting more daring. It was relentless. Driven by my own excitement I encouraged him to respond. If the opportunity arouse I would look for excuses to disrobe and I would make my own attraction to him more obvious. I had every confidence that I would be able to talk him into taking interest. I was offering him my youth and he was giving me the most unbelievable desire and pleasure.
It did not always work out but the need in me for sexual gratification would not allow me to give up and I would look for an alternative. Recognition was easy the feelings I got when seeing others made my attraction so obvious. I take full responsibility for each of my lovers and if anything they became the victims.
Once succeeded I proved to be the best of apprentices. There was nothing that I would not do to please them. The more pleasure I gave them the more pleasurable it became for me. I gave myself to them completely. I am proud of the good times I gave my lovers but I was never loyal. With time I would develop interest in other men and pursued them with the same single mindedness as I had with the current man. I was fickle and in a hurry to get the ultimate sexual fulfilment. I could write so much about my times leading up to getting married and having a family, but I feel that all my lovers deserve their privacy and my gratitude.
These men taught me that there were many parts on my body that would give me so much pleasure. That fear could be controlled to intensify desire. That you need to listen to your feelings and allow them to lead you.
I love the power when sucking a man’s cock. The moans and abandoned pleasure that show his total dependence in you. The increasing signs that he can no longer resist and is pleading with you not to stop. The final seconds as his screams become louder and his whole body goes rigid. As he forces himself deep into your mouth his throbbing member signs of an imploding demand for his release. Finally coming with the most beautiful explosion of warm silky cum onto the back of your throat. And so it continues as he fills your mouth with the most wonderful of seeds. Experience taught me that men love you to swallow. I never disappoint them. I love this final act of submission. I quickly got used to the pleasure of feeling the hot cum making its way down my throat. I am on a high and the pleasure is beyond what I have ever experienced with sex with my wife. It is an act of love and gratitude to the man that has just given me a momentous joy which will always be with me.
Equally wonderful is the fantastic feeling of being fucked. The joy of deep penetration coupled with your lovers continued attempt to get deeper and deeper. My own desire in wishing he will succeed. The stimulation of my prostate which is driving me to pleasurable madness. The moans interspersed with words which on most occasions would be offensive but in this context lead me to heightened desire. I hold on to him attempting to ensure that he will not pull it out but leave it deep in me for ever. The intensity and joy when his screams indicate that he is about to come inside me. Oh God such pleasure was your gift to me. As I feel waves of his hot cum pumping inside I tense my muscles to retain every single drop. Yet another bonding of my love to the man who has just given me yet another miracle of pleasure. My love and need for men is unbounded and my desire has no limit.
I met my wife in the final year of university. At the time unbeknown to her I was seeing one of the Physics lab technicians who must have been in his late forties, and an Asian gentleman who was the owner of a local take away food place and in his late forties early fifties. I took great care to ensure that none of the three knew the truth of the others relationship. My girlfriend believed that I was working for the take away as a delivery boy and I was getting paid for it. In fact he was very generous to me and was paying me thirty pounds each time he fucked me. I had been a regular customer and right from the beginning had fancied him. I had made the initial approach and it was a while before we got together. He was married with a grown up son and a married daughter and had been reluctant. I could tell that he was interested but fearful that they would find out.
One very late Friday night I went to his shop and seeing that there were no other customers I closed the latch on the door and walked behind the counter and into his kitchen. He was getting ready to close and was rather shocked at seeing me in the kitchen. I remember telling him not to worry as I had closed the door. I was nervous and the excitement building up in me was making me shivery. He was too shocked to speak as I told him what he must have already known that I was most attracted to him. Happily he continued to say nothing and just stood there. I felt safe that I could make my move. I started to undress and he must have seen from my state of excitement that I was telling him the truth. In minutes I had stripped completely and I could tell that his need was as desperate as my own. He was transfixed waiting for me to make the next move.
I had to make this good it had taken a lot to get to this point and I did not want to end it here. I gently pushed him against the kitchen work surface and undid his white work coat. He just did not know how to react and he waited for me to make the next move. I fumbled as I undid his trousers and nervous as I was I struggled to pull them down. His pants had got caught and I forced both his pants and trousers down round his ankles. He started to say something but it was not meant for me. He had already submitted to my attention and was moaning and breathing heavily.
Past experiences had shown me that men of his age do not always have such solid erections but this does not mean that they are not able to have the intense pleasure of an orgasm. There was no mistaking his pleasure. Tremors went through his body as I touched him. I felt sure that anybody standing outside his shop would be well aware of what was happening inside through the loudness of his responses. I was hopeful that this was the case, I have always been stimulated by acts of public sex. The lights were on in the kitchen and the whole of the shopfront was covered with clear translucent glass. It would not be difficult to see what was happening inside. I was conscious that even at this time of the night it was a very busy road and one used by many students. My nakedness was bound to attract some attention and some would be encouraged to take a closer look. He was too immersed in pleasure to notice.
I dropped to my knees in front of him and pushed his legs apart to reveal the inside of his legs and thighs. His penis twitched each time I touched him and he shouted something which I was not able to understand. It must have been a plea for me to continue as he made no attempt to stop me. I started to lick the inside of his leg and slowly moved up to his thigh. He was out of control and I was conscious of his screams. I was careful to avoid him coming prematurely. I had every intention to torment him and increase his despair. I turned to the other leg and slowly worked myself up. My tongue was reacting to the salty taste of his body. As I moved up his thigh he tried to pull me up and pleaded with me to take his cock in my mouth. I resisted as I circumvented the bush of black hair surrounding his penis and licked the sweat from the surrounding area.
I worked my way down to his balls and licked his sac all around. I recognised the taste which for years had given me such joy. I remembered the man who had first introduced me to do this. It had been years but I can’t still remember it as if it was yesterday. I lost it at this point and I took his cock into my mouth and hit the first taste of his precum. It was flaccid but gorged with the blood of his interest it felt big. He was screaming by this stage. My tongue worked around his cock as I sucked as hard as I could. Working up and down I could feel his erection growing. None of my lovers has ever disappointed me. He was breathing strangely but not once did I consider that he might need me to stop. I was no longer thinking of him. I needed him to spurt his cum into my mouth. My mouth closed tight around it as I took the actions that he should have done in fucking my mouth. It did not take long with an almighty scream he pushed his cock deep into the back of my throat and held it there. The explosion was instantaneous as he filled my mouth with the salty load of his spunk. He continued to fuck my mouth as load after load of cum hit the back of my throat.
I had been a good pupil I swallowed as I held his cock tight in my lips. My tongue never ceased to caress his cock. I could feel his pleasure through every reaction. I did not stop there I continued blowing him and after a while I felt his erection coming back. Soon he was spurting the residue of his cum. He had little left to give me and his orgasms must have left him unsatisfied and wanting more. I was still sucking him when the phone was ringing continuously and concerned for him I went to stop but he forced back into my mouth and angrily told me to carry on. He was far from polite and he was now in command.
I did as I was told. He had now reasserted his authority and true to my nature I was pleased to submit. I held him in my mouth while he continued to push himself into my face. His orgasms were no longer feeding my need but he must have tired and was no longer fucking my face.
The phone calls kept on coming in and after pulling his pants and trousers up he went to answer it. I waited naked to see what he wanted me to do. He answered his phone but I had no idea what he said. I could not understand what he was saying but he did not seem pleased. The minute he put the phone down another call came in. He was annoyed and I heard him complain about the intrusion on his time. His daughter had heard from her mum that her father had not arrived home and she was worried as he was not picking up her calls. She was just about to send her husband to the shop but had decide to call first. He responded angrily and said he could not believe how stupid they all were he had things to do and would be home when ready.
He told me to get dressed and going to his till grabbed some notes. He thrust these into my hand and gave me a pad to write my phone number or some contact information. There was thirty pounds all together. I tried to hand them back to him saying that I did not need that and it was never my intention to charge him. He refused to accept them and told me that this was to be a purely commercial arrangement. He had no problem in appreciating that I was a male whore and should be paid for my service. It struck me that he was protecting himself from any possible future demands.
He told me to go now and close the door behind me. He would get in touch if he wanted me.
Luckily he did establish contact and I was paid between 20 and 30 pounds to repeat my attentions depending on the mood he was and on a weekly basis.
My wife has never found out, and at the end of the course we left the area and I lost contact with him. I always remember him with utmost affection.
This was not the end of my story. I have hopefully satisfied many men as much as I have pleasured myself. He taught me that being a whore and getting paid not only had financial benefits but so enhanced my sexual experience. I am always on the look out for new experiences and my love for older men has not abated.
