Tongue-Fucking at the Top of my List

I adore eating a guy’s ass. That’s what I enjoy the most when I’m having sex. I think it goes way back to my birth, to the time I was in my mother’s womb. I’m a twin and I’m sure that I was already licking my brother’s ass before sticking my head out and yelling “hello, what else can I eat?” Pretty farfetched, you will no doubt say. I admit that I have a perverted imagination, something you need if you want to write a short story for Gay Demon.

I was raised in a French-Canadian Catholic village at a time when any sex before marriage was a sin, at a time when sexual behavior was never discussed, not even in private and certainly not in the classroom. I knew I was attracted to boys because my mother received the Eaton catalogue to order clothing, and I would always flip through the pages to find the section showing boys and men in briefs. The rounder the ass in white underwear, the rounder my eyes, not to mention the mouthwatering effect!

Around 16, I was the victim of a handsome classmate known to be a homophobic guy; the term did not exist yet, but I knew that being called a sissy wasn’t a compliment. One day, Barry went further and called me a cock sucker. I asked my dad what this term meant, and he simply told me: “Catholic children don’t pronounce this word; you have to erase it from your vocabulary”. I certainly didn’t mention that Barry wore tight blue jeans and that I liked to look at his ass.

My parents sent me to a private boarding school to finish my high school education in French. It was a seminary and we were about 120 boys. Our names were on a list to form softball teams, a sport I didn’t like at all. What I did enjoy was staring at playmates coming up to bat the ball. I would not look at their swing but would rather scrutinize their ass, imagining how hard I would get if I had a chance to caress and fun-spank it, even sniff and kiss the sweaty crack. In my mind, the catcher had the best position.

I stayed as long as I could in the locker room because I wanted to see every team member putting on or taking off his jockstrap. Not so much to see his cock stuffed in or out of the pouch – though that was a treat, especially if he was cut –, but to see how the straps lifted his butt, putting the peach on the platter so to speak. It’s only after university that I had my first sexual contact. I had dated a girl but it never went further than a timid kiss. The boy with whom I got naked for the first time masturbated and jerked me off, a gay encounter that lasted not more than ten minutes.

It was enough to confirm my sexual orientation, enough to give me the courage to join Gays of Ottawa – Gais de l’Outaouais (GO), the only homosexual group in the nation’s capital. I was in my 20s when I came out to family, friends and work colleagues. Compared to many members of GO, I had been a virgin for too long, and I did some catching up with one-night stands. It was usually cuddling, caressing, kissing and sucking. Some tried to fuck me but I found it too painful. When they asked me to pound them, I usually last my erection as soon as I tried to push my 6-inch dick inside.

Entered Serge, my first long-term relationship. I dated this motorcyclist because he was handsome, had dark blond curly hair, was virile looking, and fun to be with. We went camping on his powerful Harley Davidson, me holding on to his waist and jerking off on the highway. The only drawback was his uncut dick. No offence, but I have a strong preference for cut meat. Serge was the first guy to rim me (a new term in my vocabulary), and when I started to eat his ass, he immediately moaned with pleasure. We enjoyed tasting each other’s butt for almost six months.

The picture of a peachy ass in tight blue jeans might fuel your libido because you like to fuck guys. In my case, it makes me dream of sticking my tongue in than yummy cake. Moreover, I adore kissing a guy’s rosebud and lips, alternately, mixing ass juice and saliva. I should also add that there is nothing like a hairy butt to get me super horny. I find that so virile! I’m not into effeminate men nor drag queens.

Because of my diabetes for over 35 years, I now have erectile dysfunction and can not therefore fuck guys in their mouth. I however adore seeing a twink, a bodybuilder or a bear getting pounded by a muscular dude. My treat is licking their hole before a hard cut dick starts entering the begging butt. I continue to twirl my tongue around the dagger. I even invite a friend to join me. Best threesome experience: we each swallow a ball, chew the nut, then lick the shaft shoving in and out of the divine hole, pausing now and the to kiss each other under the musky paradise.

At 76 and living in a seniors’ residence, I don’t mind hiring a Black guy for an hour ($300), under the condition that he likes to kiss and get rimmed. My regular Rent-A-Man has a 7.5-inch cut piece of meat that I swallow with frenzy after having tongue-fucked and kissed him for fifty minutes. Money well spent.