How I became attracted to older men

This is an true story of how I became addicted to older men and the event that led to me sucking my first cock at the early age of 19. This is my first attempt at writing and I will try to recreate the event as accurately as I can remember. I am not a professional writer just a guy wanting to share his first bj experience.

My name is Mike, and I was an average size young guy about 5’7 and tipped the scales at a lean 165 pounds. I was often told that I was an attractive guy that resembled the younger version of the county western singer Clint black. I felt that I was a good looking kid and I liked to flirt and flaunt my sex appeal.

I was 19 years old and drudging my way through community college while working the midnight shift in a local convenience store. My royal blue shift shirts were typically unbuttoned one notch below the manager’s tolerance level exposing my chest for the occasional peeper. My ass was intentional snuggled firmly into my favorite pair of white Guess jean.

I refused to wear anything under them and often wondered if my dark brown hair or package was noticeable through the material. I guess I was a typical kid of that age who had a little bit of potential and a whole lot of cocky attitude.

At the time I was living with my steady girlfriend in a tiny apartment. I was not in love, but she was steady rent money and a quick, easy release for my over charged sex drive and super thrived sexual curiosity. At that age I had basically self-restricted my sexual adventures to heterosexual fun. I admit that I was a selfish boyfriend and really basked in the benefits of being a young stud.

I took every available opportunity to take sexual ‘advantages’ of the inexperienced younger girls merely by convincing them that ‘I LOVED THEM’ at that moment, regardless of my live-in girlfriend status. However, like most kids, when I was an earlier teenager I experimented a little with bi-sexuality.

Often, my friends and I would do the infamous, teenage ‘double dare’ each other into circle-jerks while someone took their turn at dreaming over the Hustler or Swank magazines that we stole from our father’s secret hiding spot or the occasional collection we found in the local woods. The nasty porn magazines with the pages all stuck together with dried cum.

I would often close my eyes and imagine myself secretly watching some horny, perverted dude stroking his cock while fantasying about his neighbor’s daughter; milking his cock all over the centerfold pages of those nude young girls. I admit that I enjoyed the feel of my buddies’ dicks in my grip jerking them until their sperm splattered all over my hands. I would continue to stroke them until my palms were fully drenched and cum dripped from my finger tips.

There is not much to do when you work the midnight shift at a 7-11 store in Dallas, Texas except get in trouble somehow. I spent many of my early morning shifts jacking off in the storage room while browsing our wide selection of porn magazines that the store distributed. There was a camera in the backroom and I often wondered if anyone every reviewed the tapes.

I secretly hoped that someone had watched them at some point. Sure, I was supposed to be stocking shelves with fresh merchandise or peering down the ‘would be’ shop lifters. But, I thought I could leave most of that hard work to the dedicated morning shift. I spent most of my available time on more personal entertainment, having trashy phone sex with strangers. You see our store was located just on the border of the controversial, artsy side of town.

Other words, we were positioned next to the gay section of Dallas known as Oak Lawn. Each and every night I would get dozens of calls from primarily men. These guys had frequented our store at some point and saw me behind the counter. I am a very social person and enjoy talking to everyone. Well, at 2AM after the bars had closed and the buzz had turned to drunk, these guys had only one topic to discuss, SEX!!!

I was a horny young guy and had bad intensions mixed with kinky sexual curiosity. I enjoyed most any kinky sex, role playing and even voyeuring a buddy butt fuck my girlfriend after we arranged for her to have far too many Tequilas to drink. I loved listening to these guys squirm as I would taunt them with seductive possibilities. I must admit that each conversion left me horny as hell and needing to jerk off.

 Furthermore, I was starting to allow that old teenage sexual exploration to surface again in my hardening groin. I could spend hours on the phone teasing in a low, sexy, pleading voice describing my sexual desires to become the party favor at a gay sex orgy. I pleaded to be tied face down on the kitchen table with my boxers yanked around my knees while blindfolded for complete strangers.

I enjoyed describing how each guy would force his way in line to be the next cock pumping my tight little pink ass hole. Another favorite tease I often shared was a fantasy of how I had to suck off some son-of-bitch that was black mailing me with sexual exploration pictures of me engaged in fag sex. All this teasing was done in jest and was just an outlet to kill the boredom during the lonely 11-7 AM shift knowing full well it was basically bull-shit ramblings to a bunch of drunken masturbating perverts.

However, I was opening Pandora’s Box and I loved it. My sexual appetite and insatiable curiosity started to control my better judgment. I started to agree to casual hook-ups with a few of the more vocal, demanding types. For whatever reason, this personality trait was prominent in the older guys. I personally wasn’t aroused by the softer boys who were in touch with their decorating or fashion side.

I went with what I knew best from my past teenage bi-sexual experiences, hand jobs. I offered a few of the more nasty men a naughty, oiled up hand job. I told them to pick me up outside the store an hour or so before my 11PM shift and I promised a nice nut blowing orgasm in their car. I met with several guys and I was really starting to enjoy myself again and realized the thought of a hard cock remained in my mind throughout the days.

I started to receive several calls from a guy named Bill. He claimed to be 51 which would put him at least 32 my elder. He went into full details of each and every dimension of his body. Bill described himself as an average Caucasian working stiff with a ‘never ending marriage’ and that his wife was well beyond her hormonal prime or interest. His weight was a chubby 230 pounds on a 5’10 frame.

He had a spare tire around his midsection that hung just over his belt and his hair was ‘27 years of boring marriage’ worth of gray hair. However, he made up for what he lacked in sophistication with a 7.5’’ uncut cock that could stay hard all night. I remember that he called himself a ‘shower and not a grower’, he said his cock hung a good 6.5’’ limp. His description made me chuckle because that is a fine size in my opinion and a full inch longer than mine when fully erect.

He had a bad attitude and was in poor physical condition. He was absolutely nothing that I would be attracted to and probably would be even a little on the gross side for my age. However, something about this guy just seemed to intrigue me and turn me on. I think the nasty wrongness of the whole situation is what made it so sexually appealing. We arranged to meet outside the store about 10 pm. I was actually off work that particular evening but, I liked to keep that a secret as it is a great excuse for me to return promptly.

Bill was on time and drove up in a standard, clean, older model Ford pickup. I walked to the passenger side window and as he lowered the glass. I quickly noticed he wore a pair of navy blue Dockers slacks with a black long sleeve shirt with the cuffs rolled at the wrists and the hem was untucked at the waist. He was listening to 60’s rock music on some local radio station while a high-ball glass adorning a Jack Daniel’s insignia rested on the dash.

He spoke, ‘You ready for this, kid?’, ‘let’s go’!!

It wasn’t much of an introduction and the way he spoke seemed to make me question the romance of the situation. His voice was rough as if he smoked most of his early years and the tone was that of a person who doesn’t handle his liquor pleasantly. I climbed in the passenger seat and surveyed the situation. The truck was clean with a full single bench seat across the front. The dash had a long crack from the relentless Texas sun.

He had a plastic tray holder on the floor and a 5th bottle of Jack Daniels in the cup resting spot. He offered his hand and said ‘Ya made it’. His grip was powerful and I felt he was trying to make a statement with it. He offered up his bottle of Jack. I asked if he had an extra glass I could use and in a seemly uneducated replied he stated, ‘You don’t need no glass boy!!' Sometimes we should listen to our inner voice and retreat from danger but, I ignored common sense and said, ‘Let’s roll’.

We took off in the truck down West Mockingbird Lane as I moved over closer to him on the bench seat. If you’re not familiar with the Dallas throughways let me tell you that road is busy at 10:30 PM, even on a weekday evening. We didn’t have much in common to talk about except our usual nightly phone sex topics. He requested that I get naked as we drove. He said it was a short drive to where we were going.

He wanted to see young body nude and the tight ass that he jerked off to nightly. I told him I was worried about the police busting me being nude. He just looked at me long and hard without much expression. Hesitantly, I removed my shirt and pants and sat them on the floor. His eyes penetrated my body up and down. We both continued to hit his bottle with some reckless abandonment.

Surprisingly, he snatched up my pants and placed them on the dash as is they were a trophy of his accomplishment. The windows were down from our earlier introduction when I approached the truck. The night breeze felt soothing on my aroused, engorged skin and the whiskey buzz had really started to loosen up the atmosphere.

I leaned into him and started to rub his leg and squeezed his crotch while whispering sexy trash as he drove. I unzipped his pants and lowered them enough to get hand access to his cock and balls. His cock was long and hung limp at least the 6..5’’ that he described. He had a large mushroom shaped head that was partially hidden by his uncut foreskin. His balls were large and floated in the ample room of the sack that old men seem to acquire through many years of gravity.

I gripped his cock and began to stroke him with while my imagination lusted to see him fully erect. This was the first time that I had been completely naked in front of one of my hookups. My nervous were tense with excitement and my cock was rock hard. He enjoyed stroking my bare back as I leaned in closer to be near him. My heart raced as I stroked his hard cock on the open road.

He changed lanes from right to left in order to pass a slow moving car. I stopped masturbating him and reached for my clothes. He grabbed my hand and returned it to his cock reassured me that is was dark, just relax and stay low. I crotched down as he placed his firm grip over my hand and began to methodically masturbate himself with my hand. I have no idea if the driver noticed me hunched over in his bare lap or not, but I felt totally exposed and I was completely lost in the lust of the moment.

The embarrassment of being possibly caught stroking another man’s dick drove my libido over the limit and made my balls begged for relief. We shared this hide and seek ritual threw several red lights and past a few sight seers in the slow lane.

Soon, we turned into a large parking lot. The space was adjacent to storefront buildings at each entrance and a 24x7 adult book store nestled into the center. This area is known for late night activity of hookers, porn stores and drug dealers. Bill parked the truck along a chain linked fence. He released the seat and slid it back for more comfort. There were nearly a dozen vehicles in the parking lot with men coming and going oblivious to our circumstance.

Many of them lingered in the parking lot desperately lurking for any sign of romantic invitation while others flogged through nudity magazines with the dome light in their car’s providing the only entertainment for self-relief. I thought to myself that this is a lot of effort for a hand job, but my hormones took over where my brain questioned.

I was drunk and completely naked in a stranger’s pickup truck that was stowed in a parking lot of a porn store. I was chaperoned by an older ‘beer gutted’ pervert whose pants were positioned around his ankles. I oiled up his cock with baby oil and I began to hammer stroke his swollen cock while I delivered some trashy rehearsed porn prolog to stimulate his sinful imagination.

‘Yeah Bill, you like me stroking that fucking cock, don’t you?’

“I can tell by your hard cock that you like a young MAN stroking that dick, you fucking pervert!!”

His cock was rock hard; his head was resting back on the seat and would only rise if he heard voices nearby. My body was slid close to his with my head resting on his shoulder and chest muscles while my eyes betrayed me with voyeurism of my own hand pumping another man’s cock that was tucked well below his healthy gut.

Bill reached for his glass of whiskey and slurped what remained in the glass. He was moaning uncontrollably and stammering in a low, barely audible voice.

“That feels so fucking good, ahhhhhhh, fuck yes, that’s it boy’’.

My hand slipped up and down over his long oiled up cock. I noticed he had a thick vein that bulged out from one side and ran the length of his shaft. I enjoyed caressing it because it seemed to apply sensation to him that was visually apparent in his reactions. I felt Bill’s hand sliding up and down my back with increasing tension as his breathing seemed to announce his approaching orgasm.

Determined, he placed both hand on the back of my head and shoved my face downward over his belly and buried in his lap. His actions startled me and I quickly attempted to rise from his crotch.

‘SUCK THAT FUCKING COCK you god damn tease’, he said.

His left hand gripped his cock and guided the tip straight up toward my face. His large powerful right hand engulfed the back of my head and with much strength pushed my mouth toward his crotch. My lips brushed against the oily mushroom.

‘Come on boy, let’s go, suck that cock!!’

I could smell the musky scent of a working man’s sweaty balls. I could taste the salty mixture of oil and cum lubricant that darned my lips. My mind filtered through a millions reasons why to resist this, but my lust was overpowering my judgment. I opened my mouth and allowed his bare dick to slip past my tongue with a nonstop decent down my throat.

I have never given a blowjob before, but I had plenty of experience encouraging non-cooperative young girls on their first oral attempt. His hands gripped my head firmly as he seemed to use my mouth to masturbate his erection. I didn’t have to assist much; his hands freely forced my head in a bobbing deep throat rhythm. The more I gagged on his head penetrating my throat the deeper he pushed the next thrust.

My hands were resting on his thighs levitating my body against his downward force. My eyes were watering with each thrust into my tender throat. I began to submit and was no longer resisting his face fucking. I began to sinfully moan uncontrollably with each pump. He lifted my head to just at the tip of his cock and began to hump my mouth from below.

His hard cock trusted deep into my mouth with discerning revenge for the men whom I had taunted in the past. I leaned in his lap motionless as he fucked me in a steady pattern. He lowered his hips to the seat until his mushroom was at edge of my lips then trusted it deep into my swollen throat. Each of his pumps rolled his foreskin back exposing a pink silky texture below. The taste of his cock was incredible and a huge turn on. I loved being treated like the slut I portrayed in my phone fantasies.

He repeated, ‘Suck it faggot, take my cock you fucking bitch’.

Bill was close and did a final hump upward to initiate his eruption into my mouth. He continued to milk his dick into my mouth using my head to message his ejaculation. I wanted his load; I wanted to swallow it for him. I gulped the way I encouraged all my prior girlfriends to do when I blew in their mouths. The taste was salty and thick and coated my tongue.

I enjoyable the flavor more than I ever imagined and I feared I was a cocksucker for life. It was going to be a challenge to return to our missionary sex with my girlfriend. He released my head and I rose from his lap and blame it on the booze or my hormones, but all I could come up with was,

‘God Damn, that was fucking hot!!!’

‘I want more!’

I just stared at him speechless. He raised his pants and said ‘Can’t wait to do that again’, and started the car. I spent the drive back making out with his cock. I kissed and caressed the silky skin over my face. I licked the slit at the mount of his head while deep throating his shaft beyond my comfort level. I did not care if anyone saw us or was disgusted by me. We returned to the store and parked in the employee spots directly behind the building. I finally found relief masturbating in his front seat as he described his ‘fuck’ plans for my body.

‘Call ya tomorrow night’, he stated as he reached and dropped my jeans out his driver’s side window. I exited his car and made a bare ass dash to get my pants on before any customers drove past. I laughed the whole time thinking how much damn fun this was.

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