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Secret Pleasures of a Daddy the Beauty of Young and Old Love
I recently turned 19, I have been a trick/twink for a while. My parents have tried to lay a guilt trip, God will punish you in conjunction with the evils of homosexual relational sex. How men older than my parents are only using me. We all know the drill.
I was 14 when I first had a grown man literally use me. It turns out, he took horny boy self to a new level and left me hungry for more. Problem was, he was a tourist not going to be around to take me to bed again. I knew somehow that, I only desired sex with older, mature men of a certain type. The problem was, how to find them, how to spot and approach. Shit, I was pedophile prey, prison poison, little chicken seekung a hawk.
I had heard adults talk about XXX theaters and bookstores were full of, "those types" so If the mountain won't come to Muhammad-- Mohammed must go to the mountain. I went to a pretty big movie/books and mags. Waited to see a man or men of my type coming out. I would find some bullshit reason to go ask them something, trying to get a conversation. I pretty much knew, when horny men have a juicy sexual opportunity in front of them, they make a move or damn sure want to.
My first was a guy about 45 I sensed he was gay as, but macho gay. I gave him a line asking for a ride. When he said yes maybe I would have to tempt him in the car. I ask him if guys got blow jobs in the movie. I said, I like BJ's game on! Hr reached over began squeezing my hard dick, then stopped to unzip and pull my pants down I was balls deep in his mouth fast. He made me cum so good. I'd found one way to get men for sex.
The next guy, few days later was around 50 This was some shit. Ask him to buy me a bottle of booze. He asked why I wanted it. I told him my stepfather fucked me in the ass and it was better when I was drunk. I figured I told him all he needed to know. Next thing, I was at a cheap motel with him fucking me in the missionary position pinching my nips, jacking me as he was dumping in my hole. Not once, no he ordered food and fucked me two more times. My parents were furious, me coming home at, 1:00am. But it was so good, I wanted to be a chick, he fucked and kissed me like men do women. I wanted more.
Then my big Gay initiation day cam. This guy, Paul in his 40's took me to an orgy. For hours one man then another taking me into a bedroom and fucking me, making me suck cock. It was a lot, I got real sore felt like I had to "go" for a week. It did make me love men using me, I loved pleasing daddies. I fuck lots of men. I like variety. I don't see this one lover deal anytime soon.
I realize it is the Nature of things The biological imperative of gender. ( Now absurdly in question) boys generally think of girls and pussy. I'm excluding The biologically gay Let's talk about the Bisexual. Boys in my opinion should make themselves available to older men, dad's age. Then first experience the immense pleasures the older man can give. The heat, mouth watering turn on as he pulls down your trousers, touches your cock the exquisite feeling of his mouth wrapped around your cock for some balls as well.
As time and encounters progress, first one, two fingers inside you, his tongue then gently introducing your tight boi pussy to his cock, that pressure on tiny prostrate making you cum with heavenly intensity. What a bad stigma to gay or "fag/queer" shame a boy. Unfortunate! A boy would early on learn the extreme pleasures a Daddy can and only a Daddy can give. I know some of you are hard thinking about Daddy loving you.
My daddy died when I was in kindergarten and have had a thing for older boy's at first and now that I'm a teenager daddy's. I'm kinda new at actually having sex with a top that's an actual daddy age but I really love um. I got three guy's that's my daddy's and can't pick from I'm at all. I know I've got to eventually cause it's like too much sex abd I make excuses to not have sex so I don't get worn out.
Thanks for sharing. getting tops to open up and make a move is like pulling teeth. I am not reaching the correct crowd. so far i failed, no regulars. GC
When I was 13, my grandparents took my sister and I on vacation to Florida. It was a typical "blue-hair" community, without a lot going on. Mostly, we just hung-out near the pool at the apartment building where we had rented for our two-week stay.
My grandfather quickly made friends with a couple of other retirees. So, I started hanging-out with them when the pool got too crowded. One of the guy's was real loud and brash, always telling filthy jokes and saying things that would make my grandfather cringe, telling him to, "Clean it up in front of the boy!" I would try not to laugh out loud to what little I could understand at the time, for my grandfather's sake. It was the man's very nature, though, that started to turn me on.
I started to sit closer to him, and eventually right next to him. He was a big pot-bellied guy who always wore unbuttoned Hawaiin-print shirts and khaki shorts. He wasn't attractive in a traditional way, but that made me want him even more. I started flirting with him in the only way I could think of. I'd sit beside him and cross my legs, touching his exposed knee with my bare foot. At first, I'd apologize profusely. He'd just give me a strange smile and say that it was okay. After a while, I would put my entire sole against his leg and just leave it there, seeing how he would react. He'd always give me that same smile, leading me to believe that he might be as interested in me as I was him.
(To be continued...)
My hope was that he would find some excuse to ask my grandfather if he could take me up to his apartment. There, I imagined all pretense would be lost, and he would just take me into his burly arms and start kissing me, pulling off my swim trunks as he did so. I liked the thought of him leading me to his bed by the hand, where I would just lick and suck his cock until he finally rewarded mem with a mouthful of his delicious cum. Then, I would simply masturbate by his side before cuddling together for a while before we returned to our little table, trying our best to pretend that nothing happened between us. I loved the thought, though, of sitting there next to the man - my first lover - with the taste of his cum lingering in my mouth, right in front of my unsuspecting grandfather.
Unfortunately, that was not to be. One day I came to the pool in just my swim trunks, hoping to flirt with the man some more. He never showed. The other friend that my grandfather made told us that he had left the night before to return home. Needless to say, I was devastated. Though, I obviously still think of him today, so many years later. I often wonder if he had any idea as to the kinds of thoughts that were flowing through my young mind at the time. I like to think that I would have been able to please him.
Lying sack of shit!