Bi-Sexual Male / 47
I am currently in a sexual relationship with a man I met through the internet. We traded e-mails, decided to meet and are now having sex. These relationships are all about sex, there is not much more, although with this fellow we get along pretty well, he is definitely the top, which makes me the bottom of the relationship, but that is fine, bottoming for me feels real good.
He asked me when was the first time I bottomed? Well at that time, I really wasn't thinking about it like that. I was over at the house of neighbor and he had the largest collection of comic books of anyone. I wanted to read his comic books and he told me that if I wanted to read them I had suck his dick. I had sucked his dick many times before, I enjoyed sucking his dick, it is hard to explain just how much I enjoyed it. He had a good sized dick, he was cut and he got hard. And I could suck him for a good long while, before he would take my head and fuck my mouth hard, and spit in my mouth. I knew better than to take my mouth away, he spat in my mouth and I swallowed some and spat out the rest.
Except this day, after I had been sucking him for a while, and he was plain hard, he told me to push down my pants and lay on my stomach on the bed and he got on top of me and started to poke his dick against my ass. He would lean up on his arms, and point his dick at my butt hole and start poking hard again. Man that felt good. Somehow I moved down on the bed a bit and was able to spread my legs out and he pushed hard and broke through and got the head in. It felt huge. I don't think he had more than the head in, and could just not make much head way. Finally he told me to wait there, and not move, and he went to his parent's room and came back with some of his mother's cream.
He rubbed it all over his dick, the entire length of the shaft, told me to roll over and I felt his cold hard dick against my ass, this time I knew what to do, I spread myself right and between that, his mother's cream, and his hard dick, he pushed it in further and further and further. It hurt, that much I remember, but it wasn't awful pain, it was pleasurable pain, he kept asking me if I liked it, and I would say yes, and he would fuck some more. Eventually he got as far as he was going to go, he tried fucking but there was no lube and so it was just a thing of keeping it in and ramming hard until he went soft and pulled out, no ejaculation. That was my first time getting fucked, it hurt, but it felt real good.
We experimented until he had the right stuff to lube himself and we fucked almost every day. We had our routine, I would take my pants off and he would take his pants off and I would suck his dick until he was good and hard, and then I would turn over on the bed and give him my ass and he would lube up and we would fuck. The more he fucked me, the more I liked it, the more I got to suck his dick, the more I liked it. That is how my life on that side of the street began.
Over the years I have continued with my hobby, with a music teacher, and later with the clerk at the seven eleven, and later with the shoe salesman at the mall. As an adult I kept up, only now a lot more careful, because of my job, but I always had a friendly guy to mess around with. I learned to top with younger guys and enjoyed that, but not as much as bottoming for the right man. At the heart of it I am a bottom, and me and my current buddy have that down pretty well. We are old men now, but the memories of when I was young and starting give me a thrill to retell.
Those days with my neighbor and his comic books were the best. Him a regular jock sized kid and me a skinny dude, with long legs getting his dick up my ass. I never questioned it, I just enjoyed it. Still do.
He asked me when was the first time I bottomed? Well at that time, I really wasn't thinking about it like that. I was over at the house of neighbor and he had the largest collection of comic books of anyone. I wanted to read his comic books and he told me that if I wanted to read them I had suck his dick. I had sucked his dick many times before, I enjoyed sucking his dick, it is hard to explain just how much I enjoyed it. He had a good sized dick, he was cut and he got hard. And I could suck him for a good long while, before he would take my head and fuck my mouth hard, and spit in my mouth. I knew better than to take my mouth away, he spat in my mouth and I swallowed some and spat out the rest.
Except this day, after I had been sucking him for a while, and he was plain hard, he told me to push down my pants and lay on my stomach on the bed and he got on top of me and started to poke his dick against my ass. He would lean up on his arms, and point his dick at my butt hole and start poking hard again. Man that felt good. Somehow I moved down on the bed a bit and was able to spread my legs out and he pushed hard and broke through and got the head in. It felt huge. I don't think he had more than the head in, and could just not make much head way. Finally he told me to wait there, and not move, and he went to his parent's room and came back with some of his mother's cream.
He rubbed it all over his dick, the entire length of the shaft, told me to roll over and I felt his cold hard dick against my ass, this time I knew what to do, I spread myself right and between that, his mother's cream, and his hard dick, he pushed it in further and further and further. It hurt, that much I remember, but it wasn't awful pain, it was pleasurable pain, he kept asking me if I liked it, and I would say yes, and he would fuck some more. Eventually he got as far as he was going to go, he tried fucking but there was no lube and so it was just a thing of keeping it in and ramming hard until he went soft and pulled out, no ejaculation. That was my first time getting fucked, it hurt, but it felt real good.
We experimented until he had the right stuff to lube himself and we fucked almost every day. We had our routine, I would take my pants off and he would take his pants off and I would suck his dick until he was good and hard, and then I would turn over on the bed and give him my ass and he would lube up and we would fuck. The more he fucked me, the more I liked it, the more I got to suck his dick, the more I liked it. That is how my life on that side of the street began.
Over the years I have continued with my hobby, with a music teacher, and later with the clerk at the seven eleven, and later with the shoe salesman at the mall. As an adult I kept up, only now a lot more careful, because of my job, but I always had a friendly guy to mess around with. I learned to top with younger guys and enjoyed that, but not as much as bottoming for the right man. At the heart of it I am a bottom, and me and my current buddy have that down pretty well. We are old men now, but the memories of when I was young and starting give me a thrill to retell.
Those days with my neighbor and his comic books were the best. Him a regular jock sized kid and me a skinny dude, with long legs getting his dick up my ass. I never questioned it, I just enjoyed it. Still do.
