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Gay Stories
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Bi-Sexual Male / 22
How Like Older Men
I'm in a relationship with a 43 year old married man. It's a secret affair but we like it this way. We have an amazing relationship as boyfriends and our sex life is even better. One time, during our after sex cuddling, he asked me how I became to like older men. I couldn't tell him the truth, instead I just told him, I happened to be attracted by older men.
But the truth was, when I young I was r**ed.
When I was young, That time I already liked both boys and girls. I get attracted to both but never really knew this whole bisexual thing, I just thought maybe it's the same with other boys.
I was 13 eleven years old when I was r**ed by a guy. He was 25 years old back then and I knew him very well. He was a caretaker at one of our rest house. One summer, we were both left in the house, my parents will pick me up after their 3 day business trip. At 13, I already know how to masturbate. I was looking at some playboy magazine when this guy (let's call him Jake) saw me reading this magazine. I was afraid that he'd tell my parents so I begged him not to tell them because it's embarrassing. What he asked me to do changed my life. He told me he wouldn't tell my parents if I suck his cock.
Well to put it real simple, I agreed cause I was curious about it. What I considered r**e was he insisted to fuck me. Jake was a tall young man, not muscular but beefy enough in terms of body size.
Jake forced me onto the bed, covered my mouth with his hands. I saw him spit on his cock and inserted it in my ass. Jake was big, too big for me at that time. When I felt his cock in my ass, it was the most painful thing I had ever felt. He just shove it in. While he was fucking me, I begged him to stop because its very painful. But he didn't, instead he just continued and keeps getting faster. He was just moaning telling me that my ass is better than any girls pussy. I cried in pain and all I could do was to wait for him to finish. When he was done, I just laid on the bed in disbelief and didn't stop crying.
Jake suddenly flipped when he saw me crying non stop. He begged to apologize, even cried as to what he has done. He took me to the bathroom to clean me up and I saw blood when wiped my ass with tissue. He begged for apology. I can still remember how guilty he was. That night, I didn't speak. I just laid at my bedroom.
Because of his guilt, Jake did everything. He always ask if I'm feeling okay, always offering me food and water, always trying to comfort me but I just don't want to talk. I had a fever that night and Jake took care of me. I remember him telling me how guilty he was at what he did to me. He begged for me not to say anything to my parents. Because of the blankness that I felt, I remember saying yes.
The next day, I was just in my room and Jake took care of everything, still making sure I was okay and well. The following day my parents came and asked him how I was. He told him that I got a fever and ho took care of me. I got off my room and greeted my parents. My parents collected my things and told me that we were already leaving because we can't miss the flight. Jake didn't look at me, I now have a clear idea how guilty he was. Then, I just heard myself saying thank you to him for taking good care me while I was sick.
3 months later, I could still remember everything. But for some reason every time I think about the pressure that I felt from Jake's big body when was on top of me, I get hard, Then I thought about how fucked me, I get even harder. The more I think about it, the more I tend to imagine how it would feel If I was not being forced. I started going into the internet and searched about gay sex then I started to think about Jake even more.
There was long holiday and I asked my parents If I could go to the rest house. One of my aunt accompanied me on my travel. When I got the rest house, Jake was surprised and shocked when He saw me.
He asked me if i'm okay and asked me a lot of things. Then I told him that I came because I wanted to speak with him in private. I told him that we could talk at my room when my aunt is asleep. That night Jake came, very nervous. I told him how I felt during those times, how shocked I am, how terrified I am, how angry I am for doing what he did to me. But before he could say anything, I told him also, that ever since it happened, I just couldn't stop thinking about it and how I get hard every time I think about it.
Jake look at me and there's a disbelief in his face. Jake was surprised when I told him, that I wanted to have gay sex with him. This time, I am not being forced and I wanted to feel good, because sex according to the internet feels good.
He was big, beefy and hung. I was thirteen, young and innocent and I had sex with a 25 year old man. I sucked his dick, he kissed me, licked my body and fucked me gently. Constantly asking me If i'm feeling good while he was fucking me. It's still painful when he fucked me, but the more he fucked, the pleasure becomes way more intense to the point where I don't want to stop.
Jake became my fuck buddy, I was his boy toy, over the years, I learned to please him as he learned pleases me. I got into college and now having a relationship with a beautiful man, he's my professor. He's older than me, but it doesn't matter because I love him so much.
I'm in a relationship with a 43 year old married man. It's a secret affair but we like it this way. We have an amazing relationship as boyfriends and our sex life is even better. One time, during our after sex cuddling, he asked me how I became to like older men. I couldn't tell him the truth, instead I just told him, I happened to be attracted by older men.
But the truth was, when I young I was r**ed.
When I was young, That time I already liked both boys and girls. I get attracted to both but never really knew this whole bisexual thing, I just thought maybe it's the same with other boys.
I was 13 eleven years old when I was r**ed by a guy. He was 25 years old back then and I knew him very well. He was a caretaker at one of our rest house. One summer, we were both left in the house, my parents will pick me up after their 3 day business trip. At 13, I already know how to masturbate. I was looking at some playboy magazine when this guy (let's call him Jake) saw me reading this magazine. I was afraid that he'd tell my parents so I begged him not to tell them because it's embarrassing. What he asked me to do changed my life. He told me he wouldn't tell my parents if I suck his cock.
Well to put it real simple, I agreed cause I was curious about it. What I considered r**e was he insisted to fuck me. Jake was a tall young man, not muscular but beefy enough in terms of body size.
Jake forced me onto the bed, covered my mouth with his hands. I saw him spit on his cock and inserted it in my ass. Jake was big, too big for me at that time. When I felt his cock in my ass, it was the most painful thing I had ever felt. He just shove it in. While he was fucking me, I begged him to stop because its very painful. But he didn't, instead he just continued and keeps getting faster. He was just moaning telling me that my ass is better than any girls pussy. I cried in pain and all I could do was to wait for him to finish. When he was done, I just laid on the bed in disbelief and didn't stop crying.
Jake suddenly flipped when he saw me crying non stop. He begged to apologize, even cried as to what he has done. He took me to the bathroom to clean me up and I saw blood when wiped my ass with tissue. He begged for apology. I can still remember how guilty he was. That night, I didn't speak. I just laid at my bedroom.
Because of his guilt, Jake did everything. He always ask if I'm feeling okay, always offering me food and water, always trying to comfort me but I just don't want to talk. I had a fever that night and Jake took care of me. I remember him telling me how guilty he was at what he did to me. He begged for me not to say anything to my parents. Because of the blankness that I felt, I remember saying yes.
The next day, I was just in my room and Jake took care of everything, still making sure I was okay and well. The following day my parents came and asked him how I was. He told him that I got a fever and ho took care of me. I got off my room and greeted my parents. My parents collected my things and told me that we were already leaving because we can't miss the flight. Jake didn't look at me, I now have a clear idea how guilty he was. Then, I just heard myself saying thank you to him for taking good care me while I was sick.
3 months later, I could still remember everything. But for some reason every time I think about the pressure that I felt from Jake's big body when was on top of me, I get hard, Then I thought about how fucked me, I get even harder. The more I think about it, the more I tend to imagine how it would feel If I was not being forced. I started going into the internet and searched about gay sex then I started to think about Jake even more.
There was long holiday and I asked my parents If I could go to the rest house. One of my aunt accompanied me on my travel. When I got the rest house, Jake was surprised and shocked when He saw me.
He asked me if i'm okay and asked me a lot of things. Then I told him that I came because I wanted to speak with him in private. I told him that we could talk at my room when my aunt is asleep. That night Jake came, very nervous. I told him how I felt during those times, how shocked I am, how terrified I am, how angry I am for doing what he did to me. But before he could say anything, I told him also, that ever since it happened, I just couldn't stop thinking about it and how I get hard every time I think about it.
Jake look at me and there's a disbelief in his face. Jake was surprised when I told him, that I wanted to have gay sex with him. This time, I am not being forced and I wanted to feel good, because sex according to the internet feels good.
He was big, beefy and hung. I was thirteen, young and innocent and I had sex with a 25 year old man. I sucked his dick, he kissed me, licked my body and fucked me gently. Constantly asking me If i'm feeling good while he was fucking me. It's still painful when he fucked me, but the more he fucked, the pleasure becomes way more intense to the point where I don't want to stop.
Jake became my fuck buddy, I was his boy toy, over the years, I learned to please him as he learned pleases me. I got into college and now having a relationship with a beautiful man, he's my professor. He's older than me, but it doesn't matter because I love him so much.
