Bi-Sexual Male / 49
I will start with being eleven. I sucked my neighbor's dick in his room. I sucked him for a long time. When he finally told me to quit I was hurt. I sucked him many times after that and he sucked me several times.
I was older and I sucked my math tutor. He was retired and sucking him was my right of passage. He would slap my face with his dick and tell me to open up wide and he would slip his dick in my mouth and I had to slowly close my mouth around it until I locked on. He was my tutor for two years. We also did the nasty.
College and life came and I went on to the ordinary and customary life of wife, kids a house, college for the kids, a career, all the ordinary milestones of life.
When I masturbated I would always go back to opening my mouth and waiting for my tutor's dick, and I climaxed when I felt his dick in me. I always climax when I feel his dick in me. All in my head, but when I masturbate it is all real again, the sounds, the bed, the feeling.
With the house empty, my kids are long gone, my wife left me, all alone in the house I decided to look into my earlier feelings. I masturbated almost every day to the same image, I just wanted a real dick, and I really wanted to feel it again.
I set up meets with several men through the web, but always chickened out. I would see them at this spot in the mall, at this bar in another neighborhood, at this gas station, mostly suggested by them, I would go, but not show up. I went back to masturbate.
I changed my tactic and started to frequent public places, and public restrooms, to look at dicks, and I got to see lots of dicks, but they weren't what I remembered my tutor's dick, they were more like my neighbor's dick. I of course have seen lots of dicks in my life, but now I was looking for a dick, a dick to suck and dick for the nasty.
I thought to myself, maybe my memory of my tutor's dick, is like the memory of your room when you are growing up, it really wasn't that big. But I sure remember it as being big, he had a big dick, I know because I sucked it a lot and of course I did the nasty with him.
One long weekend, I decided to go see my daughter who lives in Tennessee. I drove at night, just cooler, all interstate. I stopped at a rest stop on I-40. The only other vehicle that was there was Dodge Ram, pulling an RV.
An old guy, older than me anyway, came over and asked me if I wanted a hot cup of coffee. I went over to his RV and joined him, the coffee was good, it really hit the spot. We sat inside and talked, the talking was easy, he was an easy conversationalist, mostly general topics. After a while, I suggested I should leave and get on the road, he suggested there was no hurry, and he leaned over and whispered 'I could really use a blow job'. He opened his pants and took out his dick, and asked me if I was up to it.
Maybe it was the darkness inside the RV, maybe it was his dick, his dick was big. The rush that came over me was immediate, here I was and here without any planning he was, and I was going to get to suck his dick. I must have acted like a ten year old, I had his dick in my mouth so fast he had to say 'hold on boy, take your time'.
At first he was in the chair and I was on my knees in front of him, his pants got in the way and he stopped me and took them off and then I could suck his full dick. I could smell his balls, I cupped his balls and sucked him. I was going slow I wanted to taste and feel every moment. I wanted him to climax, but I didn't want him to climax, what I really wanted was for him to do the nasty on me.
He could see I wanted to take my clothes off, so we got naked, he sucked me a little and I sucked him a lot. His dick was bigger than mine, he sucked hard and he fingered me and I reacted by wanting more. I must have started to offer myself to him, because he told me he would try it and see if I could take it. At first, I was on all fours and he was successful in getting it all in, I could feel his balls as he shoved in.
He was harder than he had been when I was sucking him, he told me to lay back on the small bed in the RV, and he got between my legs and he continued to shove it in, I say shove because he shoved it in, and gently pulled it out, and then he would shove it in again. The minutes passed slowly, and he climaxed, the look in his eyes was priceless, the feeling of watching him climax, the feeling of him pulling out one last time was priceless.
I left some twenty minutes later, I got in my car and drove quietly until sun up and stopped at a motel and showered and went to bed. I realized that I had not climaxed myself, and I tried to masturbate, but my memories would not stay together, I was tired and fell asleep. I didn't masturbate successfully until after I ate a late lunch and went back to the room before checking out to get back on the road. I masturbated successfully to the image of his dick while I was sucking him in the RV and the feeling of his dick as he fucked me on my back on that little bed.
His dick is my touchstone for masturbation, my old memories are there, but they do not come up when I am masturbating. Where he is with his RV who knows, hopefully some other lucky s.o.b. is getting the full treatment. He's an experienced master at this, and I am a lowly beginner.
I was older and I sucked my math tutor. He was retired and sucking him was my right of passage. He would slap my face with his dick and tell me to open up wide and he would slip his dick in my mouth and I had to slowly close my mouth around it until I locked on. He was my tutor for two years. We also did the nasty.
College and life came and I went on to the ordinary and customary life of wife, kids a house, college for the kids, a career, all the ordinary milestones of life.
When I masturbated I would always go back to opening my mouth and waiting for my tutor's dick, and I climaxed when I felt his dick in me. I always climax when I feel his dick in me. All in my head, but when I masturbate it is all real again, the sounds, the bed, the feeling.
With the house empty, my kids are long gone, my wife left me, all alone in the house I decided to look into my earlier feelings. I masturbated almost every day to the same image, I just wanted a real dick, and I really wanted to feel it again.
I set up meets with several men through the web, but always chickened out. I would see them at this spot in the mall, at this bar in another neighborhood, at this gas station, mostly suggested by them, I would go, but not show up. I went back to masturbate.
I changed my tactic and started to frequent public places, and public restrooms, to look at dicks, and I got to see lots of dicks, but they weren't what I remembered my tutor's dick, they were more like my neighbor's dick. I of course have seen lots of dicks in my life, but now I was looking for a dick, a dick to suck and dick for the nasty.
I thought to myself, maybe my memory of my tutor's dick, is like the memory of your room when you are growing up, it really wasn't that big. But I sure remember it as being big, he had a big dick, I know because I sucked it a lot and of course I did the nasty with him.
One long weekend, I decided to go see my daughter who lives in Tennessee. I drove at night, just cooler, all interstate. I stopped at a rest stop on I-40. The only other vehicle that was there was Dodge Ram, pulling an RV.
An old guy, older than me anyway, came over and asked me if I wanted a hot cup of coffee. I went over to his RV and joined him, the coffee was good, it really hit the spot. We sat inside and talked, the talking was easy, he was an easy conversationalist, mostly general topics. After a while, I suggested I should leave and get on the road, he suggested there was no hurry, and he leaned over and whispered 'I could really use a blow job'. He opened his pants and took out his dick, and asked me if I was up to it.
Maybe it was the darkness inside the RV, maybe it was his dick, his dick was big. The rush that came over me was immediate, here I was and here without any planning he was, and I was going to get to suck his dick. I must have acted like a ten year old, I had his dick in my mouth so fast he had to say 'hold on boy, take your time'.
At first he was in the chair and I was on my knees in front of him, his pants got in the way and he stopped me and took them off and then I could suck his full dick. I could smell his balls, I cupped his balls and sucked him. I was going slow I wanted to taste and feel every moment. I wanted him to climax, but I didn't want him to climax, what I really wanted was for him to do the nasty on me.
He could see I wanted to take my clothes off, so we got naked, he sucked me a little and I sucked him a lot. His dick was bigger than mine, he sucked hard and he fingered me and I reacted by wanting more. I must have started to offer myself to him, because he told me he would try it and see if I could take it. At first, I was on all fours and he was successful in getting it all in, I could feel his balls as he shoved in.
He was harder than he had been when I was sucking him, he told me to lay back on the small bed in the RV, and he got between my legs and he continued to shove it in, I say shove because he shoved it in, and gently pulled it out, and then he would shove it in again. The minutes passed slowly, and he climaxed, the look in his eyes was priceless, the feeling of watching him climax, the feeling of him pulling out one last time was priceless.
I left some twenty minutes later, I got in my car and drove quietly until sun up and stopped at a motel and showered and went to bed. I realized that I had not climaxed myself, and I tried to masturbate, but my memories would not stay together, I was tired and fell asleep. I didn't masturbate successfully until after I ate a late lunch and went back to the room before checking out to get back on the road. I masturbated successfully to the image of his dick while I was sucking him in the RV and the feeling of his dick as he fucked me on my back on that little bed.
His dick is my touchstone for masturbation, my old memories are there, but they do not come up when I am masturbating. Where he is with his RV who knows, hopefully some other lucky s.o.b. is getting the full treatment. He's an experienced master at this, and I am a lowly beginner.
