Gay Male / 42
I am a bookkeeper by trade, not a college graduate but have a two year degree. I never got serious, preferring to have casual relationships and move on. I like certain types, but in the end I am a cocksucker and I prefer to bottom than to top. I can get hard, and if necessary top. Over the years I have lived in several communities, moving around as I get bored. I have a lot of experience as a night auditor for hotels and that is the usual job that I take.
In Phoenix I got a job working at this big hotel. It was a hold over job, I didn't intend to stay. I won't say the name, but it is recognized world wide. I took the job as the assistant which what was available, but if necessary I could have been the lead night auditor. After several nights the lead auditor let me take over and he went back into the office area to read or nap. It was around three in the morning and I caught him jacking off to a dirty picture he had. It was a picture of a hard cock oozing out. He was embarrassed. I closed the door and said let me help, I got down on my knees and I took his cock in my hand and I started to suck.
He was a nasty old goat. He had served his twenty plus years in the navy and got into the hotel business by accident, but now was a twenty plus year experienced night auditor. I sucked him clean, sucked every last little bit out and then some, I love to suck on a man after he has lost his load, his cock is always over sensitive and it gives me pleasure to give him pain, try to get him hard again and make him cum again. And I like old men.
After I sucked him dry and I couldn't get more out of him I looked at the picture. It had cum stains all over it. He told me he had gotten it in the Philippines, he told me that there was all kind of stuff over there. After that we got along fine, from time to time I would service him and get my needs taken care of at the same time.
But one night I had run down to the restroom and I found him there, we had left the night clerk alone at the desk. Why that night? Why that night I told him to get in the stall, why that night I felt like rimming his ass, I don't know. It just seemed right. To bend him over in the stall and just get my mouth up his ass and lick and suck and jack off while I did it. I came all over the toilet and his pants legs. And he liked it. For all of his navy experience, he had never been rimmed. It is just that sometimes, not often, but sometimes I get this nasty streak and a desire to eat ass. And that night was one of those nights.
He liked that, he wanted that. But at work it was hard to do, sucking him off meant locking the door on the excuse that we had to reconcile the accounts, but leaving the front desk for that long wasn't a good option. So one morning I followed him home. He lived alone, a small apartment with a small kitchen and one room. His bed wasn't made, his apartment smelled, he got naked and all my bells went off. I got down to suck his cock, I could suck his cock and run my hands all over his ass. I could suck his balls. I got him hard, that morning he was really hard, and he asked me to take it all off.
I never even gave it a second thought, once I was undressed I got on the bed and bent down waited for his cock. Sometimes your mind plays games with you, but that morning I swore he was the biggest cock that I had let fuck me. He was hard and he wanted to fuck. My face buried in his bed and he got on me and worked it inside. By the time he was done I was dripping onto his bed. I was just worn out. His big naked body beside me, I couldn't resist and I started to kiss him and he kissed me back. He grabbed me hard by my cock and kissed for a few minutes and he told me he wanted me to clean his ass.
That morning in his apartment, without any restrictions, both of us naked, I went down on his ass, that morning I wanted to rim him so bad. He liked that, he really liked that and I ate him hard. I asked him if he wanted me to finger him, I used my mouth to wet my finger and I got my finger up his ass. I know old men like having their prostrate massaged. Why that morning I don't know but that morning I wanted to fuck him. He was on his stomach with his ass up high, I got on his back and I was hard enough and I fucked that man. He had never been fucked, always the boss, he didn't know what he had been missing.
Anyway, that was that morning. All my travels, all the places I had been, but fucking with that old man is the best fuck of my life. We got naked a lot, we quit doing anything at the hotel, we just went to his place and fucked ourselves silly. That was my best job, those six months in Phoenix.
In Phoenix I got a job working at this big hotel. It was a hold over job, I didn't intend to stay. I won't say the name, but it is recognized world wide. I took the job as the assistant which what was available, but if necessary I could have been the lead night auditor. After several nights the lead auditor let me take over and he went back into the office area to read or nap. It was around three in the morning and I caught him jacking off to a dirty picture he had. It was a picture of a hard cock oozing out. He was embarrassed. I closed the door and said let me help, I got down on my knees and I took his cock in my hand and I started to suck.
He was a nasty old goat. He had served his twenty plus years in the navy and got into the hotel business by accident, but now was a twenty plus year experienced night auditor. I sucked him clean, sucked every last little bit out and then some, I love to suck on a man after he has lost his load, his cock is always over sensitive and it gives me pleasure to give him pain, try to get him hard again and make him cum again. And I like old men.
After I sucked him dry and I couldn't get more out of him I looked at the picture. It had cum stains all over it. He told me he had gotten it in the Philippines, he told me that there was all kind of stuff over there. After that we got along fine, from time to time I would service him and get my needs taken care of at the same time.
But one night I had run down to the restroom and I found him there, we had left the night clerk alone at the desk. Why that night? Why that night I told him to get in the stall, why that night I felt like rimming his ass, I don't know. It just seemed right. To bend him over in the stall and just get my mouth up his ass and lick and suck and jack off while I did it. I came all over the toilet and his pants legs. And he liked it. For all of his navy experience, he had never been rimmed. It is just that sometimes, not often, but sometimes I get this nasty streak and a desire to eat ass. And that night was one of those nights.
He liked that, he wanted that. But at work it was hard to do, sucking him off meant locking the door on the excuse that we had to reconcile the accounts, but leaving the front desk for that long wasn't a good option. So one morning I followed him home. He lived alone, a small apartment with a small kitchen and one room. His bed wasn't made, his apartment smelled, he got naked and all my bells went off. I got down to suck his cock, I could suck his cock and run my hands all over his ass. I could suck his balls. I got him hard, that morning he was really hard, and he asked me to take it all off.
I never even gave it a second thought, once I was undressed I got on the bed and bent down waited for his cock. Sometimes your mind plays games with you, but that morning I swore he was the biggest cock that I had let fuck me. He was hard and he wanted to fuck. My face buried in his bed and he got on me and worked it inside. By the time he was done I was dripping onto his bed. I was just worn out. His big naked body beside me, I couldn't resist and I started to kiss him and he kissed me back. He grabbed me hard by my cock and kissed for a few minutes and he told me he wanted me to clean his ass.
That morning in his apartment, without any restrictions, both of us naked, I went down on his ass, that morning I wanted to rim him so bad. He liked that, he really liked that and I ate him hard. I asked him if he wanted me to finger him, I used my mouth to wet my finger and I got my finger up his ass. I know old men like having their prostrate massaged. Why that morning I don't know but that morning I wanted to fuck him. He was on his stomach with his ass up high, I got on his back and I was hard enough and I fucked that man. He had never been fucked, always the boss, he didn't know what he had been missing.
Anyway, that was that morning. All my travels, all the places I had been, but fucking with that old man is the best fuck of my life. We got naked a lot, we quit doing anything at the hotel, we just went to his place and fucked ourselves silly. That was my best job, those six months in Phoenix.
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