I Got My Taste In Men Early On

I got my taste for men when I was sixteen working for the summer for this old man on his farm. We lived in Iowa, a small town and every summer we had to get jobs, that summer I got a job working for this veteran of the Battle of the Bulge who owned a small farm about 15 miles out of town. I used my grandpa's old pickup to get out there, the work was a manual labor and he worked me hard for the money.

But as it is with old men like this he also liked having a sweaty boy around and he would stand and jack off while I was working. I pretended not to notice, looked the other way but I always looked back at his cock in his hand, when he was about to unload he would tell me to look at him and he would shoot into the dirt telling me it was all for me, I just had to want it and he would give it to me.

When I had to pee he would look at me and grab my cock in his hand and shake his head telling me that no girl was going to want that so I might as well just give him my ass and get it over with. When he grabbed my cock it felt good, when he showed me his cock it felt good and one afternoon he worked my pants down and told me to bend over and take it like a man. His cock felt like it was a fence post being crammed up my ass but I liked every minute of it. After that I was addicted to it, the more he fucked me the more I liked it and I learned how to hold his cock and suck on his cock and make him cum. That summer I learned how to be queer, I learned that I liked being held naked and I learned that I liked old men.

Today I am an old man, pushing 70 and what I like more than anything is getting naked with another horny old man and fucking. I spent my life with a small cock which was good because that way I focused on what I liked, a heavy set old man with a big cock, right up my ass, I can't recall ever having liked some middle life guy.