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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 64
Cock Worship
Starting in my late teens I became enthralled with cock pictures. At the time the source of my pictures was an older man, a butcher, who worked at the same grocery store with me. I worked a stocker, and sometimes cashier. He had some pretty explicit dark magazine gay porn, and he bought gay porn from a sailor he had served with while he was in the Navy. It was always about sharing the magazines and the pictures.
As I went on with college and into my early career I was able to afford buying my own source of gay porn, and my source which was a store down by the docks, had great cock pictures. An expensive hobby. But it was the only way I could masturbate. I read ads in the back of street newsprint, bathhouses, hookups, and this one all naked Men strip joint. I went there, it was dark, and everyone hid their face, but live cock was the reward. I went Friday and Saturday nights, I was a regular and I had my own spot.
Leaving the club one night this man opened a conversation, he had clean hands and a nice watch. He wanted to know if I was interested in spending time together. He lived alone in a nice apartment in a high rise building. He was a professional, a doctor specialized in Endocrinology.
A very gay man in his late forties, and he liked young men. I spent a long time with his cock in my hand, in my mouth, rubbing his cock on my face. He took a very long time before he was able to ejaculate. I had ejaculated in my pants much earlier. I became his lover, his young man. My first express gay relationship. And he humored my desire to see cock, in all it's glory.
He could afford to indulge me, very express gay sex, big cocks in tight asses. Unfortunately something he couldn't do, hold an erection to achieve penetration. I went to a bathhouse to find relief. An anonymous man obviously in the closet.
I am now in the unfortunate stage if my life when I can't sustain an erection, well to do enough to afford the company if young men, but unable to satisfy their need. I spend on them. And spend heavily on my pass time, photographs. I don't really care for internet porn.
As I went on with college and into my early career I was able to afford buying my own source of gay porn, and my source which was a store down by the docks, had great cock pictures. An expensive hobby. But it was the only way I could masturbate. I read ads in the back of street newsprint, bathhouses, hookups, and this one all naked Men strip joint. I went there, it was dark, and everyone hid their face, but live cock was the reward. I went Friday and Saturday nights, I was a regular and I had my own spot.
Leaving the club one night this man opened a conversation, he had clean hands and a nice watch. He wanted to know if I was interested in spending time together. He lived alone in a nice apartment in a high rise building. He was a professional, a doctor specialized in Endocrinology.
A very gay man in his late forties, and he liked young men. I spent a long time with his cock in my hand, in my mouth, rubbing his cock on my face. He took a very long time before he was able to ejaculate. I had ejaculated in my pants much earlier. I became his lover, his young man. My first express gay relationship. And he humored my desire to see cock, in all it's glory.
He could afford to indulge me, very express gay sex, big cocks in tight asses. Unfortunately something he couldn't do, hold an erection to achieve penetration. I went to a bathhouse to find relief. An anonymous man obviously in the closet.
I am now in the unfortunate stage if my life when I can't sustain an erection, well to do enough to afford the company if young men, but unable to satisfy their need. I spend on them. And spend heavily on my pass time, photographs. I don't really care for internet porn.
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