Gay Male / 44
Can't Shake It, I Just Have To Admit It To Myself, I'm Homosexual
As a middle aged man it is time for me to face my true self. From before I remember when I have always had a thing for men, real men. My grandfather was one of those men, he fought in the war, he built a business, he ran his house. When grandpa spoke, you listened. As a kid we spent time at our the family beach place during the summer, grandpa showered outside, no curtains, just a shower head. He had a gnarly old dick, I loved watching him shower.
As a teen I discovered the magazine racks at the U-Tote-M. The old man who ran the place would let me leaf through them, as long as there weren't any other customers in the store. If someone came it, he would clear his throat and I would put the magazine back in the rack and I would pretend that I was looking for gum. They left, back to the rack. My favorite magazine was Hustler for obvious reasons.
He introduced me to other magazines, magazines he kept behind the counter. Dick pics. Men with dicks. Big dicks. Hard dicks. Soft dicks. Old men with dicks. Young guys with dicks. Dicks with cum. Dicks in the mouth of other men. Dicks in the ass of other men. Old men fucking young men. Old men, old men, old men. When I looked at those magazines I always saw myself as the young man with the old man's dick in his ass. Sucking on the old man's dick. One of the magazines I liked was of old Turkish men, with young smooth men. To see those magazines I had to sit behind the counter with him. When a customer came in, I put the magazine under the counter and pretended to be helping him arrange things that were for sale.
One day the old man behind the counter showed me his dick. His dick was like my grandfather's, old gnarly, hairy, veiny thing. He showed it to me and all I wanted to do was suck it. Like in the magazine. He touched my cheeks with it, across my lips. He smiled at me. He told me to wait in the stock room. When he walked in he touched my pants, grabbed me. He sat on the chair and sucked my dick for a long time. I got the urge and he grabbed my hips and just let go, he sucked down hard while I came. He turned me around and ran his hand across my bare butt and got his dick out and I grabbed onto the counter top of the table and it went all the way in, all the way until his balls were against my butt cheeks and he ejaculated before pulling out.
Life moved me along, I got married, divorced, no children. Moved for a my job. I do TV work in a large market. Live alone. I am a hard core porn addict. Masturbator. Always see myself as the guy with the dick in his mouth, or the dick in his ass. Never as the top. I can't identify with fit skinny men. I identify with old men, grandpa men, like the man that runs the cleaners where I take my dry cleaning.
As a teen I discovered the magazine racks at the U-Tote-M. The old man who ran the place would let me leaf through them, as long as there weren't any other customers in the store. If someone came it, he would clear his throat and I would put the magazine back in the rack and I would pretend that I was looking for gum. They left, back to the rack. My favorite magazine was Hustler for obvious reasons.
He introduced me to other magazines, magazines he kept behind the counter. Dick pics. Men with dicks. Big dicks. Hard dicks. Soft dicks. Old men with dicks. Young guys with dicks. Dicks with cum. Dicks in the mouth of other men. Dicks in the ass of other men. Old men fucking young men. Old men, old men, old men. When I looked at those magazines I always saw myself as the young man with the old man's dick in his ass. Sucking on the old man's dick. One of the magazines I liked was of old Turkish men, with young smooth men. To see those magazines I had to sit behind the counter with him. When a customer came in, I put the magazine under the counter and pretended to be helping him arrange things that were for sale.
One day the old man behind the counter showed me his dick. His dick was like my grandfather's, old gnarly, hairy, veiny thing. He showed it to me and all I wanted to do was suck it. Like in the magazine. He touched my cheeks with it, across my lips. He smiled at me. He told me to wait in the stock room. When he walked in he touched my pants, grabbed me. He sat on the chair and sucked my dick for a long time. I got the urge and he grabbed my hips and just let go, he sucked down hard while I came. He turned me around and ran his hand across my bare butt and got his dick out and I grabbed onto the counter top of the table and it went all the way in, all the way until his balls were against my butt cheeks and he ejaculated before pulling out.
Life moved me along, I got married, divorced, no children. Moved for a my job. I do TV work in a large market. Live alone. I am a hard core porn addict. Masturbator. Always see myself as the guy with the dick in his mouth, or the dick in his ass. Never as the top. I can't identify with fit skinny men. I identify with old men, grandpa men, like the man that runs the cleaners where I take my dry cleaning.
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