Gay Male / 54
Met My Man,
Going back to my growing up years I grew up in a blue collar town with he-man types all around. My image of a man included beards, calloused hands, beer guts and chewing tobacco, and beer. After I moved to the big city I discovered skinny men, pretty boys, slick hair, attitude. At my job, I became a graphic artist, I was surrounded by anything but the men I grew up with.
I struggled with girlfriends, never really took to them, and in my early forties I discovered what was going to be my addiction to porn, big male gay porn. I downloaded, kept, sorted images of burly, beefy, bearded men with man sized cocks. When I found a video of Paul Bunyan on top of lumberman Jack, with his cock in his ass, I came. No need for action, just the image is enough to get me to cum in my pants.
Always identifying with the man on the bottom. It was time to do something about it. I talked to Joe the plumber in line at Ace Hardware, and we talked outside in the parking lot. He tapped my shoulder and I felt 'it'. The desire to kiss him, that morning I felt the desire to kiss him. The moment came and went, but the feeling stayed with me. I went to the park for a run, sat beside a man on a bench, heavy set, beard, got into a conversation. Took the lead and offered to suck his cock. We went into the men's room, and I sucked his cock in the stall. I took the plunge, at 43.
As I moved into my late forties, early fifties I frequented bars where big men looking to get their cock sucked, to get a smooth ass under them. I met Jack, an ex motorcycle cop. 58, 6' 1", 240, salt and pepper beard, hairy chest, beer gut, big man cock, wanting a smooth assed graphic artist under him. I love his cock, I'm in seventh Heaven when he holds me under him, I love being kissed, his cock in my hand makes my knees buckle, his cock in my mouth brings tears to my eyes. Life is good, with his cock in my ass. I do my part too, but I here to let you know I found my Paul Bunion.
I struggled with girlfriends, never really took to them, and in my early forties I discovered what was going to be my addiction to porn, big male gay porn. I downloaded, kept, sorted images of burly, beefy, bearded men with man sized cocks. When I found a video of Paul Bunyan on top of lumberman Jack, with his cock in his ass, I came. No need for action, just the image is enough to get me to cum in my pants.
Always identifying with the man on the bottom. It was time to do something about it. I talked to Joe the plumber in line at Ace Hardware, and we talked outside in the parking lot. He tapped my shoulder and I felt 'it'. The desire to kiss him, that morning I felt the desire to kiss him. The moment came and went, but the feeling stayed with me. I went to the park for a run, sat beside a man on a bench, heavy set, beard, got into a conversation. Took the lead and offered to suck his cock. We went into the men's room, and I sucked his cock in the stall. I took the plunge, at 43.
As I moved into my late forties, early fifties I frequented bars where big men looking to get their cock sucked, to get a smooth ass under them. I met Jack, an ex motorcycle cop. 58, 6' 1", 240, salt and pepper beard, hairy chest, beer gut, big man cock, wanting a smooth assed graphic artist under him. I love his cock, I'm in seventh Heaven when he holds me under him, I love being kissed, his cock in my hand makes my knees buckle, his cock in my mouth brings tears to my eyes. Life is good, with his cock in my ass. I do my part too, but I here to let you know I found my Paul Bunion.
