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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 59
A Lifetime
I was cruising around with my dick out masturbating and I missed a stop sign and was tboned and ended up trapped in the car, with my dick out. I was taken to ER and my parents were called. I lost my driving privileges and was grounded for the rest of the school year.
A couple of days later my mother asked me why I was beating off in the car. She gave me a large envelope, said 'here, beat off to this, you're not going out for a while.' There were three old magazines, big dicks, hairy men. Blowjobs, ass fucking. French magazines. I beat off till my dick hurt so much I had to quit.
I got my privileges back and I was out cruising around Walmart, the word was men paid for a blowjob or a fuck. I saw a man sitting in a pickup, he watched me when I went around. I stopped and flashed the lights. After a few minutes he flashed back. He left and I followed him, met up with him behind the stadium. He had a thick cock, tore me a new asshole. I went home with thirty bucks. Easy money.
That's how it was. After high school I worked the streets. When my mother died she left me a key to a drawer. In it were pictures of me fucking, giving blowjobs, making out with various men. It was both a scare and a relief.
I sold the house and used the money to move far away. I got several jobs, before getting a jib working nights at a hotel. Men checked in, they needed company and I go up to their room. Old habits die hard.
I've lived here in the Tampa area for the last thirty years. Old men playing cards, golf, fishing on the pie. Old men who need their cocks sucked. Things never change.
A couple of days later my mother asked me why I was beating off in the car. She gave me a large envelope, said 'here, beat off to this, you're not going out for a while.' There were three old magazines, big dicks, hairy men. Blowjobs, ass fucking. French magazines. I beat off till my dick hurt so much I had to quit.
I got my privileges back and I was out cruising around Walmart, the word was men paid for a blowjob or a fuck. I saw a man sitting in a pickup, he watched me when I went around. I stopped and flashed the lights. After a few minutes he flashed back. He left and I followed him, met up with him behind the stadium. He had a thick cock, tore me a new asshole. I went home with thirty bucks. Easy money.
That's how it was. After high school I worked the streets. When my mother died she left me a key to a drawer. In it were pictures of me fucking, giving blowjobs, making out with various men. It was both a scare and a relief.
I sold the house and used the money to move far away. I got several jobs, before getting a jib working nights at a hotel. Men checked in, they needed company and I go up to their room. Old habits die hard.
I've lived here in the Tampa area for the last thirty years. Old men playing cards, golf, fishing on the pie. Old men who need their cocks sucked. Things never change.
