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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 68
A Bit Of A Longwinded Story I'm Sure It Tracks With Other's Experience
I was a senior in high school and I was earning money for college. I went to this man's house to clean up debris out of his back yard, and haul it off in my pickup. I saw him at the window masturbating. He called me in and I sucked his cock and he had sex with me. I felt really bad about it and never told anyone (till now).
My parents owned a dealership and the summer before college my grandfather ordered a car and I had to ferry it to him, fly back later. I left late and I was really tired and I stopped at a roadside La Quinta. I slept for four hours and when I woke up I was hungry so I walked next door to the Denny's. I was in a booth by myself and this man walked up and asked if I needed company. He sat down, he said his name was Stan and he was very friendly. He drank some coffee while I had my dinner.
He told me he was on his way to Memphis and he was very friendly. On the way back to the motel he put his arm around my shoulders and when we got to my room he came in with me. We kissed on the bed and I was sucking his cock and he was jerking me off and he got on top of me, with nothing but spit he fucked me. This time I felt it, it hurt and I had to put up with it. He finished his business and got up and left. This time my feelings of regret went wild. I could feel where he had fucked me.
I woke up early the next morning and left and drove until I got to my grandparents. I showered there and changed and my grandmother prepared a nice lunch for me. I stayed two days, pretty miserable and depressed and having anxiety attacks. I told my grandmother it was the pressure of starting college.
In college a professor of Sociology had me suck his cock. Not once, several times. I got good grades. He never tried to fuck me. But the urge to get fucked was too strong and I went down to this known bar, the Black Diamond and waited in the car until a man knocked on the window asking if I needed company. We went and parked and made out and sucked cock and he could tell I wanted to get fucked, so we got out and found a deep dark spot and he fucked me with my pants down. Nothing but spit, but this time it felt good.
By then I knew I was gay. I met a guy who had been in the Navy and we became college boyfriends, and I like sucking cock and he liked it too and he was willing to top me. We found a good lubricant and he used condoms, a Navy guy he knew about STDs and everything. We never really asked what the difference was, sucking cock and swallowing, versus fucking. But we used condoms to fuck.
I worked in insurance with my own agency and over the years had several long term relationships. I'm 68 now and I go looking for lonely college kids, kids that are hungry. It's easy to spot them, at least to me it is. What they bring to the party is a real hard cock. And who can turn down a nice young hard cock?
My parents owned a dealership and the summer before college my grandfather ordered a car and I had to ferry it to him, fly back later. I left late and I was really tired and I stopped at a roadside La Quinta. I slept for four hours and when I woke up I was hungry so I walked next door to the Denny's. I was in a booth by myself and this man walked up and asked if I needed company. He sat down, he said his name was Stan and he was very friendly. He drank some coffee while I had my dinner.
He told me he was on his way to Memphis and he was very friendly. On the way back to the motel he put his arm around my shoulders and when we got to my room he came in with me. We kissed on the bed and I was sucking his cock and he was jerking me off and he got on top of me, with nothing but spit he fucked me. This time I felt it, it hurt and I had to put up with it. He finished his business and got up and left. This time my feelings of regret went wild. I could feel where he had fucked me.
I woke up early the next morning and left and drove until I got to my grandparents. I showered there and changed and my grandmother prepared a nice lunch for me. I stayed two days, pretty miserable and depressed and having anxiety attacks. I told my grandmother it was the pressure of starting college.
In college a professor of Sociology had me suck his cock. Not once, several times. I got good grades. He never tried to fuck me. But the urge to get fucked was too strong and I went down to this known bar, the Black Diamond and waited in the car until a man knocked on the window asking if I needed company. We went and parked and made out and sucked cock and he could tell I wanted to get fucked, so we got out and found a deep dark spot and he fucked me with my pants down. Nothing but spit, but this time it felt good.
By then I knew I was gay. I met a guy who had been in the Navy and we became college boyfriends, and I like sucking cock and he liked it too and he was willing to top me. We found a good lubricant and he used condoms, a Navy guy he knew about STDs and everything. We never really asked what the difference was, sucking cock and swallowing, versus fucking. But we used condoms to fuck.
I worked in insurance with my own agency and over the years had several long term relationships. I'm 68 now and I go looking for lonely college kids, kids that are hungry. It's easy to spot them, at least to me it is. What they bring to the party is a real hard cock. And who can turn down a nice young hard cock?
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