I Was Exposed Early To An Older Man And Have Liked Older Men After

My family lived in on the edge of town on a large lot. These lots were at least an acre and there a few homes here and there, built in the 1930s. Most were one bathroom, two bedrooms and a few had a bedroom added. When I was old enough to handle the mower my job was mowing the lot.

Next to our house, sort of back to back, there were no fences, lived an older man of who knows how old. His wife was a little crazy and he had taken to 'shower' outside next to his garage building. He had a hose, hung over a board, and he had a piece of slab to stand on. He showered early, before seven. On my way to school I went through the back yards and if I was lucky I caught him showering. Soaping up his cock and ass crack. Because I stopped to stare he and I would lock eyes, and he would slow down washing his cock. One day he motioned for me to come closer.

He was all wet with the hose water and his cock was all soapy. He told me to wash his cock for him. At first I was silent and scared but he encouraged me and I had his cock in both hands gently washing him. I thought I had peed in my pants, but it was my first wet orgasm. I will be honest, I loved washing his cock for him, and I washed his cock for him many times, before running off to school in the morning.

Of course I was also treated to sucking on his cock and washing him up his ass crack. He played with my cock, getting me hard, and he sucked me. Most of this happened inside his garage where he kept a big wash basin. He washed my buttcrack one morning and fingered me and I wanted him to poke me. The old man understood that I liked it. I bent over naturally and he got behind me and he went ahead and fucked me.

All my life I have had a thing for older men. I love playing with their cock, sucking their cock, and bending over to take it. I'm not so young now, so it happens under special circumstances. I will give you a for instance. I was with my family down at the beach one summer, and I went to this bar in a restaurant to have a beer while the women were shopping. A man was sitting there, he told me he was a retired Navy officer and he had moved to the beach area so he could be near the water.

The more we talked the more I got going and he read me right and we went back into the one holer bathroom and he dropped his pants and I sat on the toilet and I sucked his wonderful cock for him. During that week I met up with him a couple more times and we went full on having sex at his apartment. To top it off I bent over, grabbed the dresser and felt his cock split me open. As a Navy guy he had fucked many a sailor and he was in it for himself, to hell with my pleasure. But just getting fucked was worth it, made my beach week more memorable.

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by Anonymous on Feb 6, 2025 at 11:49 AM

I was a loose kid with older boy's after my first real gay boyfriend took advantage of me being cutely sissy and curious about who I was. I melted from his touch, kissing and cuddling. I said yes to his insisting that if I really loved him me letting him fuck me was a way to prove it. Even though he'd already convinced me that if I'd suck him that's proof too.
I was 9 a few months shy of 10 and he was sweetly tender and gently took my cherry boipussy tummy down and generously nice bottom up. I loved him all the more and a few months later I was his trophy fuck that he had to brag about and share with his friends. The more promiscuous I became the more I physically got out of it.
In my fifteenth year I met an older man who treated me like a really special person and I'm nineteen now and with him and we love each other intensely.

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by Anonymous on Feb 6, 2025 at 12:37 PM

I as a very promiscuous 4th grade boy as a result of totally trusting an highschool teenager that I was crushing on .he passed me around to his friends with my wide eyed naivety. I turned 15 and it was through a friend of my grandma's boyfriend that was in his early 50's . Grandma and Sam her man friend now my step grandpa suspected my loose gay sex promiscuity was only going to lead towards something disastrous. Being nice looking, smoothly effeminate,
dressing like a boyslut to hook up with any boy, today I can hardly believe that I didn't get some sort of std.
Grandma and Sam had a gay friend Peter who was 51 and agreed to discuss discreetly self respect issues that I desperately needed. I was "hired" by Peter to "help" rearrange his antique store to include books also. It took only two weeks with Peter to look at myself differently and within a few months we developed a relationship. I'm 19 now, Sam's my grandpa and I'm Peter's significant other.

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