I'm Enjoying It So Much I Love His Cock In My Hand I'm A Pussy I Know

Having wasted my youth on school and work I found myself at forty looking out at the world with not much to show for it. Every relationship I got into, did not last. Went BOOM after a few weeks. I blamed myself, blamed the girl, blamed my job. Then I met Oscar.

I met Oscar, a man in his late fifties. Very masculine, worked out, swam, participated in the triathlete competitions. A handsome man in his fifties, without the little woman in his life. It really didn't cross my mind when I met him that he was gay. Little did I know then that he was and I was his targe customer.

Oscar stood before me with his hard dick in his living room. Grab it, hold it, get the feel of it, once you suck cock, it's over, you are a bona fide cock sucker, and I want you to suck my cock. What can you say, what goes through your mind, a hard cock staring at you right in the eyes. I grabbed his cock, and it was over. Holding his cock in my hand sent wave after wave of feelings of discomfort, feelings I had never had. I couldn't let go, not after I had his cock in my hand. All I could do was put his cock in my mouth, and Oscar put his hand on my head and started to mouth fuck me.

I literally came in my pants. Later when we were naked on the bed, when he was sucking my cock, when he fingered my butt hole, when he kissed me on the mouth, then I knew what I had never wanted to know, I was one of 'them'. Oscar worked from a base of knowledge, I was lost in the wilderness, I liked everything, and when he got out the lube and condom all I could say was Oh Shit, and let him do 'it', until unintelligible word came out of my mouth. Oscar wanted it, with me under him, on my back, and as he moved over me, up and down, in and out, my cock rubbed hard against the sheets and I came in a wave of relief. Only then did Oscar cum.

So being gay is a lifestyle. I can't say I'm there, I'm not. I have my friends, some from college I pal around with. A woman from work, we are close but not romantic. And my brother, what do I tell him, I had my clock rung, a cock in my hand, a cock in my mouth, a cock up my ass? Can I really tell him that? I can't.

Oscar is a bully, that's the way he comes across to me. He bullies me, and like a fourth grader being bullied by a sixth grader I grovel and suck his cock. All it takes is that split second for me to grab his cock in my hand, and I'm over, the more aggressive he gets, the more I melt, until I'm under him, he's kissing my mouth, he's got his finger up my ass, and I take my place, face down, with his cock in my ass.