Sometimes It Fells Good To Take A Walk With Your Memories

I was fourteen and I would go out for a walk to the park that was down the street from our house when I had to get away from my mother. She had a difficult time, but then I had to get away from her. That day I went further than usual, the park had two sections. The first was about a forty minute walk around the perimeter, and the second section was a lot more wild. Walking there was like cross country so it wasn't as inviting.

I walked around, climbing a hill and on the other side was a small grove of trees and I saw some movement. I went over to check and a man was giving another man a blowjob. I kept quiet and watched until it was over, and the man giving the blowjob gave the other man some money. I walked home with wet pants.

For weeks and weeks I dreamt of those men and I usually had a wet dream. My mother was angry with me because it meant that the sheets and the bed were stained and she didn't like the idea that I was ejaculating. As punishment she made me wash my sheets and underwear. It didn't matter, I kept on having wet dreams. I looked forward to going to bed and dreaming of sucking a man, getting hard and shooting into my underwear and sheets and mattress.

She insisted and me telling her what girl I was dreaming about. I made up a girl from my class. She called the girl's mother to see if there was anything going on with us.

On another afternoon, towards evening, I was back in the woods walking and I came across a vagrant who was setting up camp for the night. I told him I had five dollars and if he let me suck him I would give him the five dollars. I went home with a butt full of cum and I jerked off all night long.

The rest of my life I looked for men and I was pretty much available. I went to college and got a degree in graphic art and worked at an advertising agency. A lot of gay men worked there and I had a lot of men to suck and a men to fuck me. The order was that the young one's were the lambs and the older men the wolves. I enjoyed that time, bleating like a baby lamb while a mean old wolf fucked me.

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by Anonymous on Aug 5, 2025 at 8:48 AM

Nothing wrong with being the company cock whore. A good man is hard to find.

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by Anonymous on Aug 5, 2025 at 9:35 AM

Above post: For me it was a hard man was good to find.
Being cute and feminine growing up any and all boy's in my social group whether they knew what there passions were but questioning it were head's over heels with me. It was so easy for me to crushed on any boy that treated me nicely. Sex was a real thing from me very young and a beautiful experience because everything was new. I loved my younger years being cutely wide eyed and smoothly fresh suckn and bottoming just because it was fun.

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