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Gay Male / 67
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.
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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