Early experiences - city meet
As a young guy trying to work out my own sexuality in an age before the internet opportunities to experiment often required a bit of effort. From a small town where there was little on offer, I managed to persuade my folks to let me go to the west to the city for the day on the pretext that I was going to do some shopping. As a young lad they no doubt felt it would be good for me to go and navigate the city and become a bit more independent. My own intentions were a little different, though I definitely wanted to learn some things.
Arriving by train in the city, my first port of call was to find a phone box where I could dial up a chat line (in the days they were expensive but not totally unaffordable). Armed with a few quid and a back-up plan to hang around a couple of pubs I had heard about, I got on the chat line and tried to find any older guys in the city and up for it. Being so young and fresh, pretty soon I got chatting with Roger, a guy in his late 50s who was looking for some fun. He sounded very eager to meet me and I liked his very gruff and manly voice. Just talking to him put butterflies in my stomach and made my cock twitch a bit. Running out of cash for the call, I got his address and some directions on how to get there before I got disconnected.
After a bus ride and a bit of confused strolling through streets of tenements, I eventually found the address, went into the stairway and up to the second floor and found the right door. Feeling incredibly nervous, I rang the bell not having to wait long before Roger answered. The flat was quite dark and Roger also seemed a bit nervous. I get now he was probably not sure if he was being set up and had taken a leap of faith (as was I also without realising it), this scenario probably proving possibly too good to be true for him. A young inexperienced lad from the sticks coming round to a horny old guy’s flat for no-strings fun? I didn’t really see it like that at the time, and was just happy to have a man to spend time with and teach me a few things.
Realising he was not the victim of some scam, Roger relaxed a bit and chatted away. He was what I would describe as a cuddly older guy, tousled greying hair, glasses, and of average height and a little stocky, wearing ‘old man clothes of beiges and browns. We sat in his dingy sitting room - he had the curtains shut for obvious reasons - and he was asking me about where I was from, what experience I had had, what did I like etc etc. Hiding all of my impulses and feelings about this when at home, I was happy to chat to him and quite enjoyed that he was clearly getting a bit turned on by my lack of experience and eagerness to indulge my young urges and desires. I told him I was not really drawn to guys my age and was more comfortable in the company of mature men though had not really made many ‘contacts’ where I lived (it was none at this point). Feeling a bit bold I asked him what he liked. He told me he was very keen on nice young lads who would be helpful and do as they are asked. The way he looked at me sent a shiver of excitement through my body. I imagined his preferences may have made things difficult for him at times, but I was pleased to be here and felt rising excitement and anticipation for what we might get up to.
Roger seemed very considerate and made effort to explain that if I was uncomfortable at any point just to say. He asked if I minded if he stripped down to his underwear, which I absolutely did not. He looked very pleased when I asked him if he wanted me to do the same, and I hoped this would demonstrate that though I was a bit nervous I was also eager to have some fun. I had been fantasising about meeting with a mature man for a while by this point.
When we were both down to our underwear Roger sat beside me on the sofa and carefully started to rub his big warm hands over my legs and torso. I felt really nervous but loved the sensation of being in his power and having his sexual energy directed at me, a mere lad. Roger rested back on the sofa and I could see the bulge in his underwear had increased. He told me he wanted me to touch his cock and feel how hard I had made him. I could see the outline of his thick cock in his pants, and reached out tentatively to touch it. The firmness of his cock in the material of his underwear was hugely exciting, and I could not believe I was finally feeling a mature man’s hard cock. As I carefully stroked my hand up and down the length and felt the shape of his cock, Roger eased further back and groaned and writhed his hips a bit. I got a real thrill knowing I was pleasing him and definitely wanted to do more of that.
Roger said he was going to take off his underwear and wanted me to stoke him nice and slowly. I was mesmerised by the sight of his daddy cock, nice and fat and hard, his thick foreskin covering his cock head and his dark balls nice and plump pushed up between his thighs. Roger took my hand and showed me how to wrap my fingers round his shaft, then guided my hand to pull back his foreskin and reveal his swollen and glistening tip. His glans was a lovely shape and a nice distinct ridge. Again guided by his hand I started to wank him as he encouraged me and told me how well I was doing. I loved the approval as much as the sensation of a throbbing thick daddy dick filling my hand.
As I was wanking this gorgeous fat cock, I felt Roger’s hand wandering over and stroking my own stiff cock. I was very aware my cock was not quite the girth and weight of Roger’s, but he seemed to like it and for it’s lack of size had an admirable rigidity. Roger got my foreskin between his finger and thumb and rubbed it and gently caressed the tip which felt incredible, though I was more focussed on his thick and pulsating big cock. All the while Roger was talking to me, telling me how to move and what to do, how much he liked my cock and that I was really turning him on. I was so pleased to be doing well and loved him praising me and guiding me through the experience.
Both now naked on the sofa, Roger asked if I would like to taste him and if I had ever tasted cock before. I was desperate to feel that cock against my lips and had certainly never tasted a nice daddy dick, though had had one experience with a slightly older friend at home. He told me to move back a little bit and to lower my head down to his lap. He got me to kiss his stomach and kiss and lick round his thighs. The scent was new to me and was a bit musky and powerful as I breathed in and tasted round his balls and upper thighs. He talked me through gently kissing the very tip of his cock, running my tongue up and down the shaft and working it round his big cock head. The taste and scent of horny man was making my cock throb and I was loving these sensations. My only significant encounter to date had not entailed these musky man smells, which are now synonymous with sex and hot guys for me. Roger was leading me through treating his cock and balls, and showed me how to take it into my mouth and work it nice and slow. Even with just the swollen tip inside, It felt like it was filling my mouth full up and I had to learn pretty quick how not to choke. It took a few minutes, but I think Roger was loving seeing how new I was to this and how I was learning how to suck as he instructed me.
Taking to his role as teacher and instructor, Roger lay further back on the sofa and lifted his legs into the air, pulling them back to expose his hairy arsehole. He told me to lick it nice and slowly, running my flat tongue from his arse crack, over his hole and up to his balls. Ending up with a few hairs in my mouth, I did this several times, enjoying how much he enjoyed it and the sensations on my tongue. Pulling his cheeks apart, he told me to rub a finger into him and continue to lick the rim. His hole gripped my finger as I eased it in an inch or so and ran my tongue round and round. Asking if I would like to try it, Roger had me lie back in the same position and he planted his big wet tongue on my little hole, lapping up to my tight ballsack, where he took both my balls into his mouth and gave them a suck. Lying under him with his tongue probing my hole was an incredible feeling and I was loving the feeling of giving myself to him to do what he wanted.
Telling me he wanted to check how tight my hole was, he sucked his finger to make it wet, then very gently eased it into me. I would say it went in about 1-2 inches and felt like I was stuffed full. He seemed to really enjoy how tight my virgin arse was, and said he would love to loosen it off one day but it would take a bit of working up to. I was both a wee bit disappointed but also relieved, as I don’t think I could have taken his girthy cock on my first time. Roger went back to tonguing my hole and very lightly stroked my rigid cock, his big man hands making it look rather puny in comparison to his own.
Standing up in front of me, he asked if I wanted to show him what I had learner about sucking cock, and he stroked his thick meat a few times offering it to me to go to work on. I felt like I was about to sit an exam and really wanted to pass. Licking the length, kissing his big hanging balls, drawing the foreskin back and forward, taking the tip into my mouth, then trying to gently move my head up and down to take in a little more and wank him with my mouth and lips. I am not sure it was particularly skilful, but it was enthusiastic and looking up at over he did appear to be loving it, encouraging me and coaxing me on to take it a little deeper and making sure I was stroking him just right.
As I was sucking him he was playing with my hair and easing my mouth further down his shaft. Rodger asked if I had ever tasted a man’s cum and moved his cock out of my mouth. I had had a very small taste of cum off the tip of a pal’s cock, but had not had a proper taste of a real mature man’s semen yet, so told him I hadn’t. He told me I would like the taste and said he would like to cum on my face and in my mouth if I was up for it. Of course I was.
Roger sat me down on the floor with my back propped against the sofa, tilted my head back and moved my mouth open and told me to hold my tongue out nice and flat. He then stroked his cock, rubbing the head over my tongue, tensing and working his shaft a bit faster and harder. I loved watching him work up to orgasm, and got a thrill seeing his leg muscles tighten, and his body tense up as he groaned and told me he was about to cum. Even though he had warned me, I was still taken by surprise as his hot load spurted over my tongue and into my throat. Resisting the impulse to cough, I concentrated on catching it in my mouth and was surprised by the amount of warm salty and tasty sloppy liquid filling my mouth. Roger was stroking every drop out and pushing his cock into my mouth, now overflowing with spunk. I swallowed a couple of times tasting it slide down my throat, and then managed to lash my tongue around his cock, soaking and slippy with that delicious jizz. Roger urged me to swallow as much as I could, moving his cock round my mouth and over my lips, getting me then to lick and suck his freshly emptied balls.
Telling me he wanted to taste mine, Rodger sat me back on the sofa, got between my legs and started hungrily moving his mouth up and down my stiff dick. It did not feel like I was filling his mouth, but he was very keen and his mouth hot and wet which made me tighten and cum pretty quickly. Rodger was clearly relishing the taste of such a young guy’s cum, and swallowed whatever load I had immediately. He then moved up and kissed me deep on the mouth, that gorgeous taste of his mouth and salty cum mixing and giving me a real shiver of excitement.
Making my way back from my first encounter with a hot older man, I was definitely hooked and have craved the taste, smells and man-to-man excitement ever since.
Arriving by train in the city, my first port of call was to find a phone box where I could dial up a chat line (in the days they were expensive but not totally unaffordable). Armed with a few quid and a back-up plan to hang around a couple of pubs I had heard about, I got on the chat line and tried to find any older guys in the city and up for it. Being so young and fresh, pretty soon I got chatting with Roger, a guy in his late 50s who was looking for some fun. He sounded very eager to meet me and I liked his very gruff and manly voice. Just talking to him put butterflies in my stomach and made my cock twitch a bit. Running out of cash for the call, I got his address and some directions on how to get there before I got disconnected.
After a bus ride and a bit of confused strolling through streets of tenements, I eventually found the address, went into the stairway and up to the second floor and found the right door. Feeling incredibly nervous, I rang the bell not having to wait long before Roger answered. The flat was quite dark and Roger also seemed a bit nervous. I get now he was probably not sure if he was being set up and had taken a leap of faith (as was I also without realising it), this scenario probably proving possibly too good to be true for him. A young inexperienced lad from the sticks coming round to a horny old guy’s flat for no-strings fun? I didn’t really see it like that at the time, and was just happy to have a man to spend time with and teach me a few things.
Realising he was not the victim of some scam, Roger relaxed a bit and chatted away. He was what I would describe as a cuddly older guy, tousled greying hair, glasses, and of average height and a little stocky, wearing ‘old man clothes of beiges and browns. We sat in his dingy sitting room - he had the curtains shut for obvious reasons - and he was asking me about where I was from, what experience I had had, what did I like etc etc. Hiding all of my impulses and feelings about this when at home, I was happy to chat to him and quite enjoyed that he was clearly getting a bit turned on by my lack of experience and eagerness to indulge my young urges and desires. I told him I was not really drawn to guys my age and was more comfortable in the company of mature men though had not really made many ‘contacts’ where I lived (it was none at this point). Feeling a bit bold I asked him what he liked. He told me he was very keen on nice young lads who would be helpful and do as they are asked. The way he looked at me sent a shiver of excitement through my body. I imagined his preferences may have made things difficult for him at times, but I was pleased to be here and felt rising excitement and anticipation for what we might get up to.
Roger seemed very considerate and made effort to explain that if I was uncomfortable at any point just to say. He asked if I minded if he stripped down to his underwear, which I absolutely did not. He looked very pleased when I asked him if he wanted me to do the same, and I hoped this would demonstrate that though I was a bit nervous I was also eager to have some fun. I had been fantasising about meeting with a mature man for a while by this point.
When we were both down to our underwear Roger sat beside me on the sofa and carefully started to rub his big warm hands over my legs and torso. I felt really nervous but loved the sensation of being in his power and having his sexual energy directed at me, a mere lad. Roger rested back on the sofa and I could see the bulge in his underwear had increased. He told me he wanted me to touch his cock and feel how hard I had made him. I could see the outline of his thick cock in his pants, and reached out tentatively to touch it. The firmness of his cock in the material of his underwear was hugely exciting, and I could not believe I was finally feeling a mature man’s hard cock. As I carefully stroked my hand up and down the length and felt the shape of his cock, Roger eased further back and groaned and writhed his hips a bit. I got a real thrill knowing I was pleasing him and definitely wanted to do more of that.
Roger said he was going to take off his underwear and wanted me to stoke him nice and slowly. I was mesmerised by the sight of his daddy cock, nice and fat and hard, his thick foreskin covering his cock head and his dark balls nice and plump pushed up between his thighs. Roger took my hand and showed me how to wrap my fingers round his shaft, then guided my hand to pull back his foreskin and reveal his swollen and glistening tip. His glans was a lovely shape and a nice distinct ridge. Again guided by his hand I started to wank him as he encouraged me and told me how well I was doing. I loved the approval as much as the sensation of a throbbing thick daddy dick filling my hand.
As I was wanking this gorgeous fat cock, I felt Roger’s hand wandering over and stroking my own stiff cock. I was very aware my cock was not quite the girth and weight of Roger’s, but he seemed to like it and for it’s lack of size had an admirable rigidity. Roger got my foreskin between his finger and thumb and rubbed it and gently caressed the tip which felt incredible, though I was more focussed on his thick and pulsating big cock. All the while Roger was talking to me, telling me how to move and what to do, how much he liked my cock and that I was really turning him on. I was so pleased to be doing well and loved him praising me and guiding me through the experience.
Both now naked on the sofa, Roger asked if I would like to taste him and if I had ever tasted cock before. I was desperate to feel that cock against my lips and had certainly never tasted a nice daddy dick, though had had one experience with a slightly older friend at home. He told me to move back a little bit and to lower my head down to his lap. He got me to kiss his stomach and kiss and lick round his thighs. The scent was new to me and was a bit musky and powerful as I breathed in and tasted round his balls and upper thighs. He talked me through gently kissing the very tip of his cock, running my tongue up and down the shaft and working it round his big cock head. The taste and scent of horny man was making my cock throb and I was loving these sensations. My only significant encounter to date had not entailed these musky man smells, which are now synonymous with sex and hot guys for me. Roger was leading me through treating his cock and balls, and showed me how to take it into my mouth and work it nice and slow. Even with just the swollen tip inside, It felt like it was filling my mouth full up and I had to learn pretty quick how not to choke. It took a few minutes, but I think Roger was loving seeing how new I was to this and how I was learning how to suck as he instructed me.
Taking to his role as teacher and instructor, Roger lay further back on the sofa and lifted his legs into the air, pulling them back to expose his hairy arsehole. He told me to lick it nice and slowly, running my flat tongue from his arse crack, over his hole and up to his balls. Ending up with a few hairs in my mouth, I did this several times, enjoying how much he enjoyed it and the sensations on my tongue. Pulling his cheeks apart, he told me to rub a finger into him and continue to lick the rim. His hole gripped my finger as I eased it in an inch or so and ran my tongue round and round. Asking if I would like to try it, Roger had me lie back in the same position and he planted his big wet tongue on my little hole, lapping up to my tight ballsack, where he took both my balls into his mouth and gave them a suck. Lying under him with his tongue probing my hole was an incredible feeling and I was loving the feeling of giving myself to him to do what he wanted.
Telling me he wanted to check how tight my hole was, he sucked his finger to make it wet, then very gently eased it into me. I would say it went in about 1-2 inches and felt like I was stuffed full. He seemed to really enjoy how tight my virgin arse was, and said he would love to loosen it off one day but it would take a bit of working up to. I was both a wee bit disappointed but also relieved, as I don’t think I could have taken his girthy cock on my first time. Roger went back to tonguing my hole and very lightly stroked my rigid cock, his big man hands making it look rather puny in comparison to his own.
Standing up in front of me, he asked if I wanted to show him what I had learner about sucking cock, and he stroked his thick meat a few times offering it to me to go to work on. I felt like I was about to sit an exam and really wanted to pass. Licking the length, kissing his big hanging balls, drawing the foreskin back and forward, taking the tip into my mouth, then trying to gently move my head up and down to take in a little more and wank him with my mouth and lips. I am not sure it was particularly skilful, but it was enthusiastic and looking up at over he did appear to be loving it, encouraging me and coaxing me on to take it a little deeper and making sure I was stroking him just right.
As I was sucking him he was playing with my hair and easing my mouth further down his shaft. Rodger asked if I had ever tasted a man’s cum and moved his cock out of my mouth. I had had a very small taste of cum off the tip of a pal’s cock, but had not had a proper taste of a real mature man’s semen yet, so told him I hadn’t. He told me I would like the taste and said he would like to cum on my face and in my mouth if I was up for it. Of course I was.
Roger sat me down on the floor with my back propped against the sofa, tilted my head back and moved my mouth open and told me to hold my tongue out nice and flat. He then stroked his cock, rubbing the head over my tongue, tensing and working his shaft a bit faster and harder. I loved watching him work up to orgasm, and got a thrill seeing his leg muscles tighten, and his body tense up as he groaned and told me he was about to cum. Even though he had warned me, I was still taken by surprise as his hot load spurted over my tongue and into my throat. Resisting the impulse to cough, I concentrated on catching it in my mouth and was surprised by the amount of warm salty and tasty sloppy liquid filling my mouth. Roger was stroking every drop out and pushing his cock into my mouth, now overflowing with spunk. I swallowed a couple of times tasting it slide down my throat, and then managed to lash my tongue around his cock, soaking and slippy with that delicious jizz. Roger urged me to swallow as much as I could, moving his cock round my mouth and over my lips, getting me then to lick and suck his freshly emptied balls.
Telling me he wanted to taste mine, Rodger sat me back on the sofa, got between my legs and started hungrily moving his mouth up and down my stiff dick. It did not feel like I was filling his mouth, but he was very keen and his mouth hot and wet which made me tighten and cum pretty quickly. Rodger was clearly relishing the taste of such a young guy’s cum, and swallowed whatever load I had immediately. He then moved up and kissed me deep on the mouth, that gorgeous taste of his mouth and salty cum mixing and giving me a real shiver of excitement.
Making my way back from my first encounter with a hot older man, I was definitely hooked and have craved the taste, smells and man-to-man excitement ever since.
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