Gay Male / 47
I worked with this older man at this extended stay motel. He was an out and out gay man who talked to me constantly about all the guys he had fucked, from when he was in the Coast Guard, when he worked for the County Tax Assessor, and when he was working for the Department of Transportation. He had retired and taken the government pension for his time in the Coast Guard and was working to make ends meet. He would ask me to back into the office with him and show me his cock. His cock was a fat hairy worm. I would touch it and he would put a hammer lock on me and start bending me down. When my face got even with his cock I would suck him. His cock always tasted nasty and it took some time for the good taste to start. He got hard slowly, and sometimes he only got half hard. I loved sucking his cock.
One weekend we were both off on Saturday and he invited me over to his place. He lived in a one bedroom apartment in this large complex. He had furniture, and he lived pretty nice. On his side table by the door he had a large black and white picture of himself. I was holding the picture and he came over and started to rub my ass. His hand felt good and when he turned me around he kissed me and told me that we were going to have a good time.
He had fixed dinner, he was a good cook and he made lasagna from scratch. He told me he hardly ever made it, because it was too much for one, but between the two of us we should be able to make a dent into it. He gave me a tour of his bedroom before lunch, and showed me a bunch of pictures of his younger sister and her kids. He also had an album of pictures of himself when he was in the Coast Guard. And in the back of the album, in an envelope he had a few black and white pictures of himself naked.
We ate lunch and he talked about his time in the Coast Guard. He served 23 years and finally got out when he was 41, and then went to work for the County Clerk's office. He asked me if I wanted to hear about all the suckling pigs that were with him in the Coast Guard. I said yes and listened to all the guys he said he fucked.
After lunch he sat on the couch and asked me to sit beside him. He put his arm around me and held my face and kissed me. He undid his pants and unzipped them and took out his worm. He had me undo my pants and pull them down and he sucked me. I got my pants and shoes off and he sat on the couch and had me bend over and he licked my boy pussy while he massaged my cock with his hand. He got a finger in and asked me if I was ready.
He had me take off my shirt as we walked to the bedroom. He was without his pants or shoes and he took off his shirt and had me sit on the bed and suck him. This time he got hard with a full erection. I got on my hands and knees beside the side of he bed and he stood behind me and after lubricating me he slowly inserted his worm. At the time I just didn't have the experience, I pulled away from him and he had to grab me and pull me back, and insert himself in me again, this time holding me against him.
From the very first time I had gotten fucked I liked it, but I had never been fucked by a man like him, just other kids and guys my age. Once I relaxed he paid attention to what he was doing and held off ejaculating for several minutes. When he finished he told me to hold on, and not get off the bed. He came back with a pen from his dresser and he wrote on my but cheek. He wrote "# 48". He told me I was the 48th guy he fucked. He kept count.
I asked him if I was the first one he fucked at the motel. I wanted him to say yes, but he said no, he had fucked the assistant manager. I told him I didn't know he was gay. He laughed and said maybe he wasn't gay, but he was now.
My job working with him lasted about six months and then I moved on and went back to college. It was with him that I grew up, that I learned the ropes, by the time I left to go back to college he had shown me most everything. Over time I have had some good times, but I find myself telling the guy I am sucking what it was like to suck that old man at the motel. If I was getting fucked I would compare. It just felt good to let them know that I had the real thing.
One weekend we were both off on Saturday and he invited me over to his place. He lived in a one bedroom apartment in this large complex. He had furniture, and he lived pretty nice. On his side table by the door he had a large black and white picture of himself. I was holding the picture and he came over and started to rub my ass. His hand felt good and when he turned me around he kissed me and told me that we were going to have a good time.
He had fixed dinner, he was a good cook and he made lasagna from scratch. He told me he hardly ever made it, because it was too much for one, but between the two of us we should be able to make a dent into it. He gave me a tour of his bedroom before lunch, and showed me a bunch of pictures of his younger sister and her kids. He also had an album of pictures of himself when he was in the Coast Guard. And in the back of the album, in an envelope he had a few black and white pictures of himself naked.
We ate lunch and he talked about his time in the Coast Guard. He served 23 years and finally got out when he was 41, and then went to work for the County Clerk's office. He asked me if I wanted to hear about all the suckling pigs that were with him in the Coast Guard. I said yes and listened to all the guys he said he fucked.
After lunch he sat on the couch and asked me to sit beside him. He put his arm around me and held my face and kissed me. He undid his pants and unzipped them and took out his worm. He had me undo my pants and pull them down and he sucked me. I got my pants and shoes off and he sat on the couch and had me bend over and he licked my boy pussy while he massaged my cock with his hand. He got a finger in and asked me if I was ready.
He had me take off my shirt as we walked to the bedroom. He was without his pants or shoes and he took off his shirt and had me sit on the bed and suck him. This time he got hard with a full erection. I got on my hands and knees beside the side of he bed and he stood behind me and after lubricating me he slowly inserted his worm. At the time I just didn't have the experience, I pulled away from him and he had to grab me and pull me back, and insert himself in me again, this time holding me against him.
From the very first time I had gotten fucked I liked it, but I had never been fucked by a man like him, just other kids and guys my age. Once I relaxed he paid attention to what he was doing and held off ejaculating for several minutes. When he finished he told me to hold on, and not get off the bed. He came back with a pen from his dresser and he wrote on my but cheek. He wrote "# 48". He told me I was the 48th guy he fucked. He kept count.
I asked him if I was the first one he fucked at the motel. I wanted him to say yes, but he said no, he had fucked the assistant manager. I told him I didn't know he was gay. He laughed and said maybe he wasn't gay, but he was now.
My job working with him lasted about six months and then I moved on and went back to college. It was with him that I grew up, that I learned the ropes, by the time I left to go back to college he had shown me most everything. Over time I have had some good times, but I find myself telling the guy I am sucking what it was like to suck that old man at the motel. If I was getting fucked I would compare. It just felt good to let them know that I had the real thing.
