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Gay Confessions
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Gay Male / 35
My first experiences go back to grade school. And Junior High and High School. By the time I went to college I had been around the block. I chose to go to New York, I had been accepted at NYU and I had heard through the gr**evine that there was an active community. I got there, found the active community and became a regular and flunked out of college. I went from a dorm existence, to living on the floor with two other guys and doing all kinds of drugs. I fucked for a living.
I got busted for doing bad things and got sent to prison. Fortunately it was one year and it was not up at the big house, but I found out that no matter how much you wanted it, this place was one hundred percent hands off. The minor infraction, a small cock suck, a moment in the shower, anything added to your time. I went off drugs, alcohol and sex for a year, I exercised in the yard, and got back into the books and decided when I got out I was going back to college. Not NYU, I had to go back to community college with the dummies.
I met a guy there, I will call him John. John was not a dummy, he was poor. John had smarts, street smarts but he wasn't well educated and I helped him, hours of doing homework together, hours of tutoring, hours of spending time with him, hours fo sucking his cock and hours of being his fuck. John was an older guy who liked young guys and he went to the college to find a guy to fuck. I was a young guy who went because I had decided to get a degree but just could not turn down a man like John. We got along together and believe it or not I got John to graduate with a degree and I graduated with mine.
Without the excuse of going to college John and I went our ways. I hated my jobs, I hated the routine and slowly slipped back into the game of pay to play, I was older and I hooked up with a man who ran a good house and made a lot of money, much more than I ever got paid for working a job. Maybe because of my experience with John but I got a reputation for handling some of the men who were older and I had a steady clientele. They paid my man, he paid me, I got the money and I got to fuck. The truth is that I would fuck even if I didn't get paid, but getting paid helped, it greased the wheel.
I was 32 when I went to this man, he ran a big operation and he was a closet guy who liked it late at night, at a motel. He showed up, I was waiting, he got it on, he started with a suck, he sucked first and I sucked second, he wanted hands on, finger fucked, hard cock up his ass, in my business you had to do what the client wanted, but I taught him to fuck which is what I liked so we did it both. One day I seen him on TV. This guy had big time job. We continued to meet, once a week, same motel, same floor, same room, same bed, I arranged the meet, he came, he sucked my cock, I sucked his cock, I fucked him and he fucked me and it was over. Same thing next week.
One day I asked him if he wanted a pictures, with a cock in his mouth. With a cock in his ass. He said no, but when he had a cock in his mouth I took the picture, when he had a cock in his ass I took the picture. I gave them to him, I erased them off of my phone. His wife found the pictures on his phone. He came to me and yelled at me and called me a bunch of names and I sucked his cock, I told him to take pictures, I wanted pictures of his cock in my mouth, his cock in my ass, I wanted pictures sucking and fucking and making out with him, pictures of my cock in his mouth, pictures of my cock in his ass, we had pictures, he took the pictures and I took the pictures and we took pictures of making out, sucking cock, fucking, naked together, naked on the bed, naked in the shower. We scrolled through the pictures, picking good ones and deleting bad ones, hard cocks while we went through them, stroking cocks, enjoying the pictures. He didn't give a damn about the divorce, he paid her to leave and she never brought up the pictures.
I live in an apartment, he lives in the same building. We have a set up, cameras, tripods, movies, we fuck and suck and make out and film and take pictures. We watch the movies later, we go through the pictures, the pictures get him hard and I stroke and suck his cock. He is a big shot man and I am his cock sucking lover.
I got busted for doing bad things and got sent to prison. Fortunately it was one year and it was not up at the big house, but I found out that no matter how much you wanted it, this place was one hundred percent hands off. The minor infraction, a small cock suck, a moment in the shower, anything added to your time. I went off drugs, alcohol and sex for a year, I exercised in the yard, and got back into the books and decided when I got out I was going back to college. Not NYU, I had to go back to community college with the dummies.
I met a guy there, I will call him John. John was not a dummy, he was poor. John had smarts, street smarts but he wasn't well educated and I helped him, hours of doing homework together, hours of tutoring, hours of spending time with him, hours fo sucking his cock and hours of being his fuck. John was an older guy who liked young guys and he went to the college to find a guy to fuck. I was a young guy who went because I had decided to get a degree but just could not turn down a man like John. We got along together and believe it or not I got John to graduate with a degree and I graduated with mine.
Without the excuse of going to college John and I went our ways. I hated my jobs, I hated the routine and slowly slipped back into the game of pay to play, I was older and I hooked up with a man who ran a good house and made a lot of money, much more than I ever got paid for working a job. Maybe because of my experience with John but I got a reputation for handling some of the men who were older and I had a steady clientele. They paid my man, he paid me, I got the money and I got to fuck. The truth is that I would fuck even if I didn't get paid, but getting paid helped, it greased the wheel.
I was 32 when I went to this man, he ran a big operation and he was a closet guy who liked it late at night, at a motel. He showed up, I was waiting, he got it on, he started with a suck, he sucked first and I sucked second, he wanted hands on, finger fucked, hard cock up his ass, in my business you had to do what the client wanted, but I taught him to fuck which is what I liked so we did it both. One day I seen him on TV. This guy had big time job. We continued to meet, once a week, same motel, same floor, same room, same bed, I arranged the meet, he came, he sucked my cock, I sucked his cock, I fucked him and he fucked me and it was over. Same thing next week.
One day I asked him if he wanted a pictures, with a cock in his mouth. With a cock in his ass. He said no, but when he had a cock in his mouth I took the picture, when he had a cock in his ass I took the picture. I gave them to him, I erased them off of my phone. His wife found the pictures on his phone. He came to me and yelled at me and called me a bunch of names and I sucked his cock, I told him to take pictures, I wanted pictures of his cock in my mouth, his cock in my ass, I wanted pictures sucking and fucking and making out with him, pictures of my cock in his mouth, pictures of my cock in his ass, we had pictures, he took the pictures and I took the pictures and we took pictures of making out, sucking cock, fucking, naked together, naked on the bed, naked in the shower. We scrolled through the pictures, picking good ones and deleting bad ones, hard cocks while we went through them, stroking cocks, enjoying the pictures. He didn't give a damn about the divorce, he paid her to leave and she never brought up the pictures.
I live in an apartment, he lives in the same building. We have a set up, cameras, tripods, movies, we fuck and suck and make out and film and take pictures. We watch the movies later, we go through the pictures, the pictures get him hard and I stroke and suck his cock. He is a big shot man and I am his cock sucking lover.


