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I like the look of your cock, I would like to make it come alive in my mouth.
Older Men with Younger Men
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enjoy younger because they get harder faster & like the look in there eyes as slowly stroking and toying with there balls or rubbing some pre~cum on that tight little ass and they wonder if you are going to slip a finger in...mmmmmmm
I've been reading stories here for awhile and finally had to join. i live in Indianapolis. I'm 41 and most of my fantasies involve guys atleast 10 yrs older than me. The idea of being taught is such a turn on. Having a guy tell me just what he wants me to do to his cock is a huge turn on. I joined this site hoping to find a hook up here in Indy.
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When I started exploring my bi-curiosity it was the fantasy of being with an older guy that really turned me on. A few years ago, in my early 20s, I met a guy on IRC who I instantly clicked with, he was in his 50s. We used to chat online every day talking about everything, from sex to everything else. After a while I would perform on cam for him while he took charge and gave me directions. Unfortunately he lived on the other side of the world, but the fantasy remains and I still get an instant hard-on thinking about our sessions together.
I am 19 now. My first time I as 14. I was working in oklahoma for my grandparents friend cutting wheat. The farmers son was teaching me how to cut the wheat. He was 17 and worw tight wrangler jeans. We stopp for lunch and was complaining hot hot it was. he took his shirt off and man was he perfect. His jeans barley covered his crotch area. He told me to take my shirt off to cool off. I did and then he said i had a good look body. He said i must get a lot of look from girls.
A few minutes later he asked me if i would get up set if he stripped in order to keep cool. I said i didn't care. I told I wanted to do the same becuase i was pretty hot myself. He took his clothes off and he had no hair. I was just getting mine. I asked him why he did not have hair. He says he shaves it off becuase the people he has sex with loves it better that way.
By this time i was getting hard. He came over and said i was looking hot and sexy. He got on his knees and started sucking me. I exploded in his mouth and it felt so good. He ran one fingure up my ass and played with my ass.
He stood up and he was so hard. i smiled and went doen on my knees. It felt like and hour but he finally cam in my mouth. I swollowed. i told him he tasted really good. He said man i was good. He than picked me up and laid me on the ground on my back. he spread my leggs apart and start sucking me again. Than when he got finished he slowly did me.
When he was done he rolled over on his back and spread his legg.s He said to me it;s all your have some fun. I did the same thing to him. when I was done he asked me to keep pounding him until i cam again. I kept doing him until I did it three time.
A few minutes later he asked me if i would get up set if he stripped in order to keep cool. I said i didn't care. I told I wanted to do the same becuase i was pretty hot myself. He took his clothes off and he had no hair. I was just getting mine. I asked him why he did not have hair. He says he shaves it off becuase the people he has sex with loves it better that way.
By this time i was getting hard. He came over and said i was looking hot and sexy. He got on his knees and started sucking me. I exploded in his mouth and it felt so good. He ran one fingure up my ass and played with my ass.
He stood up and he was so hard. i smiled and went doen on my knees. It felt like and hour but he finally cam in my mouth. I swollowed. i told him he tasted really good. He said man i was good. He than picked me up and laid me on the ground on my back. he spread my leggs apart and start sucking me again. Than when he got finished he slowly did me.
When he was done he rolled over on his back and spread his legg.s He said to me it;s all your have some fun. I did the same thing to him. when I was done he asked me to keep pounding him until i cam again. I kept doing him until I did it three time.
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Older guys are a HUGE turn on
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I am surprised by the number of stories about a younger man being submissive to an older man. When I was young and first dealing with same-sex desire, I did want the approval of an older brother/daddy kind of guy and if being submissive got me there, then so be it. However, that phase didn't last long. The submissive stuff just wasn't my thing. I never felt that that true affection was in that kind of relationship. It seemed like superficial affection that simply covered over simply horny guys -- nothing more.
Once I gained a bit more self confidence, I realized that the only times I felt a true "connection" was when an older brother/daddy figure took me under his wing and wanted my essence inside his ass. While in these threads it would appear that this is a rarity, I think it is more common than one would think.
Granted some (like myself) are hardwired for a particular sex role/act, many more are a bit more fluid. For some of those men, there was nothing more natural than to let a younger man take out all his needs as often and as urgent as necessary. Think how for many young men, erections and hormonal desire can seem so overwhelming at times. Your young, frustrated, confused, horny as hell, and masturbation alone doesn't get you past that edge. You have all this pent up energy and no way to redirect it. If you are primarily straight, you may find that a girl won't put out for you. If you are gay or bi, you may have issues because you don't play the games or you are not good enough for some of the guys your age.
Many older men no longer have anything to prove. They are simply men, and have been so for a very long time. They are past the BS that they somehow will stop being men if they play with a cock or for that matter, hug, kiss, or do whatever else with anoher man. They have also been through enough bumps, scratches, etc in life that having a penis inside them is not some ultimate horror, painful trip. They also are less into turning you down based on your status in life, the size of your dick, your looks, etc. They too know how the games are played and know that being turned down for superficial reasons is a bummer. They may have been there.
Over my lifetime I have met many such men. I remember a f-buddy years ago that I used to hookup with fairly often. The very first time he did have some issues. While he had sucked plenty of guys, he hadn't been fucked in a long time. It wasn't my lack of experience as I was always a gentle, but good fuck -- not a jack rabbit. It just was his being unaccustomed to being fucked or for that matter how long I liked to fuck. Somehow, he did enjoy it as he came back many of times over several years after that. He was a muscular, hairy guy -- just my type.
While he had been a white collar worker, his alcoholism had forced him back to manual labor. His muscles would ache, so I would give him a good half hour massage before I would rim and eventually fuck him. He was too mature to consider a cock, tongue, finger, dildo, vibrator from another man somehow a challenge to his masculinity. My fucking him did not take away his masculinity.
He also understood the age difference (probably 15 or so years). He knew he might be good for one or two, maybe three times (if lucky) if he took a nap in between sessions. However, he knew for me with my drive and at my age, repeats were not difficult and sometimes the urge was simply too strong. So for him it was more a matter of simply laying back and enjoying all the attention that I wanted to give his body. While he couldn't get off that frequently, you could feel his cock swell whenever i touched his asshole. My hormones were so strong that sometimes I would slip it in him during the night. Did he complain? No. Depending on how much he drank sometimes I had been doing it for a few minutes before he would wake up. I sometimes felt bad about that, but he was always a good sport about it. He never made me feel like some kind of rapist. He would simply tell me if I started something, I had to finish it. He would say "go for it".
No two men are wired the same, but from a sexual standpoint, we were very similar except that I was a young oversexed top, and he was an oversexed bottom. He didn't like the term bottom as he thought it was demeaning, but that is not how I meant it. He simply was very good at pleasing men and couldn't get it up that often.
I wish I could say that the story had a happy ending, but it does not. I've always had the problem that I cannot fuck someone over and over again, and not fall deeply for them. While he couldn't get it up and off that often, he somehow saw anything more than f-buddy appreciation as threatening. I settled into being his Tuesday night boy. I did my best not to ask too many questions about his men/boys for the other nights of the week. It is funny that he was concerned about my trips to the parks, yet he himself didn't see any irony in his own behaviors. He had a warped sense of monogamy. He defined it as a situation where ALL his partners had sex only with him and possibly their wives if they were married. His circle of partners was always able to accommodate new recruits. How he was convinced that all these men only did it with him and their wives is beyond me.
I myself needed love -- something beyond fantastic, draining sex just once a week. So I moved on. He did try to come back a few times, but I think we both knew he couldn't really give me what I needed past a fantastic fuck inside him.
His alcohol took over way too much of his life. He eventually spent all the money he inherited when his parents died. He ended up homeless, drunk, and eventually in jail for harassing someone in a flop house. A few times I tried to track him down just to see how he was doing, but no luck. Unfortunately, I heard through the grapevine that he was found dead one day in a flop house. It is hard to believe that this man was once a small town banker who even owned his own mortgage business.
From a sexual standpoint, you couldn't ask for a better partner. While he wasn't into kissing (at least with me), he would hug, cuddle, touch and do anything to help you get off. I think he had some deep seated issues that led to his downfall as well as his inability to get too intimate with any one particular guy. While I may not have been the man for him, I think there might have been someone else who he could have enjoyed life with if only he could have opened up emotionally with someone one.
Alcoholism and intimacy aside, a young man couldn't ask for a better older companion. We all know that when we were ourselves young men, the hormonal urges sometimes seem way out of control. Sometimes cold showers, weight lifting, running, and even masturbation just doesn't seem enough. Older men have been there. If sometime you can find one of those older men who say: "I know what you are going through. I've been there. Give me all you got, I can take it." You are VERY lucky. All those times my f-buddy took my cum, he was keeping me out of the parks, the bookstores, the bathrooms and all sorts of places where I could have gotten in bigger trouble.
I will always say that a masculine bottom is the closest thing to having an angel on earth. Even if I live to be ninety and cannot get it up, I will always feel a special place for those men that throughout my life made me feel like a son, a brother, a lover -- who made me feel so very special because they wanted every part of ME inside them despite all my imperfections. They truly are blessings.
Once I gained a bit more self confidence, I realized that the only times I felt a true "connection" was when an older brother/daddy figure took me under his wing and wanted my essence inside his ass. While in these threads it would appear that this is a rarity, I think it is more common than one would think.
Granted some (like myself) are hardwired for a particular sex role/act, many more are a bit more fluid. For some of those men, there was nothing more natural than to let a younger man take out all his needs as often and as urgent as necessary. Think how for many young men, erections and hormonal desire can seem so overwhelming at times. Your young, frustrated, confused, horny as hell, and masturbation alone doesn't get you past that edge. You have all this pent up energy and no way to redirect it. If you are primarily straight, you may find that a girl won't put out for you. If you are gay or bi, you may have issues because you don't play the games or you are not good enough for some of the guys your age.
Many older men no longer have anything to prove. They are simply men, and have been so for a very long time. They are past the BS that they somehow will stop being men if they play with a cock or for that matter, hug, kiss, or do whatever else with anoher man. They have also been through enough bumps, scratches, etc in life that having a penis inside them is not some ultimate horror, painful trip. They also are less into turning you down based on your status in life, the size of your dick, your looks, etc. They too know how the games are played and know that being turned down for superficial reasons is a bummer. They may have been there.
Over my lifetime I have met many such men. I remember a f-buddy years ago that I used to hookup with fairly often. The very first time he did have some issues. While he had sucked plenty of guys, he hadn't been fucked in a long time. It wasn't my lack of experience as I was always a gentle, but good fuck -- not a jack rabbit. It just was his being unaccustomed to being fucked or for that matter how long I liked to fuck. Somehow, he did enjoy it as he came back many of times over several years after that. He was a muscular, hairy guy -- just my type.
While he had been a white collar worker, his alcoholism had forced him back to manual labor. His muscles would ache, so I would give him a good half hour massage before I would rim and eventually fuck him. He was too mature to consider a cock, tongue, finger, dildo, vibrator from another man somehow a challenge to his masculinity. My fucking him did not take away his masculinity.
He also understood the age difference (probably 15 or so years). He knew he might be good for one or two, maybe three times (if lucky) if he took a nap in between sessions. However, he knew for me with my drive and at my age, repeats were not difficult and sometimes the urge was simply too strong. So for him it was more a matter of simply laying back and enjoying all the attention that I wanted to give his body. While he couldn't get off that frequently, you could feel his cock swell whenever i touched his asshole. My hormones were so strong that sometimes I would slip it in him during the night. Did he complain? No. Depending on how much he drank sometimes I had been doing it for a few minutes before he would wake up. I sometimes felt bad about that, but he was always a good sport about it. He never made me feel like some kind of rapist. He would simply tell me if I started something, I had to finish it. He would say "go for it".
No two men are wired the same, but from a sexual standpoint, we were very similar except that I was a young oversexed top, and he was an oversexed bottom. He didn't like the term bottom as he thought it was demeaning, but that is not how I meant it. He simply was very good at pleasing men and couldn't get it up that often.
I wish I could say that the story had a happy ending, but it does not. I've always had the problem that I cannot fuck someone over and over again, and not fall deeply for them. While he couldn't get it up and off that often, he somehow saw anything more than f-buddy appreciation as threatening. I settled into being his Tuesday night boy. I did my best not to ask too many questions about his men/boys for the other nights of the week. It is funny that he was concerned about my trips to the parks, yet he himself didn't see any irony in his own behaviors. He had a warped sense of monogamy. He defined it as a situation where ALL his partners had sex only with him and possibly their wives if they were married. His circle of partners was always able to accommodate new recruits. How he was convinced that all these men only did it with him and their wives is beyond me.
I myself needed love -- something beyond fantastic, draining sex just once a week. So I moved on. He did try to come back a few times, but I think we both knew he couldn't really give me what I needed past a fantastic fuck inside him.
His alcohol took over way too much of his life. He eventually spent all the money he inherited when his parents died. He ended up homeless, drunk, and eventually in jail for harassing someone in a flop house. A few times I tried to track him down just to see how he was doing, but no luck. Unfortunately, I heard through the grapevine that he was found dead one day in a flop house. It is hard to believe that this man was once a small town banker who even owned his own mortgage business.
From a sexual standpoint, you couldn't ask for a better partner. While he wasn't into kissing (at least with me), he would hug, cuddle, touch and do anything to help you get off. I think he had some deep seated issues that led to his downfall as well as his inability to get too intimate with any one particular guy. While I may not have been the man for him, I think there might have been someone else who he could have enjoyed life with if only he could have opened up emotionally with someone one.
Alcoholism and intimacy aside, a young man couldn't ask for a better older companion. We all know that when we were ourselves young men, the hormonal urges sometimes seem way out of control. Sometimes cold showers, weight lifting, running, and even masturbation just doesn't seem enough. Older men have been there. If sometime you can find one of those older men who say: "I know what you are going through. I've been there. Give me all you got, I can take it." You are VERY lucky. All those times my f-buddy took my cum, he was keeping me out of the parks, the bookstores, the bathrooms and all sorts of places where I could have gotten in bigger trouble.
I will always say that a masculine bottom is the closest thing to having an angel on earth. Even if I live to be ninety and cannot get it up, I will always feel a special place for those men that throughout my life made me feel like a son, a brother, a lover -- who made me feel so very special because they wanted every part of ME inside them despite all my imperfections. They truly are blessings.
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Sucking an older mans cock
is so hot! Espescially when
he scolds me and tells me
what to do!
When he totally humiliates
his little slut!
Sucking an older mans cock
is so hot! Espescially when
he scolds me and tells me
what to do!
When he totally humiliates
his little slut!
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Bathhouse encounter
37 year old biwm, but I look younger (especially in the dark) and effectively play a younger, more submissive part. True story to the best of my abilities (OK, perhaps some embellishments).
Went to a bathhouse about a month ago (Club Providence). After strolling around, watching some porn, groping and bumping here and there, I met a stocky-but-not-so-out-of-shape older man in the back area. If you've been there, it's the very dark alcove to the right of the showers, with a couple of benches. In spite of the darkness, he looked in my eyes and knew that I was to be used. He gave just a slight push on my shoulders, and I immediately hit my knees. I started to tease him just a bit, licking his thighs and belly, just barely grazing his dick with my lips, but he would have none of it. He roughly grabbed the back of my head and forced his beautiful rock-hard, dripping dick into my warm, wet, waiting mouth. All the way down, he forced his rod into my throat until I could take no more. Eyes watering, I pushed him away... but after just a quick recovery breath I dove back on with renewed zeal. For what felt like a half hour, I did my very best to please my new daddy master, sucking, stroking, deep-throating. Whatever I could do. I sucked on his balls. Focused now on the head, now on the rod. Whatever I could think of. And he was not shy in expressing his desires. when he wanted it deep, he simply grabbed my head and forced himself in. I was his for the taking.
When he tired of my pitiful ministrations, he gradually leaned over my body and started to fondle my freshly-shaved, freshly prepared ass. Hungrily he forced his fingers into my crack and then deep into my asshole. Once he got to his prize, he was certainly not gentle. He shoved his fingers first into my mouth... I made sure they were good and wet in preparation... then dove two of them without ceremony into my less-than-experienced rectum. Hurt like hell, but I was not about to give up. When he finished with that exercise, he simply grunted to me to turn around. Like a good boy, I had a condom ready for him, and suited him up. Not being able to get enough, and honestly a little bit nervous about the on-coming attack, I sucked on his coated dick just a tad longer than he wanted. He smacked me in the face with his member and then roughly turned me around. His dick and my ass were lubed up with my own spit, so he wasn't going to wait (lucky for me I had a bottle of lube handy and greased up some more...). Facing the dark hallway, I grabbed the fence and braced for what I knew was coming.
I was right... he plunged into my ass, worried only about his own pleasure. His hot, hard dick felt like a blazing iron entering me, but I was also worried only about daddy's pleasure. I screamed out (attracting some onlookers
), but he didn't care. Pistoning in-and-out he fucked me like his life depended on it. In case anybody cares, the mixture of pleasure and pain for me was unbelievably intense. The physical pain and psychological humiliation, combined with the physical and psychological pleasure were overloading my circuits. My dick was hard as a rock and dripping, not that I deserved or expected any pleasure of that sort from my daddy.
As he fucked me, I noticed several other shadowy figures in the darkness. Not sure, but I imagine that they were similar: older men, deserving of the pleasures of a simple fuck toy... maybe one of them will be the lucky one next time I venture out.
After an eternity of ramming, his grunts got even more intense. He began to slap my ass HARD with his hand, further encouraging my pain and humiliation. I could hear onlookers gasping and laughing at my predicament. After three or four intense thrusts, he roughly pulled out of my ass (what an incredible empty feeling that is...) and turned me around. ATM is not my thing, but I did not stop to even consider my own feelings: this was about him and about him only. I again continued to suck his swollen dick with everything I had. I briefly wondered why he hadn't removed the condom himself, but then he answered that question by pushing me over to a bench. I sat on the bench with his target hanging over the side. He knelt, positioning his turgid tool beneath me and thrusted up everso skillfully. I lovingly wrapped my legs around his chest, so that he could enter me so very deeply. The pleasure that position gave me, him allowing me to see his look of extacy, pushed me over the edge. Just the slightest of touches by his furry belly sent me exploding in orgasm, all over my chest and even onto my face. My squirming must have triggered something in him, because he immediately began to bellow, thrusting up and down at a lightning pace, and shot his own beautiful load while he was buried deep in my ass.
We stayed in this position for just a minute or two while he recovered. He never even caught my eye again, never said a word. When he was through with me, he simply withdrew, took off the condom, and threw it at me. It landed, by the way, directly on my chest with a warm and gooey splat. Onlookers, possibly embarrassed, possibly on their way to greener pastures, simply filed out without so much as a glance. I showered quickly, cleaned up my room, and checked out, beginning to feel the intense and inevitable post-orgasmic guilt.
37 year old biwm, but I look younger (especially in the dark) and effectively play a younger, more submissive part. True story to the best of my abilities (OK, perhaps some embellishments).
Went to a bathhouse about a month ago (Club Providence). After strolling around, watching some porn, groping and bumping here and there, I met a stocky-but-not-so-out-of-shape older man in the back area. If you've been there, it's the very dark alcove to the right of the showers, with a couple of benches. In spite of the darkness, he looked in my eyes and knew that I was to be used. He gave just a slight push on my shoulders, and I immediately hit my knees. I started to tease him just a bit, licking his thighs and belly, just barely grazing his dick with my lips, but he would have none of it. He roughly grabbed the back of my head and forced his beautiful rock-hard, dripping dick into my warm, wet, waiting mouth. All the way down, he forced his rod into my throat until I could take no more. Eyes watering, I pushed him away... but after just a quick recovery breath I dove back on with renewed zeal. For what felt like a half hour, I did my very best to please my new daddy master, sucking, stroking, deep-throating. Whatever I could do. I sucked on his balls. Focused now on the head, now on the rod. Whatever I could think of. And he was not shy in expressing his desires. when he wanted it deep, he simply grabbed my head and forced himself in. I was his for the taking.
When he tired of my pitiful ministrations, he gradually leaned over my body and started to fondle my freshly-shaved, freshly prepared ass. Hungrily he forced his fingers into my crack and then deep into my asshole. Once he got to his prize, he was certainly not gentle. He shoved his fingers first into my mouth... I made sure they were good and wet in preparation... then dove two of them without ceremony into my less-than-experienced rectum. Hurt like hell, but I was not about to give up. When he finished with that exercise, he simply grunted to me to turn around. Like a good boy, I had a condom ready for him, and suited him up. Not being able to get enough, and honestly a little bit nervous about the on-coming attack, I sucked on his coated dick just a tad longer than he wanted. He smacked me in the face with his member and then roughly turned me around. His dick and my ass were lubed up with my own spit, so he wasn't going to wait (lucky for me I had a bottle of lube handy and greased up some more...). Facing the dark hallway, I grabbed the fence and braced for what I knew was coming.
I was right... he plunged into my ass, worried only about his own pleasure. His hot, hard dick felt like a blazing iron entering me, but I was also worried only about daddy's pleasure. I screamed out (attracting some onlookers
), but he didn't care. Pistoning in-and-out he fucked me like his life depended on it. In case anybody cares, the mixture of pleasure and pain for me was unbelievably intense. The physical pain and psychological humiliation, combined with the physical and psychological pleasure were overloading my circuits. My dick was hard as a rock and dripping, not that I deserved or expected any pleasure of that sort from my daddy. As he fucked me, I noticed several other shadowy figures in the darkness. Not sure, but I imagine that they were similar: older men, deserving of the pleasures of a simple fuck toy... maybe one of them will be the lucky one next time I venture out.
After an eternity of ramming, his grunts got even more intense. He began to slap my ass HARD with his hand, further encouraging my pain and humiliation. I could hear onlookers gasping and laughing at my predicament. After three or four intense thrusts, he roughly pulled out of my ass (what an incredible empty feeling that is...) and turned me around. ATM is not my thing, but I did not stop to even consider my own feelings: this was about him and about him only. I again continued to suck his swollen dick with everything I had. I briefly wondered why he hadn't removed the condom himself, but then he answered that question by pushing me over to a bench. I sat on the bench with his target hanging over the side. He knelt, positioning his turgid tool beneath me and thrusted up everso skillfully. I lovingly wrapped my legs around his chest, so that he could enter me so very deeply. The pleasure that position gave me, him allowing me to see his look of extacy, pushed me over the edge. Just the slightest of touches by his furry belly sent me exploding in orgasm, all over my chest and even onto my face. My squirming must have triggered something in him, because he immediately began to bellow, thrusting up and down at a lightning pace, and shot his own beautiful load while he was buried deep in my ass.
We stayed in this position for just a minute or two while he recovered. He never even caught my eye again, never said a word. When he was through with me, he simply withdrew, took off the condom, and threw it at me. It landed, by the way, directly on my chest with a warm and gooey splat. Onlookers, possibly embarrassed, possibly on their way to greener pastures, simply filed out without so much as a glance. I showered quickly, cleaned up my room, and checked out, beginning to feel the intense and inevitable post-orgasmic guilt.
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I love the idea of an older man making me his little slut.
I would play my part well and be his little boy-toy or (preferably) dress up like a slutty little girl and treat him like the big man he is.
I would play my part well and be his little boy-toy or (preferably) dress up like a slutty little girl and treat him like the big man he is.
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Totally agree
Been fantasizing about being tucked into bed by an older man. I am laying down and he comes into my bed and sees that I am pitching a tent and gets under my covers and grabs my hard cock and starts to suck it. After he gets it all wet he pulls down his pants and spreads his ass and lowers it on my cock. He rides it as I thrust upwards and cum filling his ass with young cum. He pulls my covers up and kisses my forehead and I get a good night sleep.
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Thanks for this hot story! Such a fuckin turn-on, imagining you two naked in the hot sun, fucking & sucking. I would love to have happened upon that!
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Very hot thread, thanks for posting here guys.
I'm 23 from NYC just seeking that special top older man!
My thread if you guys wanna get to know me!
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=781934
I'm 23 from NYC just seeking that special top older man!
My thread if you guys wanna get to know me!
http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=781934
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Older guys are a HUGE turn on
A sweet ass like yours can turn a older guy so hard. Boing
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i have always loved older guys. It started when i was 17 (he was 38) and i still get just as much joy out of pleasuring an older guy as i did that first time. I'm 27 now and the guys i find myself with are in their 40's 50's and 60's. I really love being dominated by older guys so if anyone is interested pm me
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I refuse to let this thread drop to page 2.... there is just so much for us youngsters to learn from our older counterparts
Hope all my silver foxes are having a good night!
Hope all my silver foxes are having a good night!
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I refuse to let this thread drop to page 2.... there is just so much for us youngsters to learn from our older counterparts
Hope all my silver foxes are having a good night!
Its never too late to teach an old dog new tricks!!!
KinkyGoose
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Now that's a good point... never though about teaching older fellas anything... I guess I assumed the dirty dogs would be teaching me!
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