young guys who have a thing for older men II

In my early 40's here. Decent looking, nice, like to move slow, build on a friendship that moves into something else. I'm kind of old fashioned and like that about myself. I find much more enjoyment in everything else if I really know and like the person.
 
The sad reality of realizing there were men I called "daddy" that were my age now. Oh well. Luckily for me, there are still plenty of men 20 years older with an incredible sex drive and can still show me a thing or two 😉. Helloooo silver daddies!
 
I was lucky enough to have a few older men to patiently show me ropes and let me experiment years ago. They were relaxed and that helped ME to relax amidst all of the nervousness and anxiety I'd brought along, being inexperienced and all.
Now I'm in my mid 50s and fit, and I'd welcome the chance to guide a younger man who is like I was - curious but nervous. Seems like the ones who reach out to me are either too nervous and not ready, or are too casual and therefore present as careless/risky.
I'd like a polite, repressed young man who deep down knows that he'd like to try a man (daddy) and receive his kind attention, and is at the point where he'll go through with it. Rare!
 
I just find older men have a tendancy to have a softer touch. I have never been fucked but love sucking an older mans cock and regularly looking for local Brisbane (Australia) men. unfortunately as I hit 36 I am starting to realise I am getting too old for those older men they prefer younger :( haha
Oh, realize that 36 is young in the bigger scheme of things. You have so many years ahead of you. Savor your 30s. You are at great stage of life!!
 
I just find older men have a tendancy to have a softer touch. I have never been fucked but love sucking an older mans cock and regularly looking for local Brisbane (Australia) men. unfortunately as I hit 36 I am starting to realise I am getting too old for those older men they prefer younger :( haha
In my experience, the men just want to get their cocks sucked.
If you are a good, willing and enthusiastic cocksucker, they don't really care about how old you are. All they care about is cumming into a warm wet receptive mouth. Be that mouth, Richard...
 
I remember being approached by an older guy in a shop, he followed me in his car down several streets as I was on my bicycle. I was a bit scared and successfully lost him but often wondered if I should have stopped and talked to him
 
I remember being approached by an older guy in a shop, he followed me in his car down several streets as I was on my bicycle. I was a bit scared and successfully lost him but often wondered if I should have stopped and talked to him
You'll never know now 😉
 
I was lucky enough to have a few older men to patiently show me ropes and let me experiment years ago. They were relaxed and that helped ME to relax amidst all of the nervousness and anxiety I'd brought along, being inexperienced and all.
Now I'm in my mid 50s and fit, and I'd welcome the chance to guide a younger man who is like I was - curious but nervous. Seems like the ones who reach out to me are either too nervous and not ready, or are too casual and therefore present as careless/risky.
I'd like a polite, repressed young man who deep down knows that he'd like to try a man (daddy) and receive his kind attention, and is at the point where he'll go through with it. Rare!
My late-teen years were pretty-much messed-up, I went through a tortured time, unsure of my gender orientation, about what was right and wrong. It was a scary time of agonizing indecision that took me to some very strange and dark places. I was a nerdy nervous wreck, unsure and uncertain of myself, shy and socially ill-at-ease. It was not so much that I’d been sucking cock that worried me, I was more the fact that I’d enjoyed it so much! What did that mean about me? Is that natural? Was I in some ways unnatural? Is that normal? Was I weird? Did it mean I was queer? Did it mean I was Gay…? A Faggot? a Pansy…? …a poofter… a homosexual?, did it mean I was forever damned to loneliness and isolation? to be a sad socially-excluded pervert…? Was I doomed to live a life of furtive guilty shame as an outsider on the dark margins of society? I was withdrawn, tongue-tied shy and skinny, prone to dark depressive moods and moments of self-harming. Trapped in a raging conflict of emotional responses, between pleasure and shame, seriously worried about my attraction to cock while attempting to staunch those overwhelming sexual urges. Whatever my talents may have been I felt inept, low in self-esteem and lacking assurance. I felt like a freak who couldn’t even hold a rational conversation.That’s when I encountered Philip, my first adult ‘friend’. I decided I wanted to be a writer. I had a short story published in a Gay magazine. He contacted me, said he loved the story, that I had talent, and he wanted to help me. We met. I was twenty-one. He was fifty-two, and married. I was tongue-tied, I felt clumsy and a little over-awed, so that when we got back to his hotel-room it seemed entirely natural that he guided me out of my clothes and onto my knees. Once I’d sucked him off I was besotted with him. He told me his wife was frigid, and wouldn’t do oral sex, so I was embarrassingly eager to do all those dirty little things that she wouldn’t. He found me, hit on me… seduced me I suppose you could say. He turned my life around, brought out my suppressed inner capacity. He showed me what I could be, and through him, under his erotic control, I now know myself. He formed the erotic template for all my subsequent relationships with men. Did he recognize my potential? Did he see something in me that told him I was a natural cock-sucker? Is it so obvious? Yet I felt safe and secure under his control...
 
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