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Sorry to read about your years of confusion, T. That's not uncommon, I fear. It sounds awful.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 I was withdrawn, tongue-tied shy and skinny, prone to dark depressive moods and moments of self-harming.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...
Sweet-talker. Such flattery will get you just about anywhere... and hey, I'm already a push-over!Sorry to read about your years of confusion, T. That's not uncommon, I fear. It sounds awful.
But ... Philip sounds like the perfect man for you to have met - and very sexy in his ways, too. (We should all be so lucky.)
When you write about him, it's always very stimulating to read. Thank you for that.
I'm not surprised to read that you'd wanted to be a writer. I'd say you ARE.
I have heard that some old people who dont get proper erection due to age or some sickness, like to get young virile boys, for oral anal sex and they ejaculate and reach their pleasure thus. The willing human company is better than any artificial toy things. That is what i think too.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
Yes I think that would be the caseI have heard that some old people who dont get proper erection due to age or some sickness, like to get young virile boys, for oral anal sex and they ejaculate and reach their pleasure thus. The willing human company is better than any artificial toy things. That is what i think too.
I'd love to suck a young, virile cock right now. I'd give it a long, long blow job and swallow every drop.I have heard that some old people who dont get proper erection due to age or some sickness, like to get young virile boys, for oral anal sex and they ejaculate and reach their pleasure thus. The willing human company is better than any artificial toy things. That is what i think too.
Pretty much the same here, I'm 52 and would rather get to know a young guy and see if the vibe is cool, then explore from there with no unknowns etc...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.
I'm afraid its too late for me to have a similar experienceMy 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...
Never say never, Redcraze. It's never too late to enjoy the delights that good fulfilling sex can bestow...I'm afraid its too late for me to have a similar experiencebut I wish .....
just so hot....As a couple in our early 60s my husband and I have entertained young men in need of experience and patience. Going down n him while my husband fucks him seems to work quite well. We take our time and show them a gentler side yo gay sex.
Oh interesting because...Very hot. To meet and play with a young man would be wonderful
A great feeling, indeed!Just yesterday i met with a man who was 66. He still can get it up naturally and has a decent size cock. He has a dominant streak but mostly verbal. Ive spoke about him before and we role play and i call him Daddy. I just wore very slinky panties and didnt go to extreme. His wife his gone for 3 weeks visiting her family and he has the house to himself. So i come to the back patio, undress and slip into my panties. I walk to the bed and find him already naked. He likes kissing and gentle caressing. He licks my nips like no other man can and is one hell of a cocksucker. I return the favor. Theres just something about taking care of this older man and hearing him moan in ecstasy as i suck his cock like a slut. Im not young but much younger then him. Bottom line, we both had great orgasms. He made me take his load in my mouth as we 69. Its a great feeling to cum when you have a cock in your mouth at the same time