I came to London from Cairns, Australia on 1995 when I was 19. London scene in the 90s was fun and for (what I was considered to be) a fit, good-looking Oz boy there was plenty of nookie and opportunity to make dough. I ended up working for a modelling agency...of a particular sort. I won’t name more particulars, but suffice to say it was a twink porn outlet, a British equivalent to bel ami. If you were at all into twink vids in the late ‘90s, you probably saw my ass. That kinda thing now sounds archaic of course.
The internet killed a lot of the old fashioned porn outlets in the early ‘00s. 2004 was the last time I did a shoot on camera. By then, I was nearing my sell-by date for twink stuff anyway. At 28, I was getting a bit long in the tooth for the type of fresh arsed boy action that audience expects.
That shoot was a kind of ‘personal trainers’ affair where I as the mature model broke in a new puppy eyed lad as the next generation. His name was Cian. Really pretty young dude. Actually I felt jealous of him. There he was with his peachy bunned 18year old arse and dong, pure unblemished complexion and raging libido. Ten years his senior, I was already showing signs of wear and tear. I fucked the lad’s arse with more than a hint of frustration at my approaching redundancy.I’m 50 this year and newly single again. Fuck. Things ain’t as easy for me as London in the nineties. I’ve kept my weight down over the years, but I’ve developed a bit of a belly nevertheless. But my sex drive seems to have exploded in recent years – probably from being out of the porn game for two decades. I live in Dublin now, where old fashioned cruising is still pretty rewarding.
Anyway, I was out for a beer Saturday afternoon and having had a skinfull, naturally felt like a shag. If you know the right lanes in the city, it’s easy enough to pick up some action, even early in the day. I went ahead and scoped out what was on offer. The usual daddy types furtively slipping in and out of dark corners, wagging semis my way. Course, I’m a daddy type myself now so it’s not as if I can complain. Then I saw what may be the most gorgeous backside ever – under tight jeans- over spread legs seemingly taking a leak down a back alley behind a Chinese restaurant. I was transfixed!
The arse’s owner then zipped up and turned. I saw a most beautiful lad of about 20. Pale faced, ash blonde, red lipped. Stunning eyes. His long thick schlong still dangling out towards me. Fuck. I had to have a piece. I headed straight towards him, gripping my package as I did and smiling.
He smiled back, but just as I was about to engage this Adonis, he held up his arm to stop me in my tracks. I knew what this meant; he was selling.
Now, it’s not at all a common practice of mine to buy – I mean, I was a model once not so long ago. But I couldn’t resist this guy. A deal was done. After a bit of a grope and a quick taste of his cock, we went back to what was his ‘partner’s’ apartment nearby.
He was a nice lad. Very personable. But, fuck, I wasn’t there for company. I wanted the taste his hot young arsehole on my tongue. More than that. I wanted to get really raunchy. Readers may know what that means.
It wasn’t long before I got stuck in. The whiff of that boyhole was just incredible. Hot sweaty musky young ass meat. I was dripping precum like a broken faucet. I lay back, butt nakt on his bathroom floor, the lad squatting over my face with that glorious arse of his.
“Yeah boy! Give it to me. C’mon, let daddy have a good taste. Bring it to me!”I awaited below with mouth ready, tongue out.
Suddenly I heard the sound of the apartment door opening. Fuck! The lad stood, but otherwise didn’t seem phased.
“oh, it’s just Cian, my partner I told you about. Don’t worry m he’s cool with this. He might even want to join in”
“Cian?” I laughed “i knew a Cian once when I was doing porn modelling”
Of course, I certainly didn’t expect it to be the same Cian. I mean, that was 20years ago when this lad had barely been born. That Cian would be nearly forty now.But wouldn’t you fucking know – it was that Cian!!There he was, now a handsome middle aged dude with this gorgeous twink on his arm. Hey! This was gonna be fun.
Me and Cian embraced as old friends. Then we got down to it. His 39year old cock and arse still tasted good. We played around together on the bathroom floor as the lad stood imperiously over us, slowly pumping and jacking his huge young boy-tool. We sucked, rimmed and jacked each other, eventually going 69 as the lad stood astride us and doused us with a stream of his hot piss. He squatted right down and let a stinking fart in between our cavorting dad bods. Then finally we all jacked together in a hot sticky, stinky mess of man flesh.
Fuck. Life still tastes good.
