I’ve always thought about older men. I guess when I was younger, I felt self-conscious about myself, and a bit insecure, and when I realized that there were older men that would do anything to be with me, I felt empowered by it. It wasn’t until I graduated high school and started gaining a little bit of freedom (from home, and the confines of the high school popularity contest) that I learned just how powerful I was when it came to my sexual prowess, and my attraction to older men.
I had been taken by storm by the gym owner one Sunday evening after closing time in the gym locker room, and I had delivered to him the best teen ass he had ever had (His words not mine). I now have to avoid that gym whenever I am home because he is aggressively attracted to me and doesn’t like to take no for an answer. Which is hot in its own way, but I like the thrill of the unexpected.
And speaking of unexpected, earlier this year I had been molested by the much older maintenance man in my mom’s condo on Panama beach the weekend after my high school graduation. He wasn’t shy about taking advantage of me, and I eagerly satisfied him with my mouth, and my taught hole, never to see him again after that brief encounter. I guess he wasn’t looking for love, but again neither was I.
I had observed my next-door neighbor Joseph fall all over himself to have me when got me alone in his living room this past summer. I had always had a secret fantasy of submitting to him with big burly hands all over me as I watched him from my bedroom window while he worked in his yard, and this summer it had come true. Not once but twice. The second time with him and his friend Bud, both unable to contain their lust for me, resulting in my first threesome. Two older redneck studs having their way with me was one of the hottest nights of my life so far.
I was completely caught off guard by my childhood friend’s straight dad Tony, who drunkenly seduced me into his bedroom when we were alone after a concert, so that he could make me into his next one-night stand. It was so hot I still get chills thinking about what happened that night, and I made a promise to him I would never tell anyone about it. Wink wink ;)
In my first semester of college I had finally got up the courage to go out to a gay bar with my fake ID, and within the first few hours in the club I was taken home by a 40 year old man named Wendel. I willingly became his college freshman boy toy, only for us to be interrupted during our foreplay, by his cop buddy James, who excitedly joined in the fun after he saw how young and sexy I was. I could have sworn that I was going to be arrested that night. Turns out I just made two hot horny men fall in love with me. They both text me from time to time, and I plan to go out with James the cop on a ride along sometime soon. I’ve often fantasized about blowing an officer in uniform in his patrol car. Maybe he'll cuff me, and strip search me?
I was recently on a weekend trip to the mountains where I rode horses and managed to have my way with a cowboy horseback riding guide named Mr. Bill after losing my wallet and getting him to take me back into the woods alone to recover it. When we reached the place where I had dropped my wallet, he laid out a blanket right there on the ridge and gave me the ride of my life. Boy talk about saddle sore. I could barely walk for a whole week after that, but that scorching hot stud cowboy couldn’t get enough of my freshman bubble butt when he saw it spread out in front of him as I arched my back while on all fours, grass stains on our knees. He bucked me like a bronco outside in the open field for the whole world to see. He’s been texting me regularly about how much he wants to see me again. I guess I’ll need to take a solo trip to the smokeys in the springtime. Hopefully he will give me another solo horseback riding lesson and this time I'm going to make sure we bring a bigger blanket.
This last encounter was a few months ago, and while working and going to school I hadn’t had time for much else. When I’m not having chance encounters with older men and writing about them in my memoirs, I am trying to maintain a high GPA, and pay the rent by waiting tables at a steak house. I still like to keep myself fit by riding my bike round campus and doing regular work outs at the gym. I look like a young Brad Pitt, or so I’ve been told, possibly just another way to flatter me, but I do agree I have a handsome clean-shaven face, luscious lips and rosy cheeks. I have an average college freshman athletic build. My hair is brown, and it’s cut short on the sides and a bit longer on the top so I can keep it quaffed up a bit without too much effort. I stand at a medium height, and I’ve always been aware that I have a nice round bubble butt that stands out when you see how thin I actually am. I was raised in the south, so I have a bit of a southern drawl, but I try to hide it, that is until I get a bit tipsy and then all bets are off.
The night of the Christmas Eve party at the Streak house I was getting a bit too tipsy and the owner Richard cut me early. He really didn’t need me after the party wound down and I decided to sit at the bar and keep Al the bartender company until his shift ended. The guest were thinning out and Richard came into the bar area and told Al he could go, while giving me a look of disapproval as I drank down the last of my Makers Mark.
Al was a taller older black man with a clean-shaven face and a bald head. He always dressed sharp, and he had an athletic build, acting very professionally, he never stuck me as gay or straight. Although he will serve me drinks, knowing that I am under age, and it seemed that this was special treatment given to me exclusively, as I had seen him card other servers and guest many times in the past.
Richard the owner had been chasing me around ever since I was stupid enough to let him seduce me into blowing him on his office desk one evening this past summer. I was relieved when for the longest time he had acted like nothing had ever happened, until one night after closing he was pretty lit up and he pawed at me and ask me to come see him in his office. Al was there behind the bar, and so I politely declined, and then promptly went home. He never really made anymore attempts after that, and the work atmosphere seemed normal going forward.
When the holidays were approaching, I had stupidly agreed to stay in town and work the big Christmas Eve Party because I needed the money. Now that I was good and tipsy and had nowhere to go but home, I made my way out the back door of the restaurant to grab my bike and ride home in the cool night air. Al had followed me out the back door, and when he saw me unlocking my bike he asked me if I needed a ride. I told him that I could manage, and he insisted on me throwing my bike in his trunk and letting him give me a lift. I walked my bike over to his big gold Impala as he opened the large trunk, and reluctantly shoved it in as far as it would go. “That’s okay, you don’t live far do you?” he ask as he unlocked the car doors and climbed into the driver’s seat to clear out some things for me so that I could sit. When I got in I could smell his cologne and the strong sent of weed. "Actually I live just down the street" I said feeling more drunk now that I was sitting down.
He ask if I wanted to smoke, and he lit up a joint he had already pre-rolled. I took the joint and hit it as he put the car in gear. The stereo played some old soul music and I loudly and drunkenly directed him to my apartment over the bass and soothing sound of the man’s voice that was singing. I wasn’t thinking about anything other than getting home and taking a shower when we parked in front of my apartment building. Al looked over at me and ask if I wanted to party some more. He showed me a baggie of white powder and that he had in the arm rest and I looked at him and gulped a bit nervously. I knew what happened to me when I did just a little bit of coke, and I didn’t know what Al was really hinting at. I told him that my roommate was gone for the break and if he wanted he could come in but I was gonna need to shower real quick. He followed me into the front door holding the door so I could get my bike in the lobby. We walked up the three flights of stairs to my apartment door, and out of breath I turned on the lights and showed him the sofa. I went into the bathroom and showered and put on some grey sweat pants, and my college alma Mader pullover, and went out in the living room to greet him. He had laid out a few bumps on the coffee table and I took the rolled up bill and graciously accepted the favor. When we both sat back and sniffed and wiped-out noses I felt an immediate rush of ecstasy.
I didn’t dare assume that Al was going to try anything, so I ask him how long he’d been working the bar at the steak house. He said he’d been there for almost ten years now, and I casually watched him sitting there positioned towards me on the couch his arms spread out and his knee closest to me slightly up on the couch his crotch wide open towards me.
I tried not to act as casual, and I sat back and turned towards him the same way with my arms resting , one arm on the back of the couch and the other arm on the arm rest that was on my left. “How old are you Al?” I said feeling the room temperature getting hotter as he eyed me. “I just turned 50 this year” he said smiling as my eyes widened. “Damn you don’t look 50!” I said and he moved to put out another bump on the coffee table. “Well I don’t feel like 50” he said and gave me the rolled up bill again. I took another snort and then resumed my casual place on the couch again rubbing my nose and feeling more of the euphoria, as I watched him do his bump and then lay back on the other side of the small sofa. “Damn that’s good stuff” he said and he started rubbing at his dick. I was dumbfounded when I saw this and I nervously stood up and went into the kitchen to grab us a few beers that I had leftover from a small get together I had had weeks before.
I offered him a beer and he took it and I sat down nervously and took a big drink and sat it down. “Richard would be so jealous if he knew I was here alone with you” he said still sitting casually facing me with his legs and arms wide open, as he held his beer in his left hand and rubbed at his crotch with his right hand. “Why do you think that?” I said nervously and sat back “Oh he’s all about you boy, he said you gave him the best head he’d ever had, and said he was gonna try to make you work overtime” I giggled and smiled at him as he rubbed his dick through his black slacks. We were both so high at that moment I didn’t know what to say.
In a trance I sat my beer down and scooted in close to him and reached over to feel his cock through his slacks. “Yeah, that’s it” he said softly “Take that dick out and suck on it” I unzipped his zipper and reached in pulled his elastic underwear band down so that I could feel his colossal cock as he undid his belt and pulled down his slacks. I waited for him to remove his slacks, and underwear and when he sat back in the same position with his arms out and his legs open with his back into the corner of the sofa, I saw it standing there, drooping from its lumbering size and girth. It must have been nine inches long, and I took a hold of it at the base as he unbuttoned his dress shirt and pulled it off leaving his white undershirt on as I moved in to get it into my greedy little mouth, while he sat back and caressed the back of my head.
“Damn son you love sucking that big ass cock, don’t you?” he cried out when I got most of it in my mouth as I squeezed the base feeling it grow harder and even more massive in my mouth. I bobbed and choked and spit on it like never before, and he squeezed the sides of the couch, sitting back and let me go at it. “Mmm Al your cock is so fucking big mmm” I said getting him super hard and close to Cumming, as I swallowed it up and down and stroked it using my drool for lubrication.
He reached over me with his big long arm as I crouched on the couch in front of him, slobbering and sucking on his massive dark cock, and he put his hand into the back of my sweat pants and started to gently caressed my buns with his big long fingers.
I gasp when I felt his fingers digging into my crack and I excitedly sat back, and pulled off my sweat pants. I wasn’t wearing underwear and my hard dick flopped back against my stomach when I lifted my legs to remove my sweatpants. He reached over and started to tug at my cock “Nice” he said as he reached over and squeezed it, now sitting beside me and stroking my big dick. I reached over and did the same and we both felt each other’s manhood mutually masturbating each other for a moment.
“Damn you are sexy” he said “I’ve been thinking about this since I first saw you” he said and I had him sit back so I could crawl up on beside him and resume sucking on his gorgeous cock. He stared to play with my ass and he felt my wet hole, and he spit and got his fingers wet, and started to pry his long black fingers inside me. I lay face down next to him on the couch with my ass up and my face in his lap slobbering all over his cock like it was a cock sucking marathon. “That ass!” he said as he fingered me slowly and then slapping my buns and making them bounce.
“Oh Al I want you to fuck me!” I said getting up and excitedly taking his hand and leading him down the hall to my bedroom. I was all in now. I took out a bottle of baby oil and squeezed some on my hand and put it on my ass and then lied over the bed with my feet still on the floor. He got behind me, and I took my oily hand and stroked his massive cock guiding it into my sweet little pink hole, my buns in his big manly hands as he pushed it into me slowly “Oh fuck it’s so big!” I cried out and he slid it in further and further. After I had guided it halfway in, I gripped the sheets a let him fill me up. “Damn Jesse! That ass is so sweet!” He said when he had it all the way in, and I could feel him pulling my hips into his lap. He kept it slow at first and I told him to fuck me hard. He started to rock into me harder and faster and I cried out “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” as he plowed his huge black cock into my dirty 18 year old hole, pulling it out and then sticking it back in over and over, causing me to shiver uncontrollably.
My knees were weak, and I got up on the bed and laid back with my legs apart, and he climbed up on top of me and lifted my legs up get on better angle. He drove himself back into my dripping wet young hole, and as he did I started to stroke myself while he gyrated his hips pushing his humongous hard cock further into my hole.
He turned me over forcefully, and got behind me again while we were both on the bed. I grabbed the head rest with both hands and let him force his way back into me putting my bubble butt up in the air for him.
“You like that big black cock don’t you son?” He said. “Oh daddy fuck me!” I replied in a muffled gasp, as I held on for dear life, taking in his massive erection again and again. I was used to men cumming much faster than thi,s but this guy at 50 was doing it all. “Oh shit Al I love that big black cock in my young white ass!” I moaned “Fuck my freshman ass Al!” he started to slow down and then I felt it erup,t as he started to seized up, and pulled my hips onto it as he leaned back a bit and spread his legs forward, my ass still on his big pole. “Oh fuck” he said as his big load oozed out of my hole, and dripped down my balls. He pulled it out and then sat back to finish the rest stroking it there until I turned around and went down to suck the last drop. “Oh my god! You just love that big black cock don't you Jesse?!” he said as I finished him off choking down the final drops. I then sat back and furiously jerked my dripping cock until it was hard again and I quickly got it to shoot all over my chest, drenching my belly with cum. He reached over and squeezed it as it dripped and slid his big hands up and down on it making me cum more. I squealed and made him stop.
We both walked back into the living room naked and in a daze, and got dressed. We both sat down and he lit a joint. We puffed a bit and he looked at me amazed “I can’t believe what just happened” he said hitting the joint “Well don’t tell Richard, he’ll be extremely jealous” I said smirking "No shit, he don't need to know or you'll be fighting him off like a robber" I laughed and we both oozed at the idea of what we just did while relaxing and catching our breath.
He promptly drank the rest of his beer, and then said goodbye, telling me that he was going to be thinking about me. I giggled and kissed him on the cheek and said I would be thinking about him too “Merry Christmas” he said. “Merry Christmas Al” I shyly said back. When he walked out the door. I was still shivering from what had just happened. The workplace would never be the same after this.I could still smell his cologne all over me.
It's a good thing I don’t go back to work for about a week, but when I do I will have to do my best to act like everything is normal. It’s difficult being a young hot twink in college and all these older men wanting me. I guess I’ll have to try to contain myself better next year.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year everybody. May you be forever horny for the young college twink that secretly wants to please you.
