mj206

Today I went to an adult book store and I sucked a man’s cock... If you saw me on the street you wouldn’t suspect a thing. To the average passerby I am a “normal”, heterosexual, masculine, alpha-type, jock guy. I’ve been attracted to women ever since my balls dropped. I date women, I love women, I fuck women - I always have and I always will, but when I was a sophomore in college I discovered the wonderfully perverted and easily accessible world of Craigslist. On Craigslist, you can search for any kind of hookup you want. Sure, the odds of finding another genuine person that’s interested in meeting you is incredibly low, but whether you’re browsing and posting in the M4M, M4W, MW4M, T4M, M4T, or whatever, you can, with enough effort, find pretty much whatever you’re looking for. And so, as a sophomore in college that wasn’t getting nearly as much pussy as he wanted, I turned to Craigslist as a release for my pent up sexual energy. In my youth I was, and still am, totally straight - in the sense that I genuinely only have a romantic attraction for women - but ever since I first became aware of my sexuality I’ve realized that pretty much anything sexual turns me on: straight, gay, bi, lesbian, trans, sci-fi, serious kink, whatever - it gets my dick hard. Hopefully it would make Alfred Kinsey proud to know that I consider myself to be romantically straight, but I can enjoy having sex with all kinds of people. So let’s work on fast forwarding to the fun bit….my twenties were full of dating women, fucking women, and occasionally, mostly during slow periods where I wasn’t fucking pussy, fucking trans women and getting fucked by men. That last part of that sentence might have thrown you. As a masculine guy that fits the classic definition of “hetero” I am inclined toward fucking women and fucking trans women, yet I am also inclined toward getting fucked / being a cock sucker for other men. After contemplating this reality for most of a decade I feel pretty comfortable explaining it thusly: with women (cis or trans) I like to play the traditional “guy” role, but with men, I enjoy the power swap of taking a bottom or even a submissive role. Make of it what you will…. So, with all of that said, here is the real story that you came looking for...I’m am 30 years old, living on the opposite side of the country that I grew up on, white, about 6 feet tall, handsome enough with blue eyes and blond hair and a fit casual athlete’s build. I’ve been in a monogamous relationship with a girl for about six months. The sex has been great, but lately I’ve had a horny itch that no amount of fucking my girlfriend can take care of. About 10 years ago, when I was fresh out of college, I finished up a short Craigslist M4M binge (my first dive into man-sex) by visiting a local porn shop that had private video booths with gloryholes in them. On that first visit to a porn shop I ended up sucking the cock of, and getting fucked (safely), by the big black cock of the front desk worker. It was a one time thing, but it’s a memory that makes me hot to this very day. So I know that adult book stores exist, and I know what goes on within the pitch black realm of the video booths...and I think it’s fucking hot. Today I had an appointment in a neighboring town that’s only about 10 miles away. On my way to the appointment in the morning I realize that today would be a great day to stop by the local porn shop and pick up some fresh poppers (thank you Craigslist gay guys for informing me about poppers!) During my appointment my mind is constantly distracted with the thought of walking into the porn shop (always so seedy yet so exciting) and asking for a little brown bottle of Rush or Amsterdam or the like. Just before noon I finish up my work at the appointment and I head over to the porn shop. I get there right at noon and am pleased to find that there’s one parking spot left - perfect. I walk into the shop fully intending to just buy a couple of bottles, and then head home to work and get through the rest of my day. I knew that with some hot porn I had already started downloading, and the fresh poppers, I’d have a nice night of jacking my cock ahead of me. But as I stood at the counter with the clerk ringing up my purchase a thought crept into my head, “it might be fun to spend a couple bucks in the arcade...sitting in a shitty folding chair, flipping the channels through hot, but unimaginative porn, sniffing these fresh poppers, and jerking a load or two out...aaaaand maybe inviting one of the waiting sketchballs (they’re always there aren’t they?) into the booth with me so I can suck his cock, or better yet, hopefully there’s a gloryhole in my booth so I can suck some cock anonymously....” As I finished up my purchase at the counter, guess what I decided? The clerk handed me my two bottles of poppers (one bottle of standard Rush and one bottle of Jungle Juice Platinum - both cold from the fridge) I handed him some cash in exchange for video coupons, and then I headed into the incredibly dark and seedy video area. As I pushed open the door the separate the video area from the main shopping area I noticed that there were about six or seven booths to the left and there were about four booths to the right. I could make out the rough shapes of two guys waiting in the shadows. I hadn’t admitted it to myself but my subconscious knew that I wanted to get a booth with a gloryhole, but this was my first time in this store’s video area and I didn’t even know if any of the booths had holes, so I just randomly headed toward the cracked door of an apparently unoccupied booth at the back left of the room. Once in the room I closed the door, noticed that there was no chair, and fished around in my pockets for the bottles of poppers. The poppers were still way too cold to be useful but I set about tearing off their wrappers and holding them tightly in my fists so they could begin to warm up. After noticing that this booth didn’t have a hole I thought about moving to another booth, but I figured that I might as well stay here and get some juices flowing before venturing back into the main room. So I slid a coupon into the video machine, clicked through the pornos, settled on an Evil Angel flick with two chicks doing obscene things to each other’s holes while a random dude occasionally injected his dick into the equation. As I stood there watching I thought about how absolutely seedy this porn shop scene was, and that, more than the porno playing on the screen, got my dick growing. After a few minutes I had my pants unbuttoned, the popper bottles under my armpits (a quick thank you to my years in the Army) and my hand lazily caressing the length of my cock. At some point a person tried to open my door from the other side, but I had engaged the lock so I remained alone in the booth. The jostle at the doorknob got my mind racing though...other cocks (presumably) were interested in having fun with me...that’s hot. After another couple of minutes I had warmed the popper bottles up to approximately room temperature so I took a hit. That familiar, exciting, and incredibly slutty feeling rushed into my body. After holding the hit in my lungs for a few seconds I exhaled and reveled in the feeling of absolute hornyness taking hold. With that big bold push I unlatched the door and walked into the main area of the video booth room. With my eyes adjusted to the darkness I could now see that one guy was standing awkwardly between the frame of the main entrance, and the frame of the closest video booth. If I opened the video booth closest to him he’d essentially be squished behind the door. Most of the 10 or so doors in the room were solidly closed and I had no idea if this meant that they were in use or not. I pulled one open, peered in, and was disappointed to see that there wasn’t a gloryhole. I did the same with another booth, and then again with a third. It appeared that none of the booths had holes. Bummer. So my attention turned back toward the booth closest to the main entrance. I pulled the door open and stepped inside. Obviously, this booth was exactly like the booth I had first settled in, but this one did have a chair which was nice. I took a seat in the chair, made sure the door was closed but not locked (important) and fired up a porno. After just a couple of minutes I pushed the door slightly ajar and waited. Within 10 seconds a man entered. I couldn’t see much, but I could tell that he was the same guy that had been hiding (of sorts) along the wall between the main door and my booth’s door. He closed the door behind him, shuffled a step or two into the small booth, and then asked me, “Which do you prefer” in a very pleasant not-American but fairly indistinguishable accent. I responded with, “I like both” which he seemed to appreciate. I quickly put a hand to his crotch, and he stuck a hand down to my hard cock which I had previously released by unbuttoning my pants while sitting in the chair. Before I knew it he had dropped his pants and standing proudly before me was a impressively thick, perfectly long uncut cock with trimmed pubes. Fucking jackpot! My first thought upon seeing this perfect specimen of manliness was, “What are the fucking odds of unbuttoning a stranger’s pants in a porn booth and getting a cock like this?” I looked up at the guy to attempt to see his face, and was pleased to see that he looked to be pretty fucking normal. Probably a professional guy of some sort - like me, which was nice. And with that thought I opened my mouth and began to worship his cock like it deserved to be worshipped. I was sitting in a shitty metal garden chair inside a tiny porn booth and Mr. No Name was standing to my eleven o’clock. The angle was slightly awkward, but I had enough range of motion to give his cock the attention it deserved. With my own cock sticking straight up out of my pants I worked on his thick member (I’m 7 inches long, cut, straight as an arrow, but not remarkably thick so I enjoy playing with “better” cock) while he leaned over and fished a coupon out of his pocket. He paid absolutely no attention to the porn on the screen as he rolled his head back in apparent bliss. After a few minutes of sucking his nice cock I sent a hand into my pocket to grab the poppers. I brought the bottle up to my nose and inhaled. Then, as a nice cocksucker should, I offered Mr. No Name a hit of my poppers. He took the bottle and began to inhale as I continued to suck on his cock. His cock was great: big but not too big, trimmed (I hate errant pubes), freshly showered, and hard as a rock. Fuck, it felt good in my mouth. Without any hesitation I began to demonstrate my minimal skills at deepthroating. I gave it a good effort and enjoyed his rough, but what I took to be appreciative, thrusts into my throat. After several minutes of worshipping his cock he leaned over to taste my hard cock. His mouth felt fucking wonderful and I immediately came to the realization that there was no way that I could endure more than a minute of his sucking. I had just enough time to unscrew the cap of a popper bottle, take a hit, and then send my hand down to my cock head to guard it from his wonderful fucking mouth - I was horny as shit but I just didn’t want to cum yet. He stood up and my mouth went back to his cock. We must have spent about 10 minutes playing this game of him sucking me for a minute, and me sucking him for 2 to 3 - back and forth. I felt like it was a fair trade At some point a jostle of the doorknob sent him into scared freakout mode, but within seconds he had checked the lock on the door, I had whispered a “what’s up?” and then his hand was back on my head and pushing me down onto his cock. All was good. After about 15 minutes he started to make really enthusiastic sounds. I really wanted to feel his thick cock explode it’s (hopefully) big load in my mouth. I could tell that he was a little disappointed that I hadn’t let him suck my cock too much, but I was determined to make it up to him by blowing his mind with my blowjob. Without warning, his cockhead began to pulse and I knew that the great moment was upon us. And then, at that exact fucking moment, the doorknob jostled again. Mr. No Name turned his body away from me to face the door, his cock head popped out of my mouth and began to spurt thick, hot, white cum all over the frame of the door that he was now facing. I couldn’t help but let out a slight chuckle as my hand darted to his cockhead, his hips dipped and bucked with the power of his orgasm, and his hand grasped the already locked doorknob to guarantee that it wouldn’t be opened by whoever was outside. Ten seconds after his orgasm began he started to regain his composure. I looked up at him, spit and pre-cum covered lips shining, and said, “What’s your email?” I don’t play with guys very often anymore, but I had the feeling that this guy was a keeper and it’d be nice if we could reconnect in the future under better circumstances at some point. He stared at me kind of blankly, and then seemed to understand what I was saying as I reached into my pocket to pull out my phone. I unlocked it, opened up a notes page, and handed it to him. He typed in a coherent but seemingly random Gmail address, and then he buttoned up his pants, got his shit in order, and then left the booth. Since I hadn’t busted my nut yet (intentionally) I figured that I’d stay in the booth and use the the two coupons that I still had. With my cock still out, I fed in the coupons, clicked through the channels, and sat back and explored my mind with thoughts of how fucking dirty it was that I had just sucked off a random dude in a porn shop video booth. Fuck. Hot. Crazy. As I sat there jerking by myself some rando tried to open to the door. It would have been hot to attempt to please another dick, but it was still just lunch time and I knew that I needed to get my poppers buzz settled before walking out, driving home, and getting some more work done. And so it was that I sat there, jerked my cock, and blew my load in a dirty-ass porn booth. Earlier this evening, and a few hours after getting home from this escapade, I sent an email to the address that Mr. No Name gave me. I didn’t want to say anything too revealing in the off chance that he had given me his personal or work email, so I just said something along the lines of “Hey, it was nice meeting you today. Let me know if this is a good email for you.” I’d really like to hear back from him, but I figure that the odds are pretty small. I wrote this story partially out of the hope that he’d see it and reply. Here’s to that hope. Sex is fun. I wish it wasn’t wrapped up in so much bullshit, but I guess I also get off on some of the taboo that we Americans have with our sex. I’d really love to hear feedback on this story, so please feel free to email me at ABSstory@gmail.com with any kind of comments. Thanks.

So it was around 2005, I was a junior at a northeastern college and I was doing ROTC as well. My sexual experiences with other people had been limited to women (dating as well), but my solo exploration was quite adventurous. As soon as I hit puberty and started masturbating I started playing with my ass. I don't know what inspired it, but I had progressed through the years from fingering myself and just generally exploring, to intentionally stretching my hole with whatever I could get my hands (ass) on. Over the years I had used markers, bananas, vegetables, shampoo bottles, water bottles, and finally, once I was older, dildos that I had purchased online. (I had also had quite a bit of experience with solo piss and scat play) Due to having a roommate at college my ass-play and exploration was quite infrequent so it wasn't like my boy-hole was a gaping mess or anything, but I knew that I would be able to comfortably take a thick cock if the time came. I had been reading the Craigslist ads for the past year or so and was really turned on by the idea of playing with an older guy. I don't know exactly why, but my interest has always been in older guys that were looking for a wet mouth and a tight ass to fuck. I've never been interested in topping a guy, and I wasn't then, and still am not very interested, in having an orgasm myself actually. If it happens at the end that's fine, but I prefer to play for a while before I have my own orgasm as I tend to lose interest after I cum. So I was 21 years old, reading the M4M section, and getting a feel for what was available in the area. I can't remember if I posted an ad or if I responded to an ad (I probably posted it) but I eventually settled on a guy in a town about 30 minutes away from school. He was a white guy, married, tall beefy but out of shape in an old man sort of way, and probably in his late 50s. After a couple of emails and probably a few picture trades we made plans to meet a few days later in the week. That whole week I was perpetually boned and both excited and extremely nervous. Not only was this my going to be my first M4M experience, but I was also a little concerned about the CL sketchy-ness of it all. So on...let's say Friday...I ditched my friends, walked to my car, and started driving to this guy's town. He had given me an address and told me to meet him at some sort of historic building in his town. Apparently he was the town historian or had some sort of role that gave him access to the building at night and he thought it would be a good location for a private rendezvous. So I drive to the given address and park on the street. To my left is an old church or train depot or something (it's crazy how the years have dulled the memory that seemed like such a big deal at the time). As I park I see a door open and there is a man silhouetted in the doorway. I get out of my car and walk across the street and up the stairs to him. At this point my heart is absolutely pounding from excitement and apprehension. We probably shook hands awkwardly and then he ushered me inside. His physical appearance was true to his pictures and he seemed like a nice enough guy. He was also obviously a little nervous, but seemed to be in better control of himself than I thought I was at the time. I remember walking through several rooms and hallways filled with simple little display cases and framed pictures until we came to a back room. While we were walking he explained his role in town and the significance of the building, but I doubt I even processed any of what he said. All I could think about was the throbbing erection I had in my pants and the pounding heart I had in my chest. Once we were in the back-room he closed the door and motioned to some blankets he had arranged on the floor. The room had that cheap kind of industrial-grade carpet and smelled of dust. He stepped close to me and asked me if I "was ok with this," and I nervously said yes. Then he put a hand on my crotch and remarked on my hardon. He didn't say anything further but he began to unbuckle my belt and unbutton my pants. He pulled my pants and underwear down and my hard cock bounced right up to attention. He cupped my balls with his big hand and began to caress my cock. I distinctly remember almost cumming right then, and so I quickly (and so nervously/excitedly) pushed myself away and said, "Can I see your cock?" He of course said yes, and then stepped back and began unbuckling his pants. As he was doing that I finished taking my pants off and then I dropped to my knees in front of him. At this point his pants were down and his briefs were exposed with an obvious erection inside. I reached up and slowly pulled his waistband down allowing his fairly large and thick cock to spring out. I pulled his briefs down to his knees and slowly began to grip and stoke his cock (the first cock I had ever touched...other than my own) He just stood there silently smiling and staring down at me. I remember desperately wanting to just gobble his cock, but knowing that with this being my first time that I should take it slowly in order to fully appreciate the moment. So I'm on my knees with his meaty cock in my hands...I look up and make eye contact with him, and then I begin to lower my lips toward his inflated cock head. As soon as my lips touch his cock I feel a wave of relief and pleasure wash over me. I remember that it felt like I had finally found something important that had been missing for far too long. I popped his head fully into my mouth and swirled my tongue around once or twice, and then I lifted his cock towards his belly and began to his and lick his shaft. Then I tipped my head to the side a bit so I could get my tongue on his heavy balls. My hand gripped his shaft and my tongue lightly licked his sack. I can still remember realizing that my nose was tightly pressed up in his sack and that his scent was incredibly sexy. After that I began to fully suck and lick him in a way that I'm sure was truly amateur After doing that for what seemed like forever, but I'm sure was only minutes, he sat on the ground and told me to get between his legs and keep sucking. He was not at all too dominant, but I do remember feeling like he was the one that was obviously in charge and knowing that I really wanted to keep pleasing him. So I kneeled on the floor and leaned forward on my stomach as I continued to suck him. At some point he began to pat and squeeze my ass and trace his fingers over my hole. So I was on the floor sucking him and he had moved onto his knees so he could lean forward and play with my hole. At this time in my life I was 5'9" and in good military shape, but I had the lean body of a runner and not a thickly muscled frame. I was probably about 145 or 150 lbs of lean muscle. I like to think that my ass was pretty cute and bouncy My body hair is naturally light except for my legs, pubes, and ass, but I used an electric trimmer to keep my leg and ass hair down, and my cock and balls were shaved smooth with my pubes being trimmed close. After a few minutes of me sucking and him touching he pulled me off his cock and told me that he wanted to fuck my ass. As absolutely great as sucking his cock was, a proper ass-fucking was what I had been waiting for so I eagerly agreed to his request. He had me turn around in the doggystyle position and gently rubbed some lube into my virgin (technically) hole. While doing this I asked him if he had brought a condom. He said that he hadn't because he was allergic to latex and that he hadn't used a condom with his wife in over a decade. He then asked me if I had fucked any other guys to which I said that I had only been fucking one girl (my girlfriend) for the past couple of years and that I was sure I was clean. He assured me that he was as well. I had gone into this thinking that a condom was going to be absolutely necessary, but in the heat of the moment I gave in. All I knew was that I wanted his big daddy cock in my horny hole. He lubed his cock and then gently pressed his fat head against my tight (from nervousness) hole. His hands gripped my side and his greasy cock began to fill me. It felt fucking incredible. The physical sensation and the psychological sense of fulfillment were amazing. As my hole warmed to his cock he began to pick up speed. At some point his hands reached down and began to jerk me off in rhythm to his thrusting and in just a few jerks he had my formerly straight cock spurting while my ass clamped down on his big dick. I was totally lost in the moment but at some point he told me that he was going to pull out and that he wanted to finish in my mouth. I pulled myself off his cock and spun around toward his cock. He sat back on his ass and once again I knelt/leaned forward to take his cock in my mouth. A few bobs of my head and a few pumps of his hips and he told me he was going to cum. Regretfully, (very regretfully) I remember jerking his cock furiously with my hands while hovering my mouth just above his cock-head. His manly cock shot a big load of cum up toward the roof of my mouth. The taste was both familiar (I had tasted my own spunk a few times) yet different and I loved it. My supremely over protective fear of STDs kept me from doing what was right and swallowing his manly gift, but I turned my head a little so the hot spunk could cover my face. As he grunted and basked in the glory of his orgasm I gingerly cleaned his cock and slowly sucked on his shrinking member. After a few moments of that we both got up, put our clothes on, and awkwardly said something like, "That was great. I'd love to do it again. Let me know if you ever want to do that again" and then we walked out and went our separate ways. I remember that on the drive home my ass was deliciously greasy and wet and that my cock just wouldn't go down. I never saw that guy again, but that encounter did launch a trend of playing with older married men about twice every year. The end. That's a totally true personal story and I'd love to hear what you guys have to think. I can't claim to have had as wild a sex life as all of the men here, but your experiences definitely feed my fantasies.

So I don't know how unusual this is, but I enjoy playing with my ass (fingering, stretching with objects, fucking with dildos etc.) and usually when I do this I get an urge (it's almost involuntary but I can control it if I concentrate) to essentially bear down like I'm trying to push out my rosebud and/or piss. If I start massaging my hole with some fingers, and then wiggle two or three fingers just inside my hole, I get the urge. If I follow my urge and bear down I typically piss (even with a boner for the most part) which can be fine when I'm in the mood for some piggy and dirty play, but sometimes I just want to enjoy the ass play without making a mess. Does anyone else have this happen to them? I think this urge is related to my prostate and it feels great to have my prostate stimulated, but it also causes this urge. Now, I began my anal explorations at a young age and I quickly learned that I enjoy challenging my ass with large objects. Using big toys definitely causes this urge and part of the process of inserting/removing big toys from my ass involves me having to bear down in order to fit them in and take them out. Is it possible that I've just learned to associate ass-play with this urge and reflex? I'm one of those "straight" guys that dates women and only plays with men a few times a year so I have a lot more experience with playing with my ass solo than I do with getting fucked, although the ten or so times that I've been fucked by a real live cock hasn't really resulted in this urge. The one time I've been fisted by another man however, did result in me pissing all over myself. Fucking myself with a large, but not crazy-large (like a replica cock of an 8 inch dick or so) sometimes does and sometimes doesn't result in this urge oddly enough. I'm 28, totally healthy and fit. Any thoughts?

So here's the thing, my ass can take a wide cock. That's no problem at all, but when it comes to length, it feels like the cock is bashing my guts and not in a good way. Cocks, toys, horny, rimmed, lubes, well prepared...no matter what, any length more than five or six inches starts to pound my insides in a painful way. I've been fucked doggie and missionary. What am I doing wrong?

So, it's a long story, but I'm a masculine and mostly straight guy that gets off on servicing other men on occasion. I have a lot of experience playing with myself (jerking, fingering my asshole, fucking my ass with toys, stretching my ass with large objects) and I have a little experience with taking real cock (about 6 real cocks over the last 5 or 6 years) and one thing that has always bothered me is that I tend to feel pain when I am getting fucked by a large cock. Whether a toy or the real thing, I can take wide dicks, but I can't seem to take long dicks. I'm eager, don't get me wrong, but when a 8+ dick is inside me it feels like the dick is pounding my guts, and not in a good way. What can I do to overcome this displeasure? Is this a position thing, a train my ass better thing, or something else? Any help would be appreciated.

Wow. After I posted last night I had a moment of regret, but I'm happy to see so much interest in this thread. I was an Army infantryman, Ranger, airborne, at that jazz, so I'm very much a guy's guy, and the injury hasn't changed any of that. Since my injury I've had a lot of time fucking women and getting fucked by men so I'd say I'm still fairly confident In all of my encounters my injuries have essentially been a "so what?" kind of thing. As I dive a little further into my kinks though I think it would be kind of hot to meet a guy that didn't just not care (which is absolutely wonderful gents, from the greater disability community thank you), but that actively got off of the idea of fucking a man with no nuts. Just a curiosity of mine I suppose. I do miss the feeling of having my balls sway back and forth as I take a dick though. I'm in one of the southern suburbs of San Francisco by the way. And I'm not chasing any bugs of any kind. No disrespect to you dirty fuckers that are but that's not my thing. But if anyone here is interested in playing safely just let me know.

So, I'm a fit, masculine, handsome, mostly straight (date women, but fuck guys on occasion) guy that lost his balls in a combat injury about five years ago. I've still got a great dick, but back in the day when I was given the choice to have prosthetic balls installed I just said no thanks. Now I've got a cock and an empty sack. I'm honestly fine with the injury (other than not being able to have biologic children some day. That's a bummer) but lately I've been creating some kind of hot fantasies about playing with a guy that gets off on my lack of balls/ manhood if you will. Like I said, I'm masculine and quite confident, but I do enjoy being a bit of a submissive slut when I'm with a man. What do you think about that? I'm not really seeking any advice, I'm just hoping to spark some conversations. Second question, how do you guys feel about playing with guys with disabilities. I'm a double leg amputee too so I walk with two prosthetic legs. They get in the way during sex so they usually come off. Hasn't slowed me down with hetero or gay sex. I'm sure someone here has a disability fetish. Love to hear from a sick fucker like that

It was around 2005, I was a junior at a northeastern college and I was doing ROTC as well. My sexual experiences with other people had been limited to women (dating as well), but my solo exploration was quite adventurous. As soon as I hit puberty and started masturbating I started playing with my ass. I don't know what inspired it, but I had progressed through the years from fingering myself and just generally exploring, to intentionally stretching my hole with whatever I could get my hands (ass) on. Over the years I had used markers, bananas, vegetables, shampoo bottles, water bottles, and finally, once I was older, dildos that I had purchased online. (I had also had quite a bit of experience with solo piss and scat play.) Of course, as I had a roommate at college, my ass-play and exploration was quite infrequent so it wasn't like my boy-hole was a gaping mess or anything, but I knew that I would be able to comfortably take a thick cock - if the time came. I had been reading the Craigslist ads for a year or so and found myself really turned on by the idea of playing with an older guy. I don't know exactly why, but my interest has always been in older guys that were looking for a wet mouth and a tight ass to fuck. I've never been interested in topping a guy, and I wasn't then, and still am not very interested, in having an orgasm myself actually. If it happens at the end that's fine, but I prefer to play for a while before I have my own orgasm as I tend to lose interest after I cum. So I was 21 years old, reading the M4M section, and getting a feel for what was available in the area. I can't remember if I posted an ad or if I responded to an ad (I probably posted it) but I eventually settled on a guy in a town about 30 minutes away from school. He was a white guy, married, tall beefy but out of shape in an old man sort of way, and probably in his late 50s. After a couple of emails and probably a few picture trades we made plans to meet a few days later in the week. That whole week I was perpetually boned and both excited and extremely nervous. Not only was this my going to be my first M4M experience, but I was also a little concerned about the CL sketchy-ness of it all. So on...let's say Friday...I ditched my friends, walked to my car, and started driving to this guy's town. He had given me an address and told me to meet him at some sort of historic building in his town. Apparently he was the town historian or had some sort of role that gave him access to the building at night and he thought it would be a good location for a private rendezvous. I drove to the given address and parked on the street. To my left was an old church or train depot or something (it's crazy how the years have dulled the memory that seemed like such a big deal at the time). As I parked I saw a door open and there was a man silhouetted in the doorway. I got out of my car and walked across the street and up the stairs to him. At this point my heart was absolutely pounding from excitement and apprehension. We probably shook hands awkwardly and then he ushered me inside. His physical appearance was true to his pictures and he seemed like a nice enough guy. He was also obviously a little nervous, but seemed to be in better control of himself than I thought I was at the time. I remember walking through several rooms and hallways filled with simple little display cases and framed pictures until we came to a back room. While we were walking he explained his role in town and the significance of the building, but I doubt I even processed any of what he said. All I could think about was the throbbing erection I had in my pants and the pounding heart I had in my chest. Once we were in the back-room he closed the door and motioned to some blankets he had arranged on the floor. The room had that cheap kind of industrial-grade carpet and smelled of dust. He stepped close to me and asked "Are you okay with this?" Nervously, I answered 'yes'. Then he put a hand on my crotch and remarked on my hard on. He didn't say anything further but he began to unbuckle my belt and unbutton my pants. He pulled my pants and underwear down and my hard cock bounced right up to attention. He cupped my balls with his big hand and began to caress my cock. I distinctly remember almost cumming right then, and so I quickly (and so nervously/excitedly) pushed myself away and said, "Can I see your cock?" Of course he replied 'yes' and then stepped back to unbuckle his pants. As he was doing that I finished taking off my pants and then dropped to my knees in front of him. At this point his pants were down and his briefs were exposed with an obvious erection inside. I reached up and slowly pulled his waistband down allowing his fairly large and thick cock to spring out. I pulled his briefs down to his knees and slowly began to grip and stoke his cock, which was the first cock I had ever touched...other than my own. He just stood there silently smiling and staring down at me. I remember desperately wanting to just gobble his cock, but knowing that with this being my first time that I should take it slowly in order to fully appreciate the moment. So, I was on my knees with his meaty cock in my hands. I looked-up and made eye contact with him, and then I lower my mouth towards his inflated cock head. As soon as my lips touch his cock I felt a wave of relief and pleasure wash over me. I remember that it felt like I had finally found something important that had been missing for far too long. I popped his head fully into my mouth and swirled my tongue around once or twice, and then lifted his cock towards his belly and began to his and lick his shaft, and then tipped my head to the side a bit so I could get my tongue on his heavy balls. My hand gripped his shaft and my tongue lightly licked his sack. I can still remember realizing that my nose was tightly pressed up in his sack and that his scent was incredibly sexy. After that I began to fully suck and lick him in a way that I'm sure was truly amateur. After doing that for what seemed like forever, but I'm sure was only minutes, he sat on the ground and told me to get between his legs and keep sucking. He was not at all too dominant, but I do remember feeling like he was the one that was obviously in charge and knowing that I really wanted to keep pleasing him. I knelt on the floor and leaned forward on my stomach as I continued to suck him. At some point he began to pat and squeeze my ass, tracing his fingers over my hole. After a minute or so, he reached back further, and seriously played with my hole. At this time in my life I was 5'9" and in good military shape, but I had the lean body of a runner and not a thickly muscled frame. I was probably about 145 or 150 lbs of lean muscle. I like to think that my ass was pretty cute and bouncy. My body hair is naturally light except for my legs, pubes, and ass, but I used an electric trimmer to keep my leg and ass hair down, and my cock and balls were shaved smooth with my pubes being trimmed close. After a few minutes of me sucking and him touching he pulled me off his cock and told me that he wanted to fuck my ass. As absolutely great as sucking his cock was, a proper ass-fucking was what I had been waiting for so I eagerly agreed to his request. He had me turn around in the doggystyle position and gently rubbed some lube into my virgin (technically) hole. While doing this I asked him if he had brought a condom. He said that he hadn't because he was allergic to latex and that he hadn't used a condom with his wife in over a decade. He then asked me if I had fucked any other guys to which I said that I had only been fucking one girl (my girlfriend) for the past couple of years and that I was sure I was clean. He assured me that he was as well. I had gone into this thinking that a condom was going to be absolutely necessary, but in the heat of the moment I gave in. All I knew was that I wanted his big daddy cock in my horny hole. He lubed his cock and then gently pressed his fat head against my tight (from nervousness) hole. His hands gripped my side and his greasy cock began to fill me. It felt fucking incredible. The physical sensation and the psychological sense of fulfillment were amazing. As my hole warmed to his cock he began to pick up speed. At some point his hands reached down and began to jerk me off in rhythm to his thrusting and in just a few jerks he had my formerly straight cock spurting while my ass clamped down on his big dick. I was totally lost in the moment but at some point he told me that he was going to pull out and that he wanted to finish in my mouth. I pulled myself off his cock and spun around toward his cock. He sat back on his ass and once again I knelt/leaned forward to take his cock in my mouth. A few bobs of my head and a few pumps of his hips and he told me he was going to cum. Regretfully, (very regretfully) I remember jerking his cock furiously with my hands while hovering my mouth just above his cock-head. His manly cock shot a big load of cum up toward the roof of my mouth. The taste was both familiar (I had tasted my own spunk a few times) yet different and I loved it. My supremely over protective fear of STDs kept me from doing what was right and swallowing his manly gift, but I turned my head a little so the hot spunk could cover my face. As he grunted and basked in the glory of his orgasm I gingerly cleaned his cock and slowly sucked on his shrinking member. After a few moments of that we both got up, put our clothes on, and awkwardly said something like, "That was great. I'd love to do it again. Let me know if you ever want to do that again" and then we walked out and went our separate ways. I remember that on the drive home my ass was deliciously greasy and wet and that my cock just wouldn't go down. I never saw that guy again, but that encounter did launch a trend of playing with older married men about twice every year. The end. That's a totally true personal story and I'd love to hear what you guys have to think. I can't claim to have had as wild a sex life as all of the men here, but your experiences definitely feed my fantasies.