I was living in San Francisco in the late 70's. Had only had sex with a man once before, curtesy of a glory hole at my college, a concept I couldn't resist. But years had gone by, and I was living in the city, working at a store 6 days a week, and rarely going on dates. But one night I was driving on Geary street, and I was so horny I thought I'd explode, I pulled over to give the once over to a hooker. She came up to the door of my company van and smiled and asked what I was looking for. When I realized she was a he I laughed and apologized for making a mistake. She reached in the car and grabbed hold of my cock thru my pants and told me that I hadn't made a mistake. I tried to resist, but she got in the van anyway.
She said "Look, we don't have to if you don't want to, but could you give me a ride home?" So I gave her a ride somewhere up in the hills and as we pulled over to stop she pulled me out of the driver's seat and led me to the back of the van. A latino with satiny skin, she kissed my neck and then pulled my throbbing cock out of my pants... then she pulled my hand under her dress to her own throbbing cock, which I started to stroke and suck as she sucked mine. Her cock was long and thin and slippery as it went in and out of my lips, with my own cock thick and pulsating between hers. We both exploded in a sea of cum, gasping for breath under the sexual torrent. She refused to take any money for me, thanking me for the ride and sending me on my merry way. I've always had a fondness for tv's ever since then, but have yet to find one was pretty as her!
See, I'm bisexual, and most of the time I'm primarily attracted to women. But when I want good, hot sex without all the baggage, I like a nice juicy cock between my lips. So with a raging hardon in my pants, I headed for the nearby adult bookstore that I knew had gloryholes. I don't know what it is about sex through a gloryhole that's such a turn-on for me.
As I have grown older, the nights have left me more restless. Not only was I restless, but also my cock was stirring in my briefs. That's not too bad for a guy of sixty-five. Most of my life I have known I was different. In my senior years, I have become more and more attracted to men. Just to lie naked next to a man with my eyes closed and kiss him deep and fondle his cock and balls.
I gather the most pleasure from having a nice hard cock in my mouth and a man forcing me to suck it. To understand why this is you have to look at where it all began. It all began when I was just thirteen. I spent the summers with my mom at our cottage in the valley. The cover read "Slaves to Cock".
I had the weekend to myself, so I went to a small town just south of where I lived at the time. The year was 1962. I had been to the Grey Hound Bus terminal, read amongst the writings on the wall of another bus terminal in town, by a major hotel, where the action was hot and heavy, and quiet. I loved quiet ! So I went there with high hopes, and a hot piece of man-meat hungry to be sucked.
The dormitory I lived in was a temporary building , with very small individual rooms, and with a community shower on each of the two floors. One of the first people I made friends with was a guy named Tom. We would get together after we were through studying and shoot the bull for about a half hour, then head for the showers. I had bunk beds, and Tommy slept in the upper.
Found an Adult theater & a couple of bookstores with video booths. One of the bookstores had had some really big booths & several had glory holes. I settled in watch a hot film of several men with one lady, & took a look through the glory hole next to my bench. I saw a guy stroking a real nice medium sized cock. He saw me & moved over so that I could get his cock.
I am the most un-feminine or gay acting man that you will ever encounter. Strangely, I always wanted to be the one having a nice large dick sliding in and out of my mouth. I wanted to be the one on my back, legs up in the air and being fucked up my ass. I wanted to be the one having another guy manhandle me and have his way with me, anyway he chooses. They love dominating the dominator.
High cheek bones, large long faced, long flat sided nose, black straight hair, huge eyes. He was all native. Native natural beauty. He ignored me in the hall but left his booth door open as I walked down the hall and silently welcomed me as I walked in his booth. He was so macho, I was surprised he allowed me in there. He was so traditionally straight looking and acting it was a shock to me.
I was really bored. The house was in a secluded area in Indiana. I was born and raised in the City of Chicago, so life was quite boring in Indiana. We bought a nice house though. It was huge with a in-ground pool, shower house, and a lot of land. The only other house within the next ten miles was only about fifty feet away and the new neighbors just moved in after us.
I am free. I can finally be myself, almost a brand new identity. All my friends at school call me Trey. That's a new one to me, but I wanted it that way. I was always Terry in school, and it made me feel young, as if I were underage, so no clubbing for me. That summer before freshman year I knew things were going to change. So I guess I should tell you a little about myself.
I am in my mid 20's and had recently been living in the Washington, D. C. area. I just finished graduate school after putting in many years of hard work, and I had received a great job offer from a company in the mid-west. If I accepted the offer, my salary would more than triple. With this offer, I could start to feel my career taking off. The trip would change my life in more ways than one.
It was late and we just finished putting the tent up. We were getting ready to go to sleep when my friend went to close the tent windows and he was wearing nothing and he was very hard. I was in my sleeping bag and just seeing him got me very hard. He was just walking around the tent not saying to much.
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