[michaelbeaty]

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This is an absolutely true story about how I became
addicted to older men and the event that led to me
sucking my first cock. This is my first attempt at
writing and I will try to recreate the event as
accurately as I can remember. I am not a professional
writer just a guy wanting to share his first bj
experience. (MM, older male, exh, reluc, oral, 1st)

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My name is Mike, and I was an average size young guy
about 5'7 and tipped the scales at a lean 165 pounds.
I was often told that I was an attractive guy that
resembled the younger version of the county western
singer Clint Black. I felt that I was a good looking
kid and I liked to flirt and flaunt my sex appeal. I
was 19 years old and drudging my way through community
college while working the midnight shift in a local
convenience store. My royal blue shift shirts were
typically unbuttoned one notch below the manager's
tolerance level exposing my chest for the occasional
peeper.

My ass was intentionally snuggled firmly into my
favorite pair of white Guess jean. I refused to wear
anything under them and often wondered if my dark
brown hair or package was noticeable through the
material. I guess I was a typical kid of that age who
had a little bit of potential and a whole lot of cocky
attitude.

At the time I was living with my steady girlfriend in
a tiny apartment. I was not in love, but she was
steady rent money and a quick, easy release for my
over charged sex drive and super thrived sexual
curiosity. At that age I had basically self-restricted
my sexual adventures to heterosexual fun. I admit that
I was a selfish boyfriend and really basked in the
benefits of being a young stud. I took every available
opportunity to take sexual 'advantages' of the
inexperienced younger girls merely by convincing them
that 'I LOVED THEM' at that moment, regardless of my
live-in girlfriend status.

However, like most kids, when I was a young teenager I
experimented a little with bi-sexuality. Often, my
friends and I would do the infamous, teenage 'double
dare' each other into circle-jerks while someone took
their turn at dreaming over the Hustler or Swank
magazines that we stole from our father's secret
hiding spot or the occasional collection we found in
the local woods. The nasty porn magazines with the
pages all stuck together with dried cum. I would often
close my eyes and imagine myself secretly watching
some horny, perverted dude stroking his cock while
fantasying about his neighbor's daughter; milking his
cock all over the centerfold pages of those nude young
girls.

I admit that I enjoyed the feel of my buddies' dicks
in my grip jerking them until their sperm splattered
all over my hands. I would continue to stroke them
until my palms were fully drenched and cum dripped
from my fingertips.

There is not much to do when you work the midnight
shift at a 7-11 store in Dallas, Texas except get in
trouble somehow. I spent many of my early morning
shifts jacking off in the storage room while browsing
our wide selection of porn magazines that the store
distributed. There was a camera in the backroom and I
often wondered if anyone every reviewed the tapes. I
secretly hoped that someone had watched them at some
point. Sure, I was supposed to be stocking shelves
with fresh merchandise or peering down the 'would be'
shop lifters. But, I thought I could leave most of
that hard work to the dedicated morning shift. I spent
most of my available time on more personal
entertainment, having trashy phone sex with strangers.

You see our store was located just on the border of
the controversial, artsy side of town. In other words,
we were positioned next to the gay section of Dallas
known as Oak Lawn. Each and every night I would get
dozens of calls from primarily men. These guys had
frequented our store at some point and saw me behind
the counter. I am a very social person and enjoy
talking to everyone. Well, at 2AM after the bars had
closed and the buzz had turned to drunk, these guys
had only one topic to discuss, SEX!!!

I was a horny young guy and had bad intentions mixed
with kinky sexual curiosity. I enjoyed most any kinky
sex, role playing and even voyeurism a buddy butt fuck
my girlfriend after we arranged for her to have far
too many Tequilas to drink. I loved listening to these
guys squirm as I would taunt them with seductive
possibilities. I must admit that each conversion left
me horny as hell and needing to jerk off.

Furthermore, I was starting to allow that old teenage
sexual exploration to surface again in my hardening
groin. I could spend hours on the phone teasing in a
low, sexy, pleading voice describing my sexual desires
to become the party favor at a gay sex orgy. I pleaded
to be tied face down on the kitchen table with my
boxers yanked around my knees while blindfolded for
complete strangers.

I enjoyed describing how each guy would force his way
in line to be the next cock pumping my tight little
pink ass hole. Another favorite tease I often shared
was a fantasy of how I had to suck off some son-of-
bitch that was black mailing me with sexual
exploration pictures of me engaged in fag sex. All
this teasing was done in jest and was just an outlet
to kill the boredom during the lonely 11-7 AM shift
knowing full well it was basically bull-shit ramblings
to a bunch of drunken masturbating perverts.

However, I was opening Pandora's Box and I loved it.
My sexual appetite and insatiable curiosity started to
control my better judgment. I started to agree to
casual hook-ups with a few of the more vocal,
demanding types. For whatever reason, this personality
trait was prominent in the older guys. I personally
wasn't aroused by the softer boys who were in touch
with their decorating or fashion side. I went with
what I knew best from my past teenage bi-sexual
experiences, hand jobs. I offered a few of the more
nasty men a naughty, oiled up hand job. I told them to
pick me up outside the store an hour or so before my
11PM shift and I promised a nice nut blowing orgasm in
their car. I met with several guys and I was really
starting to enjoy myself again and realized the
thought of a hard cock remained in my mind throughout
the days.

I started to receive several calls from a guy named
Bill. He claimed to be 51 which would put him at least
32 my elder. He went into full details of each and
every dimension of his body. Bill described himself as
an average Caucasian working stiff with a 'never
ending marriage' and that his wife was well beyond her
hormonal prime or interest. His weight was a chubby
230 pounds on a 5'10 frame. He had a spare tire around
his midsection that hung just over his belt and his
hair was '27 years of boring marriage' worth of gray
hair.

However, he made up for what he lacked in
sophistication with a 7.5'' uncut cock that could stay
hard all night. I remember that he called himself a
'shower and not a grower', he said his cock hung a
good 6.5'' limp. His description made me chuckle
because that is a fine size in my opinion and a full
inch longer than mine when fully erect. He had a bad
attitude and was in poor physical condition. He was
absolutely nothing that I would be attracted to and
probably would be even a little on the gross side for
my age.

Something about this guy just seemed to intrigue me
and turn me on. I think the nasty wrongness of the
whole situation is what made it so sexually appealing.
We arranged to meet outside the store about 10 pm. I
was actually off work that particular evening but, I
liked to keep that a secret as it is a great excuse
for me to return promptly.

Bill was on time and drove up in a standard, clean,
older model Ford pickup. I walked to the passenger
side window and as he lowered the glass. I quickly
noticed he wore a pair of navy blue Dockers slacks
with a black long sleeve shirt with the cuffs rolled
at the wrists and the hem was un-tucked at the waist.
He was listening to 60's rock music on some local
radio station while a high-ball glass adorning a Jack
Daniel's insignia rested on the dash.

He spoke, 'You ready for this, kid? Let's go!'

It wasn't much of an introduction and the way he spoke
seemed to make me question the romance of the
situation. His voice was rough as if he smoked most of
his early years and the tone was that of a person who
doesn't handle his liquor pleasantly. I climbed in the
passenger seat and surveyed the situation. The truck
was clean with a full single bench seat across the
front.

The dash had a long crack from the relentless Texas
sun. He had a plastic tray holder on the floor and a
5th bottle of Jack Daniels in the cup resting spot. He
offered his hand and said 'Ya made it'. His grip was
powerful and I felt he was trying to make a statement
with it. He offered up his bottle of Jack. I asked if
he had an extra glass I could use and in a seemly
uneducated replied he stated, 'You don't need no glass
boy!!' Sometimes we should listen to our inner voice
and retreat from danger but, I ignored common sense
and said, 'Let's roll.'

We took off in the truck down West Mockingbird Lane as
I moved over closer to him on the bench seat. If
you're not familiar with the Dallas through ways let me
tell you that road is busy at 10:30 PM, even on a
weekday evening. We didn't have much in common to talk
about except our usual nightly phone sex topics. He
requested that I get naked as we drove. He said it was
a short drive to where we were going. He wanted to see
young body nude and the tight ass that he jerked off
to nightly. I told him I was worried about the police
busting me being nude. He just looked at me long and
hard without much expression.

Hesitantly, I removed my shirt and pants and sat them
on the floor. His eyes penetrated my body up and down.
We both continued to hit his bottle with some reckless
abandonment. Surprisingly, he snatched up my pants and
placed them on the dash as is they were a trophy of
his accomplishment. The windows were down from our
earlier introduction when I approached the truck. The
night breeze felt soothing on my aroused, engorged
skin and the whiskey buzz had really started to loosen
up the atmosphere.

I leaned into him and started to rub his leg and
squeezed his crotch while whispering sexy trash as he
drove. I unzipped his pants and lowered them enough to
get hand access to his cock and balls. His cock was
long and hung limp at least the 6'5" that he
described. He had a large mushroom shaped head that
was partially hidden by his uncut foreskin. His balls
were large and floated in the ample room of the sack
that old men seem to acquire through many years of
gravity. I gripped his cock and began to stroke him
with while my imagination lusted to see him fully
erect.

This was the first time that I had been completely
naked in front of one of my hookups. My nervous were
tense with excitement and my cock was rock hard. He
enjoyed stroking my bare back as I leaned in closer to
be near him. My heart raced as I stroked his hard cock
on the open road. He changed lanes from right to left
in order to pass a slow moving car. I stopped
masturbating him and reached for my clothes. He
grabbed my hand and returned it to his cock reassured
me that is was dark, just relax and stay low.

I crouched down as he placed his firm grip over my
hand and began to methodically masturbate himself with
my hand. I have no idea if the driver noticed me
hunched over in his bare lap or not, but I felt
totally exposed and I was completely lost in the lust
of the moment. The embarrassment of being possibly
caught stroking another man's dick drove my libido
over the limit and made my balls begged for relief. We
shared this hide and seek ritual threw several red
lights and past a few sight seers in the slow lane.

Soon, we turned into a large parking lot. The space
was adjacent to storefront buildings at each entrance
and a 24x7 adult book store nestled into the center.
This area is known for late night activity of hookers,
porn stores and drug dealers. Bill parked the truck
along a chain linked fence. He released the seat and
slid it back for more comfort. There were nearly a
dozen vehicles in the parking lot with men coming and
going oblivious to our circumstance. Many of them
lingered in the parking lot desperately lurking for
any sign of romantic invitation while others flogged
through nudity magazines with the dome light in their
car's providing the only entertainment for self-
relief.

I thought to myself that this is a lot of effort for a
hand job, but my hormones took over where my brain
questioned. I was drunk and completely naked in a
stranger's pickup truck that was stowed in a parking
lot of a porn store. I was chaperoned by an older
'beer gutted' pervert whose pants were positioned
around his ankles. I oiled up his cock with baby oil
and I began to hammer stroke his swollen cock while I
delivered some trashy rehearsed porn prologue to
stimulate his sinful imagination.

'Yeah Bill, you like me stroking that fucking cock,
don't you?'

"I can tell by your hard cock that you like a young
MAN stroking that dick, you fucking pervert!!"

His cock was rock hard; his head was resting back on
the seat and would only rise if he heard voices
nearby. My body was slid close to his with my head
resting on his shoulder and chest muscles while my
eyes betrayed me with voyeurism of my own hand pumping
another man's cock that was tucked well below his
healthy gut.

Bill reached for his glass of whiskey and slurped what
remained in the glass. He was moaning uncontrollably
and stammering in a low, barely audible voice.

"That feels so fucking good, ahhhhhhh, fuck yes,
that's it boy.'

My hand slipped up and down over his long oiled up
cock. I noticed he had a thick vein that bulged out
from one side and ran the length of his shaft. I
enjoyed caressing it because it seemed to apply
sensation to him that was visually apparent in his
reactions. I felt Bill's hand sliding up and down my
back with increasing tension as his breathing seemed
to announce his approaching orgasm. Determined, he
placed both hand on the back of my head and shoved my
face downward over his belly and buried in his lap.
His actions startled me and I quickly attempted to
rise from his crotch.

'SUCK THAT FUCKING COCK you god damn tease,' he said.

His left hand gripped his cock and guided the tip
straight up toward my face. His large powerful right
hand engulfed the back of my head and with much
strength pushed my mouth toward his crotch. My lips
brushed against the oily mushroom.

'Come on boy, let's go, suck that cock!!'

I could smell the musky scent of a working man's
sweaty balls. I could taste the salty mixture of oil
and cum lubricant that darned my lips. My mind
filtered through a millions reasons why to resist
this, but my lust was overpowering my judgment. I
opened my mouth and allowed his bare dick to slip past
my tongue with a nonstop decent down my throat. I have
never given a blowjob before, but I had plenty of
experience encouraging non-cooperative young girls on
their first oral attempt.

His hands gripped my head firmly as he seemed to use
my mouth to masturbate his erection. I didn't have to
assist much; his hands freely forced my head in a
bobbing deep throat rhythm. The more I gagged on his
head penetrating my throat the deeper he pushed the
next thrust. My hands were resting on his thighs
levitating my body against his downward force. My eyes
were watering with each thrust into my tender throat.

I began to submit and was no longer resisting his face
fucking. I began to sinfully moan uncontrollably with
each pump. He lifted my head to just at the tip of his
cock and began to hump my mouth from below. His hard
cock trusted deep into my mouth with discerning
revenge for the men whom I had taunted in the past. I
leaned in his lap motionless as he fucked me in a
steady pattern. He lowered his hips to the seat until
his mushroom was at edge of my lips then trusted it
deep into my swollen throat. Each of his pumps rolled
his foreskin back exposing a pink silky texture below.
The taste of his cock was incredible and a huge turn
on. I loved being treated like the slut I portrayed in
my phone fantasies.

He repeated, 'Suck it faggot, take my cock you fucking
bitch'.

Bill was close and did a final hump upward to initiate
his eruption into my mouth. He continued to milk his
dick into my mouth using my head to message his
ejaculation. I wanted his load; I wanted to swallow it
for him. I gulped the way I encouraged all my prior
girlfriends to do when I blew in their mouths. The
taste was salty and thick and coated my tongue. I
enjoyable the flavor more than I ever imagined and I
feared I was a cocksucker for life. It was going to be
a challenge to return to our missionary sex with my
girlfriend. He released my head and I rose from his
lap and blame it on the booze or my hormones, but all
I could come up with was, 'God Damn! That was fucking
hot! I want more!'

I just stared at him speechless. He raised his pants
and said, 'Can't wait to do that again,' and started
the car. I spent the drive back making out with his
cock. I kissed and caressed the silky skin over my
face. I licked the slit at the mount of his head while
deep throating his shaft beyond my comfort level. I
did not care if anyone saw us or was disgusted by me.
We returned to the store and parked in the employee
spots directly behind the building. I finally found
relief masturbating in his front seat as he described
his 'fuck' plans for my body.

'Call ya tomorrow night,' he stated as he reached and
dropped my jeans out his driver's side window. I
exited his car and made a bare ass dash to get my
pants on before any customers drove past. I laughed
the whole time thinking how much damn fun this was.

END

Contact me if you want more details,
michael.beaty at rocketmail .com