A Facebook post recently brought me back to my past. More about that post later, but here's the past part. I'm 56 now, but in 1973 I was an oversexed teen much more into guys than girls. I remember being around 120#, soaking wet, slim, almost hairless with a very slim build and always Horney. Back then I was always the target of the chicken-hawks, today, I guess I'd be called a twink.
Contrary to today, there wasn't much action in Rhode Island, so when I met some guys from Boston's Back Bay, I found the action I was looking for and learned the ropes fast. Back then, gay sex wasn't as open as it is now, and the parties were in seedy locations and the crowds were mixed. I never failed to come home satisfied, and usually filled with cum, lots. My trips to Back Bay became more frequent and I became a regular in the scene.
I met this guy named Tony from Hull, who had a side business making and selling VHS tapes. This wasn't Hollywood, but a local market of specialty videos, crude and with no production values. Tony asked me if I needed some cash and that he was looking for someone with my type, size and shape. Being the oversexed teen I was, I said sure, why not do on tape what I was doing at the parties anyway. Well, after a couple of videos, I realized it wasn't as much fun as I expected and the money sucked. I went back to the party scene and didn't think any more of it. I had a bit of a reputation as being an easy bottom, and even today, I love assplay with huge toys. Don't get me wrong, I love cock of all shapes and sizes, but living at home back then, I didn't have or even know about the toys like I have now.
Tony met me at a party a couple weeks later, telling me he had a friend visiting from the UK, and he was again looking for me to make a new film. He said his friend Peter had seen one of the vids and wanted to meet me. We agreed to meet the next club night.
The next club night I was hanging out with some friends, and in walked this hunk of a guy with Tony, dark, ripped and tall. He caught my view and came over to introduce Peter, a black model from the UK. From the 1st words out of his mouth in that accent, I melted. We chatted a bit and he finally asked if I wanted to leave and go to his motel. I jumped at the thought and left trailing behind him. Breaking the ice with a beer, Peter grabbed the back of my neck and planted a quick kiss and told me my film made him cum. Unbuttoning his shirt, I found out right away just how ripped his body was and not wanting to waste any time, started to undress myself. As my shirt came off I glanced over as he dropped his shorts and gasped. I'd been with a few guys and been pounded hard by guys that I though were big, 8 or 9 inches, but Peter was huge, and uncut. God, he had to be 11", super thick and rock hard with his cockhead stretching out of its hood. In all honesty, even thru all these years, he had the biggest cock I've ever met in person. I was apprehensive and super Horney at the same time; never had I had a cock that big. Peter saw the look on my face, and smiled. I was captivated by it and it drew me to touch it. After a quick exploration, I bent over and took the head in my mouth. Peter groaned and we almost fell to the bed. I wanted to be all over him as we embraced. As he stroked my hairless body I worked my tongue over his cock and balls, thinking, no way I could take all this. Peter grabbed my ass and started to insert a finger, then two, then he pulled away. Reaching over to the bed stand, he grabbed a wad of Vaseline (condoms weren't a concern then and Vaseline was the lube of choice). I felt him put the cool lube around my hole and he worked it in with his fingers. Literally picking me up, while lying on his back, he put me over his midsection and asked me if I was ready. He said; take it slow, I'm in no rush. I slowly slid down and he placed his cock against my rosebud. The head of his cock slipped in without a problem and I felt relieved, as I was really worried it was going to be too big. As I slowly started to move I felt him slip a couple of inches more in, now I was feeling the stretch, wow, tight and full. With his hands on my hips, I began to wiggle, feeling awesome, but very stuffed, almost uncomfortable. God was he thick. Slowly, working hard, I took more, gradually getting to about 8 or 9 inches, and remember thinking, that's it. My limit, about what I had before but thicker. Peter had 3 or 4 inches more to give. As he worked a little faster and I began to pump up and down, I felt better and better, but still I was at my limit of 8 or 9 inches. Peter wanted more and I was game. Flipping me over, when he took my legs and placed them against his chest I felt him slide out of me. I said fuck, sorry, smiling he placed it back against my hole, and in one push, when all the way in, I mean all the way. I had it all and I was stuffed. Well, he played my like a piano and in a few minutes, filled me with his cum with a groan. God was it good. Looking down at his cock in me, I realized I had cum at some point, but didn't realize it, as it was so intense. We showered and went back to the club and met my friends, then spent the night back at his motel, where we did it all again. We never did make that movie; he got involved with work and left for the UK a day later. We kept in touch for a year of two but eventually, I went away to college and we lost track.
Fast forward to now, well, last month, I updated my Facebook page and I got a message requesting a friend approval, from a Peter from the UK. After all these years, Peter had tracked me down on the social networking site. He is well, we shared a couple of pictures and he's still as sexy as I remember. We've each changed a bit, me a few pounds heavier and more hair (although I'm almost bald now) and he's gray and very distinguished looking. I'm still a hungry bottom and he's still an interested top.
He's coming to the US in February, and we've got a date to catch up. I'm hoping for more.