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"you want to see my butt now?" The lad spoke with just a hint of nervousness to his voice.
"Emm... yeah, sure, just let me get ready" I replied, equally nervously. I unbuckled my belt and slid my jeans down over my boxers and already hard tackle. My guy was peeping out through the slit, damp with pre-cum.
The lad manfully pulled down his jocks, turned, bent over, and presented me with his chunky 21year old butt-cheeks. Stunning.
He was a real lad. Totally straight acting. Not a hint of queeny camp. Not that I'm averse to campy guys, as long as they're cute. A camp twink is delicious. But once they've passed 30- and unless they're seriously hot- I don't get off on camp guys. I'm not overly camp myself, but I'm also long since passed being a twink. In fact, this very situation is a kind of mirror to what I encountered many times back in the day, only from the opposite side;
I had picked this lad up from a lane -- from the lane where most of the easy trade still went on, even in these days of social media hookups. I've never gotten into that scene. I just can't feel comfortable cruising through online meat markets. I'm 43, but as far as social media sex-life goes, I'm a dinosaur. I prefer the old way, the way as I found it first when I came out at 17. The laneway. I was there in the summer of '99 offering my fit young arse to hot lads for free, or the older dudes -- for renumeration of course. Always safe, mind.
That lane was where, in early '01 when I was 19, the photographer for a trashy twink porn mag picked me up and had me pose for the first time back at his place. The guy was probably the same age as I am now -- or even younger. I can remember being totally not into him, but getting off on the very fact that I had been chosen to pose for his glossy smut-rag.
He had got me in his own home room to flex my arse to him and I'd finally allowed him to eat me out as he tugged his middle aged schlong. He moaned in ecstasy as he did. "so fucking hot... fucking hot, boy.." etc etc.
Now it's long since become my turn to pick em up and get em to drop down. I don't work for a porn publication (are those even still a thing anymore?). I just enjoy some hot young ass occasionally. I have a fuck buddy my own age who's a really good friend, but to be honest (and he'd say the same thing) I'd rather something more appealing than saggy arse and flabby middle aged belly. We tend to watch bel ami porn as we stuff each other, sweating and slapping our tired old meat between our quivering ass-cheeks and wishing we could get those guys we used to, so easily.
I'd seen this lad standing there as I passed the lane as I often do when in town. He looked straight, but obviously (to me anyway) wasn't . Average height, stocky but not fat, floppy dirty-blonde hair with a slight curl under a baseball cap, handsome boyish face in a serious expression. Check shirt, jeans, well filled out crotch, and magnificent chunky ass. He was there alone, and as it was still daylight I knew that he was probably not cruising but on the game. I had quickly caught his eye and we did a deal. Now I was getting the goods.
"man, you have a fine arse" I said as I got on my knees and grabbed his butt cheeks. The whiff of hot musky jock sweat was beginning to drive me wild.
"Uh.. thanks" he replied, still nervous.
"dont be shy, boy!" I said "you should be proud of your stuff while you have it. When you get to my age, not many are gonna want to look at your butt- in or out of your pants. Trust me!"
He giggled and his nervousness evaporated.
"adda boy!" I saw "you just loosen up and let daddy show how he's proud of you. You're making daddy very grateful"
With that, the atmosphere changed decidedly. I thought it might. These days boys like this like hearing the "daddy stuff". I don't remember it back when I was a lad, but it seems fairly ubiquitous now. Hot young guys who otherwise wouldn't be interested in us older dudes really get off on this dad/lad roleplay lark. I could sense his whole body loosen up and begin to pulse with enthusiasm. Even though he didn't come cheap, it took me taking on the dad-mantle to get him into it. I pulled his ass cheeks apart, leant in and just kissed his beautiful, smelly jock pucker.
"Boy, what a fucking fine hole! Daddy is really proud. You got dad on his knees for your sweet boy-pussy son. Ask daddy for anything, he'll do it just for a taste of that"
He laughed, savouring this act. He firm cheeks shook as he did. I was loving it too. I really would do anything for the favour of getting my tongue into this hot young boy-hole. The air around his crack was warm and stinky in that gorgeous clean-but-sweaty way of young guys. Ripe with boy-vigor. I was dripping pre-cum now.
"hey, daddy. Be careful of what you're promising! I might take you up on that" he giggled.
I thought -- of course I fucking did!- that this was all in the game. So I laughed as I began to munch into his incredible asshole, moving down between his legs to nibble his sack, and then, around and up to his magnificent cock. He squatted as I did. He was really making daddy happy. Then he closed his legs, pinning my head between his thighs.
"do you really mean that dad? Would you do anything for your hot son? Say it daddy, and I'll let you continue."
He began to squeeze tightly. I knew he was playing, but it did begin to get uncomfortable. My face began to turn pink and I coughed. What the hell, I'd play along
"Yeah, boy. Anything you want!"
He leaned over, grinning down at me, wheezing and sweating here in his manly grip.
"nothing much. Just to return the favour. I mean, I'm not gonna pay you or anything. I just want daddy to come and perform for a few of my mates later. You know -- continue this game, only you'll be putting on a show for us, a kind of daddy strip-tease, you know?"
That sounding kinda fun.
"sure!" I spluttered in reply "why the fuck not!"
My mistake.
We continued with our session. I lay down on my back as he straddled my head, teabagging me and teasing me with his asshole as I jacked off .
Having both cum, he went. We had each others' numbers. I didn't really expect to hear from him again. Certainly not about me doing a daddy strip-tease anyway.
Again.
My mistake.....
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