OVERCOMING GAY KARMA By John Candu
I got dicked all the time when I was a kid. Gay action got slower when I turned 25 and slower still when I turned 30. By age 44, spontaneous encounters slowed to a trickle. Pickup offers were a thing of the past. I had to work a lot harder to get cock. I found myself shamelessly working gay bars, practically begging for young dick. Getting rejected time after time can send you reeling into despair. It's not that I'm ugly or out of shape -- it's simply a matter of age. Soon I became thankful for glory holes, one truly "equal opportunity" way of cruising, but that's another story.
Turnabout is fair play, I suppose. As a young man, I too culled the "old" guys who were about the age I am now.
Rather than accepting this form of gay karma, I decided to do something about it. With a little study and experimentation, I found I could get face- and/or butt-fucked almost anytime I want it. It's actually possible to have a richer sex life in middle age than in youth.
The solution is simple. Older men.
I know. Some of you are snickering at this. Perhaps you are a snob over youth. But I assure you that you will one day appreciate what I am about to say.
There is an absolute GLUT out there of quality, middle-aged, rock-hard cock that's every bit as appealing as any you'll find zipped away in teen-jeans. I don't advocate that you cruise nursing homes. I do suggest that there's a lot of life and libido left in many guys who've just become eligible for the AARP. I suppose the day will come when it will become difficult to find anyone older. But that's way in the future.
Let me share a typical encounter to illustrate my point that quality cock is not always young cock.
Joe is a retired teacher I met through an online ad. At 65, he is 21 years older than me. Admittedly, at first I was a little put off by his maturity. His face was lined and his hair was thinning. Still, he was friendly, his body athletic and his cock bulging. At the door he was obviously pleased with my physique. He welcomed me into his large, upper-scale home.
He offered me a drink and we went upstairs to his study ostensibly to view his collection of turn-of-the-century pornography. A large oak worktable was covered with black and white photos. I sipped my drink and flipped through the stacks of gay images. Joe, who met me at the door wearing tight swim trunks and an open shirt, stood behind me commenting on the photos. He put a hand on my shoulder and leaned closer to get a better view of the pictures. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my right leg. I let my right hand drop and I stroked his shaft. He gently turned me toward him and we kissed. I pulled down his loose waistband and slid my fist around his cock as he unlatched my pants. My trousers were soon around my ankles and his cock was free of his trunks.
The head of Joe's dick is the size of a large plum. It was oozing pre-cum. His 7-inch cut cock was as hard as a teenager's. I feel to my knees and worshipped it. I nearly gagged as I tried to swallow it. I bobbed my head back and forth, getting his shaft wetter and going farther each time I sucked it in. He grabbed my head and began thrusting his hips. By lowering my chest and straightening my throat, I was soon able to feel his pubic hair tickling my nose. His large head was now fucking my gullet.
Joe's breathing quickened. He began talking dirty. "Suck it, bitch! Suck that cock!! Take it down!!"
I pulled back for air and rolled his shaved balls in my right hand, then took them one at a time in my mouth and rolled them around. As I did this I jacked his cock with my left hand, feeling the pre-cum flowing freely.
Joe got impatient and guided his cock back into my hungry mouth. Driving into my mouth harder and faster, with his nuts slapping my chin, he fucked me mercilessly. I loved it. I needed it. My head was bobbing back and forth so fast that I grew dizzy. Grabbing my head roughly with his hands, he lunged deeply and held his cock still deep in my throat. My tongue felt the underbelly of his shaft begin to pump. His cockhead grew bigger in my throat. He pumped blast after blast of cum straight into my stomach. I didn't taste any of it -- every drop bypassed my tongue.
My face was growing purple. He pulled out to let me breathe. His cock was still enormous. I fell back on the carpet, gasping for air. Joe dropped beside me and turned me over. I felt him smear KY over my rosebud and I pressed against his finger, feeling it probe deeply as he loosened me. In a moment I was sitting on all four's doggie style. He pressed his hard cockhead against my ass, and I pushed out to ease the way. He entered me to the hilt. It hurt a moment, but he gave me a few seconds to adjust before beginning the thrusts.
I spread my knees apart a little further and arched my butt up to meet his strokes better. He slammed into me forcefully and soon was fucking my ass as fast and easily as a pussy. Because he had just come, he was able to settle into a long, steady fuck that we both enjoyed. His long cock sawed across my prostate, and I felt long cords of cum leaking from my slit. He must have fucked me for 15 minutes or longer without slowing down when I began feeling a new sense of urgency in his strokes. He began pounding harder, deeper, faster. I felt his cock swell. Then I felt the familiar undulating, pumping action of his meat. My bowels felt fuller as he seeded my ass. My cock erupted, spewing cum all over the carpet beneath me.
He held is cock still for a moment, and I felt it slowly deflate. He pulled away and my ass-cunt made a slurping noise as cum leaked out. We took a shower and fell into bed for a nap. I woke up sometime later to the wonderful sensation of Joe's cock again sinking into my hole.
I've had many experiences with older men since Joe. Some were younger than Joe, some were older. And not a single one of those cocks seemed a day older than 18.
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