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Chris' Story -- Part 3
When college started, however, I did not have the time to just hang out there, and there were plenty of people on the campus to be friends with, few of them being as close to the bottom of the barrel as the denizens of B.J's.
But I missed the place, I missed Betty, and Zeke, they had become something of a family for me, so early in September I went back on a Saturday night, had their great fried chicken, and hung out in the bar. Betty was there, she got a regular, and went back to the rooms, a few truckers just took rooms for the purpose of sleeping, Zeke asked me to tend bar for a while, I did, and chatted with some of the regulars.
Bernardo was old enough to be my grandfather, well, if the generations bred early. He had just retired from being a first engineer on a merchant ship. He was about 5' 6" and all muscle. He had been born in LA of Mexican immigrants, grown up in the barrio, and as I found out when I had him naked, had a few scars from fights, on a body adorned with tattoos. He was all muscle, he could not only wiggle his ears, he could wiggle his pecs, alternately, his ass cheeks alternately, and most amazing, he could ripple his whole back. He had had enough of the sea and LA and the gangs he grew up with, which, populated by generations younger than him, still wanted him to belong, and other gangs' old timers still wanted revenge. What better place to hide than New England. He changed his last name. At least that was his story. He could have been in an FBi witness protection program, or, on the run from the law, but, it did not matter to me. He was a good fuck.
I was sitting at the bar, nursing a beer, Zeke told me there was a guy down there I might like to get to know, and I should buy him a drink, I did. Zeke gave it to him, and I raised my glass. He came over, drink in hand.
"Hi, my name is Chris, Zeke thinks we might have something in common."
"You suck cock, too?" Bernardo asked.
"Done it a few times."
"You top?"
"My favorite position."
"You working or playing?"
"Depends on the guy -- for you -- playing would be OK."
" Zeke," he said, "give us a room and two extra shower tickets, and two extra towels." Bernardo knew the routine.
Zeke complied, we went up to room 204, which was one of the better ones, it had a DVR, and, if you knew where they were stashed, some porn tapes. Bernardo claimed he had cleaned out his ass before he had come to the bar, and we were good. We stripped, towels around the waist, I got a nice, but brief view of his body, tattoos, scars, and all, put our tokens in separate showers, soaped up, rinsed off. Bernardo grabbed my junk and washed it, I washed his. He was uncut, and big for his size, it got heavy in my hands, but not completely hard. It had pronounced veins, whereas mine does not. It even had a heavy vein on the foreskin. His balls were not that big, but, as it turned out, he only had one. The other was stuck up in his abdomen, it never dropped, but the one that did was enough to propel him.
"I want to cum being fucked, at the end, so work to that goal. What do you want?" Bernardo asked.
"I want to cum, and I don't care much about how I get there, I really get turned on by older guys, I am told it is because my father is pretty distant, always has been, I am happy to play with guys my own age, but get turned on by daddies, as long as they can get hard, so can I."
"I am hard already, in case you didn't notice," he said, "come over here." We 69'd, his cock was thick but I could get it in my mouth, but not down my throat. He had no problem deep throating me. We did this for a while, he was really good.
"Time to fuck me," he said. "I need it bad. When I was at sea I almost always found a younger guy in the crew who was horny enough to do me. Most claimed to be straight, but "any hole in a storm", was the watchword. And, as the years went by, I learned how to find young guys in almost all the ports we visited, and they were many."
"What was the best?"
"Thailand, for sure. Girly boys. Boys made up as girls, who knew how to use their ass and their cocks to make a guy like me happy. Amsterdam, part of the big city park is for openly gay cruising, something all cities ought to do. Baltimore, and the bus or train to DC where the gay bars are the best. Any port in Australia. Naples, street boys are prime.
"And around here?" I asked, rhetorically, "Not much. They closed down the Parkside, and the Meat Rack is no longer open season for gay guys. B.J's is about all there is for guys like me."
"Enough talk, take me." I did, condom, lube, a finger, two fingers, three and my cock went right in. Easy. "Hold still, let me ride you reverse cowboy."
I laid down on my back, he squatted over me and impaled himself on my very hard cock. Then he moved, up and down, back and forth, side to side. It clearly felt good to him, and to me. And, it was not going to make me cum. I ran my hands over his very muscular back. Even at 65 he was composed of hard muscle, especially when he was doing his best to make me cum, and, make himself cum. The "motel" rooms had mirrors on the bureau, opposite the foot of the bed, which could be angled, and a mirror on the wall to the side of the bed. I could see us in both, on the one on the bureau I could watch him bouncing up and down on my cock, and on the one on the side, the same. His eyes were closed, he appeared to be in ecstasy, he was playing with his pecs, his hands crossed, and then put one on his cock, and then both, one under his balls, and then a finger entered his ass, next to my cock. Then the other hand reached my hole and sunk in. THAT, put us both over the edge, I came very hard, with shudders over my whole body, as did his, the quaking of his body, and the clenching of his ass, made me feel oh so good.
He eventually got off, we wiped up, went back to the showers, and back to the bar. He bought me a drink, just ginger ale, I had reached my limit for the night, we talked about his life, and loves, and fucks, promised to do it again, and I, satisfied, went home to my empty house, and to bed.
I did like sex with older guys, particularly if they would cuddle, and hold me -- missing a nurturing father the text books would say, and, could be that they were right. It got to be known that I would go with a daddy and so got picked up by several over the next few months, mostly for pay, a few like Bernardo for free, I did not need the money, it was the validation that I was attractive, or the comfort of an older guy that I was seeking.