The Artist and Client, Chapter 5

Helen stood with her hand holding her dress up showing me her mound. She was silent for what seemed like hours, time moved in slow motion. Finally she said, “Your mother’s gonna kill me…..come with me.” She grabbed my hand and lead me upstairs and outside. We were heading to the studio as she stopped and said, “Wait right here…..don’t move.” Helen walked in the house and came back with the keys for the studio. After opening the door and slamming it shut, she turned and pressed herself against me. Her head fell into the crook of my neck as she melted into me. “You don’t hate me do you…..G…..I mean…..I heard Bernie talking the other night to his client……he was telling him about you…..and,” she stopped. “and what|?”I asked. She shook her head and said, “Maybe I shouldn’t say, as she stepped away. She walked over to the easel, and threw off the sheet that covered the canvas. I watched as she stared at it the painting . Had she seen it before, or did Bernie tell me about it and what we did, or maybe this was the first time and she hated it. Maybe she hated me. “The paintings gorgeous G…..I love it….and you,” she paused and looked at me. You’re so…..so….young and……aroused……were you that aroused when you posed?” I nodded, “Yes I was. I replied. I could feel my cock swelling again. Thinking back to how Bernie had seduced me. How I wanted to be seduced. I was so willing. I was Bernie’s toy and I wanted to be again, that’s why I came here today. I wanted to lay on his chaise and have him touch me, suck my cock, and tell me to suck him.

“Earth to G…..are you okay G?”, Helen asked. I nodded again. She wiggled her finger at me, beckoning me to come closer. I came to her as she grabbed my arm and pulled me next to her. I could smell her arousal, Just like the scent in her panties, it hung in the corner of the studio from where Bernie painted. Helen had let her dress fall back into place as she she said, “You’re so hard in the painting G,?” as she ran her finger over my cock on the canvas, and then I felt her fingers slide over my cock, caressing me over the front of my shorts as she whispered, “you’re so hard now too…..right here.” Her finger pushed into my cock as she looked straight in my eyes. She smiled and said, “Remember when you were with all the boys at the pool…..you had those Speedos on……your cock…..made such a lovely lump…..you looked so good to all the mature women there.” “I did? Did I look good to you Helen?”, I couldn’t believe I said that.

I again thought about Bernie’s cock, and all those other mature males I had been naked with, seduced, sucked and intimate with. I hadn’t been with many if any mature women and I didn’t know how to do this. I didn’t know how to hold her, to kiss her, to make that move to to be a man with her. “Yes G……you looked good to me.” Again Helen pulled her dress up. “Do you want this G…..do you wanna fuck me G…..cuz if you do it’s yours.” All those mature women Helen spoke of, they were watching me, looking at me in my Speedo’s that day. I remember my mother had bought me a new swim suit and it was tiny. It rested low on my belly, and just above where the cleft of my butt. When I bent over you could see it. When the suit was wet it revealed my cock as if molded to me. No wonder the ladies were looking and staring. I was getting undressed in the locker room and an older guy was watching me. I loved being watched. He look at, gazing at in a sexual way. I was a little nervous about wearing that tiny suit. I was dressing in a hidden corner behind a row of lockers. I felt comfortable there as it was like a private dressing area. Then I looked up and saw a man staring at me. He was naked and as he looked at me his cock was hardening. He said, “That’s some suit you have on young man…..your gonna attract some attention……it’s very sexy…..do you mind me saying that?” He stepped forward. I was taken back by his comment and watched as he slowly came closer. He reached out brushing his finger over the outline of my hard cock as he said, “You’ll need to be careful…..this thing might pop out the top of that suit if you’re not careful.” I was surprised by how forward he was, and now his hand was gripping me, squeezing my throbbing cock as he stepped back and watched as it popped over the waist band. He could see how aroused I was, but noises from others entering the locker room made the moment all come to a fast end.

“G…….are you a virgin? Helen asked. I shook my head. “Have you been with a girl, or just men?” she went on. “Mostly men, a couple girls my age,” I told her. “Have you ever really made love to a girl G…..have you ever had a girl show you how it should be……has a girl ever given herself completely to you?” she asked in a sweeter flirty tone. I shook my head no. “Only a couple of girls in the back seat of a car…..we kind fumbled around and I came as soon as I got it…….you know….as soon as my thing touched her,” I responded, looking away. “This is so embarrassing Helen,” I added.

I has always been so easy with men, older males who knew how to seduce me and how easy it was for me to give them a peak at me. I might lean away a little farther from a urinal in a restroom, showing my cock that would be hardening. Or I might have stretched a bit more and longer as I arched my back, my cock pressing against my tight jeans or a Speedo, revealing the shape of my cock. I was always inviting a feel or a grab. I loved their cocks too. But the mystery of a woman and her pussy was arousing and yet intimidating. I knew what males I could ultimately be sexual with, or even simply hint my desires. But girls or more urgently mature women seemed different. If I acted in the same manner they might run or scream. So now with Helen offering herself to me, I found it strange that I was shy and hesitant.

“Show me that lovely cock G……I wanna see it,” She said, almost demanding it. I looked in her eyes and saw determination that I could not refuse. I opened my button and unzipped my shorts, feeling them sliding down my legs. Wearing no underwear as usual, I stood naked as I stepped out of them. “Ooooooooooh……..you have a very hard cock G……I’m gonna have fun with this……if you let me,” she said in a coy way. Dropping to her knees she licked up the shaft. Helen pulled down on the sack that held my balls as her mouth came over the top of my cock head swallowing it completely.

The Artist and the Client, Chapter 4

It had been a few days since I posed for Bernie and I was looking forward to the next session. He aroused me so much in the first session, it seemed I was still hard days later. Every time I thought of it, I was erect and exhibited signs of werness. I had masturbated every day, many times reliving those moments, It was if my young cock was always hard, and the memories of that day simply were emblazoned into every part of me. I hoped he was going to call me for another session. I decided to stop over and see when he needed me again. In the back of my mind it wasn’t the posing and painting I was hungry to continue with, it was seeing Bernie’s cock and feeling his incredible hands touching me, his lips taking my own cock in his mouth and the pleasure he had given me.

I walked the short distance to his home, and went directly to the studio out back. It was dark and locked, my excitement and arousal dissolved as I turned to leave. “G…….G……Bernie’s not here……he won’t be back for a few hours…..can I help you with something?” I heard Helen his wife yell from her kitchen window. She was waving me to come to her as she said, “I just made some fresh lemonade, would you like some?” I really didn’t, but I liked Helen as I waved and said, “Okay, maybe a quick sip.”

It was extremely hot out again, the sweat was dripping down my naked chest, and my short little denim shorts showed wet spots from the heat , and maybe from my arousal. I was concerned about how little I was wearing, but Helen had seen me in my Speedo’s, so I let go of my concern. When I got to the kitchen door, She said to just come in and wait, she was in the basement doing laundry. In a minute or two I heard her climbing the stairs. When she reached the top and peeked around into the kitchen, I heard her quietly inhale and then say, “You look like you’re ready to pose for Bernie.” I blushed and said, “I stopped by the studio, but like you said, he wasn’t there.” I paused, thinking she knows I pose for him, I wonder if she knows I pose nude, and maybe what we did. “He’ll be back later…..but we can have a nice lemonade and talk”, she said with a smirk on her face. I was quiet, I was feeling a little uneasy. “So….G…..you like posing?……you’re not shy at all?……I mean….” Then she raised her eye brows looking at me. “Nah…..I’m just laying on the couch….it’s not a hard thing.” In a moment I realized what I said and I felt another blush wash over me. “Well……from what Bernie has painted so far…..it sure looks like a hard thing,” she said, again raising her eye brows and then gazing at me. Was she testing me? I didn’t know. Helen pours me another glass of .lemonade, “You sure are thirsty G….I got a lot more from where that came from.” You saw the painting Helen?” I ask. She nods. I blush again.

She busies herself washing dishes and putting things away from the mornings breakfast. I realize she’s an attractive woman. She appears not to be wearing a bra and her breasts don’t seen to be saggy. I begin to feel a twinge of arousal. She looks over at me and smiles, biting her bottom lip as if she wanted to say something, but refrained. “What?” I ask. She just shakes her head and goes on working at cleaning the kitchen. “Oh Shit!. I forgot to put something in the wash….Damn!” she mutters, then looks at me and asks, “Do ya know how to open my washer and slip something in without letting the water in those front loaders spill all over the floor…..your mom’s got the same machine….right? I nod, “Yeah….I do it all the time.” “Mmmmmm……awesome G……..would be so kind to put this in it? I watch Helen reach under her sundress and pull her panties down. They are laying around her ankles when she looks up at me and saying, “Not bad hugh G…..you didn’t even get a tiny peek did you,” as he picks up her panties and tosses them to me. I’m dumb founded. Helen just tossed me her panties. I was frozen in place. “Go….Go….before it begins its spin cycle….Go!”

I walk to the stairs feeling so surreal, did this really just happen. Then I notice they’re damp and sweaty. I rush to the laundry room and stare at them. I was in a zone. I look at them closely. They were wet in the crotch area and up the back. I was so aroused, my cock was throbbing. I turn them inside out and gaze at the gusset. They were so wet, and there are a few loose black hairs stuck to the cotton. I brought it to my nose and inhaled…..Her scent was intoxicating….sweaty. pungent. arousing. Helen was aroused, I could smell her. I reached down and squeezed my cock. I inhaled again and again, in a feverish desire to take all of her smell in, not to waste a bit. “You like the way I smell G?” I heard Helen almost in a whisper, then back to biting her bottom lip. I’m again frozen in place, no words could change what I’ve done and what she’s seen. Staring at each other, my cock throbbing, and Helen as she slowly pulls her sundress up with one hand. It was almost torture as her dress inched up, inch by inch….until her hairy mound came to view. “It’s yours G…..if you want it.” She said as she leaned against the door way.

The Artist and the Client, Chapter 3


I lay there looking at Bernie. He had made me feel so good and now my cock was flaccid. He kissed the tip and and said, “Now what am I gonna do with you?…….I need you hard.” Reaching out I held his balls in my hand, pulling the loose skin, watching as his cock swayed up and down. I leaned into him and licked the tip. Drops of clear pre-cum were oozing out as I continued licking. Taking the head into my mouth, I heard him moan. Bernie grabbed my head gently and held it as he began thrusting in and out, he was fucking my mouth. I loved being held like that, I felt like a cock whore, I loved how that felt. I felt so naughty.

I felt his balls tightening in my hand as I reached around and held his smooth hairless ass. “Ooooooooooh……yes……I……I……I’mmmmmm…..gonna cum G,” he moaned. A few seconds later he was filling my mouth with cum. It shot to the back of my throat and oozed from my lips. Cum was dripping from down my chin as he stepped back and said, “Maybe I should paint you like this……..you’re so sexy with cum dripping from your chin like this…….and Oooooooh my!……I think we solved the issue of you being hard.” We both looked down to see my cock once again hard and ready to pose for what would be a very erotic painting.

Bernie turned and went to stand behind his easel. I watched his mature ass, which I had never seen naked before, wiggle and sway in such an arousing way. His ass was hairless like my own, and perfectly round. I wondered what it would be like to lay on top of him and nestle my cock into the smooth cleft, I wondered if he would raise up a bit and seduce me into slipping my cock into his tight man pussy. I also wondered if thats what he wanted from me. Did he want to take my boy pussy, filling me completely? My cock throbbed thing what it would feel like to be connected to Bernie like that. My mind began wandering back to being with Rene, my boyhood friend. I wondered how much of what we did, did Bernie really see.

I was so aroused once again. I loved what Rene and I had done and now Bernie and I had crossed a bridge. I wondered if his wife knew he loved young naked males and what she would do if she knew. I pondered what his conversation would have been if he told her I was posing nude for him, and if she thought it was just another commission, or if it excited or disgusted her. Might they have been in bed when he brought it up and did she ask him if it aroused him? Did it arouse her? She was always very attentive, a bit flirty with me, and I always assumed it was because they never had children and, she would have loved having a son. I wondered, both thoughts arousing me. It was so naughty him cheating on her in this way, and then he and I doing all we did already and her knowing her hubby would be sucking my cock. Would he tell her later in bed? Would he tell her as he fingered her pussy?

My finger went between my legs as I toyed with my tight hole, teasing it and probing. Something was calling me to go deeper as I inserted it to the next knuckle. I wanted more, I wanted to feel something touch my spot, my prostrate, massaging it as my cock flowed cum. I was in that place where I needed, where I wanted that intense pleasure and I needed it now. I looked over at Bernie and he was standing still, with his brush in one hand and his cock in the other. He was again hard and he was stroking himself slowly, taking in my exhibition. I saw his pleasure and wanted to show him more. I threw my head back, arching my back and thrusting my finger deeper into my boy pussy. It felt amazing. I loved being watched. I loved knowing my body and my actions were being consumed by another in such naughty ways and for their pleasure.

My mind wandered back to Rene. I loved his long thin cock. I loved how it would throb in my hand, and how when he was horny he would call and tell me he needed me, NOW! He did that a lot and sometimes would come over dressed in something sexy. I wondered what he would be doing right now if he only knew I was stretched out naked, posing on Bernie’s chaise with a belly full of a horny artist’s cum. The last time I had been with Rene he greeted me wearing a pair of his sister’s panties, garter belt, and stockings. I loved his feminine side, his need to show it and act upon it. I loved how my cock felt when I took him dressed like that girl he so loved being, and how he would whimper.

“So…….Bernie…..do you do nude paintings often,” I asked, breaking both of us away from our thoughts. “Yes, a fair amount……..I have a group of friends…..who have over time asked for certain special portraits and figure studies…….all commissions of course.” I nodded and hesitated, a bit nervous to ask……… “Does your wife Janet…..know you do these?
“Why do you ask G?” I replied, “Just curious.” Bernie began concentrating on his brush strokes, looking at me, working the canvas and creating the beginnings of was to be a naked young male lying in a very seductive and arousing pose.

Something about this makes me so hot!

I once had a friend who always wore tight white tights or stretch pants. He was well endowed, never wore underwear and loved playing with my mind.These images remind me of him and how his body felt as I caressed his butt and cock….feeling how hard it was, how it throbbed. There was always a delicious little wet spot…..

White Tights

White Tights

White Tights

The Artist and the Client, Chapter One

My neighbor came to me at a gathering asking if he could speak with me privately when I had a moment. I liked my neighbor Bernie as he was almost family and an artist. He always urged me to find and develop my creative energy. He provided me with art materials and instruction in the use of them, and I would help him around his studio, giving me many opportunities to watch him paint.

As a younger eighteen year old guy guy I was very sexual. But yet I was always surprised in an innocent way, when I discovered that another person who I never suspected to be overly sexual, might have those same desires. Bernie was very conservative and straight in his appearance, not typical of a painter or artist back in the late 70’s, with all of the hippie and free spirited thinking challenging conventional wisdom.

I saw him alone and was intrigued why he needed to talk to me, so I sauntered over and said “Bernie…….what’s up……you wanna to talk?” I was excited, hoping I would get to work with him. “G……..I was wondering if you might do some modeling for me…..for a painting…..I have a client who I think you would be perfect for……”

I thought for a moment and immediately said, “Awesome……when?” “How about tomorrow……late morning….it’s Saturday so we’ll have all afternoon….I can tell you more about it when you get there….”

I arrived about 11:00 the next morning and Bernie greeted me telling me his wife was out shopping, so we would have a lot of privacy all day. I wondered why he said that. He began telling me he had this client who loved paintings of young men, he first called them boys, but then corrected himself by saying, “Well of course your not a little boy any longer, but your perfect!” I was a bit confused but I certainly felt great about the fact I would be perfect for this. Then he said, “We need to talk about what he wants in this painting.” I nodded. He went on, “My client is into men, yeah he’s Gay, or maybe Bi…….I’m not really sure actually…..but he asked if I could find a young guy who would pose for a very special painting. I said….”Okay”, still a bit confused.

“He would like a classic pose…..reclining on a sofa or chaise like the one over there….” I looked over to the chaise I had sat on hundreds of times watching him paint. I nodded again. Then he went on, “You will need to be…………” He hesitated. “You’ll need to be nude…….naked…………………………is that a problem for you…..I mean are you willing?” I was shocked, surprised, I didn’t see that coming at all. I had been naked with other men before, but that was different. This was my conservative neighbor who actually didn’t seem sexual at all to me, and all of a sudden he wants me to pose nude for him. As I stood there in my state of contemplation and utter surprise, he said, “If your embarrassed or uncomfortable……would it make it easier if I was naked too?……” With that, he didn’t wait for a replay. He turned and disappeared behind a dressing screen he had in the corner of his studio. “You might feel more at ease if we all both naked G,” he said, as I watched his polo shirt being laid over the top of the screen and heard his belt buckle hit the wood floor. He walked out naked. He was a tall man, taller than me and slim. His cock was long and hung flaccid as he asked, “Need some help G?” I was still a bit taken back by all of this as he stepped forward, “Here raise……your arms,” as he pulled my tank top up and over my head. He looked at my hairless chest and said, “Oh yes……my client will love you,” reaching out he pinched my nipple. He smiled in a teasing manner. I was confused, was he joking or really trying to turn me on?

Being sexual and feeling his pinch, feeling my nipple harden, and Bernie’s naked body so close my own; my confusion was gone as I felt my cock begin to swell in my well worn denim cutoffs. I never wore underwear with them, always loving the feeling of the soft, thin, worn denim as it caressed my cock. He looked at me and I sensed I was nervous, as he reached down and unbuttoned the button on my shorts, unzipping them and stepping back. I held them up with my arms pressed against them, but I knew I had to let him see me. The air was thick in the summer heat and quiet, so quiet I sensed I could hear us both breathing heavily in anticipation of my total exposure.

I lifted my arms and let my shorts drop to the floor. My cock, almost hairless around it’s base, hung in a semi hard state as I felt a slight swelling. “Oh my God……you’re a young Adonis……so smooth and Oh my……my client will love you.” I noticed a twitch in his cock as he stepped closer. He looked down at me and reached out, putting his arms over my shoulders pulling me closer. I felt his cock touch my belly, it seemed to harden as he got closer and the head oozed clear pre cum. “You will need to be hard for this sitting G……I can see that won’t be an issue.” We both looked down and my cock was standing straight up. Reaching down he grabbed my cock and stroked them together. I could feel his cock pulse as I’m sure he could feel mine. His cock was warm and sweaty, and as he brought his hand to my face, I could smell our musk, our scent. It made my head spin with desire and need. My cock was so hard and he was right there, naked and available. I wanted, I needed him to fondle me. I wanted release. It was one of those moments when your desire was taking control and all you wanted was to bathe in complete sexual gratification, to be touched and fondled, sucked. Oh how I wanted his lips around the head of my cock, swirling and licking. My desire was incredible, the throbbing in my cock, and the thought of sex with a mature man only making the need more urgent.

“I need you hard all through the sitting…..can you do that?……..I can help you……if it get’s soft…….would you like that G?”, I trembled with anticipation in his words. With that he knelt down and kissed my cock softly, his tongue swirling around the head me as took me fully in his mouth. Standing again, he squeezed my butt. “Okay…..lets get you posed”

Confusing Feelings

Submission......image by Gerome.
Submission……image by Gerome.

Her Name was Helen. She was the older lady I met at the book store. She was 52 years young. My mother was 41 years old.

Helen told me……….“I was once with a man who was……..how do I say this?……he was very Dominant…..he was loving but he was very sexual…..he demanded things from me that I had never done……I was embarrassed to do the things he asked of me…..but I did them…..he pushed me and instead of making me weaker…..he made me stronger.”

Helen looked at me for a bit and said……”This could be you……this is you.”

My understanding of this was becoming less confusing, but the pulling between where I had been and where I was leaning, was like bouncing off padded walls. It seemed my mind was screaming……”Please…..Please”….. and my body was electric with arousal. My cock was hard, swollen and throbbing as Helen spoke to me. I needed her to shut up. I needed something and I didn’t exactly know which way to turn, I only knew I needed release. There way an emptiness, coupled with a stronger urge to do something.  In the past when I would feel like this, frustrated and incapable of putting into words my thoughts, I would masturbate. Or, I would go to Sir’s house and submit to his desires. Without so much as a fleeting thought, “that” was not an option that crossed my mind . I was at the end of my rope. I felt as much as she was telling me to reach down and address my Dominant desires and energy, she was leading me. I was still being lead by a metaphoric collar and leash. I was beginning to hate that feeling.

It was too much to absorb. I looked at Helen and said, “I need to go.”

Rene was my best friend. He was my age, we had been sexual partners for as long as our cock’s got hard. When I got home I went next door to see him. He was home and alone. Rene hadn’t seen me in a while and Asked, “Where you been stranger?” We went and sat on his bed. “I don’t know, with Helen……that older lady,” I told him. He could sense I was troubled. “You been with Sir?” he asked. I shook my head. “Why not?” he quickly asked. I shrugged my shoulders, “I been into her……she makes me feel so different,” I replied as I laid back on his bed.

Rene was sitting aside me in his tight spandex shorts. He wore those even though he wasn’t a runner. He didn’t have a shirt on either, so his smooth hairless chest and hard little nipples were right there, teasing me. He curled up next to me and asked, “Has she replaced me?” he said, biting his lower lip. I saw an opportunity to tease him, something I never missed if I had the chance. “You’re such a sissy Rene…….look at you…..no top…..those slutty tight shorts…..and your clitty……are you wet?” I asked trying to humiliate him a little. I knew he loved it, it always made him wanna do anything I wanted.

I sat there for a minute and thought about what I just said, and how it made me feel. The more I teased him and humiliated him, the more willing he was to do anything I asked. Maybe I am that guy that Helen was talking about. With Rene it felt so natural, it was who he and I were for as long as I could remember. “The little sissy want to suck his Master’s cock……..I can tell?” I said, as I pondered why I referred to myself as his Master, I never used that word before. Rene looked at me with blushed cheeks as he opened my pants, not saying a word. He looked at me quickly as he lowered his lips and began kissing and licking the shaft of my cock. Then in one swoop he devoured me. I felt the head of my penis hit the back of his throat as he began bobbing up and down. I simply laid back and enjoyed his service to his “Master.”

I was close, so close. I needed to cum, but I wasn’t done yet. I wanted more from him. I wanted so bad to make him beg me to cum. He had done that a few times and now I needed it more than ever. “Stop…..Stop Rene…….look at me……you’re such a good cock sucker……I want you up on all fours…..and take those ridiculous shorts off,” I demanded. I really loved him in those shorts. I could see his cock outlined so perfectly. When he was dripping pre cum there was always a wet spot. But I didn’t want him to know it. They made me a little vulnerable, but that was something else I didn’t want him to recognize either.

Rene slipped his shorts off. His cock was hard and so aroused, the head a pale purple instead of it’s usual lighter pink. He went to stoke it and I said, “No…..no touching,”. I heard him sigh. Up on all fours he looked so feminine, with the exception of his shaved balls. Reaching out I grabbed his cock and pulled it towards me, “Now close your thighs and keep em’ tight.” His cock and balls were so cute and sexy, the thought of leaning in and taking each ball, one at a time in my mouth washed over me. Temptation, has not my best friend. I Slapped his ass hard to shake him and I back to reality. I heard him moan in his soft seductive way, begging for more. I swatted him again and then again, as his cock and balls twitched and bobbed. He was so incredibly sexy. My cock was the only cock to have ever cum in his hole and feel it clench. He was so tight, I needed lube. “Fuck it…..I’m taking you raw, I whispered. He moaned and said, “No……no….the head is gonna hurt.”

I agreed and stuck my finger into him. He moaned. Pulling out and pushing it back in all the way, in and out as I grabbed his cock. I began a thrusting my finger in and out as I stroking and squeezed his cock. Pre cum was dripping from the head as I milked him. I was rubbing against his spot, his prostate. His hard penis would be draining cum soon as he begged , “Please let me cum……Please!” I said nothing. I stopped stroking him, teasing him and he begged me again, “Please let me cum……Please!……Please.”

I wanted to see him cum, I wanted to feel his warm arousal wet my hand. I wanted so bad to take his cock and taste him. Then as I grabbed and squeezed him, I felt is cock pulse, and then release. My hand was drenched. I licked a bit off and wiped the rest on his pink hole. Grabbing his hip with one hand, I aimed my cock to where I would squirt my own cum and pushing into him. He tightened around me, his ass clenching as I pushed deeper. His pink little hole was stretched as I pulled out a bit and then back. A few more thrusts into him and my seed flooded his boy pussy. I had taken him. I had claimed him. Why didn’t I see it that way before.

Men, Cocks, Desire……

If you have read my first post you can see that mature males, “men” had left a huge impact on me sexually. If you have not read it, go back and read it. I love women, I am attracted to women. I was not Gay. But, I loved somethings about men. I loved how they approached sex. hungry, outspoken, virile. I loved how their cocks ruled them in many ways. Yeah, the smaller head leading the bigger head.

I had seen so many cocks in locker rooms and restrooms and always felt the urge to peek. I had seen my father as he was a bit of a home nudist. One day I had asked my best friend if his cock ever got hard, he confirmed it did. I asked what he did about it, and he shyly said he masturbated. I told him I did too and actually I was really hard right then, and would he like to see mine. He nodded he did, I opened my pants and pulled them down. My cock was standing straight up and oozing pre cum. He looked at it as he opened his pants too. He had a lovely long thin cock, in contrast to my shorter, thicker cock. We both reached out for each others at the same time, no words were immediately spoken, just moans.

I had now turned 18 and I had my own car. This was freedom. I could do all the things I wanted to do for so long.

Mature males always were attracted to me and I knew it. I was very sexual and in the hot summer I wore very short denim cut offs and gym shoes. It was too hot to wear a shirt and I hated underwear….unless I was going somewhere that a shirt or better clothes was required.

I had been sexually active with my best friend , but never with a stranger.  I had gone to the park which was surrounded by a woods to play baseball with some friends. It was so hot most of them didn’t show up and the field was unbearable because of the heat. We all laid in the shade and decided not to play. One at a time everybody went home, leaving me there. I loved the woods and it was cooler under the shade. My parents didn’t have air conditioning, so I decided to hang out and explore for a bit. I actually fell asleep on a picnic table in the shade. I was wearing only my frayed at the edges, blue jean cut offs and gym shoes.

I woke when I heard someone say something about finding a sleeping beauty. It was an older guy, handsome and dressed in shorts and a tee shirt. He was smiling at me and asked if I was okay. I was still groggy from waking in the heat. I hate waking up in the sweltering heat, a bit overwhelming too as he surprised. He sat down on the seat. with me laying on the table top. I was thinking he was a little too close psychically to me, not knowing me at all, but I let it be and pretended to go back to sleep hoping he would leave, which he did.

Some time later I woke and needed to pee. I would have peed outside but a family had set up a picnic in the next group of tables, and I decided to start for the car. If I found a place behind a bush I would use it. About 100 yards up the path I saw a public restroom. I had been all over this park for years and never knew this one existed. It was so alone and buried in the trees, maybe that’s why I never saw it.

I ran up there and went in, pulled out my cock and started to pee. All of a sudden I heard someone come in and stand behind me for a moment. Then step up to the urinal. It was the older guy from before who sat with me. For a few seconds or more he seemed to pretend he never saw me before, never acknowledging me at all. I was just finishing when he let his shorts drop to the floor. He turned slightly towards me, but only a little, as to not be obviously blatant about his exposure. His cock was hard and standing straight up. It was so hard and the head was purple and shiny; there was pre-cum oozing from the hole.

He stepped back and leaned against the wall when I stared at his cock and I didn’t yell or scream, but I was nervous. I didn’t want to be caught, and I didn’t know him other than meeting him a short while ago. My cock which was still out of my pants was hard and beginning to throb. His cock was incredible and I wanted to touch it. He stood there stoking it, asking me if I ever saw an older man’s cock before, I nodded I had. “Oh” he said……”Really……do you like cocks?……have you ever touched one?”….I nodded again. He asked how old I was. I told him. He said he loved 18 year old boys. He loved their cocks and I had a lovely one. I thanked him. He said, “Your so smooth….no hair……do you shave it……..could I see your cock…..all of it……would you drop your shorts?” I nodded and pet them fall to my ankles. I heard him sigh and gasp when he saw me naked standing there, as I stepped out of my shorts.

We looked at each other as we both stroked our cocks. He asked if I lived close, I said I did. He told me he did to, as he stepped closer. I wanted him to touch me, to make me fell good, to stroke me and suck my cock. He was right in front of me now and his cock was touching mine, I could feel how warm it was. He reached down and held both of them, next to each other, stroking them. I was in heaven, I was filled with so much lust and desire I would have done anything for him. He asked if I would go home with him, to follow him. I nodded eagerly.

He dressed and walked out and I knew we probably shouldn’t seem like we were together, so I followed but kept my distance. We walked through the woods to a house whose back yard butted up to the woods. He waited for me at the gate holding it open. Once inside he latched it, and said to follow him. His house was huge and I could see it was very nice. He said his wife was out and he was retired. I asked how old he was and he said old enough. I figured he was in his late 60’s, but at my age, judging the age of an adult wasn’t easy.

He asked if I wanted something to drinks, a coke or water, or something stronger, I said sure, what ever you have. He gave me a shot of whiskey, and then another. The heat and the whiskey and the lust began making me feel free, free to be naked and do anything. I loved this older man and I didn’t know him at all. I wanted so badly to have him touch me and me touch him. I wanted to be naked, so I dropped my shorts and went to him as he stood in his kitchen still dressed and preoccupied for a moment. I needed his attention.

He stood at the counter and turned around. He looked at me and said, “Aren’t you a good  young man, naked and ready to please me.” He undid his shorts and let them fall to the floor as he removed his shirt. Standing naked he motioned me to him, putting his hands on my shoulders softly, so gently, indicating I should kneel on the floor at his feet, on my knees. His semi hard cock was right there, hanging and pulsing as it swelled. He hands held my head gently as he pulled me closer, my nose nuzzling into the hair surrounding the base of his mature cock. Inhaling I could smell his scent, his musk. It was rich and many, intoxicating to my young senses, making me even more delirious with desire as the whiskey and the promise of sex with an older man pulsed through me.

He said, “Suck me please….then I will take you to my bed and pleasure you.”  I loved the feel of a pulsing cock in my mouth as I licked his pre-cum from the tip, hearing him moan as he held my head guiding me. I loved sucking him, his taste, the heat and the thought of being his cock sucker were driving me insane with lust. I was his younger lover, as I nuzzled his balls, taking each into my mouth one at a time then back to his cock, as I tried to get as much of it in my mouth as I could. All of a sudden his cock was pulsing harder as he held my head tighter, “You’re a good little cock sucker, you’re my little cock whore aren’t you?…..You seem to have been taught well haven’t you…..fuck!….suck my cock……drain my cock.”

I went home after that experience and I felt guilt. I’m not sure why. But at night in bed, I stroked my penis to two more orgasms and drifted off to sleep. In the morning I showered and went to the park. I wandered around and kept a watchful eye on the restroom. He was no where to be found. I did see a number of men entering and leaving, some staying in there longer. All of them seemed to be in a rush to leave when they came out. I was figuring it out. This was a gathering place for men who wanted anonymous sex.