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.

Namio Harukawa…..A gallery of favorites

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I have always loved these drawings by Namio Harukawa, in spite of the fact that I’m not a submissive male. Being a Dominant male I still appreciate the power of a submission and that of a submissive male, in a Femdom relationship. Of course I do love licking and sucking a chubby girl pussy…..and all or most of his work centers around that.

You can learn more about NamioHarukawa here.

“Namio Harukawa (春川 ナミオ) Harukawa Namio, born in 1947, in Osaka Prefecture, Japan) is a Japanese artist known for his realistic femdom erotica drawings. He created around one thousand unique drawings.[1] Harukawa’s artwork features voluptuous women with large breasts, wide hips, round buttocks and thick legs overpowering and humiliating smaller men. The women in Harukawa’s drawings are typically Asian or European in appearance. Harukawa’s women usually have an aloof look on their faces and often are doing everyday activities such as smoking or drinking a cup of tea.”

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.

Dom….sub…..and Everything in Between

I’ve always had a slightly skewed view of the D/s relationship and dynamic. I’m not a D/s intellectual, but I’m pretty well read. As an adult I love control. I’ve been in a lot of places in my life sexually. I was a young male who was “mentored’ by a few  mature males. I suppose because I was younger than these male figures, I naturally did as I was told or what was asked of me. Was it out of respect, or was it fear? I don’t remember ever being afraid, so I will discount that. Was it because I was taught to respect my elder’s, maybe. While I always respected my elders at that age, I believe I wanted to follow. I wanted to be lead into the darkness. I wanted to be touched, fondled and used. Yes I wanted to be a boy toy, a pet.  I wanted all of the dirty, dark sexual experiences that I could be thrown mt way.

I remember the beginning. He was older. I was a young 18 year old smooth twink. Just graduating high school, I was taking the summer off and was sun bathing in nothing but my soft and worn bikini underwear. I was laying by a pond where we skinny dipped. Instead of being with the guys I normally hung out with, that particular day I was alone. I had fallen asleep. I awoke suddenly as a man, an older man sat next to me. He sat too close, but I didn’t move. I was slightly uncomfortable, but not enough to move or say anything to him about it. He made a comment or two, asked if I had been swimming, I nodded I had. He commented that must have been a pretty sight. I was beginning to feel aroused, my cock was swelling and if it hardened anymore, it would clearly be obvious.

His eyes were fixated on my underwear, my cock. He glanced at me and then he went back to looking where he shouldn’t be looking. He nudged the front of his shorts, and looked at me again. This time his eyes were looking deeply into my own, waiting for a reaction. He told me I was sexy and I was causing him to harden, as he fondled himself, his hand still grabbing at his shorts. He was very aroused. I was as well. My underwear was revealing a slight wet spot, my arousal was betraying me.

Slowly he reached over and slipped his warm hand under the waist band of my tiny underwear. I was his. His touch was amazing, soft, gentle, and in someway, very wrong. But I laid back and moaned, as he pulled the front of my bikini briefs down, and took me completely in his mouth. I lasted a few minutes. He asked me if I would come home with him. I nodded I would.

This began a summer of submission. I was naked with him always, I was his cock whore, cock sucker, and I ran to it. I ran to him when he called, or drove by my house. I pushed aside my friends to spend an afternoon or night with him naked, on my knees sucking his cock. He shared me with other men and watched. I wanted to make him proud, I wanted him to whisper in my ear as I took his friends cocks, “You’re a good boy.”

Then, one day I met a woman at a book store.  She was older. We were sitting on two chairs facing each other. I watched as she read her magazine. I would catch her glancing at me, but when I looked up at her, she dropped her head as if she wasn’t staring at me. This went on for a bit. Cat and mouse, who was gonna flinch first. She looked to be my mothers age, and was wearing a skirt. Occasionally she would cross her legs one way, then the other. I could see she was wearing stockings. When she would cross her legs in one direction, the stocking tops peeked out as she moved. I was wondering as my cock hardened, if she was wearing a garter belt or a girdle.

I was extremely aroused as I laid back a bit revealing the lump of my hard cock in my pants. She eventually looked up, her eyes wide open like a deer in head lights as she saw me staring at her. Then her eyes went to my outstretched legs and to my crotch. She stared for too long before looking back at me, biting her lower lip. I held my stare as she slowly parted her thighs. Not too far, but I could see her panties. She went back to reading. I got up and walked to the register and bought the book I had started. I walked outside and smoked a cigarette. I heard, “Ooooooooh there you are.” I said, “Yep.”

I was always looking for sex. I had been with a number of girls my age, and I loved being with them, but for sex I preferred older males. They were sexually hungry and naughty. They weren’t done as soon as they came and they trembled when a young male was naked with them. But she reminded me of my mom and I wondered what that might be like. “Do you have a car young man?” she asked. I nodded I did. “Would you mind taking me home, I mean give me a lift?” “Sure………I take you home,” I said, lingering on, “I take you home.”

I knew she wanted me, her parted thighs were the invite. I felt confident and wanted her. She climbed in and sat sideways on the bench seat in my car. “May I take my shoe off?” she asked. I felt her toes bump against my butt, her knee bent upwards. I looked at her before I put the key in the ignition and saw she was sitting so her thighs were spread as far as the skirt would allow, her other foot was on the floor. She just looked at me as I reached out and put my hand on her leg. I heard her moan. Sliding my hand up her thigh higher I felt her warm flesh above her stockings. I started the car and began to drive, I followed her directions and again slid my hand up her thigh. I touched her panties and they were damp. I brought my fingers to my nose and inhaled. “Oooooooooh……your naughty,” she said, and then after a few moments she crawled over next to me and put her hand in my lap. Whispering, she asked, “Did you like that?” I said, “Yeah…..a lot.”

She quickly opened my pants and took out my cock, her mouth was over it, licking and sucking. Her head was bobbing up and down. I was swerving all over the road and to stay in the lane I grabbed her by the hair and said, “Suck me nice before I get in an accident!” “She looked up at me and said, “Yes Sir,” and went back to sucking. I had said that before, many times. I liked hearing her say that, it felt right.

Something changed in me in that moment, I was never in control before. I spent the night with her and in the morning she was on her knees at the door, sucking my cock again. She became my cock whore and I would call her regularly. She had a boyfriend and it always made me feel good when she would run to be with me, and stand him up. Slowly I ended my relationship with the older males I frequently spent time with. I would show up at her apartment or where she worked, telling her I needed my cock sucked, sometimes I stayed and other times I would leave her with a mouthful of cum. I was feeling good about myself.

I liked hanging out with her. She was easy, and willing. She took orders well and would be dressed as I asked. She was always willing to suck me. I quickly discovered she was a slut. One night we were driving through town and I saw a couple of buddies. They flagged me down and asked for a ride. I told them to get in. I looked at her and told her to suck my cock. She immediately took my cock in her mouth as my buddies watched. With cum dripping from her chin, I told her to suck them too. She readily agreed, as she climbed in the back seat, I pulled over to smoke a cigarette and watch. She was up for anything as long as I fucked her at some point.

She began hinting about loving things put in her wet hole. She whispered she loved being forced to take things, unusual things, and to be tied down. I was intrigued. The next time I saw her we played a game, I would tie her to a table and begin inserting things. She would begin begging me to fuck her harder and deeper. She became too loud and she wouldn’t stop, so I put a her panties in her mouth. It was incredibly arousing to make her come over and over, forcing her to have one more, then one more, and maybe another. Back then I had no idea what a forced orgasm was, but she loved bondage and to be restrained, gagged, and used.

I remember thinking about how I had experienced some of the same things with the mature males, especially when more than one male was present, and how things got very kinky, very fast. I felt extremely excited to have this type of control over her. I also sensed while my friends were making comments about what a whore she was, how strong she was. She was confident and strong willed. She had a powerful job and lived a comfortable life. Sexually she was very submissive, but that word was still not part of my vocabulary. I sensed she made choices based on what aroused her, and who she was with.

One night laying in her bed, she became romantic. I liked that. She kissed me and said soft affectionate things. I had been feeling closer to her and feared if I showed her that, she might make me feel insignificant or walk away. She talked, I listened. She told me, “You may think I’m like this with every man I’m with…..I’m not.” She continued, “You’re very special…..I saw that the first night we met…..I felt safe with you….or I would have never done what I did……I sensed a shyness about you so I did a few things to tease you….do you understand?” I nodded. She went on, “The guy I was seeing when I met you was a nice guy….. but you know how I stood him up to be with you…….he’s not like you…..we didn’t have this type of relationship…..but I can’t help myself.” I was confused, but I continued to listen. “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.” I told her I was confused. I felt something familiar in what she she was  saying, my submissive past was surging in me as she had described her experiences.” “You should understand what I’m telling you…….from the little you shared about what you have done with men……what they expected of you…..it’s really no different…..don’t you see that?” she said.

I did see it, more so I felt it. It was a conflict. I remember the delicious feelings of arousal from being used. I also felt the comfort of control, and the arousal. I wanted desperately to understand the tension I was feeling about being the Sir and answering to the Sir, and how did the romantic affectionate feelings I was having fit in between it all. I felt affection for that one male who first brought to this place, the respect I had for him. I trusted him with my naked body, my soul. “Do you trust me?” I asked. “Yes…..completely”, She responded and then kissed me softly. “You must have trust, complete trust…..and you should have love and affection……do you see we have chemistry…..do you see how our desires demand that we trust each other completely……and the affection and love for each other is the bond that holds this all together.” I felt so confused.

 

The Girl They Wanted.

I was a young boy when my father made the most hurtful comment. My father was holding me in his arms as he through a scarf over my head and said, “Look……doesn’t he make a pretty little girl.” My mother said, “Oh my…..yes he does.”

I will say it scared me. I will also say I was her little boy and she loved me deeply. I grew into an adolescent and did all the things boys did, normal things like baseball and played army with m,y friends. But I always wanted to please them and felt I came up short in that one way. I wasn’t the little girl my Daddy wanted. He always talked to my girl cousins when we had family gatherings and ignored me. When I got brave enough to confront him, I asked why he ignored me. He response was, “I see you all the time, I rarely see them, so I take the opportunity to be with them”

I never wanted to go to my grandmother’s house for Christmas, my girl cousins would be there and I hated his behavior. I was of course made to go. One night my youngest cousin slept over. She was slightly older than me by a few months. We slept in my room and had a great time as we always did. She and I both changed separately in my room. I remember she changed her pink panties and put on new ones. Her clothes were strewn all over my room. After she had finished it was my turn. I went to my room and saw her pink panties laying on the floor. I’m not sure what caused me to grab them, but I did. I hid them in my closet, deep in some boxes. When I cam out and saw my cousin sitting on my dad’s lap I was so envious. Her tee shirt was pulled up just enough for me to see the white panties she had changed into.

Some days later I had a tee shirt on and I went to get her pink panties. I dug them out from the secret hiding place and put them on. I went out to where my father was sitting and crawled on his lap. He looked at me and asked, “Did you loose your underwear?”

He told me to go change and act like a boy. I was a boy, but for him I wanted to be a girl.

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.