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I admit that older guys like to turn their heads in recent years, seduced And to have only fooled them occasionally. Until I got to the wrong.
He eyed me strikingly in the tram. He looked good, but would have been my daddy, with whom he even had a certain similarity with.
For the warmth on this day, he was too uncomfortable to the tie. He probably came out of the office.
On the other hand, I myself came directly from the gay cruising area at the quarry lake, where a guy with a not very attractive skin was overflowed behind me. However, it always horny to pull my eyes naked.
And as a teenager, of course, I was definitely a sought -after object. Seamlessly brown with a small bush below the nabel I presented a nice one tail And a crunchy butt, which the virginity was already taken.
Of course I knew the area well. We had already roamed them as children. So again and again I disappeared from my “pursuer” in the reeds, jumped back into the water, went into the wood over a small hill, he always got behind me.
It was absolutely clear to me that he wanted me and what The horny goat Wanted from me. Only he wasn’t really my type and somehow I also seemed slowly bothered.
I didn’t see other boys my age with whom I would have liked to do it. His cock was big, but shriveled.
The skin was also seamlessly brown, but wrinkled and leather. Certainly he even had the 60 far behind. But even my grandpa looked even fresher at 70. So I didn’t feel like blowing his part or leaving me my ass, which I would be happy to do otherwise.
He would probably have come after seconds, had grown without my own fun and would have gone. “May I blow you?“He asked in the closer to closer when I was pulling my sports pants over the tail and butt to go. I saw his unkempt hair and teeth. “Nope,” I replied briefly and rude and, like me, turned away.
In this respect, I was only slightly lightly and probably a little lightly and probably a bit tapping with a T-shirt, my little bathing backpack, the plenty of short, rather bold-emphasizing tight shorts and my sneakers, so that the guy in the train was not wondering me.
He also radiated somewhat male erotic and differed so much from the greasy guy at the quarry lake. But he was probably just a horny buck that does not dare to dare and only secretly wanked when the wife falls next to in. Conversely, I would also have looked. Mine Mother Had already complained about the tight sports pants.
He pulled them out with my eyes.
And that didn’t push me off, but found it exciting. In the middle of the road I got a visible stiff. He saw it. I grinned straight into his face.
He did not grin, but turned the view of interesting gray -green eyes on me and my bump. But no smile, just patterns, no tongue tip or any other signal. So he didn’t want anything from me? Decoratively, I turned around my stop, shouldered my backpack and got out.
If my T-shirt hadn’t covered it, everyone would have seen that my glans had already exceeded the edge of the pants and was free.
The waistband pressed violently and massively on my cock. A look back showed me that he had got up quickly, had also left the train and followed me. So. I played my game.
Accelerated my step, flirted “inconspicuous” with my butt, slowed down, accelerated again and turned in a garage area. Of course I knew her.
Would come? secure. He followed unchanged.
I struck another angle and leaned against a garage in a little visible, unfortunately slightly grubby corner. It smelled of urine. He came closer. I looked him straight back in the face.
We didn’t speak a word. He still showed no reaction on his face. He went to my pants by hand. But the roles changed.
He was clearly the boss in the ring now. The guy was slim, was well shaved and surprisingly strong. With two hands he pressed me on his knees. I almost stumbled.
With a clever grip he loosened his belt. A not too big, but hard, male part emerged from his underpants.
Without hesitation, he pushed my head to his glans. The tail was raised and twitched slightly.
It didn’t smell uncomfortable. I didn’t like it as I started to blow him. The tail filled my mouth almost too deep. The game was only interrupted briefly when he pulled my shirt down with a jerk and carelessly threw it onto the floor.
Now I tasted its first drops of pleasure. they taste good. Just as he had pushed me down with ease beforehand, he now pulled me up and turned me around.
I stood with my face to the garage wall.
He didn’t say it, but significantly signaled it ….“Bring with your ass..“With his hands on my pool, he pushed me into the submissive position. Suddenly people were nearby to hear voices and he turned briefly to check whether we were disturbed. Everything was indifferent to me. I was already fucked than others watched and that was more excited.
But the voices fell on the other side of the garage.
With both hands he finally tore my pants down. She was now hung on her knees and now slipped all the way down. He would fuck me.
I wanted it? Damn yes. I wanted. I wanted to feel his hard part in me. With a slight step against his foot, it meant spreading his legs.
Because of the pants at the bottom of the feet, this was not yet possible. I kicked her determined by me. My foot got in briefly in her. He captured me when I almost stumbled back.
Now she was in dust at the shirt and I was very naked. Splinteracked between two garages with a guy in a suit with a tail outline. With great desire for sex and very horny.
With his eyes closed I felt his limb on my ass, which he stuck with both hands and skilfully massaged and kneaded.
Soon there were fingers and in my rosette. He must have moistened her with his saliva because it felt slippery. He moistened with two fingers and stretched my hole. The fingers played in me.
A crazy feeling. So nobody had worried me with fingers. My head leaned against my forearm. I always let it happen more willless.
He took me now. His cock was in me. I groaned when his glans overcame my gate and began to get myself with one hand myself jerk off. His hand came in and together we worked on my stiff part while he.
Again and again he penetrated new and deeper into me. My hole was now really wet and well wide. I splashed the moment when he also came hot in me. A violent orgasm shook me.
My ray clapped to the garage wall. But his cock was not limp. He worked on me and I felt the juice ran out of my butt out of my butt and down on my thighs.
He now tore me on my hair, which hurt more than before when he entered me.
But it was more of an exciting, humiliating pain. I was his lust object and wanted it that way. I was the lust object of a real, adult and experienced man. It was not a game among boys who researched and tried their bodies.
My sperm ran down in threads on the unplastered rough wall. I would have loved to feel warm soft lips on my cock. He came a second and third time. Me too.
The guy was potent. Unfortunately he still didn’t blew me. He just wanted my butt and fucked how a male fucks the bitch. Mechanical, but more than lustful for me.
He fucked well. My orgasms shook me all over my body. He leaned down and licked my column. His solid tongue in my rosette almost made me crazy.
Again I had his cock in my mouth, which now tasted like me. I sucked and licked greedily.
My knees trembled and sagged almost away. It went half an hour, as my view of the clock showed later, and I only slowly returned to reality.
At some point he wiped his cock with a handkerchief, closed my pants without comment, gave me a blow on my ass and went with quick steps when voices could be heard again. He still hadn’t said a word. Nothing. He only used me.
And I let myself be used. Like a stricter. I was the free stricter of a horny, much older, goats. AIDS did not yet exist.
When I slowly put the shirt and pants over, I couldn’t see him anymore. Never again. Not even on the tram. He hadn’t even left me a handkerchief for my dirty butt.
I got in the shower, washed off his dried sperm on my skin and in my ass column. She was still damp. My pants smelled of his sperm.
I would have really went to bed with the guy too.
I wish he played with me daddy and Son. For a whole night. And longer. That night it came to me several times.
I turned in erotic lust and dreamed that he would take me again. Multiple. In all positions from behind and front. I sniffed on my dirty sports trousers.
He would throw me hard on a bed, tear it and fuck me. Just like that. Without words, hard, male, violent, natural.
The next day I drove it in the afternoon with my somewhat younger favorite tutoring student who had just become 16.
“Hey, hey,” said when we were relaxed again. “Where did you learn that?”Hmmmm …” tutoring “I grinned, thought of the garages and the guys back. Actually liked to do this to this day.
Short story. The encounter Was 1972.
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