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  • The second time

    • Two years after my first experience with a man (a beautiful older man) I had graduated High School and moved on to college. It was the early 1990's now and life had been pretty interesting, but for whatever reason, I had not had any other experiences with men. Guilt had hit me pretty hard and as I mentioned in my first episode, I had been raised in a very religious family that made having guilt an easy thing to do. After the initial excitement died down I began to feel like maybe I had done something wrong and I made a semi-conscience decision to try to forget about that sort of thing, find a nice girl and settle down.

    The only problem with that sort of decision is you have to really want it to be true. And while there was definitely a part of me that wanted to be "normal" (whatever that is) and fit in with my friends and family...there was a very strong desire lurking in me to wrap my arms and legs around a cute older guy and have my way with him. As much as I tried to suppress my desires, I developed crushes on my high school science teacher (I used to try to time it so we went to the restroom together! I remember many furtive glances at his cute cock...he must have thought I was stalking him or at least that I peed a lot!) and then my college history professor and then my tennis coach. They were all older 50-ish, chubby, and cute as hell. I remember how in awe I was the first time I used the college showers / dressing rooms and I saw several of the older college professors getting dressed and un-dressed and using the shower. I stayed in there so long people probably thought I had no home!

    Still, I had done pretty well at not acting on my urges, more likely due to my awkward shyness than anything else, and was not intending to act on them when I made the fateful choice to stop in the local 7-Eleven gas station in Longview, TX. Up until then I had worn my dick out jacking off to magazine clippings of older men in business attire and the pictures of my teachers / professors in my yearbooks...and of course the memory of my one and only sexual experience with an older man.

    I parked my car at the pumps and began filling the tank and as I did I scanned the area for cuties (as I always did). I saw a few semi-interesting men, but nothing too exciting. I noticed a brown and tan pick-up truck with a camper shell that looked familiar to me but I wasn't sure where I had seen it before. As I stared at it, I noticed a bumper sticker on it that read "Kor-vette" and it all came back to me. This was the same truck that had picked me up two years earlier in the neighboring town of Gilmer, TX as I walked home from work. This was the truck in which a handsome older fellow had sucked my cock for the first time. I started to shake.

    I felt butterflies churn in my stomach and a tingling sensation in my crotch. I knew I had to go into the store and see if it was really him in there. I shut off the pump and headed for the door. As I got closer I had to pass the truck and I got a good look inside the cab. I saw the same interior I remembered and I saw a can of baby wipes on the seat. He had used baby wipes the last time we met to clean the hot cum off of me after he made me ejaculate. I began to get a hard on and the butterflies were now performing acrobatics.

    I went inside and immediately had to pass the counter. That same gorgeous old man was standing there checking out. He had a coca cola on the counter and a chocolate ice cream pop in his mouth. Evidently he had been there chatting with the clerk as he ate his Popsicle. I stared at him like an idiot as I walked by and he stared back. I walked past him because I didn't know what to say and picked up a coca cola of my own. I watched him from the corner of my eye and saw that he was staring at me. I didn't know if he recognized me or not. In the two years since the last encounter he had not changed much, but I had let my hair grow long and had grown a goatee. I was a college theater major and this was the "in" look at the time.

    I took my soda pop to the counter and sort of nudged past him to pay. He didn't move much. He got real quiet and watched me as I paid and began to walk out the door. I suddenly felt sick. I was too frickin' shy to speak to him and it looked like he wasn't going to say anything to me! My hard on began to wilt as I walked out the door and left him standing behind me. I slowly went and got in my car and let out the deepest most miserable sigh a person has ever let out. I put my key in the ignition and started the engine as I mentally replayed the last scene and tried to figure out why he hadn't spoken to me at the same time I cursed myself for not having the courage to speak to him. As I was about to shift into drive, I heard a knock on my car window. It was him.

    He was smiling and motioned for me to roll down the window, which I did as fast as my hand could work!

    "Hey guy!" he said, "Nice looking car you got here. It's a classic...What is it...a Gremlin?"

    "Yes," I stuttered out, "It's a '74."

    "I thought so." He continued as he finished off his Popsicle. "I can appreciate older cars." He hesitated and I could tell he was struggling with what to say, so I swallowed hard and dove in head first.

    "You don't recognize me, do you?" I stammered out.

    "No, I don't." He replied with a funny look on his face. "Have we met?"

    "We did more than meet." I plowed on. "Two years ago, you picked me up on my way home from work and we went into the woods and..." But I didn't have to say anymore. All the lights came on and a broad grin crossed his face.

    "Good God Yes!" He exclaimed. "Damn, I sure do remember that. I have been looking for you ever since, but I had guessed you moved."

    "Yes, I did." I answered. "I am living in Longview now and going to school in Kilgore. I looked for you too, but I was so screwed up last time, I didn't even get your name."

    "Name's Lewis." He said, and put his hand in my window to shake on it. "I had just stopped in here to get something to gnaw on." He held up the now empty Popsicle stick. "But I have something else in mind I'd like to gnaw on now. Do you live nearby here?"

    I almost choked. It was happening again. Here was this tremendously handsome chubby older guy, with beautiful white hair and crystal blue eyes chatting me up with such sheer confidence I was overwhelmed! For a moment I just looked at him. My eyes took in the slightly wrinkled round face, the bulge of his belly under his button up shirt, the inviting looking zipper on his khaki pants that was all that stood between me and his hot old man dick. I was hard again and I knew I was pre-cumming right there in my pants.

    "Not very far at all." I finally said. "Do you want to come over?"

    "Hell, son!" he joked, "If I knew where it was I'd beat you there!"

    I laughed and told him to follow me and I would go straight there. I knew I was supposed to go to an afternoon class in about an hour, but I decided without hesitation that I didn't care if it meant fail or pass, I wasn't going to school that day!

    We arrived at the two story red brick duplex I was currently living in with my brother in about ten minutes. I knew and was glad that my brother was at work and would be for several more hours. My brother would definitely not understand this situation and would probably throw me out, not to mention disown me.

    We parked and he was out of his truck before I made it out of my car. He came to my door and held it open as I stood up and out of it. He pressed into me and discreetly rubbed his hand on my crotch.

    "Do you have nosy neighbors?" he asked as he firmly squeezed my hard on through my pants.

    "Um...yes...I do." I said nervously.

    "Well, you better get me inside then." He laughed, giving me a quick kiss. "Before I get you naked in the driveway."

    I grinned and pushed past him and walked to my door. After unlocking it, I let him inside. As soon as the door was closed he pulled me to him and hugged / squeezed me so hard I thought he was trying to merge us into one person. I returned the favor. He was impressed with how strong and muscular I was and commented on it. He ran his hands up and down my thighs and complimented me on the muscles. I told him I had taken up medieval recreation and was an accomplished fencer / sword fighter and it made my arms and legs very firm. He laughed and rubbed my belly and said that was fine as long as I didn't lose my cute little gut.

    After rubbing on each other and nuzzling for a few minutes he asked where my bed was and I took him by the hand and lead him upstairs to my room. I opened the door and we went in. As I closed it behind me he pulled me to him and asked if he could undress me. I didn't know what to say, so I just moved closer. He fumbled with the buttons on my shirt for a minute and my hands automatically went to help but he swatted them away. He said he wanted to do it, that his hands were old but he would manage.

    Sure enough, he had my shirt off in a moment and as he slipped it off my arms, his warm soft hands rubbed their way down my naked arms and chills raced down my spine. He took a moment to admire my broad shoulders. He asked what my chest measurement was and I told him it was 54 inches. "Broad and strong." he commented as he massaged my chest.

    He knelt in front of me and pulled my foot up to a point where he could remove my shoe and sock, then he did the same with the second foot. He rubbed each foot lovingly before he put them down and let hs hands slowly rub their way up my legs to my crotch as he stood back up. His eyes stayed locked on mine as he stepped a little closer and unbuttoned my fly. He slowly unzipped my pants and let them drop. After helping me to step out of them he massaged my crotch again through my boxers. My hard on was plain to see and bulged out of my boxers with force. The only thing keeping it from escaping it's cloth prison was one little button on the fly of the boxers.

    "OK, let's see how glad you are to see me." he said as he knelt down once again and slowly pulled down my polka-dot boxers. He seemed to enjoy seeing the elastic of my waistband pull down on my hard cock. When he had pulled down enough my dick escaped and sprung up like a diving board, hard and straight. He let the boxers fall and again helped me to step out.

    Now I was standing there completely naked and he was still fully clothed. He came forward and hugged me again, pressing my hard on into the crotch of his pants. I was completely speechless. It began to feel like a wonderful dream again, like the first time two years ago. I hugged him back and for the first time, let myself go a little. I let my fingers massage his back and was surprised to find that it was still strong and his hips were tight. I squeezed his behind and pressed against him. My hands rubbed up and down his sides with just enough force to be considered a firm massage. Then, For the first time, I smelled him. It was a wonderful scent of old Spice and sex. I felt like I was smelling his passion. I knew I was pre-cumming again.

    He reached down and unzipped his fly and reached further and opened up his own boxers. But, instead of pulling his cock out, like I thought he would, he slid my cock in. Now my dick was sticking in through the fly of his pants and I could feel his old dick against the head of my own. He moved it around a bit and it was if he was tracing the outline of his cock and balls with the rigid head of my own. It was amazing.

    Then he took a step back and said: "Well, are you going to help me now?"

    I knew what he meant immediately and began unbuttoning his shirt. It came off easily and I realized that this was the first time I had seen his hairy chest. The last time we were together I only got to see him nude from the waste down as we were outdoors and not in the most secure of places. He had salt and pepper colored chest hair that was thick and gorgeous. I ran my hands through it and rubbed on his nipples. I felt that his chest was broad and still as strong a his back. I let my hands run down his belly and feel the hairy glory trail that lead into the waste of his pants.

    I did as he had done to me (which now looking back, is exactly as he wanted it...he was teaching me) in that I took off his shoes and socks and rubbed each foot softly. I let my hands feel their way up his legs, past his thighs and to his crotch. He was getting very hard. It took him longer than me, perhaps because he had more control, or perhaps due to his age, but whatever the case, he was now becoming sternly erect.

    I looked him in the eye for a moment as I undid his fly and then then let his pants fall to the ground. He was wearing snow white boxers through which I could see his bulge trying to break free. I helped him step out of his pants and without standing again, I slowly pulled down his boxers as he had done allowing his cock to drag against the waistband until it broke free and stood up.

    Now we were both nude and I let my eyes take it all in. I stepped back and just stared at him. I saw his nude body as a thing of wonder and beauty. He was moderately hairy and the salt and pepper effect was all over his body. His chest hair was laying to one side where I had brushed it and his hairy legs were still well formed for his age. I noticed he had a tattoo on his right shoulder of an anchor and a ship's name that I now can't remember. I do remember now being excited about that and thinking to myself how cool it was that I had an ex-military / navy man here. I had always liked older men in uniform! I wish to God I had taken a picture, for as much as that image is emblazoned in my mind's eye, it fades more as time goes by and that is a sight I never want to forget.

    He reached out for me and I gave him my hand. He pulled me to the bed and pushed me back to lay down. Then he climbed in beside me and began massaging my body all over. I tried to reciprocate, but he told me to lay still and just enjoy it. He said he wanted to soak me in and ravage me. I understood perfectly what he meant and forced myself to lay still. Soon, he added butterfly kisses to the massaging and started at my neck and worked down to my waistline. He raised up here and grinned at me.

    "I remember your big balls." he said, "I'll never forget those." And he began to fondle them.

    He gently lifted them and massaged them and then he leaned over and kissed them. I sucked in air hard and he chuckled. He went down again and lifted my balls and kissed the place below them...that sensitive little spot between your nuts and your asshole. I moaned like a girl. I could hear him chuckling again as he began to massage that spot softly and then he began jerking me off. He seemed to know when he was getting me too close, because he stopped at just the right time and lay his body on top of mine. I felt his hot crotch against my own and felt his hard dick pushing into my balls. He kissed my neck again and rubbed his naked, hairy body up and down on me in slow, warm, movements. I felt my dick rubbing against his and I thought how wonderful it was. My cock had never touched another man's cock before and it was like electricity. I told him I was getting close again and so he stopped. He rolled over to my side and began to tickle and rub lightly between my thighs.

    "I jacked off thinking about you often." he said "After that time in the woods. It's not easy for an old fart like me to find a young stud like you who actually likes being with old guys. You are one in a million."

    "I always thought I was strange." I said. "You know?...like something was wrong with me."

    "Heck no, son!" He said vehemently. "I can understand how you might think that...coming from this part of the world...the back woods of east Texas...the buckle of the bible belt. I know how you must have felt. I went through it too. I was born and raised right here. I hid my feelings and married. Had three kids, all the time denying who I was."

    He continued to rub all over me as I asked "You're married? Does your wife know?"

    "My wife knew." he said. "She passed away five years ago. She figured it out a long ways back. But she overlooked it because she loved me. And I loved her too. My kids know too, I guess, though they never speak to me about it. I kind of feel like I am making up for lost time these days. But things were never so easy back then...even if I had come out. They're still not too easy as you probably know. I have to be careful. My friends in the community would still not understand...though I care less and less."

    He grabbed my cock with those last words and squeezed it hard as if he didn't want to talk about it anymore. I hushed as he gently pushed the skin back from the head of my uncut dick and lightly put his lips against it. He backed off ever so slightly and blew against it lightly. It sent chills racing down my spine again. Then, slowly, hotly, he put his mouth completely over it. It was almost if not more intense than the first time. I felt that wonderful heat, that soft tongue flicking over my head and pressing against the opening of my pee hole. I grabbed on to the sheet beneath me with both hands and squeezed to try to keep from cumming immediately.

    He worked it hard core. He took one hand and massaged my nuts and the sacred spot beneath them as his lips and tongue went all over the head. his other hand went up and down the shaft, gently squezzing and twisting, until I could hold it no more. I told him I was about to blow and he said "OK, come for me big boy!...Shoot that hot load! Let's see if you can hit yourself in the face again!"

    Something about this hot older fella ordering me to shoot for him made the moment even more intense than I ever thought it could be and I blew my stack. Did I hit myself in the face? No, I blasted that personal record to bits. I shot over my head, over the foot of my bed and my hot cum splattered on the TV that rested there.

    "Good God!" He exclaimed. "That was worth the price of admission!"

    I couldn't say anything. I was still cumming. I had the longest orgasm I have ever had before or since. He never let go of my cock and he never stopped pumping. I just kept having the shuddering contractions of orgasm long after I should have stopped. I saw his face in that moment and it was filled with glee and yes, I guess love too. He was enjoying seeing me shoot more than anything he had ever seen, and I was enjoying showing him what I could do.

    When the shudders finally died down and he let go of my dick he told me to lay there for a moment while he cleaned me up. He had brought in a bag with him that I had hardly noticed before. Now I saw him go to it and get something out. I appreciated his cute little bubble butt as he bent over to get the bag. When he returned he had the can of baby wipes with him again. Just like he did the first time, two years earlier, he lovingly cleaned me up with the baby wipes and left no spot un-turned.

    He commented that my dick never got soft. I told him it rarely did. For whatever reason, as long as I wanted it to, it would stay hard, even after cumming. I had never thought anything about it, but he said that was something to be proud of because most cocks went soft immediately after shooting. At the time, I didn't know if that was true or not, but since then, and with more expereince under my belt, I would say that is pretty true with some exceptions.

    After cleaning me, he lay down beside me. We were both still naked and I noticed he was playing with is cock. I reached over and played with it a little and grinned at him. He took his hand away and I grasped it firmly. I began to repeat what he had done to me, kissing him all over and massaging his cock and balls. At one point I stopped. I sat between his legs and put his legs over mine and scooted as close to his crotch as I could. Our dicks were close enough to brush against each other, with him laying on his back, and me sitting up with his legs draped over mine. I just sat that way for a while and looked at him all over.

    "What are you up to?" He smiled.

    "I just want to look at you." I said. "I have never been able to get my fill of looking at a good looking guy like yourself in the nude...especially not this close and relaxed. If that's ok..."

    "It's fine." He said. "You remind me of how I used to be, or at least how I would have been if I had the opportunity."

    "I don't mean to seem weird." I blushed. "It's just, I never want to forget this..."

    "No, don't worry." He smiled again and I swear it looked as if he almost teared up...or maybe it was a sort of love or admiration I saw in his eyes. "Why don't you just watch...I'll bet you never saw another man jack off...have you?"

    I swallowed hard again and blushed deeper. I had not, and until that day, never realized how badly I wanted to.

    He instructed me not to touch, but just to watch, and without changing position, he began to stroke his cock. He started out slowly, pulling down on the shaft, and pushing up. He squeezed it and reached below it to massage his own balls for a moment, then went back to pulling on it. He slowly got faster, taking a break ever so often to let go and massage his balls. I felt his legs begin to tense. I felt his thigh muscles harden as they lay across mine. My own dick was throbbing again, but part of my instructions from him was not to touch my own dick either, but to just watch.

    I watched his dick swell beyond what it was and then I saw his balls go up inside him till nothing was left but the loose sack hanging down. Then he let out a groan, closed his eyes tightly, and began stroking furiously on his swollen cock. I felt him shudder and heard him let out a rush of air and he was cumming. It was something I had never seen before. I had never seen another man cum. And while his spurts were nowhere near as strong as mine had been, he blew out a good bit and it dripped down onto my dick and balls. It was hot and felt great. I felt the tension leave his legs and saw his hand loosen it's grip on his cock as more cum dribbled from it's purple head. He let it go and it fell against my own and drizzled out the last of his juice onto mine. I felt it still throbbing lightly against mine and felt more of the cum trickle out until it was dripping down my balls. On impulse, I reached down and stuck my finger into the cum and rubbed it around for a minute. Then, very quickly, before I changed my mind, I stuck my finger in my mouth.

    I saw that he had opened his eyes and was watching me.

    "Salty." I said as I blushed again.

    "Well?" he asked. "How was that?"

    "It was the most incredible moment of my life." I said. "You are a very handsome man."

    He chuckled again and lay back against the pillow. I carefully lifted his legs off of me and got a few of his baby wipes out of the can. Then, for the first time, I cleaned him up, gently, leaving no spot unturned.

    We lay there for a while longer. Perhaps it was twenty minutes, perhaps it was two hours. I really can't remember. I just remember at one point he rolled over and put his arm around me and held me. And it felt like I had conquered the world. It was what I had always wanted but had never had the courage to admit even to myself...to be held, in the strong arms of a sexy older man after good sex and with no pressure. It was heaven.

    I don't really remember much about what we said while we laid there, except two things. He told me one of the things he liked about me was that I was manly. He said he didn't like nelly guys and one of the things that he had noticed about me immediately was that I was a strong, manly, man's man. He asked me never to change that. He said he could not understand gay guys who acted like women. In his opinion if you were gay it meant you liked MEN not men who acted like women. At the time I didn't really get what he was saying but I guess I do now.

    The other thing he said was that we would get together again...and now that he knew where I was he would come soon and pick me up and take me to his house. I thought that was a terrific idea and gave him my phone number. Now that I had finally found my Lewis again, I didn't want to lose him. And I looked forward to our next encounter in which I was sure I would learn more. Little did I know that next time would be the very next week...but again...that's a whole different story...and it's hard to type with your dick in your hands. LOL!


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