I'd watched some gay porn movies over the past few days and got excited at the gangbang scenes where guys were being fucked hard in the ass by big cocks and also giving blow jobs.
Having gone up to bed immediately after a porn watching session, I noticed pre-cum as I lay down.
Instead of getting up to clean it, I collected it with my finger and licked it. It tasted OK so I started playing with myself to get more of it. Sure enough, it continued to ooze and I kept eating it up.
I decided to wank myself off but kept stopping to collect the pre-cum, I continued eating it until I couldn't control myself as I was getting close to cumming. I had a glass which I keep on my bedside cabinet for water. Having eaten a considerable amount of pre-cum, I aimed my cock into the glass and squirted 3 times into it.
After first running my hand up the shaft, to collect any remnants, I licked my hand before inspecting the glass contents.
I tentatively tilted the glass and took some into my mouth, without a second thought, I swallowed. Now aroused, I poured the remainder into my mouth and felt the lumpy bits, sperm I deduced. After a moment's hesitation, I swallowed it all down.
Wow, that's bitterer than pre-cum but it still didn't repulse me so I began to rub my cock again getting it stiff for a second wank. Again collecting as I rubbed, when I climaxed this time, I cupped my hand and looked at it squirt. Yes, the sperm was clear to see, I felt the warmth of it and transferred from my hand into my mouth then swallowed without hesitation.
Over the coming days, this became a nightly ritual. I was now used to eating cum and found it more pleasant each time.
I thought of the porn I'd watched of indoor gangbangs and casual cruising encounters where young guys sought out old perverts in parks, got fucked and gave blow jobs.
My mischievous side came out and I went out during the day and night looking at potential places to try and pick someone up.
After a couple of days, I was sitting on a park bench just resting when an old man in his late fifties sat beside me.
"Nice day for it" he said.
"Yes" I responded, though not aware what 'it' was I bided my time sitting there with this man over twice my age.
"Fancy a coffee?" he asked.
"Yes, I was about to go to that little cafe for one" I replied, pointing toward the place across from the park and opposite the bench we were sitting at.
"I live over there, why don't you save your money and join me for one" he said rather forward.
Thinking for a moment and with my motives for being there, I accepted.
Once inside, he took my jacket and casually tossed it over a chair.
