I have a thread in the Forum called: "Younger Guys Who Like Receiving A Handjob From An Older Guy" and have been impressed by the response. I've noted that many replies were from older guys for whom sadly this has merely been an unfulfilled desire. This fictional story shows that some desires CAN be fulfilled.....
"Tell me you're loving it, bitch! You like my cock, don't you? How hard it feels filling your tight cunt as I fuck you!"
As it happens Sam's fifty one year old cock wasn't embedded in his wife's tight cunt - it was embedded in Sam's baby-oiled fist as he stroked himself to orgasm.
"Here it comes, bitch!" He let out a roar as he erupted at the same time as a young stud's cock on the video he was watching withdrew from the woman's vagina and squirted over her breasts and belly. Sam's erupted on his belly.
Sam was addicted to porn as his sex life with his wife was now next to nothing. He still loved her and every night they cuddled up to each other in bed, but the moment he tried to induce her into foreplay she froze. His satisfaction was therefore confined to solitary masturbation. One night he brought himself off with hardly any movement while laying next to her and his ejaculate was caught in a handful of tissues from the box on the bedside cabinet.
About a month ago he had started watching gay porn. His only man on man experience had occurred many years earlier when, in a public urinal in a local park he had stood next to a man of his own age, just the two of them, at a stall. Having finished his pee, he noticed out of the corner of his eye, the man next to him had stepped back slightly and was displaying his erect cock in his hand. Sam had mixed feelings of shock, mild revulsion and excitement. The cock was large and his own was enlarging in his fingers. The man offered his free hand across the urinal. Before Sam knew what he was doing he had turned towards the man and proffered his now full erection to him. The first-time sensation of another hand other than his own wrapped round his penis almost overwhelmed him and as the obliging hand started stroking him he was transported to new heights.
Then the squeaking door announcing the arrival of another visitor interrupted the proceedings. Guilt engulfed Sam again and as his wife was outside sitting on the grass, he quickly tucked his rapidly diminishing cock back to safety, zipped up and walked out into the sunshine. Needless to say, that night his orgasm inside his wife was, in his mind, soaking the stranger's hand a few hours earlier.
Today, his wank was courtesy of straight porn on his laptop, but recently he had been watching daddy stuff on the gay selection of his favourite site and he found videos of older men jacking and sucking off younger guys (all over 18 of course!) particularly exciting. How he desired the feel of a young throbbing prick in his hand and making it explode, watching that gorgeous hot young cream pour out.
He switched off the porn site then checked another adult site he frequented. This one had a contact section. Sam clicked onto his profile and saw he had received a response to his ad: "Mature Guy Seeks Local Younger Over 18s To Pleasure With His Hands And Mouth. Cannot Accommodate. Can Drive" Suddenly, he had a pit in his stomach as he hastily clicked the Read button. The reply read: "Hi. I'm Andy - 23 yo. Love being tossed off by older men and would love you to wank my seven inch dick and make me cum." The message was followed by a phone number.
"Oh, God! It's happened!" said Sam aloud. He was in a turmoil. Should he go through with it? Could he go through with it? It was later that evening before he plucked up the courage to respond. His wife was downstairs. Sam was upstairs. For extra security he stepped into their en-suite bathroom with his mobile and made the call. A cheery voice confirmed the name of the person he was ringing and after stuttering his name and reason for calling the voice put him at ease. He sounded friendly enough. The call was quite brief and it was established that Andy lived only about twelve miles away and shared a flat with a mate. A date and time was arranged when Andy's mate would be out. It was in three evenings' time.
As it happened the evening coincided with Sam's wife's regular outing with a couple of girlfriends, so there should be no problem there.
Those three days were the longest days of Sam's life, during which time his appetite was totally askew. Was this impending encounter worth the turmoil he was going through?
Prior to his departure, Sam phoned Andy again to confirm the date was still on. It was. His wife safely out of the house, he climbed into his car, switched on his Sat Nav and headed for his destination. He arrived in good time.
The flat was on the ground floor of a semi-detached house in a quiet street. There were two doorbells with the residents' names on them. He pressed the appropriate bell and a few seconds later the door was opened by a very attractive young man with quite long dark hair, slim and wearing a tee shirt with a trendy logo and dark red chinos.
"Hi. I'm Andy - you must be Sam." Sam wasn't sure whether to hold out his arm to shake hands, but as Andy didn't proffer his, he decided to forget the formalities and with heart beat and pulse-rate rapidly increasing, he stepped into the hallway. A staircase faced him, but he was ushered into a door on the left. He was obviously in the living room. Sam was surprised by the decor. For a young male couple (he assumed Andy's flat-mate was roughly the same age) the room was quite tidy, the decor trendy, but tasteful. Then his heart sank. From the adjoining kitchen another young man appeared, roughly the same age as Andy. He was quite a bit shorter and slightly, dare I say it, chubbier, but again, was good looking. He was dressed in a tee shirt and shorts.
