Date: Sat, 15 Aug 2009 21:32:18 -0400
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Older Men Fetish (gay\adult youth, b/m/M)

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                  Older men Fetish
                        By
                       Wolf

	Forty years ago I lived in Modesto, California.
Modesto was a dusty farm community in the Central
Valley.  It was still mostly dry land farming because
the State water project was just starting to be
built.  Farm housed were surrounded by cypress
trees that had big piles of sand next to the
windrows.

	My grandparents lived in Burlingame, about 10
or 12 miles south of San Francisco, on the lea side
just below the San Francisco Airport.  I was about a
90 mile drive to visit my grandparents.  We did visit
pretty often, if for no other reason than to get
away from the summer heat.  During the spring my
dad always wanted to see the Giants play baseball.
He never missed a Dodger series because he hated
Los Angeles Dodgers so much.

	I was the youngest child in the family, with two
older sisters.  Our parents were evangelical, born
again Christian.  They were the kind of Christian's
that were called "Holly Rollers" back in the sixties.
I was not anywhere as spiritual as the rest of my
family.  I actually thought they were a little
bonkers.  When it was suggested that I spend a
couple of weeks with our grandparents the summer
after the fifth grade, I was all for it.  I figured,
correctly, that I would have a little more freedom.
My grandparents were religious too.  They went to
church every Sunday, but were not as nutty as my
parents were about it.

	For a couple years there was an older boy
named Pete that I would play with when I visited.
He lived around the block from my grandparents.
We played catch and such.  He even shared some of
his Playboy magazines with me.  He was not only
older, he was taller and stronger.

	The summer between the fifth and sixth
grade, I was looking forward to renewing my
friendship with Pete.  He was going to be in the
eighth grade the following fall.  At the time I was
about five-feet four, with clean cut dark hair.  (My
parents would not have put up with a hippie or
Beatle.)  Pete was an about six inches taller, and had
dark hair too.  I was looking forward to seeing any
new magazines.  This year he had some magazines
with full frontal nudity and some of naked men.  He
told me that he got them from a friend of his
parents.  He told me he sometimes did some yard
work and stuff for him.  While I was studying the
pictures he asked me if I could get a hard-on. To
prove I could we showed each other our dicks.

	Within two weeks we were giving each other
blowjobs.  I was not able to cum at that age but I
was starting to have wet dreams during the night.
It was clear stuff at that time.  We probably had
sex two or three times a week.  It all depended on
opportunity if there was no one at his home we would
do it in his bedroom.  If his sisters were home we
would do it behind the garage.  The best was when
we could give each other mutual blowjobs at the
same time, or as he called it 69.  Most of the time
we just took turns giving each other blowjobs.  We
would open our pants, and taking turns sucking each
other's dicks.

	At some point during those two weeks Pete told
me that the guy that gave him the magazines gave
him blowjobs, and even gave him a few dollars for
allowing him to do that.  He asked me if I would like
to go to his house to get a blowjob.

	My first instinct was to say "NO," but the idea
that I would get paid for allowing someone to do to
me what I liked having done, I agreed.  We headed
for the man's home.  Pete introduced me to him and
told me that his name was Artie.

	Artie was at least fifty years old, about five-
feet nine and wore steel rimmed glasses.  His hair
was turning gray and he had a bald spot right on top
of his head.  His belly was kind of paunchy.  He was
dressed nicely but casually like he was retired or on
vacation.  He just looked like the kind of man that
was only comfortable with a tie on.  There were gray
hairs sticking out of the open collar of his sports
shirt.  Pete told him that I would like a blowjob too.

	Artie beamed when he heard that.  He had us
sit down on a sofa and take our dicks out of our
pants.  (Artie had a partial dental upper plate of
false teeth.  He would remove his false teeth and
glasses before giving us a blowjob.)  He gave Pete a
blowjob right away.  Then he gave me a blowjob too.
HOLY COW, he was a lot better than Pete was at
giving head.  I suspect most guys watch their own
dicks going in and out of the guy's mouth, but I was
fascinated with that shinny bald spot on top of
Artie's head.  I watched the spot move back and
forth while he sucked on my dick.  It may have been
so exciting because it was such a naughty thing to be
doing.  I had never been as turned on before.

	I normally only got to visit Artie on weekends
because he worked for the railroad from San Jose
to San Francisco.  If he was going be available
during the week he would let me know.  After four
or five visits I was visiting Artie on my own.
Whenever Artie would suck my cock he would use a
finger to massage my asshole but he never
penetrated it.  Eventually Artie asked me if I would
like to give him a blowjob I was willing even if he
would not have given me any money for doing it.

	Artie took off his pants and sat in his favorite
reclining chair.  I virtually laid over the footrest of
the recliner and hung onto his thick thighs as I
inspected his cock.  His pubic hair was still dark but
there were gray hairs invading his pubic patch.  He
had a large scrotum but it was wedged between his
thighs.  It looked like two walnut sized testicles in
the hairy flesh colored sack.  Resting on top of his
leg was a cock, that was thick and about five inches
long.  I was fascinated by the sight of his cut cock.
I studied the veins working their way up his cock.  I
tried to give him my first attempt at a blowjob.  I
didn't know how to keep from scraping his meat cock
with my teeth.  At least he didn't squirt cum in my
mouth the first time.  When he was ready he told
me and finished himself off with his hand.  His cum
shot out of his dick and landed on his belly.  The last
few drops dribbled down over his fingers.  I licked
up the cum on his belly before licking his fingers and
cock clean.  I felt a little embarrassed because it
was kind 'a strange watching a grown man cum on
himself.  On other occasions I gagged when he did
squirt cum in my mouth.  I did lean to give a good
blowjob before summer was over.

	The next year when I visited my grandparents
Pete did not have time for me.  He was busy with a
job and he was taking classes at high school.  I didn't
get to play with him that year.

	I did visit Artie regularly that summer.  I am
convinced that my relationship with him is why I still
have a fetish for older men.  To this day when I'm in
a notorious gay bathroom I am drawn to the older
men that remind me of Artie.  The only problem I
am the older man now.



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