Date: Fri, 8 Jun 2012 00:40:58 +0100
From: Mark Jameson <gentlemanfan@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Perfect Host Part 1

Since I can remember I have liked men. Fifty and up. My Dad used to wake us
up each morning right after His shower. He has always been a healthy man so
was always in good shape, not buff or anything not being a sportsman aside
from golf, but healthy. He'd come into our room naked but for a loose
towel, still drying himself off. He'd wake my brother on the top bunk first
maybe staying a while rousing his eldest with a soft chat. At these points
I was wide eyed, shamelessly glued to the family jewels dangling before
me. Of course his cock looked enormous. At the time morning glory was not
familiar to me. His cock was thick and long, uncut. Sometimes the big
purple head was covered fully with a bit of skin to spare. Other times it
was pulled back and the extra skin held on the ridge of a big mushroom
head. His willy, as I called cocks then, would slop about against a bag
sack with too big balls. The perfect package. All I knew at the time was I
liked his dick and wanted to play with it. I was pretty happy, if not a
little frustrated in the mornings between ages 6 and nine.

This is not a story about my Dad and I. I was not sexually attracted to him
even though I did want a few days alone with his cock. Even if I was, He's
straight, morally and sexually - not judging mind. It's just to show how
early a young fella can want cock and maybe explain my eagerness for Daddy
Son role-play. As a side note I did, many years later get a look at his
fully erect cock. It was even bigger than I thought. At least a nine with a
curve up. He wasn't the only one admiring himself in the mirror that night!

So I always wanted to play with a man. To my disappointment this never
happened. I spent my younger years wanking addictively to the images of the
naked men I had studied and admired that day in the changing rooms at the
tennis club or the swimming pool and all else in between. I was on constant
bulge watch but as I said none of this ever got me in trouble.

As a keen tennis player I used to travel around the country. Members of the
local tennis club would put one or two and sometimes more boys and girls up
for that weekends tournament. At the age of fifteen I had had lots of
girlfriends and continued to do so despite myself. I had wanked and sucked
and kissed a few boys. None of it really satisfied me. Just right of
passage events. That weekend I was too stay with James. This was good news,
James was good fun a good friend and most of all wouldn't try anything.
Boys, I by this time knew were not for me. I arrived at the tennis club
just an hour before my first match of the weekend. I went to change
straight away and find out who my first opponent was. On the board I
noticed that James's name had a line through it and his opponent had a by.
So for whatever reason James was a no show. Not good news as I could be
stuck with anyone for the weekend on my own. I went and played my game. It
was an easy first round game and didn't cause me much problems. After the
match I headed for the changing rooms has a quick shower and went to the
sauna. A few of the lads were in there along with some older men from the
club. I spent my time chatting with the boys in between taking mental
pictures of the men for my wanking session at bedtime that night, or
earlier if the opportunity presented itself. One guy who looked to be in
his late 50's had my attention. I couldn't look for long before my cock
started to get hard so I would quickly return my attention to the banter
with my peers. He was very tanned, slightly balding with blondish hair. He
had great pecks and I had a perfect view of his veiny cut cock from my spot
on the higher bench. His body was hairless which I remember intrigued me at
the time. I was a big fan of hairy chests so to be so horny for this man
was new. I stayed in the sauna for too long probably but the opportunity
eventually presented itself to exit the place without tenting my towel for
all to see.

After dressing I went to the lobby where the few remaining players were
meeting their hosts for the weekend. I managed to establish that I was
staying with Mary and Peter Jameson. I looked around scanning for my hosts
whom I assumed would be doing the same. After almost 5 minutes an old guy
emerged from the adjacent lounge came to the board and called my name. I
politely introduced myself and He gave me a friendly hello. I noticed his
grey moustache immediately but not much else as images of the hot Dad in
the sauna were still fresh. He picked up my bag and lead me to his car.
Once inside I got a strong manly musky smell.

"So Mark, it's just the two of us for the weekend. I hope you don't mind
spending time with an old geezer. Mary has had to head North to her sister,
some family drama. I'll try not to bore you too much."

I assured him I was perfectly happy and thanked him for putting me up.
During some idle chit chat I managed to steal a few glances at him. He
looked to have a big barrel chest and some thick arms covered in furry grey
hair. I hadn't noticed this earlier. His face was rugged with a very
impressive thick moustache. I wondered for not the first time what It'd be
like to kiss a man with a moustache. It was late so hard to get a good look
at his crotch without being obvious. Between streetlights I got a view of
what looked to be a nice big bulge. It was hard to tell if it was just the
way his trousers were sitting or if my host had a nice big dick. I spent
the rest of the 10 minutes journey try to confirm this and dodge being
caught doing so. A few times I lifted my eyes to be met by Peter's. Each
time a big warm smile dispelled any fears that I'd been roused.

By the time Peter opened the door to his yellow bungalow I had been
informed that He had two grown sons and a daughter. He was a professor at
the City college and was a casual tennis player. His home was warm and
cosy. Straight off He lead me to what was to be my room for the next two
nights. Peter told me to get settled and come to the kitchen when I was
ready. I remembered my manners and thanked him again. As soon as He left
the room I gave my cock a hard squeeze. I could feel a shit load of precum
on my leg and unzipped myself to inspect. My dick went hard as a rock in my
hand and I squeezed what cum hadn't gone on my leg onto my finger and
licked it off. My wank I told myself would have to wait. Putting my dick
away I arranged a few of things until I'd gone soft. I'd been semi-hard for
about 2 hours or so was proud of the bulge in my pants as I walked to the
kitchen.

Peter greeted me and asked if I had all that I needed. I told him that
everything was perfect.

"I hope you like pizza, good for the carbs not so much for the waistline"
he said, patting his gut.

We ate and talked tennis, how my game went and what I expected from the
weekend. The conversation was chilled and allowed me to study Peter and
hold his interest at the same time. His grey chest hair peaking over his
shirt button was making my dick hard again. I couldn't resist the urge to
drop my knife and see if I could confirm the big bulge I'd hoped I'd
seen. I leaned under the table and looked right between Peter's parted
legs. His pants were tight around the crotch and not caring whether it was
my imagination I convinced myself that I could see the outline of a nice
thick shaft. Either way I was very impressed on return from my scouting
mission. It was going to be a long hard wank tonight. Peter's warm smile
and big blue eyes greeted me once back table side. We finished up dinner
and Peter offered me a beer.

"I assume a lad of your age drinks beer, I know my lads were at your age."
I was flattered and grateful, it was great to be treated as an adult. I
accepted the beer and we settled down in front of the T.V. I was on the big
sofa with Peter on an armchair to my right. He was in a great spot for me
to perve on him some more. I was offered the remote but refused , enthusing
Peter to pick something. I knew what I wanted to look at.

The conversation slowed as Peter channel surfed for a bit. Now I had a
chance to really check him out. Peter was a bit older than the men that
usually took my fancy. 65 I guessed. With his bushy moustache, big arms,
hairy chest and what I could now clearly make out, big bulge I was
certainly horned up for him. He was a very masculine man and a father so I
had ruled all chances of getting my wicked way. That together with my now
pessimistic attitude of ever getting a nice big Daddy cock in my mouth
didn't dissuade my once again hard cock. I squeezed my knob slowly between
my tights staring intently at Peter's crotch trying to make out balls and
dick. My beer was empty so I asked if it was ok to get another. "of course
and get me another one Son". There it was ‘Son'. I had to stop
myself from saying "OK Daddy".

I returned with the beer and immediately noticed that Peter has adjusted
himself. I wondered if He had grown wise to my leering but his demeanour
had not changed, in fact He was a bit more focused on me rather than the
show that was on. Now I has a clear view of what was most definitely his
thick Daddy cock.

"Have you got a girlfriend Mark?"

"Not at the moment no."

"I'm sure the girls are mad for a handsome chap like yourself."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that."

"Well you don't have too. Can I ask you a question", not waiting for my
response " are lads your age having sex? I assume some are of course, I'm
not that out of touch. Now I don't mean just playing around with other
lads, everyone does that, but full on sex."

I cleared my thought, a little shakily.

"I'm sorry Mark, am I making you uncomfortable? That's the last thing I
want. I don't mean to be a pervy old man."

"No, it's alright Peter really." I was excited about this turn of
conversation, "I have not gone the whole way but I have done a lot of
things."

"Like what?"

"You know hand jobs, a few blowjobs, finger fucking and that." I surprised
myself with such a candid answer.

"Oh, all with girls."

"Well………."

"Don't be shy son, a man my age has seen and done quite a bit I can assure
you. You have a buddy you play with?"

"I used to but, I'm not really into him. He has a small dick and I don't
get a hard on for boys anyway."

"Do you like blue movies, I have a few. We could watch one if your not
creeped out by watching one with an old guy!"

"Well yea, OK." At this point my body is trembling and my cock has gone
soft. I knew at this point at least I might get to see this mans hard cock
tenting his trousers.

Peter got up and I was in no doubt was now sporting a semi, as his trousers
arched at the zipper. He came close.

"You are sure I'm not making you uncomfortable? you are trembling a bit."

"I'm more than fine, very comfortable in fact."

He stoked my face and released a low guttural giggle. Peter disappeared
down the corridor. Before I had a chance to collect myself Peter has
returned and placed six video's into my lap.

"I'll fetch us another and you pick which one you want to watch."

The first was a disappointing sight. Lesbian cops. Followed by Girls fly
solo, dirty Asian teens. The forth one knocked the wind out of me. Daddy
and sons.

"I see which one got your attention anyway."

I stuttered.

"Don't be shy son we can watch that one if you want. Slip it in the player
there."

There was no hiding my hard dick now. I got up a little embarrassed and
moved to the VCR. Pushed the tape in and pressed play. Returning to the
couch I smiled awkwardly towards my gracious host. I noticed that Peter's
shirt was now half undone exposing a thick mat of hair. I think I drooled,

Peter laughed loudly, " I think you like my hairy chest lad, get your lips
around that beer now".

"I like this one. Daddy and sons, good choice Mark."

The first scene opened with sounds of moaning. A young guy about 19 was
naked on a bed masturbating. My eyes were darting between the screen and
Peter.

"Ever see your Dad's cock Mark?"

"Yea." I informed Peter of the morning wake up calls of my youth.

"Lucky Lad. Did you ever want touch it."

"Yea."

"I think you're a naughty boy Mark."

Peter looked at me and cupped his bulge and rubbed it a little and licked
his moustache.

A man had entered the wanking boys room now and the wanker was attempting
to cover himself. I couldn't concentrate although I was trying to take
everything in.

"Feel free to wank Mark, were both men. I have walked in on my sons
knocking one out many times.

What do you think about when you play with your dick?"

"Honestly?"

"Of course."

"Mostly men I have seen in the changing rooms."

"Should I come sit beside you." I nodded.

Peter grabbed his beer and stood up.

My cock spasmed and spilled a big pool of cum down my leg. The sight of
this hot old guys big cock straining out of his pants was too much for me.

Peter sat down and squeezed my leg.

"Should we have a little bit of fun like those guys?"

Back on the screen the young guy was now sucking his ‘Daddy's'
cock.

"What do you want to do Mark."

"Can I feel your cock?"

"Well only if you like big ones, first give Daddy a kiss Son."

I leaned in literally wet with anticipation.

Peter groaned and kissed me hard. The feel of his moustache was
strange. His strong thick tongue parted my lips and met mine. I craned my
neck to kiss him harder, deeper. We both groaned with pleasure as our
tongues darted in and out and all around each others mouth. I was so turned
on at this point that my cock was continuously leaking cum. I got up and
straddled Peter. Still locked in our first kiss neither it seemed wanting
it to end. I could feel His big cock poking against my balls. I put my hand
under his shirt and felt his torso up through the thick hair to his pecks.

"Oh Daddy your so fucking hot.

"You too son. You're a great kisser. Want to play with Daddy's dick now?"

"Oh please yes."

"Get down there and undo my zip. Hope your ready for a big cock now
son. You gonna suck my cock for me?"

I unzipped him, words were beyond me. The head poked out, glistening
wet. He unbuttoned himself and brought his full hard throbbing cock into
view. He shook his dick showing off his full size. I gripped him around the
base. My two hands could fit on the shaft and still leave enough head to
suck on.

"Go on son, suck your Daddy's big cock."

I stroked him and leaned in licking the head and a big bead of cum off the
slit. I kisses his cock he took hold of himself gently teasing me and
slapping his dick on my face. He put his cock in my mouth and I began to
suck him off. I nursed on his dick while He moaned with pleasure. I sucked
down his shaft, savoured every moment, licked his balls all over.

"Can I see you fully naked Peter?"

"That's right Son you like the hairy chest almost as much as the cock huh!"

We stood up together and stripped each other naked in between deep French
kissing.

I managed to break free and stood back to take in the full body view.

I was paralysed with hunger.

In full view his pronounced gut only added to his big hairy frame.

I got down on my knees and went to work on his dick again, championed on by
his moans of satisfaction.

"Slow down Son unless you want me to cum right away."

"I want your Daddy cum."

"Well I think I should be able to work up more than one load tonight."

He sat back down and I positioned myself between his hairy thighs.

I started to wank him and suck down as much as could.

"That's it son," He encouraged, "suck Daddy's cock. Daddy's got some juice
for you."

His balls tightened as I quickened the pace.

He groaned hard.

"Oh yea boy, that's it. Are you ready. Oooohhhhhhhhhh yyyeeeaaaa Ooooohhh
yyeeaa."

His cock engorged as the cum launched out of him going everywhere, his
chest my face, the sofa. It was the most fantastic thing I had ever seen.

His breathing slowed.

Lick that up and feed it to me son.

I licked his cock as He shuddered. Licked his chest and crawled up to his
mouth and kissed him deeply.



That's all for now. Maybe more, if you like it let me know

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