Date: Sun, 14 Nov 2004 00:41:08 EST
From: Jax6cvers@aol.com
Subject: Why I like Older Men

Pursuant to rules, and laws, and blah, blah, blah, please do
not continue reading this story if you are under the age of
eighteen, twenty-one, or any age according to the governing
laws where you live.  All characters and stories are totally
fictional, save a couple of positions that may have been
drawn from my own experiences.  I hope you enjoy  . . .
reading (ahem) . . . the story as much as I enjoyed writing
it.


     I guess I would have been about nineteen, as I was
finishing up my freshman year of college, when I discovered
my attraction to older men.  Not necessarily because they
are older, but because they are more experienced.  They know
what they want and are not afraid to tell you.  But I
believe that I am getting ahead of myself.

     The college that I went to can be equated to any
normal, run-of-the-mill, all American university.  It had a
large campus complete with courtyards and trees where jocks
and artists alike could be seen studying under golden leaves
in the autumn.  I was particularly fond of lying under one
of the aforementioned trees on a Saturday morning and
watching the joggers and bikers in spandex speeding by on
their morning routines.  I would fantasize unmercifully
about the frat boys back in my dorm room, sometimes alone
and sometimes with my latest flavor of the week.  I saw
plenty of action, don't get me wrong!  After all, I was a
theatre major and for those of you who don't know, it
doesn't take long for everyone in the theatre program to
sleep with everyone else.  Call us one big happy family.

     For all of the action I was getting, it seemed very
ordinary, unimaginative.  It was the same people, the same
positions, the same fucking orgasm.  I was desperate for
something new and exciting.  I guess I was just running out
of ideas.  Blame it on age.  This is how I was feeling
towards the end of my freshman year when I saw a posting for
summer stock auditions on the bulletin board in the theatre
wing.  The buzz was all over the department that it was to
be an exciting season and everybody was going to audition.
I however, had to return home over the summer to take care
of my parent's house while they toured Europe.  It is true
that I was looking forward to having a house to myself for 3
months and images of orgies and leather parties had played
in my mind.  One image that kept creeping in had to do with
a sling suspended from the ceiling and about four or five
guys waiting in line . . . But I digress.  The idea of
getting my foot in the door at a professional theatre
company was even more appealing.  Dreams of "being
discovered" and swept off to Broadway flashed through my
mind as animosity for my parents grew.

     Finals were nearly over and the auditions were creeping
closer and closer and I had to tell someone almost every day
that "No, I couldn't audition."  I was constantly being told
by my friends that I was a shoo-in for any role I wanted and
was making a big mistake.  "No shit" is all I could think.
Well, it just so happened that the night before the
auditions, as I was regretfully packing up my dorm to go
home for the summer, I received a phone call from my mother.

     "Joey!" she said, "I have some bad news."

     "Oh shit." I thought.  What now.

     "Your father is being held up at work over the summer,
some new account or something.  Anyway, the bottom line is
that we won't be leaving town this summer."  My mind was
already swimming with possibilities.  Who could I stay with?
Who had an apartment?  Could I prepare an audition piece
overnight? "But, honey, I do have some good news!  I still
have my vacation so you and I can spend all summer together.
Isn't that great?"

     Now my mother is a nice woman, but after a full year of
freedom I was not too terribly excited about going home to
live with her for three months.  "Um . . . Actually mom," I
said, "I've been meaning to call you.  There are these
auditions tomorrow for a very prestigious company and I
would really like to audition.  If I get a job, I might not
be coming home this summer."

     "Oh."  I could hear the disappointment in her voice.
"Well, follow your dreams Joey." She said somewhat coldly
and the conversation was over soon after.  Well I had to get
busy.  I called my friend Alex and asked to stay on his
couch that summer.  He was a sophomore this year and was
therefore allowed to, and did, have an apartment off campus.
He said that I was always welcome.  I finished packing,
clutching a script to my chest, and left the campus for the
summer with a high hopes.

     I showed up at Alex's apartment at about 8:00 that
evening.  When he answered the door he was wearing nothing
but a cooking apron that said "Fuck the kiss, screw the
cook" and a jock strap.  Typical Alex.  "Close the door
behind you," he said and ran back into the kitchen. "The
garlic toast is burning."  I brought my stuff into the
cramped one bedroom and sat on the couch, watching Alex
scramble around the apartment.

     "Can I help with something?" I asked.  He pointedly
nodded toward the bottle of wine on the table, indicating
that I should pour, as he emptied the spaghetti into a
strainer in the sink.  I walked into the kitchen area and
reached up for the cabinet.  It happened to be directly over
the sink and this positioned me behind Alex and his jock
strap.  I pressed myself directly against his bare buttocks
to reach the wine glasses and of course I could feel my cock
start to swell.  If you could see this boy's ass, you
wouldn't have to wonder why.  The first time he bared it for
me in my dorm with my roommate asleep in the next bed, I
wondered how high a quarter would bounce off of it.
Obviously Alex felt my hard on starting to form beneath my
shorts and press against his hip.

     "Are we starting that again?" he said.  "It's been a
while."

     "I can't help it." I replied, pulling the glasses down.
He had turned to face me and I could see through his apron
that he was excited too.  "You're just too damn cute."  Alex
had a swimmer's body, streamlined and finely toned and
shaved.  He swam for the college until the coach caught him
and the free stylist from the competing team fucking in the
shower.

     I gave Alex a light kiss on the cheek, a tweak of the
nipple, and walked back over the table to pour the wine.  He
turned back to the stove to stir the spaghetti sauce and I
couldn't help myself anymore.  Very slowly, so he couldn't
hear me, I walked over to Alex and gently kissed the back of
his neck.  He let out a light gasp and the spoon he was
holding clattered to the floor as I ran my tongue along his
skin and nibbled on his ear.  "I thought you were with that
little boy from the accounting department," he said without
making any motions to stop me.

     "Not for a couple weeks now," I said.  And it was true.
I hadn't gotten laid in almost a month and my cock was so
swollen that it hurt.  I put my arms around Alex's hairless,
washboard stomach and began kissing and nibbling his
shoulders, his neck, his back.  Before I knew it I was on my
knees with Alex bent over the sink and I began to taste his
sweet, pink ass.  I licked from his scrotum, still confined
by the jock strap, up his crack and found his sweet hole.
God, it tasted so good.  I unzipped my jeans and pulled my
thick cock out of my pants, rubbing the precum all over my
dick.

     By now Alex had begun to moan quietly.  His ass was
good and wet and I pulled him down toward the floor,
wrapping my arms around his chest.  He eagerly found my cock
and slowly I pushed through his cheeks, entering that tight
slut boy hole.  I leaned back on my hands and Alex expertly
rode my pole.  It felt so hot, so good letting him slide up
and down my cock.

     I threw the apron off of him and turned him around to
face me, lying him down on the kitchen floor.  The jock
strap came off next.  Alex greedily put his legs over my
shoulders and guided me back inside of him.  "Yeah, that's
it." He cried.  "Pound my fucking hole.  And I did.  He
reached under my shirt and started to twist my nipple rings
and my God was I getting close.  I knew that with the
combination of his tight ass, my nipples and his other hand
moving with lightning speed along his cock, this wouldn't
take long.

     He kept talking.  "Yeah, I missed your cock Joey.  Fuck
my ass.  You feel so fucking good."  I could feel myself
reaching climax.  I pushed his knees down to the floor over
his head to get a little deeper and cried out as I exploded
into his ass.  He opened his mouth in a silent scream at the
same time and his own cum shot all over his face, a big,
thick load of jizz landing on his cheek, his neck, his
tongue.  I climbed off of him and collapsed on the kitchen
floor.

     He felt good, but he felt familiar.  I was spent, but
strangely unsatisfied.  "I'm ready for dinner now." I said.

     The next morning I woke with a headache from the wine
and memories of another hot session with Alex.  He had
fallen asleep with his head on my chest and I gently moved
him so I could hop in the shower and get ready for my
audition.  Today was the day!  My life could go on the same
as it always had or it could all change for the better.  I
shaved and gave myself a little pep talk in the mirror
before getting dressed and heading to the theatre.

     The place was packed for the auditions.  I met up with
some of my friends who had finally discovered what shows
were being done this season.  There was a show called "Not
In My House" by a new playwright that was rumored to be on a
three month trial tour before moving to New York.  It was
supposedly an all male cast and they were looking for "my
type" I was told.  I could feel the butterflies starting in
my stomach.

     I had signed in at number 143 so I had plenty of time
to work myself into an absolute frenzy by the time I was
called into the theatre.  The stage manager led me through
the lobby and into the house where there were three men
sitting in the sixth row.  One was the director of the
theatre, whom I had met once before. Also on the casting
committee were two men that I did not recognize.  One was
young, probably about my age and looked a nervous wreck
organizing papers and scrambling out of the seat to get my
head shot and resume.  He must have been an assistant of
some sort.  The third man didn't turn around and I was
mighty curious as to who he was.  I was directed onto the
stage.  I turned around, but before I could see the man's
face, the spot from the lighting booth had blinded me.

     "Joey!" said the director, "It's a pleasure to see you
again.  I'd like to introduce you to Derek Edison, the
author of the show we will be doing this season."  I raised
my hand to shield my eyes and Derek waved at me.

     "I've heard good things about you from Gordon here."
Derek said.  I still couldn't see more than a shadow of him,
but his voice had a soft, silky tone that did something to
me.  I felt my legs get weak.  It was probably just nerves,
but I could not get that voice out of my head.

     I began my audition monologue, a little shakily I will
admit, but once I got into the swing of things I was fine.
When my one minute of time was over, I felt like I had given
the best audition of my life.  "Thank you," Derek said.
"But Joey, I do have one question for you."  That voice
again.  Something about it was so seductive yet so much in
control.  I could feel my knees starting to shake again.
"That's it," I decided, "I can fight fire with fire.  I will
just mirror his attitude and he will respect me for it."

     I took a deep breath, standing tall, and said "What's
the question?"

     "If we consider you for a role in my show," said Derek,
"there will be full frontal nudity on stage.  Would you have
a problem getting naked and intimate with another man?"

     My heart stopped.  I could feel my cock swelling under
the spot light.  I had to get out of there.  As calmly as I
could I replied, "I have nothing to be ashamed of."  I heard
a small chuckle come from Derek's direction and the spot was
turned off.  I could see him clearly now.  He was a man
probably in his late thirties or early forties.  He was
wearing a polo shirt and I could see a small patch of coarse
dark hair on his chest where he had left it unbuttoned.  He
had a full beard, trimmed close to his face that made him
look very distinguished.  His hair was short and slightly
graying at the temples.  His body, although sitting,
appeared to be bulky but toned; strong with just a little
bit of a soft appearance.  I could easily picture him in a
library with a pipe and a smoking jacket.

     Although handsome, his age and appearance were not what
I would have considered my type.  He exuded a confidence
however that went along with that silky voice when he said
"Okay, thank you very much."  He seemed to be a man of such
strength.  I walked out of the theatre, my hard on growing
with thoughts of that man dominating me, making me do things
that I had never done before.  Why was this happening?  I
liked being the one in control!  I was the top!  I was the
one who had fucked countless little frat boys!  There was
something about him though.

     I went home to Alex's apartment and had my way with
him.  It was so rough that it could have been called rape if
he hadn't been screaming my name into the pillow by the end
of it, begging for more.  I jumped in the shower, thoroughly
spent and thoroughly unsatisfied, but with a regained
composure and feeling of control.

     I received a phone call two days later from the dorky
assistant offering me a role in "Not In My House".  He told
me that rehearsals would be starting on Monday of the
following week and that I should come by the theatre to pick
up my script.  He would be there for the rest of the day.
This was it!  This was my chance to make something of my
career.  I was so excited, but strangely uneasy.  I hadn't
been able to get Derek out of my head for the last two days,
and now I was being told that I would be working with him in
close, intimate proximity for the next couple of months.  I
could hear his silky voice echoing in my mind: "Thank you .
. . Thank you . . . Thank you . . ."

     About an hour or so later I hopped in the car and
headed off to the theatre to pick up my script.  The pimply
faced assistant was indeed there.  He handed me a thick copy
and I headed out the door.  I was looking down, reading the
first page, when I rounded the corner of the building and
stepped on someone's foot.

     "Ow!"  I heard a deep, silky voice cry out and I looked
up to see Derek standing inches away from me.  He was a
couple of inches taller and than I was and my eyes were
level with his lips.  I resisted the urge to reach up and
kiss those lips almost hidden by his beard.  I had never
kissed anyone taller than me.  I felt somewhat inferior and
somewhat aroused.

     "I am so sorry," I said instead.  "Are you ok?"  I
reached out a hand to help him steady himself.  He took it
gratefully.  His hands were rough, working man's hands.

     "I'm fine.  Just a little startled."  His smile was
golden.  "I was in the area and thought I'd stop in to see
if everyone had picked up their scripts yet."

     "I have." I said dumbly, holding the stack of stapled
paper in my hands.

     Derek chuckled a bit.  "I see that.  I'm just going to
run in and check with Paul.  Care to talk with me for a
while?"

     "Sure."  I could feel butterflies starting in my
stomach, my knees getting week.  I don't know how I walked
back to the theatre entrance.  As we walked up the steps
though, Paul barreled out the door in his usual frenzy
saying something about being glad that Derek was there.  He
had to run an errand or something extremely important and
could he stay for an hour or so?  And he was gone before any
answer was given.

     I'll admit that Paul's frenzy was funny and put me at
ease a bit.  Derek and I smiled at each other over the
incident and entered the theatre.  "So," said Derek, "Do you
have any questions about the role?"

     "I don't know.  I've only read one page so far."

     "Well, don't be afraid to call me if you do."  There
was an awkward silence as we sat down in the office, him
behind a desk and me on a couch on the other side.  Here I
was with this man, not knowing what to do.  This was not
like me.  Normally if I wanted to fuck someone I just did
it, but something made me hold back with Derek.  Maybe it
was his age, I don't know.  He seemed to be trying to read
my mind as we sat there in silence until he casually said,
"Do I make you nervous?"

     "What?"  I said.  "No . . ." Silence.  He was sitting
back in the chair and had the tips of his fingers meeting
like a steeple under his chin, contemplating me.  He knew I
was lying.  "Well . . . Yeah, I guess you do.  Kind of."  I
said.

     "Why?" he asked.  I hung my head and shrugged my
shoulders.  I felt like a little boy who was about to get a
lecture from his father and doesn't know why.  I could feel
my cock starting to twitch.  Derek stood up and came over to
sit on the couch next to me.  "There's no reason to be
nervous," he said and put a hand on my leg.  I think he
thought he was comforting me.  "You and I are going to get
to know each other very well over the next couple of months.
The whole cast will.  We may as well start out as friends
now."  I could feel his hand moving up my thigh just a
little bit.  Was that my imagination?

     I looked up and his face was just inches from mine.
His eyes were dark and concerned.  I felt as if I could get
lost in those eyes. They were so compassionate, so
concerned, so confident.  This was a man who knew what he
wanted.  "What exactly does that mean?" I asked.  "Friends?"

     "Just . . . friends." He said.  There was that smile
again.  His hand started moving up my thigh again.
Something was wrong here.  I felt a tingling in my groin as
his hand moved closer to my crotch.  I felt powerless to
move.  When his fingers brushed my testicles I came to, if
you will.  I grabbed his hand and pinned it against the
couch.  He seemed to be taken aback by this.

     "Did I say you could do that?" I asked.
     "Don't you want me too?"  He said.  God, I wanted this
man.  I leaned in slowly to kiss him.  I felt the edge of
his closely trimmed beard on my lips and then his mouth,
soft and warm on mine.  Sparks were flying in my mind.  This
was a more familiar territory for me.  I began to unbutton
his shirt and run my hands through his hairy chest.  It was
soft.  Our kiss did not break until he pulled my shirt over
my head.  I pressed against him until I was lying on top of
him on the couch.  It was a new sensation, my smooth,
naturally hairless body against this man.  I could feel
every hair as it brushed my sensitive nipples, my stomach.

     I decided to take control of the situation in order to
clear my head.  I began kissing and licking down his chest
and stomach until I reached his belt.  I could feel those
rough hands on the back of my head, tugging my hair.  I
undid his belt and opened his pants.  He wasn't wearing
underwear and his member jumped out of his jeans, standing
at the ready.  It had to be about seven inches and thick
with a beautiful head.  There was some thick pre cum oozing
from the tip and I had to taste it.  I began nibbling his
scrotum lightly, moving from his heavy, low hanging balls,
up his shaft until I slowly put my lips around the head of
his cock.  I heard Derek moan very softly and he worked his
beautiful dick down my throat.  Those hands were running
over my back, pulling my hair, pushing my head further down
his member.  He was definitely enjoying this.  I could taste
more of his cum oozing into the back of my throat.  I had
this man right where I wanted him.

     I moved my mouth up and off of his cock, expecting to
see him watching me, or to see his eyes closed.  As I looked
up, I felt a mild slap across the face and that silky voice
said "Did Daddy tell you to stop, bitch boy?"

     "What?" I asked.  I had done that to tons of little
frat boys, but nobody had ever tried to take control of me
before.

     He flew off of the couch, pinning my shoulders to the
ground and straddling my chest.  His lips came oh so close
to mine and he said in a whisper "Just relax.  Daddy will
take care of everything."  I tried to sit up and he pinned
my wrists against the floor above my head.  "Oh," he
chuckled, "You're not used to this are you?  Just calm down
and let daddy teach you a few things."  I could feel his
breath on my neck and his soft voice in my ear released
something in my stomach.  He pressed his lips to my neck and
tenderly began to nibble on my flesh.  I could feel his hot
ass on my stomach as he traveled down my body with his lips.
He found my right nipple, the sensitive one, and tugged on
the ring with his teeth.  My God, this man was talented.  I
couldn't wait to shove my cock deep in that hairy ass.  I
pressed his head to my chest with my hand and he pulled away
suddenly, pinning me down again.

     "Calm down, little boy," he said.  "I know what I'm
doing."

     "I'm not used to this." I said, trying to apologize.

     "Do you like it?"

     I stopped for a minute and realized that, even through
my uncertainty, this was exactly what I had been missing.
"Yes Daddy," I said.

     "Then shut up" he said and shoved his cock back into my
mouth, holding my head up off of the ground with his hand.
This man had complete control over me.  He pumped my face
hard for a couple of minutes before he adjusted himself so I
could keep his dick in my mouth and he began to lick at my
own crotch through my shorts.  It wasn't long before my
pants were tossed aside and Derek had his hairy face buried
in my nut sack, my eight inches planted firmly in his
throat.

     Without warning, and without breaking contact, he
rolled us over so that I was on top of him.  He took my nuts
into his mouth, rolling them around his tongue each in turn.
I felt him caressing my buttocks and soon I felt something
wet on my hole.  He pulled my cheeks apart with his hands
and buried his face in my ass.  If it wasn't for the huge
cock in my mouth I would have cried out.  I had rimmed how
many men this last year, I didn't know, but never had it
been done to me.  I was a total top.  Suddenly, as clear as
the morning, I realized that this man intended to fuck me.
While it was something that I wanted to do, I was not sure
that this monster cock I was sucking on was a size that I
wanted to start with.

     I felt my hole tighten involuntarily.  Suddenly Derek
smacked my ass hard.  "Relax." He said.  "I'll teach you to
be a good bottom boy bitch."  Something about his voice, the
control, the timbre, just excited me and I began to work
even more furiously on his cock while I felt one of his
fingers enter my virgin ass.  It felt kind of good, a
strange sensation.  I could feel his finger working deeper
and deeper, moving in circles and loosening me up.  I knew
what he was doing; I had done it to countless others.
Slowly a second finger slid in with the other one.  My God,
it felt so good that my back arched up and his dick popped
out of my mouth.  I sat hard on his face and he went to
work.  His tongue was an expert, searching out forbidden
areas where no man had been before.

     Derek pushed me off of him and put me on my back on the
couch.  He put my left leg over his shoulder, hooking my
knee there and straddled my right leg.  I could feel the
head of his cock throbbing against my hole and I was
nervous.  He leaned over and kissed me gently.  "Relax."  He
said softly into my mouth.  With our lips pressed together
he penetrated me with the head of his penis.  I felt a
searing pain and kind of whimpered into his mouth.  "Relax."
He whispered and stayed right where he was.  His tongue
danced gently with mine, and something down there released.
"Good boy."  He moaned and slowly slid the rest of his cock
inside of me.  There was a pain, but also a sensation I
hadn't expected.  The deeper he went the better it felt.  It
was like he was waking up parts of me inside that had been
waiting for nineteen years to be discovered.

     He was gentle at first, moving in and out slowly while
I whimpered and whined and moaned and began to scream for
more.  "That's it Daddy," I said softly.  "Make me your
bottom boy slave."  He sat back and pushed further into me.
God!!!  I had never felt anything like this before.  He
started to fuck me a little harder and nibbled on my toes.
His left hand grabbed hold of my cock and began stroking in
time to his thrusts.

     "That's it, boy."  He said.  "Open up for me."  And oh,
I did.  He began to fuck me hard, shoving every inch into my
eager hole.  He worked me into a frenzy of screams and
moans, saying things to me like "How's it feel you little
boy slut," and "You like daddy's monster cock plowing your
hole, do ya?"  His skin was glistening with sweat and the
smell of sex was pungent in the air.  He was becoming more
and more vocal as I felt his cock swell bigger and bigger.
Why hadn't I done this before?!!!

     I felt my climax approaching and I couldn't stop it.
It seemed to start from the tip of his cock pounding against
my most secret parts and spread through my whole body, my
chest, my face, even my hair and finally moving into my own
dick and exploding all over my chest.  I shot the biggest
load of my life!  Derek's eyes got wide, his thrust became
more forceful.  "Do you like that bitch boy?  You want me to
come in that tight virgin whole?"

     "Do it!"  I said.  "Fuck that ass Daddy!  Use my
whole!"  Derek's back arched and he let out a silky,
masculine series of grunts and I could feel his hot cum
shooting into me as I was still rocking from my own climax.
When we were both spent, and dripping with sweat, Derek
collapsed on top of me, kissing me gently and running his
hands through my hair.  "That was my first time as a
bottom."  I said.

     "I wouldn't have had it any other way."  He stood up
and started getting dressed.  "See you at rehearsal?" he
asked with a smile and a devious glint in his eye.

     "Maybe before," I said.