From: wilma@stage.com
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage,alt.sex.motss,alt.sex.stories
Subject: Memories of an old man
Date: 3 Jul 1994 20:11:32 -0500
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NOTE: I didn't write this story. I assisted the writer in *very*
minor ways with composition. It was written by a dear friend
recalling his lust for a younger man. -- Wilma
Memories of an Old Man (gay)
by "Jesse"
(with the help of my best friend Wilma)
(who is not to blame if I didn't always listen)
He was a beautiful youth with beautiful young skin,
well-proportioned, smooth-bodied and surprisingly muscular when he
removed his shirt and took off his pants. I had admired his
unassuming manner and unhurried competence from the very first, and
I had doubtlessly sent signals in spite of myself that I accepted
his natural superiority to me. My submissiveness to him came as
naturally to me as his dominance over me came to him.
I never deliberately sent signals to him that my obedience
and respect was any more than that of a farm hand toward the young
son of the ranch owner. It just seemed natural to call him Sir even
though I am more than twice his age. We all said Sir to him.
Signals or no, the blond young god home from college for the summer
seemed to know almost immediately that he had found a slave among
his father's help, an old guy whose "Yes Sir" was somehow just a
little different in nuance.
I think I could have resisted despite my longing that day he
and his dad and I went fishing if I had known before I saw it that
the boy was uncircumcised. I knew it would be big, and I knew it
would have that clean new look a boy like Ricky should have. I knew
I would look, too, and I was prepared to be nonchalant about it and
not jeopardize my position on the farm. I had no way of knowing the
lad would release an uncut member when he dropped his pants and
undershorts. I was caught completely offguard.
His Dad was passed out drunk before noon, and Ricky and I
had gone upstream to fish. I hooked a huge fighter and started
screaming and yelling in my rush. I lost my balance and was all
over the place trying to keep from falling in and keep my fish at
the same time. Ricky made a grab for me just as I was going in, and
we both fell in together cussing and laughing like two idiots. The
fish got away. We crawled up on the bank and lay there laughing
until we couldn't laugh anymore.
Ricky stood up and started shedding his wet clothes. I sat
up and was watching him without being obvious about it as I took my
shoes and socks off. I felt my loins responding when he pulled his
shirt over his head, but I handled that easily enough. I had to
catch my breath when he pealed his pants down and revealed those
powerful young legs, but I was able to look at them without
staring. I looked off a second and gave out a little cover-up
chuckle. When I looked back he was facing me, and I'm sure I gave
myself away by my startled look and letting my eyes linger just a
little too long in what should have been a mere glance.
That was when he pealed down his undershorts. I tried to
look away. I really tried. I should have. It was the moment when
we both knew he could have me but both had time to pretend
otherwise. Neither of us did. The boy looked me right in the eye
as he lowered those shorts and stepped out of them. I was
transfixed, mesmerized, absolutely rendered mindless when I saw his
huge uncut member flop loose. All pretense now was gone, and I
gaped at him with no thought of consequence. He tossed his shorts
away and stood there naked and magnificent and just let me look.
Ricky walked over in front of me knowing he could at that
moment do anything to me he wanted. I could do nothing but gaze
helpless up at his beautiful naked young body and drool. I was an
old fool and he a young god. He owned me and he knew it. The
height of my initiative was to open my mouth for his big, soft,
uncircumcised prick. He positioned himself over me as I sat there on
the ground, both of still soaked from our fall into the river, and
he slid his huge and lovely young cock into my mouth and stood there
letting me suck on it like a grateful old baby.
I pulled the foreskin over the head of his prick and sucked
on it that way. I pushed forward until I gagged with Ricky's cock
starting to slither down my throat like a one-eyed snake. I pushed
even more, wanting to gag on it, wanting to swallow it if I could.
But that takes practice, and I had not had a dick in my mouth for
since longer ago than this college boy was old. I had to sink down,
and Ricky's saliva-soaked cock came sliding out and hung down as I
gasped for air. I sank beneath him and looked up, panting like a
dog, with his big wet peter pointing at my mouth half an inch above me.
He stood above me looking down with no expression on his
face and let me admire his huge man-tool dangling a pucker away. I
saw it lurch and start to rise. He positioned himself again and
sank his big peter down into my open mouth and drew it back up.
Again, down all the way and back up. Once more slowly down went
that wondrous, slick monster into my receptive face and down my
throat. Slide it out, slide it in, slowly, down into my mouth, pull
it out, slide it down my throat, slide it out, slide it in, slide it
out, slide it in, slide it out, slide it in, out, in, out, in, out,
in, out, in, out, pause . . . slide it all the way down my throat
and hold it there. Let it throb in my throat. Crush my lips up
against the base of that man-rod. Hold me that way. Force it
deeper as it grows down my throat. Let me gag on it. Watch my yes
fill with tears.
"Alright, old man, cocksuck me till I cum in your mouth.
Look at it, lust on it, suck it, swallow it. I'm going to fuck you
in the mouth and cum a big load of malestuff down your throat, and
you're going to swallow. Take it, take it, cocksucker, take it in
the mouth from a young boy. Unh, unh, unh, unh, ahh, hunh, hunh,
uhhhhhh-h-h -- here it comes ------Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Swallow it! Swallow iiiiiiiit! Ohhhhh, God, God, God."
Ricky finished with me finally and let me sink to the ground
at his feet. He put his bare foot on the back of my head, my
conqueror, my superior, my master.
I'm going to be fucking your mouth all summer, old man, so
get used to it. I'll run my big hard-on down your throat any time I
want to until I go back to school, and you're going to drink it all.
Got it, cocksucker?"
I was weak, beaten and degraded. When he removed his foot,
I looked up at the teenage god and nodded my agreement. It was all
the strength I had left. He whistled a happy tune as he strolled
calmly away toward the camp.
I looked forward to a wonderful summer that would be all too
short to suit me.
12/22/93 jesse
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