Date: Sat, 15 Aug 2009 21:32:18 -0400 From: whitewold999@icqmail.com Subject: Older Men Fetish (gay\adult youth, b/m/M) DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic distasteful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story or if it evokes memories of your own, please let me know. I am happy to write stories from outlines. Copyright 2009 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. 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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