Illicit Sexed

Paper Boy
paperboy.txt
Fetish
virgin, MMF, MM, bi

From my youth, I remember the times when an older gentleman provided me with
some of the most erotic experiences of my life. At eighteen, I was an oversexed
pathetic mess with no clue what I could do with the six inches hanging between
my legs? I was nice in appearance fit and tanned with a blonde page boy look. I
also had very little body hair and like many males somewhat asocial.Oh and yes I
was a little old to be a paper boy but hey it was easy money while I finidhed
up my last years in college.

On a warm summer evening, Mr. Hardwick was the last stop on my route, who on
this occasion near the end of my career, asked me to enter his home. There was a
Super 8 MM video projector and screen set up in his living room. This was in a
time before pervasive porn on the internet. You had to search to just find
pornographic magazines, nonetheless, XXX video!

I had already forgotten my original purpose and was instantly captivated by the
unclothed images that flickered before my eyes. A luscious blonde with her
exposed tits spread across the screen's white expanse. A man hovered over her
with his hand pinned against her crotch, keeping it exposed from under her
dress. The blonde in a mutual grope slid her hand back and forth with much
enthusiasm over a huge veined boner. Immediately, I became hard and erect, oh,
those were the days!

"Oh, I see, you'd like to watch," commented my middle-aged customer. I muttered
a shy response in a mild affirmative tone something along the lines "I guess
so?" "Come, come and sit down, my boy," added the thin Mr. Hardwick, sensing he
had the upper hand in our exchange. We were on the couch, now, with the
projector behind us and the tape rolling in front. "It's okay if you'd like to
masturbate I do it all the time," he continued as he released an equally thin
dick from his trousers and pointed with his finger to the prominence in my
jeans.

We were vigorously stroking our dicks, now, as the blonde accepted the man's
dick into her mouth. Another male had approached from behind the woman's bent
figure to lower her drenched panties to just above her knees and embedded
himself to the hilt! Whew! But, Mr. Hardwick seemed more interested in my
activities and just a touch of sweat rolled from his graying temple as he
watched!

I was too far gone to give a shit. I was squirming and
closing my eyes and arching my back pumping myself even harder as I drew near
orgasm! I was on the threshold of heaven! My load shot two feet into the air and
landed as usual on my bare chest and neck! In a matter of fifteen minutes, I had
sat my ass down in a near stranger's home and ejaculated while watching porn!
"Wow, you can really shoot," observed Mr. Hardwick who seemed genuinely
impressed by my sexual prowess. He followed suit with a modest squirt and
trickle that I recognize in myself these days.

"Why don't you stop by to watch again on your next round of collections?"
offered Mr. Hardwick. I readily accepted not wanting to miss an opportunity for
more porn! It was a long month with the same images from the movie running
through my mind! I kept asking myself whether this is how perverts get started.

Mr. Hardwick seemed ready for my next visit. The projector was already
flickering away and the room's lighting a little dimmer than last time when I
arrived. I was eager to sit down to masturbate. It was almost a hobby. The
screen was not filled with buxom blondes or hard muscle men this time, however.
The storyline was loosely tied together by a young man's visit to an older
gentleman, who promptly seduced and sodomized the adolescent!

It was still highly erotic and I pumped away with great joy! Mr. Hardwick wasn't
content just to watch this time. "Here, let me help you with that," as he slid
next to me and took a hold of my dick. He asked if I would return the favor and
I limply placed my hand on his erection. Mr. Hardwick knew how to stroke me and
took the opportunity to remove my jeans, when I became too weak in the knees to
offer any resistance.

At this point, we were lying together on the couch. He was stroking my dick from
behind as he pressed his erection up against the crevice of my butt. It felt
sexy even if I didn't recognize myself as homosexual. He was asking me if it
felt good and I simply nodded in response. My left leg was positioned behind him
so I was spread eagled across his lap, but he couldn't gain access.

Mr. Hardwick next sat us both up and turned me over to face the couch with my
knees squarely on the floor. He positioned the bulbous head of his dick against
my virgin asshole and started to insinuate it into my butt. My hole moistened as
if on cue and his dick just kept sliding into me as if it fit naturally. "Wow,"
Mr. Hardwick moaned, "you're ass is even better than I thought!" I couldn't
believe the moaning and groaning he made while pumping his dick inside me. I was
getting into it and swayed my ass from side to side to get more drag and tension
on each stroke. It was bliss! The old man ended up gripping my hips hard and
lunging into my ass to get himself off! He bowled me over onto the couch as he
lay on top of me relieved and exhausted!

I got up to walk over and retrieve my pants but already had another erection.
Mr. Hardwick invited me into his bedroom where I stroked him back to an erect
state and promptly mounted him. I seemed a natural lover if not a sexual
athlete. We fucked for hours and continued our encounters for some months. I
don't know how we went our separate ways? I was young and didn't realize the
chemistry was good if not special.

I never had another homosexual encounter after that. I gained possibly some
confidence from my experience to assert myself more with the fairer sex. Mr.
Hardwick had gotten into the habit of tipping me an extra twenty every month,
possibly, out of guilt over his exploiting me? The truth is it was some of the
best sex of my life.

Illicit Sexed