Want to suck me off? It's just the two of who will ever know about this" "Like it, don't you, Les? Your cock is growing harder, and so is mine. I spread my legs wider to give him more access. I just nodded consent and I felt his finger entering me. "Want me to finger-fuck your ass, Leslie? Want to know what it feels like to have something up your ass?" He pulled us even closer together and put his hand around my back and held onto my ass. With the fantastic feeling I was getting from jerking off with a buddy, I didn't expect the next thing to happen. He moved toward me until our cocks were touching, then he took both of them in his hand and stroked us both at the same time. I stood up, unbuckled my pants, pulled them and my underwear down and matched him stroke for stroke. "Take your cock out and stroke it for me, Les. He just stroked his cock about three feet away from me. 'Want to watch me jack off, Les?' he asked, but he didn't wait for an answer. When he came back in, his cock was still sticking out of his shorts and he walked toward me.
'I've gotta have a piss.' then he went outside and pissed in the bushes. He got up from sitting cross-legged on his sleeping bag and said, "I haven't blown a guy since I was on a fishing trip with my buddy, Elwood, when I just turned 20 and we were pretty drunk one night in our tent. And, I love to have him cum on me-on my face or on my body or in my mouth. I love the feel of a guy's ass when I hold it and bring his cock deeper into my mouth. I love the feel of it sliding in and out of my mouth. I said "Yes, but it was a long time ago, and believe it or not, I miss it a bit and think about the right place, person, and time.
I didn't know how to answer this because I thought it might be shameful. He said they went into a stall in the bathroom and he sucked the guy off. He said, "OK, but it is going to cost you $100-$80 for train fare and the rest for meals and you have to pay in cash up front." He said he thought about it for a while then said Then he told me this story:Ī class friend of his told him that he would give him the money to go home if he would blow him. He said that he was in the Student Centre at university and was kind of moaning about having to stay there for the holiday because he was broke. He told me about when he was in college and wanted to go home for Thanksgiving but didn't have enough money to go by bus, train or plane. His conversation was filled with all kinds of jokes as well, and we were having a good time. Somewhere around the Oshawa, Ontario area, he started a conversation about sex-sex of all kinds-and I liked it because I love to talk about it, too. I agreed with the going down part because I just love oral sex. As a matter of fact, he often pointed out several hot chicks and talked about how he would like to go down on them or play with them or fuck them. There was nothing at all in his mannerism that told me he was either gay, bi, or exploratory. Roger was a tall guy, good-looking, really funny, and an extremely good conversationalist.
No one was across from us because that seat and the long bench-style seat behind us were loaded with parcels. I sat in the last row of the bus beside a guy named Roger who was 37 years old and recuperating from an industrial accident and was on workers' compensation. The eleven-year-old was a granddaughter of one of the tourists. I was on a bus tour to Niagara Falls last week with 16 others ranging from eleven years old to my age. But, this is not what I want to tell you about. I have been seeing a 45-year-old girl for a while now and recently had an opportunity to play with a 22-year-old college student. I am a bit past 65 but still very active sexually.