Often, my friends and I would do the infamous, teenage 'double dare' each other into circle-jerks while someone took their turn at cruising through the spreads of the Hustler or Swank magazines that we stole from our sibling's hiding spot or the occasional stained collection we found in the local woods.
I am not a professional writer just a guy wanting to share his first old man bj experience.My name is Mike, and I was an average sculptured young man about 5'7 and tipped the scales at a lean 165 pounds.I would continue to stroke each one until my palms were fully drenched with cum and my fingertips were wrinkled from the moisture.I was 19 years old and drudging my way through community college while working the midnight shift in a local convenience store.I spent my available time on more personal entertainment, having trashy phone sex with strangers.
Our store was located just on the border of the controversial, eclectic side of town.
I intentionally went bare under them and often wondered if my package was noticeable through the material.
I guess I was a typical boy of that age who had a little bit of potential and a whole lot of cocky attitude.
I enjoyed the audio sexual role playing with the aroused perverts who called nightly.
I provocatively delivered pornographic narrations while taunting them with seductive, sexual possibilities.
I would often close my eyes and imagine myself secretly watching some horny, perverted dude stroking his cock while fantasying about his neighbor's daughter; milking his cock over the centerfold pages of the dainty young women.