older men??

I'm 64 now and still prefer older men, but when I was 33 I met up with a 67 year old gentleman who really turned me on to older men. Back then, I had begun to go to a XXX movie theatre on Wednesday afternoons. I had gone to that movie house perhaps 4 times, always keeping to myself. I had seen the man in question a couple of times before. On this particular day, I had gone to the washroom during intermission for a piss. My cock was still hard from the first movie as I urinated. The old man came to the urinal beside me and I could see he kept glancing down at my stiff dick. I was just shacking the last few drops, when he also back away. Once zipped up, I turned to leave. He stood facing me, his semi hard cock and balls still dangling out of his pants. He smiled as he slowly place them back into his pants and zipped back up.
I followed him into the lobby area and watched as he entered the theatre. I smoked a cigarette before entering, just as the next movie began. It took me a few moments to adjust to the darkness and find where the old man sat. He was on the far right row of seats halfway down the aisle sitting by the wall.
I walked to the row in front of his and as I walked towards the end of the row, undid my zipper and pulled out my cock and balls. I sat one seat to his left, placing my arm over the back of the seat directly in front of his. I was trembling in anticipation, but felt the next move was his.
I felt his hand grasp mine, pulling my arm back and placing my hand over his cock. It was soft but I could feel it stir in my hand. I squeezed it gently, hearing him moan. He leaned foward whispering. "May I join you?" I just nodded. I was surprised when he climbed over the seat instead of walking around. Once settled beside me, I again grasped his cock. He pulled my hand away saying. "I'll cum to fast, let me play with you first."
He reached for my cock, squeezing it. then with his free hand began to undo the buttons of my shirt. Once my shirt was open completely he began to tease my nipples. I had never had anyone play with my nipples in that way before and was surprised at the sensations he was creating. At one point he leaned over and licked my nipples, sucking on them while the hand at my groing was tickling my balls and cock. I could feel the pre-cum oozing from the end of my cock, which he would dab it up with the end of his finger and rub the viscous liquid onto my nipples and lick it off.
Although the theatre was dark and only had perhaps 40 patrons, the thought of someone watching added to the turn on. I can't even recall to this day how he managed to undo my belt and pants button, or even how my underwear and pants ended around my knees, he had me in such a state of excitment.
He kept changing from gripping and pumping my cock, changing rhythm as he did, then he would realease me and just use the pads of his fingers to tickle my cock and balls. I had to bite my lips to prevent from screaming and I'm sure at time others heard the moans I couldn't prevent from making. All the while he would ask if I like what he was doing. At times his questioning were done in whispers, yet other time loud enough the other could hear. I tried to keep my voice low or just nod my response.
Finaly his touches drove me to one of the most powerful orgasm as I felt myself arch in the seat, my cock pulsing throbbing, even my anus twitch as the jism began to run up from my balls along the shaft and erupt into the air, to land on my upper chest. It burst up from the tip of my cock on at least 5 times. It was as if my whole body orgasmed. He continued to pump my cock slowly as it began to deflate. At the same time, once more he used the free hand to dab at the pools of jism and smear the liquid onto my lips. It was several minutes before I had come back down to earth, the whole time I licked all the cum he placed on my lips.
I was beginning to feel my cock rise again, when he said. "Your turn son, get down on the floor and suck me off."
I didn't even hesitate, as I knelt on the floor my ass totaly exposed to anyone walking by, nor carring if anyone could see what I was up to. His cock was soft once more, which was nice as I could take all into my mouth. It tasted salty from the oozing of pre-cum and I savored it. As I bobbed my head slowly at first, sucking as my head went down and releasing the suction, when pulling back, his cock began to stiffen up. I swirled my tongue along the tip and feeling the dents and bulges along the shaft as I continued to suck on it. Unlike the old man, I was not in the mood to tease, but had a strong urge to feel him explode in my mouth. It wasn't long before he began to move his hips in rhythm with my suction. I could hear his moans getting louder as he was reaching the peak of excitment. Then he grasped my head and began to face fuck me. It was wild as I was once more lost the excitement of pure lust. Then his cock release the first of jism. It was thick but not copious. Like I had done, his body jerked, as his ass shot up from the seat, so strong that his balls smacked against my chin and flattening my nose on his lower adomen. His hands pulling my hair almost to the point of pain. He shot three loads into my mouth and throat. When my sucking became to sensitive for him, he tried to pull my head away, but I resisted at the same time stopped sucking, but just keeping the cock in my mouth as it deflated and eventually fell from my lips.
Once I sat back on my seat, I heard the applause from a few men sitting in the general area.
For the better part of the next 3 months, I made it back to the theatre every Wednesday and met up with my older gentleman. He thought quite a few tricks over that time. Unfortunately he moved to another city and it was the last I saw of him.

Thats hot.
 
thanks 4 that input. i have a profile on the adult sites, and wonder why the heck someone in their 20's would want to fuck me, and i probably get hit on 2-3 times a week by young studs.

If a young guy is attracted to an older guy, then it is a lot easier if the older guy is a bottom. A bottom doesn't have to worry about whether he can get it up or if he can get it up multiple times a night. As long as you don't get sore inside or get cramps from any contortion of position AND and if you love lasting periods of penetration, you can give your young man hours of satisfaction. Plus if the older man craves cum, a young man will give him plenty to reminisce about.

A problem with age difference encounters is more likely to occur when the older guy is the top. (FYI, though I'm an older top, I still have in my head that I'm a younger man -- until I look in the mirror of course.) It helps that now-a-days there are pills for erections, but nothing beats a natural strong young drive. I remember when I used to be able to fuck, and then the wonderful sensation of my cum in a partners ass could even serve to get me hard again. Now, once is about all I can do in a few hours. I don't want to sound like I'm ancient; I'm 50. However, considering that a few years ago, I might be good for 3 rounds; I can definitely sense the change over time. Luckily for me, my partner is my age (exactly 5 months older). Thus I don't have to worry too much that he is unsatisfied that I don't have multi-erections and orgasms.

I think most of us would admit that aging isn't fun. However, most of us just adjust to it -- it beats the alternative. I never used to waste an erection. If I had a morning erection and had someone in bed with me, I'd try to put it to good use. I remember years ago having a fuck buddy who was probably 15+ years older than me. When I got horny during the night, I would just slip it in (it was easy as he would still have lube from earlier fucks) and slowly work my way to another orgasm. If he didn't wake up (he drank a bit too much so he slept soundly), it was a turn on. If he did wake up, he would say I had to finish what I started, and that was a turn on too. Now, If I do get a morning erection, I just try to press it against my partners body and appreciate the warmth and texture of his skin against my cock. Eventually, it will just go down on its own. It isn't anything worth writing an erotic story about, but it beats not doing anything.
 
Lets be honest, older guys are easier to be with, the urgency is replaced by the experience, now not being a young man anymore, I still prefer older guys and occasionally you can learn new tricks to. Some of the best sex I have had has been with guys 10+ years older. Just can;t be doing with the young
"how many times" can I cum brigade, quality not quantity my friends.

For the record oldest I've been with was 75, he was slow to start but knew how to please a partner, and how
 
one of the best erotic stories i ever read was a story about a blowjob between a young man and an older gentleman. it was one of the most beautiful I've ever come across, and one I would love to experiance in real life. This is a hot thread - keep it going!
 
...Just can't be doing with the young
"how many times" can I cum brigade, quality not quantity my friends...

You are assuming that quality and quantity are opposites. Lets say that someone gets 100 thrusts inside someone. Is it only considered quality if the top doesn't come or only comes once during those 100 thrusts?

I don't sexually desire youth. I've always enjoyed a bit older. My sexual attractions have always been more with secondary male characteristics that typically grow with age: body hair, muscle, deep voice, etc. That twink look tends to be an effeminate thing in my head.

However, I do miss my own youth. Sure I had multiple orgasms. However, I also had more stamina. I was never a jackhammer top -- not even in my 20's. I always loved the slower rocking like on a boat. (Partially that is due to my romantic nature. I always saw an adult masculine man who freely gave his ass up to me as an act of love. The longer I was just "inside", the longer and stronger I felt loved and special. Thus rushing to the finish line meant less to me.) I had a lot of control as a young top. If I did cum (which I could hold back for a very long time), I could still go for another round if my bottom so desired (or i could j/o if my bottom wasn't interested and I needed that additional release of pressure).

However, with age there are times that if you approach orgasm and try to hold back, you can end up in a state where you won't get off at all that night. It is very frustrating. I know it isn't a rare phenomena. I've seen it in the past with older guys. I've seen it in the present in myself as well as my partner. Sometimes when I'll focus on seeing that he gets off, and he just cannot "go there", or sometimes I just have to tell him I just cannot "reach" that point. (It feels "pleasant, but I cannot get over the edge.) So we call it a night.

The only thing I like about my own aging is just emotional. When I was younger I mistook desire from others (especially older) as desire for me as a person. I felt that there was some kind of "love" involved whether it was just an encounter or a long term thing. Now I realize that it really depends on the individual - not what they say or what they do to have an encounter with you. There are guys (of any age) that just want to have sex with you and really that is all there is to their desire.

My partner and I have been together now a bit over 8 years. The sex isn't as frequent or worthy of writing as a story for others to j/o too - not because we love each other less or are bored with each other's presence or bodies. Rather it is simply part of getting older. However, I wouldn't trade those nights of being next to each other even if there is no sex. Its like the sunset. You may not always appreciate how beautiful it is, but it is there everyday.
 
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In your eloquent response you have hit the nail on the head, it's the package not the deed, the time spent together and the sharing, not one trying to get off on the other, the "selfishness" of youth which we have all experienced is replaced by an understanding of each other.

Quality is the how you and the partner feel about it, what ever that may be, quantity is how many time you can do it, not necessarily the same thing.

Now don't get me wrong nothing wrong with a little selfishness now and again and I for one have been as guilty as any in my younger days.

There are many aspects of aging that are not pleasant and frustrating, but one of those which is rather nice is the removal of the need to compete in sexual matters, experience can make up for energy and non hurried sex can be as exciting as the quick and rash kind.
I'm very happy you have, what sounds like a wonderful partner, and hope you continue to share those tender moments together. x
 
In your eloquent response you have hit the nail on the head, it's the package not the deed, the time spent together and the sharing, not one trying to get off on the other, the "selfishness" of youth which we have all experienced is replaced by an understanding of each other.

Quality is the how you and the partner feel about it, what ever that may be, quantity is how many time you can do it, not necessarily the same thing.

Now don't get me wrong nothing wrong with a little selfishness now and again and I for one have been as guilty as any in my younger days.

There are many aspects of aging that are not pleasant and frustrating, but one of those which is rather nice is the removal of the need to compete in sexual matters, experience can make up for energy and non hurried sex can be as exciting as the quick and rash kind.
I'm very happy you have, what sounds like a wonderful partner, and hope you continue to share those tender moments together. x

Thanks for the response. I would say that I wouldn't limit selfishness to those with a lower chronological age. Some of the most selfish people I have encountered have been older men. I remember years ago, I was on business trip, and on my own time I somehow encountered an older guy who wanted to spend time with me. Sure we ate out (dutch treat) and then went to some other places (bars -- which by the way aren't my thing). However, eventually he wanted me to go to his hotel. Once we were in there, he got me on the bed rubbed against my crotch for about 10 minutes. (Perhaps he came in his pants -- I don't know.) Then he thanked me and asked me to leave. I guess I should be thankful in that I wasn't alone in a strange city for a few hours. However, all that time for 10 minutes of him to get some fantasy frottage satisfaction was not worth it. Even if I had been 99 years old and couldn't get off, I would say that was a totally selfish encounter. Though I am a total top, if the other guy hasn't truly gotten something out of it, then I have failed. That guy should have had a similar attitude.


I would say an even bigger issue with some older guys is that they won't even spend the time of day chatting with you (even if it is just for platonic talk) if you are too "old" for their ideal, young partner. It is right down rude. The funniest part is some of them are the biggest ones to gripe about the young guys being rude because they won't take an interest in them because they are too old, yet these same old geezers will turn around and do the same with their own peers.

That is why i say you have to judge the individual -- not the number of candle sticks in their cake. Just to be fair, I've also known guys in my younger years who were young like me and rude. I remember for instance a particular incident in my youth where someone caught me getting it on with another guy in a cruisey area. This other young guy just assumed that he could join in. At the same time another older guy also caught us, but he was just watching off to the side -- not bothering anybody. The young intruder told the older guy watching to get lost as "old trolls" weren't welcome. The fact was this young loudmouth was even less welcome since he just butted in. He was nothing but a young troll.

Finally, I would say that I don't think hurried sex ever goes away until you are retired. Why the hurry may not be hormones, you can be hurried because of other commitments. I'm 50, and sometimes my obligations seem just as problematic as any "urge" used to. In fact as you get older there seems to be more of these obligations that get in the way.

To be honest, I think my partner and I probably average sex once every couple of weeks. I'm sure we both masturbate on the side plenty. That again isn't lack of mutual interest, but that sometimes the schedule isn't right.

For us another problem is that I really don't get much out of m2m sex unless I'm playing with a guy's ass. I don't want to make him sore or uncomfortable. I never could do mutual j/o as eventually I would go soft. Likewise, oral can be pleasant receiving, but it was NEVER orgasmic to me. I also HATE teeth and hickeys on my cock. The only way it really even came remotely close to orgasmic was if I were in all the way for long periods of time. While I'm not hung, most cock suckers cannot handle someone staying in for a long time without their gag reflex kicking in or feeling of not being able to breath. As to sucking, I can only do it for so long (unless the guy stays semi-soft) without eventually tiring myself. With fucking, you don't even have to be constantly thrusting, you can pause at times staying buried to the bone in your man while you hug, kiss, smell, stroke his body or even just look into his eyes. The only draw back is that you can make a guy sore. Thus for his sake, I tend to j/o until a future day when I figure we may both be up for it again. So what some people would consider infrequent sex thinking there is a waning of mutual interest, I simply call it caring about your partner's well being. There isn't a day that goes by that when I see his naked hairy ass that I don't wish I was inside at least to be one with him. Another reason I try to moderate the sex is that he had 5 bypasses back in late Feb. He has recovered very well, but the fact is that in such a surgery your ribcage is completely opened up. Contortions and/or pressure can make one's ribcage sore.

On of my big fantasies -- that goes way back to my youth -- was that I wish for just one night I could be hung like a horse, and simply penetrate the man I love and fall asleep that way. Just one night of being completely connected -- no thrusting, no orgasm -- just that union. It won't ever happen because with my size if I go soft it slips out, but to me it has always been a nice thought.
 
Fully comply with your sentiments and as for the being hung like a horse, well who hasn't thought that at some time or other, of course what we all want to do if we were may vary but the dream remains, still not always all it's cracked up to be or so I have been told by a very well hung and sad guy once x
 
Older passion

I'm 38 & i meet up fairly regularly with a 64 year old gentleman & he is just that. We don't get a lot of time together but every session is deeply satisfying. He gives the best blowjobs i've ever had & knows just how to get me.
I usually give him head first & he's never failed to satisfy me in return yet & he always gives me a good mouthful of cum even if it takes him longer than me to get hard.
The main thing that keeps me going back to him however, is the passionate way he kisses & treats me. He's a real gent & he makes happy when i'm with him.
If I wasn't already attached i'd probably be with him all the time.
I've been with other older guys, including one who used me as a booty call, so it is a totally individual thing.
 
I'm 64 now and still prefer older men, but when I was 33 I met up with a 67 year old gentleman who really turned me on to older men. Back then, I had begun to go to a XXX movie theatre on Wednesday afternoons. I had gone to that movie house perhaps 4 times, always keeping to myself. I had seen the man in question a couple of times before. On this particular day, I had gone to the washroom during intermission for a piss. My cock was still hard from the first movie as I urinated. The old man came to the urinal beside me and I could see he kept glancing down at my stiff dick. I was just shacking the last few drops, when he also back away. Once zipped up, I turned to leave. He stood facing me, his semi hard cock and balls still dangling out of his pants. He smiled as he slowly place them back into his pants and zipped back up.
I followed him into the lobby area and watched as he entered the theatre. I smoked a cigarette before entering, just as the next movie began. It took me a few moments to adjust to the darkness and find where the old man sat. He was on the far right row of seats halfway down the aisle sitting by the wall.
I walked to the row in front of his and as I walked towards the end of the row, undid my zipper and pulled out my cock and balls. I sat one seat to his left, placing my arm over the back of the seat directly in front of his. I was trembling in anticipation, but felt the next move was his.
I felt his hand grasp mine, pulling my arm back and placing my hand over his cock. It was soft but I could feel it stir in my hand. I squeezed it gently, hearing him moan. He leaned foward whispering. "May I join you?" I just nodded. I was surprised when he climbed over the seat instead of walking around. Once settled beside me, I again grasped his cock. He pulled my hand away saying. "I'll cum to fast, let me play with you first."
He reached for my cock, squeezing it. then with his free hand began to undo the buttons of my shirt. Once my shirt was open completely he began to tease my nipples. I had never had anyone play with my nipples in that way before and was surprised at the sensations he was creating. At one point he leaned over and licked my nipples, sucking on them while the hand at my groing was tickling my balls and cock. I could feel the pre-cum oozing from the end of my cock, which he would dab it up with the end of his finger and rub the viscous liquid onto my nipples and lick it off.
Although the theatre was dark and only had perhaps 40 patrons, the thought of someone watching added to the turn on. I can't even recall to this day how he managed to undo my belt and pants button, or even how my underwear and pants ended around my knees, he had me in such a state of excitment.
He kept changing from gripping and pumping my cock, changing rhythm as he did, then he would realease me and just use the pads of his fingers to tickle my cock and balls. I had to bite my lips to prevent from screaming and I'm sure at time others heard the moans I couldn't prevent from making. All the while he would ask if I like what he was doing. At times his questioning were done in whispers, yet other time loud enough the other could hear. I tried to keep my voice low or just nod my response.
Finaly his touches drove me to one of the most powerful orgasm as I felt myself arch in the seat, my cock pulsing throbbing, even my anus twitch as the jism began to run up from my balls along the shaft and erupt into the air, to land on my upper chest. It burst up from the tip of my cock on at least 5 times. It was as if my whole body orgasmed. He continued to pump my cock slowly as it began to deflate. At the same time, once more he used the free hand to dab at the pools of jism and smear the liquid onto my lips. It was several minutes before I had come back down to earth, the whole time I licked all the cum he placed on my lips.
I was beginning to feel my cock rise again, when he said. "Your turn son, get down on the floor and suck me off."
I didn't even hesitate, as I knelt on the floor my ass totaly exposed to anyone walking by, nor carring if anyone could see what I was up to. His cock was soft once more, which was nice as I could take all into my mouth. It tasted salty from the oozing of pre-cum and I savored it. As I bobbed my head slowly at first, sucking as my head went down and releasing the suction, when pulling back, his cock began to stiffen up. I swirled my tongue along the tip and feeling the dents and bulges along the shaft as I continued to suck on it. Unlike the old man, I was not in the mood to tease, but had a strong urge to feel him explode in my mouth. It wasn't long before he began to move his hips in rhythm with my suction. I could hear his moans getting louder as he was reaching the peak of excitment. Then he grasped my head and began to face fuck me. It was wild as I was once more lost the excitement of pure lust. Then his cock release the first of jism. It was thick but not copious. Like I had done, his body jerked, as his ass shot up from the seat, so strong that his balls smacked against my chin and flattening my nose on his lower adomen. His hands pulling my hair almost to the point of pain. He shot three loads into my mouth and throat. When my sucking became to sensitive for him, he tried to pull my head away, but I resisted at the same time stopped sucking, but just keeping the cock in my mouth as it deflated and eventually fell from my lips.
Once I sat back on my seat, I heard the applause from a few men sitting in the general area.
For the better part of the next 3 months, I made it back to the theatre every Wednesday and met up with my older gentleman. He thought quite a few tricks over that time. Unfortunately he moved to another city and it was the last I saw of him.

Very hot, I just came to this, thanx ;) My wife plays with my nipples while she jerks me sometimes and it feels fantastic!
 
Older guys

one of the best erotic stories i ever read was a story about a blowjob between a young man and an older gentleman. it was one of the most beautiful I've ever come across, and one I would love to experiance in real life. This is a hot thread - keep it going!

I'm 38 and I have to say that the blowjob my 67 year old male friend gave me was one of the most intensive experiences of my life! He really knew what tio do and exactly how to excite me.
It probably helps that I'd just blown him and he came in my mouth while his hips were shuddering and he was grabbing my head telling me how hot I was :)
In between the blowjobs we laid together, kissed and cuddled, it really helps to have a good connection as well.
 
This:

"The main thing that keeps me going back to him however, is the passionate way he kisses & treats me. He's a real gent & he makes happy when i'm with him."

I'm 39, m/w/m--my best m2m lovers have been guys 15+ years my senior. They always took the time to have me over, have a drink, seduce me, and then to enjoy our time together.
 
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