Actually, my story begins on the way to start most of the stories of life Sun A young couple, happy and content, fresh in life and curious as to what may come. I myself was at that time 18 years old and just recently with my girlfriend. As far as I can remember, it was the beginning of autumn. The golden sunshine warmed the streets cooled down slowly more and more in the light of the coming winter.
Sandra, it was my first girlfriend was a pretty hot brush. She had red hair and had a very light, almost white skin. With approximately 1.67 m in height, she had a beautiful, feminine figure. Of course, like one or the other 53 kilos not be thin enough - but I was more than satisfied. And her beautiful breasts had it done to me really: B cup and properly crisp and firm - just as you would expect at this age probably should. Our young love was exciting and exhausting at the same time. She was my first girlfriend, and with it I had my first time, it was not at all the way you would expect it, but there it was again:. I failed Not just once but several times. I was just too nervous. A horrible feeling - especially if, instead of sympathy and encouragement only criticism gets. And that was exactly the case with me too.
I was not the first friend of my girlfriend. With her 18 years she had it before our time had been a sly old dog. And she had me after my next attempt to have sex with her, rub also neatly under your nose. "You're a failure," she said. "My ex-friends could fuck me when they wanted, where they wanted and how they wanted." Hard to imagine? Yes, as I see it today but just as she had once responded. Today, I think to myself, I would have to shoot the same, but at the time I was not yet ready.
Of course I was angry and offended that night. At the same time I was also aware that she was a beautiful young woman and I was lucky to have such a nice thing by my side. I was after all not one of those people a la James Dean but was rather the unassuming, average type: 1.79 m tall, 74 pounds, not fat - not thin. I have dark hair and slightly more of the Mediterranean-European type. Women turned to look at me not, however, reversed that came before many times before. But back to my story:
I made my girlfriend great allegations because of their attacks on this evening. Furiously I left the apartment and make my way home. Due to the fact that she lived in Frankfurt Ginnheim and I in the adjacent city of Offenbach, I had a pretty long way to go. Fortunately drove the tram every few minutes and before it was shortened a few years later by the under construction train, they went almost to my front door. A stroke of luck. So I could curl up to me on the train and now and then to even have a little nap without fear of missing my stop.
That evening - it was about 22 clock - drove the streetcar their way and I was completely lost in thought. Today she visited relatively sparse. Here and there a few people were out, but that I did not take too much notice. I was full of anger at my girlfriend and wanted nothing more than to pay it to her home. How could she humiliate me just like that? With my younger years I found no answer. About one I was very aware that just as she treated me, it was no wonder I could not get him hard. With each and every time I am more and more under pressure and made me to make it right this time. But sex is not a science but feeling. And so it was no wonder that I failed ever further and more. "Damn," I said to myself at the same time and was scared because I did not have it in my mind but hingesprochen loud myself.
I looked around. Apparently no one had taken notice of me. But for a few moments then looked at me yet. They sat about 6 rows in front of me and fixed me with her gaze. The eyes belonged to an elderly man, who had his best days already behind him with security. He had white, short hair and a round, almost chubby head. He wore a gray turtleneck sweater, a light gray jacket and scuffed about green trousers. His jacket stretched - he had to carry around an ordinary beer belly going on. I guessed him to round 60, but not unpleasant, much less threatening.
I smiled in embarrassment and affect shrugged. He did not smile, but looked at me more with his steel-blue eyes. I felt a little intimidated, and looked out the window again. Occasionally I looked back over at him carefully. And every time his eyes were fixed on me and my body. Once he looked at me very clearly. I was under the impression that he wanted to show me clearly that he looks at me, but by this time I had no idea why he did that. Probably a Batty I thought. And yet I was interested in this guy. He really was not particularly pleasant. If I were to judge him, I would have probably immediately labeled as welfare recipients without a wife and children. Again I looked out the window.
"Next stop: outskirts of Offenbach" sounded from the speakers. Four more stations, then I was home. Was the guy actually still there? I turned back a little to the right and there he was sitting still. He had now averted his gaze from me, so I could inspect it a little better. He opened his jacket and in the meantime his beer belly looked very clearly. He sat astride his single-seat and had both his hands on his legs. His right hand gently stroked over his thigh. I did not know why I looked at him more, but somehow I was fascinated by the sight. Something he had to be, but whatever it was, I did not know until now.
Probably will think of one or two of you that I found it sexually arousing but no, it was not. I was not gay but totally heterosexual. I was interested in women and not in men. No. The thing about him was so interesting was that all of its own. His hands were plump and relatively bulky. His short fingers fit its entire broadcast. A man who tackles, I thought. Maybe he was a painter or handyman. At least I could imagine it in my work clothes very well. As his hands on his overalls farbbeschmierten wiped or on knees drilled a hole in the wall. "Yes," I thought. "The guy is certainly handicrafts."
Slowly my eyes swung upward again. I was shocked when I saw that he was staring at me again. How long had he been watching me? Did he know that I was looking at him too? I looked into his blue eyes. He did not flinch. Not even a smile was visible on his lips. Strange guy. "Next station: Ludwigstraße / Leather Museum". Two stops to the last stop.
Probably the type keen on me, I thought. Maybe I could even provoke him a little. I have a little fun to the end of my journey. Great idea. I sat up and put me down now too wide apart. I put my hands on my thighs and also imitated him after so. Again I looked at him. He looked back. No emotion. Then his right hand slowly went a little higher. He brushed his thigh until she came to stand in his step. His gaze remained expressionless. By now I should have quit but something prompted me to move on. Also, I took my right hand and lead her to my crotch. As fast as he would not get me small. Somehow it was my sporting ambition to not back down. I wanted to be brave and not shrink back. No, I was not a failure. I was not a coward. I'd show it to my friend already. I was full of anger inside. I was hurt and injured. My irrational actions here in the tram was something completely new, something unimaginable for me actually. Today I know that it was all a combination of circumstances, which I had not in the hand. The thick fingers of his right hand began to open slowly and close. And besides his fingers seemed to be something else to move. His pants bulged out slowly and he took the opportunity to include his fingers to the full survey and caress gently and slowly. No, I was not cool. Furthermore, I was intrigued, but not anymore. And so I also started to caress my fingers over my crotch. In my pants are doing nothing but still I was intrigued. My eyes changed again and again from his steel-blue eyes to his crotch. It was a game for me and no more.
"Next stop: Berlin Street". Just one more stop, then I was there. The game seemed to pass in slow motion. The man licked his thick lips and I did the same. We both stroked gently over our pants and also with me now had a slight energizing formed. But in sex with this man, even with a man I did not think at this time.
Then it was: "Next Stop: Offenbach Marktplatz terminus Please everyone folds..." I grabbed my backpack and stood at the exit door, the man without a single time to look again. With a whir, the door opened. I got out, threw my backpack over my shoulder and I just wanted to make our way to my parents when I was held lightly on the arm. "Sorry," I heard at the same time and turned around. It was the old bag from the tramway. "It seemed to me as if you've just had fun. Do you want to come with me and a little more fun?" I looked at him. He was about the same size as me and stood opposite me at eye level. "I do not know," I began to stutter. "I've never seen." The man changed a straight face. "Just come with and then we'll see what we like. What do you mean?'s Nothing to be afraid." "I'm not afraid," I said shakily. "How old are you?" he asked. "18" I answered truthfully. "Good. Then come," he said and led the way to the street, where even some taxis waiting for passengers. When I got back right and he joined me, he gave the driver a piece of paper. "Take us there," he said. "Where are we going?" I asked. "I will not tell you. Otherwise you know yet where I live," he said. I was satisfied with the answer and looked out the window. After endless minutes, stopped the taxi and we got out. It was now 23:30 Clock sure but I have not looked at the clock. We had landed in a rather derelict part of Offenbach. The houses were all sprayed with graffiti, and here and there was also a window smashed. The man went to the other side of the road and waved over to me.
I will never forget the front door of the house. It was a wooden door with several recessed frosted glass. She was also in a pretty brown and used condition. No question: The house was very old, and slowly went wide nervousness in me. Where I had landed here only? What was I doing here? I was 18 This guy was definitely 60th No, I had to get out of here. I could not make it easy. I was somewhere and did not know how I should get home. What the guy had with me before?
The stairs creaked tidy when we vorkämpften from floor to floor. When we arrived on the third floor and he unlocked his apartment door, I noticed that a sticker was attached to his door. It read, "Police Headquarters". I was in a panic. Was that an undercover agent? Now he wanted to interrogate me or talk to my parents? That could not be. I started to stutter. "It's ... I'm sorry. I did not want that. I actually just wanted to have some fun and nothing more." The man turned around but said nothing. "Please ... please do not say anything to my parents. I promise I'm doing something like this again." I was crying and said just before. The man attacked my left arm and pulled me slowly into the apartment. "Now you do not worry. Sit back and once we talk for a bit, OK?" I nodded and went inside.
The apartment has been very classic. Wood, where one could see. But she was very small. A table with a few wooden chairs, a small TV in the corner and a large wardrobe. In the corner was a bed. Left it went to the bathroom. All in all a very clean, small apartment. I put my backpack on a chair and took off my jacket. "Sit on the bed," he said. I went to the bed and sat down. Then he stood in front of me. I had. His crotch at eye level, looking at him from below "Want something to drink?" he asked. I shook my head. "That's what I thought. Wait a minute." Then he went into the bathroom. A few minutes later he came out and it took my breath away. He was naked. Completely naked and stood in the dim light of his old floorboards. Then he came up to me. I could barely touch me, so I was shocked and overwhelmed by the situation. He pushed me back slightly until I can go lie on the bed. Then he gently fiddled around with my pants and pulled them down slightly, until my cock came into view. I was barely pubescent, so it was no wonder that he said "... Mhmmm a youth." He then knelt between my legs on the bed. I still did not know what would happen to be the latest although I would quite clearly at this time. But I was full of anxiety and nervousness. Completely overwhelmed by the situation, I was hardly in a position to say anything, let alone to make.
His eyes moved from my dick to my eyes. "Do you like it or not?" he said. I thought of a condom and said "with love." Then I saw him smile for the first time. "Are you sure? It's much better off without." He clucked his tongue briefly and squeezed his teeth forward. "Oh my God," I thought. Has the third. Since I became aware again in a special way, in what was for a situation I am and what an old guy just knelt between my legs. "I take them out once. If you liked that more." He said, and laid aside his dentures in a glass that was on the bedside table. Then everything happened very quickly. He bent his head forward and took my still soft cock in his mouth. Without a condom. Without protection. I felt dizzy. What an amazing feeling because I felt. Even today, it runs me cold down my spine when I think about it. I was a virgin and I had previously met only a few times himself. But what I got now felt, was better than anything I had ever felt. Very soft, very wet and incredibly warm. The blood boiled slowly in me and also my Stimulators and it became clear that in what I began to stir. Part of me wanted the whole but not another part of me was like magic on to the bed. I was barely able to move. In the meantime, I looked up and looked at the large semi-bald head, which moved up and down repeatedly. Smacking noises found their way into my ear and were synchronized with the movements of this old, nasty man accomplished. Meanwhile my cock was fully extended and he obviously had trouble getting my 18x5cm in their throat. But apparently he was quite skilled, as my cock kept disappearing all the way into his mouth. Just the thought of the fact that he fucked himself straight into his throat, almost made my blood run over.
How long it took care of my dick, I can not say, but after a while I raised my hands and placed it on his head. I kept pushing him gently on my hard cock and slowly began to fuck him with my movements. At first gently, then more demanding and more direct. Even now I can feel the feeling in my hands, how his head and sparse hairs have felt. I kept pushing him down and felt slow, as my excitement grew and grew further. The final moment was approaching, and with a slight moan I said, "I'm coming"
The man seemed to mind. He groaned softly to himself and was now faster and faster with his efforts. I hugged him again and again against my dick. "Stop it, I'm coming," I whispered to him, but expressed his head further up and down. Add me to a fight on paved from disbelief to shock and simultaneous high excitement and lust. I felt my dark side gained the upper power and pressed him further and more firmly on my dick. Then I started to squirt and pressed his head so deep it went on my dick. I literally had to inject him in the neck. Again and again, I felt like he started to swallow my sperm and carried in his stomach. I do not know how many times I've pumped out but it seemed like an eternity. Full of lust I sprayed everything out of me. All my anger, my wounded pride, my fears. For a fraction of the world was right again.
Until the moment when the lust faded. I had sprayed myself and was back at the bottom. As through a mist I saw him as he raised his head and swallow his throat when two or three times, moving. His expressionless eyes stared at me. He got up and lay down beside me on the bed. "My turn," he said and put his hand in his right hand on his penis. I was not looking. To this day I can not even say whether his penis was large or small. It just was not available. It seems that I've found myself in a dream world, from which there was no escape. And as he stood next to me, I knew even less, what I should do now. Suck his cock? No, I could not have done at this time. I think then I would have run screaming from the apartment.
But the old man was not only smart, he was also very knowledgeable. "Come here," he said. "I leak the nipple." Of course, my lust was gone a long time ago but somehow I knew I was the man a debt. I leaned over and looked at his nipples. They were thick and fleshy and grow through numerous hair. Really disgusting. But I also did not know what I would have the time to make. So I leaned against further and began to lick gently with my tongue over his nipples. Meanwhile, the old man jerked and gave me commands, what should I do next. In between, he called me yet as "bitch" and "horny pussy" and was always quick with his movements. "Suction properly because properly fixed," he said, pushing himself with his left hand on his left nipple. I did as ordered and sucked like a madman on his left nipple. His moans became louder and he approached his climax. "Yes, go on you horny pussy. Sucking continues," he said, groaning. I just wanted to get it over quickly, and also began to softly moan. I put on a high voice, and said, "Yes, I'm so hot for you." His rubbing was getting faster and faster. "Yeah." He said, "You cunt. Say that you're my cunt." I licked further away at his nipple. But as a cunt I would not let me call. "I'm so hot for you," I said again, and then continued licking. But that only seemed to make him aggressive. He grabbed it with his left hand on my hair and pulled her painful back. Then he looked at me angrily. "Are you my pussy?" I was intimidated at the same time incredibly horny. The whole situation was so surreal.
I looked at him deeply and said in a calm voice. "I'm your cunt I havent got a clue what you are doing here and I want to be your cunt." That seemed to give him. Again he pushed me on his nipple and I started frantically licking and sucking. When his breathing was fast and after a few moments he began to twitch slowly, I knew that he was ready. I looked down at his hand and saw the sperm as it thrust syringe to push out of his cock out of his belly.
He inhaled deeply. "That was cool," he said. I got up slowly, took off my pants and grabbed my backpack. "I then times" I said to him and went to the front door. "Wait," he said and went to the window. He pulled the curtain aside and showed me a video camera. The red light flashed every few moments. He had recorded everything? Oh my God, this could not be true. "Will certainly an awesome video," he said. "If you want to take it." He opened the camera, took out the cartridge and stretched it out to me. My chance had come. I took a step towards him, but then I stopped. Something held me back. "Keep 'it" I told him, turned the handle, opened the door and closed it behind me. Then I took a deep breath.
Even today I do not know how I am then come home. I can only remember that I showed up in the middle of the night with my parents. Straightway I went into the bathroom and took a shower thoroughly. While I thoroughly soaped my body, my whole situation once again went through my head. With all the horny while anxious thoughts I have made it my own again in the shower. Then I went to bed and fell into a very restless sleep. What fucking happened?