Masturbating an Older Man

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I always fantasized about masturbating a mature man....

 

As a young teen, I used to swim at my dad's men's club in a pool where all the men were naked. My brother and I, or a friend if I brought one, were always the youngest there, and I had a fascination for the large and hairy bodies of the men, and the penises, which seemed so different from ours. Sometimes, when I masturbated, I fantasized that my loins were covered with hair, and my balls were large and bouncy like theirs. I was always curious if the older men masturbated, perhaps masturbation was just something my friends and I did and if they did, I wondered what it was like.



As I entered my middle teens I didn't think about it very much, but then, as I went off to college, I began to wonder again about professors, men in restaurants, maintenance men, whoever I came into contact. And the fantasies returned, but now, and this was shocking at first, I imagined what it would be like to masturbate THEIR cock. I felt very ashamed at this. I was dating a sweet girl, normal in so many ways, and this seemed, well, kind of perverted. And gay. And it also made me cum really, really hard when I gave in to it.



I was a year from graduation when I became friends with a lab supervisor in our college. I was often there late at night, and often felt horny and masturbated in the toilet. In fact, I began to look forward to late nights, because it was exciting to let the feeling in my loins grow, and my cock become swollen and sensitive, in anticipation of finding relief in the toilet. It seemed that this man, whose name was Al, would come over just at those times, when my mood shifted, and masturbation became an inevitable force. We would chat about this and that, nothing special, but the mood became more and more 'frisky'. Though there was not a word of sex spoken, I found myself getting hard-ons in front of him, and noticed bulges in his pants.



I wondered if he noticed that shortly after he would go back to his office, I would head for the toilet, and return a little later with cheeks flushed and eyes liquid with relief. He did notice. He didn't say anything, but he noticed. And then one night, we chatted, he went to his office, and just as I was on my way to the toilet, he passed by me and smiled and said, 'off to the toilet to play, are you?'



Oh my, I must have turned bright red!, and I have no idea how I answered, probably with a sniffled cry!



When I pulled my pants down in the toilet stall, I had an enormous erection! Instead of sitting, as usual, I grabbed my cock as I stood there and stroked and stroked, grinding my pelvis, eyes pressed shut and breathing harder and harder. I shot cum all over the stall wall. It was hot!!



I suddenly felt totally embarrassed. I grabbed toilet paper and wiped cum off the walls and floor, and then my cock. I zipped up, but my cock was still engorged and I was afraid to go out, so flushed with sex and my cock still beating with blood. I waited. I waited some more, composed myself, and went back to the lab.



Mercifully, Al wasn't there, and I didn't see him for a couple of nights, but when I did, I was really happy to see him. We chatted, as usual but a bit awkwardly, I thought. And then Al brought up The Subject.



'I masturbate a lot,' he said. 'I guess you do too, from what I've seen.'



I had rehearsed lots of things to say to him, and forgot them all. 'Yeah, I guess I like it a lot.'



I was so relieved, so happy and grateful, at what Al had said, a huge weight was lifted, and I almost fainted from just those few words. But we had a LOT of words that night, and all of them were about masturbation. Mostly from me talking and talking all about masturbation. Al would break in now and then, enough to show he understood perfectly my excitement...and then I got to the part I've just told you about, my fantasies of masturbating older men. About men with hairy loins, large balls, and cocks bigger than mine. I told him everything.



A look came over his face, a special look, dreamy, delirious, and frighteningly sexual as he listened. We had felt frisky before, but this was different, he was deeply aroused. He didn't say a word, just a few nods as I spoke. I realized at some point that I was talking to an older man, a man with thick hair on his arm and legs, a man who I was now sure, had large balls and a big cock. My fantasy was standing there, and I was talking to him.



At some point, we got quiet, I couldn't find a word. After a while, he asked if I wanted to go to the maintenance closet and masturbate. He led the way....more later

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