When I was around 20 I was travelling solo in Perth Australia.
So I was a younger gay guy, but I tended to be turned on by older well hung guys.
Would often browse sites like manhunt with filters set to find guys of that description.
I was versatile at that point and had come to discover that if you could find an older bloke that was reasonably fit and masculine and decent looks (not looking for some 10 out of 10. Just someone presentable) , they tended to be good fun!
And a few times already I had found myself in the bedrooms of a few rough and rugged working class blokes.
A few times I'd met guys without face pics, and when I arrived i sort of chuckled to myself and thought "ah, another bloody older bloke with a shaved head and beard"
Anyway, the sex always made up for it... beyond the rough exterior were guys who loved to kiss, had rock hard cocks and were eager for me to fuck them too (a few would try to sit on my cock at the earliest opportunity, and sometimes go a little fast..."ooop , just let me get used to it matey")
Some of them I would see semi regularly, we would fuck each other and I quickly became accustomed to how older blokes like to play.
Anyway, back to Perth.
A guy had invited me over to his apartment near the casino.
Told me to grab a bottle of coke, he has some bourbon at his place.
I was feeling good, he has a beautiful big cut cock in his pic, good body, some tattoos. Late 50s.
In his face pic he has a clean shaven head, wrap around sunglasses and a slightly stern look on his lips.
Caught the train and arrived there 8 or 9pm-ish
I arrive at his apartment, he meets me at the door wearing a singlet and loose shorts. It was summer so the weather was pretty warm!
We sat down the lounge to have a drink, poured us both a large bourbon and coke, Took a few sips and scooted over next to him. Soon we were kissing, and getting out clothes off.
Great body! He was a labourer, now foreman on a construction site so he had that hot wiry natural fit look, with a bit of a tan from years of working in the Sun. His back was completely tattooed.
We soon turned to sucking each others cock. We were both a similar size and spun around to 69, try to jam each other's cocks as far as possible down our throats.
And then for the next couple of hours we moved on to some serious fucking and several more drinks.
At one point when I was fucking him doggystyle he twisted his head around and remarked "oooohhhh, you're a lover mate".
Towards the end when he was sucking my cock I remarked I was going to blow.
At that moment he jumped around, and sat on my cock and moved up and down right as I was beginning to spurt.
What a good fuck!
We both settled down on the couch and chatted for a bit longer, spoke about work and the places we'd been as I sobered up.
I took a lift downstairs, walked across to the casino and got a taxi back to my hostel, given it was well after 2am.
So I was a younger gay guy, but I tended to be turned on by older well hung guys.
Would often browse sites like manhunt with filters set to find guys of that description.
I was versatile at that point and had come to discover that if you could find an older bloke that was reasonably fit and masculine and decent looks (not looking for some 10 out of 10. Just someone presentable) , they tended to be good fun!
And a few times already I had found myself in the bedrooms of a few rough and rugged working class blokes.
A few times I'd met guys without face pics, and when I arrived i sort of chuckled to myself and thought "ah, another bloody older bloke with a shaved head and beard"
Anyway, the sex always made up for it... beyond the rough exterior were guys who loved to kiss, had rock hard cocks and were eager for me to fuck them too (a few would try to sit on my cock at the earliest opportunity, and sometimes go a little fast..."ooop , just let me get used to it matey")
Some of them I would see semi regularly, we would fuck each other and I quickly became accustomed to how older blokes like to play.
Anyway, back to Perth.
A guy had invited me over to his apartment near the casino.
Told me to grab a bottle of coke, he has some bourbon at his place.
I was feeling good, he has a beautiful big cut cock in his pic, good body, some tattoos. Late 50s.
In his face pic he has a clean shaven head, wrap around sunglasses and a slightly stern look on his lips.
Caught the train and arrived there 8 or 9pm-ish
I arrive at his apartment, he meets me at the door wearing a singlet and loose shorts. It was summer so the weather was pretty warm!
We sat down the lounge to have a drink, poured us both a large bourbon and coke, Took a few sips and scooted over next to him. Soon we were kissing, and getting out clothes off.
Great body! He was a labourer, now foreman on a construction site so he had that hot wiry natural fit look, with a bit of a tan from years of working in the Sun. His back was completely tattooed.
We soon turned to sucking each others cock. We were both a similar size and spun around to 69, try to jam each other's cocks as far as possible down our throats.
And then for the next couple of hours we moved on to some serious fucking and several more drinks.
At one point when I was fucking him doggystyle he twisted his head around and remarked "oooohhhh, you're a lover mate".
Towards the end when he was sucking my cock I remarked I was going to blow.
At that moment he jumped around, and sat on my cock and moved up and down right as I was beginning to spurt.
What a good fuck!
We both settled down on the couch and chatted for a bit longer, spoke about work and the places we'd been as I sobered up.
I took a lift downstairs, walked across to the casino and got a taxi back to my hostel, given it was well after 2am.
