I was an average guy in my early twenties with long bleached hair, no facial hair, long nails and very little body hair. Other than those things and a love of being a bottom for masculine men of all types over 21 I was just as much a man as any other guy my age, especially back then when long hair was just about mandatory on guys under thirty. My lover at the time was a decade older than me, more masculine looking and was more a Top than a bottom so we had a decent relationship. Back then barebacking was the norm, as HIV & AIDS hadnt made its appearance yet.
However, we had our spats and ended up breaking up a couple of months later. One reason was his excessive jealousy and double-standards. it was OK for him to talk to other men but if talked to someone he thought I was cruising and making a date. One man I exchanged greetings with was a somewhat ugly old janitor at a shopping center. We became quasi-friends and one day my lover and I were shopping there and the janitor and I said hello and my lover made a few snide remarks.
I hid my anger but decided that I would give that homely old man a try.
The janitor was in his fifties but looked older, graying, balding, mustachioed, slender, somewhat wrinkled, wore old-type hornrim glasses, sported dirty nails and had nice salt&pepper hair on his chest from what I could see peeking out from his collar when he unbuttoned the top button of his blue-gray workshirt.
The shopping center was on my way home from work and my lover got off an hour and a half after I did so one day I stopped by and caught the old janitor on his afternoon break. We went into a seldom-used mensroom nd got to know each other much better and I explained my snotty lover's rude behavior and he said his wife no longer put out and he was tired of masturbating and couldnt even hide a sex toy at his place. I asked him when & where I could blow him and he said he could make time by rearranging his cleaning schedule so he'd be cleaning this mensroom when we could get together.
We hugged and french kissed. He smoked so his breath wasnt the best but it was still better than kissing a fem.

A few days later on a Wednesday we met and got right to work in the last toilet stall. I knelt while he opened his fly and took out his over 6" cut cock. His crotch smelled but it was a manly sweaty smell and I inhaled as I sucked his cock into my mouth. Within less than a minute he was hard and I was pumping my head back & forth on his meat while holding his hips. A few minutes later he held my head and fucked me in my mouth for about ten minutes before releasing my head and letting me fellate him to orgasm. He told me to pump my head on him faster. A few more minutes he began taking short thrusts and whispering he was about to cum. He then grunted, his cockhead swelled alittle and he rewarded me with half a dozen strong rapid-fire spurts followed by another dozen lesser spurts as he unloaded in my mouth while I sucked his cum out of his dick. I sucked for another couple of minutes while he enjoyed having adding me to his list of conquests.
I then sucked off of his cock leaving it clean and dry and kissed it and his hairy wrinkled ball sack. He said I was one of the most respectful cocksuckers he'd cum across. I thanked him and stood up. He surprised me by hugging me and throwing a loving passionate french kiss into my mouth which I gladly returned.

We had a second oral session a couple of weeks later. It was much like the first but after I finished swallowing his cum he held my head and told me to drink his piss. I drank it and was thankful I had drank piss from mens cocks before. He enjoyed using my mouth as both a c**t and as a urinal and then told me how it built up and restored his ego. I was glad and also pleased he wanted to french kiss even though my mouth tasted like his piss.

The third time which occurred a month later he wanted to fuck my ass. I had a couple of buddies fuck my ass so it would be well-lubed with cum before heading to the shopping center. Back in our usual stall I sucked his cock to hardness and left it wet with my spit. I then dropped my pants and bent-over for him, holding my knees. He spat on my hole, put his dick to it and shoved it right up my ass. Holding my hips he fucked me. I enjoyed getting fucked by him, glad a deserving manly man was getting a piece of my ass as well as my mouth. I didnt think I could cum from getting fucked by him but he was intriguing and I cummed from his dick frigging on my prostate. I caught my cum in my hand and licked it off while he finished fucking me. Another five minutes later he repeatedly rammed his dick in me as he unloaded inside me, is dirty nails digging into my hips. he then held himself hilted deep in me for about a minute, then slammed it home a few more times and yanked out of me leaving me feeling empty and wishing he was still inside me.
Fortunately his dick came out relatively clean. he still made me suck it clean and then pissed while I drank. I then sucked off of his cock and kissed it and his balls, thankful for the cleaning effects of his piss.
We hugged but didnt kiss that time. I told him that very time my lover and I had a falling-out or he was on the rag for some ridiculous reason I would come to the shopping center. He liked that.

We had sex another dozen times until our schedules changed. I still fondly cherish those nice sessions we had and getting jacked off by one of his fat bear friends. Even though I was a twink or at least that age I still preferred masculine middle-aged and older men to guys my own age. I still like older men but sometimes fantasize joining a team of older Tops gangbanging a twenty-something twink's ass & mouth the way I was gangbanged a couple of times back when I was in college.

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