A few guys have been asking me about my fetish for older men. So I figured I’d tell you all my really dirty story about why I think I’m into older guys — or at least how it all started.
Six years ago, my boyfriend threw a party for me on my 18th birthday. It was at his parent’s house and they had a pool and a hot tub.
My boyfriend ended up getting really drunk, and crashed early in his bedroom. I stayed out and was chatting with all my friends. Eventually, all the kids went home and it was just me and my boyfriend’s parents and a few of their friends talking in the kitchen. His mom, Judy, asked if I wanted to go in the hot tub and I said sure. So the two of us went into the hot tub and hung out for a while talking.
Eventually, my boyfriend’s dad (we’ll call him Paul) came out to join us. We ended up having a few beers and I was a little typsy. At some point I remember Paul stroking my leg under the water and it made me a little uncomfortable, especially because his wife was right there! But she didn’t seem to notice. In fact, right around the time his hand drifted to my inner thigh, Judy got up and announced that she was going to bed.
So all of a sudden, it was just me — exactly 18 years old to the day — and my boyfriend’s dad, who must have been about 50. He had a big beer belly, but was a handsome guy, really funny, and pretty clean cut. We kept talking in the hot tub and his hand kept drifting. I just remember giggling non-stop, and I kept pushing his hand away, and then he kept putting it back, and it kept getting closer to my pussy.
Then, all of sudden, Paul said that he was hot and sat up on the edge of the hot tub to cool off. Somehow, he’d managed to get his swimming trunks off without me noticing because as he sat out of the water, he was butt naked! His cock was rock hard, and to this day, it was the biggest, thickest cock I’ve seen in my life. A lot of guy claim to have 10-inch cocks, but he had one for real. I actually felt kind of bad for my boyfriend because he definitely didn’t get his dad’s genes in that department.
So I’m sitting there in my bra and panties looking up at this big beer bellied guy — who was more than 30 years older than me — with a massive cock. The next thing I remember, I feel his hand on the back of my head and hear him say, “suck it.” The way he said it was an order, like an adult telling a kid what to do, and it made me feel so submissive. So I leaned over and started to give him a blowjob. In my head, all I could think about was, “Oh my god, I’m sucking my boyfriend’s dad’s cock … and it totally turns me on.”
The next thing I knew, I was standing up in the hot tub, leaning against the edge and he was fucking me doggy style from behind. And that’s when it got really dirty. Because some guy, who must have been Paul’s buddy, appears from what seems like out of no where. He’s standing there a few feet away watching us and jerking off. Then I hear Paul say, “Why don’t you come over and join us?”
A moment later, this new guy is face-fucking me. So on my 18th birthday, I’m getting spitroasted by two beer-bellied 50-year-old guys while my boyfriend is asleep drunk upstairs — and one of the guys is my boyfriend’s dad!
They take turns fucking me and we end up in the grass outside. I remember feeling Paul cum inside me, and then his friend switches in and cums in me a moment later.
After that, we went inside, had a beer, and I’m pretty sure I ended up on my knees giving both of them blowjobs again.
Just so we’re clear — I’d never done anything remotely like this before. It was my first time with a significantly older guy, let alone two. So after they finished (and I remember it took some work the second time around) we had another beer, and then I went up stairs exhausted and drunk.
I crawled into my boyfriend’s bed feeling totally guilty, dirty and ashamed. And my boyfriend rolls over and says something like, “I still haven’t given you your birthday present.”
I’m like, “No way, I’m too tired.” But he’s super aggressive and wants to go down on me. I tell him I’m too tired, too drunk, anything to stop him. I think I even pleaded that I had a bladder infection, but he kept trying. When I continued resisting, he started getting angry. So finally, I said to myself, “fuck it.” And I let him eat me out.
I was drunk and had already orgasmed a few times that night, so I took forever, but my boyfriend didn’t seem to mind. It grossed me out a little at first. But after a while, the sheer dirtiness of the situation turned me on.
The funniest part was that my boyfriend raved the next day about how sweet my pussy had tasted. Did I ever tell him that it was because two guys, including his dad, had fucked me 30 minutes earlier? Hell no.