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I promise this story is 100% true. Some might find it inappropriate or unhealthy, but I’m only writing my truth. Although there are erotic moments, as they were very hot for me at the time and continue to hold an exciting place my memory, it’s not a purely erotic story. I wrote this for the sake of having a therapeutic outlet to sort out a very confusing dynamic I once had in my life. I hope that other gay guys who’ve been with older men at a young age might resonate and feel a sense of familiarity with this complicated duality of a toxic relationship.****
I first met Tim when I was maybe three. He was in his early 20s, one of my dad’s community college students, and he became a close friend of the family. I don’t remember too much from that time, other than us fostering his Pomeranian, whom he gave some kind of stripper name.
But one memory that does stand out was when my dad was driving us around. He had a single-cab truck, which meant I sat in between them. We drove past a magnolia tree, which I phonetically confused for mistletoe. So, I pointed out the window and yelled, “Look, magnolia!” And I planted a kiss on Tim’s lips. He pulled away and laughed out of shock.
I hadn’t seen him in years by the time I came out of the closet at 17. My dad put us in touch because he thought I could use a gay role model in my life. I didn’t even remember that Tim was gay or meeting his partner Jonah when I was a child.
When we reconnected, it was like no time had passed. And it was the first time I had a gay man I could turn to in my life. He had this comforting sense of self-confidence that made him feel like this wise all-knowing supportive rock. I even began referring to him and Jonah as Uncle Tim and Uncle Jonah.
Tim also had a son named Jake who was a few months older than me. I’d never met him until then, because he’d lived with his mom since he was born, and he only met Tim shortly before we reunited. Even though he was straight, Jake and I quickly become close friends, almost like cousins.
It came to a point when I was spending every other day at their house, joining them for movies and dinners. I even introduced them to one of my first boyfriends (even though that ended quickly).
Things changed when I went to college. Jake met a girl, and they quickly got married. And with that, he just kind of ghosted me and our friendship.
By the time I came home from my Freshmen year of college for Christmas, Jake’s bedroom had been converted to a man cave of sorts. He stayed upstate to spend the holidays with his new wife, and Jonah was visiting his own family overseas. So, it was just me and Tim.
He showed off the renovated man cave, which included some workout equipment, complete with a demonstration. Tim told me about some medication he’d been on that gave him all this energy that he’d been taking out on his home gym. It also made him extra horny, as he went into detail over his and Jonah’s active sex life, something I was used to discussing with him when it was just us.
We decided to have a lowkey night, watching a movie in the living room. I’d always been comfortable in his company, as he gave me a sense of security. And on this particular night, I ended up lying my head in his lap with only a pillow and the denim of his jeans separating us.
I don’t remember exactly what brought it on, but he suggested we watch some porn in the mancave. It felt innocent enough at first, just showing each other what we were into. But it didn’t take long for both of our cocks to be out, growing harder in our palms.
My heart was racing as we stroked ourselves next to each other. It was the kind of situation I’d fantasized about for years, but only in a general sense. I never quite expected to share the experience with Tim, but it just somehow made sense.
After several minutes of jerking off, I worked up the courage to reach over for his thick mature cock. But he slapped my hand away, I move I honestly didn’t expect. I was overwhelmed with a sense of rejection from the one person who’d always been there. It resulted in the most uncomfortable ejaculation I’ve experienced, and we just kind of pretended it never happened for some time after.
It wasn’t until I returned home at the beginning of the summer before starting my first internship in New York City that we saw each other again. He invited me out to have sushi for lunch at some place close to his house.
Inevitably, the topic of our erotic viewing party came up. He revealed that he regretted not going down on me, and that he wished I had persisted.
I had a different takeaway. The moment had only left me with confusion and shame, and I told him I regretted crossing that line. But he told me in that wise all-knowing way, something along the lines of: “You don’t want to close yourself off to intimacy. It will only cause issues for you in the future.”
I sat on that for a few days before I met up with him one more time before departing for my internship. He invited me over to see his new law office, located in a suite he shared with three other lawyers, one of which happened to be a teacher from my high school.
He closed the office door is proudly showed off his possessions. One thing led to another, and he started showing me guys online that he’d hooked up with.
I knew where things were heading, and I decided to make a move yet again. I walked up behind him as he sat at his desk, clicking through the profiles. Without him noticing, I’d pulled out my cock and started stroking. It took him a few seconds to turn around, when he saw me erection staring in his face, before looking up at my nervous face and back down at it.
He wrapped his firm daddy hands around my shaft, placing his warm mouth on the tip before quickly taking it all the way to the back of his throat. After getting it fully hard, he cleared off his desk as I took off my clothes. Tim then motioned for me to come over and lie on my back as he remained in his leather swiveling chair, servicing my young dick with his skilled jaw.
Before I exploded, I got down on my knees, placing my tight naked ass under his desk and my head between his warm denim-clad thighs. I took his manhood in my eager mouth, nodding my head up and down, faster and faster. By the end, we were both splattered in each other’s loads, gasping for breath on his cold wooden desk.
It was another couple of years before I saw Tim again. He invited me over to his and Jonah’s new house, an entirely glass structure that looked out of place in his suburban backwoods neighborhood. But it was certainly a place one could get used to with an infinity pool in the backyard, situated just steps away from a beautiful flowing stream.
In addition to the tour, he also gave me some off-brand Viagra, as I’d recently grown curious about using some recreationally. After giving me the pseudo-responsible adult speech about how to use them and what to be cautious of, he started telling me about some of his recent hookups.
He and Jonah had recently opened their marriage, inviting some younger men over for threesomes. As he went into vivid detail about their recent fuck fests, I couldn’t help but imagine being in a Tim and Jonah sandwich as they filled my holes with their hard daddy cocks.
I had an idea for where the evening was going when Tim asked if I wanted to go for a dip. I told him I didn’t have a suit, and he said I could just go naked. Meanwhile, he slipped into a tiny Speedo, which outlined his thick member.
Only this time, the moment never happened. Every time I considered making a move, he made me doubt myself. Eventually, we got out of the pool, and I felt cold and exposed.
It wasn’t until later that he told me since he and Jonah now had an arrangement, he didn’t want to compromise that by hooking up with someone they both knew. He was rejecting me again, and this time it felt even more personal.
Not long after, we had a falling out. I tried to reach out once, but he reacted all cold and cruel. I never quite understood what caused him to turn on me like I was just a random encounter. All I knew was the sudden void I felt, having lost one of the most important people in my life, someone who once made me feel safe.
Years later, he and Jonah moved some place up north. It wasn’t only me he lost touch with, as my dad once revealed that they don’t take anymore either.
I recently reconnected online with Jonah. He revealed that he and Tim were no longer married. Tim apparently cheated with the boyfriend of the prosecutor on a case he was working, which ultimately ended both his job and his marriage. It appeared that I was the first stop on a downward spiral, in which he isolated himself from everyone who cared about him.
During one casual online chat, Jonah asked if I’d ever had hooked up with Tim. When I admitted it, he wasn’t surprised or even upset. I told him that things between me and Tim turned toxic after that, and he seemed familiar with that kind of behavior.
Perhaps it was out of some need for revenge on Tim or just my need tendency to behave self-destructively for immediate gratification, but I suddenly decided to go there with Jonah, if only online.
I told him about one time back when I was 17 or 18 and came over to hang out with Jake. Jonah was lying out in the backyard, wearing a tiny pair of shorts. I could see the outline of his cock when he stood up to change sides. Since then, I’d always wanted to see more. So, he showed me his, and then I showed him mine. We’ve decided to get reconnect the next time we’re in the same city.
I first met Tim when I was maybe three. He was in his early 20s, one of my dad’s community college students, and he became a close friend of the family. I don’t remember too much from that time, other than us fostering his Pomeranian, whom he gave some kind of stripper name.
But one memory that does stand out was when my dad was driving us around. He had a single-cab truck, which meant I sat in between them. We drove past a magnolia tree, which I phonetically confused for mistletoe. So, I pointed out the window and yelled, “Look, magnolia!” And I planted a kiss on Tim’s lips. He pulled away and laughed out of shock.
I hadn’t seen him in years by the time I came out of the closet at 17. My dad put us in touch because he thought I could use a gay role model in my life. I didn’t even remember that Tim was gay or meeting his partner Jonah when I was a child.
When we reconnected, it was like no time had passed. And it was the first time I had a gay man I could turn to in my life. He had this comforting sense of self-confidence that made him feel like this wise all-knowing supportive rock. I even began referring to him and Jonah as Uncle Tim and Uncle Jonah.
Tim also had a son named Jake who was a few months older than me. I’d never met him until then, because he’d lived with his mom since he was born, and he only met Tim shortly before we reunited. Even though he was straight, Jake and I quickly become close friends, almost like cousins.
It came to a point when I was spending every other day at their house, joining them for movies and dinners. I even introduced them to one of my first boyfriends (even though that ended quickly).
Things changed when I went to college. Jake met a girl, and they quickly got married. And with that, he just kind of ghosted me and our friendship.
By the time I came home from my Freshmen year of college for Christmas, Jake’s bedroom had been converted to a man cave of sorts. He stayed upstate to spend the holidays with his new wife, and Jonah was visiting his own family overseas. So, it was just me and Tim.
He showed off the renovated man cave, which included some workout equipment, complete with a demonstration. Tim told me about some medication he’d been on that gave him all this energy that he’d been taking out on his home gym. It also made him extra horny, as he went into detail over his and Jonah’s active sex life, something I was used to discussing with him when it was just us.
We decided to have a lowkey night, watching a movie in the living room. I’d always been comfortable in his company, as he gave me a sense of security. And on this particular night, I ended up lying my head in his lap with only a pillow and the denim of his jeans separating us.
I don’t remember exactly what brought it on, but he suggested we watch some porn in the mancave. It felt innocent enough at first, just showing each other what we were into. But it didn’t take long for both of our cocks to be out, growing harder in our palms.
My heart was racing as we stroked ourselves next to each other. It was the kind of situation I’d fantasized about for years, but only in a general sense. I never quite expected to share the experience with Tim, but it just somehow made sense.
After several minutes of jerking off, I worked up the courage to reach over for his thick mature cock. But he slapped my hand away, I move I honestly didn’t expect. I was overwhelmed with a sense of rejection from the one person who’d always been there. It resulted in the most uncomfortable ejaculation I’ve experienced, and we just kind of pretended it never happened for some time after.
It wasn’t until I returned home at the beginning of the summer before starting my first internship in New York City that we saw each other again. He invited me out to have sushi for lunch at some place close to his house.
Inevitably, the topic of our erotic viewing party came up. He revealed that he regretted not going down on me, and that he wished I had persisted.
I had a different takeaway. The moment had only left me with confusion and shame, and I told him I regretted crossing that line. But he told me in that wise all-knowing way, something along the lines of: “You don’t want to close yourself off to intimacy. It will only cause issues for you in the future.”
I sat on that for a few days before I met up with him one more time before departing for my internship. He invited me over to see his new law office, located in a suite he shared with three other lawyers, one of which happened to be a teacher from my high school.
He closed the office door is proudly showed off his possessions. One thing led to another, and he started showing me guys online that he’d hooked up with.
I knew where things were heading, and I decided to make a move yet again. I walked up behind him as he sat at his desk, clicking through the profiles. Without him noticing, I’d pulled out my cock and started stroking. It took him a few seconds to turn around, when he saw me erection staring in his face, before looking up at my nervous face and back down at it.
He wrapped his firm daddy hands around my shaft, placing his warm mouth on the tip before quickly taking it all the way to the back of his throat. After getting it fully hard, he cleared off his desk as I took off my clothes. Tim then motioned for me to come over and lie on my back as he remained in his leather swiveling chair, servicing my young dick with his skilled jaw.
Before I exploded, I got down on my knees, placing my tight naked ass under his desk and my head between his warm denim-clad thighs. I took his manhood in my eager mouth, nodding my head up and down, faster and faster. By the end, we were both splattered in each other’s loads, gasping for breath on his cold wooden desk.
It was another couple of years before I saw Tim again. He invited me over to his and Jonah’s new house, an entirely glass structure that looked out of place in his suburban backwoods neighborhood. But it was certainly a place one could get used to with an infinity pool in the backyard, situated just steps away from a beautiful flowing stream.
In addition to the tour, he also gave me some off-brand Viagra, as I’d recently grown curious about using some recreationally. After giving me the pseudo-responsible adult speech about how to use them and what to be cautious of, he started telling me about some of his recent hookups.
He and Jonah had recently opened their marriage, inviting some younger men over for threesomes. As he went into vivid detail about their recent fuck fests, I couldn’t help but imagine being in a Tim and Jonah sandwich as they filled my holes with their hard daddy cocks.
I had an idea for where the evening was going when Tim asked if I wanted to go for a dip. I told him I didn’t have a suit, and he said I could just go naked. Meanwhile, he slipped into a tiny Speedo, which outlined his thick member.
Only this time, the moment never happened. Every time I considered making a move, he made me doubt myself. Eventually, we got out of the pool, and I felt cold and exposed.
It wasn’t until later that he told me since he and Jonah now had an arrangement, he didn’t want to compromise that by hooking up with someone they both knew. He was rejecting me again, and this time it felt even more personal.
Not long after, we had a falling out. I tried to reach out once, but he reacted all cold and cruel. I never quite understood what caused him to turn on me like I was just a random encounter. All I knew was the sudden void I felt, having lost one of the most important people in my life, someone who once made me feel safe.
Years later, he and Jonah moved some place up north. It wasn’t only me he lost touch with, as my dad once revealed that they don’t take anymore either.
I recently reconnected online with Jonah. He revealed that he and Tim were no longer married. Tim apparently cheated with the boyfriend of the prosecutor on a case he was working, which ultimately ended both his job and his marriage. It appeared that I was the first stop on a downward spiral, in which he isolated himself from everyone who cared about him.
During one casual online chat, Jonah asked if I’d ever had hooked up with Tim. When I admitted it, he wasn’t surprised or even upset. I told him that things between me and Tim turned toxic after that, and he seemed familiar with that kind of behavior.
Perhaps it was out of some need for revenge on Tim or just my need tendency to behave self-destructively for immediate gratification, but I suddenly decided to go there with Jonah, if only online.
I told him about one time back when I was 17 or 18 and came over to hang out with Jake. Jonah was lying out in the backyard, wearing a tiny pair of shorts. I could see the outline of his cock when he stood up to change sides. Since then, I’d always wanted to see more. So, he showed me his, and then I showed him mine. We’ve decided to get reconnect the next time we’re in the same city.
