I was living one of my many gay fantasies. Here I was, 22 years old, living in Northern California. Single, good job and not any major worries. And at this moment, in the mountains on this nice sunny April morning. Completely naked and riding this old guy's fat cock like I was some teenage girl nympho slut. I switched from bouncing my tight hole up and down his juicy 8 inches to sitting down on it and grinding my hips back and forth, feeling his hot meat shaft fill me up.
This guy, around 50, approached me at the mall. He said he would make it worth my time if I heard him out. He said I could make a lot of cash on the side by doing gay videos with him. That they could just be videos of me jerking off by myself.
Of course, before we agreed on details and payment amounts, he would have to see the product. You know, me naked. When we got up in this remote area in the Hills west of town, it started off as me stripping naked. Then playing with myself to me sucking his dick a little. It honestly didn't take much for him to get me that far. And it didn't take much more before I complied to straddling him and riding his hard cock.
Little did I know or even consider at the time that this had set into motion a chain of events that would lead me down a very tiring and depraved path. A path I didn't so much as walk down as I took while on my back, my knees, or in a very similar sitting type of position as I was using on this guy in the Sunny California hills.
As I bounced and grinded away on his cock and feeling my own dick leak from pleasure, I allowed all thoughts to wash away. I worked my tight ass properly on that stiff rod. Making sure to clench my hole as much as I could to increase his pleasure. After quite awhile of my hole being stretched more and more his muscles throughout his body began to spasm and flex.
