Lonely Slut in Ft. Lauderdale

My name is Bill. I am 69. I moved to Ft. Lauderdale one year ago. I thought I would find a lover. I didn’t want to just have sex. I was one of those people that have to be in love with someone to have sex with them. I know it sounds stupid. But that’s me. Well at least I thought that was me.

The sex scene in Ft. Lauderdale corrupts you. First you start going to Chardee’s just to have drinks and try to meet someone. Well there are a lot of someones at Chardee’s. And if you like men your own age like I do you see a lot of nice older men. It always starts off innocents enough.

You meet someone really nice, you know, the very type you are looking for. He tells you that he has a lover but they are breaking up. He’s so good looking and straight forward that you believe him, but still you tell him that you don’t go with partnered men.

And almost every time you go in the bar he’s there and alone. You chat with him and get to know him a little better each time. Then you go home and jack off thinking about him and wishing that he was with you until once time he ask you if you want to come over to his place and in a weak moment you say yes.

This particular someone I met had a name. Matt! Maybe in your eyes he wouldn’t be good looking, but to my old eyes he was a walking dream. I’m tall and skinny and I like old men that are a little on the heavy side, not fat just stout. Well he was big boned and a more than a little overweight. He didn’t have any hair on his head. It was as bald as an onion, but unlike me (I am almost completely hairless on my body), the old man was as hairy as a gorilla. I can rightfully call him an old man cause he’s two years older than me.

Even when I agree to go home with him, it was only to look at his collection of oriental rugs, as I have been to Turkey several times and have a collection myself and love them to the extreme. Well his rugs put mine to shame, but then I live in a working class neighbor of Oakland Park and he lives on the beach in a luxury condo and can afford the very best.

He served me a one malt scotch and we talked about rugs and traveling. I was having such a wonderful time. Then he got up from his seat and suddenly knelt down in front of me and leaned his head into my lap as he hugged me. He started telling me how much he admired me and I found myself stroking his broad back. Then before I knew it he was unzipping my pants. I told him it wasn’t a good idea, but he didn’t stop and honestly at that point in time I wanted it too.

I’ve got a big cock. It’s not so thick but it’s long, at least that’s what people tell me. The old man looked up from between my legs and told me the same thing. Then he started sucking it. I weakly protested a couple more times but finally just laid back and let me suck me.

I hadn’t jacked of in about a week so I was extremely horny and my old pecker blew up like a balloon. And the old man between my legs just sucked it all down his throat. It felt wonderful, as I hadn’t had my old pecker sucked in more than a year.

Finally I could feel myself getting ready to cum and I told Matt to stop if he didn’t want his mouth full of my juice. He just grunted something and started sucking me harder and harder. Well, I didn’t want to cum in his mouth but I couldn’t stop my self. I shot off. It felt tremendous! He swallowed my cum and keep sucking on my old pecker until I finally had to push him away because it was too sensitive.

Then he changed. I can’t say exactly how except to say he wasn’t somehow as friendly. And then he started looking at his watch. I asked him if he was expecting someone and he said yes, his lover was due any minute.

Well, I hurriedly got my old ass out of his condo. And I felt like a piece of shit for having had sex with him and him having a lover. I felt so bad that I didn’t go out to the bars for two weeks. And when I did go back to Chardee’s Matt was there but he didn’t even look my way, as he was busy working on another old man.

The same thing happen two more times with guys, neither of which had lovers. They came on to me day after day until I finally went to bed with them and then nothing! They didn’t know me any more.

So, I changed. I started going to the PussyCat down in Hollywood. At first I wouldn’t let any of the old men that approach me do anything to me. But after a couple of times going there and watching old men going round sucking off any one that would let them, I finally gave in. I started letting them suck me off. All I had to do to get a blow job was just go inside and sit down and pull my pecker out and some old man would sit beside me and give me a blow job. Then I started sitting beside other old men and giving them blowjobs. Soon I was walking around with my cock hanging out in the theater sucking anyone that would let me and sucking as many old men as I could. I sucked of twelve one Saturday afternoon. I have never swallowed so much cum in my life.

I became hook on sucking guys off. I got where I didn’t care if I got suck off or not. I just wanted cock. And when I new guy came into the darken theater I would race other to be the first one to suck him off.

Then one day I was sucking a guy off and looked up and it was Matt. You know it really dark in the PussyCat and it is often hard to see the guy’s face your are sucking off. Well he let me suck him off. He came in my mouth. Then even followed me around the theater watching me suck three other old men off before he asked me to give him another blow job. I did it and damn if he didn’t kiss me afterward and then suck me off.

He gave me his card and told me to call him. I waited a week. I was ashamed at what I had become and what he had seen me do. But I got so lonely that I finally called him and he told me to come over for drinks the next night.

He didn’t tell me his lover would be there. Well he turned out to be a lovely man. His name was Jack and he was 73 and tall like me but better looking. And he and I hit it off immediately. Then about an hour after I was there, Matt walked over to Jack and unzipped his pants and pulled Jack’s big cock out and told me to suck him off.

I did as he wanted. Jack’s cock wasn’t as long as mine but it was thicker, but I had become a master cock sucker in the Pussycat and didn’t have any trouble taking all of Jack’s old cock and I had me squirting in minutes.

Matt then made me kiss him with Jack’s cum still in my mouth and then I sucked him off while Jack sucked me. It was great. I came three times that night as Matt and Jack and I took turns sucking each other off.

Now the three of us are always together. Matt loves to watch me suck old men off and so does Jack. One night they invited ten old men from Chardee’s to come over to their place after the bar closed and had me suck them all off while they watched.

Guess this might sound a little sick to some of you guys that’s never been in Fort Lauderdale and experience the sex scene, but I don’t think it’s that unusual. There are always sex parties going on in town. Matt, Jack and I just have a different relationship. Not one I started out looking for but one I am content with it.