As a 40-something bi guy, married with a young family, I find it harder than I used to to fulfil my naughty secret fantasies. Not like when I was in my 20s and 30s. Back then, whilst living in London and dating a succession of really rather fit girlfriends, I used to love indulging my secret kink for sucking off older men. 

I first experienced it as 100% straight, horny guy in my late teens, on holiday in London from Ireland. I was exploring Soho for the first time, enjoying the thrill of visiting my first ever sex shops, when I saw a sign above a door saying 'Adult Cinema'. Naturally curiosity and horniness got the better of me, and the guy barely glanced at me when he sold me a ticket. He certainly didn’t care to check if I was old enough...

I made my way pretty nervously down the stairs to the basement, half convinced it was all a trap and I might be mugged at any moment. Making it to the door of the cinema room, I could hardly make anything out when I opened it. It been sunny outside so the room was utterly pitch dark to me, apart from the glow of the screen. It was all I could do to fumble for the first seat closest to the door and sit down.

I realised I'd sat next to a guy in his 50s, and being so close to him, elbow to elbow really, it felt weirdly like we were mates watching a porn film together. When I'd entered the room it was playing a pretty boring man / woman fucking scene, but a few minutes later a lesbian group scene came one which I found very horny. I realised I had quite a hard on, but wasn’t sure what the rules were for dealing with it! Accustomed to the darkness now I glanced at the guy next to me and realised he'd been gently wanking a rather sizeable cock. Looking round I also realised there were maybe half a dozen other older men dotted around, and it was pretty obvious they were all wanking too...

Fuck it, I thought, I may as well join in too then. I released my throbbing young dick from my jeans and started to stroke it, forgetting that I was still the nearest bloke to the door. The guy next to me nudged me, nodded at my cock and whispered that if I was going to wank I should probably go down there... 'There' meant the end of our row, far from the door, still both empty and shadowy. I figured that it was probably safer, though I wasn't sure what risk there might be, so I stood up, stuffed my cock back in and squeezed past him to make my way down to the end of the row. Once I sat down and my cock was freed again, I realised to my surprise that he'd followed me and was once again sat next to me, but I didn’t pay much attention... I was now eagerly wanking, enjoying the seediness of it all, salivating at the pretty amazing girls licking each other on screen. 

We were now wanking almost in time with each other when to my genuine shock (yes I know, I was very naive!) he stopped, and I felt his hand suddenly grip my cock and start squeezing and playing with it. This was genuinely the first male / male interaction I’ve ever had, or even contemplated... My sex life up to this point had consisted exclusively of endless wanking to top shelf magazines and fingering two ex-gfs. But the whole naughtiness of it, along with the fact that he obviously knew he was doing with his hand, did feel really fucking good. So good that after my heartrate settled down a bit I relaxed in my seat, and let him pleasure me in between pulling my clothes down to my ankles and lifting my shirt. Glancing round again, I realised that all of the other guys - all 5 of them easily old enough to be my father - had drifted closer to the action, taking seats in front and behind us, clearly paying more attention to me than what was happening on the screen.

Their presence in such an intimate moment should probably have felt intrusive and annoying, but I realised - again for the first time - that being watched by so many old men was definitely contributing to my horniness. I remember feeling glad that they weren’t my age or just a bit older; in some bizarre way the fact they all ranged from forties to sixties made the whole scenario feel 'not gay'. It made it seem to my straight young mind like this was all some kinky experiment, rather than if I’d been getting off with a guy my own age, which would’ve felt a lot more 'gay'. Funny how we think in the heat of the moment... I remember smirking at the thought that my mates back home weren't experiencing anything like this at that moment. It made me feel like I was some kind of sexual adventurer, out in the big city taking risks and exploring new pleasures. 

I also felt almost feminine - yet another first - in the fact that by now various old man’s hands had reached over and around and begun caressing me the way I'd seen women being caressed by multiple men in porn films. One was leaning over the seat from behind, teasing my nipples and throat (which began a lifelong fetish for having my nipples caressed by men and women.) By now my new friend next to me had given up wanking me and instead bent over to wrap his lips around my cock, his head bobbing up and down. It was exquisite, my first ever blowjob, and clearly by an expert. One of the two guys in front - the oldest, easily late-60s, which I found bizarrely horny as fuck - was stroking my thighs and balls and occasionally gripping the base of my cock while it was being sucked. The guy next to him in front had his hand on the back of the guy's head sucking me, gently pushing him up and down on my cock...

As a virgin, it was all I could do not to shoot my load in the first couple of minutes, but I fought it, enjoying it, loving it, wanting it to last all afternoon, yet knowing it wouldn't be long... The only thing I drew the line at, even in my ecstasy, was when one of the older guys leaned over behind me and try to kiss me. Somehow I had no problem being the plaything of these older perverts - quite the opposite - but feeling his lips and tongue try and meet mine felt a little too real for me, so I gently pulled my head away. He understood and stood up. Bizarrely - and I still have no explanation for why kissing bothered me yet being faced with a hard cock didn't - when he unzipped and offered me a decent size hard on instead of his tongue that didn’t repulse me anywhere near as much. Who can explain why perhaps kissing (which, in later years became much less of a turn off in the right circumstances) bothered me that day, yet getting close and personal for the first time ever with a strangers cock seemed sexy and arousing... I couldn't believe that I actually wanted it. Who was this guy who just minutes earlier, in the cold light of day, would have run a mile from a cock if a guy had stopped me in the street to chat me up?!

The guy behind me didn’t attempt to push it into my mouth, but instead - and I found this intensely exciting - started slowly rubbing the head of his cock on my cheek and chin, inching ever closer to my mouth. I found myself leaning back towards him, willing him to go further, wanting that cock to touch my lips... As the guy sucking me sped up I glanced every now and again towards the screen to 'balance things up'! Seeing a group of hot naked females cavorting on the screen was like a counterbalance to all the cock action happening around me, if that makes sense. Without warning the guy caressing my thighs, who'd been wanking with his other hand - all six of them were wanking - stood up abruptly, indicating he was about to spunk. The guy next to him leaned forward and quickly caught it in his mouth. 

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. So filthy yet so suddenly normal and acceptable, when 20 minutes I'd never even contemplated such things. They both went back to caressing me again, which I welcomed - I had a mouth and maybe 6 or 7 hands and fingers stroking me tenderly and intimately. When just any one of those hands would have been lovely, all of them together, plus the mouth on my cock and the cock by now gently resting in my mouth, meant I was losing my mind. I think someone could have called out 'fire!' and I wouldn't have budged til either the flames were next to me or I'd found my relief. 

I was losing it now, and I knew I had seconds at most before what I knew would be the most mindblowingly intense orgasm of my young life. I started to moan and gripped the guys head. I wanted them all to know I was about to come. I wanted them to see me, to enjoy the sight of it, and to somehow reward them for their keen efforts to pleasure me. I felt so grateful in a way - I knew that if just one of them had been too pushy, or unhygienic, or if they'd left after cumming, it would have spoiled the whole experience, and as I was about to cum I felt almost a kind of love for these anonymous old perverts working double time to drown my brain in pleasure. Sure enough, I thrust upwards into the guy's mouth, fucking it mindlessly, knowing he loved it but not caring any more whether he did, and shot and shot... I'd secretly wished he'd pull back after the first spurt - I wanted my little group to see me cum, and I knew most of them wanted it, but my guy swallowed it all eagerly, and pulled away... 

I lay there, utterly mindfucked, jeans round my ankles, soft, sticky cock out, t-shirt up over my head, as they smiled, patted me gratefully and drifted back to their seats. My guy squeezed my thigh and left for the door marked toilet. The cock in my mouth had been withdrawn midway through my orgasm and I think through the bliss I'd heard him cumming hard himself. In no time I suddenly felt very exposed and more than a little weirded out, so it was a relief to be back on street level within about 60 seconds, walking innocently down Brewer St like I hadn't a care in the world...

I met up with my parents a few hours later and told them all about it. Ha, did I fuck. I told them I'd been shopping for CDs and sightseeing, and vowed to myself that it had been a wonderful, surreal one-off, never to be repeated. That night in my hotel bed I wanked twice thinking about it, the first time moaning 'yes, yes, suck it...' as I came, then an hour later wanking again, this time on my knees next to the bedside unit, a banana jutting out that I'd weighed down with a heavy book, so I could suck it while stroking myself and imagining I was back there, in the dark, with a queue of old men offering me their cocks to suck. I say a banana, but as my imagination raced I stood up, got the entire bunch from the bowl, arranged them all on the unit and resumed wanking, alternating my eager month between them all I was came again on the hotel carpet, wishing deeply that I'd held off cumming until I'd been able to suck off every cock in the cinema.

I went straight back there the next day...

I've sucked so many older cocks since that day, many of them in seedy porn cinemas (occasionally with ex-gfs watching and joining in) until some twat London councillor got them all shut down a few years ago. Now I live in rural splendour in Lincs with a wife who knows about and has enjoyed sharing my fetish at times, and it's been too long since I had an older guy's hard cock in my mouth...