My Older Naked Entertainment

A gay sex story: My Older Naked Entertainment

I’m a 19-year-old guy, just finished my first year in college, and on summer vacation. I like girls and guys, and they like me. But I have a thing for somewhat older guys, too. I think it has to do with some teachers I had in 9th and 10th grade. They were tough men, pretty good-looking, but exercised a lot of control over the class.

To be honest, I both liked and resented that. I like a dominant man, but when I got yelled at, I felt the need to humiliate him right back. A couple of times I opened my mouth and got into trouble with the principal. Sometimes I think I reacted that way because I was secretly attracted to those teachers. The few times I told them off, it felt really good.

So I carry this love-hate relationship with me forward. And now that I am in my more sexual years, it has been transferred to sexual activities. I secretly desire to dominate and humiliate an older man, someone just like those teachers. Taking someone who society respects, and turning them into a humiliated servant of a horny teenager makes me feel amazingly powerful. And I love that power.

So one day I was in the bowling alley with a couple of friends, and there was this guy bowling by himself on the next lane. He looked around 45, was in decent shape, and was an amazing bowler. I kept seeing his scores go up past 150! This was a respectable guy, someone who I would really love to get to know better. And, as it would turn out, I would.

The two guys I was with were also around my age, and were also the type that enjoyed being horny. We weren’t gay, we weren’t bi, we were just sexual. We like hot people, watching hot porn, and sometimes even watching each other. It was all fun and relaxed, and we were having a great summer. What made it easier, was the fact that my parents were away and the three of us were staying in their house for the weekend. A great set up for some fun. Maybe even fun with the guy on the next lane.

Now I don’t usually assume that every man above a certain age wants to play sex games with someone half their age. I usually keep it to myself, maybe watch the occasional video, maybe read the occasional story. It hasn’t really happened, since that sort of a guy is pretty rare. The ones that are into it tend to be a little more creepy looking. This man, though, does seem to have it together: a nice face, not fat, generally handsome. And, by his bowling, I could see that he did sports.

So what made me break the ice? The fact that I saw him, more than once, glancing in our direction. After a few minutes, when it was my turn to bowl, he arrived at his lane at the same moment. He smiled at me, and my first instinct was to respond, “Hey, you’re a great bowler!”

“Thanks,” he answered. It seemed he was a little embarrassed. “You and your friends aren’t too bad either.”

“It’s fun,” I answered.

“I can see that.”

And then there was an uncomfortable silence. “Go ahead and bowl,” he said to me. I smiled and rolled a strike. Then it was his turn, and he bowled a strike as well.

“We’re even,” I said as I went to sit back down. He smiled. And we bowled for a few more minutes, each on our lanes. A few frames later, we found ourselves on the lane at the same time again. He nodded to me to bowl first, and I rolled nine pins. He rolled eight. My next shot was a spare, and so was his. “Hey, we seem to be good competition here,” he said.

“Hey,” I said, “why don’t we keep track of our scores and see who wins?” Sure,” he replied, “I love a little challenge.”

Every time he looked at me, I got a vibe that he was really attracted. I don’t think I’m gorgeous, but people do complement me. I have light skin, but very dark narrow eyes and dark hair. I know that look is attractive to some people. I was guessing that this guy was one of them, and so I decided not to let this chance to get away. The worst that could happen would be that I’d be embarrassed, but the best that could happen would be a lot of hot fun.

“What should we compete for?” I said to him. “Hey, what’s going on,” said one of my friends. “This guy, on the next lane, wants to compete in bowling with me.” “Nice,” came the reply. “How about we all get in on it.”

“My friends want to compete too, okay?”

“Sure,” he said with a little tremble. “I guess we could play for money. I don’t usually have bowling matches with kids half my age, to be honest, but I’m down for it. What you think we should play for?”

I went a little closer to him so I could say what I was thinking quietly. “Well, we could play for money, or lunch or food. But maybe something a little more interesting?” I made sure to say it in a slightly suggestive way, just to test if I was on the right track with this guy.

He took a deep breath and looked at me again. After a moment, he said quietly, “What did you have in mind?” The way he said it was a bit suggestive. I think he embarrassed himself a little bit by betraying his interest. But it was enough for me.

“We are staying alone at my parents house a few miles from here. How about something.. hotter than money.”

“I guess I gave on too much,” he quietly laughed. “Really, what did you have in mind?”

I think I smirked, but inside I was kind of trembling. This was getting exciting. “Well we are college kids, and we’re big on strip games. You are probably too mature for that.”

He was turning a little red, but he answered directly. “Not necessarily, what would be the rules?”

“We can keep it simple. The winner gets to own the loser. The loser has to strip, has to give a lap dance to the winner, or winners, and then has to do whatever the winner wants. This includes spanking and humiliation, and giving oral pleasure. I have a feeling you want to do this,” I continued with quiet power, “and that you want to lose.”

He turned a little aside, clearly enjoying what I had said. I think there was a slight bulge in his pants. Then he turned back to me, and said, “Game on.”

I will spare you the play-by-play, but it was clear to me that he was not trying to roll over and play dead. We decided that we would put our highest score against him. And while I’m not the best bowler, one of my friends is, and beat him 177 to 163. We all looked at him with a superior smile, knowing that this man was about to become our nude slave. He also adjusted his pants, as it turned him on a lot.

The drive to my house took five minutes, my friends and I got there first. He took a minute to go to the bathroom before he left. He arrived a minute behind us, knocked on the door, and I let him in. He came in tentatively, and we were all very nice in welcoming him. “That was a nice bowling match, you’re really good!”

“Thanks, guys, but I know I lost. So here I am. What would you like me to do?”

“Come into the living room, the light is better there.” We all went into the living room, the three of us sat down on the couch. He stood in front of us. It was my turn to take charge.

“So here we are, three hot college guys, who clearly turn on an old fag like you. Let’s get something straight. You may be older and dignified, but you are going to do whatever the fuck we want. Understand?”

“Yes, yes my young master.” The bulge in his pants was obvious. I was his master, and my friends were going to enjoy the show. I told you how I liked to take my revenge on those teachers, and so I decided to be as totally domineering with my youthful arrogance as I could. And, yes, I had a hard on too.

“Take off your shoes and socks.” This was the first test of his obedience. Would he? If so, it meant he was going to go all the way. He kicked off his shoes, bent down and pulled of his socks. It was a hot start.

“Dance,” I gave the order. I turned on some music with the remote, and he started to move. “Respectable daddy is going to take off every fucking piece of clothing and be the nude toy of the hottest college guys he’s ever seen. Keep moving it.” He danced, pretty badly actually, but it was hot. He was clearly showing us every part of his body through his clothes, and was very turned on.

I was getting a rush from my superiority over this man. I knew I could say anything I wanted, and make him do anything I wanted, without me having to worry about offending him. The opposite! I was all in. “Get down on all fours and crawl around like a fucking dog. And, while you’re at it, bark a little.”

The other guys snickered as I gave this order. And, making me even hornier, he did it. He was on all fours, crawling in circles, making pathetic barking sounds. We all were laughing at him.

“Enough of that, asshole, get up and keep dancing. And now take your shirt off.” As he started, the guys got into it. “Take it off, take it off,” they started chanting. He slowly lifted his shirt off, all the while moving, revealing his torso. To be honest, he had a small belly, but his pecs, shoulders, and upper torso were amazing. “Nice daddy nipples, shit face.” I loved insulting and humiliating him, this total power was turning me on. I had to be careful not to make myself come just by talking!

But I wanted to feel him now. I got up and walked over to him, and squeezed his nipples. “You like your young master feeling you, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master, I do.” He winced a little as I pinched, but then I wanted to experience him more. I took off my shirt, which caused him to gasp a little. “You are such a fucking horny bitch, so obviously turned on by your gorgeous young masters.”

I pressed my body up against him, and felt his arms, and his back. He was powerful, I loved the sensation. And this man was my toy to do with as I pleased. I did this for a few minutes, enjoying every moment. But now it was time to get hotter.

But first, a little test. I put my hand on his chin, and my finger on his lips. I pushed a little in, and he opened his mouth. I inserted my finger, and he massaged it with his tongue and lips. The other guys let out an excited “Ooh!” I looked him right in the face and said, “You horny slave.” “Yes, Master,” came the reply.

“Take off your pants.” Just saying that turned me on. Ordering someone to pull down their pants is an amazing demonstration of superiority. And knowing that he was going to go all the way, at my order, made me feel very powerful.