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“Age is not a barrier…Many a good tune is played on old fiddles”

I can still remember the first time I found out what it was to be a man. I guess I was about eighteen at the time and living in a rented room somewhere in the city. My landlady, whom I had always referred to as Mrs. McLaren, had been kind enough to take me in at a reasonable rent when she found out that I was struggling through university. That was eighteen months ago.

My studies had kept me from pursuing the pleasures of female flesh so I was still a virgin even though I had reached my majority. The only ‘loving’ I had known since I was old enough to get an erection was by wanking and that
seemed pleasurable enough to get me by up until now.

It was a Saturday and the big exams had come and gone leaving me with nothing to do except wait for the Monday morning plane to take me home for the end of semester break. I had bought myself the latest copy of a popular ‘girly’ magazine and was now settled on my bed, dressed only in my jocks, with the magazine open to the centerfold. The girl was posed presenting her buttocks at the camera, her legs spread and her face turned to pout from the page. Two huge tits were pointed down at the bed and her cunt gaped out at me inviting me in. In my imagination I joined her on the rumpled bed, dreaming of how that sweet, wet cunt would taste if I could only get my mouth onto it. It didn’t take long for my right hand to find the huge erection that burst from my jocks and I began slowly wanking as I
dreamed of wild sex with the Goddess in that picture.

I don’t know why Mrs McLaren came into my room…..