His name was John, and he was 40 and married. He asked if he could chat with me directly. He told me what it felt like to get a blowjob, something he said his wife didn’t do. I read his messages with great excitement having found someone I could talk to about all my horny thoughts.
That winter was intense and on Friday we got several feet of snow. Everything was canceled. That night I got a text from him: "Hey, what are you doing? Want to come over?"
“Did you miss me?” He finally said softly. Instinctively, I said “Yes.” “I’ve missed you too. I need to see you again.” There was a hunger in his voice that I was getting used to. It fueled me, caused all the blood to seep down my body into my dick and I forgot all reasoning. I pictured Bill’s hot face, his shiny bald head, his big muscled body...the need had finally taken over.
He had lived across from us the entire time, casually waving at us, and striking up conversations all the time over the last few years. He was tall, had to be about 6’4 with dark thick hair that looked so good on him, greying at the temples in spots. He kept himself in great shape, and had that lean, runner’s build with a big chest and nice arms. And an ass to drool over.
I’ve written about this friend before; straight, married with a young kid, not enjoying marital blue balls and during our frequent dog walks he enjoys feeding me his cum. He was home alone one weekend so we went to dinner and ended up fucking in a bed for the first time.
The next time came just a few days later. Same park but different ending. He was already there and had told me to walk along the water until I came to some picnic tables. He was sitting there with his dick already in hand, stroking it hard as a rock. I bent down to suck it, but he just sat me on the bench.
This is a fictional story that actually recently happened to me. Me and the beefy guy that comes to the office to get the shredder paper. The blow job is true. The rest is fun add on.
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“Hey, want to take a break?” “Um, sure.” I reached my arm up, undid the rope and the curtain of the outdoor holiday market jewelry booth hit the ground. I learned from Frank to seize opportunities. This skinny cool looking 24-year-old had been checking me out. He had a wife, so he must be Bi.
"Well the guy, the guy with the big bulge and apparently straight trade, thought I was apartment 213 and I was 113! I asked him in knowing I saw young, gay men going to the apartment above me. I told him the guy upstairs was out and would return soon and he could wait for him here! He accepted! Big bulge and all!"
This is a fictional story about a straight internet stud from an M.I.L.F. HUNTER site. I have always found him really hot and have had fantasies of him fuckin gay men. (Me in particular).My story itself does not by any means reflect the sexual preference of the guy. YET if he would let me
My Landlord chased me up the stairs to my apartment ripping my towel off. When we got in to the shower he told me he had fucked his wife this morning and he was now going to fuck my brains out. He was so horny and slammed me against the shower wall before I could get a condom. That was the first time I felt cum ooze out of my well fucked arsehole.
Harry and I also discovered that a few of the booths had glory holes that you could use to get or give a blowjob to the guy next to you. Harry and I always made sure we weren’t in adjoining booths.