Colin
My stories are based on my real life experiences as now and again I look to fuck or get blown by married guys. I live in Edinburgh, Scotland.
In August 2012 I made contact with a married guy called Colin who posted an ad saying he was a Jambo cock sucker. A Jambo is a Hearts fan, so I figured if he was into football (soccer) he'd likely be quite masculine, which is what turns me on. I sent him a picture of my hard 7" cock and the words "You interested in sucking this?"
He got back almost immediately and said he was interested, but there were so many emails back and forth I started to think it was never going to happen. But lo and behold, one Saturday afternoon he turned up wearing his work clothes (he worked for a company that put up blinds at that time). He was mid 40s, medium build, 5'10", short auburn hair, reasonably good looking. He had quite a reserved and unassuming manner about him, but possessed a quiet confidence.
We chatted a bit about our various experiences (I intend writing more of mine some time, so I won't dwell on that) and he told me how his boss would fuck him over his desk, or how Colin would suck him off from under the desk while his boss was on the phone to a client. He also said he had been caught by a truck driver one time as he wanked off to gay porn and from then on this guy "made him" suck him off on a regular basis.
I asked Colin if his wife knew about me. "No", he said, "but I don't think she'd mind".
"Why not?" I asked.
"This sounds bad", he said, "but it's because my friend fucks her. Cuckold, I think you call it".
"Do you watch?"
"Yeah, sometimes".
I had once had a threesome and was thinking I'd really like to fuck you in front of your wife, but as it was our first time I decided to keep that to myself. But there is something about Colin's manner that makes you want to dominate him, maybe even humiliate him? I suspected that is how he got his kicks.
He wanted to stay completely dressed as he started sucking my cock but I told him to take his clothes off. He did so, but asked to keep his vest on. "It's a kind of security blanket", he said, so I let him keep it on, although I prefer lots of body contact and flesh on flesh.
I took my own clothes off and then pressed his head so he would go down on his knees and I ordered him to suck my cock. It was easy to tell that he had some experience, he was pretty good at it. After a while I told him to lie on the bed. I propped his head up on a pillow and then started fucking his mouth. Occasionally he'd wretch or gag but over all he did a pretty good job of taking it down his throat. "I can see you like taking that big cock, don't you", I said and he mumbled in agreement but with a mouth full of cock it was hard to make out what he was saying. As I didn't want to cum too soon, I'd pause for breath every now and again, I removed my cock from his mouth and kissed him instead, while I wanked his cock, which was nice enough if a little smaller and thinner than mine. Some married guys aren't into kissing but he seemed fine with it. Then I put my cock back in his mouth and started fucking again. After a while I could feel the cum building up and I knew I was ready to let fly. Colin asked me to cum over his face; I pulled out just in time as a huge amount of creamy spunk exploded from my cock and landed mostly on his chin, which made it look like he has a beard. After laughing at him for a bit, I wiped it off his face.
He tried wanking, and he showed off his "girly bum", of which he seemed immensely proud and which I knew I would fuck next time he came round. But on this first occasion he didn't cum. "I need to get back to work", he said, "is that okay?"
Having cum, I didn't really mind if he left. What a pig, eh?! I did text him later on and I thanked him for being such a good cocksucker. He said he'd just fished out a pube from the back of his throat.
"The first of many, I hope", I replied.
"I'd like that".
Our second time was arranged for less than a week later. I sent him a text warning him that I intended fucking his girly arse. His answer was "Maybe. Need to be really careful with your thick cock please :-)"
I told him that I'd be gentle. When he arrived we went straight through to the bedroom and I took his clothes off for him, though again he wanted to keep his vest on. He lay on the bed face downwards, and presented his peachy arse to me. It was quite smooth and remarkably girly for a guy in his mid 40s. My cock really could not have got any harder, and with a little resistance all seven inches of my dick had soon worked their way right up his lubed fundament. I started gentle rhymthic motions and he groaned each time my full length reached maximum occupancy. That groan started signalling that he felt more pleasure than pain and soon he was asking me to fuck him harder. So much for needing to be gentle, I thought, as I picked up the pace and gave him what he was looking for. I didn't want my neighbours to hear what was going on (I'm not out as bi to anyone) and I had to put my hand over his mouth as his groaning was getting too loud, but I didn't slow down my rhythm. He fucking loved it. A few more minutes and I filled the condom with a torrent of spunk.
We rested for a bit and he told me how he liked to be called names. He told me how that truck driver he spoke about last time had been indiscreet and brought his pal to be sucked off too, and how he obliged. Well, I got hard again.
"I could go again", he said.
"I'm not sure it'll stay hard", I said, "but you can give it a try if you like".
I lay on my back and he lowered himself down on to my pole, it felt pretty amazing. Now and againg I thrusted as hard as I could to make sure he could feel me inside him, while he lightly played with his own cock. He was in heaven. I couldn't cum again (I'm in my mid 40s for fucks sake!) but he spunked all over my chest, then leaned in to kiss me. His vest got covered in his own spunk. "That's why you shouldn't wear a vest", I said. He got dressed and went home to his wife.
After that, sadly each time we made an arrangement there was usually an excuse as to why he had to cancel. I think he was maybe putting it about a bit too much. We managed one more meeting, but I was a bit pissed off because he'd messed me around so much so I didn't enjoy it as much, so I didn't contact him, and he didn't contact me. Nearly two years later he got back in touch, looking to be fucked again. But I want my cock to be worked on by someone who won't take it for granted so I said "no hard feelings, I enjoyed our time together, but I'm looking for someone who won't let me down so much". And I'm still looking...