DIVORCED & DIRTY
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Ever feel addicted to sex? I mean, how can a natural, biological urge resulting in the most exquisite pleasure be considered an "addiction"? Then again, most addictions are pleasureful in some way or why would we become addicted?
If it is truly an addiction, I've been needed a 12-step program ever since the first time I wrapped my underage lips around a neighbor kid's cock. The velvety texture of his hardening shaft, his dark bush framing his ample, young manhood and the distinctive musk of his groin left and indelible imprint on me. I have, subsequently, rarely passed on a chance to enjoy cock. Maybe I do focus on it more than I should, at times. But if thoughts become things, I can't imagine anything better to think about than cock.
I have certainly manifested my fair share (and then some) of great fuck buddies over the years. You'd think, with all the horny guys out there, and with hookup apps, it'd be easier to find serious playmates. After weeding through the chatters, pic collectors and gamers, you occasionally land on a guy that clicks. Next thing you know, you're sucking his cock or eating his ass and so many other fun activities.
One of my favorite fuck buds is an older guy named Phil. A super nice guy, mid-late 60s, good looks but kinda quiet, what he might lack in some areas, he certainly makes up for in others! (It's always the reserved ones you have to watch out for!) We first started hooking up at least 10 years ago. Since that time, I've seriously lost count of how many times he and I have "helped each other out."
When we started, Phil was in the process of getting divorced. With a wife and adult kids around, play time was always at my house, which was fine. We explored the usual stuff at the beginning with me always being the sub. (He's never put my cock in his mouth!) He loves the way I manipulate his cock into a nail-driving erection, suck his balls and lick his taint. He particularly liked being introduced to my rimseat.
Owning a rimseat is a pretty strong hint to anyone that you enjoy things a little "wilder" than the average fuck. Or at least, it should be! Phil quickly picked up on that fact, especially given how ravenously I love to rim his asshole whether it was framed in the hole of my chair or not.
Given his mild mannered comportment, you'd never expect Phil to have a Dom side and yet, it is very well developed! He loves taking my face and forcing his 7" cock all the way down my throat and holding it until I can't breathe. He grinds it in my throat to try and make me gag or until I push off, gasping for air. As our comfort level with one another has grown, our inhibitions have practically disappeared. Now, every time I suck his cock and he forces it down my throat, I submit to it with pleasure. After a few deepthroats, I usually feel a torrent of fresh piss flowing right into my stomach. I barely have to swallow since his cock head is so far back in my mouth. He knows I will drink it all and never spill a drop so we can just do it anywhere in the house. We both love that!
My homemade rimseat is nothing more than a toilet seat on a black pipe frame. I attached the seat with heavy duty springs so Phil or any mister can control the pressure of his ass on my face. Seeing his hairy pucker, framed in the hole, and coming toward me is so amazing. I get a brief preview of just how much cleaning needs to be done before his ass descends onto my face and my tongue begins exploring the stink I've already been inhaling deeply. Phil quickly learned that my level of ass-eating enthusiasm is directly proportional to the stink between his cheeks. So, it wasn't long before he began showing up with varying degrees of filth around his large puckered hole.
I really enjoy our sessions, too much probably. It's hard to find someone who is genuine, drama-free, non-judgmental and who is open to the nastier side of mansex. Phil checks every box!
After Phil's divorce, we had easier opportunities to play, sometimes as often as once a week. I'd travel to him and always took the rimseat with me.
Even though Phil's online profile says he's not into "unclean" or "scat", he delights in pushing my limits when it comes to eating his ass. Quite often he messages me with a tease like, "Took my morning dump and just stood up!" That's my cue he's looking for fun and wants me to clean and pleasure his butthole while he jacks on the seat.
Once I'm finished cleaning to his satisfaction, he likes to push his cock down between his legs, through the opening, to face fuck me while he bounces up and down until he blows his thick creamy cum down my throat. With no place to go (and why would I?), I submit.
Needless to say, after no less than 100 sessions over the years, I've become very fond of Phil. I enjoy everything about him and how he gives me what I crave. I've swallowed gallons of his piss, cups of cum and digested so much more! Give me divorced and dirty any day!!!