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In the enlightened times we live in, it's much easier meeting men than it was when I was growing up. You have so many dating and hook-up sites to choose from. Much better and safer than parks, restrooms, bathhouses or truck stops. Of course there were always gay bars, thankfully. Today cruising is as easy as firing up your computer. A hard cock is a click away.
Which brings us to today's topic, married men.
I would say half the men on these sites are married. Are they closeted gays, or bisexual as they all claim? I don't know and don't care. My only requirement is a hard cock and please be clean. As long as they don't look like Quasimodo we're good. I'm older and the bar is set much lower than in the halcyon days of my youth.
I've had some amazing experiences with married men and some very interesting ones. Like the time the guy's wife followed him to my condo, intercepting him before he made it inside. The poor woman was crying and said, "You promised you were going to stop doing this! I thought you loved me!" Very sad actually, I felt bad for her. Let's just say no one got laid that night.
Then there's Tim. We connected online and after an afternoon of emails he was coming over. He was 30, married and "bisexual". Tim was 5'8 175 lbs and smooth all over, with what he described as an average cock. By the way, what's up with guys shaving their pubes? I miss a hairy bush. It seems like most younger men are as smooth as a baby these days.
My emails were getting nasty describing all the delicious things I was going to do to him. He was getting extremely turned on by my words and I realized I would have to back it off a bit. Words have power and many encounters have ended before they began with cum in a tissue rather than in my mouth.
Opening the door and inviting Tim in, I did a quick inventory. He wore the big nerd style glasses that I find sexy. He was also wearing a nicely tailored suit. He was not handsome in the classic sense but cute. I on the other hand was wearing my usual casual attire, sweats. I had just showered after a hard bicep workout. I'm in excellent physical shape and lift weights four days a week and hike three. I have a full head of greying hair with a salt and pepper goatee. At 5'10 180, I'm in better shape than I was in high school. I also seem to attract mostly younger guys, it's the whole daddy thing I believe.
Rushing into my arms we began making out, slowly at first then with more vigor. His jammy lips felt so sweet on mine. After more passionate kissing we pulled apart and began undressing. Fully naked I saw his erect cock, it was about 5 inches and hard, I mean rock hard pointing to the sky. It was not big enough for fucking but perfect for sucking. A cock has to be bigger for me to feel anal pleasure but you can really work a smaller tool with your mouth.
Leading him over to my big easy chair, a chair I call the Cocksucking Chair, he sat down and spread his legs wide. I knelt between them and took his throbbing member in my mouth. Taking his cock down to the root I began moving my tongue all over licking and sucking like you only can on a cock this size. Soon he was breathing heavily making a soft mewling sound. Not wanting him to cum too fast I pulled off and moved up to taste those luscious lips again. After a brief kiss and with a pleading voice, he asked if he could suck my cock. Standing up I fed him my 7 inch thick cock. I can still get hard at my age but if I want a true diamond cutter I take the magic blue pill. I took one earlier and my cock was harder than Chinese Algebra.
Young Tim certainly knew how to suck cock and went at it with the enthusiasm of someone who has been denied this pleasure for too long. After a few minutes of sucking me off he looked up and asked if I would fuck him. The look on his face was a mixture of pure lust and desperation. How could I say no?
I don't subscribe to the whole top/bottom thing, I prefer to be the fuckee, but also like to be the fucker sometimes. It all depends on the man and the situation. I love a big strong guy to take me and give me a good hard fucking, but also like a soft sweet guy. A guy like Tim that apparently hadn't had a dick inside him in quite a while.
Taking his hand I led him to the bedroom. Usually random hook-ups don't make it past the Cocksucking Chair but the want and need in his eyes was so great I made the exception. Laying on top of him we kissed deep and sensually. I could kiss this guy all day, it was so good. Working my way to his nipples I licked, sucked and bit his hard nubs. All the while stroking his cock. My ministrations were having the intended effect and my boy was soon in a fevered state, begging me to fuck him. Grabbing the big fluffy Sex Pillow, (I don't name all my furniture, just the chair and pillow). I placed it under his sweet, somewhat pudgy ass. Spreading his legs I applied a generous amount of lube to his tight pucker. When I say tight I'm not exaggerating. I could barely get a second finger inside him. After fingering him for a bit I then applied lube to my cock. Gently rocking against his hole with my cock, I took my time relaxing him and slowly opening him up. Pushing, I felt my cock pop past his ring. Entering him slowly an inch at a time, I was soon balls deep. "How does that feel? Are you good"? I asked. "Yes, please more"! he nearly screamed. With that I started fucking him, hard and fast, then slowly pulling all the way out before slamming back into him. He soon had his legs over my shoulders and while pounding away I pinched his nipples. Hard. Young Tim was in 7th heaven at this point with his head rolling back and forth. He was also making that mewling sound again that I have to admit was a bit unnerving. A weird sound, don't ask me to describe it further, I tried, but mewling is the best I can do.
Being older, there's no such thing as coming too fast. I can fuck for an hour. Literally. Every time I drove my cock inside him, he would say "harder"! This old Satyr was fucking him as hard as I could. I finally felt my orgasm rising and soon shot my load deep inside him. One jet, then another, and another. I hadn't come like that in quite some time. Exhausted,I pulled my dripping cock from his wide open asshole and fell onto him, softly kissing him. We kissed and cuddled before I went down to finish him off. I have one rule and one rule only with hook-ups, both of us have to cum. Taking his cock in my mouth and sucking him softly, I knew he was close and wanted it to last more than a minute. He lasted two minutes. With a roar (luckily I have thick walls) and tightly grabbing my head Tim began to cum in my mouth. Spurt after spurt, he came hard like only a young man can, flooding my mouth with his hot semen. It took a couple gulps to get it all down but I eventually swallowed every drop of his tangy seed. Usually after a session like that married men are up, dressed, and out the door. Not Tim, he wanted to be held and loved on like I was so gently doing. After a good 15 minutes of sweetness, Tim got up and thanked me before getting dressed.
Hugging him and having a final kiss, Tim looked deep in my eyes and said, " that was awesome thank you, I loved every minute." Then quietly he added, "I think I must be gay." Holding him close I whispered in his ear, " Whatever you are Tim, it's OK, you have to figure it out on your own." In the meantime my door and bed will always be open for you."
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