Life After Coach; Partner 7, George
I first met George late on a Saturday night at a local restaurant/bar. I was there with Gerald and Carol, when George came in with three friends. They were being raucous and drawing a lot of attention to themselves. They got a table across from us where we could watch all they did.
George was tall, 6'3", a little overweight, but not what I considered fat. He had platinum blonde hair which was cut a medium length and fell over his face covering his forehead. He had a big mouth which talked constantly. He made a lot of gestures with his hands. He pranced when he walked. His three friends were non-memorable. George demanded all the attention.
I think Gerald was a little jealous that someone else in the restaurant was getting all the attention. So Gerald made some insulting comment across the room to George. George had his own insulting comeback. Since I didn't know George or any of his friends, I was afraid they might start a fight. Gerald was always good for stirring up trouble and bailing out, leaving whoever he was with to deal with the consequences. Fortunately, it ended with the verbal insults.
After Carol and I had taken Gerald back to his hometown("Life After Coach; Partner 6, Gerald"), I would go to the local gay bar to socialize. As I have stated, I am very selective with whom I share my body. So, I could enjoy dancing and socializing at the bar but seldom met anyone for sex.
One night at the bar, George and his friends came in. He was being loud and drawing attention as he had when I first met him at the restaurant with Carol and Gerald. At some point in the evening George asked me to dance with him. I found George attractive. I don't know why. He was not at all the athletic type I normally go for.
We enjoyed a slow dance. When it was over, a fast dance came on the juke box. George held onto my hand and kept me on the dance floor with him. We danced the fast dance. George continued to keep me with him on the dance floor. When he finally left the dance floor, he led me to his table and introduced me to his friends, Dale, Bill and Ronnie.
George was drinking a red tap, a mixture of tap beer and tomato juice. He offered to buy me one, but I don't drink alcohol. I stuck to my diet coke. After a few sips of his red tap, he led me back onto the dance floor. We danced and spent time together until the bar closed. When closing was announced, George announced that he was hosting an after hours party at his house. I was enjoying George's company, so I went to his party. I later figured out that his party was only an excuse to get me to his house.
George's party went on for a couple hours. George danced and spent time with me the entire party. He would kiss me occasionally while we were dancing. I would return the kisses. I had decided I liked him. Finally, the guests straggled out, leaving George and me alone.
George locked his door and led me to his bedroom. I don't remember much about his bedroom except it was dark. He undressed me and undressed himself. We fell back onto his bed and made out. George was a good kisser. He kissed his way all over my body so I was really aroused. My six inch, cut dick was standing erect leaking precum. George would stroke my hard dick using my precum for lube as his slid his hand up and down my shaft.
My activity was kissing. I let George go where ever he wanted with my body. I just continued to enjoy our kissing and what he was doing with his hands.
George's hand went between my legs, which I spread to give him easy access to my ass. I love to be fucked and I hoped, and expected, that was where George was going.
George massaged my anus and, meeting no resistance from me, he wet a finger and gently pushed it inside me. It hurt a little, but I knew from experience that the pain would soon give way to pleasure, and that his finger would be replaced by his cock. He gently worked his finger and found my prostate, which he massaged, producing more precum.
When it was obvious to George that I was a very willing participant, he removed his finger from my asshole to get some lube. He applied lube to my hungry mancunt, forcing some inside with his finger. He finger fucked me for a little while, ensuring my hole was loose enough for his cock. He lubed his cock, which I had not seen since it was dark. He raised my legs over his shoulders and placed his cockhead against my sphincter.
He popped his cockhead inside my anal ring. It hurt. George was obviously better endowed than anything I had experienced before. He wasted no time in pressing forward until he was balls deep in my bowel. He didn't stop there. He immediately began to fuck me. It didn't take too many strokes for me to begin to feel the pleasure instead of pain as his large cock massaged my prostate.
I could tell George's cock was long and thick. It filled my colon and I loved the feeling of its fullness. I wanted more. I rocked my hips to meet his thrusts as he slammed his hips against my firm, white bubble butt. My own hard dick was leaking a stream of precum onto my stomach and chest.
I reached up and grasped George's face with both of my hands. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him passionately. I was in love with George.
I have a really bad habit. When I find someone I am willing to share my body with, I tend to fall in love with them. If the chemistry is good and the sex is good, I fall in love. That is what happened with George.
George followed through with our passionate kiss, but he was focused on plowing my ass, and plowing it hard. George knew how to fuck and he was doing his best. His cock slammed in and out of my sore asshole. We were bouncing on the bed with George's breeding of my wet hole. I locked my legs around his hips and hung on for the ride. I felt like a ragdoll, I was being bounced around so much on the end of George's monster cock. But, I was loving it. George was filling my anal canal with his manmeat. I was giving George my body to use and enjoy for his sexual pleasure.
George began to cum. I could feel his warm gism pumping from his balls, through his large cock, into my open, hungry ass. Fill me, George, with your seed. Breed me. I want all of you inside me.
George lunged against my body several times in an effort to empty his gonads of ejaculate. I met his trusts with my bubble butt wanting all of his sticky semen seed.
He collapsed on top of me. We were spent. I continued to hold my legs around his hips. I didn't want his manhood to slip out of my slimy hole. I wanted to keep George a part of me as long as possible. But eventually, his cock went soft and slid out. I could feel his cum seed leaking out of my well-used, sore asshole, running down my asscrack to the base of my spine where it dripped onto the bedsheets.
I lay there under George, enjoying his closeness, the feel of his body next to mine. I fell asleep and spent the night in his arms.
Next morning, Sunday, we awoke, got dressed and I kissed George goodbye and went home. I waited, expecting a phone call from George, but it never came. Later that evening, I tried to call him, but he didn't answer. After several calls, with no answer, I drove over to his house. He wasn't home, so I went back to my house disappointed.
I didn't hear from George all week. The next weekend, I went back to the bar. He was there with his friends. He acted glad to see me, hugged me and included me into their group.
We danced a few times together, but not like the previous weekend. He paid no more attention to me than his other friends. I was really hurt. I mistakenly assumed that he cared for me as much as I cared for him. I found out much later that George only wanted to prove that he could fuck me, since I had a reputation of being "hard to get".
A few weeks later, we were both at a party and George was flirting with another man. I was really jealous and I think George knew it, as he seemed to flaunt his attention to the other man in front of me. At the end of the evening, George and the other man left together.
That night when I went home, I took a bottle of pain pills I was so depressed. Fortunately for me, the pills only put me to sleep for three days. My friend Jim found me and saw the empty bottle. He woke me and fed me and nursed me back to consciousness. I learned from that experience that no one is worth taking your life for. No matter how badly you feel, there are people who do love you and care for you. Never consider suicide an answer. Get help from someone.
I didn't have anything to do with George for several months. I avoided places where I might run into him. I also realized in that time, that as much as I loved George, I couldn't give him what he needed in a man. Because I loved him, I was able to let him go for his happiness. We later reconciled our differences and were close friends from then on.
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