Rick and Jack (that's me) are middle aged, married men who met initially over the net on gay.com. However, later they would discover that their paths had crossed elsewhere.
Rick was a man with a ravenous appetite for sex. By choice a bottom but more that capable of using his powerful manpole when needed. He was 5'10", blond, blue eye and a rock solid hard body that he had perfected at the gym. His ass was like granite and his waist was tiny (28"). He had the pefect V shape.
Rick had a high profile job in our community of about 65,000. In fact both he and his wife had high profile jobs. He attended church regularly with his wife and three primary aged children. He and his wife used to fuck like rabbits but it wasn't enough for Rick.
Jack was a shorter guy about 5'7", 155lbs, with a good shape and hefty thick cock on him that couldn't get enough of hot ass. Jack was considered as straight as straight could be. He, too, a church goer with children and wife but with a burning in his balls that only another man could satisfy.
One late evening both Rick and Jack on on their computers at their homes with their wife's present and they're both in the Vancouver gay.com chat room. Rick invites Jack for a private chat. As per usual with bi/gay men the request for stats leads to the litany of specs that include cock size, cut/uncut, waist, chest, hair/smooth, likes/dislikes, bottom/top/versatile and so on. In no time at all they discovered that they had a lot in common, most of all that they're both married and they both demand discretion. Then the pieces start to come together. Little by little as trust builds they reveal to one another that they live in the same town. In fact, they only live around the corner from one another.
On my end I am getting very turned on by the possibility of fucking around with what sounds like an incredible guy. Though I'm fully clothed I can feel the precum flowing through my underwear to my shorts. My cock is rock hard. If I could I'd go to Rick right now and fuck him silly.
From what Rick is telling me he too is quite excited. We make a quick date to meet on our lunch break the next day. This is not the best option merely because of time restraints for both of us but we are both to so horny that we can't wait any longer. Here I think Rick and I will meet somewhere neutral like a motel, fuck and be gone until the next time but Rick had other plans. Rick invited me to his family home. Immediately I thought this guy is nuts. I know I wouldn't do him any harm but he sure didn't know that yet. He was taking a big risk.
Before I tell you about our meeting I want to tell you that I was pretty sure that I knew who Rick was based on our initial chat on the gay.com chat room. For some reason I put some pieces together about this person I knew from the community that I had long thought to be gay and felt sure that it was him. To be honest if it was him I knew I wouldn't be attracted to him but being so horny I wanted to fuck badly and would have made do.
Anyway, I pulled up to his house, not in the slightest bit nervous, and walked up to the door. The only thing that freaked me out was that I recogned his neighbours from two doors up as people who attended my in-laws church. Obviously that was not enough to stop me. As the door opened there he was, Rick...and yes, it was he guy I knew from the community. For years Rick and I had been in meetings together and had shared clients but we were never personally close. As far as I was concerned the only person that didn't know that Rick was gay was Rick. He's a great guy but very obvious by his feminine gestures. Over the past year he'd lost his pony tail and had his hair bleached blond with a great hair cut.
As Rick opened the door the look of utter shock was unbelieveable. Tears started to fill his eyes in fear. He soon started to divulge that he feared his secret was over because I would out him. That was not going to happen. I made that commitment to him on-line and I meant it. Besides I was just as vulnerable as he was in terms of the fear of outing.
After we got beyond the momentary awkwardness of our first few minutes Rick asked, "Where do we go from here?"
Strange as it seems for Rick it would have been easier if a perfect stranger had shown up at his door. Sometimes knowing the other person puts in place barriers that are not needed or wanted.
The trek upstairs was a little awkward but as some as we got to his guest room, pulled out his bed we got down to it pretty quickly. Up to this point in my sexual experience I always prided myself of having what seemed like a bottomless pit of sexual energy and passion and had not met anyone close to my equal. I know that sounds like alot of blarney but it's true. Rick was my equal and then some. We only had an hour or so to get down to doing the nasty and we made one another feel pretty good. Our kisses went from tender gentle kisses to deep, penetrating passionate kisses where you swear your lover's tongue is probing your throat. We sucked, licked every area of the body including the soles of the feet, kissed, sucked, nibbled and bit nipples to the point that the touch of our clothing drove us crazy later that afternoon. Rick's ass is so well trained that when I fucked him he gave my cock a workout that I have still not felt such intensity. Both of us came three times in that brief time together and I was still rock hard two hours later. My body was rocking from the intense sexual reverberations.
Rick and I agreed that we had to get together later that week when we had more time. As it turned out his wife came home that evening and suggested that she take the kids to her parents place for the weekend. That worked out well because Rick was going a trip with his bike club that same weekend. He called to see if I was available on Friday evening for a few hours. He still had some packing to do but really wanted to play for a while. Little did I know that this evening was going to be a marathon sexual experience that has yet to be duplicated.
As I knocked on Ricks' door I didn't expect anything special. I thought we'd go in and get to it. We were fuck buddy's with no need for formalities. Little did I know what he had in mind. As I entered his foyer there he is standing from head to toe in skin tight leather. I thought I would cream my pants right there and then. The guy looked incredible. His hard cock was angled over to the left and noticeably throbbing under the confines of that beautifully soft leather. We stood there and made out for the longest time until we made our way to the bedroom.
Though I'm not a terribly competitive kind of guy I had in the back of my mind that I was going to show this guy who was better at lovemaking. I was convinced that I had more staying power, a rock hard rock that would not quit, and determination to win. It was never an open matter for discussion. I had somehow envisioned this poor man wasted on a bed after I was through with whipping his poor little man hole, among other parts of his body. I wanted to leave him with swollen lips, tender pucker, ultra sensitive nipples and a deep sense of satisfaction.
Our kissing and body contact quickly ignited into two passionated sweaty men gettting off on another. I swear Rick was like a addict with a drive that was easily tripped into overdrive and beyond. With ease he takes my thick cock into his velvety mouth and down his throat to milk its man juices. The combined talent of his tongue, sunction and plunging motion would take most men over the edge.
Rick's cock is as hard as steel and so hot as it burrows into my throat. I let my tongue slip out and bathe his balls with warm saliva as he squirms beneath my tongues massage.
Fucking is always the best part of sex. Though Rick feels the pressure and I feel the relative tightness as I enter his little chute it's not like the drama you often read in stories about the first penetration. The truth is that Rick in his need to get this burning need for men satisfied overrdosed of cock for two weeks straight before we met. He had cocks of every shape and size stretch his man hole from here to kingdom come. So no drama with fucking Rick. He wasn't some loose whore but his cherry had long since gone and this boy knew how to take cock and he liked it rough.
We started having sex at 5pm on Friday night and ended at midnight, or slightly thereafter. Most of that time we were fucking like mad dogs. From every angle possible I plowed that ass. I'm not talking slow strokes either men. Most of that fuck session was long, hard, rough, plow, deep, fucking where his head would pivot like you'd see in a rear end colision.
After one piss break I let Rick fuck me. It was more than I bargained for. I thought this bottom boy would go through the motions. I knew he had every bit the staying power I did because his cock never went down during that entire time but I never thought he had it in him. But then again he was married. He had fucked his wife. He only did it for fifteen minutes but he fucked the living daylight out of me. When they say "it's not the size of the boat it's the motion of the ocean" they were thinking of guys like Rick. This guy knew how to use his cock for maximum pleasure.
Our marathon was the best sex to date for me. You might have guessed that I don't think I won that competition that I had set going into this marathon. I think with Rick I have at least met my match. Though it ended after seven plus hours I'm sure it could have carried on much longer.
A funny aside occured from this session. Rick told me after he returned from his bike trip that his ass was so sore that he couldn't sit down on his bike seat for two days. While peddling there were times he could feel my cock pounding his ass and it felt quite real. When he was riding without someone by his side he would moan with pleasure.
Rick and I remained fuck buddies for a two years. We went to the bathhouses together. We actually shared an STD. Rick gave me one that he received from one of his pals. It's one of the breaks and you have to roll with it. He felt bad about it but I made a choice be with him and do something that was risky so I paid the price.
Let me know what you think about my story. It is completely true.
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