My Man by Jorge Alvarez
I'm horny for men. When I see a hot guy on the street, wow, I look at him, all over... Kind of obvious... Funny, most guys like that, even if they're straight. Guys like to see that other men find that they're hot.
But most guys won't go from that feeling of being desired as a hot guy, to actually having sex with another man. What a pity. They don't know what they're missing. Or maybe they do, I don't know.
I started having sex with men when I was 20, and I'm now 54. So it's been 34 years of non-stop male sex.
There's only one guy now that I'm really interested in, and I'm writing this for him. I don't know if he'll read this. He lives in a country where it's a crime to read Nifty. What a shame.
I'll call him M. He's the most handsome man I've ever seen. He's tall, dark and manly. His mouth is delicious, with thick lips and a hot tongue.
He has a lot of hair, always beautiful. It doesn't matter how he cuts his hair, it always looks great.
I felt horny for him the first time I saw him. The problem is, I'm married, and my wife, whom I really love, is his friend. She's really great, that's why I love her. And M., who's also a wonderful person, got deeply involved with her.
Please don't judge me. You must be thinking: "What a jerk this guy is! He's married and he's horny for his wife's male friend?! How creepy can he get?!"
So I didn't know what to do. One day I called him, in the afternoon. Thank God he was having a day off or he came home early, whatever. He asked me to come over.
We sat on his terrace, drank some wine, then I asked him to show me the rest of his place or some lame excuse like that, and suddenly we were on the top of his stairs, making out.
I like big men. I like tops. He's a big top. Tall and sure of himself. I love men who know what they want. Well, M. wanted me... Lucky me...
He brought me to his bed. We undressed. We kissed. I said, "I want you to fuck me". He got what was needed. I hadn't prepared myself as I like to do. I mean, cleanliness, etc. But there was no time. So what? It was more important for me to get his dick inside me, right there. And I did.
I made myself tighter than usual. He liked that. I looked back and his face was so beautiful. He was fucking me and he loved it. I loved it. It felt so good, so right.
Then my cell phone rang. It rang three times while he fucked me. That was too much. I looked at the watch and it was late. My wife should be worrying right now that I was late. So I asked M. to stop. He wasn't hard any longer.
We showered, I kissed his beautiful dick, and I left.
Later I called him, we met, and he told me that; first, he didn't want to be "the other". Second, he liked my wife too much to be able to fuck her husband, he couldn't do it. So he convinced me that it was better for us never to have sex again.
That was harder on me than I first expected. I understood his reasons perfectly, but the rejection was hard, anyway. As I recalled, every day, his dick fucking me, his blissful look while he fucked me, the feeling of complete contentement I had while he fucked me, the size and legth of his dick inside my hole, the emptiness he left within me, the taste of his mouth, his tongue, his whole body, it got harder and harder.
The good thing is, I lost interest in other men. I decided to "sublimate" my feelings for guys. I'd write stories for Nifty and get over it. It worked for 4 years. But last night and again tonight I saw him. he was back in my town for two days. I'm still as horny for him as ever. And he showed me he's horny for me.
I don't know what to do. I showed him one of my nifty stories, so he'll know that Jorge Alvarez is my knickname. I hope I'll get him horny and cumming with my stories. What I really want is to have him cumming inside my body. Even if it's with a condom.
I love him.
I love you, M.
Jorge