The following story is true. The names have been changed for privacy. I have a few more tales to tell and hope you enjoy this one.
MY BROTHER IN LAW TEACHES ME MANSEX
I was a late bloomer.
During my early teenage years I was close to asexual. I did not beat off a lot and my fantasies about sex were few and far between. I admired boys with good bodies and wished I had a more muscular body, but I did not think much about what I could do with guys sexually. In 20/20 hindsight I am sure I had buried my desires for sex with men so deep they were hardly there. Plus, I did not think it was possible to have sex with the jock-type guys I admired. Later in life I discovered, "The bigger they are the harder they fall".
I dated a few girls in high school and college and finally lost my virginity when I was a junior in college. I discovered that sex was a lot of fun and once the ice was broken couldn't get enough of it. In those days before the pill I used Fourex Skins condoms. I can still remember the sound of breaking the plastic container and the delicilus smell of the lubricant.
I married at age 22 during Christmas vacation of my first year in law school. I was blessed with a great wife and soon two beautiful and smart daughters. I had a great sex life and was good at giving pleasure, based on the feedback my wife got comparing notes with other wives in our circle of friends.
My 30th birthday was a real turning point in my life. When you turn 20 you feel that you are still a kid since you can't drink booze legally. When I hit 30 I realized I wasn't a kid anymore and I started thinking more about having sex with a man. I wasn't getting any younger and I wanted to explore the fantasies that were beginning to burn at the back of my mind while I was still young and could attract hot men. I was, and always have been, in good shape, 5"10", 150 pounds with blue eyes, dark brown hair and decent in the looks department.
It finally happened when I hit 31. In that year I discovered the joy of flying airplanes, climbing mountains and fucking men.
In March my brother-in-law and I took off for a weekend at my place at the coast to gather wood off the beach for summer fires in the fireplace of the main house...an annual winter ritual. We stayed in the guesthouse, which had a tiny kitchen, bathroom, one bedroom and a small living room with fireplace. The place had paper-thin walls...very old and rustic. After a good workout gathering and hauling wood from the beach with the tractor in the cold wind and fog, a hot shower, dinner and a couple of glasses of wine, we settled down in front of the fire. Eventually Greg pulled from his bag a thick book of porn. I had never seen anything like it before. This was 1973 and porn was not widely available in the "olden days". The first two-thirds of the book was straight sex, followed by some three-way bisex scenes, followed by a thin section of mansex at the end. I had never seen pictures of men having sex and got an instant boner. As I turned the pages slowly I caught Greg checking the tent in my pants out of the corner of his eye. He didn't say anything. After a few minutes he said he was going to bed and went to the adjoining room.
Once he settled into bed Greg called from the other room, "Are you finding the book interesting?"
All I could muster was, "Yah."
"Have you ever done any of the guy stuff."
"No", I said, my hear racing in my chest. "Have you tried it?"
"Yah," Greg answered
"Did you like it?"
"It was fun," Greg answered.
My head was swimming and I was not sure what to do next. I finally got up and walked into the dark bedroom and stood next to Greg's bed. I couldn't move and I couldn't talk. I finally got up the courage to ask, "Would you like me to get in bed with you?"
Greg lifted the blanked and sheet with a chuckle, I pulled off my shirt, dropped my pants and crawled in. I put my arms around him and he pressed his hard jock body against me.
A delicious man-smell filled my nostrils. Greg had a special smell that I will never forget. His body was as hard as a rock from his years in amature ice-hockey competition. His thighs were like tree trunks and he had a cock to match pressing against my wood. I pulled his pajamas off and we explored each other's body. Greg's skin was as smooth as cream over hard, tight muscles. I nuzzled his neck and then started to lick my way down his body to the cock I so desperately wanted. For the first time in my life I had another man's hard cock in my hands and while it was an average 6 inches in length, it seemed as thick as a beer can, dripping precum. I slid down Greg's body, licked and sucked the head of his cock and buried my face in his crotch. The smell was fantastic.
I flipped back up to kiss Greg and grab his body to mine so that we could rub our cocks together. I grabbed his bubble butt and pulled him against me so that our hard cocks could rub together. My fingers pulled his cheeks apart as I pulled him against me and as soon as I felt the crack of his ass I had to fuck him.
I did not ask permission. I flipped Greg on his stomach and climbed on top of him. With my arms around his chest I nibbled on his ear and ground my cock in his ass crack.
"Spit on your cock and fuck me between my legs," Greg asked.
I did and after a couple of strokes I almost blew my load. His skin was so soft and his thighs were thick and hard. It was better than fucking pussy. I had to stop. I lifted up and spread Greg's asscheeks so that I could see his hole. It was beautiful. I spit on his hole and hit the target on my first try. I put some spit on my cock, put the head of it at his hole and gently but firmly pushed.
" No Mike....it hurts....I need something more than spit."
I got up and staggered to the bathroom. I found an ancient bottle of hand lotion and returned to bed. I smeared some lotion on my cock and in the crack of Greg's ass and I tried again. This time my cock slipped up his ass in one smooth, long stroke.
"Oh God" Greg moaned and soon I went in to a fuck frenzy. The feel of Greg's hard butt cheeks against my groin each time I bottomed out made me pound his ass with all my might. I know I was yelling something. After a few minutes I realized I had to slow down or I was going to blow my load and I wanted this to last. I lifted up so I could watch my cock slide into his ass.
"What a beautiful ass you have Greg. Do you like my hard cock in it?"
"Yah, but take it easy man."
I came to my senses and started a slow fuck, trying various angles to see what felt best and what made Greg groan the loudest. I lifted up again so that I could watch my cock go up his ass and as I was doing long slow strokes up his ass Greg moaned, his asshole clamped on my dick and my load shot in him. It felt like something had gone up my cock and grabbed the cum out of me.
I thought Greg had cum, but he hadn't. I flipped him over, took some hand lotion and jacked his cock to orgasm.
We smeared his cum over our bodies and the smell of sex filled the room. We continued to play with each other until we realized that we should get some sleep. We had a whole day to explore each other tomorrow.
The next morning we awoke to a very cold house. A heavy frost covered the grass outside. It almost looked like snow. The feel of Greg's hard body against me and the smell of sex that still filled our bed was a temptation, but someone had to get up and get a fire going. I wanted to see him naked in the daylight and the room would have to be warm first. I got the fire going and made some coffee while Greg took a shower.
After what seemed like a century in the shower I yelled at Greg, "Hey guy, leave some hot water for me."
The shower did not stop and I went into the bathroom to take a piss and tell him it was my turn for a shower. Through the glass door I saw Greg squatting with the red douche bag hanging from the faucet and the douche tube up his ass. He blushed crimson red and said, "I am cleaning myself out for you." His beer-can dick was as hard as a spike.
"It looks like you are having fun, mind if I join you," I responded.
I got in the shower Greg refilled the douche bag, stuck the tube up my ass and started the flow of water. It felt good as the warm water flowed into me. As the pressure built on my prostate, my cock got as hard as iron.
After two flushing I was clean. We dried each other off, playing with each other's cocks and balls.
I squeezed Greg's cock and asked him, "Are you ready for another fucking?"
"Yah, and it looks like you are ready to fuck me too."
I got a drink of water while Greg headed to the bedroom. When I caught up with him I found Greg on the bed, on all fours looking at me over his shoulder with a big smile on his face. What a sight. This beautiful jock-man presenting himself to me for sex. I got on the bed behind Greg, took his balls in my left hand and gave them a gentle tug and squeeze. This caused Greg to drop his chest and head onto the pillow with a moan, spreading his asscrack for me. I instinctively bent forward and licked his asscrack and then explored his anus with my tongue. Greg let out another moan of pleasure as I tongue fucked his ass. Later I found gay men had a name for what came to me instinctively. Ever since rimming has been a huge turn on for me.
Greg started bucking, "Fuck me Mike. Stick your cock in my ass."
His hole was so open and relaxed that I started the fuck with spit alone. My arms went around Greg's chest and my tongue went in his ear. He begged for more and I responded, "Your ass is mine." It was mine and the fuck was better than the night before. We started with Greg on his stomach and then I flipped him on his back, grabbed him behind the knees and pushed them to his armpits so that his asshole presented itself to me for the fuck he begged for. I can still see his asshole waiting for my cock.
I hated for the weekend to end. Sex with women was great, but I realized that I preferred the feel of a man's hard body, especially hard butt cheeks pressed into my groin with my cock up ass.
Greg and I became fuck buddies for the next three years. I became possessed with lust for mansex and did not get into his pants nearly often enough to satisfy my urges. I fucked him in the woods, having him bend at the waist, supporting himself with one arm on a tree, while I dropped his pants, lubed my cock and fucked his ass while he jacked his cock. I fucked him in the garage at the beach bent over the tractor. I fucked him in the basement at home while the family was upstairs fixing dinner. I took Greg to the workbench, bent him over, undid his belt, unzipped his pants, dropped them to his ankles and ate his ass while he groaned quietly. When he was open and ready, I slid my cock up his ass and did a slow quiet fuck so that we wouldn't get caught. I fucked him on a snow bank by a frozen lake one sunny Saturday in February after a long trek on snowshoes.
I could never get enough of Greg's ass, but as time went by I started to develop an itch in my ass that wanted to get scratched by his thick cock. But Greg was not interested in fucking me. He tried once and his cock wilted as soon as it touched my asshole. In hindsight, I think the man was basically straight. He just liked to get a cock up his ass once in a while. He told me that when he was in high school his hockey coach had fooled around with him and that experience left him with the need to get fucked.
About three years into our fuck buddy relationship my sister divorced Greg because of the affairs he was having with other women (he invited me for a three way with one of his woman...he wanted me to fuck him while he was fucking her, but I turned the invitation down). He moved not long after that and I realized that I had to do something to find me another man. That something was to go to one of the gay bars in town.
But that story is for chapter 2.
Mike