I will severalize you a little about myself. I am 60 something geezerhood old and get married. My wife has medical examination issues that make sex painful for her. So I have not had sex for over two years. If it were n't for Rosey and her sisters I would throw a major casing of blue balls.

I am admittedly bisexual from boyhood. I had some experience with another male but nothing I am going into detail about here. I have never lost my excitement over watching male porn or reading bisexual tarradiddle. My married woman has made it very clear that she does n't care my sexual fancy of having a virile skirmish again. But the need to be with another man is like an itch I ca n't turn over. So I started chatting with people with like urges and found our electronic home away from home plate, here.

We had been texting for several hebdomad. The gentleman in interrogative sentence and I had similar desktop. Hard-working family men. bombastic crime syndicate with impregnable ties and unattackable sex drives as well as an open-minded opinion about who we had sex with we are both bisexual person. We talked about everything. Various sexual partners, various seat we had sex, and all the sundry matter that those topics encompass.

It was former fall when we finally decided to go all the way. I am on disablement due to a fall last winter and Ray worked third gear shift for a local troupe. So explaining to our wife that we would be gone for a day or two was not promising to be a simpleton job. But we put our fountainhead together and wove a tale that made sense.

We met early on a Friday good afternoon an hour away from our homes. We wanted to be sure no one would discern either of us. It was probably more our paranoia than anything else but why exact prospect ? He had booked a small motel room in a nonde*********** part of a conterminous Ithiel Town. He texted me the information and with sweaty palm, I drove there as quickly as was safe. Like a immature boy with his dad 's playboy, I was excited and nervous.

I pulled behind the motel and walked to the designated room. I wrapped on the tan door and waited. The door opened and a man my height with salinity and peppercorn hairsbreadth offered me his handwriting. `` I 'm Ray. '' He did n't need to introduce himself. We had exchanged pic but I was glad he did nonetheless.

We sat in the room and drank a yoke of cold drinks. I needed to descend my nervousness and I hoped Ray felt the same. He lay on the bed and asked, `` are we going to get this show on the route ? '' His nonchalant demeanor both excited me. I lay on the bed adjacent to him and opened his pant. I moved his clothes down and fished out his indulgent cock. I looked at his tool before lifting it in my hand. Licking the tip then I laid it so I could nibble my way down to his full sack.

I rolled his balls around with my rim and tongue. By the sentence I got back to his cock mind he was hard. I sucked his head as deeply in my mouth as I could. Working my fist up and down the shaft until his moans told me he was ready.

I dropped my clothes in a pile on the story and laying on the bed. I pulled my legs up and back until my knees were nearly to my chest. Ray took lubricant and coated my pickle inside and out. I was moaning the wholly time as he probed me.

He ran his cock up and down my go before working his cock into me. I groaned as he pushed profoundly until his balls slapped my ass. He pulled back and rammed into me over and over as our excitement grew higher. His speed increased until we were both panting as he used my ass for his joy and mine. The pull in juice leaking from my stopcock painted a lustrous post in his pubic hair as he squished my cock between us.

We groaned as we slammed together. I put my animal foot on the bed and raised up so he could get deeper inside me. I felt my ass stretching as his cock got harder and fix to satiate me with his fluids. He shoved in and froze as his pecker exploded inside me. His hammering my prostate made me tear all over my breadbasket as his cock slowly shrank in my hole.

I dozed off for an hour or so. I lay with my eyes closed while Ray sucked and licked my formal and cock. I rolled on my position and slowly stroked him voiceless before returning his blowjob with one of my own. I have found I can hold off foresighted when I am concentrating on giving somebody else delight. Ray 's peter is twice my length but mine is thicker. So each cock has its deservingness. Who could sustain known two older married men were in the middle blowing each former in a no-name motel on a quiet back up street in mid-Michigan ?

Ray got on his hands and stifle and I entered him from behind. I grabbed his hips and slowly worked my stopcock in and out until we were both moaning again. I felt Ray 's calloused mitt cupped my carrier bag as I stepped up my pace. I rammed him in erratic burst as I neared liberation. Ray pushed back taking all my prick and squeezing his sphincter to increase the friction on my cock. I gave Ray all my juices as he came as well. Spraying his juices on the cheap motel comforter.

We showered together, jacking each other off one more time before dressing and going our separate ways.

I read somewhere that Greek writers were quoted as saying men had sex with char for procreation. And that men had sex with men for pure delight. You will get no debate from me. I enjoy my wife or did until she refused my advances. But part of me will always want another man inside me. So Ray and I had architectural plan for another meeting .