I will severalize you a little about myself. I am 60 something years old and married. My married woman has medical 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 deliver a major display case of blue balls.

I am admittedly bisexual from boyhood. I had some experience with another male person but nothing I am going into detail about here. I have never lost my turmoil over watching male porno or reading bisexual storey. My married woman has made it very clear that she does n't like my sexual illusion of having a male encounter again. But the indigence 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, here.

We had been texting for several weeks. The valet de chambre in question and I had similar setting. Hard-working family men. great families with substantial ties and warm sex private road as well as an open-minded opinion about who we had sex with we are both bisexual. We talked about everything. diverse intimate married person, various places we had sex, and all the sundry topics that those issue encompass.

It was early declination when we finally decided to go all the way. I am on disability due to a downslope last winter and Ray worked third chemise for a local troupe. So explaining to our wives that we would be gone for a day or two was not promising to be a simple labor. But we put our read/write head together and wind a tale that made sense.

We met early on a Fri afternoon an time of day away from our home. We wanted to be sure no one would recognize either of us. It was probably more our paranoia than anything else but why take hazard ? He had booked a lowly motel elbow room in a nonde*********** part of a neighboring town. He texted me the entropy and with sweaty palms, I drove there as quickly as was safe. Like a Whitney Moore Young Jr. boy with his dad 's Corinthian, I was excited and nervous.

I pulled behind the motel and walked to the fate elbow room. I wrapped on the tan door and waited. The threshold opened and a man my height with salt and Madagascar pepper hair offered me his deal. `` I 'm Ray. '' He did n't need to introduce himself. We had exchanged pictures but I was glad he did nonetheless.

We sat in the room and tope a couple of cold-blooded drinking. I needed to settle my brass and I hoped Ray felt the same. He lay on the bed and asked, `` are we going to get this display on the road ? '' His insouciant demeanor both excited me. I lay on the bed next to him and opened his pants. I moved his dress down and fished out his soft putz. I looked at his tool before lifting it in my script. Licking the tip then I laid it so I could pick my way down to his full hammock.

I rolled his testis around with my lips and tongue. By the time I got back to his cock head he was hard. I sucked his head as deeply in my rima oris as I could. Working my fist up and down the pecker until his moan told me he was ready.

I dropped my clothes in a stilt on the story and laying on the bed. I pulled my wooden leg up and back until my articulatio genus were nearly to my chest. Ray took lubricant and coated my hole inside and out. I was moaning the whole sentence as he probed me.

He ran his stopcock up and down my crack before working his hammer into me. I groaned as he pushed deeper until his balls slapped my ass. He pulled back and rammed into me over and over as our upheaval grew gamey. His speed increased until we were both panting as he used my ass for his joy and mine. The pull in succus leaking from my cock painted a shiny spot in his pubic tomentum as he squished my cock between us.

We groaned as we slammed together. I put my foundation on the bed and raised up so he could get deeper inside me. I felt my ass stretching as his cock got harder and make to fulfill me with his fluids. He shoved in and suspend as his cock exploded inside me. His hammering my prostate made me shoot all over my stomach as his stopcock 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 chunk and cock. I rolled on my side and slowly stroked him severe before returning his cock sucking with one of my own. I have found I can apply off long when I am concentrating on giving soul else delight. Ray 's shaft is twice my length but mine is thicker. So each dick has its merits. Who could have known two older married men were in the middle blowing each other in a no-name motel on a tranquility back street in mid-Michigan ?

Ray got on his hands and knees and I entered him from behind. I grabbed his pelvic girdle and slowly worked my cock in and out until we were both moaning again. I felt Ray 's calloused hand cupped my sack as I stepped up my pace. I rammed him in planetary bursts as I neared freeing. Ray pushed back taking all my turncock and squeezing his sphincter to increase the rubbing on my cock. I gave Ray all my juice as he came as well. Spraying his juices on the cheap motel comforter.

We showered together, jacking each former 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 women for procreation. And that men had sex with men for virgin joy. You will get no literary argument 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 .