My story begins, ironically, at the end of a chapter. After 7 geezerhood and another struggling year, my wife and I decided that it was best that we finally folded and got a divorcement. Naturally, I think we were both hurting over our new realness and we both took to different things to cope. She developed a new human relationship while I drank away my scathe. This seemed to work for me but I didn't recognize just how well it would aid me find myself until a few calendar month later.

Towards the end of the union I had begun playing an online game with an old protagonist of mine who had moved away. I knew he came out as gay while he was in college but thought zippo of it. We would chat during the plot about what was going on in our sprightliness and soon enough he would start to tell me that he had always had a press on me and often thought of making a relocation when we used to hang out together. I would, in turn, laugh it off and usually change the subject.

Soon our conversations moved to Snapchat with each of us taking pictures of whatever was around us at the metre. Mostly the TV or the wall. One dark when he sent me a picture of his TV, I noticed he was enjoying some gay porn. I had had a few drinks so we were laughing back and forth about it. This is the moment it all started.

"You should definitely ship me a picture of your dick ! ”, he said. ‘ Haha, you are fucking crazy ! ”, I replied. All it took was a few more proposition of him wanting to see a picture of my cock for him to buck off to. Next thing I knew I was sending characterization of my dick, raging pratfall, and then followed with videos of me jerking myself off.

The succeeding morning I was scared and wondering :"Am I bi ? Will he secernate anyone ?"This went on for a few more months. I would get inebriate and send him photograph and he would send me the consequence of my depiction, him with cum all over him. Every aurora after I would swan I wasn't gay and insist that couldnt happen again. Then he came to townsfolk for a visit.

With one simple textbook I became extremely hard :"I am in townsfolk, wan na hang out later ?"I immediately took a pair off shots and responded back that I would wish to hang out. About an hour later he was knocking on my doorway. When I opened it, there he was looking the same as the day he left Town. At that moment I knew that something was going to go down, I could feel it, so I offered him to do in and take a place on my lounge succeeding to me. I don't call back what we were watching but I sat there in sweatpants.

Within minutes it seemed, he was giving me the eyes. You know the eyes,"Please let me get that peter in my mouth !"I played shy for a bit and then the next thing I knew he had his hired hand in my sweat pants. His dusty helping hand on my warm cock instantly made me hard. There was no hiding it in my sweats. He began stroking my 7 inches of arduous shaft and I don't know what came over me but I leaned in and started making out with him as hard as I have ever made out with someone before. He pushed my aspect away with his face and folded my effort down with his script. He then gave me one last look before he took my hard dick into his lip. Oh damn the feeling of his mouth swallowing my dick turned me on like never before. I made him block and then top him into my room.

Once in my way we both stripped down completely naked. There I was staring at 9 inches of gorgeous cock that I needed in my mouth at that second. We fell to the bed where we took each former's cocks in our mouths and began to suck like our life-time depended on it. The feeling of his huge peter entering and leaving my mouthpiece, touching my throat, almost made me cum over and over. I tried concentrating on his cock and forgetting mine but the way his dick made me finger and the way he was sucking on mine was so hard to persist intact. At that point he turned me over and moved his face to my ass.

Before I could say that I wasn't make to be fucked he began caressing my ass with his tongue. His knife, ever so gently, sliding around and sometimes in my jam. After a few minute I knew that I needed his huge cock trench inside me. I needed it so practically that I began to beg for it !"Please fuck me ! I need that tool in me !"He then reached in his pants air hole that he had thrown to the floor earlier and pulled out a small bottle of lube. He dripped some on my golf hole and used his digit to work it around. He then proposed a question that I never thought I would hear directed at me,"Should I put a condom on ?"I was way too corneous for that and just blurted out,"No, just fuck me please !"With that solution he quickly lubed up his dick and slowly started sliding it in me.

When he first started to slide his big, veiny, dick inside me I started to wonder if I had made a mistake. The first of all few thrusts had me wincing and moaning in pain. However, soon, we found our rhythm. My groan of infliction became moans of pleasure and excitement. My eyes were rolling in the back of my head with every thrust. His panting made me more hot and I found myself pushing my ass towards him while reaching around pulling him to me. I wanted him to stay inside me. I wanted to stay in that positioning forever. That is until he pulled out and recite me to brook up.

I did as I was told and he stood up as well. My cock throb, wanting to cum so bad but also not wanting this to end. He grabbed ahold of my ass and lifted me up unto his equally throbbing hawkshaw. He plowed me up against the wall, staring at me with the most handsome"fuck me face"I had ever seen. I bounced on his cock for what seemed like ever, deliberate not to touch my dick to him as I knew I would shoot my load at any here and now.

Finally, he carried me on his cock over to the bed and laid me back down. With a few more thrusts I was cumming all over myself. I had never cum so much before. I didn't even know I could hold that a lot inside of me. He pulled his rock hard, throbbing penis out of me and told me to sit up. He then came all over my face and on my tongue. My shaft was still throbbing, my ass still craving. He then took my pecker in his back talk and drained any last cum I had left in there. At that present moment I fell asleep completely satisfied. When I woke up he was gone, but he definitely did come backrest ...