My story begins, ironically, at the end of a chapter. After 7 years and another struggling yr, my wife and I decided that it was best that we finally folded and got a divorce. Naturally, I think we were both hurting over our new reality and we both took to different things to get by. She developed a new relationship while I drank away my injury. This seemed to work for me but I didn't love just how well it would help me find myself until a few months later.

Towards the end of the wedding I had begun playing an online secret plan with an old friend of mine who had moved away. I knew he came out as gay while he was in college but thought null of it. We would chat during the games about what was going on in our life-time and soon enough he would set about to tell me that he had always had a crunch on me and often thought of making a move when we used to hang out together. I would, in turning, 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 time. Mostly the TV or the paries. One night when he sent me a picture of his TV, I noticed he was enjoying some gay porn. I had had a few drinking so we were laughing back and forth about it. This is the moment it all started.

"You should definitely send me a motion picture of your tool ! ”, he said. ‘ Haha, you are fucking demented ! ”, I replied. All it took was a few Thomas More suggestions of him wanting to see a exposure of my pecker for him to buck off to. Next thing I knew I was sending pictures of my dick, raging pratfall, and then followed with videos of me jerking myself off.

The following morning time I was scared and wondering :"Am I bi ? Will he separate anyone ?"This went on for a few more months. I would get drunk and send him pictures and he would transport me the backwash of my pictures, him with cum all over him. Every morning after I would swear I wasn't gay and insist that couldnt pass again. Then he came to Ithiel Town for a visit.

With one simple school text I became extremely grueling :"I am in town, wan na hang out later ?"I immediately took a duet shooter and responded back that I would like to hang out. About an hour later he was knocking on my door. When I opened it, there he was looking the Lapplander 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 come in and have a seat on my couch next to me. I don't remember what we were watching but I sat there in sweatpants.

Within minutes it seemed, he was giving me the eyes. You know the oculus,"Please let me get that dick in my sassing !"I played shy for a bit and then the adjacent thing I knew he had his hand in my sweatpants. His cold hand on my warm cock instantly made me hard. There was no hiding it in my sweats. He began stroking my 7 inch of hard peter 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 face away with his face and folded my perspiration down with his hired man. He then gave me one last look before he took my severe pecker into his mouth. Oh damn the spirit of his back talk swallowing my dick turned me on like never before. I made him stop and then conduct him into my room.

Once in my room we both stripped down completely naked. There I was staring at 9 in of gorgeous cock that I needed in my sassing at that second. We fell to the bed where we took each former's cocks in our rima oris and began to suck like our lifespan depended on it. The feeling of his vast cock entering and leaving my back talk, touching my throat, almost made me cum over and over. I tried concentrating on his pecker and forgetting mine but the way his tool made me feel and the way he was sucking on mine was so hard to stay integral. At that dot he turned me over and moved his typeface to my ass.

Before I could say that I wasn't ready to be fucked he began caressing my ass with his natural language. His tongue, ever so gently, sliding around and sometimes in my hole. After a few arcminute I knew that I needed his huge peter thick inside me. I needed it so a good deal that I began to beg for it !"Please fuck me ! I need that cock in me !"He then reached in his gasp pocket that he had thrown to the story earlier and pulled out a lowly bottle of lubricator. He dripped some on my fix and used his digit to exploit it around. He then proposed a query that I never thought I would get a line directed at me,"Should I put a condom on ?"I was way too horny for that and just blurted out,"No, just be intimate me delight !"With that resolution 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 few thrusts had me wincing and moaning in pain. However, soon, we found our rhythm. My moans of painfulness became moans of joy and excitation. My eyes were rolling in the back of my head word 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 ride out inside me. I wanted to stick around in that office forever. That is until he pulled out and recite me to suffer 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 dick. 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 prick for what seemed like ever, careful not to touch my dick to him as I knew I would shoot my load at any minute.

Finally, he carried me on his cock over to the bed and laid me back down. With a few Sir Thomas More thrusts I was cumming all over myself. I had never cum so much before. I didn't even know I could hold that often inside of me. He pulled his rock hard, throbbing member out of me and told me to sit up. He then came all over my nerve and on my spit. My gumshoe was still throbbing, my ass still craving. He then took my cock in his oral fissure and drained any net cum I had left in there. At that moment I fell asleep completely meet. When I woke up he was gone, but he definitely did number binding ...