My tale begins, ironically, at the end of a chapter. After 7 years and another struggling class, my married woman 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 realism and we both took to dissimilar things to cope. She developed a new relationship while I drank away my trauma. This seemed to do work for me but I didn't get laid just how well it would facilitate me notice myself until a few months later.

Towards the end of the marriage I had begun playing an online game with an old friend of mine who had moved away. I knew he came out as gay while he was in college but thought nothing of it. We would chat during the plot about what was going on in our lives and soon enough he would go to tell me that he had always had a crush on me and often thought of making a move when we used to string up out together. I would, in bout, laugh it off and usually change the subject.

Soon our conversations moved to Snapchat with each of us taking image of whatever was around us at the time. Mostly the TV or the wall. One night when he sent me a pictorial matter of his TV, I noticed he was enjoying some gay porn. I had had a few boozing so we were laughing back and Forth River about it. This is the moment it all started.

"You should definitely charge me a motion-picture show of your dick ! ”, he said. ‘ Haha, you are fucking wild ! ”, I replied. All it took was a few Sir Thomas More suggestions of him wanting to see a picture of my tool for him to flick off to. following thing I knew I was sending icon of my tool, raging boo-boo, and then followed with video recording of me jerking myself off.

The future morning I was scared and wondering :"Am I bi ? Will he recount anyone ?"This went on for a few More calendar month. I would get drunk and send him pictorial matter and he would send me the aftermath of my pictures, him with cum all over him. Every morning after I would curse I wasn't gay and insist that couldnt bechance again. Then he came to townspeople for a visit.

With one simple text I became extremely hard :"I am in Town, wan na hang out later ?"I immediately took a yoke barb and responded back that I would like to hang out. About an hour later he was knocking on my threshold. When I opened it, there he was looking the same as the day he left town. At that mo I knew that something was going to go down, I could feel it, so I offered him to get in and have a ass on my couch next to me. I don't retrieve 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 prick in my rima oris !"I played shy for a bit and then the succeeding thing I knew he had his hired hand in my sweatpants. His coldness hand on my affectionate cock instantly made me firmly. There was no hiding it in my sweats. He began stroking my 7 inches of hard cock 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 person before. He pushed my face away with his fount and folded my stew down with his hands. He then gave me one last look before he took my hard cock into his mouth. Oh damn the feeling of his backtalk swallowing my cock turned me on like never before. I made him discontinue and then lead him into my room.

Once in my way we both stripped down completely nude. There I was staring at 9 column inch of gorgeous cock that I needed in my mouth at that secondly. We fell to the bed where we took each other's cocks in our mouths and began to suck like our sprightliness depended on it. The feeling of his huge putz entering and leaving my lip, 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 feel and the way he was sucking on mine was so hard to stay entire. At that distributor point he turned me over and moved his face to my ass.

Before I could say that I wasn't quick to be fucked he began caressing my ass with his natural language. His clapper, ever so gently, sliding around and sometimes in my yap. After a few minutes I knew that I needed his Brobdingnagian cock rich inside me. I needed it so much that I began to beg for it !"Please fuck me ! I need that stopcock in me !"He then reached in his pants pocket that he had thrown to the floor earlier and pulled out a small bottleful of lube. He dripped some on my hole and used his finger's breadth to put 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 horny for that and just blurted out,"No, just bed me please !"With that solvent he quickly lubed up his dick and slowly started sliding it in me.

When he first started to slide his big, veiny, hawkshaw inside me I started to question if I had made a mistake. The initiatory few thrust had me wincing and moaning in annoyance. However, soon, we found our rhythm. My moan of pain 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 abide inside me. I wanted to last out in that position forever. That is until he pulled out and told me to bear up.

I did as I was told and he stood up as well. My dick throbbing, 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 tool. He plowed me up against the bulwark, staring at me with the most freehanded"fuck me face"I had ever seen. I bounced on his cock for what seemed like ever, measured not to touch my pecker to him as I knew I would take my cargo at any moment.

Finally, he carried me on his shaft 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 often before. I didn't even know I could hold that much inside of me. He pulled his John Rock hard, throbbing phallus out of me and told me to sit up. He then came all over my facial expression and on my tongue. My dick was still throbbing, my ass still craving. He then took my cock in his mouth 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 back ...