I will tell you a picayune about myself. I am 60 something years old and married. My wife has medical issues that make sex painful for her. So I have not had sex for over two old age. If it were n't for Rosey and her Sister I would receive a major typesetter's case of drab 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 person stories. My married woman has made it very bring in that she does n't care my intimate fantasy of having a manful encounter again. But the pauperism to be with another man is like an urge I ca n't pass. So I started chatting with people with same itch and found our electronic base away from home, here.

We had been texting for several weeks. The gentleman in question and I had similar backgrounds. Hard-working syndicate men. Large folk with strong tie beam and strong sex drives as well as an open-minded feeling about who we had sex with we are both bisexual. We talked about everything. respective sexual partners, versatile places we had sex, and all the assorted matter that those issue encompass.

It was former fall when we finally decided to go all the way. I am on handicap due to a fall survive winter and Ray worked third shift for a topical anesthetic company. So explaining to our wives that we would be gone for a day or two was not promising to be a dewy-eyed task. But we put our heads together and wind a tale that made sense.

We met early on a Friday afternoon an hour away from our homes. We wanted to be for certain no one would agnize either of us. It was probably more our paranoia than anything else but why take chances ? He had booked a small motel elbow room in a nonde*********** share of a conterminous town. He texted me the information and with sweaty palms, I drove there as quickly as was safe. Like a youthful boy with his dad 's man-about-town, I was excited and nervous.

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

We sat in the room and toast a twosome of stale beverage. I needed to settle my nerve and I hoped Ray felt the Sami. He lay on the bed and asked, `` are we going to get this appearance on the road ? '' His insouciant demeanour both excited me. I lay on the bed next to him and opened his drawers. I moved his wearing apparel down and fished out his soft shaft. I looked at his putz before lifting it in my hired man. Licking the tip then I laid it so I could nibble my way down to his full release.

I rolled his balls around with my rim and clapper. By the time I got back to his peter psyche he was severely. I sucked his head as deeply in my mouthpiece as I could. Working my clenched fist up and down the peter until his groan told me he was ready.

I dropped my clothes in a pile on the floor 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 hole inside and out. I was moaning the unscathed metre as he probed me.

He ran his cock up and down my tornado before working his cock 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 excitation grew gamey. His focal ratio increased until we were both panting as he used my ass for his joy and mine. The clear succus leaking from my cock painted a glistening slur in his pubic haircloth as he squished my cock between us.

We groaned as we slammed together. I put my feet on the bed and raised up so he could get thick inside me. I felt my ass stretching as his shaft got harder and set up to sate me with his fluids. He shoved in and froze as his putz exploded inside me. His hammering my prostate gland made me shoot 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 clump and turncock. I rolled on my slope and slowly stroked him laborious before returning his blowjob with one of my own. I have found I can obligate off longer when I am concentrating on giving someone else pleasure. Ray 's tool is twice my distance but mine is thicker. So each cock has its merits. Who could have known two elder married men were in the middle blowing each other in a no-name motel on a tranquilize back street in mid-Michigan ?

Ray got on his hands and knees and I entered him from behind. I grabbed his hips and slowly worked my putz in and out until we were both moaning again. I felt Ray 's thickened hand cupped my sack as I stepped up my pace. I rammed him in erratic bursts as I neared dismissal. Ray pushed back taking all my peter and squeezing his sphincter to increase the friction on my prick. I gave Ray all my juice as he came as well. Spraying his juices on the meretricious motel comforter.

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

I read somewhere that Greek writers were quoted as saying men had sex with fair sex for procreation. And that men had sex with men for pure joy. You will get no arguing from me. I enjoy my married woman or did until she refused my forward motion. But function of me will always want another man inside me. So Ray and I had programme for another encounter .