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 divorce. Naturally, I think we were both hurting over our new realness and we both took to dissimilar things to contend. She developed a new human relationship while I drank away my trauma. This seemed to crop for me but I didn't lie with just how well it would aid me find myself until a few months later.

Towards the end of the marriage I had begun playing an online game with an old admirer 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 natter during the plot about what was going on in our lives and soon enough he would start out to tell me that he had always had a infatuation on me and often thought of making a motion when we used to hang up out together. I would, in bit, 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 wall. One nighttime when he sent me a icon of his TV, I noticed he was enjoying some gay porn. I had had a few drinkable so we were laughing back and Forth River about it. This is the bit it all started.

"You should definitely charge me a moving-picture show of your cock ! ”, he said. ‘ Haha, you are fucking crazy ! ”, I replied. All it took was a few more suggestions of him wanting to see a picture of my putz for him to jerk off to. Next thing I knew I was sending pictures of my dick, raging pratfall, and then followed with video recording of me jerking myself off.

The next daybreak I was scared and wondering :"Am I bi ? Will he tell anyone ?"This went on for a few more months. I would get drunk and send him pictures and he would charge me the aftermath of my pictures, him with cum all over him. Every break of the day after I would curse I wasn't gay and insist that couldnt happen again. Then he came to Town for a visit.

With one mere textbook I became extremely hard :"I am in town, wan na hang out later ?"I immediately took a couple shots and responded back that I would like to hang up out. About an minute later he was knocking on my door. 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 come in and give birth a seat on my cast next to me. I don't commemorate what we were watching but I sat there in sweatpants.

Within instant it seemed, he was giving me the optic. You know the eye,"Please let me get that dick in my mouth !"I played shy for a bit and then the side by side thing I knew he had his handwriting in my sweatpants. His cold hand on my warm tool instantly made me severely. There was no hiding it in my sudor. He began stroking my 7 in of knockout 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 someone before. He pushed my face away with his face and folded my sweats down with his hands. He then gave me one last face before he took my grueling dick into his sass. Oh damn the feeling of his mouthpiece swallowing my pecker turned me on like never before. I made him stop and then lead him into my room.

Once in my room we both stripped down completely naked. There I was staring at 9 column inch of gorgeous stopcock that I needed in my oral cavity at that second. We fell to the bed where we took each early's turncock in our mouths and began to suck like our life history depended on it. The feeling of his vast cock entering and leaving my mouth, touching my throat, almost made me cum over and over. I tried concentrating on his cock and forgetting mine but the way his peter made me feel and the way he was sucking on mine was so grueling to stay intact. At that point he turned me over and moved his case to my ass.

Before I could say that I wasn't fix to be fucked he began caressing my ass with his clapper. His tongue, ever so gently, sliding around and sometimes in my jam. After a few minutes I knew that I needed his immense cock rich inside me. I needed it so much that I began to beg for it !"Please have a go at it me ! I need that putz in me !"He then reached in his pants pocket that he had thrown to the floor earlier and pulled out a small feeding bottle of lube. He dripped some on my hole and used his finger's breadth to work out it around. He then proposed a question that I never thought I would take heed directed at me,"Should I put a condom on ?"I was way too randy for that and just blurted out,"No, just fuck me please !"With that answer he quickly lubed up his dick and slowly started sliding it in me.

When he first started to slide his big, veiny, shaft inside me I started to wonder if I had made a mistake. The first few jabbing had me wincing and moaning in pain in the neck. However, soon, we found our rhythm. My moans of pain became moans of pleasure and excitement. My heart were rolling in the backrest of my head with every driving force. 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 remain inside me. I wanted to stay in that position forever. That is until he pulled out and secernate me to stand up.

I did as I was told and he stood up as well. My cock 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 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 cock for what seemed corresponding ever, careful not to rival my pecker to him as I knew I would frivol away my load at any moment.

Finally, he carried me on his pecker over to the bed and laid me back down. With a few more jabbing I was cumming all over myself. I had never cum so much before. I didn't even know I could hold that much 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 clapper. My dick was still throbbing, my ass still craving. He then took my shaft in his mouth and drained any cobbler's last cum I had left in there. At that instant I fell asleep completely satisfied. When I woke up he was gone, but he definitely did come vertebral column ...