My narration begins, ironically, at the end of a chapter. After 7 years 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 reality and we both took to unlike things to get by. She developed a new relationship while I drank away my hurt. This seemed to work for me but I didn't know just how well it would help me find myself until a few month later.

Towards the end of the marriage I had begun playing an online plot 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 chit-chat during the games about what was going on in our life story and soon enough he would start to tell me that he had always had a crush on me and often thought of making a movement when we used to string up 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 prison term. Mostly the TV or the bulwark. One night when he sent me a exposure of his TV, I noticed he was enjoying some gay smut. I had had a few drinks so we were laughing back and forth about it. This is the consequence it all started.

"You should definitely send me a picture of your prick ! ”, he said. ‘ Haha, you are fucking softheaded ! ”, I replied. All it took was a few more than suggestions of him wanting to see a photo of my cock for him to twitch off to. adjacent thing I knew I was sending word-painting of my dick, raging boner, and then followed with videos of me jerking myself off.

The following morning I was scared and wondering :"Am I bi ? Will he tell anyone ?"This went on for a few more calendar month. I would get inebriated and send him pictures and he would send me the wake of my pictures, him with cum all over him. Every break of day after I would avow I wasn't gay and insist that couldnt happen again. Then he came to townspeople for a visit.

With one simple text I became extremely punishing :"I am in town, wan na hang out later ?"I immediately took a couple scene and responded back that I would like to attend 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 import I knew that something was going to go down, I could experience it, so I offered him to add up in and suffer a seat on my cast succeeding 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 centre. You know the optic,"Please let me get that hawkshaw in my mouth !"I played shy for a bit and then the next thing I knew he had his bridge player in my sweatpants. His common cold hand on my warm up tool instantly made me hard. There was no hiding it in my sweat. He began stroking my 7 inches of grueling 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 nerve away with his face and folded my elbow grease down with his hand. He then gave me one finally look before he took my strong shaft into his mouth. Oh damn the feeling of his oral cavity swallowing my dick turned me on like never before. I made him block and then lead him into my room.

Once in my room we both stripped down completely naked. There I was staring at 9 inches of gorgeous putz that I needed in my mouth at that second. We fell to the bed where we took each other's tool in our mouths and began to fellate like our lifetime depended on it. The feeling of his Brobdingnagian cock entering and leaving my oral fissure, touching my pharynx, almost made me cum over and over. I tried concentrating on his rooster and forgetting mine but the way his tool made me feel and the way he was sucking on mine was so difficult to stay put inviolate. At that point he turned me over and moved his brass to my ass.

Before I could say that I wasn't prepare to be fucked he began caressing my ass with his knife. His tongue, ever so gently, sliding around and sometimes in my fix. After a few minutes I knew that I needed his huge stopcock oceanic abyss inside me. I needed it so a great deal that I began to beg for it !"Please make out me ! I need that dick in me !"He then reached in his pants pocket that he had thrown to the floor earlier and pulled out a small bottle of lubricant. He dripped some on my hole and used his finger to mould it around. He then proposed a doubt that I never thought I would hear directed at me,"Should I put a condom on ?"I was way too hornlike for that and just blurted out,"No, just do it me please !"With that answer he quickly lubed up his gumshoe and slowly started sliding it in me.

When he first started to slue his big, veiny, shaft inside me I started to marvel if I had made a mistake. The low gear few thrusts had me wincing and moaning in pain. However, soon, we found our rhythm method. My moans of pain in the neck became moans of joy and excitement. My eyes were rolling in the backbone 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 persist in that situation forever. That is until he pulled out and told me to support 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 cock for what seemed like ever, careful not to touch my dick to him as I knew I would fool away my encumbrance at any import.

Finally, he carried me on his tool 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 practically 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 clapper. My cock was still throbbing, my ass still craving. He then took my turncock in his sass and drained any final cum I had left in there. At that moment I fell asleep completely live up to. When I woke up he was gone, but he definitely did come back ...