"So after a few months of regularly getting off to gay porn I decided to seek out an opportunity to experiment and met with a guy in a parking lot of a local store. I have never checked out or noticed another man in a real-life situation, but I can completely fantasize about it if I'm watching gay porn. The thing is, outside of watching porn, I don't find men attractive at all. I don't really know how or why I started, but I began watching and getting off to gay porn. "I was in a weird place after a messy breakup with a long-term girlfriend when I was about 24. That was perhaps when I fell in love with him.2. His cum ran down my abused taint, warm, electric. I wiped them and licked them from his close-cropped beard. I felt his cock's aftershocks deep inside me, where he was lodged against my pussy button. "I thought I'd never have another orgasm again inside someone." I turned back and watched his face he was crying from the force of his climax. He had called me every name in the book: slut, whore, man-bait but as he came up my ass he was all awhimper. We had been fucking loudly for forty minutes when he suddenly got rather quiet but reached an intensity in the force of his butt thrusts that signified his coming orgasm. Later, I was watching the clouds ran in the sky from the tall window - the news had been adamant that it was going to rain later in the afternoon - when I felt him shudder quietly and came past my prostate. "I need you to fuck me, daddy," I moaned throatily. He laughed, a deep belly laugh that sounded so masculine and resounded in his abs, which made my carriage throttle, the echoes vibrating across my flat tummy, where his cock laid, so ready for sex. I contemplated against taking a video - too risky - and threw my phone down the bed - his kid, my best friend's bed - as I twerked my ass onto his face. I took another picture, this time facing the sun so that my blue eyes looked almost radiant as his face was buried between my ass cheeks. That was when I know I wasn't in trouble and soon I would have a very thick cock up my delectable ass. He groaned aloud and looked into my baby blues. Second, and more importantly, he was hung like a horse. I gathered my wits and grabbed at his swollen crotch, which led me to two conclusions. Soon the bulge was a veritable hill, and he was lightly panting as I bent down to fetch a fallen nail or a hammer. We spent thirty minutes in the shed tinkering away, where I made sure to brush at any opportunity at the fearsome bulge in his shorts. He knew about it because his son had to submit the very same project. I asked him, a carpenter by trade, about a hands-on wood project I have to submit for midterms. I picked a time when I know my friend and his mom was away for the weekend. And apparently, they were right on the money. See, I had been told by the boys my ass was my best feature, could have turned a straight man should I want to. I also noted his furtive glances at my nubile eighteen-year-old ass when he thought I wasn't looking. Up until then I was the innocent kid from two houses over who came to his house for games and snack and the pool and shit. That was a major turning point in all of our relationships. er, too big down there," my hapless friend told me. Being eighteen changed me into a veritable walking erection so I asked him what the problem was. He was my closest friend's dad, and was all in all a happily married straight guy with a propensity for dad jokes, but it all changed when my friend confided in me that he heard his dad and his mom fight - of all possible things - about sex. I hissed, shuddering in warm, wet delight. I reached for my phone and took a photo, just as he was swiping a large swathe of his tongue across my perineum. My vision continued further down to where his own huge thighs met, at the downy root of his humongous cock, which was dripping precum resolutely onto his abs.
There he was, his handsome face smothered in my milky goodness: his huge arms holding my thighs apart, down to his magnificent dad-bod still in his prime. "Your hole's so delicious," he murmured, sliding a finger across my anal opening. I could feel his mouth smile against my ass meat as I did. I arched further, bending my waist so that more of my ass was within his reach. His first licks were tentative, like a kitten lapping at milk.