A Confession

“It started when I stopped in Avondale.  There was another bicyclist, and he … “

I was confessing to my husband that I’d fucked a random guy without letting him know first and without inviting him to join in.  Well technically neither is true.  I tried to let him know by texting him but he wasn’t paying attention to his phone and I knew he wouldn’t be; and my second text included the hot random guy’s address and a comment that I wished he was there.  As Kent had pointed-out I hadn’t called; which was accounting to the fact that I hadn’t let the random dude know I was including my husband.  It went down like this which is how I retold it to Kent when I got home …

As background it was warm and sunny; that hadn’t happened for weeks.  In fact it hadn’t been warm since before we left for our Hawaii trip at the beginning of November.  But 76° in January and bright sun had me loving the decision to go take a long bike ride while my husband was bailing out a client on short notice and with a short deadline and an intense amount of work.

I’m pretty self-conscious about my “racing stripe;” my triple open heart surgery scar that runs from just under my neck to my abs.  I rarely take my shirt off despite my enviably hard-honed physique for a middle-aged man.  Today however was a FUCK IT kind of day and I hadn’t bothered with the shirt when I realized the opp to soak-up some sun.

I’d done about twenty hard miles before I realized it; sweaty as all fuck and loving the summery feel of the sun on me, the wind rushing against my damp skin and rustling my chest, arm, and leg hair, and the moistness of my bike shorts and particularly my ass-crack.  I’d long since exhausted my water bottle and stopped to grab a couple of bottles at a convenience store in a Main Street-esque section called Avondale.  Trendy among what we once called yuppy-types; one of my decision factors in stopping was some plentiful eye candy of mostly younger likewise shirtless hunks wandering the main street.

“Dude!  Nice bike … among other things!”

The voice was deep and I felt it in my sweat-laden balls.   I turned to see a hunky thirty-something gym-rat with his shades pulled down to the top of his nose, looking over them directly at me, and meeting my eyes with a grin that was dirty as heck.  The arm that was up holding his shades down to look over them showed a softball-scale biceps/triceps and a thick tuft of pit hair as dark and thick as his head and what covered his chest and ran down his wash-board abs.  Tight trendy shorts showed very strong thighs and calves of death with the thick dark fur continuing.  I couldn’t see his ass but his bulging crotch in well-fitted trendy shorts was sufficient for me to stumble for words.

“Uh … thanks?” I was able to get out and waved my left hand in the air and held up my ring finger at him to show him my wedding ring.

“You’re welcome,” he said with a little laugh as he held up his own wedding ring for me to see.  “I don’t see anyone matching that around here with a bike.  And you’re not from here or my stud sensor would have gone off before now.”  For good measure he adjusted that bulge obviously.

I couldn’t help but laugh.  “‘Stud censor’ dude?  Seriously?  Does that work on anyone?”

He chuckled as well.  “This is what works,” he said and turned so that I could see a beautiful bubble-butt shown-off to perfection in those tight-fitting shorts of his.  “How’s it working for you as if I need to ask?” he said and pointedly looked at my growing dick not concealed at all in my bike shorts.

I took too long to answer because I was fighting the urge to adjust my uncomfortably confined dick; the sweat had the Lycra in my shorts wet enough that my dick-head was fighting the fabric as it grew and was bending my dick uncomfortably.  I’d made the unfortunate (or fortunate as time would prove) decision to go commando in my tight bike shorts.

“So since we know we’re both interested  and I know you’re not from around here how about we cut to the chase and I tell you my house is a block away and I have it all to myself today?”

Fuck!  I’m only human.  But as I deliberated he stretched and showed me those pits and his muscles flexing and the verdict was assured.

“Address?” I said with my phone in my hand.

He gave it to me and I put it into my phone twice as I subversively snapped a pic of him; the first was my nav which showed his house to be a four minute drive away and the second was a text to my hard-working husband with the pic and a request that he join us.

“Says four minutes; and either you walked or have to go get your car so I’m guaranteed to beat you there.”  I didn't wait for his answer; I clipped my phone back in its handle-bar cradle, hurriedly unlocked my bike and threw the chain around my shoulder, mounted, and took off.  I saw him taking a gallop down the street along the parked cars.

It was several blocks not “a block” but it’s a beautiful and very pricey area and the ride was easy.  I’d chained my bike to a tree in his front yard and was sitting on the step of a larger house than the average for the area when he roared into his driveway in an expensive two-seater.  A brief pause while the garage door went up and he yelled to me to bring my bike into the garage instead of leaving it in the yard.  I met him inside as he was getting out of his expensive ride and I was leaning my bike against the wall of his impressively clean and empty garage.  He hit the button and the door rolled back down; much dimmer inside as it closed.

He was upon me and against me from crotch to lips.  A long hard kiss and then he shoved his face into my ripe right pit and sniffed hard and licked aggressively while he ground his hard-on into mine.

“Fuck dude!” I moaned.

“Oh you’re gonna fuck me!” he said with a mouthful of my sweat and left pit hair.  “But first I’m feasting on your sweaty skin.  ALL of it!  Come on!” he growled and grabbed clumsily at my bike shorts’ waist and pulled me toward the door to the inside.

I grabbed that bubble butt … because it was so … grabbable as he led the way.  With my other hand I checked again for a reply from my husband; the message was still “delivered” not “read.”

We didn’t pause inside; he pulled me through large room after room and then down a long hallway to a cavernous master.  The house had to be twice the size of ours and maybe more.  The master was as big as our master sitting room, bedroom, bathroom, and closet combined.  Beautifully masculine furniture and a king-sized bed; the bed was the only thing remotely like ours.

He shed his shorts and kicked off his designer sneakers in a near frenzy; I did the same with my bike shorts and bike shoes.  Both of our boners spring free at once; his slapped his groin loudly and my just waved out in front of me.

“Damn dude!” he said taking in the sight of me.  “A fucking HOT as fuck daddy AND hung bigger than my skills of assessment estimated before!  My fuckin’ lucky day.”

I can’t say I wasn’t flattered; he was a class A hunk, twenty years younger, and HE was into ME!

I didn’t have time to think much.  He launched himself at me and roughly tackled me onto the bed and went about licking my chest and abs and balls and thighs with gusto.  “Fuck yeah!” was all I could say in a gasp as he sucked each of my stinking balls.   

“Good thing my husband is hung nearly to your size; my hole can take it and he keeps condoms for his play adventures.”  It was a quick update right before he went for the main target; my dick.

“Holy fuck!” I groaned when he took me to my pubes in one swallow.  He sucked and hummed on my raging bone and was driving me wild.  When I was his age a blowjob like that would have had me cumming in moments like a teen-ager; one good thing about age I guess was it took a while now.

“Dude your cock is so fuckin’ fine!” he said catching his breath and stroking me with a very firm grip on my throbbing throat-slimed hard-on.

I took the opportunity to tackle him and got my tongue on his neck and in his pits; salty and musky and ripe!  Mmmmmmmm!!!  “Dude I am going to fuck you SO hard and SO long,” I boasted as I worked my way down his torso.

He just growled amid moans that seemed to go on forever.

I bypassed his dripping dick completely and pulled his legs up and went into his crack.  Funky with sweat but still a hint of soap to his hole so all systems GO!  He wiggled and moaned while I devoured his hole.  When I didn’t relent and went into ten or more minutes of munching that hole his begging got demanding.  “Dude if you don’t fuck me I’ll fuckin’ rape your cock!”

I laughed and pulled back and laughed some more.  “Your husband is a lucky guy,” I speculated.

“Dude, YOUR husband is the luckiest guy in the world man!”

“I’m the lucky one,” I replied sincerely and momentarily felt a pang of guilt.  “Where are those fucking condoms?  And for your sake I hope you have lube.”

While he slithered around and rustled in a drawer I got up, got my shorts, and checked my phone again.  I can’t say what I would have done if Kent had replied or even if he’d read my text; but it was moot because it was still “delivered.”  I tossed the phone down and climbed back on the bed.

The dude came up with a strip of Magnums and some lube and held all up victoriously.  “I have to tell you that I’m a once-and-done sort of guy,” I told him mostly honestly.

He looked down and grabbed my raging dick.  Looking me in the eye he said, “Probably best; my proctologist is in Belize for January and if you fucked me repeatedly like I’d like I’d be in the E.R. with some stranger up my ass.  I’m not that kinda guy!” he added with a laugh and a silly grin.

“Uh don’t look now but a stranger is about to be up your ass,” I pointed-out.

“Oh fucking is a totally different standard,” he said like it made total sense.  He gave my dick a squeeze; he was still holding it.  “And this bad boy definitely makes the standard!”

I grabbed the lube from him and he groaned, “Yeah daddy!” and fell back on his back with his legs splayed.

“Nuh uh!” I told him.  “On all fours like the slut you are!”

“Yes sir!”  He was up and on his hands and knees in a flash!

“Hold that hole open!”

His face collapsed to the bedding, and with both hands he reached back and pulled that gym-sculpted bubble but apart to show the tight but well-used hole is made a meal of.  In his haste the condoms fell from his hand and off the side of the bed.  “Ooops,” he said without a hint of remorse.

“You want it raw?  You want my cum flooding that slut hole?”

His answer was either well-acted or now he was thinking of consequences.  “I shouldn’t.  Are you clean?  At least this way my husband won’t know I’ve used some of his stash; he won’t know what a slut I am.  Mmmmmmmmm,” he moaned as my middle finger slid easily inside his burning hot hole.

The irony was that as he clenched on my finger inside him and I burned to jam my rod inside him and fuck his slutty hole I didn’t once think of what a slut I was.  I didn’t think again of Kent working feverishly at home on something I hardly understood but thinking his husband was out for a long bike ride not fucking around.

I pulled my finger out; he moaned mournfully.  I added lube to my index finger and middle finger both and pushed back in and scissored inside him; this time there was a significant resistance and he cried out, “Easy!  I’m not used to that much thickness.”

I didn’t know if it was play-acting and good control in his chute or if he was seriously saying my thick middle finger was all he was used to.  As his muscles fought the spread of two fingers he moaned; again ambiguous as to enjoyment or pain.  “You’re going to have to open more to take me,” I told him.

“Make it hurt!  Make me feel it!!!” he moaned still tight and resistant.

“Fine!  You asked for it!!!  You clean?” I finally asked.

“Tested on the thirtieth.  My husband left on the second for his business trip; my results came up clean on the app today and nobody’s been there.  I can show you if you want.”  All of it was said haltingly as he breathed and grunted while my two fingers scissored inside his very tight hole and channel.

I withdrew quickly; he yelped a little.  I quickly swiped my aching hard-on and then shoved my pelvis forward and got my flared head into position.  “Breathe and relax!” I commanded as I pushed hard against the resistance of his hole and gripped his hips hard for leverage.

“Oh fucking SHIT!” he cried out as my head pushed harder and spread his tightened ring.

I wasn’t even in but he was cursing as I pushed harder and held the pressure steady.  “Open the fuck up slut!” I ordered him and pushed even harder.

It wasn’t an act; his hole was holding tight against the intrusion probably open as much as he usually was.  My god, I thought suddenly; What would he do if a monster dick like Kent’s was pushing into him? I wondered.

Just when I was going to retreat and go back to fingering him open he shouted, “Just do it!  Shove it in me!” and pushed back against me and clutched back at my hip and ass and pulled on me.

For a moment I thought it would be my dick that bent and yielded.  But then with a great howl he spewed a string of curses as I breeched that opening and shoved balls-deep in him; the force we’d both exerted propelled me before I could stop.

“FUCK SHIT OH FUCKING HELL!  FUCK THAT’S SO FUCKIN’ HUGE.  FUUUUUUUUCK THAT FUCKING HURTS LIKE A FUCKING BITCH!  FUUUUUUUUUUCK!”

My dick felt like it was being squeezed by a vise; a burning hot human vise.  I held still because I didn’t know if I could pull back without hurting one of us.  His curses continued.  I spared a thought on the Magnums and his statement that his husband was about my size; obviously not!

“YOU’RE HALF-WAY UP MY STOMACH! FUUUUCK!  IT FUCKIN’ FEELS LIKE YOU RIPPED ME OPEN!”  He was pounding the bed with his fists and clutching the cover as he continued his litany.

“You want me to … “

He growled out his loud reply.  “Just FUCK ME!  Do it!  Do what you came here to do to me!”

I gave a passing thought to No means yes? and for a moment I doubted myself and empathized with all the men who’ve gotten mixed signals during and then either got thanks or accusations after.  I started to withdraw and felt like a layer of my dick’s skin might be left in him.

“FUCKING FUCKETY FUCK FUCKING SHIT!” he cried.  That only pushed me to think this would be over if I succeeded in getting my smarting dick free.  But then with a loud long grunt he pushed back.  “OH FUCKING HELL SO FUCKING BIG!”  He had me balls-deep again and was pulling forward again.

The tightness was painful enough that I groaned and grunted a loud exhale myself; but my primal instincts took over and I gripped his hips tight again and pulled and then shoved again.  “FUCK!” he nearly screamed.  And then delayed came the, “Yeahhhhhhhhh.”  It wouldn’t have mattered; I’d entered rut mode and millennia of primal genetics were controlling the play now.

It took minutes before there was a hint of his muscles giving the slightest bit of relaxation around my stinging dick; but it happened just a little.  He gave a mild affirmation by way of a lessening of the volume of his shouts and cries but still the tightness was painful for me.  This served to work both as a stoke to my ego by suggesting the reminder to me that my dick is well beyond the average despite being scale-dwarfed by Kent’s monster and also to scale down what should have been a quicker build-up to a climax due to the tightness and heat of him.

“This what you wanted slut?” I grunted out as my groin slapped loudly into his bouncing bubble-butt.

“FUCK DUDE!  I HAVEN’T BEEN … AHHHH FUCK!  I HAVEN’T BEEN … NGGGHHHHHH … FUCKED LIKE THIS IN FOREVER!”  It wasn’t responsive to the question but I took it as a yes since he wasn’t bucking me off him.

I pounded away and the burn of his tightness persisted.  I wondered if I’d ever get my nut.  And just when I did my hips pulled back more until my dick-head was in peril of pulling free of him and he howled-out a cry of pain and protest that had me shoving back into him hard enough that he collapsed onto his stomach with a loud grunt.  My thrusting followed him down onto his sweaty hard back and had me drilling him hard and deep at that new angle.

“OH JESUS FUCK RIGHT THERE!” he cried as his body twitched and jolted under me.  “FUCK MAN YEAH RIGHT THERE!”

And then his cries went higher and less articulate, his body tensed from the sweaty nape of his neck to his calves, and all of a sudden the roared-out an affirmation and began spasming under me as I drove into him faster and harder.  “FUCK MAN I’M FUCKING CUMMMMMMMMMMMMING!”

I felt his channel spasming like a milking machine as he writhed under me; that was enough to get me on the slide to release.  I pounded harder to his cries and moans and kept it up as the pressure and tightness in my sac built to the bust.  Finally I drove in one final time and felt my body wracked by the exploding jolts in me and my seed flooded him.

“AHHHHH JESUS FUCK YOU’RE FUCKIN’ BIGGER.  I FUCKIN’ FEEL IT PUMPING INTO ME!”

I felt the heat of my sperm flooding around my head inside his still-clenched channel but honestly was powerless to do anything but pump it into him.  I was less than conscious and rode it out with his sound-track continuing on the edge of my awareness.

His tight sopping hole was like a human cock-ring and I was showing no sign of the usual softening when I became aware of my surroundings.  I was draped over him with both of us sweaty messes and the huge room reeking like a locker room where there’d been a post-game orgy.  I lifted my chin off his shoulder and felt his panting breaths in his muscles under me.  “When?” I gasped and paused.

“When do we do this again?  Or when do you pull out?  Or when … does my husband come home?” he attempted to fill the blanks.

“Last one,” I managed with a little control returning.   

“He flies in tonight and if he’s true to form I’d better have my head game on point or he’s going to have my torn-up hole in the hospital!  OR beat the fuck out of my cheating ass when he feels me stretched to equine proportions.”

“Dramatic much?” I asked and began to lift myself.

“Dude seriously?  That weapon of yours is twice his size.”  Ah the truth finally.  I didn’t ask about the Magnums.”  No way I’ll be back together for him to feel like I’m tight … probably never!”

“This may hurt,” I told him because I was still hard in him as I began to pull out.

When he yelped I decided to go with the band-aid approach and yanked myself out fast.  It hurt like hell to have my layer of skin pulled again but the warm air of the room felt good on my dripping dick when it was free.  I flopped down next to him as he caught his breath.  “Damn dude!”

“Damn dude sorry you’re used to a training dick?  Damn dude I want that ass again?  Damn dude I’m late and need a ride to somewhere near my house because my husband is going to be wondering where I am?  How am I doing?”

I just laughed at the inanity of it all and felt my dick shrinking to its post-fuck norm.  “You write questions for game shows or something?”

He laughed with me.  “Couldn’t be farther from that.  InfoSec … down the block.”  It seemed I was supposed to know what that reference was.  Or maybe his “down the block” was like his “a block away” referring to where he lived and he might work on the Southside!  I laughed again.

“That funny?  What do you do?”

“Retired actually,” I told him without elaborating.  He gave a questioning grunt and I added, “Finance.”

“Ah,” he said enigmatically; I didn’t ask for elaboration.

“I better get going,” I said and got myself up.

“Thanks man,” he said and got himself up with an exaggerated moan and a reach for his ass.  He turned his back to me and bent.  “Do me a favor and tell me if it looks like I could park my car in there?”

I looked down at my dick as soon as I saw how puffy and battered his anus looked; thankfully I didn’t see blood.  Note to self: write a review of that lube!  I stole a glance at the lube bottle and took note that it was heavy duty; I wondered why but stopped myself from asking if his husband was so under-endowed and he wasn’t huge why they needed industrial strength Gun Oil.  “Uh let’s just say it’s noticeable but no additional parking capacity.”

He laughed.  “Fuckin’ feels like it!  You and your husband open?”

I didn’t know exactly how to answer that.  Kent and I enjoyed many men together and had a loose rule about playing with others separately; that had never gone beyond a blowjob before.

“I think I get the answer,” he busted into my thoughts as I pulled-up my still-sweat-sodden bike shorts.  “My husband and I aren’t open either.  But you were so … HOT!”

“Or you were just horny from a week without!” I chuckled as I sat to pull on my ankle socks and get my bike shoes on.

“You might think I’m a ho bro but I haven’t cheated … much.”

I didn’t point-out that cheating was like pregnancy; if you do it you’re a cheater.  I stopped with both socks on and one shoe ready to go on and wondered with fear, Am I a cheater?

At that point in my recount of my afternoon’s activity Kent put his hand on mine and pulled it to his tented shorts.  Still didn’t answer the question but clearly I was getting a pass if I was.  “What I loved about you from the start and for those six months before we fucked Al was your masculinity; raw but refined at the same time.  Men have needs,” my PhD husband said like some Neanderthal shrink.

“Then why aren’t you my virile husband fucking everyone in town?  Or am I Julia Roberts in this script and you are?”

He leaned forward still holding my hand on his raging boner and kissed me hungrily.  When he left me breathless he said, “No judgment here at all,” he began and clasped his hand tight on mine so I gripped his throbbing dick.  “But for me Al you’re always who I want and nobody else measures-up!”

“Fuck!  No judgment but way to make me feel shitty.”

“FUCK NO!” he almost yelled in my face.  “See how hot I am for you hearing about my big virile husband going off for a day on his own and then coming home to me?  Al I’m gonna show you and fuck it into your thick head that what WE do is always US and always will be US.  He kissed me again and hours later he’d done as he promised and we were both famished but in need of a hosing-down.  My dick was sorer than ever; pleasantly so!

“I feel like dinner in Avondale,” he said with a cheeky grin when we were in the shower.  My look of surprise made him smile.  “Strangely the thought came into my mind before you even texted me that address.  Nice house by the way; I Zillowed it when you were … cleaning-up before we ...  Hope that guy doesn’t get a divorce and come after my man with his big bucks and try to steal you away from me,” he said with a grin.

But it was a little too soon for that humor.  I said so as he pulled me into our wet room and under the rain shower head.  

“How about we stay home here together and naked and eat each other instead?” I asked and nuzzled into Kent’s always-open arms. The waft of his musk even under the shower spray made my already-hard dick twitch and drip on his leg.

“Fuck sake Al!” he answered with a quick stroke to my throbbing dick that stung … and ignited me all over again.  That start took us to exhausting the entire contents of the hot water heater and our trusty beast Sasha had exhausted his patience waiting for his dinner.