So, I am not gay. I am a happily married 65 year old guy, in decent shape. I love women, love sex with them, find them attractive and adore the female body. Over the years however I have also found myself attracted to the male form. I love a hairy guy and I find myself increasingly admiring guys in the gym.
This change started quite a few years ago and was accelerated when I decided on recommendation to visit a sports masseur, perfectly innocently, but found myself becoming aroused by his touch, so much so that on my second visit he, by his own admission, went above and beyond and ended up fucking me. I was somewhat surprised by this whole experience but it led me on a path of seeking out guys for sex.
Over the years I have now met discreetly with quite a few guys, mostly I must say a disappointing experience and I have rarely ever visited a guy more than once. There are one or two exceptions where the meet has been a real pleasure, there is another story in that. Only one guy, again a masseur has got me even close to cumming through penetration, mostly it is just a pleasant experience but this guy may have got me there if he could have gone for a good while longer. As he pounded me I started to feel stirrings inside which I had never felt before, but sadly that was it.
Enough of that and onto my most recent and memorable experience. I met a gay guy called Ian. He has a very private house, I feel safe and comfortable with him and after, unusually a few meetings with him we have become good friends as well as lovers. Mid 50s, nice looking and well toned with a lovely hairy body and a nice cock of around six inches, Ian loves slow and sensual. Kissing, lots of body contact, I love giving him oral, love his tongue and well lubed fingers in me and ultimately his cock, safe only. Its a nicely shaped cock and reasonably thick, so penetration is a nice mixture of pain and pleasure and when balls deep is a lovely feeling as he pounds me. I love to feel him stiffen and cum into the condom, but have always wondered what raw would feel like, being too concerned re health to ever try it. Ian normally makes me cum orally or I like to wank over him to finish the session.
After one steamy session and a nice glass of wine in bed I told him about my curiosity regarding bareback. I knew he did this with other guys, I am just a bit of amusement on the side, and he assured me he and his contacts are regularly tested and he is on prep. My next visit was on the eve of his birthday, we had a whole afternoon to ourselves. He was delighted with the bottle of his favourite malt whisky that I gave him and we chatted, flirted, undressed each other, kissed deeply and headed for the bedroom. When we got there, in a state of passion, I slipped naked between the sheets and as he got in he reached into a side drawer for what I presumed was a condom, however he pulled out a piece of paper, and proceeded to show me his negative results from the day before, smiling, and with a twinkle in his eye, I got the message, and simply said "happy birthday".
We kissed, embraced, I felt his hands all over my relatively smooth body as he moved slowly down the bed. He lifted my legs to access my rear and went straight in with his tongue, which felt divine. He seemed to rim me for an age before reaching for the lube and slowly worked in first one, then two and three fingers, opening me up ready for him. A long squirt of lube directly into me prepared my tight tunnel for his thick cock.
As we embraced and kissed further I took over, running my hands and lips through his gorgeous chest hair and moving slowly down to his cock. He stopped me and reached into the bedside drawer, pulling out a stretchy rubber cock ring which I was convinced would not even go around his cock, but he proceeded to stretch it over his cock and balls, making the whole set hugely pronounced. I went to work with my tongue and lips on his swollen balls, proceeded up his ever growing shaft and finally took his head in my mouth. His cock was now hugely swollen, bigger than it had ever appeared before and his breath was catching as my mouth slid over his head and shaft. I moved back up and kissed him and then sat astride him. I took his swollen member in my hand and guided it to the entrance of my yearning hole. Despite the lube and fingers his head felt huge as it pressed against my entrance. I slowly lowered myself and threw my head back and moaned as his head pushed past my sphincter. I had to pause there, the pain of this invader causing me to gasp. Slowly I lowered myself, moving slightly up and down to accommodate him. With around four inches in me I felt the pain subside and turn to pleasure. I sunk further, moaning loudly and all six inched impaled me. Ian was breathing heavily and I could feel the heat of his cock buried deep inside me. I started to move slowly up and down on his throbbing cock, it felt wonderful, like I could feel every vein and the contours of his swollen head stretching my insides. After a good few minutes of my ever more frantic pounding I could feel him becoming harder and his cock head swelling to proportions which I had never felt before. The deep stirring feeling that I had once before had returned and I felt that a climax could be possible, my cock was as always limp during this but the feeling was deep inside me. Then Ian moaned loudly and I felt him first stiffen and then explode inside of me. It was wonderful to feel his cock pulsing and gushing hot cum deep inside me, his orgasm seemed to last minutes as endless streams of cum gushed from him.
We stayed embraced with me on top of him, kissing gently and he came back down. As his cock softened it slid out of me and I had an empty feeling, I loved it and wanted more!
As we chatted, and kissed and stroked each other Ian asked me if I wanted to wank over him but I said no, I wanted more cock. I wanted to be full of cock and oozing cum until it dripped down my legs, I think the passion had got to me and the words just flowed, he laughed and said he would see what he could do, before kissing me again.
As we stroked further I could feel him becoming aroused again, still wearing the cock ring, which I thought looked painful but he said made him horny. He was on top of me now sitting astride of me. My hands caressing his balls and shaft and bringing his cock back to life, at quite a quick pace as it turns out. Within a couple of minutes he was rock hard and he moved down the bed and lifted my legs, placing them over his shoulders. I was now wide open to his again swollen hard cock. He pushed straight into me, my lubed, stretched, cum filled whole taking his whole length in one push. I cried out as he filled me balls deep. Ian was now more aggressive than I had seen him, passion overcoming him. He pounded my hole ferociously for what seemed like an age, the stirrings inside of me increasing with every thrust. My limp cock was oozing pre-cum as the feelings intensified. I felt Ians cock start to swell, the head filling me even more, his length increasing until he just started to bottom out inside me, increasing my pleasure even more. I thought I was nearing climax when Ian's body stiffened and convulsed as he pumped streams of hot cum into me. I was in ecstasy as his gorgeous hard cock pounded and pumped by hole, but alas the final release didn't come for me. However, most importantly Ian had made raw love to me and we fell into each others arms. If I was gay this could be the man for me!
As we chatted and he asked me about how it felt I told him how beautiful the experience had been. He loved it but was disappointed that he hadn't made me cum, and said he would have to do something about that and also my desire to be filled with cum. He had a twinkle in his eye and I wondered what he had in mind, a few weeks later I was to find out!
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