Date: Fri, 13 May 2011 15:01:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: married guy <bimwmep2007@yahoo.com>
Subject: Me and Rick I

This is pretty close to true.  More installments may follow.  Comments,
suggestions or responses to biepguy@yahoo.com

He chose a motel right on the freeway, a better one than where we usually
met up, but still cheap.  Neither of us likes to be the one to get the
room.  It's not about the money.  Both of us can afford the 20 bucks we
each pay when we get together.  But neither of us likes to leave behind the
evidence that we've been there.  We only pay cash, but even then a driver's
license is required.

We are what I guess you would call fuck buddies.

Both of us are married and both of us are in our late 50s.  At least so we
say.

Rick, or Ricardo, is a Latin guy.  In pretty good shape; thinning hair.  He
was working for the government when we first met but he retired a year ago.
I would have thought that this would open the door for more frequent
action, but it's had the reverse impact.  He's under scrutiny.  By his
wife.  We're both married.  Both have grown up kids.  He even has
grandchildren.  Both of us want to keep this totally on the down low.  But
I have to admit that if I was younger, I might just want to make it
something more.  That's really the first time I've ever felt that way about
a guy, and I've been with a lot.

Rick is maybe about 5 9, average build, a little bit of a gut, but not
much.  Pretty much hairless.  I haven't measured him but he's got a nice
uncut cock, maybe 7 inches.  Definitely bigger than my 6 inch cut
dick. Both are average thick.  He's really a hot guy.  Looks his age, but
then so do I.  If I could make him perfect, I'd make his balls a bit bigger
and give him just a small swath of dark chest hair.  He smells good too,
especially when I bury my face in his pits or crotch.  I've got a pretty
hairy chest myself.  Light brown to red hair, which I'm losing.  Both of us
clean shaven.  Although both of us are putting on years, we're still both
ready for action.  I get hard just thinking about the guy, and it's pretty
easy to get Rick's tool hard too.  And when it gets hard he starts to leak
some serious precum, which I like to rub around his cock and under his
foreskin with my finger and then taste it on the end of my tongue.
 I'm probably in better shape than Rick.  I'm a professional man, with a
convenient flexible schedule.  I'm a white guy. Maybe 5 11, 165.  I do some
running and working out.

I met Rick on the internet of course.  Probably on Craigs List, but I don't
exactly remember.  He seemed kind of reluctant.  Turns out he hasn't had
that much experience and is very much a guy's guy (except in one very
crucial respect).  He put me off at first.  But I pointed out to him that
people in our situation don't come across people we're so perfectly matched
with that often.  I wrote him that we needed at least to give it a shot.
Both the same age.  Both educated.  Both seem to be sensible.  Both
married.  And he declared himself to be a complete bottom.  Now I've taken
some dicks up my ass, but at least right now I really prefer to be on top.
And I definitely like to direct the action.

He was still working then and he suggested that we meet at lunch time and
go to a large park up in the hills.  This made me nervous.  I'm not into
getting it on in public places.  But it seemed ok for the first time.
After all, we probably wouldn't do too much.

I drove across town and found my way to the residential strip in a working
class part of the city.  Turned out there was a shooting there a few weeks
later--late at night.  Right now it was perfectly ok, but my stomach had
definite butterflies.  Who knew who this guy was.

I parked my truck and within a couple minutes he drove up in his dark SUV.
Sun glasses.  He looked pretty good.  I got in.  We were both nervous but
from the very beginning we hit it off.  I was definitely the more
experienced one in the hook up game, although I usually played around when
I was traveling.  In fact he was so much the newcomer to the game that he
used an email that gave his real name.  That first day he gave me his
business card.  I wasn't calling myself Jim, but Jamie--my man sex name.
When I consider his job--with a federal agency, the business card kind of
shocked me.  He knows I'm Jim now, and he knows where I work and where I
live.  But then, I kept that mostly under wraps.  And I certainly
downplayed my sexual history.  I still don't know if he was lying, but he
claimed to have only been with a few guys.

Yet for someone with not too much experience he definitely seemed to know
his way around fucking.

He drove us up into the park.  This part made me nervous, but he made me
comfortable.  We traded the small talk, but we also got into our lives.  I
guess I'm really a gay guy in a marriage.  I like sex with women.  It feels
really good.  But I have never felt the level of excitement with a woman
that I've felt with a man.  These days I find it harder and harder to get
harder and harder--with the woman.  But I'm still hard as a rock just
thinking about fucking a guy.  Or I should say, having sex.  Or maybe even
making love.  These days, I'm all into the foreplay stuff.  Making out,
tongues and fingers and hands and rubbing my body into another guy.  That's
another area where Rick and I matched up perfectly.  He likes to feel my
tongue in his mouth, and tongue-fuck me almost as much as he likes to taste
my cock and feel it slide up his sweet ass.  But I'm getting ahead of
myself.

He was one of those totally masculine guys.  I don't know if you could call
them gay, but he loved the idea of being on the bottom. I asked him once if
he ever thought about fucking me.  He told me he had no interest
whatsoever.  Me, if didn't involve all those preparations, I'd like to try
having him fuck me.  A few years back I decided to try out bottoming, and I
went about it systematically.  I got a few guys to do me, and it was really
intense--but then I kind of lost interest.  Guys just seem to want me to
fuck them.

Anyway, that first day he parked the SUV, put up the windshield screen.  I
can't really remember the dialogue.  Maybe there wasn't any.  He reached
across and pulled my face toward him and soon we were locked in about the
most passionate kiss I've ever experienced.  It went on and on.

We were kissing and groping.  I let my mouth wander onto his face but when
I got to the neck,

"No marks."

"I understand."

I felt his hand on my crotch and I had my hands under his shirt, tweaking
his nipples.  Soon I was on his crotch too.

"Let me suck it."  He seemed almost to be gasping out the words.  There
didn't seem to be anyone around, so I unbuttoned my belt and pulled down
the zipper.  He was on me instantly lathering my briefs, smelling me,
chewing on the cotton.  In seconds he had pulled the cloth away and grabbed
on my throbbing dick. And before I knew what was happening I was in his
mouth.  He really seemed like someone who hadn't eaten for a long time.  He
was that hungry. Burying his lips in my thick reddish bush, he squeezed the
head in the back of his throat.  I hadn't felt anything like this for a
while.  Actually maybe ever.

I was getting close and I pushed him off.

"Give me a turn."  He didn't really seem to care but pulled off, and leaned
back and unzipped.  Now I got to see that nice cock for the first time.  It
was uncut, thin, but at least 7 inches.  Definitely had me beat.

I licked my tongue around the head, and under the foreskin.  The odor was
intoxicating.  The drip of precum tasted sweet on my tongue.  I licked him
up and down.  I really like to get my balls gently licked.  Drives me
crazy, so I decided to give him some of that.  But that didn't work for
him.

"No.  Too sensitive."

I was back on his dick.  Now I had the whole thing in his mouth.  He was
really liking it.  Gasping in little breaths.  I let my fingers walk down
under his balls and my index finger pushed on his hole.  He lifted his ass
up.

"Oh yes."

He reached a hand in his bag and pulled out lube.  Did he want me to fuck
him right there.  I wasn't ready for that.  I took some on my fingers and
worked it into his asshole.

"Oh God.  Give it to me."

I fingered him, licking and sucking that cock.  But the lunch hour was only
so long and he wanted to more of my cock.  I'm sure if I'd said, "I'm going
to fuck you," he would have given me his ass right there, but that wasn't
how I wanted to do it.  I like this guy and I saw some definite long term
potential.

He had his fist around my cock and was jerking me with my cock head pushing
up against his tongue.  He swallowed all six inches.

"Oh God." I was bucking my hips.

I grabbed his face and pulled him off and locked him in a deep kiss.  He
was back on my cock, sucking like crazy.  I was getting close.

"I'm getting close.... Jesus."

Instead of pulling off, he grabbed my ass and swallowed me deeper.  Then I
started shooting.  These days I don't produce cum like I used to, but his
mouth took a decade off my age.  He locked down on my cock, squeezing and
sucking with his mouth and throat.  I was crying out and gasping.  Arching
my back.

"Oh baby, baby....."  He kept on sucking and licking, but I had to push him
off. I was so sensitive.

I collapsed in the seat, breathing heavily.  Spent.  I admire the guys who
can just keep on going after they cum.  But even if I promise myself, I
just can't do.  Just yesterday, I watched some porn on xtube and stroked.
Some cum started to leak out and I lubed myself with it and tasted my
fingers.  I said to myself, "I'm gonna lick up every bit of my cum."  But
then when I came I couldn't do it.  I've never really tasted a full load of
my own.

Rick smiled at me.  "You OK?"

"Very OK."  He was zipping up and buttoning his pants.

I began to come to my senses.  "Wait a minute.  You didn't cum."  I didn't
really want to do anything about it just then but it didn't seem right.

"Don't worry. I'll just fuck my secretary."  He wasn't kidding.

"Is that a joke?"

"No, I do her all the time."  We talked a bit about fucking women.  I began
to realize he's one of these split guy.  A total bottom who wants to be
fucked by guys.  But when it's time to fuck, he wants a woman.  Last year I
met this 30s guy on Craiglist in Austin, Texas who liked to get fucked by
older guys.  It was weird from my point of view.  I can still see him lying
back on the bed, smooth muscled body, nice six or six and a half inch cock,
rock hard on his stomach.  And him begging.

"Fuck me man. Do me."  And when we were done, even though he knew I was
from out of town he started to tell me about where and when maybe we could
do it again.  Coming out of the shower, with his still half hard cock
swinging, he said, "So are you gay?"  He knew I was married.  I said,
"probably."  "What about you? Do you ever fuck guys?"  "If I'm going to
fuck I want some pussy."

I buttoned up.  He started the car and pulled off the windshield cover.
There were a few other cars here and there out of sight.  This apparently
was some kind of cruising zone.  But no sign of police.

He pulled out and began to drive down the curving road back into town.
Then, suddenly, he stopped the car right in the middle of the road.  He
checked the mirror.  Then he just reached over and grabbed my head with his
hand and pulled me into him.  We kissed deep and hard.  His tongue found
his way into my mouth.  My heart was really racing.  I could taste my own
cum on his tongue and lips.  It was the single most electric sexual moment
of my life.  I should have said, "Turn this car around." And gone for a
repeat, but I was too stunned with lust to utter a word.  We just kissed.
Then we broke away.  A car appeared in the distance.  He started up again.

Parking the car in the motel lot, wondering as I always do if anyone might
see my car there, I was replaying that kiss.  I had been playing and
replaying it on the drive over there. I was hard as rock, but my stomach
was clenched.  My phone buzzed.  Text.  The message, "314."  I got out of
the car, walked up the stairs and along the outside balcony walkway to room
314.  The door was ajar.  I walked in.