Date: Fri, 6 Jan 2006 12:46:24 -0800 (PST) From: tribeach <tribeachsail@yahoo.com> Subject: Older Married Guy - 1 This is a true story that happened to me twenty years ago. Don't read it if you are under eighteen or don't like stories about guys fucking. When I was a sophomore in college I had hardly fooled around at all with any guys, even though I knew I wanted to. a buddy and I had jacked and sucked each other off maybe three times when I was sixteen or seventeen and that was it. I must never have given off the gay vibe since although I was good looking and had a nice body -- working out with my roommates on the varsity crew team -- nobody EVER hit on me, and I was too shy or tense or whatever to put the moves on anyone else. plus, I had a few gay friends and all they talked about were which guys they or their pals had managed to blow or fuck. no way I was getting into that scene. I had an on again off again girlfriend who was good for some occasional back rubs and fooling around. I also visited a girls college about an hour away where I managed to score OK. But I was horny all the time. so horny, sometimes I thought I would pull my dick off from jacking so much. I once tried to fuck the mud on the banks of the brook running through the woods behind our house! Not as squishy on the dick as it is between the toes. all I wanted was to find someone to suck my cock. I thought about it all the time. So I'm at an off campus bar waiting for some friends and this older guy next to me starts asking me about the football game that afternoon. I don't know what came over me, but as we talked I start leaning closer to him. Feeling this, he does the same. Soon we're having this really basic conversation about the football team, looking over at some game on TV, hands on our beers, but our legs and shoulders totally pressed together. He was a good looking business man type guy and 41, I found out later. At the time the last thing on my mind was his age, and when he asked me to come over to the hotel across the street I just said yes as if I were some kind of pro. Completely boned up and wondering where the hell this was going to lead and not the slightest bit worried about ditching my friends. It turns out he'd put together a seminar there for the company he worked for, and hadn't turned in the key to the seminar room. Next thing I know I'm lying naked on my back on a conference table with this guy giving me a complete tongue bath. I come pretty much immediately. He pulls me off the table and jams his cock in my mouth, so I do as well as I can for a little while, really getting into how much he's groaning, and how turned on he is. His cock is about my size 6' a little thicker, and I'm slurping it for all I'm worth when he steps away to a table over by the side of theroom. He grabs the vegetable oil from an oil and vinegar caddy and, I shit you not, he starts smearing the oil on my still raging hard cock and his ass. He bends over, leaning against a chair back and tells me to fuck him. This was a first, but I'm a can do guy. I find his rosebud, meet some resistence, and figuring what the hell, I jam it in. He growls out a "jesus man, hang on." and I pull out, which he seems to like even less. He tells me to try again a little slower, which I do, and after some gentle pushing and pulling, soon I'm fucking like a piston. He starts jacking and pretty soon comes on the back of the chair with some pretty outrageous groans. I'm still pounding away and he starts getting tired, and makes to stand up and get me off him. But I'm not finished so I just give a few pushes and get him back down and pound him even more furiously, telling him no way he's getting up til I come. so he starts jacking again. I'm having the time of my life. Can't believe this dude is bent over a chair on a hotel conference room with me slapping his ass practically shouting yee haw. I'm hoping someone will come in and see us, that's how pumped I am. Eventually the inevitable begins and I practically lift him off the ground with my thrusts and come shouting as loud as I can. Who gives a shit if anyone can hear. We collapse and laugh a little bit. Then we work out some logistics about how he and I can see each other again -- he was married, I had three roommates, this was before e-mail or cell phones. I saw that guy off and on for almost two years.