Date: Sat, 12 Apr 2014 21:09:19 +0100
From: Wayne Buddy <buddyw@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Colin

Colin


My stories are based on my real life experiences as now and again I look
to fuck or get blown by married guys. I live in Edinburgh, Scotland.

In August 2012 I made contact with a married guy called Colin who
posted an ad saying he was a Jambo cock sucker. A Jambo is a Hearts
fan, so I figured if he was into football (soccer) he'd likely be quite
masculine, which is what turns me on. I sent him a picture of my hard 7"
cock and the words "You interested in sucking this?"

He got back almost immediately and said he was interested, but there
were so many emails back and forth I started to think it was never going
to happen. But lo and behold, one Saturday afternoon he turned up
wearing his work clothes (he worked for a company that put up blinds at
that time). He was mid 40s, medium build, 5'10", short auburn hair,
reasonably good looking. He had quite a reserved and unassuming
manner about him, but possessed a quiet confidence.

We chatted a bit about our various experiences (I intend writing more of
mine some time, so I won't dwell on that) and he told me how his boss
would fuck him over his desk, or how Colin would suck him off from under
the desk while his boss was on the phone to a client. He also said he had
been caught by a truck driver one time as he wanked off to gay porn and
from then on this guy "made him" suck him off on a regular basis.

I asked Colin if his wife knew about me. "No", he said, "but I don't think
she'd mind".

"Why not?" I asked.

"This sounds bad", he said, "but it's because my friend fucks her. Cuckold,
I think you call it".

"Do you watch?"

"Yeah, sometimes".

I had once had a threesome and was thinking I'd really like to fuck you in
front of your wife, but as it was our first time I decided to keep that to
myself. But there is something about Colin's manner that makes you want
to dominate him, maybe even humiliate him? I suspected that is how he
got his kicks.

He wanted to stay completely dressed as he started sucking my cock but I
told him to take his clothes off. He did so, but asked to keep his vest on.
"It's a kind of security blanket", he said, so I let him keep it on, although I
prefer lots of body contact and flesh on flesh.

I took my own clothes off and then pressed his head so he would go down
on his knees and I ordered him to suck my cock. It was easy to tell that
he had some experience, he was pretty good at it. After a while I told him
to lie on the bed. I propped his head up on a pillow and then started
fucking his mouth. Occasionally he'd wretch or gag but over all he did a
pretty good job of taking it down his throat. "I can see you like taking that
big cock, don't you", I said and he mumbled in agreement but with a
mouth full of cock it was hard to make out what he was saying. As I didn't
want to cum too soon, I'd pause for breath every now and again, I
removed my cock from his mouth and kissed him instead, while I wanked
his cock, which was nice enough if a little smaller and thinner than mine.
Some married guys aren't into kissing but he seemed fine with it. Then I
put my cock back in his mouth and started fucking again. After a while I
could feel the cum building up and I knew I was ready to let fly. Colin
asked me to cum over his face; I pulled out just in time as a huge amount
of creamy spunk exploded from my cock and landed mostly on his chin,
which made it look like he has a beard. After laughing at him for a bit, I
wiped it off his face.

He tried wanking, and he showed off his "girly bum", of which he seemed
immensely proud and which I knew I would fuck next time he came
round. But on this first occasion he didn't cum. "I need to get back to
work", he said, "is that okay?"

Having cum, I didn't really mind if he left. What a pig, eh?! I did text him
later on and I thanked him for being such a good cocksucker. He said he'd
just fished out a pube from the back of his throat.

"The first of many, I hope", I replied.

"I'd like that".

Our second time was arranged for less than a week later. I sent him a
text warning him that I intended fucking his girly arse. His answer was
"Maybe. Need to be really careful with your thick cock please :-)"

I told him that I'd be gentle. When he arrived we went straight through to
the bedroom and I took his clothes off for him, though again he wanted to
keep his vest on. He lay on the bed face downwards, and presented his
peachy arse to me. It was quite smooth and remarkably girly for a guy in
his mid 40s. My cock really could not have got any harder, and with a
little resistance all seven inches of my dick had soon worked their way
right up his lubed fundament. I started gentle rhymthic motions and he
groaned each time my full length reached maximum occupancy. That
groan started signalling that he felt more pleasure than pain and soon he
was asking me to fuck him harder. So much for needing to be gentle, I
thought, as I picked up the pace and gave him what he was looking for. I
didn't want my neighbours to hear what was going on (I'm not out as bi to
anyone) and I had to put my hand over his mouth as his groaning was
getting too loud, but I didn't slow down my rhythm. He fucking loved it. A
few more minutes and I filled the condom with a torrent of spunk.

We rested for a bit and he told me how he liked to be called names. He
told me how that truck driver he spoke about last time had been
indiscreet and brought his pal to be sucked off too, and how he obliged.
Well, I got hard again.

"I could go again", he said.

"I'm not sure it'll stay hard", I said, "but you can give it a try if you like".

I lay on my back and he lowered himself down on to my pole, it felt pretty
amazing. Now and againg I thrusted as hard as I could to make sure he
could feel me inside him, while he lightly played with his own cock. He
was in heaven. I couldn't cum again (I'm in my mid 40s for fucks sake!)
but he spunked all over my chest, then leaned in to kiss me. His vest got
covered in his own spunk. "That's why you shouldn't wear a vest", I said.
He got dressed and went home to his wife.

After that, sadly each time we made an arrangement there was usually an
excuse as to why he had to cancel. I think he was maybe putting it about
a bit too much. We managed one more meeting, but I was a bit pissed off
because he'd messed me around so much so I didn't enjoy it as much, so
I didn't contact him, and he didn't contact me. Nearly two years later he
got back in touch, looking to be fucked again. But I want my cock to be
worked on by someone who won't take it for granted so I said "no hard
feelings, I enjoyed our time together, but I'm looking for someone who
won't let me down so much". And I'm still looking...