Here are the facts. I am a happily married man with a wonderful loving wife. We have good sex, (afterward she often says, “That was good.”). We have two great kids who give us no headaches. I love my job. So in total, I am satisfied with my life. But there is one other thing – I like to get fucked. Let me make that clear. I like a man to ram his big cock up my ass.
I don’t want to suck a cock, or even to get my cock sucked. I don’t want to kiss and make love. I don’t want to fuck some guy’s ass. I want to have my ass fucked, pure and simple. I should say in truth that there are a couple of other things though. When I was in college I acquired a nice body. (Previously to that I was a scrawny kid.) Since then I’ve worked my ass off to keep it, so I admit I like it to be admired, in this situation to have my stomach kissed, my tits sucked and my armpits licked, (why is that such a turn-on?) and then my asshole rimmed.
I have a favorite position, and the only one I use. I like to lie on my back, but not with my legs up in the air or on the guy’s shoulders. I like to spread my legs wide and my sex partner to hold them that way, put his cockhead against my asshole (God, how I wish we could bareback) and slowly and smoothly push it in, and then slowly and smoothly start fucking me and slowly and smoothly increase his speed and force until he is fucking me as fast and hard as he can.
I jack my cock with abandon, matching his fury. When he comes I don’t want him to pull out and come on my ass or stomach. I want him to dump his load deep in my gut. I’ve often wondered if without a condom you can feel the cum squirting in your chute. But by his body spasms and his cock jerking I can feel him come. It’s great if we come at the same time.
When I come I’m in Nirvana. This must be what it’s like to get high on meth. For a few precious seconds I’m out of my mind. I’m in ecstasy. When our hearts calm down and our breathing returns to normal, we uncouple and I clean my cum from my chest and stomach, he peels off the condom and we clean up and get dressed and say so-long till next time, and I’m happy. I don’t do this often, maybe every six or eight weeks.
Now that I’ve told you what I like, let me tell you about my sex partners (yes, plural). When I first started to address this overwhelming urge, I tried trolling the bars, but all I found were guys who wanted to get fucked almost as much as I did. I tried want ads (weird results), dating services (everyone lies), chat rooms (also weird… and dangerous) and finally found something called gay-for-pay.
Most of these men claim to be straight but in dire need of money. Maybe, but they will do things I don’t think any straight man would do for any amount of money. At least I know I wouldn’t. It’s funny, but none of them ever self-identify as bi-sexual, as I do.
After trying a variety of guys I found three I really liked, so when the urge becomes undeniable I will call one and if he isn’t available then I’ll call another. With the three I usually get one.
First, Mark. He says he has a steady girlfriend but that he started a business that is in trouble and that’s why he needs the money.
He’s circumcised and his cock has a very slight upward curve. I don’t like curved or crooked cocks. I find them uncomfortable, but Mark’s is just enough so it seems to touch all the right places. He rims my ass really good, and he has staying power, seeming to be able to control it so we come at the same time. And when he comes he appears to enjoy it with almost the same intensity as I do. He’ll close his eyes and throw his head back and I sometimes think he’ll howl.
Bruce is my age or a little older with brown thinning hair which he wears in a buzz-cut about a quarter-inch long. He has a nice chest and a flat stomach but no waistline. He’s the same size from his armpits straight to his hips, has muscular thighs and his forearms are as big as my upper arms. And he’s strong. His chest and stomach are covered with softly curly hair, but I wouldn’t call him a bear. There’s no hair on his shoulders, back or ass.
His cock is about an inch shorter than Mark’s, but that still leaves it plenty long. Whereas the head on Mark’s cock has a definite flange, Bruce’s isn’t as pronounced. He is uncut and the head is smaller, but his cock is bigger toward the base, so when it’s in you, you know it’s in you. When he rims me he does it with gusto, rabidly licking and tonguing my bung hole.
He also has the habit of quietly asking questions while he’s fucking the shit out of me.
Questions like, “Does that feel good? Do you like the way my dick feels in your ass? Am I fucking your ass good?” but doesn’t expect answers.
And when he comes he just keeps saying, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Bruce is married, but he says his ex-wife and child support is draining him dry. I don’t know if any of this they tell me is true, but since I’m honest with them I assume they’re being honest with me.
And the last is James. James is very different. First off, he’s only 22, so he says, but he looks more like 19 or less. At first I thought he might be a trap. He doesn’t have a girlfriend but is playing the field. He’s a student and needs the money for school, books and living expenses. He’s bright and handsome, almost pretty, but something about his demeanor rescues him from that description. He is slim, but I choose that word carefully because he isn’t skinny or even thin. He simply has a young man’s not completely developed body. The form is there, but not the hardened muscles.
He has black hair, but his body is smooth with hair only under his arms, and a black triangle in his crotch. His cock is great; long, thick, straight and uncircumcised but with the foreskin covering only half the head. He makes love to my body and I can’t really explain it, but I love the way he fucks me. If I were ever going to consider cuddling or making love with a guy, it would be James. But that isn’t going to happen.
So those are the facts about my secret sex life. As I told you, I’m a happy married man.
