This is the story of my 2nd guy I had sex with. To read about my first, please look up my first story, "My First Guy: Cherry Busting".
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It had been 8 years since Gerry and I hooked up. We fucked and sucked each other on and off for about 2 years. Then I moved north 150 miles and we kinda lost touch.
I got married and got a good job. We even became swingers and played around with other couples. I kept my bisexuality to myself and didn't tell my wife.
After 8 years of my "gay" celibacy, I was really craving cock. The small town that we lived in was not known for its gay night life and the closest gay bar was about 60 miles away.
I tried to use my wife's vibrators on myself with mild success. Once I even tried to blow a drunken hitch hiker, but he was way too trashed and he couldn't get it up no matter how I sucked his dick and balls.
I finally got my chance when the company I worked for sent out of town. It was a 3 day trip and I knew from the moment my boss told me I was going that I would be taking advantage of that time to get reacquainted with another mans cock.
I arrived into town, checked into the motel, and called my wife letting her know I made it in okay. I then went to an adult bookstore that I had passed, and bought a local lifestyle mag.
In it was an ad from a guy with his phone #. He described him self as 32 years, 6'3 with a swimmers build, and black hair. He further described himself as having a 7 inch cock, being very oral and a "top". I called him and we chatted for a few minutes. He agreed to meet with me. Not having anything to eat yet, we agreed meet at a coffee shop and have dinner.