I was finally home. Home alone. Home, alone and horny. I had three roommates at the time, one couple and a really cute 25 year old gal. The couple, Bob and Gloria, were off visiting family in Southern California while Chelsea, was dog-sitting in another town. I finally had the chance to indulge in one of my forbidden desires.
Hello, everyone. My name is Chris. I'm a divorced, 40-year-old father of one. My daughter lived with her mom after the divorce and recently went off to college about an hour away. I'm 6 feet tall and weigh about 200 pounds. I do physical work, so while I'm not cut and toned like a body builder, I'm not pudgy either. I've been divorced for nearly ten years now. In the last five, I've been exploring some different aspects of sex.
That first year after the divorce was pretty much just fucking my way through the bar scene. I didn't fuck everything with a pussy, but there was one week I brought home five different women, including two that came together. Yeah, I was really "getting myself out there."
About three years ago, I had a girlfriend (I believe her name was Vanessa, but we all called her Vee) that was really all about anal. She loved it, and so did I. She was the first one to finger my ass as she went down on me. While it was new in the beginning, by the end of our four month fuck-fest, Vee had started using a vibrator on my ass. It was her that suggested I try the real thing. She ended up moving away for work, and I couldn't follow as I had to stay near my daughter. While I may have moved on from Vee, I always remembered her suggestion.
About two months after Vee left, I met a couple at a club that brought me home to share. Wife was amazing; killer body, dark curly hair, a laugh that sounded like wine being poured into a crystal glass. Husband was a man, so I wasn't too concerned with his looks. I found out later that he was packing seven inches of meat in his pants, a mite shorter and slightly thicker than Vee's vibe. The couple sucked me for a while, both separately and together. It was Wife that first put her finger in my rear, which cause me to moan.
"You like it back there, huh?" she asked.
"God yes. My ex used to shove her vibrator up there," I replied. They went back to sucking. "She said I should try the real thing." I was in a daze, couldn't think clearly. If I had been able to think clearly, the night would probably not have progressed as it did. Wife's one finger had become two, her eyes watching me bask in the anal attention. She removed her fingers and Husband took over, his hands big and rough in comparison to her soft and slender fingers.
Husband even volunteered himself. "I would love a crack at your ass," he said after removing my cock from his mouth.
Whatever else had been their intention, the night ended up with me getting railed from behind while Wife urged us on. They were obviously experienced, as they knew what needed to be done to prepare. That first time was uncomfortable psychologically: I mean, it was sex with a guy and I'm not gay. I was, however, in sexual heaven.
His cock felt amazing with each plunge into my rectum. I knew that later I'd be looking for more. In fact, I met up with the couple a few more times in the following months and was able to learn quite a bit from them. Eventually, they needed time for themselves and the visits stopped.
My lust for taking cock did not stop, however. I still would spend a night or two with a beautiful woman now and then, but I also made sure to schedule myself some man time. Every couple of months or so I would travel about an hour away to the nearest gay bar. Once or twice I actually went home with a guy. Then, about six months ago, I moved in with Chelsea and the couple.
She is one hell of a looker. I had tried getting in her panties, but never had any luck. Since I moved in I had abstained from sex with men. I was really starting to get an itch, an itch that only became more unbearable once Bob and Gloria left for a few weeks and Chelsea told me she'd be out of town for the weekend. I jumped at the chance.
I started by downloading that app. You know the one. I filled out my profile, took a few of risqué pictures (and a couple nudes). My posting was pretty much as follows:
"Looking to bottom. It's been a while. Can host Fri night after 8. Bring drinks, maybe some flower."
Short and to the point. Maybe too short. And maybe too much to the point.
I got a few replies, but only one really caught my eye. He was a young kid, maybe twenty, that lived less than a mile away. We messaged back and forth, and by Wednesday I was looking forward to a good hard fuck from Justin.
So here I was, 8:30 on a Friday night, making out with a hunk half my age on the living room couch. He was about my height with dark hair, but I never really looked at his face except when greeting him at the door: it was getting his skin-tight Levi's off that I was more concerned with. And luckily, he wore slip-ons, so the shoes wouldn't cause much of an obstacle.
Somewhere along the line these past few years, I realized that men are just as fun to make out with as women. I learned that I loved pleasing men in much the same way I love pleasing women. His shirt was already off and my one hand was playing with his nipples. As I unzipped his jeans, I could tell he was nearly as horny as I was, and I was anxious to get started. However, you never rush things, especially not anal sex. Instead, I concentrated on his moist, full lips and rubbing my face on his freshly shaved cheeks.
