The story you about to read is 100% true. Only the names have changed.
I stood in the shower, letting the tepid water flow across my face and down my chest. This heat and humidity had become so bad that taking a hot shower just meant that you would be sweating before you dried afterward.
I ran my hands down my chest and belly, spreading the shower gel over myself before going to work on lathering up. The touch of my own hand, running over my 50 yo sixpack, made my groin lurch a bit as the memory of pounding my wife's sweet pink slit silly, a few hours earlier, passed through my mind. I smiled. "Yep, pal, you still have it. Can't keep the vixen off of you." I work hard to stay in shape and it pays off, with a wife that acts like a nympho.
I soaped my torso and worked down to my body. My fingers found my pubic hair still a bit stiff, from the dried cum, lingering there. What can I say? I woke up with a hot mouth on my cock and drifted back out, buried balls deep in sweet cunt.. Life is good. She wanted a send off and she got it. She ws going to be gone for a week and needed something to tide her over.
I rinsed my front off and pumped another glob of gel into my hand. I grinned and groaned as I lathered my shaved balls and semi hard cock. As I reached behind me to soap my cheecks and crack, my mind switched gears, delving into the cleft and pressing the gel into my asshole...my mind shifted to cock. Cock, firm in my stroking hand. Cock, salty sweet on the tip of my tongue. Cock, throbbing and pulsing, as it delivers that sweet load in my mouth. Cock, pushing it's way past my twitching rectum and deep into my bowels. Spewing in my mouth. Spurting on my face. Pumping cum up my willing ass. COCK.
Shit. There I was washing myself and just like that, getting hard, thinking about cock, before I had washed the scent of pussy out of my moustache. Dirty Bastard, I am. Horney fucker, I am.
At this point I had dicks dancing in my head and my dick was dancing as well. Like a compass, it led me to the computer and I knew what to do. Craigs list makes it so easy to put the bait in the water. A quick description:GL Masc.48yo BiWM, looking for M2M fun today, with stats: 5'10", 175#, 7+ cut, add a nice pic of my hard cock and the fact that could host the fun and bang. The first email came before I had returned from the kitchen with a coffee.
I was expecting the usual one liner, like "let's fuck" or " I want your load" but, I got something more more exciting.
What I got was a 20 line paragraph, that read like I had written out a description of my ideal playmate. He described almost a mirror image of me. With one exception, he attached 3 pics. The first pic was a full body shot of him on a beach in swim trunks, just to prove he wasnt out of shape. The second pic was a close up of him licking the cum off the head of an impressive cock. The third pic was kicker. He was reclined in an easy chair with an 8" spike of a cock sticking straight up from his crotch, thick as a hot house cucumber, with a magnificent foreskin completely covering the head. Even through his foreskin I could see the defined corona of the tip and there was a tiny shimmer of precum visible.
Was it too good to be true? Probably, but I wasn't going to ponder the possibility for long. I wanted to reply quickly so no one else beat me to it. He probably had his own ad up and he was surely going to get a taker if I didn't act fast.
I sent him a return email, gushing about how nice he looked and how impressive his cock was. I told him the things I enjoyed as they were the same things he mentioned in his initial email. Sent my address along and waited.
He must have been monitoring his computer because out of the blue my IM screen came to life with a message from him. We use the same email service. The one with the big red Y.
He wanted to make sure I was married and not a gay prowler. i turned on my web cam and showed his all the pics of me and the wife in my office and showed him my ring, saving his address in my IM friends folder at the same time.
I'll be there within the hour was all he sent back and then signed off.
My heart was racing, my cock was throbbing and my asshole twitched for the next 30 mins. I was still in the towel I wore out of the shower and decided to stay in it for easy access if he was a "get to it" type of guy. Many are because sometimes small talk can be a nervous affair.
My cock jumped when the door bell rang. I looked through the peep hole and there he was. Now the towel I was wearing looked like a tent but, I figured that would be a good icebreaker so I opened the door.
"Hi I'm Al" I said as I extended my hand.
He gave a firm shake and told me he was Jim.
He looked down at my towel tent and grinned. "Expecting company?" he chuckled as I stepped back to let him in.
Before I could give a witty quip back, he closed the door and went straight to his knees on the foyer rug, and pulled me to him with a hand on my ass. he was a gamer. With his other hand, he tugged the towel away and moaned as my hard dick brushed across his face.Instaed of going right to my dick, he nuzzled his face into my crotch and started licking my hanging balls. When I spread my legs for balance, he took it as an invite to run the fingers of his hand on my ass down through my ass crack and over my winking hole. I groaned in approval and he sucked my balls into his hot mouth. he tickled my asshole and slobbered all over my sack for a good 5 minuets before I broke the silence.
" We better move to somewhere else before I fall down Jim."
He looked disappointed at having to relese my sack but, backed off and stood up. Without a word he walked into the living room and came out of his clothes. When he turned to face me I almost squeeled like a chick. He cock was at half mast. At it's full length but, not totally hard. I knew it was going to get thicker because of the picture and I wanted to feel it get that way.
He was standing in front of the couch with his hand on his hip and his hips thrust out a bit and this only accentuated the size of his meat. he chuckled and motioned at my crotch. I looked down and there was a 6" pendulum of precum hanging off my head. I hadn't even noticed it. I was so engrossed in staring at him I hadn't even touched my self.
"Wait, don't move." he said and stepped toward me. I thought something was wrong until he got a foot away. he reached down to his own cock and pulled back his foresking to reveal a plum colored, glistening, well defined cock head that made me drool. Gripping his shaft he move a little closer and as I watched, he brought his exposed dickhead up under the string of precum. he gathered it up on his prick then brought the slimy prize up to rub it into and around my cock head. Again my knees almost buckled. After he mixed our precum together, he moved back a little and asked, "You wanna taste?"
I didn't answer. I just fell to my knees. As I reached for him he let go of the shaft and his turtle neck rolled back over the head, trapping most of our precum in the space between. A fair amount however had bee forced to the tip and sat in a dollop, in the opening of his foreskin. I gripped his shaft and aimed it at my mouth. Instead of pulling it back, I left his sheath over the head and drilled my eager tongue into the drop of man lube, drawing it out and around his cock. I kept my head tilted so he could see my tongue working the juice around. I looked up and was glad he was watching.
Working in small circles I cleaned the interesting tasting combo of our two sauces, savoring the slippery texture and salty sweet taste. Then I began working deeper, trying to wedge my tongue between his foreskin and pulsing cock head. I could feel him getting harder and thicker with every trip around his dick my tongue made. I could also hear his breath getting ragged. After about 5 minuets of me toying with his foreskin and lightly squeezing his shaft he said, " Let's do eachother. You're driving me crazy and I want you in my mouth."