In the late 1990's I was thirty-six years old, trapped in a sexless marriage with a woman who had changed completely over the years we were married. In the start she was sexy, fun and we had a good, loving marriage with a healthy sex life. She started having mental problems with anxiety and depression. I worked hard to help her with therapy and tried to make the marriage work. Unfortunately she was in a downward spiral that she either wouldn't or couldn't come out of. I was also starting to go crazy with the lack of sex and feelings of futility with her condition and an unrescuable relationship. Fortunately, we didn't have any children to subject to our dysfunctional family,
I was so horny that I tried meeting a few women online just for sex. I met some sexy women where we had dinner and a nice fuck, but it always ended that they wanted more and it quickly became complicated. On the online dating site, there were also M2M ads and I decided to see if this could be a possibility for some satisfying, NSA sex. Although I had no experience with man-to-man sex, I did have some bisexual feelings and thought it might be fun to experiment..
I met a couple of married guys and a few gay men, but it really didn't click. After these initial experiences, I had pretty much decided that mansex was not going to be an option. I had, however, made one more meeting with a gay Polish man named Tomek and decided to keep the appointment. All my previous dates had been with feminine, smooth guys where I was clearly the top.
On my way to his apartment, I wondered why I had even agreed to meet him. He was the opposite of what I had been looking for as he was very masculine, hairy, muscular and had a bushy beard. There was something about his dreamy, green eyes that had attracted me, but I couldn't put my finger on why I felt an attraction.
I arrived at his place at the appointed time and apprehensively rang the bell. When he opened the door, the first thing I noticed were his eyes. They were piercing and exactly like his photo. He greeted me with a firm handshake in his large, warm paw.
I was getting excited and could feel blood rushing to my forehead and cock. He invited me in to sit on the sofa and poured each of us a large glass of straight ice-cold vodka. He was about five feet, eleven inches, two hundred pounds and told me he was thirty four. He had a crew cut with a somewhat receding hairline and a flaring Roman nose. He was wearing a white V-neck T-shirt which showed off his pecs and just the beginnings of a belly. His arms were very strong and hairy and there was a big tuft of hair peeking out of the V-neck. His beard was well groomed and he apparently just came out of the shower as he smelled of soap and deodorant. He had a nice package filling his tight jeans that held the promise of a nice cock. Fuck, he was hot! How was I attracted to such a masculine man?
We were both extremely nervous as we sat on the sofa sipping our vodka. He compensated for his nervousness by talking incessantly. He showed me his stereo equipment, computer and other things he was quite proud of. He asked me a lot of questions about my life and marriage. I was beginning to think he was not interested in sex and this was his way of buying time. My cock was rock hard just being in his presence and I wanted to make the first move, but I was somehow afraid of being rejected by this hot man. I finally balled up enough courage to look him in the eye, nodded my head and said, "Maybe we could........".
"Fuck, I thought you would never ask," he replied and we leaned in and started kissing. We started feeling each other's chest. Our hands were exploring each other's bodies and our tongues, each other's mouths. My tongue found his wiry beard and I licked and chewed on this symbol of his masculinity. My cock was straining my jeans and I could feel precum flowing from my throbbing cock. We were soon snogging and groping each other like bulls in heat. We pulled off our T-shirts and started licking each other's chests. His nipples were like hard buds and I chewed and nursed them greedily. I soon found his bushy armpits and licked and chewed the hair. He was doing the same to me and I was wild. I had never been this horny in my life.
He took my hand and pulled me off the sofa and led me to his bedroom where we stripped out of our jeans. He was going commando and his thick, veiny, uncut cock sprang out. I went on my knees and licked and sucked the head and gulped the monster down my throat. I bobbed up and down aggressively to feel his steel rod fuck my throat, forcing myself to gag multiple times. The gag reflex was really turning me on. I licked up and down the veiny shaft, inserted my tongue in between his foreskin and cockhead which drove him wild. I licked and buried my face in his ample bush enjoying the scent of a clean, manly cock. I teabagged his large, hairy nutsack and pressed my tongue between his balls and pressed my face in, licked and sucked and the sensation was like eating a nice thick-lipped pussy, but with a hearty masculine musk. This drove him crazy and he was shuddering and moaning, "Fuck yea man, eat my sack!" I was in a frenzy and my cock was pouring precum over the floor.
He pulled me up on the bed into a sixty-nine position and slurped my rockhard seven inches down his throat. I sucked his thick log down my throat and he pumped in and out to get my gag reflex going. His heavy, hairy ball sack slapped my nose and prevented me from breathing when he pressed his cock deep into my throat. His warm mouth sucking on my cock was driving me mad and he was slurping up my copious precum. He moved to lick and suck my balls and I squirmed with delight. He continued to my taint and then I felt his scratchy beard and warm tongue brush my hole. Fuck! I almost jumped off the bed! He licked, sucked my hole and tongue fucked me deep. I had never had such a strong sexual experience.
