My name is Josh and I am a twenty-five year old married man. I have been married for two years now and I have a decent job as well. One thing has been bothering me lately. I have the urge to try cock with another man. My wife has been distant these past months and I started to look at men more closely. I didn't want to go through life and miss out on something that I really wanted.
I gave in and placed an online ad to meet some men in my age group. I worded things very specifically. I wanted a professional male who had some interests that I had. I asked for a photo to weed out any undesirables. I did get quite a few replies. I eliminated at least three-fourths of them. A few were close, but I really didn't get the person I wanted.
A reply came in a week later. He said his name was Tom. He was single, around my age and looking for a 'friend with benefits.' He sent his photo to me and I wasn't disappointed. Tom was thin with black hair. He told me where he worked and everything seemed to be clicking together. I replied back and we decided to meet at a coffee shop to see if it was meant to be.
I met Tom one Saturday morning. I didn't have to hear him speak to know he was the guy for me. I got the impression Tom liked me as well. We talked for maybe fifteen minutes when Tom asked me a question.
"Do you want to come back to my place for awhile?"
I told him I did and we left the coffee shop and drove to his apartment. Tom had told me he had a little experience with men, but not much. I told him I didn't have any, but was eager to try. We barely entered the apartment when Tom was kissing my mouth. It took me by surprise, but I opened my mouth to him. He pulled me to his body and I could feel his bulge pushing into my cock.
We didn't waste much time until we were back in Tom's bedroom. I was a little anxious at first, but I didn't need to be. We both stripped down and I got to see Tom naked for the first time. His cock was longer than mine, but a little on the thin side. I was average length, but my dick was alway thick. That was the one complaint my wife always had. I guess that was one reason sex had tapered off between the two of us. It always hurt according to her.
We made our way to the bed and Tom pulled me on top of him. Our cocks were pressed together, rubbing hard into each others stomachs. I couldn't believe how much I wanted sex with Tom. I think he felt the same way. Tom spread his legs and I felt my dick dipping down to where his hole was. Tom looked into my face and I knew he wanted my cock.
"Go slow Josh, I am pretty tight back there."
Tom also reached over to the night stand and grabbed a vial from it. He opened the cap and took a good sniff and then pushed it under my nose. One whiff and my head started swimming.
"Poppers," he said.
All I knew was my cock was awfully hard right then. I took hold of Tom's ankles and brought them over my shoulders. My mushroom head was resting right at his opening and then I started to push. Fuck, was his ass tight. Poppers or not, I had to work my dick past his rim to enter his bottom. Tom let out this moan like he had been stabbed. I kept trying to push my hips forward and give him my stiff member.
It took awhile, but I eventually had my dick inside Tom all the way.
"Fuck me hard Josh, I need your thick cock," Tom pleaded with me.
That is exactly what I did. I slammed my prick in all the way. God was Tom's ass tight. By this time I didn't care any longer. I had to have him as my lover. I pulled out until just the head of my dick was barely in place and then I shoved it all the way into Tom's gut. Tom was using his ass muscles to try and pull me deeper inside him. I kept looking down at Tom's face. He seemed lost in fuck lust.
Maybe I was losing it as well. We were both sweating and you could hear as my hanging balls slapped against Tom's ass. I wanted him worse than I had ever wanted my wife. I hated to think that way, but it was true.