Would I Have Lied It

Continuing the search to find an answer to my curiosity about bisexuality, and myself!

After I left the Navy all thoughts about my bi romp in New York were pushed to the back of my mind. I married a lovely girl; we had two adorable children and settled into a life of married bliss. Some years later I was working in London's Soho district when I saw a guy who I thought I recognised. I followed him into a local pub, as he got to the bar he turned so that he was facing me. It was Dave my New York gay friend, he looked at me and recognition filled his face. We embraced but I pulled away when he tried to kiss me, I explained that the time in New York was my first and last man to man sex I had tried. We had a beer and chatted like old friends, well after all he had popped my anal cherry, and his was the first cock I had sucked. He told me that Mike had left New York and was living in San Francisco, Dave said he was in London for another four days before moving on to Germany.

He had come to Soho, as this was London's gay area, but was staying at a small hotel in Islington. My mind kept drifting back to the great time we had shared years before in New York, Dave must have sensed this and put his hand on my thigh and gently rubbed it.I was beginning to melt, and he moved his hand up towards my crotch. He started to caress my cock through my trousers and I started to squirm in my chair. It was a gay pub so nobody was taking any notice of us. I was a married man now, and this shouldn't be happening, but it was. Dave took my hand and placed it in his lap, and lust took over. He asked if I wanted to go back to his hotel with him, just for old time's sake he said. I had completed my days work so I said OK; we called a cab and headed for Islington.

At the hotel I phoned my wife to say I had met an old friend and would be home when I got there, she was OK with this and said have a good time. I thought I sure will, but was still nervous about going with a male again after all these years. We went to the bar and ordered a couple of cold beers, and sat quietly talking. Dave said that he had always remembered that afternoon in New York, and always wondered why I hadn't returned for more. I told him that I had felt a little bit uneasy with what had happened, I had enjoyed the experience but didn't want anymore man on man sex. We finished our drinks and Dave asked if I wanted to go up to his room, I agreed as long as I could call a halt if I wanted. He agreed, and we got in the lift to his room....

When we entered the room, Dave walked up behind me and put his arms around me pushing his body against my back. He started to nuzzle my neck as he undid the buttons on my shirt he slid my shirt of off my shoulders, and caressed my naked chest. His hands moved down to the buckle of my belt, within seconds my trousers were in heap around my ankles. I stepped out of them, and he started to push my briefs down my body. I could feel his hardening cock pressing into the crease of my arse, and then he said I seem to remember that you enjoyed this in New York. He slipped to his knees and ran his tongue the length of my crease, his tongue then burrowed into my rosebud pushing it's way passed my sphincter and into my anus. What he was doing now had caused me to lose my anal cherry to him in New York; I was in ecstasy my cock was as hard now as it was then. He stood up and pushed me onto the bed in one easy movement, I watched as he slowly removed his clothing bit by bit. It was more of a striptease than anything, he was finally naked his cock was standing at half-mast. He looked almost as I remembered him all those years ago, his cock was shaved and the head looked good enough to eat. I still felt I shouldn't be here doing this, but I had to do it again I needed his cock. I leant forward and as I sucked his cock into my mouth, I said I liked this in New York as well.

He pulled out of my mouth and turned into a sixty-nine position, and sucked my balls into his mouth, I licked him all over and slid up so I could lick his arse. He took my cock into his mouth, spread my arse cheeks and massaged around my rosebud. I said to him I need to see if I can take your wonderful cock up my arse, so stop messing and fuck me. Was this really me talking? but I was really horny and my cock was oozing pre cum like an open tap. Dave stood up and reached into the bedside draw, he took out a bottle of warming KY oil and poured some under my ball sac. No sooner had it started to run down toward my puckered hole it started to get warm, it touched my arse and Dave pushed a finger into my hole causing the oil to follow it. This was just about all I could stand, I shouted at Dave either to fuck me now or find somebody who could.

I was on my hands and knees, and Dave worked a couple of fingers into me for a short time, then placed the head of his cock against my arse. He spread my cheeks with his hands, before he could push into me I pushed back and impaled myself on his cock. I had pushed all six inches of his man meat up my backdoor in one go, it hurt like hell as it had been a long time since I had anything bigger than my fingers up there. Dave realised that I was in some discomfort because he never moved, as the pain died I started moving backwards and forwards riding his cock. I told Dave that I wanted to watch his face while he fucked me, he turned me on to my back and slid back into me. We started to fuck like wild animals; he leaned forward and kissed me sucking my tongue into his mouth. I felt him start to swell inside of me and then he exploded filling my insides with cum. As Dave filled me with his hot cum I started to cum as well, I hadn't even touched myself yet here I was cumming like never before. I could feel Dave's softening cock sliding back down my gaping anus, it came out with an audible pop as we embraced and shared a long lingering kiss.

We decided that a shower was needed by us both, as I got up from the bed I could feel Dave's cum trickle out of my arse and run down my legs. Dave pushed a finger up me to stop it running out, saying that he wanted to clean me with his tongue when we got into the shower. In the shower he knelt behind me and sucked all the cum from my arse, I returned the favour and sucked his limp cock into my mouth. I felt depraved as I sucked him, as I could taste my arse juices on him but I was so high on sex I just loved it. Dave was beginning to grow in my mouth, I took him all the way in until I felt him hit the back of my throat. I started to gag, but carried on swallowing until he entered my throat. He then started to plunge in and out; I formed a tight ring with my lips around his shaft. Dave lost control and face fucked me like the slut I was becoming, he blew another load of cum straight down my throat I was in lust.

I kept his receding erection in my mouth I wanted to saviour the moment, I thought he was going to cum again as he started to moan. A hot liquid was filling my mouth; he was pissing into it. I took his cock from my mouth and sprayed his piss all over my face; I held a mouthful in my mouth until he was finished I wanted to repay him. I stood and leaned in to kiss him forcing the piss from my mouth into his, he wanted more so I pushed him to his knees. He took my cock into his mouth just as I started to let go with a stream of hot golden piss; Dave controlled the flow by squeezing the base of my cock. He drank all that I could give him, I pulled him up and we kissed, the taste of piss was on both our tongues. We washed each other gently, and walked slowly into the bedroom. We made love to each other slowly and gently. I fucked arse for the first time since New York, and Dave made love to my arse for what seemed hours. I left the hotel with a heavy heart, as I knew I wouldn't be seeing Dave again.

This is again a fantasy, the second since meeting two gays in New York along time ago. I wish fantasy would become reality.