Making progress
Despite my decision to stop looking for men, I returned to the dating website. Soon I was chatting with a guy of forty-five who declared that he was only interested in older men. He liked the picture of my behind and asked for more. It was promising that he said that he liked most of all to fuck.
Most men I had met until now were kissers and wanted their cocks sucked. This man, I will call him Fred, was a gym teacher, married and father of three children. We decided to meet. We could either rent a room for a few hours or meet at my place. My wife was abroad for some days so I invited him to come.
I knew I took a risk by inviting a strange man into my home but I was so horny to get fucked that I took the risk. That same day I did not eat till the evening when he arrived. I had gone to the toilet several times to empty my bowels and was rather convinced that I was ready for him.
As he arrived, I was pleasantly surprised to see a handsome man, quite muscular with a nice face. I was getting used now to the short introductions between gay and bi-sex men. The accepted ritual is to discuss what we like to do and what were our limits. Safe sex, kissing, anal, it was all agreed in advance over a glass of wine that he had asked for.
“Come here sit, next to me,” he said. As soon as I did he hugged me, kissed me and pushed his tongue deep into my mouth.
Again this tongue thing! What do men like about this? He had a mustache that prickled my lips. Then he pushed me down towards his cock and had me suck him. After some kissing, he suggested that we went to the bedroom. I lay down on my wife’s spot and watched Fred, his cock rock hard.
He had me turn around face down and he squeezed my buttocks, my main asset. Soon he wanted to fuck me. He lubed my asshole and massaged it, checking that I was ready to receive him. He put on a condom. Then he mounted me and entered my ass.
The actual feeling of his cock in my ass was okay, but more than everything else was the excitement finally to get fucked! He started fucking with very powerful thrusts, pushing me forward till my head was stuck in my wife’s pillow. I could smell her perfume.
He leaned forward, pushing my shoulders deep into the mattress, pounding my ass even harder. A few times, he stopped to slap my buttocks loudly. They were shaking from left to right, then he continued humping me.
I was moaning all the time and encouraging him. I felt that my asshole was totally relaxed to have his cock but I began sensing a burning feeling.
Fred stopped and said that a lot of dirt had appeared on his condom. We went to the shower and cleaned ourselves. After returning to the bedroom, he put on a new condom and resumed fucking. He stopped to check my ass and I heard him spit on my asshole.
That was against the rules of safe sex, I realized. We changed position to doggy style and later he had me stand bent over and fucked me. It was quite a long time now but he did not cum. He stopped when there was again dirt on the condom and he complained about it. After showering he left. Neither of us had cum but I felt satisfied. I finally had got a real fuck, no dildo or fingers, but a real cock.
For a few days, I felt my sphincter very released. I took care that no traces of any kind were left in the bedroom.
A bottom has to know how to prepare himself
The next time I invited Fred to my place was when my wife was out again for a few days. This time, I planned things better. First of all, I wanted to get fucked in different positions. I wanted to have it missionary style. While chatting with Fred, he expressed the wish to fuck me on a table. I liked the idea; as a young man, I had fucked my wife sometimes on the dining table.
After the experience of last time, I decided to prepare my body thoroughly. I did not eat since the evening before our meeting and had an enema that evening. Fred told me that he would arrive at my place at noon. I had taken a day off from my work. I planned to have a deep enema again at nine o’clock that morning.
Before I had time to do that, Fred send me a message that he would come much earlier than planned. So I had to hurry to take the enema. I filled myself with water and emptied my bowels. As Fred arrived I had already prepared the dining table for the fuck he wanted to give me. Since this was the second time we met, I was not nervous like the first time. We began with some kissing and hugging.
We were both nude in the living room. On the tv, I had a selection of porn movies as he had suggested the previous meeting. I climbed on his lap and kissed him. To my surprise, my cock was standing hard. In fact, my cock was bigger than his, but that was not important. When he suggested we go to the bedroom, I took my wife’s spot again where I had placed a large bathing towel on the sheets.
First, he had me turn on my tummy again and at once penetrated me deep. After some fucking he had me turn around to get it missionary style. I like to spread my legs for him, just like a woman and see him point his cock between my legs, entering me. He did not lie on my chest but held my legs spread in the air. Then he pressed my legs towards my chest while pumping my ass.
Then it happened. Fred’s arrival an hour earlier than planned had not given me the opportunity to release all the liquid from my bowels. That happened now, to his great surprise. I had the quick reaction to pull the towel around my ass and catch the fluids. Within seconds, Fred was in the shower cleaning himself. While he was showering, I was sitting on the closet to empty myself further.
I realized that I had never been using the toilet like that while my wife was present. Now I was doing it while a guy was with me whose last name I did not even know. After showering, we returned to the living room, to continue.
Next was the table fuck. I had prepared the table with a plastic cover. Fred put on a new condom and while I was lying with my back on the table he lifted my legs on his shoulders. Pulling my abdomen towards him, he impaled me on his cock. As he was fucking me his hips made slapping noises on my buttocks. He smiled at me, fucking with force.
Again he lifted my legs towards his chest, spreading my ass for him. I felt his cock touch my prostate. After some fucking, we changed position again. He had me bend over the low table in front of the television and fucked me doggy style. It was clear that he would not cum, after more than an hour of fucking.
He told me that he would not cum because the condom made him feel much less than fucking bareback. So we stopped and while he was lying on the couch he masturbated while I hugged him. As he finally shot his load, I could hardly see any cum on his belly, just some watery drops. A strong smell of ammonia appeared.
After cleaning again, Fred left. A few minutes later, he returned. He had found a parking ticket on his car. He was rather worried because the ticket showed his car number and my street address. He could not afford to get caught by his wife that way. I took the ticket and paid it at once at the post office.
Back home, I had a lot to do to remove any traces, among else the laundry of six towels and bed sheets. It was the first time I used the washing machine and I did not know on what buttons to push but I succeeded more or less.
I discovered a more serious problem when I checked the condom wrapper Fred had left on the table. A tiny part was missing; it probably was somewhere on the floor. On this tiny part, the name of the condom brand appeared. If my wife would find it, I might be in trouble. I checked everywhere, moved all the furniture but did not find it. It was never found.
Who says it is easy to have a sex life?
For some weeks, I refrained from visiting the gay chat sites. Fred sent me messages inviting me to meet him again. I did not feel much like doing so. He was a very handsome man and had admitted having sex with several partners, men and women, even the last few months. This made me worry about the health risk. The strange thing is that he did not want me to even come close to his cum, certainly not swallow it. The strong smell anyhow deterred me from doing that.
He kept inviting me to be his friend, go to the movies with him and do other things like that, while he still refused to tell me his last name. Another but minor reason was that I did not like his cock. It was strangely curved to the left so that he always had to guide it with his hand to get him into my ass. If he withdrew his cock too far, it left my ass of course.
It is simple physics: with a six-inch cock, you shouldn’t make eight-inch fuck movements. Just pushing forward again would not get the curved penis inside me again. To avoid this from happening, he stayed inside me and made short but very powerful thrusts. I did not have much fun that way.