My ex-wife was trying to pressure my son to marry her, because he's barely 19. He says he loves her. Whereas I feel he doesn't even know what love is, he just wants to fuck her. I decide to talk about the topic with my son more directly. Try to get him to see that being gay is not that bad.
beginnings
The Third Choice
Gay Sex with Rest Area Pickup
I parked went in, relieved myself, and saw a note on the wall, check out the little red pickup in the lot. As I left I saw a red pickup parked near by with a man sitting in it. I walked over that way, turned and walked slowly by, very close. The man was smiling at me and I smiled back, then looked down in the open drivers window to see his hand holding a very nice big cock.
Want To Be His Whore
So over the summer I went a few times, mainly I got to suck, from one to three nice cocks each time, and once I was fucked rather badly. I like being fucked. I love being fucked in fact and my thing is to be a whore. I love wearing undies. I have a nice slim body but, unfortunately from this point of view, I have a pretty masculine face so can't really do the whole transvestite thing. But boy, would I love to. Pity that I didn't discover this pleasure when I was younger and pretty (I was, gays were always trying to get me, I just ran away, scared out of my life) I would have knocked them silly.
After The Bar
At this time in my life ... I had been having sex with guys since I was 11 ... but that had always been with friends and acquaintances I was growing up with in my small farm community town. I had gone to college .. but commuted back and forth until I graduated. So when I moved to the city ... I was still pretty naive about life and the ways of the world. When I was 21, I decided I liked sex with guys more than girls .. so blasted the doors off my closet, informing family and friends and my employers. It took a few months, but luckily everyone eventually came around and accepted me as I am. I came to this realization about 6 months after I had moved 3,000 miles away to a city where I knew no one. But, I am nice guy and made friends easily and quickly.
Beeper Blow Job
Then It came to me. I had a pen in my pocket so I decided to go to the main restroom not far from the bar. I proceded to the Last stall and decided to write my beeper number on the grout between the tile. Who knew if it would work, But it was a weekend and Who Knows!
When I Met Kenneth
Until then I had gone through several heartbreaking relationships with the opposite sex and all of them seemed to end in bitter conflict, somehow I was not geared up to give them the love and especially the passion they wanted which was odd, because when first I met a girl and then dated her I could not wait to get her to my bedroom - yet.
Slow Cock Sucking Until They Beg to Cum
I guess you'd call it an open relationship, but it isn't that we each like to mess around with other guys. What we like is sharing a third or fourth guy in a 3- or 4-way. We had plenty of opportunities for that while we were in college, had our own place with enough privacy, but after we graduated we found it harder to make contacts.
Fantasy And Reality
After hitting my prostate a couple of times and making me moan, he laughed and told me to stand up and turn around. He told me to open my mouth and he stood very close and put his mouth over mine and started pushing his tongue into my mouth. Now I had never kissed a guy before and I was finding it a very pleasant feeling. Before long I was kissing him back and he was getting very excited and I could feel his hard cock through his pants pressing against mine. He stopped and stepped back looking at my rock hard cock laughing, saying that I was enjoying this way too much.
Anonymous Alley Encounter
I heard him unzip his pants and slip on a condom. He grabbed my hips, stuck a rather thing prick between my cheeks and pressed in. His head popped into my ass and he kept on going. At least eight inches slid into my ass before I felt his balls against my ass. He then started sliding in and out of me with wild abandon. His hands stayed on my hips as he pulled me against him. His pubic hair scratched my ass as did the zipper from his jeans. He fucked me hard. My hands stayed on the wall, as I pushed my ass against him to take him as deep as I possibly could.
Delivery
"If it's a necessary business expense, then it's deductible," Christopher said firmly, "just as travel expenses are for people who write travel guides. Now, just what kind of personal services does he perform?"
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