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Geschreven door: admo25 Categorie: Fantasie Label(s): Gay Ever since I hit puberty, I had harbored a desire to be with a man. Not enough to be considered gay, or even bi, but it was strong nevertheless. I never was able to get past the details of a man - the hair, the scent, the strong rough hands. So I contented myself with women, and I eventually married one. I'd get off every so often on a little gay porn, or I'd take advantage of the few opportunities afforded to me to indulge - stealing a private moment with her vibrator, giving her a little anal sex here and there, or kissing her after she gave me a blowjob so I could imagine the cock had been in my mouth and not hers. I had even toyed with the idea of the casual encounters section on craigslist. The thought of fucking a stranger was so exciting, and I could spend an hour or more looking at all of the self-posted cock shots. A few times I even responded, from a secret email account, and once or twice I even set up a meeting, only to duck out at the last minute. Every time, there was too much to think about - my marriage, the chance of disease, the nagging feeling that I wouldn't really like it. Where we live is a pretty walkable neighborhood, and its streets are lined with plenty of bars to while away the time. Some time back, I had a lot of time to while away - my wife was out of town for the week on business, and my own work was going to slowly that I was out of the office before 5. That left me with a lot of time at home to masturbate, and as the week wore on, the women pretty much disappeared from my waking materials. Now I don't know about you, but if I spend too much time alone at home wanking, I begin to feel a little stir crazy, and more than a little depressed. Come Wednesday night, I finally decided that there had been enough leftover pizza and beer, and more than enough masturbation to get me through the next several months. I grabbed my things, locked up and headed for a sports bar up the street. It's a bit of a dive, but it's always got open seats and there's a decent selection on tap to go with all the flat screens over the bar - the perfect place to blow off some steam and kill some time. When I got in, the place was pretty empty, which was fine by me. No crowds meant I didn't have to fight with people to get a hockey game on. I sat down, decided it was a light night and ordered a Shiner, and had the bartender switch the nearest screen to the Rangers game. It seemed like the perfect evening until a new guy strolled into the bar and sat down next to me. It seemed a little weird at the time - there were probably 6 other empty places with no one adjacent that he could have taken - but I didn't think anything of it, until he started speaking. "Fucking Rangers," he said a little too loudly into my ear. I hadn't really taken a look when he came in, so now I finally looked over and took stock of him. He was taller then me, probably 6-1, and it was clear from the first glance that he worked out. He didn't bulge through the Thomas Pink shirt in some grotesque fashion like those Creatine-heads who lift every day, but his biceps tugged nicely at the seams and the thin cut showed off his broad shoulders and apparently fat-less stomach. His hair was dark and short-cropped, a little spiky and damp from the drizzle outside, but it did a nice job of framing the squared jaw and the five o'clock shadow growing on it. I must have been staring just a little too long, because I caught glance of those deep brown eyes waiting for an answer. "Fucking Flyers," my retort stumbled out. He smiled at me - such white teeth - and moved his stool a little closer. "I'm Adam," he said and tipped the glass that had suddenly appeared before him. From the way the bartender treated him, he must have been a regular. "Mark," I managed to force out and quickly took my glass to my lips. I couldn't figure out why I was feeling so flustered - it must have been all the porn. I vowed to put it past me and just talk about sports with him, enjoying the conversation. So my first drink turned into a second, then a third. We got into it on a few subjects - American soccer, baseball playoffs, hockey - and after a while our stools were practically pushed up against one another. I failed to notice until the conversation got heated again, and I felt something slip onto my leg. I tried to brush it off, then play it cool, but there was no denying it - his left hand was firmly on my right thigh, his fingers on the inside, rubbing me counter-clockwise. Any other time I would have recoiled, but three beers in, I was feeling newly empowered. I spread my right leg further out and moved myself a little closer to the bar, forcing his fingers upward. He responded by quickening his pace and pushing a little harder. His middle finger crept even further north and began rubbing my perineum. I nearly let out a moan at the new sensation, but I bit my tongue instead and tried to figure out just how far I was going to let this go... Misschien vind je een van de onderstaande verhalen leuk: Sarahs Submission: Ch 28 - The Conclusion(51 minuten)Fictie - Anaal, Autoritair, BDSM, Bondage, Chantage, Dom / sub, Male / Female Teens, Teen Female / Teen Female, Threesome Summary: Sarah's story comes to an end. Like a Good Neighbor Chapters 11,12 & 13(56 minuten)Fictie For those of you that have read my previous stories Game of Inches, My Sister in Law Beth, and Hobo understand that I am long winded. My stories are all very long and are not strictly about sex. While they all have sex in them it’s more about the story. If you want pure sex there are a lot of great short stories that you would probably prefer. I apologize for any errors in grammar but those who know my medical history understand. Hope you enjoy it. Running Into Taylor Again at The Park(16 minuten)Waargebeurd - Jong, Male / Female, Male / Teen Female, Mature, Oral Sex, Reguliere sex I hadn’t seen her in a couple months, and desperate to talk with her, I continued to walk my dog around the park, all the time hoping to run into her. I wanted to see her, I wanted to be with her again, but as time passed, I figured I’d never see her again. “Had I done something,” I thought? Yea, I knew it was her first time, and that could be the reason she was aloof, and there was our age difference too. However, one afternoon, as I made my way around the park, there she was. Daddy Daughters Passionate Love(<10 minuten)Fictie - Erotica, Reguliere sex, Vrouw / Meid Daddy and daughter indulge in sexual deprivation while the son is watching Possession: Christmas Vengeance - Chapter 5 - A Broken Ornament - edited(18 minuten)Fantasie - BDSM, Bondage, Extreem, First Time, Geweld, Group Sex, Horror, Humiliation, Incest, Jong, Maagd, Male / Females, Male / Teen Female, Male Domination, Marteling, Mind Control, Monster, Non-consensual sex, Plasseks, Rape, Wreed In this chapter, still possessing the husband, villain suspends the mother and daughter in a bondage 69 position above the bed, which allows for several types of incestuous oral fun. Then fucks both of them, finally taking the daughter’s virginity. Be warned, from this chapter on, it gets extreme and polarizing. The chance I alienate you with niche kinks increases. | ||||