I've been playing with guys since my childhood, yet I had to wait decades to get fucked the first time.
My first boyfriend loved to suck and be fucked, but said that "butt fucking is for sissies" and so he refused to have anything to do with it. Young and horny, we'd play all day together. I'd read about anal and was so disappointed; I would have done anything for Jim.
After I broke up with him I discovered it was easier to find horny women than it was to find gay guys, so I lived a straight life for many, many years including two marriages. Between marriages I tried seducing the few gay guys I knew, but every time I tried something always got in the way.
Fast forward 30 years. I'm cruising the local bath house, naked as a jay bird. I'm looking good from a year of daily workouts. I've blown 3 guys in 30 minutes and feeling quite proud of my oral skills when a tall Latin looking guy walks up to me and without warning kisses me. I kissed back because I was, after all, there to please guys. Then he pinned me against the wall and rubbed his body against mine as we kissed. Still had not said a word. When he took me by the hand I followed him through the dark to his "room". He was not only a wonderful kisser, he had a marvelous cock that was narrow and long with a huge head. The head of it filled my mouth.
He took his time loosening me up with his fingers. 1, then 2 and finally 3 long, lubed fingers penetrated me. He offered to let me ride him so I could control things, but I laid on my back instead and asked him to take control. Control me he did. He first put me on my knees face down on the bed, and I learned what a pillow biter was. He slowly penetrated me, moving slowly and adding so much lube that it was dripping off my balls. I cried out each time he pushed against the ring and each time it gave a bit more and he went a little deeper. The pillow muffled my whimpering as he finally pushed all the way in.
Slowly he moved back and forth as I grew used to the feeling of being full. The pain subsided and I was lost in the sensations and the lust and the very idea that I was finally getting fucked. My whimpers turned to moans as he picked up the pace. Then he pulled out.
I started to protest but he just flipped me over on my back as he pulled my ass over to the edge of the bed. I don't know how he did it, but the bed was tall enough that he was pulled my legs up and over his shoulders and that positioned him just right to reenter me. I later learned that was his favorite position for fucking because he was 100% in control and he could watch as he pounded me deeper and deeper.
It felt like he kept it up for an hour or two, but it was probably only 10 minutes till he came with a mighty thrust that pushed me across the bed even as he pulled me against him. When he finally pulled out we collapsed together on the sweaty sheets and cuddled for a long, long time.
I'd finally been fucked. That was ten years ago, and I have had only a couple more since then. I hope I can get fucked again next month. I'm looking forward to it.
timmy
My first boyfriend loved to suck and be fucked, but said that "butt fucking is for sissies" and so he refused to have anything to do with it. Young and horny, we'd play all day together. I'd read about anal and was so disappointed; I would have done anything for Jim.
After I broke up with him I discovered it was easier to find horny women than it was to find gay guys, so I lived a straight life for many, many years including two marriages. Between marriages I tried seducing the few gay guys I knew, but every time I tried something always got in the way.
Fast forward 30 years. I'm cruising the local bath house, naked as a jay bird. I'm looking good from a year of daily workouts. I've blown 3 guys in 30 minutes and feeling quite proud of my oral skills when a tall Latin looking guy walks up to me and without warning kisses me. I kissed back because I was, after all, there to please guys. Then he pinned me against the wall and rubbed his body against mine as we kissed. Still had not said a word. When he took me by the hand I followed him through the dark to his "room". He was not only a wonderful kisser, he had a marvelous cock that was narrow and long with a huge head. The head of it filled my mouth.
He took his time loosening me up with his fingers. 1, then 2 and finally 3 long, lubed fingers penetrated me. He offered to let me ride him so I could control things, but I laid on my back instead and asked him to take control. Control me he did. He first put me on my knees face down on the bed, and I learned what a pillow biter was. He slowly penetrated me, moving slowly and adding so much lube that it was dripping off my balls. I cried out each time he pushed against the ring and each time it gave a bit more and he went a little deeper. The pillow muffled my whimpering as he finally pushed all the way in.
Slowly he moved back and forth as I grew used to the feeling of being full. The pain subsided and I was lost in the sensations and the lust and the very idea that I was finally getting fucked. My whimpers turned to moans as he picked up the pace. Then he pulled out.
I started to protest but he just flipped me over on my back as he pulled my ass over to the edge of the bed. I don't know how he did it, but the bed was tall enough that he was pulled my legs up and over his shoulders and that positioned him just right to reenter me. I later learned that was his favorite position for fucking because he was 100% in control and he could watch as he pounded me deeper and deeper.
It felt like he kept it up for an hour or two, but it was probably only 10 minutes till he came with a mighty thrust that pushed me across the bed even as he pulled me against him. When he finally pulled out we collapsed together on the sweaty sheets and cuddled for a long, long time.
I'd finally been fucked. That was ten years ago, and I have had only a couple more since then. I hope I can get fucked again next month. I'm looking forward to it.
timmy
