Jerseyshore
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Back when I was in my mid-thirties, I discovered one of the guys who worked in the same area as me was bi. We were both married at the time and basically became almost friends first. We didn't work in the same job, but we saw each other fairly frequently and were of similar age and became friendly. This was about 1994 or so and personal computers were something that he and I would tinker with from time to time. He invited me over to his house to check out his computer stuff one afternoon right after work, and of course we started watching some sexual mpegs he had on his system. One of them popped up and it was two men having anal sex. He rushed to shut it down quickly, but I had seen enough and told him I had no problems with it. Since his wife was gone until later in the evening, we decided to try it ourselves and had a great time. For the next five years, off and on, we got together when we could to indulge ourselves in man to man sex and it was wonderful. Then, he and his family had to move across the country.
Last week, I discovered he was back in town by seeing him at Walmart. We were both shocked and happy to see each other! We shook hands and hugged and caught up some. His marriage had finally ended after over thirty years. His wife decided she wanted to move on to different things, and he had no problem with it. So, he had moved back "home" and was alone for the time being. He invited me over to his apartment to catch-up some more and I accepted gladly! Once there, our conversation gravitated back to our days of being sexual together and he told me he thought about it all the time. (I do too!) The last time we were together was late in 1999, and we are both somewhat older and fatter, but we decided to try again, even though we're both in our fifties now.
I was always the bottom in our relationship and nothing had changed, except the need for him to take part of a Viagra in advance. Once we were naked together, it felt like we were the last two pieces missing from a puzzle that was years in the making. We hugged and kissed and laughed about how different we looked now. Eventually, I was on my back and he was on top of me, between my legs, looking down at me just like he had so many times all those years ago. When he entered me, I felt like laughing and crying at the same time. As our bodies became one, I felt my legs encircle his back, right above his butt, and felt my ass contracting each time he thrust inside me. Every deep thrust made me whimper and hold him tighter, until I felt him go stiff all over, and I felt the familiar warmth and wetness of his hot seed deep inside me. As his mouth found mine for a deep kiss, I felt my cock throb and release hot cum between our bellies.[/QUOTE
Lovely story. There are several men from my past that I would like to meet again.
