UnderworldWolf
Virgin
- Joined
- Jan 1, 1970
- Posts
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He couldn’t believe that he was doing this. Michael was never the type of man to ever consider this before, he was married for goodness sake! But lately, he had been having this urge that he simply couldn’t ignore anymore. He had been noticing men more. Whether he was walking down the street, at work, or simply watching TV, men just seemed to have this allure and mystery about them that he had never imagined. At first he thought it simply was because he was bored of things in the bedroom with his wife, but it was deeper than that.
It was a hunger. A hunger that he was having a hard time controlling. He suddenly began to fantasy about what it was like to actually…be with a man. To slowly strip each other of their clothes, to feel another hard cock in his hand, to groan as his ass in invaded over and over again until they both cum at the same time. He had even gone so far as to imagine things of a more…kinky nature; spankings, bondage, tickling, he wanted to try all of that. But…only with another man.
They were thoughts that he simply couldn’t ignore anymore. He had to try this, secret from his wife of course. That was why he had placed a personal ad on a BDSM website in his local area. All he wanted was one session, a discreet meeting in which he could live out his fantasies, and forget it ever happened. Just one night of unbridled, taboo lust. Didn’t he deserve that?
At least that is what he told himself as he drove to the Hotel Grande. He had gotten a response to his online ad and he was supposed to meet his… “Master” at the hotel bar.
Pulling into the parking lot, Michael sighed as he stepped out of his black Honda and paused to glance at himself in the rearview mirror. He had placed a picture of himself on the website but that still didn’t make him feel better. He was a larger man, over 300lbs but he was an ex-football player so some of it (little actually) was still muscle. His black hair was already dotted with speckles of silver, the same as his mustache and trimmed beard.
He was beginning to look old. What was he doing? Should he really go through with this? It was madness…wasn’t it? A glance at the hotel, and the possibilities that could follow, and suddenly Michael decided.
No. It was just one night. That was all.
Gathering up his courage, Michael slicked back his hair, smoothed his facial hair, and slipped on his black leather jacket. He stuffed his hands into his jean pockets as he stormed to the hotel bar before he lost his nerve. The whole time, he just reminded himself…it was only one night…one night...one night…
It was a hunger. A hunger that he was having a hard time controlling. He suddenly began to fantasy about what it was like to actually…be with a man. To slowly strip each other of their clothes, to feel another hard cock in his hand, to groan as his ass in invaded over and over again until they both cum at the same time. He had even gone so far as to imagine things of a more…kinky nature; spankings, bondage, tickling, he wanted to try all of that. But…only with another man.
They were thoughts that he simply couldn’t ignore anymore. He had to try this, secret from his wife of course. That was why he had placed a personal ad on a BDSM website in his local area. All he wanted was one session, a discreet meeting in which he could live out his fantasies, and forget it ever happened. Just one night of unbridled, taboo lust. Didn’t he deserve that?
At least that is what he told himself as he drove to the Hotel Grande. He had gotten a response to his online ad and he was supposed to meet his… “Master” at the hotel bar.
Pulling into the parking lot, Michael sighed as he stepped out of his black Honda and paused to glance at himself in the rearview mirror. He had placed a picture of himself on the website but that still didn’t make him feel better. He was a larger man, over 300lbs but he was an ex-football player so some of it (little actually) was still muscle. His black hair was already dotted with speckles of silver, the same as his mustache and trimmed beard.
He was beginning to look old. What was he doing? Should he really go through with this? It was madness…wasn’t it? A glance at the hotel, and the possibilities that could follow, and suddenly Michael decided.
No. It was just one night. That was all.
Gathering up his courage, Michael slicked back his hair, smoothed his facial hair, and slipped on his black leather jacket. He stuffed his hands into his jean pockets as he stormed to the hotel bar before he lost his nerve. The whole time, he just reminded himself…it was only one night…one night...one night…
