It's supposed to hurt real bad at first, right!. But for me it didn't and I wasn't given too much of an option, but to accept his offer to fuck me.

I'd been bi curious for a long time. Being laid off work gave me time and the oportunity to explore my curiosities. Joining a gay hook up site and then arranging to meet a guy who lived fairly local, had us meeting at a local nature/woodland spot. It was mid afternoon and we'd walked a little way into the woodland before I'd gotten onto my knees and began to suck on his meaty hardening cock.

His was the first cock I'd ever felt other than my own, let alone sucked and if I say so myself, I was a natural. Giving him what he later messaged to me, a fantastic blow job. He'd only just busted his nut in my mouth when I heard a cyclist ride up to us. With my mouth full of cum and my own cock out masturbating myself, I looked around to see one of my neighbors staring at me as he sat on his bike.

Zak knew I was out of work, so his attempt to get some money out of me was a none starter. He'd ridden off that afternoon before I could say anything, not that I could with a mouth full of hot sticky cum. The knock on the door was unexpected as I wasn't expecting anyone, my wife not long having gone to work. Zak's face as he stood on our doorstep was a mix of teenage bluster an also nerves. When he asked if my wife knew about my gay liasons, I knew straight away I'd have to give him something, that something wasn't what I was expecting.

Telling him I had no money and reiterating I was out of work, he told me he wasn't there to receive money, rather he wanted the same consideration I'd given my woodland friend. It shocked me at first, not thinking he might be gay or bisexual. When he stepped up to me and said it again, this time grabbing my hand and putting it to his cock through his shorts, I stood aside and invited him in.

It wasn't like you here about and see in gay porn. There was no soft music or an intended mutual satisfaction offered. Zak already had his shorts down by the time I'd reached the front room. His super fat cock swaying as he moved. Zaks cock isn't that large per say, it's seven inches long. It's its girth that made me gasp and tremble with doubt and longing mixed.

"Suck it, and suck it good", was all Zak said for next ten or so minutes, as I stripped down naked and knelt in front of him. He'd removed his clothing all together as I tentively accepted his cock into my mouth. It was difficult at first as its girth gave me trouble. Once my jaw got used to being spread wide, I began to suck in his cock, just as I had my friend in the woods.

I thought he was about to cum when he gripped my hair. I'd been gently squeezing his balls as he'd been thrusting into my mouth. I was wrong. Zak pulled me away and told me to turn around. Once again his statement was brief and to the point "Kneel up, I going to fuck you from behind".

Throughout my bi sexual curiosity I'd not considered being fucked, only ever imagined myself sucking on a guys hard cock. Zak's insistence and the knowledge of my wife finding out, plus I'd already sucked his nineteen year old cock, I didn't say no, I just got into the position and hoped his dick wouldn't tear me apart.

Like I said at the start, the fear I had dissapeared in less than a minute. My asshole seemed to accept his fat dick if not easilly, certainly without too much pain or resistance. After his initial thrusts where his cock found its way deep inside me, I began to enjoy the amazing feelings rushing through me, and began to rock back onto his cock as he thrust forwards.

I might be lucky, but the first fuck I had was absolutely fucking awsome. Zak soon noticed how much I was enjoying his cock being buried deep inside my bowels and began to hammer into me, faster and with longer thrusts. Without touching my painfully stiff cock, it erupted and I came all over the rug in the middle of the floor. Only seconds later, probably because of my orgasm, Zak unloaded inside me, filling my anal cavity.

I was on my back with my ass still twitching when Zak got up, said he'd be back tomorrow, dressed and walked out. I was left feeling used, but also very turned on and completely sexually satisfied. When my wife later asked why the rug was wet, I told her I'd spilt coffee on it and had cleaned it up.

Zak did visit me the next day. I didn't need to be asked to suck is dick, or to accept his thick throbbing cock up my ass. That time it was more of a mutual suck and fuck session, with Zak taking my load down his throat after he'd fucked me on mine and my wifes bed. He'd fucked me in various positions and I'd found out by putting my legs over his shoulders as I lay on my back, his cock pushed past my prostate gland much better and the orgasm I had was unreal and so so strong.

I have continued to see Zak when he's not at college, and I've also got back in contact with my first married bisexual friend. Zak is the only one so far though who I'll have fuck me, my other friend loves the way I suck his cock, and at this present time I'm happy to oblige the pair of them.