In a 12 month period where I swore I'd stop all that I was doing outside my young marriage, I've actually if anything, gotten worse. So much so last month I was the centre of attention at a party held during an afternoon of gay abandon.
Eight men and one very strange woman attended the party, where I was by some margin the youngest. Each and every man, plus the woman with a strap on, fucked me over the period of three hours. I had cocks to hold, suck and take deep up my arsehole wherever I turned, and I fucking loved very inch of their cocks (plus the strap on) abusing me.
The youngest was the woman who was in her late thirties, the oldest was a guy who held his own in the size stakes. He's sixty four and retires from work next month. (I'm going to be his retirement pressie from the boys). It was the culmination of a year where I'd been fucked by over thirty different men, all of whom have been late forties and older, and all have been all sexually charged, all action beautiful barrel chested big cocked bears.