Up to my birthday last week, I'd had just under a fifty different men fuck me since I was fifteen. I've always been small at five feet two inches tall, and I've always had that cute youthful look about me. Even now I get mistaken as a older teenage or a guy in his early twenties.
I am married, but my wife knows very little of my other sexual side. That's because we live in a semi rural location which is also a very religious area. The first ever guy to take my anal cherry was a ranch hand, I caught him masturbating to a gay magazine I'd stashed on my parents small ranch. I offered to suck his cock and then when he was good and hard, I allowed him to fuck me without protection. Straight away I knew I was meant to be fucked, as I simply couldn't get enough of him fucking my tight hole. I came all over myself as I rode him reverse cowboy and then felt him cum deep inside my butt.
I was hooked and for a short time every time we got free time, I'd have him fuck me. Unfortunately my younger sister caught us fucking and told my parents. He was sacked and I was beaten by my father. For three years I was made to attend church three times a week, and also had to as well as going to school attend to lots of chores on the ranch. What my parents didn't know, is for those three years I had sex with eight different members of the church and some of it's congregation. One of them being a visiting dignitary.
I was persuaded at nineteen years of age, to marry the girl/woman I'm still married to today and in our own way, we have a good marriage. She knows I still enjoy gay sex, but I have never spoken to her about it and never will. We rarely have sex, but then she doesn't want or like sex. She's a good person and a very good wife, so I've never had a guy visit our home. It's always when I travel away or when I meet men who live in town, many of whom are married.
I broke through the fifty mark last week for my birthday. One of my regular married sex partners who's in his fifties, invited two of his friends to a motel. We spent two hours having all kinds of gay sex and by the time I'd taken my 50th different cock, I'd been fucked for over an hour with one guy cumming in me twice.
When I got home late in the evening, my wife kissed me and for the first time ever made a comment about my sexual life outside our marriage. She said "Hope you had a good time today honey, I suppose your ass will be sore now, I'll run a bath". That's all she said until we went to bed, but it was enough for me to know, she understood precisely what I'd been doing.
Turning the lights out before going to sleep, my wife added "Tell Hank his wife phoned, I told her you guys were probably playing cards again".
Hank was the guy who came deep inside my asshole twice. And his large cock was the 50th to have slid between my butt cheeks.