Bi-Sexual Male / 47
I'm a 57 year old, handsome, professional, white male who happens to be bisexual. 17 years ago my wife found out I was having an affair with a married neighbor (male) and it shocked the living hell out of her. We worked through it and, as promised, I have not participated in any form of sexual activity with any man since. Did I want to? Yes. Did I jack off thinking about sex with a man? Absolutely, and many times the memories of such were the reasons I had such intense sex with my wife - which was good (for she and I). Our daughters are college grads, one is married and one is engaged - living with her fiancée. I lost my wife in an accident 5 months ago and, needless to say, it has been/is a difficult time for me, my daughters and my wife's parents who are in their 80's.
It was less than a week when women I know were hitting on me or trying to play "cupid" - I was insulted. I may be bisexual but I loved my wife with every ounce of my being and no one will ever take her place. It was 4 1/2 weeks after her death before I woke with the beginning of an erection and another week before one woke me in the middle of the night. It took about 3 strokes and I unloaded all over my hairy belly. Have I thought about sex with a man since my wife passed? Yes. However, there are not adult book stores and the only 2 cruising spots I knew of (17 years ago) have been transitioned into major sports complexes for the communities. So, I watch straight, bi and gay porn jacking off a couple of times a day - I have always had a strong sex drive. I do love to read the confessions on Adult Confessions and that is the extent of my sex life - and that's okay.
I was at the dealership at 7am this morning to have my wife car serviced, as I plan to keep it forever. We live 23 miles from the small town on acreage so there is no one around except me and the animals. There's a river which runs some three miles from my house and it has some water falls and fast moving mountain waters. I left the dealership, stopped for some coffee and a steak biscuit, and on my home when an SUV (with a Kayak on top) passed cutting me off making a sharp turn toward the river. I thought, I've never watched anyone Kayak so I turned following the man. Sure enough a short distance ahead he pulled into a park area just off the road, got out and began dismantling the Kayak from the top of his SUV. I got out of my car taking a seat at the only picnic table just past the pull off (for only 5 or 6 vehicles). I set straddle of the cement bench observing the Kayaker and the rapid falls down a steep hill below me. I finished me biscuit just as he began to descend the steep path to the water.
As he disappeared up the path I looked at the car beside me and the man was looking at me with the look remember so well. I thought I was imagining things dismissing what I saw as my imagination. I dropped my debris in the trash and began to descend the path myself, curious to watch the Kayaker. When I reached the bottom of the hill I heard a car door and looked back and that man in the car was now following me down the path. I was giving this second thoughts by now. I walked over the Kayaker and struck up a conversation and, out of the corner of my eye, that man was walking up a path parallel to the river with some thick scrub only a few feet from where I was standing.
10 minutes later I watched the Kayaker paddle up stream and decided to take a walk on the path - just for my own curiosity. Sure enough, a couple of hundred feet up the path the man was off to the left rubbing his dick - I had stumbled (today) onto a cruise area 3 miles from my house. My dick was like a piece of granite hanging down my pants leg and made itself known without me touching myself. When he saw my hard on he pushed down his sweats and started jacking his dick. I unzipped and hauling out my dick for him to see - and he smiled. He motioned up the path and I followed another 50 feet or so. He had stopped and squatted ready to give me head and just as I got 10 feet from him he jumped saying, we have company. He bolted fast past the man who was walking up the path toward where we were hidden in the bush.
I zipped up but my hard dick was not going down as fast as I needed so it was obvious in my tan colored cotton slacks. I tried to turn away but he could see so I turned toward him as I had to pass him to go back to my car. As I got even with him his hand reached over and grabbed my dick - I stopped instantly. He took my hand and led me a few more feet back in the bush bending over licking his lips. For the first time in 17 years I let a good looking, young, black man take my dick in his mouth. He was so good and his mouth was so hot I had to pull back. He dropped his shorts and out popped a nice, thick one and I was on it like lightening. He said, your one hungry cock sucker, dude. I said, you have no idea. I sucked on him for awhile before he pulled me up, then he knelt taking my dick in his mouth. It was so damn erotic seeing his hand (with his wedding band) holding my dick to his mouth. I told him to stop but he did a lip lock so I white washed his tonsils. He stood up and I kissed him before I bent over and sucked his baby making batter out of his thick, hard, pecan-tan dick. It tasted so damn good.
I am 26 years older than him and he is turned on to daddy types and I am turned onto any man. He lives in town but works about 10 miles from the river, so we are going to meet there next Saturday morning and I am going to fuck his jock, married ass and he is going to white wash my tonsils. He was impressed with my oral skills and I was his. He said that spot is mostly married, bi-men as the gays have a cruse areas in town, CL and chat rooms for contacts. Three milies from my house in the country - and I stumbled on it today.
It was less than a week when women I know were hitting on me or trying to play "cupid" - I was insulted. I may be bisexual but I loved my wife with every ounce of my being and no one will ever take her place. It was 4 1/2 weeks after her death before I woke with the beginning of an erection and another week before one woke me in the middle of the night. It took about 3 strokes and I unloaded all over my hairy belly. Have I thought about sex with a man since my wife passed? Yes. However, there are not adult book stores and the only 2 cruising spots I knew of (17 years ago) have been transitioned into major sports complexes for the communities. So, I watch straight, bi and gay porn jacking off a couple of times a day - I have always had a strong sex drive. I do love to read the confessions on Adult Confessions and that is the extent of my sex life - and that's okay.
I was at the dealership at 7am this morning to have my wife car serviced, as I plan to keep it forever. We live 23 miles from the small town on acreage so there is no one around except me and the animals. There's a river which runs some three miles from my house and it has some water falls and fast moving mountain waters. I left the dealership, stopped for some coffee and a steak biscuit, and on my home when an SUV (with a Kayak on top) passed cutting me off making a sharp turn toward the river. I thought, I've never watched anyone Kayak so I turned following the man. Sure enough a short distance ahead he pulled into a park area just off the road, got out and began dismantling the Kayak from the top of his SUV. I got out of my car taking a seat at the only picnic table just past the pull off (for only 5 or 6 vehicles). I set straddle of the cement bench observing the Kayaker and the rapid falls down a steep hill below me. I finished me biscuit just as he began to descend the steep path to the water.
As he disappeared up the path I looked at the car beside me and the man was looking at me with the look remember so well. I thought I was imagining things dismissing what I saw as my imagination. I dropped my debris in the trash and began to descend the path myself, curious to watch the Kayaker. When I reached the bottom of the hill I heard a car door and looked back and that man in the car was now following me down the path. I was giving this second thoughts by now. I walked over the Kayaker and struck up a conversation and, out of the corner of my eye, that man was walking up a path parallel to the river with some thick scrub only a few feet from where I was standing.
10 minutes later I watched the Kayaker paddle up stream and decided to take a walk on the path - just for my own curiosity. Sure enough, a couple of hundred feet up the path the man was off to the left rubbing his dick - I had stumbled (today) onto a cruise area 3 miles from my house. My dick was like a piece of granite hanging down my pants leg and made itself known without me touching myself. When he saw my hard on he pushed down his sweats and started jacking his dick. I unzipped and hauling out my dick for him to see - and he smiled. He motioned up the path and I followed another 50 feet or so. He had stopped and squatted ready to give me head and just as I got 10 feet from him he jumped saying, we have company. He bolted fast past the man who was walking up the path toward where we were hidden in the bush.
I zipped up but my hard dick was not going down as fast as I needed so it was obvious in my tan colored cotton slacks. I tried to turn away but he could see so I turned toward him as I had to pass him to go back to my car. As I got even with him his hand reached over and grabbed my dick - I stopped instantly. He took my hand and led me a few more feet back in the bush bending over licking his lips. For the first time in 17 years I let a good looking, young, black man take my dick in his mouth. He was so good and his mouth was so hot I had to pull back. He dropped his shorts and out popped a nice, thick one and I was on it like lightening. He said, your one hungry cock sucker, dude. I said, you have no idea. I sucked on him for awhile before he pulled me up, then he knelt taking my dick in his mouth. It was so damn erotic seeing his hand (with his wedding band) holding my dick to his mouth. I told him to stop but he did a lip lock so I white washed his tonsils. He stood up and I kissed him before I bent over and sucked his baby making batter out of his thick, hard, pecan-tan dick. It tasted so damn good.
I am 26 years older than him and he is turned on to daddy types and I am turned onto any man. He lives in town but works about 10 miles from the river, so we are going to meet there next Saturday morning and I am going to fuck his jock, married ass and he is going to white wash my tonsils. He was impressed with my oral skills and I was his. He said that spot is mostly married, bi-men as the gays have a cruse areas in town, CL and chat rooms for contacts. Three milies from my house in the country - and I stumbled on it today.
