If you were able to ask anyone from my family, friends or colleagues, they'd all tell I'm a happily married straight guy. And looking at my six foot two muscular frame, and the relationship I have with my wife of three years, which is very romantic, you'd think they'd all be right.
When in fact since the age of fifteen, I've been taking older mens cocks up my asshole as often as I can secretly do so.
The first man to fuck me was a guy who I'd sucked off numerous times, in a park close to where my parents used to live. We met as I sought out dudes my own age, but found him having his cock sucked by some other older guy. Waving me over, he asked me if I was any better than the man sucking on his dick. Apparently after only a couple of minutes, my first ever cock, I was.
That first time I sucked him to completion, making sure I did what I'd heard many times previously, to swallow a guys load if you were to be considered a true cock sucker. The following afternoon I sucked him off again, but then had him suck my dick until I spurted my load all over his face.
We carried meeting at least two to three times a week, then one evening as I was licking his balls, he asked me if I'd like to try anal sex. Stood up leaning against a tree, I had the guy slide his condom covered cock, up my lubed up rear hole. It wasn't enjoyable at all at first, and I very nearly had him pull out. But he told me it would get much easier and probably if I relaxed, begin to feel nice.
He was right. After a few minutes of his cock slowly fucking me, the feeling of pain and discomfort changed to one of what I can only describe as unbelievable pleasure. Any of my orgasms I'd had when I'd masturbated, didn't come close to the feelings his cock began to give me, and I was soon begging him to fuck me harder and deeper. Then like someone pressing the right button inside my asshole and cock, my dick erupted and I came all over the tree in front of me. A few more thrusts of his cock up my ass and he too came, filling the condom inside my asshole.
That was it for me, I was hooked. Each time we met from then on, we'd fuck. Unfortunately around eight months later, a couple of months after my sixteenth birthday, his wife found out from someone who'd witnessed us having sex and that was that. My family never discovered about my liaisons, as his wife got the wrong name for the person her husband was fucking.
The onset of the internet helped me meet other men after that (Other than the park). I was the one looking for sex and I sought out married older men, as I guessed they too would want to keep everything secret. Talking with and then finally meeting Charlie was awesome. He fitted everything I desired in male male sex. He was larger than me and had a beer belly on him. Something I still to this day find alluring. Charlie also had a really big cock to go with his biker goatee beard looks. His wife worked irregular hours, which gave us plenty of times when I could walk the four blocks to his home. At fifty six, he was a real life sex machine. He loved nothing more than fucking me into sexual oblivion, and we had sex usually twice a week over an eighteen month period.
By then I was reaching eighteen years of age, had a steady girlfriend and a job. Our wonderful sexual times together only stopped because Charlie and his wife moved to be closer to their daughter and grand kids. I missed him and for a while he'd send me messages, but our long distance affair ended not long afterwards.
From the age of eighteen up to around ten months ago, I only met and had sex with three other men. Mainly because of the discovery of pussy, work and family. Meeting my wife nearly five years ago ended any attempt to engage with older men, and three years ago we got married.
Then out of the blue ten months ago, Charlie and I met at a gym I attend four times a week. He'd slimmed down somewhat, but still looked burly, if that's the right description. He and his wife, and latterly his daughters family had moved back into the area. It had been so long I doubted the spark would still be there between us, and his age being sixty two might have been a problem (You know getting it up). But half an hour after meeting again, I was in his truck down a old dirt road, taking his wonderful cock, bareback up my asshole.
It was such a wonderful fuck, such a fantastic feeling to have his cock plowing my asshole, I made sure when he came, I had Charlie remove his dick from my ass and I swallowed his entire load. Moving out of the truck, I sucked him back to his full nine inches and then had him fuck me again, as I leaned over the hood of his truck.
From that time to now, we've made sure we've kept to our secret meetings. We don't fuck outdoors anymore, not unless it's nice weather and we're especially horny. That's because we meet at a motel where Charlie knows the owner. Most weeks we meet up once or twice a week to have sex and I never get bored of the way he fucks me. Which is more often than not hard and fast.
I'm still true in every other way to my wife and we do live a good life together. It's just that I cannot now live without having someone like Charlie to fuck me to those powerful amazing orgasms I get from anal sex.