Bi-Sexual Male / 49
I went to college in the nineties. I got in trouble financially and I started to suck guys off for money. I was in the corp of cadets, and lots of these guys were in line for commissions when they graduated. For a military school having your cock sucked off by a guy was not a problem. It was just sucking off and neither them nor I used the word gay. I just liked to suck off guys and guys liked getting sucked off. I liked sucking off guys, and if I got paid for it, so much the better.
One afternoon in the communal shower I let this upperclassman fuck my ass and we got caught. Fucking was gay and I was expelled. Of course the fuckor of the two of us was just getting a piece of ass and nothing happened to him. He went on to get his commission and god knows how many soldiers on the line he has fucked.
Without money and without any hope of getting any, I moved to New York. I got on the circuit. I was good looking enough, I suited up to fit in, and I sucked off a bunch of Wall Street types. And some of them wanted to fuck, and I let them fuck me all they wanted. The price for a fuck was way more than a blowjob, but money was not object to these guys and I got tips and referrals and I got into the party circuit. I have to say, there were a lot of girls on the party circuit too, some of them fucking the same guys that were fucking me.
By the time I was forty, I was doing primarily rich men in their fifties and sixties, I was versatile and fucked and sucked and sucked and got fucked, and if necessary I would fuck a girl, if that is what the man wanted. There are men that want you to be fucking a girl while they fuck you. To each there own. I did it for the money and so did the others on the circuit. I had made enough money to own my place, I had a Mercedes, clothes, watches, art. Being 40s and in shape I had a long list of clients, I always played the salesman.
At 45 I gave myself a birthday present and went to Iceland to relax, to get off the circuit. In Iceland I met a man, in his sixties, a ship owner. We got to talking and this time I let him pick me up. He beat me up, beat the shit out of me with a rubber pipe. Broke a tooth, and I needed stitches for a cut on the head. He was a shithead who couldn't get it up.
After that experience I decided enough was enough. I had money, I owned a place, I hooked up with a girl who also worked the circuit, told her that it was time to bail out. We sold our condos, got married and moved to a small town in Vermont and opened a small café, breakfast and lunch only. She is a fantastic cook and I handle the main room and the place pays for itself and we don't have to touch our savings. She is 35, so I had her hold on to the bed post and knocked her up. I think that was the very first time I really fucked a woman, fucked her with purpose and it was probably the first time she really got fucked, fucked with purpose. I love her pregnant, walking around with her big ass and belly, watching her try and do her yoga, holding her by the hips and fucking her while she is bent over. She does have a big ass, it is just that when you aren't that close and personal with her you don't notice.
We are blending into the town, our story is that we are successful traders from New York, we made our money and we are retired. I will be 50, she is 35, and we are going to have a kid.
One afternoon in the communal shower I let this upperclassman fuck my ass and we got caught. Fucking was gay and I was expelled. Of course the fuckor of the two of us was just getting a piece of ass and nothing happened to him. He went on to get his commission and god knows how many soldiers on the line he has fucked.
Without money and without any hope of getting any, I moved to New York. I got on the circuit. I was good looking enough, I suited up to fit in, and I sucked off a bunch of Wall Street types. And some of them wanted to fuck, and I let them fuck me all they wanted. The price for a fuck was way more than a blowjob, but money was not object to these guys and I got tips and referrals and I got into the party circuit. I have to say, there were a lot of girls on the party circuit too, some of them fucking the same guys that were fucking me.
By the time I was forty, I was doing primarily rich men in their fifties and sixties, I was versatile and fucked and sucked and sucked and got fucked, and if necessary I would fuck a girl, if that is what the man wanted. There are men that want you to be fucking a girl while they fuck you. To each there own. I did it for the money and so did the others on the circuit. I had made enough money to own my place, I had a Mercedes, clothes, watches, art. Being 40s and in shape I had a long list of clients, I always played the salesman.
At 45 I gave myself a birthday present and went to Iceland to relax, to get off the circuit. In Iceland I met a man, in his sixties, a ship owner. We got to talking and this time I let him pick me up. He beat me up, beat the shit out of me with a rubber pipe. Broke a tooth, and I needed stitches for a cut on the head. He was a shithead who couldn't get it up.
After that experience I decided enough was enough. I had money, I owned a place, I hooked up with a girl who also worked the circuit, told her that it was time to bail out. We sold our condos, got married and moved to a small town in Vermont and opened a small café, breakfast and lunch only. She is a fantastic cook and I handle the main room and the place pays for itself and we don't have to touch our savings. She is 35, so I had her hold on to the bed post and knocked her up. I think that was the very first time I really fucked a woman, fucked her with purpose and it was probably the first time she really got fucked, fucked with purpose. I love her pregnant, walking around with her big ass and belly, watching her try and do her yoga, holding her by the hips and fucking her while she is bent over. She does have a big ass, it is just that when you aren't that close and personal with her you don't notice.
We are blending into the town, our story is that we are successful traders from New York, we made our money and we are retired. I will be 50, she is 35, and we are going to have a kid.
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